#kevin drabble

[pucksandpower]

PowerPointless

Part II

Part I

Formula 1 x Russell!Reader

Summary: you decide to throw your brother a birthday party based on the thing he loves most in the world: PowerPoint

#16 - Charles Leclerc

#18 - Lance Stroll

#20 - Kevin Magnusen

#22 - Yuki Tsunoda

#23 - Alex Albon

#24 - Zhou Guanyu

[5sospenguinqueen]

Kiss My Ass | Kevin Magnussen x Mercedes! Reader

Summary: On track, Kevin is your fiercest adversary. Off track, he likes to have you at his mercy (and in his heart).

Warnings: 18+ after the cut. Female oral. P in V. Unprotected sex. Female reader

Requested: Yes and no. People wanted a part 2 and I wanted to give it to them! You can read this as a standalone but part 1 - Suck My Balls - adds to the fun!

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f1 kevin magnussen receives a one-race ban. magnussen will miss the azerbaijan gp as he reaches 12 penalty points in a 12 month period

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yn_ln ha ha

→ user she’s so messy 

→ user can you blame her? he made contact with her again, which is why he got a penalty point  liked by yn_ln

haasf1team we warned him this would happen

user kevin looks so good in that photo though. his arms 🤤

→ yn_ln are we looking at the same photo? 

georgerussell63 @/mercedesamgf1 she’s being problematic online again

→ mercedesamgf1 she’s just had a pr meeting. we’re not allowed to give one again for another week 

→ yn_ln @/georgerussell63 snitch 

olliebearman sorry, kevin, but it will be nice to be back on track again

→ yn_ln and we will be delighted to have YOU

user love how yn is acting like this is the best news she’s had all year

→ yn_ln even better than my contract renewal 

mercedesamgf1 we apologise but we have taken y/n’s social media off her until baku. thank you for your understanding  liked by kevinmagnussen

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yn_ln how was everybody’s sunday? oh, mine? thank you for asking. mine was splendid

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user see what happens when kevin isn’t around  liked by yn_ln 

mercedesamgf1 we’re running out of pr presentations to show you (but we’ll let you off because you’re a RACE WINNER)

→ georgerussell63 i’ll make some

→ yn_ln i don’t like you very much sometimes 

→ georgerussell63 and comments like that will be in the presentation

→ yn_ln why can’t you just say congratulations like a normal person

alex_albon that’s my girl! stunt on these hoes

→ yn_ln my only supporter on the grid 

alexandrasaintmleux that’s my girl 🥳 so happy for you

→ charles_leclerc mon coeur, no. we’re sad. she overtook me

→ yn_ln stay sad (i’ll buy you a shot later)

user not kevin liking this. they’re so messy 

→ user they’re actually the best duo on the grid. every race i look forward to the memes they’ll create together 

landonorris i did it first 

→ yn_ln why does nobody just say congratulations anymore. i won a race! 

→ maxverstappen1 what? like it’s hard

→ landonorris seems like it has been recently 

→ yn_ln and they say i’m problematic 

user she’s such a good driver when kevin isn’t deliberately trying to crash into her 

→ yn_ln thank you. everyone else calls me crazy

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mercedesamgf1 mixed emotions in the garage after singapore. well done george on the points but a disappointing end for yn once more

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yn_ln why don’t you just rub salt in the wound further, admin. thank you. thank you very much 

→ georgerussell63 points points points

→ georgerussell63 why have i just had notification from hr that you made a formal complaint about me?

→ yn_ln you know why

user i swear he has it out for her at this point 

user i acc fear our girl over these next 6 races. kevin has no penalty points and no seat next year 

user how to tell kevin is back on track

user it’s giving school boy crush. pull her hair to get her to notice you

→ user they just race each other hard. they’re both stubborn and yn gives as good as she gets. they both turned into each other 

haasf1team oops? 

→ yn_ln you and your driver are on my list 

→ landonorris don’t worry. it doesn’t take up much time. i’ve been on it since 2019 

yn_ln @/georgerussell63 stop liking posts about my dnf’s this season. i keep getting notifs 

18+ !!!!

Goosebumps rippled across your bare back as his breath tickled your shoulders. He sucked a spot under your shoulder blade, watching as the skin reddened. The material of his shirt caressed your skin as he trailed kisses down your spine.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” you chastised, rolling your shoulders back when his beard tickled your lower back. He pressed a kiss to the two divots there, pressing his thumbs in them after and marvelling at how well they fit. Like you were made for him.

“Patience, lille kriger.” Kevin whispered against your skin. His hands reached for your hips, pulling your bottom half higher. “What was it you said after your Baku win? Kevin Magnussen can…”

“...kiss my ass,” you panted, body tense in anticipation. The sheets rustled as he shuffled down the bed. His lips pressed against your left buttock before a sharp sensation zapped up your spine. You wriggled away from him, rewarding his antics with the sight of your cheeks jiggling.

“Did you just bite me?”

His hands wrapped around your ankles, yanking you back down towards him. The suddenness of the movement had your arms collapsing beneath you; your body and face landing on the mattress with a bounce.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” He took a moment to admire the reddening bite mark on your cheek. “You do have a spectacular arse.”

You turned your head to look at him but he had already ducked between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. His cool breath hit your wetness when he laughed at you. His beard tickled your thighs when you attempted to close them around his head. His hands forced them apart.

“Behave yourself,” he warned.

“Or what?” You said, aiming for bravado. Unfortunately, the breathy tone in which it was said ruined that.

“Or I won’t do this.”

His tongue pressed against your slit, lapping at the wetness pooled between your thighs. He flattened his tongue, dragging it up towards your sensitive bud. A strangled gasp tore from your mouth at the unexpected contact. Kevin traced circles on your clit, suckling gently and taking pride in the way you bucked against him. Your hands twisted into the sheets, fighting to stop the moans from spilling out of you. Refusing to concede to him, to let him know how much he was affecting you.

“Come on, min skat. Let me hear you,” he grumbled against you, tongue dipping between your folds as he feasted. Your thighs burned from where his beard rubbed against them.

Kevin sank a finger inside your heat. You writhed against the sheets, breath coming out in pants but refused to make a noise. Spurred by your silence, the Haas driver added another finger, curling them in the way he knew you liked. Your back arched off the bed, a curse leaving your lips. Kevin didn’t boast about his victory, just continued to ravage you like a man starved. If there was one thing that could erase the sting of a DNF, it was the way you cried his name as you approached the edge. Teetering on the precipice, your eyes snapped open when cold air hit you. His eyes twinkled as he sucked his fingers clean, aware of what he had denied you.

“You robbed me of a podium. Again. And now you’re denying me an orgasm.”

A cheeky grin took over his face as he clambered off the bed, taking in the sight before him. You lay completely bare, ready for him to take as he pleased. Turning on your back, you propped yourself up on your elbows. A small pout formed on your bruised and swollen lips.

“Take it off,” you demanded.

“As you wish.”

In one quick movement, Kevin whipped his t-shirt off, dropping it on the pile of your clothes at his feet. Your eyes roamed the broad expanse of his chest, lingering on his tattoo and trailing down to the strained fabric of his jeans.

“And those.”

“You’re bossy when you’re waiting to be satisfied.”

“You’ve not proven you can satisfy me yet.”

His eyes narrowed at you, even as his hands moved towards his belt. You arched your brow, feigning a picture of boredom. The rapid rise and fall of your naked chest gave away just how eager you were to watch him fully disrobe. Once he was bare, you shuffled to the end of the bed and pushed up onto your knees. Your arms wound around his neck, pressing your lips to his. You nibbled on his bottom lip, revelling in the moan he let out when your tongue brushed against his.

You managed to spin the two of you, pushing him down so that he was seated on the edge of the bed. Climbing into his lap, you connected your lips again, trailing down to the underside of his jaw. Sinking down on him, both of you moaned at the feeling of your slick walls enveloping him. His hands came up to grasp your hips but he didn’t move you, allowing you to adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered shut before your hips began to rock back and forth.

“For a man so inadequate on track,” you started, voice husky. “you don’t do a bad job between the sheets.”

Before he could reply, you raised your hips before dropping back down on him abruptly. The air was knocked out of him and a strangled grunt spilled past his lips when you repeated the harsh action.

“Fuck.” His grip on you tightened, fingers digging in. “You turned into me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted my attention.”

He sucked in a harsh breath when your nails dug into him. Your pace never faltered. Your breasts bounced as you rode him. Kevin leaned forward, taking one in his mouth. His tongue flicked across your nipple.

“You talk a lot of shit for a man who’s never won a race.”

A yelp tore from you when his teeth clamped down around your nipple, and the rhythm of your hips stuttered.

“Almost there. Come on. Just a little longer for me, love.” Kevin begged.

Your hips stilled immediately, denying yourself the pleasure you’d been chasing. It was worth it for the look on Kevin’s face.

“What did you say earlier about me not being that good?”

Humour replaced the confusion on his face as he realised that you were punishing him for his harsh words during the post-race interviews. Triumph was written across your face and he couldn't wait to wipe it off. He pulled you to his chest, arms tight around your back and flipped the pair of you. You bounced slightly, head landing on the plush pillow. Gripping both your wrists in his hand, he pinned your arms above your head. You looked up at him with wide eyes, struggling against his hold.

“Feel this?” Kevin whispered, pressing himself against your thigh. “You know just how good you are.”

With his free hand, he guided himself in you, inch by inch. He didn’t allow you to adjust to the new position before thrusting into you, slow and deep. An intimate pace to contrast your previously frantic one. He lifted your leg, bringing it to rest above his hip, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside you. You cried out, hands sliding into Kevin’s hair and pulling him close. He allowed himself to fall against you, pressing you into the mattress.

“This okay?”

”Yeah.”

His head fell to the crook of your neck, beard tickling your skin. Whispers filled the space between you.

”Good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

He continued his slow pace, each thrust hitting deep inside you. Your stomach bulged from the thickness of him bruising your walls.

“Look how beautiful you are wrapped around me.”

Soft moans and sighs filled his ear, the melody of your pleasure. A loud groan tore from Kevin’s throat when he felt you clench around him.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

He picked up his pace slightly, hand reaching up to palm your breast. His thumb brushed over your nipple as you barrelled towards your end. Your back arched off the bed, breasts brushing his bare chest as you came with a cry of his name. The feeling of your warmth hugging him tight pushed Kevin over the edge. With one harsh thrust, his teeth sank into your shoulder as he spilled himself inside you.

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Head resting on his chest, you listened as his heart rate doubled in pace. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer into his side as if he feared you would run from him. Even if your legs weren’t shaking, you’re not sure you’d want to.

“I told you we’d do this again.” Kevin murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know why you sound so proud of that.”

“Maybe I like doing this with you.”

“Yes, well I like winning races but we can’t all get what we want.” There was no bite to your comment, only friendly teasing.

Kevin’s fingers traced patterns along your thigh, relaxing your body. Your eyes drifted closed, a soft hum coming from you. He sensed your sleepiness, wondering if approaching the topic in your content state would be easier.

“Would you still do this with me if you weren’t angry at me?”

“Huh?”

“This started as hate sex, right? But, what if there wasn’t any hate in it. I don’t mean to run you off the track. You just seem to be there when things go wrong.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant. I mean, you are distracting but… I want to spend time with you. Outside of this room. Outside of the track.”

