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hongthoven · 1 month

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one-shot 𖹭 3k w

pairing 𖹭 kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader

tags 𖹭 fluff, smut, established relationship, idol!hongjoong, family trip, you know he'll be having you in that hot tub at some point

✏️ okay so this wasn't planned but Bumjoong's vlog got me spiraling into some ⊹ ࣪ ˖ thoughts ⊹ ࣪ ˖ and I couldn't stop thinking about joining Hongjoong on that family trip -- and may I add, that hotspring? You know I had to.

pls reblog & comment if you like it 𖹭

When Hongjoong had asked you to join him and his family on a trip to Sapporo, your first instinct was to panic— This would be your first time meeting his parents and only your second encounter with Bumjoong ever since your boyfriend’s last tour. Back then, even the idea of having lunch with Hongjoong and his older brother was already nerve-wrecking enough. Lucky for you, Bumjoong was the most welcoming human and had worked extra hard to make you feel comfortable by sharing some precious childhood memories including his younger brother pulling a tantrum over an ice-cream and how he would always crash his football games with his friends when he wasn’t much bigger than the ball itself.

Now this was different. Meeting his parents, spending days with his whole circle and living under the same roof seemed like a commitment your anxiety couldn’t seem to handle peacefully. Of course you were more than happy and flattered he would even consider bringing you along with him— any signs of this man committing to you more than enough to have you kicking your feet and screaming into a void. Hongjoong was a busy man and dating Ateez’s captain wasn’t always easy when it came to matching your schedules so you could spend quality time together. When he wasn’t spending the night at his studio, your man was either busy promoting his music, writing for other artists, working on his next photography exhibition or flying to Paris’ Fashion Week.

Still— every single one of his accomplishments felt like yours and Hongjoong always made sure to include you in every single step towards another successful experience. So when your lovely boyfriend had kindly suggested for you to take a couple days off from work so you could fly to Japan with his family, there wasn’t much left for you but to agree as Hongjoong did his best to reassure you when you immediately told him about your worries: his parents not liking you, embarrassing yourself, crashing their family time when you weren't even part of it— to which Hongjoong was quick to reply with the most unexpected piece of informations, sending you spiraling into thoughts of a future you were too afraid to dream about.

“Y/N— you’re part of my family already…” That was the validation you needed from him. The thought of him talking about you with his parents, letting them know about meaningful details of your relationship, made your heart grow twice its size. And while you were still nervous to meet them, you knew nothing could possibly go wrong when Hongjoong was by your side.

By the end of your first day, you already felt like part of the family. After hours spent walking in the snow, taking pictures, gazing at the gorgeous landscape and tasting some local delicacies, you were practically tight by the hip with Hongjoong’s mother as you walked back to the beautiful accommodation your boyfriend had rented for the entire family.

“My mom is kind of obsessed with you” Hongjoong growled as you finally caught some time to yourselves, spread out over the bed with your boyfriend resting on top of you, the coldness of his palms sending shivers all over your stomach as he slipped his hands under your sweater with a content sigh. “I’m a bit jealous actually— she’s keeping you all to herself” he almost whined, his lips reaching for your neck, forcing a soft giggle out of your lips “can’t even hold my girl’s hand or anything— such a thief” he added, biting your skin while the tip of his tongue collected your scent, reaching for your earlobe.

“Joongie— your family’s right next door” you huffed, trying to wiggle out of his embrace as he looked up to lock his beautiful yet sleepy eyes with yours. It had been a long day, following a long week of a packed schedule and you could definitely tell he was a minute from passing out from intense fatigue— but he still looked breathtaking with his blonde streaks covering half of his face and his pink lips, tempting as candy, desperately reaching for yours, only to melt into the softest kiss as he eventually complied. Closing his eyes for a minute, Hongjoong made himself comfortable with his face buried into your neck and his hands still resting under your sweater, framing you with his entire body.

It wasn’t long until you heard his breathing slowing down, its delicate sound mixing with some slight snoring from being completely burned out. Happy to see him resting at last, your hands found their way into his hair and at the back of his neck, kneading his skin tenderly as you watched the beautiful winter scenery getting darker by the end of the afternoon.

A knock on the door made you flinch into your slumber and your first instinct was to look down and make sure Hongjoong was still fast asleep— when he failed to react, your eyes found Bumjoong standing in the doorway, trying to make himself as discreet as possible, his palm covering his eyes.

“Are you guys decent?” he asked with a nervous chuckle as you immediately cleared the scene with a soft tone, the sight of his passed out brother making the older one smile endearingly.

“I think we’ll pass on dinner, can you excuse us to your parents? I think he needs this…” You whispered with one hand still locked into your boyfriend’s hair, scratching his scalp softly. Without a word, Bumjoong gave you an understanding nod as an answer and closed the door behind him, leaving you with nothing but the peaceful quietness of the bedroom as company.

After a while, you figured Hongjoong was gone for the night and decided not to rot in bed any longer— your body was getting pins and needles from staying in the same position for hours, keeping your boyfriend locked into your embrace as he snored peacefully against your chest. Though you were slightly reluctant to let go of him, the warmth of his skin as a reminder of how long it had been since you two were in the same bed, you eventually managed to roll Hongjoong over to his side, stealing a muffled complaint out of him as he called out your name in his sleep, to which you replied with a tender kiss at the crook of his neck before rolling out of bed and escaping the bedroom as quietly as possible.

The hotspring was practically calling your name as you walked into the private patio on the second floor, ready to dive into your book and enjoy some snacks while bathing in hot water— now this looked like a holiday. Everything around was quiet, peaceful if not for a couple of birds still chirping into the night. You were thankful for Hongjoong asking you to take a bathing suit although you were left a little puzzled at his odd request for a snowy weekend away— but you also couldn’t miss the little evil smirk on your boyfriend’s face when giving you a house tour, his hand palming the small of your back as he made sure to let you know just how much he expected to have you there, in this bath, as soon as his family would be gone. He would find an excuse, book a table at some fancy restaurant, pretend to have some work emergency and keep you around for support, only to bend you over the tiles and make you scream his name over and over again.

Unable to focus on your book as you kept reading the same page until it made some sort of sense, you tried to remember the last time you and Hongjoong were able to share that type of intimacy, your thighs instantly clenching at the sudden memory of his last concert in Saitama. You typically tried not to ever miss a concert whenever you could travel along but this tour you wouldn’t miss for anything— for months, you had seen Hongjoong practice his guitar skills, lessons after lessons, massaging his calloused fingers every time he took it too far — almost every day, so when it was time to witness your boyfriend in all his glory as he stood on stage ready to wreck an entire Dome, you were actually thankful to be seating alone, your entire body radiating with lust and the absolute urge to kneel in front of him to swallow his junk entirely.

Which you did, precisely 2 hours later, as soon as you were left alone with him backstage. Hongjoong had practically kicked the other members out without any effort to hide his intentions. You could actually hear Wooyoung snickering behind the door and making some crude comment to Mingi about how their captain was about to ‘get some’, which you both decided to ignore. Without any sort of ceremony, Hongjoong was quick to spit into your open mouth and guide himself between your lips, both his hands pushing at the back of your head until you could feel the familiar taste of precum spilling off his slit and into the back of your throat. You could never get enough of the way he seemed to melt against your tongue as you traced every single vein along his cock with just the tip like he was your favorite flavor.

When it came to being vocal, Hongjoong knew how to drive you past the edge of insanity with little whimpers and the nastiest words wrapped into the delicacy of his voice, like the melted chocolate heart of your favorite cake. You would never get rid of the way he often crossed the line, way past his usual cute pet names, only to call you his ‘little slut’ as he rutted himself into your mouth, stealing air out of your lungs as his hands started to tremble into your untamed hair.

The water was getting too hot, suddenly— the simple thought of Hongjoong slowly pushing your lips open with his tip making you foam at the mouth. Without realizing, your thighs had started to press against one another, rolling up and down slightly, just to give you enough friction for a quick relief. You could tell your entire body was now getting worked up over your fantasies, your back arching naturally as you eventually pushed your book to the side, suddenly uninterested in any sort of Literature. Wrapped into a cloud of steam, your body was craving a touch— yours, but mostly Hongjoong’s, and as you slowly slid your hand along your chest, brushing your erected nipple on your way down, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at the thought of being caught. What would your in-laws think? What would Hongjoong say if he heard about his parents walking on his girlfriend touching herself in the hot tub?

All these thoughts were quickly gone as soon as your hand found its nest between your thighs, three of your fingers pressed against your core as a soft moan escaped your lips, echoing into the empty patio. Or so you thought.

“Baby?” Though you immediately recognized Hongjoong’s voice, you were quick to stiffen back into the corner of the tub, red at the cheeks as you turned around to face your boyfriend’s mixed expression. He was definitely confused— but also quite obviously aroused. Not to mention half naked now that his sweater was gone, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants, his hair now a chaotic blond mess from sleeping for too long and his bare chest already coated with steam from the temperature of the room. He looked like an absolute snack you couldn’t wait to devour.

