#maybe breaking her glasses because he's so needy

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Also, always open to suggestions, so anything particular you wanna see in All The Good Girls Go To Hell?

[storusangel]

Hey I have a little request: reader has a big crush on her best friend's older brother (could be Gojo or Geto). I like to imagine the possibilities, if she spends the night at her bff's she might run into him when she goes down to the kitchen to get some water, maybe he'll flirt a bit, maybe he's not wearing a shirt and reader is trying hard not to stare at his v line and bulge... So she makes conversation, trying to act cool as if she hasn't thought of him spitting on her pussy oops 🙈💕

a/n: so sorry this took so long!!!

w/c: 1.5k

cw: implied masturbation (by reader), tiny age gap (gojo is 23 reader is 20), fingering, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart), very slight degradation, overall it’s short and sweet! - MDNI

the first time you saw gojo satoru was at your best friend’s birthday party. he was sitting to her right as she blew out her candles and cut the cake. everything about him was mesmerizing. you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. not when your friend’s mom called you over to get a slice. not when your friend called you over to sit with her. and certainly not when he finally stared back at you. 

years have gone by since you first met satoru and yet you still haven’t gotten over your crush on him. you think of him constantly. during class, when you’re out getting lunch with friends, and especially at night when your hands are between your legs trying to mimic what you think satoru would do. 

would he kiss you softly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he gets you off? or would he push your knees into your chest and pin you down before spitting on your needy pussy.

you’re back home for break and so is your friend. it’s the perfect time for a long overdue sleepover. you go to her house with the sole intention of talking all night long about all the things you’ve missed out on in each other's lives during your time apart. and maybe with the slightest intention of seeing satoru as well…

the day of your sleepover has finally arrived and you rush over to her house. as soon as she opens the door you two get straight to your planned activities. After spending hours doing whatever the two of you could think of, you’re both spent. 

the two of you pick out some snacks and a movie to watch before you sleep. you’re not even an hour into the movie when you hear your friends soft snores. you sneak a few pictures of her sleeping figure to send to her later before you head downstairs to get a glass of water.

your jaw drops when you get to the kitchen. you expected to see satoru at some point during your stay. what you didn’t expect was to see a half naked satoru with gray sweatpants on that sit perfectly at his hips. his happy trail clearly visible as he grabs himself a late night snack.

“hey princess. haven’t seen you around in a while.”

his voice brings you back to life. you close your jaw and pray he didn’t see the tiny bit of drool slip past your lips. 

judging by the smirk on his face, he definitely did. oh well, you want him and he has to want you too because his sweatpants look significantly tighter around a certain area. not that you’re staring. you’re definitely stealing glances.

“i’ve been upstairs with the other gojo. we’ve been busy you know” you say as you walk towards the cabinets to get yourself a cup. 

“you miss me? i didn’t think the great gojo satoru would ever miss a girl” you joke, but a part of you hopes he did because you missed him. you missed the way he teased you and the way he smiled at you whenever you did something he knew you were doing for his attention. 

“of course i missed you, baby” the new pet name makes your face heat up. he’s behind you now, wrapping a single arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“you didn’t even say hi to me. you used to always find me to say hi when you came over. do you even miss me?” he asks. it’s a rhetorical question. he can tell you missed him because your back is ever so slightly arching into him. 

“yes” you breathe out quietly. “i missed you ‘toru. i missed you so much” you’re whining now. he’s made you so needy with just a slight touch. you’ve wanted him for ages and you won’t leave until you’ve got him.

“kiss me please, satoru” and he does.

he spins you around and presses his lips into your the second the words leave your mouth. it’s messy. the way your teeth clash and how he pushes his tongue against yours.

he pulls away from you to say “you need something, princess?” 

you nod hastily, wanting to feel his lips on yours again. but satoru isn’t having it. if you want something you’re going to have to tell him what you want. and you know this so you whine out “need you, need you so bad, toru. i can’t wait anymore.”

something inside him short circuits when he hears your whiny voice he’s tossing you over his shoulder and scrambling towards his room because, fuck, he needs you too. 

you hear the door lock before you feel the soft silk of his bedsheets, the mattress sinking in on the area he tossed you onto. satoru’s on top of you ripping your shirt and pants off before smashing his lips against yours. you moan against his mouth when he ruts his hips against yours, the friction soon becoming unsatisfactory. 

you tell him that you “need more, toru” and satoru is more than happy to oblige. he wastes no time in pulling your panties down to your knees, not bothering to pull them down any further. two strong fingers rub up and down your slit in haste before he slips one in. satoru pumps his finger in three times before adding the second finger. 

trailing messy kisses down your body, satoru’s lips find your clit. his hand and lips move faster and faster bringing you to the edge more quickly than you’ve ever been brought to it. you try and warn him but you can only whine and grind into his mouth and fingers. 

satoru doesn’t mind, not right now. he wants to make you cum over and over again. there’s only one thing going through his mind right now, and it’s you. he growls a “cum for me, baby” and your body convulses at his words. you drench satoru and his perfectly blue sheets but neither of you care. 

satoru only moves up to kiss you, a mix of teeth, spit, and want. much to your dismay, he pulls back from the kiss. you see him reaching for something on his bedside table, but you stop him before his hand even reaches it. 

“i’m on the pill. wanna feel you raw, toru, please.” satoru thinks he’s dying because there is no way he finally has you in his bed and you’re asking for him to fuck you raw and come inside you? if he is dying, satoru is okay with it. he couldn’t ask for a better death than being buried inside you. 

“what a fucking slut. you want me to fuck you raw, yeah? is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? want me to give you my babies?” your moan out in anticipation, grinding your hips up in the air for any sort of friction. “please, please toru. stop teasing and just fuck me.”

you always loved to test his patience. but this time, he plays along. satoru slides his dick up and down your slit before pushing himself all the way in. you both moan when he bottoms out. “you f-feel so good, toru. always wanted this, always wanted you” you have tears in your eyes. you’re not sure what they’re from but you know you want satoru to move so you grind your hips against him, hard. 

you don’t stop. not until satoru grabs your legs wrapping them around your waist before pounding into you. the room is filled with your whines and cries of “please don’t stop” and “wan’ to cum”. satoru listens to your pleas, dropping a hand from beside your head to rub your clit with a vigor never seen before. he needs you to cum around him and he needs to fill you up immediately afterwards.

the added stimulation makes you arch into him. more tears fall, this time satoru kisses them away. soft lips press against your cheek and next to your eyes. “shhh, don’t cry. i’ll give you what you need, baby” and he does. he fucks you harder, deeper. he kisses your neck, leaving small bite marks all over. 

“c-coming!” you say as you gush all over him. satoru keeps his pace, never slowing down. your whines of overstimulation only spurring him on more. his hips stutter and his pace becomes more erratic, a telltale sign he’s close. he gets in a few more thrusts before he fills you up with his cum. 

satoru doesn’t pull out of you, not when you’ve both returned to your normal breathing and not when you try, and miserably fail, to push him off of you. “satoru-” he says your name and you turn to look him in the eye. his voice his soft when he confesses. “i love you” you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “i love you too, satoru”.

[kteezy997]

can i please request a shy bf!timmy with needy and unhinged reader

he‘s just overall really shy, always nervous when he tries to initiate intimacy. reader on the other hand is open about everything, her desire, her masturbation habits and her dirty dirty thoughts. she’s not afraid to let him know the effect he has on her. she’d use it against him, telling him how she‘s going to get herself off when he‘s busy. maybe even nudes, lewd pictures and videos she takes just for him.

Shy Boyfriend-Part One//t.c.

A/N: I’m not going to include specific warnings right now, if you read the anon request, you know that this is filled with smut. It’s quite explicit, so 18+ readers only. Thank you!

Timmy was so sweet, hot, and such a doting boyfriend. But, he was always nervous when it came to sex.

You, on the other hand, wanted it all the time. So, you thought of ways to get him to feel more confident. You wanted him to know that you desired him madly and thought about him day and night. You wanted to do all the dirty things with him. You decided to be completely open and honest with him about your sexual aptitudes.

"I masturbate every day thinking about you." you told him quietly at dinner one night.

Timmy's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and he looked around, hopeful that no one else in the rather crowded restaurant didn't hear what you had said. "Re-really?" he squeaked.

"Yeah, sometimes multiple times a day." you leaned forward, your elbows on the table, your cleavage in plain view for him. "Sometimes I do it while on breaks at work."

"Jesus." his eyes meandered down to your tits. "You're serious?" he asked, returning his gaze to your eyes.

"Of course. I never lie to you, Timothee." You leaned back in your chair, and picked up your glass of champagne, taking a sip. "I wish this was your cum." you said, raising the glass to him.

Your waitress came over just then, hearing what you had to say. Timmy let out a fake cough to distract from your dirty words.

The waitress set down your plates, not saying anything, but you did get to exchange a knowing, mischievous look with her. You watched as she eyed your handsome boyfriend. Timmy was the type of beauty that made people look at him a little longer than usual. You couldn't blame the girl as she scanned him up and down in passing.

You often wondered if Timmy actually knew how others found him so desirable. It was kind of hot how oblivious he acted to extra attention and kindness he got from people he didn't even know. Everyone loved him, women, men, young, old, it didn't matter. Even now you caught some of the fellow diners in the restaurant cutting their eyes at him.

The next day was long and boring as Timmy was at work for like 16 hours straight. You knew that work was important to him, of course, but you missed your man. You found yourself scrolling through your camera roll, which consisted almost exclusively of Timmy pictures.

Some photos were innocent selfies of your two together, some were candid shots you took because you couldn't resist. Then there were the NSFW ones that he and you both took during sex. You flipped through them, getting turned on looking at him naked. His skin was light, smooth, and beautiful, his hair a mess, his lips curved into a cheeky grin in one instance.

You came across a video of him fucking you doggystyle. It was your favorite position, so he fucked you that way often. You could hear his soft moans, his heavy breathing, and you could see the little beads of sweat on his hairline as he pushed his curls out of his face. Your pussy started to ache and throb the more you delved into the album.

You needed to talk to him; you needed him to know what he was doing to you. He didn’t even need to be near you to drive you crazy.

You decided to text him to start out: I've been thinking about you

aw, I've been thinking about you too. He replied a few minutes later.

I can't stop thinking about last night, baby. The nipple you bit still hurts. Did you know you left a mark? You smirked, thinking that definitely should get him flustered.

Oh?

yeah, wanna see?

yes. his response was quick on that one.

You giggled, and tugged the front of your top down, letting your boob plop out. You weren't lying, his teeth had marked the circumference of your nipple. You snapped a photo and sent it to him.

Fuck. his response was simple.

Will you kiss it when you get home, to make it feel better?

You could just picture him trying to keep his cool while opening the text at work. His throat drying, trying to swallow, biting his lip as he looked around to make sure no one else could see the photo you sent. You imagined him getting hard, but having to tuck his cock into his belt so his boner wouldn't show.

yes.

I want you to suck them for me, will you do that?

of course. he sent back, immediately.

You wanted to take it up a notch. You had to be bolder. I want you to send me a photo of your dick.

no way, baby, I can't do that.

You were quite disappointed, but horny, so you had to work harder for what you wanted. you sent him pouty face emojis and texted: but why?

because I'm at work, silly girl. you'll see me later. I promise I'll take care of you and make up for biting too hard.

His promise turned you on even more. How dare he! You were feeling especially bratty and needy, so you responded: no! I want to see your cock now

baby, I told you I can't. I'm working, princess.

You loved how endearing he was and how he used little pet names for you. But you were getting frustrated.

fine, but maybe I can send something to get you change your mind?

something… like what?

You proceeded to leaving your boyfriend hanging for a while. You removed all of your clothes, set up your phone to frame the scene perfectly, and spread your legs for the camera. You were soaking wet already, and your fingers glided along your pussy easily.

"Mm, Timmy." you purred his name, imagining his fingers were in place of yours. You used your fingertips to rub your swelling clit. The wet sounds pierced your ear drums and you knew that they would be audible through the video you were recording.

You palmed your breasts, cried his name again, and pinched your nipples. "I want you to fuck me, baby. Please, please, give me that big cock. I need it." you whimpered. You spread your labia with one hand and with the other, you tapped your clit. You giggled at the feeling.

With both hands, you stimulated your clit, and pushed a finger into your hole. "Ughhh." you moaned. You leaned your head back, licking your lips. Your fingers were no match for Timmy's cock, but it was the best you were going to get right now.

You picked up the pace, fingering yourself harder and faster. You moaned and whimpered his name over and over. You pumped your fingers as fast as you could, and you trembled, your body shaking as you came. You panted softly as you came down from the high, and you grinned at the camera.

You sent the video to Timmy, and you felt much better after an orgasm. You were able to relax and watch some TV as you waited for him to respond.

It was maybe an hour later, and you received a video from Timmy.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt @ducktapebar

[holylulusworld]

Forbidden lust (2) - Kinktober 1

Summary: It's time for payback. And more fun with your "stepdad".

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Warnings: no real stepcest, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, breeding kink, homewrecker kink, gags, past cheating, mentions of character’s death, more plot than expected

Catch up here: Forbidden Lust

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Part 2/3

Two weeks after the incident at Bucky’s office, …

After the day in Bucky's office, you ended up tangled in each other most of the time. It’s a wonder that he didn’t break you yet.

You find yourself pressed up a wall or bent over any surface the moment Bucky lays eyes on you.

He’s obsessed with you. 

If you don’t stop him, Bucky is all over you. Even in front of people.

Steve walked in on you more than once. He learned his lesson and tried to remember to knock before entering a room. 

Today you wanted to talk about your father’s last will but ended up pressed against one of the sliding glass doors at Bucky’s penthouse leading to the balcony.

Not that you would ever complain about getting destroyed by his glorious cock. The problem is you don’t get things done with him around.

Just like right now. Instead of talking about your father’s last will, and what Bucky’s friend the lawyer, and the private investigator he hired found out, you are doing it like rabbits again.

“Shit, you look so good filled with my fat cock. You’re meant to be full of me all the time. I’m gonna…fuck…” Bucky jerks his hips harder into your ass. He’s close to losing himself inside of you once again. “I’ll fill you up and breed this cunt. Dot will be furious seeing you round with your stepdaddy’s bastard.”

Dressed in his expensive suit, only the tie he stuffed into your mouth missing, he fucks the neediness out of you. He groans and curses your name, all the while praising you. 

You whimper behind the makeshift gag in your mouth. It’s all you can do. Bucky cages you with his body and presses your trembling form against the glass door. Your breath fogs the glass door, while the glass feels cool against your heated skin. 

“That’s it,” he places one hand against the window, right next to your head. “You always take my cock so well. Mouth, ass, pussy. All of your holes are just perfect. Unlike Dot’s dry desert.”

His crass words have you on the edge. Only thinking of Dot knowing that you fuck her fiancé makes you lose control every single time. You are so painfully close to your orgasm that you’d do anything for the man ramming his length into you.

“B-ucky,” you moan behind the gag. “P-lease…”

“What do you want?” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed against your naked back. “Do you want me to tell you that you stole me from Dot? That you’re a bad girl fucking a taken man?

You can only nod. Bucky knows about your kink. Because he won’t let you fuck taken men, he pretends to be engaged to Dot once in a while.

“Let me just,” he pulls out to push you onto the couch. You squeak, but don’t fight Bucky when he spreads your legs to slide back inside of your dripping cunt. “That’s better. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Bucky throws your legs over one of his shoulders, holding them in a tight grip as he starts moving again. 

“Maybe we should send her a video of us fucking?” He smirks darkly when your eyes become glassy. “Oh, yeah. Your cunt just squeezed me tight enough to hurt. We could just let her walk in on us again. I’ll show her your cunt stuffed with my cum.”

You grip your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, all the while staring up at Bucky. “Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear you sing my name.”

“B-ucky,” you spit the gag out to moan his name. “I want you to fill me up. Show her that you’re mine now.”

“Fuck, baby doll.” He spurts into you. “Have all of me now…”

“Bucky, we should focus,” you whimper when he nips at your neck. Bucky has you pressed against another window; his arms wrapped tightly around you. “I mean it. We are at your lawyer’s office. He will be back any minute.”

“Just look out of the window and let me taste your sweet spot,” he smirks against you. “Andy wouldn’t mind watching me kiss my girl.”

“James, and Ms. Y/L/N,” Andy walks inside the room, a manila folder tugged under his arm. “Can we start? I’ve got another appointment in two hours.”

Andy isn’t very happy seeing Bucky and you make out like horny teens. He clears his throat to pull Bucky’s attention toward him, not your neck. “Bucky.”

“What do you have for me, Andy?” Bucky pecks your temple. He whispers in your ear, making your heart flutter. “Do we have anything against Dot yet?”

“I talked to Mr. Y/L/N’s lawyer. He was as shocked as Y/N and her uncle that Mr. Y/L/N changed his last will one week before his death.” Andy placed a document on his desk. He pauses to look at you.

Bucky and you sit down to take a look at the papers.

“I didn’t know any of this,” you sniff. “Why did he do this? One week before his death, he changes his last will. I don’t get it. I know Dot is a master at manipulating people. But this…” You shake your head.

“We don’t know why he did what he did yet,” Andy continues. “But we know that he came with Dot to his lawyer’s office. The private investigator and the computer forensics expert he’s working with will come in half an hour. Maybe they found out more.”

“What about the last will? Can you tell us more about it?” Bucky asks. He’s back to business and tries to focus on the task at hand.  

“The original will states that the house and all of his possessions will go to his daughter. He wanted his brother and Y/N to take over the company together.”

“I knew it,” you sniffle. “Something was fishy about his last will.”

“Doll, you need to calm down,” Bucky softly says and pats your thigh. “Don’t work yourself up.”

“I cannot tell you why, Mr. Y/L/N, I can only tell you that your father took the redacted last will home without signing it. Two days later, his wife came to his lawyer's office and handed him the signed papers.”

“Did you start without us?” You crane your neck to watch the men entering Andy’s office step toward his desk. “You couldn’t wait a little longer?”

“Name’s Jake,” one of them, a guy with blonde spiky hair, holds out his hand. “I’m a computer forensics expert. If you want me to, I’ll hack into any account and make your enemies look like a clown…or an alien. Whatever you like best.”

“Jensen, not now,” the other man says. Unlike his colleague, he’s a little gruff and more serious. “Mr. Barnes, Ms. Y/L/N, I’ve got some good news for you.”

“Ari, a pleasure to meet you again,” Bucky holds out his hand to greet Ari. “What did you find out?”

“I found it out,” Jake grins. “Little Miss Dottie falsified your father’s signature. Undoubtedly, your father never signed the new version of his last will. I checked it thrice.”

“We need to look into his accident too. The police didn’t want to cooperate with me so far. But I got an insider who will send me everything I’ll need,” Ari says. He watches your face fall and tries to choose his next words wisely.

"What do you mean? I thought the police said it was an accident," you watch Ari with worried eyes.

"I’m sorry to tell you, but I believe your father’s death wasn’t an accident…"

Part 3

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[onlyseokmins]

needy • j.w.w.

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au

Warnings: swearing, teasing, dirty talk, unrealistic amt of orgasms heh, male masturbation, mentions of car sex, fingering (fem. receiving), phone sex but not like you think, messy oral (fem. receiving), safe sex 🫡, wonu's a bit of a perv tbh and reader loves puts up w/ it, mentions of children but not like really lmao, mentions of (cock)roaches, wonu in glasses and needy = double kill imho, ft. some of the boys being intrusive tbh haha, POSSESSION, and a good amt of noisy sex hahah lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 4.9k

A/N: well it's finally my first wonu fic :3 after hoarding so many in the drafts bc I always feel like I can't write him too well, I had to take the plunge since it's a dear request from my lovely @wonuhour ❤️ I really hope you enjoy this 🤞🏼 no taglist as this is a request so I hope y'all read this but sending some love to my fav wonwoorideul @wonwussy bc she said I could tag her mwah. I think I held my head 5 times while editing this haha...

It's late when you step out into the night's cool air, a sigh of relief at finally being freed from the corporate building where you work. Pulling out your phone from the bag slung across your shoulder, your face lights up just like the screen when you focus on two distinct notifications on it.

1 missed call — hubby ♡

1 new voicemail — hubby ♡

"Hey, baby. You're probably dealing with those idiots right now but by the time you're listening to this, you should be on your way back home to me."

