#git clean

[arcadebroke]

[zoranadragonflightrising]

I don't remember the context for these-

[superchlorine]

babygirl there are features i've built that i can't even remember building

[beckiboos]

*Ahhh a nice relaxing bath after a long day...*

*Shit was that the door?*

Calliope- OCCUPIED!

Taliesin- OH! Is this what we are doing now? Should I take my clothes off too?

Calliope- Its a bath? I take off my clothes to bathe Tally

Taliesin- Well at least you got the body for it

So this is what happens when you have bathing mods installed...

[sableeira]

why can’t I be unconditionally happy for once in my goddamn life why do I always have to be cursed with hardware malfunction or data loss a week before any given deadline

[freakalot]

"toji, you're gross." ☆

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.

"go ahead," he says, mewling like a fucking cat at the taste of your releases mixed together. "no one will believe you anyway."

[ofcowardiceandkings]

SIGHS animals expensive

[marsixm]

one more hourrrrrr then i dont have to close tomorrow (its probably gonna be busy as fuck but its less brain power than closing) then im off TWO days in a row 🙏🫶🙏🫶🙏🫶🙏🫶🙏🫶🙏

[mssorceressupreme]

Truth or Dare | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Fred realises his true feelings for you once you are dared to french kiss George during a round of truth or dare. Draco then forces you to kiss him instead, which only results in a brawl. You then take Fred back to the common room and help clean his wounds.

Warnings/tags: violence/fighting, jealous!fred, kissing, non-con touch, Draco being a git (sorry malfoy lovers 😭), cleaning wounds after a fight trope, reader isn't in a specified house here, spicy ending (if u squint)

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The Ravenclaw common room had never seen a gathering quite like this. The enchanted blue flames flickered in the fireplace, casting a radiant glow over the room, which today, was packed with students from all four houses.

Luna had invited everyone over, claiming that a “spontaneous social gathering” would be a great way to pass the time and forget about your studies for a while.

The usual gryffindor group, Cedric and some hufflepuffs, the slytherin trio and Cho, all decided to partake in this gathering.

And so, there you all were, sitting in a large, chaotic circle on the floor, playing a game of truth or dare that had long spiralled out of control.

The rules were simple: if you refused a dare or a truth, you had to take Veritaserum and spill your deepest, darkest secret in front of everyone. No one wanted to risk that.

So far, Harry had been dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room, which led to him—rather sheepishly—kissing Ginny, earning a gag from Ron. But moments later, Ron found himself a stuttering mess when Hermione had been dared to sit on his lap for two rounds, her face burning red while he struggled to keep his cool.

Neville, poor thing, had been forced to recount an embarrassing moment where he tripped down an entire staircase in front of his crush, which turned out alright anyway because they went to Madam Pomfrey together and spent the whole day chatting.

And now, it was your turn.

Draco, who sat beside you, leaned in with a smug grin. “Alright Y/N, let’s make this interesting,” he drawled. “I dare you to French kiss the person sitting across from you.”

You turned your head, your stomach flipping.

And there sat George Weasley, grinning at you like he had already won.

The room erupted into cheers, and George wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Well, Y/N, I won’t say no,” he teased, leaning back on his hands.

Your heart sank a little—not because George was a bad choice, but because you wished it was his twin instead.

Still, rules were rules.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and took slow tentative steps across the large circle, kneeling in front of George. “Alright Georgie, just get it over with,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

George chuckled. “Hey! At least pretend to be excited.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly, before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back easily, bringing a hand to your neck, letting it linger a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away, flustered.

George gave you a grin then winked, and you smiled back. He was one of your closest friends, after all; teasing you came naturally to him.

"Okay that's done!" Flustered, you rose up and hurried back to your spot next to Draco.

"You guys are adorable." Cho, who was sitting on the other side of you, nudged you gently, and you laughed nervously.

Sure, George was handsome, humorous, and kind, but he wasn't Fred. To most people, they were pretty much the same person, two halves of a whole, but to you, it was different. There was something about Fred that you saw differently.

Speaking of Fred, you shot a quick glance in his direction, curious as to his whole reaction regarding the scene that just unfolded.

Fred hadn’t said a word.

He sat stiffly, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he glared at his twin. Something in his chest twisted when he saw George’s smug grin.

But it wasn't entirely George's fault. You see, no one knew of Fred's secret crush on you. Would you call it a crush? Man, feelings were a complicated mystery to Fred, he never bothered going down that lane, it was foreign to him. Best avoid all that sappy stuff, y'know.

Draco, however, was unimpressed. “That was pathetic,” he scoffed, leaning closer to you. “You call that a French kiss? It had to be longer.”

You folded your arms, tilting your head to the side. “You didn’t even say how long.”

Draco smirked. “Fine, then, two minutes. You can do it on me instead. Save you the hassle of walking over there again."

The room let out a collective “ooooh,” and your stomach churned.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Crabbe, Goyle and Dean chanted.

"Wha—I already did the dare!" You countered, raising your hands in defence.

"Hmm now that Draco mentioned it, it was a bit of a short kiss, barely a French kiss, more like a Portuguese kiss." Lee agreed, resting his hand on his chin.

"Portuguese kiss? That's not even a thing you git." Angelina chortled, throwing her head back.

Before you could react, Draco leaned in slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers barely grazed your cheek, but it was enough to make you shift uncomfortably. He patted your head, smiling like he was doing you some kind of favour.

You didn’t like it.

But Draco was your friend, and this was supposed to be fun, so you ignored it. You didn't want to ruin the mood for everyone so you forced yourself to tolerate it.

Fred, however, wasn’t ignoring it.

His hand was clenched into a tight fist in his lap, and his usually mischievous eyes were laced with something entirely different.

Draco leaned in again, wrapping one arm around you. “Come on, then,” he murmured, his smirk widening. “Or do you want the Veritaserum?”

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You didn’t want to kiss him. But you definitely didn’t want to take the serum, either.

Draco took your hesitation as an invitation. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

The crowd cheered again, urging you on.

Draco removed his arm then ruffled your hair slightly, "Don't be a wuss, I'll make it enjoyable for ya."

