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pseudowho · 9 months ago

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Behind the Wall

Who was this stressed, suited man...and how could you love him so easily?

A Nanami Kento glory hole story.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Corporate!Nanami (before return to sorcery), falling in love with a stranger, hand jobs, blowjobs, fingering, excessive cum, creampie, anonymous PiV sex, tiny bit angsty if you squint

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"How much do they pay you here?" A deep voice, smooth, but rusted with whiskey and smoke.

Your eyebrows raised spontaneously; kneeling down behind your black screen and hole, you didn't necessarily expect the small-talk with your clients to be romantic, but such business-like enquiries did not suit the tone, either.

Regardless, you would accept almost any pay, to find somewhere clear of the monsters that plagued you; the monsters that had chased you from job after job after job. None had followed you here tonight, it seemed, so you answered, trying to sound light-hearted.

"About industry average, I think."

A huff, the man's voice now bitter; "After they skim the majority off for themselves after your hard work, though."

You shrugged, as if he could see. He hadn't even begun to hook his cock out yet, so all you could see was a pair of lean, long legs in a black pinstripe suit. You found yourself tickled by your interaction beginning with anti-Capitalist outrage, and you quipped.

"Great pension plan, though."

"I somehow doubt that."

You laughed, musical and sweet, and were satisfied to hear another huff, the barest hint of laughter from your stranger, before his voice toned lower, his words for your ears and yours alone.

"Well...though I'm sure you deserve better than this place, I'll make it worth your while. I have to get back to work, and I'm sure you have bills to pay."

Beautifully veined, thick, long hands had begun to undo his belt, and you felt a strange thrill of excitement that you didn't feel with the other men. He sighed, unzipping, hooking out a long, thick, pretty cock that looked painfully hard and weeping pre-cum.

"I can't concentrate like this, I'll just...get this poison out and then I can focus."

He sounded almost apologetic, his words dripping with loathing in a way that made you frown. You reached one finger out through your hole, beckoning, tender as you whispered.

"Well, I can help with that."

Your stranger had grasped his cock to direct it through your glory hole, but hesitated at your tone, as if the tenderness you gave him was an odd specimen, requiring examination before he could accept it.

The tip of his cock, pink and full, nudged against your cheek and nose as it pressed through the hole. You heard your suited stranger hiss and shudder. You couldn't help but be impressed by your stranger's size, spitting onto the tip before beginning to stroke him in long, languid, practiced strokes.

"How do you hide this beast when you get a boner at work--"

A huff again, almost amused, drawing out into a ragged, needy groan. His fingertips pressed on the board on the other side, white-knuckled, his voice straining as he tried to speak past the pleasure of your pumping hand.

"--sit-- sit at my desk...hoping it'll go away-- fuck, you're good...just help me, please...pay you well, just-- just get it out and I'll head back--"

Your suited man groaned again, deep and fractured as your hand picked up its pace. When you spat on his tip again, your lips ghosting against him, he bucked involuntarily, cursing and apologising under his breath. When you drew the flat of your tongue across his slit to taste the salty pre-cum there, he almost whimpered with divine agony.

You felt a squirm of pleasure in your belly, sure that his beautiful voice alone could form the soundtrack you could orgasm to, night after night.

"You sound like you should have a girlfriend to help you with this." You bit your lip, satisfied to hear how his cool, bored tone had broken into something altogether more desperate.

"--sh-shit, u-ungh...any woman deserves better...better than anything I can offer-- f-fuck, I'm close already--"

You felt it; his balls were too big to fit through the hole alongside his cock, and they looked heavy, aching, his body struggling to draw them up as your suited man threatened to spill in your hand after a single flat minute. You whispered to him, soft in a way that offered him an intimacy he was clearly desperately lacking.

"Stop hating yourself when you should be coming in my hand, big guy."

When his knees buckled against your wall at you cuffing the base of his cock with your other hand, making the veins stand proud, you knew he was crumbling.

"--a-agghh fuck-- come too hard if you-- if you keep that up...shit, like a cock ring, I..."

You hoped that when he came, some of his abject self-loathing would pour away, too. His groans were rapidly turning into short little growls, the screen shaking as he bucked into your fist with such desperate force.

"--f-fuck, good girl, perfect...unnnhhh, perfect...shit, I'm...I'm..."

"God, you really do need thi--"

Your voice broke off with a squeak to feel a veritable fountain of cum spurt over your face, stripe after stripe of thick white release spattering over your cheeks, flooding down your hand and chest.

"O-oh-- wow--"

Your mouth dropped open in shock as your suited man grunted and cursed through his orgasm, his balls heavy and twitching, and you tasted a drip of his seed trickle down your nose and onto your tongue. Musty, sweet; nothing like its thickness would suggest.

His cock twitched for what seemed like an eternity in your hand, as you stroked him down from his peak, so covered in cum that you considered you may have to call it a night to go home and shower. As his groans faded, his voice ragged, you felt the guilt and shame radiate off him in waves.

"Shit, that was...ugh, I'm sorry. It's disgusting, I'm sure."

"It's absolutely not. I'm just...wow. Do you always come that much?"

A pause, guilty again as his voice rumbled; "...yes."

You laughed, and his cock twitched in your hand. He chuckled, warm and gravelly, when you pressed a cleaning wipe out through the hole.

"See you soon?" You asked, strangely hopeful.

"Not soon enough." He answered, soft in a way that surprised himself. His voice dropped an octave as a roll of bills pressed through the hole to you. "Here...keep it quiet. They're taking advantage of you."

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You were prepared, the second time your suited stranger visited. Having required an early finish and a shower two nights before, covered with an obscene amount of cum, you blushed to recall that you brought your vibrator to the shower with you, climaxing against the wall to the memory of his velvety voice.

You hoped he couldn't hear the faint buzzing between your legs on your side of the wall. You squirmed, muffling a moan around his cock head as you prepped him, your lips stretched and glossy with pre-cum.

"-h-haaaah, god, you...you're wasted here-- feel so pathetic-- no stamina with...with a mouth like that around me-- o-oohhh...fuck..."

You released him with a wet little pop, feeling your own pleasure building with the insistent buzz against your aching clit. He seemed just as happy to have your hand, and you admired the little neat trail of honey-blond pubes at the base of your fist as he fucked into it.

"Yeah, well...you're wasted too, at that company, by the sounds of it."

"Mmm...feels like what I deserve--"

You cut him off with a tongue to the underside of his cock, his voice fracturing into growled curses and hungry moans again.

"I already told you, if you talk about yourself like that again, I'll make you come faster--"

A breathless, rumbling laugh; "You're a monster."

You whispered, your breath ghosting against his cock head just enough to make him shudder; "Plenty of monsters in this world, beautiful man...but not me."

Your suited man stopped arguing with you, losing himself instead in the way your mouth, hot and suckling and eager, drew him in deeper with every bob of your head. The gasping, husky cry he made when his tip curved round the back of your throat, sent a burst of pleasure through you that had you humping your vibrator involuntarily.

Between his gasps, his vision fizzling with pleasure, you heard him hesitate, his voice barely above a whisper; "What's...that buzzing noise, I-- do you have...back there, are you--"

Barely pulling back, approaching the climax you tried to muffle as you pumped his base with your hand, you moaned, sweet and sinful around his cock head; "B-brought my vibrator...hope you don't mind--"

"Oh-- fuck-- FUCK--"

You squeaked, your orgasm muffled by the cum that flooded your mouth and tongue. As your pleasure threatened to make you convulse, you pushed forwards instead to take the rest of what he offered down your throat, and you lost sight and sound for an indeterminate amount of time, blinded and deafened by thigh-trembling ecstasy.

Swallowing, gasping, and fumbling a hand in your underwear to pull the vibrator off your overstimulated clit, you babbled at him, apologetic.

"S-sorry, hard to--to get guys off sometimes-- without a bit of a hit myself--"

"Fuck, don't talk about other guys when you just came with my cock down your throat."

You giggled, breathless, hearing your suited man pant as he came down from his high. When he removed his cock from the hole, a long, beautifully crafted thumb and forefinger reached hesitantly through instead, and gently pinched your chin.

You pressed a lingering, affectionate kiss to the pad of his thumb as it swiped over your lower lip, and you felt your heart thud to hear such a delighted, satisfied hum from him. He opened the palm of his hand, surreptitious, and your stomach twisted to see an even thicker roll of bills than before.

"...you don't...don't have to--"

"I want to, I...I meant it when I said you're wasted here. They're monsters. Animals."

You took the money with a heavy heart, pressing another kiss to his palm, and leaving your whispers there with it;

"Scarier monsters than them in the world."

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A black dog hunted your suited man, the next time he came to you. You felt it snapping at his heels, and when your stranger approached, it was to sit with his back against your wall, instead. You saw the briefest flash of a thick, corded neck, broad shoulders, a neat blond undercut. He was quiet for a few minutes, before you spoke, soft.

"...hey, you. I missed you last night."

He scoffed as if he didn't believe you, and you reached a hand through, poking him briskly on the shoulder.

"I mean it." Another pause, and you swallowed. "Do you...did you want to...?"

"I...I just want to talk. I'll still pay."

"I'd talk to you for free."

A further silence from him, your warmth a balm for his fractious self-loathing. His next words hung heavy with the weight of the world.

"When will we rest, do you think? When will it end?"

Your eyelids fluttered, looking down in thought. Your fingers stroked over the pad of his suited shoulder. You thought of how you'd been late to your gloryhole, that evening, your usual path blocked by some stop-motion atrocity, an eldritch horror only you could see, and you swallowed hard.

"...I don't know. It doesn't feel like it ever will."

A soft sigh, his voice rich and smoky; "I hesitate to ask what your particular burdens are, to have led you to a pit like this."

You felt tears prickle on your lashes. Taking a deep breath, and tippy-tapping your fingers on his shoulder, you tried to remain upbeat against the rising tide of misery.

"H-hey, it's not all bad. I got to meet you, after all."

"If that's your greatest joy, I pity you."

You winced. Your suited man jumped, when your hand gripped his shoulder with beseeching fervour, his own hand slowly coming up to overlay yours, dwarfing it in his palm. He tensed, unsure. When you spoke it was with the certainty that he needed to understand you.

"Get your tie off, and tie it around your eyes."

He was silent, stunned, his voice brittle as he replied; "...excuse me?"

"Just do it. Blindfold yourself. Then come here."

A moment of hesitation again...then a groan, surely older than he was, as he moved. You heard the silken friction of his tie being undone. You felt the anxious tension radiating off him, and you closed your eyes, eager not to ruin this mystery for yourself.

"Alright...if you insist."

When his voice sounded again, you felt his breath across your lips, inches from each other at the hole in the wall. You raised your hand up, feeling his shudder as your fingertips examined his face as though you were examining a sculpture; and, a sculpture he could have been, with high cheekbones, a thick squared jaw, narrow soft lips. You smiled, your eyes still closed.

"You're too handsome to leave here without a kiss."

Your suited man was silent, but you felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter.

When you finally pressed your lips to his, he moaned with ecstasy, just as he did when you pressed your lips to his erection. Though you took the lead initially, with your lips softly parting his until you could taste him, your permission imbued him with a bravery and confidence he hadn't revealed to you before.

He took charge, and kissed you like a man starved, his evening stubble rasping across your chin, nose against nose. His tongue trailed with a rusty shiver over your lips.

"F-fuck...you taste good...I-- ungh..."

He broke off to you biting his lower lip softly between your teeth, drawing him back in until your lips melded closely enough for you to suckle on the tip of his tongue. He moaned again, desperate and stuttering in his chest. You heard the brush of his palms pressing against the other side of the wall, desperate to cup your face and tilt his kisses down your throat.

Your mingling breaths tasted sweet, so indescribably erotic in its simple intimacy as you pulled away. You fought against the desire to open your eyes, instead biting your own lip, your brow furrowed against your own stupid decision. You whispered, to a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob, from your suited man.

"And I'd do that for free, too."

It was the most he had ever paid you, that night, for the simple intimacy of a conversation and a kiss.

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Not a single solitary man visited your gloryhole the next night. You fizzled with worry, as man after man appeared to loiter near you, before choosing someone else; anyone else. It didn't make sense-- even your regulars would be heard mumbling nearby before walking away from you.

You felt a clench of worry; the managers would still pay you, you were sure...but not if it continued.

You felt almost lightheaded with relief and something deeper, when a familiar voice graced your wall near the end of your shift.

"Are you lonely, in there?"

You felt a frisson of joy, and you knelt upright, grinning, your heart fluttering.

"Not anymore."

There was a momentary pause, and you felt the words that your suited stranger wanted to say, stuck, gated by his teeth. Eventually, when he spoke, it was strained, as if fearful of damaging the sprouting intimacy between you both.

"I've...been thinking a lot, recently. About what's fair."

You blinked, unsure, but answered anyway. "Oh?"

"It's not fair that I have to do a worthless job for people I hate, just to earn enough money to retire young. It's not fair that you're here, selling your body to make a living. It's...its not fair that it's only me being pleasured."

You swallowed, heat rushing to your cheeks, feeling him err against what he wanted to say, and he continued.

"I...would like to do something for you. For...for both of us. At the next window."

Oh. The next window. The curtained table, upon which you could lie your lower half, for a man to use the deepest parts of you for his own pleasure. If any other man-- any other man, had asked this if you, you were sure you'd have hated yourself for it. And yet...

"I...I've never done...that."

"I'm...I'm glad, I...I hate myself. For using you, and how other men would use you, and I'd like...to give you better. To treat you as you deserve. God knows, I'd like to tell you to walk away from this shit hole altogether but that's ignorant of me, so I...just for tonight, I--"

"Okay."

You almost clapped your hands over your mouth, your acquiescence so natural that it shocked you. Your suited man seemed surprised, too, and you could almost smell the thudding scent of testosterone from his body as it readied itself for the primal promise of spilling inside your core.

"Yes? You...are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life, actually. I...I'll come round."

"Fuck, I...I'll be waiting. Nobody else can-- fuck."

You stood on shaky legs, suddenly self-conscious. Arriving at the table, you took a deep, trembling breath, before starting to strip. You heard heavy, pacing footsteps; more mumbling; a snapped, deep, possessive response.

"This one is mine."

You bit your lip, muffling a laugh at your suited man's immediate dismissal. By the skittish footsteps of the rebuffed other man, your suited stranger was not one that other men would choose to fight. You spoke up, your voice smaller than usual.

"Alright, here...here I come."

Reverent silence hung in the air, as fine as spun gold, when you finished moving your bare lower half down the table. Self-conscious, with your hands pressed over your face in blushing mortification, your thighs and knees remained clamped together.

You heard slow, deliberate footsteps towards your body, as if your suited man had forgotten how to walk. His voice spilled forth, full of sighs.

"Exquisite, I...god, I don't deserve this."

You could have cried for him. Sick of his apparent self loathing, you stretched one foot out until your toes pressed against rock solid abs beneath a pressed, twill shirt. You felt another blush rock your system, not expecting your suited man to be quite so buff.

A large, warm hand grasped your foot, stroking up your arch, your ankle, your calf, and settling with a squeeze behind your knee. When his other hand began to mirror the first, both of your knees now bent and pressed together in his grasp, you heard him whisper as he held you.

"I'll cover you," he promised, ragged with need, "with my body, I...I'll keep you hidden. Keep you safe."

"Thank you."

"Do you trust me?"

"One hundred percent."

A pleased rumble. "Good girl."

Softly, tenderly, two great hands stroked up the sides of your thighs, gliding around your hips with his shuddering groan. Your suited man's hands felt like liquid sex, turning every patch of skin he touched into an erogenous zone.

By the time his thumbs had begun to trace up and down, up and down the V shaped creases of your mound, you squirmed in his grasp, heat pooling in your belly. He chuckled, his thumbs stretching up to massage circles on your lower belly, warming you before he filled you.

"Does that feel good?"

"So good," you whispered, struggling to remain bashful with his obvious adoration.

This warm-palmed massage, from belly, to V, to thighs, to hips, and back again, melted you. Your thighs began to part, your code cracked, without you even noticing. When he settled his hips between your thighs, you moaned involuntarily, and felt his mouth, familiar only to your lips, begin to trail kisses along your ribs, your breasts hidden by a thin black curtain.

He appeared to resist temptation, nipping along the marks left by your bra beneath your breasts. Though outwardly calm, his hands grew ever tighter, shockingly strong and needy on your hips, and you could feel how ragged his breaths were against the soft wet suckling marks left by his mouth.

You had never felt so worshipped, and your suited man seemed determined to know you before he buried himself inside you. The only natural response to those strong hands beginning to creep up the inside of your thighs, was to offer him the treasure he sought, by opening your thighs completely to him.

"Please, can I...make you come on my fingers?"

At this point, you'd have to beg him not to stop if you opened your mouth, and instead locked your thighs around his hips so he couldn't escape. That deep chuckle again, this time against your sternum, and he kissed you in reward.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I won't, I-- o-oooh...my...haaaah..."

His fingers, wet with his spit, had slid between your folds, two of them teasing around your entrance while his thumb circled with blissful ease around your clit.

Utterly unafraid of playing you like an instrument, he massaged your little bud until the noises you made were to his liking. You whimpered to feel the insistent press of his two thick fingers, and his murmured growls, add to the fold.

"Fuck, you're...perfect. Get you ready...or I won't fit...fuck..."

Within seconds, he had found your spongy soft spot, turning your moans guttural, making love to you with his fingers before he took you. Your suited man was certainly no boy, responding to every moan, and every whimper, with the surety needed to take you to orgasm.

Only the tenting press of his cock, harder than ever against your inner thigh, gave away how well he was controlling himself for your sake. Already at the edge, you tumbled into completion when one beautiful, fine boned hand slipped under the curtain to cup your breast, to the tune of his hushed curses.

"Come for me, my love."

As if he hadn't noticed you were already arching, mewling, and fucking yourself down on his fingers, halfway through your peak. He stroked your inner walls as if to comfort you, shushing you, soothing, until your quivering pussy stilled around him. You heard the clink of his belt, your head spinning to remember that the best was still yet to come.

"Beautiful girl...sound so pretty when you come. I...I'll pull out--"

"--don't you dare."

The strangled noise that left him, and the way you felt a spurt of pre-cum spill onto your belly, signalled a farewell to his restraint. You squeaked to feel him bracket two thick, strong arms beneath your thighs, bracing you for the way he was about to take you.

Jolting into place, his cockhead nuzzled between your folds. He appeared to be needing nothing but ragged, shallow thrusts to pleasure himself against your oversensitive clit, his lovely voice speaking as if to himself before notching at your entrance.

"--s-so long, it's been...been so long...worth the wait, for you, though, sh-shit...augh..."

He entered you with one deep, smooth press, shushing you again with a tender grasp, and little shallow rocks to kiss his tip against your cervix. He felt absolutely enormous, squeezing himself into you until every little ridge within you shaped to him, hot and wet. You babbled, your words shooting through him like knives.

"--oh m-my god you feel so good so so good so big-- barely fits, o-ooohh--"

When you gasped with the sudden fullness, one of your hands flew down past the curtain to hold your lower belly, and something in your suited man snapped. He laid one hand over yours, pressing it down hard on your belly, before cursing a half-hearted apology, and taking you with the desperation of a man possessed.

Three strokes, deeper, and deeper, and deeper, sent him roaring into a frenetic pace. Your hand clasping your lower belly had sent him spiralling. If his other hand hadn't held your hip so tightly, you'd have been fucked up the table.

And despite the mind-numbing force of his thrusts, you still, with every scrap of you, knew that he was making love to you, and not just fucking you. It made no difference, in the end, your voice growing in volume until it was nothing more than whimpered, mewling cries, only wishing you could have a name upon your tongue instead.

Stilted with the force of his thrusts, he blessed you with it.

"Say...say my name..."

"I will I will just give it to me gimme your name--"

"Kento--"

"--o-ooohh, f-fuck, Kento, harder--"

The cry that left his chest was visceral, animalistic, wrenched out of him with the same sudden finality as his orgasm. You felt him fold over you, his hands gripping your ribcage, his cock jolting and twitching within you as the heavy, obscenely long ejaculation that you knew so well, filled your pussy instead of your mouth.

"--unh...unh...haah...aaa-aahhh never...never gonna come like that-- e-ever again...that was it, that was the...the one that'll end me-- fuck...darling..."

Your suited man's bucks grew lazy, his torso almost completely blanketing yours, humping away the last vestiges of his orgasm. He stayed nestled within you, unwilling to let you go yet. You reached through the curtain, stroking a hand through his hair, and hearing him purr.

"...Kento, huh?"

He huffed a laugh. "Sorry, I...was that too intimate?"

"That? You're worried that was the intimate part?"

He laughed, rich and deep and genuine, kissing your ribs once more. You heard him reach into his pocket, and you spoke up, immediate.

"I won't let you pay me for that--"

"--I absolutely fucking am--"

"--no you are not--"

After he won the argument, and left with heavy reluctance, your manager pulled you aside with a dirty grin.

"You were popular tonight. How many men? Ten? Twelve?"

You blinked, confused.

"Just...just the one. Right at the end."

Your manager shook his head, turning back to the TV in his grubby little office, his fingers orange with Cheeto dust. Your brain ticked, and whirred...all the mumbling outside your gloryhole. All the murmurs, men almost visiting before moving on...and it clicked with absolute certainty.

Your suited man had guarded your gloryhole all night, paying other men to choose another woman. To choose anyone but you.

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"I worried you wouldn't be here."

You swallowed, sniffling, and settling behind your wall. More terrible monsters had settled around the building, blocking almost every pathway in, and you knew that you'd have abandoned your shift and run home to hide, if not for the hope of hearing your suited man again.

"You're...crying, my love, why are you crying?"

You felt him stiffen against the other side of the wall, at the sound of your sniffle, and his hand automatically reached through to cup your face, his thumb swiping away your tears. You turned your cheek into his palm, holding his hand against you.

Your gaze turned to the doorway...and to the bug-eyed, many-armed, puce coloured spindly monster leaning around it to stare at you.

You shrieked, crashing against your wall in terror. Your suited man took in a sharp breath, and the normal chatter and movement of the room quieted at your cry. Your suited stranger grasped your hand hard to hold you still, and his voice dropped to a horrified whisper.

"Stop-- oh, fuck, I understand-- your monsters-- can you see that? That thing in the doorway?"

Time slowed. Your jaw dropped. Your voice was thick, quiet, your insanity validated for the first time in your life.

"Kento, you...see it too?"

"Oh fuck. This...this is why you're in this place? Never been able to hold down a job, no? You've never felt safe anywhere?"

You could do nothing but weep into his palm, nodding, and nodding, and nodding. His voice rang, deep and commanding and final.

"I've got you. I...I've got you. You're safe. Just come with me."

"Kento, I can't just walk out--"

"You can. You don't need money. I've got enough. You just need...you just need me. I'll...I'll tell you everything. I'll explain everything."