Wonwoo's deep voice is always so soothing, filling your body with inexplicably warm, fuzzy feelings that trail from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The knowledge that he pays attention to even the minute details you think he might not care about in trivial, daily conversations or complaints makes your heart flutter with joy. 

Your husband has always had that effect on you. He's aware you aren't able to pick up and it's not like he expects you to do so. Wonwoo simply leaves a voice message, knowing it will provide you comfort on your walk to the car and subsequent drive home until you can seek real solace in his embrace.

And maybe — just maybe — he calls to simply hear your pretty voice that plays on the answering machine because he misses you during your long shift. The embarrassed giggle when you mess up and stumble across your words during the recording. Never bothering to go back to change or fix it because it makes the corners of Wonwoo's mouth perk up, breaking his usual stoic expression. At least according to what Mingyu's let slip.

Which is hilarious in and of itself because your husband is anything but poker face when in your presence. His friends tease, saying he's become a different man because of you — following you around and acting like a lovesick puppy rather than his normal, self-acclaimed dignified cat persona. But you deny it. He's always been the same person with you and maybe that's just because you're meant to be.

"Be safe on your way home. Remember to lock the doors when you're inside, although I know you will 'cause how many times have you accidentally locked me out when you've beat me back to the car first?" He lets out a strangely breathy laugh, one that you mimic in fondness at the past memory and simply of him, doing exactly as he says as you shut the driver seat's door. "Miss you so, so much today. Even more than usual, baby. 'specially that sweet pussy of yours."

Nothing — not even Mingyu's weird trait of being privy and somehow knowing or aware of way too much in your relationship — could have prepared you for those words. You're extremely grateful you're inside your car right now. Not fearing other people overhearing but because you would've collapsed right on the sidewalk in public. Victim to your husband's seductive desperation.

"Can't stop thinking 'bout it. How pretty it looks, how good you taste, how perfect you always feel wrapped around me."

Your head falls back against the headrest, the hand holding your phone drops onto your thigh, and your mouth and eyes widen together in awe. The wireless buds fit snugly inside your ears allow you to pick up on the underlying slick sounds as he speaks. Your mouth waters, a sweep of electrifying energy causing the hairs on your arms to raise.

Fuck. He's stroking that gorgeous thick cock of his. Because he yearns so much for you.

"'round my fingers, my dick, my tongue… so soft and wet and tight… mhm, oh god — what a messy little thing. And your lips too, wanna kiss you so bad. For hours, non-stop."

People like to make assumptions about your relationship. Things like how Wonwoo must be the calm and collected one, the domineering and composed person within your dynamics. It's annoying but you can't really blame them — it's human nature after all. While they aren't entirely wrong, it's not like they're right either.

On the occasions when your husband's lust for you outweighs his level-headedness, he loses all reason. Not above begging, whining, or babbling nonsense, his neediness becomes next level. You're so caught up in thinking about the exact man you're supposed to be listening to, you realize you've nearly missed most of the words he's spouting in his gravelly voice. You rewind the playback.

"… to stop thinkin' 'bout it or I'll want you even more. Wanna ruin you. Destroy you. Worship you. Ah… you're in your car, aren't you love? Please tell me you are, 'member when I slipped a finger inside last week on our way home from the mall? Then two. Then three. Had to make sure my pretty baby's pussy was stuffed nice and full. It's what you deserve, after all." 

His lazy drawl and filthy words make your thighs clench. He knows it too. "Bet you're squeezing those luscious legs of yours together… ah, what I wouldn't give to have them around me instead…" A laugh again, almost a wheeze, like the air's being sucked out of his lungs at the thought. Many thoughts. "Made such a mess that day… hngh, almost wrecked the car over how wrecked you were, baby."

You glance at the empty passenger seat out of the corner of your eye. Almost shamefully, like a curious nun side-eyes a sinner sitting in church. Wonwoo's skillful and long, bony fingers buried inside your cunt — to no surprise — had you a writhing mess, an insane orgasm ripped from your body. You were afraid the upholstery was ruined because of it, the car still smelling like sex and preventing you from offering your sulky neighbor Seungcheol a lift this week.

"Bastard," you mutter affectionately and roll your eyes at your next statement, pretending as if he can hear you. "Like you weren't just as wrecked that I had to suck you off as soon as we parked and then rushed inside since you didn't wanna cum in my mouth."

"Ahhhhh, shoot…!"

As if he can hear your words, a particularly loud moan followed by a string of curses falls out of your husband's mouth. You are just able to hear the sped up sounds of him rutting more urgently against his palm. The visual of his large hands looking much smaller when wrapped around his huge cock floods your mind, wondering if he's tightened his grasp to better resemble it to drilling deep inside of your warmth instead of his hand. Eyebrows creasing together, biting down on his bottom lip before his mouth opens again in another moan that fills your ears at the right time.

The familiar creak of his home office chair causes a devious smirk to grace your face. He hasn't realized in his lust-driven state that he'd given away how desperate he really was to be fucking into his fist between freelance projects. More than likely frustrated when something wasn't encoding right after hours of staring at the screen but it was most probable that Wonwoo was simply down bad. 

Achingly missing his partner when you weren't around to rub his shoulders, bring him some tea, lighten up the mood with a bad joke, or even try and help point out a possible error with a fresh set of eyes. Even nicer, sit on his lap all pretty to keep his cock all warm and coated in wetness or get on your knees beneath his desk and try to keep quiet while you take him down your throat.

You were always a bit on the noisy side. Even now, you can't help but let out a whimper at how uncomfortable your nipples feel poking against your bra. Dampening your panties, poor clit already puffy and throbbing unstimulated.

The Wonwoo in your imagination has his head thrown back, throat presented prettily that you wish you could actually mark up. In-tune with what he sounds like when he's about to come undone, you listen intently to your husband's stifled groans and harsh pants in anticipation. Holding your breath, hoping he's so lost in bliss that he won't leave you hanging.

Like a lifeline, a muttered "fuck, baby," as if he's really right there with you in the car as his deep moan fills your ears just like it does in-person. Imaginary Wonwoo drops his head back down and the hungry look in his dark brown eyes causes your hips to involuntarily twitch, thighs trembling. Shockingly, you don't orgasm from that alone but you sure as hell were on the brink of doing so.

For a finale, your husband stays on the line while he catches his breath and your dirty mind wanders once more. Hard not to when you hear the wet sounds of his hand still rubbing his cock. A whimper of "hm, just like that," and a hiss because he's sensitive makes your head spin, cunt clenching sadly around nothing. A sob practically leaves your chest at the absolute want to milk him dry just as he wishes at that moment.

"Miss you so much. Need to eat out my precious baby. Mhm, I just know that sopping cunt is begging for me to lick it up…"

The scratch of tissues being pulled out of their holder is enough of an attempt to tug you out of the foggy cloud of lust. You lick your lips.

"… so come and hurry home safely, love."

You do — so close to cumming untouched — but you stave off the feeling, speeding home somehow without crashing. For all your car has put up with, you're honestly surprised it hasn't given out on you in revenge. But that's neither here nor there at the moment, stumbling out of the vehicle once you arrive home and scrambling faster than a marathon-runner to get inside.

It would be a lie to say you weren't disappointed with how quiet and dark it is. Quietly setting your bag down, you stand with your back pressed against the front door. Almost expecting your husband to appear out of the shadows and pounce on you.

It's happened before. You can proudly declare with your whole chest that you've fucked on every surface of this lovely little house purchased in the third year of your marriage.

Instead, something brushes against your leg and you bend down to pick up your daughter. She hangs pliantly as you gently wiggle her and whisper, "Where's your daddy?"

The cat replies with a plaintive meow. You smile when she twitches her tail, stalking off towards the direction of the living room. Wonwoo likes to teasingly say she takes after you with a distinct cat-titude despite the fact that he naturally happens to be the more dedicated caretaker between the two of you. Mingyu was always needlessly curious which one of you another cat would take after — or worse, if you had actual children.

That wouldn't happen for quite a bit, trailing behind the true ruler of the household and watching as she climbs up onto her expensive cat-tree to sulk. Wonwoo must not have given her enough attention today. Demonstrated by the angry way she squints toward the open doorway of the study illuminated by the blue glow of your husband's computer.

"Daddy's in rare form today," you try and explain, rubbing in between her ears and she purrs in response. "Don't worry, Mommy will go and fix him so he ultra dotes on you like the little princess he thinks you are." 

You make a kissy face in her direction because she is a precious royalty. Then you're approaching the study where deep grunts and muttered curses can be heard among a furious clacking of keyboard keys.

"On your left — no, Mingyu… your other left!"

Crossing your arms, you pout. You'd be lying if gamer Wonwoo wasn't unfairly attractive — jawline clenched as he barks out orders into his headset, the computer screen graphics reflecting off his glasses. A stark contrast to the ratty hoodie and old man slippers he's wearing, angrily slapping his feet on the ground when Seokmin accidentally pressed the wrong button and self-destructs.

You're glad he's blowing off some steam and stress with the boys. Though you had once asked why he didn't bother watching porn on his expensive and impressive set-up. Flattered when he admitted that having you as the real deal beat anything he could ever try to search for.

Now you're not as sure, though. He seems rather content and preoccupied after working you all up with that damn voicemail of his. With a flounce, you turn to head to the shower as your husband rages over Chan mistakenly shooting at the wrong team. Meeting a feline gaze on the way to the bathroom that shares your same sentiment of disdain.

Sticky, ruined panties cause a glare and another pout to adorn your face once the water is turned on to heat up. One Wonwoo might find cute. If he could see it. You nearly jump out of your skin when there's a knock on the door, so soft it almost sounds like a bump.

A certain kitty often bangs against doors just to startle her owners but she's also good at opening them too. When it remains shut and you hear a low call of your name rather than spooky silence, a pleading meow, or it flying open, you let out a breath of relief. Trying not to appear too eager, you crack the door open just enough to narrow one eye at your husband.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey."

Long gone is his cozy hoodie, though his black sweatpants remain on. Displaying lean, upper body muscles to ogle and pert nipples that could poke you in the eyeball with how near he is. Pushing up his glasses, he raises his eyebrows when you don't make an effort to move.

"You don't normally knock."

"I wasn't sure if it was you or our little mischief maker in here." 

"Uh-huh, and who says I'm not mischievous as well?" You turn around but leave the door ajar and he takes that as an invitation to come in.

"No one's ever said you weren't," Wonwoo reassures but frowns, "no welcome home kiss?"

"You know, little miss mischief maker seemed pretty miffed, did daddy not pay enough attention to her today? That's unlike you."

"Mhm, was busier than I thought today. Had a lot on my mind… work and all that. Absolutely drowning in it."

"Is that so? She seems pretty upset so be sure you make it up to her." 

It's like a cat-and-mouse game, though who's who is really the question. Maybe you're both cats in a stand-off. You know Wonwoo would never not truly attend to your beloved pet. You fight back a smirk, able to feel his heated gaze trail down your back and focus on your ass that you jut out on purpose to check the water temperature. A rush of fresh arousal surges through your system.

"Yeah?" Your husband's hand shoots out past yours to turn the shower off, ignoring your protest. "I think I upset another kitten too." Spinning you around so his damp thumb can pull at your bottom lip as you flutter your eyelashes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a cat. And I'm most certainly not upset."

He pecks at your lips almost condescendingly. "Sure, baby. You shouldn't be, you know, with the nice present I left for your pleasure after work."

You let out an elated sigh as he holds your face still and peppers kisses all over, trailing down to focus on your neck so you can speak. "If that's your idea of a nice gift, I'd hate to see what a bad one is."

"You didn't like it?" Somehow Wonwoo's eyes manage to sparkle when he looks up at you with a whine, pausing his kisses down the valley between your breasts. His other hand sneakily reaches in between your legs and he smiles against your skin. "Or did you like it too much? Don't think I've ever gotten you a bad gift, baby."

Slender fingers play with your messy wetness, sliding back and forth languidly without rush. You struggle to clear your mind to ask with sarcasm, "Wh-what about that st-stupid cockroach plushie?"

"It was cute. Just like you."

"That's it, I'm getting a shower."

"I don't think so." Wonwoo's free hand flies to splay out on your back, preventing you from moving and pressing your body even closer to his.

You purse your lips, brown eyes locking in on them immediately. "You think I'm on the same level as cockroaches."

"Only like the super cute, not-real ones." 

"…We're filing for divorce right after I clean up."

"Mhm, but I'm not done with you yet so it'd be a waste of water. Besides, you hate showering together."

You can't help but grind down against his stationary palm, wishing he'd just slip a finger inside. "Because… no one's getting clean… if you're in there with me."

"Exactly," he's entranced by how much of your arousal continues to coat his hand. Cock twitching with the ache to be where his fingers are instead. "You know the drill, baby. Besides, I'm aware of how much you like it when I'm wearing my glasses."

"Wonwoo…"

He hushes your moan with a smirk and another kiss to your irresistible lips. "Yeah, lovely. It's okay, I'll give you what you want. And what I want too."

Surely, you would've bashed your head open on the tile floors had it not been for the support of the countertop you'd braced your palm on. Legs as shaky as a newborn fawn with how long you've been buzzing with desire. Especially when your husband backs away to withdraw his hand, ravenously slurping up your essence with a blissed out face. An appreciative, low grunt as he licked his fingers clean, dark gaze not straying away from your naked body before him.

"Shouldn't have done the laundry, silly baby. How else am I supposed to control myself without any sort of relief to get me through the day?"

Your jaw drops. "Pervert!"

"Know you like it." He ignores the light slap to his shoulder that bears no malice, finding zero resistance when he tugs you by the hand to drag you into the bedroom. "You love when I'm this desperate for you. Can't get anything done, can't think of anything else… all you, you, and you. And this greedy pussy."

Your back's resting on the mattress before you can blink. Wonwoo sits and parts your legs, taking in the delectable sight of your puffy cunt that spreads open to seep more arousal. Asking to be taken care of and filled.

"Just look at it, how could I not desire it every moment of the day?" A kiss is pressed against your left ankle. "When it's just as perfect as you?" Another to the side of your knee cap. "And so fuckin' addictive." He switches to the right to suck the skin on your thigh. "Absoluting begging to be filled up so prettily whenever I want." 

It's a mix between a scream and groan of frustration that leaves your throat when your husband lightly smooches right above your hip crease before licking the salt off your skin. He's so close to where you want him and he grins at your patient façade slowly slipping. His tongue pokes out, just grazing the left side of your pussy. 

"Wonwoo…!" 

He is rarely this talkative, either he truly missed you or this is a new form of torture.

A pointer finger taps your pubic bone and drags downward, lifting away before it hits your clit. "And all mine," he growls out before devouring your cunt like you want.

Your husband eats you out like a starved man. Ravenous in all the best ways. Your hips can't help but jerk in time with the movements of his tongue lapping at your inner walls and cleaning up the gracious amounts of slick you've created. Whines leaving your mouth at how good it feels, fingers anxiously threading through his curls and making them even messier. Your legs wrap around his neck as you somehow bring his head even closer to drown inside your scent, your taste, and your wet heat.

Wonwoo revels in it.

Normally, he would have more control. More strictness, more fortitude. But he's so far gone, appreciative growls that could rival the best-selling vibrator on the market shake you to your very core. The frames of his glasses dig into your thighs but you don't even feel them with the intense amount of pleasure from Wonwoo's thumb playing with your clit. His nose occasionally adds to the mind-dumbing feeling by nuzzling against it when he shakes his head with vigor.

You have no choice but to hurdle towards a fast orgasm like a dam breaking. Unintentionally locking his neck in a position that might've snapped it if his face wasn't pressed so close and into your spasming hole. Screaming his name as you tear at hair strands a bit too viciously. Wonwoo takes it all in stride, too obsessed with prolonging that delightful peak of yours to care.

Only when your legs loosen up does he back away, pride filling his chest as he takes in your shaking form. Pushing up foggy lenses, he licks his lips slowly. The damp spot shining on his chin and nose is enough of a damning visual — one that's real and touchable, not of your imagination this time — for a tiny tremor to run through your thighs again. 

Wonwoo's sore jaw drops. "Baby, did you… did you just cum again?" The cool air away from your cunt clears his vision so he can marvel at the soiled wet patch on your shared blankets. A mumbled curse leaves his mouth. 

You're a vision. Strewn across the bed, skin shining with sweat while your disheveled husband is the epitome of sex. He cracks his neck, stretching his jaw.

Thinking. 

Contemplating.

"Just from that? Hah, what am I going to do with you?" 

"Fuck me," you moan and bring your legs that feel like Jello up to your chest. Squeezing your breasts between your thighs, you pout at him and flutter your lashes. A perfect look for a vixen, pleading yet sultry. "Please."

"Shit… can't tell if you're being bad or good. Augh, the things you do to me."

"'m good, s'good for you. Want you s'bad." 

Blabbering, you watch through bleary eyes at the rapid speed he tears off his sweatpants and manage to spread your legs even farther with how numb they feel when he climbs over top of you. Lenses flash in the light at the same time as a foil wrapper before he rips it, hissing in sensitivity to slide the condom on. You're thrilled when the heavy tip of his cock slaps against your prepped pussy, ready for him to lose all rationale. You're sorely disappointed to find out your husband has a pending question for you.

"Then why didn't you greet me when you came home? Hm? Pretty baby sulking in the bathroom 'cause I was gaming with the boys?"

"Ahhh…" you shake your head urgently, nails lightly scratching his biceps, and hips lifting off the bed in a sly effort to slip his dick inside. "No…"

Wonwoo clicks his tongue, halting your movements. "No? I need complete answers, love."

You need him to lose control. Fighting back a sob, you try to shake off your fucked-out state and reply to him properly. "Wanted to shower 'nd then come in no panties, sit… on your lap." 

"Yeah? Pretty baby was gonna keep me nice and warm in that snug pussy? Like we always do?"

"Mhm," tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, "maybe… maybe suck you off."

"Oh, wanted to choke on my cock so all those losers could hear those greedy gags of yours?"

All you can do is nod deliriously because his thick length is hot and hard. Laying outside your lower stomach exactly like it would if it was buried within you. 

Wonwoo snarls. "I think the fuck not. Absolutely not. Only I'm allowed to hear your pretty noises. Only me." He huffs, easing the tip inside finally, grunting at how you're already clamping around him like a vice. "You're made for me. All mine. No one else."

The last three syllables are punctuated by experimental, shallow thrusts to open you up for him. Your tongues tangle together as he continues to rock his hips forward, splitting you open until your pelvises kiss.

"That's it, baby. That's the sweet cunt I've been waiting for all day, dreaming of. There it is, shit! Whose pussy does this belong to?"

"Yours… hgnh, all yours… yours, yours yours…!"

"That's right, that's fuckin' right."

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose but are pushed up by your own nose when you pull him by the neck to shut him up. Barely kissing anymore, it's an open-mouthed entanglement of debauchery. Neither of your moans get any quieter, especially when he rasps in your ear to make as much noise as possible because no one's around to listen.

Wonwoo's thrusts are sharp when he does pull out a little bit. But he doesn't want to leave your warmth for even one moment, mainly grinding as deep as he can into your fluttering hole and stimulating your clit. His hands tug at your nipples, alternating between squishing and squeezing at your tender breasts. Your legs splay compliantly out at the side, letting your husband use you to his content because that's what both of your goals tonight were.

You're shamelessly screaming when his tip touches that bundle of nerves and you're afraid you might actually black out when he continues to hit it with scary precision. 

"Gonna… be the death… of me."

Peering at you over his glasses, he smirks at your weak complaint. "Says the one… that's gonna snap off my dick… shit, lovey, stop tightening up so much!"

"Can't help it, feels so good."

"I know, baby," he pants out and kisses your cheek, "I know so just bare with me a bit more." Relief floods him momentarily when your gummy walls loosen their iron grip around his cock. "That's it."

Pulling out of your squelching pussy before you can clamp around him again with only the head wrapped around so prettily by your puffy lips, he has to pause to admire it. Then he slams inside so deep that you can't help but hit that intense climax while he's still stuffing the rest of his length back in.

He coos in his low voice, coaxing you through it with an almost cruel swivel of his hips. "You can give me one more, right? I know you can, you're so good for me."

You really don't know if you could but the minute you lock eyes with him, the feral need and want in them that takes your breath away is enough. It's tinier than all the ones prior but it pleases a fucked out Wonwoo. In seconds, he's spilling his seed into the condom, still nestled within your spasming walls.

