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turcott3 · 4 months

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homesick

trevor zegras and platonic jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: sad af tbh!, angst, cursing but ofc fluff

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“what?” you spoke into the phone.

“he picked up the phone and they told him he was going to philly in the morning. no warning or anything. completely blindsided.” trevor explains to you.

“i cannot believe that, is he okay?” you ask.

“he’s shocked, we all are.”

“i bet. i’m so sorry trevor.” you say trying to comfort your boyfriend.

“it’s okay, i just wish it wasn’t so sudden.”

“well, tell jamie i wish him the best and that ill miss making breakfast with him every morning.”

“you can call him, that feels too personal don’t wanna invade.” he forces a laugh.

“okay ill call him tomorrow. get back to your friends babe, try to have a good night okay?”

“okay i will, love you y/n.”

“love you trev, bye.”

“bye.” he hangs up. you sat staring off into space. your mind spinning uncontrollably. they just shipped off your boyfriends best friend. scratch that, your best friend, besides trevor of course. you turn on the tv to whatever was on distracting yourself from the thoughts invading your mind, clouding the good day you had. finally, you allow yourself to cry, knowing your last goodbye to jamie was truly your last and that he wouldn’t be returning.

“what the fuck.” you say crying more, wishing someone was around you could talk to. you say for hours lost in your thoughts, watching tv without paying any attention. at this point it was late enough so you took yourself to bed, heart heavy at the thought of having to call jamie in the morning. though falling asleep was easy, waking up was the worst feeling in the world. you picked up your phone quickly, scrolling through your contacts to find jamie’s name, hitting call. the phone only rang twice before he picked up.

“hello?” he says, voice sounding weak.

“hey jimmy, how are you feeling?”

“i’m okay, i’m in philly now. i’m getting ready to head to the rink. i’m a little nervous but i talked to cam and he reassured me.”

“good i’m glad, im gonna miss you so much jamie.”

“i miss you too y/n, gonna miss our early morning breakfast making.” he laughs softly, a bittersweet smile spreading on my face.

“yeah, yeah ill really miss that too. singing ‘unwritten’ will never be the same without you.”

“damn you’re right, listening to that song will never hit like it did when we were making pancakes every morning.”

“i’m gonna miss that so much, well i don’t wanna keep you for too long. call me if you need anything okay? i know this is gonna be tough.”

“i will, thank you y/n.”

“of course, bye jamie.”

“bye.” he says before hanging up. your heart sank at his tone but could sense his hopefullness that they wouldn’t give up on him like anaheim had.

you say on the couch, watching trevor play with a heavy heart. you could practically smell it through the tv. you’d spoken to him briefly but he avoided the topic of jamie, it was still a touchy subject for him. next thing you know, trevor falls, hitting the boards awkwardly.

“fuck.” you say, watching him unable to get up without assistance, your heart breaking all over again. the trainer escorted him to the locker room, the pit in your stomach growing larger.

“please be okay, please be okay.” you say sighing.

“trevor zegras will not return to tonight’s game.” you hear the commentators say, you sigh shutting your eyes, waiting for the phone to ring and almost on queue it begins.

“y/n?”

“trevor are you okay? what’s going on?”

“i don’t know i just fell and i did something and then i couldn’t skate off the ice and i-“

“trevor stop, slow down. take a breath honey. you’re gonna make yourself sick.” you say stopping him.

“i don’t know what to do y/n.”

“do you want me to come to nashville?”

“no no you don’t need to, i think i may just come back to anaheim if i can’t play next game.”

“call me as soon as you know.” you say biting your nails.

“i promise i will, ill call you once they evaluate me.”

“okay, love you trevor.”

“love you too, bye.” he says and you hang up, slamming your phone down on the couch tears instantly spilling from your eyes, your hands instantly covering your face.

“i can’t fucking do this.” you cry, trying to catch your breath as your phone begins to ring, jamie’s name coming into the screen.

“hello?” you say weakly.

“i saw what happened and i wanted to check up on you. how you holding up?”

“i’m a fucking mess jamie.” you say sobbing.

“oh y/n, i’m so sorry. i wish i could be there with you.” he says apologetically.

“it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” you say out loud to yourself.

“do you have any updates?” he asks.

“no he said he would call me after he gets evaluated.” you say sniffling.

“okay, do you want me to stay on the phone until then? i can facetime you, that’s better than nothing.”

“yes, please do.” you say and he presses the facetime button, you picking up immediately.

“sorry i look awful right now,” you say wiping your nose.

“hey no, don’t worry. you’re going through a lot right now.”

you stayed on the phone with jamie for the next two hours, appreciating him spending time on the phone with you instead of getting to know his new city.

“jamie i gotta go. z is calling, i’ll text you with updates.”

“okay, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight jamie.” you say hanging up and picking up trevor’s call.

“so?” you ask.

“can you pick me up from the airport in the morning?” he asks, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“yes i can.”

“thank you baby, i’m so sorry about all of this.”

“it’s okay. are you okay?”

“i’m not playing, won’t know what’s wrong until i come home and go see team doc.”

“okay okay, what time?” you ask.

“7 am, cali time.”

“jesus thats in,” you look at the time, “11 hours.”

“i’m sorry for the short notice, i didn’t think this would happen.”

“it’s okay no worries at all okay? i’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“okay, i love you.” he says

“i love you too, bye trevor.” you say hanging up. texting jamie about picking him up in the morning. with the early wake up time, you take yourself to bed and crash instantly. the sadness had exhausted you. it seems like just as you went to sleep your alarm was already going off. you groaned at the sound, sliding your shoes on and heading out the door without caring for your appearance. feeling selfish for being this down when it’s not even happening to you. your drive to the airport was smooth, trevor texting you that he’d landed a few minutes ago as you pull into the airport arrival lane, him waiting patiently with his foot in a boot. you stop and get out of the car to hug him, crying instantly.

“hey hey i’m here now, let’s go home okay?” he says holding you tightly. you put his things in the car and drive off, back to your apartment. the car ride was completely silent as you gathered your composure. once you arrive you help him bring his stuff in and help him into bed.

“did you sleep?” you ask laying down next to him.

“no.” he says looking over at you, looking beat down.

“get some sleep baby.” you say pulling yourself to his side, combing your fingers through his hair.

“i can’t sleep y/n,” he said, his voice breaking, “god damnit.” he says breaking down in tears, your hands catching his face as he looked down.

“talk to me trevor, get it out.”

“well for starters, it was my 200th game and i didn’t even make it through the first period and my best friend got traded across the country all within 24 hours. life couldn’t possibly get any worse. this is the lowest i have ever felt.” he explained, getting everything off his chest.

“i know it’s hard honey, i’ve cried about 50 times in the last 24 hours. my heart is broken for you. all i can do is be here for you and listen and i feel like that’s still not even enough.”

“it is enough, it’s just a tough time right now. for both of us it seems.” he giggles, placing a hand around my waist.

“well i love you, i’m here for you baby. don’t hold back anything you’re feeling, not until you’re better. it sucks that jamie is gone but we still have each other! i know that’s not like the greatest but it’s something.”

“you know, you are the best girlfriend ever.” he smiles weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wiping the few tears that left your eyes.

“i just feel terrible about all of this.” you say to him.

“there’s nothing you could’ve done, it’s okay.” he says hugging you to his chest.

“this was not on my 2024 bingo card.” you sniffled, laughing lightly.

“it wasn’t on mine either but here we are.” he says hugging onto me tightly. you stayed on his chest until you felt yourself grow tired, eyes getting heavier by the second. not a word was said as you drifted off to sleep. trevor stayed awake, holding onto you as it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know.” he whispers into your hair, kissing your head sweetly as his hands rubbed your back gently.

when you woke up and rolled off of the boy who was fast asleep, trying not to wake him up. you grabbed your phone off the charger and walked into the kitchen, opening your phone to a missed call from jamie about 20 minutes ago. you click on the notification to call him back and he picks up instantly.

“hello?” he says.

“yes jamie hi, what’s up?”

“do you have a minute?”

“yeah i just got up, are you okay?”

“yeah i think it’s all starting to process now and i’m so emotional. like i just up and left my home with my two best friends. how can i just live like this so suddenly? i made breakfast and it wasn’t even good.” he explains, his voice wavering.

“oh jamie,” you say, “it’s gonna be okay. i promise it will be. they love you.”

“i’m sure ill get used to it soon it’s just such an unexpected change, i don’t know what i’m doing.” he says sending you through all of your emotions at once.

“i understand, even though we aren’t physically there we are always here for you jam. we love you so so much.”

“i love you guys too.”

“i’m also about to make breakfast for the first time without you, i don’t really know how to feel.” you laugh realizing what you had walked into the kitchen to do.

“well i’ll let you go so you can perfect your pancakes as always. bye y/n.”

“bye jam.” you say hanging up the phone and bringing out all the ingredients. you do your typical routine, humming ‘unwritten’, your favorite song. suddenly a wall of emotions hit you and tears begin to fall without warning.

“our breakfast song.” you say to yourself, recalling that you and jamie had sang this together every morning.

“smells good.” trevor says walking out of the room, your back fortunately facing away from him.

“thank you.” you force out, sounding mostly normal.

“pancakes?” he asks.

“yep.” you reply flipping the last one. you plate it and turn around, revealing your red and puffy face to your boyfriend.

“woah,” he says getting up off the bar stool and rounding the counter, “what’s going on?”

“trevor im so tired.” you cry and he wraps you in his arms.

“i know i know.” he says holding you tightly.

“i feel so empty, ive been here for you, for jamie, for everyone and no one has sat and listened to me. im so tired.” you cry even more into his chest.

“i didn’t know you felt that way, im so sorry if you felt like you couldn’t talk to me baby.”

“it’s okay, it’s a rough time for you i didn’t wanna push too hard but i can’t say i wasn’t upset.”

“don’t dismiss your own feelings just because i’m going through something. we’re in this together.” he says pulling away slightly, brushing strands of hair from your face.

“okay.” you say, your sobs finally subsiding.

“i love you.” he says kissing your gently on the forehead.

“i love you too trev.” you say smiling at the gesture, wrapping yourself back in his embrace.

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7ndipity · 10 months

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Falling for a friend: Maknae line

Maknae line x Reader

Summary: How they would handle and confess to having romantic feelings for a friend

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking,

A/N: As promised, here's the maknae line lists! I'll also link Hyung line here in case you haven't read those. Hope you like them!

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Jimin:

Tbh, Jimin was the hardest member for me figure out, because the only word that came to mind was 'confusion'.

Like, it would be a near 180 from Namjoon's scenario. No one knows wtf is actually going on with you two, except maybe him. And even he's all over the place about it.

(Literally half your friend group thought you were already dating? Help?!)

It's not even like he intentionally meant to confuse you(or at least, not completely), but he's such a naturally massive flirt that sometimes it's hard to tell where you stand with him.

Honestly feels kinda guilty when he realizes his feelings aren't purely platonic, cause he's not sure if you feel the same, so he kinda starts testing the waters, like Hobi, to see how you respond, but starts to worry if he's manipulating the situation to fit his wants.

Big on casual affection, both giving and receiving, but he's kinda sly about it. Says shit like "oh, your nails/rings/etc look so cool!" so he can grab your hand to examine them and then just... doesn't let go?

Flops his head in your lap and is just like 🥺"Pet my hair?"(he's basically like having an overly affectionate cat)

But heaven forbid you get too close or flirt with somebody else, because he will get salty af and sulk.

Finally confesses one night when he comes over to hang out after a particularly long day. As had become typical routine, the two of you were sat side by side on the floor at your coffee table, eating takeout and watching TV.

At ease for the first time all day, he could feel the fatigue begining to catch up with him, letting his head droop to rest on your shoulder. Without missing a beat, you offered him another bite of food, which he accepted with a muffled "thank you."

The two of you stayed like this til the end of your show, him looking up at you sleepily, a small smile teasing at the corners of his mouth as he watched you, his heart giving a little twist.

"I love you."

You looked down at him in surprise, his expression leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"I love you too." You replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smiled.

"Good." He shifts around so that he can wrap his arms around you more comfortably, pressing a kiss to your cheek before settling against you again.

Feeling his breaths begin to even out against your neck, you feel yourself being lulled to sleep, sinking further into his hold.

The two of you wake up later in the same position with sore necks, but you couldn't care less.

Taehyung:

Honestly? Unbothered(lying)

Don't misunderstand, it's not that he doesn't care about those feelings, it's more that he doesn't mind them, if that makes sense? Like, of course he's in love with you, who wouldn't be?

Pendulum swings between cocky and shy with you.

Easily impressed by you doing anything. He hears you sing and he's like🥺. Doesn't matter if you sound like an angel or a cat trapped in trash can, he's so down hard for you and applauding either way.

Thrives on skinship with you, giving out hugs for anything. You passed an exam/got a promotion? Hugs. You bought his favorite snacks? Hugs. You breathe? HUGS!

Doesn't hide his feelings for you, but doesn't act on them either.

Like, y'all have sleepovers and he'll joke like "And there was only one bed!" But then nothing ever happens.

Kinda likes the weird limbo state you're in, until he thinks someone else is also into you and he turns into a sulky baby, ranting about it to one of his hyungs. "What are you so worried about, I thought you guys were already a thing?" "No, it's not like that." "Then what is it?" And he just doesn't have a good answer for that.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You say, scraping more batter out of the bowl sat between the two on your tiny kitchen table as you played the game that had become a habit for you.

"When did you realize you were falling for me?" He asks with a cheeky grin.

"Dare."

"You can't change answers now!" He laughed.

"Says who?"

"Me!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were on the official rule committee for truth or dare."

"If you don't answer, I win."

"You always win." You grumbled, making him grin, thinking that was the end of it.

"My birthday."

He looked back up at you surprise, not having expected to actually get an answer. "What?"

"It was right after I had moved here, and I didn't really know anyone yet, except you." You said, fiddling with your spoon.

"I remember." He said, watching you closely.

"But you showed up with balloons and a cake, saying you couldn't let me be alone." You shrugged. "I don't know, it made me feel... special."

You were now very aware of his eyes on you, making you nervous you'd said too much. "Nevermind, it's dumb-"

Before you could finish, he had caught your face in his hands and kissed you.

Jungkook:

As I think I've mentioned before, I think he gets small crushes pretty easily, to the point that when he notices the shift in his feelings for you, he doesn't really acknowledge it at first, figuring it'll go away in week or two, no biggie.

But then it doesn't.

And then he panics a lil bit. Ghosts you for like three days, then goes back to normal without any explanation, and you're just like "???okay???"

He decides he's just gonna play it cool, but he is not nearly as subtle as he thinks he is.

You're each other's comfort person, so you're together constantly which means even a tiny shift in his habits or behavior stands out.

Although it's not hard to notice how much clingier he's become(and jealous of FUCKING EVERYONE), so it's not difficult to put two and two together.

Would probably have realized you like him too, if he weren't so busy trying to act slick and come up with excuses to hang out all the time.

Y'all play flirt constantly too, which blurrs the lines between 'friend' and 'definitely not friend' even more, but sometimes you manage to catch him off guard.

One night when you're hanging out together, and he's a couple drinks in and lets his guard down. And you complement him on how good he looks or smth, and he just smirks.

"You want me so bad." He says in a low voice, trying to tease you,

And it's then as you're sitting there watch him, you decide fuck it, and just put it out there.

"Yeah, I do."

Nearly giving himself whiplash from how fast he spins around, he turns to stare at you wide eyed. "Wait, what?!"

"What?"

"You said-." His eyes are so big now, you can almost see the wheels turning as he tries to make sense of what just happened. "You like me?"

"Yeah." You shrug, trying to play it off. "Is that okay?"

He nods slowly, a smile beginning to creep across his features. "I like you too."

You're both suddenly aware of how close you're both now sitting.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, already starting to lean in, before jumping back abruptly.

"Wait, ugh, my breath stinks like beer, lemme go brush my teeth!" He says, practically vaulting over the sofa and running for the bathroom, leaving you sitting there, unable to bite back the laugh that slips out because he's just so... him.

But that's why you love him.

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 10 months

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🩹 😘 💖

Congrats on 1500!

thank you my love 🥹🫶🥰 and thank you for sticking around so long 😘 i adore always seeing your requests in my inbox and getting your messages 🖤🖤🖤

(tbh i really didn’t think i’d even get to this point 😂)

“There baby, you can barely even notice it.” You said as you gently applied the bandage to Eddie’s forehead. He groaned, looking in the mirror and seeing not only a decently sized red bump, but a bruise right on his forehead.

He didn’t mean for those shelves to break, especially not right on his head, and definitely not under the circumstances he thought. It was rare when Eddie wasn’t being at least a little rough when you were making love, he always got a little more into it than he thought.

His hands were on your hips, guiding your body back into him as the thrusted into you from behind, your pretty hair sprawled across one of his pillows as you were biting into it to not bother the neighbors anymore than his headboard banging into the wall was. Even then he could see the little screws starting to give in his wall, but all he could focus on was you and how amazing he was making you feel.

Getting you off was much more important to him than getting himself off. What a gentleman.

With a few final thrusts into you he stayed still, keeping you full for another few moments and leaning down to gently kiss a trail down your spine before slowly pulling out of you. He wanted you to miss having him inside you even if it was just for a few moments switching positions.

“Sit up baby girl,” His arms reached down to help you up, gently petting out the little tangles from your hair as his bare chest was against your back, “you’re on top now. Is that alright? Think those sore little legs can handle it?” He said with a smirk.

