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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 months

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The Princess & The Playboy (Part 1)

Summary: After one of the reader's last concerts of the year, she unexpectedly runs into notorious playboy Dean Winchester, quarterback of the LA Wolves. Only Dean's a big fan and he seems to want more than just a photo if given the chance...

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Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: I promise there'll be more Dean and reader interacting in person next part! Needed to set the scene with this!

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You groaned the second you were alone. You’d survived the summer tour but you were exhausted. All you wanted was a greasy hamburger, chicken nuggets, and to sleep for a month. After changing into a pair of joggers and oversized hoodie, you texted your bodyguard Eric, telling him you wanted to get out of there quietly. He knocked twice on your dressing room door before entering with a smile.

“Great show tonight,” he said. You rolled your eyes, Eric grabbing your backpack for you.

“Like you pay attention to anything besides harassing the security team,” you said, resting your forehead against his strong chest. “I never want to tour again. I’m so tired.”

“You’re just cranky cause you’re hungry and need sleep,” he said rubbing your back. “You only have two more shows this year and then we can sit on the couch eating cookies and binging divorce court.”

“This is why I keep you around, buddy,” you laughed, taking a deep breathe before looking up. “Speaking of food-“

“Let’s get you out of here and full of some chicken nuggies.”

“Back in five,” you said to Eric thirty minutes later, your wallet in hand and panic button in your pocket. He let you go out without it sometimes but not after a show and especially not when you were in the press so much lately.

It was nearly midnight as you walked into the nearly empty McDonald’s, a guy in a hoodie at the counter with his back to you.

“Hi,” you said, stepping up to the other register. “Can I get a quarter pounder with cheese, a medium fry and a twenty piece chicken nugget with barbecue sauce? Oh and a bottle of water.”

You paid, the girl behind the counter staring at you like she recognized you but was too nervous to say anything.

“Holy shit,” said a male voice. You glanced left, the man in the hoodie pushing it down to reveal him in a black baseball cap. He was incredibly handsome and had such pretty green eyes. Something seemed vaguely familiar about him but you couldn’t place it. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N…and apparently you eat like a linebacker.”

“Dance on stage for three hours every night and you would too,” you said, the man humming.

“Do you mind if I get a pic?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, the man handing his phone to the girl behind the counter who eagerly took a few. He was practically giddy when he got his phone back, a bag of food coming out for him.

“Thanks for indulging me,” he said. You noticed a few strands of confetti on top of his hat and smiled. He must have been at the concert. He almost walked away and out the door when he spun around, parting his lips. “Can I give you my number?”

“Sure,” you said again. It was much safer to just take the number and hand it off to Eric to do a background check on the person than try a rejection. The man scribbled it down on the back of your receipt, your cashier now acting as his wing woman and making sure he had a pen.

“I uh, hope to hear from you soon,” he said, flashing you a wink before leaving. You eased when he was gone, the girl at the counter handing you your bag of food after a moment.

“He’s so hot, isn’t he?” she said, your eyebrows raising. Not the reaction you were expecting from her.

“Mhm. Thanks for the food. Have a good night,” you said, quickly leaving. You ducked outside, Eric waiting in the backseat for you.

“Any trouble?” he asked, nodding to the man farther down the parking lot, slipping into a large SUV.

“Just a fan,” you said, handing him the paper with the guys number. He gave you a side eye as he took it from your fingers. “He was harmless.”

“I’ll check it out to be sure,” he grumbled, stealing a fry from your bag. “Did you get me-“

“Yes I got you your nuggets,” you said, Eric relaxing back into his seat. Your driver headed for home and in twenty minutes you were on your couch chowing down. Eric was at the kitchen counter, lazily scrolling through his phone, probably grateful that you were secure in the house for the night.

You watch his eyes go wide, gaze shooting to you.

“I swear I didn’t do anything.” You kept eating your burger, Eric silently watching you. “Dude, you’re freaking me out.”

“That fan from McDonald’s posted the pic of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes and got up, sulking over to him.

“Oh tell me he’s not some whack job.”

“He’s Dean Winchester,” he said, showing his phone to you. You shrugged, walking back to the couch. “Dean Winchester? NFL quarterback? Three time Super Bowl winner?”

You stared at him, Eric groaning.

“He’s the quarterback for the LA Wolves…he went to Kansas State the same time you did, Y/N. You probably went to his football games.” He rolled his eyes at you. “How do you not realize you’re taking a picture with a sports legend?”

“I must have missed it with all my free time over the past dozen years with all the touring and ten albums and other shit in my life. And frankly you’re the one that told me it doesn’t matter who it is, I need to be careful of everyone, whether they’re famous or not.” He sighed, putting his phone away.

“Alright, I get your point,” he said, returning to eating. “Dude’s kind of a player anyways it seems like. Nice guy but I know you’re more the sensitive guy type.”

“Emotionally available,” you corrected, plopping down on the couch once more. “Why would you think he’s into me anyways? Plenty of people are fans without wanting to get in my pants.”

“Well, it’s Dean Winchester so he definitely wants in your pants,” he joked. “Also the caption, genius.”

You quirked your eyebrow, Eric tossing his phone over to you. You pouted when you went back to the post, actually reading it this time.

DWinchester67 Y/N Y/L/N Saturday Night Concert at the Wolves stadium. AMAZING TIME with the crew. Worth getting ragged on by the boys all week for taking them to the show just to see them belt their hearts out to #FinishLine (video soon)

Then had the awesome luck to snag a pic with Y/N grabbing a midnight snack. I was dying on the inside at meeting my crush. Sorry for being awkward when you were trying to get your grub on. Next time it’s on me ;)

Your eyes met Eric’s when you finished, his chicken nuggets nearly gone.

“Yeah, like no reason he’s into you, right?” smirked Eric. You grumbled, returning to your late night dinner. “I’ll background check that number in the morning.”

“He’s a player that wants to have sex. Don’t bother with the background work. He’s harmless.”

“As you wish, princess,” he said with a little bow, earning himself being hit in the face with your balled up burger wrapper. “The abuse I put up with. Tsk tsk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell that to your generous benefits package,” you said, Eric chuckling as he double checked the back doors were locked one last time. “Eric…”

“Mhm,” he hummed, ruffling your head gently as he walked past the back of the couch. “See you in the morning, kiddo.”

“Night. Oh!” you said, sitting up on your knees on the couch, Eric throwing his head back. “It’s nothing bad! Just…can you ban everyone from the house until ten? I really want to sleep in and try to catch up.”

“You want me to fend off your team? After Dean Winchester posted that? What do I get out of this?” he teased, crossing his arms. You batted your eyes, jutting out your lip. “You got to do better than that.”

“I’ll buy you box seats to an LA Wolves game of your choice?” He looked blank faced which meant he was really tempted to take the offer. But Eric didn’t like extravagant gifts from you for doing his job. He already said his paycheck was more than enough and he barely accepted the Christmas and birthday presents you’d get for him.

You held up a finger, Eric calculating the move.

“Give me one good reason for not accepting.”

“First off, it’s too much. Second, I’m your primary protection agent and need to be available-”

“Please Eric? They’re going to be vultures in the morning with that whole post and you haven’t had a day off in six months. You’re as exhausted as I am. I’m asking as your friend, not your boss.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Is that a yes?”

“It means I’ll think about it and I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. “We’re going to watch football all day. I’ll teach you all about it.”

You growled, Eric snickering the whole way out.

Dean POV

The first game of the season was always a good one. The team was healthy. We had home field advantage for once.

And I really enjoyed the hell out of playing football in a packed stadium. It wasn’t an ego thing like for some people. No, I loved putting on a show and entertaining people for a few hours a week, give them a fun escape before they had to return to the reality of their lives.

That’s what football had always been to me and I knew for most fans, it gave them that same sense of belonging.

And women tended to really like seeing a bunch of muscular men run around in tight pants.

“Winchester, surprised you’re here,” said Michael. I glanced over my shoulder in the locker room, a big smirk on his face. “I thought you’d be in the burn unit with how hard you crashed and burned with Y/N Y/L/N last night.”

I rolled my eyes at the taunts of the room, ignoring them as they riffed on me for a good ten minutes. When Benny walked in though they finally calmed down, Ben taking a seat in his cubby beside me.

“Let me have it,” I sighed. Benny leaned in close, covering his mouth from the rest of the room.

“If you really want that girl to go out with you, you got to do more than make an insta post. She’s classy. She’s not going to fawn over you like every dipshit you’ve dated because you’re good looking. So you better impress her.” He gave me one last look before reaching down to his duffel and pulling out his cleats.

He had a point. Y/N had never cared for cocky flirts. I could remember her in college, always spending time at parties with the shy academic guys that chatted her ear off about music theory and english papers. I swear the only time she gave a single jock attention was when she’d grab a guitar in the late hours of the night and sing a song none of us had heard before. She could stop a group of drunken college students in their tracks with a single note. Nowadays her music was all pop but back then, just her and a guitar…I’d have sworn an angel fell out of the sky straight in front of me.

No woman had made my heart swell up with comfort and longing the way she had the night I laid eyes on her for the first time.

The years had done little to diminish a teenage boy’s crush. If anything, seeing her last night, getting to talk to her for even a brief moment, made my insides burn hotter than before. Maybe it was only a crush, an infatuation with a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful voice.

I felt Benny’s stare on me as I lazily watched my feet before me.

“You’re still in love with her.” He said it as a statement so I didn’t respond. I’d never claimed such a thing despite Benny insisting on it back in college. But he’d always been good at sensing those kinds of things.

Or at least he wasn’t afraid to say it out loud.

“I talked to her in english lit once, about you.” My head snapped up, eyes wide as he was now down to his boxer briefs, tugging up his pants. “She heard what happened to Sam.”

“Why are you bringing up Sam?” I whispered, giving him a hard glare. Benny smiled, curious since he knew not to bring him up unless I did. “Half the school offered their condolences. Of course she-”

“She didn’t. She offered…hope. Apparently her little brother went missing once too.” I turned my head away.

“Everyone who knows anything about Y/N Y/L/N heard that story. Congrats. We both have little brothers that were kidnapped and never heard from again. Fucking awesome we can share that trauma,” I spit out. Benny leaned in close, gripping my shoulder.

“She wrote a song for her brother. Finish Line. She showed it to me long before she got famous. Look up who it’s fucking dedicated to and maybe realize there is a deeper reason why you fell in love at first sight with that girl. I have a feeling she’s the only girl in the world that could get you and you knew it long before your head did.”

I was seething, storming out of the locker room and into a trainers room next door, quickly shutting the door behind me. What the fuck was Benny thinking bringing Sam up right before a game? I could handle thinking about a girl but Sam?

I angrily typed Finish Line dedication into google, freezing at the short paragraph that appeared as the top result.

Chart topper Finish Line by Y/N Y/L/N was notoriously written by Y/L/N in her senior year of highschool after the disappearance of her younger brother, Max. Max is presumed to have been abducted while walking home from a friends house. The music video of Finish Line states the song is “For Max & Sam” although Y/L/N has never stated who Sam is. Fans theorize “Sam” is a representation of all abduction victims however…

I immediately tapped on the youtube video of the song, scrolling all the way to the end, bottom lip wobbling as I read the stark white letters against the black background.

She never gave me the time of day back then yet she knew who I was, what it felt like to have a piece of you go missing and you couldn’t do anything about it. She put my baby brother in a song for her baby brother and we weren’t even friends.

I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to calm down.

“Sammy,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Is this a sign or something? Is she as fucked up as I am and the world doesn’t know it? Is that why she’s never been seen with a boyfriend her whole career? Did she shy away from connections when I buried myself in meaningless ones? Are we both so screwed up on the biggest stage in the world and that’s why I still feel breathless when I see her? Tell me I’m not crazy, Sammy. Tell me there’s a reason I’m still head over heels for this girl.”

I slowly opened my eyelids, staring at coach who was staring back at me on the other side of the room by the far entrance. I quickly cleared my throat and turned to leave, coach’s whistle stopping me in my tracks.

“I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about son, but my advice as someone who’s been married longer than you’ve been alive…you know when you fall in love. That’s the easy part. Admitting it and trying to get the balls to say it to her face is the harder part.”

“Sir, she doesn’t even know I exist. Or barely knows I do,” I said quietly. “I should-”

“Your little brother, god rest his soul, wants you to be happy, Winchester. So shoot your shot with this girl so you can stop having an existential crisis before my home opener, got it?” I glanced over my shoulder, coach’s face surprisingly soft for how close we were to game time. “She must be special to tame you.”

“She had me the whole time. The rest were me trying to forget.” He nodded, picking up his playbook again.

“Then go get this girl so you have your answer,” he said. “And stay out of my training room before games. Only place they can’t find me.”

“Yes sir.” I ducked back into the locker room, Benny gave me a raised eyebrow, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded and sat down to tie up my shoes, an idea sparking in my mind before I opened instagram. “Ben, take a picture of me.”

“Good god,” groaned Michael from my other side. “Like your insta doesn’t have enough shirtless selfies.”

He snagged my phone out of my hands, sighing as he took a photo of me smirking in my cubby.

“I regret being your friend,” he said, handing it back to me while Benny chuckled.

“Same, Michael,” I smiled back before I was on insta and typing furiously. I posted before I could stop myself, Benny and Michael sharing a look and immediately going to their own phones. But they weren’t fast enough apparently.

“Winchester are you serious?” shouted Gabe from across the room, the whole team looking at their phones now.

“Yup,” I said, standing and tugging on my under armor v-neck, my shoulder pads and then my jersey.

“You can’t force a girl to go out with you!” he shouted.

“I’m not forcing. I’m offering a donation to her charity if she does feel inclined to go out with me,” I said with a shrug. Benny grabbed my shoulders, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Five million dollars? That’s not what I mean when I said impress her you idiot!” he said.

“That’s what the picture was for,” I said with a wink, my phone already buzzing non-stop at the incoming flood of texts and calls. “You think she’ll take me up on my offer?”

“This fucker’s really about to get a fucking date with Y/N Y/L/N through a fucking bribe,” said Michael, shaking his head. “Dude, you’re crushing so hard it’s in psycho territory.”

“One date is all I want,” I said, smiling when coach walked in, rolling his eyes at me. “Come on boys, time to focus on the game!”

Y/N POV

I was currently hiding in my bedroom, reading a book on Sunday evening, Eric doing his best to get my agent and manager and PR head out of the house without force. As expected, they’d reemed my ass out for not capitalizing on the Dean Winchester picture in the moment but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about hanging out with pretty fuck boys for publicity’s sake.

But I had followed him on my private account no one knew about. It’d taken a moment but I remembered who Dean Winchester was in our college days. He was flirty back then I remembered. And a good football player I guess. But I just remembered what happened in the spring semester, how the whole campus knew his pain before he had a chance to even process it.

