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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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under the neon lights

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

based on these reqs: @inlovewithmattstur

warnings: angst with a very fluffy ending! and not proofread lolz

love, sienna <3

you’ve been best friends with Chris since freshmen year and the two of you are quite literally attached at the hip.

ongoing jokes about the two of you being a couple were all too common, and you can’t even be suprised at these remarks because in reality you and him were incredibly close.

normal friends don’t hold hands constantly and fall sleep cuddling, normal friends don’t catch each other staring and cause the other to become flustered, normal friends don’t spend every waking moment thinking about the other—but that was your dynamic with the boy, confusing, complicated, and anything but normal.

you often slept over at his house, Chris was never one to like sleeping alone, insisting he sleeps better with another body in the bed—and you didn’t mind.

the problem with this weird dynamic is how badly you wish things were different.

you wish your highschool experience involved going to prom with him, with a corsage laying on your wrist and a boy to kiss your hand as he greets you.

every night you imagine what it would feel like to be loved publicly, for someone to not shut up about how much they love you.

it’s impossible not to imagine cute dates and tiny acts of pda that actually mean the world.

you want romance—but instead your in love with your best friend.

on this particular night the two of you spent your time watching old videos from highschool—some more embarrassing than others.

“oh my god i cannot believe i wore that to school what was i doing?” your shocked expression causes him to laugh, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while your own arm wraps around his waist. “okay okay that’s enough of that let’s move on please” you practically cry out out of embarrassment, the boy just throwing his head back in a fit of laughter you can feel on your arm.

“i don’t think it was that bad” he says in between laughs. “to be fair i rotated the same five pairs of sweats every week so i can’t talk”

“our style just took a second to develop that’s for sure” you smile, squeezing Chris’ side slightly before relaxing into the touch once more.

the two of you continue scrolling through old snapchat memories and failed vlogs, laughing practically on repeat for an hour, the only thing lighting the room was the light illuminating from his phone.

“holy shit how is it two am already?” you sit up slightly, caught off guard by how fast time went by with your favourite person.

he smiles slightly, as if a lightbulb just entered his head. “wanna do something?” he asks, looking up at you with a look that can convince you to do anything, a look that consistently fills your stomach with butterflies that you consciously ignore.

“like what? last time i checked, neither of us have our license and Matt’s sleeping” you reply, unsure where he’s going with this. you toy with his fingers, tracing along the length of each once while he begins to speak.

“we could walk to the gas station that’s right over here, like we used to do during covid” he says, eyes focused on your hands as you continue playing with his fingers—what you don’t know is how incredibly much he cherishes your touch, like electricity is running through your connected fingers.

you smile at the memory of you and Chris back in Boston, sneaking out at three am to sit at the skatepark and eat the food purchased at the local gas station. “sure, i’ve missed that”

so the two you make your way out of bed, and you throw on one of Chris’ hoodies before joining him in quietly making your way out of the house—not wanting to wake up either of his brothers.

the walk is peaceful, streets illuminated by warm coloured street lamps and a bright moonlight that showcases the many stars littered across the black sky—for a moment it feels like your back in Boston.

Chris always insists on having background music, so your shared playlist played softly from the phone in his pocket as you walk along the sidewalks.

not a lot is said on the walk to the familiar gas station, and not a ton needed to be said, comfortable silence filling the space between two bodies as the neon lights from the convenience store light up your face a fluorescent white shade.

you enter the shop—Chris holding the door open for you and following shortly behind you as you head straight to the drink section.

the boy settles on a sweet tea and you yourself decide on a white monster. “do we want any snacks?” you ask, shutting the door to the commercial fridge.

“i could fuck up a nerds rope and some cool ranch doritos” he replies, causing you to smile because once again, it felt like old times, his snack decision hitting you with a wave of nostalgia.

and so you get just that, two of each snack that’s now stored in a small plastic bag that Chris holds as he once again opens the door for you to exit.

you ultimately decide to just sit outside the gas station, bright lights illuminating the tops of your heads as you sit down and begin to pull out the snacks—Chris’ music still playing quietly in the background.

“are you getting major deja vu or is that just me?” you ask, ripping open a bag of your favourite doritos as the boy takes a sip of his iced tea.

“one hundred percent but to be very fair we’ve done this exact thing like a hundred times” he laughs softly, a laugh that never fails to bring you serenity.

it’s silent again, the only noises to be heard are the rap songs playing from the iphone that lies on the cement and the crumbing of your dorito bags.

“i’m really happy we’re still friends, i don’t know who i’d be without you” Chris speaks up, gaze fixated on the gas pumps ahead of you.

you laugh at the sudden switch in tone, looking in his direction only to be met with his side profile, that alone causes the speed of your heartbeat to pickup. “way to get sappy all of a sudden”

“i just appreciate you that’s all” he looks to you now, meeting your gaze, making an eye contact with you that feels different than normal, maybe more intentional.

his gaze now switches from your eyes to a lower portion of your face, eyes making contact with your lips while your own eyes scan his face for any telling emotions.

“Chris stop looking at me like that” you try and joke, turning your gaze away to see his eyes still just as fixated on you as before.

“why? what if i just wanna admire my best friend?” he says softly, licking his lips and coating a thin layer of glistening saliva over them—but immediately his choice of words put you off.

this is a game you’ve played with him before. his overt friendliness that comes off as incredibly flirty and your hopeless romantic tendencies conflicting and instantly making things weird between the two of you.

“i’m not doing this with you i-“ you choose to stop speaking, already felling the pit in your stomach that is fighting back the urge to let out a sob.

normal friendships aren’t this hard.

his eyebrows immediately furrow, showing off his insane amount of cluelessness as you take a deep breath, allowing the dry, night dazed air to enter your lungs. “y/n i don’t understand what’s happening right now, are you okay?” he says, his voiced laced with a sense of concern.

“no i’m not okay!” you stand up, dusting your hands off on your sweats biting your lip to suppress any sadness dwelling. he stands up too, but still containing an innocence in his eyes that drives you insane.

“i can’t keep doing this!” you cry out. at this point you’ve given up on caring about weird looks from the cashier or other cars driving by, overtaken by pure anger that’s been smoking within you, ready to explode at any moment.

“doing what y/n? speak to me” he replies, concern overtaking his delicate face as he walks ever so slightly closer to you, subconsciously hoping to make you feel better.

but you pull away immediately, keeping a safe distance between you and the brunette. “whatever the fuck this is Chris” you motion between you and the boy with your hands. “you can’t keep looking at me and expect me not to feel something for you! it’s not fair that you say the most butterfly inducing shit and follow it up with ‘my best friend’. what am i supposed to do with that?”

every thought you’ve had about this friendship pours out of your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to pour out at any moment.

“i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression i never meant to-“

“fuck off Chris. seriously fuck off. i don’t need to hear you reject me. i don’t want to have feelings for you. this would all be easier if i didn’t, i think we just need space” you begin to turn away from him, grabbing your things off the paved entrance.

you muster up the courage to say one last thing before walking away, a shakiness overtaking your bottom lip. “i shouldn’t have expected this to be any different. i should’ve known that this is just the way you are and i shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

a wet tear trails down your cheek, guiding alongside your nose as you speak. “was any of it ever real?”

it’s clear that by ‘any of it’ you’re referring to the romance you felt spark between the two of you, even he knows that—but he stays.

he stays exactly where he is and his mouth remains shut.

“i hope we can figure out our shit but right now i’m done. with you, with this. done.” with that you walk away, your back facing the boy as you increase the speed of your steps, eager to leave this shitty situation.

his heart drops at this. the last thing he wants is space. he adores you and he doesn’t want your friendship to be put on pause for any reason.

he wants to be able to tell you that he likes you in that way too. that every time silence fills the space between you he fights the urge to kiss you. and that he can’t help but think of you anytime someone asks if he’s single because for whatever reason when he’s with you he feels everything but alone.

he’d kill to grab your hand, to stop you from walking away and tell you how obsessed with you he is, but it’s not that simple—nothing about this relationship is.

deep down Chris knows exactly what you want.

you want a relationship. you want to go on dates and hold hands in public and put a label on how you feel for one another—that couldn’t be further from what he wants.

which is why he stands there—the neon lights reflecting in his teary eyes as your back faces him, as you leave him there all alone with his thoughts.

to him it all happened so fast, like a car spinning out of control, slipping on ice until it meets its untimely demise. this was all out of his control, and what was he supposed to do?

commitment is terrifying.

going on dates and posting each other on important anniversaries was his nightmare for so long, the idea of that being genuinely off putting.

but the idea of never having you in his life again?

the idea of not hearing you laugh at his stupid jokes, clutching your stomach with a huge grin on your face or listening to your calm, patterned breaths as he falls asleep next to you?

that was so much worse.

all of a sudden everything clicks.

he was in love with you.

he is in love with you.

all this time he knew you were different than other friends, but his feelings towards you weren’t something he was conscious of.

but it makes sense now, why he got all flustered whenever you teased him, why you had so much power over him in ways that were embarrassing.

the realization hits him like a brick, his feet planted onto the pavement below him, his mind unable to think about anything else but you.

but you’re gone. in the time that it took Chris to figure out his conflicting thoughts you had walked back to the house, fully prepared to sleep on the couch and gave Matt drive you home first thing in the morning.

it can’t be over like this, you can’t be over like this.

so he runs, like a fucking idiot he leaves behind his snacks placed against the conscience store wall and he runs.

you continue walking down the street, nothing but soft sobs escaping your shivering mouth as you think about every memory of Chris you cherished so close to your heart.

like when he wrote you letters telling you how happy he was that you were in his life, folded up and placed in an envelope. you were one of few people that were able to read his messy handwriting, but based on his proper punctuation and attention to writing his words more clearly, it was obvious he took his time. for you.

or that time when you went to the fair with him—the kid hates rides, hates them. but he also knows just how much you love them, so that night he swallowed his fear, holding your hand and going on every ride with you so that you wouldn’t be alone.

or the forehead kisses he would give you as you worked through a difficult assignment in school, his soft words of motivation that got you to graduation.

in what world is that casual?

you roll your eyes at his previous statement. he just gave you ‘the wrong impression’ as if what he did could have been interpreted in literally any other way.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, trying to find an answer to the never ending puzzle that is Chris Sturniolo to even notice the footsteps behind you, the pace slowing as they get closer to you.

until they stop. “y/n” Chris speaks, clearly out of breath.

before you even turn around you roll your eyes. “i just wanna sleep, can we talk about this another time please? i cant keep thinking about it”

the hand that’s softly placed on your shoulder tells you otherwise, so you turn around, now facing Chris who looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

once he catches his breath he looks at you with pleading eyes. “can i just speak?”

you nod, biting your lip to avoid any more snide comments, it’s clear he cares, that much you can give him.

he takes one more deep breath, as if he’s about to run a marathon with his voice. “i was confused. i was confused and i was so stupid and i don’t know what i was thinking”

you just stand there at look at him, wiping away your tears as he speaks. “it was all real, all of it. i just got so scared because it all felt too real. i just-“ his voice is shaky, and it’s evident that he’s holding back tears.