“You should have woken me up if you needed it so bad?” Hongjoong smirked, peeling himself off his sweatpants only to leave you gasping at the sight of his exposed, already semi-erected cock for a second before he dived into the bath.

“You looked like you needed some good sleep” you half-pouted as soon as he pulled you against him, forcing you to sit on his lap with one leg on each side of his frame.

“I need you more” without any sort of warning, Hongjoong reached for your throat, wrapping all five of his fingers around it as his lips found yours, tongue teasing until you caved and deepened the kiss, soft moans dying into his mouth as you started to grind over his lap while his stiffening member threatened to push your bikini bottom to the side with each thrust from your aching hips.

“Fuck— I’ve missed you so much baby— fucking insane—” his words were coming out a little sharpier, halfway between a confession and a command while his lips traveled down to your neck, sucking a soft, pink bite out of your skin with one hand already pulling at your bikini top. You couldn’t help but feel extremely exposed as one of your tit disappeared into Hongjoong’s palm, the other already settled between his lips as he sucked desperately at your flesh like a starving newborn.

“You gonna let me fuck you here?” he asked, his tone the opposite of innocent as you clenched over nothing, pushing your core against his groin until you couldn’t take it anymore. Nothing else mattered now. The glass windows surrounded you, making you both vulnerable and exposed— the idea of his family coming home any minute, only to find you there with their youngest son balls deep into your cunt. All you could think about was to be filled and to reach climax as soon as possible. It had been weeks since you had last felt Hongjoong’s body so close to yours and a treat was overdue.

“Please” you almost weeped, using your fingers as a hook to push your bikini to the side until you felt his tip pushing against your entrance, thicker than ever.

“Oh you’re gonna beg, love?” you couldn’t say a thing— not a word— as you nodded almost hysterically, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth like a misbehaving child ready to be grounded. Though his words were tempting and his gaze wrapped into that cocky frown you knew too well, Hongjoong’s hands were nothing but tender over your skin, his love pouring out of him in the shape of his palms stroking your arms, shoulders and the back of your neck like you were nothing but glass, about to shatter against his chest.

“You’re so fucking pretty— can’t believe you’re mine” his words took you by surprise, his thumb brushing your bottom lip while you felt him aligning himself perfectly against your aching core. His eyes were locked on the way your mouth instantly wrapped around his digit, sucking at the tip like the ghost of that part of him you were now craving.

“Go ahead and beg” he added, more demanding this time, your body going limp against him as you struggled to even breathe from the absolute urge to be consumed entirely by the love of your life.

“Hongjoong— please?” you finally begged, lips turned into a pout while your hand reached for his cock, ready to wrap around it. You had never felt emptier.

“What do you think you’re doing, love?” Hongjoong smirked, his own hand wrapping around yours but never truly stopping you.

“Need you” you were a blurbing mess by now, lids heavy and hips almost jolting against him as you felt him stretching you out a little with his tip only, both your hands still tightly wrapped around his shaft. You could feel every inch of him— into your palm, pushing against your walls, everywhere, always amazed at the way his cock seemed to be exclusively crafted for your cunt.

Once he was settled, balls deep into you, Hongjoong reached for the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest as you instinctively rolled your hips against him, collecting the sweetest sound out of his throat as your boyfriend tilted his head back, hitting the tile with his wet hair while thrusting painfully slow into you. The room was filled with soft, muffled moans and the sound of water splashing over the rim, soaking the floor with each, deeper thrust. Everything felt and sounded like absolute bliss— the roughness of his chest against your palms, the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass cheeks everytime he pulled you harder, bottoming out only to rocket his hips back into you— nothing could beat this feeling, this fullness, the sincere love you could see in his eyes as his lips turned into an ‘o’ every time your eyes met.

Reaching for your neck, Hongjoong pulled you closer to melt his lips into yours, his kiss more eager this time as his tongue battled with yours while his hand kept you still with a soft grip around your throat. Lost into his embrace, it took you a minute to realize he was now completely still inside of you.

“Could stay like this forever” he smiled, his palm cupping water on the surface only to pour it over your chest, his eyes following every drop as it raced over your breast like the most beautiful piece of Art. While still tightly clenched between your folds, the way he gazed at you, his fingers tracing some invisible forms over your chest, was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced with anyone. Something in his eyes made you feel safe and vulnerable at the same time, like you were precisely where you belonged.

It only took a few more thrusts for you to bite a moan into his shoulder, your entire body stiffening with bliss as Hongjoong chased you to the top, his entire face buried into your chest as he lifted himself just enough to rocket back into you harder until his cries echoed into the quietness of the night while your walls locked around his load, turning him into absolute shambles as Hongjoong started to shake slightly into your arms from a hint of overstimulation.

Red at the cheeks, blonde streaks pushed back, Hongjoong tried to compose himself, his breathing gone to absolute chaos as he kept his arms locked around your figure, unwilling to let go just yet.

“Think I’m gonna marry you” he blurted out, his forehead pressed to yours— leaving you once again, completely speechless.

#ateez #kim hongjoong #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez fluff

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lovelyhan · 10 months

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kai… my love, my most beloved and precious kai.. imagine inflection point cheol pulling you into the locker room after his teammates leave to warm up so that he can fuck you against his locker because he says it brings him good luck before a game.. and while you’re watching him play, hannie notices that a little bit of cheols cum is dropping down your thigh so he pulls you into the bathroom of your private seating area and he fucks cheols cum back inside of you and then stuffs you with his cum as well.. and when cheol greets you after the game with sloppy kisses cause he needs to fuck the adrenaline of winning out he notices you’re full of more cum then he left you with and he gets all pouty because you and hannie went to fuck instead of watching him play (and maybe he decides to be mean to the both of you that night with rough sex that leaves you and hannie completely dumb and sore…)

(love from inflection points #1 fan)

SC & JH — 02:55

you're insane. you're crazy. why would you leave this here? have you thought about my wellbeing??????

warnings: established poly, mlm undertones, smut (MINORS DNI)

a request for the inflection point series!

even when you dated him the first time, you were well aware that choi seungcheol is nothing short of insane.

but for your multimillionaire athlete of a boyfriend to purposely stay behind when all his teammates were headed to the field for a reason like this?

honestly? you completely expected it.

"this pretty pussy's just what i needed, baby," seungcheol rasps into your ear as he drives his aching cock into you with ruthless precision. "my little good luck charm."

you respond with a moan muffled into the palm of your clammy hand as your boyfriend pounds you into the cool metal of the lockers. unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time seungcheol was shameless enough to lie to his team—saying that he needed to have a word with you first before catching up for pre-game warm-ups.

of course, none of the other boys bought their captain's lie. you could've sworn you heard mingyu bet on how long seungcheol is going to take this time with wonwoo, but that's besides the point, really.

"remember when you used to kiss me for good luck before my games back in high school?" he chuckles, mouthing at the curve of your neck.

"t-this...this isn't just kissing, cheol," you mewl when he sucks at the skin above your thrumming pulse, arching your back against the vertical surface behind you as seungcheol paws at your tits through an old jersey of his that you repurposed into a crop top. "hurry up! hannie's already waiting for me, you horny idiot!"

your walls squeeze around his length like a vice—your juices squelching with each pass into your tight cunt. neither of you have enough time to fool around whenever seungcheol gets in the mood for a quickie in the locker rooms, so it's a good thing your boyfriend knows you well enough to make you come in record time.

his cock slams into you even harder when he crushes his mouth back onto yours—swallowing your lovely little moans as heavy balls slap against your mound. your skirt's more than ruffled at this point, but you can't bring yourself to care when he fucks you so good.

"you're squeezing so tight around me, sweetheart," he sighs against your lips—eyes glazed with equal parts lust and adoration as he hooks both of your thighs across his elbows. "you can pretend all you want how much you're in a hurry, but your cunt's telling me another story. my baby wants me to take my sweet time stuffing her full, huh?"

his blatant display of strength is so fucking hot, the pleasure he's giving you merely intensifies. seungcheol smirks when he feels your pussy flutter around his length—loving the way your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull as he wrecks you in the name of good fortune.

"y-your cock's too big, cheolie," you mewl, biting your bottom lip to keep your moans from spilling out.

"too big? but weren't you the little minx who insisted that she could take me and jeonghan in her tiny pussy at the same time?" he taunts, quoting something you blurted out in a fucked out delirium sometime ago. "suddenly can't take it when i'm splitting you open anymore? what happened to all that spunk, baby?"

"quit stalling and just come inside me, jerk!"

seungcheol heaves another condescending laugh before pressing a firm kiss on your lips.

"gonna fill you up and you'll go sit right next to han during my game with your pussy dripping with my cum. make sure you don't waste a single drop, okay beautiful?"

you're far from your own release but it's the last thing on your mind when you're working on a time limit. nonetheless, you still preen at the feeling seungcheol twitch inside you before his thick cum gushes into your cunt in white hot spurts. you love it when he claims you like this—painting you in colors only he can mix together.

your athlete boyfriend does the honors of helping you put your underwear back on—making sure to pull the cotton taut against your ruined cunt to make you feel just how much he came inside you. the bastard even pats your pussy over the fabric with a sleazy smile.