When your face, tearstained and sniffling, leaned around the edge of your wall, you froze. Kento froze.

The silence was thick with wonderment, already in love before you had even seen each others' faces. But now that you saw him (obscenely handsome, tall, kind-eyed and exhausted), already overwhelmed, a sob bubbled over--

"Oh, god, you're so out of my league--"

A scoff, and adoration burning in his tired, under-shadowed eyes. He held out one hand, rescuing you as you'd rescued him.

"Come. I have some calls to make. You can tell me your name over dinner."

Your feet were numb as Kento walked you past the monster, shielding your fearful gaze with his hand. You ignored the shouts of your managers, half-deaf and stunned. In the chill evening air, his arm that was not around you, reached into his pocket, tapping, before holding a phone to his ear.

"Gojo, it's Nanami...why are you laughing?"

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khioneee · 6 months ago

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CATER 2 U

synopsis. rafe knew you weren’t a hardcore partygoer. but every once in a while, you’d indulge him and come along. pairing. rafe cameron x reader content. lowkey fluffy. dotting boyfriend (mans down bad). slight jealousy. alcohol. word count. 1.1k

the moment you walked in, rafe was already in protector mode. he found you a comfortable spot to sit, clearing the area like a professional bodyguard.

‘here, baby,’ he said, handing you your kindle, which he’d thoughtfully grabbed from the car. ‘brought this just in case you needed it.’ he crouched down in front of you, his hand brushing against your knee as he smiled softly. ‘water or soda? unless you’re planning on drinking tonight. your choice, sweetheart.’

you shook your head, amused at how seriously he was taking this. but you knew it was just his way of making sure you were comfortable in a space that wasn’t naturally yours.

throughout the night, rafe’s eyes would drift to you, even while he was in conversation with his friends. he’d glance your way, mouthing a quick ‘you good?’ from across the room.

you’d nod, and he’d give you a satisfied little smile before turning back to whoever had his attention.

at one point, he returned with a big bag of chips, setting it in your lap. ‘here, sweetheart. the kitchen’s packed, wouldn’t want you to get caught in a stampede.’ you couldn’t help but laugh at how thoughtful he was, even in the middle of chaos.

when you needed to use the restroom, he was right there, following close behind and standing outside the door like a loyal guard dog. he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of trouble. he didn’t care if anyone teased him.

he knew how unpredictable parties could get, and he wasn’t about to take any risks when it came to your safety.

when someone drunkenly stumbled too close to the door, he stepped forward, his broad frame blocking their path entirely. ‘keep walking,’ he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

and when you emerged from the restroom, his eyes immediately softened. ‘all good?’ he asked, one hand instinctively brushing against your back as he guided you back toward the main party.

it was little things like this that reminded you why you felt so safe with him.

as the night wore on, rafe found himself caught in a lengthy business interaction outside. but even then, he wasn’t about to leave you unattended.

‘lover boy’s doing business,’ topper announced as he plopped down in the armchair near you, a playful smirk on his face. ‘hi, doll.’

you looked up from your kindle, surprised but grateful for the company. ‘he sent you over?’

‘of course,’ topper said, crossing his arms and leaning back as if settling in for the long haul. ‘can’t let you fend for yourself, can we?’

you chuckled softly, pushing your undrunk beer toward him. one of the many drinks rafe had brought for you earlier. ‘want this? i’m not gonna finish it.’

topper waved it off with mock seriousness. ‘no, ma’am. i’m on duty.’

you raised an eyebrow, amused. ‘duty?’

‘yep,’ he said, leaning forward slightly, his tone teasing but good-natured. ‘rafe made it clear—keep an eye on you. so,’ he gestured toward your kindle with a grin, ‘what are we reading tonight?’

you laughed, appreciating how even his friends were roped into rafe’s overprotective tendencies. but that was just rafe, always making sure you were cared for, even when he wasn’t by your side.

as night blurred into morning, rafe wandered over to you, his steps slow and deliberate. you glanced up at him with a soft smile as he crouched slightly in front of you, his hand reaching up to gently brush a stray hair out of your face.

‘you good, sweetheart?’ he asked, his voice quiet, almost lost in the muffled bass of the party music.

you nodded, though the faint yawn you tried to stifle didn’t go unnoticed.

his lips quirked up into a knowing smile, his thumb grazing your cheek for just a second. ‘just say the word, and we’re out of here, alright? we don’t have to stay if you’re tired.’

you shook your head lightly, touched by his attentiveness. ‘i’m fine, rafe. really.’

but he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes just a bit. ‘no need to be polite, baby. you know i’d rather be with you anyway.’

rafe’s sharp eyes caught sight of you across the room, and he froze mid-conversation. there you were, sitting on the couch, your usual spot.

but this time, someone else was next to you.

a guy.

he was leaning in, his arm casually draped along the back of the couch, too close for rafe’s liking. worse, you were laughing at something he said. you were laughing, completely unaware of the tension building across the room.

rafe’s jaw tightened, the edges of his calm facade slipping as a flush of irritation rose to his cheeks. his friends followed his line of sight, their chatter dying out.

topper raised a brow, muttering, ‘uh-oh.’

rafe didn’t respond. he didn’t need to. he was already moving, cutting through the crowd with purpose, his broad frame towering over anyone who didn’t step aside quickly enough.

reaching the couch, rafe didn’t say a word to the guy. instead, he dropped onto the arm of the chair beside you, his movement sharp and intentional. as he sat, his hand brushed against the guy’s arm, deliberately shoving it off the back of the couch.

the guy flinched, looking up at rafe, only to be met with an icy glare that sent him reeling.

‘hey, baby,’ rafe said, turning to you with a smile that was a little too tight.

‘hey!’ completely oblivious, you beamed up at him. ‘we were just talking about books. turns out we’ve read a lot of the same ones.’

rafe let out a low, unimpressed hum, his arm moving to rest on the couch behind you, claiming the space the guy had just occupied. ‘is that so?’

the guy stammered something about needing another drink, his confidence wilting under rafe’s glare as he quickly stood and disappeared into the crowd.

you blinked, glancing at rafe. ‘did you scare him off?’

rafe tilted his head, his lips twitching into a smirk as he looked down at you. ‘nah, baby. he just realized he wasn’t needed here.’

you furrowed your brows but let it go, leaning back into rafe’s arm as he relaxed against the chair.

after a moment, rafe glanced down at you, his voice softening. ‘let’s go home.’

you smiled, nodding as rafe helped you up, his hand steady on your waist.

and as you left the party together, rafe cast one last glance at the guy from across the room—a silent warning that needed no words.

after a beat, rafe tilted his head down toward you. ‘you don’t need anyone else to talk books with, baby,’ he murmured, leaning in close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. ‘you’ve got me.’

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can you stay the night? - CHARLES LECLERC

pairing : charles leclerc x bestfriend!reader

summary : you and charles had always been comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to cuddle, go out on "platonic" dates, and maybe comfortable enough to leave a toothbrush at his place

warnings/notes : swearing, y/n is kinda dense, charles is a simp, sexual innuendos, romantic stuff that they think as platonic, suggestive-ish (??) scene (no actual smut)

word count : 14.2k

song : la vie en rose - édith piaf

a/n : happy 600!!! no angst this time around :p (this fic is a bit long because ik @nepobbylver is gonna love this HAHAHAH)

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May 26, 2024 - 5:12 PM

Y/n settled against Charles, his soft blond dachshund snuggled comfortably between them as they cuddled on the couch. She ran her fingers through the dog's fur, enjoying the simple moment of comfort in his presence. Charles wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as they continued to relax in the quiet peace.

As they continued to snuggle together, a thought occurred to Y/n. She shifted slightly, looking up at Charles with a curious expression. "You know," she began, "I have to ask. Is this really how you want to celebrate your home race win?"

Y/n paused for a moment, her fingers still idly stroking the dachshund's soft fur. "I mean, don't get me wrong, this is nice, but I was just thinking...don't you want to go out to dinner or something? You've won your home race, after all."

Charles chuckled softly, drawing her closer. "Honestly, I just wanted to spend time with you," he replied, his voice low and warm. "But if you want to go out, we can do that too."

A small smile curled Y/n's lips. "And leave this little guy all alone?" she teased, looking down at the dachshund. The dog lifted its head, as if sensing they were talking about him, and wagged its tail lazily.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, reaching over to give Leo's head an affectionate pat. "Sorry, buddy," she said, her tone playful. "Looks like it's nap time for you. Go back to sleep."

The dachshund yawned widely, as if in response to her words, before settling back against her and closing his eyes, content to ignore them again.

Charles chuckled, watching the interaction between Y/n and Leo. "Looks like he's already got it figured out," he said, his arm still around her. "A relaxing night in might actually be the perfect way to celebrate after all."

Y/n's smile faded slightly as she looked back up at Charles. "I know, but it just feels like… you should be celebrating more, you know?" she said, her voice softly. "You just won your home race. Shouldn't you be doing something bigger than this?"

Charles sighed, a mix of resignation and affection in his voice. "Alright, alright," he said, giving in to her insistence. "If you want me to celebrate that bad, we'll go out tomorrow. We can even bring Leo along."

Y/n's face lit up with satisfied surprise. She hadn't expected him to give in so easily, but she couldn't help feeling relieved. "Really? You don't mind going out tomorrow?" she asked, almost too eagerly.

He chuckled again, amused by her eagerness. "Yeah, really," he reassured her, his arm still around her. "We can have a nicer celebration tomorrow, with dinner and whatever else you want."

She held up her hand in a prayer gesture, looking upwards as if addressing some higher power. "Thank you, oh benevolent lord," she said dramatically. "For providing me with free food tomorrow, I am eternally grateful!"

Charles rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You're ridiculous," he said, a hint of affection in his voice. "You're getting one meal, and you act like it's a gift from the heavens."

Y/n nodded in agreement, her exaggerated gratitude fading a bit. "I mean, you're not wrong," she said, a tinge of resignation in her voice. "Monaco is not exactly wallet-friendly, especially when it comes to food. I'll take what I can get, honestly."

Charles chuckled, his hand absentmindedly stroking along the dachshund's back. "Well, don't worry," he assured her. "I'll make sure you get a proper meal tomorrow. No more scavenging for leftovers for you."

Y/n's smile waned as she gave him a playful glare. "Now you make me sound like some orphan kid begging for scraps during the Victorian era," she retorted, a hint of mock indignation in her voice.

Charles laughed heartily at her comparison. "Oh, come on," he said, his tone both amused and affectionate. "I didn't mean it like that at all. You know I'd do anything to make sure you were never hungry, Victorian era or modern day."

Y/n's mock frown softened into a genuine smile, her heart fluttering at his sweet words. "I know," she admitted, leaning against him. "But I couldn't resist the chance to give you a hard time about it."

Charles chuckled, his grip around her tightening slightly. "Of course you did," he teased. "You never miss an opportunity to give me a hard time, do you?"

Y/n burst into a dorky laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hahah, hard," she echoed, the innuendo in her tone not lost on either of them.

Charles grinned, lifting his hand to gently cover her mouth. "Maybe you should just go to sleep," he teased, pretending to sound serious. "Save the innuendos for later."

Her eyes widened, a laugh muffled against his hand. She playfully wriggled against his grip, feigning protest but not really wanting him to let go.

He chuckled, enjoyed the way she struggled against him, the playful back-and-forth between them. "Careful," he warned, his tone filled with mock severity. "Keep that up, and I might have to keep you quiet another way."

Y/n's eyes widened with mock horror, her expression over the top dramatic as she stared up at him. "Oh, lord," she gasped, in a faux-dramatic voice, "You're not going to gag me, are you?"

Charles' smile widened at her reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Keep up the smart mouth, and you just might find that out," he threatened, his voice low and teasing.

She scrunched up her nose in exaggerated disgust. "Ew, Charlie, ew" she says, her tone overly dramatic. She tried to look irritated, but the playful gleam in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

Charles laughed at her reaction, shaking his head at her dramatic display. "Oh, come on," he teased, clearly enjoying the banter. "Don't act like you wouldn't secretly love it."

Y/n shot him a mock glare, refusing to admit that he might be right. "Oh, please," she said, her tone defiant. "As if I'd enjoyed being gagged. I'm too much of a free spirit for that."

He chuckled again, his hand still placed over her mouth "Oh, you're a free spirit, alright," he agreed, enjoying the banter. "A free spirit that could probably use a little lesson in restraint."

Y/n laughed, gently maneuvering Leo off her before standing up. "Get off me, you muppet!" she playfully mimicked, her voice filled with exaggerated indignation. She stepped away from the couch, a small grin still on her face.

Charles couldn't help but chuckle at her playful exit. "Yeah, yeah," he replied, his tone amused. "Go ahead and leave, but keep in mind, I now know one surefire way to shut that smart mouth of yours."

Y/n paused for a moment, her eyebrows raising slightly. She tried to maintain her mock annoyance, but the gleam in her eyes revealed her intrigue. "Okay, and just how do you plan to do that, smart guy?"

Charles leaned back against the couch, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You really want to know?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

She shook her head, feigning nonchalance. "Nevermind," she said, her tone dismissive. "I need to use the bathroom anyway."

He gave her a knowing smirk as she made her escape. "Sure, go ahead," he replied, not letting her get away without a snarky comment. "But don't think I won't remember this later."

She rolled her eyes as she walked away, pretending to ignore his snarky comment. "Oh, I'm sure you will," she called back over her shoulder, disappearing down the hall towards the bathroom.

Y/n had just finished washing her hands when she suddenly opened the bathroom door. "Hey, Charlie?" she called out, her tone casual.

Charles, who was still lounging on the couch with Leo, lifted his head in response to her call. "Yeah?" he replied, curious to know what she wanted.

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, her hands still slightly damp from washing. "Hey, so," she began, a small smile on her face. "Are we gonna order food, or do you think maybe I should make something?"

He sat up a bit on the couch, mulling over the options. "Let's order in," he decided, a lazy grin on his face. "No need to cook when we can get food delivered, right?"

She raised her eyebrows at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "So, you're paying, right?" she asked, her tone half sarcastic, and half-serious.

Charles chuckled at her question, knowing she expected him to pay (as per usual). "Yeah, yeah," he agreed, not really bothered by it. "I'll pay for it, don't worry your pretty little head about it."

Y/n settled back on the couch again, cradling the sleeping dachshund in her arms. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft as she cuddled with the dog. She leaned back against Charles, her hand automatically finding its way to Leo's warm, furry body.

He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her closer. He watched her fondly, enjoying the peaceful moment. "You know, most people would take advantage of my kindness and order the most expensive thing on the menu," he teased lightly.

She chuckled, running her fingers through Leo's soft fur. "Oh, I won't go too crazy," she promised, her voice filled with pretend innocence. "Just a small order of caviar and a glass of champagne, nothing too extravagant."

Charles laughed heartily at her answer. "Right, not too extravagant," he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "A small side order of caviar, she says. You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight."

Y/n smiled at his sarcastic response, enjoying their banter. "Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?" she replied, her tone lighthearted. "A little bit of luxury every now and then never hurt anyone."

Charles chuckled, shaking his head in mock resignation. "Oh, believe me, I'm all for spoiling you," he assured her, his arm tightening around her. "Just try not to bankrupt me in the process, alright?"

She laughed, snuggling against him, her fingers still idly scratching Leo's head. "I don't think I could bankrupt you if I tried," she teased. "You're a rich F! driver in Monaco, after all. I doubt a little caviar is going to break your bank."

Charles chuckled, his hand lazily running along her arm. "Hey, don't underestimate your powers of persuasion," he warned, his tone playful. "You could convince me to buy you the moon if you tried, I'm sure."

Y/n laughed heartily, shaking her head. "Oh, the caviar was just a joke," she clarified, her tone lighthearted. "I mean, who in their right mind actually enjoys that salty, fishy stuff? It's like eating fancy seawater, if you ask me."

Charles chuckled, enjoying her commentary. "Yeah, that's a fair assessment," he agreed, nodding his head. "I'm pretty sure the only reason people eat it is because it's expensive and somehow considered posh."

She nodded in agreement, a smirk on her face. "Exactly," she said, her tone amused. "it's like a status symbol for the rich and fancy. The more you spend on it, the fancier you are."

Y/n shook her head, her smirk turning into a thoughtful expression. "Alright, enough talk about weird expensive food," she said. "What do you want to order? Pizza, Chinese, something else?"

Charles thought for a moment, considering the options. "Hmm, I'm up for anything," he replied, his hand idly tracing patterns on her arm. "What are you craving, mon ange?

She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering towards the kitchen. "I kind of feel like pizza," she admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "But then again, I could go for some old-fashioned comfort food like mac and cheese."

He nodded in agreement, his hand still trailing up and down her arm. "Pizza sounds good," Charles said, his voice casual. "And honestly, mac and cheese isn't a bad idea either. We could get both if you want."

Y/n looked up at him, a hopeful expression on her face. "Really?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. "You'd let me get both pizza and mac and cheese?"

Charles chuckled at her eager expression, unable to resist her excitement. "Sure, why not?" he replied, his tone indulgent. "We can have a bit of everything. No need to limit ourselves, right? Especially when I'm paying for it."

Y/n's eyes lit up, her smile widening at his agreement. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I promise I won't get too carried away. We can get pizza and mac and cheese, and maybe a side of mozzarella sticks for good measure."

Charles laughed heartily at her enthusiasm, loving the way she got excited over food. "Mozzarella sticks?" he repeated, his tone amused. "Now you're pushing it. But, since you asked so nicely, I suppose we can get some mozzarella sticks as well."

Y/n grinned, her excitement growing with each added food item. "You're the best!" she declared, snuggling closer to him. "I swear, you give in too easily. All I have to do is bat my eyelashes and say 'please' and you're wrapped around my finger."

He chuckled, his arm encircling her waist. "I can't help it," he admitted, his tone fond. "You're too damn cute when you get excited about food. How could I resist giving you what you want?"

She smiled slyly, a hint of gloating in her expression. "See? I knew it," she teased, poking him in the side. "You're a softie, deep down. All I have to do is ask nicely and you'll cave."

Charles snorted, feigning offense. "Softie?" he retorted, his tone lighthearted. "I prefer the term 'indulgent' when it comes to you. I just like making you happy, that's all."

Y/n's smirk widened, her hand coming up to poke his chest playfully. "Indulgent, softie, whatever you want to call it," she teased, her voice filled with affection, "the point is, you can't say no to me. And you know what? I love it."

Charles laughed, shaking his head at her teasing. "Yeah, yeah, you win," he conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I admit it, I can't say no to you. Especially when you look at me all cute and expectantly, begging for pizza and mac and cheese."

Y/n nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "And mozzarella sticks," she added, her tone firm. "Don't forget the mozzarella sticks. I can't have pizza and mac and cheese without some fried cheesy goodness on the side, can I?"

She thought for a moment before turning to Charles. "And can we get some soda?" she asked, her voice hopeful. "You know, to wash down all this unhealthy food we're about to consume."

Charles grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Of course, we can get some soda too," he agreed, chuckling at her request. "We need something other than water to balance out all this greasy, delicious goodness."

Y/n smiled victoriously, clearly satisfied with his willingness to indulge her. "Yay, soda!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with childish excitement. "You know, I could get used to this whole 'getting whatever I want when I ask nicely' thing."

Charles chuckled, his hand giving her a playful tap on the head. "Oh, don't get used to it," he warned, his tone jokingly stern. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret spoiling you so much."

She laughed, leaning into his touch. "Oh, come on," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know you love spoiling me. Admit it, you secretly enjoy it when I bat my eyelashes and ask for things."

Charles didn't bother denying her accusations; he knew she was right. He simply chuckled, choosing to indulge her playful banter instead. "You know me so well, don't you?" he said, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Y/n grinned, her smile widening as he acknowledged her observation. "I have a sixth sense for these things," she teased, her tone filled with mock self-importance. "I know when you're secretly enjoying spoiling me, even if you won't admit it."

May 26, 2024 - 8:12 PM

Charles groaned, his hand resting on his stomach. "Oh, I'm so full," he lamented, his voice tinged with mock despair. "I shouldn't have had that fourth slice of pizza, but it was just so good."

Y/n sat next to him, her own hand on her stomach as well. "I know what you mean," she agreed, her voice slightly strained. "I swear I can feel my stomach expanding. But you know what? It was worth every single bite."

She laughed heartily, her stomach feeling more and more stuffed. "You're right," she agreed, her voice tinged with reluctance. "We should probably clean up before all this grease and sauce dries up."

Charles groaned again, his hand still resting on his stomach. "Ugh, I don't wanna move," he protested, his voice filled with exaggerated laziness. "Can't we just take a little food coma nap first?"

She chuckled at his melodramatic reaction, shaking her head. "As much as I'd love to join you in your food coma, we should probably clean up first," she reasoned, her tone slightly authoritative. "Otherwise, we'll regret it later when everything's dried up and stuck to the plates."

Y/n had just stood up, plates in hand, when Charles gently pulled her back down next to him. She looked at him with a mix of surprise and confusion, her hand hovering in the air where the plate had been a moment ago.

Charles placed the plates back onto the table and pulled Y/n closer to him, his head coming to rest on her shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, his body relaxed against hers, seeking comfort in her proximity.

Y/n didn't resist his pull, instead leaning into his touch. She reached up, her hand gently caressing his hair, her fingers running through the messy strands. "You know, you're just using me as a pillow now," she teased, her voice soft and affectionate.

He chuckled, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair. "Can you blame me?" he asked, his tone lighthearted. "You're so comfortable, and I can't be bothered to move right now."

Y/n sighed contently, her fingers continuing to play with his hair. "You're just being lazy," she retorted, her tone fond. "But I guess I can be your cozy pillow for a little while longer."

Charles smiled, his body relaxing even more as her fingers continued their soothing caress. "Good," he mumbled, nuzzling his head further into her shoulder. "I could stay like this forever."

She chuckled as Leo padded over to them, his furry little body weaving between their legs. "Hey, little guy," she greeted the dachshund, reaching down to pet him. "Did you enjoy your food too?"

Leo, his belly full and content, simply looked up at Y/n with his innocent little eyes. He wagged his tail happily, clearly content after his own feast.

Charles laughed, his head still resting on Y/n's shoulder. "Looks like Leo was just as successful at stuffing his face as we were," he commented. "He's got that satisfied, slightly bloated look for sure."

Y/n laughed, her hand still running through Charles' hair. "You can say that again," she agreed, her tone light. "I don't think I've ever seen a puppy eat that much. He's like a little vacuum cleaner."

She scooped up Leo, the dog happily settling on Charles' lap. Then she turned to Charles, her tone more serious. "Actually, I should really get going and start cleaning up all this mess," she said, gesturing to the collection of plates and takeout containers on the coffee table.

Charles groaned again, his hand still resting on his stomach. "But I'm so comfortable here," he protested, his voice laced with mock protest. "Can't it wait just a little longer?"