"There it is, cream on my cock, love. Yeah, there we go… fuck, baby..." he pants, a telltale sign, "that's it... so perfect."

To say you're exhausted would be an understatement. You might've actually passed out because when you come to, your husband has already wiped you down and pulled the blankets over your naked body. You weren't cold at all before but now that the tidal wave of lust has ebbed away, a chill is settling in. Your cat has snuck into the bedroom too, curled up and purring at the end of the bed on top of the stuffed cockroach plushie.

"Wonwoo?"

"Right here, love." He's laying on top of the covers and wearing his sweats again. His glasses are on the nightstand, head propped up on one hand to stare affectionately at you. "Feel okay?"

"Yeah but I'm glad I'm off for the rest of the week. You fucked the life out of me."

A smug grin graces his face. "Yeah I know. Which is why I don't understand why you just didn't wait to do laundry tomorrow or something."

"Not this again. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know what will prevent me from blowing out your back all the time." He's ready to continue with a good defense but pauses at the smile you're trying to hide. "Wait… did you do that on purpose?" When you don't reply, he groans your name. "You did, didn't you?"

"We all have our little tricks," a finger traces down his exposed pecs, "although I didn't expect such a needy voicemail on my way home, it turned out just as planned."

He halts your wrist when you start journeying down his abs. "Not in front of the child, please."

"I'm too tired to do anything scandalous," you laugh and flip your aching body over to the other side. "Wake me up in a half hour so I can shower. Alone."

"I can't believe I was set up." Disbelief drips from his tone as he sets a timer on his phone but he reaches over you to turn off the light, pressing a kiss to your ear. "Well-played though. You have a lot of free time to make up for your misbehavior, don't you baby?"

"Mhm-hm."

Wonwoo can't see the second victorious smile hidden in the darkness. Really. You're just too smart, knowing your husband so well to get what you want. 

Mingyu would be proud. And grossed out.

onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©

[sturniolo04]

Morning Workouts M.S.

Bf!Gym!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Matt gets distracted from working out.

Morning workouts with Matt were something you always looked forward to. you couldn't fully pinpoint the reason why you just knew you loved those mornings.

Maybe is was because they only happen twice every week just about due to both you and Matt's busy schedules or maybe it was just having the sense of just being around him in that setting.

But the more you thought about it wasn't any of those things. Going on morning workouts with Matt welcomed a new intimate sense of physical touch, not in the way you are thinking but in the way of playfully touching more so from him which constantly reminds you and him both how much he can do to you without really doing anything.

Today I slept over at the triplets because it was finally one of those days where me and matt's busy schedules overlapped.

Routinely we had already made our way to our designated destination for our morning workout in the workout room of the house.

Matt: Good morning pretty girl

the boy subtle whispers in my ear as he hugs me from behind placing a kiss behind my ear while i am putting on my desired weight on the bar.

Nessa: Oh my god Matt you scared me

she jumps slightly at the contact at first giggling a little as he nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck.

Matt: sorry love

he apologizes removing himself from his previous position as she finally turns around to face the boy smiling at him.

Matt: ready

he asks looking at her through the glass mirror in front of them grabbing the bar that was placed above her.

Nessa: mhm

she hums out as she starts working out.

Matt's eyes, unbeknownst to her, are trailing her every move and position and it wasn't until she finished her first rep that she glances at the mirror to catch him smiling at her in awe.

Nessa: what

she giggles out stepping out from underneath the bar and turning around to face him

Matt: nothing

he shrugs his shoulder laughing at her cuteness a little walking up to her and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

Nessa: Matt lets focus you have me all day

she giggles out as she pushes him on his chest lightly in an attempt to break the kiss they were sharing.

Matt; come on we can do this later if i have you all day

he pouts grabbing the back of her neck to bring her lips back into his as she giggles at his clingliness.

Nessa; baby

she drags out tilting her head back giving him access to the front of her neck.

Matt: baby come on just one more kiss

he mumbles against her neck.

She gives in knowing she cant ever say no to him. Reconnecting their lips once more. The kiss becoming more needy within seconds.

Matt; okay we are done here

he huffs out as he lifts her up by the back of her thighs.

Nessa: Matt what about our workout

she giggles looking down at the boy wrapping her arms around his neck

Matt; Fuck that

he exclaims out reconnecting their lips.

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A preview of the Five x Lila one-shot I'm working on:

“Seriously?” she demanded.

“’Seriously’ what?” he deadpanned.

“Well, it’s Friday-bloody-night!”

“And?”

“Oi! What do you mean ‘and?’ You know damn well, I only get one night a month! One night where I make up an excuse to hang out, get out of the house, and let down my hair! And here you are, washing bloody dishes! Is that honestly all we’re going to be doing tonight?! I might as well be sitting in front of the telly watching the last of Diego’s brain cells die off while he watches Naked and Afraid!”

“What? You got a hot date with somebody else?” he quipped, tossing the towel he’d been using over his shoulder and opening a cabinet to his right. “Believe it or not, Lila, but I am not here on this planet to entertain you. You're the one who invites herself over just as an excuse to get out of the house--that has nothing to do with how I plan on spending my evening. A night of actual drinking and reading is plenty for me. I’m not the one living in a ‘domestic hellscape.’”

“Why do you have to be such an old man all the time?!” she whined.

“Maybe because I am an old man, crazy lady,” he replied, sounding unbothered, as he began to put dishes back into cabinets. Even with his back turned, Lila could hear the smile in his words. He thought this was funny!

“Believe me, I am more than aware,” she huffed.

“Don’t like it, toots, go darken somebody else’s doorstep for ‘book club,’ or whatever the hell other B.S. you feed that half-wit brother of mine,” Five snarked as he finished his chore.

He finally turned to face her, resting one hip against the counter. Lila noted he must have had a long day that day judging by the stubble along his jaw. And yet, despite his protests to the contrary, he didn't kick her out. If he didn't want her around bothering him, why give her his spare key? She watched him smile, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly in amusement. It was still strange seeing the signs of his advancing age. She’d gotten so used to him being so young that Lila found herself disconcerted to realize he was nearing physically twenty years old soon.

“C’mon, old man! Give a girl a break! I’m trapped in a bad episode of The Brady Brunch and Mr. Brady is a whiney sod!”

Five didn’t react other than to chuckle. He casually went over to another cabinet and retrieved a bottle of wine. He turned back to Lila and tipped the bottle, silently offering. She jutted her lip stubbornly. His smile widened. He turned back, returning with a bottle of scotch. He lifted his eyebrows invitingly.

Lila grinned and nodded.

Five nodded back, retrieved a pair of glasses, and went to get ice from the fridge while Lila continued with her diatribe. “I am trapped in a loveless marriage; I’m surrounded by needy people day in and day out! It’s nothing but an endless stream of carting around children, appeasing grumpy forgetful old people—no offense—”

“—None taken—”

“—trying to tune out gossipy aunties, and stroking an inept man-child’s ego! Five, I want to do something fun for a change! Something exciting! And my best and frankly only mate is a boring ass sexagenarian! Do you have any idea how sad that is?! That you of all people are the only one I look forward to seeing anymore! I love my kids and folks, sure; but it's not the same! You seriously don't have anything planned?”

Five shrugged looking non-plussed. Lila shook her head, dismayed.

“You’d think working as a time-traveling assassin and then as a government agent, you’d have developed a personality besides being annoying and uptight!”

Lila threw herself onto the table, her arms outstretched and her forehead landing on the hard surface with a knock.

She heard Five sit down across from her, patiently waiting. He sat her drink within her reach.

“Alright. I’ll bite; what did you have in mind?”

Lila turned her head slightly, peeking an eye out from between the heavy fringe of her bangs. “You’ll let me pick?”

Five sighed but smiled indulgently. “I suppose if I’m your only friend, than that means you’re my only friend too; I suppose I can be generous to somebody so pathetic as to call me of all people their friend.”

Lila sat up so quickly that Five flinched, drawing back ever so slightly in surprise.

She reached into her pocket and slapped a deck of cards on the table between them.

Five lifted an amused eyebrow. “Cards? And you call me old—”

“Not just cards, my dear man—poker!”

“Poker’s hardly what I’d call—”

“Oh! But I didn’t finish!” Lila wagged her finger, opening the cards and spreading them out on the table.

Five glanced down and reached across the space to pick out one of the jokers Lila had been searching for, removing it from the others and setting it aside.

“Oh? What’ll it be? Five-card draw?” He grinned ironically as Lila swatted at his fingers so she could dig out the other joker and set aside the ‘rules’ card. He continued. “Texas hold ‘em? Omaha?” Five took a long draw of his drink.

“Strip poker!”

Pfff!

Five expelled his drink, coughing into his fist after.

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★  𝐆𝐎 '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓 + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

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─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni,  established relationship, sub!eren, soft dom!reader, mommy kink, teasing, petnames, oral sex (m), teasing, vocal sex, grinding, clothed sex, unprotected sex, cowgirl, begging, consent is sexy, so are whiny men, pee after you're done y'all pls, taiyo supports the practice of safe and healthy banging, reader got that million dolla pasayyy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

When you first met, the first thing you noticed about your boyfriend Eren was that he was very awkward and skittish. 

Despite being taller than everyone he encountered, he had a bad habit of not being able to maintain eye contact.

He also bit the tips of his glasses when he was anxious and flinched at literally anything, such as if he were a cat with its fur sticking up when frightened.

Given that you were a naturally loud and touchy person around the people you felt more comfortable with, you had found his difficulty to become not startled at literally anything quite annoying.

However, as you were able to help him emerge from the small shell he had created for himself, you began to love all of his qualities and found them to be even cuter as the months of your relationship proceeded, especially when it came to his responses in more private situations.

Eren found it to be more of a problem because he noticed how much you enjoyed agitating him to see what would happen.

It was his fault for not actually telling you about it since he had secretly liked the attention, instead just turning it into the endearing little dynamic you two would adopt, always having him flustered over every little thing that you would do.

Given that you were his first (and only) girlfriend since middle school, it was just in your nature to make him blush for your own amusement since you knew Eren wasn't the most experienced man when it came to the romance or sex scene. 

The extent of his sexual experience is limited to him spending a lot of lone time holed up in his room seeing how many times he could make himself cum with just his hand to keep him company and the secret nsfw Twitter account where he would post audios of him whimpering on. 

Another thing you had noticed about Eren was how easily he had seemed to melt under your touch, with big dark heart eyes and a small exhale of contentment from his lips.

That was how you knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

He would frequently find himself trying to stifle the stream of uncontrollable groans coming from his mouth by biting into the arm of his sweatshirt.

Of course it was all your fault—like it always is—the effect of your alluring compliments and nudging sexual bluntness, knowing just the right things to say would tent an erection in the poor boy's sweatpants.

Your eyes were glued to the issues, even with your hand pressed right against him, stroking him by the hilt as your fingers continued to entice every little noise that passed from his lips. 

It was becoming more difficult for Eren to not announce to his poor roommates that he was not only breaking curfew by having you over but also in the middle of trying to handle his needy girlfriend, who just couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself.

"Maybe we should do this, ah—another time, lovebug?" Eren muffled through his sweater sleeve, he pleads as you had him with his sweaters tugged down resetting in his boxers laid snuggly in between his parted legs. 

His other hand fisted into his comforter, trying to focus his strength in one place, with his hair disheveled from you shoving him against his mattress the second that he had managed to shut and lock his bedroom door.

"Why, what's wrong?" With your lips pouted you ask out in a false naive tone, chuckling as Eren shuddered at the feeling of your warm tongue swiping up the underside of his dick while not breaking eye contact. 

“Um, I don't know—it's just my roommates are home.” he whined. 

You hummed attention flittering from his face to his dick, your thumb dragging over the precum that oozed from his tip feeling pride in the way you had made his thighs twitch, sending a spark of pleasure down his spine straight to his dick.

"And?" You meant no real harm by it, not being able to keep track of how many times you and Eren had fooled around knowing that his roommates had been just behind the door. 

You also had nothing against his roommates and thought Levi and Armin were good people, but right now you only had one thing on your mind.

You had a committed desire for the sexual hunger that told Eren that you were only minutes away from destroying him, and who was he to deny you of what you craved so eagerly? There was a dark glint in your eye to prove it, that told him all he needed to know.

"You need to take responsibility you know, looking like that just to rile me up." You purred, and Eren knew he was the one not being fair in the first place. 

The second he had stepped foot out of his room to see you with his shaggy long dark hair tied up away from his face with one of your brown hair clips to show off the naturally sculpted face now displayed in full view for the world, it was as if Eren hadn’t noticed his true beauty.

"Plus," you smirked, sitting up to crawl up his legs to hover on top of him just above his pelvis, with your palm pressed flat against his needy erection. "I’m not the one being loud now, am I?"

You wanted to laugh at the struggling exhale that parted from Eren’s mouth, looming over him with such majestic beauty that he couldn't even comprehend how to form anything but a cute whimper, his hips lifting farther into your touch, his body reacting for him.

Eren's body was just so red and flushed with heat, not to mention how chastising your touch was against his skin, that he felt as though he had walked into an open flame. 

His body shook with each tease of your fingers, from the pale pink kiss against the spread of his cheeks to his dark blown-out pupils glittering with lust. 

Eren looked up at you with nothing but utter admiration in his eyes.

You attempted to conceal the fond smile that was sure to appear on your face at the sight of your boyfriend trembling by tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. 

Eren clamped his hand over his mouth, pressing his fist against his mouth, his teeth grazing against his pale knuckles as you guided his tip between your thighs, grinding against his full hardness.

A struggling noise comes from his throat, and you quickly rid him of that privilege by removing the palm planted against his torso to instead pin his arms beside his head. "P–please, I can't if you keep teasing me, mommy."

Eren chased after the tempo of your hips after you cut him off, grinding against him with just the layer of your underwear slid to the side out of the way of any interruption. 

Your mouth parted as you finally took him inside, sliding him into your bundle of nerves with a wet sound as you slapped down with a bit more rough force against his lap that made him want to drool. 

Eren's intention to keep quiet to avoid attracting the unwanted attention from his poor roommates vanishes as he relaxes against your touch and leans back against his pillows while cowering out your name as if pleading for you to spare him from your chaos.

The pressure of having you hold him down as you shift your weight up and down on his length completely destroyed his composure as your scorching insides melted what was left of his sanity.

Because you wanted to milk Eren for all that he was worth, you weren't one to show him mercy, but that didn't stop you from ruining a perfectly good orgasm for a little bit more teasing.

You were a brat at heart.

As Eren sighed idly, his brows furrowed and his eyes shimmered with threatening tears, you withdrew your hand from his wrist and firmly steadied yourself against the headboard.

"If you're really that worried, I guess we can just stop if you want to?" You cooed, with a small roll of your hips.

Eren wanted to sob, but not in a really sad way; rather, I'm convinced my girlfriend might be some type of succubus way that had him rutting against your still hips shifting under your weight. "No, please, I wanna so bad mommy. I need you, please."

“Hm, I don't know, the last thing I ever wanna do is make you uncomfortable baby.” You had the audacity to say as if you weren't just purposely clenching around him. 

“Please, I'll be good,” Eren whined, pitching his hips up, his hands trembling as he seizes you by your hips changing the pace of your moments to something more tolerable. 

“I just want you to fuck me.” and just that easy had he flipped a switch in your brain, your hands settling pressed against his chest to keep your balance as you followed through with his wishes the squeak of his poor mattress springs not even being able to cover up the sounds of poor sounds. 

It was an agonizing pleasure to still himself as you rode on top of him, holding back from messing up your steady rhythm with the absolute feral feeling that he had built up in his system. Devoting the rest of the control that he had left in his body to cover his mouth, struggling to hold back every gasp and moan praying that his roommates would spare him with mercy the next morning.

“Aww poor baby.” he shivered at the proud smirk on your face, “want me to help?” Eren could only nod obediently, completely had he lost control of his voice not trusting what noises would part from his lips next.

The hand resting against this torso trailed up to grip around his neck leaning down to kiss him, deciding that covering his mouth with yours was a more effective way to muffle him.

Eren responded enthusiastically, allowing his body to melt under your kiss, falling intoxicated to the feeling of your body grinding against his, the amount of friction and ecstasy happening to his body enticing his orgasm closer and closer, panting under your soft lips. 

You were the first to come undone, it was common with all that teasing would you always be the one too excited to hold yourself together in the long run.

The stutter of your hips and the tight clench of your muscles making his brain switch into faulty mod.

Just seconds after had Eren let out a whine of pleasure, you leaned back holding onto the headboard lazily as his hands moving to hold you into place the sound echoing through his shoebox size of a room. 

The noise was definitely heard by the dorm's other occupants as they could only hold so much strength in the trust of a wooden door between them. 

Post-nut clarity hitting Eren like a bus, the sound of your laughter being the first thing he could process after his string of groans. His hands instantly went to cover his face as you snuggled closely against him, giggling at his shy reaction.

“You did that on purpose,” he murmured, mentally preparing himself to have to face the awkward eye contact he would have to endure getting up and walking to the bathroom. 

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[longlivesteddie]

soulmates au where you start seeing color if you lock your eyes with your soulmate, rockstar!eddiesoulmates au where you start seeing color if you lock your eyes with your soulmate, rockstar!eddie

I need Steve to love Corroded Coffin so much he goes to their concerts every time they are in Indianapolis. This time is different. This time he manages to push through the crowd until he's almost next to the stage. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Because if he stayed behind like all the previous times, there would be no chance for Eddie – the singer – to look him in the eye. The world would not start coloring itself. The singing would not stop mid-song. And Steve would not have to run away like a kid.

Eddie deserves someone better. Someone less damaged, someone less needy and clingy. Steve’s so wrapped up in his own head in the train on his way home. He’s obsessively refreshing the corroded coffin tag on twitter, but it looks like the concert continued after.

And then for two months, there's nothing. No news, no concerts, no paparazzi photos. And then suddenly a new mini album. It’s under Eddie’s name titled: to my soulmate.

Steve manages to not listen to it for the whole 20 minutes. It’s just 4 songs. And they are all beautiful, all heart breaking.

The first one starts with Eddie saying: “This is for you, sweetheart.”

One of them talks about Steve’s face and the color of his eyes and Steve’s sure that Eddie couldn't see it from the stage with all the lights around them. Does that mean that he went through footage from the concert trying to find a glimpse of him? Could he check the names on all the tickets he sold? Did he try to search for him online? Did he go through the endless follower list on his instagram account, hoping he’s gonna find Steve?

Another one talks about how Eddie understands if he’s not enough for his soulmate. And Steve’s whole chest hurts so bad as he sobs through it. Eddie is more than enough, Eddie’s perfect.

The last one is a love song. Love at first sight. It’s about everything Eddie accepted to feel if he ever found his soulmate, it’s about how wrong he was, because the words can’t describe the overwhelming love he felt the moment they looked at each other. When the song ends, Steve can hear Eddie breathing: “If you want to give me a chance, I’ll be waiting where we met. Friday, 7 o’clock.”

And then it’s quiet.

Steve’s determined not to go anywhere. He has 5 days until it’s Friday. And then it’s gonna be over. Then, Eddie can find someone else. Someone better.

On Friday, he finally confesses to Robin. If she could reach through her phone, Steve’s sure she’d pull him by his ears and kick him towards Indianapolis. He tells her all his worries, all his reasons to not go to the club. He tells her that Eddie would not want him anyway. Who would want someone like him?

“Don’t you think he should make that decision himself?“ She asks and she’s right.

The last train leaves in less than an hour and Steve barely makes it. Shaking like a leaf he sits next to a window and tries to calm himself down. He managed to take a shower before, fix his hair and put on a Corroded Coffin hoodie. He’s gonna be 20 minutes late. And he hopes, he prays that Eddie will wait a bit longer.

When the bouncer finally lets him in, Steve runs down to the stage. It’s way past 7.30. He’s not sure where Eddie could be. There’s no band playing tonight. The club is half empty so it’s not that hard to check every table.

Eddie’s not here anymore.

Tears sting his eyes. He squeezes his nose. And goes towards the bar to ask for rum and coke. He chugs half of the glass on his way towards an empty table. He writes Robin a quick message.

After he finishes his drink, he’s gonna find a place to spend the night, because there are no more trains going back to Hawkins.

Robin replies back almost instantly: “check his insta stories.”

But before Steve’s able to do that, there’s someone standing in front of him

“Hey.”