"don't waste a drop, alright?"

"there you are."

jeonghan's relieved tone makes you a little guilty when he welcomes you to the private viewing deck he rented out in the stadium. while you typically enjoyed being surrounded by the defeating cheers of other onlookers in the stands, it's nice to have your own private space after what seungcheol just put you through.

"the game's about to start. i was starting to wonder where you ran off to this time." jeonghan pouts before helping you to your seat by the wide viewing glass.

you feel your face flush several shades darker, wondering if you did a good enough job at straightening yourself out in the restroom before hurrying over here. if jeonghan notices your internal distress, he doesn't show it.

today's game is a fundraiser of sorts for helping aspiring athletes who can't afford to go to prestigious sports universities in the country. the company that you and jeonghan work for is one of the main sponsors for the event, but even if it wasn't, you'd still be more than happy to watch one of seungcheol's games with him.

at least, that would be the case if you weren't squirming in your seat every ten seconds.

jeonghan, ever-so keen with your mannerisms, glances at you five minutes into the first half.

"you okay, sweetheart?" your boss-turned-boyfriend murmurs. "you're looking a little flushed. and sweaty. should i turn up the ac?"

you shake your head vigorously, pressing your thighs together as you hold back any lewd noises from the sensation of seungcheol's cum seeping out of your entrance. "n-no, i'm good, hannie. i'm just a little worn out from running all the way here."

the look on his face tells you he isn't convinced by your reasoning, but by the grace of whatever gods are out there, jeonghan lets it slide.

ten minutes in, your high-strung body is starting to cool down—the need for release that pulsed heavily in your core now subsiding into a dull ache. you manage to follow seungcheol's form around the field without wanting to kill him for leaving you high and dry.

thirty minutes in, jeonghan places a hand on your thigh—a gesture you don't really think twice about because he's always liked offering up the comfort of his touch even when you don't ask for it.

by the time the second half starts, that seemingly innocent hand starts to creep up your skirt.

"oh? so that's why," he chuckles when he finally discovers the mess between your thighs. "should've known cheol whisked you off for his new pre-game ritual again."

you can't help the way your thighs inch further apart as jeonghan massages your slit through your soiled underwear, making even more of seungcheol's release dribble out of your hole.

"hannie," you plead without really knowing what you're asking for.

your boss lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your nose all while he starts building up your arousal all over again. "what is it, baby? our boyfriend's cum wasn't enough for you? greedy girl."

you shake your head, pawing at his chest to tug him closer. "didn't come..."

"hm? what's that?"

oh, fuck it.

disregarding the possibility of being seen by others outside the viewing deck, you slide yourself over to jeonghan's lap—facing him with a pathetically horny look on your face as you grind your hips into his. seungcheol's cum easily seeps through your panties and onto jeonghan's trousers, but your boss is the last person to scold you for such promiscuous behavior.

"cheol didn't make me come," you whine as jeonghan's hands rest against your hips. "wanna come so bad, hannie. need it. need you."

jeonghan shakes his head with an amused laugh as you continue grinding yourself onto his hardening length.

"one of the company's best employees, reduced into a cockdrunk mess on my lap," your lover tuts before thrusting his hips to give you the friction you craved. "want me to take you right here? where everyone can see?"

you do. god, you really fucking do, but—

"bathroom?" you ask meekly, and it jeonghan springs into action in a heartbeat.

your boyfriend forgoes all the foreplay he'd typically resort to when he's about to split you in half on his cock—knowing full well that the passage will be much too easy with how much cheol left you to deal with.

"he's such a selfish little bastard sometimes, no?" jeonghan sighs with false sympathy as he props you up against the sink—the sound of him unzipping his trousers like music to your ears. "pulls our princess to the side to fuck her and doesn't even think about making her come? he left such a filthy mess behind, too."

you nod a little mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight if jeonghan pumping his length into full hardness. "you'll make me feel good, right hannie?"

your boss flashes you a lazy smile as he slides his cock along your sensitive slit—making those prickles of pleasure flare across your skin once more.

"when have i ever said no to you, darling?"

he slides almost too easily into your velvet heat, cursing at how filthy you feel around him with yours and cheol's combined release coating his length. but this is far from the first time jeonghan's had seungcheol's sloppy seconds, and he easily sets a rhythm that has you curling into his embrace as he fucks your other boyfriend's cum back inside you.

"been a while since we had sex this messy," jeonghan groans, his beautiful face coming into view when he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "i fucking love it when your slutty little pussy's filled to the brim. i'm no olympic-level athlete like cheol out there, but i can fuck you until morning if you asked me to, sweetheart."

your trembling fingers manage to find purchase on the front of his neatly pressed button-up, your muscles clenching around jeonghan's thick length as he drives himself into you with fervor that could rival seungcheol's.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, lacing your fingers around his nape. "hannie, f-feels so good. so fucking good. wanna come on your cock. please, i'll be good. i'll be so good for you, i promise."

another thing jeonghan likes about fucking you when you're high off your own desperation is how mouthy you get. under normal circumstances, you'd be too embarrassed to start babbling like the cock hungry mess you are right now, so he'll definitely milk this opportunity for all it's worth.

the sight of seungcheol's cum gathering at the base of his cock in a creamy ring nearly makes him come on the spot. the sound that echoes in the tiled walls as jeonghan fucks it all back into you makes his head swim and he knows perfectly well that you're feeling the exact same way.

"our sweet little princess is already so good for us though," he coos, leaning closer so that you can feel his uneven breath on your face. "you let cheol use this cute pussy of yours for some stupid good luck ritual even if he didn't make you come."

he emphasizes the words with a harsh thrust that quite literally drives you up the wall and you croon out his name like it's the only word you know.

"h-hannie," you pant with a line of moisture pooling across your lasbes, desperately bucking your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as you claw your way to the apex of release. "'m so close, fuck. need you harder—deeper."

"demanding as always," he laughs softly before planting another kiss on the tip of your nose. if you weren't so fucking close to tears, you would've protested. "i got you, sweetheart. i'll let you come as many times as you want. our pretty baby deserves as much."

making good on his own promise, jeonghan fucks into you at an angle that has stars dancing in the seams of your vision. your lover sneaks a hand between your joined thighs, rubbing your oversensitive clit in tight circles that have you biting into his clothed shoulder.

your walls start to clench deliciously around his cock as you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer—not wanting even a microcosm of space to come between you.

"you're gonna let me come in this sloppy pussy, princess?" he whispers, the breathlessness in his voice betraying his composure. "gonna let me use you like cheol did? don't worry though, darling. unlike him, i won't leave you wanting."

the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the sparks of sensation shooting down your spine every time the pads of his fingers graze your clit it what pushes you over the edge. jeonghan silences your loud moan with a firm kiss, fucking you through your much-anticipated orgasm as he pinpoints his own.

"so fucking good for me, our sweet little baby," he growls as the mess between your thighs drips onto the marble sink. "fucking love how your cunt squeezes around me. i'm so close, darling. do you want me to—"

jeonghan's words are interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss as you slide your hot tongue against his. "give it to me, hannie," you breathe without pulling away, fingers threading themselves into his messy hair. "want your cum with cheol's. wanna be filled with both of you."

oh, he's only a man and you're one of the two best things that ever happened to him. how could he not heed your wishes?

as promised, jeonghan releases into your abused cunt with a guttural noise, hips never ceasing as he pumps his load inside you. you feel so full—both of your lovers' cum mixing in the sloppiest mess you've ever had between your thighs.

yet somehow, just when the two of you finally caught your breath and jeonghan is just about to offer to clean you up, you lower yourself back onto the floor—turning around with shaky legs as you bend over the sink to present the masterpiece they've made out of your cunt.

then, with the most devilishly innocent look you can muster:

"can you give me more, hannie?"

Cheol: where are you guys? you told me you'll both meet me by the locker rooms after the game. don't tell me you left without me :(

Hannie: we're kind of busy, babe

Cheol: ? busy with what?

Cheol: what could be more important than congratulating me after we won the game?

Hannie: [Sent an image.]

Cheol: oh. OH. so THAT'S how it's gonna be

Cheol: having fun without me again... you're both going to get it tonight, mark my words

Hannie: we never complain when you have fun with either of us when the other's not around, big sulky baby

Hannie: and cut her some slack. this one's taken enough cock for today, don't you think?

Cheol: well, i still need to get the adrenaline out of my system. what do you suggest i do about it huh?

Hannie: :)

Hannie: i gladly offer myself as tribute

#svthub #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #jeonghan smut #scoups smut #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #💘 nova #💭 request #lovelyhan #📝 drabble #tbh this is WAYY too long to be a drabble but 😜

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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He Takes a Skype Call

Price had been home for hours already, and other than kissing you passionately when he walked through the door, he’d been tied to his phone, his second phone, his datapad, and his home computer ever since. You had worn his favorite outfit, the little crop top with your spandex shorts that always drove him mad. Hell, you’d even bought a new bottle of his favorite perfume, covering your skin and hair in the scent. You were practically begging him to rail you on the floor of the foyer, but no such luck.

