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sweetestdesire · 1 day
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ON THE ROAD AGAIN
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WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.
PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Quinn Hughes leaving for road games is always hard.
Y/N absolutely loved that Quinn got to play in the NHL, that he was happy doing what he did best, that much was true. What she didn’t love, however, was when he left to go on roadies. She watched with sulky pouts and sullen expressions every time as he packed his bags for road games, huffing as he’d take that hoodie she liked instead of leaving it for her.
“I like that one.” She’d always say bitterly. It was a different hoodie every time, and Y/N knew that he knew she said that just to be whiny, but he never said as much, and a small part of her appreciated it.
“You like all of them.” He’d always say blankly, and then she’d sit and mourn that one hoodie she couldn’t have from him, even as he left her the rest of them at her disposal.
This time was no different. Quinn left the first day of winter, the frigid air kissing her skin as she shivered at the front door, standing with a pout on her face as he turned to her. "I’ll see you in two weeks, sweetheart." He said, an arm looping around her to give her a hug.
Y/N sniffled, and she felt silly. She felt like she must seem pathetic every time. It was two weeks, not two decades. But the bed was colder without Quinn to keep her warm in the harshness of winter nights, and breakfast was lonely without someone to listen to her babble away, and the TV was boring when she couldn’t share snacks and make fun of the poor choices of blandly written main characters. She was silly and a bit childish to cry like this every time, but she couldn’t help it. She was happy that Quinn got to play, but she just couldn’t ever get used when he was away.
Quinn lightly traced his fingers down her cheek, watching the way she leaned into his palm. This was the worst part about his job, the only part he hated: saying goodbye to her. Her eyes fluttered closed as he ran his thumb along her lower lip, his fingers trembling slightly. “Be good for me, okay?” He softly spoke.
“Always am.” Y/N wrapped her hand around his, bringing it to her lips. “I’ll miss you.” She croaked. “Don’t forget about me, okay? I’ll die."
"So dramatic.” Quinn playfully rolled his eyes, but his voice was soft and his hand rubbed those soothing circles into the small of her back, and she thought maybe she wasn’t so annoying if he treated her so softly, so gentle and sweet.
It was cold and dry, and the wind was harsh and Quinn should really get going if he wanted to make it to the airport on time, but Y/N was sniffling into his shoulder. Perhaps there were more pressing things to worry about for now.
"Are you gonna miss me, too?" Y/N asked, poking his shoulder a few times. “You will, right? You’ll be so lonely without me and super sad?"
"You’re too much.” Quinn grunted, but his grip tightened around her anyway as if to say, yes. As if to say, I’ll miss you every day, and I’ll keep missing you even when I’m back. "It’s two weeks, baby.” He reassured. “You’ll live."
"What if I die? Would you come back for my funeral even if you'd miss your game? You would, right? Don’t let them pick a bad picture of me.”
"I’ll pick the ugliest one I can find.” He grumbled, making her slap his shoulder with a gasp.
"I hope you get stuck sitting next to a crying baby on your flight.” Y/N sulked.
"I’m stuck with a crying baby at home, too.” He teasingly muttered. “What’s the difference?" She could almost feel him smile even if she couldn’t see it.
Quinn didn’t smile too often, that's what everyone else said, anyway. Y/N told them differently though, that he smiled often, that he was pretty and soft and innocent underneath the dim lights of their living room or the gentle rays of sun under the morning sheets. And it was always small, the way his lips stretch. It was barely noticeable and all too brief, but his muscles moved before his brain thought, and just a quick glance at her was enough to make his eyes soften and his mouth twitch.
Quinn tugged her back into his arms when she tried to leave his embrace. His body always ran warm, but he’s grown used to her touch, and he found he became cold without it. And come to think of it, his lips were a bit cold right now, he realized, and there was only one thing that could warm them up quick enough to his liking. Cupping her cheek, he leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet to make up for the sharpness he couldn’t help but always expel.
Quinn left her alone at home on the first day of winter, and he realized he fell in love with her a little more every season. He loved her through the gentle breeze of summer and the vibrant petals of spring. He saw pieces of her in the warm hues of autumn everywhere he went, and when winter came and the harsh chill settled under his bones, he realized it was her body he wanted against his to ease the ache of the brittle cold.