"Don't be scared Y/N, it's only a kiss!" Seamus encouraged, hoping to make you feel better, but it only made you feel worse.

Only a kiss? You wanted to save french kissing for someone special, not some ridiculous dare.

Draco leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His hand brushed against your arm, he was so close that you could now smell his fresh scent. You leaned back instinctively, smiling awkwardly while brushing your arm.

Everyone was so caught up encouraging the two of you to kiss that no one paid attention to the speed at which Fred stood up from the floor and bolted to Draco, tackling him harshly.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as the two of them crashed onto the floor. Draco barely had time to react before Fred punched him, his face twisted in pure rage. The two of them were now in a brawl, wrestling each other on the ground. It was clear that no one was going easy on each other.

“Keep your hands off her,” Fred snapped, his voice low and furious.

Draco, stunned for only a second, sneered up at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

"Fred! Oi! Stop, it's just a game!" Lee's attempt at stopping Fred with his words was useless.

Fred wasn’t listening. His fists clenched, his breathing heavy as he pinned Draco down, gripping his shirt harshly.

Draco’s smirk returned. “Merlin, are you jealous Weasley?”

Fred loosened his grip, blinking slowly, "I..."

"Called it. Bet you wished it was you getting to french kiss Y/N then. Why don't you let me finish my dare with her so I can show you how it's done eh?" Draco remarked, all too obnoxiously for Fred's liking.

Fred's eyes grew darker, laced with furiousness.

He lunged again, and in a matter of seconds, they were full-on fighting.

Gasps and shouts filled the room as they tumbled, fists flying, knocking over a pile of books and scattering cards from an abandoned wizarding chess game. The flood thudded heavily, as they continued their wrestling.

“Fred! Draco! Stop!” Voices pleaded, but they were drowned out as Fred was blinded by rage. How dare Draco force himself onto you like that?!

No one listened.

You watched them in pure horror as they fought; you joined the others in yelling at them to stop, but none of them listened.

Hermione immediately went to comfort you, placing a comforting hand on your arm and sending you an apologetic look. Was this all because of you? You felt like shit for causing this, bloody hell, you should've just french kissed Draco.

“Merlin’s beard, Fred, stop!” George tried pulling his twin back, but Fred shook him off, shoving him away.

Cedric attempted to pull Draco off Fred, but Draco pushed him aside, scoffing, "Not now Diggory!"

Draco, despite being an arrogant prat, was also a decent fighter, and he managed to shove Fred back, wiping a bit of blood from his lip.

“What the hell?!” you finally yelled, eyes darting from Fred to Draco.

Fred froze.

His furious gaze met yours, his chest rising and falling heavily, as he wiped some blood off his lips.

He swallowed hard. Then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the common room.

You hesitated only a second before running after him.

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You found him on the astronomy tower balcony, leaning against the railing, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

The night air was cold, but Fred’s skin was burning.

You took a deep breath. “Fred—”

“Why don’t you go check on Draco?” he cut in sharply. “Or George. Your boyfriends.”

Your brows furrowed. “They’re not my boyfriends. You're being ridiculous now.”

Fred let out a short, humourless laugh. “Really? You were getting pretty cozy with George back there.”

You sighed. “It was a dare, Fred.”

“Oh, and Draco just happened to be all over you?” He turned to face you, and that’s when you saw it—his bruised lip, the cut on his cheekbone, the faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, I know we're friends but I can handle myself." You assumed he was being protective as a friend, so you attempted comforting him, but failed miserably at doing so.

"Yeah, friends." He pressed his lips together.

You took a step closer wanting to reach up, but Fred’s eyes flickered elsewhere. “Don’t.”

You froze.

“I don’t need you feeling bad for me,” he muttered, turning back to the railing. His grip tightened. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, Fred,” you said softly.

Silence stretched between you. The wind howled through the tower, whipping his hair slightly, but Fred didn’t move.

Your gaze drifted to his hands. His knuckles were raw, bruised from the fight.

Without thinking, you reached out, gently prying one of his fists open. He held his breath, glancing down at you.

Your fingers traced the swelling on his knuckles, your touch featherlight. “We need to clean this up.”

Fred didn’t protest. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, watching you. He released his breath, silently agreeing.

Wordlessly, you pulled his hand in yours, leading him down the spiral staircase, away from the cold, away from the fight, away from everyone else.

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The fire crackled softly in the Gryffindor common room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The common room was empty—everyone was either asleep or still in the Ravenclaw tower, talking about what had happened.

Fred sat on the couch, his arms resting on his knees, his head tilted slightly downward. He hadn’t said much since you dragged him back.

You returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth and knelt in front of him.

“Hold still,” you murmured, gently dabbing at the dried blood on his lip.

Fred flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. He just watched you, his hazel eyes unreadable, though there was a glimmer of something, awe, perhaps. His eyes studied yours, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you focused on cleaning his wounds. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, you were the epitome of beauty in his eyes, a darling angel.

You focused on cleaning him up, biting your lip. The silence between you was begging to be broken, heavy with something left unsaid. But you chose to ignore it, shifting your focus to getting Fred cleaned up. You see, it was the way you were always so caring towards everyone, so kind, always selflessly giving your time away to help those who needed it. That was part of the reason Fred had fallen for you in the first place, your kindness.

Fred exhaled sharply as you pressed on his wound.

"Sorry..." you mutter, but he gently removed your arm, and rested it on his knee.

“I don’t know how to stop this,” he said suddenly.

You paused, looking up at him. “Stop what?”

He let out a cheerless laugh. “This. You. Making me feel like a complete idiot.”

Your heart pace increased. “I—”

“Do you know what it’s like?” His voice was raw, unfiltered, a slight rasp as he spoke softly. “Watching you? Seeing every guy in that room touch you? Kiss you?” He shook his head. “I nearly lost my mind.”

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Never thought I'd admit it, but I’ve wanted you,” his voice low, almost trembling. “For so long, and I—” He broke off, exhaling harshly. “And then tonight, I had to sit there and watch it. Merlin, it drove me so bloody mad.”

Your hands were shaking. Was this it? The Fred you never thought would ever return your feelings, about to spew the words right out?