Y/n chuckled at his protest, her tone firm but affectionate. "No, no, you relax," she insisted, standing up again. "You did pay for the food, after all. I'll take care of cleaning up."

Charles watched her as she stood up, a pout on his face. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone reluctant. "I feel bad just sitting here while you do all the work."

Y/n smiled at his concern, her tone gentle yet firm. "It's alright, Charlie," she reassured him. "I can handle this. You just stay put and digest all that food we ate."

Charles relented, his pout turning into a resigned smile. "You're too nice to me," he admitted, his hand rubbing his stomach again. "But alright, I'll stay here and try not to fall asleep."

May 26, 2024 - 8:30 PM

Y/n wiped her hands on the towel, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. The dishes were clean, the leftover food was packed away, and the coffee table looked presentable again. "There, all done," she announced, her voice slightly tired but content.

She heard a soft, gentle snoring sound as she walked closer to the couch. She chuckled softly, her eyes falling upon Charles. He was fast asleep, his head lolling back against the couch, his mouth slightly open.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight. Leo was sleeping peacefully, his tiny body nestled in Charles' lap. His little paws were tucked beneath him, and his tail was twitching slightly as he dreamt.

Charles, on the other hand, was in a deep sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. His chest rose and fell with each slow, steady breath he took. It was a sweet, innocent sight to behold.

Y/n settled down on the floor beside Charles, her elbow resting on the cushion of the couch, her face close to his. She looked at him, her eyes soft and content. The soft snoring filled the room, creating a soothing background noise.

She smiled, her eyes still on Charles. She knew all too well how exhausting race days could be for him. The physical and mental energy he expended was immense. It was no wonder he was sleeping so soundly right now.

Charles stirring in his sleep caught Y/n off guard. Suddenly, his hand moved and accidentally smacked Y/n in the face. It wasn't a hard hit, but it was enough to make her slightly recoil.

"Ouch!" Y/n exclaimed, her hand instinctively going to her face where Charles' hand had made contact. She rubbed her cheek softly, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face. "Charlie, wake up. You hit me in the damn face."

Charles roused from his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He looked blearily at Y/n, still slightly groggy. "What?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "What happened?"

Y/n chuckled, her hand still on her face. "You accidentally hit me in the face while you were asleep," she explained, her tone light-hearted. "Looks like you were dreaming about a boxing match or something."

He blinked, his mind slowly catching up to what Y/n was saying. "I did what?" he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

She laughed gently, shaking her head to reassure him. "It's fine, I'm okay," she chuckled, her hand still massaging her cheek. "You didn't hit me that hard. But maybe you should watch your hands next time you're dreaming about boxing."

Charles stretched his arms, a tired yawn escaping his lips. "Yeah, I guess I should head to bed," he agreed, his voice groggy. "I'm feeling pretty beat after that food coma."

He rubbed his eyes, then turned to Y/n. "Oh, and make sure you use my bathroom to freshen up," he reminded her, his voice still tinged with sleepiness. "You can use whatever you need in there."

Y/n looked up at Charles, a quizzical expression on her face. "Why can't I use the guest bathroom?" she asked, her tone slightly puzzled.

Charles sighed, rubbing his eyes again. "Right, I forgot to tell you," he mumbled, his voice tired but apologetic. "The guest bathroom's pipes need fixing. Can't use that one. Gotta use mine tonight."

She nodded in understanding, her eyes meeting his. "Alright, no problem," she said, a small smile on her face. "I'll use yours then. I don't want to be without a shower tonight."

He returned her smile, his eyes filled with exhaustion but also affection. "Thanks for understanding," he murmured. "Goodnight, and enjoy my bathroom."

Y/n watched him go, her eyes lingering on his sleepy form as he headed down the hallway to his bedroom. She smiled to herself, feeling a mixture of affection and amusement at Charles' tired but sweet gesture.

May 26, 2024 - 11:38 PM

Y/n sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone in the guest bedroom. She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed the time was 11:38 pm. Realizing it was getting late, she decided it was time to get ready for bed. The thought of a relaxing, warm bath sounded perfect right then.

She gathered her small toiletry bag, a fresh towel, and a change of clothes. She quietly walked out of the guest bedroom and headed down the hallway to Charles' bedroom. Upon reaching his room, she gently turned the doorknob, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep.

Charles' voice came from inside the room, his tone groggy but awake. "You can come in," he mumbled, his words slightly muffled by his pillow. "I'm awake."

Y/n smiled slightly, grateful that he was awake and ready for her. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes immediately adjusting to the dim lighting in the room.

Charles was lying in his bed, propped up against the pillows, his hair was tousled and his eyes slightly heavy with sleep. Despite his sleepy appearance, he was watching her as she entered. "You're taking a bath?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Y/n nodded, holding up her toiletry bag and towel. "Yeah, thought it would help me relax before bed," she replied, her tone soft. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom for a bit?"

Charles nodded, a sleepy smile on his lips. "Sure, take your time," he reassured her, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. "You can use the bathroom as long as you need."

She smiled in appreciation, and his kind words made her feel more comfortable. "Thanks," she said, her tone grateful. "I won't be too long. I just want to unwind a little before bed."

Y/n walked into the bathroom, her toiletry bag clutched in her hand. The soft glow of the bathroom lights illuminated the room as she entered, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

She set her things down on the counter, her mind already contemplating the warm, relaxing bath she was about to enjoy. The bathroom was neat and spacious, the fixtures and tiles gleaming in the soft light. The ambiance was quietly soothing, perfect for a late-night dip.

She turned on the faucet, allowing the water to run in the bathtub, creating a soothing, gentle sound that filled the bathroom. Steam began to rise, the room slowly filling with a warm, comforting humidity. The bathroom was now a miniature sauna, perfect for relaxing tense muscles and calming the mind.

After a few moments, the tub was filled to a comfortable level, bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. Y/n tested the water with her hand, ensuring that the temperature was just right. Then, she turned off the faucet and started to undress, her clothes being neatly folded and placed on the counter.

As Y/n stepped into the tub, the warmth of the water enveloped her. She sank into the bubbles, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. The stress of the day, and the tiredness in her body, all seemed to melt away as she immersed herself in the soothing water. Her eyes closed, her limbs relaxed, and her mind started to unwind.

The steam curled around her, the scent of bath oil mingling with the warm, moist air. She lay back, the water lapping gently at her neck. A few moments passed, the only sound in the bathroom being the soft, gentle splashes of water. Y/n felt her thoughts drift further and further away, her body becoming more and more relaxed as she luxuriated in the tranquility of the moment.

Her mind wandered, memories, and thoughts coming and going gently like a light breeze. The rest of the world seemed distant as if nothing could disturb this blissful sanctuary. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing, and her body utterly surrendered to the comfort of the water. Time seemed to stand still, her mind floating in a contented blur.

The soothing warmth of the water and the tranquility of the room lulled Y/n into a doze, her mind and body completely relaxed. She lost track of time, her thoughts drifting further and further away until she slipped into a light sleep, the bubbles and steam gently surrounding her.

However, the peaceful moment lasted only a few short minutes. The sound of the bathroom door opening gently roused her from her doze, the sound bringing her back to reality. Y/n's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the daze as she focused on the figure in the doorframe.

The bathroom door had opened, allowing a sliver of light from the outside to fall across the tile floor. Charles stood in the doorway, a slight frown on his face. He hadn't intended to disturb her, but his need for the bathroom had grown too great to ignore.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his eyes were still half-closed with sleep. He tried to look away, to give her some privacy, but his voice betrayed his concern. "Sorry," he muttered, his tone soft and gravelly. "Just really need to go... I didn't mean to wake you up."

Y/n stirred, pushing up from the water. The bubbles clinging to her form, she sat up in the tub, her eyes on Charles. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice still tinged with sleep. "I dozed off for a bit. I'll get out in a minute."

Charles hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting away and back to her. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering too far down, but the sight of her in the tub was a bit distracting. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice a bit hoarse. "I... I can wait."

Y/n chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the confines of the bathroom. "No, it's fine," she reassured him, her tone light but firm. "You need to go, I can get out."

She quickly grasped her towel and wrapped it around herself, securing it at her chest. Charles turned his gaze away, respecting her modesty. He kept his back to her, giving her the privacy she needed.

The sound of her getting out of the tub made a slight splashing sound, the water shifting as she rose. She stepped out onto the bath mat, her hair slightly damp, and the towel clinging to her form.

Charles nodded, still facing away to give her some privacy. "Alright," he said, his voice still a bit gravelly, "I'll be done soon. You can wait in there and brush your teeth when I'm done."

Y/n nodded, her grip on the towel tightening slightly. "Okay," she replied, her voice soft. "I'll wait here. Take your time."

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Y/n hurried to get changed. Although the bath was relaxing, the knowledge that Charles was waiting just on the other side of the door hurried her movements. She slipped into her fresh clothes, the material cool and comfortable against her still-damp skin.

Within a few minutes, she was fully dressed, her hair still a little damp but tucked away from her face. She checked herself quickly in the mirror, making sure everything was in place before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The silence in the room was broken only by the occasional sound of a car passing on the street outside. Y/n sat patiently, waiting for Charles to finish. Her mind began to drift, her thoughts a mixture of relaxation and anticipation.

Just as she started to feel a bit antsy, the sound of the bathroom door opening broke the silence. Charles emerged from the bathroom, his hair slightly disheveled but otherwise looking much more awake.

He smiled slightly as his eyes met hers, his expression a mix of tiredness and relief. "All done," he said, his voice still roughened by sleep. "The bathroom's all yours."

Charles leaned against the doorframe, still feeling a bit groggy, but also enjoying the sight of her moving around his bathroom. He tried not to look too closely as she bent over to reach for her toiletry bag, the sight of her in his bathroom quite domestic and slightly stirring.

He waited patiently as she rummaged through her bag, her fingers pulling out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She started to brush her teeth, the sound of the brush against her teeth and the water from the faucet filling the small space.

Charles watched her quietly, his eyes following her movements. He observed the way she moved, the way the light played across her skin, and the small sounds she made as she brushed her teeth. It was all very mundane, yet somehow strangely intimate.

The moment felt almost surreal, the quiet of the night and the intimacy of the bathroom creating a bubble of comfort and familiarity. Charles's mind was still a bit hazy with sleep, but he found himself enjoying the simple act of watching her brush her teeth in his bathroom.

Y/n continued brushing her teeth, her cheeks slightly puffed with foam. She then remembered the plan for the following day and spoke with a foamy mouth, her words slightly garbled. "Where... are we... eating... tomorrow?" she managed to ask, her toothbrush still swirling in her mouth.

Despite her toothbrush-filled mouth, the question was clear. Charles chuckled softly at the sight of her, her hair slightly messy, dressed in her pajamas, and talking with a mouth full of foam.

He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he responded. "I was thinking we could go to that new café downtown," he suggested, his voice still rough with sleep. "I've heard they have great pastries and coffee."

Y/n nodded, the toothbrush still in her mouth. The idea of pastries and coffee sounded delightful, especially in the morning. However, the foam made her answer turn into a series of mumbled sounds, leaving Charles unsure of what she was actually saying.

Charles chuckled softly, amused by her foamy response. "I'll take that as a yes," he said light-heartedly, unable to keep a smile off his face.

She tried to respond but ended up sending a few drops of foamy toothpaste sputtering onto the sink. She quickly rinsed out her mouth, spitting the foam out. "Sorry," she sheepishly apologized, her cheeks slightly pink. "Hard to talk when my mouth is full of foam."

Charles chuckled again, the sound echoing around the small bathroom. "It's fine," he reassured her, his voice warm. "It was entertaining to watch, even if I couldn't make out half of what you were saying."

Y/n leaned against the counter, exhaustion beginning to show in her every muscle. Her shoulders sagged, and she let out a weary sigh. "I'm too tired to walk back to the guest bedroom," she mumbled, her tone weary and a bit whiny.

Charles saw her slouched form and sympathized with her fatigue. He knew it was past midnight and she'd had a long day. "You can just sleep here if you want," he suggested, his tone gentle yet practical.

Y/n perked up slightly at his suggestion. The idea of collapsing into the comfort of a bed without having to move sounded heavenly. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a tired murmur.

Charles nodded, his eyes softening at her tired state. "It's fine," he reassured her, a small smile on his lips. "I don't mind. This bed is plenty big enough for both of us."

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her cheeks slightly warm. The thought of sharing a bed with Charles was undeniably intimate, but her body's need for rest was so great, that she couldn't find the energy to protest. "Okay," she agreed, her voice barely more than a weary murmur.

She stumbled to the bed, her weary steps almost resembling a slow run. She practically collapsed onto the sheets, the soft, cool fabric feeling luxurious against her tired body. She landed on the bed with a satisfied sigh, the impact sending the sheets billowing slightly.

Y/n sank into the bed, her limbs feeling like lead. A weary groan escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around a nearby pillow, pulling it close to her chest. The pillows felt soft and supportive, the bed molding around her form like a cozy, welcoming cocoon.

Charles watched her with an affectionate smile, amused by her eagerness to be in bed and the speed with which she had buried herself in the pillows. He moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and watching as she settled into the sheets.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of her, her body half-buried under the pillows and blankets. Her eyes were closed, the exhaustion of the day evident in the way she had slumped into the soft bedding.

"Comfy?" he teased gently, his tone a mix of amusement and affection. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingers briefly touching her forehead.

Y/n mumbled an affirmative reply, her words barely intelligible as she mumbled into the pillows. "Mmmhmm..." was all she managed to get out, her eyes still closed, and her body snuggled deep into the bed.

Charles smiled at her sleepy reply, finding her exhaustion endearing. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as she nuzzled into the pillows, almost melting into the bedding.

"You look like you're ready to hibernate," he teased her again, his tone gentle but amused. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair once more, his touch tender but affectionate.

Charles smiled at her lack of reply, amused by her quick transition into sleep. He had barely finished speaking when he saw her body relax further into the bed, her breath evening out into the slow rhythm of sleep.

He chuckled softly, realizing she had fallen asleep mid-conversation. He stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off. The room fell into darkness, the only light coming from the sliver of moonlight from outside.

Charles carefully slid into the bed, trying not to disturb Y/n's sleep. Once he was settled, he moved closer to her, gently maneuvering her body so she was pressed against him. His arm curled around her, pulling her close against his chest, and he held her close, her warmth and soft breathing against his skin.

He lay there, awake, listening to her breathe, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. The soft sound of her breathing was like a lullaby, and he found himself soothed by her closeness.

Charles began to hum softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The melody was slow and soothing, the song a soft rendition of Édith Piaf's "La Vie en Rose." His voice was warm and gentle, the sound reverberating silently in the quiet room.

He continued to hum as he held Y/n close, the sound of his voice mingling with her soft breathing. The melody was a small, comforting addition to the silence, a soothing lullaby only meant for her sleeping form.

As he hummed, his eyes traced her features in the dim light. He could make out the soft curve of her nose, the gentle angle of her jawline, the fluttering of her eyelashes against her cheeks. She looked peaceful in sleep, her face relaxed and free from the lines and shadows of daytime.

His hold on her was gentle but tight, his arm wrapped firmly around her, keeping her close. The feel of her body against his was comforting, a steady reminder that she was there, safe in his arms.

Charles's voice trailed off as he finished singing the final note of "La Vie en Rose." He let the silence settle for a moment, his breath a soft sigh against her hair.

Then, he whispered, his voice barely audible in the darkness, "God, if only you knew how much I love you. If only you weren't so dense." His tone was affectionate yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Charles continued to hold Y/n close, his eyes still on her face, even in the dim moonlight. He whispered softly to himself, his words barely a sound.

"One day," he muttered, his voice a whisper. "I'll tell you one day."

His voice was filled with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. He knew confessing wouldn't be easy, and the fear of rejection was a constant gnawing in the back of his mind. Yet, the need to tell her how he felt was growing more powerful by the day.

For now, though, he'd continue to hold her close, appreciating the quiet intimacy of the moment. He closed his eyes, listening to her steady breathing, and willed himself to sleep.

May 27, 2024 - 8:16 AM

Y/n stirred, her eyes slowly fluttering open. The room was filled with the soft morning light, and for a moment she was disoriented. Then she became aware of her surroundings, the realization that she wasn't in her own bed slowly dawning on her.

She sat up, her head still fuzzy from sleep, and her eyes widened as she saw not Charles but Leo lying next to her, in the same spot Charles had been the night before.

The sight of Leo sleeping peacefully made her blink, a rush of surprise and confusion going through her heart. A million questions raced through her mind. Where was Charles? Was this a dream? But she quickly became aware that this was very real, and Leo was indeed sharing the bed with her.

Y/n's hand moved almost on its own, gently reaching out to stroke Leo's head. The soft fur felt warm under her fingers, a stark contrast to the cool sheets she had just woken up from.

Leo stirred slightly at her touch, his head nuzzling closer to her hand. He let out a soft, contented sigh, still mostly asleep.

She scooted closer to Leo on the bed, her eyes still heavy with sleep but her curiosity stirring. "Leo," she whispered, her voice soft yet a hint of worry in her tone. "Do you know where Charles went?"

Leo blinked open his eyes slowly, his intelligent gaze meeting hers. He yawned widely, showing off his little tongue before tilting his head to one side, clearly not understanding her question.

Y/n's head whipped around at the sound of a laugh, and her eyes met Charles's form standing in the doorway. A wave of relief washed over her as she saw that he was okay and had not disappeared into thin air.

"You're here," she said, her voice a mixture of surprise and relief. She pushed herself into a sitting position, shaking the last tendrils of sleep from her mind. "Where did you go? And why is Leo in the bed?"

Charles chuckled at her question, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. He walked over to the bed, a cup of coffee in his hand. "I went to get us both some coffee," he explained, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to where Y/n was still sitting.

"And as for Leo," he added with a smirk, "he just wanted to keep you company."

Leo had also perked up at the sound of Charles's voice, his tail thumping softly against the sheets. He let out another soft sigh before stretching out, rolling onto his back and exposing his stomach.

Charles took a sip of his coffee, his eyes watching Y/n and Leo with fond amusement. "Seems like he's quite comfortable here," he commented, his voice laced with a hint of humor.

Y/n yawned and stretched slightly, her eyes still half-focused on Leo's adorable form on the bed. Her gaze then flicked to Charles, a sleepy smile on her lips. "Well," she teased, her voice still raspy with sleep, "who wouldn't be? Your bed is huge."

Charles chuckled at her comment, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess I have a lot of room to share," he replied, his tone lighthearted. He took another sip of his coffee, savoring the hot liquid.

"It's a good thing," he added, his tone becoming a bit more serious. "It means I have enough space for both you and Leo." He reached out, his fingers gently scratching behind Leo's ear, earning a soft, satisfied whine from the dachshund.

"See? He likes the bed," he said, his tone softening as his gaze met Y/n's again. He put down his coffee on the bedside table, his eyes studying her face. "How'd you sleep?"

Y/n took a moment to consider his question, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I slept well," she answered, her voice still a bit dazed from sleep. "Although, I admit waking up to Leo instead of you was a bit of a shocker."

Charles chuckled at her reply, his shoulders shaking slightly with the sound. "Sorry about that," he apologized, his tone slightly sheepish. "I didn't want to wake you, and I didn't expect Leo to take my place so quickly."

Leo, as if sensing they were talking about him, let out a small, tired 'woof' before rolling over onto his front, his paws sticking out adorably. He let out another sigh, his eyes half-closed in contentment.

Charles bent down and patted Leo's head gently, his smile widening at the dog's adorable display. "Looks like I've been replaced," he joked, his tone playful but laced with a hint of affection.

Y/n chuckled softly, her eyes watching the interaction between Charles and Leo. "Looks like you have," she agreed, her tone light and amused. She reached out a hand, scratching behind Leo's other ear, eliciting another soft whine of contentment from the dachshund.

She pushed the covers off, reluctantly leaving the warm, comfortable bed. With a small groan of sleepiness, she stood up, the cold hardwood floor against her bare feet.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom," she announced, her voice still hoarse from sleep. She stretched her arms over her head, yawning widely as she made her way across the room.

Charles watched her as she moved across the room, her sleepy form padding towards the bathroom. "Take your time," he said, his tone gentle. "I'll be here when you're back."

Y/n nodded, her hair slightly mussed from sleep. "I won't be long," she said, her voice still half-slurred from sleep. She pushed open the bathroom door and disappeared inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Charles leaned back against the headboard, turning his attention to Leo, who was now rolling back and forth on the bed, seemingly enjoying every inch of the large expanse of sheets. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, reaching out to scratch the dog's belly gently.

Charles's hand continued to rub Leo's stomach, his eyes watching the dachshund lazily rolling around. His question hung in the air, the weight of it echoing around in his mind.

His expression softened, and he spoke softly, his voice just above a murmur, "When do I tell her?"

He hadn't expected a response from a dog, but speaking his thoughts out loud helped to somehow organize them in his mind. The sound of Y/n moving around in the bathroom filtered through the door, background noise to his contemplation.

Charles sighed, the weight of his feelings for her seeming to get heavier with each passing day. The need to tell her how he felt was becoming more urgent, the words threatening to spill out at any moment. But the fear of her rejection, the possibility of losing her friendship... it was enough to keep him holding his tongue.

As the moment passed, he shook his head slightly, forcing the thoughts away for now. Y/n would be out of the bathroom soon, and he didn't want her to see him too lost in his own thoughts.

He turned his attention back to Leo, continuing to rub the dog's stomach, the repetitive motion helping to soothe his own restless thoughts.

The sound of the bathroom door opening brought his attention back to the present. He looked up to see Y/n exit the bathroom, her hair slightly less mussed now. She walked back to the bed, her steps a bit less sleepy than before.

"Feel better?" Charles asked, his voice still a soft murmur. He watched her approach, the morning light from the window casting her figure into a soft golden glow.

Y/n nodded in reply, a small, satisfied smile on her face. "Yes, much better," she answered, her voice clearer now, having lost the sleep-induced huskiness. She collapsed back onto the bed, the soft sheets welcoming her tired form back into their embrace.

She scooped up Leo, her hands gently holding the dachshund's small body against her chest. She cradled him against her, his soft fur rubbing against her bare skin. Leo let out a soft, contented sigh, snuggling closer to her neck, his warmth and scent offering her comfort.

Y/n looked down at Leo, her fingers gently stroking the soft fur on his head. A soft, affectionate smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she whispered, "Oh, you're my little baby, aren't you?" she cooed, her tone soft and affectionate.

Leo's ears perked up at her words, his small head lifting from where it was resting at her neck. He let out a soft whine, as if in agreement.

Charles watched the interaction between Y/n and Leo, his heart skipping a beat at her use of the word 'baby'. The casualness with which she used it, the affection in her voice... it made something stir within him.

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, a mix of fondness and subtle jealousy swirling within him.

The word 'baby' echoed in his mind. He wanted to hear her say it to him, longed to have that affectionate tone directed towards him. But he pushed the thought away quickly, not wanting to dwell too long on his own unrequited feelings.

