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it takes everything in him not to give in. to press into the other's touch and give him everything he wants. "stop it." there's no bite behind it. theo always wants q like this, touchy and all over him. theo knows he should be resisting him but he presses right into the warm mouth on his skin. "am i joking? you hooking up with anybody else?" theo asks softly. "cause i'm not fucking you if there's anybody else in this equation"

q repeats the word, “networking,” the hand resting on theo’s waist pulls him closer, eyes dropping to the frown before he nuzzles into the crook of the other’s neck, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses just above his collarbone. the slight buzz making him clingier than usual. not that he’s ever needed an excuse to be touchy-feely with theo. the kisses come to a halt as his body shakes with quiet laughter at the comment. as the laughter fades, he lifts his face, body still so close that his lips brush against theo’s skin when he speaks. “the clap? you got jokes.”

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There's always going to be this enormous bliss. Freddie knows nothing is ever going to take this away from him. He still can't ever loosen his grip on Trent. Will never because he knows Trent won't ever look away from him but a million prying eyes look at Trent. "You sayin' it's my fault huh?" Fred teases him softly, amusement alight in his gaze. Fred knows that Trent means every word and his dicks hard about it. Obviously. "You're so fucking-" Fred cuts himself off as he laughs right into Trent's mouth. He's not kissing him, just pressed so close now his visions blurred. Shapes and colours of Trent. He slowly pulls back just to keep his baby waiting. "Doesn't matter, you'll go wherever I put you." He murmurs softly. Fond. Fred's pressing him backwards towards the floor to the ceiling windows. "You know I like when people see you."

It's never tapered off, the effect that Freddie's words had on him, 'You like it,' he'd said to him, he remembers, that first night they'd spent together and all Trent could do was get to his knees to show how much he liked it, still feeling somewhat animal and out of his control altogether. Still trembles a little bit, goosebumps across his arms at being told he's a good girl. His eyes close, lips drawing against his face, half-kisses, a sort of passivity in his movements, even when he's reaching behind to try and nudge his Fred's hand, full with a handful of ass, closer to the crease of his ass, just wants Fred to be in him, all the time. "I couldn't help it, papi." He swears, "You got me like this." It wouldn't be like this with anyone else. "Yeah?" He asks, rhetorical, like that Fred needs him this bad too, makes Trent want to please him even more. "Let me suck you off." 'Cos now that Fred's mentioned it, his mouth feels horribly empty. "Where do you -- where do you want me?"

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I'm going to Texas btw

Levi had opened and closed the conversation every single night since that text. He knows Trent meant it too. No one's seen him out. Levi hasn't seen him out. He tries not to take it personal. Trent will always do what he wants to do. Levi tells himself it has nothing to do with all the embarrassing begging and pleading he'd done. It aches every single day and no man he presses into his bed fills the hole left behind. All he can ever think about is who Trent is fucking with in Texas. Whose got their hands all over him. Eventually he gives up the hope that Trent will come back, find him and tell him he made a mistake. Levi stops looking around the club for him when he's out. He's never there.

Levi watches himself in the mirror as he presses the back of his hand to his neck. Wonders if the cologne is too much. Thinks it's worth it for the bag he'll be getting out of it. The knock at the door pulls him from his own gazing. He's supposed to meet his client at the bar so he doesn't know who the fuck it is and hopes it's not his neighbour with the chihuahua. He's not watching it.

It's not the neighbour. Levi instantly feels his stomach churn at the sight of Trent. It's overwhelming to see him in the flesh, instead of fantasizing about him coming into the club and taking Levi away. Taking him home. His gaze flicks to the suitcase, trails over to the flower.

"Wrong door."

Trent has it in him to give it another go, not misstep this time, get Levi into bed and figure the rest out later. He doesn't though, spares a shred of kindness for the first time today. At the sound latch of the door, he deflates entirely, back laid flat against the mattress. His hand immediately wanders for the warm press of his phone in his palm. Bright, white light emanates onto his face, straining already tired eyes. Thumb hovering over two names, eventually settled on the one that didn't just leave him. A succinct text: Come over?

It’s not good with her, can’t get it up but still has the nerve to be irritable at her sensible inquiries. It’s not like she doesn’t know about Levi, in the same vague sense that he knows she must see people when they’re not together. Trent’s unsure how it ever got to the point where this was acceptable for either of them, and maybe he knows that the only reason they do accept is because it dooms anything outside of it. In the morning, Trent texts Levi. And when he doesn't reply, he doesn't stop. Can't quit it, won't let go.