Silence filled the room. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that you had to move away; the sound echoing in your head. At your movement, his arms went slack around you, preparing himself for the rejection.

“I’m still mad at you…” you started, feeling bad when his face fell, “…but, I’ll let you take me out for breakfast and we’ll see how it goes.”

The only response you had was a blinding smile, your back being pressed into the mattress once more.

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kevinmagnussen jeg elsker dig (yes, we get along when we’re away from the paddock)

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yn_ln i love you too (but we only get along when you’re kissing my ass, not talking shit) 

yn_ln yes, ladies, the rumours are true. so just remember those arms belong to me now when you’re thirsting about them online. i see you

→ user oh god. she’s turned the energy she reserves for hating on k mag onto us

→ yn_ln no, he still gets it as well

alexandrasaintmleux okay but these are quite cute 

georgerussell63 crikey. i’m not sure the two of you pairing up is a good idea

→ yn_ln jiminy crickets! i’m not sure you commenting on my life all the time is a good idea

→ georgerussell63 you still mad about the powerpoint? 

→ kevinmagnussen she’s complained about it twice in the past hour 

landonorris did you let kevin stand in front so that he would look taller? 

→ kevinmagnussen new target acquired

→ landonorris shit

→ haasf1team kevin, no

mercedesamgf1 i think the pr team might’ve liked a heads up

→ kevinmagnussen i was told she wasn’t talking to them 

hulkhulkenberg finally. i was getting fed up of hearing you talk about her 

→ kevinmagnussen shut up, mate 

→ alex_albon she talked about him too

→ yn_ln alex! 

→ alex_albon i’m sorry but i’ve been waiting for you to admit this for months. i’m just happy that you’re happy 

user i knew that the pic in her spanish gp dump was kevin!

Bonus

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haasf1team cooling off 🧊

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yn_ln be right back. making this my lock screen

yn_ln take this down. i can’t have other people catching onto what i’ve known all along! 

user is he looking at hulk or yn in that first pic? 

→ haasf1team y/n. they shared

→ hulkhulkenberg i was kicked out

→ yn_ln i told merc to let you use mine!

→ user can’t be an ice bath when they’re both in there 🥵

user i don’t blame y/n actually. i’d let him ram me off the track if he looked like that 

→ yn_ln didn’t really have a choice in the matter, love

user kevin magnussen. i was not familiar with you in that way 

→ yn_ln now make yourself unfamiliar 

user y/n wasn’t joking when she threatened us on kevin’s relationship post

→ user girly is fighting these comments so fast

→ yn_ln back, i tell you 🤺 back

kevinmagnussen @/mercedesamgf1 she escaped again

→ mercedesamgf1 thank you. we’ll be revoking her social media rights again

→ yn_ln but you’re still a traitor

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[unwantedshivering]

interested in nsfw head canons for kev if you take those sort of requests 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i feel like sex with him would be really… strange so i’m curious on your take about it!

WHERE YOU END AND I BEGIN

HEADCANONS for KEVIN KATCHADOURIAN during sex.

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WARNINGS: sexual in nature, not totally explicit, no mention of body parts, mention of dacryphilia, light erotic asphyxiation, light fear-play, degradation

FOR: Kevin Katchadourian

NOTES: i’m still a bit unfamiliar with writing nsfw so be kind lol. please be mindful that this is NOT for everybody and much less for those under 18.

Intimacy with Kevin is very direct. You always know when it’s coming, and your breath always catches in your throat. He signals it with a lot of physical contact: the back of his hand ghosting your neck, collarbone, any sliver of skin. Kevin isn’t a stranger to desire, though they’re usually more darker and violent things, he doesn’t require sexual desire.

It makes him feel something. Like he’s alive. Physically, but during such times with you even emotionally. This doesn’t stop him from seeming like a ghost outside of his own body, but don’t be alarmed, he doesn’t disassociate. He’s entirely focused.

Your expression is forever etched in his lids, and unnervingly, he doesn’t close his eyes. His ministrations are borderline cruel, always. His fingers will chase, mouth following, and weight pressed against your own in an attempt to enmesh you to him, like an unbreakable chain. It’s possessive, and oftentimes enough to make you feel as though he wants to eat you whole.

It’s intense as well, and in his head he knows that you’d never go to anyone else for sex. Not when he can drive you to tears. That’s another thing he won’t admit.

He’s very much so into dacryphilia and degradation. Tears have always fascinated him, in or outside the bedroom. He can’t cry. He hadn’t since he was a child, but you, you cry so easily. You can cry like breathing. What else can make you cry?

Whether seamless pleasure or his biting tongue, he likes seeing you broken down. Something about the messiness, your pathetic shaking, he can’t stop himself from enjoying it. It’s a heaviness in his chest that buzzes, tingling to the rest of his body — it’s entirely sadistic.

“You’re squirming like some bug. Does this seriously get you off?”

“Have some decency. You’re so fucking loud, it’s grating.”

“If you can’t use your words, I’m stopping. Why can’t you speak? Are you dumb?”

Don’t think that crying will get you any leniency, though. If anything he’s meaner. It’d be worse if you tried not to cry or make a sound, and Kevin hates the idea of you hiding away from him.

He wants you completely bare in front of him. Emotionally and otherwise, and if you bite your lip to stop noises he’ll be downright brutal. Too much, too quick, too anything. He needs that reaction. Surprisingly, he’ll listen oftentimes, but if you’re willing he’ll pick apart your body to put you back together.

He’ll test the limits of what you can handle. He’s a fast learner as well, and so pace-setting, mouth movements, it’s all like flowing water to him. He knows what ticks you off, and he finds new things each time. A hand lightly on your neck, a flash of fear, a squeeze.

Kevin may unnerve you occasionally, but that underlying fear is something he plays with. When he realizes it can get you off, he makes you regret ever showing him that you like it sometimes. He may introduce other things that require your trust like that if the situation arises naturally, and yet he’ll make it seem like your idea.

“You’re sick, you know that?”

It amuses him to no end, and any shame you may feel will be unabashedly teased and probed at by him. You’re into something like that? Do you hear what your mouth is saying? You’re filthy. Despite him doing worse and saying worse, he can somehow make himself seem cleansed of this. He’ll always seem above his own dirtiness he’s partaking in.

Your pleasure is still a lesser priority than his whims despite this though, and his all-encompassing desire is to break you. If he can’t do it through violence, through his anger, he can morph this sickening feeling into something else. He can safely make you cry without driving you away.

Somehow though, this desire can still be unexplored to him. It’s all an act of trust to him. You trust him bare, crevices and dips for him to sink his fingers and teeth into, and he trusts you (if it can be called that) to touch him.

He might clench his jaw if you brush your teeth against his neck and ear, and you’d know immediately it’s a sensitive area for him. He likes his hair messed with, tugged maybe, but too harshly and he’ll bite you harder. His desire is something deeply-seated and only unveiled in these moments to you, just as his true nature is closed off to those around him.

Kevin is a sight above you. Sweat ghosting his forehead, dark locks beautifully blanketing your own face — it’s entrancing. He’ll allow you to hug him close in these moments before you finish, despite the obsessive need to watch your every facial twitch, if only because he’s just as ruined and out of it.

[mymegrokosmos]

the boyz as boyfriends drabble. i was left alone watching their content too long today so here you go. if you like this one i'll add the other members these are just my headcanons based on their body language/behaviour observed lately.

jacob is the kind of bf to constantly have one arm slung around you shoulder as he leans into your side or against your back. he makes it look effortless with his other hand casually slipped into one pants pocket. It's second nature to him, like breathing. If you reach up and hold his hand, he won't show it but he's melting just a little inside. he slings one arm around each of your shoulders when walking or standing between you and a friend, male or female (so long as you're both comfortable with that).

kevin is the type of bf to not mind you constantly hanging off of him. in fact, he likes that it shows how much you like him and how safe and comfortable you feel with him. he likes that you let down your walls if you're not usually a particularly touchy person and let yourself be vulnerable with him. that you trust him not to disrespect or overstep your boundaries and just feel like you can be yourself around him.

changmin is the type of bf to always be backhugging you or slipping his hands in your hoodie pockets and burying his face in your back or the crook of your neck. when you call him on it he claims that he's cold but that's always his excuse and if you try to pull away you can bet that he'll whine until you sigh and give in to his cuddling. he will absolutely 100% insist on holding your back to his chest, arms around your waist as he shuffles you both into the kitchen or wherever you were headed before he interrupted.

hyunjae also likes to have an arm around you but he moves around and fidgets, always coming back to you eventually but not usually staying still for very long. he plays with yout hoodie strings or necklaces, or your fingers whenever you reach up to stop his fidgeting or hold his hand in yours. when he laughs he pulls your whole body along with him in whatever direction he flops bc you know that man is collapsing like a rag doll while he loses it.

juyeon likes to rest a hand on your shoulder, or his chin. the type of bf to hook an arm loosely around your neck and hover from behind you staring down anyone you're talking to unblinkingly like a cat while he sizes them up and completely tunes out the conversation around you both until you tap his arm or tilt your head back to look up at him. lace your fingers through his, play with his rings or hold his wrist to have him melting and peering closer to catch whatever you have to say, you now have his full attention. he will stare at you like you've just hung the moon bc he's so endeared by everything you do.

eric is the type of bf to keep an arm around your waist or shoulder not just to keep you close but to let other people know you're taken. he's always hovering close when you're at parties or gatherings. will squeeze your hand or hips to make sure you're still there or when he feels like you aren't paying enough attention to him. he's protective and also likes to know you're safe in crowded places. 100% the type to insist on pouring your drinks for you but doing it one handed bc the man refuses to let go of his hold on you for even a minute he loves affection pls give it to him.

[daisyvisions]

Thick as Thieves | Octoberfest Day 6

➺ Pairing - childhood bff!Kevin x fem! reader

➺ Drink - Mojito with a shot of gin (aka childhood friend!au x voyeurism)

➺ Summary - How far are you willing to go to help your friend, especially if he’s been your friend since childhood?

➺ Word Count - 1.7K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), fuckboy!Kevin, voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, face riding, hair pulling, dry humping, pussy!drunk Kevin, one-sided love (if you squint), some breast groping, let me know if I missed anything.

➺ Author’s note - Did not proofread this after writing so forgive me if it seems all over the place but I tried my best to make it make sense hahaha hope you enjoy!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

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Knock knock knock.

You sigh to yourself as you hear the sound coming from your front door. You were just about to plop down on your bed, wrap yourself in your cozy blanket, and call it a day by watching your favorite TV show.

You pause for a moment, waiting to see if you were just hearing things, but your guess was wrong when the sound of knocking was heard once more. And it wasn't just any normal knock. It was a special knock with a certain rhythm to it. Once you heard the special beat, you already knew who was behind the door.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he decided to stop by your apartment when he should be getting ready for his "big" date tonight. As soon as you open the front door, you're greeted by a waft of his signature cologne. The cologne that makes you grow weak in the knees (you didn't need to tell him that) but more importantly, a very panic-stricken Kevin as he tries to catch his breath.