My heart ached for a boy I’d said nothing more than a passing hello to at parties.

I still felt that ache whenever I sang Finish Line. I’d never realized Dean went on to his own version of fame all those years ago. But I knew the hurt still existed in his heart. There was no healing it but some part of me wished I could soothe it for a moment. I forgot in the music sometimes. Maybe he could do the same when he played his games.

Maybe I really should have talked to him last night.

My phone buzzed and I saw a new post, this one of him making my jaw drop. “Hot damn you are good looking, Winchester.”

Then I shrieked when I looked at the caption.

DWinchester67 Hey @Y/NY/L/N it was fun running into you last night. How about you take me up on my offer and let me buy dinner for our first date?

Oh and to sweeten the deal, I’ll donate five million dollars to your charity if you say yes (plus another million for each touchdown I throw tonight, those are freebies for ya).

You got my number so waiting on you sweetheart. ;)

Eric was in the room before I could raise my head, eyes darting around the room before he determined there was no threat.

“Jesus, girl. I swear if you saw a bug-”

“Dean Winchester asked me out. Publicly.” Eric narrowed his eyes as he tucked his gun back into the holster.

“Okay…you made it clear to the team today you don’t want anything to do with a publicity stunt. What’s the problem?” You tossed the phone to the end of the bed, Eric sitting on the bench at the bottom to pick it up. He did a double take, eyes skirting to meet yours. “I’m doing a full background check on this man. He either really wants in your pants, to profit off you or he’s obsessive. To be honest, I don’t like any of those options.”

“Me either but five million dollars to the charity? Plus more? That could help kids, Eric. We could find a safe way to do this, right?” He pursed his lips, nodding once.

“One date at a place of my choosing. My team will be there in the background and I’m going to talk to this boy and let him know all of the ways I can kill him if he tries anything.” You smiled, Eric handing the phone back.

“You’d kill your favorite football player for me. You’re too sweet Eric,” you chuckled. He stood up, adjusting his sports blazer.

“You know why I stuck with you when my agency assigned me to the Princess?” he asked, a dry laugh leaving his lips. “You always listened to me. You didn’t always agree but you listened and we could have conversations. We could have conversations about safety without you acting like a brat or me like an asshole. You respected me and that earned you loyalty all these years later.”

You stared your hands in your lap. “My parents lost one child. I don’t want them to lose another.”

You were surprised to find him come closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to face you. He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly.

“Don’t lose hope now, kiddo. I’ve always admired that about you.” You looked away, Eric stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Someday we’ll find the truth. I promise.”

“My mom wishes it were me,” you said, shaking your head. “If I didn’t make my parents so much money I’d think they’d be plenty happy to let some crazy fan take me away forever. All because I was five minutes late to pick up Max and he decided to walk home.”

“Hey!” Eric gripped your shoulders hard, hard enough that you felt the strength of his hands down in your bones. He was always so gentle you with guiding touches here and there you often forgot he was as deadly with his hands as he was a weapon.

You met his gaze, Eric sighing.

“That is not true and you know it.” His stern expression softened when you shook your head.

“She told me the day we had a funeral for him Max should have been there and I should have been the one missing. So I know, Eric.” He pulled you into a hug, letting you squeeze him tight.

“I know she did,” he whispered, your chin resting on his shoulder. “She has so many regrets from that time and knows what she said broke something with the two of you. But I have had countless conversations with them over the years. I know you trust me so trust me when I say, you are their world and it would destroy them to lose you. She always asks me if you’re happy because she says you put on your fake smile for her. She doesn’t blame you one bit for it.”

“I hate when you have points,” you said, closing your eyes, getting another squeeze from him.

“Happy to help my buddy. So you don’t give up on Max yet, alright? Everyone else has. If he’s out there, he needs you to keep going for him.”

“No wonder your team adores you. Soft cuddly bear under all the threats of violence aren’t you?”

“It’s how I land so many chicks,” he chuckled. He kissed your temple and stood, cracking his back. “Respond back yes if you want to. Let me look into this Dean Winchester before you agree to anything else though.”

You hummed, clearing your throat when Eric was in the doorframe. “I-I do remember one thing about Dean in college. He had a younger brother Sam that went missing too. Never found him.”

Eric kept his back to you for a beat, nodding once.

“Do you think Dean is a bad guy?”

“Gut check says no. Probably just wants a hookup,” he said before stepping out and pulling the door shut fast behind him. “Rowan, I swear to god you bother this girl tonight and I’ll shove my glock up your ass.”

“He asked her out! I need to talk to her!” he yelled back on the other side of the door. You sighed and put on your noise canceling headphones before going to instagram and tapping on his post.

Y/NY/L/N @DWinchester67 One date. As friends Winchester

Not five seconds later you received a winking emoji and “friends” in response.

“Dear god, you’re going to be a handful, Winchester.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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burrowbaddie · 1 year

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Me & You

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 1 Summary: You try to figure out how you and Joe got yourselves into this current state.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.)

Series Master

A/N: Hello! Omg I don’t know anything about football or the NFL! I saw Joe last season and I just had to join in this x reader tags! So be nice to me! I’ve been sitting on this fic forever! I was so nervous to post. This is all fictitious so pls be nice to me! 😭

You're standing listening to the crowd cheering on the Bengals. Your best friend, Mya, is drunk and screaming at the top of her lungs. You grab her arm to calm her down.

"Listen, I don't know how you scored these tickets, but I am going to soak up everything in this moment. Joe, let's get it done!" Mya screams near your ear. The name causes your head to snap in his direction. Joe's attention is on something the coach is saying to him. You sit down in your seat, feeling smaller than usual.

"So, who are you fucking for these seats?" Mya asks, sitting down next to you as a timeout is called.

"No one. My dad got lucky." You reply, laying your head on her shoulder. That was obviously a total lie. It was a lie you would have to keep because you knew precisely where you would end up after this game. In the same hotel, you've been meeting the Bengals QB for the last few months.

After dropping Mya home, you made your way to the hotel, walking straight to the room without checking in. A little after midnight, the front door opens, and the blue-eyed man makes his way over to you. You hand him a glass of water, but he opts for a kiss. You have to stand on your tippy toes to get more access to his mouth. Joe drops his bag on the floor and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. Joe tosses you down on the bed, and you giggle, watching him strip. The only thing you have on is a t-shirt, so it's easy for Joe to rip it off and leave you bare. Joe kisses from your ankle, slowly making his way up to your thigh, where he stops to suck on it. With your legs perched on his shoulders, Joe hovers his mouth over your drooling cunt. A starved moan erupts from his mouth as your juices hit his tongue. His rough hands tighten around your thigh as he buries his face into his meal, sucking and slurping on your clit.

Joe is a messy eater when it comes to you; your juices trickle down his chin as he devours your pussy. He can't even think straight because his mind has only one goal; making you cum. You clench around his fingers as he slides in two. Your eyes are barely open, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a look at the man between your legs. Joe's blue eyes were now dark and staring directly at you. It sends shivers down your body, and you plop down with an exaggerated moan. Joe flattens his tongue against your clit while thrusting two fingers into you. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm come crashing down. Joe slurps obnoxiously loud and can't help but add to the sounds with his whines. He drinks every drop you release into his mouth. Joe sits back on his knees, face soaked, grinning down at your shaking body.

Joe moves back between your legs, this time slapping the head of his cock on your clit. He slowly pushes the tip into your sensitive pussy. Joe lets out a long groan as he slowly pushes in. But he doesn't get entirely into you because his phone rings. He rolls his eyes and pulls out, going to look for his phone. You pull the blankets over your body because you know the ringtone. It was Nicole, his long-time girlfriend. You bite your lip, watching him take the call to the bathroom. Joe returns with a look of sadness.

"I have to go."

You only nod your head. He kisses your lips, and then you head after getting dressed. And with a heavy heart, you watch him leave. You don't cry anymore, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. Dragging yourself out of bed, you decided to run a bath and drink some wine. This expensive room won't go to complete waste. Once the tub is filled with bubbles, you slide your body in and lean back, closing your eyes. How did you get here with Joe?

"Joey!" You scream as the blonde spins you around in his arms. He has just finished practice, and you promised him a burger from Steak N Shake.

"I'm starving!" Joe wipes his sweaty forehead on your dry one. You scrunch up your face and push him away. Joe laughs and takes your hand as you lead him to your car. He threw his things in the backseat while you hopped in the front and started the vehicle. Taylor Swift's We Are Never Getting Back Together started blasting on the radio. You can't help but giggle while listening to Joe sing along. When you guys arrive at the restaurant, you take your usual spot. Two burgers and a shared milkshake later, you guys make your way to Joe's house. You lay down on the bed, waiting for Joe to finish showering. Laying there, you let your mind drift to thoughts about your upcoming AP Chemistry test. Joe interrupts your thoughts as he throws his wet towel on you after drying his hair.

"Your blonde hair is insane. You look so funny."

"Funny meaning hot!" He shouts, jumping on the bed next to you. You roll your eyes and smack him with a pillow. Joe lays back and pulls you down to his chest.

"We're going to be seniors next year. Time flies. We're getting old, Cheeks." Joe mumbled while rubbing your back. You smile at the childhood nickname. He's been calling you "Cheeks" since 6th grade because your cheeks were swollen from an allergic reaction the first time you met.

"I can't wait for college. Freedom!" You rub his chest and bite your lip.

"Do you want to have sex?" Joe whispers, causing you to crack a sly smile. You roll over and on his lap. Since losing your virginity to your best friend over the summer, the both of you have become a little more attached at the hip. It's not like you guys were dating. It's never been brought up between you two. Everyone in school assumes that you guys are dating, and it's not like either of you has denied or confirmed it; it's just assumed. That is how you guys kept things until senior year rolled around, and your feelings for your best friend weren't just laughs and giggles; it was butterflies in your tummy at every smile he gave you. It was the jealous feeling bubbling in Joe's stomach every time a guy got a laugh out of you. But both of you were too wrapped up in school and Joe with Football to move on from friendship status. So when freshman year rolled around, you had your first boyfriend; it lasted six weeks. It was a complete jerk-off and constantly pressured you to do things you didn't want to do. Joe stepped in and got you out of that situation.

Joe tucked his hands into his sweatpants as he walked you back to your dorm. Both of you had things you wanted to say but kept silent.

"The guys are playing well."

"Yeah, but I'm not starting. Shit is wack. I'm busting my ass just as much."

"I'm sure the coach sees that too." You stop in front of your dorm door and look up at your best friend.

"Umm, thank you for helping me end things with Matt. I was so wrapped up with having a boyfriend I just completely lost myself for a second."

"It's all good. I'm glad you're okay. I could've killed that guy, honestly." Joe rocks back on his heels, looking at you. You quickly become hypnotized by those baby blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you," Joe whispers. You swallow and hold your breath all at once. It's the confession that blows you away. You never thought Joe would utter it first.

"I'm in love with you too." You smile, nodding your head. Joe leans in to kiss you, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fucking finally!" Quinn, your best friend, screams, swinging the door open. You hide your face in Joe's chest as your friends laugh. Quinn and Francis clap and pull you guys into the dorm.

"It took fucking forever for you guys to say it. Like everyone knew! Everyone knew!" Fran shouts, hugging you. You giggle and look over at Joe, who is wearing the same smile. He holds out his hand, and you two disappear to your bedroom. It takes a while for your heart to calm down from the confession. Even after kissing and laying in bed, your heart skipped a beat thinking about being official with Joe.

"How long have you been in love with me?" You ask shyly, listening to his heartbeat.

"Since 6th grade."

"Joe." You slap his chest playfully and sit up. Joe sits up on his elbow, staring at you with a puzzled look.

"Cheeks. I'm serious. It took me a long time to examine my feelings, but looking back now, I've been in love with you since I first laid my eyes on your blown-up allergy face."

"Burrow, you're something else." You move onto his lap and kiss his face.

Your relationship surprised no one, not even his parents. His mother knew her son was head over heels for his best friend. So, nothing made a drastic change between the two of you. Sure, you spent more time together, went out on actual dates, and had mind-blowing sex whenever you wanted. By the second year, your families were sure it was time to get married. But things between you and Joe weren't always picture-perfect. Joe was busy with football and studies, and you had your head way in the books to graduate earlier and attend med school. The time you used to spend together soon reached a point where it would be a week before you saw each other in person.

"I really need you to be at the capstone presentation. You know I don't do well with public speaking. I've researched all for the last three years. All my hard comes down to this. If I do well on this presentation, I will have the chance to complete a summer internship at-"

"Cheeks. I will be there. I promise." Joe kisses your head to reassure you. You hug him tight and believe his words. But for the first time, Joe breaks his promise. He not only misses your presentation completely, but he doesn't call you that night either. The next day he shows up at your apartment wearing his 1 million dollar grin.

"I have the best news-"

"Where were you last night?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you! I have the chance to play down at LSU. Last night I had dinner with-"

"I had my capstone." You whisper, cutting him off. Joe wipes the smile off his face.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I am. You did great, right?"

"I fainted. I stepped on stage and saw how many people were present and fainted."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am, but this is a big opportunity for me too. I-"

"You couldn't reschedule? This was the chance of a lifetime for me! This whole relationship, I have been behind you no matter what! And the one time I needed you, you flaked!"

"I'm always there for you! Are you kidding me right now!" Joe shouts, following you toward your bedroom. You decided that if this was going to be a screaming match, you guys should at least take it to the bedroom in case your roommates came.

"When? Name a time we've done anything I want. Your fucking selfish!" You scream, trying to close the door in his face. Joe closes the door behind him and begins pacing the floor. You feel like you're giving more in this relationship than him. This wasn't your first argument, but things started to build up over time, and this was bound to happen.

"I do whatever you want. I practically follow you around like a lost puppy! You have my whole heart. What else do you want?"

"I don't, Joe. You and I both know that. When it comes down to it…. football will always come before me. The countless dates you missed because practice ran late. The time you stood me up for some stupid football social."

"You- you said you didn't go."

"I went to the restaurant. I sat there for two hours. I didn't tell you that because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

Joe closes his mouth because you're right. Football was his main focus. He had dreams just like you had dreams. When it came to you or football, Joe was chasing his dream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"Joseph, don't do that. You working hard towards your goals shouldn't be a bad thing. But maybe it's not the right time for us."

"Cheeks, I want you. I want you, and I want to make the first string. I want to be in the NFL."

"I know. I'm sure your coach-"

"I'm going to use the rest of my eligibility at LSU. That's where I was last night."

"You're moving to Louisiana? Joe, you didn't even ask me. What about me? We had plans once we graduated. The apartments we looked at."