No words left your lips. Just a gentle nod and a quiet ‘mm-hmm’ as you moved back onto his mattress, giving him enough room to lay back and watch as you straddled him.

He smiled at his work. Watching how slowly you crawled over him, your body dragging along his, your soft hands moving up his chest and into his hair, gently combing your fingers through the ends and twirling them around your fingers. His curls always looked so pretty when he was laid back underneath you.

He places his hands onto your hips and as he slowly guided you down onto him, he made the mistake of adjusting himself on the bed, the headboard banging against the wall one final time before the nails holding up that shelf finally gave in.

SMACK! Right onto his forehead.

It left behind a pretty nasty gash on his forehead, not to mention a few decently sized holes in the wall from being nearly ripped out. He was thankful his little trinkets and figures were unharmed.

After a little bit of cleanup, and a hasty change into your pajamas, you could see that it was just a little cut. Nothing a kiss and a bandaid couldn’t fix. And maybe a few days of applying Neosporin.

Eddie groaned as you leaned over him, placing a very gentle kiss on top of the bandaid.

“You’ll be alright Eddie, your hair covers up most of it so i don’t think anyone will notice much more than the bandaid.”

He sighed as he sat there, looking in the mirror at himself, his eyes moving back and forth from himself to you again before a slight smirk came to his lips.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, placing your hand onto his shoulder.

Eddie laughed before turning to look at you,

“Wayne’s gonna be so fucking pissed when he sees that wall…”

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hey-kae · 2 years

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hello! i read "mon champion" and i loved it 😻✨ (well, there is no work of yours that i don't like tbh ✨) and i would like to ask you if you can write a smut part of this os 👀👀👀👀👀

Rounds of Celebration

Part 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Warnings: Alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex (mainly male receiving, a hint of female receiving), kinda switch reader and Charles (no actual dom/sub dynamic tho).

Forgive me of there is some unnoticed nonsense, i will properly proofread this when my eyes aren’t burning…

a/n: i love how we’re all ignoring the actual results of this year… and the crash in fp2🥲

Sat a few steps away, you watched your boyfriend get sprayed with champagne by his friends, his shy side having mostly faded away with the alcohol he consumed. Your eyes were glued on him, laughing full-heartedly with so much joy in his eyes and painted on his face, raining down on him like the expensive beverage he was getting soaked with.

Seeing him finally get what he deserves, winning the championship, brought you as much happiness as any personal achievement would, if not more than that.

The tipsiness making you feel a bit lightheaded was putting your emotions on a high rise and as your eyes stayed glued to the happiest version of Charles that you'd ever seen, your heart was fluttering in you chest with drunken butterflies and sparkling twitches of love... and maybe a bit of lust too.

How could you not when his white button down was now soaked and see through, clinging to his chest and giving you a perfect view of the outline of his abs, every dip and inch so familiar to you, it tossed you back into a spiral of memories of your hands running down his torso and your nails clawing at him whenever you topped him and got to watch on his face, the pleasure you gave him manifest itself onto his features.

Your eyes met his from a distance, just as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some tension. He was smiling so wide, his adorable crinkles stealing the show. You were so mesmerized by him and the way his skin glistened under the flashing lights that you almost missed him beckoning you over, but you noticed the small movements of his hand just in time, so you moved off your seat and joined him under the spray of champagne, the bottle you bought clearly being assisted by another by now.

Charles, feeling bolder from the alcohol and the high of the moment, hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you close enough that your chest was flush against his. His hand grabbed your chin while he smiled and turned your head so he can whisper, or rather scream amidst the noise, in your ear.

"Je t'aime." I love you. He shouted just as the beat dropped, leaving the room silent for just enough time for everyone around to hear him. With confusion in his eyes, he looked around him, meeting the curious eyes, a bright blush sneaking onto his cheek once he understood that everyone heard.

You couldn't help chuckling, butterflies dancing in your stomach at how adorable Charles was. You used your hand to get him to face you again.

"Je t'aime aussi." I love you too. You shouted right back and pushed your lips against his.

Was there a high likelihood that this would get filmed and put on social media? Yes, but neither of you cared.

While you were momentarily questioning whether Charles was actually comfortable with this, he told you he was loving it in his own, slightly drunken way.

His lips pushed harder against your own, just enough to have you leaning back a little, laughing into the kiss and feeling him smile against your lips while his hands supported your lower back.

For a second there, you forgot the dozens of eyes watching you and his friends around. You were just happy for him and having the time of your life kissing him in a crowded room, celebrating the realization of his lifelong dream.

However, that didn't last long because soon enough, someone whistled and ice cold champagne was poured right over your heads, causing the two of you to jolt apart, gasping at the cold trickling down your bodies.

Charles pulled away with a laugh and turned to face his friend, his arm still secure around your waist. He tried to shield some champagne away, and you tried to hide behind his back for the same reason but all was in vain and neither of you exactly minded it. If there was any night perfectly suited to get messy, it was this one.

Barely any time later, he was being handed the bottle and he immediately took it to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the alcoholic liquid pour into his mouth, refreshing him and intoxicating him further. He was having the time of his life, a well deserved celebration and everyone could see it, but it was you that was noticing way more.

The veins in his arm popped as he hoisted up the big bottle. His hair was messy beyond words and damp.

Once again, you found yourself having wild thoughts as you watched the way his throat moved while he gulped the champagne, some droplets trickling down his chin and following a trail down his neck that you suddenly felt the need to trace with your tongue.

Drunk thoughts. You shook them out when Charles caught you staring and tilted the bottle towards you suggestively. That's when you realized your mouth was agape and your eyes wide.

You nodded and watched him smirk, reading your mind so easily before he situated himself behind you and tilted your head back to pour alcohol into your mouth.

The cold of the champagne was a beautiful contrast against your boiling body but the position he had you in was making the temperature rise more. You almost felt the need to moan at the feeling, the way Charles' hand was still resting under you chin, his thumb for some devilish reason stroking your skin softly doing nothing but giving you filthier thoughts.

His eyes were straight up devouring the sight in front of him to the point where his breathing turned irregular and his heart drummed along the booming beat of the music. The bottle in his grip felt heavier as his thoughts carried him away while he watched the way your chest was glistening from the champagne spray earlier and suddenly the taste of the drink was all he could think off, his teeth biting at the inside of his cheek to blow off some steam that came with watching you allowing him to pour alcohol into your mouth.

You swallowed the drink with your eyes closed, the moment despite being so public, feeling sensual and raw, almost like foreplay but they soon shot open once Charles very discreetly pushed his body against yours, letting you feel that this was getting to him as well, if the boner he had was anything to judge by.

Your hand was then immediately on his, tilting the bottle away and facing him to peck his lips quickly instead of resorting to any words because they all seemed to have been carried away, now busy swimming in alcoholic beverages. He was smiling when you pulled away despite how tight his pants now felt, his eyes scanning over your soaked dress and damp skin.

"I don't know what you're doing to me." He groaned into your ear.

You hooked your arms around the back of his neck and brought him closer but before you could respond, someone from the group was spitting smart ass remarks and that was only was annoying because it was true.

"Seems like Leclerc's getting victory sex."

Charles laughed at that while you playfully attempted to flip the group off, but before you could, you were pulled away, the laugh of your friends loud as they realized that you and Charles were leaving, probably to do exactly as suggested earlier.

"Keys?" You stumbled alongside your boyfriend.

"Hell no. We're calling a taxi." He made the wisest choice since neither of you was sober enough to drive.

On the way back , his hand was firm on your thigh, inching higher until it seamlessly slipped under the hem of your dress, up to the edge pf your panties, his pinky moving up and down your slit over the fabric until you needed to bite your lip to prevent any inappropriate sounds from escaping in presence of a stranger.

"Charles." You whispered to him as a warning.

Knowing fully well the effect he had on you, he smirked and pulled his hand completely away, leaving you pushing your thighs together desperately.

Minutes later, you burst into the hotel room and it would be an understatement to say Charles didn't feel like wasting any time. Within seconds of arriving, he had you pinned under him on the bed, his lips against your own in a feverish kiss that clearly painted the picture of how tonight would go.

His chest was flush against yours. You legs were spread for him to fit between them and he was pushing his hard on against your soaked panties. The air became heavier with every time your lips reconnected, the kiss only interrupted occasionally by small gasps for air and desperate groans and whimpers.

Your lips burned at the contact of his teeth with them, softly grazing against them like he knew drives you crazy and your hips were thrusting up to meet his like you knew he loved.

The black dress you had on was basically pointless at this point, hunched up around your waist already and your hands were practically itching to get rid of Charles' shirt.

"Charles..." you groaned against his lips, "Move a bit."

He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you with a teasing smile.

"Why?" He asked.

"I wanna... I wanna take off your shirt." You whined just before Charles interrupted you with another kiss, a needier one this time and when a few seconds passed, his hand was on your waist now, the other supporting his weight, finally giving you space to slip your hands between the two of you.

You smiled against his mouth and heard him chuckle at that.

Immediately, the buttons of his shirt were undone and your hands moved onto his back, under the damp fabric, slipping into the sleeves along his arms until you completely took it off and attempted to toss it aside. However, much to Charles' entertainment, it landed on his legs, causing him to sit up a bit and get rid of it.

In that, you saw a great opportunity, to claim some control that is. This was his private celebration after all.

While he was still distracted, just as his attention was coming back to you, you flipped him over so you were on top, straddling his waist perfectly.

Charles looked up at you questioningly with a highly amused expression, because even though he wasn't exactly dominant, he was definitely always the one in control.

"What?" You smiled, "I want to congratulate you." The words left your mouth in a suggestive tone, just as you leaned forward, your weight supported on your arms planted by his sides.

Instantly, your lips were in his neck, littering sultry, open mouthed kisses, the faint note of champagne making continuous appearances on your tongue whenever it met his skin. Meanwhile, his hands were tight around your waist as his head tilted back to allow you more space and his eyes closed to enjoy the simple feeling of your kisses.

The trail your lips were following was one that only headed south. From his neck, you moved onto his toned chest, increasing the frequency of kisses and feelings his muscles tense and his hips buck slightly with every contact as he started getting impatient.

By the time you reached his v-line, you had adjusted your position so you were situated between his legs.

Your tongue traced along the muscle lines while your hand moved to palm him over his pants, all while his gaze was glued on you, his elbows on the mattress for leverage.

Feeling his burning looks on you, you met his eyes with a smile just as your fingers blindly found the button and zipper of the garment, quickly undoing them and hooking your fingers into the hem.

Charles lifted his body a bit to allow you to get rid of his remaining clothes and you wasted no time doing so. His pants and boxers joined his shirt on the floor.

His cock was hard so your fingers wrapped around it lightly and you gave it a few pumps that elicited some straggled breaths out of Charles.

You looked back up at him for second and with that, you took him into your mouth until he was hitting the back of your throat, your eyes tearing up at the poke. Charles groaned at the warmth and dropped his head back as you began moving up and down, your hand working on what your mouth couldn't take and your tongue flicking over his tip every once in a while.

"Putain-" he exhaled and dropped back against the bed, resisting the urge to just keep watching you since his arms were growing weak from the weight and now the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

That didn't last long, though. Seeing you suck him off was one of his guilty pleasures. He knew that a lot of people would find it weird but he enjoyed it so much. It heightened the sensation and intensified the pleasure by levels and you didn't seem to mind it so he couldn't really see a reason not to do it. So, he sat up slightly, one of his hands used for support while the other buried itself in your tangled hair, his fingers alternating between softly scratching at your skull or holding onto the locks, especially when your tongue swiped over his head, making him gasp every time.

"Baby." He moaned, his eyes shutting momentarily as the feeling started building up.

You looked up at him and found him with parted lips and hooded, barely open eyes.

"So good, bébé." He reassured and you had to resist the urge to pull back and smile at that. You loved knowing that he was enjoyed something you were doing.

He continued watching as his cock moved in and out your mouth, his moans increasing by the second until the pleasure became overwhelming. Your eyes focused on his hand that was on the bed and the way his knuckles were white as he fisted the bedsheets.

Needing a change of pattern, you allowed him out of your mouth for only a few seconds that you took to trace your tongue along his vein then swirl it on his tip before taking all of him and hollowing your cheeks around him, resuming your movements.

"Fuck - si proche, chérie." so close… He groaned between heavy breaths.

You could feel the slight tug on your hair so you picked the pace and seconds later, your name and endless curse words rolled off his lips repeatedly as you felt him twitch and release into your throat. You continued with a slight movement until his orgasm finished then you pulled away, swallowed and and wiped your chin with the back of your hand before looking up at him with satisfaction.

Charles was panting with his head dropped back as he recovered, so you waited for him to redirect his attention to you before doing anything else.

Within seconds, his gaze was back on you, a small smile illuminating his face as he sat up properly and extended his arms towards you so you'd grab his hands. Your fingers intertwined with his and he pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap, each leg on one side of him before holding onto your waist.

Very passionately, he leaned into another kiss, a lazy one with his tongue meeting yours halfway, fighting to gain passage into your mouth. He wanted tonight to last as long as possible but it was starting to seem practically impossible to find it in himself to take it slow, especially when the whole day had been so fast and his mind was still set to the same pace.

Eventually, you had to slow down the movements of your lips so his would mimic yours. You were keen on making sure he would enjoy tonight enough to remember it down the years when he thought back on his first championship. You needed it to be part of the win and the feeling of it but not at the race pace, but at one that showed him you loved him, one that showed him you were happy for him.

He couldn't help it though. Everything about the past few months was so hectic and fast that it became his default way of operating.

His hands were practically clawing at your waist through the dress already.

"Charles," you interrupted the kiss, "doucement, bébé. Slowly, baby. We don't have to rush right now." You pecked his lips.

"Relaxe et laisse moi prendre soin de toi, mon amour. Ça marche?" Relax and let me take care of you, my love. Okay? A calming smile on your face met his gaze.

His body relaxed under yours and he let out a breath before nodding.

"Je t'aime." I love you. The words come out as a whisper from him, his eyes scanning your face and features, shining with an effervescent, overwhelming weight of feelings that poured right out and into your heart. All you could see was the glimmer in his eyes and his softening gaze perfectly complementing the ghost of a smile sitting so perfect on his lips.

"Je t'aime moi aussi." I love you too. You replied, slowly moving your hands up his chest, resting them on the side of his neck, caressing his soft skin with your thumb and slowly reconnected your lips to his, kissing him at a mellow, almost lazy pace, feeling his hands let go of your waist and wrap around your back instead, bringing you closer to your chest until your heartbeats started meeting halfway.

Charles finally allowed himself to let go a bit, allowed his mind to focus solely on the soft feelings of your lips on his and the pure love the kiss was filling his heart with instead of planning out what to do next and of the past day. Your kisses were ensorcelling to him. They had an intoxicating effect on his mind. Before he even realized it, he was moaning into your mouth and tightening his hold on you, running his hands up and down your back while yours moved between his shoulders and neck to in a ghost touch lingering so delicately over his skin, awakening goosebumps in its passing.

However, the feeling pf his hands caressing the silky material of your dress only made him realize you were still fully dressed.

Immediately, his fingers were hooked into the straps, tugging on them as he pulled away slightly, kissing your shoulders now instead.

"Tu es toujours habillée, chérie?" You’re still dressed, darling? He asked rhetorically, but mainly to tell you he needed that dress out of the way. You understood him as always.

"Take it off for me." You replied.

Charles didn't waste a second. He pulled the garment over your head and threw it to join his clothes on the floor before leaning back to catch a glimpse of your half naked figure, and of course, much to his delight, you were wearing red lingerie that barely hid anything from him.

"Putain." He grunted and pushed you closer, his lips finding your neck, meeting the skin with sloppy kisses that he made a point to keep slow and sensual.

But one thought sneaked into his mind and he couldn't push it out. It left him chuckling against your skin after a moment of resistance.

"What is it?" You asked with a frown.

"You taste like champagne," he softly bit you, "and now i'll never have a normal podium again," he kept interrupting himself with kisses, "because i'll smell or drink the champagne and i'll think of this," another peck, "of having you sat like this, half naked in my lap and I'll probably get hard because of it." You could feel the cheeky smile against your body, "And trust me baby, i plan on getting a lot of podiums next season."

Distracted with his words and imagining them happening, you didn't feel his hand trailing down towards your pussy, and to say that area wasn't currently craving his attention would be a blatant lie, so when his fingers pushed against your clothed clit, it was perfect reasonably, the sharp gasp that left your mouth.

"Charles." You moaned.

"Je te touche à peine, chérie." I’m barely touching you, darling. He teased and pushed your panties aside, two fingers immediately tracing around your folds.

But you needed to stop him.

"Stop, this is about you tonight. Tu es le champion du monde. Je veux bien te traiter comme cela." You’re the champion of the world. I wanna treat you as such. You rushed.

"Tu veux me traiter comme champion?" You really wanna treat me like a champion. He asked and slowly started putting pressure on your entrance

"Ouais." Your eyes screwed shut as he teased you.

"Alors laisse moi faire ça. Then let me do this. I want to see you cum on my fingers. Ça me fera beaucoup de plaisir." That would make me really happy. He said with a head tilt to the side and a teasing smile, telling you to reconsider.

His words, although said in a playful tone, had you feeling weak and questioning your plans but you put up a fight.

"No, Charles." You gasped the words out because he decided to push in two fingers just a bit, enough to make you want to beg for more.