“you have always been more than a friend to me. this whole time i’ve been so completely obsessed with you and everything about you and i haven’t been able to think straight because every time i look at you i have to stop myself from kissing you” he runs his hand through his soft hair, struggling to look at you when he speaks.

he inhaled another breath, the air shakily filling his lungs. “but i never did, mostly because i didn’t think i was good enough for you. you deserve someone so amazing and caring and romantic and everyday i wondered if i’d ever get there. i wanted to get there so bad because i wanted you. i’m not a relationship kind of guy” he sniffles. “i mean i’ve barely even been on a real date and i’m twenty years old”

he shakes his head, trying his best to get his point across. “but none of that matters when i look at you because everytime i see you it all goes away. every fear of commitment and- and realness goes away.” tears creep out of his blue eyes, but he’s quick to wipe them away with his palms. “god y/n i’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of you walking away from me made my heart hurt”

you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. sure, he was always honest with you, but right now he just looks so- hopeless.

he finishes speaking, shaking out his hands slightly as if to relieve tension that formed in his joints as he spoke.

you’re not entirely sure what to say, so you don’t speak, instead pulling the boy into a much needed hug, burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist.

he doesn’t react at first, in shock initially at the sudden closeness, but it doesn’t take long for him to pull you in impossibly closer to him, one hand placed on your back and another on the back of your head.

he rests his face on the top of your head, practically burying his lips in your hair as his hand rubs your back.

you pull out slightly, keeping your arms on his side as you look at him, one last tear crawling down your cheek.

immediately his hands comes to your face, cupping your jawline while his thumb wipes away the tear drop. “why are you crying now?” he furrows his eyebrows, a slight playfulness to his tone.

you giggle, leaning into his touch. “i think these are happy tears now”

“well it’s a good thing you look beautiful even you cry” he smiles softly, holding eye contact with you as you look up at him.

“yeah why’s that?” you tease.

he leans in slightly closer, mumbling slightly as he speaks. “because i’d really like to kiss you now”

your heart flutters at this, and everything feels good again. you have Chris and that’s all you need. “what’s taking you so long?” you smile, the boy immediately leaning in fully and attaching his lips to yours carefully.

his hand still rests on your cheek, only deepening the kiss further before you start smiling, causing him to pull back as you widen your eyes.

“what was that for?” he laughs softly.

“i’m gonna sound like the corniest mother fucker if i say what i’m thinking so i’m just gonna kiss you again” you smile, leaving back in once more, if you weren’t already obsessed with him you definitely are now.

it’s a short lived kiss, the two of you are exhausted at this point, but it still means everything to you.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder now, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the top of your head. “i think after my whole ‘i’m in love with you’ monologue i take the prize for corniest fucker”

you laugh, beginning to walk down the poorly lit street. “never though i’d see the day, Christopher Owen Sturniolo is a cheese ball”

“okay that’s enough of that i’m going back to the gas station” he jokingly turns away before you pull him back to you again.

“i like it when your corny, it’s hot” you mumble, causing the boy to pause in his steps, his arm still around you.

“guess i’ll have to do it more often then yeah?” words that simple shouldn’t have the effect on you that they do, but you’re a smiling mess regardless.

“yeah”

a/n: had no idea how to end this LMAOO hopefully it fulfilled some of your needs for angst

i tried so hard to make chris accurate but i don’t know the man like that💔

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loveywon · 1 year

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♡𓂃 ENHYPEN AND KISSING IN THE RAIN !

pairings: enhypen ot7 x gn!reader (separate)

wc: 1.8k+

synopsis: when you and enhypen kiss in the rain <3

warnings: FLUFF, little angst if u squint in jay’s, (innocent) kisses, jungwon calls reader pretty, you can tell its rushed im sorry :(, not proofread Lolz

LEE HEESEUNG ♡𓂃

as you rush your way to the school’s gymnasium, a million thoughts are going through your head. your brain is still having trouble wrapping around the fact that heeseung likes you. you feel like you’re about to pass out with how dizzy you’re getting from the amount of butterflies that are fluttering in your stomach when jake had accidentally revealed heeseung’s crush on you. you couldn’t wait til the next day of school, no. another ten hours is too long, and you must confess now. it was only drizzling when you had left the house, but now as you’re nearing the school you’re absolutely drenched from head to toe, but you could care less. you know heeseung’s basketball practice is almost over, and you cannot wait any longer to announce that you reciprocate his feelings. finally reaching the two big gymnasium doors, you stop for a moment to catch your breath from running. the door swings open, and there is heeseung with his teammates, chatting, but the chatter stops abruptly upon seeing you drenched in the rain, alone. his eyes widened with concern, thinking the absolute worse like something happened and you had no one else to turn to but him. “y/n! are you okay?” he rushes to you, disregarding his umbrella. he could care less if he gets wet. what matters is you. you stand up straight, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “i like you too, heeseung!” you say loud and proud, and heeseung’s teammates think that they’ve never seen him so frozen before. “w-what?” he’s still processing, but you’re so caught up on adrenaline, you ask him, “can i kiss you?” in which he replies with a mere nod, eyes still blank but once your lips meet his, he’s back into reality and melts with you.

PARK JONGSEONG ♡𓂃

you storm out of your shared bedroom with jay, your feet stomping as you grab your coat. “where are you going?!” jay asks exasperatedly, and you roll your eyes. “anywhere but here,” you retort. you didn’t mean to start a fight with him, but you suppose bottled up emotions got the best of both of you and it blew up in your face. “it’s raining outside! you can’t go out right now. let’s just talk it out, please?” he proposes, and he’s near getting on his knees for you. you don’t care, and you don’t give him another glance as you open the door despite the pouring downfall. you slam the door behind you, but it’s quickly opened back again with a jay running after you, an umbrella in hand. “y/n, please, you’re going to catch a cold like this,” he pleads, grabbing your hand to stop you from walking away. his strength is enough to turn you around to face him (without hurting you), and his face instantly softens upon seeing your soaked cheeks that’s not from the rain. “i don’t want you getting sick. please, can we go back inside and talk it out again?” he frowns, and you nod slowly. you know jay would never hurt you intentionally, and he’d do anything in his power to prevent anything from happening. you bury your head in his chest, and he rubs your back with his free hand comfortingly. he places a delicate kiss on your forehead, “you mean everything to me, i’m sorry.”

SIM JAKE ♡𓂃

it’s so cheesy, you think. the way you and jake run out in the rain out of pure impulse is just something you would only do with him. you convince yourself it’s because he’s been by your side since elementary, so you really only trust him more than anyone else. he drags you with him, despite your protests and screaming because you just washed your hair, and you didn’t want to wash it again. your “no! jake please, no!” falls on deaf ears and jake only grins from ear to ear with the way your hands are intertwined together and running away from the roof that was keeping you both dry. your head is down, trying to keep your face at least dry but jake won’t have this. he tilts your head up with his hand cupping your chin, “chin up, enjoy the moment!” he says so enthusiastically that you feel like you have no choice but to listen (not like you could say no to jake anyway), embracing the wet droplets that land on your face. he giggles, so entranced with the way you look so at peace underneath the rain. “you’re so unreal,” is all he says before his lips meet yours.

PARK SUNGHOON ♡𓂃

it’s so painfully awkward, the silence between you and him as you both sit at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come but it’s been fifteen minutes since the bus was scheduled to arrive. you didn’t know each other well, and because both your friends wanted to do a stupid double date forced you to leave with sunghoon. he’s too gentlemanly to leave you to go home alone, but with the way the bus doesn’t seem to be coming at all, you let out an exasperated sigh. “sorry. you can go home if you want,” you say, but he only shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t look up from his hands, playing with the rings that decorate his fingers. “i’m just gonna walk home. it’s only like, twenty minutes. sorry to be a bother,” you apologize again, standing up and bowing down to him slightly. he finally looks up, “oh. i’ll walk with you then.” it simply doesn’t cross his mind that you’re living opposite of where he lives, but you don’t refuse because you know he’d still tag along anyway. the walk is silent, the rain really brings down the mood and amplifies the awkwardness. after a long twenty minutes, you stop at your door. “okay…well…bye,” you bite your bottom lip and sunghoon opens his mouth to say something so you decide to not completely move yet even though you’re absolutely soaked from the rain and he is too. “um, do you want to actually go on a proper date? just us two?” he asks, and it really takes you aback because you thought he had no interest in you at all. you smile, nodding as you hand him your phone to put his number in. “thank you for walking back with me,” you say, quickly pecking his cheek before running to your door.

KIM SUNOO ♡𓂃

one step out of the school doors, you’re met with pouring rain. you frown; maybe you should have listened to your mom when she nagged at you to bring an umbrella. as you’re about to accept your fate and step out from underneath the roof that is keeping you try, you feel a presence next to you. “hi,” sunoo greets with an umbrella in his hand as he takes a step forward so that you’re standing underneath the umbrella. you smile at him, “hello. i don’t need the umbrella, it’s okay. i normally shower after school anyway.” you brush him off, but he’s stubborn and knows more than anything that cold rain is going to cause you to get sick, and he doesn’t think he can get through school without you for a week. “don’t care! let’s go.” he grabs your hand and drags you with him, despite your assurance that you’re fine. as you two walk to your house, side by side since his umbrella is a little small, you sigh, making sunoo look at you with concern. perhaps he was too pushy, he assumes. “you really didn’t have to,” you say, but you really want to just ask him why, and he seems to understand. “i just want to spend more time with you. i like you, y/n,” he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you can only gape at him. “oh.” you two are already close to each other, so all you have to do is turn your head to peck him on the lips. “i like you too.”

YANG JUNGWON ♡𓂃

late night studying in the library happens almost every time you’re with jungwon, so you’re not surprised when the librarian walks over to kick the two of you out. with continuous apologies to the librarian as you and jungwon walk out, jungwon hears pitter patter from outside the window. “umm…y/n, i think it’s raining outside,” he says and you run to the nearest window to look outside, only to see that he is right. you don’t recall seeing the weather app saying it was going to be raining today. you frown, “oh, i don’t have an umbrella,” to which jungwon replies with “me neither.” the two of you stare at each other awkwardly until jungwon decides to take the first step outside the door, to which you follow. he purses his lips together into a thin line, the heavy rain bringing you two to a dilemma. “well!” you shrug, grabbing his hand and dragging him out from the safe and dry roof, the two of you instantly becoming drenched. with a lighthearted laugh, you start to run towards the direction of your neighborhoods, and jungwon joins in with fits of giggles. “oh god, my grandma’s gonna be so mad at me when i come home soaked!” jungwon yells to you because the rain is just so loud, it’s difficult to hear each other. you laugh, finally coming to a stop to catch your breath, “not our fault the weather app lied to us,” you grin, and his own lips curve up into a smile as well. “you’re really so pretty,” he says breathlessly, his chest still heaving up and down from the run. “you too,” you reply, placing a kiss on his cheek and he mimics you, kissing your cheek as well.

NISHIMURA RIKI ♡𓂃

it’s one thing to be stupid and reckless, and it’s another thing to be nishimura riki. this realization only occurs to you now, as the two of you stand idly, drenched and cold. you sigh, “this is exactly why i hesitated to say yes.” you grumble underneath your breath, arms hugging yourself to try and adapt some warmth. he feels so bad upon seeing your shivering state, and he knows the thin jacket you’re wearing does absolutely nothing to shield you from the cold. so instead, he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug and successfully warming you up (but you don’t let him know because you’re trying your hardest to be mad). “sorry, y/n,” he apologizes sheepily with a boyish grin, and it's so hard to stay irritated with him. you lean into his hug, “it’s fine. next time try thinking before you decide to get yourself into even more trouble.” you mumble and he nods enthusiastically. he brushes your wet hair out of your face, pecking soft and apologetic kisses all over your face. its silent for a moment as the two of you are in each other’s embrace, despite the constant droplets of rain. “i can call us an uber and i’ll make hot chocolate when we get back!” he proposes and you smile and nod as he pulls out his phone.