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, something desperate behind this gaze.

“I hate that you don’t see it,” he muttered.

“See what?” you breathed.

His lips parted, and for a second, he hesitated.

“That I love you.”

Your breath caught, inhaling as you paused.

Fred let out a rough laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Godric, I love you. I don’t just like you, I love you. And it kills me because I know you don’t feel the same way so I just thought I'd keep it to myself but here we are."

Your heartbeat felt as though it was pounding loud enough to wake up the whole dorm.

“You idiot,” you whispered.

Fred blinked. “What?”

“You idiot,” you repeated, your voice shaking. Then, before he could react, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his with all the emotion you've held back, the words you've been dying to say to him.

It was nothing like the kiss with George.

This was everything.

Fred let out a soft, startled sound before his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. His lips moved against yours, desperate, breathless. He kissed you like he had something to prove, like he needed you to know how much he meant it.

And you did.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting up from kneeling and he pulled you onto his lap, now straddling him in the common room, to which you were thankful that no one was around.

A soft moan escaped you, as he sucked on your lower lip, your hands tangled themselves in his fluffy hair, tugging lightly.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Fred let out a quiet, shaky laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “You better.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, and he grinned.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, kissing him again as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled into the kiss, desperately needing a round two with you, his Y/N.

[spread4marvel]

”Real” Man

hiii lovelies!!! so this is my first george weasley x reader story (yes i still write for loki), and i’m rlly excited to get into it soooo yeah send me some requests😚😚

Draco has the audacity to tell your boyfriend that he isn’t a “real man” after a gryffindor victory. George makes sure to vocalise how funny he finds this as he is pleasuring you later that same evening.

Warnings: Muggleborn Ravenclaw reader (for the plot), cursing, unprotected sex, praise kink, George in general, nicknames (love, sweet baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, lovebug), a little dry humping🤔??, anddd aftercare ofc!

Another crushing victory for Gryffindor against Slytherin. You noticed that every game you attended, George tried his hardest to impress you so you didn’t wander off back to whichever book you were reading at the time. You find it cute but it seems Malfoy did not. Quickly you fought your way through the crowd to get on the field where the pair were arguing. When you finally managed to get there, you caught the ending segment of the argument.

“I think you’re right Freddie! I think little Malfoy’s upset that he had the ‘hots’ for my girl and she chose me!” George laughed out mockingly, causing the other surrounding players and students to laugh as well. Malfoy clenched his fist by his sides as his jaw tightened when Fred continued. “Well it was a bloody obvious choice George, truly.” Fred joined back, causing the twins to snicker together as Draco finally managed to bark back a reply.

“Oh yeah Weasley? Clearly your father never taught you how to be a real man. I bet you can’t even pleasure that sorry little mudblood of yours!” Malfoy cackled. George didn’t say another word, that deranged look on his face as he walked closer to Draco is what caused most of his teammates to begin to hold him back for everyone’s sake. Even you interjected at this point. “C’mon George let the stupid git talk.” You tried. Placing a hand on his surprisingly muscular forearm that you simply adored as you tried to persuade him.

He noticed how Malfoy tensed when you were around, and he smirked devilishly at the new upperhand.

“You’re so right love, ‘m think I just need a kiss and i’ll be good as new again.” He remarked playfully to you. His teammates finally releasing him as he stood there awaiting his kiss. You giggled and rolled your eyes, getting up on your tippy-toes due to the height difference that George relished in to plant a kiss to his cheek. His dopey grin grew wider but he was still very determined to ‘rub it in’ Malfoys face. “A real kiss, yeah?” He inquired, pulling you in by your waist and bending down slightly so you could give him a ‘real kiss’ directly in front of Draco.

He hummed obnoxiously as he finally pulled away from you, Malfoy beginning to turn on his heels with a loud huff as he and the rest of the Slytherins retreated in a hurry.

George chuckled mischievously as he finally gave you his undivided attention, his adrenaline still obviously coursing through him as the two of you began to walk back to the Gryffindor dorms together. (usually the two of you go back to the ravenclaw dorms but you don’t force him to walk up all those stairs on quidditch nights) George didn’t typically act like that. It was more Fred’s thing to be rude and crack a laugh from everybody around simultaneously. Clearly, your boyfriend’s twin had been rubbing off on him.

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George had you straddled on his lap on the edge of his bed as you cleaned up some of his minor wounds. At first, George despised this because he felt ‘weak’ having you clean him up but eventually he learned to adapt it as a “post game ritual.” On more calmer quidditch nights, you would have him read you a book or his latest assignment while you tended to him, but right now he was rambling on about Malfoy.

“I mean bloody hell! You can’t play like shit the whole game and then be mad when we win!” He complained, in which you hummed in agreement. “Stupid git, should’a seen the look on his face when Harry stole that snitch.” You giggled at his expression that was supposed to be imitating Malfoys face. The sound of your laughter fizzling all of his anger away as you finished tending to all of his little bruises.

You always ended this little ritual by kissing every mark you fixed, and he stared down at you lovingly as you began. “But you were amazing tonight love, I could hear ya’ cheering from all the way on the pitch.” George complimented. You smiled against his skin before placing another peck down his arms. You knew how much he adored hearing you scream for him. on and off the pitch. “‘m tried my best Georgie, y’know I don’t condone violence but you sure did look good yelling at Malfoy.” You mumbled against his skin, your ‘muggle accent’ under-toning your sentence as he smiled and pulled you closer on his lap. You could feel his hard-on begin to press into you as you mimicked your boyfriend’s grin back to him.

“think you missed a spot, sweetheart.” He remarked cockily as he pointed at an imaginary bruise on his lips. You giggled, causing him to laugh as well. “Oh how could I!” You exaggerated playfully in which he shrugged with a smug smirk.

You pulled him in by the back of his head. Your fingers intertwining in his ginger locks as he immediately began to desperately search your mouth. He resembled a starved man as he kept your lips connected to his. You barely had a moment to breathe before he was pulling you back in, loving how your warm mouth invited him so willingly to paradise each time.

