#it's like: Wifey is a bit mad but she still holds hand so she is not that mad... she is entwinning fingers; yes; not too mad to just grab

[vanidrabbles]

Neuvillette: Are you still mad at me?

Furina: Yes

Neuvillette: Are you going to let go of my hand?

Furina: No

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

What is Broken!Aemond NSFW Alphabet

All of this applies specifically to the Aemond that is featured in my series What is Broken. Therefore, he is only discussed in his relationship with his wife (Wifey) and Alys. I'm going to do my best to not unintentionally spoil anything.

This may be the first NSFW alphabet to make people both horny and angry...

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

With Wifey, Aemond is an aftercare king. He showers her with praises, kissing every inch of her face while he holds her tight against his chest. He'll help her clean up then fall asleep with her in his arms, still murmuring praise in her ear.

With Alys, there isn't a lot of aftercare. He either gets up and leaves with a curt "thank you," or just roll over and tries to sleep. Every time he sleeps with Alys, he is flooded with a guilt that basically immobilizes him for about half an hour. Sometimes he cries, and sometimes he gets so mad at himself that he calls Alys back and fucks away his frustrations until he's so tired he passes out as soon as he cums.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Aemond has two favorite parts of Wifey. First, he loves her eyes. The same deep brown as Alicent's, he feels like it makes her softer and warmer somehow. Second, he loves her hands. He's always held her hand, since before they became romantically involved. Now, her hands do so many other wonderful things.

His favorite part of Alys (other than her big titty goth gf titties) is how little she looks like Wifey. It helps him not think about what he's doing to her while he's with Alys.

His favorite part of himself is his lips. There is very little he likes better than worshiping Wifey with his mouth, kissing every inch of her he can.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Always inside, whether its a mouth or a cunt. When he's close, his brain just shuts down, so he never has the forethought to cum anywhere else.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

I mean... Alys.

But other than that, he did used to go a little further with Wifey than he technically should have before they got married (see here for an example).

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Before Alys, he had like two or three techniques down pat, and not much beyond that. If Alys did anything positive, she at least taught him a little bit more.

F= Favorite position

With Wifey, missionary. He wants to be able to see her face and kiss her. Plus, he loves how it makes him feel like he's protecting her, surrounding her.

With Alys, he likes anything where he doesn't have to look directly at her face.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

1,000,000% serious.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He doesn't trim the silver bush, but he keeps it clean.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Almost sickeningly romantic with Wifey. Fully rough with Alys - there's no love there, just sex.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Before he and Wifey got married, he had to take care of himself pretty often. But after, he could just go to her whenever he was in the mood and she'd be happy to help. Up until she started getting really sick at the start of her pregnancy, she never refused him.

After he started things with Alys, it was basically the same thing.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Wants to fuck Wifey while on dragonback, but she's never agreed to it.

Nothing with Alys, its straight to the point.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

With Wifey, he prefers their bed. He's also enjoyed it on their couch, on the rug in front of the fire, and in the bath. They once, and only once did the deed outside their rooms - in a dark alcove in the hall right after they got married. They simply couldn't wait for the official bedding.

But he'll fuck Alys wherever. He always makes sure they're alone, but he's never patient enough to wait until they're in a specific place before taking her.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Literally anything Wifey does has the potential to set him off. He's just horny for her 24/7.

With Alys, it's not really anything about her, but rather himself. Any time his emotions are high, he's ready.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

There's nothing he wouldn't do if Wifey asked him to.

He always refused to kiss Alys.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Could live off eating Wifey's pussy, tbh. He's sloppy and overeager, but it works for her. He was hesitant to let her blow him, as he thought it might feel demeaning, but when she begged, he folded instantly.

Asked Alys for it, but never returned the favor.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He's usually slow with Wifey until he's close, then he jackhammers a bit.

Since there's no romance with Alys, he goes as fast as he can.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He's tried quickies with Wifey before, but he gets caught up in the moment and slows down so he can take his time.

Every encounter with Alys is a quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

If Wifey asked him? Absolutely.

Alys proposed a few new things, but he refused.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

With Wifey, he lasts pretty long because he specifically paces himself to go as long as possible. He doesn't really know how many rounds he could go, because Wifey always gets tired before he does.

For Alys, he only does more than one round if he gets frustrated again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Nope.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Enjoys riling Wifey up, but he usually gives in before she does.

Doesn't tease Alys, and got so mad when she tried to tease him that she never tried it again.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Praise, moans, whimpers, and florid declarations of love are the standard with Wifey.

With Alys he's either entirely silent or he growls and rants the whole time about whatever got his emotions going.

W= Wild card (random canon of any sort)

Once fell asleep while he was going down on Wifey because he felt so warm and safe between her thighs.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A real beauty, his cock. Long enough to reach all the right places and girthy enough to give that perfect stretch.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He's 20, it's high.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He never falls asleep before Wifey. He want to make sure she has everything she needs first. So he only tries to sleep after she's already sleeping.

With Alys, he's either kept up by his guilt or so exhausted he falls asleep immediately.

[maeleelee]

"You're not going out in that outfit."

This is PURE smut. There's a small plot. My bestie/wifey asked for a little drabble with Mister Park Seonghwa and I couldn't tell her no.

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Seonghwa x female reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, breed kink, kissing, upset about the dress that gets picked, choking, pets names (doll face, baby, kitten), marking, submissive, blowjob, eating out.

Her two best friends had been begging her to go out with them so you finally caved. Telling them she’d go with them. They all went shopping and found some cute dresses and outfits, but one caught her eye. It was a short dark green maxi dress. It showed off her curves and made her boobs look fantastic. This was the dress. She bought it and went home. Two days later, it was party time. 

She was smiling at herself, the black heels on her feet and the green dress out. She had her hair half up and half down. She did light make up but still threw on eyeliner and mascara. She smiled at herself in the mirror and nodded. “Perfect.” She mumbled and headed out the bedroom. 

Seonghwa was sitting in the living room, on the couch, watching tv. He knew where y/n was going. He didn’t mind her going out. However, when her heels hit the last step he couldn’t stop the words coming out his mouth. “You’re not going out in that outfit.” Y/n stopped and looked at him. 

He’s never told her what she could and couldn’t wear. This was a first. “Excuse me?” She asked him, an eyebrow raised at him. “I can wear what I want, when I want.” He was on his feet in a second. 

“What did you say to me?” They were both on edge now. Y/n rolled her eyes and walked beside him. He grabbed her arm and pulled him back towards him. Her back landed on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Did I hear that correctly?” She nodded. 

His hand wrapped around her throat and she closed her eyes. “You know I don’t normally care about what you wear or where you go. But this dress, fuck kitten. I popped a boner as soon as I saw you.” He pressed his boner against her ass and kissed her neck. “Think the girls would be mad if you didn’t show up?” She nodded. 

“I promised I’d be there.” He smirked. “You’re breaking that promise tonight. I’ll make it up to them.” He mumbled against her neck. His hand ran down the dress and the other turned her neck to the side. He slowly started placing kisses down her neck. His hands slowly moved down as well. “Don’t hold back on me tonight. Do you understand?” She nodded.

“That’s my good kitten.” He smirked as he bit down on the side of her neck. She whimpered, grabbing ahold of his shirt. He moved a little bit down and bit the new spot. “I’m going to mark you up, all nice and pretty kitten. They’ll understand why you couldn’t make it out.” She closed her eyes and leaned back into him. He slowly moved them to the couch. 

He turned her and pushed her onto the couch. He looked down at her and smiled. “God, I love it when you’re so submissive. Listening to me like that good girl you are.” He leaned down and placed his lips onto hers. He pulled away and she followed his lips. He chuckled and dropped to his knees. He picked her hips up and pushed her dress up her legs and grabbed her underwear. He took them off and smiled. “You’re so wet for me baby.” He licked his lips and looked down at her core. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and threw her legs over his shoulders. 

He leaned in and kissed her thigh, moving slowly, nibbling here and there. He loved the little whines she’d let out when he’d leave a kiss and the small moans when he’d bite down. He finally got to her core, placing a tiny kiss on her clit. Her heels dug into his back, making him hiss. He loved it though. He licked her cunt and groaned at the taste. He licked it again, listening to her whimpers. He slid his tongue into her slit and pulled her a tiny bit closer. Then he started eating her like a starved man. It was messy, noisy, and loud. 

He didn’t really do anything messy so this was new but it felt so good, y/n couldn’t think. All she could do was hold on to his hair, pushing him closer. He could tell she was close, just be the way her breathing was. He didn’t stop though, he continued, making her come undone on his tongue. She didn’t have a chance to think about anything, when he started eating her again. She wanted to push him away but he made her feel so good. 

He could listen to her all day. Trembling, begging in the smallest way, pleading almost. He didn’t care though. He wanted her to cum around his tongue again. He wouldn’t have to wait long because she was gripping his hair in a dearth grip and moaning out his name. “That’s right, doll face. Let them hear you.” 

He sat up and smiled, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with his hand. He stood up and she pulled on his pant leg. “Words doll face.” She looked up at him through her eye lashes. “Let me suck you off.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fuck. All I can think of when you look like this is cumming on those pretty lips you have and because you said it so nicely, I’ll give my kitten what she wants.” She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his boxers going with them. His cock sprang up and she licked her lips and looked up at him. He nodded at her. 

“I know you can take me deep down that pretty throat of yours. So show me. Help me remember how deep.” She nodded and kitten licked the tip. “Fuck kitten.” He threw his head back. She smiled and wrapped her lips around him, rolling her tongue around his tip. She took him as deep as she could and he groaned. He looked down and licked his lips. “Can I move?” She tapped once, their sign for yes, three taps meant no. He started moving his hips, hissing as she gripped his thighs. Her nails snuck into them, leaving crescent moon shapes in his legs. He continued his movements. He pulled all her hair back into a ponytail, watching her take him so well down her throat. “Good, you look so fucking pretty doll face.” She moved her eyes up to his and he groaned. He continued to move until he hit his orgasm. 

“Swallow all of it.” He demanded as he grabbed her cheeks. She nodded and swallowed, showing him her tongue when she finished. He smiled. “Good kitten.” He lifted her up and pressed his lips to her, kissing her deep and passionate. He pulled away and pushed her back onto the couch. He looked down at her. She already had that drunk look in her eyes. He climbed in between her legs and kissed her chest. 

“Please Hwa. Please fuck me.” He smirked and nodded. “I love it when you beg.” He wrapped her legs around his waist and lined himself up with her slit. He slid in and hissed at how tight she was. 

“Ohh, my.” Y/n said, throwing her head back. He continued to go slow until he bottomed out in her. He waited a few seconds for her to adjust. “Move. Please baby.” She whimpered out. He tilted his head but did as asked. He started moving, slowly at first, listening to her whines again. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were gripping the couch. He leaned down and started kissing all over her neck. She wrapped herself around him, pulling him close as he started speeding up. 

She let out a moan when he bit down on her collarbone. He picked up his pace. He leaned back up and looked at her. “Lift your hips.” She did as told and he grabbed the pillow behind him and slid it under her. He pushed them down and held onto one thigh and grabbed her hip with the other hand. His grip was tight but she didn’t mind. She loved the pain. He started moving again, hitting a different spot with the new angle, making her throw her head back and let out a loud moan. “That’s right. Let them know what I’m doing to you and how good I make you feel.” 

He sped up and went faster, the new angle helping that. He continued the speed and groaned at the noises she kept making. The moans and whines and whimpers. He’d never get enough of them. She started clenching around him but he wasn’t done. He pulled out and before she could protest, he flipped her over. He pulled her hips up to him and slid back inside her. His hand went around her throat and pulled her up. Her back against his chest. “God. You’re so fucking perfect.” He mumbled against her skin. He moved up to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to cum in you. Breed you like the good girl you are. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Walk around with my cum in you, growing a mini us. Fuck doll face. I’m going to breed you so hard.” Before she could reply, he pushed her head down against the couch and gripped her hips. 

He picked up his pace and continued to pound into her. She gripped the couch so hard, the fabric ripped. She started clenching around him. “Fuck, I’m close as well doll face. Cum with me, I know you can. Let me hear those pretty noises you’re so good at making.” She moaned, loud. 

“Fuck Seonghwa. Right there. So close.” She said through breathes. He groaned as he reached around and started rubbing her clit. “Cum for me kitten.” Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth flew open. She went limp in his arms, making him smirk. He came soon after she did, hips stuttering as he did. He held her up with the arm around her waist. Soon he was done and he leaned back on the couch, pulling her with him. He leaned back, her back against his chest. 

“Yeah, you aren’t going anywhere, doll face.” He chuckled. She looked at him, dazed out of her mind. “Kiss?” and he nodded. “Of course.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He pulled away after a minute and went to stand up. “No.” She whined. He laughed. “I’m going to run a bath. I’ll be back.” 

“I love you Seonghwa.” She mumbled to him. He kissed her head. “I love you too doll face.”

@mxnsxngie I hope you like it. Have a great day. <3

@life-is-glorious @choisoorin

[deadpool15]

Myra's Pov

"And that's exactly what I told your ass, stop hitting up the dude with the weird shaped hairline because if they can't take care of that, then they obviously don't care about themselves". Myra says as she is on the phone with her bestie Sonhee.

"I know, I know, wait a Damm minute speaking of hair isn't today like, what do you call it, ummmmmmm can you help me put Myra god," Sonhee says, frustrated while laughing. "It's called Myra's national wash-day, you bottom, literally knows nothing about me. And for your information, I'm simply waiting for my lovely girlfriend/help that doesn't know she is my help to pull up. " Sonhee looks at her with a face of curiosity, "You did not tell Bada to come to your house to help you with her hair, Myra Celine Johnson. "

"Omg, first of all, why are you out here saying my government name? That's like treason bitch, we are in foreign waters I told you about this. I don't even let people say my government name in America, now you out her in Korea saying my name knowing Damm well I'm not supposed to be here". Sonhee shakes her head and laughs, " You need to stop telling people you ain't supposed to be here before you get deported".

The front door bell rings continuously, letting Myra know that Bada has arrived and is tired of standing outside. "Welp, I got to go. My wife is at the door, girl, see you never. Sonhee just nods, " I'll pull up later to access the damage that you're about to put that poor girl through with all that thick ass hair you got bestie, byee love you."