Good morning

Are you coming over today Let's not fight

Wyd tonight??? 

Ik ur mad but text me back lol

If ur actually done with me then just say so lol Pussy

Miss you

:(

Guy u used to fuck with at Bar9 rn Wait yhat sounds like im talking about me lol *that I mean the guy you said wore his rolex in the shower hahaha Do u still fw me tho??

Why won't u pick up Ok goodnight 

I'm going to Texas btw

A month passes and when he gets back Trent takes an Uber from the airport to Levi’s place. Tells the driver to stop when he passes a 7-Eleven and buys a bouquet of flowers, the petal edges of the twenty-dollar arrangement already starting to wilt. Thinks Levi might get a kick out of it though, snort and roll his eyes. It’s been so bad that he almost believed they were never good. But that’s not true, because he can still hear the way Levi would call him sötnos or älskling and how that had made Trent feel like he’d done something right, which had made him feel like he couldn’t do anything wrong. And he doesn’t think sleeping with him was a mistake, coming undone entirely, mouth wet and warm, panting against the nape of his neck, sweet-smelling the sweat, safe the feeling. Trent raps at the door, he hadn’t texted. Doesn’t know if he’s in, doesn’t know if he’s alone, hands occupied by a bouquet and the handle of his suitcase.

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theo's want and irritation are clashing the more the other speaks. tells him he's single. theo knows that. he's still fucking irritated. the pictures had made his stomach churn and immediately he'd sought the other out. theo's not one to pretend something's not bothering him. his heart's on his sleeve for everyone to see. "networking." theo repeats slowly. the heat is radiating off the other man and theo wants to press into it. he resists. frowns as he turns his head away because he knows if he looks longer he'll want to press their mouths together. "jealous? i'm not trying to get the fucking clap from you."

“we didn’t fuck, it’s called networking.” it’s a weak attempt at saving face until it dawns on him that he doesn’t have to explain himself. he and theo aren’t even together, a fact he often forgets, which is why he didn’t take it any further than harmless flirting with the girl in the photos. “wait, fuck that. last time i checked, i’m single,” he says as he snakes an arm around theo, pulling him flush against his body. his teeth graze theo’s ear, a light nip before he whispers, “but it’s cute when you get jealous, baby.” he can’t help the teasing, he’d be lying if he said moments like this didn’t make him like theo even more.

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Levi wants to snap the moment Eli's flashing that fake smile his way. And he shouldn't find the way the other grabs at him hot but he does and it's even more embarrassing. The blonde is amused at the frantic way Eli's eyes flick around like he's worried who might see them together. "What does it look like you fucking liar?" Levi raises a brow, head shaking as he scowls at the other man.

"Don't I? You keep coming around to mine whenever you want something from me." Levi murmurs softly. "Can leave a mark on me but you can't answer my fucking texts?" And Levi has no shame in double texting but he hates when Eli ignores him. "Who're you trying to convince you're a good person out there?"

He hears Levi before he sees him. Eli politely excuses himself from conversation, turning around. He offers the blonde a sickeningly sweet smile before grabbing him by the jacket, dragging him across the room to somewhere a little more private.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" There's panic in his eyes as he talks in a hushed whisper, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed them. Once he's sure, his shoulders relax as he waits for Levi to respond. "You have no right to question me about anything, and you know this."

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Theo can't hide his delight as he shoves at Kade's shoulder. Laughter peels from his mouth, shameless with it. He doesn't care who sees now. And he should feel bad about how he wouldn't care if Sarah walked in here. It doesn't feel wrong and he knows that it should. Instead he tips his head back wondering if he can tempt Kade with his eyes alone. The distance between them feels massive. "You're very cute when you're jealous." Theo nods slowly. It's usually him who's feeling jealous. When he's a little drunk and watching Kade from across the room. It's tantalizing when he's the one sided up with some blonde and grinning over her shoulder at Kade. "You wanna see me try? Noticed some pretty thing eyeing me all night." Theo shrugs innocently. His hands ache with the desire to reach out for Kade's hips, to settle there and hold him close. "Unless you wanna touch me first."