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onthewaytosomewhere · 4 days

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OK-so it's Wednesday and WIPs and all that

ok so i meant to get back to hockey and books 'cuz that's where i wanna be right now but my brain was in a not so creative place until someone broke me out of it last night

so for wirp wednesday i got bits of a new thing that is gonna be part of a series NOT-SO-MUCH ONE NIGHT STANDS (cuz well they don't necessarily stay that way) that i've already got 2 fics going for - one firstprince and one liam/pez cuz well that's apparently really becoming a thing for me

so first thanks @suseagull04 for the out of context lines tag - i have something for that too (not one of those other ones) throwing this on here too cuz i can lol

He kisses Henry on the cheek, whispers, “Get me whatever you wanna share,” and sneaks up to the office when everyone is finalizing the breakfast order

thank you so much for the wip wed tags @jmagnabo92 @theprinceandagcd @suseagull04 @firenati0n @adreamareads

@piratefalls @duchessdepolignaca03 @thesleepyskipper oh! and stealing @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius open tags cuz that's what they're for :)

nsfw words & tags (it's the words nsfw not the tags lol)beneath the tag

Now, it’s moments like right now, where he’s biting his way across Alex’s thighs, thighs sprinkled with just the right amount of hair, hairy in the way that Henry likes, not just a dusting but actual hair that catches on his tongue as he lavishes the spots he’s sucked bruises into. These moments are the ones that make him so glad he got away from everything else. He can have this anonymous moment with someone so hot he doesn’t want to kick him out the way he has the others eventually. It’s halfway through the morning after, and they’ve yet to get out of bed for more than bathroom trips – one of those with some spectacular moments in the shower – and some quick trips to the kitchen for drinks and some quick snacks when Alex lures him into turning on the tv and watching a movie after round three. They barely make it through the movie when Henry is orgasming for the fourth time that night. Henry is no stranger to multiple orgasms; he’s in his low 20s and knows that brings with it a quicker refractory period. But Alex, the stranger who’s fast working on filling Henry in on every aspect of his life so it no longer feels that way, is doing things for that quick refractory period he’s never experienced before. Henry doesn’t know how he got so lucky last night when he accompanied Pez and Liam to the club, but he is beyond happy that Liam decided to bring his friend, and that said friend was agreeable to finding his way into Henry’s bed.

if ya already did this and i missed it i'm sure i'll find it - consider me a top gun pilot doing a fly-by lolz

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thenbecauseggoes · 4 months

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A/N: I think im lowkey back??? guys this took soooo long to finish and im ngl i kinda love it. but i also have lost like a tonnnn of motivation to write for Evan, im in a bit of a 1975 era... so if u guys like them feel free to send in some recs lololol. kk love uuuuu

warnings: panic attack (kinda), oral (f receiving), pnv, unprotected sex (plsss use protection lolz), lmk any i missed

WC: 1288

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It wasn’t that you were entirely insecure, it was just a crazy party. A crazy party that Evan brought you as his girlfriend to. In front of paparazzi and other actors. To make things even worse, you were his first girlfriend since he split with Emma Roberts. You loved Emma, had nothing against her, but people certainly didn’t like you because of her. You could practically already see the comments on Twitter saying stuff like you were a knockoff Emma or just a rebound. You could even see the comments saying that Evan was a creep for dating someone so young. It wasn’t like you were terribly young. You were 22 and could make your own decisions, and you didn’t find Evan weird for loving you, but people are crazy.

An arm sneaking around your waist grounds you back to reality, Evan was engaging in conversation with some other actor. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and your breath started to shorten. To stop yourself from embarrassing yourself or Evan you excuse yourself from the conversation and walk to the restroom. Upon walking in you realize it’s just a little room so you lock the door and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was so nicely done for the event, you realize you have a bit of mascara smudged around your eye. ‘Oh god, was that there when they were taking photos?’ you think. Brushing it off as just a silly thought. You just let the tears freely fall from your face and into the sink. Eventually opting to grab a paper towel in an attempt to not ruin your makeup.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom rattles, startling you. “I’m in here” you choke out, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Baby, are you alright?” the other voice said. Oh god it was Evan.

“I’m fine” you attempt to say without your voice cracking despite tears continuing to well up in your eyes at an alarming rate.

“Let me in,” Evan says again, worried clearly in his voice. You timidly open the door and let him in when he turns around and locks it again. He notices your tear stained face and immediately rushes to grab a paper towel and dry your face. “Can I hug you?” you nod again and he throws his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest.

“They hate me Evan” you choke out finally after what felt like forever.

“Who does?” Evan pulls you back to look in his eyes, he's worried someone hurt you clearly.

“All those people, I'm too much. They all hate me because of Emma and like my age and I just know they do,” you speak through a sob.

“Oh honey,” Evan coos, rubbing small circles onto your back, “nobody hates you. I was just talking to people and they agree you’re so great.” His words help to settle you down and you stop crying. “Come on baby, let's go home” He says, grabbing your hand.

“I don’t wanna ruin your time at the party though,” you really don’t want to make him leave, these things are important.

“I wanna leave anyways, come on, please, can we go home,” you nod feebly and follow him out of the party.

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You walk into your shared apartment and immediately make a beeline for the bedroom, dying to take off your dress. You’re halfway done getting undressed before you feel arms snake around your waist and open mouth kisses being placed to your throat. “Evan,” you trail off, leaning into his touch.

“Let me take care of you baby,” he moans against you, “please.” You nod to give him permission and he drags you to the bed, laying you down gently on the bed. He's working down your body with kisses that ignite your skin. Goosebumps rise on every spot he touches, taking off your dress leaving you in just your bra and panties. “Been dying to do that ever since you showed me that dress baby,” he speaks softly against your skin. You whimper under him as he removes his dress shirt, casting it onto the floor beside your dress. He crawls up onto the bed and mouths at your breasts, sneaking his hand around you to undo the clasp on your bra. He throws it onto the floor as soon as it’s off, letting out a groan at the sight before leaning down and taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking.

He waits until you’re practically begging him to just do something until he’s kissing down the valley of your breasts and down the rest of your body. Once he gets to your panties he's pulling them down your legs to join the pile of clothes on the ground. He looks up at you for a sort of silent permission to let him in and you give a nod. He wastes no time in licking a broad stripe up your cunt and attaching his lips to your clit, making you moan out in pleasure. You’re practically screaming his name already and he's barely done anything. He brings one of his fingers up to your entrance and slowly pushes it in, leaving you to squirm and writhe under him. He groans into your pussy, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

“Evan- I- fuck- i’m gonna,” you whimper out again.

“Come for me baby,” Evan groans as you come undone and come all over his face. He groans, coming up to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on him. You moan at the taste and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. “Can I fuck you now?” He asks, sheepishly almost.

“Please,” you smile onto his lips as he undoes his belt buckle. He unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out of his boxers. He's rock hard, leaning down to your ear he whispers.

“See what you do to me baby?” He kisses the shell of your ear, you’re not above begging but you certainly don’t want to let up so easily, luckily he makes an easy decision for you by suddenly pushing into you. “So wet,” he breathes out.

“Only for you baby” you whimper

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers before thrusting into you, he connects your lips together, swallowing any moans or whimpers you have left. He disconnects your lips to leave marks on your neck, you squirm your hips and whimper loudly. “Shhh, it’s okay baby, I got you” he says gently. Holding you even closer he thrusts harder, snaking two fingers down to rub at your clit. You cry out and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Evan I can’t-” you trail off

“It’s okay baby, i’m right there with you” he smiles as he kisses you. You both come undone with moans filling up the room. You stay like that for a moment, just basking in it. A dusty blush covers Evan’s face and you swear he’s never looked so beautiful. “Can I pull out honey?” he asks as you nod, wincing at the emptiness that follows. Evan comes back into the room with a damp washcloth and uses it to wipe your legs, apologizing profusely when he has to clean your ruined cunt. He kisses your legs and throws the dirty cloth in the hamper, he hands you a large t-shirt and picks you up to put it on you.

“Love you Evan” you say, exhausted and letting your head fall onto the pillows.

“Love you too baby” he plants a kiss on your lips and throws an arm across your waist to hold you in place before you both drift off to sleep

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spiderfunkz · 11 months

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✧.* hold me close

— summary : when lost in darkness, peter looks for his light.

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : angst, hurt to comfort, mutual pining kinda, eventual friends to lovers, kissing mwa mwa, peter & reader are roomates and share an apartment, mentions of self doubt and wounds, sad peter :(

a/n : based off of 1999 by beabadoobee but i skipped a lyric whoops. also sorry this is so messy lolz 🐟🐟 this is blurb is kinda similar to this but with moreeeee angst. not proofread btw

🎵 hold me close,

being spiderman was never easy. it came with all different responsibilities that peter parker had to face, and most of the time it was too much for him.

you knew peter's secret identity. well by accident, one day just finding him at 2 am, opening the fridge in his red and blue suit with his mask in his mouth.

since then you made a promise with him, to look out for each other. to have his back, even when it's hard for him to have yours.

🎵 and say you care,

it was a usual night, you had just finished your presentation and essays for the week so you decide to watch a tv show while waiting for peter to finish his patrol.

an episode went by, and another, and another.

that's when your hear the knock on your window and peter's silhouette peaking. he has his mask off and you can see the tiredness on his face.

🎵 because i'm in love with your brown hair,

you open the window and catch him as he nearly falls on the floor. "hey i got you." you guide him to a chair and sit him down before rushing to the bathroom and getting the first-aid kit.

you clean the dirt from his face, and fix his messy hair from the rough wind outside. you two sat in comfortable silence as you clean him. you hide the worry in your face, not wanting to pressure him with questions.

but peter notices you, your body language. how your hand shakes when you grab the hand towel, how your eyes seemed concerned, almost scared.

🎵 the way you touch me is a curse,

peter presses his forehead against yours, keeping you close to him.

you finish up with his wounds and push the first-aid kit aside.

you look at him, he observes you. he wishes he can just hug you and never let go. he wishes he wasn't spiderman. he wishes you to be happy and not worry every time he goes on a patrol. he wishes you feel the same for him so he could just kiss the pain away.

you wish happiness for peter. you wish for him to be safe every time he goes on a patrol. you wish you could be there whenever he needs it. you wish he'd feel the same for you. you wish to hold his hand and kiss his pain away.

🎵 and i'm not willing to let it all hurt,

"do you wanna talk about your patrol?" you ask softly, face saddening.

his heart aches hearing your voice, how it sounds like its gonna break any second now.

he shakes his head.

"okay, i'm just letting you know i'm here okay? if you wanna talk about it i'm always here to listen." you state.

he wishes he could tell you all the things that has been happening lately, how he wishes he could be the happier version of himself, the version who's always in the mood to ramble about the missions he's had, the version that can always find light in darkness.

now he's just lost in the darkness, and you're the light.

🎵 watch your mouth and wash with soap,

"i'm sorry." he says, eyes teary.

"don't apologize, you have nothing to apologize for peter." you reassure him, hand cupping his cheeks.

"i'm sorry that i always come home like this, i'm sorry that you have to stay up for me, i'm sorry that i always miss our movie nights, i'm so sorry-" — "peter don't you dare apologize. you protect this city and i am so proud of you, i don't mind patching you up pete, i will always be here for you okay? i care for you." you cut him off, your tone stern.

🎵 cause i just hate the way you spoke,

"you got that?" he nods.

there was another moment of silence. a moment where peter realizes that you care for him so much more that he can imagine. a moment where you just want to hold him close and reassure him.

"you care for me?" he asks, he needs to be so sure. "yes peter. trust me if i can take away all the pain your feeling i would. and i won't care how that makes me feel as long as your happy."

🎵 and i'm not willing to give it all up,

peter pauses.

he knew you cared for him like no other, but he never processed how much you cared for him.

he hesitates but the tension grew almost suffocating him.

he thought about confessing everything to you. how you make him feel like flowers are blooming in him, how he melts into the slightest touch from you, how he thinks you have the most kissable face ever.

🎵 and i'm not wasting time again,

peter kisses you.

you could feel all the emotions in him wash away, how he melts under your touch.

"i love you y/n. and i'm sorry that i never showed you enough of that. i wish to be with you every time i couldn't. i wish i could spend more time you. i wish i could just hold you close every time i see you worry for me." he rambles, smiling, hands cupping your cheeks.