Subconsciously, you bucked your hips against his clothed erection. You only realised that you were practically grinding on him when he groaned into your lips. “fuck pretty girl…” He murmured under his breath and your face flushed as you came to realisation on what you were doing. This wasn’t uncommon for you, you and George had been dating for the better half of a year and although you were insanely comfortable with him… you still managed to get flustered in moments like this. Although George didn’t mind it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the little noises you made whenever he whispered lewd little things in your ears at the worst of all times.

“aww, is someone getting shy? C’mon sweetheart, I can smell you.” He rasped, his voice a little breathless and you whimpered at his filthy words. He gently but firmly grabbed your hips and began to grind you against him. Chuckling as you whined and buried your face into his neck. “‘m need more, Georgie.” You whispered against his skin, planting gentle wet kisses to persuade him further. You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Guess you deserve it, yeah? You were such a good girl f’ me today.” He murmured as he nipped playfully at your earlobe. You simply whimpered and nodded in response, not entirely trusting your voice not to croak.

His fingers began to fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, teasing you mercilessly. You desperately wanted to tell him to get on with it and stop being a tease… but you also wanted to be his good girl, his sweet little thing who takes what he gives her, his precious ravenclaw who lets him run wild. So all you did was whine. His grin only grew at your self control. “oh? Well this is quite new…” He murmured knowingly. You were about to retort something back, but then you felt his fingers dip under your skirt to rub your cunt through your panties. Immediately, he felt the wet patch on your undergarments and grinned up at you knowingly.

“Naughty little Ravenclaw…” He remarked playfully. Before you could process what was happening, he had you on your back with your hair splayed along his pillow in mere seconds. His bed reeked of his scent, and you simply adored it. He didn’t miss the skip of your heartbeat or the way you had a newfound hunger in your eyes as he effortlessly manhandled you, deciding to tuck that information into his back pocket for now.

George had simple plans for you tonight, but then he recalled Malfoys little ‘pleasure’ comment. Instead of teasing, he slithered his body up your own to press wet kisses along your jawline and neck instead. “What do you need, love?” He asked straightforwardly. This was odd, George normally drew this type of thing out of you until you were a whining mess. “Want you inside, George.” You hummed back, your voice wavering a little but remained true. He groaned against your warm skin before his usual grin returned.

“whatever you like, pretty baby.” He granted as he planted a final kiss. That was one of those nicknames George used whenever he was being sweet, but you could tell his mind was a little aloof. You watched in adoration as he began to strip himself. Hastily tugging away his clothes and discarding them carelessly. You began to do the same, but George’s hand quickly caught yours and gave you a devilish smirk.

“Trying to rid me of all the fun are we? Let me take care of you, yeah?” He teased and you rolled your eyes in response. “Well get on with it!” You insisted, your patience from earlier dwindling thin. This granted you a look of defiance and a remarkably slow George peeling off your clothing one-by-one. Eventually, he couldn’t take the slow reveal and ripped the rest of your black skirt off, causing you to huff in annoyance.

“George! That was my favorite black skirt!” You scolded. You were quickly knocked off of your fit of anger when you felt a long finger slip into your sopping wet cunt. You whimpered almost instantly at the connection. “Doesn’t seem like you mind that much.” He confirmed with a grin, causing you to scoff and whine as he retreated his finger. He was eager tonight, always taking time to savor the taste of your juices as he sucked on his previously inserted digit. “Tasting perfect, love.” He complimented. To say George loved your taste, was an understatement. He relished in it, but tonight, tonight he had a primal urge to claim you.

You both groaned as he began to rub his tip up and down your soaking folds. Both of your eyes glued on the display before he fully slipped inside of you. Your head quickly retreated back to his pillow, eyes screwed shut as he gave you a moment to accommodate to his size. You had taken George many times before, and yet he still gave you this little moment to calm yourself. And yet, you still needed it.

You moaned as he began to move, starting with slow deep thrusts that made you head spin deliciously. He groaned as you clenched around him, his hands gripping your hips as he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each thrust. “Fuck love… you’re squeezing the life out of me down here.” He informed, followed by a sharp hiss when your legs wrapped around his waist and provided a new angle. With this new angle, he sped up his pace, his mesmerizing cock now drilling into you.

Your moans and other little noises were beginning to grow much louder. This seemed to motivate George as he abused the spot that elicited the prettiest noises from deep within you. “Doing so good love, so fuckin’ good for me.” He praised, his words slurring as his head rolled back to reveal his adam’s apple to you. The sight reminded you of sweet torture and it was simply maddening. “J-jus’ like that, feels so good Georgie please don’t stop!” You pleaded with him, no amount of money could pay George to stop as his grip on you grew brutal. He was sure to leave bruises whilst he pounded into you, his erect and long cock hitting the perfect spot within you as he overrode your senses.

You could feel that familiar knot beginning to grow unbearable at his intense pace. Your legs squeezing around his waist as you tried to keep yourself bounded to this world. Every time George fucked you like this it always left you in a floaty headspace. It was one of the few times your brilliant brain wasn’t hard at work, because it was much too occupied and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You’re so close love I can feel it. So pretty like this baby, so fuckin’ beautiful.” He groaned, your hands flying from the clenched bedsheet to his shoulders as your fingernails dug into his muscular blades. This resulted in a new noise of pleasure from him that made you whimper in return. “Come for me sweetheart, c’mon sweet baby I need to feel you.” George rasped. His voice pulling an utterly filthy noise from you as the coil within you snapped and you came all over his large cock. He let out a guttural moan while he fucked you through your high, making sure to fulfill you whole as he felt himself begin to drawl close.

“Mmm, I-I’m getting their love. Where can I-…” His words trailed off as he couldn’t get enough of your pussy. You fit like a fucking glove around his erection and it was glorious to him. “Inside George please. Want it inside s’ bad.” You whimpered out breathlessly. Your pleas is what caused George to snap as he bottomed out inside of you. Groaning as he began to spill his seed. “Fuck…” He cursed, his cock painting your insides just as you had requested.