Bada's Pov

Bada is standing at the door with a bag full of snacks and a bunch of combs that Myra needed for some reason. " Hey, my lovely Ocean, you look amazing, come on in." Myra says as Bada goes to sit on the couch until she realizes. "You only call me ocean when you need something, and here I was thinking we were just gonna relax." Myra sits on Bada's lap and grabs her face. " Baby, my beautiful ocean, the love of my life, the apple to my fruit." Bada grabs Myras' hips and smiles, " That's not even how you say that last phrase, sweetie, but what do you need, just lay it on me. Myra jumps up and grabs the snacks, setting them out on the couch, " so you know how I always struggle with my hair and my mamma is always like well if she came back home then you would struggle but you wanted to go to Korea for school and that badminton girl". Bada looks at you smiling, trying to hide her hurt expression with a bit of humor." Ouch, badminton really, thought she was finally coming around to me". Myra stops what she is doing immediately and grabs both of Bada's hand in hers. " Hey, hey look at me, my mom can be a bitch sometimes but that doesn't make you any less amazing then you already are ok . She isn't even upset with you she mad at me, because I chose to come to Korea for college instead of staying with her and going somewhere in Georgia, where she could literally sit there for the rest of my adulthood keeping tabs on me. She just thinks bad mouthing my amazing girlfriend, will make her feel slightly better", she then holds Bada close, " but we aren't gonna feed into that negative energy she has, my mom doesn't want any of is to grow up which is understandable, but we have to". Bada smiles at Myra with admiration, " so you think I'm amazing, huh?"

Myra just looks at her with the biggest smile on her face and says, " That entire conversation, and of course, the only thing you caught was how amazing Bada Lee is, just wow, babe. But you know what would make you more amazing helping wash and twist up my hair, you literally would have the wifey of the year award". Bada still in a daze just happily agrees, " sure babe". Myra jumps up again and skips to her room, " sit right there I'll get everything ready sweetie, I love you my ocean", Myra yells out in the room.

"I love you too, babe, so so much more that you'll ever know." Bada sits there thinking about how amazing her life has been since Myra has entered it. "My beautiful girl"......

[toomuchracket]

mads how about mrs mac going into labour, maybe even when Ross is on tour

combining with I can’t stop thinking about Ross just being so soft and caring whilst wifey is in labour also hope you feel better soon darling ❤️ (and thank you! i'm not really. but it is what it is)

let's talk about keir's birth. i think it happens during a show at least somewhere in the uk, if not london itself, because there's no way ross (or any of the boys, or d word girlie coordinating things) would even chance him being in a different part of the world from you for at least a month and a half before your due date - which, by the way, is two weeks later than the date keir ended up arriving on. anyway, there's genuinely a show scheduled for that day, and you're chilling backstage at it, laughing at eilidh shoving hairclips into both her dad and matty's hair, when you start to feel a bit... odd. you go to the toilets, with d word girly (not dating matty at this point, btw) being like "hmmm you look a bit out of sorts. i'll come with you"; thank fuck she does, because pretty much as soon as the door to the girls' toilets closes behind you, your water breaks. you start to say "babe, please go and get ross", but she's one step ahead of you, bless her, like "i'll get him, i'll make sure matty's got eilidh, i'll make some calls", and then she hesitates like "are you sure you'll be ok on your own?" - you wave her off, and it's fine because ross is at your side in under a minute, checking to make sure you're alright and hugging you like "we're alright, everything's alright. just means we get to meet our boy sooner than we thought, yeah?", and you're genuinely quite calm. the same can't be said for the other room, where the tour promoter is genuinely trying to suggest that the gig tonight could still go ahead because "matty plays bass, right?" - matty literally puts his hands over eilidh's ears so she cant hear him say "i can, but also no fucking way am i missing this. this baby is basically another sibling for me. we're rescheduling the gig. end of", and then looks at girly to be like "is that going to be too much extra work for you, darling?", to which she's like "matty our friends are having a baby it's worth it" lol. it takes a while until your contractions are close enough that you can go to the hospital, but the couple of hours' wait is fairly pleasant; you're not in too much discomfort, and you're content to just sit with your husband and daughter (who is hyped about the happenings) and let everyone fuss over you. when it's almost time for keir to make his entrance, you kiss eilidh goodbye and tell her to be good for everyone while she waits for her baby brother, and she skips off with matty holding one hand and girly holding the other (hellish for them i fear) so everyone can congregate at adam's, before mark drops you and ross at the hospital. it's a quick labour, relatively straightforward, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like fuck; as you push, ross half-hugs you as best he can, kissing your forehead and reassuring you like "i know it hurts, my love, but you're almost there. a few more pushes, and we'll have our baby boy. doing so well, i love you so much". when keir starts to properly make his debut in the world, you clutch your husband's hand so tightly that it's probably agonising, but he doesn't mention it at all, just keeps cooing praises and brushing your hair from your face, while the midwives keep you updated on how, um, increasingly present keir is lmao. with a final push, he's here, tiny baby cries filling the air and mixing with sniffles from mum and dad - ross weeps when he gets to cut the umbilical cord, crying even harder when he watches you do skin to skin with your son and then when he gets to meet him for the first time himself. keir's a far less fussy baby than his sister was, so it isn't long before ross is sitting holding him against his chest while you sleep, just rubbing keir's tiny little back and feeling so overwhelmed that his boy is here and healthy and hopefully happy. yeah, it's all just so so soft and sweet <3

[topguncortez]

26, 30, 32 and 9 for Coyote and Val, and Jake and Shy!wifey please

(There like my fav couples from what you have written, love them so much)

this got a lil long, I apologize! so I added the read more:) answers below the cut!

9. How are their personalities different?

Coyote & Val: Coyote is for sure the class clown, and Val is Ms Class President. Coyote is goofy, and he knows how to have fun, not saying Val doesn't either, but she's usually the one having to hold her husband up after a Saturday night at the Hard Deck. Coyote keeps Val young, and Val keeps Coyote in check.

Jake & Shy Wifey: It's like grump and sunshine. Jake is grumpy, and an ass, and rude, and mean to everyone around him, except her. And he is the only one who really gets to see the real her. He watches as she squeals over getting a new cross stitch, or how she puffs her chest out a bit when she finishes a crossword.

26. How do they comfort each other?

Coyote & Val: Coyote is a gift giver. He'll come home with flowers, or with some sort of small gift for Val when he knows she's had a day from hell. Val will make Coyote's favorite meal (exactly like his mother makes it too), and will rub his back for him.

Jake & Shy Wifey: They are both very touchy people when it comes to one another. So when either one is having a bad day or in need of comfort, they'll just go curl up with the other. Jake loves laying his head on her stomach, or being held like a koala. Shy Wifey loves sitting on his lap, and feeling his arms wrapped her.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Coyote & Val: Coyote is a sucker for neck kisses, oh he fucking loves it. First time Val kissed his neck, he nearly melted into a puddle. Val loves when he sits in between her legs, cause she can place all the kisses on his neck that she wants. Coyote loves to kiss Val's nose. He loves to see the way she scrunches her nose afterwards. Their daughters Jenna and Elena do the same thing.

Jake & Shy Wifey: Jake loves to kiss her forehead or the top of her head. She's so much shorter than him, so it's just easy to plant a kiss on the top of her head. She loves it too, because he holds her face in his large, warm hands. Shy Wifey loves to kiss Jake's cheek. He never had a girl kiss his cheek before, and she did it on their very first date. He had planned on kissing her and leaned in to do it, but she quickly turned and planted it on his cheek.

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

Coyote & Val: They usually come to some sort of middle ground. It might take a bit, might take a couple days, but there is always some sort of agreement. They try and never bring up past issues, or the topic of Javy's deployments/absences. Javy had worried that his job could be used against him, but Val understood what it was like being a Navy brat herself. They also try to never go to bed still mad at each other, so they'll cool down, talk it out and come to a settlement for that night.

Jake & Shy Wifey: these two hardly argue, but when they do, Shy Wifey just shuts down. She has never been good with arguments, or people being mad at her. So when Jake raises his voice at her, she breaks down and basically cowers from him. He feels awful, and she used to just give him the silent treatment. But as time progressed and she becomes more confident and comfortable around him, she has gotten better about telling him what made her upset and they talk it out. These two have the best communication in ALL of the Opposites Attract world.

OTP asks!

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

Tags: @katgalle, @savonline

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

34+35 | mark lee

synopsis: you gave mark a show (that’s it ;)

pairing: boyfriend!mark lee x female!reader

genre: VERY sexual

warning: oral sex! male receiving, gag reflex, daddy kink, a speck of degradation

word count: 2.7k

a/n: sorry i’ve been a little absent recently, i’ve been writing a whole bunch of fics to push out for you guys and i’m proud to say this is one of them!!! so without further ado, please enjoy :)

“yooo this is my song” you shout, putting down the paper tower and walking over to the tv, turning the volume up.

your words brought attention to mark and he looked up from his place on the couch. ‘what the hell is she wearing?’ he thought. you had on a long silk, deep red robe paired with black diamond-encrusted heels. damn did you look good.

you held the remote and sang into it acting as if it were a microphone. you look at mark and cock your eyebrow, giving him a quick smile.

“babe are you about to serenade m-“

“you might think I’m crazy, the way I been craving, if I put quite plainly, just gimme them babies” you cut him off. you walk over to mark and kneel, placing yourself in between his thighs. you have marks full undivided attention right now, his phone was off and set beside him while his eyes were watching your every move and action.

“what are you doing?” mark breathily whispers. you ignore him and continue the song.

(I'm gonna skip through the lyrics so this doesn’t drag out)

“I don't wanna keep you up, but show me, can you keep it up? cause then I'll have to keep you up, shit, maybe I'ma keep you up, boy” your free hand travels up his left thigh; you can hear the way his breath hitches at your touch, already seeing the bulge begin to form. you hand reaches the end of his thigh and wraps around his hip, squeezing it slightly.

“babe” mark bites his lip while looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you look into his eyes repeating the words.

“oh yeah? come here then baby” he says in a low tone. it makes you look down almost immediately. you were caught off guard by the words. you wanted that so bad. mark notices this action and takes the chance to place his fingertips on your shoulder and trail it down your chest to your boobs.

they were peeking out from under the robe and mark couldn’t help but touch, he wanted to do more than touch but the show you were giving was too good to abruptly stop. you look up again and take his hand away, placing it in his lap and you continue to sing.

“you drink it just like water, you say it taste like candy”

“oh, it taste better than that” mark bites his lip, and the bulge jerks under his pants. you notice the sentence and jerk under his pants but continue as if nothing had happened, but secretly you had been throbbing since you started the song. mark was just that powerful.

you sing a few more lines until you get to the best part. you stand up and sit on his lap, your back was to his chest. you could feel his hard-on right beneath your butt, you had the magic touch. his dick was straining under his pants and you could feel that. you could feel the way it was throbbing erratically under you and you just knew he could feel the way you were throbbing too because his hands reached for your thighs and squeezed them but you pushed both of them off.

“baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it, I'm a leave it open like a door, come inside it,” you grind your hips into him, hearing him groan. he works his hips up into yours trying to get as much action as he could but you stop him by holding his hips down. you then spread your legs and grab marks hand, placing it on your chest and guiding him down your boobs and sides.

his hand then stops at the end of your stomach and you move it down to your thigh, gripping it. you didn’t even have to grip his hand, mark took it into his own hands and did it on his own. he was so desperate at this point; this showed in the way he touched and grabbed at you.

“even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick, no” you lean back and sing into his ear lowly, emphasizing the first part; you were still holding the remote like it was a microphone. you look up at him, seeing only a little bit of his face since you were laying your head on his shoulder. you can't help but bring your finger up to his jaw and trace over it.

mark was so damn sexy. it was physically hard for you to sit near him and not touch him. you loved the curve and shape of his lips, looking at them way too often.

mark looked down at you, only seeing a little bit of your face. you could see more of his face when he turned, his cherry pink lips were the thing you saw the most. they were so tempting as if his lips were staring into your soul waiting for you to attach yours to them. mark leans down to kiss you but you can’t let that happen, not yet at least. you pull your head back and away from him, moving his hands and standing up. mark looks at you with a confused face.

“I know all your favorite spots, we can take it from the top, you're such a dream come true, make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh” you wink at him, smiling. his face breaks out a smile and he playfully rolls his eyes not being able to stay mad at you.

you put the remote down on the table and slip your robe off, under it you had on a black, laced, and see-through lingerie set. marks mouth dropped and his eyes widened. he was speechless, to say the least. you get into position nonetheless really about to give him a show.

“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you move your body smoothly, rolling your hips and then dropping to a squat, you turn to the side and bounce looking at mark the whole time. he was so focused on you and your movements. his eyes trailed up and down your body multiple times. he couldn’t get enough of the sight.

you repeat the words and stretch your hand out to the floor and slide your body against it. mark bites his lips looking at your ass and position. he wanted to ram into you right about now. the tip of his dick had to be red with anger at this point from all the teasing and visuals.

“means I wanna 69 with ya” you wink at him. he clenched his jaw. you finish out by slowly rolling your hips against the floor and shaking your ass a little bit, teasingly. you stare back into marks dark eyes. you were for sure about to be in a world of trouble, not responding to him, teasing him, and then pushing his hands off. he let you slide because he wanted to see the rest of your show but once it was done…

the song came to a stop and you stood up, grabbing your robe and putting it on but not tying it. another song played but you didn’t know it so you went to the tv and turned it down some. when you turned around the dark eyes were staring back at you just as intense as before. you cocked an eyebrow at him and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

mark clenches his jaw and gets up following after you. he was surprised by the sight, you were… cleaning. you picked up the paper towel once more and continued to wipe it down the counter. all dressed up to clean? mark couldn’t wrap his head around the concept. he looked down at your feet, cleaning in heels too? wtf?

“why are you cleaning in heels?” mark asked. he was curious, setting aside your little show from a few minutes.

“because it adds to the aesthetic” you walk over to the trash can and throw out the dirty piece of damp paper towel and walk over to the table, bending over it to grab something.

mark shakes his head and chuckles. “you're something else, you know that?” he notices the way your bent over the table and jumps at the opportunity.

he comes up behind you and rests his hands on your hips, pushing himself against you. “y/n” mark breathily whispers.

“yes, bub” you stand up not bothered by his movements.

“stop teasing me and give me what I want” he whines.

“mark im cleaning, I will later” you turn to face the front of him.

“no your gonna pay for what you just did now” he looks down at your outfit and before you know it your back is to the wall and his lips are on yours. the kiss is rough and fast but you don’t mind it. his lips travel to your neck and he rolls parts of your skin between his teeth.