To some, the sight of your college's resident fuckboy right at your doorstep would make them faint on the spot, but to you, he's just Kevin, your best friend since you were kids.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?"

"It's an emergency, I need your help—"

"Oh, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, can I come in?" He pushes past you as if he owns the place.

You don't take offense at his current demeanor but rather it makes you worried even more. You've never seen Kevin like this before, wondering what kind of emergency he's talking about. By the time you close the door and turn around to face him, he's already pacing around the small foyer of your apartment.

"Kev, what's going on—"

"Before you have any violent reactions to what I'm about to ask, I need you to hear me out for a sec." He pauses, lets out a deep sigh, his eyes struggling to meet yours as a blush starts creeping onto his cheeks.

"I need you to show me how you touch yourself," he mumbles as he watches your reaction.

"I'm sorry— Can you run that by me again?" You look at him as if he had grown another head on his shoulder.

"Show me how you touch yourself."

"Now it sounds even more ridiculous the second time," you snickered.

"I'm in a dry spell. All my past hookups have been saying I suck at foreplay and word is starting to spread and I really cannot fuck up my date tonight."

Kevin steps closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he looks you straight in the eyes.

"Look, I know it's weird—"

"It is fucking weird, Kevin! We're best friends!" Your eyes widen at him.

"And that's exactly why I'm asking you!" He matches your tone. "Just this once, can you do me this one solid? And we never have to speak about it again. I— I just want this date to go well…" His voice turns into a murmur.

By how his shoulders start to slump, you could already tell how badly this is affecting him. You want to help him out, you really do! But the thought of how this might affect your friendship weighs on you.

"Nevermind, I'm sorry I asked you—" Kevin's hands drop from your shoulders, a dark cloud suddenly casting over him as he walks past you to the front door. You feel your moral compass being pulled left and right. He's done so much for you over the years and not once has he asked for a favor in return. And it's just a simple favor, right? What's the worst that can happen?

"Wait—" You sigh to yourself, quickly turning around before you change your mind. Kevin turns back around to face you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"I'll do it. But just this once, okay?"

"Kevin, can you please back up a bit? Don't make this weirder than it already is."

"Oh sorry—" Kevin scoots backwards, giving you the space to lie back against your pillows. As you get settled and are about to pull down your shorts, his surprised tone halts your movements.

"Woah, woah, wait—"

"What?"

"You're not going to keep them on?" He asks worriedly as his doubts slowly start to sink in.

"What do you— Kevin, how the hell am I supposed to show you if my shorts are on?" You say as a matter of fact.

"Right, right— sorry. Continue—" He shakes his head.

You proceed to hook your fingers to the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips as you pull the article of clothing down before tossing them to the side of your bed. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before you slowly open your legs, exposing yourself to him.

Watching you slowly reveal your exposed bottom half stirred something within Kevin's stomach. It was like looking at porn for the first time in his life. He couldn't believe how mesmerizing you looked in this moment. Suddenly, his cock twitches beneath his jeans as you stick two fingers in your mouth, lubricating your digits before you begin.

"I'm not gonna talk, just watch, okay?" You quickly look at him before you close your eyes, trying not to think about him as you manually get yourself off.

You start slowly caressing your folds, dragging the pads of your fingers around the sensitive skin as you tease yourself into this. Your breath hitches at the featherlight touch, imagining it was someone else's fingers teasing you down there. You do this for a moment before inserting your fingers between your folds, running them up and down until they catch onto your pretty little pearl.

Your eyes scrunch at the sensation as you start to move your fingers in a circular motion. Your legs slowly ease apart as your other hand slips under your shirt to grope your own breast. Kevin could feel his throat drying up, especially with how your small whimpers of pleasure slip out of your mouth. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to swallow those moans with his own lips.

For a moment, you forgot he was even there, too caught up in the moment as you enjoy yourself until you open your eyes and gasp, both because of suddenly seeing Kevin kneeling before you but also because you started hitting a good spot as you inserted your fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, Kev— you're so hard," you moan out. The sight of his erection desperately pressing against the zipper of his jeans, the outline of his manhood giving you a surge of confidence as you pump your fingers inside you faster.

"Hm? Oh—" Kevin looks down at his pants as your statement shakes him from his trance. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," you smile at him. "It's kinda hot, actually—" You cut yourself off as you curl your fingers.

"Holy shit…" Kevin mumbles, intensely watching you finger yourself. He doesn't notice his body leaning forward, slowly lowering himself onto his stomach to get closer to your glistening folds. He licks his lips, itching to know what you taste like on his tongue as he gets a faint whiff of your essence.

There was something about Kevin being at eye level with your cunt that sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy. You've heard of the stories before, but you never thought in this life you'd see the sight before you and now you're thirsting for more of it.

You pull your fingers out, whining as the pads of your fingers play with your clit once more. You go faster, desperately wanting to reach your high.

"Please…" Kevin whimpers.

"Hm?" You slightly prop your head up to look at him.

"Please— need to taste you." He begs as his eyes start to droop from the sexual atmosphere. You nod your head without thinking, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Thank fucking god—" Kevin lunges forward like a madman. His arms pulling your ankles aggressively towards himself as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he locks them in place. He dives in and licks one fat stripe between your folds, making you scream his name as your hands fly to his head, gripping his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's his lifeline.

Your head starts to spin the more his mouth moves against your heat. You don't know what the fuck these girls were talking about. Kevin's a natural at this! To be honest, he might even be the best pussy eater you've been with and you're not just saying that because he's your best friend.

You start to mindlessly grind your hips onto his face, trying to desperately reach your high. You feel the mattress rocking slowly beneath you as Kevin ruts into the mattress, seeking his own high as well in the process. Your fingers tighten, pulling his hair as you feel yourself slowly falling off the edge. Kevin groans into your cunt, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him thrust his hips into the mattress faster.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close. Kevin, please—" You whine as he moans against your folds. The way you say his name switches something inside his brain, making him suddenly insert two fingers inside you, curling and pumping them in and out like there's no tomorrow.

You ride his face into the sunset until you finally see stars, your hips twitching as you fall over the edge. Your thighs involuntarily start closing together, squeezing Kevin's head in the process. Kevin lets out a loud grunt, suddenly stilling his movements as he buries his face further into your sex.

You let out a dreamy sigh afterwards. In all your years being sexually active, this was by far the hardest you've come. You prop your head again to check in on Kevin, whose face is still down between your legs.

"…Kevin? Are you okay down there?" You try not to laugh at the current situation. His head pops up, looking at you with dazed eyes. He lazily smiles at you, looking as if he had reached an all-time high.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that…"

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 63; crow)

@118dailydrabble

notes: future fic

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Tommy jumped. "What the hell?"

"Hey, no swearing in front of—you again?"

Howie came back with fresh drinks for the two of them and Evan, just as a fucking crow landed next to Tommy and eight-week-old baby Kevin.

"Evan, do crows eat newborns?" Tommy asked nervously. He was the one holding Kevin, and probably the one who would have to get his eyes gouged out defending him. He'd had a good career, a good life. He'd be okay.

"He's not gonna peck your eyes out, he's just annoying and shows up sometimes," Howie replied. "What do you want now?"

The crow looked unimpressed, then dropped a silver bracelet next to Tommy's beer and flew off.

Howie sighs. "Typical."

[odysseus-day]

On Thea Muldani

The first time she meets Jean Moreau, he smells like sweat and antiseptic, like gauze in desperate need of changing, like blood going sour beneath mounds of rotting bandage. She doesn’t even recognize him as a person at first — just another bruised, sharp-edged body among the wreckage Riko gathers like trophies. But then he looks up, and his face is all too wrong to be anything but real. Too young, too thin. His skin is swollen where it should be smooth, hollow where it should be full, like someone has carved him down to the bone just to see what would happen. His lip is split, the blood dry and flaking like rust, and when she shifts her weight between cleats, he flinches so sharply it’s like he’s already tasted the pain of it.

Jean Moreau is on her court, and he looks like something that has been left too long to rot. His wrists are too thin, his skin too pale except the violent hues that stain his sunken face — yellowed bruises, half-healed cuts, fresh red welts that still weep and ooze. The blood is drying black at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t wipe it away without permission. He doesn’t meet her eyes either, just stares somewhere past, like he’s been trained not to see. 

When Riko shoves him forward, his knees buckle, but he catches himself on instinct before he hits the ground. A mistake. His breath hitches, and she sees it — the way he braces for an impact that doesn’t yet come, the way his shoulders curl inward, waiting for unpredictable hands to leave their mark. 

“He’s fourteen,” Riko says, stalling it out before he finally gives into his own pressing cruelty; Moreau is on his knees before she can even raise a brow at the notion, blinking up with gray eyes as hollow as a chasm, wondering surely if she’ll be yet another captor to grind him into sand. “Isn’t that ridiculous?” 

“He’s fourteen,” Riko says, like it’s a joke, like Jean should be grateful he made it this far — and maybe he should be. There are worse things than being Riko’s pet. There are worse things than kneeling on this beautiful court, waiting to be told exactly where your worthless life belongs. Thea has seen what happens to the ones who don’t listen, the ones who don’t survive. So when Jean stays silent, when he doesn’t even dare to beg, she knows exactly why.

Fourteen. It’s not even a number that shocks her anymore — it just makes sense. Riko collects broken pieces. He likes watching them mend themselves back together in all the wrong ways. Jean Moreau is nothing new. Just another name to forget, another body to shape into something that could someday be useful. Fourteen means nothing when you’re standing on this court. Fifteen means nothing with a racquet in hand. He’ll be sixteen soon enough, and then what will it matter? Seventeen, eighteen, dead…

But Jean Moreau disgusts her. Not because of what’s happening to him — she knows better than to care — but because he’s still breathing, still moving, still existing silently despite it all. He’s already lost, already ruined, and yet he blinks up at her with those dull, stupid eyes like he thinks there’s something left to salvage. Like he thinks there’s a way out of this.

He doesn’t cry, and maybe that’s what gets her. He flinches, braces, with a desperate plea in his expression, but he doesn’t cry. Not even when Riko shoves him down again, not even when he lands hard on one wrist and something audibly crackles and pops. He just breathes through it, steady and practiced like a mantra or an oath. And Thea wonders — how much can one person take before they stop being a person at all?

Submission is vital for any Raven, but weakness is a vulnerability she knows best how to poke and prod at, peeling back each fraying thread until the toys she’s handed are far too unraveled to put back together. Riko rearranges the pieces until they’re too displaced to gild back together with anything pretty; Thea goes in for the kill. His violence breaks the body, her words warp the mind. They’re a team in all the worst ways; he’s a stepping stone to claw her way up the ranks.

Jean averts his gaze when Riko’s stare turns back on him, and he doesn’t look at her again. He doesn’t look at either of them. And Thea knows, without having to be told, that it’s only because he is simply not allowed. She wonders if she could make him flinch. If she reached out now, if she traced one of those ugly, half-healed bruises, would he break apart beneath her hands? If she peeled back the gause, gently traced the length of each open wound, tilted his chin ever so upward to meet her eyes. 

Jean is just another stray, another body thrown into the pit. He can wear a number on his cheek all he’d like, but he’ll never find his way off of the ground. 

“Well isn’t he cute?” she coos.