"i love you too peter." you chuckle, "but don't ever apologize again okay." you kiss his hand.

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

Word Count : 1.9K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are at a fancy event, dressed to the nines and enjoying the ambiance. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a few glances directed your way, but you pay them no mind. Kylian, however, seems to be picking up on the attention and starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I don't like the way those guys are looking at you. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else checking you out."

His possessiveness and jealousy may have been toxic to other people, but you always found it attractive. You say, "Baby, you know I only have eyes for you," as your cheeks grow darker and you put your palm on his chest. He nods in agreement, but that doesn't imply he enjoys seeing other men eyeball you. Your body, including your contours and face, is all his. He is also not the kind of person who takes pleasure in sharing.

As the night progresses, you and Kylian are having a good time together, and he eventually excuses himself to use the restroom.

While Kylian is away, you spot a male friend of yours, Alex, across the way. You wave and he makes his way over to you.

"Hey Y/N! I didn't know you were going to be here," Alex greets you with a smile.

"Hey Alex! Yeah, Kylian and I decided to come last minute. How about you?"

"I'm here with some friends. You know how it is," he chuckles.

You both continue to chat and laugh, catching up on each other's lives since you last saw each other. However, as Kylian returns, you notice his demeanor change. He walks towards you both with an intense look in his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Kylian says as he reaches you. His gaze shifts to Alex, and his tone becomes tense. "Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Alex. He's a friend of mine from college," you reply, hoping to ease Kylian's jealousy.

Kylian's eyes narrow as he looks between you and Alex. "I see," he says curtly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alex. But Y/N and I were just leaving."

Alex nods and backs away, sensing the tension. You watch as he disappears into the crowd before turning to face Kylian, who is still looking at you with a dark expression.

"What was that about?" you ask, trying to understand what set him off. Kylian grabs your hand and begins to drag you outside in the parking lot.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and I already gave you a warning when we first arrived here so now I feel as if you need a reminder," Kylian replies, his voice low and tight.

You're doing your best to keep up with him, your breath quickening as your heartbeat pounds loudly from anxiety and excitement. "Kylian, we were just catching up. "He's just a friend," you say, attempting to persuade him.

Kylian's jaw clenches as he opens the passenger door for you, not answering your initial statement. "Get in there and buckle up."

You sigh slightly as you move into the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt.

Of course, you obey him and remain quiet. You know you're going to be punished when you get home, and even though you don't like getting punished, you can't help but be excited about what's to come.

As you both drive home, he stays quiet, lost in thought. Upon reaching home, he steps out of the car and walks around to your side, opening the door for you in a chivalrous gesture. Gratefully, you take his hand and he guides you inside your shared abode.

He draws you close after stepping inside, wraps his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against the door. He presses his lips against yours with delicate desire, savoring the intimate moment. You sigh against his lips, and he inserts his fingers deeper into your hips, prompting you to whine. He lowers his hand, lifts your dress, and begins to stroke you through your panties. He kisses you once on the lips and then starts kissing you all the way down to your neck. He licks and nibbles on your neck as he continues to play with you through your panties.

"I think you forgot something, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin before raising his head to speak in your ear and slipping your panties to the side, feeling how wet you are already for him, putting two fingers inside you as he continues, "You are mine." You gasp at the sensation of fast pleasure, gripping the door knob as your leg trembles slightly.

“K-Ky-”

"I don't remember ever telling you to talk."

He inserts another finger, causing you to gasp loudly and almost collapse if it weren't for his hand remaining wrapped around your waist. Kylian smirks at your reaction, kissing you on the lips one more time before removing himself from you. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

He smiles at you with desire before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulder, prompting you to squeal as he rushes to the bedroom.

Once into the bedroom, he places you on the bed and immediately climbs over you. As he lays in between your legs, your legs are forced to open up. You can feel his bulge against your needy cunt even if he's wearing dress pants. "Y/N, can you feel what you've done to me?" He pulls your hair with his hand, forcing you to look up at him and briefly bites his bottom lip, "You look so pretty underneath me right now," he says seductively. He then presses his lips hungrily against yours. You moan against the kiss that has turned on more than you expected, lust and need coursing through your veins as you crave him. As you open your mouth to let his tongue explore inside, his lips feel so good against yours. You want him to devour you, take hold of you.

He breaks away from the kiss, stepping away from you as he rapidly removes his shirt and undoes his pants. You swiftly remove your dress and bra while lying on the bed. You're still wearing your panties and high heels. As you were going to undo your high heels with the tie leg design, Kylian presses you back on your back, now only in his boxers. "No, leave them on." They look good on you." He smirks as he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs open. He licks his lips at the sight of your crimson lace underwear, which barely cover your cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me, Y/N. Your body knows who owns it,” he traces his finger over your abdomen. “Kylian please,” you beg as you look up at him feeling needy. “Please what?,” he questions as he leans over you, pressing his hard bulge against your panties. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Use your words.”

“ I want you inside of me. Please, fuck me,” you beg. And that was enough to make Kylian snap.

Kylian gets off of you and stands up at the side of the bed. He slips your panties off and raises one of your legs, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He pulls his boxers down, letting his aching cock to slam up against his belly button. He grabs it and rubs it along your slit, lubricating it with your fluids. "Let me remind you of who you belong to."

He rams himself into you without spending any more time. You exhale a loud gasp, arching your back against his body as he thrusts in and out of you. As he pushes you down onto him, he has one hand on your waist and the other on your leg. He groans as he sees your boobs bounce up and down, his body becoming even more turned on by the pleasurable expressions on your face. "Remember this the next time a guy tries to talk to you," he moans, thrusting harder into you. Because the sensation is so great, you can barely form words or see straight. Your entire body is on fire, and you feel like crying from how fantastic he is making you feel. "Y/N, tell me who owns you….Who does this pretty pussy belong to?" he demands as he pants. Your head is still on cloud nine, and you can hardly hear him as you grip the covers firmly. The only sounds coming from the bedroom are your pleasurable cries, his moans, and the clapping sound of your bodies colliding with the push. “Say it, Y/N. NOW.” He removes his hand from your hip and moves down to rub your clit as he continues to thrust, your body trembling from the feeling. “Y-YOU Kylian YOU OWN ME! ONLY YOU!,” you cry out making him groan and continue to fasten his pace.

Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a few more seconds, did your body begin to tremble harshly- hinting at an orgasm quickly approaching,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he pushes your leg down and grabs both of your hips,lifting your body from the bed slightly as he continues to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy. As he begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “You are so gorgeous my love, I love hearing you cry for me. Your body is mine,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You are all mine… only mine,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian Im all yours! Only yours!,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly and cumming inside of you as well. He thrusts slowly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “You are such a good girl for me. MY good girl,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. You love feeling his cock pump all of his cum in you,after all, you are his.

Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. “Fuck…..,” he grumbles as he collapses against you.

You just had the best sex with Kylian….. you can't even feel the heels on your feet right now. You don't even mind that his cum is flowing outside of you. You're exhausted, but you can't help but think about next time, you should intentionally get him mad to feel his possessive sex again.

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snzhrchy · 7 months

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pretty boy !

karasu tabito x fem!dom!reader

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it <3 might start writing for bllk more tbh ..

notes; inspired by this lovely post .. im so normal ab him ngl

warnings; pegging, anal sex, karasu wearing a lingerie lolz, him whimpering nd moaning too minors dni !

‘So what do ya think?’ came the voice of your boyfriend, Karasu Tabito, who appeared to be very red in the face yet regardless of the increased blood flow, his cocky smirk is still evident across sharp features.

‘You look rather cute actually,’ you coo as your eyes traverse across his frame which was dressed in rather humiliating clothes.

It was your idea, to be honest. One day, you randomly suggested that he should wear a lingerie sometime since he'd look "endearing" but you never expected him to actually do it. So now, here he was, dressed in rather adorable, purple garments that were too small for his muscular frame.

‘Ya think? Of course i do,’ he beams.

Tabito would've called this idea "mediocre" to anyone but... it was you, his dear girlfriend and, how could he ever say no to you?

‘C’mere,’ you say and he obliges, leaving the wall he was leaning against to meet you on the bed. Once he was close enough to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, faces inches apart. You took this moment to enamour at his angular features and his dark blue eyes then, you quickly trap his lips with yours.

The initial contact was a gentle and tender touch of both of your lips, an exploratory kiss. Your tongues softly intertwining, creating a sensual rhythm and your mouths moved in tandem.

Your hands began to roam, caressing and making delicate patterns along the entirety of Tabito’s neck while his hand strongly gripped onto your waist, the other played with your hair. Eventually your fingers found their way onto his bra strap, which you pulled on slightly. After a short while, you let it go. The strap immediately recoiled back into its place and attack your lover's chest, the impact causing Tabito to jump and groan into the deep kiss you both shared, causing you to smirk.

‘Turn over,’ you command after a short while of kissing him. You initially broke apart from the kiss to catch your breath but as you looked at your cutely-dressed boyfriend with his swollen lips (he's also now very red in the face) made you want to ruin him.

‘Yer gonna be the death of me,’ he mumbles, loud enough for him to hear but he obliges nonetheless.

He removes his large hands from your waist and finds his way onto the bed below him and proceeds to lay down, pressing his head onto the pillow, exposing his backside just for you.

Tabito was already expecting the strap but he wasn't aware of how nervous he'd be when you would actually peg him. It took a lot of convincing for him to agree to this and, even with the prepping, he was still terrified of what to expect.

Nonetheless, after he lies down, you waste no time in removing his little skirt, pushing them down to reach his legs so that they dangle near his feet.

‘You ready for this?’ you ask.

‘Yeah…’ he consents.

And then, you slowly insert the strap in. At first, he practically growls from the mixture of pain and pleasure that he’s feeling. You can see him grab on tightly onto the bed sheet below, causing his knuckles to turn white.

‘You okay?’ You ask uncertainly after noticing his initial reaction

‘Yea.. keep going,’ he says, sounding more determined this time.

After listening to his response, you proceed to insert the strap deeper and deeper into him. Even though his face is dug into the pillow below him, you literally know that his face his red, thanks to all the pornographic sounds he's letting out and because of the wet liquid of precum that's slowly started to leak from his tip..

Once in, you slowly start to thrust into him. The pace is gentle and slow at first, allowing Tabito to adjust to the size of it. After a while, you can tell that he’s accommodated to it as his grip on the bed sheets loosen slightly and his breaths start to reach their normal level again.

So then, you speed up. Each thrust brings Tabito pleasure that he’s never felt before. With each movement of the strap, he lets out unholy sounds that surround the entire room. His grip on the bed sheet loosens and then tightens in a never-ending cycle and his breathing gets worse by the second as well. There's also liquid present across his face but you're not sure if it's tears or sweat or both... You also noticed that after each thrust, he bites his lips as an attempt to suppress the lewd sounds that he lets out with each oncoming thrust but every time, his efforts remain futile as he always lets go and moans out loud.

After a while of this continued movement, You're able to tell that he’s very close to his climax with the way he tightens around you and how his breathing has decreased to small inhales and exhales. Moreover, his face is now deep into the pillow he's on and is tainted in a deep shade of crimson. Because of this, you further increase your speed, thrusting harder and faster into him. The action surprises Tabito as he lets outs a yelp due to the increased movement. And, he finally manages to moan out some coherent words for the first time this night: 'ngh... keep going-- [Name]...!'

So, you continue at this pace, thrusting harder and harder into him until Tabito lets out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard and the bed sheets below you both gets covered in his white seed, decorating the bland sheet for you, making you aware that he's finally done.

Satisfied, you gently remove the strap from him and that’s when he finally relaxes, allowing himself to take a deep breath.

‘You’re so good, but, we’re not done yet, Tabito…’

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youcouldmakealife · 5 months

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LBTE: Jared (122-124)

In which Jared and Bryce think they can interact in public without Gabe figuring out they're married, and Chaz Rossi would like to die.