When he looks up, he’s lost for words. Because that’s definitely Eddie. Eddie, who looks so put together. A proper contrast to Steve’s red face from running and his puffy eyes from tears that haven’t fallen yet. It takes him a solid 5 seconds to say something back.

“Hi.”

Eddie gestures at him, smiling, like he can’t believe this is happening. Then he scratches his head and says: “I didn’t think this through.”

Steve starts laughing at the absurdity of it all and then he hears Eddie joining him.

“I’m Steve,” he finally introduces himself a minute later. He extends his hand.

“Steve, hi. I’m Eddie, but you probably already know that.” Eddie’s hand is warm and his handshake is firm. And he doesn’t let go afterwards.

“I’ve heard your songs... But you probably already know that too, since I’m here at all.”

“Did you – did you like them?” Eddie looks at him like it really matters. Like Steve’s opinion is important.

“I love them,” Steve exhales. “I’m sorry.”

Once he starts apologising he can’t stop.

“I’m so sorry Eddie. I didn’t. I thought you deserved so much better than me.”

“It’s okay. Hey, it’s okay.” Eddie says he grabs Steve’s chin and makes him look up. Eddie’s eyes are the prettiest shade of brown and Steve’s so grateful. “You’re here now.”

“I’m here,” Steve repeats. “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”

Less than a month later, there’s another mini album. Another 4 songs, but this time, they're all happy. And maybe the last one is Steve singing for Eddie.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Speak Easy to Me

Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 6 ~ 6k

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor ₊⁺⋆ Eventually Explicit

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

// Charlie and Alastor finally appreciate the honeymoon suite. Smut, angst with a happy ending. Alastor is inexperienced and Charlie helps him learn quickly. //

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Charlie tugged Alastor with her into the elevator, her cheeks blazing and laughter bubbling from her lips as the doors slid closed behind them. 

“I think we scandalized the whole party.” She giggled, trying to keep her mascara from running. It was just so ridiculous that a ballroom full of adults would clap and holler over one little kiss. 

Okay, so maybe it was a few kisses, but still. 

Charlie glanced up at Alastor, expecting to see his usual smile or even a smirk, but his eyes were wide behind his glasses and a faint blush tinged his brown skin pink. His dark hair was disheveled—her doing, whoops. 

“Hey, Al, are you okay?” She asked softly, her delight cooling to concern as she leaned up on her toes to gently touch his cheek. “You feel warm…”

The moment her fingers brushed his skin, Alastor’s demeanor flipped like a switch. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that stole the air from her lips, just as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss. 

It was nothing like the kiss on the dance floor. That one had been a challenge, seeing whose resolve would break first and pull away. 

This was, well, it wasn’t gentle. But it was desperate, almost needy. Like he had to have her mouth on his to answer whatever was occupying his mind and consuming his thoughts.

Charlie’s hand came to rest on his chest, gripping into his black vest. She felt Alastor’s heart racing under her palm as he pulled back to look at her.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Worry crept into his voice—did he think he’d upset her by kissing the breath out of her?? And since when could Alastor kiss like that?

There was always more to the mystery of the Radio Demon.

"I’m more than alright.” Charlie admitted, blinking past her whirling thoughts, trying to calm the concern she could still feel radiating from him. “I just…never thought you liked anyone, like that.”

“Nor did I,” Alastor admitted, his tone and his gaze far off.

Charlie bit her lip, realizing she wasn’t helping whatever swirl of emotions he was feeling that made his hand limp in hers.

Damn slow elevators.

“But I’m not upset about it, so you know…um.” Charlie diverted, her cheeks warming again, but pushing through because Alastor needed the reassurance. “Yesterday, when we were in here with all those people and you leaned over me—I kinda, wanted to kiss you then.”

Her face burned as she confessed, but that giddy little nervous giggle bubbled from her lips.

Alastor just looked stunned.

Charlie felt her face flame, and she ducked her head. “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, what was I thinking?”

But Alastor’s hand was suddenly under her chin, tilting her face up to meet that burning intensity in his still brown eyes. "

“Did you like that, darling?” His voice was low and smooth as she’d ever heard at it.

“Yes…” Charlie squeaked, fighting the anxious habit of dissolving into giggles and wriggle away.

Alastor’s expression broke into a real, genuine grin as he pressed her back against the elevator wall. His hand came up to brace beside her head, trapping her against him.

Charlie’s mind reeled. Just like yesterday—was that only yesterday—but so, so different. All alone in the elevator. The air crackled brightly between them without a hint of his irritated static sounds.

Impatient for more, she grabbed for Alastor’s vest to pull him down into another kiss.

But he just chuckled, and stayed maddeningly out of reach, his lips at her temple.

“Not so fast,” He purred. “Say what you said, before.”

His lips ghosted along her cheek, his breath tickling the hair that waved in front of her ears. Making it hard for Charlie to think straight.

“Um…it’s okay, Al?” she guessed, her words breathless.

Alastor’s lips hummed along her jawline before skipping her mouth again. “Close, but not quite…try again.”

Charlie swallowed hard, the desire building hot and fast from Alastor’s teasing almost kisses as she wracked her mind.

Then it clicked.

“Just focus on me.”

Alastor gave a hum of approval. “Gladly,” he purred, and finally, finally, he ducked his head to kiss her.

Charlie gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by another flair of his searing intensity. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders, anchoring herself as her entire understanding of Alastor tilted on its axis.

There was no hesitation in the way he held her, one hand cupping her face, while his thumb eased her lips open—until she could taste whiskey on his tongue.

Charlie responded eagerly, her fingers sliding back into his dark hair.

Clinging to him like a lifeline, and amazed every moment Alastor didn’t pull away from her.

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Alastor’s lips found Charlie’s with renewed fervor as he kicked the door of the honeymoon suite closed without breaking their kiss

Their bodies moved in tandem, easy as a slow dance, with his arm around her waist and hers linked around his shoulders—until her heels hit the edge of the bed. The Princess pulled the demon with her back onto the mattress.

Alastor’s heart lept up into his throat as Charlie dragged him with her, graceless but so eager he could hardly lift his torso off of hers. Sweet Charlie, heart on her sleeve, her desires plain as a song with every little sound she made.

He wanted to collect every single one and make a record just for her.

“Just like when you had too much to drink last night.” Charlie’s giggle was music to his ears, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

She was so damningly beautiful. No matter what form she was in—it might just be the end of him.

“Tipsy, darling.” Alastor pulled back, a trademark grin on his face. “Alas, I assure you, now I am fully aware.” He brushed his lips across her wonderfully warm cheek as he found his way to her neck.

Charlie’s laughter bubbled up, a sound that sent shivers of delight through Alastor.

He sucked a mark of the point of her rabbiting pulse, relishing the softness, the sweetness, the taste that was uniquely hers.

Alastor shifted, moving himself further up the bed, fingers gripping the comforter—the same one they’d left in a heap that very morning. Charlie’s pale legs wrapped around his narrow waist, her dress riding up her thighs, so pulling them so intimately together.

The contact sent a jolt of electricity through every nerve, making the Radio Demon acutely aware of his own arousal straining against his slacks…mirrored by the heat he could feel from Charlie.

“I’m so glad we have this big bed.” The blonde laughed easily.

Alastor froze, despite the heat of her gasp against his ear.

His mind flashed back to that morning, how he’d promised himself he would sleep on the couch out of respect. Things had changed so quickly. And, as much as he now desperately craved her closeness…she drew another feeling from the depths of his long-dead heart.

Apprehension. A sudden, crippling self-doubt that he had never experienced.

That almost made him miss the feeling of her small fingers sliding between their bodies to work at the button of his slacks.

Alastor’s hand shot out, grasping Charlie’s wrist in a vise, gently but firmly, pulling it away from his crotch. His heart thudding with a disastrous mix of lust and churning anxiety.

“Al?” Charlie’s voice was laced with worry. “Are you okay?”

He winced, hiding from it only for as long as he could.

“Yes, of course.” Alastor brought her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her palm, before he felt the strained words come out of his mouth. “And…no.”

“Is something wrong?” Charlie’s brow was furrowed with an irritating amount of concern, and she moved to sit up. “You can tell me.”

Alastor leaned back on his knees to allow her the room; his gaze turned from her as his smile became a wretched, vulnerable thing.

His pride was already smarting.

Kissing something he had done plenty. Decades ago, of course, but a man couldn’t go raising suspicions by not having a few dates with pretty girls—but that was the extent of his experience. And he was going to have to confess that, to Charlie.

“I have…I’ve never been this close to anyone before.” She had been correct—he didn’t like people. Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes closed, so he didn’t have to meet hers. “Never been…intimate. And I am…” he despised the taste of this word on his tongue. “Afraid that I do not know to do it properly.”

The very notion that he would fail to please Charlie…was something Alastor’s ego simply could not abide by.

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Charlie took an agonizingly long time to process what he was saying. The tortuous silence was worse than anything he’d experience in Hell, and his anxiety mounting with every passing second.

“Oh!” she finally exclaimed, those golden eyes gone wide. “Sorry, I just, had no idea. The way you kissed me and you were using your mouth on my neck…” She rubbed at the reddened skin along her throat, her words trailing off.

Alastor felt a small surge of satisfaction at her words, some of his wounded ego recovering as he squared his shoulders. “Well, I am a quick study,” he said, attempting to inject the facade of his usual confidence.

Charlie’s expression only softened, and when she reached up to cup his cheek, he leaned into her hand. “It’s okay Al, really. We can take it slow—I don’t want anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Alastor felt his lips pull back over his teeth, knowing that his urge was to snap at her. To lash out when his ego was bruised. But he didn’t want to do that to Charlie.

Part of him hated that she was taking it easy on him, treating him like some blushing virgin.

Even if that was precisely what he was.

But another part, what he hoped was a larger part, was secretly grateful for her understanding.

“You’re too kind.” Alastor cupped Charlie’s hand to his face, still fighting with the conflicting thoughts.

The Radio Demon was entirely unaccustomed to the fear of inadequacy gnawing at him.

Until Charlie nudged him gently. “Hey,” she smiled, pulling her hand away and leaving an ache in his chest. “Let me up for a sec?”

Alastor obliged, shifting his weight to allow her to stand, though he wilted a bit at the loss of contact. Already thinking it a consequence of his ineptitude.

He watched Charlie stand, pulling off her earrings and her pearl necklace to set them aside. His eyes drawn to her as she smoothed her fabric back down, hiding her legs from him.

Alastor felt an undercurrent of static bristle under his skin.

“C’mon Al, I was just going to change out of this dress.” Charlie must have heard his brooding mood, because she came back to him. He lifted his head as she draped her arms around his shoulders. “We can keep kissing as much as you like.”

Alastor cocked an eyebrow up at her. Wanting her was far from the issue.

“But I don’t want you sleeping on that tiny couch tonight.”

“Oh?” His hands came to hold her waist. “And where, pray tell, do you suggest I sleep?”

Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, trying to neaten the mess that had been made of his hair. “With me.” She said simply.

From her blush, he knew she knew what she’d said. Leaving him reeling over what she meant by it.

The Princess was toying with him.

But then, Charlie was kissing him again. Reassuring Alastor that, yet again, he had not scared her off. Though her lips were gentler on his this time. Still going easy on him, he thought bitterly.

When she leaned back, she was still giggling, and Alastor couldn’t help but admire how disheveled she looked. Her blonde waves were a mess from his eager hands.

“Al?” Charlie’s voice brought through his thoughts. “Could you help me with this zipper?”

"Of course, my dear," he replied automatically, ever the gentleman. He rose to his feet, moving behind her.

As Alastor's fingers pulled the dress apart, he was suddenly very aware of every inch of exposed skin. The elegant curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her shoulders, the line drawn down to the small of her back...that overwhelming urge to touch her returned with a vengeance.

Charlie said she liked the feeling of his mouth on her neck—stirring something primal within him.

Alastor leaned closer to her, his cheek pressed to her soft hair, nuzzling against her, wondering if she would rebuff his boldness.

But Charlie, sweet Charlie who sang to him like a siren, was leaning back into his touch and giving him all the encouragement he needed. The warmth of her body sent a shiver through him. And his fingers played down the crook of her neck and shoulder like the keys of a piano.

“You can touch me as much as you want, you know,” Charlie murmured, tilting her head invitingly.

Alastor didn’t need to be told twice.

He eagerly ducked his head, leaving a trail of sucking kisses along her pale skin. His human teeth, he noted with a hint of frustration, left a shallow imitation of the marks he could make as a demon.

Still, Charlie’s soft sighs of pleasure were invading his senses like an intoxicating drink.

“That…feels amazing.” She breathed, octaves dropping with her obvious desire.

Emboldened by her words, his hands mapped the curve of her spine, slipping under the dress to touch more and more. Alternating between gentle nips and soothing licks. So caught up he didn’t register Charlie’s hands moving to let the dress drop in a pool of black sequence around her ankles.

Alastor was eager to discover every inch exposed as she pressed back into his body, lighting every nerve as her delicate fingers splayed over his.

Charlie moved their linked hands to her chest, and with a minute click, her bra was undone and falling to the ground.

He panted gently against the side of her head, overwhelmed with the softness of the flesh beneath his palms. “Charlie…” Alastor heard the plea in his own voice.

“It’s okay…like this.” She murmured back to him, cupping his hands around her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples.

Charlie was clever, but Alastor knew what she was doing. Patient, subtle guidance that was careful not to bruise his ego.

He couldn’t think to care right now, too entranced by the little gasps and exhales he drew from the princess as he explored her. He cataloged each and every precious note, determined to collect them all.

“Darling girl,” he murmured against her ear, “you make the most…exquisite sounds.”

Charlie shivered in his arms, reaching back to tangle her fingers into his hair, her pants tender and filled with affection.

Charlie wriggled against him, her movements becoming more urgent. As she pressed back, Alastor felt her ass against his growing arousal. Surprisingly, he found it easy to ignore that particular sensation. His focus narrowed to the heat of her skin, how he caused her breath to quicken and a moan to slip from her with the flick of his thumb.

Emboldened and with deft fingers, Alastor slid his hand across Charlie’s black panties—a burst of harmonic hum escaped him as he felt her wet warmth.

"My, my," he purred, his voice taking on a slight echo. "You're absolutely drenched, cher."

Charlie gave a gasping laugh. "You're…you're really turning me on right now."

Alastor chuckled, low and deep, nipping her ear. "Show me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Where you want to be touched."

"My…my clit," Charlie breathed, her cheeks beautifully red. She guided his hand into her panties, curling her fingers over his to show him exactly where she wanted him.

When he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, he was rewarded with the delicious sound of Charlie crying out his name. It sent a thrill through Alastor, stoking his own desire into a brilliant fire.

"Darling…" he murmured, tilting her head back to better hear her sounds.

He experimented with different touches, light caresses, and firmer strokes. Each movement drew another captivating sound from Charlie. Letting Alastor wonder what other delightful notes he could coax from her, with Charlie’s body as his instrument.

Her hips moved in small, enticing circles. Pressing back against him again. Distracting him only momentarily as she bit into her bottom lip.

Alastor gripped her by the chin and neck, holding her still to regain his focus.

Charlie’s breathing grew ragged, and it thrilled him that she couldn’t manage to keep her mouth closed when he was touching her.

“Al…I’m close. I’m so close.” She whined.

The demon’s eyes gleamed with pure excitement. “I want to see your face.” He demanded in a sultry voice. “I want you to look at me.”

Charlie nodded eagerly, but lamented loudly when he moved her.

Alastor chuckled, snapping his fingers to vanish her remaining undergarments and shoes as he turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed with newfound confidence, pushing her legs apart.

Charlie looked an absolute mess beneath him—but the way her eyes were on him exhilarated Alastor. Drinking in the power of it.

Her fists wrinkled his red button down, desperately trying to get his hands back on her.

Alastor pinned Charlie’s shoulder to the bed, teasing his touch down her body, before relenting to what she wanted. His fingers drawing over her soaking lips, before finding her clit again.

Charlie moaned, but bit into her lip to stifle it.

“Now, now. None of that.” Alastor tutted disapprovingly, using his free hand to grasp her chin again. "Let me hear you sing for me."

Charlie’s eyes were wide with want as she plead, “Please, Al…I need more. I need your fingers inside me.”

Alastor felt a surge of pure pride at her desperate tone. She was begging for him, and it was truly intoxicating.

“Show me.” He commanded, his own words heavy with desire.

Charlie grabbed at the wrist that was at her neck, but didn’t tug him away. Her other hand showed him how to curl his two fingers just so.

Alastor eagerly mimicked the motion, relishing the way her body responded. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit, watching her face intently for every flicker of pleasure.

Suddenly, Charlie's grip on his wrist tautened. "Al…Alastor~" she cried out, her body trembling. "Fuck!"

Alastor began to withdraw his fingers, but Charlie held him firmly in place. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Please~"

He continued his ministrations, mesmerized by the way her inner walls clenched around him.

The sounds she made were unlike anything he'd ever heard—a symphony of ecstasy that rivaled even the most agonized screams he'd elicited in Hell.

As Charlie's bliss subsided, she released his wrist and let him pull away, her chest heaving.

Alastor looked down at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction unlike any he'd experienced before. He blinked away the red glow in his eyes, surprise his demonic form was trying to manifest.

Charlie gazed up at him, a dopey, contentment grin on her face. She reached for his hand, bringing it to her lips. Alastor watched, transfixed, as she began to suck her own slick from his fingers.

Unable to resist, he surged forward, capturing her lips to taste her. He hated sugar…but her sweetness left him wanting. He’d have to have her from the source, and soon.

"I want you,” she barely pulled her lips back from his. "I want to make you feel good, too."

Alastor hesitated.

He wanted to. Heavens, he wanted her more than anything. But…the idea of a, premature performance, was utterly mortifying.

Before he could think of how he should respond, Charlie pulled him close by the open collar of his shirt to pant into his ear. “Can I ride you, Alastor?”

“Yes,” he blurted out, surprising himself with his own eagerness. In for a penny, in for a pound.

⊹❀⊹❀⊹✨⊹❀⊹❀⊹

Charlie was all eagerness as she got Alastor onto his back so she could straddle his narrow hips, her body still tingling from his talented fingers.

She wanted more. Needed to feel him inside her—but first, she needed him out of these clothes, dapper as they were and as gorgeous as he looked all disheveled and aroused.

Even getting his shirt unbuttoned felt like something rare and forbidden, with the way his demon form was covered from neck to toe.

Charlie reached for the next button with a determined glint in her eye. When he caught her wrists.

“Al?” Her brow furrowed, looking at his widened eyes. “You okay?”

Alastor winced, and she could see the way his upper lip twitched with contempt at his own insecurity. “I am…concerned you won’t like what you see.” He admitted, like his silver tongue had turned to lead.

Charlie’s expression softened. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek to get his attention back on her. "

“That’s not possible, Al. I already like seeing you like this.” Was it cheesy, yes, absolutely. But it wasn’t wrong either. The Radio Demon just had an irresistible appeal, no matter what form he was in.

Alastor searched her face, like he was looking for the smallest hint of deception—but there was none to find. Slowly, he released her wrists.

Charlie ducked to kiss him, resuming her unbuttoning of his shirt, keeping her touch feather light over his exposed skin.

He tensed as she pushed the fabric aside, and she saw why.

A faded scar ran from his right hip almost up to his left shoulder. “Oh, Al,” Charlie felt her composure flicker into a pained realization. “Is this from…the fight with Adam?”

Alastor swallowed hard. “Yes, it seems angelic weapons leave a rather indelible mark.”

Charlie felt a surge of emotion clogging her throat. She reached for him, but hesitated at the last moment.

“Does it hurt?” She asked quickly.

"Not anymore.” Alastor shook his head. “It's just…unsightly."

Charlie felt her eyes blaze with the fiery swelling in her chest. This time, she was the one to lean forward. Caging Alastor’s head with her arms, so he had to look up at her.

“Alastor, you got that protecting me. And our friends.” The princess said, with a fierceness that kept him from looking away. She splayed her fingers over his chest, and over the scar. “You got it defending our hotel. There’s nothing unsightly about it.”

Alastor opened his mouth, but nothing came out. And maybe, Charlie took a little bit of pride in stunning him. On making the Radio Demon, infamous for the gift of gab, speechless.

Charlie wasn’t finished with him.