"You’re so rude." Y/N said, looking back up at him. His eyes were so soft, so tender. So full of adoration. There were too many words to say and no time to say them. None of them could help though, they both knew that. Saying goodbye was gut wrenching, no amount of soft words would heal the emptiness he’d leave behind. She stretched up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, trying to pretend that time wasn’t looming over her shoulder.
"I’ve gotta go, baby.” was all he said. "I’ll see you in two weeks?" And he always did that, always asked if he'd see her like he had to make sure she’d be here with warm arms and a soft smile and those kind eyes of hers that he didn’t deserve but couldn’t possibly forget.
"Yeah.” Y/N mumbled softly. “Yeah, I’ll see you in two weeks. Be safe, Quinn.” She mumbled against his shoulder.
This was the hard part. If she had to pick, the hardest part was where she let go. The part where her body screamed for the heated press of his as it pulled away. It was always easier for Quinn than it was for her, always simpler for him to reason it was only two weeks. He’d come back, he always did, and she didn’t think he'd ever stop. But it was the hardest part anyway, and she hated it. She wished, selfishly deep down, that it'd be just a bit hard for him, too.
"I’ll see you in two weeks.” Quinn repeated again, as if to reassure her. But this time, he still didn’t let go. He didn’t make a move to leave like usual, and it hit her all at once. She realized maybe it wasn’t just her he said it for, that maybe Quinn, underneath his blank stare and blunt words, didn’t think it was any easier than she did when he walked away.
Y/N nodded slowly. “Two weeks. Shouldn’t be too bad.” She whispered.
"No.” He said quietly. “You’ll live." And then his arms squeezed her tighter, and his breath exhaled slowly, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead that couldn’t be anything other than stalling. And suddenly, Y/N realized maybe it had never been as easy for him as she thought it had been.
"I’ll live.” Y/N agreed softly. “I’ll have to since I can't let someone get away with picking an ugly picture for my funeral."
Quinn chuckled at that. It was a sound he didn’t really make that often, but somehow, it was one that bled into every moment with her. Y/N turned her head and kissed his shoulder, squeezing around his waist and keeping him warm outside the door as the cold wind of winter grazed her skin.
"Don’t die.” Quinn said. “I’ll be back."
"I won't.” Y/N giggled. “Bye, Quinny. I love you, and I’ll see you in two weeks." She said, and this time, it was her lips that craved his warmth, to feel the heat that he radiated, the simple yet overwhelming passion he carried. She cupped his cheek much softer than he did, but she kissed him a lot rougher too, pressing her lips to his like it was the last she’d ever get of him.
"Yeah.” Quinn hummed. And finally, he pulled away. Her body was gone and so was her warmth, but he wasn’t cold and didn’t think he could be when his heart burned like that in his chest. “I love you, too.” He mumbled before he turned around and walked out the door. “And don't forget to watch me win."
To most people, Quinn Hughes seemed like he didn’t know anything about love, that he was just emotionally stunted and a little clueless to his own feelings. But the truth was, he knew more than anyone. He knew himself better than anyone did because for the longest time, that’s who he's been around for most of his day.
So Quinn knew pretty early on that he was in love with Y/N. The reality was that he fell in love first because when she accidentally leaves a few strands of hair in his sink, his first response isn't to roll his eyes, it's to chuckle. He knew she was special enough to get away with that because when she teased him about things, he got excited that she’s comfortable enough with him to mess around, not annoyed that she was poking fun at his expense.
At times, Quinn felt as though he needed Y/N more than she needed him, so he tried to give her more of him, even if there were days he felt like there was nothing left to give. He fell deeper and deeper for her, hopelessly plummeting into her arms and praying they were open for him to fall into. He didn’t want to feel the cold again after knowing the warmth of her embrace. But she always let him fall into her, wrapping her arms around him and entwining herself against his figure. He simply loved her because she’s diligently pieced the jagged shards of himself into something whole again.