Kade just grins and it absolutely gives him away. There's no way he can't walk into that game not wearing the jersey. Theo would know, would give him shit for it. And maybe he just wants to indulge the other, let him see what he wants to see for once. No Sarah, just Kade cheering him on wearing his name across his back. Like maybe they belong together instead. If they were alone he'd quit putting so much distance between them, put his hands on Theo's hips and draw him in close. Kade's always pushing and pulling though, always a little rough. But Theo can take it, right? Maybe there's sometimes he slows down, lets Theo see parts of him he keeps all to himself but it's rare. He'd rather be a mystery. Can't get too attached to someone when you belong to someone else. Even if it's just a piece of paper and a band of gold. Sometimes Kade feels like his wedding ring weighs a million pounds so he'll slip it off and stick it in the nightstand so it can't see the infidelities he commits in it's presence. He feels most alive when he's not wearing it and he's got Theo pressed up against the pillows. "Kind of. But I'm always a little better when I'm jealous, aren't I?" He teases but is quick to shake his head at Theo's question. "Hell no. You think you do though and it's cute watching you try."

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there's always been a strange aggravation that comes with media. even if they're staying strictly to hockey he still doesn't like them. something about being paraded around for a media circus makes him want to claw his eyes out. and theirs. this added pressure has made him question it all. but benji's face is enough to remind him. the security the other provides him just by being here. fred rolls his eyes at the others laughter but that fondness tugs at the corner of his mouth. god, benji's annoying. "it was all part of the plan baby, you fell right into my trap." fred teases with a wicked grin. he leans in because he doesn't care and presses their mouths together. "yeah cause you're fucking shameless. everyone's seen everything from you bud."

all he wants to do is take fred away from here. away from the prying eyes and people who want nothing more than to tear both of them down. benji regrets promising too many people he'd be here, especially for fred's sake. "they make you feel like that." he speaks honestly. there's nothing about this he can sugarcoat and make the other feel better about, but he's going to at least protect him from as much of it as he could. he's always been that way where fred's concerned. benji can't stop the laughter that spills from him at the version of the other's story. "alright, we'll go with that. part of it's the truth, i was obsessed with you. everything about you kept me coming back. sue me." there's no ignoring the warmth that spreads through his chest when fred tells him he loves him too. it almost makes him not know what to do with himself. "tell 'em it's none of their damn business. that they can kiss my ass if they want. it's already all over the internet anyways." his shoulders shrug at fred's question. "depends. we'll see how the night goes."

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"what do you think i want to do to you?" ben raises a brow curiously. he's staring daggers into the side of the others head. ben knows he could hurt harrison. he's no stranger to hurting and being hurt. ben loves to dig his fingers in so harshly, leave behind his mark. "i want you isn't that enough?" ben asks him softly. something so uncharacteristic from him. he's usually all harsh edges and violence but the fear of harrison not wanting him back is enough to drive him to softness. "then look harrison."

open to: mutuals only & m / f / nb.

"i get scared of all the things you could do to my heart," harrison begins, tearing his gaze away because he doesn't know if he can hold himself together looking at them while he lays himself bare like this. shaking his head, he brings his eyes back up. "i don't care, i'll look into your eyes as you tear me open."

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“No. We’re not dating. We just know everything about each other. And check to make sure the other is okay. And smile randomly across the room at each other. And have full conversations with just facial expressions. And do everything together. And buy things for each other. And comfort each other. And genuinely believe in each other. But no. We’re not dating.”

— Saying we’re just friends

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"Are you two together?" Theo spits it out like the words taste bad. They'd been out all night and one of their friends had shown Theo some pictures that were seemingly going around. And in those photos was the one person Theo wanted. He wasn't the one in the photos with them. "Or you just go around and fuck anything?"

open to: m/f/nb connection: messy fwbs with obvious feelings

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"oh so you're paying attention now huh?" levi tips his head in irritation. "pulled your head out of pussy to remember i'm here?'

open to : m / f / nb !

" you were planning on leaving ?? " @indiestarter

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give me what started out as friends with benefits but it turned into not being able to stay the fuck away from each other. addicted. jealousy. cravings. nobody compares.

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"Aren't you? Coming in like you own the place. This is my job." Gus says it slowly. It feels like the only thing he has left now. It's taking everything in him not to just grovel at her feet like he wants to. Gus had made his decision and he knows he needs to stand by it. His friends had always said there was something about her. Gus couldn't see it. He'd always thought she was the one.