He lowered himself on you once he finished. He knew how much you loved his weight on you as the both of you collected your breaths while panting. George was the first to move, planting kisses all over your heated skin while he gently pulled out. “Did so good love, always so good for me.” He complimented. He quickly retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned the two of you up. He could easily do it with magic, but George loved the intimacy this brought as he peppered kisses all over your body. You were astonished on how he complimented you like that even if you didn’t really do a thing that whole time, but he didn’t mind it. This was a day for you and your pleasure, (as well as his pride)

“I love you so much, love bug. Such a brilliant, bloody perfect, little witch.” He murmured as he finally finished cleaning you up. Joining you in the bed as he cuddled up behind you skin to skin, spooning your bare form. You smiled at the cheesy little nickname, it was corny, but something he always called you when you were overcome by sleep.

“‘m love you too, George. thank you…” you murmured back, sleep already evident in your voice as he chuckled softly and traced comforting patterns along your skin. “Night, pretty girl.” He hummed back, but you had already drifted off as he planted a final kiss to your shoulder and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your- no his vanilla shampoo lulling him to sleep.

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James proposing would be an absolute disaster.

He’d try to set something up while Regulus is at work- take the day off and arrange their bedroom with rose petals, candles, the whole nine yards. It looks perfect when he’s done, so he’d go and wait in the living room anticipating his boyfriend’s arrival.

Maybe Regulus is late, or James started too early, but by the time Regulus does come home the room is… a complete disaster.

He left the window open, the flower petals have been blown by stray gusts of wind and ruined the heart pattern on the bed, all the candles have been blown out (save for two), and the chocolate deserts were left too close to their heater and are now just melted mush.

So he panics, eyes wide and palms sweaty as his boyfriend looks at his absolute disaster of an attempt at proposing. A complete failure. He’s so panicked he can’t even say anything, just staring until Regulus slowly turns around with a sigh.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“You’re going to propose aren’t you?”

“I-well-uh- maybe?”

“My answer is yes, you git. Or it will be once you clean this up.”

And Regulus never lets him live it down.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Part 1

cw: birth, pain, implied smut

“I take it back. I take it all back, I-” You were interrupted by another contraction hitting you, your hand curling around Simon’s as you groaned in pain. The brute of a man looked helpless, standing beside the bed, holding your hand and wiping the sweat from your forehead. His eyes jumped from you to the doctor checking your progress. By that point, you had been in labor for sixteen hours, and you were starting to lose your strength.

Shortly after you had begged Simon for a baby, you found out that you were pregnant, overjoyed that for the next few months, you would not have to suffer through your monthly period. Of course, before you actually started to try, Simon and you talked and made sure that you were ready for a baby, but you still didn’t take all the pregnancy pains into account. The morning sickness, the swollen feet and ankles, the back pain once you started to grow. And of course the birth itself.

“And, you’re ready to start pushing.” The doctor smiled up at you, before instructing the nurses on what to do. Your eyes immediately jumped to Simon, panic filling you. “It’s okay, love. I’m here, I got you, okay?” You slowly nodded, tears dripping down your cheeks, as he kissed your forehead tenderly. And then you pushed.

It was agonizing, feeling yourself be split open, but the moment your baby’s cries reached your ears, relief flooded you and the pain was pushed from your mind. Simon started to laugh, as the small human was whisked away and cleaned up, his lips immediately finding your temple. “You did it. You did it, love.” You looked at him, smiling as you nodded.

“It’s a little girl.” Both of you glanced at the nurse, taking careful steps in your direction, while gently holding the little bundle, before placing the baby on your chest. “A girl.” The wonder in Simon’s voice, made you smile. “Our little girl.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead again, before looking at the small human, lying on your chest. She stared at you both in wonder and even though you knew that babies this fresh can’t really see, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, baby.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, as Simon gently rested a hand against her back, dwarfing her even more. “She’s so tiny.” Before you could respond, the doctor perked up, catching your attention. “I’ll have to give you some stitches, won’t take long.” You nodded, relaxing back against the mattress, your eyes growing heavy.

“Rest, love. I got her.” You nodded tiredly, before sleep pulled you under.

“She is precious.” John’s voice was the first thing you heard when you woke up. “Guid thing th' wee yin git her maw's looks 'n' nae her dad's hackit visage.” A quiet off from Johnny, made you smile, as your eyes slowly opened. Simon, who was holding your daughter, was surrounded by his friends, Johny and Kyle cooing at her, while Johnny was holding his stomach.

“Hey, love.” Simon immediately noticed that you were awake and carefully passed the baby over to John, before rushing to your side. You smiled, still tired, but happy. “Hi.” He grinned from one ear to the other, gently stroking your cheek. “You hungry? I ordered your favorite.” You nodded, excitement filling you at the prospect of food.

A few months later

A groan escaped your lips as you glared at the bloody patch in your panties. You had hoped that it would take longer for your period to return, but it’s back, and you hated it. After changing underwear and putting in a pad, you left the bathroom in search of Simon. It was easy enough to find him as he was sitting on your couch in the living room, your daughter in his arms.

“Johnny is coming over to take her for the day.” Simon looked at you confused, concern filling him when he noticed your pissed expression. “Did I do something wrong?” He got to his feet and gently put your daughter down in her bassinet before he turned back to you. But you just shook your head. “My period is back.” Si looked confused before it began to dawn on him. “Another baby?” You nodded, grabbing the front of his shirt, before dragging him to your shared bedroom. Johnny had a key after all.

A/N: Here you go! Hope you liked it!

@almosttoopizza @callsign-red

[hatakemrs]

Quidditch and Fun

Characters: Mattheo Riddle x !Potterreader

Warning: Smut!! Minors DNI! (Not proofread since it's 3am)

Please bear with me since it's my first time writing smut so if you find any part cringe or have Criticism please feel free to leave them in comments.

Words: 2.4K (Porn with a little plot)

Summary: The reader is the little sister of Harry Potter and on Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her rivalry with Mattheo is fiery but what happens when the tension finally bursts?

Mattheo fucking Riddle. The bane of your existence.

He's cocky, he's arrogant and struts around like he owns the whole castle. You have hated him since you started at Hogwarts. He was in the same year as your brother, making him only an year older than you. Despite not having the same classes you two competed against each other in Quidditch.

You are currently sitting at the Gryffindor table with the golden trio having your breakfast. Tomorrow is the first game of the season against slytherin.