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evansbby · 11 months
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cold winter nights with ✨him✨
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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“Rin,” you whine, perching your chin on his stomach, eyeing him despite the phone that blocks your view. He’s aimlessly scrolling, just like he always does before bed, and you’re keen on stopping him. Your stomach grumbles and you call his name again. “Rintarouu.”
Without looking, he plops a hand onto your head and tells you, “Sorry, it’s after business hours.”
“Rin,” you’re not above groveling as your voice dips into a whine again, “can we go get food?”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“So? That McDonald’s down the street is open. I already checked.”
Rintarou’s hand moves to start massaging your scalp, though he still refuses to look at you.
“And, when have you ever turned down late-night fries?”
His phone tilts to the right and his pretty face comes into view, faux annoyance crossing his features. “But I’m sleepy, and it’s cold out.”
Making a show of batting your lashes at him, you jut out your bottom lip. “Please, babe. It’ll be my treat. You don’t even have to order if you don’t want to.” You shuffle up his chest to invade more of his space. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything, huh?” He quirks a brow, putting his phone aside to pull you towards his chest. “I like the sound of that.”
“Rin,” you redirect, “the food. That’s priority number one.”
His lithe fingers curl around the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your lips meet. He pulls away after a few, sweet seconds, but not before nipping at your bottom lip. “Alright, fine. We’ll go.”
He pinches the plush of your warming cheek and grins. “But only because you beg so pretty.”
Rolling your eyes and pushing against his chest, you move to stand, pulling on his hand to force him to make good on his promise.
When you reach the front door, clad in his EJP hoodie that’s a size or two too big, Rintarou tugs the hood up onto your head and pulls on the strings, making it scrunch around your face. He ties them before bundling you up in his coat next.
Affection creeps into the corners of Rintarou’s gray eyes as he inspects your form. “C’mon stinky, let’s go. My baby’s gotta eat.”
Five minutes later, you’re standing in the lobby of McDonald’s, cheeks rosy from the cold and Rintarou’s fingers entangled with yours as he earnestly inspects the menu. When you’re up, he tugs you along towards the counter, and speaks before you even have the chance to open your mouth, ordering your usual and then his, making a point to slip his card into the machine.
“Hey,” you hiss once the order is placed, squeezing his hand in yours. “I said I’d pay.”
He stoops a bit to press a kiss to the crown of your head, right atop your hood. “Don’t you worry yer pretty lil’ head about it, okay? I wanted to.”
“But-”
A click of his tongue stops you in your tracks as he slings his arm around your shoulders. “Nuh uh. No buts.”
You sigh at his insistence, but nevertheless you tell him, “Thank you, Rin.”
Pleased, he hums, “Mhm.”
The food comes out moments later, and with his arm still resting on your shoulders, he guides you home. And as a winter chill nips at the tip of your nose, you snuggle closer to Rintarou’s side, excited to share a late-night snack with him.
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bramble-berries · 6 months
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it’s my wedding anniversary! and I’m stuck at work in the ER. Have some fluff!
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It was pretty fucked up that Eddie knew the emergency room well enough now that he didn’t need to ask for directions when the front desk lady told him Steve was in room 17.
When he got there, half a dozen people in scrubs were already clearing out of the room. Eddie’s eyes spotted blood on the floor and his stomach curdled.
“Are you Steven’s husband?”
Eddie’s eyes found a woman in scrubs stepping out of the room behind, he assumed, all the doctors. She had a kind expression.
“I’m his boyfriend?” he said, more than a little confused.
“Oh! The way he was talking I thought you were married!” she laughed. “You can come in. He’s been asking for you.”
Eddie shoved down a wave of misplaced guilt. He’d gotten here as fast as he could. “Thanks,” he said as he stepped into the room.
Steve was on the bed, a sheet covering everything but his bare left leg. There was blood on the sheets, too, and a white cast on his foot.
“He’s still loopy from the sedation, but he’ll be happy to see you. I’ll be back in a few minutes with some paperwork for you,” the nurse said before exiting briskly.
“Eddie?” Steve called. His voice was sleep-rough. One hand waved feebly.
Eddie smiled softly, taking that hand and crouching next to the bed so his face was close to Steve’s. “Hey baby,” he crooned.
Steve turned his head, grin dopey. “There you are. I saved you a seat,” he said nonsensically.