“mark” you cry out.

“mm?”

“it feels so good” you close your eyes and but your lip.

mark doesn’t say anything and pulls away. you furrow your eyebrows and look at him.

“knees now” he commands and looks at you with dark eyes. you widen your eyes and sink to your knees almost immediately. he had you wrapped around his finger and that was obvious.

he unbuttons his pants and pulls his length out. unlike anything you had seen before his tip was bright red, frustrated from all the teasing. mark was above average, he wasn’t small but he wasn’t huge, he was just… right.

“suck” he taps the tip against your lips and your mouth expands almost immediately. you swirl your tongue around his tip and he slides it into your mouth. he groans and tries his hardest not to shove all of himself in your mouth.

you could feel him throbbing in your mouth as you bob your head up and down. he groans and holds the wall behind you.

“damn babe” he closes his eyes. he especially moans loudly when you deep throat him. you feel him shiver and his hand goes to your head. “just like that” he whispers and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

you look up at him through your eyelashes because you know that’s what sets him off. his head is thrown back along and his mouth is open, letting out a mix of moans and groans every two seconds. his sounds and noises were always so pretty to you.

his eyes open and he looks down at you, catching your eyes. his next thrust hits the back of your throat and you gag, retreating him out of your mouth. you cough, covering your mouth as your eyes begin to water.

“are you okay my love?” mark looks down at you with the most heartfelt eyes, leaning down to hold your face securely in his hands.

you nod and blink multiple times. “it’s fine” you grab his length and hold it up to your mouth, ready to take it once more.

“nope” he takes it from your grasp, tucking it back into his pants and pulling you up into his arms. “we're done for today let’s do something else” he kisses your forehead.

“mark you act as if I've never gagged on you before,” you say with a hoarse voice and chuckle.

“yeah but I feel like I'm hurting you every time” he pouts and runs his thumb across your lip. you shake your head and smile.

“no baby, I like gagging on you” mark widens his eyes at that.

“that’s some next-level kinky shit” he replies making you laugh. “hold up so… would you like it if I were to degrade you?”

“only during sex” you reply simply without hesitating. mark looks at you with an ‘I can’t believe you just said something like that’ face.

“what else don’t I know?”

“a lot of things. I just never bothered to tell you bc you already knew how to please me in different ways” you kiss his cheek. “like when your aggressive with me and your tone gets deeper.” you bite your lip and roll your eyes. “that drives me up the fucking wall.” he laughs at that.

“wait so I’m confused, do you want me to do those things?” he asks.

“if you want to, it doesn’t matter” you shrug and he shrugs along with you. it’s quiet for a few seconds. marks brain was trying to process all the information, while your brain was mentally laughing at his facial expressions.

“so do you wanna continue?” he smirks slightly.

“yes I do mark lee” you smirk back at him. “do you wanna continue?” you ask him teasingly, already knowing the answers.

“yes I do baby girl,” he grabs your hand turns you around so your back was against his chest. his hands reach down to your thighs and he grips them, making your breath hitch. “do you wanna suck me, or do you wanna be fucked?” his head digs into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. it made you shiver in his grip but he didn’t mind that so much that you could feel his lips form into a smirk.

“can’t decide so I want both” you lean into him, putting most of your weight on him.

“doesn’t work like that,” he says in a muffled tone, although you could still make out the words.

“it does in my book”

“nope one or the other”

“ why? that’s not fair” you protest.

“because… I get too sensitive” he says and you break out into an immediate smile.

“that’s why you rarely ever let me suck your dick and then fuck you right after” you think about all the times previous to this one. “that’s so cute aww” you turn into his arms so your face to face again and kiss his face. “my baby gets sensitive” your hands go to his waist and you grip it, making him jump in surprise.

“nope, stay in your place,” he takes your hands off of his waist and grabs your waist, pulling you flush against his body. the action made your stomach do flips, his hands were on your bare skin. “you’re the sub and I’m the dom, remember that” he says while hovering over your lips. your breath hitches as his hands glide down the side of your waist to your ass.

“mark” you moan softly.

“that’s not my name baby girl” he squeezes your ass tighter.

“daddy” you cry out, you could feel his bulge growing against you.

“that’s right babe. now, what other kinky things do you like?”

“i-i d-don’t k-know” you reply. his dick was poking at your black laced panties. it felt so good against your now erratically throbbing core. after a few seconds, you just couldn’t take it anymore, you begin to roll your hips slightly against him. you place your hands on his shoulders and press your body against his, you could feel his toned torso.

mark doesn’t say anything but instead, picks you up and takes you to the room. you hit his back very lightly in protest but he doesn’t respond to it. he puts you down on the bed and hovers over your body.

“you don’t know?”

“no” you shake your head and look up at him. he looked so sexy from this angle. you nearly combust at the sight of him all the time.

“how about I show you then,” he says lowly, looking at you with dark eyes.

“okay… daddy” you smirk and bite your lip.

mark leans up and bites his lip, looking at you all together. “you're so beautiful” mark mutters but you hear it. you immediately break out into a blush and smile softly.

“too bad I’m gonna have to ruin you tonight” his hand wraps around your throat, making your breath hitch.

“daddy” you whine out.

“you're my little slut now, you will obey me” his tone lowers and his grip on your neck gets tighter. your stomach did somersaults at his words. you could feel just how wet you were, you knew mark would call it out once he got to that point.

“yes daddy” you squeeze your eyes shut.

“good girl”

“now p-please fuck m-me” you bite your lip harshly and throw your head back when you feel his boner brush against your pussy.

“your wish is my command, baby girl”

[lifeofkaze]

Cherry Blossoms

Neville Longbottom x Reader

 A/N: Dear @nevilles-top​ you picked 🌸 and that’s what came of it. Enjoy Wifey C, love you loads 💛💚

Warning: NSFW, +18 only, exhibitionism (kinda?)

Word Count: ~ 1.900

Her neighbours had no decency.

Mrs. Poppy Wilson had always prided herself on living in a proper neighbourhood with proper families. But the new couple that had moved in next door had been a thorn in her side from the beginning. Well, they weren’t exactly new, they had moved in over a year ago; but they had been a source of aggravation ever since. Whenever she saw the two of them, they would touch each other, holding hands or even kiss in public. She wasn’t even sure they were married.

She was leaving her house on this egregiously hot day in late spring when the sound of cheerful whistling caught her attention. Peaking over the edge of her perfectly trimmed hedge, she saw her neighbour tending to blooming flowers in his front yard. Due to the heat, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looked perfectly scruffy and Mrs. Wilson stared at his exposed chest disdainfully, an indignant huff leaving her lips. Didn’t he care what people would think?

Startled at the sound, Neville Longbottom lifted his head and raised his hand in greeting with a mock smile as he saw his uptight old neighbour staring from beyond the edge of his garden. Not wanting to associate with the likes of him, Mrs. Wilson turned on her heel and marched off.

 *

But Mrs. Wilson hadn’t been the only one observing the scene.

You watched the old hag make her way to her car before your attention turned back onto the sight unfolding before you. Neville had been working in the blazing heat for the better part of an hour now. You could see from your spot by the window kitchen how he wiped the sweat off his brow before lumping another sack of garden soil onto his worktable underneath the blossoming cherry tree dominating the place.

Neville had gotten the tree for you as a birthday present last year, because he knew how much you loved the sight of it in bloom. It had been way smaller back then, but of course Neville knew the odd trick to make it grow into a magnificent tree much faster than it would have under normal circumstances. It bloomed longer and brighter than others, often drawing wondrous glances from people passing by.

You watched in awe as he expertly tended to the plants he had been growing over the course of the winter. A shiver ran down your spine as you saw how tenderly he handled the small seedlings, imagining how his rough hands would feel on your heated skin right now.

Neville was fully concentrated on his task, the tip of his tongue, which you knew he could work wonders with, slightly peeking out between his luscious lips. Not being able to withstand his gravity any longer, you grabbed two glasses and a jug of lemonade, carefully bearing your charge outside on a tray.

His face instantly lit up as he saw you approaching. He gracefully accepted the drink you offered him, gulping the first glass down in mere seconds. You could imagine how hot his flushed skin must be from working in the sun, the speckled shadows of the branches of the cherry tree not casting a lot of shade.

As he poured himself another glass, he caught you staring.

“What?” he smirked, his mouth curving into that crooked smile that never failed to make your stomach dip.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, blushing a bright red. To overplay the situation, you hastily set your glass to your lips, letting the cool drink wash down your throat in deep gulps.

You heard Neville chuckle deeply as he set down his own glass, moving over to you.

“Someone seems thirsty today.”

You almost spit out your drink again. Coughing from surprise, you couldn’t help but stare at his lean arms that crossed in front of his chest. You didn’t get that kind of muscles from working out; they were shaped by the hard physical work Neville loved to do so much.

Noticing you were staring again, you knew you might as well be honest. “Can you blame me? I mean, look at you all being topless and scruffy like that,” you whined.

Neville’s smile widened and his eyes sparkled with amusement. “I meant the drink,” he laughed.

As he saw the shade of your face deepen, he reached for the belt you wore to cinch your dress in and hooked his finger under it, pulling you towards him.

“But if that is what you need...”

He didn’t finish his sentence but you wouldn’t have listened anyway. Your breath hitched as you felt Neville’s breath against your ear, then his lips on your neck as his mouth planted light, feathery kisses on your skin.

You sighed appreciatively at the tingling he left on your skin before you turned your head around to meet his lips. The kiss was tender at first, but it quickly deepened, desire rising in both of your chests. Neville moaned against your mouth as you nipped his bottom lip, grabbing you by the waist and turning you around. Without breaking your contact, he steered you backwards until your back hit the wooden wall of the tool shed next to the cherry tree.

A gasp escaped you as Neville’s hands travelled down your sides, firmly gripping your thighs and hoisting you up, now only held up by his body and the shed behind you. You wrapped your legs around him and buried your hands in his hair, feeling his growing erection press against you.

The support he gave you suddenly shifted as he let go of one of your thighs to nestle with the clasp of your holder-neck dress. It quickly came undone and Neville lost no time in pulling it down, exposing your bare chest to the sunlight. You dipped your head back as his tongue teasingly played with one of your nipples, while a gentle breeze caressed your bare skin.

“What about the neighbours?” you barely manage to rasp out, concentration rapidly dwindling at Neville gently sucking on your tits.

“They’re out,” Neville hummed, the vibration of his words making you shudder.

All your concerns were drowned in a cry of pleasure as Neville’s hand pushed the hem of your dress up further and let this thumb run over your clit through the fabric of your panties. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you absolutely mad.

Your hands still tangled in his hair gripped tighter and you bit down on where his shoulder and his neck connected; not hard, but hard enough to coax a hungry groan from your man.

There was nothing but heat now, around you from the blazing sun, inside you from the rhythmic circles Neville’s skilled fingers were drawing. As he noticed your squirming against him, he withdrew his hand.

“Slowly now, doll,” he growled into your ear. “I don’t want to miss out on all the fun.”

He set you down to let you remove your panties. You immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him into the direction of the door to the shed. You didn’t think you could wait any longer to feel him inside you.

But Neville didn’t move. He pulled you back towards him, the fly of his jeans now open; he hadn’t pulled his trousers down more than he had to. At the sight of his hard cock waiting for you, you bit your lower lip, anticipation coursing through your body like an electric surge.

“Come on, now,” you whined impatiently, but Neville shook his head.

“The weather’s beautiful darling. I want to feel the sun on my back when I do you in by every trick in the book.

With that his arms encircled you again. He pushed you back against the wall and groaned as you propped one of your legs up on the nearby table, granting him unobstructed access to your dripping pussy.

“What are you waiting for then?” you moaned, knowing full well how to turn your man on even more.

With a flash in his eyes, Neville buried his face in your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as he pushed his cock inside you. By now, you were so wet for him, he didn’t lose any time by waiting for you to adjust, but started pounding into you in a demanding rhythm that took your breath away.

The breeze from before had picked up, sending a shower of light pink flowers down on you. You would have laughed at the cheesy scenery of you being fucked by Neville in a whirl of blossoms, but you didn’t even notice.

Everything around you had faded, everything but Neville and the way your laboured breaths came in unison with the grinding of your bodies against each other. Your head swam with passion, and you raked your nails across Neville’s bare back as you felt your release draw nearer.

After a few more thrusts the knot that had been building inside your stomach was close to bursting, when you suddenly heard the door of a car slam shut and the unmistakable scuffing step of your nosey neighbour drawing nearer.

You slowed down for a brief second, knowing full well the drama that would ensue if she saw the two of you getting it off in your garden.

But you were so close and Neville, sensing your hesitation, locked eyes with you, holding your gaze. He held a finger to his lips, motioning for you to be silent, all the while maintaining the constant rhythm of his thrusts.

He brought his hand down and laid it on your clit again, rubbing over your sweet spot with his thumb. You couldn’t keep it together any longer. Your orgasm exploded with might, the waves of pleasure making you shiver uncontrollably, threatening to drown you. You clung to Neville for dear life, your head filled with his scent of earth and sunscreen and passion.

Neville silenced your muffled cry of pleasure with a searing kiss, your body shuddering against him and the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock sending him over the edge as well. He groaned against your mouth, all care forgotten.

 *

Mrs. Wilson was annoyed.

Not only had she missed her train into town and had been forced to return home early, she was still flustered at the audacity of her neighbour’s shirtless gardening antics.

When she entered her front yard, she furrowed her brow. If she hadn’t known any better, she could have sworn she had heard a muffled scream from the other side of the thick hedge separating their gardens.

What were those unruly people up to again?

With determination she marched to the spot where she knew the foliage of the hedge was thin enough to look through.

And sure enough, as she peeked through the bushes, she saw her neighbours both outside now, sitting at the wooden worktable under their outrageously blooming cherry tree. They were sipping lemonade and stole kisses now and again.

She huffed indignantly, the sound of it drawing their attention. As they saw her face through the gap in the hedge, they raised their glasses in salute, laughing more happily than they had any right to.

As they started kissing again, Mrs. Wilson turned around and rolled her eyes.

She’d had enough of these people.

No decency whatsoever.