"Oh, c'mon. You're telling me you don't want my fingers inside you right now?" He teased again, "Comme ci, je veux dire." Like so, i mean. He pushed them in completely, knuckle deep, curled them to hit your spot and stilled his hand.

Charles knew the right way to make you admit you wanted him. He always knew his way around your needs and your body.

"Cause it would be a shame if you didn't want that... Makes me feel like a real fucking champion, seeing you shaking from just my fingers." He started pulling out then.

"Fuck-" you groaned, "Fuck, okay Charles."

He literally grinned and pumped his fingers inside you and just like that, your breathing turned straggled and you started relying on his chest for support.

Slowly, he started moving his fingers in and out, scissoring them and making you feel the stretch with every thrust of his hand. He wasn't wrong when he said he could make you shake just from this and your current state, your reaction to the agonizingly slow speed was proof.

You started rolling your hips to meet his movements, a subconscious act because your body needed more than this torture.

Charles smiled knowingly but your panties and needing to keep pushing them aside were annoying him beyond words. He flipped you over and laid you down on the bed then withdrew his fingers and hooked them into your underwear instead.

You watched as he dragged them down your legs and tossed them behind him, spreading your legs after that and glancing at your glistening pussy.

"So wet." He swiped a finger from your clit to your entrance, making you squirm, "And you weren't gonna let me touch you."

"Baby." you complained, your hips bucking like they had a mind of their own by now.

Charles looked up at you and your eyes spontaneously met his. Sure, there was no denying that he enjoyed getting the attention and releases during sex, but he loved it equally, having you spread out in front of him, watching you come because of him, seeing your face twist in pleasure under him. He would never get used to the feeling of having you in such a vulnerable position, just for him.

"Laisse les écartés pour moi, ouais?" Leave them spread for me, yeah? He instructed, patting your thighs after spreading them himself.

You nodded without a second thought and watched the way he pushed his fingers back in slowly, his fingertips coming in contact with your g-spot instantly, pulling a loud moan of his name out of you, your breathing becoming more unsteady with every stroke he made inside of you. Still, as you adjusted to the feeling of two fingers, you started feeling the need for something of increased intensity.

"Charles- More, please." You whined.

"D'accord, but let me hear you, bébé. I want that." He referred back to you telling him tonight is supposed to be revolving around his pleasure.

"Fuck, okay." You agreed.

Happy with that, he went against your expectations and sucked your clit between his lips instead of adding a third finger. He got the reaction he anticipated since his name left your lips in a squeal.

You felt him run his mouth over the sensitive nub, keeping the pace he was thrusting his fingers at steady. Within seconds, you were already loosing control of your thoughts and half of your words seemed to have been forgotten. His name and a mix of curse words seemed to be all you knew.

Moan after moan motivated Charles to keep going and got him hard again, worse than before. He was starting to have a growing desperation to feel the warmth of your pussy around his cock as he thrust into you and filled you so perfectly. The thought alone made him groan against you and just like a chain reaction, your hips lifted off the bed, so he groaned again and when you pushed against his mouth, a third finger slipped inside of you too.

"Oh my god." You gasped and Charles instantly felt your walls tighten, so he picked up the pace and replaced his mouth on your clit with his thumb.

He glanced towards you. Your head was digging back into the mattress and your eyes were force shut while your lips were hanging open, heavy breaths and small moans leaving them as he watched. He was quick to realize how close you were.

"Let go for me, baby." He soothed.

That was all it took for you to orgasm, squirming on the bed while Charles carried on with his movements, easing you through your release and kissing your inner thighs softly.

Once you came down off your high, he pulled his hands away and sucked his fingers clean under your burning looks.

After that show of his was over, you patted the bed next to you while holding eye contact with him.

He frowned and sat down so you straddled him, your hands on his shoulders and your lips trailing from his chest to his neck.

"What are we doing maintenant, chérie?" He asked and reached over to brush you hair away.

"Maintenant, you veux te féliciter proprement, mon champion." Now, i wanna congratulate you properly, my champion. As you spoke, you applied some force against him, urging him to lay down and as soon as he caught onto where you were going with this, he plopped back on the mattress, his arms folded under his head to playfully show anticipation as a grin took over his face.

"Men..." you jokingly rolled your eyes and leaned forward to peck his lips, "but you know what? Might as well keep them there." You referred to his arms and shrugged.

He didn't take you seriously at first, but he still watched you unhook your bra and fling it off onto the floor, exposing your erect nipples to him, you hands trailed over them lightly, what made you groan.

Charles reached over and rubbed them himself but was surprised to see you pin back his hands.

"Baby, remember i told you to sit back and relax?" You felt his forearms flex under your touch.

He looked confused as he nodded.

"Well, now might be the time to do it."

With no other protest coming your way, you moved a hand away from his and wrapped it around his hard cock, directing it to trace between your wet folds, making both you and Charles moan.

"But no teasing." He warned and you nodded and circled your clit with his tip just a few time before pointing him to your entrance.

"Bah, regarde moi au moins." Well, look at me at least. Charles protested.

Realistically speaking, he could easily break free of your hold and tilt your head towards him but he didn't really wanna do that. He was enjoying having you in control for a change, enjoying this as his private celebration.

Therefore, he was delighted that your gaze locked with just as you began sinking down on him, your warmth enveloping him and making him breath harder.

Neither of you could say anything, both of you so taken by the feeling and the eye contact that has never been so intense before.

But when he was completely filling you up, stretching you out to his girth and bottoming out inside of you, the sharp inhales on both your ends were inevitable as this was much deeper than usual when he was on top. You could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

The feeling left you squeezing him already, trying to get accustomed to the new angle. It's not that you never rode him before but it was a rare occurrence.

"Fuck, give me a second - feels too good already." You laid on his chest and panted until it became torture not to move as it felt like you were just teasing him and yourself at that point. If you didn't have his hands pinned above his head, Charles would've definitely had them moving comfortingly up and down your back but he settled for a kiss onto your forehead instead. It was comforting nonetheless.

Once you got used to how it feels, having him so deep inside you, you got back up and was met with a smile from him, the blue-green of his eyes shining brighter under the hotel lights.

You retightened your grip on his arms, using them for support too and starting circling your hips.

"Merde - juste comme ça." Shit - just like that. He praised, his hands practically itching to find your waist and guide you to a faster pace but he was resisting the urge, "tu es si belle d'ici." You’re so beautiful from here. He complemented, watching the way your tits bounce when you shifted to moving up, having him slide out then sink back in. He was now bucking his hips into you to meet your movements halfway..

"Charles..." you moaned, your walls tightening under his effect, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“I know, baby.” He groaned too, his eyes shutting at the feeling of you clenching him.

At that point, no patience was lost on this, by neither of you. The whole agreement about not needing to go fast was long forgotten as you both ached for more, the urgency of that need overpowering all your movements. That showed itself so clear in the way you were now rapidly moving on his cock, alternating between upwards movements and rolling your hips, both of the patterns bringing so much pleasure to you and Charles.

You quickly felt your self close to another orgasm within moments so you forced yourself to regain some composure, your focus shifting back onto Charles and the way the veins in his arms were popping as he put everything in him into resisting the need to free his hands of your hold. Soft moans were escaping through his lips, even with his teeth digging into the lower one and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Charles…” you called out for him.

He shook his head in question.

“Do you want me to let go of your arms?” You asked, knowing fully well he could absolutely take care of that himself.

Charles nodded so quick, “Fuck, yes.”

However, before doing that, you stilled your movements and leaned forward to connect your lips to his. His head lifted off the bed as he attempted to take control of the kiss but you were still the one setting the increasingly exhilarating pace. Charles wasn’t exactly having it anymore.

You felt him straining against your hold so you let go and within the blink of an eye, his hands were stood on your hips.

“Tu vas me rendre fou, tu le sais?” You’re gonna make me crazy, you know? He grunted as his touch trailed upper on your body, his fingers fingers your nipples immediately. You couldn’t help but moan, the sound reciprocated since his actions made you squeeze around his hard cock.

“Move.” He urged, “S’il te plaît, chérie.” Please, darling.

You didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, bouncing up and down, watching his hazy looks as his eyes focused on the way he repeatedly disappeared inside you.

Your eyes didn’t leave his face once. You kept admiring him as his breaths became quicker and his parted pink lips let go of small moans and whimpers. Eventually, he felt the need to take matters onto his own hands for a little.

His firm grip started guiding your movements, his heels planted onto the bed allowing him to thrust up into you simultaneously. Your hands moved to rest on his abs, relying on him for support as every movement of his shook your body.

Charles gradually lost control of his body. His fingers were digging into your hips and his thrusts were falling out of rythme but still meeting your movements perfectly.

As you felt that and the newfound irregularity, you also felt your orgasm approaching and judging by the way Charles’ groans had changed, his was too.

As if you needed any more confirmation, he felt you take control again and within seconds you felt him twitch.

Your name left his mouth in breathless whimpers as you felt him releasing deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm and make you squirm as it ripped through you.

“Fuck, Charles…” you moaned as you let go then took a sharp inhale.

“Felicitations, mon champion.” Congratulations, my champion. You said and collapsed on his heaving chest, listening to his drumming heart and racing heartbeat.

“Merci, bébé.” He replied and even though he wasn’t in your line of sight, you could hear the smile in his tone.

As the heavy breaths toned down and you recovered, Charles pulled out, brought the covers over the two of you and started brushing through your tangled hair.

“You’re really gonna think of this in podiums?” You asked, amused by the thought.

“Probably.” He chuckled and you felt the vibrations beneath you.

Silence reigned for a while following that but Charles broke it eventually.

“This was the best congratulations. Ça c’est assez évident pour moi.” That is very obvious to me. He teased.

“You want more of it?” You half-joked.

Charles looked at you with an entertained smile, but was already feeling himself get hard again.

“What?” He laughed.

You didn’t answer. You just slipped under the covers.

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congratulations! | lee jihoon

angst | 1.8k words | warnings: jihoon is a toxic ex (sorry), profanities, hands thrown (could’ve been more tbh), slight bff!kwan x reader

an: happiest birthday my bestie, my wifey, the one and only @bluehoodiewoozi !!!!! yes this was originally written for our tiny xmas exchange but it’s your birthday today saur… here ya go. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

You nervously paced up and down your cramped hallway. Alternating between biting your nails and your lips, you willed your boyfriend Jihoon– no, was he your ex now?– to pick up your calls. Each passing second amplified the anxiety. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, almost drowning out the outside world. Dialling his number again, your gaze was fixed on the screen, willing it to light up with his response.

“C’mon, pick up…”

The cryptic text that Jihoon had sent you made no sense at all. You didn’t understand how it all went up in flames in a blink of an eye. When was it that your relationship started to go wrong? Sure, you hadn’t seen him in a while due to scheduling conflicts, but had the two of you drifted so apart to the point he warranted a break? And through text, no less!

His text (“I need some time to myself. Let’s take a break.”) was accompanied by numerous of your own, all left unanswered. It was pathetic, really, how your texts evolved from demanding an explanation to you begging him to stay. Still, you continued to send messages in hopes that he would reply at least one of them eventually, even if your all calls ended up going to voicemail.

The room around you seemed to close in, every sound a distraction. Your mind raced with questions and uncertainties, replaying the moments that had led up to the abrupt breakup. The anticipation was both unbearable and desperate, yearning for some form of reassurance or closure.

Tension only seemed to thicken in the air as you listened in on the phone’s ringing. You could almost feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the silence. Doubt crept in, and you questioned whether Jihoon would answer, whether he even wanted to hear from you. The vulnerability of the situation makes you second-guess every aspect of the relationship that led to this point.

“The number you have dialled is currently not available. Please try again later.” You sighed as you were directed to voicemail for the nth time.

He didn’t pick up this time either.

It had been 5 months since your ex became your ex.

The constant checking of your phone morphed into a ritual, with each unanswered call deepening the ache in your chest. You wonder if Jihoon was purposefully avoiding your calls, adding a layer of rejection to the already painful experience. It wasn’t like you didn’t try reaching out on social media; for someone who rarely used social media, he had already made sure to block you on all possible platforms. The silence on the other end of the line becomes a void, echoing the emotional distance that has suddenly emerged.

The unanswered calls left you grappling with a mix of emotions—fear of the unknown, longing for reconciliation, and the harsh reality that things may never be the same again.

Boo Seungkwan, your ever-loving best friend, had barged into your humble abode after you had holed yourself inside, coming out only for work or to throw the trash. You were grateful to Seungkwan for dragging you out for brunch– you almost missed the way the sun felt on your skin. Brunch was a simple affair, the cafe lulled by the muffled conversations of its patrons. Your best friend hardly minded your subdued temperament; rather, he took the lead for most of the conversation, knowing that you would be more content with just listening in. It didn’t take much for you to fall into Seungkwan’s comfortable companionship, throwing jokes and punches at each other as if you hadn’t been unceremoniously dumped.

That was, until you saw him.

The bell above the cafe door chimed as Lee Jihoon, in all his glory, walked into the very cafe you and Seungkwan sat in, an arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

Time seemed to slow as you registered their presence. They had just entered the cafe when your eyes unintentionally locked for a brief moment. Your heart skipped a beat, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over you. Beside him was a new face, someone unfamiliar yet uncomfortably close.

As they navigated through the tables, you couldn’t help but watch, the air growing heavier with every step they took. From the way they causally held hands, to how Jihoon would bump shoulders with his companion; the casual ease in their conversation hints at a connection that is fresh and unfamiliar, replacing the shared history that once existed between the two of you. It was an unwelcome scene, playing out right in front of you.

The comforting ambience of the cafe suddenly felt oppressive as you grappled with a mix of emotions—surprise, nostalgia, and an uninvited twinge of sadness. Your gaze inadvertently followed them to a nearby table, and you find yourself caught between the desire to look away and the magnetic pull of curiosity.

The speed of your smile dropping as you halted mid-laughter caused Seungwkan to whip towards the reason why.

“Y/n?” you vaguely registered Seungkwan trying to shift your attention away from them. Yet, you couldn’t look away. Jihoon’s laugh beckons you as always, a siren’s call slowly piercing dull daggers through your heart.

Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and back to your best friend. His emotions are clearly plastered on his face, and you find yourself mirroring him through the reflection in his eyes: surprise, disbelief, pain, disappointment.

“Its nothing, Kwan.” your whispered, but your attempt at reassuring your friend was anything but convincing.

“The audacity?! The nerve he has to come here, and with a new beau too!” Being the best friend that he was, Seungkwan shifted his seat, attempting to block your view of them. Your gaze softened at your friend’s attempt to make you feel better.

There was just something about the way Jihoon treated the girl so preciously that didn’t sit right with you. How he pulled a chair out for her, smiling shyly when she thanked him. How his eyes never left hers.

How he looked so happy while you were barely picking up the pieces of you that he had brutally smashed and left for dead.

“Jihoon.” Before you knew it, your feet brought you over to his table, looming over his side, face void of any emotion. From the corner of your eye, Seungkwan let out a huge sigh at your actions, running his hand through his hair in his seat.

Jihoon looked up in surprise, no doubt that he wasn’t expecting to run into you today.

“Y/n?” His eyes made contact everywhere except with you. He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to steel himself before finally looking at you. “Its nice to see you again. How have you been?”

“You asked for a break.”

“Are you here with someone? It’s been a while since we’ve met-”

“You asked for a break,” you breathed, cutting into his words. “Why? Did I do something to wrong you? Or were you just bored of me, looking for a new muse?”

“Y/n,” his eyes were begging you not to call for attention in the cafe. “Let’s not–“

“How have I been?” You scoff. “You’re so unbelievable. Funny you asked, considering how you just up and left me with no explanation.”

You didn’t mean for your words to come out filled with a sudden surge of venom and hostility. 5 months’ worth of pain, confusion and anguish took over you the longer you stared at the man who was once the love of your life. The girl on the other side looked on in confusion, reaching out for your ex’s hand across the table.

“Honey, who is this?” God, how infuriating her naivety was.

“An old acquaintence, darling. An old classmate from uni.”

The warm and gentle smile he gave her, one that used to be directed to you, caused another sudden surge of anger to bubble within you. All you saw was red. You didn’t have time to register your next actions; your hand instinctively reaching for the glass of water on his table and dumping its contents all over him.

Water dripped from his hair and onto his neatly pressed shirt as he leaped to his feet in surprise. Some of the water dripped on to the table, splashing onto the girl as well.

“Y/n what the fuck?! What’s wrong with you, what was that for?!” Its strange, you thought. For all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him this loud before.

The entire cafe fell silent, watching your every move. The sudden tension was thick enough to be suffocating even the baristas, who had paused making drinks to watch the drama unfold before their very eyes.

Jihoon continued to wipe himself down with napkins. He wasn’t looking at you, but the malevolence in his voice was clearly directed towards you.

“Move on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m happier now without you?”

“Why should I have to wish happiness for you, who left me via text?” You couldn’t help but sneer back, bitterness on full display. You both continued your staring match, eyes filled with disdain for the other, until you felt Seungkwan tug on your arm.

“C’mon. He’s not worth.” Your best friend whispered, wanting to remove you from the situation before you exploded even more. He had already gathered your things, your bag slung over his shoulder as he tugged on yours.

You threw him one last look. Of disgust, of broken trust, of betrayal. “Congratulations, you sick son of a bitch.”