Eddie chuckled. “Thank you, baby. You’re always thinking of me, aren’t you?”
“‘Course.” Steve’s eyes were glassy, but they were busy moving across Eddie’s features, something like awe in his expression. “I’m sorry you had to leave work,” he said.
Eddie shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, baby boy. I’ll always be here when you need me, ok? Work can suck my left nut.”
Steve grinned. “Nah, that’s just for me. And the right nut. And your dick. And your nip-“
Eddie laughed, something warm unwinding in his chest that felt like relief, as he covered Steve’s mouth with the hand not holding his. “Oh my god, shut up. Why do you start talking about dick every time you have to get sedated.”
Eddie let up his hand so Steve could talk. “I do get sedated a lot. Like, a weird amount.”
“You’ve had a rough year, haven’t you baby. First you broke your wrist, then the kidney stones, then the appendix, now your ankle…”
“This is what I get for turning 32,” Steve said, rolling his head dramatically.
“You’re falling apart. It’s all downhill from here. Lucky you have this nubile young stud to take care of you in your old age,” Eddie teased.
“You’re 14 months older than me, jackass,” Steve said. He giggled, and Eddie could tell he was still feeling the effects of the pain medication. That was good. He needed them.
“And yet you’re the one wracking up the hospital bills. Four surgeries in one year. If you’re going for a record, babe, there’s better ways to do it.”
That made Steve giggle again. His cheeks were flushed and even in an ER bed spattered with blood, IV in his arm, giddy on morphine, he was still the most beautiful thing Eddie had ever seen. He still couldn’t believe sometimes he got to have him.
Steve rolled his head on his pillow and then met Eddie’s eyes again with a crooked smile. “Best year of my life.”
Eddie shook his head. “Because of all the drugs?”
Steve laughed. “No. Because I’ve had you.”
That made Eddie smile. “You are ridiculous.”
“But it works for me.”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Hey, Eddie,” Steve said, leaning in like he had a secret to tell. “I think I told the nurse you’re my husband.”
Eddie laughed. “Yea, she told me.”
Steve waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What do you think about that?”
Eddie blinked, his own eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Steven Marie Harrington, if this is your way of asking me to marry you-“
“What if I am?” Steve’s grin was dopey.
Eddie stared back at him for a few long seconds. Then he leaned back on his heels, trying to look nonchalant and fighting a grin he couldn’t stop. “Ask me again when you’re not high on morphine. And there better be a ring.” He tapped his fingers on the sheet, bouncing a little. “And no prenup! I want those millions, old man.”
Steve laughed, taking his hand back from Eddie and swiping a hand over his face. “Jesus christ, I’m high.”
Eddie had stood up, crossed his arms over his chest and bounced on his toes, feeling like he needed to run a few laps around the hospital, shout to everyone that Steve Harrington, a literal fucking angel come to earth, wanted to marry him.
Steve sighed and lifted his head weakly to look down at his casted foot. “Hey, Eddie,” he said again.
Eddie sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets. How could he be expected to carry on a conversation right now? He was gonna get married. He was gonna be a husband. Eddie Munson was going to be Eddie Harrington. “Yes, Steve?”
“You shoulda seen my foot. It was off to the side. There was bone sticking out and everything. I made Dustin get a picture.”
“Yea, you’re not allowed on the roof anymore.”
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Hey love!
Was wondering if you could write a poly!maurader x fem!reader fic where (boys being boys) they had a bet who could go longer without sex and about a week reader decided to tease them a lil bit where she would flirt or like bend over to pick up smtg.
Thanks for requesting lovely!
cw: mature themes
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
It’s so boy of them to discount you like this. Like, the bet had been funny at first, each of your boyfriends doing whatever they could to put the others in hot and heavy situations with you and each other, but after you and Sirius had gotten locked in a closet for the better part of an afternoon, they’d decided to take things down a notch. And as far as you’re concerned, that was when the fun part came to an end. 
The thing is, they’re guys. While they’re having their little stint of celibacy, they can at least still get themselves off. Multiple times a day, if they feel like it. It’s not that easy for you. So for you to not even have been involved in the bet, and yet be the one feeling its consequences most acutely…well, it’s beginning to grate on your nerves.