He was in his office now, on a call with Laswell. His computer screen was facing the back wall of the room, so if you walked in, he could see you from around the monitor, but whoever he was video calling could not. You heard him grumbling about his reports, or intel, or some other world-ending garbage, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You opened the door silently, just like he had taught you when you were going through his overzealous home defense training, your footsteps making no sound on the floor. Price spotted you immediately, eyes darting up to watch you enter before focusing back on his Skype meeting. It was Laswell. You could hear her harsh voice, complaining about Russia again.

Pulling your shirt off of your head, you showed off his favorite bralette to him. It was black and lacey, your nipples covered by little pink bows. You pulled off your shorts to show him the matching set. Crotchless. You had come prepared. Price made eye contact with you, eyes full of panic and stern denial. You ignored him, knowing he wouldn’t give you away to Laswell, much to his chagrin.

You smiled at him, letting him hear how wet you were as you sunk your forefinger into your pussy, pulling it out to wear your slick on your mouth like lipgloss. He shifted in his seat, breathing heavily. You crawled under the huge desk, thankful he was a fan of modern furnishings. This thing was pure glass, and you had easy access to his trousers between the legs of the table.

Price was making hand signs below the table, trying to convince you to stop, halt, cease, and desist. You knew you’d probably be in for quite the punishment after this call was over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He resisted your touch when you tried to move his knees apart, but a small, nearly inaudible moan from you made him panic, surrendering to your desires.

You spread his legs open, rubbing your hands up his thick thighs, in awe of his immense size. You could feel his warmth radiating through the fabric. As you let your palms pass over his zipper, he held his reaction from you, staring right at the screen, pretending to hang on every word Laswell had to say.

The button of his pants popped open easily. The zipper was tight, and you struggled. He grabbed your hand with his own, still not looking down at you, but he stopped you and took the zipper down himself, silently consenting to your attention. You could see his belly swell and sink with his labored breathing.

Your captain almost never wore underwear, so his cock was waiting for you beneath the fly of his pants, still soft but twitching and eager. You used your hand to convince him to harden, pumping him delicately, using your tongue to lick and mat the hair around his base and balls. Only when he was firm did you begin to suck on his smooth head, letting your spit drip down his shaft, making all of your movements easier.

Price took over for you, grabbing the back of your head by your hair and shoving you down until your nose was buried in his hair, your mouth full of his growing rod. You had your hands on either side of his hips, holding yourself up. He used his other hand to delicately pet your cheek, trying to convince you to relax.

He’d done this to you before. One time, after a particularly difficult deployment, the captain had come back to you a little broken. He was bandaged and bruised yes, but emotionally, he was truly wrecked. You thought he would want to use your body to relieve some of his stress, usually so fierce and hungry. But, he just wanted to put himself inside of you, warming his cock in your body. First, it was your mouth, then your pussy, hardening and softening all night in you, never really fucking you in a normal way. In the morning, he made love to you like he was worshiping you, both of you shedding tears into each other’s skin, releasing the pain of it all.

Now, he held you in the same way, clutching your head to him, making it hard for you to breathe, but you swallowed him, repositioning the angle of your throat so you could breathe in and out through your nose, and settled in. If he wanted you to, you would keep him in your mouth forever, drinking in his taste and scent like an addict. His attention was still focused on Laswell, who was going on about some sort of financial issue, and Price looked appropriately concerned.

You moved your tongue up and down his shaft, sucking lightly and swallowing as best you could. You were drooling, and your spit was running out of the corners of your mouth, dampening his pants. But, you weren’t embarrassed by it; you felt so proud to be able to give him this pleasure.

As the meeting dragged on, he managed to scoot himself, inconspicuously, down to the edge of the computer chair. One hand was visible above the desk, as he was writing in his datapad, but the other was touching you at all times - rubbing the soreness from your jaw, tightening and loosening around your throat, grabbing the nape of your neck roughly, and when it was safe to do so, he would pretend to stretch just so he could play with the little pink bow above your nipple, teasing it deliciously.

You used your hands to play with your breasts on your own, and every touch was sending tingling sparks right to your core. It was pathetic, sitting there, choking on his cock, humping the air, desperate for even the most feather-light touch. But, you didn’t care. You had one singular mission: keep John Price warm and wet and hungry for you.

Finally, too cock-drunk to handle it anymore, you moved your hand down to your pussy. It was swollen, flooded, and painfully prepared for attention. Price looked down at you as your hand began making wet, slicking noises, worried that Laswell would hear. He used his hand to grip your chin tightly, threatening you. You ignored him, sucking his cock in earnest now, bobbing your head up and down his engorged length, struggling with his girth as usual.

“Laswell,” Price asked, “Can you send this intel to my sat-tab? I’m getting another call.”

“Sure thing, Captain. We’ll talk soon.”

The computer made the closing noise and Price turned his full attention onto you. His blue eyes were hooded from lustful bliss, and he was breathing raggedly in long rumbling gasps. When you heard his voice, your blood ran cold,

“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, pretty girl.”

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Hate Me, Hate Me (Chase Me, Chase Me) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: For the alex morgan fic can i request for the gp!reader where hate sex!!! like on pitch alex are pushing reader n they became fucking mad n just wreck alex of the pitch...

I changed the plot a tad, because I think hooking up on the pitch MAY be noticed.

So, this is a something new for me, so I decided to give it a try, consent is 100% in this fic, I'm not into writing anything like that. Reader is G!P, and needless to say, multiple warnings for smut, and cheating, this is basically porn with a bit of plot, if you squint, so PLEASE let me know what you think, this is something new for me and I'm a bit nervous, so please be gentle.

Your nostrils flared as you shot the San Diego Captain, Alex Morgan a vicious glare, the woman glaring back.

Ever since you were drafted from the North Carolina Courage to the San Diego Wave, you’d done nothing but, butt heads with the forward, the woman seemingly on your ass more than she was any of your teammates.

“Listen, I don’t know how they do it over at NCC, but here, I’m your captain, and I dictate play.” She bites, turning her back on you and moving to the practice field’s sidelines.

Unfortunately for you, you were the only ones on the field, the rest of your teammates at home by now, whereas you were forced to stay back by Casey Stoney at the request of Alex Morgan.

“Obviously, NCC dictated play better, maybe it was because they didn’t have you as captain.” You snarl, her blue orbs icy as she turns towards you.

“I’m a better captain than ANYONE in the NWSL, especially O’Sullivan.”

You scoff as she marches over to the bench and hastily grabs her things.

“What’s wrong Morgan? Can’t take the heat?” You growl as you follow quickly after her, Alex marching towards the parking lot.

“No, I just can’t stand seeing your face any longer.” She snarls as she makes her way towards her car, slamming the door loudly the second she’s inside.

You shake your head angrily, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Bitch.”

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The following weeks are much of the same, Alex Morgan demanding you stay behind after practice, to practice solely with you, and getting on your nerves each and every single time.

“Why is it that you think I need to stay behind every practice?” You bite, Alex’s eyes narrowing.

“Because you need more practice, NCC is small fry compared to The Wave.”

You roll your eyes.

“You’ve been here what? Three years?” You snort. “NCC has been here for seven.”

Alex drops the black and white ball she was holding in her hands to the turf before marching towards you.

“NCC drafted you, remember?” She bites and you roll your eyes.

If there was one thing you hadn’t expected when you joined the San Diego Wave, it was for Alex Morgan to loathe you as she did.

You’d heard nothing but good things about the forward, but seemingly, none of those things were true.

She’d been nothing but cold, and hateful towards you, since the moment you met, as if she hated you more than anything in the world.

“Yeah, I just don’t know why they drafted me HERE of all place.” You growl, the forward snorting.

“Maybe they just didn’t want you around anymore?” She snarls and you laugh.

“It’s funny, I heard SOOOOOO many good things about you before I got here, looks like it was all nothing but bullshit.”

Alex smirks, taking a step closer to you.

“No, it isn’t, if you weren’t so infuriating, maybe we’d get along.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stomped towards the bench, sending Alex Morgan one final glare over your shoulder before snorting.

“As if.”

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Alex Morgan was getting on your every nerve, the sight of the woman making your snarl.

You wouldn’t lie, the woman was INCREDIBLY attractive, just because you hated her guts didn’t mean you were blind.

It was soon after, that you found yourself lusting for her, despite the way she treated you, you couldn’t help to think what it would be like to have her pinned beneath you, to have that power over her, with her consent of course.

But you knew that would never happen, she was with Servando Carrasco, still though you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that power, to have her at your mercy.

“Hey!” You jump, your eyes locking with Alex Morgan’s cold blues.

“What?” You growl, the woman rolling her eyes.

“We’re running drills.” She nods her head towards the remainder of the team who are lining up, a sigh leaving you as you make your way passed her, your shoulder bumping hers.

“Watch it.” She says, her teeth bared and you smirk.

“What are you going to do about it Morgan?” You ask, the woman’s blue orbs raking down your front, pausing on the apex of your thighs before her eyes meet yours.

She huffs, pushing her way passed you, joining your teammates, your brows furrowing as your eyes drop to the bulge in your shorts.