Turning on your heel, you stalked out of the cafe, Seungkwan just behind you. Hushed conversations in the cafe spring back to life as you left. Despite your better judgement, you took one last look at your ex. Not that he noticed– his attention was fully occupied by the girl fretting over his now-damp attire.

You successfully made it round the block before collapsing into Seungkwan’s arms. Sobs racked your body as he knelt down beside you, rubbing circles onto your back as your tears drenched his t-shirt, whole body shaking from the ferocity of your cries. He didn’t mind how your fists crumpled his outfit, or how you seemed to cling to him like a lifeline. Directing your head into the crook of his neck, Seungkwan could only whisper words of comfort, smoothening your hair to calm you down.

Your breath tickled his neck as you tried to say something, voice meek and tired and drained. Pulling you away, Seungkwan thumbs away your tears, coaxing you to repeat yourself.

“It’s like nothing happened. Like I didn’t exist.” You sniffle. “Like we didn’t exist.

“How does he expect me to move on, Kwan? He’s smiling like nothing ever happened.”

Seungkwan’s heart ached for you. His strong, independent best friend whose heart was trampled and shattered for no reason, but all he could do was rub your back. His fists balled up in frustration. How he wished for you to be treated better.

How he wished he could show you he could treat you better.

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I just want a morpheus x human!reader smut where morpheus has her bend over on his throne/the table from the library and he's taking her from a behind position and she just have to stay quiet I'VE BEEN THINKING OF THIS THE WHOLE WEEK PLEASE

Over It

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You got into a fight with Dream, and you were so over it. He, on the other hand, was so not.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, PWP tbh, smut (dom!dream, he kinda takes out his anger out on her, make up sex ig, vaginal penetration, praise kink), pov shift, angst ig, typos, etc.

A/N: olright MINORS DNI HAHAHA I COULD NOT GET BACK TO YOU BECAUSE OF MY MILLIONS REQUESTS (im not complaining im just dramatic) AND MILLION ASSIGNMENTS (i am, in fact, complaining) i hope youre still ok after weeks of thinking about this and weeks again for waiting for me to reply HAHHHAHHAAHHAH i dont even remember when this wound up in my ask. anyway, let's go! i hope you like this filth procured for you. reader is the exact opposite of quiet though LOLOLOL Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

He counted the seconds of your silence.

295,201

295,202

295,203

It had been three days since you have spoken a word to him.

And for what? Because he gave your boss nightmares? He deserved it. He was cruel to you and your co-workers. You should be thanking him over the fact he broke the pathetic man that he had no choice but to resign.

Yet you despised him for his course of action, and he has been awaiting an explanation as to why.

But you have not spoken a word to him still.

That was about to change real quick.

I walk into my apartment, and dropped my things like clockwork. After a long day, all I wanted to do was take a shower, but when I twirled in my spot, the next thing I knew I was face to face to the King of Nightmares, staring down at me from his throne.

"Take off your skirt," Dream said.

I look at him, bewildered, flabbergasted, disgusted. How dare he speak to me like that when I just decided I would make amends with him when I got home. I scoff, "excuse you? What did you just say to me?"

I felt the throne room shift. I felt it darken.

"You have not spoken to me in three days, girl," his multi-layered voices echo in the expanse as he rises from his throne. He walks over to me, steps heavy, "because you look down on my judgement."

Dream's face is dark when he comes up in front of me. As much as I knew he wouldn't hurt me, the mortal in me quivered in his presence, especially as his command that I strip repeats in my mind. I play it off by crossing my arms.

"What wisdom do you think you hold against my endless existence?" he cranes his neck down at me as his hands slide down the curve of my bum, "I am tired of your petty resolve."

Although my body was reacting to him, and I knew that he was acutely aware of how my pulse and breathing picked up, how my body heat ignited, I clenched my jaw and moved my face close to his, "you wanna know why I'm so pissed?"

I involuntarily reach out for his shoulders when his fingers drop to the ends of my skirt and begins to hike the fabric up.

I cannot withhold my gasp at his actions.

"Enlighten me, mortal," he mutters with a rumble.

I bite my lip tightly when he massages my thighs roughly, nails digging into my flesh.

My mouth goes ajar and I throw my arms around his shoulders, whimpering at his actions. I was suddenly so aware of how touch starved we've been of each other, and how much I actually missed him.

As I dig my nose into the crook of his neck, his familiar scent invaded my senses. Whatever anger I felt changed gears into need, into hunger. I could not help my broken resolve when I find myself needing to admit, "I missed you."

Dream snuggles against me as one of his hands make its way to my core. He sighs at the wet heat and basks in the whimper he pulls out from my lips, "I know."

Then the next moment, he pulls back and pulls me away. He pushes me down, face forward on his throne; both my hands prop on either side of the armrest.

"But I asked you to confess your sins to me," Dream says, eyes narrowing as I looked at him from over my shoulder.

In an instant, my nose flares along with my anger.

He recognizes the deviance. He tilts his head down at the challenge, "speak now, or my punishment will only worsen."

I scoff and move to turn to him, but he hinders me by my hips.

"I did not tell you to move."

"You ruined our project, Dream."

His lips press into a thin line.

I furrow my brows and chuckle dryly, "Because we had to change project heads, the whole damn project was postponed until further notice," I sigh, feeling my emotions get the best of me as my breathing flares, "it's inconsequential to me, but a lot of my coworkers work on commission and they had to scram for work because of how abruptly the project basically ended."

I clench my jaw at his expression. It does not last though. I am not immune to his glassy blue eyes and immortal kicked puppy expression. The satisfaction I felt in that moment begins to melt into pity when I see the heavy guilt build on his face.

I release a sigh, along with all my anger, "Dream..."

"Although it is clear my choice of action was not the best," he mutters, fingers digging underneath my clothes, "I still would have haunted that imbecile's mind for causing you distress."

Dream brings my panties down. I feel it drop to my ankles. I mutter his name out again.

"Instead of a punishment then," he starts, as I release a moan when he begins to rub my core, "consider this an apology," he says as he leans in and pushes my hair off to one side, "if my beloved allow me to show my remorse."

I drop my head as I close my eyes, letting out strings of incoherence as I feel him tease my entrance, "oh, go-- yes, Dream," I whine under my breath.

He brings both his hands to my bare bum and rubs my skin 'till it's particularly warm.

The next moment, I let out a lewd noise and grip the armrest tightly when he sheathes himself.

He begins to rock into me in a slow and steady pace. I gulp at the sound of his breathing.

I arch my back and release more moans when he reaches for my breasts. He grunts, excited by the sounds, "I've missed your sweet noises."

When he straightens back up and latches on my hips again, I give him even more noises, louder, needier, "so lovely," he purrs, "do I make you moan like this?"

"Yes," I whimper, "obviously--"

He lets out a velvety laugh.

My feet skid on the floor when he picks up the pace.

"Fuck, Dream," I grunt, "so good."

His chest puffs at the praise, "mmm, tell me more," he readjusts his grip, "tell me how I make you feel."

I stretch my neck as I rack my brain for words. My pants grow heavy as I let out broken cries, "so nice, so full, so good, sooo good, Dream, so good."

For a moment, it is only the words 'so good' and the sound of slapping skin reverberating in the hall.

Dream is exhilarated by the incoherence of his usually verbose and well-spoken lover. He adores how limited words were in this moment. He much more loves it when all you could say now was his name.

"Dream," I whine helplessly as he quickens his pace.

His hand sneaks between my legs, playing with the dripping slick as he rubbed his fingers on my sweet spot.

I squeal and clench around him. He wrangles my squirming form with his strength as he effortlessly keeps his breathing level, all while managing to murmur, "such a good girl."

My arms begin to falter in its place. My knees begin to buckle. My stomach begins to coil. I say his name out again and he says my name in response, as if to soothe me.

The pressure within me builds and builds. I reach out my arms for something, for nothing, as I feel myself grow delirious while I chase the feeling inside me. I call out his name. My voice hikes up and down at his minsitrations.

Dream is attentive of my whole being, he makes sure that he is ready for my undoing.

When I finally come, I nearly shoot forward, as my arms were rendered fucking useless, along with my legs, and my neck, and well, my entire body.

Much like always, Dream manages to keep me up and on him as he pounds into me, chasing his own release. My spit nearly spills from my open mouth when I feel his heat spill inside me. My toes curl at the sensation, and soon enough my limp body finds some form of strength as Dream stills.

He allows me the courtesy of catching my breath before releasing his hold on me and withdrawing himself.

I am unsure if he physically does it or with his powers for I'm still too fucked to really remember how I ended up on his lap while he found his spot on his throne again. At least he thought to fix my skirt.

I was angled a bit to my side. His arms were around me. He leans in when as I nuzzle against his neck. He turns to me and takes my appearance, brushing hair behind my ear, smiling softly at the unkemptness, before pressing his lips onto mine.

It was only then I realized how stupid I was for depriving myself of his kiss out of spite. He got that right, I was a petty mortal indeed. Oh well, at least that got him to fuck me on hi-

"I have missed you too, my dear," he brushes his nose against mine when he pulls away.

I nod, placing a hand on his cheek, "I'm half-sorry for ignoring you."

My body faintly bounces when he laughs, "only half?"

I fiddle with his collar, "well, you bent me over on your throne because of our fight."

"Hmm," he narrows his eyes, pulling me close to him, "and you would chose to upset me instead of simply asking me to bend you over where you want me to?"

"Well..." I lick my lips, sighing, "... it's not the same."

He laughs again, the whole of the Dreaming does, "perhaps you do require a punishment after all."

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 1 year

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The Pull: Steddie x Succubus reader Part 4 (final part)

Summary: You move to Hawkins after spending the last decade in New York City hoping to have a peaceful and quiet next few years flying under the radar only feeding when necessary and making everyone you spend a night with forget you. But when you arrive, you feel a pull from two men like you’ve never felt before. As soon as you feel it you know flying under the radar here wasn’t going to cut it, you had to find them. Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, choking, demon/human relationships, oral F&M! receiving, M/M/F threesome,the boys DP reader in this one, a lil bit of angst, some flufff. (Lmk if I missed any!)

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the others also I’m not OBSESSED with this ending tbh, I played around with a few ideas, possibly turning her human or turning them into incubi, ultimately I felt like I was over complicating it so I decided to just end it here. I did leave it open ended so if I feel inspired to go back and add more to their story I can! But I hope you guys enjoyed!! Feedback is greatly appreciated.🖤

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Eddie stretched and rolled over before opening his eyes, it was pitch black outside now and he hardly remembered falling asleep. He turned his head to the side and saw Steve, he looked so handsome… then it all came crashing down on him, you coming to the door, the red flash of your eyes, your magic fucking pussy and he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t some D&D lore fueled wet dream. But when he sat up and looked at Steve who was laying on his stomach he could see long nail marks down his back that he knew weren’t his.

He looked to the other side of the bed and it was empty, he hoped maybe you were in another room but he knew you weren’t. He grabbed his boyfriend's shoulder and shook him lightly “Steve… Steve.. she’s.. she’s gone” Steve groaned and peaked an eye at Eddie “Babe? What are you talking abou- oh.. yeah, for a second I thought that was a crazy dream” he sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the dark room and looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, 6:00PM.

“Geez we slept for a long time.. she’s really gone?” He tried to hide his disappointment but it was apparent. “I hoped she would’ve at least said goodbye..”

Eddie sighed “yeah man, me too. She was.. wow, I’m still kind of trying to wrap my mind around the fact that it was real.” He got up from the bed and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand, spying something on the ground “but you have scratches all over your back and THESE are on our bedroom floor, so..” he leaned down and picked them up and showed Steve, it was your black g-string.

“Also your neck is covered in hickies” Steve said now standing in front of his partner, running his fingers down his neck. “I’m going to go take a shower…” he sighed and kissed Eddie on the cheek before leaving the room.

•

When you got home you felt lost, you just sat on your couch in silence, staring at the wall for what felt like hours. You had only been here a little over a week so luckily there wasn’t much to pack since most of your things were still in boxes. You decided you would give yourself the evening to pack and collect yourself and leave in the morning. You should feel amazing and fulfilled but you don’t, you can’t even enjoy the high you normally feel from feeding. It’s like knowing you’ll never have it again makes you already hungry for more.

You finally stood from your couch with a sigh and started going through the motions of packing your clothes and the few belongings you had taken out of boxes. By the time you were done it was dark outside and you were the regular kind of hungry, while sexual energy fed the succubus side of you there was still a part of you that was human once so your physical body craves human food. You knew there was nothing in your kitchen to eat. You had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow, which obviously wasn’t happening now. There was a Chinese restaurant around the corner, you decided you’d just walk over there for something and then come home and crash so you could get an early start.

•

“Can we go get food? Please?” Eddie looked at Steve with big sad eyes. “Yeah baby, we can get food.” He caressed his boyfriend’s cheek “you want Chinese?”

“You know the answer to that question is literally always yes.” He gave him a small smile “Steve? I’m sad. I know that we literally knew her for like three hours tops but I just.. I don’t know” he looked down at his hands and his shoulders sagged.

“No, I get it… Like we have always talked about maybe finding a girl to have as a fuck buddy or even maybe a girlfriend but she was.. I don’t think we will ever find one now, I honestly think pussy is fucking ruined for me now” he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah man.. I think so too, maybe she put some kind of spell on us? And it’ll wear off?” Eddie knew that wasn’t true, you said you didn’t charm them and for whatever reason demon or not he believed that you were telling them the truth.

“Yeah.. maybe. Or the fact that she had a literal magic pussy” he snorted “Let’s go get some food. You want Golden Dynasty?”

“You mean the only Chinese food in town that doesn’t taste like shit? Yeah definitely.” He chuckled as he walked towards the door to put his shoes on while Steve went to call in the pick up order.

•

You tapped your long nails on the table you were sitting at while you waited for your food, cursing yourself for not calling it in, when you felt it. Or more so you felt them, and they were close and only coming closer. Did they find you somehow? No, there’s no way they could’ve.. was it just some sick twist of fate bringing them close to you again when you were trying to get away from them? You had no idea what you’d say if they saw you, if they’d even talk to you, or if they even cared that you left. Thinking that they didn’t care stung a bit, but it really was the best case scenario, at least you’d be the only one who was getting hurt by this.

You took a deep breath and tried to center yourself, just because they were close didn’t mean they were going to see you or even be in the same place as you. They couldn’t sense you like you could sense them so it would be fine. You needed to get a grip. You were on your third deep breath when you heard the bell on the door indicating that someone walked in. You felt your blood run cold, even though your back was to the door you knew it was them. Their scent was much stronger than it was a few minutes ago and you felt dizzy being this close to them again.

Maybe they wouldn’t see you, your back was to the door and they only knew you for a few hours which you hoped wasn’t enough time to memorize the back of your head. But you were wrong, the minute they walked in Eddie saw you, he did spend time memorizing the back of you when he was railing you from behind just earlier today.

“Steve…” he elbowed his boyfriend and tilted his head in your direction. It took him a moment but Steve’s eyes widened in realization. “Holy shit dude, this is like.. fate or something we have to talk to her”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly extremely nervous “Unless.. I mean.. she left without saying anything, what if she doesn’t want to talk to us?”

They really must have thought they were talking quieter than they were because you heard every word they were saying and it broke you even more. They were sad that you left, and hurt that you didn’t say goodbye. Fuck. Should you just rip off the bandaid and talk to them? Lie to them and tell them you’ll see them around then disappear? Tell them you decided Hawkins wasn’t for you and that you’re leaving? Neither of those options sounded good to you, from the beginning something about them made you want to spill your heart out to them and tell them all your truths. If you talked to them you’d tell them why you ran, why you were REALLY leaving.

So you did the only thing that felt logical in that moment and you got up and started walking to the door opposite of them without even grabbing your food first. You couldn’t face them and still leave, that’s why you left before they woke up. You’d stay, you’d watch them grow old and then you’d be all alone again in the blink of an eye.

Right as you were reaching for the door you felt a ringed hand on your wrist and when you turned you were met with the biggest sad brown puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen and you felt your heart constrict in your chest “Please wait? We just.. want to talk to you and then we’ll leave you alone forever if that’s what you want, I promise.” He had marks all over his neck from earlier and you felt yourself salivate at the sight.

Before you could answer, the woman behind the counter called your order “Do you wanna grab your food? And we can all sit and eat and talk?”

“Uh- I think we should talk about this somewhere private, my apartment is down the street, you guys can come eat there?” You said it before you even realized what you were saying. He gave you a soft look that melted your insides “Are you sure?”

Were you sure? No. Were you going to do it anyways? Apparently.

After you had all grabbed your food you lead them toward your apartment. Besides you giving the few directions there were to your house the walk was mostly silent. Not necessarily the bad kind of silent but there was definitely a tension in the air. Once you guys reached your door you unlocked it and invited them in.

They both noticed a few things immediately, everything you had was in boxes which wouldn’t have been that abnormal considering how short of a time you’ve been here but there were bags by the door too which made it seem like you were packing and not unpacking. “I’m sorry I don’t have a table, you guys can’t sit on the couch and use the coffee table if you’d like.” You walked into the small living room and sat down on the velvet chair you had by the couch to create some distance between you and them.

They got settled and you all started taking out your food when you realized all your dishes were packed away “all my dishes are in boxes too, I’m sorry you guys have to eat out of the take out boxes” you said awkwardly trying to fill the silence. Neither of them had said anything since you came inside.

“Are you leaving town?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence after a few seconds.