Jean doesn't react to her words, and she wonders briefly if he even knows how to anymore. If anyone has ever called him cute before, if the word even registers as an insult the way she intends it. His fingers twitch against the pristine court, curling slightly inward, but he keeps his head bowed, his shoulders tight. He’s waiting.

Thea’s thoughts wander, flicking briefly back to the green-eyed boy in her fondest memories. She can almost taste the sickening sweetness of the scenes that dance in tune with one another, how soft and pliable he was back then. She remembers Kevin as he was when they met, how his eyes were too bright and far too full of hope. He carried himself like he still believed in something, like he was so irrevocably important he could still be saved from this. She broke him in a different way — she breaks him in a different way, day in and day out, as Riko snickers to himself within earshot. Not with fists or kicks, but with that slow, delicate unraveling, making him bend to her with the kind of gentleness that would’ve made anyone else gag.

But Kevin didn’t. He doesn’t. He obeyed and obeys, folding under her, crumbling into her hands like softened clay. That has always been his weakness — his softness. Always too kind, too desperate to please. He’s “cute” in a way that makes Thea sick, a boy so eager to do anything to escape the mess he’d found himself in, so broken by his own desire to be loved.

She could test this boy. She could toe that decrepit line between suffocating fondness and gentle cruelty, could trace a finger along the underside of his swollen jaw just to watch him swallow back his instinct to flinch. She could tilt his gaze, force his eyes to meet hers, see if there’s even a person left in there or if Riko has already hollowed him out completely.

But she doesn’t.

She could test Jean, but briefly her mind flickers back to how intensely Kevin would retch at the cruelty. He’s never had the stomach for it Riko does, and building one inside of him is much more work than she has the patience for. 

Still, it makes her wonder. What would it have been like, if she had him the same way Riko has Jean? She could have done much more with that kind of softness. She could have made him the tool she needed, or maybe she could have shattered him completely. Kevin had never been the kind of broken that left pieces in his wake to scrape back together; he’s more like a ribbon, twisted and knotted until the shape of him is unrecognizable, and the tangles run far too deep to ever undo.

She pulls herself from the thought and focuses back on Jean. She taps her racquet against the ground, another idle movement that carries the quiet power of someone who knows they don’t have to act to control the room. Jean’s body is still bent, his head still low. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t break.

Instead of snapping the stick over the spinier point of his back, she exhales sharply through her nose and shifts her weight again like she’s already lost interest. If she acknowledges him for too long, it might come across as if she cares. And she doesn’t. She can’t. He isn’t worth the energy to pick at bit by bit, to torment and tease until he’s falling apart in her hands. 

Jean Moreau is just another broken thing, another body on the pile they’ll use to climb to the top. He’s fourteen, but what does that mean when you’re a Raven? He’ll learn like the rest of them. He’ll keep his mouth shut and his head down, and if he’s lucky, he won’t end up smeared across a locker room floor before he can be at least somewhat useful.

“Position?”

Thea watches Riko step forward, watches his shadow stretch long across Jean’s hunched form, and she doesn’t move to stop him. She never does.

“Backliner,” he sneers with a wild fury in his eyes. “Yours to train, if you can even stand him.”

There’s a brief moment, just before the first kick, where Jean presses his knees tight against his chest, like maybe he’s considering bracing for it, maybe he thinks if he moves just right it won’t hurt as much. But it will, it always will, and she will watch every time. She will watch with her arms folded and jaw clenched, eyes focused and expression blank. She will watch with every ounce of whoever she may have been before this turned off, shut out, lying next to the boy’s crumpled little body in a grave as shallow as the depths of her own empathy. 

She will watch, and maybe if he’s lucky, he will die.

She will watch, and maybe if he’s luckier, he’ll give in.

“I don’t know, boss. I’m already a bit sick of him.”

[soleilwoo]

honeymoon with tbz 🫠🫠

honeymoon with tbz

warning: suggestive

[☀︎] — sangyeon. for your honeymoon, he chooses a traditional destination in south korea. for the duration that you’re there, he guides you by the hand and never lets go. he wants everyone to know that you’re his spouse, now and forever. you do whatever you want first and then he picks out some ideas once you run out of your own. some of his ideas included many restaurant dates with a romantic view on a terrace or balcony and taking you where the scenery is breathtaking. the first time you sleep together as a married couple will be like a dream. rose petals on the bed, silk sheets, and expensive champagne. he takes his time with you, kissing you slow and deep and making sure you are satisfied before he ever even starts thinking about himself. you always fall asleep before him, so he watches over your sleeping form and wonders how he got so lucky to have a chance at marriage and a life full of happiness with you. once the honeymoon is over, he feels a bit sad. he wishes he could always go on romantic getaways like this.

[☀︎] — jacob. he let’s you choose the destination for the honeymoon. the two of you wanted to see the world, so you decided to pick a place that was a tourist’s dream. a place that would be perfect for sightseeing. he often makes a romantic atmosphere for the times of intimacy (roses on the bed if you like this, candles, the kind of scenarios you enjoy the most), during which he would be extra affectionate. the best thing about your honeymoon was that the two of you could explore with the freedom to do whatever. he enjoyed being able to walk around a city for a change rather than just rushed from car to arena and back again.

[☀︎] — younghoon. he chooses a classic honeymoon destination where he’s in pastry heaven. he wants to see literally everything and he has to be the first person in the bakery as soon as it opens - he is not missing out on any of those warm baked goods for breakfast. you visit nearby museums and learn more about the location and it’s history. and take a trip to the winery, spending the whole day walking hand in hand, and stealing kisses behind your wine glasses. at the end he makes sunset dinner reservations. you haven’t been intimate with one another on your wedding night, so there’s a lot of exploring your bodies going on. one night of the honeymoon he gets extremely emotional because the married life is seriously starting to set in.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. he insisted that he carry you through the threshold of your honeymoon suite. it took everything in him not to kick the door open, knowing the staff wouldn’t appreciate that. he couldn’t help it, just so happy and excited for the prospect of your new life together. the grin never left his lips for the entirety of the past couple of days: from the ceremony, to the reception, to packing your suitcases, the car ride to the airport, the plane ride. most of it being spent on the touristy things you could do together. he knows you don’t need fancy things and expensive food (he will still give them to you though), it’s the little things that make the memories special. he’s the sweetest and makes sure you don’t regret marrying him. your nights together consists of gentle love bites and passionate lovemaking. he loves you a lot and he was intent on showing you how much physically as well as materialistically, simply because he could.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he doesn’t really have anywhere in mind when it comes to a destination. he just wants to be alone with you, bottom line. he decides on something more secluded like a cabin in the mountains. and since he’s the best cook, he happily cooks for you the entire time you’re both there. not really with the intention of being romantic, though he still ends up being romantic about it. he sets candles and roses just because it seemed like it fit. you spend the entire honeymoon cuddling and playing boardgames. when the time comes, he takes consummating your marriage very seriously. shows you all his appreciation in bed. it’s super sensual and intense. you two go for morning hikes up the mountain to watch the sunrise together.

[☀︎] — kevin. he wants to go somewhere fun for his honeymoon. it has to be somewhere unusual and not cliche. cliche is boring. he wants to go skydiving and bungee jumping and water rafting, all that good stuff. he’s got a set schedule of fun things to do, but by the second day, you’ve both exhausted his list and spend the entire evening in bed together. ordering room service, watching movies, napping, and of course other physical things. you get hella worshipped in bed. he’s waited so long for this so he’s not settling for some vanilla, soft core stuff. he makes sure you get the whole package. he makes it his personal goal to make friends with as many locals as possible just so he can show you off, his newly spouse. his favorite thing to do is go wandering with you, without a care where you end up. luckily you never forget a map because of this.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). you went on your honeymoon the night of your wedding. he prepares a few cute honeymoon gifts for you. yeah, you’ve gotten a lot of gifts from all of your family and friends, but this is different. he wanted it to be something personal, just something between the two of you. he melts, heart fluttering at the sight of you in pure joy, his gaze on you soft and tender. he’s all for going out to explore. the two of you organized most of your honeymoon on impulse, finding activities as you went along. more than anything else he wanted to rest, do a little shopping, and sit and grab a drink just about everywhere. the highlight of your honeymoon was the cocktails and getting extremely handsy because you’ve had way too many. the other members made sure that the two of you brought them back souvenirs from your trip most importantly.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). he plans the honeymoon and doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you. it’s a surprise. and he has you guessing where the destination is for weeks up until you actually go. he wants time to build suspense. at first, when he mentioned that to you, you were hesitant to agree. you only have one honeymoon, after all. but you decide to trust him and go with it. he doesn’t stray too far from home for your honeymoon. he seriously gets so kinky over a span of just a few days. at first he couldn’t even get naked without blushing and now he’s so adventurous and wants to try everything. he made sure to capture plenty of photos from the trip so that you could look back over them.

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. honeymoon with him isn’t anything over the top. he let’s you handle the accommodations because you seem to know more about what you want to see and where you want to go than he does. he only cares about a bed and doing lots of eating. however, he still has romantic sensibilities and puts effort into making your getaway perfect. he wants to make the honeymoon about just enjoying each other’s presence. the atmosphere of being newly-wed and wherever place you’re spending your time affects his need for intercourse. everywhere you stopped, you made sure to top up on snacks, with plenty to take home to everyone too. your heart was definitely full by the end of the trip, he had completely taken your breath away.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. the first three days are somewhat goofy; the fact that you both are married hasn’t yet hit either of you, and you’re continuing on like normal. he jokingly argues that you should be the one to carry him when you eventually arrive, supposedly tired from the wedding, trying to appease people he knew he won’t be seeing again for another couple of years — or whenever the next big event was. you roll your eyes, this is what you signed up for, “is it too early to get a divorce?” there’s lots and lots of bathing and showering together. he likes to keep you busy (inside and outside the bedroom) so you’ll be in the shower like three times a day after you do fun honeymoon activities. you both compete to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks plus the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.

[☀︎] — eric. he’s such a handful to take care of on a honeymoon. he wants to do a million things and he can’t decide what. go eat. go to the beach. get drinks. sit in and cuddle. he’s such a mess. you probably have to be the one to decide or else you’d get nothing done. he’s such a gentleman the entire time on the trip. he usually always is but this time he’s expert level. he’s a married man now! he shows you that he’s serious about being your husband. honestly wants to be treated with you. a spa day with messages, facials, yoga, pretty much everything. and he would be recording your making love because he wants to keep the memories? lmao. there’s lots of recorded love making but you make him delete it all before the trip is over. he complains so much when your honeymoon is over and tries to find a way to stay longer. he just had such a great time he doesn’t want to leave.

[petvampire]

Ichirou Moriyama is basically just building a harem of Exy players, and I’m here for it.

Fully blaming @300foxholecourtt for the line that sparked this whole concept for me. 💖

~

Kevin Day is without a doubt his prettiest investment.

He has a feeling it’s more than his skill on the court that has led to the so-called ‘son of Exy’ always being in the limelight. He has a face made for publicity: a strong, firm jaw and those so-green eyes, the tattoo drawing attention to his perfect cheekbones, dark hair always tousled just so. Even fresh from a game, he’s prettier than he has any right to be, regardless of exhaustion or injury.