He chuckled softly, his tone purposefully lighthearted, "Looks like Leo's got a new favorite."

Y/n looked up at Charles with a playful, mock-mean expression, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What do you mean, 'new favorite?' I've always been Leo's favorite," she declared, her voice carrying a hint of playful defensiveness.

Leo seemed to sense the playfulness in her tone. He let out a soft 'woof,' his little tail wagging fiercely as if agreeing with her statement.

She stuck out her tongue defiantly at Charles, her tone playful but laced with a hint of satisfaction. "He loves me more than you," she stated, holding up Leo as if to prove her point.

Leo seemed to know he was the center of their playful argument. He let out a soft whine, his head tilting from side to side as if unable to pick a side.

Charles feigned hurt, placing a hand over his chest in mock-shock. "Ouch," he joked, his tone light but with a hint of genuine amusement. He raised an eyebrow at Y/n, playing along with her banter.

"Traitor," he muttered jokingly to Leo, though his eyes were still on Y/n, the sparkle of humor dancing in them.

Charles leaned back against the headboard, a hand rubbing his chin in thought. "Unfortunately," he said, his tone laced with a slight hint of disappointment, "the café is closed today."

He paused for a moment, mulling over his next words before continuing, "Apparently, the owner is having his birthday party, and he's given all his employees the day off."

Y/n's expression mirrored Charles's disappointment, a small pout on her lips. "That's a shame," she replied, her voice softer, the playful banter from before replaced by a genuine hint of disappointment.

She looked down at Leo, who was now lying comfortably on her lap, his little eyes closing as if falling back asleep. "I was looking forward to their pastries," she added, her tone slightly wistful.

Charles reassured her with a small smile, his tone hopeful. "It's okay," he said, his words gentle, "We can stay here for now, and later we can go out for brunch."

He shifted slightly, turning his body to face her more directly, the morning light bathing them both in a soft, warm glow.

"Besides," he added, his tone a hint more playful, "we can have Leo all to ourselves for longer. He seems quite content right where he is." He nodded towards the dachshund, who was still lying peacefully in her lap, now fast asleep and lightly snoring.

Y/n looked down at Leo with a soft smile, her fingers gently scratching behind the dachshund's ear. "But is it normal for puppies to sleep this much?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

Leo stirred slightly, his little nose twitching as if sensing they were talking about him, but he continued to sleep, his tiny paws moving occasionally in his dreams.

Charles nodded in confirmation, a small smile on his lips as the memories of Leo's earlier antics filled his mind. "Yup," he confirmed, his tone casual. "He had a major case of the zoomies this morning. Running laps around the living room, barking, the whole nine yards."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of disbelief coloring her voice. "I slept through that?" she asked, her tone laced with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Charles chuckled at her reaction, nodding. "Oh, yeah," he confirmed, his voice slightly amused, "You were out like a light."

"You were completely oblivious to all the commotion," he added, a hint of fond admiration in his voice. "Leo was running circles around the room, barking like his little heart was about to burst, and you didn't even twitch."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the mental image of Charles trying to wrangle a hyperactive puppy while she blissfully slept through the chaos. "I feel like I should apologize," she said between giggles, "but it's also kind of funny that I missed out on all the fun."

Charles chuckled along with her, his eyes sparkling with amusement at the memory. "It was a sight to behold," he said, his tone lighthearted. "Honestly, I didn't know what to do with him. He was like a little tornado, zooming around the room at top speed."

"I tried to get him to calm down a bit," he confessed, "but he was having way too much fun. He was chasing his own tail, running into walls, yipping and barking like he'd just discovered the meaning of life."

Y/n looked down at Leo, her initial shock replaced by a soft, affectionate smile. "Poor baby," she murmured, her voice soft and gentle. "He must be exhausted."

She gently stroked the sleeping dachshund's head, her fingers gently running through his soft, short fur.

Leo stirred slightly in his sleep, his little nose wrinkling as if in response to her touch. His eyes remained closed, but he let out a soft, contented sigh, snuggling deeper into Y/n's lap.

Y/n looked up at Charles, a soft yawn escaping her lips. "Can I go back to sleep for a bit?" she asked, her voice still a bit drowsy.

Charles smiled, nodding gently. "Of course," he replied, his tone reassuring. "You can sleep for as long as you want. Leo and I will be right here when you wake up."

Y/n's shoulders relaxed in relief, her tiredness seeming to overtake her. She let out another, wider yawn, her eyelids already starting to droop. "Thanks," she murmured, her words slightly slurred with sleep.

May 27, 2024 - 10:21 AM

He gently shakes Y/n's shoulder, drawing her from the pleasant world of dreams. "Y/n," he says softly, his voice warm and gentle. "Wake up, sleepyhead. It's time to get ready."

Y/n slowly opens her eyes, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her. She blinks a few times, her vision clearing, and meets Charles's gaze. "Already?" she mumbles, her voice still thick with sleep.

Charles nods, a small smile on his face. "Yep," he confirms. "I'm all set, and Leo's ready too."

He gestures towards Leo, who is now sitting by the bed, his little ears perked up and his tail wagging as if he understands the conversation.

Charles nods patiently, his smile still in place. "Sure," he replies, "Take your time. I'll wait for you here with Leo."

Y/n smiles in appreciation, and with a last, lingering glance at the duo, she heads into the bathroom to freshen up.

A few minutes later, Y/n poked her head out from the bathroom door, her hair still slightly damp. "Charlie," she called, her voice carrying through the open door, "Can you grab my dress for me? I left it on the bed in the guest room. I had it all ready last night before I fell asleep."

Charles looked up from where he had been playing with Leo, the dachshund now chewing on one of his shoes. "Sure thing," he replied, standing up and heading towards the guest room.

He navigated his way into the spacious guest room, the bed neat and tidy, the dress laid out meticulously on top. He picked up the dress, his eyes running over the delicate fabric and the design that Y/n had chosen.

He took a moment to appreciate the dress before walking back towards the bathroom, the dress safely in his hands. As he approached the bathroom door, he knocked gently, alerting Y/n of his arrival.

"I've got the dress," he called out, his voice soft so as not to startle her. He waited for a moment, giving her a chance to respond before proceeding.

Y/n peeps out from the bathroom door once more, a warm smile on her face. "Thank you, Charlie," she says, genuinely appreciative of his help.

Charles smiles back at her, holding the dress out for her to take. "You're welcome," he replies, his voice gentle. He takes a moment to appreciate the view of her standing there in the doorway, the morning sunlight catching the wet strands of her hair and making them sparkle.

He hands her the dress, their fingers brushing briefly in the exchange. There's a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of Leo's soft panting and the distant hum of city life outside.

Y/n emerges from the bathroom, the soft fabric of her dress falling gently around her legs. She smooths out any wrinkles, adjusting the straps and hemlines until she is satisfied.

Looking up at Charles, she says, "All ready," her voice cheerful despite the early hour.

Charles does a slow, subtle scan of her appearance, his gaze taking in the way the dress hugs her figure and accentuates her curves. He can't help the small appreciative smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Y/n scoops up Leo, the dachshund snuggling comfortably against her chest. She grabs her phone from the bedside table and gives Charles's hand a firm pull, practically dragging him towards the door.

"Let's go," she urges, her tone full of eagerness.

Charles chuckles at her eagerness, allowing himself to be led by Y/n, their hands still linked together, and follows her towards the door. Leo lets out a soft little bark as if cheering them on.

The three of them head out into the hallway, Charles keeping pace beside Y/n as they make their way towards the front door. The soft pat-pat of their footsteps and the occasional squeak from Leo were the only sounds in the apartment.

They reach the front door, and Charles holds it open for Y/n and Leo, a gentlemanly gesture that seems almost second nature to him. "After you," he says, his tone light but filled with affectionate warmth.

Y/n grins at his old-fashioned chivalry, passing through the open doorway with Leo in her arms. "Why, thank you," she says, her words tinged with affectionate amusement.

Charles follows, letting go of the door as it closes behind him. He falls into step beside her, their shoulders nearly touching. "No problem," he replies, the corners of his mouth curving upwards into a small, private smile.

She notices Charles's unwavering gaze and asks, a hint of curiosity and amusement in her voice. "What? Is there something on my face? You've been staring at me the whole way down."

Charles's smile widens, caught in the act. He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before replying, "No, no, nothing on your face. I was just watching you with Leo. You two are so cute together."

Y/n smiles, her gaze shifting down to Leo in her arms, who is oblivious to the conversation. "Oh, yeah," she says, a hint of pride in her voice, "We do make a pretty cute pair, don't we?"

He nods in agreement, his gaze shifting to both Y/n and Leo in her arms. "Absolutely," he says, his voice soft and sincere. "You and Leo are the cutest pair I've ever seen."

His eyes dart between Y/n and the dog, taking in the sight of the dachshund, so completely at ease in her arms. The elevator dings as it reaches the lobby, and he steps out, holding the door open for Y/n and Leo once more.

They step out into the lobby, the world outside the glass doors filled with the sounds of the city. Charles leads them out into the street, the sun warm and bright. As they walk, he can't help but glance at Y/n every so often, a small, fond smile playing on his lips.

The pair walk down the street, crossing intersections and passing by shops and cafes. Leo stays snuggled in Y/n's arms, his little head resting on her shoulder. Y/n and Charles walk quietly beside each other, the comfortable silence between them occasionally broken by a comment or a soft laugh.

They reach an open-air café, the outdoor seats under a shady tree filled with people enjoying their breakfast. Charles pulls out a chair for Y/n, gesturing for her to sit, his chivalry still very much in play.

"Have a seat," he says, his tone warm and gentle. "I'll go get us some breakfast menus."

Y/n smiles in appreciation, settling down on the comfortable chair with Leo still in her arms. She watches as Charles makes his way towards the counter, weaving through the tables and chairs with ease.

He reaches the counter, chatting with the employee behind it and perusing the menu on the wall. After a few moments, he returns with two breakfast menus, a smile on his face.

He hands one of the menus to Y/n and takes a seat across from her, a small gap between their chairs. He opens his own menu, his eyes scanning over the options. Leo stretches in Y/n's lap, his little arms and legs stretching out as he lets out a soft yawn.

Y/n grins at the sight, her fingers absently running through Leo's soft fur. She looks at her own menu, her eyes darting over the various breakfast items. "So many choices," she muses, her tone a mix of amusement and slight indecision.

Charles glances up from his own menu, a lopsided smile on his face. "Tell me about it," he agrees, a small huff of laughter escaping him. "I don't know if I want pancakes, eggs, or just a straight-up bowl of bacon."

Y/n laughs, imagining the sight of a plate stacked high with bacon. "A bowl of bacon does sound tempting," she replies, her tone jokingly serious. "But it might not be the best choice for breakfast."

Charles laughs along with her, the sound filling the space between them. "True," he concedes. "I don't think I want to start the day with a heart attack waiting to happen."

He looks back down at the menu, his expression thoughtful. "How about waffles?" he suggests, the word coming out slowly as if he's mulling over the idea.

Y/n considers the suggestion for a moment, her lips curving into a small, approving smile. "Waffles sound good," she agrees, nodding her head in agreement. "But only if they come with extra syrup."

Charles grins at her request, his eyes lighting up in amusement. "Extra syrup? That's non-negotiable," he clarifies, his tone still lighthearted. "Waffles without enough syrup are just sad, cold pancakes."

Y/n laughs in agreement, the sound ringing out around them. "Exactly," she says, a firm nod of her head. "Syrup is the most important part of a waffle. Without it, it's just a waste of carbs."

He wags a finger at her in a playful manner, his tone half-serious. "You know, I'm starting to think you just have a thing for sweet things. Coffee with too much sugar, syrup on everything..."

Y/n grins slyly, feigning ignorance. "Me? A sweet tooth?" she replies, her tone innocent. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I just like my food to have actual flavor."

Charles gives her a mock-skeptical look, a small chuckle escaping him. "Oh, really now? So that time last week when we shared a cheesecake and you almost went into a sugar coma..."

She laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That was for scientific purposes only," she clarifies, her tone light and playful. "I was testing my body's tolerance to sugar. It's all in the name of science."

Charles rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, his tone equally light. "Right, because science always requires two whole slices of cheesecake to be eaten in one sitting."

Y/n raises a finger in the air, a mock-serious expression on her face. "Science demands dedication," she says, her tone bordering on solemn, though her eyes still sparkle with amusement. "It's not my fault that cheesecake is the perfect medium for testing."

Charles watches her, his expression is fond and affectionate. He's so used to her antics and quick wit that even her playful arguments are endearing to him.

"Alright," he concedes, a small, affectionate sigh leaving his lips. "You win this round, scientific genius."

Y/n grins, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "I win every round, Charlie," she retorts, her tone smug. "It's a curse, really. My powers of logic and science-based reasoning are just too much for mere mortals like yourself to handle."

Charles laughs, shaking his head in good-natured defeat. "I should've known better than to argue with a genius," he admits, his tone filled with amusement. "From now on, I'll just stick to nodding along and agreeing with everything you say. Much easier that way."

May 27, 2024 - 11:42 AM

After they're done with their breakfast, Charles pays the bill and they head out of the café, Leo snuggles comfortably in Y/n's arms. As they walk back to Charles' place, he can't help but steal small glances at Y/n and Leo, his heart swelling with affection.

Leo gives a soft yip of recognition as they approach the apartment building, and wiggles in Y/n's arms, eager to get back to the familiar surroundings.

They enter the elevator, the metal walls gleaming in the harsh artificial light. Charles stands close to Y/n, Leo's weight between them, their arms occasionally grazing against each other.

The elevator dings, signaling their arrival at Charles' floor, and they make their way to his door, Leo's little paws tapping eagerly against the plush carpeted floor.

They enter the apartment, the door closing behind them with a resounding thud. Y/n sets Leo down, and he immediately barrels off, small paws thudding against the floor as he scurries into the living room, a little ball of energy.

Charles shuts the door behind them, his eyes lingering on Y/n for a moment before looking away, a slight flush creeping up his neck.

He clears his throat, the blush on his neck deepening slightly. "So, Y/n, I was wondering... when will you be driving back to France?"

His voice wavers slightly at the mention of her leaving, his heart heavy at the thought of not having her around. But he tries to hide it, maintaining a casual tone.

Y/n glances at her watch, her expression thoughtful. "I should be leaving for France before 5PM today," she replies, her tone firm. "The roads can get busy, so I want to make sure I have plenty of time."

Charles nods, a faint feeling of dread settling in his stomach. "Right, right," he says, forcing a small smile. "Gotta beat the traffic." He tries to match her casual tone, but the tightness of his voice betrays his emotions.

Y/n senses the change in his demeanor and steps closer, her voice softer now. "Don't worry, Charlie," she says, meeting his gaze. "I'll be back before you know it. And we can FaceTime every night until then. It's not like I'm disappearing off the face of the Earth."

She gives him a reassuring grin, her own heart heavy at the thought of leaving him behind. But she knows they need to face this reality, and her determination overrides her sadness.

Charles looks at her, his expression a mix of relief and sadness. "Yeah," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're right. FaceTime will be great. We'll stay in touch. And I'll plan our next movie marathon for when you're back."

He gives her a lopsided smile, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Just... promise me you'll drive safe, yeah?"

Y/n smiles, a genuine warmth radiating from her eyes. "You know I will, Charlie. Promise," she assures him. "And we're definitely having a movie marathon the moment I'm back. Just keep the popcorn ready."

He nods, a soft chuckle escaping him. "You know I always have popcorn ready," he says, his voice tinged with affection. "And we might as well make a day of it. Pizza, popcorn, the whole nine yards."

Charles glances at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, the hands ticking softly, the rhythmic sound echoing in the small space. "You still have about five hours before you need to leave," he points out, his tone thoughtful.

He looks back at Y/n, his expression hopeful. "How about we watch a movie? Take our minds off the fact that you're leaving for a bit?" He offers her a small smile, the invitation genuine.

Y/n smiles, a bright sparkle lighting up her eyes. "That sounds like a great idea, Charlie!" she exclaims, a hint of excitement in her tone. "You make the popcorn. I'll pick the movie."

Charles nods in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. "You got it," he says, his tone light. "I'll whip up some popcorn. You get the movie set up. Just don't pick something too depressing, yeah? I don't think I can handle both of us feeling sad."

Y/n laughs, playfully rolling her eyes. "Please, I have impeccable taste in movies," she retorts, her tone laced with mock-affronted humor. "I wouldn't dream of subjecting you to a depressing film. We'll stick to feel-good, laugh-a-minute kind of stuff. We can save the melodrama for another day."

She makes her way over to the couch, the soft cushions beckoning her. She takes a seat, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable. The sound of the grandfather clock continues, marking the passing of time, as Y/n scrolls through the movies on the TV, searching for the perfect film to suit the mood.

"Hey, Charlie!" Y/n's voice rings out across the room, her tone light and playful. "I've got two options here: 'Mamma Mia!' or 'Wild Child'. What do you feel like watching?"

Charles appears through the kitchen door, a bowl of fresh popcorn in his hands. He chuckles at her shouts, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, both sound tempting," he muses, his tone light. "But let's go for 'Mamma Mia'. Can't go wrong with some ABBA, right?"

Y/n grins, nodding excitedly. "You read my mind, Charlie. We can't pass up ABBA on our movie night. It's a crime against good taste." She taps a few buttons on her phone, queuing up 'Mamma Mia!' on their streaming service.

Charles hands her the bowl of popcorn, his fingers brushing against hers in a fleeting moment of contact. He settles down beside her, a comfortable distance between them, as the opening credits of 'Mamma Mia!' begin to roll. They munch on the popcorn and lose themselves in the familiar tunes and lighthearted storyline, enjoying the shared moment together.

As the movie plays on, Y/n finds herself singing along to the ABBA classics, her voice light and slightly off-key, filling the room with a contagious joy. Charles joins in too, his tone deeper and more confident, harmonizing with Y/n's vocals. They laugh at the cheesy jokes and dance along to the catchy songs, their worries momentarily forgotten in the shared fun of the musical.

May 27, 2024 - 4:22 PM

As the credits roll, and 'Hamilton' comes to a close, Y/n catches sight of the digital clock on the side table. The bright red numerals read '4:22 PM', and a sense of unease washes over her.

"Four-twenty-two?" she exclaims, a hint of panic creeping into her voice. "Damn, how did time slip away so fast? I need to get going soon."

Charles glances at the clock, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. "You're right," he nods, his tone tinged with regret. "We need to get you back on the road soon. Can't have you driving after sunset." He rises from the couch, gesturing towards the guest room. "Let's get your things ready."

In the guest room, Charles helps Y/n pack her clothes efficiently. They work together in a comfortable silence, their movements synchronized. Charles carefully folds Y/n's clothes and tucks them into her suitcase, his touch gentle and efficient.

As they work, the atmosphere in the room is tinged with a sense of nostalgia and a hint of sadness. Although they're focused on the task at hand, they're both aware of the impending separation looming over them.

Y/n's gaze occasionally meets Charles as they pack, the unspoken emotions lingering between them. Charles steals glances at her, his eyes softening at the sight of her. Y/n, too, finds herself stealing glances at him, her heart growing heavier with every item packed.

Once the suitcase is packed, Charles closes it with a gentle click, securing the zipper. He steps back, his gaze meeting Y/n's with a mixture of sadness and affection. "All set?" he asks, his voice a soft whisper as if he's reluctant to break the comfortable silence that has settled between them.

Y/n looks at him, her gaze filled with an unspoken emotion, a mix of yearning and bittersweet acceptance. "Yeah," she says softly, her words barely above a whisper. "I think so. Just one more thing to do."

Without hesitation, she closes the distance between them, enveloping Charles in a tight hug. Charles wraps his arms around her, holding her close. The embrace feels like an unspoken promise, a silent assurance of their connection despite the physical separation that awaits them soon.

They stay like that for a few moments, and the world around them seems to fade away. For those brief seconds, time stands still, and they allow themselves to savor the warmth and solace of each other's presence. Eventually, Y/n pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting Charles's in a silent understanding. It's time for her to leave.

"I should get going," she says, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and determination. Charles nods, understanding the finality of the moment. "Alright," he whispers, his voice a tender caress against the stillness. "Drive safely, okay? And don't forget to FaceTime me tonight."

"Of course," Y/n confirms, her voice steady despite the pang of heartache. "As soon as I get settled, we'll FaceTime. You can't get rid of me that easily." A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, a bittersweet expression that echoes the emotions swirling within her.

Charles smiles, mirroring Y/n's bittersweet expression. "I wouldn't dream of it," he says softly, his fingers gently brushing a stray hair away from her face. "Until tonight, Y/n. Drive safely, and I'll be here waiting for your call."

May 27, 2024 - 5:42 PM

Y/n's car pulls into the parking lot of her apartment building in France. As she parks, a sense of familiarity washes over her, the sight of the place she calls home comforting after the long journey. But there's an emptiness, too, a void that she knows will only be filled once she's reunited with Charles.

Gathering her belongings, she steps out of the car, the familiar scent of the French countryside filling her senses. For a moment, she just stands there, soaking in the surroundings, a mix of emotions swirling within her - excitement to be home, sadness at the prospect of being away from Charles.

The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape. Y/n takes a deep breath, the cool evening air filling her lungs, and she starts walking toward her apartment building.

As she approaches the entrance, a bittersweet pang tugs at her heart. The thought of being separated from Charles for days, maybe even weeks, is daunting, but she knows they can weather this distance.

Y/n dives into her unpacking routine, meticulously organizing her things. However, she keeps getting side-tracked; a stack of books needing proper arrangement, a pile of photos requiring categorization, or a collection of trinkets demanding specific display spots.

As a result, she doesn't notice how time ticks away as she turns her simple unpacking task into a full apartment makeover.

By the time she checked the clock, 4 hours had passed. Her apartment looks spick and span, but she's only unpacked about half of her luggage. She lets out a laugh; it seems unpacking and cleaning were just covered for an impromptu interior design overhaul.

As Y/n finishes up the last of her unpacking, a sudden realization hits her. Her toiletry bag, a staple for any extended stay, is nowhere to be found. She recalls leaving it behind in Monaco. Frustration and disbelief flit across her face, the inconvenience of the situation sinking in.

Y/n stands in her spotless bathroom, torn between two unappealing options: going a night without brushing her teeth or making a late-night trip to the store for a new toothbrush. The thought of sacrificing oral hygiene isn't all that appealing, but neither is the idea of stepping out in the brisk evening air to buy new tooth-cleaning supplies.

Just as Y/n contemplates skipping her evening teeth-cleaning session, a sharp pang of longing for Charles hits out of nowhere. It catches her off guard, the realization of being separated from him sinking in once again. The empty toothbrush holder on the bathroom counter seems to echo the emptiness she feels without his presence

Suddenly, the truth hits Y/n with the force of a freight train. The feeling of having left something behind wasn't about a toothbrush at all; it was the poignant realization of leaving Charles behind in Monaco. Their separation weighs heavily on her heart, and in that moment, she misses his presence more than ever.