[troubatrain]

adore you - m. tkachuk

a/n: when i asked for fics to bring back i had a few people ask me for this one - i have the biggest soft spot for this fic because it was the first one that ever got a decent amount of notes on my old blog so I hope you guys love it a second time :)

Matthew Tkachuk was the bane of your existence. He was egotistical, a little dumb and flat out annoying. But, no matter what you did you could never get rid of him. You were forced to spend time with him because your best friend, Hannah, was dating his teammate, Noah. You actually liked Noah, he was kind and extremely good to Hannah. You couldn’t understand how he put up with Matthew and you honestly had a second thought about your friendship when he explained to you that they’d played together on US teams when they were younger too. 

Matthew had been a nightmare since the first night you met, when Hannah went on and on about how she thinks you guys should meet because you’d be perfect together. As usual, you told her you weren’t looking for anything right now, because you were just too busy for it. But, you went along anyway and Hannah introduced the two of you. You’d never met a more annoying human being in your life, who was so sure you were going to sleep with him that night that you ended up chewing him out in the middle of the bar. When you’d finally finished ranting, he just went on about how cute you looked when you were mad at him and you felt your blood boil. That was two months ago, and in those two months he’d spent every waking moment of his day trying to bother you about something.

Which would explain why, as you were home catching up on some work, there was a knock on the door of your apartment and you already knew who it was. You’d opened the door and like you’d received once a week for almost a month, there was someone delivering a bouquet of flowers for Mrs. Tkachuk. You’d signed for them, not bothering to explain to yet another random delivery man that you were not in fact married and tossed them immediately in your garbage. Snapping a picture and sending it to Matthew like you’d done every other time.

Glad you signed that contract, because you’re going to go broke sending me flowers.

You’re worth every penny wifey ;)

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, annoyed with how often this went on. You called Hannah who’d been the cause of all of this in the first place, and waited for her to pick up the phone.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Hannah asks.

“If Matthew sends me another bouquet of flowers you can tell Noah he’s going to have one less teammate,” You practically growl into the phone, hearing Noah’s laugh in the background.

“Give Chucky a chance Y/N, the kid wants to marry you,” Noah says, taking the phone from his girlfriend’s hand.

“He’s a nightmare Noah,” You say, sighing into the phone.

“He ADORES you,” Noah explains, “He literally never stops asking about you, speaking of, are you coming to Sean’s party with us tonight?”

“Will you keep Matthew away from me?” You ask, deciding that’s the only way you’d want to even go.

“Yes, I will try and keep Chucky away from you,” Noah promises and you reluctantly agree to go to the party, earning a cheer from Hannah through the phone.

--

When you get to the party, it’s in full swing. The room is filled with people you knew and didn’t and you were honestly shocked Sean knew this many people. You were thankful though, because you knew it would be extremely easy for you to avoid Matthew all night. 

You were doing great with your initial plan of avoiding Matthew. You were having a good time, dancing and drinking with your friends. You definitely were drunk but so was everyone else at the party. You’d escaped to go to the bathroom, walking down the hallway to one of the bathrooms in Sean’s large home. You stopped in front of his wedding photos, looking at the pictures from his nuptials that happened the summer before. 

“When we get married it’ll be even better than Sean’s,” You hear behind you and instantly knew was standing behind you, “Think about it you can plan one of those pinterest weddings, we’ll get hitched, I’ll take us on a sick honeymoon and we can hang our wedding photos in some big old house together.”

“You’re insufferable,” You say, turning around to face the pest behind you, but when you turned your heel caught the edge of the rug you were standing under and you stumbled, falling directly into Matthew in front of you.

“And you’re drunk,” Matthew says, holding you up so you don’t hit the floor.

“I’m fine,” You say, your words slurring together more than you’d intended, you push yourself away from Matthew to stand up yourself.

“No you’re not, I saw you, you had like 4 shots with Hannah,” Matthew says, knowing just how much you’d had to drink.

“How do you even know that, stalker,” You say back, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I was keeping an eye on you, there’s a lot of people here, and you’re absolutely oblivious,” Matthew says and just as he was saying something genuinely kind, he had to ruin it.

You shook your head at his comment, “You’re honestly the worst.”

“I know, can I get you home now?” Matthew says, holding up his keys.

“I can get home myself,” You say, stumbling over your own feet when you try and move down the hallway.

“Y/N please let me just get you home safe, no funny business I swear,” Matthew promises, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still.

You push his arm off of you, “You’ve never done anything funny in your life, and fine.”

Matthew smiles at the insult, “Thank you, c’mon wifey we gotta get you home.”

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, pulling you out of the house and down the street to where his car was parked. He opens the door of the black Audi, letting you slide in. Hopping into the driver’s seat, he starts the car to head to your apartment.

“You drive a less douchier car than I thought,” You say, taking in the views of Calgary as you drove through the city.

“I think that was almost a compliment,” Matthew says, laughing.

“Your taste in music is terrible though,” You say, pointing to the top 40 story that was playing on the radio.

“There it is,” Matthew says, pulling in front of your building, turning his car off.

“I can get up to my place myself,” You say, opening the door to get out of the car.

Matthew sighs, “Please Y/N.”

“Whatever,” You mutter, not in the mood for an argument. You both ride up the elevator to your floor in silence, walking down the hallway to your apartment.

“Thank you by the way,” You say, opening the door to your apartment.

“Anytime,” Matthew says, heading back down the hallway, “By the way, I meant it, I’m marrying you one day.”

You shake your head and shut the door, heading to get ready for bed.

--

The next week Matthew and yourself had gone back to your normal bickering. You didn’t think much into the weird conversation you’d had in Sean’s house, unsure of why Matthew was so concerned with getting you home safe. It bothers you for a small amount of time, until you heard him compliment your ass from across Noah’s kitchen and you knew things had gone back to normal. With the All Star break over and Matthew flying back to Calgary you knew your small vacation from his pestering would be over.

But, you were packing to head to Edmonton with Hannah to go see your parents. The two of you were both from Edmonton, moving to Calgary to go to college together. While Hannah's hockey loyalty switched over to the Flames the day Noah asked her to be his girlfriend, you were still a big Oilers fan, only cheering for the Flames because of your friends with Noah and his teammates. But, after the game right before the break, in which Matthew couldn’t stop being a rat and running his mouth in the media, you were almost excited to go to the game. Looking forward to watching him get roughed around a little bit. You pack the Kassian jersey you’d bought recently, knowing you’d be going to the game with Hannah and looking forward to pissing Matthew off beyond belief. 

--

You’d spent the first couple of days in Edmonton, catching up with your family and friends that lived there. You were excited to have had the couple of days home, spending time with your parents and reaping the benefits of having your mom take care of you for a few days. 

You were standing in your childhood bedroom, packing up some stuff to bring back with you on your drive back to Calgary the next morning. You finished packing and slipped on your outfit for the game, putting on the Kassian jersey you’d packed. You hear Hannah beep her horn outside of your parents house, and you head out the door to see her.

“You didn’t actually buy that,” Hannah shakes her head in disbelief, thinking you were kidding when you’d told her about the jersey a couple of weeks prior.

“If Matthew gets to spend every waking moment of his life irritating me, I’m going to do the same back,” You shrug, “Plus we’re in Edmonton, it’s fine.”

Hannah sighs, “I wish I understood you guys.”

The rest of the car ride is spent catching up on how you’d both spent the last few days. Arriving at the arena, you both head in, sitting at the seats Noah had gotten for the both of you. You were right against the ice, on the Flames side of course, watching them skate for pregame warm ups. You see Noah spot you, shaking his head at your choice in jersey. You see him skate over to Matthew and point in your direction, the curly haired menace turning his attention over to you. His nostrils flare out, and he skates directly into the boards in front you, knocking your beer on the ledge to the ground.

“I cannot stand you,” You say, annoyed you’d have to go get another drink.

“Look at what you’re fucking wearing,” You hear him say before skating away, spending the rest of warm ups away from you.

“He’s mad Y/N,” You hear Hannah say, pointing to Matthew across the ice.

“Good,” You say, sipping on the beer you had to go get after Matthew knocked the first one over.

The game was off to a hot start, and hits were flying in true Battle of Alberta fashion. The entire crowd was waiting to see if Matthew would finally drop his gloves with Kassian after the media circus that ensued after their last meeting. When he finally does, you feel Hannah grab your arm, taking your attention away from your phone and you look up watching Matthew square up against Kassian. You watch him throw punch after punch, finally knocking him to the ground, Matthew looking over at you as he skates over to the box.

The rest of the game was intense, ending in a 3-4 shootout win for the Flames. You head to the locker rooms, waiting outside for Noah. The team starts to roll out one by one, looking exhausted from the hit heavy game they just played.

“You’re not actually wearing that right now,” You hear Johnny say, laughing as he comes up to you, “You must have put Chucky’s mind in a blender.”

“I’m sure he’ll recover,” You say, spotting Matthew leaving the locker room, making a beeline over to you.

“Sorry I had to give your boy a beating tonight,” He says, still a little mad at you.

“Yeah I just love him, the whole team actually,” You say, trying to rile him up.

He glares at you, before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “Nineteen’s a better number for you don’t you think?”

You ignore the chill that climbs up your spine when he places his hand on the small of your back, “Over my dead body.”

Matthew shakes his head and walks down the hallway to head back to the team’s hotel, not letting you know that seeing you in that Oilers jersey made his skin crawl.

--

When you arrive back in Calgary, you’d gotten four texts from Matthew, asking you if you’ve gotten back to your apartment yet. When you finally do, there’s a box at the door, a large red bow on top. Your gut says it’s from Matthew, and your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the box and revealed a Flames jersey, the number nineteen glaring at you. You pick up the card and nearly gag at the writing

Looks better than orange and blue babe - Matty

You think about tossing the jersey in the trash like you’d done with every bouquet of flowers he sent you, but you something wouldn’t let you. You leave the box on the island in your kitchen, deciding you’ll do something about it later. You set down the box and look at your phone, checking your texts to see Hannah had texted you to see if you were going to meet her out after Noah’s game tonight. You debate it internally for a moment, but decide to go out.

--

Later that night, you arrive at the bar and instantly spot the large group of hockey players standing in the corner. You walk over and immediately hear the sound of Matthew’s laugh, giggling at some stupid joke he probably told. You catch up with everyone and head over to the bar to grab a drink. While you’re waiting to get the bartender’s attention, you feel a hand on the small of your back and turn around to see Matthew standing behind you.

“You look incredible tonight,” Matthew whispers in your ear, flagging down the bartender with ease.

“I can’t believe you followed me over here,” You say, turning your back to him.

“I can’t believe you don’t want to be with me,” Matthew says, “We’d make such cute babies.”

Matthew drones on about how if you guys had kids, they’d probably have his hair but he wants them to have your smile. It would be cute if you didn’t know he was doing it to get under your skin. Your eyes scan the bar, seeing a group of girls pointing to Matthew and whispering, probably about the Flames resident pest being out at the bar. 

“Don’t you have a fan club to entertain,” You say, nodding your head towards the girls.

“I could talk to you all night and I’d still take one of those girls home,” Matthew smirks back at you and while you’d usually feel your blood boil at the comment, you felt something different. A pang of jealousy washes over you at the thought of Matthew giving his attention to someone who wasn’t you. You’d had it for so long, and something in your gut said you didn’t want anyone else to have his attention the way you did. You look at him for a moment, taking his blue eyes and crooked smile, and relishing in the way his hand on your back feels.

You sigh, “You could just take me home.”

You see Matthew choke on his beer, “I can - I - what?”

You giggle at his reaction, his usually cocky demeanor diminishing as you finally decide he can have what he wants, “You can take me home,” you repeat again, running your fingertips along his arm.

“You’re fucking with me,” Matthew says in disbelief.

“I’m not, but you have to promise me something,” You say and he nods, prompting you to finish your statement, “I can still plan the wedding.”

Matthew laughs at the reminder of what he told you at Sean’s party, “You can have whatever you want babe.”

You grab his hand and lace his fingers with yours, leading him out of the bar and into his car. Matthew knew that once he finally got you, he wasn’t going to let you go.

[hannahshattuck]

Really?!?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Here’s an idea that I’ve had swimming in my brain for a bit of time. Hopefully you enjoy it! 

Summary: Chris is doped up on meds and forgets you’re his wife.

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When the Evans brothers get together, it’s like a hurricane blew through. They tend to get...rowdy at times. Many ice packs have been handed out while you give both boys the mother glare. Luckily neither one have had to take a trip to the emergency room...yet. 

Being married to an Evans mean you are obligated to join the Evans family and friends picnic, not like you would protest anyway. You were sitting on one of the patio chairs talking with one of Chris’s sisters. Chris, Scott, and a couple of their friends were playing football like a group a guys do. It wasn’t necessarily tackle football but every once in a while someone would be on the ground.

“And HIKE!!” One of the guys yelled. You turned you attention just as Chris caught the ball. He was moving through some of his friends until he tripped over something and rolled over his ankle. The moment Chris screamed in pain you got up and ran over to him. 

“CHRIS!! Oh my god!!! Let me take a look.” You moved to look at his ankle. You’re an EMT so you knew how to tell if it was broken or just sprained. “I’m going to have to take your shoe and sock. And yes this is going to hurt.” You told his friends that gathered to hold him down because you did not need an injury from Captain America himself. 

He groaned, loudly, in pain has you removed his shoe and sock. As you looked at his ankle you could definitely tell it was broken. You sighed before you looked up at Chris. You’re heart broke when you saw his face screwed up on pain. “It’s broken sweetheart.” He groaned a bit as he heard that. 

You had Scott and a couple friends help you get Chris into your car to take him to the hospital. You have them lay him in the backseat and Chris’s mom, Lisa, handed you a throw pillow from the couch to elevate his ankle. You thank her and hop in the driver seat. You heard Chris groan every time you hit a bump in the road, heart breaking just a bit know you’re causing him pain.

You made it to the hospital and told him you’d be back. You jogged inside and saw one of your friends who is a nurse. You went up to her and told her what happened and if she could help bring him in. She grabbed two male nurses to help. You led them to your car so you all could get him. 

As you opened the door he glared at you. “About time.” You rolled your eyes chalking it up to him being in pain. Once they got him in, checked in, on a bed, and given lots of pain meds, the doctor came in and said they’re going to have to do surgery to fix it. 

“How soon can we do it?” Chris mumbled, clearly still in some pain. 

“Well, our surgeon is booked the rest of the day so the best we can do is early tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.” The doctor stated. Chris groaned when he heard that. You held his hand, thumb rubbing up and down. Chris turned his head to look at you with tears in his eyes. It took a lot to make him that upset. “I’ll leave you two be.” 