Of course, Ichirou prefers him rumpled and desperate, those perfect lips wrapped around his cock or shaping a breathless litany of pleas. It’s a heady pleasure, bringing the Court’s Queen to his knees, reducing him to gasps and moans and begging. He’s far prettier that way than he ever will be in front of a camera; that sight is reserved for his Lord.

Jean Moreau is his most well-behaved investment. It is a welcome change of pace from Kevin’s frequently bratty behavior, as Jean lacks the ego the other former Raven boasts. He is the one whose loyalty Ichirou has the least reason to doubt; he weighs the risks of rebellion far more carefully than the others do, knows and welcomes the relative safety inherent in obedience.

His submission is beautiful thing, one Ichirou savors like a fine wine. He takes his time with Jean, even showing some measure of tenderness to him, soothing his broken bird’s most jagged edges. It wins him far greater devotion than cruelty would.

In exchange for that kindness, Jean acts as a tempering force for the others when he can, reining them in when they get too unruly. They would both do anything for him, after all.

Nathaniel Wesninski - or rather, Neil Josten, as his new name is legally recognized now - is his most unpredictable investment. He is quite the asset, yes, but he is a wild little fox, one Ichirou is not certain will ever be tamed. There is something quite dangerous about him, in a way that fires the blood.

They play games with one another, a constant back and forth of power and risk, threat and control. Neil is a fiery thing, and bringing him to heel is a rush, all adrenaline and excitement. Ichirou finds him too fascinating to break, enjoys someone who will push back - to a degree. He knows how to bring Neil in line when he goes too far, who to threaten, who to hurt, but the other rarely makes him resort to such tactics.

He enjoys the game, too.

[post-historical-posts]

In reference to this and this, and also this post, I was inspired to write this snippet.

It's The Sudden Stop That Kills You

Kevin Day cracked, but he was always cracking, radiating spider web fractures. It was just a crack, but something broken was once just cracked after all.

There was a call.

Jean's phone said it was 11:59pm and Kevin Day was calling him.

Kevin never called. Jean picked up right away.

"Je-an" An uncertain voice came through the phone.

His name was broken up in the middle by an exhale; he's tired was Jean's first immediate thought, it's the early morning in South Carolina right now was his second.

Jean could hear the whistling of the wind in the background which meant Kevin must be outside at 3 o'clock in the morning for some god forsaken reason.

"Je-an?" His name was split in half once again, a lilt in Kevin’s voice betraying his unease. There was a sinking feeling in Jean's chest, though he wasn't sure where it was coming from.

"Where are you?" Jean said, and it came out in a rush without him meaning to.

"Outside." Kevin pronounced, one word, not even a sentence.

"The court?" Jean said hopefully, though he didn't know why.

"A roof." Kevin exhaled, his breath barely carrying his response.

Confusion rose in Jean. "Why are you on a roof?" he asked.

"To clear my head."

Kevin was sighing with every response. He kept pausing as if he didn't have enough energy to participate in the conversation he had initiated.

"And you can't do that from indoors?" Jean said, trying to stop his annoyance from slipping into his tone. It was something he had learned to be good at from his time in the Nest.

"We spent our whole lives underground." Kevin said with finality and without further explanation.

Jean didn't know what was causing it, but he felt a nervousness beginning to set in.

"Kevin—"

"I wanted to see the stars." Kevin interrupted undeterred.

"Kevin—" Jean attempted once again, frustration colouring his tone.

"What's your favorite star?" Kevin cut in seemingly unbothered carrying on a one-sided conversation.

"Does anyone know where you are?" Jean interjected nervously.

"Mine's the North Star." Kevin resolutely ignored Jean's attempt to derail his chosen topic of conversation and continued.

They were having 2 separate conversations now, talking past each other. Jean wasn't paying attention to what Kevin was saying but this was something Kevin had long become accustomed to.

"What rooftop are you on?" Jean fussed, urgency and stress leaking into his voice.

"Do you want to know why?" Kevin ignored Jean, unstoppable. It was a rhetorical question, and if Jean wasn't currently on the verge of a panic attack, he would take Kevin to task over his obsession with hearing himself speak.

"Kevin." He said desperately.

"It's the brightest star in Ursa Minor and can be seen every night. It always points north, so you can use it like a compass to find your way home. Historically, navigators used a sextant to determine the angle between the horizon and a celestial body, like a star, to calculate latitude and longitude."

Once he got started Jean knew Kevin could disappear down an information rabbit hole for hours going from opinion to tangent and back again.

"Did you know Earth's axial precession causes the North Celestial Pole to move, sweeping across different stars over thousands of years? Currently, Polaris is the North Star, but in the past, stars like Thuban and Kochab were closer to the pole. In about 12,000 years, Vega, the brightest star in the northern constellation of Lyra, will be the North Star." He soldiered on gaining speed at a frantic pace.

"Stop!" Jean yelled, breathing rapidly, his heart racing.

"The dorms!" Kevin supplied immediately at a reciprocal volume. He answered as if it was an undue burden to appease Jean by providing him with an answer.

"I'm on the roof of the dorms, ok?" Kevin whispered faintly.

Jean was already moving to get Jeremy so he could get a hold of Neil, quietly so Kevin wouldn't be tipped off.

"That's why I've always liked it." Kevin said shyly, a non sequitur if Jean had ever heard one.

"What?" Jean replied automatically, distracted.

"The North Star is the title we give to the brightest star near Earth's rotational axis in the North Pole. The star itself is unimportant, there have been in fact many stars with that title, the important thing was it's position and influence, that for thousands of years it helped shape our history. Humans would have never circumnavigated the globe or done any number of the amazing things we did without it being exactly where it was."

There was a pause, Jean waited but Kevin didn't fill the silence.

Suddenly Kevin sighed. "I wish I'd taken more photos of the stars—they're breathtaking."

"Why did you call me Kevin?" Weariness had seeped in now and changed Jean's voice. If words could be a plea, Jean had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and yet he was dreading it all the same.

"I want you to sit with me while it happens." Kevin said, and shattered Jean’s whole world.

[little2nerdy]

“Okay, when he gets back, don’t say anything, don’t look at him, let him come to you, and if he doesn’t, just ignore him.” Aaron was nervously wringing his hands, pacing the kitchen while they waited for the pizza.

Kate nodded along, she and Andrew still did not get along, but they were civil, the past couple of years had allowed them to adjust to each others presence.

She was friends with Nicky and Neil and hoped they would be a buffer between Andrew and her unexpected few days in Columbia before she headed out with Aaron.

They had had to take a later flight but the dorms were closed so Aaron had made the executive decision to have her stay with his family for the extra two days. 

“I know how your brother is, but it’s just for a night, I promise it’ll be okay.” Nerves still churned in her gut. She hoped she was right…

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When Andrew walked into the house he was met with a living room full of people. He knew his family was spending part of the break together.

Neil, Nicky, and Aaron, the house’s usual occupants, were expected. But Aaron’s cheerleader had joined them. Sending a silent nod to his family in greeting, he purposely kept his eyes off the additional redhead.

He dropped his bag by the door and grabbed a slice of pizza from the counter. He filled up his water bottle and made to exit the kitchen to head to his room. He could feel the quiet tension, not even Nicky filling up the awkward silence like he normally would. 

“How was your drive?” Neil broke the quiet.

“Kevin was annoying as usual.” He had dropped the striker off at the airport so he could spend his break in California with the frenchie and the human embodiment of sunshine.

He motioned to Neil to follow him upstairs. As Neil passed he squeezed Andrew’s hand and headed up, Andrew followed a few steps behind before he stopped at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Hello, Katelyn.” With that, he moved up the stairs and away from the commotion he was sure to have created.

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based on an interaction i had with my sisters boyfreind (i'm andrew in this situation), he stayed with us for a weekend and the only words i spoke to him the whole time where hello and his name. the conversation between aaron and katelyn is one my sister had with her *awful* boyfreind before i got there because apparently i fill my role as indimidating older sibling too well...

i love katelyn this isn't to imply i dislike her i just felt like the situation was something that could def happen between kate & andrew

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Suck My Balls | Kevin Magnussen x Mercedes! Reader

Summary: When you and Kevin collide on track, fans half-expect you to start attacking each other. That’s not… quite how it ends.

Warnings: 18+ after the cut. Male oral. Enemies to lovers. Not an original title but how could I call it anything else 

Requested: No, which makes it worse lol

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yn_ln starting p3 tomorrow, looking forward to going racing. in a position to push for a podium

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mercedesamgf1 that’s our girl! looking forward to a masterclass of overtaking 

georgerussell63 flaunting the gear, are we? yet you make fun of me when i post the tommy

→ yn_ln “flaunting the gear” and “post the tommy” this is why twitter say you have 0 aura

→ georgerussell63 @/mercedesamgf1 she’s being mean again 

→ user i love the 2019 rookies in merc

charles_leclerc you couldn't have gone a little slower and let me on the second row instead? 

→ yn_ln it’s against my contract to help pretty boys 

→ danielricciardo is that why you gave max a tow?

→ maxverstappen1 that was an accident! 

user she’s such a great starter. i bet she ends up leading by the second lap at least 

user y/n podium incoming

→ user i think you mean y/n win incoming 

→ alex_albon i can feel it in my bones 

→ yn_ln thank you my #1 fan

→ georgerussell63 so you steal my aura and my alex? 

user it’s a shame that y/n’s time knocked nico into p11

→ user it's okay because haasband kevin magnussen will be committing war crimes to defend him 

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A throaty groan filled the room as nimble fingers tugged harshly on cropped blond strands. In response, his lips sucked on the pulse point below your ear. Kevin chuckled against your skin when your hips rolled eagerly against him.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this,” you spat, shoving him away from you.

“Skat, I have my thigh between your legs. There’s no way for me to not enjoy this.”

You rolled your eyes at the smug grin on his face, pushing him until the back of his knees hit the edge of the hotel bed. He let himself fall backwards with a soft thud. Tucking an arm behind his head, he watched your eyes track the flex of his bicep with a smug smirk.

“Don’t be an asshole. Or I stop.”

“Now that would be more disappointing than the DNF.” His words trailed off as he choked on his own breath. The palm of your hand pressing down harshly on the bulge in his jeans. “Fucking hell.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“Do you really want to piss me off right now?”

Kevin lifted his head, blue eyes darkened and pink lips apart, breathing heavily. Your hand moved to the top of his jeans, popping open the button and revealing a glimpse of grey boxers. A dark spot had formed where his tip sat.

“Desperate, are we?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Kevin groaned, pink staining his cheeks.

“Only when my mouth’s full.”

“Then I suggest you get on with it.”

He lifted his hips, helping you to pull the denim down his thighs, giving up once they’d reached his knees. He watched eagerly, holding his breath as your fingertips reached for the waistband of his boxers. He squirmed when your fingers skimmed his stomach. His boxers are pulled down, freeing his cock. It slaps against his stomach, thick and heavy. The cool air paired with the way you’re looking at him sends goosebumps rippling across his thighs.

A stuttered breath left his lips when your hand wrapped around him. Slowly working him, you sink to your knees between his legs. Your hair tickles his thighs when you lean down to press a kiss to the bottom of his stomach.

“Don’t be such a tease,” he hissed.