Y/n finds herself gazing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, a sudden clarity dawning on her. A profound understanding washes over her as she whispers quietly to herself, "I love him."

The words hang in the air, echoing in the silent apartment. The realization brings a flood of emotions: joy, vulnerability, relief, and a sense of finally acknowledging what has been there all along. She loves Charles with a depth and intensity that leaves her breathless.

Without a second thought, Y/n hastily snatches her phone and car keys from the kitchen counter. She dashes through the darkened apartment, hastily flicking off lights and unplugging appliances as she goes.

Within minutes, she's out the door, the cool evening air enveloping her as she steps outdoors. A sense of urgency fuels her stride as she makes her way towards the parking lot, each step carrying her closer to the road that will bridge the physical distance between her and Charles.

Y/n's hands grip the steering wheel as she navigates the darkening streets, her heart beating with anticipation. The night is deep, but the city lights guide her way as she drives towards Monaco.

The prospect of seeing Charles again fuels her determination, her foot growing heavier on the pedal as she presses onward. Every mile feels like an eternity, but she knows that each one brings her closer to the moment when she'll be reunited with the one person who truly matters.

Her thoughts wander, imagining the moment when she'll see Charles. How his eyes will light up, or the warm embrace they'll share. The images fuel her determination to keep driving faster, to bridge the distance that separates them just a little bit quicker. The cityscape whizzes by, but she's resolute in her goal: to be with Charles once more.

May 27, 2024 - 11:09 PM

As Y/n stands outside Charles's door, a rush of emotions washes over her. Her heart races, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before finally knocking on the door. The sound of her knuckles against the wood echoes in the quiet night.

Y/n braces herself, unsure of what awaits on the other side. Will Charles be surprised? Happy? Relieved? The anticipation gnaws at her, building with every passing second.

The sound of soft footsteps approaches from inside, and then the door swings open, revealing a bewildered Charles. He stares at Y/n in disbelief, his expression a mix of shock and delight. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" he queries, his voice tinged with both surprise and warmth.

Y/n musters up a shaky explanation, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and slight hesitation. "I... I left my toiletry bag here," she stammers, her words tumbling out in a hurry. "I didn't realize until after I had unpacked and organized my things. And, well, here I am." She flashes a sheepish smile, trying to downplay the fact that she drove all the way back just for her toiletry bag.

Charles stands dumbfounded for a beat, his mind trying to process the situation. But then, a slow grin spreads across his face. "You drove all the way back... for your toiletry bag?" he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. Despite the unconventional reason for her visit, he can't help but find the situation charming in its absurdity.

Y/n gathers her courage and blurts out her true feelings, the words spilling forth in a rush. "I... I missed you," she confesses, her voice filled with a mixture of earnestness and vulnerability. "I know it sounds crazy, but being separated from you, even for a few hours, felt unbearable. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing."

Her words come out in a rush, her emotions spilling over. "God dammit, Charles, I love you!" She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as the words escape her lips, laying her heart bare in front of him. The vulnerability and intensity behind her confession hang in the air between them.

He doesn't waste a moment, pulling Y/n inside and pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. There's a sense of relief and longing in his touch, the realization that their separation was unbearable for both of them. Y/n clings to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, matching his fervor and intensity.

Charles pulls away just enough to meet Y/n's gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and vulnerability. His voice carries a hint of awe as he continues, "You have no idea how long I've prayed for this moment. That maybe, just maybe, you felt something for me too."

His confession hangs in the air, the sincerity in his tone washing over Y/n like a wave of emotions.

Y/n's heart swells with a rush of emotions as Charles's words sink in. The longing she had tried to deny was mirrored in his own confession.

"I prayed for this too," she admits, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and tenderness. "I didn't realize the extent of my own feelings until the moment we said goodbye. The thought of being apart... it was unbearable. And now, here you are, saying what I've been too afraid to put into words."

Charles leans in for another lingering kiss, breaking away just long enough to ask, "Can you stay the night? I don't want to be apart from you any longer. Please." His voice is filled with a mixture of tenderness and longing, silently pleading for a positive response.

Y/n smiles, her heart filled with warmth and anticipation. "Yes," she whispers, the words barely above a breath as her lips brush against his. "I'll stay the night. Nothing would make me happier than being with you, right here, right now."

He gently pulls Y/n towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers as they make their way through the apartment. Once inside, he locks the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world.

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rafecameronssl4t · 1 year ago

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Business Talk || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: You listening to Rafe and Barry talk business on his yacht. (s3 ep6 inspired)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, idk if theres anything else lmk

Word count: 1,323

A/n: another canon fic because im obsessed with writing these 😖 pls send me canon fic requests 🙏🙏

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Divider by @yoonitos

"Oh my God!" Barry yells out as you hastily pull away from Rafe, who groans in frustration, "Fuck, I thought we had more time." His head drops, leaning on your bare stomach, and you can't help but giggle as you reach over for your cover-up. Rafe sighs heavily, adjusting his pants with an annoyed expression.

"Damn, Rafe. Come on, Country Club," Barry calls out, his voice echoing through the boat as he makes his way upstairs to the top deck. "Bro, how are you gonna have this and not even tell me!" When he reaches the final step, he notices you lounging on one of the sofas, looking perfectly composed. You give him a warm smile. "Hey, Barry," you greet him politely.

"Princess," he says with a playful bow, making you giggle at his exaggerated behavior. He then turns back to Rafe, who is still frowning. "You got a whole damn YMCA up on this bitch, dude," Barry exclaims, his eyes darting around the luxurious boat. You sip your drink, watching Barry's antics with amusement.

"Barry, shut up, yeah?" Rafe shouts at him, clearly fed up with Barry's incessant chatter about the boat. Barry throws up his hands in mock surrender. "All right, we need to make a move," Rafe walks over to his shirt and puts it on. "That's all we do, bro. We been making moves. Haven't we, y/n?" Barry glances at you as you watch the two talk business.

"Yeah, well, we don't have much time," Rafe says, his tone serious as he walks over to you and holds out his hand. You look at his hand for a moment before meeting his intense gaze. "Yo, come down here," Rafe says to Barry, jerking his head toward the stairs.

You take Rafe's hand as he leads you toward the stairs, your fingers still interlocked. Barry follows behind, curiosity piqued. "You're not gonna believe this shit," Rafe mutters, his voice low and intense.

As you descend to the bottom deck, Rafe's focus remains unshaken. "You seen any buyers?" he calls out, his mind clearly on the gold. Barry, now settling down on the couch beside you, responds with a chuckle, "It's always business with you, bro. I mean, I don't always live like this." You kick your feet up on the table, relaxing as Rafe heads to the fridge. He rummages through its contents, finally emerging with a few beers and your favorite drink.

"I'm just saying we need to take this shit seriously," Rafe insists, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. He opens your drink with a swift motion and hands it to you, his eyes meeting yours briefly. "Thanks," you reply softly, appreciating the small gesture. Barry observes the interaction with a raised eyebrow, then looks between you and Rafe with a smirk. "What? No princess treatment for me either?" he teases, pouting playfully at Rafe who rolls his eyes, “Get fucked.”

Barry clinks bottles with you after opening his beer, taking a swig and letting out a satisfied sigh. Moments later, Rafe returns, carrying a sleek black briefcase which he places on the table in front of Barry. You quickly adjust your feet as Barry's eyes widen in awe at the contents revealed inside. Your gaze meets Rafe's briefly before you lean forward, curiosity piqued.

"I should get a tooth made out of this, huh?" Barry quips, holding up a gleaming gold bar, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. You struggle to suppress a smile. "Look, don't be touching the shit. Just put it back," Rafe commands sternly, shooting Barry a look of irritation.

"Man, you're so paranoid. How do you put up with this shit, y/n?" Barry says, turning to you as he carefully replaces the gold bar. Rafe, exuding impatience, retorts, "I don't care about the cross. I'm trying to make money." He sits beside you, gently shifting your legs so they rest comfortably on his lap.

"I told you, my aunt, she got some contacts. She gonna help us move these little bitches," Barry reassures Rafe. Distracted by a sudden splash from the water nearby, you turn your head instinctively. Rafe notices your reaction immediately. "What is it?" he asks, concern threading through his voice. You rise from the couch, taking your sunglasses off as you move towards the edge to peer down at the water.

"Nothin'. Thought I heard something," you shrug, slipping on your sunglasses before returning to the sofa. "The gems, the nuggets, the whole damn melted enchilada!" Barry rambles on, his enthusiasm undeterred. "These gems are mint, man. The gold's bullion. We're selling it in bars, right? I'm not dealing with some half-assed pogue shit with some reject from Zales, bro."

Rafe's voice cuts through Barry's excitement, firm and cold. "Hey, watch how you're speaking about my aunt, dog," Barry retorts, scoffing. Rafe's hands, tense with stress, had already begun their way down your thighs, gripping them unconsciously. It was a telltale sign of his annoyance.

"I'm not talking about your aunt. I'm just saying, I don't fucking trust my shit with pogues," Rafe shrugs dismissively as you absentmindedly play with his rings.

Suddenly, your phone dings with a text message. Rafe leans over, grabbing your phone to hand it to you. Their chatter fades into the background as you focus on the message from your friend.

"Who is it, baby?" Rafe asks, removing his sunglasses as you show him your phone, reading the etext. "Barry, you gotta go, man," he says, watching you rise from the couch and slip off your cover-up.

"What? Why?" Barry protests, glancing between you and Rafe with confusion. Rafe sighs, his patience thinning. "Y/N's having her friends over for a girl’s day on the boat." Barry's eyes dart to you as you smile and nod. "That right? And I wasn't invited?" he says with mock offense, making you laugh.

"Next time, for sure," you assure him, still chuckling. Rafe, eager to get Barry off the boat, pats him on the back. "All right, time for you to go, bro. Good to see ya." "All right, all right, I'm going!" Barry concedes, standing up and making his way to the edge of the boat. "You have fun, Y/N!" he calls out, waving. "Bye, Barry!" you wave back with a smile.

As Barry leaves, Rafe's hands find your hips, fingers playfully tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms. "Rafe!" you exclaim, swatting his hands away and retying the strings. "They'll be here soon." Rafe groans, "Why am I being cockblocked all day today." You smirk up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in, "Later, I promise."

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wlwoceaneyes · 1 month ago

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Reader accidentally drinks from Emily‘s coffee mug. Later Emily notices a lipstick mark on it. Her reaction makes reader blush.

Lipstick Service

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!bau!reader word count: 1065 k

The table in front of you is covered in files and photos, with an opened box of donuts and half-empty coffee mugs scattered among them. You’ve been digging through every clue for hours, but so far without success. Your team is now placing hope on the suspect’s internet activity, which has spiked noticeably in the past few days. Penelope has barricaded herself in her office for over an hour and only accepts visitors if food or drink is involved.

“Should we go through the crime scene photos again?” Luke asks, and you almost tear at your hair in frustration.

“We’ve already done that five times,” you reply resignedly and bite into your chocolate donut, some colorful sprinkles falling onto the table while you do so. You can feel your chiefs’s eyes on you, and you try not to look up, not to fall into her well-placed trap. If it happens again, she’ll see right through you and your actions. You’ve been struggling for months with your small but intense crush on Emily Prentiss. Since you joined the BAU a year ago, it’s only gotten worse each day, and even the tiniest interaction with her makes you blush in an instant. During conversations, you often lose your train of thought and can barely hold her gaze, those dark, all-consuming eyes making it hard to concentrate.

Your behavior hasn’t gone unnoticed by your colleagues, who love to tease you about it. A comment here, a jab there. But none of them would actually throw you under the bus or expose you to an awkward situation, even if they do like to test your reactions regarding Emily. They sometimes try to reassure you that Emily hasn’t noticed your crush, but deep down, you know that’s not true. She’s not Unit Chief for nothing, plus she is one of the FBI’s top profilers for a reason.

“Maybe we missed something,” Tara murmurs beside you, holding up one of the photos. “What if it’s something completely ordinary? Like that fast food wrapper in the Lloyd case in Detroit a year ago?”

You watch JJ furrow her brows, pick up another photo, hold it close to her face, and shake her head. “What exactly were you thinking of?” she asks, and Tara shrugs.

“Well, definitely not chocolate sprinkles,” she replies, giving you a pointed look as more sprinkles fall onto the table and photos when you take another bite of your donut. You hear Emily chuckle in amusement, and feel the warmth rise in your cheeks. So much for flying under the radar.

“Sorry,” you mumble, place the rest of your donut on a napkin, and brush the crumbs off the table.

Just when you think you’re out of the spotlight, JJ clears her throat and gives you a mischievous grin. “You’ve got something there,” she says, and you look up, confused.

“Huh?” is all you manage, still unsure of your voice.

“There,” she points to her chin to show you, and you quickly wipe at the spot with your hand, apparently missing it.

“You’re only making it worse,” Luke chuckles, pointing to the left corner of your mouth.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you whisper embarrassed, and catch a glimpse of Emily hiding a grin behind her glass.

In the bathroom, you glance into the mirror and realize your colleagues got you again. “Very funny,” you mutter and wash your sticky hands. You still dampen a paper towel to clean your mouth and prep for your new lipstick in the color Cassian. You hold the lipstick up to the neon light, admire its depth, and soon after, your lips are painted with it. Your eyes stand out even more now, and the shade perfectly matches the natural flush of your cheeks, a flush that tends to deepen depending on the situation. Thanks to Emily. Satisfied, you tuck the lipstick into your jacket pocket, put on a confident expression and return to your colleagues with a tight-lipped smile that makes them laugh.

“You had your fun,” you say, settling back beside Tara, who tries to hide her grin. Emily tucks her silver hair behind her ear and moistens her lips, making you hold your breath.

“Let’s get back to work,” she instructs, and you gratefully pull another file toward you, thankful for the distraction. While your colleagues groan, you throw yourself into the task, eager to show your boss how serious you are about your job. You still feel the need to prove yourself, even though you’ve become a valued part of the team and have provided key insights in many cases.

“I’ve got us some fresh coffee,” Rossi chimes in, holding up a pot as he closes the conference room door behind him.

“Finally, someone’s thinking,” Tara grumbles, raising her mug. You don’t look up, knowing Rossi always refills your mug first. You’re studying the photos from the third crime scene, reaching for your freshly poured coffee and take a sip.

You freeze. It’s black. Unsweetened.

You grimace in confusion, glance at the mug in your hand, and realize your mistake. It’s Prentiss’s mug. The big, white FBI letters stare back at you mockingly.

Embarrassed, you sneak a glance at Emily, who’s watching you intently. Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and when you slowly push the mug back to the center of the table, her gaze follows every movement. None of your colleagues notice the exchange, too absorbed in their files and now energized by the caffeine.

You press your lips together, offer your boss a sheepish smile, and reach for your own untouched coffee. As you take a sip of your sweet drink, Emily grabs hers and to your horror, you spot a huge lipstick mark on the rim. Your lipstick. The one you’d applied just minutes ago.

Your lips form a silent O. You want to stop her, offer her your mug instead, but Emily slowly turns her mug in her hands until the lipstick mark is facing her. You hold your breath as she winks at you and places her lips directly on the spot where yours had just been. Emily closes her eyes in delight after swallowing her first sip, then rubs her lips together, spreading your dark lipstick onto her own. She gives you a knowing look, before turning back to her laptop.

Your pulse quickens, maybe this isn’t just a one-sided crush after all.

Part two

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bratscave · 10 months ago

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ — MY LITTLE PRINCESS !

includes. dilf! logan x 23! shy? reader, very lightly implied daddy issues, sexual content! (car pussy eating lol)

You’ve seen Logan here before, countless times, always in that same corner, nursing his drink in solitude. His age should turn you off, it really should but somehow that just got you more intrested, you had been stern on doing something about said-intrest but your fear of talking and interacting with men, held you back.

Tonight, tonight you were going to do it. You were sure of it. With your heart pounding in your chest, you slide off the barstool, your legs feeling a little shaky as you make your way across the room. Each step feels like it takes you all your power, and by the time you reach his table, you’re sure he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

You pause for a moment, hesitating, before you finally force yourself to speak, "is the seat taken?" your voice was quiet, shaky even, you silently cursed yourself — you had wanted yourself to sound confident, god damn it.

He turns around with a gaze that was so intense, you were sure he was about to fuck you off to go somewhere else, yet he quietly gestured to the seat next to him. You slide into the seat opposite him, your knees brushing logans under the table.

"You're a bit young to be in a place like this," he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly, carrying the weight of all the years he’s lived. There’s a teasing edge to his tone, but also a hint of concern, like he’s trying to figure out what a girl like you is doing in a place like this, with a man like him.

You feel a blush creeping up your neck, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. "Maybe I like being around… older men." Well not the older men around you, him though, very much so. "I'm not that young." you add on, it was true - since when were people in their mid twenties considered, young?

A scoff slips past his lips at your response, though it did pique his intrest. His thumb circled around the glass of his whiskey, you were sure that was at least the fourth one he had, "Not that young, huh? Then how old are you, princess?"

You practically feel yourself grow hotter at the nickname, on it's own 'princess' sounds so endearing, so loving — but with his rough tone, it got this different edge to it. "23," you mumble, obediently at his question.

Logan repeats your age, let's it slip from his tongue losely, makes it hang around the dimly light bar and between you.

"I wonder what your parents would think, princess. If only they knew where their little girl was right now, and who she was with."

You'd actually think he was somewhat concearned if it wasn't for the almost mocking tone in his voice, not like he was making fun of you moreover like he just found this situation and how you were behaving amusing.

The blush intensifies at his comment, you hated how you reacted to him, how your body did too; you didn't want to come of as to shy or inexperienced. that was not the case, well somewhat. Your absent father, certaintly wouldn't care - your mother, maybe but who'd tell her? "I'm not a little girl," you're grown god damn it.

His smirk only grew as you got increasingly red. It was cute.

"Oh, really? You look like a little girl to me, princess. All shy and flustered just from sitting at the same table as me. Can't even look me in my eyes."

Logan leaned a little closer to you, his tone almost advising, "You look like you need someone to take care of you, princess. Someone older. More experienced. Do your little boytoys not take care of you right, hm?"

It takes all your will power to not run off into the sunset, burry yourself a hole and think about what he said for the rest of your life. You manage to answer quietly, "you sound like you want to be that 'someone'"

"smart girl," he snickered, satisfied with your reply.

"I'll admit, I've been watching you for a while. You come here all the time and drink all by yourself. All alone. Always sitting at the same spot, watching others."

You can feel yourself get wetter at just his words, he had been observing you? The you, who looked at him countless times, sure he was not looking back or cared at that either.

Sooner then your mother would be proud of, you were in his car. Well- you and him were in his backseat. The car smelled old, looked old too but you didn't have time to make details out as he kept your legs spread for him, rough big hands patting the skin every now and then, to quietly tell you how good you were.

His tongue was way to busy to talk, licking and sucking with a precision that was applaudible. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Just hours ago, you were too shy to even speak to him, and now here you were, half-naked in the backseat of his car, your body squirming around.

He wasn’t gentle — Logan was thorough, relentless, like he had something to prove. And maybe he did, maybe he wanted to show you exactly what you’d been missing, what it was like to be with a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His stubble scratched against your sensitive skin, adding to the rawness of the experience, making it feel more real.

He was so broad, taking up most of the space in that damn backseat and he was hungry. starved, or at least he ate you out like he was.

Logan would make sure that, for the next few days, you’d feel him in every corner of your body. You would ache, throb in all the right places — all because of him.

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wordsofyore · 4 months ago

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Yandere Neighbor! Konig x Fem. Reader

You are used to cooking for your whole family, but now that you live alone, you find yourself inexplicably cooking more food than you need, and given the limited space in your second-hand fridge, you decide to just share the extra bites with your giant, quiet neighbor.

He's... intimidating, what with his height (seriously, you don't think you've seen anyone this tall), and the weird dark hood covering his face. But those eyes, those sad, baby blue eyes does something to you. He goes from this titan-who-can-singlehandedly-crush-your-skull image to an oversized, unloved stray dog in your mind, once you actually get to interact with him.

The poor guy seems like he's struggling to come up with a reply when you shove a whole box of freshly cooked spaghetti to his face with an apologetic smile, explaining the situation. You see his eyes widen before hesitantly accepting the dish, his calloused hand accidentally brushing against yours in the process. You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up at the contact. Clearing your throat, you take the chance to finally introduce yourself properly. He murmurs your name under his breath, and you don't question the rather strange name he gives you in return. You're curious, but decide it's best to not get too deep into someone else's business. It's good enough for you to not feel the awkwardness when you pass by each other in the hallways, exchanging nods and smiles (at least you do, anyways).

There's this one time you can't open a jar of pickles, and just as you start missing the way you could rely on your dad for things like this, you suddenly remember Konig. It's a little embarrassing, but you decide it was well worth the effort, just for the sake of satisfying your cravings. So you pad over to his door, knock twice on his door, and he's right before you, looking down at you with what you discern is a mix of curiosity and confusion. You explain your predicament, and he's immediately reaching out for the jar and opens it with a single try. You blush under his now amused gaze, thanking him under your breath before you head back to your apartment with your tail tucked between your legs (you end up sharing some food out of goodwill just a bit later).

Neighbor Konig is useful to have around, to say the very least. He fixes your leaking pipes, and kills bugs for you when you're too freaked out to go near one. You feel some reassurance knowing he's nearby, especially when you realize someone's stalking you, breaking into your apartment, and sifting through your clothes (you were sure you were missing a pair of panties or two).

It's especially scary when you wake up and find your window open all the way when you were sure you had it closed tight the night before. Your landlord merely shrugs helplessly when you ask for extra security, and they're still just as useless when some pipe bursts in your unit, leaving the place flooded and the little worldly possessions you have water-damaged. But that's when your personal hero shows up, your giant, blue-eyed neighbor, offering you a place to tuck your head in while your place gets fixed up. You can't help but hug the guy as you feel yourself break down under all the stress. In return, he says something in German as he gently pats your back.

It's... nice, to have someone around you as you settle into a temporary routine. You both cook side by side in the kitchen, share meals and stories, and watch TV or play board games in the evenings. All is well and good until you sort out the shared laundry and find the missing underwear. At least, you think it's the one you owned... but Konig was a pleasant guy, surely he wouldn't... Sure, you don't ever hear him mentioning any girlfriends or anything of the sort, but maybe, just maybe, it was something someone left behind at his place. Yeah, that could very well be the case, you shouldn't assume the worst, especially when the guy was looking out for you like this...