If you want to follow along, the series page is here.

122. Subterfuge

Jared goes to dinner at Gabe and Stephen’s, and it’s nice. Well, nice might not be the right word — Gabe is totally right about the similarities between Jared and Stephen, and if he makes people feel as nervous that he’s judging them fiercely as he feels nervous that Stephen’s judging him fiercely, he is officially sorry.

Those poor Canucks rookies.

Not sorry enough to stop — he doesn’t even think he’s capable of that —

Those poor, poor Canucks rookies.

It’s nice. Would be even nicer if it was the kind of thing him and Bryce could do together, but he knows Bryce isn’t ready for it, and honestly he’s just happy Bryce is willing to meet Gabe at all, even if it’s not as Jared’s husband.

Like, one, progress, but also: hahaha you guys think you can pull this off.

Wins are hard enough to come by for the Oilers without the salt in the wound of a former player getting the game-winner and the insurance goal.

I would like everyone to enjoy the thought of an absolutely incensed Deslauriers during that game.

Neither of the goals against the Oilers were milestones, technically, but Gabe fished the first puck out of the net anyway, got their trainer Dillon to write ‘1st career goal against the Oilers’ on it

Gabe’s such a good A, truly. Would have done that for any of his guys.

If he isn’t careful he’s going to be grinning wide enough to split his face, and that would probably tip Gabe off.

They STILL think they can pull this off.

“My friend Chaz,” Jared says. “He was my linemate on the Hitmen. And um. Chaz’s teammate Bryce is going to be joining in a bit.”

“Nice to meet you,” Gabe says, and when all the introduction pleasantries are over Chaz gives Jared a completely disgusted look.

The way Jared low-key made it sound like Chaz went ‘hey, is it cool if my friend Bryce comes too?’. Chaz is beside himself. Why did he agree to this. (He did it for the lolz. But now that the day has arrived, he is not, in fact, loling)

They talk Juniors for a bit, Gabe telling them about his time with the Knights. He roomed with the captain of the Panthers, which is kind of crazy.

Hi Jake! And love Jared still low-key fanboying players.

“Hey,” Bryce says when he gets to the table, posture almost as awkward as it is when he’s got a mic in his face. “Jared. Long time no see.”

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Um. Nice to see you again.”

Chaz wants to die.

Dinner’s awkward. Well, he doesn’t think dinner’s actually awkward from Gabe’s perspective, at least he hopes not? But it’s honestly all Jared can do not to text Bryce under the table to meet him in the bathroom so he can just hug him, not even do anything else

The only thing more uncomfortable than third-wheeling a couple eye-fucking is a couple eye-desperately-clinging-to-one-another-for-dear-life-ing.

The only thing holding Chaz together right now is the group chat. Also the fact Gabe CLEARLY has figured it out so every extra moment of this is a shared suffering, as he now has a fourth wheel.

Jared would make a good spy, he thinks.

Oh my god, Jared.

“So,” Jared says, trying to think of something to say that isn’t ‘finish your beer, Gabe’. “Chaz. Known him for years.”

He is squirming in his seat he wants to leave so badly, and he is very red, and his fake casual voice is extremely stilted. Gabe is feeling deeply fond of him right now.

Gabe takes a sip of beer. It isn’t a big enough sip, in Jared’s opinion.

SQUIRMING. And Gabe’s been with Stephen long enough that he might just be taking his time because it’s hilarious.

“You know you can just tell me you’re married, though.”

“I did?” Jared says.

“I mean to Bryce,” Gabe says.

He’s still Gabe, though, so he doesn’t torture him with it too long.

“You’re both wearing wedding rings,” Gabe says. “Like, matching ones.”

“All wedding rings pretty much look the same,” Jared says.

Gabe raises an eyebrow at him.

“And I know he’s from Vancouver, because that always comes up when we play the Flames,” Gabe says. “And I know that you’re living with your mother-in-law right now.”

“That could be a coincidence?” Jared says weakly.

“Also you haven’t stopped looking at each other all night,” Gabe says. “And not glances or anything, that was full on—”

There is deductive reasoning happening here, but even if Gabe hadn’t noticed any of the other things, the eye pining would have done it. It was not subtle.

What’s he going to say? ‘No, he’s not my husband, I actually spent all dinner eye-fucking a dude who isn’t my husband’? That’s objectively much worse than eye-fucking your own husband, which Jared is morally and legally entitled to do.

It is Jared’s RIGHT and his DUTY.

“Um,” Jared tries, but he’s mostly blank. He’s not great at making excuses at the best of times, and definitely not when he’s been called out and has no proper defence on hand. He would, in fact, make a terrible spy.

I do appreciate that after Jared makes objectively absurd statements he’s often the first to acknowledge that they are, in fact, absurd statements. (Sometimes because they’re only occurring in his head, because fuck knows all his friends would burst out laughing if Jared made the mistake of saying ‘I think I’d make a good spy’ out loud)

“Totally get that,” Gabe says. “I’ve uh. I’ve heard some stuff about him—”

Great. Terrific. Jared’s very favourite topic.

“Before you say anything, he was like — all of that was before we got together,” Jared says. “And he was young and — the shit the media says about him—”

Gabe puts his hands up. Which means they’re off his beer, but Jared thinks he’s been given permission to book it, so that’s okay. “I didn’t mean it accusingly. You know your relationship better than anyone else.”

Couple fun things here — including Jared’s continued hawk eye on Gabe’s drinking speed — but yeah, Jared misinterprets Gabe a LOT at the beginning because Gabe is almost TOO nice, and Jared reads into things that aren’t actually meant any way other than Gabe said it? And here’s another incidence of it — if Jared had let Gabe finish his message it was assuring Jared ‘I vaguely read some shit but I don’t put stock in rumours and media and Bryce has a clean slate with me’. Basically.

“Hey Jared?” Gabe asks.

“Yeah?” Jared says.

“Nice,” Gabe says.

Look man this guy is common-law married to Stephen Petersen and longtime-liney married to Dmitry Kurmazov, he has to have a little bit of troll in him.

Gabe shoos him off, and it’s kind of embarrassing, the speed Jared leaves that restaurant.

Gabe describes this as, and I quote, ‘speed-walking like a snowbird in Florida on a grimly determined constitutional’

(If anyone’s unfamiliar with the term: snowbirds are people, generally retirees, from northern climes, especially Canada (especially ESPECIALLY Quebec) and sometimes the Northeastern US, who spend their winters in warmer climates. They fly south for the winter, like migratory birds. Florida is a particularly popular destination for snowbirds.)

A constitutional is walking (to aid one’s constitution). It’s dated as fuck anywhere outside like, Victorian fiction. I love Gabe.

123. Quiet Night In

Jared is vaguely out of breath when he reaches his apartment, which might say something bad about his cardiovascular fitness. Or, more realistically, it says something embarrassing about the speed he made it home, considering he’s fit enough to handle second line minutes in a damn hockey game.

Snow birded the whole way home, but I think the anticipation have something to do with the shortness of breath.

He takes a moment in front of the door, partly trying to find his key — he’s got way too many on his keychain now — but also so he doesn’t barge in looking like a complete idiot, not that he thinks Bryce would mind, or like, even notice.

Jared has finally accepted how rosy Bryce’s glasses are when it comes to him.

“You’re home early,” Bryce says, and glances at Chaz, in a way Jared can totally see is a ‘Jared’s home, get the hell out of our apartment so we can hug and then fuck’ look, though Chaz appears not to notice.

Chaz notices. Chaz is ignoring it, because it is rude to give that look to your guest.

“He sort of figured out we’re married,” Jared says. “Something about the matching wedding rings and you being from Richmond and the fact we wouldn’t stop staring at each other the whole time.”

There was pining. There was yearning.

“He said he won’t tell anyone,” Jared says. He’ll save the addition of ‘and complimented me on my impeccable taste in men’ for when Chaz is gone. Which should be soon.

“Okay,” Bryce says, and glances over at Chaz again.

The looks they’re both giving Chaz right now almost make dinner subtle in comparison.

“Out of my house,” Jared says. “Now.”

“I’m literally putting my shoes on right now,” Chaz says. “What more do you want from me?”

“Put them on in the hall,” Jared says.

Jared is actually the worst.

“I missed this bed,” Jared says.

“You have the same one at my mom’s,” Bryce says.

“It’s not the same,” Jared says.

“Because I’m not in it?” Bryce says.

Well, also because this one just seems to know Jared’s body, but —

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Pretty much.”

Good use of your brain-to-mouth filter, Jared, you should do it more often.

“Gabe,” Bryce says.

“Oh,” Jared says, suddenly wide awake thanks to the rush of absolute mortification that runs through his body. Bryce was a great distraction from it, but he suspects that conversation is going to occasionally leap at him right when he’s falling asleep for like, the rest of his life.

Jared is so lucky it was Gabe that happened with, and not literally any other person, who would torture him with it for life, as is their right and their duty.

“No,” Jared says.

“But,” Bryce says.

“Wait your turn,” Jared says, doing his best to ignore Bryce looking sadly at him through the glass.

“But I missed you,” Bryce says plaintively.

Tragic. Heartbreaking. About to break Jared’s fragile anti-shower sex agenda.

124. Hospitality

“May the best team win tonight, hey?” his dad says. Erin’s in a Canucks jersey — Jared’s genuinely surprised she isn’t wearing his old Oilers one to troll both him and everyone in the arena, mom must have threatened her or something — but his dad isn’t, is wearing one from Jared’s Hitmen era.

Jared eyes him and his very Calgarian jersey. “That sounds mature of you,” he says.

Jared is correct about his sister, and his suspicions about his father are also correct, because they’re a bunch of gremlins.

“Dad’s very mature now, Jared,” Erin says. “He’s grown up a lot since you went to Vancouver.”

I love Erin.

“You want the Flames to win tonight, don’t you?” Jared guesses.

“You’re a lock!” his dad says. “The Canucks are making the postseason no matter what! The Flames need this game!”

“Don,” his mom says.

“I’m just saying that one team needs this game more than the other team does,” his dad mutters.

“You want Bryce to beat me tonight,” Jared says. “Like — just to be clear, you want Bryce to beat me? You want your only son to lose this game to Bryce Marcus. Bryce Marcus.”

“Fuck off,” his dad mutters.

“Don!” his mom says.

Jared can’t stop grinning. “I’m really proud of you, dad,” he says.

Simultaneously character growth and character regression because Don Matheson, everyone.

They look all — familial, Jared guesses? Like Elaine’s officially part of the family now, like there’s a Marcus-Matheson tribe. She’s probably going out with them before the game, sticking around after Jared flies out, staying in his and Bryce’s guest room, her and Bryce going to his parents’ place for dinner, eating his dad’s food while all the Mathesons pretend to be nice people for the length of her visit.

At a certain point is it still pretending, or do the Mathesons become nice people when Elaine’s around?

It’s weird how that makes Jared happier than it does like, left out? But good, he guesses. Like, he’ll probably end up sulking about not getting to stick around and eat his dad’s cooking and watch his family pretend they aren’t evil so that they don’t scare Elaine away, but the fact that they’re doing it even when Jared isn’t there, that they want to hang out is — nice. Nice in the same way seeing pictures of Bryce and Chaz and Ash hanging out together makes Jared feel — grateful it’s happening even if he can’t be there.

Jared feels selfless happiness for others and is confused by it.

They’re all chirping him, but Julius’ text is straight up mean. Jared sends back a mean one of his own, and in response Julius gets even meaner. It’s making Jared feel a little better.

Look at Julius knowing exactly what Jared needs.

miss you already Bryce texts, just after Jared replies to a text from Julius saying he hopes the Canucks make it to the Conference Finals. Which sounds nice, but Jared totally knows he means ‘and so do the Flames so you have to play against your husband, bitch’.