With their eyes still locked together, the blonde ducked down, and pressed her lips to the angel blade scar. The tenderness of it left him breathless, but before Charlie could trail her kisses up the mark to his lips—Alastor seized her face in both his hands and pulled her mouth to his.

Part of her was still surprised at this much affection from him—this kiss was undeniably and absolutely loving.

"Charlie," Alastor's voice echoed, no longer the smooth radio announcer's tone but a whisper husky with yearning. The surreal sensation his body writhing beneath her was amplified by the desperate plea. "

Yes, Al?" Charlie responded, her lips brushing against his in a teasing peck.

His grip on her hips was bruising, and the noise that slipped past his gritted teeth was like a radio dial spinning wildly through frequencies.

Charlie decided to show him some mercy.

But Alastor's impatience surged forth as he made his remaining clothes vanish just as she undid the buttons on his fitted trousers.

His cock was achingly hard and leaking—making the princess feel profoundly empty without him.

Charlie shifted above Alastor, placing one hand on his chest for balance while aligning him at her entrance with the other. As she slowly lowered herself onto his length, he watched with rapt fascination.

Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment as he stretched her so perfectly, making her walls clench.

"Ch-Charlie," he stammered out, arms wrapping around her waist to still her.

Charlie understood in an instant from the heat of his face where it was buried against her neck.

"It's okay," she whispered soothingly into his ear while running gentle fingers through his hair, fighting to keep her hips still and be as patient as she promised. . "We have all the time in the world."

Eventually, his panting breaths against her neck became slower and steadier.

Charlie bit her lip and nuzzled closer to the demon. Because she knew how precious his composure was to Alastor; this vulnerable side of him was only for her. Which just made her heart swell in her chest.

When he lifted his head, seeking another kiss from her lips, Charlie eagerly met him. Her arms looped around his shoulders, and she began to move her hips in a slow, easy rhythm.

His breath hitched audibly but he made no move to stop her.

"Darling..." Alastor's gave a ragged pant against her lips, "You feel... divine."

A soft sound escaped Charlie at the rawness of his voice, so different from the crisp, clear tones he usually employed.

"Al, I—" Before Charlie could return the sentiment, his fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat to his eager mouth.

When her movements faltered slightly under his touch, Alastor used one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer again. She let out a soft whimper; if he needed control, she was more than willing to relinquish it.

"Charlie," Alastor purred against the skin of her collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly over her chest before latching onto a sensitive nipple.

His name left her lips like a curse. This time, when she stuttered, his hips rose to meet her. Thrusting into her hard and fast, and just right. She was so sensitive, but she had to reach between them to find push her self over the edge with him.

Alastor caught hold of her wrist.

Charlie started, opening her eyes to see if he was alright—when she saw his grin.

"Allow me," he insisted smoothly as he replaced her fingers with his on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Charlie moaned and wrapped arms around Alastor's shoulders once more, trying to hold back but she was so damn sensitive from before...

"Alastor," she whimpered just as she felt him shudder beneath her. She let her head fall back, as she chased her bliss.

When he grabbed her by the face one last time, demanding every little gasp and whine and sound of her pleasure, vaguely aware of his warmth filling her.

✧✦✧✦⚜️✧✦✧✦

As they lay together, catching their breath, Alastor found his mind consumed with yet another unfamiliar feeling.

A terrifying, cloying, neediness.

His body felt sated, his head finally free of the insatiable thoughts of Charlie—but he couldn’t fathom the thought of pulling away from her either.

She slumped against his chest, her hair splayed across him again—and all he could think was that he wanted to ease the tangles from her blonde locks. Alastor had already lifted a hand to do so, when he saw the human skin and bones.

Had he only slept with her because he was weak with human urges? A worse thought still—had Charlie only wanted him, because he currently looked human?

This feeling unsettled Alastor to his very core, making him feel devastatingly, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Charlie gave a soft sound as she slipped off of him, causing a panic to rise in Alastor, dreading the moment that she would pull away—only to have her settle back beside him.

“That was amazing, Al.” Charlie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before focusing her golden eyes on him. "Are you alright?”

Alastor banished the uncertainty from his smile as he regarded her. “More than that, darling. Just…splendid.”

Charlie chuckled, and he wondered if he’d overdone it.

“Me too.” She just agreed, before nestling into his chest.

And the creeping emptiness vanished at her touch. Alastor finally settled back against the too soft pillows, and just, let himself wrap his arms around Charlie.

After a long moment, the Princess stirred. “We should probably get up and get cleaned up.” she murmured, voice heavy with contentment and movements heavier with fatigue.

Alastor tightened his arm around her. “Now, that won’t do.” His usual timbre returning to his words as he flicked his fingers. With a flash of green glow, he magicked them both refreshed.

Though, perhaps selfishly, he didn’t redress them for bed.

“Handy trick,” Charlie just gave a giggle, reaching for the rumpled blankets and smoothing it over them both. Before she snuggled right back against his chest.

Alastor wondered if they were meant to just…fall asleep after sex, if that was the usual protocal, when Charlie lifted her head again.

“Goodnight, Al.” She leaned up, cupping his cheek, and dropping a lazy kiss on his lips. Alastor felt himself clinging to Charlie for as long as she allowed, only to be interrupted by a yawn.

“Goodnight, my dear.” Alastor murmured, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

As Charlie's breathing evened out in sleep, Alastor found himself wide awake. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. The unfamiliar emotions swirling within him were both thrilling and terrifying.

Sleep, it seemed, would be elusive tonight.

✧✦✧✦⚜️✧✦✧✦

It was around three or four in the morning, the witching hour, when Alastor finally gave up and slipped out of bed.

After carefully extricating himself from Charlie’s embrace, he slipped on one of the soft robes the hotel had provided—before he transfigured it into one more his style. Though, the cool red silk was a stark contrast from the warmth he’d left behind.

Silent as he could, Alastor made his way to the balcony, pushing the heavy curtains aside, and stepping out into the still warm and humid, but slightly less stifling night air.

Leaning against the railing, Alastor gazed at the twinkling lights of Bourbon Street—the music was still atrocious and ill-matched, but dulled at this hour into an almost pleasant murmur.

“What have I done?” He growled at himself, running a hand through his mussed hair. “Given someone else a chain to link around my neck, it seems.” He snarled into the night air.

The very notion of a romantic, or physical, entanglement was incompatible with his ambitions. Overlords fell before him because they had things, people, to lose.

Yet here Alastor was. He’d tied a string around his heart and then just dropped it into Charlie’s hand. He was at her mercy.

So why did the idea thrill him as much as it terrified him?

Alastor’s perpetual smile faltered as a new, horrid thought took hold.

No one had said that Charlie felt the same as he. Perhaps it was just…sex to the Princess, withering as that idea was.

What if she only brought Alastor to bed, because of this handsome human disguise he wore? Yes, it had been his face. But it wasn’t who he was. Not anymore.

“Fuck,” a bitter laugh escaped him. Alastor, the Radio Demon, had forgotten who he was. After all the coaching and talking to himself, he’d thrown it all down the elevator shaft the moment Charlie gave even a hint that she wanted to kiss him.

He was not the pretty face that he covered with his hand. The monster lurked beneath soft brown skin and coiffed dark hair. He was not the man Charlie had brought to her bed.

Alastor’s form began to shift, manifesting his inner turmoil. His fingers elongated, nails sharpening and turning scarlet. His smile stretched unnaturally wide, teeth growing sharp and meshed together like threshing blades.

This time, he didn’t fight the transformation. He needed to be reminded of this cursed, elongated body, the antlers, the ears, the gray skin that gave him the pallor of death with his blood-red eyes.

Standing there in the moonlight, Alastor looked down at himself. At the claws grasping the iron wrought railings, as he let out a soft, agonized laugh that crackled with static.

“As soon as the Radio Demon returns to Hell,” Alastor murmured as he lifted his hand and clenched his fist. “Charlie will remember exactly what you are.”

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"Alastor?" Charlie's soft voice cut through the night air, startling him from his brooding thoughts.

He leaned forward from the wicker bench that had been placed on the balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. For a moment, Alastor thought he was dreaming, seeing her framed in the open window, clad only in his red button-down shirt.

Dream or not, the sight of Charlie in his clothes stirred something in him—despite being in his proper demonic body.

"My dear, are you alright?" Alastor asked, his voice a low wavering tone.

"M’fine,” Charlie nodded, rubbing sleep from her eyes and giving a yawn that stilled the trembling signal inside him. “You didn’t come back to bed"

Alastor's permanent grin widened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I assure you, I am perfectly fine, darling. You should go back to bed."

"Not without you," Charlie mumbled, moving towards him with surprising determination for someone half-asleep.

Before Alastor could protest, Charlie plopped down next to him on the bench.

Without hesitation, she pulled his arm around her shoulders, nestling against his side. Like his return to his demonic form, his real body, didn't faze her in the slightest.

“You’ve been through a lot this weekend, Y’know.”

Alastor stiffened, caught off guard by her easy affection. "Charlie, I—"

"So, I'll go back inside when you do," she interrupted, stifling another yawn.

Her gesture touched him deeply, though he tried not to show it. "We have a long trip back to Hell in the morning.” Well, a short trip, but one that would be taxing on her magic. “You need your rest."

Charlie nodded against his chest. "Mm-hmm. It'll be nice to sleep in my own bed again." She paused, brow furrowing. "Do you even have a bed in your room, Al?"

"I haven’t had the need for one," he admitted, surprised by her perceptiveness even in this state. And wondering where the hell she was going with this.

Alastor would not allow himself to get his hopes up, not again.

Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as she snuggled closer. "Well, you can use my bed whenever you do need one."

Alastor froze, his mind reeling at the implications of her sleepy offer.

He looked down at her, nestled so comfortably against his demonic form. When he felt something swelling in him anew.

A sound burst forth from Alastor's chest. It wasn't his usual static or feedback, but a soft, sweet melody—a lullaby flowing from him, unbidden.

Charlie stirred, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. “...that's beautiful," she murmured.

Alastor's red eyes widened, realizing what was happening. He hadn't consciously chosen to produce this song. It was as if his very essence was responding to Charlie's presence, her acceptance of him.

The trust he’d tried so hard to cultivate for his own means…that he never meant to return.

“I…suppose it is.” He murmured, his voice overlaid with the tune.

Charlie's breathing deepened, her body relaxing further against him. Until Alastor was cradling Charlie in his arms, as her melody meandered through the night air.

⚜️ Part 7 ~ Epilogue ⚜️

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

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you saw the truth in me || George Weasley

Title: you saw the truth in me Pairing: George x Reader Warnings: Mentions of fighting/violence, mentions of blood.  Summary: George never thought he’d be back here again, heartbroken over the only girl he’s ever loved. But once again, he only has himself and his stupidity to blame. Hockey has always been his safe place, but even that isn’t enough to heal his broken heart. A man once at the height of his life, is now on the cusp of losing it all. It’s time for the lies and fakeness to end, and George can only hope it isn’t too late. A/N: here it is, the final part of hockey!george! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported this series and left lovely comments/sent messages - it truly means so much to me that you all love hockey!George as much as I do! As always, comments/feedback are always welcome and appreciated <3 Tags: @rk-ceres

-

George is purely operating on auto-pilot at this point. When Y/N walked out of his life she took all of his motivation and will to do anything with her. If hockey wasn’t all he had left George surely would have been happy rotting away in bed for the foreseeable future. But without Y/N around he has to focus on something, so hockey it is. 

He only gets out of bed because he has practice and training and film sessions to attend. He only gets in the shower so that he doesn’t scare away the few people he hasn’t managed to run off. Eating is purely for fuel, and something he only remembers to do when his body is on the verge of collapsing. 

Before she came back into his life George thought hockey was the only love he’d ever have. Hell, he even went back home and convinced his ex-girlfriend to pretend to be engaged to him so that he could further his career. But having Y/N in his home and in his heart taught him many things, one of them being that there is more in life than just hockey. It really made George reevaluate his outlook, made him think about what happens when he retires and what he wants his life to look like. 

Before Y/N he had convinced himself that he’d spend the rest of his days alone, spending time with his family and doting on his nieces and nephews between lavish vacations and golf trips. Maybe he’d coach a peewee league or two. Whatever he would do George had it in his head that he would be doing it alone. 

But once Y/N reappeared in his life all of those future plans changed. He saw a house in a quiet suburb with a golden retriever in the yard. He saw Y/N in the kitchen, humming to herself as she made dinner. There were kids too, at least three, a perfect combination of the two of them that would fill their house with love and laughter. 

It was a future that George didn’t just imagine - he yearned for it. And with one mistake it’s gone. 

Now he’s not really sure what the point of it all is. What’s the point of being at the height of his career when there’s no one in the stands cheering him on? What’s the point of making all of this money when he has no college funds or family vacations to spend it on? 

He knows everyone is worried about him, but he’s gone into pure survival mode. Ignoring everyone and everything that might make him feel something. Just like he did the last time he fucked up and lost Y/N.

-

George grunts as Ross slams him into the boards, his shoulder seizing up as his head bounces off the glass. He doesn’t even have the energy to hit back, he just lets him skate off with the puck. 

He’s been playing like absolute shit ever since he came back from spring break, but George can’t find it in himself to care. There’s a Y/N shaped hole in his heart, and there isn’t room in his mind for anything except the pain he feels without her. Sure he’s the one who broke them up, but he was doing what he thought was best for her - not for him. 

Even knowing that the Rebels will be drafting him next week isn’t enough to make him feel anything other than pain, which is ironic considering the fact that he told Y/N some bullshit about needing to focus on hockey was the reason why he was ending things. At this point George doesn’t even care if he makes it to the NHL, hell Coach could cut him tomorrow and he’d walk away from hockey forever. 

Without Y/N nothing really makes sense anymore. 

George is so out of it that he doesn’t even realize the game is still going on around him until Coach blows his whistle. 

“All right, that's enough for today, hit the locker room boys. Weasley - my office, now!”

He takes his time leaving the ice, not wanting to face the worried looks his teammates have been sending his way for days. George is almost thankful that Coach is about to tear him a new asshole, since the locker room will probably be empty by the time he gets back there and he doesn’t have to ignore all the questions the boys are sure to have. 

“What the fuck has gotten into you, Weasley?” Coach asks before George’s ass is even in the seat across from his desk. 

“Just got a lot on my mind,” George mumbles, shrugging his shoulders. 

Coach huffs, clearly torn between berating the boy in front of him or offering him a sympathetic shoulder. “Look, I can’t imagine the shit you’re going through, kid. But you gotta leave it in the locker room. Out on that ice the only thing that should be in your head is the game, you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I mean it, George. Fucking up out there isn’t just going to fuck things up for the team but for you as well. The Rebel’s are only offering you a provisional contract, there’s no guarantee they’ll actually call you up once you graduate. Then you’ll be stuck entering the draft as a free agent, and with the way you’ve been playing you’ll be lucky to make it onto a farm team. This is everything you’ve been working towards, Weasley and you are so fucking close, kid. Don’t let all that hard work go to waste. Hockey is the only thing you’ve got room for in your life, understand?”

George nods, and after a few moments of silence Coach dismisses him and he doesn’t hesitate to get the fuck out of there. 

But Coach is right. If he can’t have Y/N at least he still has hockey, and that will have to be enough.

-

Which is why he’s ignored every single one of Fred’s phone calls, and has made up an excuse every time Adam or Thomas invites him out to do something. He told them Y/N had to go back home for some kind of family emergency to explain his shitty mood, and George knows the second they get him alone they’ll be able to tell something bigger is going on; and that is not a conversation George is ready to have. 

They’ve got one more preseason game before Morris announces him as Captain, and George is just holding on until then. Once the announcement is made he’ll be able to get his shit back together and be the man everyone seems to think he is. 

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

-

“Hey, you okay?”

Y/N flinches at the sound of Fred’s voice, and she slowly spins around to face him. He’s standing just where George did all of those weeks ago when he came to ask for her help and it makes the hole in her chest throb. Because even though George hurt her again, Y/N wishes it was him standing there checking on her, not his twin. 

“Just peachy,” she lies, giving Fred her best fake grin. 

Fred snorts in laughter. “I think you’ve always been so focused on George that you forget I’ve known you just as long as he has, Y/N. So cut the crap, we both know you’re not okay.”

Y/N sighs, letting her shoulders slump. Because Fred is right. She’s so far from being okay that word has lost all meaning. It’s been three days since she left Chicago, and even though she’d been desperate to get away Y/N finds herself wishing she was there, back at home with George. 

She’s not really sure when Chicago became home, but the second she touched down in Washington she knew this wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Everything just feels wrong. 

Her old apartment that she thought was so cozy feels like a prison cell, skating at the community center doesn’t bring her the same joy it used to - not when she knows what it’s like to skate at the arena with George by her side. Even seeing her friends leaves her with a longing to hang out with Olivia and Jenny. 

It’s like George finally showed her what it really means to live her life, and now she’s just floating along with no idea how to function anymore. So she plasters on her best fake smile and does what she does best: pretend.

“Look,” Fred starts, taking a few steps forward so he’s closer. “I have no idea what happened between you and George while you guys were in Chicago and I’m not going to pretend that I fully understand the relationship you two have. But there are a few things I do know for sure. For starters I know my brother is hurting, he’s refusing my calls and if the texts I’ve gotten from his teammates are true he’s shutting himself out from the world. And the only other time he did that was after he broke up with you and he was heartbroken.”

Y/N looks away from Fred, not wanting him to see how upset it makes her knowing George is hurting too. Even though she knows he brought that upon himself, she knows she played a role in that pain too. Instead of sticking around to hear what George had to say, she shut down and ran away, just like she did all those years ago. Just like she regrets doing all those years ago. 

Instead of staying and working things out together, she ran, and all that has accomplished is making them both feel like shit. 

“I also know that whatever the hell happened between you two was far from fake. Because you’re both hurt for real, and some stupid lie or argument between two people pretending to be in love wouldn’t cause this kind of heartbreak,” he continues when she doesn’t say anything. “Finally, I know whatever the hell happened was just a roadblock in your story, not the end. You still love George, and you’re holding out hope that he still loves you too.”

His voice is so strong and sure, and those feelings are reflected in Fred’s gaze once Y/N gets the courage to look at him. It almost takes her breath away, how confident Fred is that her and George will work things out. 

“How do you know?” she asks, unable to keep the question in. “How can you be so sure that everything is going to work out?”

The smile on Fred’s face could light the world as he gestures towards her left hand. “Because you’re still wearing the ring my brother gave you. If everything that happened was really fake, and you’re really done with him, why are you still wearing it?”

Y/N is at a loss for words, and with a final wink Fred turns on his heel and walks away. Once he’s disappeared she can’t help but look at the diamond sparkling on her finger, and even just the thought of taking it off makes her chest ache. Despite it being a painful reminder of what could have been, every time she’s tried to take it off Y/N was never quite able to go through with it. It’s the last claim George has over her, and taking it off means that they really are over. 

And if George is feeling just as heartbroken as she is, maybe there still is hope for a happily ever after. 

-

“Wow, Fred wasn’t lying. You really do look like shit.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at Angelina’s bluntness, but there’s a genuine smile on her face for the first time in days. 

“Please, come in and continue to insult me when I already feel like dog shit,” Y/N responds, opening her front door wider so she can come in. 

It’s been a few days since Fred confronted her at the rink, and Y/N isn’t totally surprised that Angelina is here to check up on her. She’d kind of been hoping that she would show up eventually, because Y/N has been dying to get a female perspective on the situation. If anyone is going to tell it to her straight with no regard for her feelings it’s going to be Angelina Johnson. 

Perhaps the best thing to come out of her relationship with George, besides all the love and whatever, is her relationship with Angelina. Dating one half of Fred and George is taxing, to say the least, and the two girls developed a kind of kinship over complaining about all the shit their boyfriends got into. 

Luckily Y/N got to keep Angelina in the breakup, because getting fake engaged to your ex boyfriend and then falling in love with him again is something only a girl who is dating a Weasley twin can understand. 

“You know I already nursed you through one George Weasley breakup,” Angelina teases as she plops down onto the couch. “I’m not really sure I have it in me to do it again.”

“You came over here on your own, you realize that, right?” Y/N sits down next to her, halfheartedly hitting the other girl with a throw pillow. “You’re the one who volunteered yourself for this position.”