"I'm sorry. I have to take this opportunity. Baby, I feel that this is the right decision. We can move down to Louisiana and-"

You shake your head, sitting down on the bed. Your heart and mind can't wrap your head around any of this. There was no way you could win. Joe made his decision and included you without your input. Before you can speak again, Joe's phone starts ringing. He answers it without hesitation, and you take a deep breath letting the conversation sink in. When Joe is finished, he kisses your head, letting you know he has to go. The argument isn't resolved, but neither of you brings it up again.

The week before Joe is set to leave is the day you make your decision.

"What do you mean?" The hurt in Joe's voice breaks your heart.

"Joseph, I can't pick up my life and follow you to another state. My life is up here. My family is up here."

"I'm your family too. We made plans and-"

"Plans you disregarded when you chose to play for LSU." You cut him off, sitting next to him on the bed. Joe rubs his eyes and places his head in his hands.

"I want you to follow your dreams. I know you can make it to the NFL. I know you will do amazing at LSU. I don't want to make you choose between me or your dream. So, I'm taking myself out of the equation." You whisper, grabbing his hand. There are tears in your eyes that match his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I should've talked to you about all of this, but I saw my chance and took it."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I want this for you too."

The room remains silent as you guys ponder the next steps. Joe leans in and kisses your lips. Without another word, he leaves. And your friendship with Joe continued, but as his time at LSU began and your internship began, you guys fell out of touch. You got busy with medical school and him with football. And before you know it, Joe is a thing of the past.

That is until you guys meet again by chance. Joe showed up at the Cincinnati Children's Hospital one day for a charity meeting and ran into you. You freeze as the director continues his conversation with Joe and his parents. Robin, Joe's mother, waved you over. She pulls you into a big hug.

"How long has it been? Joe! Doesn't she look amazing?"

Joe can't even find words to speak. His tongue feels like it's stuck in peanut butter. His heart is skipping through loops.

"Ahh. She is one of our brilliant residents. We are happy to have her on staff. Bright future for this one." He says, hugging you. But your eyes can't leave Joe's, not until his mother pulls you into a warm embrace again. His parents leave you two to catch up while they finish something with the director.

"How have you been?" Those words leave both of your mouths. Joe chuckles and waits for you to answer.

"I've been okay. You?"

"Umm, great."

"I see that QB." You smile, slapping his arm playfully. Joe scratches the back of his neck. He's nervous. You can read him like a book, just like he can read you.

"Are you free tonight? My family is throwing this thing for some of my teammates and-"

"I don't want to intrude."

"Stop. We haven't seen each other in years, and I want to catch up."

"I get off at 9. Is that too late?"

He shakes his head, and you exchange numbers before returning to your rounds. The rest of the shift, the anticipation of seeing your first love again drives you insane. You can hardly keep your head clear. And when you finally clock out shower, and dress, your heart is damn near beating out of your chest. With a knock on the door, your heart is ready to leap out of your chest.

"I'm happy you came!" Robin pulls you inside, and you follow her toward Joe. Joe introduces you to some teammates.

"I can see why you called her Cheeks." Ja'Marr laughs, looking at you up and down. You can't help but shyly look away. Joe playfully pushes him away.

"That's not why I call her that. In 6th grade-"

"Joey, stop!" You whine. Joe pulls you into a hug. And the two of you stay there in your world. The cologne he is wearings sends your head into a dizzy spell. You missed him.

"Babe! Who's this?" A girl interrupts your reunion. You pull away, waiting for the introduction, but you know her already. She is on TV every day as the local News anchor. You blank out.

"And this is my girlfriend, Nicole." Joe finishes the introduction when you finally come back to life.

"Nice meeting you. So, you're the heartbreaker?"

"Nicki, we should see if your sister needs help." Joe pulls her away. You stand there wondering what Joe has told people about you. Ja'Marr throws his arm around your shoulder.

"Like glue. She sticks to him like glue."

You are saved by Robin pulling you into the backyard near the firepit. Your eyes stare into the dancing flame as around one around you mingles. When Joe plops down next to you, you turn toward him with a smile. Joe swears a similar smile; you guys get lost in your world just like before. It takes everything in Joe not to lean over, kiss, hold, or touch you. But your picture-perfect world is shattered once his girlfriend returns to his side. You look away back at the flames. When the guest starts leaving, you decide to make your exit, but Joe persuades you to stay later and catch up. And here you two are, awkwardly standing in his childhood bedroom, waiting for the other to speak up.

"I didn't think we would see each other again," Joe speaks first. You only respond with a head nod. You thought the same thing would happen as well. It was your fault for losing communication, but it's not like Joe made an effort after the fallout.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Joe asks. You shake your head. You can't find the words to speak. Joe reaches out and cups your face; you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into his touch.

"Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?"

"Yes." You reply, finally finding your voice. And Joe kisses you, tender and sweetly. Just like he did the first and last time you two shared a kiss. You don't pull away or flinch. You kiss Joe back with all the same amount of love.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers in between kisses. You finally come to and pull away.

"Joe, you have a girlfriend now. We can't do this. I should go." You say, grabbing your bag and turning to leave, but Joe grabs your arm.

"I shouldn't have done that; you're right. But can we talk, please? There's so much I want to say to you."

"I think it would be better if we didn't do this."

"Why? When would be the right time to do this? You stopped contacting me. You went on and left me behind like I meant nothing."

"Joey, communication is a two-way street. In the last year of our relationship, I held things together! Hold us together! You made your choice to go to LSU."

"You said it was okay! And now you're going to throw it back in my face. It broke my heart that you didn't support me-"

"I always supported you! I have been your supporter since day one, which is why I had to let you go. Because I knew how much you loved me, and if I made you stay, you would have resented me." Your voice breaks as the tears start to flow. Joe shakes his head. No. There is no way he would ever resent you.

"Why didn't you come to Louisiana?"

"That wasn't the right path for me. You made that choice for yourself, not with my intention. I had an internship lined up, which helped rocket me into my residency. What did I have in Louisiana besides you?"

"We don't know because you didn't choose me."

"Joe," You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"I chose you the moment I let you go. Why can't you see things from my point of view?"

"And when you started blowing me off?"

"I blew you off? Oh God, Joey, do you hear yourself?"

"You stopped taking my calls and my texts. That wasn't you blowing me off? Did you meet someone else? Is that what it was? Was there someone else the whole time? Quinn told me you met someone else."

"I was depressed. I struggled after you left. I couldn't fathom the fact that we were done. I blamed myself, and I just-I had a hard time, and I was embarrassed that it was all my fault." You cry, letting the tears fall. Joe wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault, Cheeks."

You sniffle and rub your nose on his shirt, causing him to chuckle.

"I want my best friend back." You whisper, staring up at him.

"Your best friend wants you back as well."

"As friends." You say the last part extremely low. Joe slowly nods his head. After that night, you slowly start working on your friendship again. But your feelings for each other couldn't die out. That's how you ended up in his hotel room in NY after a losing game to the Jets.

"Joey," You moan as he holds your legs on his shoulders. Joe continues to make out with your cunt as your vision blurs, and you cum all over his face. He slurps and drips every last bit. You lay there breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high. Joe sits up and licks his lips. he leans down and kisses you allowing you to taste yourself while he slides into you. Joe grunts feeling your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. Each thrust you feel sends you into space. You are hot and sweaty, and your head is clouded with reaching another orgasm. Joe's cock pounds away at your softness, sending you and him spiraling.

"Feels so good." You cry out, biting down on his shoulder. Joe frantically starts snapping his hips as he closes in on his second orgasm of the night. You release your legs from his waist so that he can move more, but you slowly start inching away, which only drives Joe to pull you back down and hold your hips pressed down to the bed. Your legs began to shake because Joe found your sweet spot and made you see starts again; the spot would have you creaming on his dick in a few more strokes.

"Don't run away, Cheeks. You wanted this remember? Let me have it. All of it." Joe stares down, watching his cock go in and out of you.

"Joey," You're crying. Crying tears of pure bliss.

"Yeah? Let me feel it, baby. Go ahead and cum." Joe's eyes light up as you reach another orgasm, and he follows after groaning and throwing his head back. You lay there again, trying to come down while Joe lets out a long sigh. You aren't sure what time it is, but you two have been at it since after dinner. A nice hot bath would be amazing right now for both of you. But of course, Joe and his superman stamina pull you up on his lap.

"Joe, break, please. Water." You try to get out the words, but Joe is already bouncing you up and down on his cock. You can't believe he is hard again. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him use you like a fleshlight.

"If you want water, you have to earn it, Cheeks." Joe moans, biting on your earlobe. You pout, giving him puppy eyes. Joe chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

"Just a little rest." You whisper. Joe pulls you up and off, laying your love-bitten body down. He stares down at you, stroking his dick. You can't help but bite your lip. Joe cums all over your stomach with a long sigh. You lay there watching the white liquid melt all over your midsection.

"Bath?" He asks you with a cheeky grin. You can only nod your head. When Joe came back with water, you were drifting to sleep. He kisses your head and tells you the bath is ready. You guys get in the massive tub, your back against his chest. Joe holds your hand, kissing the back of it.

"When are you breaking up with her?"

"I plan to end things next week. Her mother was pretty sick from covid so-"

"I get it." You stay quiet, staring at the bubbles. Joe can tell that you're mind is racing. He kisses your neck and promises things will work out. But things never work out for the two of you. Which is how you find yourself in the present day, only in a Cincinnati hotel room full of cum and regret while Joe is off to console his girlfriend.

Joe calls you the next day to apologize. You forgive him because what else can you do? The boy isn't yours; you're a sidepiece, his fun on the side. And it's weeks before you can see him again.

"Okay, so I narrowed it down to who is single on the Bengals and how you scored those tickets!" Mya shouts, pushing your office door open. You lean back in your chair, waiting for her to go on. She starts listing players, and to be completely honest, you don't know that many people from the Bengals besides the few Joe introduced you to a few times.

"Yeah, I'm not dating any of those guys."

"Coaches, maybe?"

"No. Let it go. I am completely single."

"Omg! Are you a side piece?"

You're stunned but quickly recover and shake your head.

"I'm talking to someone. I could never be someone's side piece." You laugh and watch your phone light up. It's a text from Joe asking to see you tonight. You turn your phone over and sigh. Mya turns on the tv just as the morning news starts.

"Joe's girlfriend is so fucking beautiful. I literally watch the news to watch her. How lucky are they? He's so fucking hot! She's so fucking hot! Think about their babies! Gorgeous." Mya lays on the couch watching tv. You take the remote and turn off the TV.

"I have to do rounds, so let's get going." You stand up, and she follows you out the door. Your shift ends at 11, and Joe asks to see you before practice. You guys meet up at your house for the first time. Joe scoops you up and kisses you all over your face.

"Joseph! Put me down." You squeal. He laughs and sets you on your feet. Joe bends down and smiles at the orange cat purring at his feet.

"Peaches is still hanging in there, huh?" He asks, picking up the cat. Joe brought you a kitten for Valentine's Day during freshman year of high school.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving? My dad has been asking to have you over, and you know how obsessed he is with you-"

"I'll come. Of course." He kisses your forehead and makes his way to the living room. YOu guys lay around watching old movies, stealing kisses, and enjoying the company and comfort. Joe leaves a little after 3. You decide to check your mail. Bills. Bills. Bills. A manila envelope with no address stops you in your tracks. You open it, and inside, you find photos of you and Joe. Photos of you two leaving the same hotel. Your hotel. Pictures of you kissings in his car. You look around, trying to spot anyone who looks suspicious. Someone was watching you and Joe.

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now I wake up by your side || George Weasley

Title: now i wake up by your side Pairing: George x Reader Summary: You know what they say, what goes up must always come back down. Except George thought he was the exception to that rule. Because with things going so well for him there’s no way they’d ever end. Unfortunately for George the higher you go, the harder you fall. And as he watches Y/N walk away from him for the last time he finally realizes how true that saying is. Because George Weasley has officially run out of time, and everything has started to crumble around him. Warnings: NSFW! Minors DNI this contains female masturbation, male masturbation, dirty talk and phone sex. A/N: ahhhhh the second to last part of hockey!george!! I hope you all enjoy - feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

The apartment is too quiet without George around.

This is the part about being with a hockey player that Y/N has always hated: away games. If she thought it was bad when George was in the junior league, it’s even worse in the NHL. Unlike the NFL and some other professional sports, there’s 82 games in the regular season, with the potential for there to be 28 additional games for a team that makes it to the Stanley Cup finals.

Meaning from the end of September until at least the middle of April, hockey players spend more time on the road than they do at home. Instead of being gone for a day or two, when they hit a stretch of away games it’s common for a team to be on the road for up to two weeks.

And unfortunately for Y/N, preseason has taken the Rebels away for the next 10 days. The timing couldn’t be any worse either, considering the fact that now that she and George have crossed the boundary of physical intimacy her body craves his touch, and it seems like she’s walking around in a perpetual state of horniness. And it’s only been 48 hours.

Worse off is that the team left for the road just two days after their first game, so they didn’t really even get to talk about where this new development in their supposedly fake relationship leaves them. Because to Y/N, George claiming her body from the inside out several times during their brief time together is everything but fake.

And it’s not just the sex that Y/N misses.

That first night George was gone she tossed and turned all night, only sleeping for an hour or two at a time before she’d wake up missing the feel of his arms around her. Dousing George’s pillow in his cologne and hugging it tightly as she slept last night worked a little, but she still didn't wake up feeling well rested.

She especially misses the mundane aspects of their life together. Like the fact that there wasn’t a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her when she woke up. And even though George still found time to get her during the day, their conversations weren’t filled with plans for dinner and what to watch on TV, which filled Y/N with a pang of sadness. That first afternoon she’d even made George’s usual protein shake, and it wasn’t until she wrapped up her work day at 5:30, a full hour after George should have been home, did she remember he wouldn’t be around for days.

Even just the absence of hearing him breathe has her heart aching.

Thankfully their first road game is tonight, and she’ll get her fill of George time while she watches. Even if it’s through the TV and he’ll be wearing all of his gear. It’s better than nothing.

Jenny invited her over to watch the game with Olivia and some other partners, and even though she kind of wanted to just mope around the apartment, Y/N found herself saying yes and now that she’s settled on the couch between Olivia and Kate she’s happy that she came. Because even though they aren’t George, Y/N’s heart feels full being surrounded by the women she’s gotten to know over the past few weeks.

This fake engagement hasn’t only brought George back into her life, it’s brought this amazing group of people into it too, and Y/N can’t imagine having to say goodbye to any of them. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that has crossed her mind several times since George kissed her goodbye two days ago. And without him by her side to squash those negative thoughts she’s let them run rampant.

Losing George will absolutely shatter her heart. But losing George and all of these people? It will shatter her soul.