“I’m sorry, hun. I wish there was something I could do.” You wiped away a tear that fell. “I bet they will give something so you can sleep.”

He sniffled, “It hurts.” You knew he was in a lot of pain because, even with the stunts he was allowed to do, he never hurt himself other than a bruise or scrape here and there. All you could do is hold his hand and run your fingers through his hair to calm him. 

A few mins later two nurses came in, one with recliner and blanket for you and the other with meds for Chris. “One is for the pain and the other is to help you sleep.” The nurse explained. Chris grunted out a ‘thank you’. The nurse gave a small chuckle and patted his shoulder. You thanked both of the nurses as they left. 

Chris turned his head and looked at you with droopy eyes and a sleepy smile. You could tell that the meds were working which was good. “Get some sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here.”

The next morning came quicker which is a good thing. The nurse had you take Chris’s wedding ring since you were there. You gave Chris a quick peck on the lips and one more on his forehead. 

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Two and a half hours later, Chris was taken to a recovery room. Scott came to keep you company and because he felt bad. The nurse informed the two of you that he would still be out of it due to the anesthesia but you could go see him. You and Scott chatted for a bit when you heard Chris stir. You sat in the chair next to his bed. He opened his eyes a bit but you could tell he was out of it.

“Hey. How you feeling?” You asked gently as you grabbed his hand.

He made eye contact with you and his eyes got wide. “Woah...you’re really, really pretty. But I’m married and I think my wife might be mad if she saw you talking to me.” His words were slurred a bit due to the drugs. You and Scott looked at each other and laughed.

“Bro, she is your wife.” Scott said between laughter.

Chris stared at Scott for a bit and then looked at you. “REALLY?!?” He then looked at Scott, “I did good, man.”

You and Scott just chuckled. You pulled his ring out of your pocket. “Here sweetheart. Give me your hand.” You put his ring on his finger and brought his hand up to your lips for a kiss. You could tell he was starting to get sleepy again. “Why don’t you get some sleep? You’re going to have a bit of a recovery.” 

“Okay, wifey.” Chris said half asleep.

“Sweet dreams, hubby.” You chuckled. 

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Ok...u got my attention...💘 for skuldugery and cassandra

OH BOY I GOT ONE

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how

Okay so when they first meet, it's way back before he met Skugwife, when he was on-again-off-again with China and Ghastly and making his way up the ranks in the Sanctuary army.

A dashing young officer with an impressive inheritance and a string of victories under his belt would've been prime 1600s marriage real estate. They meet at some Sanctuary party, dance together a bit, get along very well. Skug was already arrogant and vain, but he was also charming and funny, which was a bonus, and they were social equals - she's from a wealthy, landed family herself. She was interested in him and they were in each other's social circle from around his mid-20s to when he met Wifey and fell disgustingly in love, at which point she conceded defeat and let him go.

It's actually Gordon who brings them back into each other's lives in the 1980s. They've both changed a lot since they last saw one another and she's not really sure what to make of him. He's colder, more serious, and she knows he's lost...pretty much everyone. When she tells him to come by anytime, he's polite but detached and basically says that's not a good idea, so she doesn't expect to see much of him in the future. But he comes back some months later with a difficult case to ask if she's seen anything, and from that point on they work together sporadically, if she has any visions that might be useful to him.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

They rekindle their flirtation after he comes back in Dark Days. He's not okay, not in the slightest, and she can see it. He's faking being okay, but he's overselling it. She knew him through the period where his mother was killed, and he tried to play that off the same way. He ends up driving out to her cottage at some ungodly hour of the early morning because he's falling apart and he doesn't really have anywhere else to go. she takes him in, sits with him until long after the sun comes up and lets him talk it out until he's dozing off where he's sitting.

By the War of the Sanctuaries, they're Together.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

She was rather taken with him when they first met. She liked to think of herself as the future Mrs Captain Pleasant. He was attracted to her, but also otherwise entangled and considerably less invested.

When they get back together, it's more. Falling in love at the same time.

where their first date was and what it was like

They've spent a lot of time together, usually at her cottage, already. But he gets it into his head he wants to take her on an actual date, and she's a homebody, so he decides to make her dinner. It's kind of a disaster because he hasn't had to cook anything in hundreds of years - he follows a recipe, but he still manages to burn it and get food absolutely everywhere with the electric whisk. He's pretty frustrated and upset that he ruined it, but she finds it hilarious, and they end up cuddling on the couch with takeout and a movie.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

She gives him a key. She prefaces it with a big speech about how it doesn't have to mean anything, he just spends so much time there that he might as well be able to let himself in, and she wants him to have somewhere he really feels safe and comfortable and her place can be that for him if he wants, and -

He kisses her mid-speech, so she never gets to finish it.

who proposes first

He does. She'd never bring up marriage to him, when she knows how his first one ended. She can't be completely sure he's done grieving his first love, and she doesn't want to hurt him, so it's better not to bring it up.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

It's not a secret at all. Valkyrie still goes nearly a decade without noticing.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

They're in bed together first thing in the morning. He doesn't remember the last time he was this relaxed and happy. He watches her wake up and she cuddles closer into him with the squinty morning-sun-in-your-face look and he never thought he'd love this much again and it just. Comes out.

who’s more dominant

Neither, really. They're very much a team. She tempers his recklessness, and he gives her a nudge out of her comfort zone. She has the same ability Wifey had, though, to wrangle him without ever letting on that she's doing it.

where their first kiss was and what it was like

He was totally drained after unloading a year's worth of torture on her post-Dark Days, and she was trying to comfort him. It doesn't lead anywhere - she puts him to bed on her couch and stays with him so he feels safe enough to switch off and sleep.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

She buys him a hideous Christmas sweater the first year they're officially together, but has yet to successfully bully him into wearing it.

how into pda they are

They're your average couple. If she drops in on him at the Sanctuary, she'll kiss him goodbye. He'll put his arm around her when they're walking, or let her hold his hand. But neither of them is an exhibitionist.

who holds the umbrella when it rains

He does. He could easily just redirect the rain, but she likes nature stuff and that includes getting soaked through on occasion, kissing him in the rain, and splashing through puddles.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Her cottage, more often than not. He'll happily take her out whenever she wants to, but she's a homebody at heart and she's more fond of going for long walks in the countryside near her home or cooking together, watching old movies, that sort of thing.

who’s more protective

Him, by a million miles. She doesn't necessarily like the amount of violence in his life, but to her he's very much the capable soldier who can look after himself. But she is a pacifist and very into the hippie ideology, so especially after the Night of Knives, she relies on him to protect her. He knows damn well that the only reason he didn't lose her the same night Finbar died is because he just happened to be sleeping over and the would-be assassin got more than he bargained for.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

Probably circa KOTW? It can't have been Death Bringer, or he'd have asked her to the Requiem Ball.

if they argue about anything

Not often. She's one of the most emotionally healthy people in this series, and she's the closest Skulduggery Pleasant has ever gotten to therapy. She's all about communication and talking it out.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Skug.

who steals whose clothes and how often

She steals his jackets and coats. She'll wear something just a little too light for the weather, so that he'll inevitably offer her his suit jacket. It's an old way of courting that she finds very endearing.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

They bring out the Old Person in each other. They like to go for long walks, and picnics, and dancing to old gramophone records. They read books and bicker about how much they did or didn't enjoy them. She likes to garden and paint, and he's not half bad at art either, so they'll paint each other and laugh about it.

how long they stay mad at each other

They don't. They argue very little in the first place, but Cassie is very communicative, so she usually manages to head off any potential arguments before they even start.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

She has hot chocolate, and he has his black.

if they ever have any children together

No - but if he was ever going to have children with anyone else, it should probably be Cassie. She's sensible, level-headed and emotionally healthy, so he could be the same loving-but-irresponsible dad he was with Skugbab.

if they have any special pet names for each other

She's "Cassie" and he's usually "sweetheart" or "lovey".

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

He "moves into"/spends most of his time at her little hippie hobbit hole, so nothing matches, tapestries everywhere, Interesting™ colour schemes, fuckin...crystals and tarot cards and witchy shit everywhere. They both have to make some compromises ("You don't bug me about making the bed and I won't play the banjo in the shower")

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Very inappropriate to talk about at parties.

He's a Christmas grouch, but he did get two days off work, so they basically spent the entire time eating, fucking or fast asleep.

what their names are in each other’s phones

She's just "Cassie" but that makes her one of the few people in his phone not to be "Firstname Lastname". He's "SP".

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

They can never really make plans for set days or times because of his incredibly erratic work schedule, but they make time every week to just spend time together. Unless the world is ending, which it usually does at least once a year.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

She falls asleep first at a sensible hour, and wakes up when he gets in. If she sleeps through him coming home, he'll stay up for an hour or two to work on a case, but if he wakes her, he'll go straight to bed and she'll go back to sleep with him holding her.

After the Night of Knives, she gets very anxious and stressed about being alone, especially when she hears the door open. So he'll call and wake her when he's leaving the Sanctuary, so that she knows to expect him home, and he's at the end of the phone any time she wants to get hold of him.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

He's the big spoon like 70% of the time, but she's not opposed to letting him be the little spoon at all. Even the strongest general sometimes needs a good snuggle.

who hogs the bathroom

Cassie likes to take a book into the bath and spend hours in there. He'll come in and out as he pleases and sometimes do her hair for her or swipe bubbles on her nose.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Skug. This is, apparently, one of the greatest benefits to having him around all the time. He's glad she's comfortable enough with him to be honest that she's using him for his spider removal skills.

[the-fiction-witch]

Control P7

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SWEET + SCARY AF!

I sat at the table finishing up the paperwork, "All done?" she asks as she brought me a cup of coffee

"All done, did you want to go and send it?"

"maybe tomorrow Benny, I don't wanna go out today" she says sitting across from me,

"Okay well send it off tomorrow." I smiled

"and buy an extra lock for the door"

"why?"

"You know... just incase"

"Mikey is not going to come all the way here just because he's mad at you y/n. I'm sure he'll get the news drink himself to sleep you have nothing to worry about" I reasured her holding her hand

"and if he doesn't"

"Then I promise, I'll protect you."

"you can't protect me from everything benny."

"Yes I can. I won't let anything bad happen to you"

"Thank you benny" she smiled

"You're welcome. and as soon as its all clear I promise we can go out and find you a nice pretty ring" I told her

"I'd like that" she smiled getting up and cuddling me so I happily hugged her close to pulling her to sit on my lap so I could hold /her as close as possible "I love you" she smiled into my neck

"I love you too y/n." I told her giving her nose a kiss "Now that's all done, you wanna play chess before bed?"

"No thank you benny, I think I'd like a nice big bubble bath"

"Ohh? would... mind if I joined you little lady?"

"What in my bubble bath?"

"Yeah"

"I'm not sure the bath is big enough for us both benny"

"I'm small" I shrug

"Yes and I'm not"

"Y/n. will you get this propitious notion out of your head. you are not fat. you are not large your a size Y/C/S for goodness sake"

"So, that's still bad" "It's not bad, it's lovely. I like you just the way you are, your lovely and comfy" I smiled laying my head on her chest "and squishy" I smiled pulling her closer to me "and... how could I forget about these" I smirked grabbing my breasts

"Benny!" she argues giggling the whole time "You wouldn't want me to be skinner?"

"Not unless you really wanted to be" I shrug "would you rather I was.. more muscular? with Budging muscles and a six pack?"

"No, I like you how you are Benny" she smiled giving me a kiss

"Good, I like you how you are too" I told her "However I do need to get more in shape"

"why?"

"Because somebody, keeps feeding me delicious cakes and things." I told her "I have a tummy now" I complain moving her hand to the little bit of a stomach I now had due to eating so many sugary things that she keeps baking me

"I'm sorry benny" she giggled

"It's fine there all lovely, and very delicious the issue is you make me a plate of cookies or a cake every day, and there is only two of us little lady. You make a big delicious plate of your triple chocolate cookies and you put them in front of me there's nothing to stop eating them, That and I have to get in shape and stuff for the tournaments"

"Ummm, you are the most attractive chess player in the world" she giggled

"Second, only to you little lady" I smirked giving her a kiss "Maybe I don't have to anymore, not like I need to impress anyone. When I'm marrying the most beautiful girl in the world" "Awww Benny" she giggled "i know how you could work out" she giggled

"Ohh? how is that?" I asked her she got up and pulled me up with her

"I'll be your weight" she giggled

"will you now?" I laughed "alright, but you can't complain where my hands go then. I like to... have a firm grip on my weights" I smirked slightly ticking her

"Benny!" she giggled pushing my hands off her "Alright, but you drop me. I am never, Ever, letting you have sex with me again" she warns

"Alright y/n" I smiled "Ready?"

"Yep" she giggled

"One. two. three" I smirked picking her up holding her like a bride "Fuck you are heavy"

"Hey!"

"What you are! fuck your heavier then my chair" I complained slightly regretting this decision

"Benny..." she whines "That's not very nice" she says looking like she was going to cry

"No no no don't cry little lady, I didn't mean it, I'm just a weakling" I told her making her smile a little  I did a few lifts of her but she was way heavier then what I was use to lifting so I carefully put her down on the chair

"Good work out benny?" she giggled

"Yeah, My arms feel like they might drop off, and I got to feel so boob so. Good day"

"I know something that's very good exercise?" she giggled

"Ohh do you now? and what would that be?" I asked her

"I think a smart boy like you already knows the answer to that benny" she smirked grabbing my belt and pulling me down onto the chair with her...

I wondered around the supermarket basket in hand and the list in my other hand, y/n wanted to stay home today said she was going to work on roast dinner for this evening, and I was excited. But I had shopping to do today, I was meant to send her paperwork off today but I left it at home by accident, I'm sure I'll do it tomorrow. I think to some extend y/n just wanted me out of the apartment I don't blame her if she did, I don't know why but I've just been really horny today. Not sure why just one of those days I guess, I could barely keep my hands off her in bed, barely stopped kissing her as she was making breakfast, and I could barely stop myself when she had a bath this morning. I think she knew and that's why she gave me an intricate list and kicked me out the apartment, and after her bath she put that little white dress on, the clingy one with the cut out back... Umm she knows what that dress does to me. The moment I saw her in that dress I grabbed hold of her and all but humped her sexy ass as she cooked until she kicked me out to go shopping.