“Semantics,” Angelina scoffs playfully. She bites her lip, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as she clutches the pillow Y/N hit her with to her chest. “I mean it kind of is my fault that you’re in this situation, so it only makes sense that I help you come up with a plan to get out of it.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Just because Fred got this hairbrained idea for George and I to get fake engaged because you read a bunch of romance novels does not make any of this your fault. I’m the one who went and fucked up the plan by actually getting real feelings. And you certainly didn’t make George lie to me. I’m the one who got myself into this mess.”

“Still, I feel bad and Fred has been fucking moping around the apartment since George refuses to pick up his calls and I needed a good reason to get the hell out of there.”

“So you’re here for purely selfish reasons,” Y/N laughs. “I see how it is.”

“So you really fell in love with George again, huh?” Angelina questions, nudging Y/N’s knee with her own. 

“Yeah, like a fucking idiot.”

Angelina huffs a laugh. “I don’t know how those boys ended up managing to get two of the hottest girls we went to school with. I swear it must be witchcraft.” That pulls another smile from Y/N, and she considers her next words carefully. “And you’re not an idiot, Y/N. If you fell back in love with George it’s because of who George is and the way he treated you. It’s not like you hated him and then woke up on a random morning madly in love again.”

Y/N shrugs, keeping her eyes focused on the rug to keep from looking at the other girl. “I don’t think I ever really hated George,” she admits quietly. “Was I pissed at him for breaking up with me? Of course, but I never hated him. I think deep down I’ve always loved him, but I refused to acknowledge those feelings to keep myself from getting hurt. That’s the only reason I agreed to this stupid thing in the first place, I told myself either this was George and I’s second chance at a future or it was the wake up call I needed to finally put that chapter of my life to rest and move on.”

“And which one was it?”

“Wake up call,” Y/N responds, her tone saying ‘duh, isn’t it obvious?’

Angelina gives her a grin that Y/N swears she’s seen on Fred’s face before. I guess it’s true that people in long term relationships start to mimic each other’s mannerisms.

“Then why haven’t you taken off the ring?”

Y/N groans, flopping back against the pillows. “You’re such a shithead, you know that? Fred asked me the same question at the rink the other day.”

“He did?” Angelina asks, even though the glint in her eyes tells Y/N that she already knew that. “You know I deserve an award for all the work I’ve put into that boy. He’s a different man than he was when we met, and it’s all thanks to me.”

“If anyone has changed during the course of your relationship it’s you,” Y/N teases. “You used to actually be tolerable and now you’re both insufferable idiots.”

Now Angelina is the one smacking Y/N with a pillow, hitting her softly a few times before they’re both dissolving into a fit of giggles. 

“So answer the question,” Angelina urges once they’ve calmed down. “If you and George really are over for good why are you still wearing your engagement ring?”

Y/N sighs, holding out her left hand to examine the piece of jewelry George slid onto her fourth finger. It’s everything she’s always wanted her engagement ring to be, a true reminder of how well George knows her and his dedication to do everything he can to make her happy. It’s a reminder of all the plans they’d made as teenagers, and even though it was supposed to be fake, she’d viewed it as a promise that George would make all of those other dreams come true too. 

“I guess because I don’t really want it to be over. Of course I’m pissed at George and I’m upset that he lied to me, but I want that second chance. Or maybe it’s our third chance, who the hell knows anymore. I just know that I’m not ready to say goodbye to George Weasley for good. I think he fell back in love with me too, I just don’t know how to fix this mess we’ve gotten ourselves in.”

That stupid Fred grin is back on Angelina’s face and Y/N already regrets the words that have just come out of her mouth. Fred really has rubbed off on Angelina too much, and while she doesn’t know what the plan is, the look on Angelina’s face tells Y/N that she already has one.

And she’s not really sure if that’s a good thing or not.

-

George had planned on ignoring it. 

The knocking started over twenty minutes ago, and he figured whichever of his teammates decided to try and talk some sense into him would eventually get tired and give up. But now it’s gone from simple knocking to pounding, and as much as George doesn’t want to see anyone he does have neighbors and the last thing he needs is a noise complaint to make him feel shittier than he already does. 

So he stomps to the front door, fully intent on opening it just long enough to tell whoever it is to fuck right off so he can go back to wallowing in peace. But all of that fades away, since the second he yanks the door open Olivia and Jenny are pushing their way through, forcing George to the side as they storm into his apartment. 

Adam and Thomas follow their girlfriends, but they at least have the decency to look a little ashamed of their ambush. Forcing himself to get his shit together, George takes a few deep breaths before he shuts the door and follows everyone into the living room. 

Olivia and Jenny have matching stern expressions on their faces, hands on their hips as they glare at George. 

“Sit,” Olivia commands, gesturing towards the couch. 

 It’s then that George notices no one else is sitting down, in fact the four of them have formed a half circle facing the couch where Olivia just demanded he sit. 

“What the fuck is this?” George questions as he does as he was told. “An intervention?”

“So you admit that you did something that requires intervention?”

George frowns and Jenny’s question, silently kicking himself for playing into their hand. He was ready to just spout out some bullshit to get them out of his apartment, but clearly they know something is going on and they don’t plan on leaving until they get it out of him. 

“Maybe,” he admits, the same feelings of shame and guilt creeping in when he thinks of Y/N and what happened between them. He knows he royally fucked everything up, but he’s at a loss for what to do to try and fix things between them. Y/N was clear that she regretted not fighting for their relationship last time, and George isn’t going to let himself make the same mistake. He just doesn’t know where to go from here.

All he knows is that his plan to keep his head down and focus on hockey has been a complete and utter failure. His skating has been sloppy, his puck control has gone out the window and every time he steps on the ice he’s counting down the minutes until he can go home and crawl into his sheets that still smell like Y/N. 

“Spill, now,” Olivia demands. 

And so he does. Because these people are his family, and he knows they’ve come to care about Y/N too, and if he has any shred of hope for getting Y/N back he’ll take all the help he can get. Even if it means letting everyone know what an utter idiot he’s been over the last few months. 

He starts all the way at the beginning, back when he let his insecurities get the better of him and he broke things off with Y/N. George tells them about the pain, and how he buried himself into hockey to ignore all of it, and his promise to never love another woman again. When he gets to the conversation he had Morris had in the off season and the scheme he cooked up with Fred George’s eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to see the things the others are feeling. 

George tells them about how somewhere along the way he fell in love with Y/N for real, and his sole focus became making sure she felt the same way too. He made sure to emphasize how little he cared about being named Captain, that he would have happily been benched for the rest of his career if it meant he had the girl of his dreams by his side. 

Leading them all the way up to now, how he had lied to Y/N about being named Captain so he had enough time to really be sure she’d want to make their arrangement something real. And how on the very day he planned on coming clean, his brother had accidentally spilled the beans and she discovered his lie and betrayal. He tells them all about how hurt Y/N looked that day, and how he just let her walk away. 

He keeps his eyes downcast as he finishes his story, and they all just stand there in silence. 

Until Adam laughing breaks through. 

“You’re something else, Weasel, holy shit.”

The grunt he makes when Jenny slaps his stomach makes George finally look up, and he’s surprised and relieved to see that no one looks mad at him. 

“You guys aren’t mad?”

“Oh I’m pissed that you lied to us,” Olivia starts, but there isn’t any malice in her voice. “And I’m pissed that you screwed things up with Y/N. But clearly you regret your actions and you’re hurting, so I can be pissed at you after.”

“After?”

“After we help you fix things with Y/N,” Jenny responds as if the answer is obvious. “Making you get on your knees and beg for our forgiveness is only satisfying if you don’t look like an abused puppy while you do it.”

“Gee thanks,” George huffs, rolling his eyes. But for the first time since Y/N walked out on him George feels something other than despair. 

He feels hope.

-

The first step of her new plan involves watching the final Rebel’s preseason game, even though Y/N isn’t totally sure she’s ready to see George again. Even if it is through the TV. 

But if what Fred said is true and George has isolated himself from the people around him she needs to make sure that he’s okay. That his heart is still beating and he’s still breathing. Confirmation of life, if you will. 

Again, she’s got to quit watching so much Criminal Minds. 

From the moment George steps out onto the ice it’s clear he isn’t himself. The one place George has always been sure of himself is the rink, but the man wearing his jersey is far from the confident man Y/N expected to see. As she watches him warm up it’s clear there’s no passion behind his movements, like he’s out there playing because he has to be and not because he wants to be. 

It’s the last preseason game and they’re on their own turf, George should be flying high. But from the looks of it he’d rather be anywhere but the stadium. It makes her sick, knowing that even the sport he loves isn’t enough to bring him comfort, and Y/N wishes she could make all that pain go away. 

She’s tempted to turn the TV off, she got a glimpse of him to confirm he is still in fact alive, and now can go about her evening doing just about anything else. But she can’t find it in herself to grab the remote and change the station. Despite his clear lack of enthusiasm George looks beautiful out on the ice, and she can’t look away. Y/N decides to at least watch the first period, figuring George will shake off his funk and show up for his teammates. 

Unfortunately Y/N has never been more wrong in her life. 

George misses passes that he should be able to capture in his sleep, and the few attempts he makes on goal are sloppy and miss the mark by a mile. Clearly his mind is elsewhere, and Y/N feels consumed with guilt, knowing that she’s the reason why George is acting this way. This was supposed to be their season, but how are the Rebel’s supposed to take it all the way with a Captain who’s barely holding it together. 

Luckily the Rebels manage to keep it held together until they’re halfway through the second period. Despite George’s shitty playing they’ve scored two goals, keeping them tied with New York. And as Geore skates out for his next shift he almost looks like his old self. Each of his movements are sharp and sure, and even though the camera isn’t zoomed in on his face Y/N can tell there’s a look of determination painted on it. 

She’s actually feeling hopeful that he’s managed to pull it together as George faces off against the opposing center for the puck drop. From the angle of the camera it’s apparent that New York’s center is chirping at George for the hundredth time tonight, though Y/N can’t really tell what’s being said. Luckily George is used to it, and he’s always good about ignoring the bullshit and letting their defensemen take care of it. 

Except George clearly isn’t himself, because the second the Ref blows the whistle George is dropping his gloves and taking a swing at the player across from him. Y/N gasps as blood sprays from the other player’s nose, a weird mixture of shock and arousal thrumming through her veins. 

New York’s center drops his own gloves then, and their fight is in full swing. George grabs onto his opponent’s jersey, yanking him closer so he can land another hit to his face. The Ref’s let them exchange some blows, but as their teammates start to get involved whistles start to blow, and Y/N is on the edge of her seat as George disappears under a pile of fighting hockey players. 

It takes several moments for the Refs to pull everyone apart, but since George and New York’s center were the catalysts they are the only two who receive a penalty. He only receives five minutes, and her stomach turns as a Ref leads George to the sin bin. There’s blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, and she can’t help but notice how swollen and bloody his knuckles are as he wipes it away. 

Even once his penalty is up, George doesn’t get back on the ice until the game is almost over. Luckily he’s kept his hands to himself, and that same determined glare still graces his features as he nabs the puck at the face off. The game is tied up still, and Y/N doesn’t even breathe as the Rebel’s take the puck down the ice towards New York’s goal. The clock is swiftly ticking down, and they have the opportunity to go into the regular season undefeated. 

There were about a dozen different times that Y/N considered switching the game off as she watched, too nervous to keep watching the absolute shit show going on but still feeling the need to support George, even if it’s from her couch and not the stands. But as the clock ticks down and George slaps the puck into the back of the net, scoring both his first point and the game winning point, her heart swells and she’s thankful that she stuck it out.

Because instead of joining his team in celebrating, George raises his stick towards the camera pointed at him, mouthing the words she’s gotten used to seeing again. 

“That was for you.”

Y/N doesn’t even realize she’s crying until the tears drip off of her chin and land on her lap. Despite having no idea that she’s watching, and playing the worst game of his career, George dedicated his goal to her. 

If that wasn’t enough to prove to her that what she and George had was anything but fake, the post game interview he gives leaves no room for doubt.

“You certainly weren’t playing like yourself out there, George, care to comment on what was going on tonight?”

George grunts, and Y/N can tell that the question pisses him off. “My head just wasn’t in it, but I think New York’s center knocked it back into place,” he jokes, trying to make light of the situation.

“Does it have anything to do with the mystery woman you’ve been spotted with recently? Who is this woman who managed to capture your heart and has you dedicating all of your goals to her?” Another reporter asks once called on. 

Y/N figured George is going to deflect the question just like he always does, so she’s surprised when a genuine smile takes over his scowl. 

“That mystery woman would be, Y/N. She’s the woman who always pushes me to be the best version of myself, the only voice I hear in my head when I’m out on the ice. The woman that I love.” 

Y/N’s breath catches in her throat at his honest answer, and her heart feels like it might beat out of her chest as George looks dead into the camera and continues. 

“Baby if you’re watching, and God I really hope you are or I’m about to make a fool of myself on national television, I’m so sorry. I messed up, and I plan on spending every day of the rest of my life making it up to me if you’ll let me. I love you, please come home.”

Suddenly there isn’t a doubt in her mind: George Weasley is completely and irrevocably in love with her and Y/N isn’t going to stop until he knows that she feels the same. 

-

George feels like he might pass out. 

It’s been a little over a week since he confessed his love for Y/N on national television and he hasn’t heard a peep from her. He figures it’s because she wasn’t watching the game, because he can’t bear to think that her silence is because she doesn’t feel the same. That’s a depressive spiral he doesn’t have the time or the energy to deal with. 

Instead he’s focused on the plan he, Olivia and Jenny came up with. He plans on saying the exact same thing during his post game interview tonight, win or lose, and if that doesn’t work he’ll be on a flight to Washington next week in between games to make his love declaration in person. 

George may have joked last week that fighting with New York’s Center knocked his head back on right, but there was some actual truth to that statement. Because he had been playing like shit, and after the fight the only thing he could think of is how upset Y/N would be if she were watching the game. Not only was he playing like shit, but he was acting like an asshole and letting his whole team down, and that version of George he wants her to see. Olivia and Jenny had helped him get his priorities straight and figure out how he needed to start mending things with Y/N, but it was up to him to actually put that plan into place. And playing like shit and getting into fights was not the way to do that.

Y/N truly is constantly pushing George to be the best version of himself, because he wants to be the guy who deserves to be loved by someone as amazing as her. And it really is her voice in his head out there on the ice, because succeeding in his career is going to allow him to give Y/N the life she deserves. And he really does love her, more than he’s ever loved anything. 

He’s done feeling sorry for himself, he knows what he wants and he’s not going to stop until he gets it. 

The first part of that involved a huge apology to his team, and a promise that he’s done being a fuckhead and he’ll be on the top of his game when they skate out onto that ice tonight. It’s the first game of the season and it’s at home: a lethal combination and anything other than a crushing defeat of the other team is not an option. 

Especially when Coach comes into the locker room before warmups, getting ready to make the big announcement that they’ve all been waiting for. 

“Alright, settle down, settle down.” Morris’ voice booms out, causing everyone to instantly quiet. “Now after Crawford retired I know there’s been lots of whispers about who would take his place as Captain. And a lot of time and effort has gone into this decision, it’s not something anyone has taken lightly, especially the man who we’ve chosen for the job. I’ve watched this man work endlessly to be the best player out on the ice for years, and recently I’ve seen him work just as hard to be the best man off of the ice too. Which is why I’m honored to announce the next Captain of the Rebels, number thirteen, George Weasley.”

The team whoops and cheers as George makes his way over to where Morris is standing, a brand new jersey with a capital C in his hands. The guys slap his back and ruffle his hair as he goes, and he feels overwhelmed with how much the team cares and supports him. He shakes Morris’ hand before taking the jersey from him, holding it up for all of the guys to see. 

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” Thomas starts chanting, with Adam joining in. Pretty soon half the team is shouting, and George waves his hand to quiet them down. 

“Jesus, fuck you guys are annoying,” he teases as they start to settle down. “I just wanna start by thanking Coach and everyone who made this decision, it honestly was an honor just to even be considered. This team is my family, and I’m ready to fight alongside all of you this season to bring that Cup home. So let’s get out there on that ice and show them what it means to be a Rebel!”

The team gets rowdy again as George takes off his old jersey, slipping the new one over his gear. It’s gametime then, and as they all line up to exit the tunnel George feels more ready than he ever has. This is going to be their season, and he’ll have Y/N fighting right alongside him if he has anything to say about it. 

The announcer’s booming voice echoes through the tunnel as he announces Texas’ team, and the boys start to bounce around as it gets closer and closer to being their turn out onto the ice. One by one as their names are called the guys flood out onto the ice, ramped up by the loud cheers radiating throughout the stadium. 

Like usual George is last in line, and as he gets closer and closer to stepping out onto the ice he takes a deep breath, silently praying that Y/N is watching. 

“And you’re starting Center and new team Captain number thirteen George Weasley!”

The screams are deafening as George steps out onto the ice, joining the team in their starting lap around the ice. He lets his eyes scan out over the crowd, just taking a moment to let everything sink in. Everything he’s worked for has been leading up to this, and he wants to commit it all to memory. The only thing that would make this night better is knowing that Y/N is there in the crowd to cheer him on too. 

Which is why he has to do a double take as they make their way past home bench, because even though he’s sure about what he saw it may have just been a trick of the lights he needs to be sure. And sure enough when he looks again, three rows back sandwiched between Olivia and Jenny is Y/N, a huge grin on her face as their eyes lock. 

George stops in his tracks at the sight of her, barely able to comprehend how she’s here. 

“Hey Captain!” Y/N shouts, though George reads it from her lips. His mouth drops open as Y/N stands up and turns around, showing off the jersey she has on. Because embroidered above the large number thirteen on the center of her back are the words, Mrs. Weasley. 

He can barely believe his eyes, and just as he’s about to throw himself over the boards to get to her Thomas is grabbing the back of his jersey, pulling him towards center ice so they can line up for the national anthem. 

“Chill your shit, lover boy! You can make up with your woman later, we’ve got a game to win!”

George spares Y/N one last look before he follows behind Thomas, slipping into a state of complete and utter focus. Because with his girl in the stands, wearing their last name, winning is the only option. 

-

George has never hated all the bullshit that comes with being a professional athlete more than he does right now. Usually he doesn’t mind all the media and the post game discussions, but knowing that Y/N is somewhere in this arena waiting for him makes George want to crawl out of his skin to get to her. 

Luckily, after what feels like an eternity he’s storming out of the locker room, his dress shirt barely buttoned up and soaking wet from his hair that he didn’t take the time to dry. He doesn’t care that he probably looks like a crazed animal, all he cares about is getting to her. Which is why he doesn’t realize how familiar the voice that’s calling his name is, and he doesn’t notice the person running full speed at him is Y/N until she’s practically right there in front of him.

He barely has time to drop the hockey bag slung over his shoulder and open his arms before Y/N is barrelling into him so hard it takes all of his strength and balance to keep them upright. Her face presses into the juncture of his neck while her arms twine around it, and George immediately wraps his own around her middle. He grips her tightly as Y/N hooks her legs around his hips, letting her warmth seep into his chest. 

“Baby,” he murmurs, nose pressed to her hair as he takes a deep breath in. His knees start to quiver from how good she smells, and George squeezes her even tighter. “You’re here, I can’t believe it.”

Y/N pulls away so she can look at George, the huge smile on her face reflected back at her on his. “How could I not be? Not after you asked me to come back home on national television.”

George chuckles, his cheeks flushing. “So you did see that, huh? When I didn’t hear from you afterwards I thought maybe you missed it. Or you saw it and it didn’t change anything for you.”

“I did see it, and it didn’t change anything for me.” The look that takes over George’s face makes her stomach sink, and Y/N twists her fingers in the damp hair at the back of his head. “Because I was already planning on coming back home to you, George. George Weasley I have loved you since I was six years old and you let me drag you down to the ice every time I stumbled and fell down. Even the time we spent apart did nothing to squash how much I love you. The whole reason I agreed to be your fake fiancé is because I hoped this could be our second chance at a future together. And the second I walked out of that door I wanted to turn around and run right back to you. I let you get away from me once and I’ll be damned if I make the same mistake twice.”

“Baby,” George breathes, tipping his head down so their foreheads are pressed together. “I am “so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you that night about what Coach and I talked about. I was scared that I was running out of time, and you’d be back on a plane to Washington before I could tell you the truth. I love you, Y/N, and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too.”

She squeals as George suddenly spins them in a circle, not stopping until her back is pressed against the wall and she’s pinned beneath him. George leans in, just barely letting their lips touch. 

“Say it again.”