You ignored him, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his thigh all whilst your hand pumped him. Your tongue licked a stripe up his balls, enjoying the way his body jolted beneath you.

“Fuck,” he grunted when you took his balls in your mouth, sucking slightly. You chuckled against him, sending vibrations through his balls. “Oh, shit.”

Your tongue trailed a line from his balls, up the underside of his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip. Looking up, your eyes connected with his just as you sucked. Enjoying the way his head tipped back, you took more of him into your mouth before pulling back up. His hips bucked up, chasing your lips. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed up and down. His abs clenched when your tongue traced his slit, and you were rewarded with a throaty groan from Kevin. His hand reached for the back of your head, tangling in your hair. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to pull back. Pulling back up, your lips sucked gently on the head of his cock.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kevin whispered, pushing a strand of hair back from your face.

Using his hold on your hair, he pushed your head down further. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly. Your hand continued to pump what you couldn't reach with your mouth. Allowing Kevin to control the pace, you relaxed your jaw, taking more of him in when he pushed you down again.

“Shit, you’re so good at that. I’m so close.”

Encouraged, you suck harder, hand reaching down to cup his balls. With a slight squeeze, you let Kevin push your head down once more as he releases with a loud curse. Thick white ropes of cum paint your tongue, leaking from the side of your mouth.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck. So good.” Kevin whimpered, sensitive as your mouth slid off him.

Hair dishevelled, cheeks pink, mouth wide open, looking spent and satisfied. You decided you could get used to this sight of Kevin.

“I told you that you’d like that.”

Before you could laugh at your own joke, you felt the world spin and your back landed on the white sheets. An involuntary wince escaped you, body bruised from your earlier crash. Kevin immediately scrambled back, off your body.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I forgot- and it’s my fault-“

Your arms reached out for him, yanking until he lost his balance, almost collapsing atop you. His arms fell beside your head, bracing him.

“Shut up. You’re not here to be nice. If I wanted nice, I’d have asked your teammate.”

“He couldn’t fuck you like I can.”

“Prove it.”

And, as Kevin reached down to yank your leggings away, a darkness in his eyes, you knew he would.

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yn_ln it’s a shame some people don’t have better reaction times but the main take away from this weekend is that i’m okay. a little bruised and a lot disappointed. now for a little girly self care 

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landonorris oh god, my eyes 🤮

georgerussell63 blimey, warn a man first. not what i wanted to see 

→ yn_ln "blimey?" do you need to calm your nerves with a spot of tea?

alex_albon treat yourself, girly 

user i love how the 2019 rookies are together

→ user alex being the only supportive one

mercedesamgf1 we’ll see you on that top step soon enough, yn 

user not k mag liking this post whilst she shades him in the caption

→ user can you blame him. she’s thirst trapping

→ user he probably saw people on twitter talking about it and came to drool 

user being a passenger princess is the ultimate form of self care

alexandrasaintmleux loving the aesthetic 

→ user even the man?

→ alexandrasaintmleux especially 

charles_leclerc is the bath a good place to cry?

→ yn_ln yes

→ charles_leclerc can you show me how to make one like that?

→ yn_ln also yes. on my way 

lilymhe okay, i see you. treating yourself in more ways than one

→ yn_ln it definitely was more than one way 

→ landonorris filth!

user why aren’t more people freaking out about the fact that there is clearly a man touching her???

→ user thank you! like who is he? is this a soft launch or just miss thing flaunting the fact that she probably got railed after the grand prix

user anyone else think that tattoo looks a lot like kevin’s?

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Requests are open

No tags because this is smut and I don't know if all of you are comfortable with that :)

[unwantedshivering]

TENDER

Kevin is frighteningly, scarily soft with you after Eva mistakes your bruise for his doing and you refute it.

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WARNINGS: talk of DA (domestic abuse, but none actually committed), weird bruise kissing/touching, up for interpretation ending (could be sexual, could be cuddling), a hint of emotional manipulation and neglect. it’s kev after all

FOR: Kevin Khatchadourian (1.6k)

NOTES: so soft that i question myself if i wrote this with kev in mind, but i kept it as little OOC as possible

Kevin, for all intents and purposes, is like a cat.

This is not said to demean his true nature in any sense. You’ve seen firsthand the cruelty he can display with a brush of his finger, you’ve heard the things whispered along the walls of his home. You’ve spoken with Eva.

It was after your first dinner at the Khatchadourian household as his significant other. It felt more like a flimsy label sticker stuck on a can, but it was still a label rather than a sly tilt of the head — which, not surprisingly, was what you were met with in the first few months you hung around Kevin. Whenever you asked any variation of, “What are we?” it was faced with silence, a cock of the eyebrow, and then him ignoring you.

You came a long way.

After dinner you offered to help Eva with the dishes, and she politely declined before smiling and agreeing. It was awkward. Being alone with Eva in every sense of the word was just… awkward. It seemed as though she never wrapped her head around the fact that you stayed, and you weren’t going anywhere.

You placed a cup on the drying rack, making light conversation with her before she broke the lightheartedness abruptly.

“Does he… ah, Kevin — does he hurt you?”

It was uttered quick, in a short burst as though he could walk in any second and catch her. It felt surreal. You noted immediately that her eyes darted wildly from your face and the bruise you acquired from hitting your arm too hard on a railing.

“You can tell me. I can help, really —“

“No,” you interjected politely, blinking the shock out of your face. “No he doesn’t. I… yeah, he doesn’t. I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry it’s not what you’re looking for.

She deflated immediately. Maybe she was trying to find consolation in the fact that his cruelty was something evident to others, bared to others like it was to her. Still, you couldn’t lie to her. He never hurt you. Sometimes emotionally he drove you insane, but physically he never hurt you in a way that screamed imminent death. Sure, he could grip your wrist a bit too tight, but that was nothing.

Kevin is like a cat.

When you went upstairs that night after awkwardly drying off the dishes with Eva, he was already waiting for you at the top of the stairs. Not a creaking wooden step was heard as he stood unnervingly still, like an apparition waiting for you to make the first movie. You gave him a light smile, a cautious and confused one. He simply pivoted on his heel, leaving to his room. Follow me, the silence said.

And follow you did.

His room was starkly blank, with nothing of interest but his bow and himself. It smelt of linen, and mornings of sun, but right then it smelt of nothing but Kevin. He had taken it upon himself to wear a white button up to dinner, a new development which left your mind reeling. Seriously, if his pale skin and lithe form weren’t emphasized before, the button up simply made him look angelic.

A deceiving sort of angelic, though. It was an uncomfortable sort of normalcy that he didn’t often display, and despite how lovely he looked in his all too-tight shirts, the looseness of the fabric made him look… soft. The exact opposite of what he was. The inky mess on his head only furthered this notion of softness, of, well, normal. He was a normal boyfriend, you could tell yourself.

He sat on the edge of his bed, and you trailed after him like a curious animal, hoping to be met with affection rather than harm. You told the truth to Eva, he never hurt you physically, but his mannerisms set off your base instincts as though he could. It was the possibility.

You stopped right in front of him and he looked up at you through his tussled locks, startlingly long lashes accentuating the darkness of his eyes. “What did she say?” he asked, though it was more like a statement than an inquiry. It was though he already knew.

“Nothing,” you murmured, soft. Soft, soft, soft.

“Don’t lie to me.”

You quirked the smallest smile, because his tone itself was intimidating enough for you to fold under the pressure. If you listened closely, you could’ve heard his heart dancing wildly under his skin, and his breathing catching for some reason. This some unknown and sanctified reason was, perhaps, you. He didn’t attempt to distinguish this, as if he did then he would truly be gone.

“I meant nothing that I could answer,” you reiterated, “nothing that could make me leave.”

Briefly, his intense eye contact broke, and he glanced down at the rest of you standing before him before blank eyes returned to your face. You tilted your head at this, as he was never one to randomly break eye contact, and nonetheless to return it afterward. It was either you had his attention or you didn’t. That was another reason why he was like a cat, you supposed.

In an instant, in a split second of thought, he gripped your waist, finding heavy purchase on the sides to pull you closer. You blinked, a small noise escaping your mouth in shock, your knee resting between his legs in an awkward fashion to not fall fully on him. He always got a little… odd when it came to his mother, and yet never was he touchy. There wasn’t a reason to comfort him when the oddness came in droves and mainly in the form of unfathomable anger.

His hands were large, fingers inching to dig into the flesh of your skin. Despite these urges, to dig as he pleased and not care of your cries, something stopped him. It was almost thankfulness, almost a twisted form of relief that Eva couldn’t make you run out the door screaming. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, the twinge so small that it couldn’t really be deemed feeling.

Other than sharing this with you, he hummed. It was a minuscule confirmation. “I heard what she asked,” he said, eyes looking up at you, grip firm. “She’s stupid to think that.”

Yes, stupid.

You smiled, your own hands finding loose comfort over his own. His purchase didn’t let up, and somehow his jaw set even firmer. “You don’t hurt me,” you answered. “I think you could, but you don’t.”

It was frighteningly bold of you to say this, as he could prove you wrong right then, though he wouldn’t. He could take it as a challenge, though he chose not to. It lit a small fire in Kevin, an annoyance that you were right yet no want to prove you wrong. It was uncannily unlike him.

“You’re stupid to think that.” There was no typical amusement in his voice. It was another statement, like he knew something you didn’t.

Yes, you were also stupid. Though you were still right, and Kevin instead did nothing to refute this other than a weak verbal rebuttal. He roamed your form once again, eyes crossing your collarbones, your shirt slightly lifting to show skin, and finally landing on the unmistakable bruise Eva thought was Kevin’s doing.

Without warning, he let up one of his hands to grip your elbow below the bruise, and you almost thought that yes, you were stupid to think that before his lips met it. It was a light, awkward thing he had to bend his neck for. It was way too soft to be his lips, way too soft to be him. In a fashion that was still himself though, you felt him smirk against the tender flesh as though he knew your brief fear.

You couldn’t lie and say that there wasn’t a staggering hint of terror that gripped your heart. There wasn’t a need a lie, it washed over your face. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of either, but it was the same fear and sense of accomplishment one would receive when a feral animal accepts food from their hand; it was unbelievable, something you could rave about in your head for months.

Despite the awkwardness of the position, Kevin was able to look graceful. His lips met it in a way that they would before taking a bite out of an apple, or perhaps a bruised peach or plum in this situation. Your base instincts told you he would sink his teeth into the skin, dig his fingers and nails into the darkened pit for nothing other than to hear you squeak. He did neither, and your instincts were wrong again. He kissed it once more. And again. And again. Each time a different angle, a different tilt of the head. Each time feather light, without pressure, like a ghost of lips to tantalize your flesh.

Finally, he let go, eyes still zoned in on that bruise as though he was thankful for it. It was a large thing, taking up a good amount of space on your inner arm as you had rammed front-first into railing on a crowded Friday. Kevin didn’t ask how you got it. You thought that aspect probably didn’t matter to him, it was just the fact that it was there.

It was also an ugly thing, growing yellow and purple and dark enough to be questioned in the first place. Despite its ugliness, it was being worshipped in that moment for a reason you couldn’t surmise.