Which is why Y/N plans on confronting George as soon as he gets back from this road trip. Not knowing where their relationship stands is slowly killing her, and Y/N needs to know if they’re both on the same page. It’s time to either move forward together, or for Y/N to pack her bags and head home to Washington with her tail tucked between her legs and her entire world shattered.

Thankfully someone switches the TV on as the game starts, and the chatter of the announcers pulls Y/N out of the depressive swirl her thoughts were taking her down. Warmups have just ended, and as they get ready for things to really start, the commentators talk about the match up.

“It’s still early yet, but I’ve got to say, Steve, the Rebels are looking mighty fine this season.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Jim. After their devastating loss in the playoffs last season and the retirement of their team captain, Tyler Crawford, we were skeptical that they’d be able to wrangle it in and start this season off strong - and boy am I glad to say we were wrong.”

“Absolutely, Steve. Working with a whole new slew of Rookies can be difficult, especially without a Captain, but the Rebels sure have shown what a strong team they are.”

“And I’m sure we have George Weasley, the Rebel’s starting Center and one of the top scorers in the league to thank for the team’s starting success. We’ve had the pleasure of sitting in on some Rebel’s practices this training camp and I can see why Weasley is the front runner for Captain. The way he commands his team is truly awe-inspiring.”

Their praise of George and his skills makes Y/N’s cheeks flush. She’s so damn proud of George and everything he has accomplished in his career. Ever since they were little kids learning to skate together George has been determined to be a star in the NHL, and seeing that dream come to reality makes every single struggle and hurdle their relationship has gone through worth it.

“Weasley certainly has stepped up to the plate since Crawford, his mentor’s retirement. If the rumor mill is to be believed all us Rebels fans’ have a pretty girl from Weasley’s hometown to thank for that.”

The girls all squeal at the mention of Y/N and George’s relationship, and she can feel her cheeks flush even deeper.

“Jim, you are worse than my wife when it comes to those gossip rags. But, after Weasley scored his two goals during the team’s first preseason game he did raise his stick, pointing it towards the box reserved for the Rebel’s friends and families, which fans have affectionately dubbed the WAG box, and one of the camera’s did catch him mouthing the words ‘that was for you’, so it’s safe to say the rumor mill may actually be onto something for once.”

“Well whoever that mystery woman is I hope you stick around, because I’d love to see Chicago take home the cup this year.”

They move on to talk about the team the Rebel’s are up against, North Carolina, and Y/N relaxes back into her seat. No worries, Steve, she definitely plans on sticking around.

That night when Y/N makes it back to their apartment her heart is full, and she doesn’t miss George as much as she did earlier. Because during the game George scored a hat trick, and after every single goal his stick rose to the camera, still seeking her out from thousands of miles away, and the lens zoomed in as he mouthed those same four words that never fail to increase her heart rate.

“That was for you.”

And if that wasn’t enough to squash all of her doubts about the status of their relationship, he’d actually did a post game interview, and when he was asked about his new mystery girl, George had looked directly into the camera, like he was starting right into Y/N’s eyes and said:

“She knows who she is. I can’t wait to come home to you every day for the rest of my life, baby.”

Now she’s in their bedroom, stripping off all of her clothes except for George’s jersey, before she climbs into bed to wait for his call.

It’s something they always used to do whenever he was on the road. Instead of going out with the guy’s to celebrate a win or commensurate over a loss, George would head straight back to the hotel to spend the night on the phone with her.

They hadn’t discussed if that would be the case this time around in their relationship, but Y/N had been confident that it would be considering the other traditions George has continued. And the texts she received from him after the game set her belly on fire and had her pussy throbbing.

George: fuck I miss you baby, i don’t want to celebrate a win unless you’re there with me

George: i know how wet you get watching your man dominate on the ice

George: tell me, Y/N, how fucking drenched is your pussy right now?

George: actually, don’t tell me. As soon as im back at the hotel you’re gonna answer my facetime call and show me how wet my pretty pink pussy is

George: because that pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it, baby?

All she’d managed to reply was a simple yes, thankful that George insisted on hiring her a car service. Because had she read those messages while driving Y/N certainly would have crashed the car.

She’s just barely settled against the pillows when her phone lights up with George’s call, and Y/N doesn’t hesitate before she swipes her thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hi,” she answers breathlessly, a smile tugging at her lips as George appears.

“Hi baby,” George greets, eyes dragging across the screen to take in every inch of Y/N he can see. She’s still got his jersey on and it makes his already hard cock twitch in his boxers. Just the mere thought of Y/N in their bed, surrounded by the smell of them combined, wet and waiting for George to call was enough to get him going.

It’s only been two days, but in George’s mind it might as well have been two months with how much he misses Y/N. For the first time in years hockey isn’t the most important thing in his life, the girl smiling at him through the phone is, and that should scare the shit out of George.

But it doesn’t.

Because when his hockey career is over he’ll still have Y/N and the family he wants them to build, and George knows that life will be more fulfilling than a lifetime in the NHL could ever be. George used to fear the day he retires, afraid of how empty his life will be without the sport he loves so much.

Now he can’t wait for the life that’s waiting for him beyond the NHL.

Y/N watches as George settles into his bed, teeth digging into her bottom lip when she gets a flash of his bare chest.

“My eyes are up here,” George teases, chuckling when her gaze flicks back to his. “I miss you so fucking much, baby.”

The vulnerability in his voice sends a flutter through her tummy. “I miss you too.”

George’s eyes darken at her sultry tone. “Bet that fucking pussy misses me too, doesn’t it, baby?” He uses the hand not gripping his phone to reach down and grab a hold of his cock when Y/N nods in response. “Show me, baby. Show me how much my pussy misses me.”

Y/N lets out a soft moan and her legs immediately spread, knees pressing to the mattress to bare her cunt to the room. She slowly pans the camera down, letting it follow her left hand as it glides down her torso, heading right for where she craves George’s touch.

“Fuck,” George groans as her pussy comes into view, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Coat your fingers, baby,” he instructs, taking himself in his hand. “Show me how wet they are.”

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as her index and middle finger glide through the wetness gathering between her thighs, just barely letting them brush against her clit. Once she’s coated her fingers she pulls them away from her pussy, twisting them in the dim light so George can see them shine.

“You’re a fucking dream, Y/N.” George starts to slowly stroke his cock, mouth dry from how much he aches to taste her. “All of that ‘cause of me, baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N pants as she rubs her slick fingers over her clit. “Always for you, George. Just thinking about you has me dripping down my thighs.”

“What were you thinking about, baby?”

The look on George’s face as he watches her touch herself pulls a whine from Y/N’s lips, and her cunt clenches around nothing. “Your cock, how good it feels inside of me. How, fuck, how you stretch me out and make me take all of you.”

“Cause that pretty little pussy was made to take me, wasn’t it, baby?” George asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. He’s barely touched himself and yet he already feels embarrassingly close.

“Yes, George, my whole body was made for you.”

George has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming as he watches Y/N slip a finger into her cunt. Her engagement ring glitters in the low lighting, and it makes him absolutely feral that Y/N is touching herself for him, using the same hand he slid his ring on. Even when he’s hours away part of him is still there, laying claim to his girl.

“That’s it, baby,” George encourages as Y/N slips another finger into her pussy, her soft moans sending shivers down his spine as he strokes his cock in earnest. “Make yourself cum on your fingers while I watch, baby. Fuck yourself with those dainty little fingers while you pretend it’s my cock.”

It doesn’t take long before Y/N is falling over the edge, her back arching off the bed as George’s name tumbles from her lips. She can barely keep a grip on the phone, but she squeezes hard, wanting George to watch her cum around her fingers.

“Good fucking girl,” George growls as Y/N brings the camera back up to settle on her face. Her cheeks are flush, breaths coming heavy and the satisfaction of knowing he did that to her without even touching her brings him to the edge.

The sound of her name falling from George’s mouth as he cums makes Y/N’s clit throb, and if she wasn’t so focused on watching his brows knit together as pleasure overtakes his face she’d probably be bringing herself to another orgasm.

“George?” Y/N murmurs after a few moments of silence, both of them just smiling softly at the other.

“Yes baby?”

“Come home soon, please.”

George grins, and he aches to reach out and trace her face. “I’ll always come home to you, Y/N. Always.”

Y/N is practically vibrating with excitement. After ten long days of nothing but text messages, phone calls and facetime sex George is finally coming home. She ended up taking the day off, because after barely being able to sit still through her morning meeting Y/N knew there was no chance in hell she’d be getting any work done.

Because tonight when he gets home, Y/N is finally going to tell George she loves him for real.

The distance between them has only made her feelings for George grow, and she’s tired of pretending. Even with George on the road he’s made the effort to be there for her, and show her how much he cares, and Y/N is sure this is the right decision.

The sound of her phone ringing practically makes her jump out of her skin, and Y/N answers on the second ring - not even bothering to check who it is. Satan himself could be on the other end and Y/N wouldn’t care less.

Nothing can bring her down, not today.

“George?” she answers excitedly.

“Wrong twin,” Fred chuckles.

Y/N tries to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Oh, hey Fred.”

“You could at least pretend to be happy it’s me,” he teases. “How’s Chicago?”

“It’s good, weird without George around. How’s everything back home?”

“That’s what I called you to talk about, actually,” Fred starts. “I was just wondering when you planned on coming back?” Y/N fumbles around for an answer, but before she has the chance to find the right words Fred carries on. “I mean I’ve had a great time covering your lessons at the rink, but I’ve kinda been missing my free time, and now that George is Captain and this whole thing can end I was kinda hoping...”

Fred keeps talking but Y/N doesn’t hear any of it. No, she's too focused on those three little words. George is Captain. They seem so small, so insignificant, but it’s as if Fred has just dropped a bomb on her. Her chest feels tight, and it’s like she forgot how to breathe.

“Hang on, back up a second,” she cuts Fred off. “What did you say? George is captain?”

“Yeah?” Fred responds, the confusion he’s feeling clear in his tone. “Morrison is waiting until the first regular season game to announce it, but he told him the other night at that dinner you guys went to.” Fred pauses. “He didn’t tell you.”

No, he didn’t. She has outright asked George what Coach had wanted that night and he looked her in the eyes and lied.

Again.

Just like that night in the rink, when she asked what was wrong and he lied to her about needing to focus on hockey. When he took her heart in his hands and smashed it into a million pieces.

How the fuck has she allowed him to do it again?

“Y/N?” Fred’s voice comes through the phone when she doesn’t say anything.

“Gotta go,” she responds simply, hanging up the call.

Y/N was so sure. So fucking sure that George felt the same way as she does. But if he lied to her about being named Captain, the whole fucking reason this charade started in the first place, what else could he be lying to her about?

She’s not sure she’ll survive finding out the answer to that question.

“Honey I’m home!” George calls out when he swings the door open, a frown taking over the smile on his face when he doesn’t find Y/N right there to greet him. He’d broken pretty much every single traffic law in his eagerness to get home to her, so he’s disappointed that she’s not waiting at the door.

“Y/N?” he shouts, shutting the door behind him.

He can hear shuffling coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment, and when she doesn’t answer George follows it all the way to the bedroom. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, hoping that there’s some kind of sexy surprise waiting for him when he pushes open their bedroom door.

Except the sight in front of him stops him in his tracks. Because instead of Y/N laying in their bed naked, waiting for him to ravish her, there’s a suitcase open on the bed and Y/N is darting around the room, talking to herself quietly as she collects her belongings and shoves them inside.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?”

She finally notices his presence, and Y/N stops for a moment, eyes narrowed as she looks at George. “You tell me,” she seethes, before she goes back to shoving things into her bag.

“Baby, baby hang on,” George pleads, his confusion evident. He comes into the room, stepping between her and the suitcase so she’s forced to stop packing and look at him. “Talk to me, Y/N. Why are you packing?”

“Why don’t you tell me, Captain?” she spits, and George recoils at the mixture of anger and hurt in her voice.

“Oh. So you know about that, huh?” George stutters out, his mind reeling to find something to say.

This is not how he intended for this conversation to go. He planned on telling Y/N tonight, he was going to come clean about everything. George planned on taking her to his favorite restaurant, and over dessert he was going to tell her that Coach had made him Captain, and that he wanted to offer her a permanent place in both his heart and his home. He was finally going to tell her that he loves her, and that this arrangement has been anything but fake.

Now with that plan out the window he’s scrambling over how to fix this. He already lost Y/N once, and he sure is shit doesn’t plan on doing it again.

“Know that you lied to me? Yeah, I do.”

Y/N shoves past George, her hands shaking as she shoves the last few things into her suitcase. She’d hoped to be gone by the time that George would be back, to save herself the embarrassment of having him watch her fall apart once again.

After she hung up on Fred Y/N wasn’t really sure what to do, all she knew was she had to get out of Chicago as soon as possible. Everything between them had felt so natural and real, and the thought that it was all just a lie George was putting on made her feel sick to her stomach. Even though she still loves George and deep down she knows she should stay and hear what he has to say, she’s not quite sure she’s ready for that.

So once she wiped away her tears she booked the next flight out of town and started packing up. This is George’s home, after all. The only claim she had to it was the man standing behind her and she’s not even sure she has a claim on him either.

“Y/N I promise you, I was going to tell you about the Captain thing. I just wanted to-”

Except she cuts him off. “Wanted to what? Get your dick wet a couple of times before you sent me packing?”

George physically recoils at her words. “No, Y/N. Fuck, that’s not it at all.”

“Well that’s what it feels like.” Y/N zips her suitcase shut and yanks it off of the bed before she turns to look at George. The look of pure heartache on his face nearly brings her to her knees, but she has to stand her ground. “I asked you what Coach wanted that night and you looked me dead in my eyes and lied to me George. Just like you did that night at the rink. And then the next night you got me naked in bed knowing that you were lying to me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“Baby, please,” George pleads as Y/N grabs the handle of her suitcase and storms out of the room. He follows her down the hallway, desperately trying to hold on to her. “Just stop for a second, Y/N please. I can’t fucking think when you’re upset with me like this. Give me a chance to explain, please. Don’t go, baby. Not like this.”

Y/N stops at the front door, one hand on the handle. But she doesn’t open the door, not quite yet. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before she turns to look at George. There are tears streaming down his face, and it takes all of her strength to force the words out of her mouth.

“Good bye, George. For real this time.”

George only returns to their bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, the whiskey flowing through his veins making him numb enough to be in the space that still smells of her. When he crawls into bed he lets the tears that have been gathering flow down his cheeks, his hands desperately reaching for the pillow that still smells like her.