“Oh.. uh.. y-yeah I’m going to leave in the morning..” you couldn’t look at them so you just stared at the rice in the box you were holding. Steve still hadn’t said anything to you at all and it was making you even more nervous.

“Didn’t you just move here a week ago? Why are you leaving already? I’m sorry if we freaked you out or something we will totally stay away from you, you don’t have to LEAVE town” Eddie gave you the most apologetic look and this is why you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t pretend that they freaked you out in the way he means, you can’t hurt their feelings.

“I mean.. I was freaked out, yes, but not in the way you mean..” you bit your lip anxiously as you looked into his eyes, you felt like crying. You’ve never opened up to anyone, no one ever seemed worth it, but you know you’re about to tell them everything.

Steve finally looked up from his food “In what way do you mean then honey?” Honey. He wasn’t angry, thankfully, he looked just as confused as Eddie did and it chipped away at your walls even more.

“Well… I-I’ve never been with the same person twice, ever. The one person I did love is the reason I am what I am so I’ve never let myself become attached to people in any way. I haven’t even had a true friend in a very very long time. But something about you two made me want to crawl back into your bed and fuck you all over again. But it’s not just that I thought about sticking around, about letting myself get to know you. I actually considered waking you up and going to breakfast with you, and that terrified me.”

It kind of all just came spilling out the minute you opened your mouth and when you were done you took a deep breath and looked up from your lap at them. They were both looking at you wide eyed, but you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Steve spoke first “Honey.. that sounds so lonely.. We want to know you too, we would be good to you, if you let us”

Eddie’s eyes were soft when he spoke “We really would baby, all that stuff you said about getting to know us and wanting to stick around we felt the same. When I woke up and knew you were gone my heart dropped, I even convinced myself you put a spell on us to rationalize why I wanted to be around you so bad”

“It’s not.. you guys don’t understand, yes I’m scared because of my past but it’s more complicated than that. I’m not like you.” You ran your fingers through your hair “I don’t age, if I stuck around I’d have to watch you guys grow old while I stayed the same.. If I let you get close to me I’ll have you for another 65 years tops and that’s not enough, not when I’ll be alone again forever after that.” Tears welled up in your eyes and you had to stop yourself from sobbing.

“I know you’re not supposed to ask a lady her age but, how old are you?” Eddie got up from the couch and crouched down in front of you, tilting his head so you were forced to look at him. You let out a small laugh “I don’t mind you asking, I’m one hundred and eleven.”

“Whoaa, we fucked a hot older lady babe” Steve stood up and shoved Eddie’s shoulder causing him to topple over “Dude! Not the time!!”

You started laughing, you couldn’t help it, they were just so cute. “I mean.. technically you did” you shrugged and gave Steve a little smile.

“Ugh! Don’t encourage him!” But he ended up laughing too, for the first time since you ran into them things seemed less tense. “So… you’re really leaving? There’s nothing we can say to change your mind?” Steve looked down at you with puppy dog eyes that were just as heart melting as Eddie’s and you felt another crack in your wall.

You bit your lip and looked between them for a moment “I just.. I don’t know, I’m really afraid of this” Eddie scooted closer to you and grabbed your hand “I know… we don’t really know you but from what I can tell you’ve spent your whole life running, alone. You don’t have to be alone you know? You can let people in” he squeezed your hand reassuringly. Steve put his hand on your thigh and you know it was meant to be comforting but his fingers were grazing the inside of your thigh dangerously close to the hem of your skirt and you immediately felt your insides get hotter your eyes flashed red and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together, trapping Steve’s hand.

You looked up at him with wide eyes “I’m sorry, shit. I can’t help it, you guys make me so horny and you’re both touching me and being all sweet and Eddie’s neck is covered in hickies I gave him earlier, it’s making me feel like I can’t even think straight.” His grip on your thigh tightened and he groaned “fuuuuck, we are trying to talk to you pretty girl”

“Dude fuck that, we can talk later” Eddie said before he pulled you forward out of the chair to straddle his lap. “Come here baby, let us make you feel better, yeah?”

All you could do is nod dumbly, you felt Steve’s hand grab your jaw so he could turn your head to look at him “use your words” his tone and the feeling of his hand on your jaw made you whimper.

“Please please make me feel good, I need it, I need both your cocks, I need your cum I need you to make me yours.” That was definitely way more than you meant to say but you were past the point of caring. You turned your head slightly so you could suck Steve’s thumb into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it causing him to groan.

“Fuuuuck you are so fucking sexy, like I told you before baby, we will give you whatever you want, all you have to do is ask” Eddie said in between kisses down your neck, you looped your arms around his neck “take me to my bed please”

Eddie tossed you down on your bed and him and Steve just stood above you taking you in, your hair was slightly messy, the straps of your tank top falling off your shoulders making it obvious you weren’t wearing a bra, and your short skirt was sitting just above your ass showing off a sliver of your red lace panties. “Jesus fucking Christ you are so god damn sexy” Eddie bit his lip and palmed himself through his jeans.

You chuckled at his choice of words but were abruptly cut off by Steve grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed before he kneeled on the ground in front of you, looking up at you from between your legs. He groaned at the wet spot in your panties before shoving his face in your clothed cunt and licking directly where your juices had seeped into the lace. “Holy fuuuuck Steve oh my god” your fingers automatically grab onto his hair and your legs go to close around his head but he holds them open with his strong hands.

“God damn baby, you taste so fucking good..” he rips your panties down your legs and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard. “Holy fuck Steve, oh my god”

Eddie takes off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his boxers before climbing next to you to pull your shirt over your head, he smirked to himself because he was right, no bra. He scoots so your head is in his lap, looking down at you “is Steve making you feel good princess?”

“Yeah fuck, he’s making me feel so good. I need m-more though, your fingers Stevie, use your fingers” he doesn’t respond verbally just circles his middle and pointer fingers around your entrance before pushing them inside you and curling them into your spongy wall with ease while he continues to suck on your clit. “Fuck, yeah that’s it, I’m gonna fucking cum”

Eddie grabs both your nipples and punches them, hard “you gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over Steve’s tongue?” You don’t have time to respond before your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you let out a loud moan while rubbing your pussy against Steve’s mouth. He keeps sucking your clit until you stop twitching underneath him.

“I can’t believe how fucking sweet you taste baby girl” Steve’s voice is dripping with lust when he says it before leaning over you to give Eddie taste of you on his tongue, and holy fucking shit was this an amazing view. Steve was leaning over you kissing Eddie with his hands on either side of your head, his shirt was riding up revealing the bottom of his waist, a line of hair going down into his jeans that was directly in your face, his rock hard cock brushing your tit slightly.

You couldn’t help it, you leaned forward and licked a stripe across his pants line and let out a moan at the taste of his skin. Your tits pushed further into his cock when you leaned up causing him to groan and stand up to look down at you.

“I want both of you, together. Please. I want you to fill me” you sat up and pushed your skirt down your hips before grabbing Steve by the shoulders and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed next to Eddie. “But first, I’m going to swallow both of these big beautiful cocks.” You ripped Steve’s pants and boxers down his legs, his cock springing free all red tipped and dripping precum. You couldn’t resist, you grabbed him at the base and leaned forward and took him all the way down your throat. Without looking you used your other hand to shove Eddie’s boxers down and grab his cock. Circling the head with your thumb a few times, spreading the prescum before starting to jerk him off. They both let out the most beautiful breathy moans and groans and you felt like you could cum just like this.

“Holy shit baby, let Eddie feel your mouth. Does your throat do that thing your pussy does? Because it fucking feels like it” you pull off his cock with a pop before smirking at him “Yeah, my throat does the thing” and before he responds you turn towards Eddie’s cock and take it down your throat like you did Steve’s.

“Oh my goddd fuuuckkinnng shit what the fuck” Eddie has to lean back on his hands and throw his head back because he knows if he looks at you right now he’s going to cum on the spot. You shove him all the way down your throat, your nose touching the soft curly hair at the base of his cock and flex your throat a few times. “FUCK!” He pulls you off by your hair abruptly “you gotta stop or I’m going to cum holy shit” he pulls you up to your feet before pulling you into his lap to straddle him “what was that about taking us both?” He asked while moving your hair off your shoulder and biting into your neck before leaving soothing kisses over the teeth marks.

“Yeah I want it so bad, I wanna feel your cocks rub up against each other while you stuff my pussy” you almost sounded shy when you said it, which was very out of character for you but that just seems to be a recurring theme with these two.

Steve leans over and kisses your check “have you ever.. done that before?” You HAVE to snort at that “Steve… honey, I’ve done things you can’t even imagine with my kind and your kind and different combinations of the two. But I’ve never been nervous before… I didn’t care if those people liked me or not, I care if you guys do.”

“Wait? YOUR kind? You’ve fucked other hot demon chicks like you?” Eddie said with wide eyes

“I mean.. yeah, and guys too, it’s like a whole other kind of high being with someone like me. But can we talk about this later? I’m so fucking horny right now I’m going to explode if you aren’t inside me soon”

Eddie grabbed your waist and hauled you backwards toward the headboard, leaning against it. You slid back and forth a few times, running his thick cock through your dripping slit. “Don’t be nervous baby, we already like you..” he leaned in and gave you a sweet passionate kiss that you weren’t expecting “shit. you are so fucking wet I can’t wait to be inside of you.” You pushed him down on his back before taking his cock in your hand and sliding down on it “Jesus Christ princess you are so fucking unreal, this fucking pussy, these fucking tits, this sexy fucking stomach tattoo” he smacked a hand down on your ass before grabbing both cheeks and moving you up and down on his cock faster “this beautiful. Fucking. Ass” your eyes roll in the back of your head “oh goddd Eddie, you feel so fucking good.”

You turned around to see Steve, now completely naked stroking himself to the imagine of you riding his boyfriend. Still looking back at him you lean forward and grab one of your ass cheeks opening yourself up so he can see Eddie going in and out of you “come on Steve, I want you too” it came out breathy and broken because Eddie was fucking into you hard and fast like a man possessed. Steve practically drooled at the sight of it, your pussy looked so creamy around Eddie’s cock and he couldn’t wait to feel how wet you were, feel his cock rubbing up against Eddie’s inside you.

He came up behind you and pushed you down further by the small of your back, swatting your hand away to replace it with his. He grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed it against your outer wall, coating his head in your juices. Eddie paused his thrusts so Steve could push himself in alongside him and holy fuck once he pushed the last few inches in you came immediately. Your walls pulsated around both of them causing them both to jerk forward and let out loud moans. “Holy shit. Did you just cum?” Eddie groaned “that’s so fucking hot, you’ve gotta stop squeezing like that though baby. Between that and the feeling of Steve’s cock next to mine I’m going to cum before I even get to move” Steve ignored Eddie, he didn’t care if he came right now he needed to fuck the shit out of you immediately. He started fucking into you at a brutal pace, you didn’t need time to adjust, your pussy stretching perfectly and snuggly around both of their hard cocks.

“Fuck yeah. You guys feel so fucking good, pretty fucking girl with her pretty fucking pussy letting us use her like this” Steve grabbed you by your throat and pulled your back against his chest, the new angle making it so when one of them wasn’t hitting your g-spot the other was. There was nothing in your head other than the way they felt inside you, the way Steve’s hand felt squeezing your throat, the bruising hold of Eddie’s ringed hands on your hips.

You felt drool start to drip down your chin and onto Eddie’s chest “Awww look at her Stevie, she’s all drooly and glassy eyed, our pretty little slut. All stuffed full and fucked out on our cocks. You just wanna be filled huh?”

You just let out a loud moan and started to nod, Eddie’s hand came down on your tit with a hard slap and he grabbed your jaw “what did we say about words? Good girls use their words” oh god you wanted to be a good girl for them so badly. “Yes, yes, I wanna be filled. I wanna be stuffed full. I want every part of me to be full of you.” You stick your tongue out and Eddie takes the hint, shoving two fingers in your mouth, you immediately start to suck and swirl your tongue around him. Steve lets go of your throat and pushes you down onto Eddie’s chest.

“You just wanna be filled all the way up huh honey? Every single part of you?” All you can do is whimper around Eddie’s fingers and hope that’s enough. Steve spreads your cheeks and lets spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, it drips down onto your pussy, coating all of you. He takes his thumb and rubs it around your hole and slips it in before he starts slamming into you again. You’re drooling and whimpering at the feeling of being utterly filled with them. You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, subconsciously rocking your hips back into them.

“Oh fuck, I think she’s going to cum I can feel her getting tighter. You gonna be our good little slut and cum for us?” Steve brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing your ass around to your clit and started rubbing fast circles on it and that was it, you came harder than you ever have in your entire life. Eddie took his fingers out of your mouth so they could hear all the beautiful sounds you were making and that’s what did it for him. He came hard, painting your walls while he fucked into you hard and fast and that’s what sent Steve over the edge, his cum joining Eddie’s inside you making you buzz with energy and causing another sudden orgasm to crash over you. Your pulsating pussy squeezing their sensitive cocks.

When your body relaxed Steve slowly pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed on his back. You let yourself collapse into Eddie and none of you said anything for a few minutes, just the sounds of you all trying to catch your breath filled the room. After you rolled off of him onto your side Eddie was the first to speak, naturally “Soooo… our seductive elegance, what’s the verdict? You gonna stay with us?” Bold. Straight to the point. With a joke added on to make it seem less eager. You could respect that. You didn’t really think before you spoke “Yeah, I think I might” Steve sat up and looked down at you “MIGHT!? MIGHT!? Not good enough!!” He started tickling you “oh my GOD Steve do NOT tickle me what the fuck!!”

“I won’t stop until you say you ARE staying not MIGHT”

“OKAY! OKAY! I’LL STAY!! I’M GONNA STAY!!”

Steve stopped tickling you and cradled your face, looking deep into your eyes that had returned to your natural color and gave you a deep kiss “You are so beautiful, I wanna know everything there is to know about you”

“I wanna know everything about you too Stevie..” you let out a dreamy sigh and leaned into his touch.

“Oh my GOD you guys are being so cute it’s disgusting” Eddie scoffed jokingly

“Awww you feel left out cutie? If you wanted attention too all you had to do was say so. ” You turn to Eddie and give him a passionate kiss as well, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him “I am still curious about your tattoo though”

“Oh! Yeah I did say I would tell you about it didn’t I?” You flipped over on your back so they could see it more clearly “it’s not a tattoo actually, it’s my succubus mark, we all have them and they’re all unique to the individual. Most are variations of bat wings and hearts like mine, but there’s a few rarities.”

Steve ran his hand over it “God you are so sexy”

He leaned down and placed a small kiss over it, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies.

Eddie joined him in leaving little kisses on your waist, up your chest, your neck, kissing all over your cheeks before each of them placed a kiss on your lips and then each others.

You giggled “You guys are something else… I wanna keep you.” You whispered the last part like it was a secret just between the three of you. They both smiled at that, wrapping their arms around you cocooning you between them. You’d never felt so warm and safe, so whole. You know doubt will seep in, you know you’ll fixate on their mortality, you know it’s going to be hard not to just turn and run from them. Maybe one day you’ll tell them you could make them like you and that you guys could feed off each other for eternity if that’s what they wanted… or maybe you’d just enjoy your two beautiful human boys for the course of their mortal lifetime. But you know one thing is for sure, whatever happens, feeling like this will make it worth every second.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic recs #eddie munson smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steddie x reader #steddie x succubus!reader

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dnphobe · 3 months

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Looking at how they've presented themselves over time is always interesting. I think the queer experience of slowly questioning societal and gender norms (and gender, in many cases) is something I recognize in them. Im also curious how Phil's journey is different because he was out to his close ones for a lot longer, and it feels like Dan has more fun shouting about being gay because of the trauma that he associated with the label. I loved seeing their support of queer identities even when they were publicly closeted. It's nice that, even if they weren't comfortable being out, they wanted everyone to know they were a safe space

i agree! the different ways they've presented themselves to us over the years is one of my favourite topics to talk about tbh!

dan's journey wrt to gender presentation and how he feels about gender (not gonna theorise on how he identifies bc what do i know, but to quote him he's fine with being viewed as a man but also not offended if people use pronouns/gendered terms outside of that to refer to him) is interesting because he's said he's always been "flamboyant" but tried to hide that in his youtube career for a long time, and he's gone from saying "i can't do it i'm just such a boy" about painting his nails to having them painted more often than not, but also in day in the life of manchester he said he sometimes wishes he was a girl when looking at 'women's clothing', so it's clearly something he's felt for a long time.

i don't think phil necessarily feels the same pull to be gender non-conforming, but it is also something he's struggled with doing (in one of the stereo shows, when talking about the maid dress he wore in VPMO 2, he said that while it was a cheap joke outfit, a few years ago he would not have felt comfortable wearing a dress at all) so that might be something he's still working toward being comfortable with, but at the same time he's never felt shame about telling us things like he likes using raspberry scented body wash or that he does skin care (while when phil mentioned doing skin care dan was clutched by toxic masculinity saying "don't do- i mean that's fine!"

agree with dan having more fun shouting about being gay because of the trauma and i'm so glad he's reached where he is now! phil...i think for a long time he thought he didn't NEED to shout about being gay, especially because like you said he was out to a few people for longer. but i think it's something he realised he DID want to do after coming out to us. as he said in his coming out one year later video he didn't realise how much of himself he was holding back from us by not being out and it feels like a weight off his shoulders now. i think they both love being gay and shouting about being gay and celebrating that with us and im so proud of phil too <3 i actually have a hot take which is i think if it wasn't for dan's coming out he might have never fully come out to us, not just in a "if dan never had he never would have" way, but in a "if he and dan never met he wouldn't have" way, because he IS a private person and didn't think he was missing out on anything.

i am always so glad they made sure we knew they were accepting of us even if they weren't ready to be out. ngl it got kind of rough in like 2012 for me when dan was so adamantly against people thinking he was gay my own internalised homophobia brain went "does he hate gay people?" but that's on me, not him, or more accurately on BOTH of our internalised homophobia situations lmao. but yeah they've always been so sweet about their queer and trans fans, and one thing i personally appreciate so much is how they will use they/them for any fan they don't know the gender of no matter what their name/appearance/voice would make other people assume their gender to be! i feel so safe with them, and im gonna add this bc im still sappy after this weekend, so safe with phannies too <3 i think phannies queer identities and dnp's queer identities have ALWAYS flowed into each other and both sides of the parasocial line have made the other side feel safe and grow into their identities and helped them accept and appreciate other people's identities.