You take a bite of your toast listening to Harry and Ron going over the details of the match while Hermione is knitting socks for the house elves.

"Oi Potter!", Mattheo's voice called out from the slytherin table. Both you and Harry turned your heads at the sound.

" Oh not you golden boy, you keep chatting with your red headed boyfriend.", Mattheo smirked at your brother before looking at you.

"Ready to lose tomorrow princess?"

"In your dreams,Riddle."

"Only if you knew the dreams I had about you.", You just flipped him off in response not wanting to fight and land a detention just before the big game.

"The hell is his problem?", Ginny scowled as Mattheo walked away to his table.

" Just being a git as usual. He's so obsessed to Y/n you would think he fancies her.", Hermione chimed in.

You cringed at the thought but didn't say anything.

"Oh I would kill him before he tries anything with my sister.", Harry said glaring at the slytherin table.

'Yeah but keep your hands clean until tomorrow. We need you at the match and not in a cell in Azkaban.", You teased trying to ease out the situation.

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The match day came, whole castle was buzzing with excitement for the first Quidditch Match at the season.

You walked out on the field to see the slytherin team warming up. Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, all familiar faces except one. Their star chaser was missing. You looked around but couldn't see Mattheo anywhere.

Did he get detention? As much as he loved starting fights he loved quidditch more. Why would he miss a game against Gryffindor by getting himself into trouble?

You mounted your broom as Madam Hooch blowed the whistle signalling the start of the game.

It was an easy win for Gryffindor with one of the slytherin's best player missing.

When youn were heading back to the dressing room you could hear the slytherin's grumbling under their breath.

"Why did Riddle have to beat Mclaggen just a day before the game?", Malfoy kicked at the grass.

" You know how he gets when he's angry. Besides I bet Mclaggen said something fucked up to get Mattheo that mad ."

"Nott's right. I don't think I have seen Mattheo that angry before. When me and Enzo tried to intervene, Mattheo didn't budge until he beat that guy into the floor.", Blaise said thoughtfully.

You eyebrows knitted together in realisation. "So I was right, he did end up in detention.", you wishpered to yourself.

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" Damn girl! are you trying to get railed tonight? Because with that outfit you will.", Ginny smirked at you.

You looked yourself in the mirror fixing your hair, wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves.

You smiled at her and teased back, "God forbid a girl gets dolled up for herself."

"I'm just saying y'know? Adrian Pucey's gonna fall to his knees the moment he sees you."

You cringed, "Really? Pucey? He's a Slytherin and also the Quidditch captain. Not to mention we beat their arse today, he's not gonna be happy about it."

Ginny wiggled her eyebrows, "Oh well that doesn't stop him from undressing you with his eyes. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like he would do anything to—"

"Oh my god Gin! Eww I'm not gonna hookup with a slytherin. Just because you and Parkinson are hooking up doesn't mean I wanna take part in this club.", You said wearing your earrings.

Ginny shrugged, " Well just so you know, If you ever wanna 'join' this club, me and Pansy are open to—"

You laughed at her teasing, "Will keep that mind thanks."

When you arrived at the party it was already in full force, music making the windows shake, people dancing, the smell of firewhisky floating through the air.

You and Ginny headed over to get yourself some drinks. "Cheers.", both of you said in unison said taking a shot.

After a few shots, Ginny was pulled away by Pansy into a corner while you were greeted with an already drunk Puecy.

" Congrats on the win Potter.", He said raising his glass at you.

"Thanks Pucey. Always a pleasure kicking Slytherin's ass.", You smiled at him.

He chuckled, leaning towards you, " This party is getting boring right? why don't you and me go—"

"Why don't you go and fuck yourself Adrian?", Mattheo's voice caused you to jolt. He was now standing behind you wearing a black shirt. You gulped at the sight, his rolled sleeves displayed the veins of his arm.

Pucey threw him a dirty look, " Rich coming from a person who got into a fight before an important game."

"Yeah? well if you can't win the match for your team without a single player that's on you *captain*.", Mattheo retorted back throwing daggers at him.

" Now get lost before you end up in the bed next to Mclaggen."

Pucey glared at him but left, not wanting to get involved in a fight he'll surely lose.

"Princess", Mattheo gave you a nod. " Celebrating the win I see? You guys were lucky I couldn't make it today."

"You're right, would have been more fun to beat those snakes when you were on the field. Could have watched your stupid face twist in anger.", You looked him in the eye to see something more than hate.

He ignored your comment, his eyes roaming over your body maping you out with his eyes. Gaze so intense you could swear he was able to see through your clothes, or maybe the alcohol is kicking in.

"Don't tell me you dolled up for that stupid Pucey.", he asked with a scoff.

" Maybe I did. If the rumors were half true I would best believe that I could have a good time with him.", You leaned against the table, taking a sip of your drink.

Mattheo scoffed again, "Good time? Oh princess he wouldn't even be able to make you cum."

You breath hitched, "You know a lot about his expertises don't you? Spend a little time on his bed—"

Mattheo pulled you closer by your waist, "Tsk tsk you've got a mouth on you haven't you?", he whispered in your ear.

" I wonder how I could use that mouth of yours in more useful ways."

"All talk and no action, Riddle."

His gripped tightened on your waist and he smirked at you.

"Oh I'll show you action.", with that he dragged you out of the party.

You followed him wordlessly feeling the heat pool between your legs.

You don't remember how much you walked but you were finally at the front of his dorm. Mattheo wasted no time on opening it, pushing you in then slamming it closed.

He pinned you against the door catching you lips in a searing kiss. The kiss was rough with teeth clattering and his tongue invading your mouth.

His hands travelled up from your waist to your breasts before gently cupping them which made you gasp into the kiss.

He pulled away breathing heavily, lips swollen, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

"Can I?", He played with the strap with your dress. You were a little surprised that he was asking for permission since he was acting like a starved man just a second ago.

You nodded in response and Mattheo didn't wait another second before getting you out of the dress and throwing it on the floor.

Mattheo kneeled in front of you, positing himself between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, before softly kissing the clothed heat. You let out a soft gasp when his lips met your core.