Y/N grins. “I love you, George.”

Finally George leans in and kisses her, their mouths fitting together so perfectly it’s as if they were made to match. Some of his teammates have started to filter out, but neither of them cares about the whoops and hollers that start to surround them. George’s kiss is possessive and claiming, and Y/N finds herself whining as he breaks them apart. 

“We better head down to the courthouse tomorrow,” George murmurs, earning him a shocked giggle. 

“And why is that?”

“Well according to that jersey you’re wearing, you’re Mrs. Weasley,” George teases, nudging their noses together. “And I’m done with all of the faking and the lies, aren’t you?”

Y/N nods, sighing in relief when George kisses her again. “Yeah, I am.”

[farfromstrange]

Hi I just read your fic where reader and matt are having sexy time and reader goes under the desk, and I was wondering what if you made a part 2 in which reader is at work and maybe foggy or Karen comes to visit, and matt is hiding under reader's desk and goes down on her

Hi, nonnie! Thank you so much for your request! I'm glad you liked the first part enough to think of another scenario of that kind, so... I whipped this little gem up for you and I hope you like it :)

Cruel Revenge | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: After going down on Matt at work the other day while Foggy was in the room, he decides to return the favor.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral f!receiving, orgasm control (?), slight Dom!Matt, praise kink, marking kink, breeding kink, exhibitionism, poor Foggy and Karen I’m sorry

18+ directly under the cut!

It’s cruel revenge. 

His lips suction around your clit and suck gently, enough to make you squirm but not enough to make you combust. Every so often, his tongue will lick leisurely through your folds, parting them expertly, and he makes sure to use his thumb to stimulate your clit in all the places you need him to.

He knows every last nerve ending on your body and how to make you jolt, whine and scream for him. He knows how to make you come, and yet he continues touching you oh so slowly to the point the orgasm is hiding in the pit of your stomach, just waiting for the moment he will pick up the pace, and then you are sure that you will coat his face in your cum the same way he so often does. 

You wouldn’t mind if the setting was different. In fact, you would have encouraged him to keep edging you until your voice is hoarse, but Matt Murdock, the proud little shit that he is, decided to play with you today. 

You suppose it’s fair after sliding under the desk when Foggy and Karen came back early from their lunch break and sucked him off under his table as he tried to talk to his best friend about something legal – you don’t even remember. You remember the taste of his cum and the feeling of his rock-hard cock on your tongue, and you want nothing more than to moan. 

It’s fair that he’s licking your pussy so agonizingly slow, you can see stars but not the finish line, but he still manages to make you want to scream his name in ecstasy like he always does. It’s fair and at the same time, it’s cruel revenge he has bestowed upon you. 

You got lunch together. Lunch, that is all you wanted to do. You weren’t even planning on having sex, not like the time you came to him, and yet Matt had you cornered in a matter of a second, pushing you against the wall and swallowing your needy moans with his lips. 

But fucking you wasn’t on his agenda. You only noticed what he was doing when the door to the main room opened and you could hear Foggy��s and Karen’s voices asking for you, and Matt slid under your desk with a proud smirk, his glasses now discarded somewhere his friends wouldn’t be able to see, and he went to work right when the door opened. 

Your eyes begged him not to; he knew exactly what kind of look you were giving him, but he still acted oblivious and as blind as he is, and then he dove right between your legs to cover your sweet cunt whole with his mouth. 

Their voices blur together when they start talking about dinner plans and birthday surprises; if it weren’t for Matt between your legs, you would surely try finding a solution for his birthday together, but you’re too busy focusing on the rough surface of his tongue and the goosebumps he sends hurdling across every crevice of your skin. 

Keeping surprises from him is futile anyway because he always knows what you’re planning, you only play along for the pretense. 

“Okay, hear me out,” Foggy says, “Daredevil cake.”

Matt sucks a little harder on your clit and you grab the edge of the desk with a loud gasp. 

“What? Not good?”

You swallow a moan. “No, no, that’s–” His tongue is teasing your hole now. “That is a good idea, but maybe not– not a Daredevil cake.”

“Why not?” asks Foggy. 

“Because it’s gonna–” Another moan threatens to escape your throat as you pull at your hair. “It’s gonna make people suspicious,” you manage to choke out. 

Karen frowns. “Are you feeling alright?” she asks. 

“Yeah, fine. Just… feeling a bit under the weather. Lots of work. No rest. You know how it is.”

They start bickering about workload again, and Matt takes that as a sign to speed up. At this point, sweat must be dripping down your forehead, maybe even down your back and into your pores. You are so wet, you’re scared his lips might start making noise now. You can feel his beard scratching the inside of your sensitive thighs, his fingers leaving their marks as he grabs them to spread them further apart. Instead of letting him though, you trap him between your legs. Not sure whether to push him away or grind against his face, you try to at least control his gentle assault on your pussy, and his speed slows down a little before you can come with your friends right in front of you. 

You find your eyes closing at the pleasure building up in your core, strumming the tight coil in your stomach like a guitar, and it spreads right to your cunt. 

Foggy calls your name and you open your eyes again, blinking away the haze. Your heart rate picks up and Matt dares to smirk against your slick folds. His tongue parts them again, circling your clit, and you are about ready to smack his head. 

“You look… tired,” he remarks. “Are you sure we’re not imposing?”

This is your window, you think. If you can get them out fast enough, you can focus on Matt’s tongue and then curse him to hell after. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of making you come, but the thrill of being seen like this sends shivers down your spine, and it only adds to the pooling wetness between your clenched thighs around his head.

You want to tangle your hands in his hair, ride his face and make him yours all over. You want him at your mercy as you use him for your pleasure, but he is in control today, you know that. This is revenge, this is punishment and if you fight it, you will only get punished more – but maybe that is exactly what you want. Getting bent over the desk and pounded like a wild animal, his cock deep inside you as he fills you up with his seed until you’re dripping and all he can smell is him on you, and you can feel him so deep, you feel like you’re about to burst, and then you come over and over and over and–

“I have a work call,” you say, your voice a little too high and too loud. It’s suspicious, but it can be blamed on a lack of sleep because it has happened before, and Matt has not been between your legs then. “In f–” You are about to curse, but you pull it together, “five minutes,” you tell them. “Very soon. I, uh, have to get ready f– for that. And then I’ll see about Matt’s–” You so very hope you didn’t just moan his name. “Matt’s gift, I promise.” 

Foggy and Karen share a look and nod. “Sounds good,” she says. 

He agrees. 

Finally, you think, they bid their goodbyes and head out, still talking to each other as if your behavior hasn’t just been out-of-this-world weird, and when all doors finally fall shut, you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan.

It’s almost as if Matt planned the exact second the two left your office for him to pick up speed and apply more pressure to your clit, his lips sucking mercilessly now as he alternates between sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue into your tight, velvety walls until you’re crying and shaking above him. 

The office is empty except for you two, and it allows you to be as loud as you want. Your hand tangles in his hair, your hips rocking at a steady rhythm against his face. Over and over again he licks and sucks and licks and sucks, and when he thrusts his tongue inside of you again while using his thumb to play with your nerves, the other hand squeezing your breast through your blouse, your walls clench and the coil tightens to an agonizing point. 

But he hasn’t permitted you yet. You should disobey him and come right then and there, show him that he can’t just do that to you, but you did the same thing to him a few days ago, so the cruel revenge is fair. It is fair, but you don’t find it fair, so your body is trying to let go while your mind wills it not to. But you need to come oh so desperately, all of your muscles are tense. 

“Fucking hell, Matthew!” you cry out. “God! Just… fuck!”

He chuckles, releasing your clit only for a moment to say, “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, come on my tongue.” And it’s all it takes for you to clench around his tongue once more as he dives back down, and with a few more heavy sucks to your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs tighten around his neck, and you come hard on his tongue.

He grunts. “So fucking good,” he says, his voice still muffled through your heat. 

If he could have a sip of you every day, he would. 

You zone out until he’s kneeling straight before you, his head close to yours. Your lashes flutter as you stare down at him. “Hi,” you whisper. 

Matt smirks. “Hi.”

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

“Rude.”

“Powerful?”

“Mean.”

“Hot as fuck?”

“Cruel revenge,” you finish, your finger coming to rest on his wet lips to shut him up.

He only chuckles and pulls you down into a kiss. “Is there a work call?” he asks. 

You shake your head. 

“So, you still have time?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I still have time.”

His smirk widens as his fingers begin to stroke your thighs again. “What do you say?”

He’s already halfway down your body again, ready to devour you all over again, and the horny voice in your head responds before you can think, “I’m all yours, Matthew.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says. “Good girl.”

And as he goes down on you again, you let all the moans and whimpers loose you swallowed before. He eats you out like a man starved until you come two more times, and even then, he isn’t satisfied. 

He will most likely continue fucking you into the desk until you have exerted your lunch break and Foggy is going to wonder where he is, but at least he will leave you stuffed to the brim with his cum. 

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BARGING IN WITH MORE SONG THOUGHTS, EXCEPT I EXPLAIN WHY WITH EVERY LYRIC THAT FITS

Losing face by wilbur soot fits bodyguard enid when she realizes that wednesday actually has -had tbh, enid just doesn't know that- something with joel >:)

Oh, let it be said, my dear I was gonna wait for you So this is not an act of spite It's a visceral coming-to

reference to how long enid has been longing and when she sees them, she realizes that she literally wasted years doing this because in the end even if there was a slim chance that wednesday and her could've been something; that possibility has already left

Tonight, I'm fucking drunk So it's all gonna be about me Take a seat, pull up a chair Give me one beat to fill my glass I've lost a piece of me in you

possible relapse to enid getting back into drinking?! most likely. It doesn't help, it never does but if Enid can excuse the burn from her throat to be alcohol instead of the choking sob that wishes to escape then she'll take it

Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more?

enid generally wondering just what is she doing wrong. was she too happy? most likely. Is he richer? was money the issue? maybe the social class is too grand, maybe Enid could've never stood in equal footing in the first place. She's just desperately grasping at straws and trying to understand

Can he break me? Can he break you? Oh, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fuckin' do

enid wondering what can she even do with this information. Sure, there's the protectiveness of hoping that he's a good match but what about her? What about Enid? Wednesday most likely already has a man and Enid is left the same as always, stagnant and wishing to drown.

She knows that when this trial ends and she doesn't get the job, she wouldn't learn a damn thing. All she got out of it is meaningless cash and a reminder that some things aren't meant to be

I've seen him I've been him I've felt the same way But now I break against the dirt

reference to in the 2nd chap where its shown that joel clearly has obvious feelings. She sees how he lights up when Wednesday even glances at him and it hurts, because she's the same. Its like looking at a mirror and Enid hasn't looked at mirrors in forever. Its bitter and never has she ever wanted to deck something as hard as then.

I've lost all meaning I've lost my sense of hope I've seen him going out with you I've seen what he can do

Here's the thing, Enid is a professional. She has taken up being a bodyguard because it means she can protect and Joel? He protects well. He's practically perfect! and Enid can't hate him, no matter how hard she wants too. He's a good guy and it makes the churning of distaste in her stomach all the more suffocating because he's so obviously the better choice.

I don't care, I want you here As long as you're happy, I don't care

Enid is selfish, she's needy and she craves for a person that isn't hers in the first place. But as she downs that last drink, she'll close her eyes and remember that in the end, that doesn't matter. What she feels doesn't matter because even if she's jealous, even if she wishes to be by her side-

It doesn't matter, not when Wednesday is happy and that's all Enid has ever wanted.

To see the woman she loves happy even if she isn't the cause.

anyways, tell me if you want more of these bc i like doing this >:)

[riikive]

A GLASS OF A FIRST BREAKUP ⌕ 휴닝카이

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pairing. best friend!huening kai x fem!oc | genres. best friends to lovers, angst, slice of life, soft, fluffy, romance, etc. | warnings. first breakup, yeonjun has a younger sister, punching, physical fight, sassy kai, negative kai,etc. | word count. 2.9k

note. I think this is my first long oneshot! I hope you like it! I apologize if this isn't accurate. I never been in a relationship before or have a relationship breakup. But I did have a friendship breakup before, but it is way different from a relationship one. I listened to Jungkook's new album song, Shot Glass of Tears while finishing this oneshot! This oneshot was supposed to be different from this version.

Hana was sitting at her desk as she read her message that was unread. She bit the tip pf her thumbnail. It has been 2-4 weeks since her boyfriend didn't answer her text. She didn't want to be needy or clingy. But 2-4 weeks? Her boyfriend never leaves her unread for more than 24 hours. So why isn't he answering her text? He can give her an excuse or whatever. Just answer the text. It was just a simple 'Do you want to go on a date with me' type of text. Nothing else. He could've just texted her no that he was busy or something.

But no, he just didn't answer her text. Leaving her unread. "He didn't answer you yet?" She jumped slightly before looking away from her phone. Standing next to her was her childhood best friend. She sighed before shaking her head. "Do you want me to beat him up?" Her eyes widened before shaking her head. "Maybe he is busy. Yeah, he is probably busy with university." She tried to convince him and maybe herself too. Her best friend rolled his eyes. "Busy my butt," he muttered as the school bell rang. "What did you say?" She asked as she didn't hear him. He shook his head, giving her a small smile. "Nothing." Before taking his seat next to her. She sighed as she put her phone away.

After school, she walked with her best friend before they departed separate ways. Hana didn't have an academy since it was canceled for a while because of some changes that needed to be made before opening it up and running again. As she entered her apartment after punching in the passcode, she went to her bedroom. She quickly took out her phone. Not a single message from her boyfriend yet. She put her phone on her desk before changing into something casual. Then, she worked on her textbooks and assignments.

rest under cut

Huening Kai looked at the clock on his phone, noticing it was 10:00 p.m. He has been studying non-stop without any breaks. His mother gave him dinner, but he ate while reading his textbooks. After a while, he decided to take a break before continuing his studies, then call it a night. He put down his pencil and stretched while looking at his window, noticing the street lights and the night sky. He grabbed his jacket before exiting his bedroom.

Walking past the kitchen, he went to the front entrance. "Where are you going?" His mother asked. "I'm going to take a walk. Studying for too long." He answered. She nodded. "Alright, don't come home late." He nodded as he finished tying his shoelaces. Then, he went out of his apartment after making sure he had everything.

Walking down the streets, he saw someone familiar kissing someone. He walked a little closer, his jaw clenched and also his fist. Wanting to punch the person so badly, and so that's what he did. Punched the person so hard like he had been waiting to do for years. The person slowly looked at Kai with anger in their eyes. "What was that for?!"

"That was for cheating on her." Kai punched him again but even harder. "This is for hurting her and making her feel like a useless girlfriend." The person touched the bruises as they looked at him. "Oh, you are Hana's best friend?" He was even more boiled mad. "So what about it? You are the one who cheated. Shouldn't you regret it?" Her boyfriend shrugged. "Not really, to be honest. She is just another toy." Without a second, he threw another punch.

"She isn't a toy or doll. She has feelings, too." Huening clenched his fist and his jaw. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes. "I do look like I care?" Another punch landed on his face. The boyfriend glared at him. "Why do you keep on punching me?!" Kai grabbed her boyfriend by the shirt and pulled him closer. "Don't you ever talk to her again, or I will punch you even harder than I did today," he warned the boyfriend.

Her boyfriend smirked, "I am still her boyfriend, so I can still talk to her." Kai clenched his fist. "You won't be her boyfriend for any longer." Before walking away from the man. He sighed and frustrated. Ruffled his hair, noticing a few raindrops landing on his hand before pouring. He looked up at the sky before running to Hana's apartment.

Hana was busy working on her art project when suddenly she jumped from the sound of someone knocking on her window. She was hesitant to check who it was, but she decided to check. Standing up, she put her towel on her chair before walking towards the window. Opening the curtains, she saw Huening Kai. Her eyes widened before quickly opening the window. "What are you doing here at night in the rain!? You are soaking wet!" She saw his knuckles were kind of red. "Why are your knuckles red?!" Kai quickly hugged her. "So many questions," he muttered as he exhaled her shampoo. "Did you take a shower?"

"Yeah, I did when I took a break," she answered while hugging him back. He hummed in response. After they broke the hug, she moved out of the way to give him some room to enter. Before she could go to her bathroom, he quickly back-hugged her. "Kai, I need to get you a towel and new clothes." He shook his head and snuggled into her shoulder. "Can we stay like this for a while?" She sighed and let him hold her tightly.

After a moment of silence. "Is there something wrong?" She asked. He shook his head. "Nothing…it's just I miss you." She chuckled. "We just saw each other at school today." He spun her around. "Can't I miss my best friend?" She shook her head. "You can." Before she was snuggled into a hug again. "You know, you can tell me what is wrong." "It's nothing."

After a while, Hana went to her bathroom and grabbed a towel before getting some clothes from her older brother. She came back to her bedroom to see Kai looking at her photo with her boyfriend, looking so happy. Closing the door, she walked up next to him. "I could be a better boyfriend than him," he said out of the blue. She looked at him in confusion. "Kai, what do you mean?" He turned to her and smiled. "You look so cute." Pinching her cheeks before taking the towel and clothes from her hands, then went to her bathroom.

"What is wrong with him?" She asked as she heard the shower turning on. Working on her assignments, she heard a knock on the door, revealing her brother. Turning around, she looked at her brother. "What is the matter?" She asked. "Is Kai taking a shower?" She nodded. "Tell him he will be sleeping over tonight since it looks like it will be raining hard tonight." "Alright."

She was about to work on her assignments again, and her brother was about to leave. "Oh, your boyfriend is looking for you downstairs outside the entrance," he told her before walking away. "Thank you, Yeonjun!" Before she got up from her chair and went downstairs to her entrance. She opened the door and indeed standing there was her boyfriend. She smiled. "Hey, long time no talk or see." Her boyfriend (fake) smiled. "Hey."

"What's up?" She asked. Her boyfriend pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back, smelling a female perfume. "Why do you smell like perfume?" She asked. "Oh, it was from my sister who wanted to put it on me to see if it smelled good or something," he answered. She hummed in response, not knowing he lied. They broke the hug. "What are you doing here? You could've texted me," she asked him.

"Can't I see my girlfriend?" She smiled before shaking her head. "You－" "You can't see your girlfriend." Revealing Kai who had wet hair and new clothes on. "What is he doing here?" Her boyfriend asked. "He's my childhood best friend. Is he not allowed to be here?" Her best friend snuck his arm around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and glaring at the boyfriend. "Yeah, am I not allowed to be here? We are just friends."

Her boyfriend clenched his fist behind his back. "No, he is allowed to be there. I just don't expect to see him." He gave him a small smile. Hana furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay…" Her boyfriend took out a small box behind his back. Her eyes widened. "What is this?" She looked at the box. "I'm sorry for not responding to you lately. I want to give you a surprise." He opened the box, revealing a beautiful white dove necklace. "I know you love white doves, so this is for you."

"Thank you!" She quickly hugged her boyfriend. He helped her put it on. She smiled while looking at the necklace. "I love it." He smiled, "I am glad." They looked at each other for a while. "Oh, well, I got to go before my brother yells at me," she broke the eye contact with a blush peaking out. "Oh yeah, take care." Hana waved him goodbye while Kai used his hand to do the 'you're dead' movement.

She turned around facing Kai after she closed the door. "What is wrong with you? Do you and Hajoon have beef or something?" She asked with confusion. "Maybe," he shrugged before walking away. She sighed in confusion before walking back to her bedroom.

It has been two weeks since that incident. It was the holiday break, and Hana was now walking down the streets with a bag of clothes that she brought. She was so happy and excited to wear them. "Yeonjun, where else do you want to go?" She asked with excitement. Her brother smiled. "Anywhere you want." She smiled. "Okay!" It has been a while since she went shopping with her older brother. Ever since her brother went to college, he was barely home, so she couldn't go shopping with him during the weekends like she used to when he was around.

As they were browsing around a clothing store, Hana saw someone familiar. She decided to take a look as Yeonjun was busy looking around the store. She left his side and went to the window. After clearly seeing the person, it was her boyfriend with another girl holding hands. The girl doesn't look like his older sister. The girl kissed her boyfriend's cheeks. They looked happy together. Tears started to fall as she quickly hid from him when he turned around facing the store. "Who are you looking for?" The girl asked him. Her boyfriend turned around to the girl. "It must be the window or something," he said before grabbing her hand again. They walked away from the store.