#asks

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jawabear · 1 year

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Could you write gaz's first reaction to reader wearing lingerie for him? Would he like it?

Welcome Home

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: This is quite short and kind of jumps a lot. But i hope you like it! there's not much about fro Gaz so it's hard to get inspo but i love the idea you suggested! (i'll probably end up re-writing this plot at some point tbh). feel free to send in more requests fro the CoD boys.

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: AFAB!reader, pet names, fingering, bad description of lingerie, slight overstim

Summary: Kyle comes back home after being on active duty. He comes home to something new...

Kyle let out a heavy breath and laid his head on the steering wheel. Finally he was back home after three months away. He had been away for longer than that before but never whilst in a relationship. Which is why it felt so much longer. He had missed being in her arms. Feeling her skin under his fingers. Kissing her sweet lips. Hearing her whisper sweet nothing to him.

He felt a smile from on his lips. He wanted to get back up to his flat as soon as he could to see her again.

He grabbed his bag and got out of the car. His footsteps were uncharacteristically heavy and he dragged himself up three floors to his flat. Kyle fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. The waft of the smell of home relaxing him.

He was safe again.

“Babe? I’m home” he called into the flat. It seems darker than usual but there was a dim light coming from under the gap of the bedroom door.

He tilted his head and made his way to the bedroom, cautiously opening the door “babe? You here?” When the door opened he dropped both his bag and his jaw.

“Welcome back, soldier” laying on the bed was his lovely girlfriend. Dressed in a beautiful set of black lace lingerie. It left very little to the imagination but still covered enough to make him want to rip it off her with his teeth to see more of her.

He choked on air as he stared at her. Stared at the surroundings. The bed covers were new. A champagne coloured silk. Red rose petals scattered over the room. Candles littered around the room as well. That’s what the dim light was.

She bit her bottom lip and he noticed how she stiffened a little. “Is it…too much?”

“No baby” he said shaking his head at her “oh no baby. Fuck…sorry. I can’t take my eyes off you. Look at you babe. So fuckin’ sexy” he took a large step forwards and knelt on the bed. “Fuck. Fuck babe”

She giggled “you said that already.”

“I know but…” he let out a soft growl and grabbed her waist “you look so fucking hot”

He ran his fingers up her belly to the band of her bra. He loved the feeling of the lace under his skin. Loved the way she leaned into his touch. “Part of me wants to rip this off you. But the other part wants to fuck you in it. Wants to cover this pretty set in my come”

She smiled to him and leaned back a little. She spread her legs and showed him he could do the latter perfectly. There was a slit on the panties. Giving him perfect access to her pretty pussy. Didn’t even need to touch the set.

“Fuck yes” he groaned. He stood and threw off his clothes. Stripping himself down to his birthday suit and climbed on top of her. “Best welcome home gift I could ever ask for”

“Want to make it special” she gasped when he hit her neck. He ran his tongue over the mark and continued this pattern of biting and licking down to her covered breasts. “Kyle..” she felt his fingers sliding between her legs and stroking at her pussy lips. “Hmm Kyle~”

“Missed this babe” he muttered against her. He licked over the bra where her nipple was. She moaned and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Missed your fucking perfect body. Missed stroking this little pussy. Always so wet for me” he slipped his fingers inside. She flung her head back and sunk her nails into his skin. “So fucking hot. So eager to swallow my fingers. Such a desperate slut”

“Be waiting for so long!” She moaned as she bucked her hips, riding his fingers as he played with her nipples through her bra.

“Me too. Been needing this body for ages. Been needing to taste you. Feel you. Fuck you”

“Please!” She screamed “please Kyle! Want you to fuck me! Oh god!”

He pumped his fingers in and out of her at a toe curling pace. She didn’t bother to hold back her moans know he would only tell her to make all the noise she wanted. Especially as he had been gone for so long. He needed to hear her.

“I’m making you come on my fingers first” he told her. It was a fact. He was going to make her come on his fingers. Always did. She always had to come once before he fucked her. Her pleasure meant everything to him.

Her moans got louder and higher in her throat. Her mouth hanging open as she rode his hand trying to get there quicker. She was desperate for his cock inside her. Her wall clenching around his fingers. “That’s it baby, that’s it. Your close. Come for me. Come for me and let me fuck your little pussy”

“Yes Kyle! Yes yes yes!” She chanted his name over and over again as the waves of pleasure crashed into her and made her body shake. Her mind was so numb with pleasure that she almost didn’t register when he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

“Fuck yes!” He groaned. He slid his hands up though the band of her panties and grabbed her hips. He wanted to fabric to dig into his hands as he fucked her. “So tight baby. Fuck how did I go so long without fucking you”

She could only squeak and squirm in response. Her body still shaking from her orgasm. The overstimulation becoming apparent. Kyle loved it. The feeling of her pussy fluttering around him. Squeezing down on his cock. He clenched his teeth together and pounded harder into her. He needed this. Not just to fuck her again, but to fuck out his frustration. Fuck away the memories of the past three months. He just needed to forget for a while.

Her body trembled more. Another orgasm drawing near. He needed to feel her come around his cock. He moved one hand and began rubbing at her clit through the panties. The slit only opening for her little hole. But the added friction of the fabric only made her scream and writhe all the more. “Kyle! Kyle! Gonna come again!”

“Do it!” He growled “fucking come for me baby. Come on my cock. Need to feel it”

Her legs tightened around his waist as she tried to stop his hand from rubbing her clit as she came. Too overstimulated to move her hand to grab him. “Oh fuck!” She yelled. Her back arching off the bed and her wall tightening extensively around his cock.

“That’s it. Just like that. Gonna make me come. Come all over this pretty lingerie”

“P-Please” she stuttered our. Her legs fell back to the bed. She felt weak but full of pleasure. Her head spinning as his cock twitched inside her.

“Gonna come. Gonna come” he repeated over and over. His thrusts getting sloppy. He pulled out and almost yelled out her name as he spilled himself into her chest. Coating the little lace bra in his come. He tugged at his cock until he was spent and fell back onto his knees. “Oh fuck baby. Fucking hell”

“Fuck is clearly your favourite word tonight” she panted but managed a giggle.

“It’s appropriate” he said. “God babe. You’re so good” he crawled over her and kissed her open mouth, catching her little whimpers she let out. “Such a good girl” she laughed a little more at this.

“I take it you like the lingerie then?”

“You know I do. And this is not the only appearance I expect it to make”

“Anything for you soldier”

27/1/23

#kyle 'gaz' garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle 'gaz' garrick smut #gaz garrick #gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick smut #modern warfare 2 #smut #fluff #fanfic

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skz-sage · 1 year

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sage’s relationships with stray kids.

a/n: leave requests in my box! I need to be posting more lol (idk if it’s open tbh)

bang chan

big brother and little sister type of relationship. she would go to chris for advice and whatnot and he would look out for her. she’s present in a lot of his lives. she’ll just be in the background chilling on her phone while he talks to stay. she’ll but in to make fun of him. she’ll call him before she goes to the convenience store to ask him if he wants anything. she’ll get him something even though he says no. chris will sometimes watch her play the drums. he really likes to listen to her play. they’re probably the least that bicker.

minho

they flirt SO MUCH. like you’ll almost suspect they’re hiding something (they probably are). they have so much love for each other. they’ll rant about each other on bubble too. like she’ll say “Lee know is so annoying today 😅” and he’ll say “Did everyone see Sage today? She’s gorgeous 🥰”. It looks like one-sided love but she’ll reassure him she loves him back.

changbin

the cute little athletic pair. every time changbin goes to the gym, sage tags along. if he needed to be spotted, she’ll spot him. she’ll give him a platonic kiss on the cheek as a good job. ofc they’ll go on a little food date after. if sage had a nightmare, the first room she’d go to is changbins (plan b is minho 🤭). cuddling til she feels better than leaves. because she thinks his room smells like dirty socks too much, it gives her a headache.

hyunjin

her relationship with hyunjin is a teeny like minho and hers. they’re extremely affectionate and lovey dovey. he sometimes even pays to get her nails done. they’ll get coffee and paint together or just go for a walk together. (they def have matching pfps on bubble). no I don’t think you get it, they’re so cute and kind to each other. he’s present in the background of a lot of the covers she posts. you KNOW they have a lot of tiktok drafts :). the reason they’re so attached is because they’ve known each other since they were kids. they kinda trained and joined jype together. they’ve grown to have a soft spot for one another.

jisung

she’s loud and obnoxious with him, she don’t care!!! she’s usually laid back and quiet but she’ll pick times to be annoying with him. she helps him write some songs with him if he needs the help. she’ll record some demos for him if he needs it too! they’ll have freestyle rap battles 💀. you’ll sometimes hear them laughing so fucking hard at 4am at the stupidest shit. she’ll show him how play the drums when they’re bored. she smack him playfully when he gets something wrong (secretly thinks it’s cute). they obviously bicker the most.

felix

your average little sweethearts. lix does her the justice and just talks to her in english most of the time. even after ALLLLL these years, sage’s korean is still bad. in one of the vlogs she has uploaded, it shows her and yongbok baking of course. they do that a lot together while blaring music they enjoy. she’ll drag him to go play soccer with her. she’ll giggle at lix a little when he misses the ball. they go on a lot of coffee dates. just to catch up and hang out, they miss having each others company. even though if they’re apart for a day or however long, they always miss each other.

seungmin

LITTLE BESTIES!!! THEY’RE SO FREAKIN’ CUTE!!! she often babies him. she doesn’t care if she’s younger, she’ll baby him to the max. she admires him and can just share at his beauty. he can do the same, there’s footage of him just straight on staring at her with a smile while she’s explaining something. she loves listening to chill music with him while they’re relaxing. that’s how she would spend her off days. with seungmin.

jeongin

little siblings!!! being the youngest two in the group, they hang out a lot. they totally binge tiktok together, getting so happy and giggly if they ever come across a stays tiktok. they kinda have a little boys in middle school type of friendship. always hanging out together and having a good time. she spills drama to him even if he doesn’t care, she has to tell someone! and that someone is yang jeongin!! they’ll do daily fit checks together on instagram. they’re a stylish and funny duo.

#🐨🫧#stray kids 9th member #stray kids reactions #skz 9th member #stray kids female addition #stray kids female oc #stray kids extra member #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #skz addition #skz oc #stray kids oc #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop female oc

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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hi hi my loveliest, my sweetness!! we are celebrating YOU and 2k!!! But the hedonistic bitch that I am, I can’t help to be self indulgent.

and since I’ve never been all that great with moderation, I’m gonna go ahead and order a margarita on the rocks with either frankie, matty, or actually even billy (this is your fault btw) and the following lyrics from banks’ fuck em only we know:

Did I say

You're all that matters to me anyway

I'd give up everything to see your face

So come on, let's pretend

That no one else is watching while we play

By your side

That's where I have to be now we won't hide

I breath your kisses just to stay alive

I see exactly what you think

And I can feel you with my eyes

and then, because in actuality it’s my fave drink, could I also get a martini🍸?

obviously, you don’t have to do either, you can do both, neither, just happy to be celebrating you tbh!!! cheers to you lovely 🍾 xxx

MY SWEET ANGEL BABY D!!!!

I just love ya so much. I can't even tell you the meaning of the word moderation, so don't worry about it. this bar is a safe space. 🍸

so, i'm going to be extremely evil and not tell you who's waiting for you at the end of the bar with your margarita on the rocks. you're just gonna have to go down there and figure it out for yourself. (no peeking in the tags!!!)😈

cheers my love!! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

only we know

let's pretend that no one else is watching while we play

Billy was explaining to everyone at your table all about his latest training program that Anvil was developing, but you couldn’t focus on a single fucking thing he was saying, because his hand hand slipped beneath your dress under the table, and his index finger was lazily rubbing at your clit through the thin, soaked panties you wore.

You should’ve known better than to listen when Billy suggested you wear the dress with the slit up the thigh. In your panic about looking presentable at such a fancy party, you had missed the starvation in his voice when he suggested the midnight blue dress, stating that it was the most elegant dress in your closet and that it complemented your skin tone perfectly. The satin material also made it damn near impossible impossible to wear normal panties at all, so you’d settled on a seamless thong that would appear invisible beneath the dress.

Billy Russo had set a trap, and you walked right fucking into it.

Brazenly slipping the flimsy material to the side, his index finger slowly swirled around your entrance before sinking the long digit into the warmth of your velvet walls, and you covered up a moan with a gulp of champagne. You had your thighs clamped so tightly around his wrist to prevent his movements, but Billy was stronger than you, and more tenacious. He never backed down when he wanted something, and right now he wanted you.

He wasn’t even looking at you. Billy’s face was completely neutral as he spoke, fully engaged in the conversation taking place around you while toying with your clit and fucking you with his finger at a menacingly languid pace. You weren’t as good of an actor. Your cheeks were no doubt flushed scarlet from a wanton mixture of desire and mortification at what you were letting him do to you in such a public setting. Billy always pushed your boundaries. You knew he would stop if you asked him to. He never pushed you further than what he thought you could handle, and if you drew a line before he did, he wouldn’t cross it.

Wrapping your hand firmly around Billy’s wrist, you dug your nails deeply into his skin, and he retaliated by pressing his thumb roughly against your clit. You sank your teeth so deep into your bottom lip, it was a miracle you didn’t break the skin.

“Billy…”

He finally turned his attention to you when you whispered his name, and while his features still remained fixated in an expression of nonchalance, you could see the golden twinkle of mischief that shone in his deep brown eyes. He was enjoying this.

“You alright, doll?”

Billy tilted his head to the side slightly in faux concern, and the edge of his mouth tugged to the right just the tiniest bit in a crooked smirk. You tightened your jaw and tried to breathe normally through your nose, pleading silently with your eyes as his finger curled upwards to massage against that spot inside of you.

“Please.”

Billy leaned in slowly, hiding his face into your neck as his lips brushed against your ear. To anyone looking, it would’ve looked like a sweet gesture; a simple display of affection. But Billy’s words were anything but simple or sweet.

“You gonna come in front of all these people, baby?”

“Billy-”

“Want me to stop?”

Billy didn’t stop his movements, but he did slow them down, and pulled back just the slightest to study your face. Letting out a quiet whimper, you shook your head subtly, and Billy’s mouth split open into a proud grin.

“That’s my girl. Lay your head on my shoulder, stay quiet, and come on my fingers. You do that for me, I’ll give you anythin’ you want tonight, doll.”

Billy’s words rang in your ears, and you knew exactly what you wanted for your prize. Following his instructions, you rested your head on his shoulder and hid your face into his neck, wrapping your arm tightly around his middle as you gripped onto his waist inside of his jacket. The bass of Billy’s voice enveloped you as he continued to speak, speeding up the pace of his fingers as you squeezed your eyes tightly and prepared for the fireworks in the pit of your stomach to erupt.

#court's 2k follower celebration #court's 2k friends celebration #billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x fem!reader #billy russo x f!reader #billy russo blurb #billy russo request #billy russo smut

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toaster-trash · 13 days

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Silly rant about how much I hate the school system but it’s long and angry so

School is so fucking insufferable, you’ll try talk to a teacher getting paid to teach you for two seconds and to complain about the workload and explain your other subjects and they’ll patronise you to death treating you like an overwhelmed 5 year old. I shit you not, I genuinely just asked to talk to two of my teachers for five fucking minutes to ask about them cutting back a bit on mandatory revision so I could do it during study leave to make time for more important subjects, and explained as factually and concisely as possible, and got told to “calm down and breathe” like 500 times while I was fucking talking. One of them I shit you not tried to get me to do fucking breathing exercises with her and repeat back what I was going to do, what in the actual fuck, I was genuinely getting so pissed off and I’m still mad about it lmao, all I need is a “ok 👍 I trust you, I’ll cut back on the mandatory revision homework for you and you focus on your other subject that’re pressing right now”, not to get treated like a first year in special ed.