It was no secret to literally anyone that you were intersex, almost everyone in the NWSL accepting you for who you were, but it looked like, there was one person who didn’t and that was Alex Morgan.

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No matter how much you infuriated her, the feelings she had for you never dissipated, the thought of shoving you into a back room at the practice center and riding you senselessly creeping into the back of her mind.

She was married, she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was, but every time you smirked, or challenged her, she got embarrassingly aroused, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Sex with Servando in no way lessened her want for you, something she, OF COURSE, didn’t reveal to her husband.

She rolls her eyes, her blue orbs meeting your Y/E/C’s.

“Problem Morgan?” You ask, your eyes running down her front as you make your way towards the bench and grab your things.

“Yeah, there is.” She says, your brows furrowing as she nods to the practice field.

You scoff, dropping your bag back onto the bench.

“Listen, I’ve had enough of these, after practice, practices.” You bite, watching as your teammates leave the field until you’re the only two left.

“Well, it isn’t my fault you’re falling so far behind.”

Your nostrils flair, your eyes falling to the curve of her ass as she walks by.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked spending time with me.”

Alex snorts loudly.

“Yeah, you wish.”

You hum, making your way towards her.

“I think you do. There’s something about me you just can’t stop thinking about, isn’t there?” You ask, her throat bobbing.

“What is it, Alex? Do you just hate me?” You ask, the woman turning on her heels with a scowl.

“You’re so infuriating.” She says, her hands balling into fists.

“And what are you going to do about it?” You say, your lips curling in a snarl.

Alex glances around momentarily before grabbing the front of your shirt, tugging you towards one of the many buildings nearby.

“What the fuck, let me go!” You growl, trying halfheartedly to loosen her grasp, but your curiosity leads you to allow her to pull you along until you’re in a random room inside the facility.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, watching as she locks the door behind her before making her way towards you.

Your eyes widen when her lips slam into yours, the kiss hungry, and lustful.

You kiss back with no sense of hesitation, roughly pushing her back against the wall, your tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

The kiss is nothing but tongues and teeth, a groan crawling up your throat when Alex palms you through your shorts.

Your lips leave hers in favor of settling on her neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses to her pulse point.

“Don’t even think about it.” She pants, as if reading your mind, the thought of sucking a purple bruise into her neck creeping into your mind.

You smirk, your tongue running along her neck.

“Wouldn’t want your husband to find out.”

She growls loudly, roughly shoving you back against the opposite wall, and against a nearby table, its contents falling to the floor.

“Shut up.” She says, her hand roughly making its way into your shorts and boxers before settling on your somewhat hard member, your breath shuddering as she gives it a rub.

You lean your head backwards as she roughly rubs you, the woman’s hand moving rapidly beneath your shorts until you’re fully erect.

She’s about to shuck your shorts off when you turn the tables, the small of her back meeting the table as your lips meet hers.

“Oh.” She sighs when your hand slips into her shorts, bypassing her panties, your fingers drawing small, merciless circles against her clit.

“You’re so wet.” You whisper, nibbling on her earlobe, reveling in the sounds leaving her open mouth.

It isn’t long before your fingers slip inside her, the woman sighing against your neck as you pound into her.

She throws her head back with a moan.

“You like that?” You ask and she nods, bouncing on your fingers.

You smirk, your fingers slipping out of her, Alex whimpering when you bring your fingers to your lips and suck them clean.

“We both know it isn’t my fingers you want.” You say as you tug at the waistband of her shorts.

She nods, and in a split second her shorts and underwear are on the carpeted floor, the woman kicking them off across the room.

Soon, your own shorts are on the floor, your boxers following soon after.

The forward’s hand settles on the hard appendage between your legs.

“Make yourself useful and fuck me.” She snarls, shoving you backwards again, this time, your back meeting the floor considering your boxers and shorts are around your ankles.

She’s immediately on top of you, her core grinding against your bare cock.

“Fuck.” You groan, your hips arching as she grinds feverishly into you.

Before you realize, she’s got your hardness in her hand, lining it up with her entrance.

You quickly roll the two of you over, the woman groaning in annoyance.

“You’re always in charge Morgan, it’s MY turn.” You say, and with one swift motion you line yourself up and thrust slowly into her.

She cries out, her walls thrumming around you as you thrust into her, the woman’s breath hitching with each rapid thrust.

“You’re so tight.” You groan, your cock thrumming in pleasure as you pound into her, your thighs slapping loudly together.

“Oh god.” She moans, wrapping her legs around your middle as she cries out, the feeling in her stomach that had been building and building nearly teaming over.

She'd wanted you for so long, and now that she had you, she couldn't help but moan shamelessy, your cock slipping in and out of her rapidly.

Her nails scratch your back painfully, but you don’t care, the pain heightening your pleasure.

“You want to come on my cock?” You ask, the woman rapidly nodding as your thrusts increase in speed, your thighs slapping together even louder.

It isn’t long before she stiffens, the woman crying out, so loud that you hope the building is empty, because anyone nearby would’ve heard her cries.

She convulses wildly, her walls clamping down around you, her nails digging deep ridges into your back.

“I’m gonna come.” You moan, preparing to pull out of the woman whose legs tighten around you.

“Come inside me.” She begs, her chest rising and falling heavily.

Your eyes widen, a whimper leaving you when she purposely clenches around you.

You growl, thrusting into her wildly the woman crying out again, still sensitive from her first orgasm and chasing her second.

A beat passes before you groan loudly into her neck, jets of your seed shooting into her, the woman moaning loudly as she climaxes yet again, her walls clamping down around you as you feel her with your come.

You tremble, a few more jets of come spewing from your tip and into the woman before stopping.

You pant heavily, your full weight on the woman beneath you as you come down from your high.

Alex breathes heavily, remaining still beneath you for a beat before shoving you off, your flaccid cock slipping out of her, the mess between her legs coating her thighs.

You smirk, rolling over and pushing yourself upwards before making your way towards your own clothes.

Alex swallows hard, the realization that she’d just cheated on her husband hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Suddenly, you’re turned around, your back roughly meeting the wall, Alex’s face inches from your own.

“Don’t tell ANYONE about this.” She growls and you chuckle, your lips splitting in a grin.

“Oh, I won’t.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows and she groans before bypassing you and moving out of the room.

You sigh, leaning back against the wall with a smirk, your eyes fluttering shut.

You knew you should feel guilty, Alex Morgan was married, but you didn't, as bad as that sounded.

Though Alex was married, you knew she’d want to do this again, call it intuition, but you knew you’d be seeing much more of Alex Morgan naked in the coming months, you just wondered what the world had in store for the two, and when Alex would be dragging you into that same room again.

#uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #i decided to post a surprise fic but idk how people will feel about it... a bit nervous tbh #sequel or nah?

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ladykailitha · 1 month

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Across a Crowded Room

*grumbles* I can't believe this IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE AND SHORT! Not only has it gotten a little angsty in middle there, it's about to breach 10k words. And I'm not even CLOSE to the ending.

The fuuuucckkkkk.

I was meant to be working on other things. Like editing a story to be beta'ed so I can put it on AO3 for you all, extending Batshit soulmates because I was skipping over too much, and wrapping up Glitters.

Guess who did none of those things because this story consumed my soul?

ME!!!

I will be posting this on Saturday as it's not one of my regular WIPs.

Enjoy. *sniffs* I guess.

Summary: Modern, no monsters AU. After they all graduated from high school the older teens drifted to other parts of the country. And while Steve and Eddie have made short trips to see each other, usually with the whole, they really haven't spent much time in the same room in years.

That all changes when Eddie is able to spend a week in Chicago with Steve and Robin.

But when Eddie sees Steve for the first time in years, he gets scared. Will have the courage to walk across that crowded room to be with Steve?

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

Eddie hadn’t seen Steve in years. After high school when they became friends through mutual parenting of six absolutely terrifyingly smart teenagers, they kinda went their separate ways.

Steve and Robin had gone to Chicago for college and Eddie and his band had gone further west to LA to try and make it as metal artists.

This is was the first time in a really long time that their schedules lined up. They talked all the time. Friends on all their social media. But they hadn’t seen each other since they said goodbye in Steve’s driveway four years ago.

Eddie was standing at the bar entrance where he was supposed to be meeting Steve, just staring at him.

God, he had been gorgeous in high school. Because of course he was. Captain of the basketball team, co-captain of the swim team, and the baseball team’s best hitter.

But he looked even more so now.

His honey colored, wind tussled hair had grown out a bit. A lock of hair flopped devastatingly in front of one of his hazel eyes. He had filled out some, once thin and wiry, now deep chested and toned. Even in the winterscape hell that was Chicago, Steve’s skin was warmly tanned.

He was laughing with a group of people and never had Eddie felt more out of place in his life, and that was saying something. He had been dropped off at his Uncle Wayne’s when he was twelve. Been nicknamed the “Freak”. And had always been flamboyantly himself: a big, gay, metal loving geek.

Eddie was about to turn around and go back the way he came when a familiar voice called his name.