Once I had got everything on the list or as much as I could find anyway, seriously? what is a scotch egg and where do I find it! God damn brit. Ehh I love her, just means I have to live life unsure what half my food is. as soon as I payed I took the brown paper bags and hurried down the street to the apartment, pushing open the unlocked door and setting the shopping on the kitchen side Instantly I spotted y/n still in that little white dress now with her cardigan over her I smirked and grabbed her giving her a playful tickle kissing up her delicate neck slightly grinding against her

"Benny- Benny please you don't understand" she says pushing me away but, I was worried that wasn't her playful giggly pushing like she didn't want to be tickled or even that she didn't want my kisses, she was upset, she was stressed, something was wrong.

"Y/n? Are you okay little lady?" I asked and she froze as our bedroom door creaked open...

"Hello watts." He smirked leaning his tall muscular body in his white vest, and completely open blue button down, his rough black jeans and working boots

"Hello Mikey." I said my blood running cold,  "Y/n what's going on?" I asked her

"Y/n. Go get me a pack of cigs" He told her handing her a few dollars

"Mikey I-"

"Go, I'm dying for a smoke" He told her slapping her arse

"Go y/n, I'll deal with this" I whispered to her and she nodded taking her bag and heading to the door

"Mikey what are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on things. You've had my wife here a while." He says "Training her? I'm thankful for getting that fucking chess board out of my house but... You can't blame me getting a little worried about my wifey sleeping on your air bed" He smirked

"Mikey-" Y/n began at the door

"Y/n!" He yelled at her "Men are talking." He says

she nodded and left shutting the door behind her

"I told you what I'd do if I ever saw you near her again"

"You did. Go on then Watts. Hit me" He smirked digging though the shopping bags in the kitchen "Hit me you little weasel" He smirked as he found a beer

"You will not hurt her" "she's my wife, I can do whatever I want to her"

"Not anymore you fucking can't"

"why not!"

It then hit me, he hasn't seen the paperwork. He doesn't know. He doesn't know y/ns divorcing him, he doesn't know anything me and her have done as far as he's concerned she's been sleeping on my airbed training with me for the championship

"Not In my house" I told him I didn't want to tell him, I knew if I did. y/n wouldn't be safe. she wouldn't be safe with him here either but, at least I'm here to protect her.

"Whatever" He laughs "I think, I'll stay a while, until the championship. Me and y/n will take the bed. you can have the air bed" He says punching my shoulder as he went past going to the leather chair sitting there with his beer, I tried not to smirk thinking about last night, the last thing y/n and me did on that chair. "I was a little worried when I got here, she didn't know I was coming ans she had dressed up so beautiful for me. But I guess she just knew I was coming having been married so long you know these things" He says

"Yeah"

"she got comfortable I notice, her stuffs pretty laid out, the bed's not even out?"

"we pack it away durring the day, more space you know"

"Yeah I get that,  nice of you to let her stay here, and hang all her clothes in your wardrobe and her soap in your shower"

"Just wanted her to be comfortable you know"

"Yeah, Yeah. I get it." He smirked "Ohh and benny?"

"Yeah?"

"If I find out you have laid a finger on my wife. make sure you give her a kiss goodbye Because I'll make sure you never see her again." he warned

"Are you threatening me Mikey?" I warned him

"No. simply saying that if someone had touched my wife. I'd make sure they never saw the light of day again. we clear benny?"

"Yeah, were clear Mikey"

I stood trying to clean up the beer cans around the leather chair where Mikey sat listening to a game of something on the radio. Y/n in the kitchen making the various foods he asked her for.

"I need to piss. Then we need more beer in" He says getting up and going to the bathroom, the moment the door shut I carefully wrapped my arms around y/n pulling her to my chest

"shhhh shh shh it's okay, he won't hurt you. I promise" I whispered

"what is he doing here?"

"he's suspicious, Y/n the paperwork's on the table. say the word and I'll give it to him."

"No, it's not safe, we have to wait"

"If your sure" I nodded "He didn't hurt you before I got home did he?" she only nodded pulling back her hair to show a cut on her head she hand put a band aid over he had clearly slapped her it broke my heart I gently kissed it better and held her hand "I promise he won't lay another finger on you, not if I can help it"

"I know, its okay benny, just have to wait a little while until he's less angry" she says

" anything happens you call for me okay?"

"I will" she nods holding me close I could feel in her grip she was scared, more so then I had ever known her to be, I wanted to kick him out, I wanted to beat the living day lights out of him for what he has done to her,  But my priority above all else was making sure she's safe. I couldn't bare for her to get hurt, much less because of me.

"what are you two talking about?" Mikey asked as the door opened and I put space between us

"Just about dinner" I said quickly

"Yeah, I am waiting for my dinner wifey" He smirked slapping her ass as he walked past "Hurry up with it Fat ass I wanna get to bed I'm jet lagged as fuck."

"Just a little longer Mikey" she says

"Alright, come on then keep me company" He smirked to her she looked upset, disgusted but she went over anyway and let him sit her on his lap, I sat at my table watching him like a hawk his hand often wondered around her dress but she would always put his hand back to her waist each time he looked more annoyed with her for stopping him my blood boiled every time I saw him touch her like I wanted to go over pull her into my arms and kick his ass.

"Mikey no" she told him as he slipped his hand under her dress

"Oi! I've had a long day and I want a little sugar" He smirked trying to pull her closer

"I said no" she says before I could blink he threw her to the floor hard kicking her stomach hard as he got up

"I wasn't asking!"

I bolted from my seat and stood between them y/n got to her feet so I pushed her behind me "Leave her alone"

"Get out the way watts"

"No"

"This doesn't concern you"

"I'm not letting you hurt her"

"Watts. Don't interfere. this has nothing to do with you. Not take your skinny little weasel ass and fuck off back to your sissy chess board. While I deal with my Wifey"

"No." I told him "I'm not letting you hurt her."

"Get out of my way Watts"

"Never"

"Fine" he smirked "Much more fun" He grabbed y/n by her hair and dragged her to the corner he took of his belt and used it to restrain her neck like a dog around her and then tied around the pipes along the wall of my apartment the more she struggled the tighter it would get I tried to stop him but it was too late "There, now wifey's out the way, just you and me." He smirked "Go on I'll be sporting I'll let you throw the first punch" He smirked I built up all my anger, my rage at him for everything he had ever done to hurt y/n I swung my first but he grabbed my fist and crushed my hand as hard as he could making me scream in pain falling to my knees he punched my face hard making me fall to the floor trying not to let on how much it all hurt, holding my hand close to me, I was almost sure I had at least a broken finger "Yeah that's what I thought, she's my wife. you stand between us again you'll get much worse" He smirked

[hoekaashi]

3 am Talks - hq pt 3

a/n: almost done, two more left!! i’m not sure why, but these ones were really fun for me to do and i had to cut myself off before i wrote whole fics for each one. also thank you to my wifey for helping me with akaashi, idk why his was so hard for me to do ): pairings: bokuto x reader, akaashi x reader, ushijima x reader, tendou x reader, semi x reader warnings: some spoilers for post timeskip, minor cussing, a bit suggestive (ushi) taglist: @babydabi​, @suckersuki​, @bakugoustanaccount​, @animoozies​ part 2 | part 4

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⇾ definitely someone who talks about the first things that just pop into his mind ⇾ would literally change topics in the middle of his sentence ⇾ “did you see my last spread, I was centerfold Tsum-Tsum was not happy but when I offered to trade places with him, it made him even more mad - I just got an email saying my new knee pads have been shipped YES - babe are you hungry? Let’s go to the convenience store and get some snacks” ⇾ all over the place ⇾ but the second sleep starts to hit him, he become even softer than he already is ⇾ this baby would def be asking for validation without outright asking for it - we all know he lives to be praised but as he gets older, he stops asking for it directly ⇾ i feel like he just becomes more self-conscious after he realizes that being on a national team means that now the entire WORLD is scrutinizing him ⇾ i could keep going on about him imma stop

“I couldn’t help it, I started laughing.” Even hours later, Bokuto was trying to hold in laughter from the memory of the event. “I think that’s why he’s mad at you Kou.” Bokuto pouted. “I offered to help him up.” “Yeah, but you were also red from laughing so hard and wiping the tears from your eyes. I don’t think he appreciated that.” Bokuto got quiet and you knew what that meant. “But at the end of the day, the pictures came out amazing. You look amazing.” His smile, although soft compared to his usual grin, came back. “You think so?” You hummed. “If volleyball doesn’t work out, you could be a model. I already know one of my friends has a shrine dedicated to you. Which honestly feels weird, but hey, if it’s harmless why should I care?” you said, going off on a tangent. Bokuto brushed off the compliment that normally would’ve stroked his ego. “Nah, I don’t think I could handle the pressure.” You cocked an eyebrow. “People constantly judging you and criticizing you. You know me, I thrive with praise and…” “Become emo with criticism?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah. I’m trying to change.” You reached over and caressed his cheek. “There’s a difference between growing up and mellowing out and changing who you are. You’ve done the growing up part and you’re slowly mellowing out as much as you can. But please don’t change.” “But people keep saying -” “Forget what they say. I love you the way you are now.” Bokuto’s full grin returned to his face. “I love you more.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ more of a listener he learned his ways from babysitting bo ⇾ he would just enjoy listening to whatever you had on your mind ⇾ one to add his own commentary and thoughts to whatever you were saying ⇾ if he were to talk though, he would reminisce  ⇾ talks of bokuto and his old team, things he misses ⇾ but speaking of bokuto, he would go off on how proud he is seeing his former ace doing so well for himself now - even if he still isn’t a normal player ⇾ depending on how open he’s feeling, he might even wander into his insecurities and childhood, things he doesn’t really open up about unless he feels really close to you

“And then I booked it out of there,” you finished your story. Akaashi hummed. “What about the other girl who was still working?” “Look, she never sticks around to help me when I have extra work, I wasn’t going to stick around to help her.” He cracked a smile at your pettiness. “Wait, didn’t you have lunch with Bokuto today?” “Yes. It was nice.” You waited a moment thinking that Akaashi would add more. “That’s it? It was nice?” “Well, you know how he is. But it was nice to see him trying to change himself. Well, improve himself.” You rolled over from your back onto his chest and reached up to play with his hair. “We talked a lot about playing during high school and what the others are doing these days. Everyone is so busy now, it’s hard to keep up. I’m proud of them.” You didn’t let the smile on Akaashi’s face go unnoticed, commenting on how it always seemed to be there whenever he talked about his former ace. “Leave me alone, I’m happy with how far he’s come on his own. I can’t but smile when I think about the people I love.” “Do you smile when you think about me?” “Of course I do, you idiot,” he replied before kissing your forehead.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ i very strongly believe he would talk about parallel universes ⇾ he would go into the existence of them but also like ‘what if there was a way for people in a parallel universe who could watch me as if my life was a movie’ ⇾ if he was in a more serious mood, like if he had a big match coming up or sum, he would talk more about his goals ⇾ the things he hopes to accomplish in the future, the outcomes he wants in life ⇾ if he was tired, it would be more like akaashi - more listening, less talking ⇾ i feel like he would always want to know what’s happening in your mind so he would ask you the most random questions or just want to listen to you talk as he drifts off to sleep

“Do you think they saw me when I tripped over Leo and dropped the dishes?” You remembered when he tripped over the cat the two of you were raising and ended up breaking a few plates. As annoyed as you were that the plates you like broke, it gave you a reason to go domestic shopping with your boyfriend. You sighed. “No Toshi. If they were watching you, it would be when you’re playing volleyball or taking a shower.” “But you’re in the shower with me sometimes. You think they saw what we were doing?” “If they did,” you started with your eyebrows raised, “I hope they enjoy it as much I do.” He chuckled. “Why when I’m playing volleyball?” “Because that’s your job now. What else would they watch you do? Play with Leo?” He didn’t reply as he looked down to the cat in his lap. Petting it, the two of you sat in silence for a while. You finally thought he dropped the topic as you started to drift to sleep. “I wonder if the people watching like me. Or what if they think I’m the villain?” You sat up in bed. “Why would you think you would be a villain in a show about volleyball?” “I don’t know. I could be a side character that no one likes.” His voice got quieter the more he talked. “Aw, Toshi. I’m sure you have many, many fans in this parallel universe who all wish to be dating you. You never intentionally hurt anyone. You tried, in your own way, to work with Oikawa, but it’s not like you sabotaged him or anything.” He nodded. “He should’ve come to Shiratorizawa. We could’ve been that impressive first year duo instead of Hinata and Kageyama.” You rubbed his shoulder. “I know, baby. You remind me of that at least once a month.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ he would get deep ⇾ talks about his childhood where he was bullied to where he is now ⇾ while he has his insecurities, he would still be very proud of himself and how far he’s come and everything he accomplished ⇾ on the topic of being proud, he would never pass up the opportunity to talk up his bff ushi and he would hype him up even though it’s just the two of you ⇾ he wouldn’t forget about the other third years aka his other ‘best friends’ (i use quotes bc he only has eyes for ushi lezbehonest) ⇾ the talk would shift over to you and how lucky he feels to have found you ⇾ half of the things he would say would just to get you all embarrassed and shy so he could tease you about it

You woke up an hour ago because when you went to snuggle with your boyfriend, his body was missing from bed. For the last hour, he talked to you about how much he’s grown over the years, not once stopping to let you say anything. You finally had enough of this monologue. “Satori, how much more can you possibly say? It’s been a whole ass hour. Get your ass to bed so I can snuggle with you and lemme sleep.” Sighing, he walked away from the window where he was using the light from the moon to set the mood of his speech. Getting into bed, he waited until you were satisfied and closed your eyes. “But also, Wakatoshi has gotten so far on his own. I couldn’t be more proud of my best friend.” “Satori, please. For the love of God.” “Babe, you gotta let me air this out. Good communication and all that.” “We don’t have a single problem that needs to be ‘aired out’ right now. I got work in the morning and you like the sound of your own voice.” That still didn’t stop him. “And Semi, I gotta hand it to him, the man finally learned how to dress properly. And his music isn’t that bad either so I gotta find something new to annoy him with now. Reon is still keeping his fighting spirit alive and playing volleyball too. My friends, all doing so well.” Tendou glanced down at you who had fallen asleep to his heart beats. “But you. I’m the most proud of you. I’m so lucky to have found you. Not that I needed someone in my life at the time, but all the happiness you’ve given me on top of the great things in my life. You’re an amazing person, and I appreciate the impact you’ve made in my life.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ before we start with semisemi, he plays bass and sings in his band but he also plays the piano and guitar (these are MY OWN hcs, none of this is canon) ⇾ that being said, he would stay up late at night playing his guitar, working on songs and quietly singing lyrics to himself ⇾ his talks would be about purpose - like why he’s on this earth similar to hinata ⇾ aha ha ha so if yall read kuroo’s, you know how i feel about scorpios ⇾ semi babe is not safe from that either ⇾ while he is bad at opening up, he also has a short temper so expect apologies for his random outbursts from him ⇾ imma touch on this more in my semi relationship hcs so i shall stop here

You had been on your computer, finishing up some work of yours that you had been procrastinating on with Semi sitting on the couch, strumming his guitar as he worked on a new song. You hadn’t been paying attention the entire time, not until you closed your laptop and sat back in your chair. “Eita, what’s that song?” Your sudden question caused him to jump a little. “Oh, uh, I didn’t realize you were listening.” “I just heard you singing. What is that?” He rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was hoping to hold out until it was finished.” You walked over to him, draping your arms around his shoulders and leaning your weight on him. You read the lyrics he had so far, your eyes growing bigger with each line. “What… is this?” “An apology.” You pulled away from him. “I know I’m not the easiest boyfriend and that when I have a problem, I should say something rather than exploding on you over the littlest thing. I didn’t really know how else to express this without messing it all up.” “I’ve known you for a long time, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t figure that much out.” “But still, it doesn’t mean that I should just stay this way. I should be growing with you as a person, not stuck how I am. I really do need to learn to express myself better.” You let out a small chuckle. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.” You had. Four times already. “And this will be the last. Thank you for putting up with me.” Your arms wrapped around him once again. “Next time, I expect an entire album with love songs dedicated to me. Got it?” “Well fuck, I better not mess up. I don’t have enough material for an entire love album.” You shoved him. “Hey! Maybe I will leave your sorry ass.” “I’m just kidding! Babe! Where are you going?!”