Teachers have always been like this fr and it’s genuinely been getting to me for fucking years. You’ll go to them about anything trying to have a really really normal conversation and they’ll treat you like you’re completely fucking inept. Throwback to the time my vice principal told me off for “talking back to her” by telling her that a girl getting sexually harassed being her fault made no sense, to the time she found out I was suicidal and fucking schizing (recently actually) and went “are we not having such a good day today? :(“ and also asked if harming myself made me feel good and then went “no, I didn’t think so :(“. Oh and for good measure, throwback to the time the girls in my year were told they couldn’t wear leggings in PE bc it “distracts the male staff” and the time they called all the girls (or afab people lmfao) into the hall to tell us we were “asking for it” bc of rolling up skirts and makeup and made everyone who had them take off makeup/nails and roll down skirts one by one. And that shits just commonplace in schools fr it fucking makes me want to kill myself tbh although I vastly prefer directly insulting a full room of 14 year olds calling them whores to treating mentally ill or VAGUELY stressed people like actual fucking children. Call me a schizo freak and get it over with fr. Genuinely fucking thought this shit would end by sixth form, apparently not! Yeah everyone else in the school looks at me like an adult, and you lot keep saying we’re “young adults” now, and oh yeah sure I can legally get married, have a job, generally am above the age of consent, I’m learning to drive, but oh no! Still have to get not just treated like a kid, but baby-ed. At this point I don’t even feel patronised, I feel fucking insulted.

A different time one of those teachers asked me if I was going out with my female friend while I was trying to express concern for them because they’d pretty much gone missing (it’s complicated), and when I said no they then asked me if I wanted to, which I’ve never fucking gotten over bc why the fuck would you ask me that, but that’s by the by

Can’t wait to leave the school system behind forever fr.

#vent #I guess man #school

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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baby don't play | 50s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: the colonel sets up a "win a date with elvis presley!" competition behind elvis's back and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI!! unprotected sex, handjobs(m.receiving), spit, sub!elvis, dom!reader, overuse of "ma'am" tbh, jealous reader, more poorly written smut, probably missing tags.

note: inspired by the story told in junes book about said competition. idk how i feel about this one if im being real. but send in writing requests pls i beg !! i wanna write more!! smut or not idc. anyway, may contain inaccuracies or mistakes. i hate reading over my own work. enjoy. sorry for posting so often i cant stop help

>MASTERLIST<

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

elvis paced back and forth in the kitchen, nervously biting at his nails. he glanced over at your presence at the dining table, looking at you read a magazine while having your morning coffee.

he had just gotten off the phone with the colonel and had the worst conversation he could have with the man. you both had an argument about the girls that were always all over him not too long ago. so what was going to be your reaction when he’d have to tell you ‘hey! the colonel just set me up with some complete random woman because of some stupid contest he put on behind my back!’? he was nervous, a little too nervous.

“baby….i gotta…i gotta tell you somethin’” he exhaled and took a seat next to you. “y-you know i love ya right? you know i been real good to you.” he took your hands. you looked at him, brows furrowed. he was almost shaking.

“what's going on?” you asked. he sighed, looking you in the eyes. “so the colonel…” you removed your hands from under his, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “i know baby, i know. just hear me out.”

elvis explained that a competition was set up without his permission, something about going to his show that night following a date afterwards if chosen. it was clear to you that elvis didn't want to do it, he hated the idea of it. but he couldn't say no to his manager, especially when he already hates the idea of him dating you. “i know we just had that conversation the other day, i don't wanna go through it with but i have to.” he said, sadly. “but listen, ‘m gonna be thinkin’ about you the whole time, i promise. you're the only one for me and you know that.” you got up from the table, standing behind elvis and kissing the top of his head. “i trust you. i’m not happy about it, but i trust you.”

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it was night before elvis left to the venue for his show that night, you had a plan all set up. you were going to tell him you weren't going to the show except you were going, you would sneak your way in without him seeing you. you wanted to see what this date of his looked like, how he'd act around her and how he'd touch her.

you watched as he finished doing his eyeliner in the mirror. it was cute seeing how focused he was while doing his own makeup or even when he was doing yours. “what if she's ugly?” he asked, out of nowhere. “i hope she is.” you muttered. he placed the eyeliner pencil down, turning to look at you. “why aren't you dressed? we have to go soon.” you scooted back on the bed, shrugging. “i think i’m gonna skip out on this one.” the look on his face, good lord. you could have taken him right then and there, but you were going to be patient.

elvis glared at you. “what do you mean you're skippin’ out? the night i want you there the most?” he snapped. there was a knock at the door then a shout of his name, he turned his head to the hallway “be there in a minute!” he shouted before turning his head back to you.

“you don't trust me, don't you? is that it?”

“have a good night, elvis.” you pulled the covers over yourself, pretending to go to sleep. you could hear a huff, a slam of the bedroom door and angry footsteps as he left. you quickly jumped up, leaving the room to watch the car pull out of the driveway. glancing at the clock, you had a short amount of time to get ready but you were going to make it happen.

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

you were off to the side somewhere, hidden amongst the other girls there in the crowd. there was a big crowd tonight, cameras were everywhere. but in the corner, you could see the press interviewing a girl. she was dolled up, pretty with a nice figure. yep, that was definitely her. you were worried now, your insecurities were getting the best of you. this was a bad idea, you shouldn't be here.

elvis stepped on stage before you could make it out, you made sure to stay out of sight for the whole show. you couldn't tell if you were too focused on her or elvis, but you could tell she was enjoying herself. instead of watching your boyfriend have a good time on stage, you just watched her the entire time. elvis would be furious if he knew what you were doing, but you were afraid he'd fall in love with her.

what if he didn't come home? what if he decided you weren't enough for him?

when the show ended, you had to hold back from talking to her and showing her who he belongs to. the last thing you wanted to do was cause elvis more trouble. you watched as the press continued to speak with her, elvis barging in slowly after. he shook her hand, smiling and speaking to her. if only you could read lips from that far. after being interviewed for awhile, it was just the two of them. you were still there, hiding and watching how he was interacting with her.

he was always smiling or laughing, even touching her a few times. you couldn't believe he was having a good time, he should look miserable! the sight made you disgusted and filled with rage. it was almost too much for you. he kissed her on the cheek and took her under his arm, wandering to the back. you gasped, “oh, that bastard!” you made your way out the venue and back to your car, angrily driving home and planning what you'd be doing to elvis later.

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ

when you arrived home, you poured yourself a drink and took a seat on the couch, bringing the whole bottle with you just for the hell of it. you didn't bother changing. you were going to sit there, look pretty and wait for elvis to return home. that is, if he does come home.

you had a few drinks and gone through half of your magazine when elvis returned home. he let out a deep sigh as he walked in, throwing his jacket off to the side. he looked at you, all his frustrations from being on a date with another women were gone. you sat there, legs crossed, magazine in lap with a drink in hand. you still hadn’t taken off the black dress you had worn to his show tonight, of course he didn't know you were there. he’ll find out soon enough.

his eyes widened, mouth agape and starring you down. “why are you all dressed up?”

you looked up at him, setting your glass and the magazine down on the table, bending slightly for him to take a peek at your cleavage. “i saw you tonight.” you leaned back. “with her. you looked very happy with her.”

“baby, listen-”

“did you think she was pretty? did you think she was nicer than me? did you consider going home with her and not to the person you're supposed to be dating?” elvis was still in shock. he wanted to respond, but no words were coming out of his mouth.

“oh, now you can't speak? i saw you kiss her. did you fuck her too? i bet you wanted to fuck her so bad, i bet you thought she was better than me.” you growled. “y/n…” he started walking towards you but you stopped him, putting a hand up. “strip.” you commanded.

he looked at you puzzled. “huh?” you rolled your eyes. “did she turn you stupid too? you heard me, i said strip.”

elvis shakily unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side. then his socks and shoes before glancing at you when he touched the waistline of his pants. “take them off. everything. i want it all off, let me see how hard you are.” he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down along with his underwear, allowing his hard erection to spring free. an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment rushed over him, going red all over. you looked at him up and down, giving him a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers. you pushed the coffee table out of the way, allowing him to properly stand in front of you.

you hummed, taking his cock in your hand and giving it one pump before removing your hand from him.

“is this for me? or is this for her? did she make you this hard?” he shook his head in response. “use your words.”

“no.” he mumbled.

“i can’t hear you.”

“no ma'am. it's for you.”

you put your hand up to him. “spit.” he spit in your hand as you held his cock in your other hand, using his spit to glide up and down easily. elvis threw his head back in pleasure, loving how your hand feels on him but also wanting more.

“did you take her to dinner?” you asked, swiping the precum at the tip and swirling it around. “yes ma'am.” he grunted. “did you enjoy it?” you quickened the pace. “no ma'am.” “why not?” although you didn't say anything, he knew better not to touch you. but as he got closer he wanted to hold onto you so badly. he put his hands behind his back, balling his fists tightly. “because she wasn't you.” he moaned, cock twitching and releasing onto your hand and onto your dress.

it wasn't enough for him, he still wanted more and you needed him badly. you weren't finished with him. you licked the cum off your fingers. “when you kissed her, did you think of me?” you began pulling the sleeves of your dress down, awaiting his answer before letting your braless chest spring free. “yes ma'am. only you.” you smiled at him, pulling your dress down further.

he wanted to touch you, you could see it in his eyes. he licked his lips, biting down softly as you continued to slowly take off your dress.

“now….” you pulled your dress down to your waist, just barely under your hips. “did you tell her about me?” elvis nodded quickly, the curl on his forehead bouncing along. you started pulling the dress back up, waiting for him to verbally reply to your question. “yes! yes ma'am! yes!” grinning at him, you pulled your dress back down and tossed it off to the side.

elvis looked you up and down, his cock still painfully hard despite his release earlier.

“you didn't fuck her, right?” you asked, sincerely.

“no baby, i only wanted you.”

you spread your legs, running a finger down your wet folds and sticking it out. he bent down to suck on it, wrapping his tongue around it and tasting your sweet juices. “such a good boy.” you cooed. he whined as you removed your finger from his mouth. “i want you to fuck me, but don't cum until i say you can. got it?” he hovered over you, placing his soft, swollen lips all over your neck. “yes ma'am.” he kissed your neck once more, nipping at the skin and marking his territory.

he took his cock in his hand, the tip teasing over your wet slit. he used the other hand to grip beside you on the couch as he inserted himself inside you. you felt so full, like you were made for him. “you can move now, baby.”

elvis moved your legs up to his waist, gripping onto them tightly as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “faster, go faster.” you moaned. “yes ma'am.” he quickened his pace, the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the room. “my polite boy, so good to me.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “fuck, i love you so much.” you whispered. he pounded into you harder and faster, cock hitting your g-spot every time.

“fuck! keep going, keep going!” you moaned. elvis gripped onto you tighter. “‘m close. ‘m not gonna last.” he gasped.

“are you still thinking about me? huh? who are you gonna think of when you cum? who do you belong to?” your nails dug into his back, scratching at him slightly as elvis continued his quick pace.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned. he could feel you clench around him as you got closer and closer. he couldn't back. he was almost seeing stars. was it always possible to feel this good? the sex between you both was always incredible, but nothing like this. maybe he needed to make you jealous more often, he could fuck you like this for the rest of his life.

“answer me, elvis! you want to cum? answer the question. who do you belong to?” he pushed deeper into you, letting out a loud moan. “you! only you!” he wailed. “fuck!” your hips thrusted up to his as he came inside of you, you squeezing your legs around him as you released shortly after. he panted above you, carefully putting your legs back down on the floor as he collapsed next to you on the couch.

“good lord.” he said breathlessly. “need to catch my damn breath…”

you giggled beside him and placed your head on his shoulder. “you know i only love you. she was gettin’ mad cause i wouldn’t shut up about ya.” he placed an arm around you.

“i just don't wanna lose you. you're too special to me.” you murmured. he placed a kiss on your forehead and held you closer. “you ain't ever gonna lose me. i promise.”

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #elvis smut #sub!elvis #aus!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #sorry for posting 2 sub elvis fics in a row my brain is crazy #also feel free to send me sub!elvis requests i will happily write them #esp sfw sub!elvis like i just wanna care of him ok!!

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sheriiam · 7 months

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If You Will Have Me.

Pair: Ranveer Kashyap & Raghav Patil. Raghveer.

Word count: 4.7k words.

Fandom: Dancing on your Heartstrings. DOYH.

Setting: [right after chapter 15] Alternate universe where Raghav did not get into a fight with Ayush. (Tbh this ain't required you can put this in any timeline).

Dedicated to: my one and only tumblr best friend @a-really-hot-caterpillar

Raghav's pov

Raghav was waiting impatiently, tapping on the table with his nails. He had placed an order for chai 10 minutes back, and had called Ranveer 5 minutes before that.

No visible sign of either of the two.

He sighed and checked his phone and shot some quick texts to Ranveer. Ab aa bhi ja saale.

His heart thrummed at the idea of seeing Ranveer, of meeting the other at someplace outside the routine of their homes and dance studio. And for Raghav this was probably the worst place of all: a coffee shop. It was Ranveer who has recommended coming here. Mai jahan hoon uske kaafi paas hai, bas paanch minute mei I'll be there with you, he had said. Now Raghav was here, waiting since almost twenty minutes, waiting ki kab janab ke paanch minute khatam honge.

Well, at least his chai was here. He brought the newly brought steaming and took a sip. Ugh. Nothing like his mother's chai. Or Ranveer's mother's. Ranveer said it was the magic of mulethi. Nonsense. It was pure magic, regardless of the mulethi. As he drank his not-so-amazing-as-the-one-you-would-die-for chai, he wondered what Ranveer was doing in this area.

Raghav looked outside the cafe window. He could hear the annoying repetition of horns, and snippets of a blaring loud conversation between two men right outside. It was simple, loud, annoying yet very much full of life and vigor― so much like Ranveer.

Which brought him back to the question, what was Ranveer doing here?

Perhaps he came here to take college notes from a friend? Surely, they had missed a lot of classes owing to their dance practice. Or maybe he had to run an urgent errand? What could it be? Or― oh. Meet his... girlfriend? Um, of course he could, Ranveer was straight after all.

Raghav sighed and shook his leg. Shaant ho ja yaar. His feelings for Ranveer were definitely getting out of hand. "Kahan reh gaya ye―"

And cut. Words dried on Raghav's tongue tip as he heard the door to the cafe open and half-hopefully looked behind to see who had entered. He had done this thrice already, and everytime his eyes welcomed a stranger, but this boy in front of him... gods could he ever become a stranger to him? Even in the busiest of crowds with hundreds of people between them, Raghav felt certain he could find Ranveer if he had to.

He stared with wide eyes at Ranveer, who did not look how Raghav was used to seeing him. He was wearing a long, cream kurta and lousy flip flops, with a backpack slung on this shoulder which was― ye cham cham ki awaz kidhar se aa rahi hai? It took Raghav a second to realize Ranveer was probably carrying ghunghroo in his bag.

Okay so yes. Ghunghroo― and oh gods. As Ranveer came close and spotted Raghav, his eyes lit with cheerful recognition and he dashed to the table. That is when Raghav noticed the slightest hint of makeup on his face. Too subtle to notice, but too dangerous, fatally enticing, at the nearness they were sharing.

"Sorry," Ranveer said while taking deep breaths, "guruji se milke waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta."

Raghav looked at him breathlessly. Yes he had heard abour Ranveer's guruji― but the latter had said those days were left behind long back. Had he started taking lessons again? The thought of getting to see Ranveer with that tinge of makeup and alta― Oh. Alta.

Meanwhile Ranveer snapped his fingers to get him out of trance. And with a flinch, the sugar sachet kept next to him fell down. "I- I'll get it!" he stammered and bent down. Down there he smiled at himself for being such an idiot. Not because he dropped something, but because he did it intentionally. He picked up the sachet and gave a quick glance towards Ranveer's flip-flopped feet― and yes, they were lined in alta like his mother applied it during any festivity or fast.

"Did you fall asleep down there?" Ranveer asked from above. Raghav panicked, and in a hurry to get up hit his head with the corner of the table.

"Ouch ouch ouch!" he sat back and rubbed his head with his palm, his hair becoming a mess in the process.

"Let me see," Ranveer said with some seriousness and reached out from over the table and pressed with his fingers where he thought the injury was. Raghav winced but he let Ranveer's fingers linger in his hair locks. He turned red when he almost held Ranveer in place by the hand when the latter took his hand back. Almost. "Dhyaan rakhna chahiye na," he said, and oh his voice sounded so soft and concerned.

"Why are you dressed like... this?" Raghav asked, changing the topic. He couldn't handle so much in one go.

Ranveer laughed. "He wanted to meet me, I mean obviously. I don't remember a time when guruji wasn't fond of me," he said and smiled absentmindedly, looking at the table, "he runs a kala kendra nearby. Wahin bulaye the― bole senior ho, bacchon ko thora inspire bhi kar dena. To bas―" he gestured at himself― "that's why I look how I look. Man it's been a while when I had so many eyes fixed on me. It's weird, in a good way."

So when I have my eyes fixed on you, is that weird in a good way too? "Acha acha, isliye janab ko time lag gaya." And then Ranveer winked at him. He had the audacity to wink at him. Raghav wanted to wipe that cocky smile from his face, smudge his makeup a little― but Ranveer being the god-damn-divinity he was would still end up looking good.

Divine from head to toe.

Before Raghav had gathered enough wits to retaliate, Ranveer spoke up, and he said in the softest, most enchanting voices he had ever heard, "Kya dekh raha hai?"

Raghav's eyes widened. Oh shit. He was probably staring at him for long. He opened his mouth to justify himself, perhaps to even sarcastically flirt with him, when his world went black.

"Huh? Uh," he blabbered, feeling the hands covering his eyes. They were cold, and Raghav thought he felt a ring on one of the fingers. And he probably heard Ranveer call his name with some surprise in his voice, but that was just his imagination. Suddenly the person behind him shifted and the hands on his eyes slipped away. He looked around, blinking hard, and saw what sent his heart racing with absolute fear.