"Don't come here to argue with me. We've already been through this. What are you doing here?" Gus questions her with a raised brow. "Cordelia. I dumped you. Why are you here rehashing all this?" Gus can't see the value behind this. He's trying to keep moving on. It hits him right in the chest to hear her say she still loves him. Gus wishes she didn't. "Don't do this right now. We don't need to do this."

Muse: Cordelia Choi, twenty-two, trend forecaster.

" I ' M not acting like anything, Gus." the childish rebuttal fell from her lips, almost proving his point. Having her first boyfriend dump her so unceremoniously over something she considered a none issue was humiliating — how he listened to others over herself and effectively showed her where she came in his list of priorities.

" P E O P L E tend to call their boyfriends when they need them, sorry I was unaware of a spoken rule where that wasn't allowed," Cordelia was getting angry now, her voice rising, and she was sure she would have been heard in the vicinity, but her heartbreak was immense even if he tried to (correctly) claim their relationship was one-sided. "You don't get to decide my feelings, when you dumped me over a so-called issue which wasn't even expressed to me when we were in a relationship, you don't get to decide I didn't love you when I still do despite the fact you've broken my heart."

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"Who was it?" Levi's already pulling his phone out like he'll be able to find the guy in a second. Which, he might or he'll probably already know them. Levi's familiar with most of Oliver's clients as the other is familiar with his. "It looks like more then a scratch." The blonde mutters in irritation. Not at Oliver per say but at the fact he knows the other won't spill who it was. Levi will just have to look for anyone with a busted up nose. Levi shakes his head as he finally approaches the other. He wants to stay mad but the urge to touch the other always wins. "Why do you always get caught up with the worst people?" Levi can't help the grin on his mouth. Ironic really coming from him. "You've always got me worrying about you."

Open Starter

Oliver Bowman - 28, bisexual, ‘chem tutor’ / drug dealer

Plot: Your muse is Oliver’s partner. They’re well aware of his real work as a drug dealer. However, when Oliver comes home roughed up one night, your muse becomes incredibly concerned.

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“It was a customer who… let’s just say they had radical ideas about not paying,” Oliver replied, his tone matter of fact as he spoke. “He threw a good punch. I threw better ones back. Let’s just say he won’t be bothering me anytime soon.” As he finished, Oliver met their gaze. Their displeasure was evident with just a look. “I’m alright, really. It’s just a scratch,” he added, for their benefit. Standing casually in the kitchen doorway in nothing but sweatpants, Oliver would’ve looked entirely fine... if not for the brutal purple bruise glaring from his left cheekbone. 

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Jan 16, 2025

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"Yeah, I move on." Which is laughably untrue. They both know Levi clings to people until they both hate him. He just wants Trent to forget her even if it's unrealistic, even if he knows that he won't. There's something so possessive about his want for the other that he wishes they were the only two people left. He doesn't stop walking towards the door because he can't. If they keep going he knows they'll put their hands on each other or worse press their mouths together again. "You're enough for her aren't you?" He shoots back as he toes his shoes on and it feels pitiful. "Don't text me tomorrow Trent. I'm not going to answer you." Levi knows this isn't a problem to be solved. "We shouldn't have done that." Levi wishes he could take it back his touch. Take back the memories of how Trent's body felt pressed into his own. "I have to go. Don't text me."

“What, you just give up on them then?” Trent stares back, steeled mostly, if not for the tears that rust him, something broken as opposed to something strong because he doesn’t want to be given up on. And he’s never known Levi not to sink his fingers into the people that he cares for, and he always leaves marks, even if it’s just the blunted key down the body of a newly purchased Mercedes. And Trent’s not going to get anything, nothing. Just him leaving. No mark. Absent, hollow, dead. No. “But,” He panicking now, even though he’s motionless save for a blinking gaze, some horror artifact resigned to haunting. “But I don’t want to. Why’s it my fault that I’m not enough for you anymore? Just —- I can text you tomorrow. I’ll text you tomorrow.” He nods, outside of himself, agreeing with himself. They can sleep it off, this version of themselves, sever the rotted part clean. Shed it. It will be fine by tomorrow. It always is. 

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"Didn't you do this?" Levi feels frenzied as he stares at the other. His fingers pressed harshly into his throat where the bruises have faded yellow. Normally he'd cover that shit up, thinks it's very high school to have hickeys on your neck. Not now. Not when all he wants is the others attention and he'll really do any fucking thing to get it. "Because you keep ignoring my calls and I'm starting to think you're hiding something from me." The blonde frowns, "Are you hiding something from me?" @falscgcds