It means exactly that. Though Jared added the ‘bitch’ himself.

Soft, Jared replies, but can’t help but add a You too, because he’s also soft, he guesses. But only for Bryce. Julius is getting another mean text.

The duality of Jared.

“Kind of surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner,” Stephen says. “It was all over hockey news when it happened.”

“I was pretty much just following the Flames and playing my own game back then,” Jared says. “Also I was like, twelve?”

This was the meanest thing Jared could say and he wasn’t even trying.

“You’re a baby,” Stephen says.

“Hey,” Jared says.

“An infant,” Stephen says. “Maybe a toddler.”

“I am not a toddler,” Jared says.

“Kindergarten at most,” Stephen says.

Look how fast Jared’s growing!

“Twenty-one,” Stephen mutters. “Jesus christ.”

“Does it help that Bryce is twenty-four?” Jared asks.

“Does it—” Stephen says. “He’s twenty-four? You met — you were a baby.”

Jared is suddenly aware that it does not help that Bryce is twenty-four.

You would think at some point Jared would learn this, but you would be wrong.

“Do I need to call your mother?” Stephen asks.

“Stephen,” Gabe says.

“I’m calling your mother,” Stephen says. “What’s her number.”

As much as Gabe and Stephen never want Jared to meet their parents? Jared is suddenly just as intent that Stephen never meets his father. He feels like it wouldn’t go well for him.

“Stephen,” Gabe says. “Stop, he looks petrified.”

“I know,” Stephen says. “It’s hilarious.”

Jared can only DREAM of becoming Stephen Petersen one day.

#liveblogging the end

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everything-is-as-it-was · 2 months

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Jems found in an old Phil video

So I watched "My mum is a lobster" because I'm going through all of his videos chronologically, right, and I was like- you know what? I'm going to scroll down the comments. There's over 2,000, which isn't as much as others so why the hell not?

And GUYS. The way I could literally see the internet changing from 2024 to 2008 was FASCINATING. Genuinely the coolest thing I've seen all week. The content of the comments was one thing: from people commenting about how young Phil is, how this was just under a year from when he met Dan, to people in 2016 going on about... whatever they were talking about in 2016 yk

But then when you get down to the bottom do you see the real good stuff. There's no replies, since Youtube was structured differently I guess, and a lot of the comments don't make sense I think because they were replying to other comments- but I digress.

The use of :D, lolz, the two carats (^^), the xD, the :S, all relics at this point tbh. Obv some people use them still but see their abundance!

See here again - allll the ellipses, much more than we usually see today, =D, ;[ - man ppl were way more creative back then huh

Just the way people spoke on the internet - obviosuly, again, I'm making generalizations. There are still people who speak like this, of course. But the "random xD" comments really hitting full force

Just laughing here at the last comment concerned about Phil's inbox being bombarded... if only they knew a couple years later lmao

@vampirechibiofreno wanted to be a surgeon mouse for Halloween in '09 I wonder if they ever did

I saw a lot more of people just sharing little inconsequential things about their lives here, too. Seems like in YT comments these days ppl are vying for the funniest comment, whereas people here didn't give af they just wanted Phil to know they had the same shirt

I can just imagine young Phil reading the first post and it motivating him, idk. Just the fact that back then people still said "wow, you're funny, keep it up!" Whereas if someone said that now we'd all be like "uh, we been knew? Where ya been?"

Just some more examples of comments with very '08 energy to them lmao they make me smile

And HERE are some Phil comments!

Again, I'm sure he's responding to people here but since YT has changed so much the original posts were jumbled around. It was so weird to see a comment of his with only one or two likes- felt like I found a rare penny or something lmao

Anywho SORRY for the long post! I just thought this was all absolutely fascinating :)

#dan and phil #dnp #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #dip and pip

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whiteteadreams · 6 months

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Hello~ I really enjoy your fics and wanted to request a Wonho one. Maybe something where he is more submissive x gn/male reader- only if u feel comfortable. Thank you in advance 🩷🫶

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Pairing: Shin Wonho x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship

Warnings: smut, mature language/cursing, reader slut shames wonho (ITS SEXY), reader calls fans whores, aftercare because it's important!!

Smut Warnings: Degradation, reader uses wonho, face slapping once, dumbification, objectification, overstimulation, anal sex

a/n-i am so sorry that this took as long as it did. but here it is! i hope the wait was at least semi-worth it. i truly did some research so i didn't make my writing too feminine, (IT SHOWS I CARE!) unfortunately i'm not too proud of this work but it may be bc this is my first time intentionally writing gn reader or bc it actually ass sucks lolz. AGAIN, I AM SO SORRY!!!!!

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Awaiting his arrival, you sat on the plush couch in your shared apartment. Fuming, you tapped your foot on the floor, reminding yourself to calm down. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, he was yours, they were just fans behind screens. But still, them thirsting over your lover, was something that tested your patience.

From the photo he posted you could tell he was almost done. His muscles bulged from use, sweat dripped down his face and neck, and the towel wrapped around the back of his neck. It shouldn’t take him too long until he was back where he belonged, with you.

whorerat: OMG HIS THIGHS

jenosslut: nah, i can make him sweat

(s)creamingg: my manssssssssss

They were harmless and you knew that. He himself had reminded you. But as you scrolled through the comments of fans lusting after Wonho, your anger grew.

Your eyes snapped from your phone and to the door once you heard his car pull into the driveway. Getting up, you walked to the door, unlocking it and having your hand on the knob. Hearing the storm door open, you turned the handle and swung the door open, scaring him.

Ignoring his shrill shout and wide eyes, you jabbed your pointer finger at his broad, sweaty chest.

“You’re such a slut!” Wonho’s ears burned at your accusation and he caught on quickly but the color remained.

“Oh! You liked my post?” He threw you a lopsided smile and walked towards, lightly pushing past you and inside the house.

“Of course, I liked it! You’re my boyfriend! But it seems like I wasn’t the only one who liked it.” Wonho didn’t take your annoyance to heart, he found it endearing.

“You know…your opinion is the only one I care about.”

“Hmph.” Still, his answer didn’t satisfy you.

“Seems like I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.”

Wonho was taken back by your voice, which had turned dark, husky almost. He turned around to question your intentions but was given an answer immediately when you pushed him backwards and onto the couch.

“Now, what was your motive with this? What made you decide to post a photo of you shirtless, legs spread in front of a mirror, with sweat dripping down your entire body? You’re telling me that you didn’t post that because the attention makes your dick drip?”

“I did it, because I wanted you to do this…”

Instead of even addressing his confession, you just laughed, causing the color in his ears to deepen.

Stepping closer to his figure on the couch, you bent down to plant a sweet kiss on his lips to let him know that you weren’t actually mad at him. You could feel his once tense body release said tension, and he was able to truly enjoy what was coming next.

Without interrupting your kiss, you swung your leg around his thigh before repeating the action on the other side.

“Please, please, just touch me. Do something, please.” Wonho hid his face in your neck. He was too embarrassed to look at you but still knew what he wanted, you.

Teasing your fingers up the inside of his thigh, you could feel the muscles hidden underneath his skin tense at your touch.

“How am I supposed to help you if I can’t even touch you properly?” Faking ignorance, you moved your head, forcing Wonho to look at you.

The color in his face has yet to drain but eagerly, he nodded and lifted his hips. Once his ass was lifted off the couch, he grabbed the hem of his shorts and boxers, pulling both off his hips all in one go.

Sitting back down, Wonho looked at you, anticipating your next move.

“Hard already? I haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe slutting yourself out just gets you off, huh?” HIs eyes widened and he was quick to deny your allegation.

“M-no! Just you, I wanted you to see!” It was pathetic really. How nervous he was, was absolutely pathetic. When he walked through the door, his sweat from his work out had chilled into his skin, but now, new beads were forming at his hairline from the sheer nervousness that was coursing through his veins.

“Aw, how sweet. Wonho got all hard at the thought of slutting himself out to me.” Words dripped with a sweet poison from your lips and he wanted nothing more to catch the drops before they fell too far.

“It would be such a shame if I were to leave you like this, but I guess not, you have all your whores in your comment sections thirsting after you.” Wonho knew you’d give him what he wanted, you always did, but not before making him suffer first, but the fear in the back of his head that today may be the day you make him take care of himself still nipped at his thoughts.

“No, I just want you please! No one else can touch me like you!”

“No one else can touch you period!”

“Yeah, no one else!” He was slurring his words at this point/ Saliva was overflowing from his mouth, causing him to drool all over himself.

“But, because of what you did, I’m gonna treat you like what you truly are. Just a useless dildo made for my pleasure.:

Wonho held no objections, he spread his thighs apart so you could use him to his full potential. That fear of you leaving him untouched lodged in his throat once more as you walked away suddenly towards your shared room. Now with you out of his sight and him knowing better than to get up without your permission, he relied on his hearing for any hints on what you were doing. It didn’t help much as he just heard you rummaging through what he assumed to be a drawer.

Soon the noise stopped and you entered his sight, trying to see what had changed, Wonho looked at you up and down only to be met with confusion. Your clothes were still as you left them but your right hand was clutched around something, hiding it from his view.

“Oh don’t worry, I just got some lube so it’s easier for me to use that stupid cock. Maybe that’s why it’s so big, because you’re so dumb…gotta make up for your flaws somewhere I suppose.”

So lost in desperation, Wonho blindly nodded. You doubted he actually knew what you were talking about which caused you to laugh at him.

“Please, just touch me, I need you. Just use me!”

”At least you know exactly what I’m going to do.” Hooking your fingers in the waistband of your sweats and briefs, you pulled them down in one go and stalked towards the giant trembling man at your use.

Without exchanging any words, you popped the cap of the lube off and squeezed a dollop out onto two of your fingers. Moving those fingers back to your rim, you fingered your hole on top of Wonho, letting out exaggerated moans to get the point of you not needing him across. When his whimpers picked up from you rolling your hips into his, you stopped your little show and decided to get the real attraction going.

Pulling your fingers out of yourself you squeezed another dollop of lube onto them, this time you used it on Wonho, wrapping your hand around his cock, you moved the lube up and down, squeezing his dick harder than necessary. When Wonho jerked up in your hand, rushing your pace, you used your free hand and brought it across his cheek harshly.

“Quit thinking with your fucking dick.” Shocked by your slap, Wonho nodded without making eye contact, as this was uncharacteristic of him, you were slightly worried, that was until you felt his dick throb in your hand.

“You’re a little pain slut, aren’t you?” He nodded more confidently which made you think he wanted you to hit him again, but you didn’t give him that satisfaction and instead of that sharp stinging feeling, he was granted the feeling of you sinking down onto his dick.

Tightly closing his eyes, Wonho gasped at the sudden feeling. You could see him fist the couch fabric and try to adjust to you.

Like the good boy he is, Wonho kept his hands to himself, keeping those hands at his sides, he let you use him like you wanted.

Bouncing up and down on his dick, you changed your pace when you could feel him start to buck up into you. There were several times that you had to actually lift off of him as he got too close to the edge before you allowed him to. Looking down at his cock, it strained, trying to find some friction that would allow him to finish.

“I didn’t say you could cum Wonho…”

Closing his eyes in what you could only assume as concentration, he nodded and you slid back down onto him. But before you could even move, you felt your hole fill with his cum.

“Are you serious? You were being so good?”

Not even letting him respond, you went ahead and started going again. Ignoring his whimpers and pleas to stop, you giggled and tweaked his nipples.

“I told you I was going to use you; it isn’t my fault that you didn’t listen to me or wait. This is just what you get.”

Moans continued to roll off his tongue, and with how loud he was getting, you were worried the neighbors would hear and complain. Connecting your lips as one, you swallowed all of Wonho’s moans as your own since you were the cause.