Mattheo slowly pulled your panties aside and kissed your clit. He draged his tongue through your slit torturesly slow which made you whine.

He chucked against your core sending shivers up your body, "Now now darling, don't be impaitent yeah?"

Mattheo worked his tongue against your pussy while his thumb rubbed over your clit. You grinded your hips against his face to which he goarned.

"Impaitent little thing aren't you?"

Before you could say anything Mattheo inserted two fingers in your pussy without warning. The strech tore a moan out of you as you gripped his curls.

He started moving his two fingers while still eating you out like a starved man. You pulled on his, getting closer to edge.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven princess. Should have done his sooner.", he increased his pace, his fingers just hitting the right spot.

" Fuck! Mattheo, I'm close! Ah- Please- don't- fuck- don't stop"

"Yeah? Feels good baby? Gonna cum on your rival's tongue?", Mattheo increased his pace

You leaned against the door fully, your knees giving up as you felt getting closer to edge. " Yes Yes! fuck Matt—"

Then he stopped. You whined in frustration," Why did you stop!?"

Mattheo smirked, your essence mixed with his saliva drooling down his chin, "What? you think I would just let you go that easily? Not happening princess "

Mattheo stood up now towering over you, "Get on the bed sweetheart."

You followed his instructions and sat in the bed while seeing him undo is belt.

You decided to mess with him a little, "You're probably small anyways." To your frustration, Mattheo didn't say anything just smirked and let his jeans fall to the ground.

You could see the outline of his dick from the boxers, already stained with precum.

Definitely not small.

When he removed his boxers, you gulped. That's going to fucking hurt you knew it already.

Mattheo made his way towards you and climbed on the bed. You position yourself between his legs eager to have a taste of him but before you could take him into your mouth he stopped you

"We will have time for that next time. Right now I wanna fuck that perfect pussy of yours. Turn around and face down."

You did as he said, facing down into the matress and arching your back for him to see.

"Perfect.", he smacked you ass before re inserting two fingers in your cunt, scissoring it from inside.

You moaned into the pillow, " Just fuck me already Riddle!"

"How the fuck are you still so bossy? Do I need to fuck that attitude out of you?", he landed another smack on your ass.

Mattheo pumped himself a few times before putting his tip in front of your core. " Tell me if it hurts too much. I'll stop"

You only let out a muffled 'Yes', your brain only processing the big tip which made your pussy clench in anticipation.

Mattheo slid in slowly making sure not to hurt you "Fucking Merlin, You're tight- fuck- wjy haven't I fucked you sooner?"

You moaned as you felt your walls squeeze his dick deeper inside you. "So full- Mattheo- Ah fuck—"

Mattheo gave you a few seconds to adjust yourself to the size before he started moving. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled up your head from the mattress.

"Fuck- Good girl of the Gryffindor being fucked like a whore.", Mattheo grunted as his increased his pace.

" What would other people say if they saw you like this huh? The quidditch star being fucked by her rival into oblivion?"

His words only made you clench tighter against his dick.

"Look at you- fuck- milking my dick like a fucking whore. You would love that wouldn't you? people know how much of a- fuck- slut you are?"

Mattheo Pistoned his hips against your making you cry, you mascara running down your cheeks, drool sliding off your chin, your hair a mess.

But all you could think of right now how Mattheo's dick filled you up and hit you in the right spot,

You didn't have to say it this time, Mattheo felt it. You're close. He slammed into you over and over again, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you.

"Fucking hell- I'm close- fuck- Can't hold it—"

"Me too."

You cumed immediately and Mattheo followed as you filled your insides being filled with a hot liquid. Mattheo thrashed into you a few times x working out his orgasm before collapsing beside you.

The sound of heavy breath filled the room. Mattheo turned to face you "You good? Did I hurt you?"

You shaked your head in response not having the energy to have a conversation.

After gaining his breath, Mattheo stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and cleaned you up.

He settled back into the bed and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"So Mattheo Riddle has a heart afterall huh?", you teased him.

He smiled at you, " Don't you get used to it princess."

A few moments of comfortable silence passed , then you decided to break it. "Hey umm Mattheo?"

"Yes darling?"

Ignoring the butterflies the nickname gave you, you cleared your throat and asked your question.

"What happened with Mclaggen? I didn't think you would end up in detention before the big game."

Mattheo averted his gaze and spoke like he was embarrassed, "Well you see- um-"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed, "He said you would be a good fuck and was trying out for quidditch team just to get into your pants."

You looked at him surprised, " You defended me?"

Mattheo gave you an offended look, "Of course I did! Nobody messes with whats mine."

"Yours? Since when?", You gave him a judging look.

" The first time you ever punched me in the face in 3rd third for being a git. I thought ' That's future Mrs Riddle.'"

"So you decided to fight with me all these years? Great way to have my attention Riddle.", you rolled your eyes at him.

" Hey! I don't do emotions well ok? Was trying to keep myself a part of your life in anyway I could.", He pouted.

You chuckled, "Well you don't have to do that anymore."

You pecked his lips softly and you swear you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Oh shut up!", Mattheo hide his face in your chest.

A/n: Hope you guys like it? I cringed a little while writing this. Reading smut is so much more fun.

[moonstruckme]

congrats on 7k!! I humbly request ⁶⁾ scraped knees with remus and shy!reader. I loooove a good hurt/comfort fic!!

Same here babe!

cw: mention of blood

Remus Lupin x shy!reader ♡ 503 words

Remus’ eyes catch on your knees the second he opens the door. In fairness, red is the most eye-catching color. 

“Sweetheart.” He feels like the air has been knocked out of him. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, though your voice is small and you’re chewing your lips so badly Remus worries they might bleed soon too. 

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding. Come here, come inside.” He ushers you in almost against your will. The way your expression twinges when you walk on your poor battered legs doesn’t escape his notice, but you go where he tells you. 

“I’m sorry, I only meant to bring you back your book.” You fish in your bag, holding it up for him to see. “I just, a biker startled me when I was crossing the street, and I fell…” 

“Oh, dovey,” Remus coos. You look embarrassed. He accepts the book, setting it down on the table before taking you gently by the elbow to lead you down the hall. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry that git ran into you.” 