He hugs it tightly to his chest, smothering his cries into the fabric as he takes a deep inhale of Y/N’s familiar scent. He desperately needs to feel her in his arms again, but the softness of her pillow will have to do.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfic #George Weasley imagine #george weasley fan fiction #George Weasley smut #george weasley fanfiction #Harry Potter au #harry potter fanfiction #gw #golden

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m4zapan · 1 year

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masterlist 3 for fics i have not made but enjoy with my heart. (in progress)

masterlist 1

masterlist 2

fandoms included:

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

boku no hero academia

spiderverse

atwow

cod

disclaimer: this masterlist is for fanfiction that i’ve read and not written, i just want to keep them organized for when i want to go back to them. all links in the masterlists lead to original artist’s post.

disclaimer 2: if not all, most of the fics listed below are character-x-reader or ship-x-reader. if you don’t like this, this masterlist is not for you.

disclaimer 3: please let me know if any of the links aren’t working, even tho these mlists are mostly for myself.

disclaimer 4: most of the posts here are fem!reader or gn!reader x character but i’m trying to find good fics for male!reader x character for certain of them. i’ll be putting a certain emojis for them since they are minority.

disclaimer 5: all fics have gender or pronouns listed, some are afab but no pronouns.

disclaimer 6: i don’t take requests for characters not listed, sorry😭

disclaimer 7: i’m tagging all authors in comments:)

❤️‍🔥-personal favorites

🍋- smut

🍓- fluff

🫒- angst

🥝- suggestive

fandoms

jujutsu kaisen

nanami kento

house husband nanami 🍓 by curlyheadaphrodite (mention of using heels but can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 proposal hc 🍓 by peachsayshi (can be read as any gender)

driving instructor!nanami 🍋 by lemmetreatya (afab!reader)

moving into your first apartment with nanami 🍓🍋 by kentosbabes (she/her)

all the time in the world 🫒🍓 by gojonanami (she/her)

choso kamo

biting kink 🍋 by n-agiz (can be read as any gender)

sub!choso 🍋 by sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast (she/her)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @kentosbabes

attack on titan

reiner braun

nfl player reiner 🍋 by blkcupid (she/her)

nasty (connie, porco, onyankapon, eren, zeke, jean, levi, armin and reiner) 🍋 by apollostears (she/her)

levi ackerman

after the war 🫒🍓 by whattheheckmidoriya (can be read as any gender)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @kentosbabes

boku no hero academia

katsuki bakugo

my little wife 🍋 by atsushiskitten (she/her)

bakugo’s tiktok 🍓 by tteokdoroki (can be read as any gender)

bakugo when you get your nails done 🍓 by bkgml (she/her)

in the margins 🍓 by call-me-ko (she/her)

showering (no title) 🍓🥝 by katsukikitten (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 fuck buddies (no title) 🍋 by katsukikitten (afab!reader)

skirt 🥝🍋 by crybaby-bkg (can be read as any gender)

masterlists

masterlist @katsukikitten

spiderverse

miguel o’hara

❤️‍🔥 calentón 🍋 by zstrn (she/her) [literally a masterpiece, so good and spanish (being my first language) is spot on. love it]

love bites 🍋 by amhrosina (she/her)

sentimiento 🫒🍓 by knxv1lie (she/her) [spanish is SO good]

assistant | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 🥝 by devilfic (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 el trato | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | final 🥝🍋 by messylustt (she/her)

snow spider 🍓 by ichorai (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 what’s in between | pt. 2 🍓 by ghost-with-a-teacup (she/her)

“te amo” 🫒 by kirbyskisses (she/her) [this is mostly fluff but given the plot, it was very intense for me, in an angsty way]

jealousy 🍓 by cosmosis (she/her)

annoying 🫒 by sillyblues (gn!reader)

you’re the sunflower | pt. 2 🫒🍓 by fxllfaiiry (she/her)

you? | enough for you | jealousy 🫒 by mcu-coworkers (can be read as any gender)

being miguel’s canon love interest | pt. 2 🫒 by hannya-comehome (gn!reader)

fwb 🍋 by moralesluvr (she/her)

college!au 🍋 by xbellaxcarolinax (afab!reader, can be read as any gender)

weed killer | pt. 2 | pt. 3 🍓🫒 by brotherblaze (gn!reader) [part 2 and 3 are on aot]

the other woman | final 🫒 by voidhope (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 open up 🍋 by xbellaxcarolinax (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 let me help you 🍋 by roguelov (afab!reader)

nightmare 🍋 by messylustt (afab!reader)

strawberry sweet 🍋 by clandestineloki (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 overstim with miguel 🍋 by beautysamour (she/her)

miguel smut 🍋 by coffeeandbookskeepmealive

hobie brown

choker 🍋 by urdinosaurs (afab!reader)

arabella 🍓🥝 by firewalkzwit (she/her)

polaroids 🥝🍋 by cultrise

no title 🍋 by gobies-gf (she/her)

atwow

neteyam

h. e. r. 🍓 by livelaughloveloak (she/her)

being neteyam’s mate would include 🍓🥝 by witchthewriter (gn!reader)

cod

könig

hatred sex 🍋 by sweetiecutie (she/her)

ghost

got me snoring 🍋 by velvetures (she/her)

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 1/31/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Requests (next few days):

Fluff Request by @sweetashoneyhoney; Steddie x Reader; Summary: Do you want to write some steddie x reader fluff for your favourite reader? Pretty please💕

Smut Request by @hellooitsrose ; Spencer Reid x Reader; Both of them being virgins/inexperienced and super awkward but cute and flustered and mumbling and apologising and just in awe of each other

Angst Request by @drewmorg4n; Negan Smith x GN!Reader; Summary: hii, for your angst night could you do Negan Smith with unrequited love? preferably male reader or gender neutral. any prompt is fine :)

Angst Request by @rockwyn; Maddy Perez x Reader: Summary: hi, can u do a request where maddy got jealous of something and ended up shouting at the reader (soft) which made them cry.

Angst/Flirty Request by @rafesbae01; Rafe Cameron x Reader; Summary: 8. 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' Friends to lovers.

Scheduled (within the next few weeks)

February 3rd, 2023: Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

February 23rd, 2023: Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

First Part January 23rd: 'Cruel Summer': JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

First Part January 23rd: 'Read It and Weep': NFL!Rafe Cameron x Journalist!Reader: After the journalist reader gets tackled on the sidelines by wide receiver Rafe Cameron, they quickly become enthralled in one another and can't seem to let each other go.

February 25th, 2023: JJ Maybank Unrequited Love Oneshot: Every time the reader and JJ have had feelings for one another, it's never been reciprocated. Until it is.

Starting March 1st, 2023: 'The Chain' Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

March 2nd, 2023: Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

March 16th, 2023: Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

Eventual (TBD):

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

Boarders by the lovely @delishlydelightfuldividers

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ador3him · 1 year

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hii i saw that the requests are open and well here i am! i would like something with sapnap and a male!reader who really likes football and sends messages to his favorite players wishing them a "good match" and when sapnap finds out he can't stop teasing the poor reader

pairing: sapnap x male!reader

warnings: swearing, the use of the word 'sex'

requested? yes by anon!!

wc: unknown

a/n: OJAY HIII so basically im aussie and only know aussie footy which is nrl (national rugby league) people so i had to search up nfl players and teams (i used sooners and packers bc thats the only teams ik, my irl friend's american) bc yk im not american. also i assumed you meant footy (nfl) not soccer :)

"What are you doing?" Sapnap asked sitting next to y/n, trying to look over his shoulder. He turned off his phone and looked over to Sapnap, "Nothing, just on insta," he smiled and got off the couch. "No, what are you doing. You were smiling all giddy at your screen, gimmie," Sapnap motioned for y/ns phone. "No fuck off, Sap," he laughed moving further away from him and went back on his phone in the kitchen.

Sapnap snuck up behind him and took a good look at his screen from over his shoulder.

Dear Drake,

I havent texted you since your last game. It went well!! Now its time to verse the Packers! I got to be honest, I love the Packers. They are my second team, I am sorry but theyre good!

Just remember to not hurt Christian, I know hes a wide reciever so chances are slim either way but I really like him.

Good luck Drake!! Not like you need it. I will text you after the game and let you know my thoughts.

Y/n

"Are you texting Drake Stoops? Like the wide reciever for Sooners?" Sapnap chuckled a bit. "Sapnap!" y/n jolted as he got snuck up on. "Were you?" He asked again. "Fine yes I was! Its not weird I really like doing it. I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. Its nice to let them know you care." y/n ranted in embarrassment.

"Have they ever responded?" Sap asked curiously. "That doesnt matter," he mumbled walking away. "Yes it does! Tell me," Sapnap begged following him. "Fine, once. Christian Watson. He said that he loves getting my messages." y/n responded. Sapnap just looked at him. "Do you have a crush on Christian Watson?" He asked. y/n face screwed up, "No, he is a good player. Why does everything have to be couples or romance or sex all the time." He asked. "It was a simple question, im not the one texting celebrities!" Sapnap defended himself.

y/n sighed and sat on the couch turning the TV to the sports channel. "I think its sweet, I was only teasing you because you get defensive." Sapnap admitted. "Good, i think its sweet as well," y/n replied, spreading a blanket over the two of them.

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sidney-latrobe · 2 years

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pleaseee would you be down to write something where Fez is dating Nate’s sister, maybe she hates her whole family and her brother and Nate also hates her idk it’s all up to you, but I’ve been thinking about this for so looong

The better twin (Fezco x NateJacobs!Twin)

Summary: You are Nate's twin sister and dating Fezco.

Content Warning: None.

Word Count: 2.766

Personal Note: Thank you for another request. I decided that the Reader is Nate's twin sister. This work has an Orginal Female Character. I still hope you can live this story through her.

[Rue Speaking]

Sometimes, when I get really high, I kind of think I'm psychic.

Isobel Jacobs was an outstanding football player and could have gone pro and played in the NFL. She had light and quick feet, fast reflexes, and a throw that was almost impossible to catch but somehow, she could control that it always landed in the receiver's hand perfectly. Her father would have encouraged her to pursue her dreams and build her athletic talent if she were male like her twin brother Nate.

Nate would never admit this, but he knew she was a better Quarterback than he could ever be, and perhaps this is one of the many reasons he disliked her so much.

She could tell her dad and Nate didn't like her older brother Aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue, and Isobel disagreed. Isobel was close with Aaron—they were actual siblings: snickering and mocking each other in the hallway, sharing gossip, going shopping, giving advice, and stealing each other favorite snacks. Aaron loved his sister, unlike Nate.

You'd think twins would be close because they were created in the same womb and shared it for nine months, but Nate and Isobel weren't; in fact, they despised each other. They hated that they always woke up and reached for the orange juice simultaneously. The worst was when they spoke the same thing together. Nate always snitched to his parents about her because he wanted her to be weak and a pushover like their mother. Sometimes, you'd imagine Nate cared about her since he didn't like it when boys tried to flirt with her at parties, but Isobel was nothing more than a weakness for him, something his classmates could tease about him, and this possessiveness he felt about his family included her despite their shared disdain.

That was how she met Fezco—he was the only guy Nate didn't try to scare away, and she liked that about him. Unfortunately, I was in rehab when they first met at a party.

Fezco had seen a lot of different ways to light a joint, but he never thought he would see someone light it with a burning candle. She picked it up from the table and moved the little flame toward the brown paper between her lips as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. The orange light illuminated her haunting eyes—blue like the sky on a cloudless day.

"Yo! I got a light!" called Fezco as she breathed out a great cloud of smoke and set the candle back on the table. The joint never left her lips as her eyes snapped to him.

"Thanks," she said, slowly approaching. "The candle was fine. Fezco, right?"

"Yeah." He frowned and watched as the stranger took a seat next to him on the sofa. She knew his name, but he didn't know hers.

"I'm Isobel," she answered the question that lay at the tip of his tongue.

Something snapped in Fezco's head, and he stared at her with wide eyes. "Nate Jacobs twin sister?"

"The one and only," she sighed and smoked her joint, slowly breathing the smoke out. "You're the drug dealer, right?"

He nodded, mesmerized by the way she smoked her joint. Each breath of smoke was like a painting, and Fezco wished he could have taken a picture to make sure his mellowed mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

"You need something?"

"Nah, I was just asking." She looked toward the coward where her twin brother had just taken another shot, celebrating his win. "So, you having a good night?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

"We'll see."

Fezco followed her line-of-sight and caught Nate Jacobs staring at them. The quarterback's jaw was clenched so tightly that his teeth should have shattered from the pressure and Fezco sat up straighter. He hadn't even touched his sister, and Nate looked as though he was prepared to murder him, but then, Nate turned his back toward them and went on with his celebration.

Isobel stared at Fezco as if she were looking at him with clean eyes, saying, "A very good night."

[Rue speaking]

Isobel Jacobs fell in love with Fezco a month later. She adored how nervous and flustered he sometimes got whenever she had stopped by his shop unannounced, and in return, Fezco allowed himself a little taste of happiness. He knew dating a Jacobs wasn't a good idea and that it would definitely bite him in the ass later on, but he forgot all about his trouble as soon as he saw her. Plus, Ashtray liked her.

"I got it!" called Isobel as she entered Fezco's apartment carrying two large white bags.

Fezco, who had opened the door for her, pressed a sweet kiss on her inviting mouth and smiled as Isobe ran past him to show Ashtray the contents in her bags. He could tell that Ashtray was exhilarated even if the young teenager tried to cover his excitement with a bored expression on his face.

First, Isobel pulled a collection of old movies that Fezco knew Ashtray would like and watch tonight from her bag and lay it on the coffee table in front of her. Then, she handed him a book thick enough to knock someone unconscious with.

"Took me fucking hours to find this book for you," said Isobel. "Hope this will provide some useful reading."

Fezco looked over his girlfriend's shoulder and stared at the cover, smiling because he knew Ashtray had been searching for a lot of information about cryptocurrency online in the past days. He wondered how Isobel found out, but she always had a way of surprising them.

"Thanks," said Ashtray, the smile on his lips brighter than the sunshine outside. "What do I owe you?"

"Oh, nothing. It's a gift." She knew that Ashtray didn't like gifts, and she didn't care. "And don't you dare try to sneak the money in my purse like you did last time!"

Ashtray rolled his eyes at her and strode toward his room, opening the book as he walked. Fezco had taken a seat next to his girlfriend and stared at the movies until he heard Ashtray's door shut. Then, he pulled her into his embrace, forcing her to lay on top of him, and silenced her giggling by capturing her mouth in a long kiss. Isobel gasped for air as he moved to kiss the rest of her face—her forehead, her nose, her chin, her eyes, her cheeks. Fezco loved everything about her.

"So," said Isobel, her warm breath sending shivers across his arms, "you and Ash going to sell at the carnival next week?"