When Wonho’s hands moved from his sides to yours, you didn’t complain. He pulled you closer to his chest, needing something to secure him as he was getting close again.

“Please, I need to cum again.”

“Wait so we can finish together.” Finally, he listened for once.

His grip tightened drastically, you knew that in the morning, there would be Wonho finger shaped bruises decorating your skin. Clenching down on him, you moved faster, trying to catch up with Wonho so you could make good of your suggestion.

“Fuck, almost there Wonho, hold it.”

Your movements were sloppy, quick and with a purpose. It took only a couple more rolls of your hips before the both of you were coming undone.

You felt your cum shoot out and when you looked at its landing place, it was all over Wonho’s abs. And his cum just added another layer to your walls.

Heavy breathing and sweaty skin sliding together was the only thing you could pay attention to. The feeling and sounds of Wonho fogged your mind and when you looked at him, it was obvious he felt a similar way.

“You did so well. Let’s get you cleaned up okay?” Wonho nodded and allowed you to pull him up and off the couch. He followed your lead to the bathroom and watched you set up a bath for him, even adding bath salt to help with his post workout muscles.

“Alright Wonho, it’s warm enough, let’s get in okay?” Your voice was back to its soft and quiet nature.

“You’re not actually mad at me right? By posting the picture and everything?”

“Of course, I’m not mad! You’re hot and I love that you know that I just gotta show you who you belong to every now and then.”

#wonho x reader #wonho #shin wonho #shin hoseok #gn reader #x reader #smut #kpop #kpop smut #wonho smut #wonho solo #monsta x wonho

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 3. two gamers one chair

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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smau + (1.8k) written work (ik im so sorry lolz )

warnings: mentions of character death. cursing as usual. uhhhh daddy issues? me being overly indulgent n not shutting up :) mentions of choking and not even the fun kind

3:28 Jungwon’s screen flashes and he breathes a sigh of relief, I’m on time. His pace quickens slightly at the sight of a familiar figure waiting for him outside Neo Tech. You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, fingers flying across the screen of your phone. Jungwon slows sneaking carefully behind you before wrapping you in his arms pulling you into his chest with a “Boo!”

You jerk at the unexpected contact letting out a rather embarrassing yelp. Whirling around to find your perpetrator doubled over in laughter. “Ha. Ha. Very funny you asshole,” you say drily as Jungwon wipes stray tears from the corner of his crinkled eyes.

Jungwon chuckles, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t scare you too bad did I? Why are you waiting for me out here anyways?” He takes in your stiff posture, noting the way your fingers clenched around your phone and the half hearted smile you had plastered on. “You okay Y/N?”

“I'm fine Won. You’re about as scary as a 2 week old kitten,” you brush off his worry flippantly and clear your throat awkwardly. “Taeil is uh- doing maintenance today, so we can’t use Neo Tech. I don’t really enjoy the other PC bangs around here so we can reschedule for another day. Or we can go to my place,” you say hurriedly, internally willing Jungwon to just agree to a rain check.

Jungwon considers your anxious demeanor silently. It was clear that you weren’t too keen on him coming over. Normally, Jungwon wouldn’t want to intrude where he wasn’t entirely welcome, but as much as you shared with each other, when it came to your home life, you clammed up. As selfish as it was, Jungwon didn’t want to lose the chance to satisfy his own curiosity, not when it came to you.

“Okay, lead the way then coach,” Jungwon says nonchalantly, bumping into your side playfully.

You deflate slightly before nodding, “Come on, it’s this way,” you mutter, setting off down the street. Jungwon bites back a victorious smile, following you swiftly, matching his stride to your shorter one. Streets and buildings blur as the pair of you walk, masking the underlying tension with small talk and stupid jokes. You come to a halt and reach out, tugging Jungwon back by the sleeve of his hoodie. He turns looking at you quizzically, wondering why you’ve stopped abruptly.

Rolling your eyes you tilt your head at the glass lobby doors “We’re here dummy.” To his credit, Jungwon’s eyes only widen slightly, he tilts his neck back taking in the tall opulent skyscraper you were stopped in front of. Blinking away the vertigo, he looks back down at your strained smile, “Right, of course. Let’s go in then?” You lead him in, nodding your head politely in greeting at the receptionists and stray neighbors that walk by, guiding him through the lobby wordlessly.

“So, I think today we should focus more on eco rounds, your rifle rounds are clean but when you’re saving you lack some flexibility and trigger discipline,” you say, ignoring the way Jungwon watches as you press the elevator button for floor 42.

“Yeah of course, whatever you think is best,” Jungwon feigns nonchalance as you approach your apartment door, punching in the code to your keypad. “Are your parents home? You don't mention them much.” he asks as you both slip off your shoes.

Your jaw ticks slightly at the innocent question, “No, my mom uh died when I was a baby and my dad isn’t around much. He’s off managing the Shanghai branch of his company right now. My room's this way,” you turned, walking away swiftly. You didn’t want to face the look of pity you knew marred Jungwon’s features.

Jungwon’s brows knit in worry at your detached tone, following you and quietly taking in your living room as he passed by. It was definitely nice, but had all the polished refined appeal of an office. There were no family pictures, no stray trinkets to show evidence of any personal touch of its inhabitants. He tried his best to ignore the sinking feeling of guilt, that maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you to come over. Silently resolving to get you to relax and return to your normal cheerful self, Jungwon trails after you into your room.

Finally reaching the comfort of your room you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, spinning to face Jungwon. “The best part of this stupid place, my room. Tadaaaa! '' You announce wryly, giving him your best jazz hands. He rewards your antics with a grin, walking around tracing the posters and pictures that litter the walls. You take a seat at your desk, turning in your gaming chair carefreely as you wait for his verdict.

“I like it, it's cozy,” he voices finally, picking up one of the numerous plushies on the ground and placing it atop your bed.

“Right? Trust me I have the comfiest bed and blankets in all of South Korea” you smirk up at him.

“I’ll have to test that for myself one day. There’s only one problem though,” Jungwon says teasingly, “Where am I supposed to sit?”

You sit up in your chair hastily, “Oh shit my bad, I’ll go grab another chair for you, or you can have this one- ooF.” Your words are cut off by Jungwon plopping down on your lap and reclining back, squishing you into the chair.

“Nope, I think I quite like this seat actually,” Jungwon says cheekily. Your protests and attempts at shoving him off are futile, as he just pushes his broad shoulders back further into you. “What was that Y/N? I can’t hear you sweetheart, you're kind of muffled- OW what the fuCK?” Jungwon sits up, finally letting you catch your breath and gives you a bewildered look. “Did you bite my fucking arm you gremlin?”

“It's your fault for squishing me. I couldn’t breathe you fucking donkey,” you pout petulantly. There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stare at each other before you both collapse into a fit of giggles. The bundle of tension that had built up finally gave way to a familiar sense of comfort. Jungwon shifts slightly on your lap so you aren’t bearing his entire body weight and ruffles your hair fondly. “Thanks for inviting me over Y/N, even if you didn’t really want me here.”

“Oh so you knew and you still chose to come?” you tease gently, wrapping your arms around his waist. Jungwon shrugs cutely in response and you scoff affectionately, resting your head on his arm, “Thanks for coming, Wonnie. It’s nice to have someone else here for once.”

“So what you’re saying is I can come over more often? Because Neo Tech is lowkey draining my bank account” he responds impishly. You jab Jungwon’s side in annoyance, “I literally told you I’d pay for you. But yes, we can come here more often if that's what you want” you concede. "It's not as lame with you here. Now get off me, I need to grab an extra chair and headset. You can start up my monitor and get situated.”

Jungwon obliges, letting you up before settling into your chair. Humming to himself softly, he opens up your computer, placing your headset over his ears and adjusting his hair. A loud ringing catches Jungwon off guard, a mini window flashing across your screen.

Haechanie Oppa Incoming Call on Discord. Who the fuck is Haechanie Oppa?

“Uh- Y/N? You’re getting a call. Some dude named Haechanie, do you want me to decline it?” Jungwon calls out, mouse hovering over the red button.

“Haechan? Oh fuck, can you answer it, I’ll be right there” You yell distantly from the other room.

Jungwon clenches his jaw, contemplating acting as if he didn’t hear you. Reluctantly he answers the call, rolling his eyes as an overly sweet tone calls out, “Y/N~ where have you been Loca! I miss you so much, I haven’t seen you online on discord in ages-”

“Y/N’s not here right now. She’ll be back in a second” Jungwon cuts him off sharply. There’s an audible pause on the other side before the voice laughs gleefully, “You hear that chat? Y/N has a guy over, how many of you are gonna be sleeping on the highway tonight?"

You rush back in holding some wires and headphones, placing them on the desk and plucking your headset off Jungwon’s head, ignoring his disgruntled appearance. You quickly snap the headphones onto your ears and bend awkwardly over Jungwon, trying to adjust the volume settings.

Jungwon considers your odd positioning, before impulsively pulling you down to seat you onto his knees. He ignores the questioning look you shoot him, tilting his chin instead at the monitor, signaling you to get the call over with.

You raise your brow slightly at Jungwon’s behavior, shrugging it off and turning back to your computer. “Hello? Hyuck?”

“Y/N!! So when were you gonna tell me about this guy you have over at your place? Who’s the new boyfriend huh?” Hyuck teases immediately.

“Never, you nosy slut, I don’t need the entire northern hemisphere knowing my business thank you very much. Besides, he’s not my boyfriend shithead, I’m teaching him how to play some games. We’re just friends, oW-” you turn to look at Jungwon incredulously, wondering what had warranted the swift pinch your waist had just received.

“We’re not just friends” Jungwon mutters sulkily.

“Fine, we’re not just friends, we’re best friends,” you correct sarcastically, earning a satisfied nod from Jungwon.

“Ohhhh I see… best friends… and is this new bestie of yours cute?” Haechan’s voice is practically dripping with amusement.

“Yeah he is,” you respond thoughtlessly, wincing once you realize your mistake. Haechan cackles, “CHAT DID YOU HEAR THAT? PLEASE CLIP IT AND SEND IT TO ME HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD Y/N I THOUGHT CHENLE WAS JOKING ABOUT YOU SIMPING.”

“Of-fucking-course you’re streaming. Alright bye Hyuck I hope you choke, you dickhead. Bye chat fuck you all too, you have horrible taste in streamers,” cheeks blazing, you quickly end the call, ignoring Haechan’s desperate pleas not to hang up in between wheezes.

“Well, that was nice,” Jungwon comments, smiling pleasantly at you. You sneer at him in response clambering to your feet, “Don’t even get me started bestie. Come help me with the chair, all we have is the big ass dining ones and I am not carrying that. I should sue you and Haechan for emotional damages.”

“Me? I didn’t even do anything! That was all your Haechanie Oppa” Jungwon protests, following you out of your room. And as two of you continue to banter and scuffle for the first time in months, your house doesn’t feel quite as empty.

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a/n: i'm sorry for how long this chapter is hadjshd i rlly just needed to establish y/n's background. and basically indulge everyone w y/n n jungwon being cute. next chapter will be less word heavy and more smau i promise

am i happy w this chapter? No. lmfao but i hope yall dont hate it.

ok actual notes:

haechan set his own nickname on y/n's computer as haechanie oppa.

when he says chat, he's streaming on twitch and talking to his audience. incase yall skipped his profile, his viewers know y/n n like her.

eco rounds- in game when you don't have enough funds to buy optimal guns and you have to settle for shotguns/pistols

taglist: open! send me an ask to be added!