Your shoulders come up. “It wasn’t really his fault…”

Remus guarantees it was. Even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t care.

“Sit here, darling.” He pats the counter by the sink. 

He can tell the pet names are flustering you, but Remus almost can’t help himself. He just feels for you so terribly, it’s as though all his affection is rising to the surface and he has no control over where it chooses to pour out. Your fault for coming here all sad and injured. You’ve done him in. 

“I don’t mean to keep you,” you say, voice getting smaller as he pulls supplies and bandages from a drawer. 

“You’re not. You’re never keeping me, I’m always happy to see you. Well,” he amends, “in the future, I’d prefer to see you whole and unharmed, but even so I’ll take what I can get.” He smiles up at you as he crouches in front of your knees. When you return it tentatively, it warms his whole chest. 

He’s gentle as he cleans you up, staying as far from the mess of your knees as he can for the time being and instead taking care of the blood trailing down your shins. You watch him silently, that poor lip of yours still trapped between your teeth. Remus decides that he has to pick his battles. 

“Sorry, this might sting.” You tense despite his warning, taking a quiet breath in through your nose. Remus has the urge to kiss you all over. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry,” you giggle wetly. You look terribly shy, your shoulders nearly up to your ears. “I don’t know why I got so surprised.” 

“You’re pretty torn open,” he says. “I’m sure it hurts.” 

“It’s not so bad.” 

Remus tsks, indulging himself in a kiss to the unhurt skin beside your knee. “Poor love,” he murmurs to himself. 

You hide your face in your hands.

[qiu-yan]

zxc be like

>be lan wangji >lonely college student but it's ok >have a class with a loud guy in a red shirt >fuck he's annoying as hell >get assigned to work on a group project with him >deep_sigh.jpeg >project takes off and it turns out that red shirt guy is actually really smart >starts hanging out outside project meetings and it turns out red shirt guy is also really funny >actually have a friend to hang out with on weekends >actually have stuff to do on weekends besides clean your room for the 50th time >life_is_good.jpeg >start catching feelings for red shirt guy >ohfuck.jpeg

>semester ends, new semester starts >red shirt guy isn't in any of your classes anymore; no more excuse to hang out >sad.jpeg >switch to another section in hopes of seeing red shirt guy again >actually find red shirt guy again.....and his brother(?) and five morbillion other friends >now he's spending all his time with his fuckass brother(?) >now he only pays attention to his fuckass brother(?) >now he barely even notices you >sad.jpeg >try to weasel your way into his social circle anyways >no social skills so low success >fuckass brother(?) notices you struggling to socialize and starts making fun of you >calls you a robot >red shirt guy laughs >sad.jpeg >angry.jpeg >decide you hate this fuckass brother(?) actually

>find out one day that red shirt guy plays a mmorpg >find out his username: yilinglaozu >decide to play the game yourself and get closer to him that way >noob so you get killed immediately >angry.jpeg >yilinglaozu notices you dying and starts making fun of you >fuck_my_stupid_baka_life.jpeg >he offers to help you git gud >....success?

>keep playing this mmorpg >keep talking to yilinglaozu >notice that yilinglaozu is kind of different online than irl: less trollish and more of an acerbic asshole >roasts the shit out of you whenever you get your ass kicked >annoyed.jpeg >start grinding every day just to shut him up >start getting kind of op >start getting really op >finally beat yilinglaozu in a match >instead of being mad, though, yilinglaozu gets excited and starts talking about winning the next pvp event >realize you've truly become friends with yilinglaozu >happy.jpeg >realize you really love playing with yilinglaozu >happy.jpeg >realize you've gone and caught even more feelings >uhoh.jpeg

>enter next phase of plan >"accidentally" reveal name of your college >yilinglaozu takes the bait and says that he goes there too >start talking about majors, professors, friends, etc >eventually yilinglaozu proposes an irl meeting >all_according_to_keikaku.jpeg >out of idle curiosity, ask yilinglaozu about his username >yilinglaozu says that the account used to belong to his brother, but then brother quit so he took over the account >and he never changed the username

>day of irl meeting >nervous.jpeg >excited to see red shirt guy again >hope this time you can actually get close to him >hope you don't come across as an insane stalker >go to meeting spot >???? >??????? >no red shirt guy >it's the fuckass brother(?)

>yilinglaozu was the fuckass brother(?) playing on red shirt guy's old account >all this time, was actually gaming not with red shirt guy but with fuckass brother(?) >spent all this time online not with red shirt guy but with fuckass brother(?) >became friends not with red shirt guy but with fuckass brother(?) >caught feelings not just for red shirt guy but now also for fuckass brother(?) >?????????? >tfw

[ageofstarkey]

blood and cuts ✰ m. riddle

summary: matthéo gets into (another) fight, and you’re there to clean him up

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

warnings: mentions of mild injuries, nothing else rlly?

notes: hi!! this is the tiniest little blurb ever but i’m down horrendous for mattheo n i think it’s cute so i’m posting!! i also spelled his name as matthéo (pronounced ma-tay-o) bc i headcanon him as french lmfaooo - anyways!! enjoy!!

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you look at matthéo with a soft sigh. “again?” his handsome face is spattered with blood and cuts, and there’s a dark bruise forming around his right eye. tentatively, you step forward, taking his face softly in your hands. you roll his head gently from side to side, intently assessing the damage. another sigh. “i wish you’d stop fighting every person who looks at you wrong”

matthéo grins in that devilish way he always does, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he immediately follows it with a soft swipe of his thumb, gathering the small smear of blood he’d left in his wake. “would you believe me if i said he deserved it?”

“they almost never deserve it, théo.”

he shrugs, settling his hands on your hips. “i tend to disagree.” then he’s tugging you swiftly against him, coaxing an involuntary little squeal from your throat. “i honestly think you would’ve swung on the poor git if you’d been there.”

you roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands around to the back of his neck. “tell me about it while i clean you up, hm?”

matthéo grins at you tenderly, leaning forward to kiss you again. this time, he lingers a little longer, and you can taste his blood on your lips when he pulls away. “deal”