Hana's heart aches just by seeing that. Tears were falling like a waterfall. She ran to her brother, tugging his shirt as he was busy looking at clothes. "Can we go home?" Her voice cracked. "Why?" Yeonjun turned to her, seeing his sister crying, his heart breaking at the sight. His anger was starting to form. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?" He asked with anger and worry in his eyes.

"I-It's nothing… I just want to go home," she said, wiping her tears. He nodded and didn't push her even further. He brought some of the clothes he had in his hands before they walked out of the store. They were walking to her brother's car when she saw her boyfriend and the girl. She quickly tried to hide her. Yeonjun was confused, looking at her. "What's wrong?" He then looked at what she was looking at and saw her boyfriend with another girl. He glared at the boyfriend, biting the gum near his cheeks. Before turning to Hana, his eyes softened. He quickly took off his hat and put it on her head before pulling closer to him as they walked away from the cheater.

The boyfriend looked up and saw Yeonjun with Hana. His eyes widened before letting go of the girl. The girl was confused as she watched him running to a female and a male. "Wait, Hana! It's not what you think!" Her brother stopped, making her stop. He turned around facing the boyfriend. "What do you mean it's not what you think!?" He gritted his teeth in anger. "You clearly cheated on my sister!" "No, I didn't－Hana please listen to me," he pleaded, trying to grab her jacket.

Yeonjun harshly pushed him away from him. "Don't touch you cheater," before walking with his sister. For the home, Hana cried in silence. He glanced at her once he was at a red light, ruffling her hair. Comforting her in silence before continuing to drive home.

For the next few days, Hana didn't talk to anyone at all. She has millions of missed calls and messages that were unread from Kai and her now-called ex-boyfriend. She broke up with her ex-boyfriend on a call. Well, Yeonjun did most of the talking. Standing up, she walked up to her nightstand, carefully took the photo frame into her hand, and looked at it. It was a photo of her and her ex at an amusement park for their 4th dating anniversary.

Tears fell unknowingly as she stared at the photo. Both her heart and head started to ache in pain. She felt so dizzy from the pain and couldn't stand any longer. Without a second, she was about to clasp onto the floor until she felt an arm on her back. "Hana! Hana!"

Waking up, she noticed she was on a hospital bed. "Hana!" Looking to her right, she saw Kai next to her gently taking her hand into his like she was made out of glass. "How are you feeling?" She opened her mouth, but no words came out. He noticed it and gently smiled. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. You have been out since two days ago." Tears started to form once again. His eyes widened and quickly hugged her. Gently rubbed her back. "It will be okay, I know it hurts so much. I will be here for you throughout your recovery." He comforted her as tears fell from seeing her like this. He doesn't want her to face this ever.

For the next few months, he has been there with her. He never ever left her alone. Helping her throughout her breakup. She was sitting in her bedroom. All of her photos and things that her ex brought or took with her were thrown away. They were replaced with her childhood things and photos that she has. She heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" She shouted. Kai came in with a smile on his face. She shook her head. "Wipe that smile off your face. What do you want?"

"I got something for you," he said with excitement. Pulling out the item behind him. She smiled, looking at the item in her hands. "What is this?" She asked. Kai sat down next to her and opened the box. It has a beautiful silver ring inside. "I know you broke up a few months ago…I have had feelings for you for a long time now." She looked him in the eyes. "I don't know…"

Kai carefully took her hands into his after putting down the box. "I know… it will be hard, but I will be a better boyfriend. I will treat you better than he can. I could do sh*t that he never did. We don't have to rush. We can take it slow." Hana saw sincerity in his eyes as he said those words. "I won't force you if you don't－." "Okay," she interpreted him. He looked at her like she was the beautiful moon in the night sky. "Really?" She nodded. "Let's do it. Just take it easy, okay?"

"Yes, of course!" He smiled, giving a big hug. Looking at her in the eyes. "Did you know you have the prettiest eyes?" Hana's cheeks quickly turned pink. She quickly covered her face. "No, no, let me see your smile and eyes." He carefully pulled her hands away from her face before looking at her in the eyes. "May I kiss your cheeks?" She nodded, and he quickly kissed both of her cheeks before hugging her. "I love you, I promise to take care of you and give you what you deserve. You won't regret it," he suddenly said. She smiled. He broke the hug, looking at the ring. "May I?" He asked. She looked at the ring before giving him a nod.

Carefully took her right hand and slipped it on her ring finger. Then he gently kissed the top of the ring. She started to giggle. "That tickles." He looked at her with adoration before giving her another kiss on the cheeks. "You are so adorable." "No, I am not." "Yes, you are." Kai started to tickle her while she laughed so hard. Then they both cuddled together in bed.

"Ahem." Both of them looked at Yeonjun, who was at the bedroom entrance. "Can I join? That looks so comfy." Hana looked at Kai. "Don't worry, I know you guys are going to date because Kai asked for permission from me and asked for help picking out a promise ring," he told her. She looked at Kai. "Did you really do that?" He nodded. "Yes, I did." Then she thought for a moment before patting the empty spot next to her. "Come here, Yeonjun." He gladly took the spot and hugged her. Then, slowly, all three of them fell asleep in each other's warmth.

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

How about you Ren? Do you and Ink still share a special moment together? Or have you had more fun playing with her?

Ren was looking to the anon when hearing the question but he didn't say anything with arms over his chest when one hand reaches to push his glasses up.

"Really? It seems you anons are asking weird questions again. But sorry, I don't wish to share anything I do with Ink in private." Ren said but he already knew they had private moments.

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Ren was in his own room but everything was dark while he was leaving soft kisses against Ink's naked form. He had her trapped against his bedroom wall while sitting on the bed. He could feel her squirming, gripping the sheets as he was touching and caressing her delicate form. Even if she was a strong spirited girl, she still always amused him. She was still trapped but he even leaves a bite against her ear hearing her hiss.

"Easy my dragon. Just relax..We are just beginning this and your growing wet under me. Are you that excited to play?" He whispered against her breasts but Ink blushes worse when feeling him give soft kisses to her. Ink only kisses him back but she twitched feeling him rubbing in between her legs as she was already wet excited from this. The kiss was gentle only for him to deepen the kiss while pushing his tongue past her lips. She twitched but moans against it when he was rubbing the clit.

She breaks the kiss right away moaning out in heated gasps from the tough. "N..Not there..d..don't rub it..." she begs but he only sits up to look at her but slowly smiled.

"What? I can't rub this naughty nub of yours...even when I give such slow..." He lowers his fingers down her stomach, "Delicate.." he slips his fingers in between her legs, "Strokes?" he said rubbing the clit making her gasp trapping his wrist but he keeps rubbing it as she was shaking and moaning.

"R..ren..r..ren please d..don't......" she begs him only to feel him just rub with his fingers sliding up and down feeling she grew wetter. He pulls her closer against his naked chest, looking at her as she was feeling her hands shaking as they rest on his chest. Her kissable lips parted while bucking her lips against his hand.

"Ahhhh hnnnn nmmmmmm.....R..ren...Ren I...."

"You look so beautiful like this. So cute...so adorable...so tempting..." He complimented that she blushes worse looking away. "I want to touch every inch of your body. To have you shake and whimper under me before we get started while I claim what is rightfully mine." He means that with one hand touching her cheek even if Ink was flushed pink, her grey eyes looks to Ren when he lowers to kiss her cheek again.

"Though, you seem to be a weak mess and so needy already. You naughty little thing...so cute. I can't wait to eat you up. Would you like that or.." He even hears her gasp when he was holding her cheek to kiss in between her neck and shoulders. Feeling his fingers running through her black hair as she was shivering excited.

"Mmmmmmmmm........."

"Or maybe..I should be as rough as possible so your screaming my name to the heavens.......would that be nice?" he teased but Ink was shaking even if he was still moving his fingers trying to make her drip on the sheets of his bed. She couldn't stop her moans from slipping out before she yelps feeling Ren squeezing her breast now.

"Ahhhh R..ren......."

"Shhhhh, I know and don't worry..I'll be sure you love this because we are going to be going at it for a long while my blue dragon. Your mine..." He traps her but she blushed worse to look at him in a weak shaking expression even if she whines wet.

"And I will be sure to prove that."

~~~~~~~~~

"But yes, again, this is private so I'm not saying a single word to you anon."

[fluorescentadolescent1]

Hey do u think u could do a fezco x reader where it’s kinda funny where they r dating and it’s when Faye stays with them I see a lot of hate for her I think she’s hilarious so maybe y/n and Faye become a chaotic duo and get close and stuff maybe fez gets all cute and jealous she’s spending all this time with Faye just a lot of fluff please ( if your even doing requests😂)

NEEDY

FEZCOXREADER SMUT!

TW: jealous!fezco ,penetration, dirty talk, afab character, mentions of drugs, mentions of nat* ja*obs.

a/n: I mixed this request fluff and another one that was smut so I hope it didn't bother you! Requests are still open so feel welcome to submit them ♡.

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you meet fezco thanks to rue two years ago, even though you finished high school, rue still came over to your house to hang out and get high without her mom seeing her. Once you had to go to fezco's house to supply rue's need for drugs and the rest is history.

Fezco decided to break the only rule that his grandmother had for you, because he knew the bad things about people and the world, but you made him discover a good side that attracted him even if he wanted to ignore it.

Rue didn't really believe in love, not until she met Jules, but when she saw them interact as if they'd known each other since they were young, it always made her yearn to meet something like that.

you and fezco were dating like one year to be exact, thanks to ashtray who was sick of seeing you loving each other in silence.

With all the shit that happened in new years, fezco wanted you to stay in his house since it was more protected there than in yours. And to be honest, you did felt safer sleeping under the same roof as ashtray.

[21:32]

You had already finished dinner, the boys were checking the security system while you were drying the dishes. you were murmuring a song until you felt arms around your waist and kisses on your sweet spot making you laugh

" Enough, I have to finish drying the dishes"  you said as you put the dishes back to prevent them from falling.

'C'mon ma, we could do something more fun than drying dishes" said fezco pressing  his notorious bulge on your butt.

you turned your face to start a deep and horny kiss, your sex life with fezco was quite active.

you felt fezco's hands run over your body until his cell phone began to ring notifying an incoming call.

"Shit ma, I have to take this call, but wait for me in the room and we'll get back to this" You nodded your head, knowing that business was always something important to Fez since that's what they lived on. Before answering, he patted you on the butt as you passed by.

you decided to light a blunt that fez kept on his nightstand while you waited for him in just your underwear and a fez's shirt that was quite big on you. The minutes passed until half an hour so you decided to go out looking for him, without mouse being a threat, you knew that there should be no one in the house other than the three of you.

" Ash, have you seen fez?" you asked the boy who was drinking a glass of water in the kitchen.

" Something happened, remember the idiot who broke his nose? he needed a favor so Fez had to go." you couldn't feel a bit uneasy knowing that something happened but you knew it couldn't be anything important if fez decided to leave ash in the house.

" ok little boy, go to sleep now, good night" you laughed when you dodged the slap that ash wanted to give you, you loved the relationship you had with ash because he trusted you and you trusted him.

You didn't know how long fez was going to take so you decided to turn off the blunt that you had forgotten on the nightstand and without realizing it you fell asleep.

[09:12]

curious fingers caressed the curves of your body, you sighed content knowing that fez was safe and sound in bed with you, spooning.

" good morning ma, I let you sleep a while longer because I assumed you were tired since when I came back you were dead sleep"  he said leaving a few kisses on your neck, you turned to see him and smiled when you heard the sound of sleep that followed in his voice making it more deep and slow.

" morning baby, Ash told me something happened, is everything okay?" you asked as you snuggled your head into his neck, leaving a few kisses making Fez groan.

" Yeah ma don't worry about it" fez always tried to leave you out of his business, but it was clear that it was nothing serious since he was so calm.

" What do you think if I finish what I started yesterday"

you nodded while you left a kiss on the lips of fez while he laid you on the bed staying on top of you without supporting all his weight, "so beautiful ma, love to see you in my clothes"

Fez began to raise the shirt while leaving kisses all over your torso that burned your skin making you want more. when he got to your underwear area, he maintained eye contact as he lowered your underware down your legs while kissing the inside of your thighs. You opened your legs to give him more space, Fez squeezed your thighs leaving your legs on his shoulders, he gave her a soft kiss on your clitoris just applying pressure which made you whimper from the lack of stimulation. And before Fez could get to his favorite part, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"what the fuck? " Fez threw your underwear at you before opening the door a crack, finding an annoyed Ash.

"Yo,you promised me you were going to control the junkie bitch" Fez shut Ash up before you heard him because he hadn't told you yet.

"ash relax man, it will be for a short time and then it will be gone. Now shut up and chill because y/n doesn't know about this shit." now that caught your attention, it was rare that fezco didn't tell you something so you, alredy dressed, approached to get involved in the conversation.

" I don't know about what?"  ash stared at fez waiting for his answer but a noise in the kitchen interrupted him. "what the fuck was that?"

before fez and ash can stop you you had already gone to the kitchen, meeting a person you met at the new years exchange. Faye, who broke a cup and was wearing clothes you usually wouldn't wear around Ash.

" Hi y/n I am so happy to know that we are going to be rommies,Well, I sleep on the sofa but it's almost the same." Faye said slowly as she hugged you, it was obvious that she was under the influence of her heroin addiction.

and you felt so bad for not being able to return happiness, "Hi Faye, how about you put the pieces of the cup together before someone gets hurt and me while I take a bath?" you said and she nodded, bending down to clean up the mess as her short skirt hiked up, revealing her butt. You turned around and you could already understand why Ash was looking at Fez with a dead stare.

" help her not to hurt herself and make sure she doesn't do anything else " you whispered to ash to which he complained but started to help faye. You looked at fezco who was waiting for an answer. "Bathroom, now."

you were stomping your way to the bathroom, fez following her quickly wondering why his grandmother didn't advise him on how to deal with his angry girlfriend. you entered the bathroom and you slammed the door shut.

" what the hell were you thinking of bringing faye here? It's like leaving a child alone in a candy store, you trust him but you know he's going to be tempted to eat the candy" you whispers screaming to fez "plus, we both know she's not the most appropriately dressed person. And I'm not shaming her for dressing freely, she can go naked if she wants but it's not the most appropriate thing for ash"

Fez blinked at you, and a lopsided smile began to form on his face and you wanted to erase it from his face.

" My friend needed to hide her from the police, and you know if they catch her they're going to catch him and fuck the deal with Laurie because she might distrust us. " fez tries to explain everything calmly but even so the cocky tone of his voice did not go away  "and are you sure this is about ash or are you jealous? Ma, you know I only have eyes for you, you are my wifey and nobody can compete with that, less a weird looking junkie like faye"

fez approached her hugging her waist trying to kiss her but she wasn't ready to drop the subjec, "C'mon ma, I know you're going to have fun being with Faye, you're always complaining that you never have anyone to talk your girl stuff to."

he was right but you weren't going to admit that, you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes, "Maybe so, but if Ash throws a tantrum you intercede" you said giving him a kiss on the cheek leaving the bathroom.

To say that Ashtray was so irritated by Faye's presence that he didn't even want to share breakfast with her indicated that the house was going to have a good time without peace.

[...]

a few days passed and Fez was right, having faye to talk nonsense was refreshing, you loved the boys but most of the time they took care of the business and the store, also most of the time faye was under the influence and it was funny to hear her say nonsense, you tried to stop her from consuming so much but she found the time to do it secretly.It was true, you felt a little threatened having to live with faye and a little jealous for fear that she might steal fezco's attention, but she was a good girl with no bad intentions.

" I'm telling you y/n, lip fillers would look great on you, I know a girl who does them for $30 in her house" you laughed at that, if you got to have fills it wouldn't be at someone's house that only charges $30.

"I'll have to think about it faye, I'm afraid of needles" you said as you both watched tv while eating mac and cheese, a moment later the guys came through the door after a long day at work.

" hey guys, dinner is in the pot"

Ash went to the kitchen to prepare his dish while Fez just stared at you, you usually greeted him when he arrived with a kiss but lately you only hung out with Faye. He was glad you helped calm ash down by proving that faye wasn't a bad person, but lately faye was taking his time with you.

" Wait, youre telling me that her husband's brother is the father of her baby because they were having an affair?" Faye said slowly trying to understand the show, which was funny because it was her third time watching it.

"god faye, do we have to watch the show a fifth time for your brain to understand?" you said laughing to which faye rolled her eyes smiling as she threw a cushion at you.

fez couldn't believe how needy he was for you and you didn't even look at him for more than five seconds, "Um, y/n?" he said shyly to which you responded with a slight "yes?" without taking your eyes off the tv.

" can we talk for a second, in the bedroom?"

You noticed his tone a bit down, so you wished Ash and Faye a good night and followed him into the bedroom. Fezco sat on the bed and you closed the door.

"everything is alright?" you asked sitting next to him and fez rolled his eyes, "what?"

"are you seriously asking me that ma? You no longer kiss me hello or go to the store with me, you just spend the day with Faye. " he exclaimed raising his voice a little, and it reminded you of the scene in the bathroom the day faye arrived.

"Well well, you were the one who told me that faye was going to be good news but now you are the one who sounds more jealous than me"  you scoffed while fez rolled his eyes, so you decided to sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his body leaving your ass right on top of his dick.

"sorry baby, i just liked spending time with a girl my age I didn't realize that I was ignoring your needs for my attention." you said leaving kisses on his cheeks, especially in the areas of his freckles making fez sigh.

"you're so hot when you're needy"  fez rolled his eyes and slapped you on the butt after squeezing it.

" now you're just being a brat" He said leaving bites on your neck that will left marks.

you whine into his neck, you were wearing a skirt, the only thing that prevented you from feeling his dick was your underwear.

"do you want me to take care of you baby? " you asked as you hooked your fingers with the waisband of fez's pants, reaching in and patting him over his underwear.

" Damn ma, damn right i want"said fez as he took off your shirt, and you were thankful for being lazy that day and not wearing a bra. fez began to suck on one nipple while stimulating the other with his finger, a heat began to rise through your body.

"Can I ride you fez baby, will you let me make you cum?" you begged as fezco gave attention to the other nipple, he nodded as he raised his hips to let you pull down his pants and underwear.

"C'mon pretty mama, ride me"

fez raised your skirt and pushed your underwear sideways, you were very wet, soaking the inner area of your thighs. "You're this wet and I barely touched you, it seems I wasn't the only one in need"

You rolled your eyes as you lined up your entrance with the tip of Fez's penis, jerking him off a little bit. Fezco kissed you as you started down, feeling how he filled you to the max making you cry on his lips.

you started a swing with your hips with the help of fez who was squeezing your ass, "this little pussy taking me so good uh, come on ma ride that shit"

"Good girl, making me feel so good"

fez's little praise made you pick up the pace, you felt so filled with pleasure so delicious it bordered on pain since the fez dick stretched you out and its head touched your g-spot every time you went down too fast.

the familiar knot in your belly began to feel tighter and tighter, and you felt fezco's dick throb in you.

"Please fez, I want to cum, please,please,please..."

at this point your brain could only process the feeling of fez's dick fucking you so good, fez started making circular motions on your clit while helping you to ride him, planting their feet  on the ground and thrusting inside of you making you raise the volume of your moans.

" my sweet girl your brain is already dead thanks to my dick, shit ma, cum with me now"

and finally, the knot came undone as you felt fez fill you with his cum,you wanted to scream from the pleasure you felt, making you bury  your nails on his shoulders making him groan as he fucked you prolonging your orgasm.

"too much, shit fez, too much"

fez slipped out of you and laid you gently on the bed while he reached for a wipe to wipe off the cum running down your thighs.

You hissed from overstimulation when the wipe brushed against your clitoris.

" Sorry ma, do you need water or do you want me to prepare a bath for you?" You smiled and shook your head "just a shirt please" , Fez give it to you and lay down next to you after putting on his underwear. You took off your skirt and your underwear leaving you only with the shirt.

"love you ma, i hope you always know that" fezco kissed your head and you smiled feeling sleep beginning to take over you.

"I love you more fez"

you almost fell asleep when you heard a light knock on the door, "um i think you guys are done fucking, i just wanted to let you know that ash fell asleep on my couch"

you heard fez complain as he put on more decent clothes, he left a kiss on your head again as he tucked you in, "don't worry ma, I'll take care of it"

no matter how much ash can't stand faye, no matter how much fez hates her that she steals your attention, she already felt like family.