To Konig, you are a little ray of sunshine. A beacon of hope and light and all things sweet and fragile in his bleak existence. He had more or less accepted that he would live out the rest of his life as an outcast, ignored and feared and ridiculed. To have been noticed by a sweet, shy thing like you was already more than he deserved. To get a taste of what it'd be like to have a little wife, he should say it was enough, but... it wasn't. No, rather, it opened the gates to a chasm inside of him that wanted to devour you whole and not leave a crumb behind for anyone else.

So, please forgive him for all the things he's doing to catch you in his net. Sure, he was a dirty old colonel who kills people for money, but he sure as hell can take care of a pretty little thing like you, give you the life you deserve, free from worries about bills and shitty bosses. Free from having to deal with boys who won't treat you nice. You wouldn't mind him putting a few bullets through their heads, would you?

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monarchberrysblog · 1 year ago

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hello there! 21, but going on anon. could i request a pregnant reader who is feeling incredibly insecure about her body. after an instance where a woman openly flirts and asks miguel out in front of her, she breaks down crying. miguel reassures her and they start having the craziest, wildest, hottest sex imaginable

GROWING PAINS

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.

✭ content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.

✭ word count: +2.1k words

✭ (a/n): let me get a crack at it 😋 I had fun working on this 💜🪻 (if there are errors I missed, please let me know!)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

The nausea of the day came in like waves during a full moon at the beach. The smell of toilet water and bleach greeted your nose while kneeling in front of the toilet before you. Dry heaving became a regular habit as the smell of toilet water didn’t contribute to the nauseating sensation.

“Are we okay, cariño?” His voice sent chills down your spine as you rested your head on the toilet seat. “No…” You whined, sounding like a child who had their toy taken away. “C’mon, don't rest your head right there…” Miguel cooes to you.

A low groan escapes your throat as you wait in anticipation to throw up, already wanting the feeling to pass by. “Do you want some tea? It'll help with the morning sickness.” He suggests to you before kneeling next to you and rubbing your lower back slowly.

“Yeah…” You groaned out before your body lurched another heave out of you.

“It’s okay…” He whispers quietly and holds your hair back. “Let it out if you need to.” He blows air to your face, cooling you down from the warm sensation you feel all over your body. But the salvation in your mouth still lingered.

“Thanks…”

“Miguel!” You called out to him from the bathroom, looking down at your swelling belly. “Yes, cariño?” He steps into view, returning from his morning workout. A soft kiss on the forehead gives you small butterflies in your stomach before you remember why you called him in.

“Can you please get more coconut butter at the store? I need some more for the stretch marks.” You raised (his) your hoodie to reveal the glistening stretch marks and slightly swelling belly.

“Hmm, did we run out already?” He makes his way over before he ruffles your hair and looks through the medicine cabinet. “Could have sworn we had some.” He mumbles before his palm rests on your belly, allowing his thumb to caress the marks.

“No, we ran out.” You add, getting on your tiptoes to peek at the medicine cabinet for the umpteenth time.

He nods after his eyes mindlessly scan the pill bottles, toiletries, and some of your make-up items. He clicks his tongue and moves his palm away from your belly. “Yeah, I'll get you some more, cariño. Let me jump in the shower first and then go to the store. I don't need to smell like sweat.”

The comment made you pout. The post-workout smell always lured you in, like catnip. You could cling near him and bask in his smell if you wanted to.

“Do you want to join me?” You nod eagerly, taking off the hoodie and tossing it at him.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?” This is the same umpteenth question he asked you while you walked around your local mall down. “No, I'm fine.” He lightly squeezes your hand and gives you the look. The “you better go” look, as Miguel always fell victim to making frequent stops in gas stations or stores to satisfy your bladder whenever the two of you drove around.

“Just go, baby…” Miguel sighs, patting your lower back before he playfully spanks your rear.

You huff before you shuffle into the public restroom while resting your hand on your swelling tummy.

The sight was always amusing for Miguel; it was adorable—the sundress, the comfy sandals, and your hair neatly done. But the adorable sight was interrupted almost immediately. Two hands grasp his arm with such a grip that it can make anyone’s muscle ache from under the skin, even enough to bruise the muscle. Miguel shrugs it off and looks over to the source. “Aren’t you handsome?” The voice coaxed him before her hands squeezed his bicep. He shrugs his arm away and looks over to the bathrooms instead.

“I’m married.” Miguel’s statement lingered in the air before she looked at his arm and took in the sight of him like he was a tall glass of water.

“So am I.” She giggles before she looks up at Miguel with doe eyes. The discomfort arose in his stomach as if he had had a terrible dinner waiting to be released.

“Where’s your husband then?” He questions, hearing the fear in his voice. He shrugs her hand away from his arm again and waits at the bathroom in anticipation for his little wife, you, to return. But the yapping woman continued to speak, not getting any social signals that Miguel wasn't interested.

“He’s at—” Her words cut off before her features go ghost white, enough to mistake her for a blank piece of printer paper waiting to be scribbled on with a permanent marker.

“Miguel.”

A smile of relief paints his features as he walks over to you and gently takes your hand. Your attention is on the woman, seeing her twirl her hair with her fingers. She only giggles and immediately stops when she sees your swelling belly underneath your sundress. “Oh honey, I bet you can't satisfy your husband while you look like you're about to pass out.” She continues to yap, not caring about the looks of disgust from other women around the area. “Cariño, let’s go.” Miguel urges, not comfortable with the woman now harassing you and, arguably, your unborn child.

“Married men are allowed to cheat on their pregnant wives…”

You open your mouth, only to get tugged away from her by your husband, who does not want you to make a scene in such a public environment.

“Not interested. I love my wife dearly.” He steps in, lightly tugging you away from the uncomfortable space.

But hearing the words wasn't enough. For the past few weeks, you've been down on the stoops. Despite being your second trimester, the morning sickness faded away but lingered like a bug—the stretch marks on your belly, the constant bathroom stops, and the aching feet.

The weight of a burden rested on your shoulders like you were carrying pails of water up a mountain with your heart. It pulled you down into the earth’s core.

“C’mon, baby…” He pleads once again, gently tugging you away from the degenerate woman.

The car ride back home from the mall felt like the most uncomfortable situation for Miguel. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but it damn well felt like it was when this woman threw herself at him, having no good intentions.

Despite him pushing her away with his words, she relented nonstop, picking and picking at Miguel like a vet ticking fleas away from a stray cat.

He glanced at you, but you turned away from him while sitting on the passenger side, looking only at the window. He occasionally squeezed your thigh while trying to engage in a conversation. But it always ended immediately with your simple one-word answers.

Your portions were smaller during dinner. A small scoopful of your dinner was ‘enough’ for you.

“Cariño,” His voice breaks the silence on the dining room table while you move a small broccoli around with your fork. “Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with this.”

He frowns at the meek portions. This was your favorite dinner throughout your pregnancy. Now? You eat as if it were the thing you despised the most.

“Cariño, can we talk about what happened?”

“No, no, we don't.” You intervene, stopping his words.

He furrows his brows, and the subtle pout on his lips says that he isn't going to let this go. “…yes, we do.” He steps in, gently taking your hand in his.

“Cariño, honey.” His eyes soften, allowing his thumb to massage your knuckles in small circles.

“I am sorry—”

You shake your head, looking up from your plate. “No, don't apologize. It’s not even your fault.” You put his words to an end before you slide your hand away from his. “I feel…”

You sit back in your seat and put your hands up in defeat, feeling tears form. “I don't know.”

Nothing came to mind. Your brain was murky like muddy water on the side of the road. “I feel bloated and unappealing and pent up.” You expressed many words, but none nailed the coffin of feelings that were forming in your heart. His palm finds its way to your cheek and lovingly cups it while wiping away your tears.

“Hey,” His mellow tone greets you but doesn't fully envelope you. “Please, cariño. Take a moment to breath.”

“I don't know,” You sniffle a bit before looking at your swelling belly. “I don't like being unappealing.” The words finally found on your lips, spilling out like word vomit.

“No, baby. Look at you. You are beautiful.” He places his hand on your belly, slowly moving the sundress around with his touch. “You are carrying our baby, our beautiful baby. You've been nothing but glowing. You are glowing to the point where you light up a room. You make rooms look good. A room where our family will grow, all thanks to you.”

You laughed through your tears, hearing his ramble. But the simile managed to put the tears to an end. “You make spaces look good, feel good.” He slowly helps you from your seat, easing you to your feet. He stands behind you, bringing you close to his chest. His hands slowly move, soon placing them on the bottom of your swelling belly, lifting the belly upwards, easing your lower back.

You stagger back in relief, resting back on him. “There we go.” He whispers, seeing your brows relax and your eyes close blissfully. “But I think that woman is right. You look exhausted.”

You hum to his statement, caving in to his warmth and touch. “Yeah,” You exhale. “I am exhausted.”

“Do you want me to take care of you?”

“…please.”

"Let me know if it's too much, cariño." He whispers, slowly laying you down on your shared bed. Your back decompressed against the mattress, earning a sigh of relief from you. "It's never too much." Your reassuring smile puts him at ease in his lower stomach. "Just let me know, please." He still pleads, taking off his sweatshirt and disregarding it to some odd corner of the room. "Let's lift this..." His hands work their way to the hem of the dress, lifting the skirt up.

"Lay on your side for me, nena." He demands, slowly helping you lay down and surrounding your belly with toss pillows.

The sound of his zipper filled the space, causing you to look over your shoulder and see Miguel immediately taking off his pants and boxers. His hands pull at your underwear, revealing your core, waiting for him and him only. The sound of the bed settling down increased the anticipation, feeling him bring you close to his chest before his hand fondles your breast ever so gently. "Take a deep breath-"

"Just put it in, Miguel."

Your demands come true as you feel the same familiar stretch at your core, earning a low moan from the both of you. "There we go." He groans, grinding his bulbous tip against your cervix.

"Harder, Miguel." You plead to him, feeling the soft grinding and his length rubbing against your puffy clit. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He whispers, keeping the soft motions.

"You won't hurt me or the baby. I promise.” You sigh and only push your rear to his hip. “I can handle it.”

That sentence is enough for Miguel to cave in and come to his desires. “Oh my god…” You sigh, pushing down onto his length. The slow strokes savored your gummy walls as if you were the main dish at a fine cuisine. “Look at you, so pretty.”

The slow strokes slowly became harsh and rapid. Gushing and slapping filled the space as you felt your nails claw at the bedsheets. “You like that, huh?” He breaths out before he lets go of your breasts and holds onto your hip instead. The single twitch on his cock sends you into a chokehold, leaving you clawing for more.

“Yes, keep doing that.”

A small smirk forms on Miguel’s lips before he keeps the same tempo before he slows down. “Oh, this?” He picks up the pace, similar to before, but with heavy thrusts.

“Yes, that,” You breathe, crashing your hips against his.

“Only for you, cariño.”

The rapid thrusts are enough to sway the bed from side to side, allowing the bed to creak with every motion. Soft pants from your lips escaped before you took Miguel’s hand. “Are you doing well, cariño?” You drunkenly nod before raising your leg and feeling his hand grasp onto your knee, allowing easier access and movement.

“I’m close, Migs.” You buried your face onto a decorative pillow, muffling the moan that slowly evolved into a soft cry of pleasure.

“Together, cariño. Together.” He groans, keeping the same delicious friction. The sensation of his length against your puffy clit creates mouth-watering friction, enough for you to move in sync with his motions.

“It's so good…!” You babble over and over again, tears of ecstasy rolling down your cheeks. “We’re there, almost there.” He groans out before the two of you collapse onto each other. “Oh my god…” You whined out as Miguel’s rapid breath fans your skin. “You okay, mamás?” He gives you a forehead kiss before he slowly pulls out and only nuzzles close to your neck.

“I feel better than ever.”

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affableramen · 9 months ago

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kinktober. their love language when they want it suggestiveness, smut, established stage of relationship

minors do not interact

Wriothesley

when he’s secretly horny and wants that with you, he acts incredibly messy and awkward. it looks very endearing in its own way how he bumps into things while walking or messes up his words because his tongue feels so twisted due to slight adrenaline rush

when he wants to have sx with you, it’s almost obvious even though he tries to keep it hidden. always collected and cool wriothesley appears somehow chaotic and out of his usual mood. you notice that his eyes have become softer, their colour slightly darker and deeper

as if feigning innocence he freely discusses work and domestic matters with you, while his eyes run up and down your face, finally stopping at your lips

he will awkwardly place his hands around your waist and let a shaky whisper into your ear “do you think we could… y’know… spend some private time together? as in bed activities, i mean. i’m feeling a bit needy today.”

Tartaglia

when he wants sx, he will be a complete opposite to wriothesley. tartaglia will suddenly become serious, sharply-looking and tensed up. he will be more collected than ever as if trying to win you over by being a good boy behaviour-wise

he will not speak a word to you, and it will be quite unexpected from someone usually quite extraverted and generally active. he will do everything the whole day to satisfy you: at work, training, domestic troubles - anything really, he will follow you everywhere like a dog and be very attentive to what needs done to help you

when you ask him why he is so quiet, you will see his lips slowly twitch into a smirk as he responds “i was just gathering enough stamina to give you the best night of your life”

you feel swayed and smitten, coz you did not expect his seriousness to cary a hidden desire of being with you tonight. “so you put that whole show on because you wanted to have something tonight?” and given how quiet and well-behaved he is today you consider giving him what he wants (and something that you want too)

Neuvillette

his behaviour will be different from usual not because he suddenly sends you a bouquet that is even more luxurious than the previous one a few days ago, but because his whole mood seems unnecessarily flirty

usually a calm, smooth and husband-like neuvillette goes to work, picks you up from work and arranges a quiet dinner for the two of you in your favourite restaurant or orders for home, but tonight he gives it a real stretch: neuvillette basically books a place in the extremely expensive restaurant, and the table is quite detached from everyone else, next to the panoramic window, the room extremely dimly lit. you are surprised but also amused by his passionate attitude and it’s difficult to guess that he wants the continuation of the romantic dinner later in your bedroom

he will not ask for it, he will explicitly tell you that he wants to have sex with you tonight, that he is in the mood for some passionate activity and ready to give you pleasure

getting rid of his solid formal suit he will lay you onto the bed with his strong hands and stay naked in front of your for a couple of seconds just letting you admire his hard-on. and even if you are long behind early stage of relationship, and intimate activity isn’t something impressive to you, neuvi will find a way to make it less dull and more thrilling

Pantalone

you will know that he wants it after feeling his fingers linger on your waist, hand or shoulder slightly too longer than usual. as if starved for touch, pantalone will seek opportunity to graze his fingers against you. he is not super awkward like wriothesley, but the “eating” look on his face would definitely give him away. and the way his answers to your questions come later and he seems to choose his words very carefully might also be a sign that the man is quite horny

sudden nude photos he will send you. they can be both explicit or simply suggestive, but he will let you know about his mood

he sends you same day delivery gifts that contain very, i’m telling you, very beautiful lingerie that must be implying some sort of fantasy from him

the banker is not the type to dive into lust the same minute he feels horny, but he definitely has a timing for his turn on, so he will let you know, very subtly and intricately, that he kinda has a problem down there, and he wants you to help him fix it. also, he finds having sex in the office tacky and against his office etiquette rules, so he will wait until the two of you get home. but don’t be too sure that he won’t start seducing you right in the vestibule - he loves pressing you against the wall of his mansion lobby and taking you right there, not possessing enough patience to lead you into the bedroom

Dottore

he seems to be constantly involved into his work and focused on tasks appearing on his tablet or monitor, but during the break you notice that he acts like you’re the centre of his world and work can wait. you feel his hand roam over your ass during the kiss which is unlike him, the doctor must be very horny to touch you so intimately during a simple kiss

suspiciously quiet and agreeable the whole day as if he wants something but doesn’t say :) he holds your hand way too often and sensually grazes his fingers over it as if he cannot get enough of your presense and scent while being extremely supportive of whatever you suggest

questions that are completely out of place: like if you would agree to take aphrodisiac with him, if you ever considered stimulants or other ways to make your intimate time memorable

looks at you slight a bit too much that everyone in the room takes notice of. at this point, everyone knows what’s going through dottore’s mind, except for you, because he seems quite normal for you (he will let you know what he truly wants once the work is finally finished and he can sin)

Capitano

he will be quiet for the most of the day as he’s trying to come up with a decision on how exactly his tsundere ass is supposed to confess about being horny

cold treatment by acting dismissive and hostile which ends as soon as the both of you’re finally alone without others’ eyes and ears. and just as the two of you finally get a chance for a private moment capitano will be at loss for words, his tongue is suddenly slurring words and he looks like he forgot how to speak at all, before you explicitly ask him if he wants something

mostly you are the first one to bring the initiative of being intimate, but once he’s done with the cold treatment and both of you know how horny capitano is, he will be suddenly too attentive to your presence. his eyes will be literally glued to you. that happens because while you’re around, even simply sitting on the sofa across from his desk, it gives him a hard-on. he just finds you too irresistible, especially in the days when he feels a bit sensitive and wants to indulge in physical intimacy

the kisses suddenly become too long, steamy and almost burning. you can feel capitano’s hardness accidentally press against you, and you move your body closer to feel his firmness more, which makes the both of you very aware of your physical needs before he finally acknowledges “we haven’t done it for a while, and i want you. badly.”

Dainsleif

when he wants sex he will be around you the whole day. he will be clingy, sticky and super touchy which amazes you, coz dainsleif is generally super closed

he will wait for you like a loyal man until you finish you work and be completely free for the night. he will chat with you during breaks and might even attempt into dirty talk for once. dainsleif is very good at controlling his impulses but you are his forbidden fruit which he wants to savour immensely, so he will probably not just sit iddly waiting until you somehow read his mind and invite him in

when he is horny, he dresses amazingly. his suits for dates that request continuation in the bedroom are simply delicious. you might want to contact is tailor because you’re astonished by your boyfriend’s style and you wanna match him

he will slowly stand behind your back and run his hands over your waist, pulling you closer will he devours your neck. his fingers will roam over your evening dress until their reach your chest and touch you intimately. that’s his way of telling you he wants to have sex with you

Alhaitham

when he has needs, it’s not like you will learn about it right away. alhaitham himself is not too sure whether what’s happening to him, so he’ll first give it an overthinking. first waking up with a hard-on, then spending the whole day with the same turn on because of how you looked in a video call during your break time… his mind is full of messy thoughts and his body is craving something

he will try to seduce you different ways. his most common one is coming out of the bathroom with only a bath towel covering his groin, and his hair soaking so sexily while his eyes remain cold and detached. the sight of him gives you naughty ideas and you feel yourself aroused, that’s for sure

the other seductive method will be Alhaitham spilling his coffee on his trousers and waiting for you to help him out. he is very sly when it comes to getting what he wants while staying subtle

if the both of you are in the bed, he will start moving closer to you, inch by inch, while holding a book in his hand like an undercover for his urgent needs. in the meantime if you accept his invitation, he ends up in close proximity with you, the closeness that is deemed most intimate, and you start feeling his stiff body pressing against you

Baizhu

usually you are the one who initiates any intimate activity between you two, but if baizhu is suddenly horny, maan it’s going to be a show. he is very silly when it comes to his love language when he wants it. he thinks that his oddly repetitive smiles that seem sticked to his face are not suspicious at all. when baizhu is horny he smiles a lot to you, which of course raises suspicions though he thinks he is entirely innocent

he will suggestively graze his fingers over your body when you two bump into each other, and his fingertips will always linger on your waist (that gives you goosebumps and make you suddenly feel hot)

he will discuss irrelevant things like weather or even complain about his customers, intricately avoiding the main subject - his hard on

once you learn about his hard on (his coat doesn't do well keeping it hidden) you realise the reason to the whole back and forth game between you. you discuss it in private when no one listens and since baizhu is the one giving away his spicy mood, you kindly give him control saying that he is in charge tonight because you’re curious what his horny ass was thinking about in his wet dreams

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Hello! If I may, may I request an luffy x sweet tooth!reader where somebody from the crew just managed to get a handful of candies, and yet reader missed it because of an afternoon nap and saw luffy eating the last candy. And without any hesitation, grabbed his cheeks and went to steal it via kissing. And then reader walked away like nothing happened.

There's no pressure, take your time in writing, and thank you!

Candy

Luffy x reader

Words: 4,212k

Summery: This narrative follows a Straw Hat crewmember whose love for candy is a defining trait, often leading to humorous interactions and a trail of wrappers. While the crew reacts with various degrees of exasperation and amusement to their sweet tooth, Luffy consistently shows a unique understanding and affection. This culminates in a dinner scene where Luffy, in his usual oblivious yet earnest manner, blurts out his long-held feelings, leading to a flustered but ultimately heartwarming confession under the stars, solidifying their bond with a sweetness surpassing any candy.

Warnings: implied romantic Interest/relationship, minor choking scene(kinda)

A/N: I really hope you like this!! It’s my first request so I hope it’s at least halfway decent!! Ty for requesting it though, I had no idea what to write:3 💗

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The scent of the open sea was usually enough to get anyone on the Thousand Sunny energized, but for you, it was often the tantalizing aroma of Sanji’s latest dessert creation wafting from the galley. The tantalizing aroma of Sanji’s latest dessert creation usually pulls you from the depths of any daze, far more effectively than the invigorating tang of the open sea. While the rest of your Nakama dreamed of grand adventures and glittering treasure, your own personal paradise was a landscape sculpted from mountains of chocolate, rivers of caramel, and islands made entirely of gummy bears. Being a Straw Hat meant facing terrifying adversaries and sailing into uncharted dangers, but it also promised a seemingly endless supply of sugary delights. Every new port was a victorious conquest in your ongoing quest for the ultimate sweet treat.

You were rarely seen without a lollipop stick dangling from your lips or a chocolate bar half-devoured in your hand, regardless of the time of day. Mealtimes were merely a brief interlude before the main event: dessert, followed by a continuous symphony of snacking. Your pockets served less as practical storage and more as a portable emergency sweet stash. A quick rummage often yielded a handful of sticky hard candies, a squished packet of gummies, or a slightly melted chocolate coin. These were treasures, rarely shared, guarded with a ferocity usually reserved for the One Piece itself.

The only downside to your confectionery passion was the trail of evidence you inevitably left behind. Empty wrappers, crumpled and clinging to invisible stickiness, would frequently spill from your pockets with any sudden movement. The deck of the Sunny, your bunk, even the crow's nest at times, silently bore witness to your sweet tooth escapades. Nami would sigh, Sanji would offer a good-natured scolding about cleanliness, but even they knew the sheer joy you found in your sugary indulgences.

For you, candy wasn't just food; it was pure, unadulterated bliss. The satisfying crunch of rock candy, the creamy melt of chocolate on your tongue, the delightful chewiness of taffy – each bite was a small slice of heaven. It was the vibrant explosion of fruit flavors, the comforting warmth of vanilla, the thrilling tang of sour delights. In a world of pirates and perilous adventures, candy was your constant, sugary anchor, a reminder that even amidst chaos, there was always something sweet to savor.

Your candy habits were definitely a hot topic among the Straw Hats, each with their own wonderfully unique perspective.