He turned around and there was Robin Buckley. Steve’s platonic soulmate and best friend.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“Did you just get here?” she asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “My flight was delayed three times. I haven’t even been to my hotel yet.”

Robin winced. “That sucks.” She looked at him more closely and he gulped. “You weren’t thinking of cutting and running were you?”

“Me?” Eddie said, dramatically clutching his hands to his chest. “I would ne–”

She raised an eyebrow at him, effectively shutting him up.

“I wasn’t gonna,” Eddie said mournfully, “until I got here. He just looks so happy. He doesn’t need someone like me coming back into his life like a wrecking ball.” He pulled out his phone and waved it at her. “Once I can get this charged, I’ll message him and tell him my flight got canceled and that’ll we’ll reschedule.”

She looked at his phone and then back up at him. “What happened to your phone?”

“My charging cable port snapped,” he grumbled. “And it died after the first delay.”

Again she winced in sympathy.

“You’re in love with him,” she said, “aren’t you?”

Eddie sighed and looked back over at Steve. One of his friends must have told a joke because Steve was laughing so hard his eyes were mere slits. He looked back at her and he sighed.

“The sky is blue, Midwestern winters suck,” he muttered, “and I’m in love with Steve Harrington.”

Robin rolled her eyes, then she got this calculating grin on her face.

“Uh oh.”

“I’ll tell you what,” she said slyly, “you let me do a little experiment with a small wager. If I win, you man up and tell him how you feel. If you win, you can tell him that your trip has been cut short and you have to go back in a couple of days and blow out his life again.”

Eddie pursed his lips and looked at back at Steve.

“What’s the experiment?” he asked.

Robin jumped up and down with glee. “I’m going to text Steve that I found you. You aren’t going to take your eyes off him the whole time. Then when I’m done, I’ll show the conversation.”

He licked his lips. “And what’s the wager?”

“You think he’s happier without you,” she said. “If that’s true, he’s not going to show a lot of excitement. He’ll be relieved and happy that you’re here, but no real enthusiasm. Right?”

Eddie just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“I know he’s going to flip out,” she continued with that sly grin. “He’s going to be jumping up and down and looking around for you, trying to find you in the crowd.”

“What if it’s somewhere in the middle?” Eddie asked honestly.

Robin cocked her head to the side. “Then you stay the full week and suss him out.”

Eddie let out a long sigh. “All right. You’re on.”

“Good!” she said. She grabbed him by the arms and moved him a little. “There. Now he won’t be able to spot you immediately.”

He had let himself be manhandled because he had long since learned that Robin could and would kick if he didn’t do what she wanted.

“Now, keep your eyes on Steve.”

Eddie scoffed. “Easiest thing in the world.”

Robin snorted and got out her phone.

He really wanted to look over her shoulder to see what she was typing because he was eaten up with curiosity about what she was sending Steve. But he did as he was told. He kept his eyes on the most beautiful boy in the world.

Steve pulled out his phone and then his head snapped up. He looked around excitedly. He started flapping his hands and talking animatedly with his friends. Eddie watched as he smoothed down his hair and wiped his hands on his jeans. He pulled out a breath mint out of his pocket and ducked his head when his friends obliviously teased him for it.

He looked over at Robin in shock.

“What the hell did you tell him?”

She turned her phone around and he read their conversation.

-Guess who I found by the door looking like a lost puppy?

-He’s here?

-Eddie’s here?

-Where?

-Why didn’t he text me? :(

-lol

-Calm down, I’ll bring him to you.

-The idiot’s phone died and his charger broke.

-I can’t be calm, how can I be calm? He’s here! He’s finally here.

“Oh.”

The little frownie face at the end of the “Why didn’t he text me?” message did Eddie’s heart in.

He cleared his throat. “Um...if I were to, say, I don’t know, go over there and kiss his lights out, would I get hate crimed?”

Robin laughed. “No. And there is no one in his friends that would be nasty about it either.”

Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.” He bowed and waved his hand dramatically so that she would go first.

“Nerd.”

Eddie cackled as he followed her to the table. Steve was on his feet the instant he saw him.

Eddie was a weak man. That had been pretty well established tonight. So he thought he could be excused when he picked Steve up by the waist and swung him around.

“Eddie!” Steve giggled.

Robin scoffed. “Gays are so disgusting.”

“Says the lesbian,” Steve said when Eddie had put him down.

“Lesbians are a different flavor of gay and thereby aren’t disgusting,” she said with a half shrug like it was a truth universally acknowledged or some shit.

He shook his head and turned back to Eddie, who had yet to let go of his waist. “I missed you, too, Eds.”

“I missed you so much, Stevie,” Eddie whispered back.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, hopeful.

“Yeah,” he breathed and lifted Steve’s chin. He pressed their lips together and suddenly Steve’s crowd of friends erupted into cheers.

Steve broke the kiss and stared up at Eddie in awe.

“Wow.”

Eddie giggled. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, more than a little breathless. “You’re stuck now. That’s how I want you to greet me every time now.”

Eddie’s face split with a large grin. “You got it, baby.”

Robin cleared her throat. “May I remind you two that we are in fact in public?”

Eddie and Steve looked over at her and then back at each other. Robin isn’t sure who started it, but soon they both were laughing like children.

Steve introduced him to the small group of friends.

There was a sofa near the table Steve’s friends were sitting at so Eddie sat down there, so Steve could cuddle up on his side.

“How long are you in town for?” A punky Asian girl with pink and purple streaks in her short cropped hair asked. Steve had introduced her as Maria Nguyen. They had a couple of classes with each other.

Steve looked at Eddie as if he had been wondering the same thing.

Eddie chuckled. “That’s the surprise I was telling you about, darlin’. Me and the boys got a record deal and their headquarters and studio is right here in Chicago. So I will be moving to the fair Windy city.”

“You’re staying?” Steve asked, his voice rising with excitement.

“I’m in town for about a week to look for apartments and shit,” Eddie amended. “Then I will move here at the end of the month.”

“Holy shit!” Robin said, glaring daggers at him.

Steve picked up on the latent hostility, but Eddie shook his head and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.” He pressed a kiss to Steve hair.

“You have a band?” a large young man with freckles and braces asked. He had red hair and wire rimmed glasses. Steve said his was Jason, Justin...Jarren! That was it.

“Sure do!” Eddie said. “Corroded Coffin. Me and my three closest friends, besides Buck and Stevie here, have been out in LA playing our hearts out.”

“Buck?” Maria asked, rearing her head back.

“Buckley!” Eddie explained.

“So what kind of music do you play?” Jarren asked, leaning forward, very interested.

“Metal.”

Maria snorted. “Like that’s Steve’s least favorite kind of music.”

Steve sat up. “It is not! There are all sorts of music I don’t like. Metal can be good. It’s just the screamo shit I can’t stand. Corroded Coffin isn’t like that.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “Hell, Steve would put pop music below metal and you know how much he loves Tears for Fears.”

Eddie groaned. “I still can’t believe of all the 80s bands out there to be your favorite you pick Tears for Fears!”

“What? They’re great.”

“Stevie, darlin’, love of my life,” Eddie said sweetly. “You cannot honestly tell me that their version of ‘Mad World’ is better than Gary Jules.”

“Wait?” Jarren said. “They did a cover of ‘Mad World’?”

Steve shook his head. “They sang it originally. Here let me show you.”

He pulled out his phone and handed it over. Robin, Maria, and Jarren huddled around the phone as they watched the video for it.

“That was trippy as hell,” Maria said, handing the phone back to Steve.

“I know, right?” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes. “He does have a point regarding this one song. The original version is too fast for what the song is about.”

Eddie cackled with glee.

“I still maintain that Shout, Head Over Heels, and Everybody Wants to Rule the World are absolute bangers,” Steve huffed.

Eddie kissed his cheek and Steve blushed.

“Wait!” Jarren said, “Do my eyes deceive me or is Steve Harrington, the man, the myth, the legend, blushing?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not that again. I don’t believe it was ever a thing.”

Eddie sat up on the sofa, too and looked Steve in the eye. “What’s this, babe?”

“Stevie here made a girl come just by talking to her,” Robin said with a grin.

Eddie licked his lips slowly and Steve blushed deeper. “Did you now?”

“No!” Steve insisted. “That was just the excuse she used for running away after I badly flirted with her.”

Maria scoffed. “Dude, I was there, you did not flirt badly.”

Eddie pulled Steve close to his side and murmured in his ear. “I fully expect the full Harrington Charm experience, sweetheart.” His voice dropped really low. “Because I bet you could make me come just from the sound of your voice.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and he ducked his head.

Maria shook her head. “I can’t believe that King Steve got out rizzed by this swagless loser. How in the hell?”

“Maria!” Jarren hissed. “He does not look like a swagless loser. You take that back. He’s cool.”

Eddie turned to Steve. “Looks like you’re going to have to be the tie-breaker, sweetheart.”

“How’s that?” Steve asked. “Robin hasn’t said anything yet.”

“Ah, but that’s because I think I’m cool,” Eddie said holding up one finger, “and I know that Robin would vote for swagless loser.”