@woncloudie @itsactuallylina @ifearjwn @fadedluvv @mangowonyo @xiaoderrrr @shinsou-rii @aki1e

(tysm btw to my taglist I appreciate u all n ur interest in this sm <3 mwah mwah mwah)

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rollo-rolls · 6 months

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hiii!!! hope you are having a great day/night!!! i love your blog and cc, it’s so cute!!🤍 i had some wcif’s to ask you and here they are:

the top in this pic (even tho you can only see the sleeve 😂) ⬇️

the top in this pic⬇️

the dress and earrings in this pic⬇️

the top and bottom in this pic⬇️

the earrings, necklace, and top/dress in this pic⬇️

the top in this pic⬇️

it might be a little too much so i apologize lolz 😝

but thank you so much, in advance!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi! Omg, that's the biggest WCIF I've ever received, haha :D Let's try to answer them all!

This top is a private gift from friend, sorry :<

Yellow top

I honestly have no idea, if someone recognises this top, leave a comment, please!

My still unpublished conversion

Earrings and the dress is my conversion that didn't turn out well

This set is my unpublished conversion that I will share eventually

All three are my conversion that I didn't share yet :D

Top

#wcif #ask #reply

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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RANDOM BF TEXTS 2 -

[ jk jin tae ]

JUNGKOOK -

jk: bricked up

y/n: cool

jk: no :/

y/n: not cool

jk: yeah

y/n: forgive my ignorance 😓

jk: ur forgiven

y/n: thanks

jk: where are you

y/n: out

jk: cheating ?

y/n: yeah

jk: thought so

y/n: got too many hoes

jk: but they ain’t me ?

y/n: no you’re actually one of them

jk: that makes me feel batter

y/n: you are welcome

jk: cum

want that

y/n: ew

jk: sorry me and my hoe tendencies i can’t help it 😞

y/n: keep yourself in line booty call #432

jk: it won’t happen again mistress 😣

y/n: good

jk: what if i’m cheating on you

y/n: that would be unfortunate

jk: yeah

y/n: yeah

jk: ok

come back home now :)

y/n: can’t

saving orphans from a burning building

jk: you can leave them

they’ll be fine

y/n: no

i don’t think they will

jk: frick

y/n: pls don’t use language like that around me

jk: frog

y/n: thanks

jk: don’t contact me anymore

mommy mommy bye mommy mommy kiss kiss mommy kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss

y/n: what

jk: *bye

y/n: where you going stink 😣

jk: to beat my meat

y/n: oh

jk: sorry

y/n: not sorry

jk: you know me so well 🥺

SEOKJIN -

jin: my boxers lowkey eating me out rn 🤤

y/n: send pics

jin: i don’t send for free

y/n: fine

didn’t want to see your shit stains anyways

jin: shit stains ? me ? never

y/n: them white draws say something els 🥱

jin: yk lying is a sin right ?

y/n: yeah.

do YOU ?

jin: i hate you

y/n: that really makes me upset seokjin

jin: still getting eaten out btw

y/n: this this your way of telling me you want your ass ate ???

jin: NO

you sick fuck

y/n: i don’t judge

just say the word bae 🤤🤞🏽

jin: bye

y/n: come back 🥺

jin: i didn’t message you for you to be acting a fool

y/n: then why did you message me ?

idk what type of mood we talking in when you open with “my boxers lowkey eating me out rn 🤤”

jin: can i not just share things with the loml ??

you didn’t need to respond

i was just letting you know

y/n: why would i need to know that tho ?

like what does me knowing that piece of information do for me ??

jin: like i said i just wanted to let you know

y/n: maybe you need to be sent to a home fr

you’re loosing your mind bae

i’m worried

age is really catching up with you

jin: fuck you

y/n: 😣

TAEHYUNG -

tae: what if i grabbed ur tits with my feet lolz 😋 read at 8:13

tae:

read at 8:35

tae: ☹️

y/n: never in your life message me that shit again

tae: hi babe ☺️

y/n: i will block you next time

tae: they’re not even that bad :/

y/n: shut the fuck up

tae: i think we should shake things up yk?

y/n: stop thinking all together

tae: …

sorry

i take it back

how are you ?

was thinking about you today :)

y/n: i was fine until you messaged me that shit

tae: i’m sorry

y/n: no you’re not

tae: i’m a little bit sorry

y/n: get lost

tae: no

i cant help it 🤤

y/n: we are officially over

tae: fine

y/n: fine

tae: bye lol

read at 8:46

tae: ok i didn’t mean it come back

y/n: thought so

tae: you are so boring

y/n: i just don’t want your dinosaur stompers anywhere near me that’s all

tae: DINOSAUR STOMPERS ???

they are NOT that bad

y/n: babe…

tae: fr 😕?

y/n: fr.

tae: man

y/n: it’s okay you can wear socks !!

tae: the beauty standard is so fucked these days

y/n: i have fluffy ones for you

tae: maybe i need to prostest

y/n: cute little red ones !!

tae: push the boundaries

y/n: no

you really don’t need to

tae: i have to bae

this is my calling

all feet are pretty feet❤️

y/n: i’m so done

another one free from the drafts i cba to finish this one but love it so here u are

#bts crack #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #jin x reader #jin x you #v x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin x y/n #bts text #bts texts

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please please do alex turcotte “ let me teach you how to skate ” i think it would be such a cute story !!

“don’t be afraid”

alex turcotte x hughes reader

omg i’ve been waiting for someone to request not only something with my baby alex but also this prompt, i love this prompt sm!! btw this takes place during his usntdp era :))

this is just fiction and i know that no one in the hughes family goes with out knowing how to skate i just needed a plot line lolz

word count: 1.3k

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you and alex have always been flirty with one another, but of course your twin brother jack never really liked that. alex is a good guy, so jack never comments on the fact you and alex are so clearly into each other. honestly, the only thing holding you and alex back from dating, is the fact that neither of you can see you’re interested in each other.

“guys i’m bored can we go ice skating” trevor speaks up, pausing the tv. “coach would kill us if we snuck in, plus how would we even get in?” cole says. “not that rink dummy! the public one. it’s only open for a couple more weeks and i really want to go” trevor states.

“trevor you do realize you can’t just go freely skating around, there’s little kids skating too you’ll like crash into them and crush them!” jack exclaims making everyone laugh, including trevor. “yes i know that dingbat” trevor rolls his eyes chucking a throw pillow from the recliner at jack.

“i think we should go!” alex says, removing his head from your shoulder. “yeah you guys can go, i’m staying here.” you state, snuggling closer into the blanket you and alex are sharing. “what why? you’re coming with us, i don’t make the rules” alex shrugs. “shes like, really bad at skating” jack chuckles, earning an elbow in the rib from you. “YOU WHAT? YOU CANT SKATE?” trevor laughs, pointing a finger at you. “shut up zegras!” you blush hiding your face in the blanket from embarrassment.

“you’re telling me, y/n hughes, the sister to three hockey player brothers, doesn’t know how to ice skate?!” cole chuckles. “shut up cole! you’re 5’7 don’t even speak!” “i’m still taller than you” he shrugs. “yeah see this is why i think you guys should go and i’ll stay here” you smile, reaching for the remote. unfortunately jack gets to it before you, and snatches it off of the table. “you’re coming with us, go get changed out of your sweats” jack says as he pushes you off the couch gently. “ugh you guys are annoying” you roll your eyes as you get up to walk to your room.

you change into flare leggings and a thick crewneck you stole from quinn. you walk back into the living room and see the guys putting on their shoes, and you do the same. “alright ready?” jack asks everyone, as he grabs his car keys. “i call shot gun!” trevor yells making everyone groan. “i deserve shot gun! it’s my car too!” you roll your eyes. “oh you’ll be fine in the back with coley and turcs” “you’re sitting in the middle by the way.” cole smiles at you as he pats your shoulder before running into the garage.

the drive to the rink consists of you on aux playing your favorite songs, as you all scream the lyrics. you and alex’s song comes on, and you both start singing in each others faces, pretending your hands are microphones. out of the corner of your eye, you see cole, trevor, and jack all share glances at each other with smirks on their lips, but you just shrug it off. once you guys arrive at the rink trevor is quick to scurry over to get his skates, leaving you four still walking over to the booth. “hurry up you slow pokes!” trevor groans, making you all laugh.

obviously the boys get their skates on way faster than you, since you’re not one hundred percent sure if you’re tying them correctly. “y/n hurry up you’re so slow, i wanna go ice skating!” trevor whines like a child, making everyone laugh. “you guys go, i’ll tie her skates for her” alex says, as the other three boys share another sly glance, before nodding and getting onto the ice.

alex gets down onto one knee and begins tying your skates for you. “alex it looks like you’re proposing to me” you chuckle. “what if i am?” he laughs, making you laugh even harder. “m’lady, will you make me the happiest man alive and take my hand in marriage?” alex says in a horrible british accent. “oh alex, of course!” you say also in a horrible accent. you and alex catch your breath from the laughs, and alex finishes tying your skates for you.

“alright you ready?” he says as he holds out his hand for you to take as a guide for getting off of the bench. “alex i’m scared” you admit, a little embarrassed. “don’t be afraid, i got you. you can hold onto me, i’ll guide you” he smiles and you nod, as you interlock arms. he leads you both onto the ice and you immediately grab onto the wall. “let’s do one lap with you on the wall to get you used to the feeling, but i promise it’s so much easier without the wall” “alex i’m gonna bust my ass if i don’t use the wall!” you cry out. “no you won’t, i won’t let you fall i promise” he chuckles. you guys begin your lap as you’re still clinging onto the wall for dear life. trevor, jack, and cole are all chasing each other around the ice, lapping you and alex horrendously.

“aww look guys it’s little grandma y/n!” cole exclaims as he, trevor, and jack all slow down next to you guys skating at your guys’ same pace. “here alex i’ll take y/n for another lap, you go have fun for a second” trevor says. “hey he’s having fun with me!” you argue. “oh yeah definitely” jack says sarcastically. “i’m having plenty of fun don’t worry” alex reassures you, with a little chuckle. “cmon, let’s switch places man, go have some freedom” trevor says as he removes alex’s arm from yours and links his with yours.

the three boys skate away and trevor looks at you. “when are you gonna tell him, y/n” “tell him what?” you ask, genuinely confused. “we all know you like him, and it’s so obvious he likes you. why don’t you just tell him?” “it’s not that simple trevor. he’s one of my best friends, i don’t want to ruin that” “cmon, don’t be stupid, it won’t ruin anything.” trevor says nudging you, making you wobble. “trevor! you’re gonna make me fall!” you laugh.

“so alex, when are you gonna ask her out?” cole says. “what?” alex says, almost choking on air. “you heard the man, when are you gonna ask my sister out?” jack nudges alex’s shoulder. “uh, i don’t know? she doesn’t like me like that” alex says, making jack and cole burst out laughing. “you’re funny turcs” cole says. “i’m not joking?” “she’s whipped for you bud, she’s my twin i can tell. honestly everyone can tell, you guys act like a couple already anyways” jack says. “oh look, trevor’s about to make her bust her ass so i gotta go save her before the man kills her” alex excuses himself from the conversation.

alex comes back to help you skate, as trevor goes back over to the other two boys on the other end of the rink. “okay get off of the wall now, it’s been too long.” “alex i’m gonna fall!” “no you won’t i promise, take my hands” he says as you do what he says. alex suddenly starts spinning you around slowly and you start freaking out. “alex stop!” you laugh out of nervousness. suddenly he pulls you in closer to him, your head resting on his chest for safety. he rests his chin on top of yours, and suddenly says something that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“can i tell you something?” he says quietly. “yeah you can tell me anything al.” “i like you, a lot.” suddenly your heart begins to race. “you what?” “you heard me, y/n” “i like you too alex, i always have.” he lifts his head from yours, your guys’ hands still interlocked. “be my girlfriend?” he asks you, both of your cheeks tinted pink. “i’d love to” you smile. you guys don’t kiss due to all of the families and children around you, but he pulls you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

#alex turcotte #alex turcotte x reader #alex turcotte imagine #alex turcotte blurb #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #usntdp #trevor zegras #jack hughes #cole caufield #la kings #ontario reign

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