"Yeah," muttered Fezco, his mind trailing off as he ravished her neck.

"Need any help?"

He tilted his head up to look into her beautiful eyes and frowned. "Your family not selling their chili this year?"

Isobel rolled her eyes and groaned, "Course, they are selling it. I'm expected to help, but maybe I could sneak away after an hour if I had a reason to."

"You know I'm gonna be selling the whole night, right?"

Something flickered in her eyes. "You're not going to take a break and maybe enjoy yourself a little?"

"It's the best time to sell, babe."

Isobel looked as if she wanted to protest, but she just breathed out and brushed her fingers over his soft hair. A smile, not as bright as it should have been, curved her lips before she dipped her head and connected their lips once more.

[Rue speaking]

Fezco loved like really loved Isobel. His grandmother once told him that he couldn't trust love, that it was unpredictable and made him vulnerable, but Fezco couldn't help himself, couldn't stop thinking about her and hoping she'd come by his shop again. Isobel was also tough to shake off; she was ambitious, and when she wanted something, she got it.

"Is that the last package of napkins?" asked Mrs. Jacobs as her daughter placed a brown paper box onto the table.

"No," said Isobel, "I just carried this from the car and locked the doors because I like the sound it makes."

"Stop being such a smart-ass," her mother growled, "and help me with the bread."

"I don't see Nate or Aaron helping out," barked Isobel in a low tone, her gaze drifting toward the carnival where people laughed and screamed from excitement.

"Your brothers are bringing the chilli with your dad."

Isobel rolled her eyes, knowing this meant she had to prepare everything until they arrived. This meant cutting bread, laying out napkins, wiping the counter, preparing the cashier, and making sure her mother didn't drink the entire content of her coffee mug that was undoubtedly not coffee.

"How long am I excepted to help out?" asked Isobel as she wiped the counter.

"Your father wants the whole family to help, Isobel. Even your brothers are helping out. And why do you want to leave? Are you meeting friend?"

Isobel swallowed hard and begged the Lord for strength (so she wouldn't bash her mother's head in) before she turned to her mother and said in a honeyed voice, "Yes, I'd like to acutally rather hang out with my friends at a carnival than sell chili."

Her mother didn't spare her a glance as she replied, "You can ask your father when he gets here."

On the other side of the carnival, Fezco and Ashtray had just opened their shop. Ashtray filled the little glass cabinet with pretzels and tied a white apron around his waist while Fezco popped one earbud into his right ear and exited their little shop.

"You know that Isobel wants to hang with you tonight?" said Ashtray, fixing his baseball cap.

Fezco stared at his younger brother as he secured the roof. He didn't think Ashtray would care to give him relationship advice, but Ashtray spent the entire last week devouring the book she had gifted, and Fezco assumed he tried to find a way to pay her back.

"I know," grumbled Fezco. "Maybe I will. Let's get this money first, though."

They bumped fist, and Fezco headed into the crowd. The drug dealer walked through the pool of people, searching for familiar faces, faces he knew he could trust and, most importantly, get money off.

Nate returned to his family's stand, his cheeks reddened, and his chest puffed. He had yelled at someone, and Isobel hoped Maddy had enough brain to make her brother suffer a bit more before she allowed him to spread her legs again. She noted her father giving his favorite child a look.

"Well, did you break up again?" asked her father causally.

"No." said Nate, annoyed.

"Looks like you broke up again."

"No, we didn't."

"If you ask me, she's a distraction."

Isobel liked that her father disapproved of Nate's choice of a girlfriend because Nate wanted his father's approval, even if he doesn't know it yet himself. She smiled at the next customer. Another young man. He was as tall as she was with brown curls and dimples and beamed at her as if he never had a drop to drink, and she was a sparkling river.

"What can I get?" said Isobel, her voice sweeter than honey.

"A-A cup of chili, please," stuttered the boy, his cheeks growing red.

Aaron looked at his sister and smirked before he drank deeply from the can of beer in his hand. Nate and Cal stared at Isobel as she poured the thick, red liquid into a white paper cup.

"Be careful," she said as she handed him the cup. "It's very hot."

"O-okay."

"That'll be four dollars, sugar."

Now, the boy's cheeks were as red as the chili he held in his hands. Quickly, he sat the cup down and fumbled for his wallet, fishing out two five-dollar bills.

"The rest is for you," he smiled, hopefully.

"Thank you." She gave him a last smile. "Enjoy."

The boy opened his mouth but shut it as soon as he noted Aaron's and Nate's stares. He muttered something that Isobel couldn't understand and hurried away. Isobel placed the bills in the cashier, took her six-dollar top, and stuffed it in her bra.

"You just broke that boy's heart," chuckled Aaron.

"Sex sells," shrugged Isobel.

"How many tips did you already make?"

"Probably like fifty dollars."

Aaron chuckled again and drank from his beer as Isobel's phone buzzed. She pulled it from the pocket of her jeans and stared at the message on her lock screen.

Look up.

A smile was already on her face before she tilted her up and stared into blue eyes. Fezco stood at the corner of a shop, his hands holding his phone, the bright light illuminating his face.

Hey. How r u?

Well, I saw my gf flirt to get a tip.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a look, typing.

And guess what your gf is going to buy with that tip?

Fezco laughed and quickly replied.

You going on a break soon?

Yes.

"I'm going to meet some friends," announced Isobel and stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

"We're not done selling, Isobel," said Cal.

She took a deep breath before she turned to him. "I sold the most chili tonight. I think I deserve a break, wouldn't you agree?"

Cal swallowed hard and just nodded. Isobel flashed a triumphant smile at Aaron, but before she exited their shop, a firm hand took hold of her elbow, holding her back.

"You meeting your drug-dealing boyfriend?" whispered Nate into her ear.

Isobel stared at him, and her eyes were colder than ice, making him shiver. "Yeah," she said, holding her ground. "At least I'm in a healthy relationship. Can't say the same about you and Maddy."

Nate growled, "I can ruin your fucking life like that." He snapped his fingers. "You should know better than to be his little bitch."

"Careful, Nate. You almost sound like you care about me. Besides, don't make a threat you can't uphold. Don't forget that I know you better than you know yourself. I see things I haven't shared with daddy yet, but I'm sure he appreciates learning his son shares more hobbies with him than he knows. Now, let go off me."

Like a dog with his tail wedged between his legs, Nate harshly let go of his sister's arms. She stepped out from their job and jogged through the ocean of people, searching for her boyfriend.

Fezco had watched her conversation with Nate but knew better than to try and interfere. He beamed as soon as she halted in front of him. Isobel had pulled her hair into a brain, leaving only a few strands of her hair to frame her face. She looked like she worked on a farm with her braided hair, black boots, washed-out jeans, and that flannel shirt she loved to wear over low-cut tops.

"Hey," she smiled and pressed a long kiss to his mouth. "Sorry about the wait. Nate was being a jerk."

"Nah, you good." Fezco kissed her again. "I missed you."

A cocky smile curled her lips. "I slept over at your place last night."

"I know." He threw his arm around her and strolled toward the carnival. "But you had to leave so early. I was still half-asleep."

Isobel laughed. "Yeah, I remember. So, can I convince you to stop working for like half and hour and spend some time with your girl?"

"Why the fuck do I think I came looking for you? Come on. They have a shooting game up ahead. Winner can get a bear that's as tall as Ashtray."

"You think you're shooting is good enough for that?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face."

"Care to make this intersting?"

"What you thinkin'?"

"Winner gets fifty bucks." She pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. "And if you win, I'll wear that pink outfit you'll like tonight."

"Let's fucking go."

Her laughing was like ripples in a still pond after a stone had been thrown in. It radiated outwards through the packed crowd of people. Now Fezco too began to titter, and soon the ripples of laughter became great waves of hilarity.

#fezco x you #fezco #fez #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #fezco x reader #fezcoedit #fezco fluff #fezco fic #nate jacobs

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linasobsessions · 2 years

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Was it Nothing to You? {Jimmy Garoppolo} Part I

AN: this is a repost/rewrite of a fic that I have on wattpad. I thought people on here might enjoy it as well so here it is 😌

Jimmy Garoppolo x fem!Reader

Summary: Being in love with someone who sees you only as a friend is never easy. But being in love with a friend that you sleep with on a regular basis was even harder.

That's something (Y/N) starts to realize as well when feelings for her friend Jimmy start to creep up on her. The problem: not only is Jimmy the famous starting Quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers but also someone who isn't really cut out for serious relationships. Will she tell him about her feelings or will she distance herself to protect herself from rejection and hurt?

She should have known that it wasn't a good idea. To be honest, it had been one of the worst ideas they had in a long time. But she had accepted his offer without a second thought. Who could blame her tho? Jimmy and her were close and she believed it wouldn't take a toll on their friendship. And how could she possibly refuse the opportunity to hook up with one of the hottest NFL players on a regular basis?

He was everything a man should be in her eyes. He was caring and loving, but also someone you could joke around with. He was successful and did really well for himself. He was someone who could provide a good life for you. Not to mention his good looks. His face looked like those one of male models. His jawline sharp with cheeks full of scruff. His eyes a deep chocolate brown you could get yourself lost in. His whole body was carved by Greek gods so strong and powerful.

The suggestion came out of nowhere for her. She was okay with them being just friends. Of course she thought he was attractive but that was it. She would have never believed that she could have the opportunity to sleep with him. Not just because they were only good friends but also because she just wasn't his type. Not that she was not pretty by any means, no, just because she wasn't what society considered the beauty standard. Guys like him would never go for girls like her. But she had also seen the girls Jimmy had gone home with from clubs and went on dates with. They were all skinny, so gorgeous and absolute unlike her. Most of them were the complete opposite to her and as much as she hated it, she couldn't help but compare herself to those women. She almost wanted to laugh. Jimmy Garoppolo wanted to hook up with her? It had to be a joke.

But he wasn't joking. Not at all. His expression was as serious as it could get. He was really asking her to hook up with him. And even though she knew deep down this would stirr up something unwanted, she agreed. A couple of seconds of silence arose between the two of them. It wasn't awkward by any means but rather filled with some kind of electricity. And when Jimmy closed the space between them and pressed his lips onto hers for the first time that electricity felt like dozens of fireworks going off at the same time. Their hands explored each other's bodies as (Y/N) deepened the kiss that got more passionate by the second. They unconsciously agreed on one thing: their clothes needed to come off as soon as possible. While making their way to (Y/N)'s bedroom, more searching around for the right way because neither of them wanted to break the kiss, they started to pull each other's clothes off. His shirt first, followed by her hoodie before they fell on her bed, the rest of their clothes becoming less and less.

Their first time was filled with passion as both forgot where they ended and the other began. Pure, hot pleasure ran through their veins and nerves as only the sounds of their breaths, moans and skin on skin were audible. It was amazing. And (Y/N) had to admit. He was the best she ever had. Unlike her other boyfriends and hook ups he focused on her and her needs, making her reach her high not only once, but twice. She was absolutely spent and from the rapid beating of his heart and heavy breathing Jimmy was too.

(Y/N) would have expected him to get out of bed after they were done but the opposite was the case. Jimmy pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her head rested on his chest so she got lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and his hands drawing circles on the skin of her waist.

On this night neither of them knew the chaos that would soon arise because of their agreement. On this night both of them were just glad to have someone lying next to them, keeping them company.

#nfl football #nfl #nfl imagine #nfl imagines #national football league #jimmy garoppolo #jimmy garoppolo imagine #jimmy garoppolo imagines #jimmy garoppolo x Reader #American football #san francisco 49ers #49ers

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ghostking4m · 7 months

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All Of The Girls You Loved Before

Joe Burrow x Male Reader

Summary: The fans are catching on and a soft launch launches fans into chaos

Author’s Note: sorry i’ve been so inactive again. work and school are killing me. i also haven’t made any other wip’s, so i promise i’ll start working more on that. i’m also gonna try and actually WRITE a piece for Joe, Justin, Mccaffery, Bosa, and some of the formula 1 drivers. I might try and write for Andre “Yoshi” as well. my top picks for f1 are Charles, Lando, Mick, Daniel, Lewis, & Ollie (f2). Let me know if you guys have any other requests!!!

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mariahthelioness29 · 4 years

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Send the Addy

Pairing: SamBucky x Black! Reader

WC: 4,279 ( I am theirs, they inspire me)

Warning: It is absolute filth, my peeps, barely a plot, SMUT, Sugar relationship, D/s dynamics, Double Penetration ( anal & vaginal), oral ( male & female receiving), daddy and sir naming , spitting, edging, rough sex, praise and degradation, blindfold and light bondage... that’s all.

A/N: This for @blackmissfrizzle and her Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge. I had the song Send the Addy by Flo Milli.

@siancore @helahades @avintagekiss24 @rasberrylemon @saintsebastian-stan @sapphirescrolls @honeychicanawrites @marvelmaree @honestlyfrance @xbuchananbarnes @blacklavenderjade @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @deansblackbeauty

After an excruciating week full of all-nighters, tidying final projects and exams. You and your girls are dancing, drinking some strong booze, forgetting the hell you all went through.

Send the addy, starting playing and you stand up from the chair and start dancing

“Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)

Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me

Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)

He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me

He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)

Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)

She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)

I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)”, You sing along.

You move your hips to the beat going down till you're squatting near the floor and start throwing your ass back. Your ass shaking going up and down on repeat.

“Ayeee, show’em what you got, baby”! ,your friend Bry hyping you up while recording.

You stand up running to your friend, laughing somehow feeling a little shy but still feeling yourself.

“Damn, what’s gotten into you ?, you out here showing out, feeling yourself, but I can not complain I am enjoying it a lot”.Bry inquires, looking you up and down, smirking at you.

“Just happy that for once I was ahead of the curve, did not procrastinate and did all the work like for once I am confident, the finals will be great”.

You smile at her, both of you sitting close to each other wrapping your arms around each other. You and Bry have been friends since freshman but sometimes you indulge in each other. When there is booze or stress involved, you seek each other's refuge.

Some heavy twerking to 19, Birthday Cake and WAP, drinking and some heavy making out sessions with Bry and Draya recording it . You send all the videos to two particular men in your contacts. You are all snickering and smiling to your phone. You know you're in for one hell of a night with your daddies.

“y/n, when are you going to tell us the truth? ”,Draya disrupted you from your phone.

“Tell, you what”. You feign, cocking your head to the side.

“ So you think we blind and stupid, you definitely have a sugar daddy or an Only Fans”.

“That is the same thing, I have been trying to find out”, Bry expressed with faux annoyance rolling her eyes.

“Your skin is glowing, The lace you got, Lace where?, you are not whining about your car problems, the clothes, the jewelry, the nails, like everyone can confuse you with some NBA player’s wife, if they don’t know you.” Draya continued.