Robin snorted. “Damn right I would.”

“So it’s girls verses guys,” Steve said thoughtfully.

Jarren snorted. “More like lesbians verses the gays.”

Steve cocked his head to the side and then nodded.

“I dub thee my really cool metalhead geek!” Steve said solemnly.

Everyone’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Babe...” Robin said. “Did you just go down the middle of the road to avoid an argument?”

Steve batted his eyelashes at her. “Maybe...”

Eddie huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, pouting. Steve leaned forward and kissed the bottom of his jaw.

“How about my very cool, gorgeous, metalhead boyfriend?” he murmured softly.

Eddie looked down at him eyes wide. “Holy shit, you mean that?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie swiftly brought their mouths together and kissed Steve deeply. “That is acceptable.”

Steve giggled.

The night past in good company and drinks.

Eddie had duck out early because he still had to check into his hotel, but he kissed Steve goodbye and left with a spring in his step.

****

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Also, also. I forgot to mention that the title comes from a song by Counting Crows called Long December. So in my head I was singing, It's been so long since you came to (Indiana) I think you should!

Never mind they're in Illinois and the actual lyric is California.

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beedokart · 9 months

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I remembered there was a sort of meme of this a while ago, and couldn’t resist doing it with the main couple from Dirty Little Secret.

Ilya is 100% the kind of boyfriend to end up getting pregnant. 😆

#dirty little secret #original characters #captain wrecking ball #echo #gender bending technology can lead to interesting results =P #original character

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2023himbotournament · 1 year

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Coming to you all soon: The 2023 Grand Himbo Tournament!!

Inspired by the @nonbiney-swag-competition mainly, created and hosted by @makerofmadness

edit: guys it's already started pleas catch up I can't tell everyone who thinks it hasn't started yet dndndndndndn

Edit 2; The tournament has officially concluded! Thanks for your participation, I will still be using this blog for helping spread other tournaments, and also posting cringe

Welcome one and all, to the most ambitious tournament probably so far (that is to say, I chose way too many characters but in my defense I had found a blank template for a smash bros character roster thing and wanted to fill the whole thing up, even if I had to turn to the dark side to do so for one or two picks): The 2023 Himboff!

Round 1 Part 1 will begin on Friday, hopefully giving everyone enough time to prepare themselves for battle (I describe this as if it's a war and not a tumblr pollnament-).

EDIT: Yes I am being told that I may have included characters who may not fit the himbo criteria perfectly but in my defense i am not in every fandom and my research consisted of furious googling so if google lied to me then blame that

Now, without further ado, here is our roster!!

The himbos, in order from top to bottom, left to right:

Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)

Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove)

Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

John F Kennedy (Clone High)

Joseph Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Son Goku (Dragon Ball)

Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Knuckles (Sonic Boom)

Chandlo Funkbun (Bugsnax)

Hercules (Hercules)

Milo (Pokémon)

Tom Dupain (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir)

Jake English (Homestuck)

Launchpad McQuack (Ducktales)

King Dedede (Kirby)

Jonathan Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Lupin III (Lupin III)

Bolin (The Legend of Korra)

Big the Cat (Sonic)

Joey Wheeler (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Maui (Moana)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Sun Wukong (RWBY)

Terra (Kingdom Hearts)

Dimitri (Fire Emblem)

Brock (Pokémon)

Emile (How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)

Galo Thymos (Promare)

Gladiolus Amicitia (Final Fantasy)

Groose (The Legend of Zelda)

Hector (Fire Emblem)

Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa)

Indus Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Tyko (Harmoknight)

Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Zeke von Genbu (Xenoblade)

Reyn (Xenoblade)

Koichi Zenigata (Lupin III)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Killer T Cell (Cells at Work!)

Jean Pierre Polnareff (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Muscle Cookie (Cookie Run)

Flynn Rider (Tangled)

Prince Naveen (The Princess and the Frog)

Captain Underpants (Captain Underpants)

Kofu (Pokémon)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Larry the Lobster (Spongebob SquarePants)

Ralph (Wreck-It Ralph)

King Fergus (Brave)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Joey Tribbiani (Friends)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Troy Barnes (Community)

Kamina (Gurren Lagann)

Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia) (sincere apologies)

Andy Dwyer (Parks and Recreation)

Thor (Marvel)

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl)

Valhallen (Powerpuff Girls)

He-Man (He-Man and the Masters of the Universe)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Leon (Pokémon)

Sam (Stardew Valley)

Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)

Clawd Wolf (Monster High)

Guillermo (Himbo Harem Homicide)

Galio (League of Legends)

Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

See you all on Friday for when the Himboff commences!

#poll #himbo #2023 himboff #tournament #polls #would appreciate it if people would reblog this to help it spread :'3 I worked hard #Edit: I straight up forgot to list two of the roster members until now dnndndndnd

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hard-deck-confessions · 8 months

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After his mother, Bradley’s favorite person was always Maverick. His earliest memory was sitting on top of the piano at Kansas City Barbeque while his dad and Mav belted out a less than beautiful rendition af Great Balls of Fire and then being carried out dozing off in Mav’s arms. Although, he's not sure if he really remembers that day or if he can just picture it so vividly because Mav talked about it so often. Mav talked about a lot of memories with Goose. He told some stories so much, Bradley had them memorized word for word.

Mav was a constant in Bradley's childhood. He made sure he was there for every birthday, every Christmas, and on the anniversary of Goose's death he always took Bradley and Carol out for the night. If he was on land near by, he was there every Wednesday for family dinner—there was always an extra place set for Goose those nights.

When Bradley was in 3rd grade and didn't want to be in his school's Father's Day program, Mav dropped everything to be there, he didn't even bother to change out of his jumpsuit. He didn't care that he would face discipline for rushing off before debriefing; the look on Bradley's face when he saw Mav right next to his mom in the front row was enough to get him through a lifetime of reprimands.

Mav was the one who taught Bradley to ride a bike. He put band-aids with (somehow) poorly drawn smiley faces on every scraped knee and elbow during the very long process because, while Bradley might have been a natural pilot, biking did not come as easy. Mav took him to ball games on the weekends in the summer when he could and made sure he had the best swing on his little league team. He helped him fix up Goose’s old truck and then taught him to drive it. He never lost his temper, but instead laughed every time Bradley stalled it.

“Damnit!” Bradley would yell, slamming his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. “I swear, I'm never going to get this thing out of the neighborhood!"

“Just calm down and try again, kid.” Mav would say with a smile a mile wide. “You've got this."

Mav was the only person Bradley thought to call at 3am after hiking a mile in the pouring rain to the nearest gas station because he'd gotten his truck stuck in a ditch taking a corner too fast. Mav was there in 20 minutes. And instead of reprimanding him about his carelessness, Mav bought the shivering teen a hot chocolate and told him the story of how he wrecked his dad's old beloved car when he was in high school.

When Bradley graduated from high school, Mav gave him Goose's helmet. He'd pulled strings 16 years prior to keep the helmet from being repurposed for another pilot and paid a pretty penny to get it, but he'd never tell Bradley that. Bradley only found out when he joined the Navy himself.

Maverick loved Bradley like his own kid, and he felt responsible for him because, despite what any military hearing said, he would always blame himself for Goose’s death. That was why pulling his papers was the hardest decision he'd ever made and the easiest at the same time. He tried not to regret it, but Maverick hated feeling Bradley pull away from him; he hated that he wasn't one of the kid’s favorite people any longer.

But Bradley's favorite person never stopped being Maverick, it was only Rooster that couldn't face Captain Pete Mitchell.

Until he could.

- Hazard

#yes i know Mav's dad is dead i just wasn’t gonna put late-father's car #top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #carol bradshaw #headcanon #top gun headcanons #headcannons #f-14 tomcat #captain pete mitchell #rooster top gun #mavdad

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jawabear · 1 year

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C.J.P NSFW ALPHABET

Captain John Price

Not my GIF

A/N: these are just my ideas for him so may be different to yours, please respect that.

Genre: smut

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, smutty things through out

Summary: An A-Z of Captain Price's bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

John is very much a sweetheart after sex. He will gently rub your thighs and your stomach. He will whisper things to you like “you did so good for me baby”, “so perfect”. He loves to praise you and make you feel loved.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

John is a thigh man. Loves your thighs. Loves to touch them, stroke them, kiss them, bite them. He loves to fuck them too. Would happily spend all day between them if he could.

He likes his chest mainly because he likes the way you touch it. How you stroke through his chest hair and cuddle into it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves to come in your mouth and watch you swallow it. If he happens to come on you somewhere, most likely your chest, he will scoop it up onto his fingers and put them into your mouth making you suck them and drink down his come.