Oh no no no―

"Hi, Raghav," the girl in front of him said and gave him a hug tight enough that he could launch his internal organs from his mouth.

"H-hi Bhanu. Ouch." He pushed the girl to a little distance, and smiled at her. He then turned his head to look at Ranveer, who was visibly controlling his laughter at Raghav's comically fearful expression. "Um, Ranveer, this is Bhanu, mamaji ki beti."

The presence of another person got her attention and she left Raghav to finally breathe. "Yes, we're cousins―" she turned her head to look at this other boy. A moment passed and she hadn't spoken again. Very unlike her, Raghav thought and titled sideways to look at her. Uh-oh. Bhanu was looking at Ranveer, but the look betrayed mere acknowledgement. It was a moment too late that Raghav understood what was going on in his cousin's mind.

"Hi, I'm Bhanu," she said and offered her hand.

Ranveer gently took it. "Ranveer," he said, "nice to meet you."

She looked at him with sugary sweetness. "You boys don't mind if I join you?" Ranveer protested that there was no objection of such sorts and pulled the third chair of their table for her. Raghav mentally winced― Ranveer was sometimes awfully polite to strangers, to people he would probably never meet again. It made a remarkable impression, indeed, but this isn't what Raghav needed right now. He could already see a circle of cupid arrows and hearts rotating around his cousin's head.

He didn't have anything against Bhanu, but it was safe to say she wasn't his favourite cousin at all. She was an only child like him, but much much more spoiled. Always liked to have her way― clung awfully tight to whomever she liked. Sometimes he thought of her, and compared himself with her. How different was she, after all? He too, was used to having his way on many instances. He too, was clinging onto Ranveer and was adamant on not letting go. He looked at the two giggling a little, and he realized the present most important difference between them: Ranveer could never like Raghav. Bhanu, he could.

"So," Bhanu said and Raghav's world shifted to reality, "Raghav baat karta hai mere baare mei?"

Now, one must know that there's just one way to answer this question. So Raghav looked at Ranveer with slightly pleading eyes, and Ranveer gave him an almost invisible nod of the head.

He smiled charmingly. "Obviously he does― who could not talk about you?"

Okay this is a little overkill. But Bhanu blushed. She blushed, great. "Really? What does he say?"

Raghav blinked hard. If he ever had to speak about Bhanu, what would he say? That she repeated 6th standard? That she occasionally stubbed her toe due to the crooked alignment of her refrigerator? That she drooled when she slept? Oh no. This was bad.

Ranveer looked at him for a second before answering. "Well, all good things, of course. Like- like tum gaati kaafi acha ho."

Okay, Raghav needed Doraemon and his bamboo-copter. He looked timidly at Bhanu from the brim of his chai mug that he had lifted up to his face. The girl was looking at the two of them with absolute confusion etched on her face. "I... Mai gana nahi gaati, Ranveer."

Ranveer looked almost alarmed when he turned to Raghav, and the latter just nodded for confirmation. He had never really heard Bhanu sing, except for the one time he was passing by from near the bathroom at his uncle's place and his ears had caught her jamming to some Bollywood song in the shower.

But Ranveer just smiled at them. A smile that could reassure Raghav even in the darkest days that anything could get alright. He said, "You don't? That's really surprising, Bhanu. Your voice is rather melodious."

Bhanu looked at him with a smile creeping up her face. And so did Raghav, with wide unblinking eyes. Whatever Ranveer was saying, it sounded coming out of politeness― Raghav knew him that much― but it sounded so good compared to the silence Raghav had always received.

Raghav had always shyed from giving compliments, but with Ranveer he knew when not to hold back. ...It would make you a little mad if you only peeked inside my soul, he had told Ranveer once. But when had Ranveer given him the chance to look into his soul, to search for answers in the depths of those beautiful eyes of his. For all he could remember, Ranveer had never complimented him beyond the professional confines of their studio. Not like it mattered... but still.

Raghav broke his thought chain and blinked back the thin ice layer of tears forming in his eyes. God forbid if somewhere were to understand what he was feeling. Ranveer was straight god damn. He would never―

Nevermind. Raghav gulped down his tea in one go. It wasn't that great anyways. But when he kept the mug down, he looked at Ranveer once again and he knew it was doomsday. The boy was rummaging through his bagpack, and strands of his hair were falling right in front of him. He didn't even care to fix it, gods. Raghav was sure not to make a sound― it would be so weird if Ranveer was to raise his head and look at him looking at him like this.

But Ranveer just kept smiling as he fished out a pocket notebook and pen, and Raghav wondered what all this was about. Bhanu was whispering something to him, and they giggled at their shared inside secret. Ranveer gave the notebook to his cousin who wrote something on it with a smile. When Raghav caught a glimpse, he realized she had written down her number with her name and a heart next to it.

"You know phone mei bhi contacts save ho jaya karte hain?" Raghav asked him.

Ranveer looked at him with a little surprise on his face as if he had forgotten that the boy was even with them. Ouch. But he kept his smile intact and said, "Phone se delete ho gaya toh?" He pointed at his notebook, "Isse nahi hoga."

Raghav grumbled, "Pracheen kahin ka."

Bhanu smacked him on the arm, and her eyes said, Don't be mean to him. Ranveer tapped the table to get his attention. "But look at you, still loving me and constantly being in the company of this pracheen boy." He then turned to Bhanu and stage whispered, "Mere ek baar bulane par itni durr milne chala aaya." Bhanu giggled.

Only his subconscious could register than Ranveer was blushing. His mind, though, was focused on controlling his own face and ears from turning red. "Aisa kuch nahi hai," he stammered, "I was just nearby toh aa gaya."

Ranveer rested his chin on his hand. "Your ears turn so red when you lie."

Oh shit, was his blushing that noticeable? He brought his hand to his ear to check if it was warmer than usual when he heard the other chuckle.

"You fall everytime for this," he said with a fondness Raghav couldn't decipher. He pulled his hand away from his ear. That's how it is with you too, he thought, I mean not to fall but end up crashing down everytime you look at me like that.

Deciding that he needed some time alone, he got up and excused himself to go to the restroom.

"Arey naraz ho gaya kya?" Bhanu joked. And what did Ranveer do?

Raghav felt a hand encircle his wrist from behind, and a shiver ran through him. He turned to look at Ranveer titling at a dangerous angle from his chair to hold him. Raghav stepped closer so that he wouldn't fall from his chair. He gave him an inquiring look, to which Ranveer just gave him a puppy eye look and said, "Pakka gussa nahi ho na?"

Oh how could he? How could he be mad if Ranveer was to look at him like this and tear his flesh and suffocate his ribs from within? Raghav slowly shook his head and managed a smile. Ranveer smiled back with relief. "Jaate jaate counter par mere liye ek chai ka order de do, please?"

Raghav couldn't help but laugh. Oh, Ranveer and his chai. He shook his head again. "Tujhe pasand nahi aayegi. Aunty ki mulethi nahi hai isme."

He felt for a moment as if Ranveer's grip on his hand tightened. It made no sense but Raghav wanted to give into his delusions. He looked at his wrist and back at Ranveer, who just smiled fondly and wobbled his head. And then he let go of Raghav. Just like that.

This time Raghav didn't look behind or wait for anyone to say something and he rushed to the public restroom and waited till Ranveer had to pull him out of there.

Ranveer's pov

Okay, Bhanu seemed nice, but he was slowly getting bored of their conversation. He nodded at her as she asked him a question and then went on rambling about some distant relative of hers who was trying to set her up with her son.

As if Ranveer cared. He was trying to be nice to her― probably way too nice since she was Raghav's cousin― but that's it. He didn't care beyond that. She offered him her number, he didn't refuse. Because there's no polite way to refuse. And he wanted to be nice to her because, whether Raghav liked her or not, she surely meant something to him. And Ranveer didn't have anything but heart eyes for anything that Raghav was fond of.

Like their dance. That day when Raghav had barged into his room and told him that they could have the world on knees for the two of them, Ranveer knew he couldn't simply refuse Raghav. Because Raghav was right. But most importantly because it was what Raghav desired.

Everytime Raghav choreographed a new step or practised even during breaks to improve the ones they already had, it did something to Ranveer. There was a dedication in Raghav's eyes, an ability to move like water― easy and carefree. It created such a paradoxical platheora in Ranveer's head he would sometimes wake up till late night tossing and turning in his bed and think about Raghav's easy-going nature and the sternness of the spark of in him.

There was a fire in the boy, one which could burn Ranveer if he let him. And Ranveer would sooner or later find himself drinking that fire like the waters of Plegethon. He indulged in those flames and had them ingulf him more than once. Every time Raghav held him to correct his posture during dance practices, Lord it made him dizzy.

Ranveer realized he hadn't been hearing Bhanu since a long time and had absolutely no context of what she was speaking. But before he could do something about it his phone chimed and his screen went bright, showcasing a single notification.

Raghav: need help. come here.

Ranveer excused himself immediately, earning a surprised look from Bhanu, and rushed to Raghav. He found the restroom and when he closed the door behind him, he found Raghav standing and leaning on the long basin counter.

Ranveer walked upto him and kept a hand on his back. "Raghav? Tu theek hai?"

Raghav didn't budge, and for a long moment Ranveer felt his presence unacknowledged. But then he finally spoke, "Do you like her?"

Huh? "Bhanu? You mean her―" everything suddenly made a lot more sense to Ranveer, and it was as if he had finally realized why Raghav looked so down the entire time. "Shit man. No no, it's not like that. I didn't know you'd have something against the two of us being a thing or something, but trust me it's not like that―"

Raghav laughed. He fucking laughed at that, and it sounded a bit on the verge of hysterics. "Whatever care do I have for it, Ranveer? Who am I to stop you from dating whom you want?" He spoke a bit more softly now. "Even if it's my cousin. And no I don't mind it... you dating her, I mean. That's not what I mind. In fact I do not mind anything actually!" Raghav ran his hand through his hair and kept it on his face for a moment.

Ranveer just looked at his side profile. "Oh but, surely, you do mind something―" he tried to turn the other towards himself but he didn't oblige― "Raghav look here. You look ill, oh Lord. There is something you aren't telling me. Something that's eating you from inside. Is it... Is it the competition?"

And Raghav laughed again, but this time it sounded much more pained. He finally turned to face Ranveer. "Everything's about the competition to you, right?" he asked. "Every thing, Ranveer. All you speak of, all you think of is the competition. Is there anything for you beyond this? Beyond the competition and the girls who flock around you?"

Girls? "Raghav?" Ranveer held him by the shoulder, "Raghav what the hell is this all about? What- what are you saying?" He hated how teary and scared he sounded at the end.

Raghav was already fighting back tears by now, and Ranveer pretended not to notice them despite the tingling in his fingers to cup his face wipe them for him. "Do- do we... Do we mean nothing to you?"

Ranveer stared at him blankly. "Who is we ? You and who else?"

Ranveer looked at Raghav as he lifted his shaking hand and pointed at the space between them. Ranveer just stared at him witless, unable to comprehend the array of emotions he was feeling. Suddenly a lot of beautiful words in an even more beautiful voice danced in the space between his ears.

Us, Ranveer. Raghav had told him. Surprisingly at this moment Ranveer could only remember that one phrase and aage peeche kuch nahi. You are magic to behold, Ranveer Kashyap. So that's what it was about.

"Raghav?" Nothing else came out of his mouth no matter how he tried.

The other wiped his tears on his sleeve. "Yeah, yeah, I know. This whole thing sounds weird to know. It wouldn't have been so weird if I was one of the many pretty girls who swoon over you." Ranveer felt the air between them charging with electricity as Raghav stepped closer to him. "But I'm not. I'm just another guy for you. Your dance partner Raghav. Difference is that I am in fucking love with you. You aren't."

Ranveer looked at him for a whole minute, reading the lines on his forehead, noticing his eyelashes, staring at his lips― basically doing anything but trying to understand the significance of those words. But then it dawned on him. Raghav liked guys. And Raghav liked him.

Ranveer breathed in shakily, and a whiff of Raghav's cologne was present in the air. "Love is a very strong word, Raghav."

Raghav didn't meet his eye. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then pressed it close, gulped, looked Ranveer in the eye one last time and dashed for the door.

Ranveer closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. What the hell was happening to him? "I don't love you Raghav," he called out behind him. When he heard the other stop moving, he turned to look at his back facing him, frozen. "I really don't. But heaven forbid if I haven't felt anything for you."

Raghav whipped his head back so fast it made Ranveer flinch. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew he had to make a move. Quick. "Raghav Patil," he whispered, "four syllables but they're enough to suck the air out of my lungs and make my ribcage collapse." He gulped when he felt his throat going dry. He walked upto Raghav. "If there's a flock of girls around me, then there's the whole campus talking about you. I hear it everyday, during my classes and outside them." He slowly took Raghav's hand in his own. "It hurts a little," he admitted.

There was a moment of silence between them. "Ranveer?" Raghav asked softly.

He looked up to find Raghav looking at him, his eyes urging him to lay his heart open in front of him once again. "I want to tell the world that you're mine. Not just as dance partners. I think I crave you a little more than that."

Ranveer sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't think I am in love with you yet Raghav, but I really, really, like you. And I want to―" words died on Ranveer's lips when Raghav pulled him by his kurta and kissed him. Ranveer's first instinct was to bolt the door right behind them, and then he leaned into the kiss, finding Raghav's lips softer than any carnation petal. "You do have a pretty mouth," he said, quoting a conversation they had had long back.

When they broke the kiss, Raghav said, "This pretty mouth has even prettier words for you." He took a moment to breath and they looked at each other― hair dishevelled, face all red, lips parted and beautiful― and started to shake silently with laughter.

Ranveer looked at him, shy as he had always been. "C- can we do that again?"

Raghav bit his lip and smiled. "I thought you'd never ask, classical boy." And then kissed again, grabbing whatever inch of fabric they could get hold of. Ranveer could feel his knees buckling up but he kept holding onto Raghav for dear life. "I'll make you fall in love with me if I must," Raghav said in between the kiss, "if you'd want that."

Ranveer smiled, encircling the other in his arms. "I'd want anything as long as it comes from you."

Raghav looked at him for a moment. "Even ruined makeup?" he asked.

Ranveer's eyes widened as he ran back to the mirror and stared in horror at his slightly smudged lip tint and ruined eyeliner. "I should have agreed when they offered me smudgeproof lipstick and waterproof eyeliner. Lekin, nahi, hum to gadhe hain." And he started to laugh.

Raghav joined him and took out his handkerchief. "Looks like we have something to fix."

They spent a few minutes looking a little more presentable― it wouldn't have taken this much time if they didn't keep getting distracted by each other and convince themselves for a few more kisses. Which was not enough, by the way.

When they unlocked the door, they found a couple people waiting outside impatiently. They gave a sheepish smile and Ranveer dragged Raghav out of there.

Bhanu turend around to look at them. She was standing. "I thought you guys got lost or something. Where were you?"

"There was a... uh, problem we had to solve. Yeah," Raghav said, and Ranveer nodded.

She looked at them, still questioning things, but she let it pass. "It's getting late, mai chalti hoon." She gave Raghav a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Ranveer. She didn't notice the look the boys gave each other. "I'd love to meet you again, Ranveer."

Ranveer smiled. "Sure, me too."

Bhanu kept her hand on his arm. "Maybe this weekend?"

Ranveer looked at Raghav, who looked as if he would be anywhere but here, witnessing his classical boy getting flirted with by his cousin. He turned back to her. "I will have to check, because I was thinking of taking my boyfriend on a date this weekend. Maybe after that?"

Ranveer prayed Bhanu didn't hear the snicker that escaped Raghav's lips. She looked as if someone had slapped her. "Boyfriend?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Ranveer nodded, pressing his lips together to control his smile. Bhanu looked at him and then at Raghav, who just gave her an innocent look as if he didn't even know before now that Ranveer wasn't straight. Well it wasn't far from the truth after all, he thought.

Bhanu gave Ranveer one last look. "Don't hit on my cousin okay. He's straight," and with that she stormed out of the cafe.

Ranveer finally allowed himself to relax and laugh a little. "She's a concerned sister, Raghav."

Raghav nodded. "Too bad she's concerned for the wrong person." Raghav looked at him. "So, date this weekend huh?"

Ranveer took his hand. "With my boyfriend, yes."

Raghav looked at Ranveer's lips and the latter got the idea that he wanted to kiss Raghav the moment they got some alone time together. "I am not forgetting about this so you better plan something."

"Obviously I will, and I wouldn't want you to miss it," Ranveer said with a goofy smile, "you'd make a great third wheel."

"Huh? I'm hurt Ranveer Kashyap," Raghav placed a hand on his heart, "I thought you wanted to be with no one but me."

Ranveer pretended to think about this. "Haan, wo bhi sahi hai. But you aren't my boyfriend yet, you see." He hoped his voice sounded suggestive the way he wanted it to.

Raghav seemed to get the hint. "You want me to be your boyfriend?"

Ranveer looked out of the glass window and smiled as if he wasn't even aware of Raghav's presence. The presence which made him so joyful and content. "If you will have me."

Raghav kept a hand on Ranveer's and smiled.

Ranveer kept his other hand on Raghav's. "Well, in that case you wouldn't have to third wheel after all..."

#dancing on your heartstrings #raghav patil #ranveer kashyap #ranveer x raghav #DOYH

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