Kevin’s dark eyes met yours again, lips still parted and breath escaping like stolen air. Your air, as you couldn’t believe what he just did. The inky blackness of his eyes under stern eyebrows roamed your face, your expression, tickling your skin with every trace over. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he wanted to engrave your every micro-expression to his memory.

In a singular moment, he pulled you forward, his back hitting the bed and taking you with him in a soft thud.

[kevinsdsy]

“no matter what i do it won’t go away.” kevin kept scrubbing the stain on his shirt. he couldn’t even remember who dropped the drink over him, he just remembered he had excused himself from the table and jean had followed close behind him.

jean had followed close behind him. it almost felt like they were back in the nest— back to when when the two of them would secretly look out for each other, even when they were not supposed to.

of course it wasn’t the case anymore.

kevin had left the nest after his broken hand and even jean had managed to get out to be part of the USC trojans’ lineup.

they were just together at the banquet for one night.

jean leaned against the wall, looking at his former teammate with a bored expression, watching as kevin desperately scrubbed his shirt with no improvements to show for it.

“i’m pretty sure you’re making it worse,” jean had commented in french, but kevin ignored him— grabbing another paper towel from behind them instead and dapping it under the water, which was just another desperate attempt which only looked like it was doing more damage. “it’s fine. no one will care.” jean said.

“no matter what i do it won’t go away,” kevin said again, his eyes were glued to the stain, but his breath caught in his throat which finally pushed an alarm button for jean.

“kevin, it’s fine.” he said, pushing himself off the wall and moving towards his former teammate.

“why won’t it go away?” kevin finally turned to look at jean and jean was surprised to find tears caught behind kevin’s eyes.

“stop that.” jean said. “it’s just a shirt. what’s going on with you?” kevin looked up at jean. he didn’t know how to say he didn’t care about the shirt.

it was the guilt which was eating him alive— guilt he had carried ever since he had left the nest. the constant guilt following him around for leaving jean behind in the nest.

they both knew jean would never have followed kevin out of the nest if kevin had asked, but it didn’t make the event easier on either of them.

“it needs to go away. why won’t it go away?” kevin asked again, and suddenly it dawned on him how he wasn’t even making any sense to jean anyway.

how was jean supposed to know he was talking about his guilt? what did it matter anyway? it wouldn’t change anything.

“i’m sorry,” kevin said with a ragged breath. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” kevin repeated.

“stop it,” jean told him firmly. “it’s okay. forget about it.”

[daisyvisions]

Lend a Helping Hand - (kv.m)

➺ Pairing - gym spotter!Kevin x fem!gynmast reader

➺ Summary - Rule number one in the gym: “Never fall in love with your teammate”. But it doesn’t count if he helps you in more ways than one, right?

➺ Word Count - 2.2K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), gym spotter!Kevin, fingering, sexual massaging, lots and lots of sexual tension, strength kink if you squint, soft!dom tendencies (?), reader’s got a crush on Kevin (and vice versa), cursing, some jealousy, pet names (sweetheart, baby), mentions of boners, inaccurate mentions of a gymnast’s life most likely, let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Author’s note - late birthday gift for the one and only Kevin Moon! Been sitting in the WIPs for months now. Please know I’m not a gymnast nor do I have vast knowledge on the sport, so if there are any errors… just ignore them. I got inspired by a video I saw and just had to write about it (definitely wasn’t thinking of Kevin’s arms flexing too in the process 🥴) Prompts 5,55,66 were used from this list! Proofread once.

➺ Taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

Thinking about gym spotter!Kevin, who you end up meeting for the first time during practice.

Your usual gym spotter had sprained his arm the other day and because you didn’t have the time to wait for him to fully heal (since the competition was a few weeks away), your coach decided to pull in a substitute for you instead.

At first you didn’t really pay attention to him as you enter the gym. You were too focused on perfecting your routine that you immediately zoned out everything around you. It was the qualifying round for nationals, so you had to keep your head in the game no matter what.

But as you accidentally miss a step while doing your routine, you nearly fall off the beam almost land the wrong way. As your heart starts beating rapidly while your life flashes before your eyes, a strong pair of arms were able to luckily catch you just in time before the fall.

“Hey are you okay? Are you hurt?” His hand cradling your face impulsively as he checks on you. Your heart starts beating fast for an entirely different reason suddenly.

God this guy was really hot! Wait a minute… Who the hell is this guy?

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter. “Thanks for catching me.”

“Anytime.” He gently smiles back at you, his hand still cradling the side of your cheek as his free arm holds you tightly around the waist.

You couldn’t help but quickly gawk at the size of this arms as he pulls away and helps you get up, his muscles flexing naturally under the lights you had to make sure you weren’t drooling right in front of him.

“Sorry, what was your name again?” You ask as you try to divert any intrusive thoughts taking over.

“Kevin, you sub spotter-” He gives you a firm handshake. “-didn’t get to introduce myself earlier since you were wearing headphones.”

“My bad, a habit of mine before I practice.” You answer sheepishly. You don’t know why you’re getting shy all of a sudden around Kevin. Your usual spotter was just as good looking as he was so you should’ve been immune to Kevin’s natural charm instantly. But then it clicks… It’s because he’s exactly your type.

No, you can’t do this. You mentally snap out of it. The first rule you told yourself from day one was to never ever fall in love with your teammate.

You have to focus on winning and making it to the top, nothing else but that. But you realize that rule you made for yourself gets harder to follow as the days go by with Kevin around. As you got to know and spend more time with him, you discover how well you two actually get along, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter every single time and harder to resist him entirely.

But of course, with every little crush a girl has comes the ugly green monster out of nowhere, especially now as it hovers over your shoulder while you watch Kevin spot for another gymmate of yours from afar. Your eyes seething with jealousy as his hands expertly grab her waist, or the way she looks at him with that look.

C’mon, get it together, you mentally slap yourself. You can’t be acting or thinking like this at all! Not when the competition is just a few days away. You shake your head, trying to not give into your emotions and focus on practicing your routine again.

As your body follows to the rhythm of your routine, you couldn’t help but hear your gymmate’s flirtatious giggle at Kevin, distracting you from landing properly as you miss an important step. A loud thud echoes throughout the gymnasium as your body falls to the ground rather harshly.

Your shriek of pain reaches Kevin’s ears at an instant, his head snapping at your direction before he sprints your way. He doesn’t hesitate to scoop you in his arms, carrying you bridal style and moving swiftly as he rushes you to the infirmary.

Just his luck, the nurse happened to be taking her break so he decides to take care of the situation himself and lay you down at the nearest vacant bed. He tries his best to console you while he gently asks you what happened and what parts of your body hurt. You attempt to reassure him that you’re alright, but with the held back tears in your eyes it was obvious you weren’t okay at all.

“Please, tell me where it hurts.” Kevin’s concerned voice tugging at your heartstrings.

“No, you’re going to laugh-” You try to hide your face.

“Sweetheart, I promise you I won't. I want to help you.” The nickname flying over your head as you try to calm down.

“Fine.” You sigh. “It’s a good thing I landed on my ass instead of my head. But now it hurts real bad.” You let out a hiss as you try to adjust your position.

“Lie on your stomach. Let me try to massage it out alright?”

“O-okay.” You stutter as you slowly flip to your other side, letting out another sigh as you get into a comfortable position.

“Just a sec, let me find a lotion that can help soothe the ache.” You hear Kevin’s footsteps walking to the other side of the room, searching for the muscle ointment. As soon as he walks back, you feel the pads of his fingers press down on your lower back.

“Does it hurt here?” He asks and you shake your head in response.

“How about here?” The pressure of his fingers now moving on top of your tailbone.

“A little, but I think it might be lower than that.” You reply.

Then suddenly you feel the heel of his palm pressing on your ass cheek. You let out a mix of a moan and a groan as you start to feel the ache of the pain but at the same time how warm his hand feels on you right now.

Out of all days to be wearing your most revealing body suit to practice it had to be today…

“Y-yeah right there…” You croak, trying your best not to moan.

“Got it. Is it alright if I massage you here?” Kevin asks. God he’s such a gentleman, the way his hands feel on you and his soothing voice make your face feel like it’s on fire.

“S-sure. Go ahead.”

Kevin opens the bottle, squeezing the liquid onto his palms and rubbing his hands together before gently placing them on your skin. The cold liquid spreading on your skin makes you slightly jolt at first, but you later ease into it as Kevin slowly works his hands on your lower part of your glutes.

Your eyes flutter shut, finally relaxing as you feel the pain slowly going away (his hands are really something else…)

“I'm gonna lift your body suit a bit to get a better coverage is that alright?” Kevin asks for your consent again before going any further.

“Yes, just do what you need to do.” You mindlessly let out a sigh of content.

His hands start kneading your skin, making sure he’s really massaging those pain points but at the same time trying to get you to relax. He noticed how tense you were since you entered the gym this morning, thinking of ways to get your mind relaxed before the competition.

This wasn't the ideal scenario he had in mind but the way your eyebrows start to relax tells him this was more than alright.

And it didn’t help that you were moaning under his touch. Every sound you made had his cock slightly twitching with need while he continues to massage your sensitive muscles. He doesn’t know how long he can stay composed, especially with how your skin feels so soft beneath his calloused hands.

As the heel of Kevin’s palm presses against a particular spot on your skin, you involuntarily let out a deep groan.

“Fuck, right there Kev. Keep going.” You don’t realize the impact of how you sound as you say these words to him, his throat drying up each second that passes as he tries to hold back from letting out any involuntary moans of his own.

He continues to massage that spot, the one right below your ass cheek. His fingers go deeper between your inner thighs, the heat from your core radiating off you so much that he could feel it at the tips of his fingers.

He’s so tempted to rip your body suit in half and bury his face in-between, running his tongue against your skin until he goes straight into your-

“Feels so good Kevin.” You whine.

“Yeah? You like it when I massage you there?” He slightly teases.

“Mhm.”

“Good. You’ve been so stressed lately-” Kevin’s voice goes one octave lower than normal. “Been wanting to make you feel better these past few days.” His fingers inch closer to your sex as he says these words, making your breath hitch.

“W-want me to make you feel better?” His now sultry voice oozing into your ears. You’ve been trying your best not to squirm under his touch since you got you into this position, but right now all you can think about is hands roaming and massaging your entire body.

Gym rules be damned. You need him and his fingers in your right this second or else you might just explode.

“God yes, please. Touch me Kevin.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Kevin continues to tease you a bit with his current massage pattern until his hand starts inserting between your inner thighs, the pads of his fingers grazing the covered entrance of your cunt. He slowly pulls the panties of your suit to the side, slipping a finger between your folds as he finds you sensitive bud.

“Fuck- baby you’re so wet.” He hisses at the immediate contact. You do nothing but moan in response, trying to subtly grind yourself on his finger.

“Tsk, impatient now are we?” Kevin catches you.

“Don’t worry I got you.” You suddenly feel the warmth of his body hovering over you.

“Let me take care of you yeah? I’ll do the work.” His bottom lip brushing against the shell of your ear before he inserts two fingers inside your wet heat, slowly curling them in and out of you until he starts to pick up the pace.

You try bury your face against the pillow you've been lying down on, muffling down your moans of pleasure as the squelching noise of you being fingered echo through the room.

“Mm I can do this all day-” Kevin mumbles under his breath as he watches his fingers fuck your entrance.