Long story short, if he’s not coming inside your pussy, his come end up inside you another way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he’s an underwear sniffer. He hates that he does it because he thinks it’s dirty but he can’t help it. When he’s doing washing and he has your pants in hand, he’ll always give them a quick sniff before throwing them into the machine. He did once also give them a small lick just to taste you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

John absolutely knows what he’s doing. He’s taught you a thing or two about how to pleasure him and yourself in ways you never thought was possible.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s traditional in the sense he loves the classic missionary. He loves to watch your face and the way your tits bounce with his thrusts. Its also easy access for him to come in your mouth and also he can go smoothly from fucking your thighs to fucking your pussy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Price isn’t much of a joker at the best of times. He has a very dry sense of humour so it’s not very appropriate for the bedroom.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

John is covered in hair and he likes it that way. Downstairs it’s much the same. Its not obscene or anything but there’s a sizeable amount of hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is always a gentleman. He’s always romantic. He’s always pampering you, peppering you with kisses and soft touches. Whispering sweet words to you as he wrecks your insides.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not a big masturbator. He’ll only do it if he’s really desperate. But he needs you there to do it. Whether you be sat with him or on the phone if he’s away.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding - he has big breeder balls and loves the idea of getting you pregnant. Loves to come inside you and watch it pour out only for him to push it back in with his fingers.

Public sex - in the sense that he loves the idea of getting caught but would murder anyone who did see him fucking you. He loves watching you struggle to stay quiet.

Voyerism - he loves to watch you get off. He loves watching you finger yourself or rub your clit. And he loves when you watch him. Loves when you tell him how to touch himself.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Again, he loves that classic bedroom. Either that or the shower. Loves to fuck you while you’re all soapy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you stroke his chest. He has embarrassingly sensitive nipples so when you brush over them it gets him hard immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s always hesitant to bring his work into the bedroom. He loves when you call him captain and all that but he does often stumble in deciding if he wants to do actual role play with you or not.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to be between your thighs so he absolutely prefers to eat you out. But his dick ends up in your mouth at some point.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough but also sensual. Will fuck you until you can’t even remember your name but will be loving in doing so.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

He’s not overly fond of them. He wants to savour you as much as he can. If he’s going to fuck you, he’s going to do it slow and steady….

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves public sex and the idea of you both getting caught so yes. He likes to take risk. He likes to experiment with you as well. He wants to do anything he can to make you feel good.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last surprisingly long. He always sounds like he’s going to give out after five minutes because of the way he grunts and groans but he’ll fuck you from dusk till dawn. He can keep going until you want him to stop.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

John is a silly man and doesn’t want to get in competition with a toy about your pleasure. But he knows you use them when he’s not there. But you’re not using them when he is there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a big tease. He’ll always start something he won’t finish with you. It drives you mad but he always makes up for it by fucking you silly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts a lot. Like..a lot. And he’s loud when he does it. It’s so hot.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves when you wear thigh highs and nothing else. He just thinks there’s something scandalous about it. Something cheeky that gets his dick hard immediately. It’s just really hot to him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is thick. Not all that long but the thickness definitely makes up for that.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t all that high. He gets turned on by you a lot and quite easily and is more than happy to fuck you when you want him too. But he can go with out it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Price doesn’t really sleep much but sex usually tires him out. He think that you keep him going so he does get worn out and sleeps for one. But that’s one of the reasons he loves you more.

21/1/23

#captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price smut #john price #john price x reader #john price smut #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price smut #modern warfare 2 #smut #fanfic

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luvbuggggg · 10 months

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knockout. — remus lupin

summary: a quidditch game gone wrong leads to you in the hospital wing with a very worried remus by your side.

genre: fluff ; remus x quidditch captain!reader

warnings: injuries, violence, slight food issues(??), profanity

blinding lights filled your vision as you fought to open your eyes. a hand shot up to protect them from the harsh luminance, but you were greeted with a searing pain in your arm instead. a hand took yours. it was warm, almost too warm. you unscrewed your eyes to take a look at who the hand belonged to.

remus lupin. just about the only person you’d be okay with holding your hand right then. he looked like a wreck. bags under his eyes more prevalent than normal, disheveled hair, chapped lips. yet, he still looked phenomenal. it was unfair, really, how he could be a mess and still be one of the most attractive boys in hogwarts. personally, you felt no one else could hold a candle to your friend, but some of your dorm mates felt very strongly otherwise.

he rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb as he spoke to someone on the other side of the room. madam pomfrey soon hovered over you, immediately forcing a vial to your lips to drink. you obliged, gulping down a horrific tasting potion. she returned to her cabinets, rummaging for something specific. what for? you had no clue.

your eyes turned back to remus, who was still intently watching pomfrey. you cleared your throat, trying to gather strength to speak. even opening your mouth sent a pain through your chest. “what happened?” you mumbled.

looking back to you, remus frowned. “you don’t remember?” you shook your head gently, instantly regretting it. any sudden movements sent pain and/or dizziness through your being. he continued playing with your hand, looking around the room for something to focus on. you wished he’d just look at you. you squeezed his hand, trying to regain his attention. he looked back at you, looking almost as bad as you felt.

“there was a game, and one of the beaters kept targeting you with a bludger. it caught up to you, love, and took you out.”

moments of the game filled your memory. the exhaustion from the very beginning. you had been so focused on making sure your team was well fed that you had forgotten to eat as well. it was only until your team was walking onto the pitch that you realized your fatal mistake. as quidditch captain of your team, it was vital that you never forgot to take care of yourself. this game was so important to you, though, everything slipped away.

up in the air, all you could think about was making your goals and the nausea rushing through you at the same time. everything was going smoothly until a bludger met your temple. one minute you were upright, and the next, you were plummeting hundreds of feet. the impact of the ground still evades your memory.

you looked up at the boy, tears building in your eyes. “i tried so hard,” you croaked. he slumped in his seat, feeling worse than when you were asleep. his free hand stroked your hair, his other still entwined in yours. you pathetically tried to wipe your tears, but the pulsing aches prevented your arms from moving.

“i know you did, love.” he whispered. “nothing could’ve stopped them from hitting you. they put a spell on the ball to follow you until you were off your broom.”

the sadness melted away in an instant and was immediately replaced with anger. pure, red-hot anger. you sat up, to the best of your ability, and looked remus right in the eye. “what?”

he was startled with the change in your demeanor. he pushed a pillow behind your back to help you stay up straight as he talked. “i think it was their captain that did it, but we weren’t sure. the whole team knew, though. the boys and i thought it was odd that no one was really touching the bludger.”

“does dumbledore know? does anyone in authority know? i could’ve fucking died, remus. i fell hundreds of feet, all because some dickwad was too afraid to lose a game of quidditch to my team.” your vulgar language was met with a shush from madam pomfrey, along with an advisement to calm down. you were still healing, after all.

“they’re figuring everything out now. i think the boys are handling it, then handing it over to dumbledore and mcgonagall.” he traced fingers on your arm, careful to avoid any bruises you gained from the altercation. his touch had a way of calming you slightly, but in no way were you okay. you could’ve been killed for godrick’s sake. it felt good knowing that james, sirius, and peter were taking care of whoever did this.

remus took your silence as anger. in an attempt to calm you, he began telling you about how good your team played before the incident occurred. plays you had planned with james went phenomenally. he snickered at the fumbles made by the other team. you wondered how bad they had to have been to need a hexxed bludger. that’s truly embarrassing. as he rambled on and on, you felt your heart rate slowly decline.

the peacefulness was interrupted by three boys slamming through the door. remus’ friends. your friends. all looking bruised and disheveled, but they stood with large grins on their faces as they stared the two of you down. remus dropped your hand, not caring to bother with any teasing while you sat in a hospital wing bed.

“we beat the son of a bitch up!” james exclaimed, earning a hiss from madam pomfrey. taking a seat next to remus, he lowered his voice. “we found out it was that sick slytherin bastard, the captain!” he nudged remus harshly. “old moony here knew it all along, didn’t you?” he wiped at his nose, dried blood flaking away.

sirius sat on the end of your bed, not bothering to watch for your (still very sore) legs and feet. his knuckles were red, faint bruising prevalent under the skin. “he put up a fight, didn’t he? but wormy kept him from getting away!” he clapped peter on the back, who stood at the foot of your bed.

“he should probably be here, considering we got him pretty good, but he’s in dumbledore’s office now!” peter grinned at their accomplishments. you grinned back. violence was never the answer, in your opinion, but the asshole tracked you down with a bludger. a violent retaliation had to have been fair.

as they continued telling the consequences your assailer would face, peter pulled up another chair in between james and sirius, who remained perched on your bed. remus scooted closer to you to give the rest more space. the closer he got, the more you missed the feel of his hand in yours. you glanced at him, moving your palm closer to his, hoping he would get the memo.

without a second glance, he took your hand in his, continuing the conversation. unbeknownst to you, as you laughed along at the jokes being thrown about how pathetic the opposing team was, remus snuck glances at you. in awe of how pretty you managed to be even after breaking and mending basically all of your bones within twenty four hours. amazed at how you managed to laugh and make jokes even though you were the target of a violent act. so happy that you comforted him, even though he had remained by your side to ensure your comfort.

after hours of quips on how remus hadn’t moved since you’d gotten there and snickers about their plans for the rest of the slytherin team, madam pomfrey ushered the four of them out of the hospital wing. you were glad to know that the next person to look at you funny would receive the same treatment that poor slytherin captain got.

wc: 1.3k words

xoxo — leigh

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