Sanji was perpetually torn between culinary despair and reluctant indulgence. "You're going to spoil your dinner!" he'd declare, hands on his hips, watching you unwrap a chocolate bar mere minutes before he served a gourmet meal. "How can you appreciate my cooking when your palate is already coated in sugar?!" Despite his incessant complaints, he'd often find himself baking an extra batch of cookies, muttering, "just in case you run out of your… emergency rations."

Nami, ever practical, focused on the aftermath. "Another wrapper!" she'd shriek, holding up a crumpled candy foil she'd found stuck to your shirt. "Do you have any idea how many of these I find scattered around? It's like living in a confectionery explosion!" Yet, beneath her frustration, she'd occasionally slip a small, expensive piece of chocolate into your hand, a rare treat she'd picked up just for you.

Chopper was a mix of scientific curiosity and genuine concern, often bordering on wide-eyed astonishment. "The amount of sugar you consume is... medically fascinating!" he'd exclaim, examining a pile of empty wrappers. "Your energy levels should be off the charts, but you're surprisingly stable! Can I... can I have that last gummy?" he'd occasionally ask, his large, hopeful eyes fixed on your stash.

Usopp often found your sweet tooth oddly inspiring. He'd occasionally try to invent "candy-powered gadgets" or "sugar-fueled projectiles," usually with disastrous and incredibly sticky results. He was also the first to attempt to barter a grand, exaggerated story for a piece of your candy, though you rarely fell for his schemes.

Zoro mostly ignored your habits, as long as they didn't interfere with his sacred naps or rigorous training. He'd sometimes eye your candy with a gruff indifference, but if you actually offered him one, he'd take it with a surprising lack of ceremony, probably just to make you stop talking.

Robin observed with quiet, knowing amusement. She found your childlike delight in sweets rather endearing. She'd occasionally share fascinating historical anecdotes about famous confectioneries or rare sugary treats from ancient civilizations, knowing you'd listen intently, captivated by her words.

Franky just thought it was SUPER! "That's how you stay so energetic, right, little sweet tooth?! A super dose of sugar to power up!" He'd even tried to integrate candy storage compartments into his own body, much to everyone's collective dismay.

But Luffy... Luffy's reaction was always the most special. He never scolded you, never complained about the mess, and never questioned your endless appetite for sweets. Instead, he simply understood. He'd watch you, his own eyes wide with a similar childlike wonder, as you savored each bite. He'd often try to sneak some of your candy, giggling mischievously when he succeeded, but he'd also be the first to share his own food with you, especially if it was something sweet. More than once, he'd just sit beside you, happily munching on whatever you offered, his presence a comforting warmth. He saw your love for candy as another part of who you were, another facet of the person he cherished. And sometimes, when you were both quiet, sharing a particularly delicious piece of candy under the vast sky, you'd catch him looking at you with a soft smile, a look that said, clear as day, that your sweet tooth was just one more thing he adored about you.

The familiar sizzle and fragrant steam drifting from the galley signaled that Sanji was hard at work. The rest of the Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, soaking in the lazy afternoon sun. You leaned against the railing, a half-melted cherry lollipop cool against your tongue. The sweet, tangy flavor was a small piece of perfect contentment, a tiny bead of sugary saliva glistening at the corner of your lips as you contentedly sucked on it.

Suddenly, a rubbery arm slung around your shoulders. "Shishishi! (Y/N)! Got any candy?" Luffy's grin was wide and infectious, his black eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You pulled the lollipop from your mouth, the sticky sweetness lingering. "Sorry, Luffy," you said kindly, tilting your head. "I'm almost out, and I wanted to save what's left for when we can restock at the next island."

Luffy's smile faltered, replaced by a comical pout. He whined, a drawn-out "Awwww, come ON, (Y/N)!" that made Zoro groan from his napping spot. He circled you, his hands reaching out and then retracting, clearly battling his desire for sweets against your polite refusal.

Then, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. In a flash, his hand darted forward, plucking the lollipop right out of your mouth. Before you could even register what was happening, the cherry candy was in his mouth. He then swiftly yoinked his beloved straw hat from his head and plopped it onto yours, the brim slightly obscuring your vision.

With the lollipop still firmly between his lips, Luffy leaned in, his gaze intense for a fleeting moment. His tongue flicked out, catching the remaining sugary sheen from the corner of your lips before he pulled back, a wide, utterly guileless smile plastered on his face. He made a happy little humming sound, the cherry lollipop now his prized possession. He seemed completely oblivious to the stunned silence that had fallen over the deck.

Your face exploded with heat. Your cheeks burned, and your heart hammered against your ribs. All you could do was stare, wide-eyed, at the back of Luffy's head as he bounced off to show his pilfered treat to Chopper. His straw hat felt suddenly heavy on your head. Around you, you could feel the weight of your crewmates' gazes – Sanji’s eyebrow twitching, Nami’s jaw slightly dropped, Usopp stifling a snicker, Robin’s lips curved in a knowing smile, Franky letting out a low "Suuuper… bold!", and even Zoro’s one visible eye seemed to have widened almost imperceptibly. The taste of cherry and something… else… lingered on your lip, and all you could manage was a deeply flustered blush.

The silence that followed Luffy's audacious move was thicker than the caramel you'd once spilled on the deck. It stretched, taut and expectant, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

Sanji, ever the romantic, was the first to snap out of his stupor. A faint plume of smoke curled from his cigarette, and his eye twitched. "Luffy, you idiotic rubber brain! What kind of move was that?!" he spluttered, torn between outrage at the lack of decorum and a grudging, unspoken admiration for Luffy's sheer audacity. He shot a quick, concerned glance your way, his usual protective instincts kicking in.

Nami finally found her voice, a mix of exasperation and disbelief. "Luffy! You can't just... do that!" She looked at you, then back at Luffy, then at the lollipop still in his mouth, shaking her head. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you!"

Usopp, who had been trying desperately to hold back his laughter, finally snorted, covering his mouth with a hand. His shoulders shook with suppressed mirth, occasionally punctuated by a high-pitched squeak. "He just... he really just did that!"

Chopper, surprisingly, was less flustered by the action itself and more by the implications for his candy. "Luffy, you stole her lollipop! Now she has less!" he cried, looking at your blushing face with a worried frown before turning his attention back to the pilfered treat in Luffy's mouth.

Zoro, who had been feigning a nap, slowly opened one eye. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he watched your flushed face. He let out a low chuckle, a rare sound. "He's got guts, I'll give him that."

Robin's eyes sparkled with knowing amusement, a faint smile gracing her lips. She simply watched, her usual calm demeanor unwavering, clearly enjoying the chaos unfolding before her. She understood Luffy's actions, perhaps better than anyone else on board.

Franky pumped a fist in the air, a booming laugh erupting from his chest. "SUPER! That's a super way to get your sugar, little brother!" He seemed utterly unconcerned with the social implications, focused purely on the 'efficiency' of Luffy's method.

As for you, the world seemed to have tilted on its axis. The straw hat felt impossibly heavy on your head, its familiar weight a strange anchor in the swirling daze that had overtaken you. The lingering ghost of cherry sweetness on your lip mingled with something else entirely – the faint taste of salt and the undeniable warmth of Luffy's skin. Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure the entire crew could hear it. You could feel every eye on you, every shared glance, every suppressed giggle.

Luffy, meanwhile, was completely oblivious. He was already bouncing towards the galley, eager to show Sanji his new acquisition. "Sanji! Look! (Y/N) gave me her lollipop!" he announced triumphantly, completely misinterpreting the situation.

You could only stand there, frozen, the heat in your cheeks spreading all the way to your ears. You reached up, hesitantly touching your still-tingling lip. Your mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. Luffy, your captain, your friend, had just… licked your lip. And then given you his hat. It was so utterly, perfectly Luffy, and yet, it had sent a jolt through you that was anything but innocent.

Your face still felt hot, even as you pulled Luffy's straw hat down, letting the brim hide your burning cheeks from the amused gazes of your crewmates. The coarse straw tickled your nose, and the faint scent of adventure and Luffy clung to it, making your stomach do a funny flip. You kept the hat pulled low for a good hour, pretending to be utterly engrossed in the waves or a particularly interesting cloud formation, anything to avoid eye contact.

An hour later, the irresistible aroma of Sanji’s cooking finally pulled everyone to the dinner table. Tonight, it was a succulent seafood stew, rich with herbs and brimming with fresh catches. As everyone settled down, digging in with gusto, you still felt a little self-conscious, occasionally peeking out from under the brim of the hat you were still wearing.

"So, (Y/N)-chan," Sanji began, a teasing glint in his eye as he served you a generous portion, "did you enjoy your… shared lollipop? I hope it didn't spoil your appetite for my magnificent stew."

You mumbled something unintelligible, pushing a piece of fish around your bowl with your spoon.

Nami snickered, nudging Usopp with her elbow. "She's still blushing, Sanji! Look!" she crowed, much to your chagrin. "Honestly, Luffy, you’re usually so focused on food, but you really outdid yourself today."

Luffy, meanwhile, was oblivious, happily slurping his stew. "Shishishi! It was really good, Nami! (Y/N)'s candy is the best!"

Chopper, ever the innocent, piped up, "But Luffy, you ate her lollipop, so it was your candy, technically, after you took it. And (Y/N)'s heart rate was really high!"

Usopp leaned across the table, whispering loudly to you, "So, was it a power-up, (Y/N)? Did you feel suddenly super-charged after the captain’s… transfer of sugar?" He made air quotes with his fingers, barely suppressing his laughter.

Zoro just grunted, taking a large swig of sake, but you could swear you saw a flicker of amusement in his eye as he watched the scene unfold. Robin merely smiled into her teacup, her eyes twinkling as she observed the crew’s antics. Even Franky let out a booming "SUPER SMOOTH MOVE, CAPTAIN!" before taking a massive bite of his stew.

You just wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Every comment, every knowing glance, just added fuel to the fire in your cheeks. You focused intensely on your stew, hoping that if you ate fast enough, they'd forget all about the lollipop incident. But somehow, with this crew, you knew that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.

You kept your head down, trying to become one with the stew, hoping the teasing would simply dissipate into the evening air. It was no use. The occasional snickers and knowing glances continued, each one a tiny pinprick on your already flaming cheeks.

Then, Luffy, bless his oblivious heart, suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making everyone jump. He swallowed a mouthful of stew with a satisfied gulp, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh! I know!" he declared, completely unaware of the fresh wave of mortification about to crash over you. "Next time, I'll actually kiss (Y/N)! They looked so cute when I took their candy!"

Utter Silence

The entire table went completely silent. Even Sanji, mid-chew, froze. Nami's spoon clattered into her bowl. Usopp choked on his food. Chopper gasped. Robin's gentle smile vanished, replaced by an expression of pure surprise. Zoro, who had just been about to take another swig of sake, lowered his cup slowly, his one visible eye wide. Franky simply stared, his jaw slack.

Your face, if it were even possible, turned a shade of crimson that Sanji's tomatoes couldn't hope to rival. The straw hat on your head suddenly felt like it weighed a ton, pressing down on the swirling chaos of your thoughts. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing desperately for the deck to open up and swallow you whole. Luffy, meanwhile, simply beamed, completely pleased with his brilliant revelation, reaching for another helping of stew.

You, mid-chew of a perfectly cooked piece of fish, promptly choked. A violent coughing fit wracked your body, doubling you over. Your face, already the color of a ripe strawberry, deepened to a shade of beet.

Concerned, Chopper immediately sprang to action. "Are you alright, (Y/N)?! Are you choking?! Franky, give them the Heimlich! Usopp, don't just stare!"

Luffy, however, remained utterly oblivious to the commotion he'd caused. He just tilted his head, watching your struggles with a slightly puzzled expression. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? You look weird!" He then continued, completely unprompted, "But yeah! I always wanted to kiss you! Ever since you showed me that candy stash on the first island we met, I knew you were going to be great! You're really fun, and you always smell like sweets, and you don't even complain when I sneak extra food sometimes." He paused, taking another large bite of stew, his eyes wide and earnest. "I knew I loved you back then!"

The coughing stopped, replaced by a stunned, strangled silence. Even Chopper, who had been about to administer a forceful pat on your back, froze, his tiny hoof hovering in the air. The expressions around the table morphed from concern to absolute disbelief, then to various shades of shock and amusement.

Sanji dropped his fork with a clatter. "Did he just...?"

Nami's jaw dropped so low it looked like it might hit the table. Her eyes darted from Luffy to you, then back to Luffy, a mixture of disbelief and utter exasperation on her face.

Usopp looked like his brain had just short-circuited. He pointed a trembling finger at Luffy. "He just... he just said...!"

Zoro, for the first time in a long time, actually spit out his sake. He stared at Luffy, then at your shell-shocked face, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across his lips.

Robin covered her mouth with a hand, but her shoulders shook with silent laughter. Her eyes, however, held a warmth that went beyond mere amusement, a touch of genuine delight.

Franky let out a low whistle. "SUUUPER... unexpected!"

You, meanwhile, were frozen, the straw hat still perched on your head, your eyes wide and fixed on Luffy. His declaration, so simple and guileless, hit you with the force of a tidal wave. All this time, you'd thought his attention was just... Luffy being Luffy. But "loved you since the beginning"? It was so him – blunt, honest, and completely unaware of the bomb he'd just dropped. Your blush, you were sure, was now permanent. The seafood stew suddenly tasted like cardboard.

Luffy, completely oblivious to the utter pandemonium he’d unleashed, simply continued to eat, humming happily. He occasionally glanced up, a puzzled frown on his face when he noticed the continued silence and the unmoving stares of his crewmates.

You, on the other hand, felt a strange mix of emotions. Embarrassment, yes, a tidal wave of it, but beneath that, a warmth began to spread through your chest. Loved you since the beginning? It was so incredibly Luffy—direct, honest, and utterly without filter. He hadn't meant to cause a scene; he'd just stated a truth as casually as he might ask for more meat.

Sanji was the first to recover, albeit slowly. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "Well," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, "that certainly explains a few things about the captain's... enthusiasm for your candy." He then looked at you, a soft, understanding smile replacing his usual exasperation. "Don't worry, (Y/N)-chan. He means well."

Nami, still wide-eyed, just started laughing again, a little hysterically this time. "Oh, Luffy," she managed between gasps, "you just... you just confess your undying love over dinner?!"

Usopp, who had recovered enough to speak, pointed at Luffy dramatically. "This is it! This is how the greatest love stories begin! With a stolen lollipop and an accidental confession!"

Chopper, ever the pragmatic one, looked at Luffy with a mixture of awe and confusion. "But Luffy, that's not how you're supposed to say things like that! You're supposed to be romantic!" He then looked at you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "(Y/N), are you still choked? Your face is still really red!"

Zoro, having finally swallowed his sake, just shook his head, a wry grin on his face. "Only our captain," he grumbled, taking another sip.

Robin's laughter subsided, but her eyes remained warm and gentle. She simply offered you a knowing, comforting smile. "It seems our captain's heart is as straightforward as his appetite, (Y/N)."

Franky, after a moment of stunned silence, slapped his knees. "SUUUPER BOLD! That's how a man expresses his feelings! No holding back!"

You finally managed to push the straw hat off your face, taking a shaky breath. Your heart was still thumping, but the initial shock was giving way to something else. Looking at Luffy, who was now bickering with Usopp about the best way to eat a fish bone, you saw no malice, no teasing, just pure, innocent affection. He genuinely meant every word. A small, genuine smile bloomed on your face, replacing the blush. It was ridiculous, embarrassing, and utterly, perfectly Luffy. And in that moment, surrounded by your loud, chaotic, and endlessly loving crew, you wouldn't have had it any other way. The taste of cherry, and something undeniably sweet and warm, lingered.

A few hours later, the moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the silent deck of the Thousand Sunny. The boisterous energy of dinner had long since settled into the gentle rhythm of the ship rocking on the waves. Most of the crew were either asleep or winding down in their quarters, leaving the deck peaceful and quiet. You found yourself drawn to the cool night air, sitting by the railing, gazing out at the endless expanse of the ocean. The earlier embarrassment had faded, replaced by a soft, thoughtful quiet.

A familiar shuffling sound broke the calm, and then a warm weight settled beside you. Luffy. He plopped down cross-legged, remarkably quiet for once, his eyes also fixed on the glittering water. For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, the only sounds the creak of the ship and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

He shifted, turning his head to look at you. In the dim moonlight, his eyes seemed even brighter, reflecting the stars above. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Hey."

"You okay?" he asked, his gaze unwavering. "You got really red at dinner." There was no teasing in his tone, just genuine, simple concern. He really was oblivious.

You chuckled, a quiet, almost shy sound. "Yeah, Luffy. I'm okay."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. Then, he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I really meant it, you know." He picked at a loose thread on his shorts. "About loving you." He looked up, his innocent eyes meeting yours directly. "Since the beginning. You're my Nakama, and you're... you're really great, (Y/N)."

The moonlight seemed to amplify the sincerity in his voice, and your heart gave another one of those familiar, happy thumps. There was no grand declaration, no passionate speech, just Luffy being Luffy, open and honest about the feelings that had resided in his big heart all along.

You swallowed, the sweetness of the lingering lollipop still a ghost on your tongue, now mingled with the overwhelming sweetness of his words. There was no artifice, no hidden meaning, just the raw, genuine heart of Monkey D. Luffy. It was exactly like him to blurt out a confession over dinner, and then repeat it under the silent stars, completely earnest.

You looked at him, truly looked at him. His straw hat was no longer on your head, but the feeling of it was still there, a comforting weight. He was gazing out at the sea again, seemingly content just to have said his piece. He wasn't demanding a response, wasn't expecting anything. He was just Luffy.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, a mix of awe and pure affection. The embarrassment from earlier had completely vanished, leaving only a profound sense of warmth. Your own heart, usually only truly stirred by the prospect of new sweets, now beat with a different kind of craving.

"Luffy," you began, your voice a little shaky, but clear in the quiet night.

He turned his head back to you, his eyes wide and curious.

You took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage. The salty air filled your lungs, and the vastness of the ocean seemed to hold your secret, waiting for it to be set free.

"I..." You paused, a small, shy smile finally breaking through. "I love you too, Luffy." The words, once thought impossible to say to someone so chaotic and grand, felt utterly right, like a missing piece of a puzzle clicking into place. "More than all the candy in the world."

His eyes widened further, and then a slow, impossibly wide grin spread across his face, even brighter than the moonlight. He let out a joyous "Shishishi!" and then, without another word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, surprisingly gentle hug. You buried your face in his shoulder, the scent of sea and adventure filling your senses, and knew, with a certainty sweeter than any candy, that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year ago

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okay i wanna see how aaron would react to reader being scared of a spider. like she sees a spider in the bathroom or something and screams and aaron runs in like “honey, what’s wrong?” and when he sees what made her scream he’s like “…y/n really? it’s smaller than your finger” or something like that !!

my hero

PLEASE that's so cute cw; fem!reader, spiders, established relationship, aaron being fluffy and lighthearted teasing <3

a shriek came from further within the apartment, followed by a desperate and distressed, "aaron!"

"honey?" abandoning his current task, aaron's feet carried him quickly down the hallway, rounding the corner towards the bathroom. the door was wide open, revealing you perched atop the closed toilet.

"what are you-" he entered, his first instinct being to look down at the ground.

"no, there."

you pointed frantically at the sink's countertop, or more specifically, the corner where the counter met the wall. there, was a small (while you'd insist otherwise) brown spider, with its legs scrambling as it attempted to climb up the smooth, slippery marble.

aaron's eyebrows quirked quizzically, before furrowing into a highly amused line. "a spider?"

"yes." you said as your gaze shot to him, eyes wide. like, hello? obviously?

a small laugh shook through aaron's chest, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes returned to your current houseguest. "and it was necessary for you to get on up-"

"just get it, aaron, please." there was a despaired strain in your voice, as if he didn't, you'd have no choice but to succumb to tears.

"i will sweetheart, don't worry." he pushed off the frame, ripping a small piece of toilet paper from the roll. with complete ease, and no hesitation, he smushed the spider, prompting a wince to come from you.

from both the spider, and simply him interacting with it.

"wait," as aaron moved closer to dispose, you sidestepped to the tub, standing on the edge. you reached out, grabbing onto his bicep to maintain your balance.

"it's dead, honey."

"and what if it jumps back to life?"

"then i'm sure it's first order of business will be to attack you." he quipped back, his tone playful.

as aaron reached down to open the toilet lid, you took that as an opportunity to clamber onto his back. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs around his waist, slipping down towards his thighs a bit without his usual, sturdy hold; you were going to stay as far away from that spider as you possibly could.

his strength didn't falter despite your unannounced action, dropping the deceased in and flushing. your cheek suddenly came flush to his, scooting your body up his back as much as you could manage, allowing you to watch it spiral down the drain.

once satisfied, and the toilet rumbling to a stop, you hopped off aaron's back, a bright smile forming on your face. "thank you." you cheesed, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. "my hero."

"you're as bad as jack. worse even." aaron teased as a smile formed on his face. he grabbed your hand to guide you from the bathroom, clicking the light off behind the two of you.

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soraphic · 5 months ago

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mean!remus lupin would take any excuse to fuck the attitude right out of you.

he would relish in the fact that the slytherin princess; descended from an extensive heritage of respect and noriety, one of the highest achieving students in his year — known specifically for giving Sirius Black a run for his money — and a temper so severe students cowered at the prospect of you turning a corner; was his obedient little slut behind closed doors.

he would love the way your sleek, dark hair cascaded over your shoulders like a shadowy cloak, the angular point of your features just visible under the dark shield of anonymity you kept — the same gorgeous hair he had wrapped tightly around his fist while you gagged eagerly on his cock in the odd broom closet or tucked away behind a bookcase when you just couldn't wait.

though his friends could never understand his amusement toward you; seeing that, in their eyes, you were the wickedest bitch they'd ever met; he would find a certain air of fun in the way you'd berate him in public, finding it all the more enticing when he'd drag your arse right back into line later.

"It's coulis. They don't have that where you're from?" you'd snap, your mossy eyes staring at him with certain animosity while your lips were pulled into a deep grimace of disgust.

while James & Sirius both scowled at you defensively, Remus would simply flick his spoon into the blood red mixture, aiming directly for the emerald green of your tie and showering the fabric in hot pink splotches; "'guess not."

you'd scoff at the action, petulantly trying to wipe the steady forming stain with the back of your hand— "It's like jam. It goes with cakes."