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”

“Yes! Please!” You whine out. “Moreeee-” Your words start to slur before they get caught in your throat as you gasp, feeling Kevin stretching you out by adding another finger inside you.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He praises you.

“Please, please, please-” You beg, “Am so close.”

“Yeah? Wanna cum on my fingers is that it?”

“Uh-huh” You grip the pillow for dear life as three fingers continue to pound into you. He can feel the wetness of your cunt growing by the second, your walls fluttering tighter around his digits as you get closer to your high.

Kevin leans forward, his lips close to your ear once more. “Let go sweetheart, I got you.”

And just like that, a gush of warm liquid flows onto his fingers as you scream into the pillow. Your essence dripping onto his hand as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your entrance. He stares at the the pearlescent coat on his fingers in awe, inspecting it like it’s a national treasure.

As you slowly turn your head to face him, you catch him sucking at his cum coated fingers, letting out a near animalistic growl as he tastes you on his tongue.

“Looks like you’ve got me all hot and bothered.” Kevin chuckles as he looks down to see the outline of his rock hard boner beneath his gym shorts.

“Y-you need some help with that?” You playfully tease him.

“After the competition. Can’t have you too distracted now can we?” He smiles back at you as he helps you flip over onto your back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. You pout in response, making Kevin find you cuter than ever.

“Alright, how about this… Let me massage you one more time after practice at my place-” His face going dangerously closer to yours. “And if you nail your qualifiers I'll take you out on a proper date. Deal?”

You suddenly give him a mischievous smile in return as your hand runs down from his abs down to his hard cock, teasing him as you lightly tug on his length. A surge of confidence suddenly running through your veins at his reaction.

“Deal.”

[witchygagirlwrites]

Cinder-Part 2

Kevin Atwater x Reader (nicknamed Cinder)

So, maybe you do like Kevin???

Warnings: Cursing and some violence, adorable dorks flirting

You parked your jeep and climbed out, grabbing your bag to head into the precinct. You heard a whistle followed by someone calling your name. You spun around to see Kevin walking towards you. “Morning Atwater” he grinned “Morning Cinder..I got you something” you raised an eyebrow “You got me something?” he nodded and reached into his jacket pocket and held out a duck that was dressed like Maleficent. Your eyes lit up “Holy hell! Where did you find this!” 

He grinned “Can’t be giving you all my secrets quite yet, now can I? Just wanted to show proof that detectives in the twenty-first are cool. At least in Intelligence anyways” you grinned and took the duck then unlocked your jeep and leaned back in to put it with the others. When you climbed back out you smiled at him “Now I feel like I need to one up you and surprise you with something” he shrugged “I ain’t gonna turn down a present from a pretty woman but don’t stress yourself either”

You shook your head as you fell in next to him, both of you walking up the steps into the precinct. He held the door open for you then once both of you were inside he nodded towards the stairs leading up to Intelligence “I’m gonna head up, see you around” “See you around” you replied with a smile. You headed to the locker room to get changed.

 “Son of a bitch” you muttered under your breath, as you chased a guy down an alley. Billy had gone wide in an effort to cut him off while you stayed on his ass.

You and Billy were tasked with chasing this guy down in ties with one of Voight’s cases and apparently he knew something good because the moment he saw the uniforms this guy had decided to give the freaking flash a run for his money.

You slid around a corner and managed to slam into the guy, knocking him full force down to the concrete at the same time Billy caught up. “STAY DOWN” you both yelled in unison.

You shifted to have your knee in the guy’s lower back and cut your eyes up at Billy “Got me?” He nodded, gun out and pointed down but ready “I got you” you took some of your weight off the guy to reach for your cuffs. “Now, you’re under arrest for suspicion of drug smuggling, human trafficking and just being an asshole” 

“Man I don’t know nothing about none of that” he argued as you snatched him to his feet. Billy nodded “So the foot chase was you making sure CPD got our exercise in for the day?” The guy had the nerve to grin “Yes sir officer, just doing my civic duty” “You stupid bastard” you muttered and shook your head.

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Ronnie Gore. Some low level runner. The thing was he knew basically every step of Jones' business. If Voight could flip him it could help a lot. 

Everyone was in the bullpen when the gate popped and Voight walked out of his office “We got Gore” “Who is we?” Kevin heard your voice and couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his face as you made it to the top of the stairs, shoving Gore in front of you.

Voight crossed his arms “Officer Platt, Officer Martell. Good job” he saw the smirk that you and Voight were both trying to hide as you passed Gore off to Halstead. “All I ask” you told Voight with a grin. Lindsay shook her head because she knew you could get by with it like she could. 

You turned to leave but cut your eyes at him and smiled before slapping Martell on the shoulder and the two of you headed down the stairs. “Man don’t do it” Adam’s voice hit his ears and he turned to look to see Adam was grinning at him “Do what?”

“The way you’re looking at Platts niece?” Adam offered and he scoffed “I ain’t looking at Cinder no way” Adam grinned “And I don’t look at Kim no way, Jay don’t look at Erin no way” Kevin shook his head “Man shut the hell up” and that just spurred Adam to start laughing “You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

“She's nice, that's all” he tried but Adam shook his head “Platts niece. Damn kev” 

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“I’m not saying don't do it but you do know with him being in intelligence there may be some mouth running?” Billy said as the two of you finally sat down for lunch. “What are we talking about exactly?” You asked and he rolled his eyes “You and Atwater! The way you can see the little cartoon hearts floating around when you two are near each other? The man bought you a fucking duck for christs sake!”

“The duck was more than likely because he found out I’m Trudy’s niece” you reminded him and he shook his head “I know you’re Trudy’s niece and I don’t care” you rolled your eyes “I didn’t accuse you of being an ass the first day we met because I ran into you like I did him?” You reminded him and he nodded “And the way the man looks at you?” You shook your head “He doesn’t look at me any type of way Billy”

“You’re both damn good cops! How are you so oblivious?” He asked and you shook your head “Eat before I take your fries” 

You had gotten roped into going out. Well Erin had showed up to your apartment with Jay in tow and said “Grab your jacket” that was the end of that. You knew her better than that so you did indeed grab your jacket.

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You walked into Molly’s and Jay looked back “What ya want Cin?” “Just a beer?” You asked and he nodded “Got ya” and pressed a kiss to Erin’s temple before he headed to the bar and she dragged you to the corner where their unit was. You spotted Billy and a few other patrolmen “I’m talking to my partner Linds” you told her and she nodded “Ok”

You walked over and he grinned “Out with the big boys” “I will kick your ass here and now” you swore and he winked at you “No you won’t. You don’t know what kind of partner you may get next” ok, he had you there. “Where’s your boyfriend?” You asked and he nodded to the bathroom where Lyle was headed to the two of you then he cut his eyes back at you “Where’s your boyfriend?” 

You glared at him then he looked towards the door and grinned “Oh, there he is” you turned to follow his line of sight without thinking and had to bite your damn cheek to not smile when Kevin walked in. He noticed you and a smile slipped onto his face and you lost the fight with not smiling then and there. 

“Aww that’s adorable” he teased and you rolled your eyes “Bite me William” he grinned “I’m certain Atwater would prefer that task” you shook your head as Kevin made it to the two of you and luckily did not hear Billy’s teasing. “Sup cinder? How did they get you out tonight?”

You looked around then pointed to Erin “I was kidnapped by two of your unit” he shrugged “I’d say something but I got to see you so I can’t be too mad now can I?” Billy made a sound behind you so you told Kevin “excuse me” then turned and punched Billy’s arm and told Lyle hey before saying “Ok, Jay has me a beer anyways so let’s go”

You lead the way to the corner where intelligence was taking up a couple tables. Jay held your beer out and you smiled when you saw he had a napkin over the top of it. “Thank you sir” he nodded “You’re welcome ma’am” “Aren’t they adorable?” Erin teased and Kevin shook his head “Cinder? Sure. Halstead? Not so much”

“I’m hurt Kev, really I am. I’d call you adorable” you laughed as the two of them started playfully arguing so you sat down between Erin and Kim.

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Kevin didn’t miss how Adam kept giving him looks every time the two of you would start talking. He was not flirting with you, you were not flirting with him. Dammit y’all were just talking. 

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?” Kim asked you and that got his attention back on the conversations happening around him. “Yeah, I mean unless Adam decides he doesn’t want to share you” you laughed, cutting your eyes at Adam who winked at you “Anyone else? No. You? I’ll let it slide this once” 

“Erin?” You asked and she nodded “Sure” you had moved to sit between Kevin and Kim after you had gone to the bathroom so every time you moved you were either bumping against him or just leaning around him to talk. “You need to trade places short stuff?” He asked with a grin and you playfully glared at him “No, I’m fine. Not everyone is as big as you are Mr Atwater”

“I’d say I’m sorry but I ain’t never had no complaints” he had not meant for that to slip out. Everyone cracked up laughing and your eyes widened before one eyebrow shot up “I bet you haven’t” and that made his face warm because he had definitely not been expecting you to say that.

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“Ok Cin, Erin come on you two” Jay was rounding you and Erin up like he was herding cats. You weren’t even drunk. You just weren’t listening to him. “Fine, take me home Halstead then go ravish your girl” you laughed and waved to the rest of the unit “Bye, Kim see you tomorrow. Adam you’re a dick but I like you, Kevin you’re a sweetheart”

Jay shook his head “I really don’t feel like carrying both of you but I will” Erin grabbed your hand “He means it” you both ran out to his truck, laughing.

“This is dumb, god this is dumb” you touched the keychain that was in your pocket and not for the first time considered just giving it to Trudy. “No, you’re giving it to him” Billy urged you and he grabbed your arm, waving at Kevin to hold up before he walked into the precinct.

Kevin walked over to the two of you “Morning” Billy smiled “Morning Atwater, Cinder got you something” then he damn near ran up the stairs inside.

Kevin watched him go then looked at you with a smile “You got me something?” “It’s dumb, you can tell me it’s dumb” he nodded slowly “Can I see it first?”

You pulled the keychain out. It had a tiny little duck at the end that was dressed in a uniform that looked nearly identical to the one you were wearing. “This for me?” He asked and you shrugged “I saw it and I already have too many keychains, any more and I’ll hurt my ignition. If you don’t like it it’s ok. I can give it to Trudy or Billy can give it to Lyle or….” He cut you off by saying your name lightly.

You looked up at him and he held his hand out “Can I have my keychain?” You put it in his hand and he pulled his house keys out of his pocket and immediately put them on it. “See? Now my favorite little patrolman can watch my house keys for me” 

You felt your face warm “You don’t have to use it Kev” he smiled “You got it for me angel, it’s cute and looks like you. I’m gonna use it because I want to” “Ok” you finally said and he smiled “Thank you by the way” “You’re welcome” he held out his hand “Come on, niece or not Trudy is gonna get your ass if you’re late to roll call” 

He pulled you up the stairs behind him and dropped your hand to open the door. You walked in the threshold in front of him. When you got to the front desk he veered off to go upstairs while you veered off to go behind Billy. 

“So?” Billy asked and you smiled “He put his house keys on it” “You two are fucking adorable” he laughed and slung his arm around your shoulders “Come on, let’s get to work”

Part 3

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