“The rent is paid and everything paid plus a new phone, new laptop. Oh, She gets some Fenty x Savage and Agent Provocateur on the side ”, Bry pipes in.

“Nosey bitch”, you shove Bry and she laughs.

“ Is he some NBA ,NFL, Major League player, CEO, Rapper, Doctor, Real estate mogul, Politician?”, Bry asked.

“Nope”, you said while stifling a smile and you took your shot of D’usse.

Draya slouched more on the chair and sighs. “ Well if she won’t tell Bry, then she is taking that secret to the grave”.

“Guys, I wish I could tell you but I can’t, I have signed an NDA, I don’t have money or lawyers to fight an NDA breaching just cause my girls want me to kiss and tell”.

They all rolled their eyes. “Well, if he has friends that want a sugar baby tell’em to send the addy, I am here for the taking ” Bry responded while twirling around and posing.

You all cackled.

Little did they know that you were Captain America and the Winter Soldier’s sugar baby. You have to keep it a secret. This can mess up your future career and theirs.

You start reminiscing, while your friends are having fun.

You can see what they were seeing. A year and half ago, you were quiet, always tired and not as vibrant. Balancing the little you had, some internships to build your resume and classes, were taking a toll on you. You had the biggest internship. An internship at the Avengers headquarters, with no other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. If you aced this, you were pretty much settled. The chance of getting a nice job will be high. The internship pay was nice. It gave you some comfort but the hours were outrageous. The internship has some other perks. Seeing Sam Wilson, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, ex Winter-Soldier pass by.

You seem them pass by hand in hand. They wave at you. You smile and wave back. You hate to see them go but love to watch them leave. They have some nice ass thighs and Sam’s ass in that Cap uniform. You are sure that if you ever had the chance to go to bed with him. You will be groping it all night. It looks so good. You feel a sort of remorse for thinking that .You can see Sam and Bucky love each other so much and here you are being horny because of Sam’s ass in his uniform.

They were always trying to find ways to be in the lab with you, but you always denied that they were here for you.

You became friendly with both of them. You can see there were always lingering eyes or a hug longer than usual but you always thought it is your infatuation playing with your mind.

That was until the Stark Benefit Gala happened. You were having fun until the party ended and your car decided to die on you. You were standing there, bummed in a beautiful dress. The dress was a courtesy of Dr. Cho.

They saw you groaning and rolling your eyes in your car. They came to your help. Sam was drunk. It was late, so Bucky offered you a ride to your humble abode.

Against your better judgement you decided to ask if Bucky wants to get in your home. He went in. You were sitting drinking some water. You went to your room to get out of the dress and change to some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were talking about T.V shows and he mentioned he was watching the Witcher but has never had time to catch up so you turned on the T.V watch the Witcher with him to explain to him what he has been missing.

Suddenly you guys were making out. You on top of him, t-shirt disregarded.

You stop him, “ We cannot do this to Sam”, you said, your lips ghosting over his.

“What if I tell you, Sammy is okay, with this. He grabs your ass cheeks hard. He breathes you in and suckles the pulse point of your neck.

You throw your head back and start grinding on him.

“What if I tell you he wants you, just as much as I do”. His voice raspy laced with desire. With that he kisses you with such a passion, all the oxygen in your lungs disappeared, he kisses your cheek in a chaste way, kisses your hand, pulls you off his lap, stands in front of you, and tells you goodnight. Leaving you hanging, confused, hot and bothered.

Your phone beeped and a message with a weird number appeared

Meet us tonight at the Cove at 21:00 sharp , The Uber is already paid and will pick you up. S&B”

Another message in with the directions to the Cove. The Cove was a nice restaurant wine bar a little outside the city.

At the Cove, Sam was there to confirm what Bucky told you.

The waiter greets you and takes you orders. Chardonnay and tapas to go with it.

“ Thank you for being here, y/n”, Sam started. “Buck told me what happened”.

“Sam, I am so sorry, please I stay away from you. I don’t want this to cause any problems. I am so sorry”, you apologize to him.

Sam looks at you soft. “Hey, calm down, I would’ve loved to see that, you and Buck”. You are in shock. It is true what Bucky told you. “Buck told me you feel good,y/n and I want to find out:, he whispers. His eyes darkened while taking you in. It sends a shiver to your spine.

“ See, y/n, Buck and I, we love each other very much”. You see Bucky looking at Sam like he hung the moon and Sam takes Bucky's metal hand to his lips and kisses it. “But we are both missing what is like to be with a woman”. Bucky answered. “Someone we can both trust and confide in” Sam pipes in. “ We both have a kind of a dominant air and we want someone that can be ours” Bucky continues. “ I see the way you look at us, you invited me to your apartment”. "We made out" “ You check Sam’s ass a lot, I know you can’t help it, It's so good”. You see Sam biting his lip at that.

You want to stay and jolt the hell out of there. You want to say something but you can't, the words won’t come out.

Sam lift his hand

“ Before you ask, what’s in it for you”, Let me tell you”. Sam led the conversation.

“ You are an amazing intern. Nothing but good things; cunning, smart, hard working. Banner and Helen have seen how hard you work. School and bills take a toll on you. “We see your car, that poor thing. “ You are quiet , you sigh a lot”. “We want to relieve that burden for you”.

You take a good gulp of the wine so that it can give you courage. “ This is not some cruel prank, right?, You ask with doubt. Taking a strand of hair behind your ears. You are shaking like a leaf.

Sam and Bucky smile at you. They’re smiles are comforting.

“ It is not. In fact, I have something for you”. Sam takes a stack of papers from his suitcase and puts it on the table.

“ It is a Non Disclosure Agreement and some ground rules, This could be scandalous, we are aware of that so we have to keep this a secret much to my disdain.” Sam huffs.

Bucky takes your hand in his. “ Just give it a thought and think how good this can be for you”. “If you are not on board with this. It’s okay, we understand. Burn those papers and we continue like nothing happened, please just think about it and let us know what you want”. Bucky looks at you with his ocean eyes pleading.

The days followed. NDA signing. Medical exams all of you did. After that you had the most amazing experience you ever had in your life. It was everything. So erotic, you on your back Sam driving into you with madness. Bucky beside you alternating between kissing Sam and playing with your clit. Bucky spitting in your mouth, saying you are theirs and no one else's. So filthy, your back against Bucky’s chest he was in your ass while Sam was in front of you balls deep in you and they were both fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, they groaned in unison”

Bucky was kissing the back of your neck giving you long but hard strokes. “Babyy, so tiight, so goood”, he said in between strangled moans.

You could barely breathe. They are pushing buttons, you did not know they existed.

Sam was rough, giving you fast strong strokes, hitting that spot repeatedly. “He was moaning, grunting, breathing heavy too. Eyes closed head back. “Fuck baby, you’re gripping me hard, I’m not going to last long, if you keep doing that. Naughty girl you like that, huh?, “having two men at the same time”. Sam said with his breath short, driving his dick deeper in you.

You nod. You cannot form a coherent sentence

Bucky wrapped his vibranium fingers tight around your throat, making you face Sam. “Answer him”, he orders you, whispering in your ear.

“Yes, sir, I love being stuffed by you both.” You answered him with a strangled whisper while your eyes were fluttering. It was too much but it was what your body was craving ever since Dr.Banner introduced you to them.

After a few more strokes you came with a shout and your legs shaking . Sam came hard , then Bucky after fucking your ass with no abandon. The night went on like that, Sam and Bucky using you the way they saw fit.

You were stuffed with their cum and seeing galaxies at the end of the night.

They took care of you after that. Bathing you, cleaning you up, giving you snacks, even brushing your teeth, and putting you to sleep.

You were biting your lip, pressing your thighs together. You were hoping you could get some of that tonight.

Seems like your wish is granted because your cell phone vibrates. Two messages in

Bad girl, making out with your friend, that mouth, that pussy belongs to us. Only us.

I see you’re having fun, but you can have more fun with us, baby girl. Say goodbye to your friends and you come to this hotel this instant.

They sent you the address to the hotel . You see the address is not that far. Your pussy throbs in anticipation.

“ Well, bitches, I got to go”, you say picking your Birkin bag and taking one last shot.

“ Daddy Anonymous called you, huh”, Bry said looking you up and down.

“ Yes he did and I am going to get some dick tonight”. You all laughed.

Kissing and hugging your girls goodbye. You get in the car and connect the phone to the speakers and play send the addy again.

Reaching to the hotel. You text the numbers back with:

I am here, sir.

I am here, daddy.

They reply back with the room number.

You arrived at the room you knocked on the door , just how they thought you.

It was them. Bucky was dressed in a black shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Sam was wearing a burgundy shirt also with the sleeves rolled up. Tight jeans and two very noticeable hard ons. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Bucky grabs you close to him and slaps your face. You gasped. The slap is not hard enough to leave a mark but to tingle. Sam watches amused rubbing his erection through his pants.

“Bad, girl, behaving like a slut, making out with Bry, letting her touch you like that”, he said, wrapping his vibranium fingers around your neck with force. “You just can’t get enough, do you baby ?”

“Daddy Buck, may not like it but I love it baby. You are so fucking sexy, especially when you make out with Bry”. Sam replied.

Why did you do it, baby girl ?, Sam asked while unbuckling his belt and sitting on a chair in the corner.

Bucky makes you face Sam.

“ I like pussy too, sir and her lips are nice, both sets of lips,sir”. You whisper with Bucky’s hand tight around your throat.

Bucky grabs you by the forearm, makes you walk to the bed with him. He sits at the edge of the bed.

“ Lay across my lap”, he demanded.

You do as you're told and lay across his lap.

“Daddy is very disappointed, and you know what happens when daddy is disappointed”. You brace yourself for what is about to come. Spanking with the vibranium hand.

“ You are going to count, Ok”.

A slap to your ass and it is heard. “One”. You exhale the breath you were holding in. Two slaps quickly after another. “Two, three”, you whisper and then hiss. He massages your ass cheek. And slaps it again “Four”, you scream. “Such a good girl, taking your spanking so well”, Sam encourages you while stroking his dick slowly.

“Don’t get any ideas, he might like what you do but you are still a dirty slut”. With that he spanks you three times quick after another. “Five, six, seven”, you scream and a tear is rolling down your face.

“Aw, baby you look so cute when you cry, don’t worry, honey, it is going to end soon, Sam walks to you and wipes the tear away from your face. He cups your face in his hand.

Bucky laughs. “Whores pulling stunts and can’t handle the consequences”. “Should've known better” He spanks your ass three times one after the other. “Eight, nine, ten” you sob.

You stand up from Bucky’s lap. Your ass stinging. You know that you will not sit comfortably for a week. You hiccup a sob.

“Sh, sh,sh, that's my girl, taking what we give so well”. Sam console you. He cups our face and then hugs you tight. He smells so good. Sandalwood and cocoa butter. His skin is smooth

“ Lay on the bed, baby girl, I'm going to give you a treat”. You lay at the edge of the bed, with your legs open.

Sam lick his lips, you are dripping wet.

"So wet, so pretty" Sam whispers, touching your pussy. You moaned at that,moving your hips looking for more sensation but he stops touching you.

"Tell us, are you wet for Bry or for us?",Bucky questioned

"You only you"

"Good answer, pretty baby".Sam says breathing you in.

“ What do good girls say to that, y/n?”, Sam asked

“ Thank you, sir”, you answer him, all breathy

With that he licks along your slit and then starts devouring your lips. Sucking on your clit and then shoving his tongue in you. He keeps that pattern until you are squirming and moaning loud but Bucky puts his arm around your middle, keeping you down. Sam keeps eating you out like you are his last meal.

“You are such a dumb baby, you cannot take my spanking or his tongue, don’t worry baby. "Bucky whispers to your ear.

“He spoils you but I will set you straight.” He bites your nipple to the point it is painful. You moaned loudly the pain and the pleasure mixing in. You grab his hair hard and he grunts. He soothes the bite, licking and flicking his tongue on your nipple.

Bucky grips Sam’s head and brings Sam to him and they kiss slowly all tongue. Both of them sharing your juices. It is such a sight.

“Do you trust us, baby?”, Sam ask with his lips shining of your essence and Bucky’s spit.

“Yes, sir, My safe word is fly”.

“ Good girl”, Sam responds and then hovers over you to peck your lips.

He goes to the night table and takes a pink silk scarf and pink rope out of the drawer.

He makes you sit on the bed and ties the silk scarf around your eyes and he kisses your cheek.

“My pretty baby”

“ I don’t know why you keep putting her on a pedestal, she is a whore”, Bucky tells Sam.

“ A whore that needs to be put in her place”. Bucky continues

“ C’mon, ass up ,face down”. Bucky orders and there is no room for ifs.

You assume the position. “Hands behind your back”, Bucky demands.

You put your hands behind your back and you feel the rope tightening on your wrists.

You gasp when you feel a dick inside you in one thrust and you know is Bucky. He is like that though, demanding. He starts ramming into you. The shaking of your ass against his hips, your pussy creaming on his shaft . That spurs him on.

“ He might say nice things to you, but we both know what you like, getting fucked without mercy”, He groans at the feeling of you spasming around him. “That is what you like”.

He pulls on your hair. “Say it”, he growled.

“He might say nice things but I like getting fucked without mercy”. You answer him breathless.

You are moaning non-stop, your breathing ragged. His dick drives in and out at a fast pace. You feel yourself tightening around his cock.

He stops and pulls out of you. You whine

“Stop whining”, Bucky reprimands you, spanking your ass a little. A warning.

You cry out when you feel another dick inside you, a different kind of stretch. Inch by inch he enters you, he is hissing. “Aaahh fuuuck”.

You know it is Sam. He takes his sweet time entering you most of the time.

He starts going at a slow pace, pulling out almost and slams back in. Then he pulls almost out, he grips your hips and drives your ass against his hips unhurried. Every time he does that, you feel the air leave the room.

He keeps doing that until you are almost there, you can feel it then he stops and pulls out of you.

You are left there clenching around nothing.

You hear them kissing. Humming and moaning into the kiss. You start hearing Sam moaning and slurping and gagging sounds, moans from Bucky too.

You hear whispering but you cannot understand what is said.

Bucky was on his knees sucking Sam off, taking Sam's shaft to the back of his throat, savoring all of you from Sam's dick. He pulls Sam out his mouth with a pop.

He stands up and whispers to Sam's ear: "She tastes so good on your dick, sweetheart, mmhmm so good."

You whine:" pleeeaseee"

Sam returns to you, entering you at a snail's pace till he is full inside. His moans, hisses mixing with your moans and cries.

"Can't stay without dick for long, Can you baby ?". Bucky asks you. He chuckles. "Such a needy slut".

You nod. You mewl: "Yes, daddy".