It had been the most conversation you'd ever allowed Remus to get out of you in a public setting, despite your visible display of faux detest for him, he excited himself at the prospect; and the way he would use it to taunt you after hours.

he adored the way you'd slip into his dorm room late into the night following the interaction, bodies working like clockwork as his slender fingers wrapped tightly around the back of your throat, forcing your head deeper into the pillow and delighting in the way your little ass perked up at him.

his silky voice would whisper cruel rhetorics into your ear, his sick words dripping with lust— "Not so gobby now are you,baby?"

he'd pull you roughly by the hair connecting to the base of your scalp, making you cry out as your back hit his chest; and he'd laugh meanly at the pathetic little noise you made— "Who's daddy's good girl,hm?" he'd punctuate with a particularly hard thrust, getting a good look at the way your face contorted with a mix of delicious pain and pleasure; the thrill of enjoying something you knew was forbidden.

and if at any point you'd refrain from answering, his short tempered self would be quick to fuck an answer out of you; "Answer me, doll. You like when daddy fucks you like this?"— and he'd only let up with a satisfied groan at the way you'd painfully wail a 'yes,remus!'; addressing him properly so that everyone within a mile radius of his dorm room knew exactly who you belonged to.

#i literally cannot stop thinking about mean!remus someone sedate me #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin imagine #moony #remus lupin x reader #mean!remus

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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for Sylus react to his shy gn s/o asking to kiss him on his forehead in hopes that it would bring him the same love & comfort they felt whenever they received it?

The first few times you tried to ask Sylus whether you could kiss his forehead, you had lost confidence the moment his crimson eyes locked on to yours, and all of a sudden your shoes and fighting hands had become the most interacting thing you’ve ever come across.

So you quit while you were ahead before you made a larger fool out of yourself, unfortunately for you but Sylus reached out and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from walking away from him as he gently pulled you in front of him.

‘What’s on your mind, kitten?’ He asks, raising your head to meet his gaze, keeping you there with his hand tucked under your chin to prevent you from looking away from him again. ‘Speak your mind, I encourage it.’ He adds as his thumb stroked your bottom lip upon noticing your look of apprehension, hoping to relief you of the stress upon your shoulders.

‘Can- can I kiss you on the forehead?’ You finally asked and while it felt great to get it off of your chest, you felt the need to not look at Sylus for his reaction but with his grip on your chin, you were effectively forced to see the glimmer of amusement within his soft crimson pools as a tender smile graced his plush lips.

‘That is what your heart desires? To kiss my forehead? Oh sweetheart you know you can kiss my forehead, there’s no need to ask.’ Sylus drawls as he lets go of your chin and gently prod a finger against to your forehead playfully. You shrugged as you fiddled with your sleeves out of habit. ‘Are you sure I can? I don’t want to force you or anything-‘

Sylus leaned forward until you were predictably mere inches from one another and your breath catches in your throat from the close proximity. ‘It’s not forced if I want you to.’ Sylus said softly as he reached his hands to touch your elbows, caressing them reassuringly as he brushes his nose against yours. ‘Whether or not you do it is up to you, go at your own pace, for I’m not going anywhere.’ He whispers, only ever wanting you to feel comfortable with him in any and every aspect, you were both equal in this relationship and he won’t have you thinking you’re anything less to him.

‘Okay.’ You muttered under your breath as you used this newfound confidence to grasp his face, stroke his cheeks softly and quickly plant a kiss upon his forehead, it was such a cute sight that Sylus couldn’t help but chuckle as he drew you to his chest. ‘I don’t believe that counts beloved, it should go something like this.’ He says as he kisses your forehead, making sure to let his kiss linger there for a second longer before pulling away to see your face fluster.

‘Try again if you like.’ He practically purrs as he watches you obsessively as you hold his face once more before kissing his forehead for a little while longer than the last. Satisfied with your affection, Sylus hums while closing his eyes as he focuses in on your lips against his forehead; he smiled softly as he drops his hands to your waist to keep you close in hopes you’d bless him with more of your affectionate kisses to his forehead.

Which you did contour to do the moment you got into a comfortable position upon his lap, prepping his forehead and face in a plethora of kisses that only proved to make Sylus melt within your touch.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace imagines #lads imagine #lads imagines #lads x reader #lads x you #lads x y/n #sylus x reader #sylus imagine #sylus x you #sylus x y/n #sylus imagines

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No, but reverse AU damian??

damian as a yandere

Dead dove do not eat!!!!

Warnings!; stock home syndrome, cnc, AGED UP DAMIAN!, cscnc, kidnapping, being held captive, chaining, p n v, fingering, voyeurism, drugging, being manipulative, blood. Pls comment if I missed anything(⁠^⁠^⁠), college au, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I REPEAT!!, somnophilia, dacryphilia, reader wasnt able to escape, happy ever after(?), damian being a stalker etc. long ahh fanfic, fem!reader, violence(duhh ) spanking, virginity taking, straitjacket and light bondage, sadist damian(?) on going!(Probly two more stories)

It was never meant to be this painful. You felt your head pounding against skull whilst everything around felt like a haze, a thin sweat covering your forehead with how hard your trying to regain some bit of clarity to whatever the hell is happening.

All you remembered was your classmate; Damian. You and him were supposed to be doing a project at his place, at first you're rather nervous to come in your rather casual attire since everything about him was pristine and opulent to a suffocating degree.

But thankfully enough it wasn't the wayne manor, rather another house. It wasn't a mansion but it was still more than enough than your college budget could afford; a two story house, it looked well kept yet its old fashioned american architecture could say otherwise, but it was nice like the well trimmed garden.

You had walked the gravel to his front patio, it crunching every step till you finally walked up the wooden steps to his door.

A soft breath is let out of you, before ringing the door bell. Waiting whilst you looked around, his neighbours were rather quiet, probably asleep at this time but the hour was an early evening... Brushing it off when he finally opened the door, he greeted with a curt nod and a slight smile before letting you in.

It was all fine, the project and power point went on well without him butting in and saying something was wrong with your analogy or what not when adding something into the presentations power point; he was oddly cooperative, a soft hum left your lips pleased seeing how his laptops lock screen was of his animals and dog(titus).

"I didnt know you had a cow." Musing when he came back with a chilled canned latte of coffee, he handed you one.

"thats titus, great dane." He said cooly, it was oddly endearing whilst you finally finished the power point.

"thanks, I never privy you for a dog person." Not helping to jab since he didnt look like a person who'd enjoy anything at all. Opening the can as its satisfying crackle sounded when opening the tab, drinking the stimulant concoction. At least he knew your sweet tooth.

"well I do like animals, not just dogs. I also have a cow."

That made you chuckle a bit lowly, trying not to spit out your own drink. It wasnt out of mockery but by how oddly sweet and out of character it is for him, or what you believed so.

"well you might as well make a whole farm with the collection of animals you have."

He smiled, at that. Not because it was some witty remark that amused him even if it did. It was the way that anesthetic worked wonders, and how easily you seem to ease in and pass out onto his floor.

Thats what is happening right now, he was carrying you somewhere. Your limp body being carried like it was the most precious thing on earth, he could smell your shampoo and perfume from how close you were whilst he carried you to your room.

Well not your actual room, but a room he built for you underground, where no one would even think to look. He was much more clever than to leave out any evidence that you were even in the house in the first place.

He knew you didnt have any roommates, he knew your hobbies, where you live, and multiple routes to that shabby apartment you lived in.

It angered him.

Not at you but at the things he could have done if he just acted sooner.

But he wanted to wait, to see if you were the one. He doesnt need to think twice anymore.

It felt like a dream when he layed you onto your new bed and room, how peaceful you looked when asleep. And how easy it was to strap that heavy metal chain on your ankle to prevent you from escaping, or even moving properly with how thick it was.

Damian wasnt an idiot.

He knew he shouldnt be in a very loud area filled with people and with his budget he practically could rent out the whole block of his neighbour hood if he wanted. Which he did.

No witnesses, only him driving to an unmarked place where not even his father or the other robins would go, somewhere far from the irky muck of gotham.

His hand gently caressed your unconscious face, sliding his knuckles against the softness of your skin, him crouching to get a better look at your face when he did so.

He couldnt leave you alone.

Well, not where he doesnt know where you are.

You were so gullible, he seemingly made it easy to look harmless and scrawny. A personality he created all for you .

Soft smiles here and there, his handsome face and rich background made it impossible for anyone to suspect.

Just like how easily he lied.

But it was all for you.

He wasnt going to let you go, not when you're already in his snare.

He sighed mentally scolding you for how easy you were to target, you werent air headed... Well sometimes you were, but it was always in the comfort of other people.

His hand glided over the appliances he bought for this room; the bed, the closet filled with the clothes he thought you'd like, soon going out of the room.

He made sure it was perfect.

He made sure you could never fight back. So he wouldnt have to hurt you.

That thought crossed his mind many times but he made sure. He needed you to be hopeless, it would be much easier to break you then, but time would just go by and then he'll finally have his answer.

When you finally woke up the first thing was to panic, the pink walls and the soft glow of the orange lamp beside you. Practically jumping out of the bed but when you stood nausea hit you like a truck, the bitter acidic taste on your tongue and throat before stumbling back down onto the bed.

Something heavy and cold weighing on your ankle.

"what the fuck." Muttering tugging on the chain, the door was closed and unlocked but by how long this chain is you could only walk around this stupid room and to the bathroom.

Your first instinct was to scream, and so you did. For thirty minutes straight before giving up, and so right now your trying to pry off the lamp stuck to that night stand which ALSO was stuck to the ground.

It was obvious who ever the hell kidnapped you thought it through and it made you so irritated and at the same time scared.

Because what could they possibly want from you? You were rich thats for sure so what do they want??

Hours seem to pass before the door opened, and you were shocked to see no one else but damian holding a tray of food.

Your shock soon turned into anger as you screamed, to why he kidnapped you and why the hell you were chained in this creepy kiddish room.

But he didnt answer. "Answer me you psycho!"

That made his jaw clenched before putting down the food tray onto the desk on the foot of the bed. "Please, calm down beloved—" he tried to assure, keeping his tone calm and level headed which obviously you didnt fucking buy.

"NO I WONT CALM DOWN! And stop calling me that you weirdo, let me out!"

He knew you'd act like this, like everyone else but he didnt budge. "You are never leaving this place alright? Whether you like it or not."

He announced leaving no room for argument before he left, you just sat there on your bed angry tears from the throbbing of your head and how powerless you felt. But there is one thing he could never do is let you give up, not when you had a life ahead.

You weren't stupid enough to throw the food away, and eating with caution since he last drugged you made you pass out and made you stuck here in the first place.

The desk seemed heavy and clean, made of some fancy wood you know. The food wasnt much to die for; just oatmeal and some fruit with water and half of a ham sandwich he probably bought from subway.

Begrudgingly eating as you wondered, even if your body felt like it was too weak to even stand without falling into the floor.

How long were you out for?

Days felt like years, realizing his pattern. Usually he comes whenever he thinks your asleep or occupied but you stubbornly keep ignoring him or beg to be let free. Even hitting and scratching more than once which he quickly shut down.

His punishments werent kind either, he would force you in a straitjacket to avoid you from moving, even letting you stay in there for days and only some minutes where he'd let you out just to go in the restroom.

But whenever you were in the straitjacket he'd let you roam outside the room, you realized how there was no windows or doors leading out meaning it must be an underground system where he is holding you in.

Lony eeri dim halls that seem to stretch and some open areas that were supposed to mimic a house or whatever he is trying. The vents were always too small and too high for you to crawl out off.

The loneliness hit you like a truck which seemingly was just the first month of you being kept here, some nights you'd just sob into your pillow or not eat as much as you did which he oddly was quick to notice.

Some foods you used to like no longer interested you which he also stopped buying, he could see the soft hope and light in your eyes grew to fade. Yet he never comments, he always speaks to you as if this was the most normal thing, he keeps giving nicknames that sometimes you didnt even understand. It made you cringe half the time "beloved" or "habibti" or some other arabic endearment.

You had started to draw as a hobby, to keep you from going insane with how your practically stuck here having to put up with his stupid rules and his stupid face. He only gave you oil pastels to avoid you from making a weapon to hurt him or yourself.

But he knew the best to do for you, right? He knew you were awake whenever you pretended to sleep, letting him hold your face if he wanted, to just stare at the only time you ever seem to be at peace.

It seemed as the weeks went by you caught yourself always looking at the doors, usually the places he'd enter. But there is no way your actually expecting him to come in, he kept coming back later than some days.

Its as if you were starting to actually miss him, but there is no way... He was the one who made you feel like a doll; meant to be looked at and touched and nothing more than that. And he sometimes stick your poor drawing onto the fridge like your child which infuriated you.

But there was one incident you never forgot, when you tried to gouge out his eye balls with your finger.

Now your bound and over his lap. In his dark gravely voice he spoke; "your counting all of these, and if you make one mistake were going through it ten fold."

His heavy hand then struck down, counting the first hit. "One–" managing to choke out as his leg caught your flailing legs as you, he knew you werent going to be let off easily and out of his own sick desire he is stretching this punishment to hold along more.

With every strike you seem to lose a part of your dignity and pride, 17. It was all he was going too count, but why that number? It felt like a terribly odd number and one you knew you'd loose yourself too.

Even after he finished, he noticed the slickness between your thighs. "Just as I thought, but dont fret.. Im sure you'd enjoy the next punishment." Your body was limp on his thigh, your legs slightly trembled when his rough hand gently squeezed your reddened rear. This was humiliating, its as if he really wanted to break you.

Now you were blind folded and finally in that straitjacket again as much as you dreaded, laid out in a surgical table as your feet and body were also bound as you cussed and yelled at him.

Soon a heavy slap came to your thigh from a belt, choking on your own breath as hot angry tears started to fall as you tried to do the latter— to convince him that you didnt want to be hurt; not when you couldnt see, it only terrified you even more.

"please- damian, I didnt mean too. I just wanna go home!" Pleading falling into deaf ears as another blow hit, right as your hip making you jump.

"No, I don't think its right. You tried to kill me, and now your going to face the consequences of your actions." He states, his eyes calculating and dark watching your half bear form as you squirmed, the slickness that shined between your thighs was enough to make him swallow his own desire.

The rough pads of his thumb finding your clit making you yelp, rough tight circles went into a slow pace but deliberate enough you'd choke in your own words. "Ng—! Wait damian please- stop–!"

It was great, how powerless you were, and those soft noises you made he wanted to hear more. He could see you clenching on nothing as you mockingly chuckled darkly whilst continuing his ministration.

A soft noise that sounded like a choked mewl let out from your throat as you plead to stop died down, your trembling body arching painfully as you still were crying, he was hoping it was out of pleasure than anything. "Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He continued to rub tight harsh circles on your clit, the slick dripping down to your inner thighs which he collected with his index before going in.

A soft gasp letting out from you. "You're drenched, and here this was supposed to be your punishment. Maybe I am being too lenient with you." He hissed with desire dripping from his tone, his hands soon exited out, the friction you wanted gone, a whimper coming out of you much to his sick amusement. "Dont worry, your such a fucking slut for seemingly enjoying this." But before you could say anything he shifted away.

"well I guess I should start, you arent leaving this room until its morning." He soon stuck a vibrator taped to your clit before he set it to the middle setting, to your already raw and spent clit, it was a harsh yet overstimulating feeling of pleasure and pain that ripped into you. "Mhph— damian–! Dami please!" You didnt even know what your asking for as your mind went blank, the sudden prod of his digits going into you as your legs strained under the bindings. "Too much!" You whined out as his fingers made a come here motion, your tightness squeezing his digits since your fingers were never that big as his. It made your head throw back at the cool metal beneath you whilst he hummed, satisfied with your reaction. Thats it, he wanted you to feel it, to feel him inside but he cant rush. Not yet...

He wanted to make your first time with him special.

He didnt comfort you, at the searing stretch that deliciously went in. Lewd squealing wet noises coming out from the slickness of your puffy pussy, clenching like it was trying to push him out before his movements grew bolder.

Every mewl whimper and whine he seemed to relish in, he was a bit happy you seemed to be taking pleasure in it. Or the way your body was responsive to him. It stroked his pride and ego, to how he could make you feel like this. It was a delight he couldn't help but enjoy, every noise you make, the way your walls clench around his fingers and he could see your toes curl whenever it hit that special spot inside you.

He could finally feel you.

He could feel how close you were, the way your body halted its tremor and seemingly trying to concentrate on how the tips of his fingers rammed into your cervix, a soft muffled whimper with your bottom lip being bitten as a strangled cry let out.

That was good, he thought watching you fall apart to his fingers alone. He ignored the throb of his own dick in his slacks, he didnt want to admit his desire not yet.

"poor girl, so pathetic and too horny to think of anything else." He coaxed softly, kissing your temple before withdrawing his fingers. The played with the sticky substance in his fingers before out of his own need he put his digits into his mouth. A groan of satisfaction letting out of his chest. "So fucking good." He cursed, eyes rolling back when he closed them, you tasted so sweet and tangy on his tongue, it felt like oozing caramel on his fingers. His tongue working licking and swallowing every bit of you, groaning at the taste. He finally got what he always dreamt of, every wet dream he got now here played out into the table, he could see how your limbs turned to jelly laying limply.

"so beautiful, as always.." he muttered lowly to himself, before you could even come down from your own high his plan did need to break you thoroughly.

Taking the vibrator off your twitching clit, he could see your nipples poking out in relief as you sighed, probably feeling tired. "Were not done yet." He said yet again.

"didnt I say were going to be stuck here all night?"

You couldnt even think properly as he shoved in that vibrator, and another egg shaped vibrator , and another till you practically were filled to the brim. A soft whimper letting out whenever he opened each single one of them.

He had all night, it was a weekend after all and maybe you didnt know that, a sick evil grin on that stupidly handsome face, a sick perversion he has been hiding for everyone except you. Since you were the enigma of it. The drive to what he has become now, or what he would like to say.

Time skip

Finally the alarm from his phone rang; finally it was the early morning 5;30, he sighed as he looked at his screen for a moment then back at your wet broken figure, when the last vibrator finally was at low battery, a strangled relieved mewl finally let out from you as he walked over.

He saw the mess you made, your juices dripping out of the table and your tired teary eyes looked glossy when he took off the blind fold from your eyes. "Are you still there?" He had the gall to ask, looking back at him dumbly when he started to unbuckle your straitjacket and the binds from your leg. Sex filled the air like an intoxicating fume, but it wasnt unpleasant, his own arousal as hazed as your vission.

Finally you were behaving, not fussing and no back talk or trying to claw his eyes. He carried you out of that room as he walked, your arms around him while he carried you to his bathroom where he had a bathtub that oddly fitted both of you. He already began to strip as the warm water filled when he opened the knobs, sitting on the toilet as you leaned back, exhausted and trembling, slick still sticky between your plush thighs.

He hummed softly whilst scrubbing your hair, he watched as your back slumped on his stomach. The scent of his shampoo on your head as he was rather quiet, you looked down at the waters whilst scrubbing your body with the wash cloth he gave.

"what made you call me beloved?"

Suddenly asking stunning him for a bit, its the first thing you asked after being so quiet for so long. "Nothing, I just found it befitting." He said before adding, explaining further why;

"its what my parents use to talk to each other, specifically my mother."

That was actually sort of cute, that he would copy his parents way of showing love, you wondered if its also because he kidnapped you.

"thats cute.." muttering whilst soon washing your face with the warm water.

Your body ached as he carried you out of there after drying you, uncharacteristically cooperative, he was wondering if your planning another escape. "Do you want to go out?"

He finally asked watching you put on deodorant that he'd bought(since he bought everything you used to mascara, soaps and even deodorant since maybe its because you liked not having anything different)

"really?" Finally after the many months of trying to make you happy, a glimmer shined in your eyes, glossy and something real.

"yeah."

"but only in the garden."

Ehh, thats close enough, to finally feel the sun on your skin again and see something other than steel and bleak colors. It made you finally smile softly.

Standing up off the bed as you walked following him, not caring if you didnt have shoes on since as long as you were out.

Both going to a tunnel he never let you out, walking a long path of stares exhausting you for a bit before opening the outside. An inside of an abandoned warehouse greeted you, old cars piled here and there but you didnt mind as you stared in awe finally seeing something different.

Following him to the outside, he opened the rusty old door slightly before exiting. It wasnt that much of an eye candy but there was over grown weeds and grass but none the less you were delighted, after putting on slipper you ran around the space of grass, sometimes crouching to pick up some flowers or weeds you found interesting, collecting them with your left hand.

He watched from a distance, leaning on the abandoned structure of the warehouse. He knew it was pointless to run away since you were no longer in gotham, he had it specifically located in the middle of nowhere yet there was still a way back to the city where he could go sometimes.

Finally you came back, messy even after you showered before carrying back the mess of weeds and flowers with you. "You arent getting that back in the house." He warned, begrudgingly having to give up the flowers and leaving them on the head of a car. "Fine, but Im taking this one."

Putting the small flower on your hand before walking back inside to the bunker like place he called 'home'

2 weeks later

For a few days you had been calm, unproblematic and surprisingly clingy to him. Well you craved human interaction and he was the only person you even get to see in real life, now you two were on the couch, watching a movie about something you didnt care as you were on top of him cuddling much to his delight that he didnt show.

"Im leaving for the city for a few weeks, and I cant visit you.." he finally broke the comfortable silence, his words slightly confusing you. Why is he leaving you here? Alone? Is he even sure about this? Maybe it was just your paranoia taking over. "Really? And why cant you visit me?"

Not helping to prod as he didnt look you in the eye when speaking. "Just work related things, the fridge has 5 months of food and meat. Make sure to eat the fruits before they rot, and you still have a good amount of chocolate too. But dont eat them all in one sitting."

Since the last time you got kitchen banned was because you ate a weeks whole of chocolate bars you really liked, besides the time you tried to stab him with a plastic knife(which obviously didnt work)

"Im not gonna eat it all in one sitting." Well that was an obvious lie, but whatever your mind wants to believe its fine..

You stared at him, is he serious? You dont know if you could handle not even being able to see or even contact him since there is nothing but a smart TV you didnt know how to use. Because he was rich and of course he had to do that—.

"promise to come straight back." Not helping to plead, but you tried to make it sound as demanding and as annoying as you could to hide your concern.

"I will beloved, I promise."

And the next day he left early in the morning, he didn't even wake you up, only a note stuck on the fridge with a strawberry magnet reading; 'dont eat all the chocolates'

Oh course he'd write that, a soft huff leaving your nose before continuing to read; 'and the other rooms are opened for you.'

The other room? Oh, yes you nearly forgot about that one since he was worried you'll keep rampaging and destroying things like that poor rice cooker.

The days went by and you had explored every nock and crack in the whole underground labyrinth of a house; there was a library, a gym, a sauna, and a locked metal door that reeked of rott you didn't open. If he was so calm about kidnapping you, killing and torture wouldnt be beneath him either.

You sighed sitting on his bed reading a book you took out of the library waiting for his return, this felt normal, and you miss him.

A whiff of his pillow as you nuzzled laying on the side, missing him already would feel like a shame. It made you seem needy but you'd never admit that to his face since it would only stroke his ego if you did tell...

Your eye lids grew heavy like the small bit of doubt in your stomach.

Is he coming home?

Its cold when you're the only one warming the bed, what an asshole.

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