[lu-undy]

Chapter 89 - SBT

Here it is!

"Here, Micky, a bigger bowl." 

"Oh, thanks, Mum! Come along, babies, Dad is gonna show you stuff." 

Caroline opened the French window for Mundy and the cats to step in the garden. 

"Careful with the chickens, they aren't toys or food, eh?" Mundy told the cats who froze when they saw the few ginger hens. "Eggs first?" He asked his mother who nodded. 

"Yes, please, you'll find them on your left, you'll see your father built them a little coop." 

"Oh, alright." Mundy cast a glance over the cats. Soot had stepped between Perle and the curious hen pecking at the grass. 

"Meow…" He slowly lowered his body closer to the ground and his pupils went wide.

"No, no huntin' of the hens, Sooty boy…" 

Soot looked up at Mundy. 

"Meow!" 

"No, they're nice, look." Mundy put the bowl down and crouched to take a hen and sit on the ground. He petted her gently while Caroline watched the whole scene unravel before her eyes. "C'mere and touch, she's soft." 

Soot hesitated but Perle trusted Mundy and came closer, albeit prudently. She raised a paw and Mundy held it between his fingers. 

"Good girl, don't be scared… Here, see? The hen is a friend."

"Meow?" 

"Yeah, a friend. She's not scared of ya, see? She's just curious. C'mon, Sooty boy, man up and c'mere." 

Soot approached but positioned himself such that Perle was always between him and the chicken. 

"Don't be shy… Gimme yer paw."

Soot averted his green eyes and looked down. 

"C'mon…" 

Perle turned to him and after a few affectionate licks and some purrs, her charms worked and Soot raised his paw. 

"Good boy… Here…"

"Meow?" He raised apprehensive eyes to Mundy.

"It's safe, don't worry. You trust your Dad, right?"

There was a second of hesitation and Soot meowed again. Mundy gently pulled his paw and his black pads came into contact with the hen's feathers. 

"Here we go… Gently… No, we don't slap her… Pearl, show him, baby… See? The wifey's not scared, eh?" 

"You still are as good with animals as you've always been." Caroline said with a sweet grin. Mundy smiled back at her as she came to ruffle his hair. He was sitting on the grass, his legs open, with the hen in his hands and Perle and Soot between his long legs. 

"Especially these two, they're adorable." 

"Aw… And you really behave like their Dad, eh?" 

Mundy blushed. 

"Y-yeah, well, I raised them… L-let's get the eggs eh?" He stood up and released the hen. "Oh that's a gorgeous little house they have..." He discovered a quite large wooden coop. "How many chickens d'you have?" 

"A dozen maybe? And a couple of roosters, too."

Both approached the coop and the chickens cackled happily. 

"Ladies and gents, hey there…" Mundy ran his hands on their feathers. "I'm surprised they're not scared."

"I hold them in my arms all the time."

"Why not get a cat or a dog? Better pet than chickens, eh?" 

"Yeah but after what happened in the farm, it's hard to even just have those few hens." Caroline sighed. 

"Hey…" Mundy went closer to her and, bending down, he hugged her. "What happened at the farm won't happen again, Mum."

"I know but… I'm always scared… Who knows what could happen here?" 

"There's no oil or anythin' here, and even if there was, Duchemin's dead."

"Yeah…" Caroline hugged her son back. "Micky?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I missed you so much." 

"So did I, Mum. Went mad without you. I even missed my fights with Dad."

She tapped him on the back. 

"Such a good boy you are… C'mon, let's get the eggs." 

"Sure." 

They both helped each other and collected all the eggs in the coop. 

"Leave just one or two, in case there's a chick inside."

"Okay. What next?" 

"Next, you can fill the basket with whatever veggies you like, come follow me."

"Really? Mum, no, c'mon, you need the money…" 

"Nonsense!" Caroline turned and walked away, heading for the little vegetable farm.  "I'm gonna make sure you can eat before I can sell anything, you're my son and baby, no way I'm feedin' people before I feed you." 

Mundy smiled. 

"But Mum, you need to keep stuff to sell it - oh, my God! That's amazing!" 

Mundy's sentence and his breath altogether cut short when his eyes fell on his parent's garden. 

"You have such a big garden, Mum, it's great!" Mundy's eyes eagerly scanned every plant, every stem and every leaf of the green lines of fresh vegetables that all beckoned his eyes.

"Aw, it's smaller than what we had back in the days but it gets us enough money." 

"Mum, this is great…!" He crouched next to the melons. "Babies? C'mere, let me explain, now, no, no claws, only touch with your little paws… There, good babies… Look at these flowers, see them?"

"Meow…!"

"Soot, don't put your face in the flower… Scared but curious you are, eh? Yeah, it's a melon flower, you can't see it, but it's orange. And you know what? They open when the sun rises and then close for the night."

Perle came closer and sniffed the flower. 

"Meow." 

"You like it?" 

"Meow…." She purred and Mundy scratched her head. 

"And look here. What are these, d'you remember them? Papa loves them." Mundy pointed at some vegetables.

"Meow!" 

"Yeah, it's peppers! Good girl…!" Mundy kissed Perle's head.

"Papa?" Caroline repeated as she picked a melon and put it in the basket.

"Yeah, that's Lu's name for Pearl."

"He's Papa and you're Dad?" Caroline picked a few bell peppers. 

"Y-yeah…" Mundy blushed. "B-but yeah, uh, Lu', he likes those bell peppers. Makes ratatouilles with them." He tried to justify himself and lead the conversation away.

"You like it?" 

"What?" 

"His ratatouille?" She asked.

"Yeah…? It's… It's nice. It's a French thing. Smells really good too when he cooks it. The entire house smells of it." 

Caroline smiled and Mundy's eyes went back to the vegetables. He walked through among the rows, stopping at each new kind of plant and had the cats touch it, sometimes even let them have a taste. 

"Sooty boy, cherry tomatoes aren't toys, stop slappin' them, there, good boy. Wanna taste one? C'mere. Baby Pearl, c'mere too. Here… Y'like it? Yeah, you do! It's nice, isn't it?"

Caroline followed her son and filled his basket with whatever was ripe.

"Oh by the way, Micky, I have a few other things I want to give you." 

"Mum, you've already filled this big basket with stuff, you shouldn't have…!" 

"Yeah, I should have! Now, be a dear and carry it back home and follow me." 

"Right. Babies, wanna follow? Oh, yeah, they do. Alright, c'mon, chop, chop!" 

They made it back inside of the house and Mundy put the basket on the kitchen table. 

"I made these things a few weeks ago now," Caroline started as she went to the tip of her toes and opened some cupboards. She took some glass jars out and adjusted her glasses to read the stickers on them more easily. "Ah, that's the one." She took one of the jars and added it to the basket. 

"What's that?" Mundy took a look. "Oh! Apricot jam? Really?" His face brightened with a smile. 

"Still your favorite, yeah?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, still my favourite, always! Thank you so much, Mum…!" He hugged her dearly. 

"Aw, sweetie, it's nothing…" 

"Nah, don't say that, it's the best jam ever." He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time apricot jam had a strong effect on him. His eyes snapped open when he realised that it was at Victoria's diner, when he was sharing the crêpes with Lucien… 

"I'll wash a couple of apples and we can sit and have them, yeah?" She suggested. 

"Sure." They broke the embrace. 

"Wanna have it inside or out under the sun?" She asked as she rinsed two red apples.

"Outside?" 

"Alright, here, let's go." She gave him one and he opened the French window for her. They both stepped outside again, followed by the cats. Caroline took a seat on a chair while Mundy preferred to sit cross-legged on the grass in front of her. Perle and Soot jumped between his thighs and laid there, in a pile of fluff. The sun and Mundy's scratches gently soothed them to sleep. 

"Aw, look at your cats, they're sleepin' together…" Caroline tilted her head on the side and smiled. 

"Yeah, they're adorable. I love them."

"They love you too, listen to them purr…"

Mundy grinned. He looked around him and took a deep breath. The Aussie loved being in a grassy lawn with his mother. They both took a crunchy bite of their apples. 

"Mh…! Super juicy. Is this from the garden too?" 

"Yeah, we got a few trees, apples, pears, apricots… The basics." 

"Meow." Perle opened her eyes and yawned. Mundy scratched her head and she blinked slowly.

"Hey, baby, short nappy, eh?" 

"Meow…" She hopped off of Mundy's lap and stretched in the grass while Soot was still sleeping. She played with the straws of green and fresh grass before going to Caroline's legs and brushing herself on her. 

"Aw, Pearl, y'like me?" Caroline asked. 

"Meow." She answered. 

"That's your Grandma right there, baby." Mundy answered. 

"Grandma?" Caroline repeated. "I thought only Soot was yours and Pearl was Lucien's?"

"Y-well…" Mundy blushed again. "I-It's a shared custody… I mean she obeys me as much as him, eh." 

Perle sniffed Caroline's trousers on her legs before looking up and jumping on her lap. 

"Aw, hello, Pearl… Can I pet you?" 

"Yeah, she's very easy, go ahead." 

"You're so soft…! Does she shed a lot of hair everywhere in the house?" Caroline asked. 

"We're used to it now, we find long white hair everywhere. If it's medium length, it's her, if it's proper long, it's Lu's few white streaks."

Perle lay down and blinked slower and slower under Caroline's strokes. 

"Look at her, she likes you, Mum." 

"I guess she does. She's beautiful…!"

"Meow." 

"You're welcome." Caroline answered with a chuckle. Both Mundy and her soon finished their apples. They were under the sun, for the cats' greatest delight, and were silently appreciating each other's company. 

"Micky?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Your friend, Lucien, you trust him, right?" 

"Yeah, I do, why?" 

"Well, I don't know… I'd say be careful, eh? You never know." 

Mundy frowned. 

"What d'you mean? Why d'you say that?" 

"Something's… off with him." She answered. 

"What?" 

"Don't you think it's a little bit odd?" 

"Mum, you gotta be clearer." 

"Right, right… His suit last time, remember it?" 

"Yeah, the beige one? What about it?" 

"It's a Lemercier, it's the most expensive tailor in town, and yet he said to be struggling with money…?"

Mundy's pupils retracted to a dot and his breath stopped. Bugger, his mother had to be that observant…

"And when you came before that, I saw him with another suit through the window. Looked as neat as a Lemercier." 

Mundy bit his lip and lowered his head. 

"All I'm saying is that he might be hiding things from you, and those things might be heaps of money he doesn't want anyone to know of… Look, Micky, were the circumstances different, I wouldn't care a bit. After all, this is none of my or your business."

"But…?" Mundy anticipated, raising his eyes to his mother. 

"But you both… dealt with a guy. You're both supposed to… not be free." She looked right and left and whispered, just in case. "What do you know about that man? He could report you to the police, or even be the police for that matter!"

"Mum, I'm sure he won't, don't worry. He just likes to dress fancy."

"Alright, fair, but where does the money come from for him to pay custom-made suits where he is a teacher for poor kids? Surely that isn't his only source of money? And why pretend he can't afford to live alone if he clearly can?" 

Mundy started sweating. Of all the lies and well constructed nonsense that he and Lucien had told his parents, it was the one thing they hadn't talked about that had planted the seed of doubt in Caroline, namely, Lucien's clothing style. 

"Well the answer's clear, Micky!"

"What?" 

"If he pretends to not be able to pay for the rent on his own but has to live with you, it's because he needs you close!" 

Mundy blushed. 

"W-what d'you mean, he needs me close?"

"He can't afford to have you walkin' around on your own far from him!"

"W-Why?" Mundy's heartbeat accelerated and Soot woke up. 

"Because you both did what you did to that guy!" 

Mundy sighed in relief. For a second, he thought his mother might have guessed that they were more than partners in crime. 

"Yeah, well…?"

"Yeah! And he wants to make sure you won't turn him in! So he keeps you close!" 

Mundy couldn't hold back a smile.

"Mum, no, don't worry…"

"How can you be so calm about it?! First, you live with… well… a criminal."

"I'm one too, eh. He didn't do it alone."

"Yeah, but contrary to you, he's a liar." She answered and it sawed Mundy's heart in half. He wanted to protest and defend Lucien, but he couldn't do much without telling Caroline the truth. "And if he's lying about one thing, God knows how many other things he lied about."

"Mum…"

"No, Micky, look at me… I'm worried for you, sweetie. You live with a dangerous man is all I want you to understand and…"

"Did you tell Dad about it?" 

"No, I didn't. If I had, he'd have gone mad worrying. And we both know that your Dad isn't the best when it comes to reactin' to situations like that, eh?" 

"Yeah, thanks for not tellin' him." 