Sam kisses your shoulders. “ You are such a sight, baby girl, you are my good girl, I love you so much”, He says with his deep and raspy voice.

“ I love you so much, sir”. You reply with tears in your eyes. You don't know, who is worse, Bucky with his unforgiving pace or Sam's slow pace. They are doing this for what seems an eternity. When they feel you are about to cum, they switch places or leave you hanging.

Sam praised you and Bucky degraded you.

You can’t take it anymore. You are so pent up. Release is the only thing in your mind.

You were now on your back still blindfolded and your wrist tied on top of your head.

“Please, daddy, please, sir, please can I cum ?”. You sob

Bucky was slamming into you. Faster than ever, groaning and moaning

“ Cum, let go”, he moans. He was so close too.

You came with your legs shaking and a silent scream.

More thrusts and Bucky was coming

“Shiiiitttt”,fuck, fuck”, Bucky cried out on repeat. With a long moan, he emptied inside you. He dropped next to you on the bed, spent and satisfied.

Right after, Sam entered you in one thrust and started pumping you fast. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. You feel your whole nerves convulse. It was so much but your body needed his release.

“Sir, please, give me your cum”, you babble

“ Don’t have to ask me twice, baby girl, He grunted.

Thrusting into you with his eyes closed, head back and his lips parted.

"Fuuuckkk, you got some good pussy on you, babyyy, y/n. He sped up, chanting your name.

He came within you, with a loud groan. He dropped on top of you

You love his weight on you. When he catches his breaths. He stands up and takes your blindfold off. Bucky tuned in the light so that your eyes don’t hurt, when Sam takes the blindfold. Sam takes the rope off your wrists and kisses your wrists.

Bucky appears with glasses of water for the both of you. He gives Sam the glass and they kiss.

You cannot believe your luck. Both of your men, naked. Sam thick arms and thighs and that ass. Bucky with those thighs, those abs carved like some Greek god and the contrast of his arm, flesh and metal, hair all disheveled.

Bucky kneels in front of you and gives you a glass of water.

Bucky kisses you. “You know that it is all role play, baby. I love you and I appreciate you so much”. You nod. You drink the water and put the glass on the nightstand. You grab his face.

“ I know, daddy” and you place a kiss on his forehead.

He looks at you, like you are everything in his world.

He stands up. He kisses Sam again then Sam bents and kisses you.

“ You are so beautiful, you know that”, Sam expresses taking your features in.

“ Thank you, sir. You are so pretty too”. He laughs at that.

Bucky finds some sweatpants and puts them on.

“I am going to order something to eat”. Bucky picks the phone to call room service.

"Blueberry waffles,pleaseee".You look at him with puppy eyes. Sam sits next to you. "I want some blueberry waffles too, baby boy". Sam asks with that smile that makes Bucky melt.

He chuckles shaking his head.

You, two are too much for his heart to handle.

"Well, when you both ask like that, how can I say no"

He calls room service.

You are there, feeling light and satisfied with two men that care so much. Every day you are falling a little bit more in love with them.

You don’t know what the future holds for all of you but for now you will always go to them when they send the addy.

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Father’s Day (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut (oral, male receiving)

A/N: I literally wrote this in 40 minutes, so I hope it’s not too horrible!! Thanks to @pumbibaby for the ideas!

Father’s Day was always an important day in your household. Not only did it give you a chance to spoil your husband Chris Evans, but your son was born on Father’s Day three years ago. Naturally, your sons actual birthday didn’t land on the actual holiday every year, but still, it was always fun to celebrate.

Three Years Ago

Walking down the hallway of your house, your hand rubbed your belly as you felt your son kicking vigorously inside of you. You had blamed Chris and all the time you spent watching Chris train for his battle scenes throughout the past few months. Of course, Chris denied it all, saying the baby couldn’t see anything while in your womb, but still, you liked to tease him.

It was Father’s Day and your due date yes two days ago; the doctors were going to induce you by Tuesday if you had yet to give birth. The smell of bacon wafted through the air and you all but waddled as fast as your swollen feet could carry you to the kitchen.

There, you found Chris making you breakfast and you smiled brightly. “Baby, it’s Father’s Day. I should be the one making you breakfast this morning.”

Chris turned around and as he saw you massaging your large belly, his smile he gave you made your knees weak. He loved to tell you how beautiful you looked carrying his child in your womb. “Y/N, you are 9 months pregnant. I am not having you cook, even on a day like today. Please sweetheart, go take a seat and I’ll be done here soon.”

As you waddled to your seat, you felt a sudden pain in your stomach before wetness trailed down your leg. Immediately you blushed, thinking you had just relieved yourself but as you looked down, you noticed that wasn’t the case.

“Chris,” you spoke softly, not wanting to panic him or yourself.

“Hmmm?” was all he replied with as he flipped the pancakes.

“My water just broke.” It was inevitable; Chris panicked. The spatula splattered to the floor as he rushed to your side, taking in your appearance to make sure you were alright.

After calming him down, he grabbed the hospital bag the two of you had packed together a few weeks ago and he quickly got you strapped in the car. Your contractions weren’t too bad yet and you were grateful for that, just wanting to get to the hospital safely and hopefully get some drugs into you.

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It didn’t work out as you planned with all the traffic in Los Angeles; by the time you reached the hospital, your contractions were too close together and you were dilated too far along for the drugs.

Chris was squeezing your hand as sweat dripped down your forehead; your hair matted to your face as you tried to remember your breathing.

It was quick, and after two hours of arriving at the hospital, your son was born.

“Hello Brady,” you cooed to him as the nurse placed him in your arms.

Chris’ eyes widened as you said your sons’ name for the first time. It had been a debate ever since you found out you were having a boy. Chris jokingly said Brady and you had dismissed it thinking he only wanted to name him after his favorite NFL player Tom Brady; but there was a certain twinkle in his eye, and that told you he always loved the name no matter who else had the same name.

“Really?” Chris spoke, unsure of himself.

Leaning in, you captured his lips, nodding your head. “Wanna meet daddy little Brady?”

Present

Opening your eyes, you smiled as you remembered today was Father’s Day. It was always one of your favorite holidays, holding a special place in your heart. Looking at the baby monitor screen on your nightstand, you saw that Brady was still fast asleep. Rolling over, you saw Chris was still passed out.

You loved your husband to no end, wanting to do everything in your power to make him the happiest man alive. The thin sheet was low on his body as his chiseled chest was bare to you; the sheet however did nothing to hide the morning wood he had.

With a smirk, you pulled the thin sheet off his body and saw his cock standing proud; the two of you never wore anything to bed at night so it made your mouth water to see him naked and asleep.

Lightly wrapping your hand around his thick cock, he began to stir, but his eyes remained closed. You pumped him a few times before licking his slit, which caused him to groan. Licking up the underside of his cock, he groaned louder this time as your eyes watched his face, seeing how long it would take him to wake up.

Taking him fully into your mouth, you began to bob your head up and down, and it only took a few times before his sleepy eyes opened. As they landed on you and what you were doing, a tired but excited smile appeared on his face.

“Is this a dream?” he asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

Letting him go with a pop, you shook your head. “This is all real baby. Happy Father’s Day,” you replied with a wink before wrapping your mouth around his slick cock again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hand came to tangle in your hair. Hallowing your cheeks, you sucked him harder as your right hand gripped his base where your mouth couldn’t reach. Your own arousal began to heighten as his groans and moans filled your ears; you loved him coming undone at your touch.

“Fuck…I’m…I’m close baby,” Chris husked out as his fingers tangled more roughly in your hair, his hips bucking upwards into your mouth. You bobbed your head faster, wanting him to cum inside your mouth and just as you felt his cock begin to twitch, Brady woke up.

“Daddy!! Mommy!!!” his voice came out loud and clear from the baby monitor on the night stand.

Chris’ hips stilled and so did your head, letting him drop from your mouth. Brady kept yelling for both you and Chris. Chris’ head fell back onto his pillow as he let out a shaky breath.

Climbing up his body, you kiss him quickly. “Lucky for you, I got a sitter tonight. Brady will be staying with Uncle Scott tonight and you can do whatever you want with me tonight. Happy Father’s Day Chris.”

His eyes went wide at your words as he watched you place your robe over your naked body and you could see the ideas already forming in his head as you left the room to grab Brady.

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How’s Your Throat? (M)

Pairing: Simon Dominic x Reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), semi-public sex A/N: I started this months ago for a request but then things went left and I couldn’t write for a good month or so. Mianhae to whoever requested this story. I tried, yet failed.

Have you ever been backstage at an AOMG concert? No? Well, it is just as crazy as you can imagine. Someone will end up chasing someone or they’ll be arguing over something stupid and/or irrelevant. And please whatever you do, do NOT mention the NFL or the Seahawks. Unless you want to hear Jay go on and on about the strength behind the 12th man.

But tonight’s conversation, wasn’t the worse you’d been apart of with the boys. But it was definitely one of the most interesting. Kinks. One second Jay was talking to ELO and Pumkin, next thing you know everyone is sitting together discussing kinks.

“Well Hyung, spill. We’ve all been talking, but you two love birds haven’t told your kinks. You must be into some really freaky shit,” Jay said grinning and body rolling in his chair.

“Nah, we leave the real freaky shit up to Loco. Ain’t that right man,” Simon said hitting his arm.

“It’s not that weird, shut up,” everyone laughed at the blush reddening his cheeks.

You decided to stick up for your little cinnamon roll, “It’s okay Pollo Loco, I don’t think it’s weird. It’s actually kind of hot.”

He shyly smiled over to you, “Thank you. See, she agrees with me. So there!” Everyone laughed at his childish teasing, except Jay who stuck his tongue back out. Which then led to an ugly face battle. You got up, you were not going to stick around and get roped into judging another one of those. You walk over to your purse, deciding to play a game or scroll through IG, when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist. You instantly know who it is, no one here would touch you like that.

“Hey, why’d you leave the boys,” you turn and ask Simon. He normally hung out with them pre-show to ‘get his mind right.’ Not that you minded, you were always around somewhere. You liked Hoody, so you two often ended up talking about what all had developed since the last time you saw each other. But most of the time you were next to Simon. He liked having you close, even if it seemed like you weren’t paying attention to each other, you still were connected and in-tune. Which is why you weren’t surprised when you felt his hardening erection press into you.

“The boys will be pre-occupied for a while. Besides, I need to talk to you about something.” He pulled you out of the lounge into the connecting dressing room. “Did you mean it,” he asked once the door was closed.

“Yeah, of course I think your legs are better than Jay’s. I keep tell him to stop skipping leg day,” you say laughing and turning towards him. You turn to see Simon’s serious face. “Wait, what were you talking about, if not Jay’s chicken legs?”

“Do you really think Loco’s kink was hot,” he asked moving closer to you. You slowly nod your head, no longer smiling, he was too calm and that made you suspicious. “Why didn’t I know about this? I thought I knew all your kinks,” he said pulling you down onto his lap as he sat. You straddled his lap, “You know all the kinks that I know about. I told you, I never really gave it much thought. I just like what I like.” You slowly slide your hands down his chest, playing with his belt buckle, “Besides you never told me what you like either.” You slide off the couch onto your knees, “So, why don’t you think about it while I fix this problem. Can’t have you going on stage and showing all your fans just how solid your dick is, can we?”

He smiled down at you, eyes crinkling at the sides. “You don’t have that much time KittyCat. Think you can finish me in time,” he said smirking. He knows how much you love a challenge. You didn’t see the need to actually answer that, raising your eyebrow you continued the task of pulling him out of his black skinny jeans. You knew you didn’t have the time to tease, so with a smile and a wink you licked him from root to tip. He tried his best not to moan out, you were going to try to break him. You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking gently before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could. You swallowed once you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, “Shit, do that again.” You swallowed again, this time moaning when you feel his tight grip on the back of your neck. “Do you remember what to do when it’s too much,” he asked. You moaned and tapped his thigh twice, your sign for him to ease up. He loosened his grip on your neck, moving both his hands into your hair.

He widened his legs so that you could move closer and get into position. Hands behind your back, mouth open and throat relaxed you let him use you for your pleasure. “Fuck you look amazing like that,” he said looking down at you in a submissive position. You looked up at him through your lashes and he winked down at you. He slowly pulled himself out of your mouth leaving in just his throbbing tip. Holding your head between his strong hands he thrusted up into your mouth slamming into the back of your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gagged, tears formed in the corner of your eyes. He pulled you down further until your nose connected with his stomach. His hold was unrelenting as he slowly thrusted into your throat, you began to struggle. He groaned at the vibrations from your moans and gags engulfed him. He pulled you off his now spit covered cock. Your first burning gasp of air was magical, and short lived. As soon as you had air in your lungs you also had Simon’s dick back in your throat. Once he had worked your throat open he began to fuck your mouth.

The grunts and moans he released were sinful, and making you wet. But right now it was about him. He was thrusting up into your mouth while pulling your head down, trying to go deeper with each thrust. His breathing was hard and ragged, you had tears streaking your face and then you heard someone beating on the door. "Look, I know you’re getting your dick sucked real good and all but bro, hurry the fuck up and cum. We gotta fucking concert going on right now and you’re up next!“ Park Jaebum was the devil. An ignorant one at that, the fuck he thinking? “Jay, get the fuck back on stage then. Unless you gonna come finish me off. You do have some pretty ass lips,” Simon screamed back. You tried to laugh, which is difficult with a dick in your throat. Needless to say, you literally choked on a dick. “Shit, you okay baby,” Simon asked truly concerned. “Bitch, you wish! I know you be wanting all this. But you gotta buy me dinner first, at least.” You heard him screaming as he walked away, “Somewhere nice too, I ain’t no cheap bitch!”

You were on the floor laughing, the mood was officially dead. Hell, you were dead. That’ll be a fun story to tell, ‘How did she die?’ ‘She choked on a dick, sad case really.’ You sat up, wiping your tears and face with a napkin from the table. Simon tucked his now softening dick back into his pants. He stood and pulled you up with him, “Are you sure you’re okay? That sounded like it hurt.”

You nodded your head while clearing your throat, “I’m all good, promise. But Jay won’t be when I get to him,” you laughed saying.

“Oh, he’s a dead man. But we will finish this later tonight.” He kissed you before leaving out of the room, “YOU HAPPY NOW PARK! YOU OWE ME A NUT AND IT BETTER BE FUCKING GOOD!”

“YOU KNOW MY MOUTH IS MAGIC. JUST TELL ME WHEN AND I’LL GIVE YOU THE BEST SUCK OF YOUR LIFE, DADDY.”

Sometimes you wondered who Simon was really in a relationship with, you or Jay. Or were you trapped in some strange love triangle that you didn’t know about. You definitely needed to have a serious talk with those two.

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