"I'm not telling him but…" Caroline raised an index finger and Mundy, a curious eyebrow. "I'll ask you to come here and live with us instead. We have a house, an extra room, you'll be back home and I won't worry so much about you."

"But Mum, I finally did it! I got a job and a place, you want me to break all that cause Lu' wears fancy suits?!"

"Micky, you know it's not about the suits. It's about you bein' safe. The man is elegant, has good manners, and everythin'. But he is hiding things from you, important things, stuff that could be scary to you and us, and maybe it's dangerous, who knows? I'd rather have you here with us than there with him."

Mundy sighed and covered his face with his hands. 

"Micky… Look at it that way. If he's lyin' about one thing, he might be lying about a billion more, who knows? That story about his fiancée and son, maybe it's all made up? Maybe he wasn't in the army at all? Why did he then travel all the way to Australia and help you? Nothin' makes sense!"

"No." Mundy answered and removed his hands off his face. "It's… It's… I mean… It's all true, the fiancée and son, I saw pictures of them with him. And what he did to Duchemin… He…" Mundy looked left and right and whispered. "He carved their names with his knife on the bloke's chest, on top of the burns I made." 

Caroline's eyes snapped wide and her eyebrows jumped. 

"If none of that's true, surely he wouldn't have done that, would it? And he wouldn't have wanted to get that guy, right? Nothin' makes sense because you don't get it, Mum." 

"What?" She asked. 

"I… I appreciate… that you're worried for me. But I know what I'm doin', ok? I know Lu', I know him very well and he knows me very well too. Just… Just trust me." 

Caroline took a deep breath. 

"Micky… I'd love to trust you, but I can't. That man is hiding stuff from you and it could be dangerous." Caroline gently nudged Perle who jumped out of her lap and joined her son on the grass. She sat next to him and cupped his face. "I lost you once, Micky, I don't want to run that risk, or any risk, ever again." She added. 

Mundy sighed. 

"Mum… I can't do that." He said, lowering his head. 

"Why? It's ok, I'll deal with your Dad, I'll tell him what I think and he won't think any less of you, don't worry."

"I'm not worryin' about that." Mundy admitted. 

"What's the problem then? Tell me, sweetie." 

Mundy raised distraught eyes to his mother. 

"I can't tell you. But you have to trust me, please." 

"Micky, you're startin' to worry me now, what is it?" Her hazel eyes darted left and right behind her glasses to Mundy's. 

The Aussie lowered his head and laid it against his mother's chest. She hugged him dearly. 

"What is it, Micky? Please, tell me, I promise I won't be mad and I won't tell your Dad." 

"I can't…" 

"Why? Is he forcin' you to keep your mouth shut?"

"No, not him." 

"Who then? Who's preventing you from speaking?" She asked, determined to change that for her son. 

"You." He answered. 

"What?!" Her eyebrows jumped behind her glasses.

"You and Dad." 

"What?!" She repeated. "Micky, we never want you to keep important stuff away from us." 

Mundy nodded his head against his mother's chest. 

"No!" She answered. "Never, ever, did we ever ask you such a thing! What are you talking about?!" She hugged him tighter. 

"I can't tell you, because you don't want to hear it." He said and his breath hitched. 

"Micky…? What is it? Bloody hell, if you're crying, it's really scary then…!" 

Mundy raised his head off of his mother's chest and wiped his face with his sleeve. 

"I can't tell you here." He sniffled. "We have to go out." 

"We're already out in the garden!" 

"No, out of here, far from Dad. He's in the house." 

"Where d'you want us to go?" 

"I'll take you home and show you. But Mum, you gotta promise to never ever tell Dad about it, ok?" 

"Well, depends what it is!" She almost exclaimed. "If it's dangerous, I have to tell him." 

"Mum, it's really not dangerous, but you gotta promise. If you think you might tell Dad, then I'm not showing you." 

"Micky…"

"No, no, you gotta swear." 

She sighed. 

"That's blackmail, Micky." 

"It was blackmail too when you asked me to come live here otherwise you'd tell Dad that I'm in danger." He answered and her eyebrows jumped up. "But I don't mean to blackmail you, like you didn't mean to do to me, I just want to tell you." He was begging with his eyes. "Please, Mum, please, let me tell you… Swear you won't tell him and I'll tell you the truth." 

Caroline looked at her son's distraught and pleading eyes. She took a deep breath and didn't hesitate long. 

"Alright, I swear I won't tell him." 

"Swear on somethin' that matters." 

"Micky…!"

"Mum-!" Mundy stopped himself and lowered his voice. "Mum, please… I want to tell you, I want to tell you so, so, much, but I'm scared… I'm so bloody scared I feel like I can't do anythin' and I'm just in a prison of lies." He sniffled and his breath went hitched again. 

"Ssh… Wipe your tears, baby." She hugged him dearly. "Sweetie, I swear on your father's head that I won't tell him a thing. I love you, Micky, you're my only baby and I don't want you to be so scared of your Dad that you keep things away from me too. Oh, Gosh… Alright, let it go, sweetie, it's ok, it's ok…" 

Mundy cried against his mother's chest. He was about to hit a point of no return. Telling her the truth about his relationship with Lucien might liberate him, or it might lock him up in his closet forever.

[thatwritingho]

I gotchu anon. This one hits close to home😔but tbh was pretty therapeutic to write

If you ever need someone to talk to about it, my dms are always open.

⚠️Obvious trigger warning for child abuse below the cut⚠️

You hated it, how even after all these years, just a string of words, a smell, a nightmare, anything that reminded you even slightly of that time could send you spiraling; amp up your heart rate, disrupt your breathing, force tears to your eyes, and steal your ability to speak. 

It was rarer, these days, for that all consuming feeling of dread and fear to overtake you. Time would never heal this, but it was easier to push it to the back of your mind, to go through the motions of your day to day like a semi-functional human being, with the trauma of days long gone buried securely behind multiple thick walls.

So rare, in fact, that you had never brought it up to your lover. Its not that you didn't trust them, far from it. Your conversations had merely never turned in that direction, and there was never a right time to just bring that up. You kept telling yourself that it didn't matter, that it was long in the past and you hadn't even had an anxiety attack in ages anyway. 

But now, here you were, curled up in your bed, blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders in an attempt to hold yourself together.

Your door opened and fear shot through you like cold fire, for the briefest of seconds you were that same scared little child again, expecting to see your abuser as your eyes shot to the source of footsteps. Relief washed over you like a warm wave as you saw it was not them, but your lover, their eyes full of barely concealed concern as they rushed to your side, taking your hands in theirs and searching your eyes.

"Whats wrong?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came, only a choked sob as tears spilled down your face. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, your jaw wired together by anxiety. Their grip on your hands tightened. 

It was time. You needed to tell them. You wanted to tell them. And so you took a deep breath, and told your story as best as you could.

Itachi:

Listens to you calmly and patiently, though inside his heart is breaking for you. 

He's almost relieved, in a way, that you're opening up to him

It explains so much, and he's kicking himself for not realizing sooner, for not seeing the signs, certain aspects of your behavior, for what they were and putting two and two together

Feels like a terrible boyfriend for not noticing and leaving you to deal with this on your own

But you're not on your own anymore

he may not totally understand your situation, but he's no stranger to traumatic childhood events himself

Makes it clear that he is going to support you and support you hard, making sure you know you can talk to him about this any time

He never brings it up first, but is always ready to listen

All in all yall already know he's perfect boyfriend material and this is no exception

Kisame:

Similar to itachi tbh

But even better

A great listener but also somehow knows exactly what to say???

"You have every right to be upset." 

"You're not defined by this."

"I'm proud of you for being so strong, but you're not alone anymore. I'm here to support you now."

Here king you dropped your crown👑

You will feel so much better after opening up to this man I swear it

He has def had to comfort someone close to him in this way before, maybe a sister or team mate

He's just too good to not have

But we all know his heart is just as big as his sword so its no surprise that he's like this

Has always been understanding when you're having a more difficult day, but now that he knows the cause of some of your actions is trauma, he knows just how to calm you down and ground you

100/10 marry this man or I will

Deidara:

Is stunned, tbh

Like he never fucking suspected

Feels like shit honestly, what kind of boyfriend is he that he couldn't even tell his lover was struggling with something so big?

Knows he shouldn't be making this conversation about himself, though, so he doesn't say any of that

His hand mouths kiss your palms to try to comfort you

Pulls you into a giant hug when you finish speaking and kisses your tears away

Oh shit but wait maybe you don't want to be touched right now? Thats a thing right?

Doesn't have any knowledge on this but he's trying ok

Is very open to any changes that come to your dynamics because of the new found news

Maybe a bit too open

Like completely stops initiating sex because he doesn't want you to feel pressured

And just all in all starts treating you like you're fragile

Its sweet, his heart is in the right place, but that isn't what you want of course

So you have to sit him down and tell him that you're still you, and he's still him, and that you don't want your relationship to change because of something that happened before you even met

That finally makes it click for him, and he goes back to his normal self pretty quickly

And he is always, always there if you want to talk about it. He may not understand, but he loves you and will do whatever he can to help you feel less alone

Sasori:

He done been knew

Well, he heavily suspected. I head canon him as an abuse survivor himself, and he recognized the signs

Knows how difficult it is to talk about, so he was just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to bring it up

Lowkey relieved, because even though its horrible, having someone else who understands that particular brand of trauma is rare

Especially for him since he's never opened up to anyone else like he has you

But he's also fucking furious

We all know Sasori views people as possessions 

And even though he loves you more than anything else in the world, he still feels that way about you too, to a smaller extent, but its there

So the thought that someone did that to something of his?

Oh he mad

But he has enough wherewithal to not let you see that burning rage while you're upset and confiding in him

He listens attentively, and gives you as much comfort as he can until you calm down

Finds some way to weasel out the identity of your abuser without upsetting you(ya boi is manipulative af)

Later has one of his spies hunt the person down and capture them, and then sneaks off and takes his sweet time to make them regret ever even looking at you

Might tell you about his own abuse sometime in the future. Maybe. 

Kakazu:

Its not often that Kakazu feels the need to put effort into holding back his anger

But this is one of those times

Because he is livid

He has always taken extra joy in collecting the heads of child rapists for bounties

He may be immoral in regards to most things, but that is a line that should not be crossed

And to think about that happening to you makes him want to kill

Makes a vow to himself as soon as the words leave your lips, that he will find the scum that did this and destroy them. Slowly. Painfully.

But for now he listens, holding you hands with as much gentle care as he can muster 

Kakuzu is at a loss for how to handle delicate, emotional situations like this. But he tries, for you.

Wiping away your tears and holding you softly, allowing far more cuddles and gentle affection than he normally would that night 

He feels that acting different around you after would be an insult to your ability to handle a problem you've been dealing with for years

But he can't help but be a little easier on you, letting you get away with more back talk or general acts of affection than usual

He may even surprise you with a few small gifts

That necklace you were eyeing in the last town? That new album by that group you like that just dropped? A collectors edition of your favorite book? 

As much as he hates spending money, he just can't help himself

Afterall, the fact that you trusted him, him, with this information makes him feel a bit squishy inside

Hidan:

Another one for team "I'll fucking kill them!"

But much more upfront about it

Unlike Sasori and Kakuzu, he does not have the sense to not let his rage be know to you while you're telling him

But then he sees how you shrink, how you curl further into yourself, how you start crying that much harder

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you."

Once you calm down, you have to explain that him being angry and aggressive does not help when you're fighting off these memories

He feels like shit for upsetting you further

Go easy on him. You're the first person he's ever cared about. He's emotionally stunted but hes trying

Kind of just shuts up and let's you talk after that

Is lowkey amazed that you were hiding all these awful feelings this whole time

Is also lowkey amazed that you were able to function and seem so normal with them

Holds you close when you finish, and in the most serious, calm tone you've ever heard from him, promises that no one will ever hurt you like that again, and that he will make this person pay

They aren't worthy of being a sacrifice to Lord Jashin.

But you best believe Hidan will make them suffer 

Konan:

Sad girl is sad

Also not surprised, she knows how common it is for these things to happen

She's dealt with sexual harassment hersef

But her heart aches for you

Holds you tight, letting you cry into her shoulder and cling to her as much as you want

Soothingly stroking your back or arm or petting your hair as you let it all out

She can relate to many of the feelings you share

Is literally the only one who thinks to ask if you have any triggers

Not quite as supportive as Kisame, but still validates your feelings

"Its ok to be angry."

"You've been so strong."

"Be gentle with yourself."

Doesn’t let it affect your relationship 

But she is more understanding if you get in a mood

If you're being especially irritable or pushing her away, she may ask, "are you ok?" and give you a look

Its frustrating but also helps ground you

10/10 wifey I love her

Nagato/Pain:

Poor baby is devastated 

Also concerned

You've been hiding this pain from him all this time… why?

Do you not trust him?

Do you not think he could handle knowing?

All he wants is to take your heart ache from you, even if it means it becomes his

Lovers should share everything, including pain

And so you tell him, though teary eyes, that no, no, of course not, that's not it

Its just that every time you wanted to tell him, you just…  couldn't

How the trauma would cause your body to physically prevent you from speaking about it, even when you wanted to

You both end up crying 

He wants to know everything about how it affects you, physically, emotionally, all of it

The more he knows, the more he can do to help

Lowkey might have Konan pick him up a book or two on the subject, just to get a better understanding 

You already know he’s gonna obliterate the person who did this to you

Obito:

This man i swear

He's worse than Deidara

Finding out something so terrible happened to you, seeing how deeply its hurt you, has him crying right along with you

Feels helpless that he can't make it better

"I should have been there to protect you."

"Obito, we didn't even know each other."

"That's irrelevant."

Is super comforting though, kisses your fingers and plays with your hair and tells you how much he loves you

Very eager to do anything in his power to make you smile

"Is there anything I can get you, baby? Do you want a glass of water? Tea? Sake? How about some ice cream? A foot massage? New kunai? A private island? Want me to kill all the world leaders tomorrow?"

He's excessive but its cute and makes you laugh

Is the only one considerate enough to actually ask if you're OK with him killing your abuser

If you say yes, he'll also ask if you want to watch

There won't be anything left of the person after Obito is done with them. No blood. Not a scorch mark. Not even a stray skin cell. Nothing. He completely erases them from existence.

If you say no though, he's probably still gonna do it anyway, but make it look like an accident. He just can't let that person live after what they did to you. 

But hey, at least he asked first right?