So you decide to make it fun again. 
“Oh, shit.” You say, getting James’ attention from where he’s going through the closet, trying to find a pair of pants to wear. “I dropped my wand under the bed.” 
He moves towards you. “I’ll get it for you, lovie.” 
“No, no, that’s alright.” You say, getting down on your hands and knees. “I’ve got it.” 
James falls silent as you arch your back under the pretense of reaching under the bed, letting your short skirt slip up to show the pretty, barely-there panties you’d picked out this morning. You linger for a bit longer than necessary, letting James take in the view from where he stands across from the bed. 
“Got it.” You emerge with the wand, sitting back on your legs and turning to James with a smile. 
His mouth is slightly open. He blinks, eyes dazed and pupils blown behind his lenses. “That’s, uh…” He blinks a few more times, faster. “That’s great, sweetheart. Glad you found it.” 
♡ ♡ ♡
“Gods.” Sirius nearly chokes when he sees you in the kitchen. “You’re looking nice today, angel.” 
You almost roll your eyes. You’re only wearing a tank top and underwear, but apparently that’s all it takes when your boyfriend’s been so long without any of you. Instead, you plaster on a coy smile.
“Thanks,” you say, as though you hadn’t noticed. “You look nice, too.” 
Sirius is making eyes at you as he leans his elbows on the counter. Like you’re the one who needs to worry. “Whatcha making, sweet thing?”
“Chocolate mousse. I’m just working on melting the chocolate right now.” You dip your forefinger into the warm, gooey liquid, bringing it to your mouth and sucking the chocolate off. You keep your eyes on Sirius’, so you can see the exact moment when his darken. “Mmm, want to try?” 
Sirius swallows. “Huh?”
You don’t bother looking innocuous, letting your eyes go droopy and suggestive in the way you know how. “I said, do you want some?” 
He’s silent for so long you think he might ask you to repeat yourself again, but then he clears his throat and stammers, “Uh, no—no thanks, doll. I’m good.” 
You pout. “It’s really good, though. Here, have a taste.” You cross the few steps between you and kiss him. 
Sirius takes a second to kiss you back, but when he does it’s so wanting that you don’t even have to be sneaky about winding one of your hands into his hair while using the other to bring his to your ass. He squeezes, and you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips into his just slightly. 
Sirius gasps, breaking away. He takes one step back, then another, putting distance between you as he tries to blink the glaze from his eyes. “Minx,” he whispers accusingly, and flees the kitchen. 
♡ ♡ ♡
“Thanks, baby.” You bat your eyelashes up at Remus as he brings you a glass of water from the kitchen. 
He lets out a low chuckle. “I know what you’re doing.” 
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you hum. 
Remus gives you a deadpan look, but there’s a glint of amusement in his amber eyes. “Earlier this morning, I went into our bedroom to find James, pantsless, with a hard-on.” It takes every ounce of control you have not to grin, but Remus quirks a brow like you have anyway. “And then a little while ago, Sirius came running out of the kitchen like something was chasing him, and he could barely speak. You didn’t have anything to do with that, dovey?” 
You let your eyes go wide and innocent as you shake your head. “Maybe they’re just getting sick of your competition.” 
“Mm, unlikely,” Remus hums, and his surety of his own willpower only worsens your determination to make him falter. “But if that’s the story you want to stick with, that’s fine.” 
You frown at him, the glass of water slippery with condensation in your palm. “Well, I—oh, damn!” you tip the glass of water into Remus’ lap, soaking his pants. He freezes, gasping at the cold. “I’m so sorry, honey. Here, let me help.” Luckily for you, you’d (completely coincidentally, of course) left a tea towel nearby earlier. You take it, blotting at Remus’ crotch with touches that start urgent but become lingering as you go on. After a minute, there’s really nothing left to sop up, and Remus hands are laid flat on the couch, every inch of him tense as you dab at his bulge with slow, tantalizing touches. 
When he speaks, his voice is low, gravelly. “You’re a lot more conniving than we give you credit for, you know that?”
You let your lips curl into a smile, leaving your hand to rest on his crotch. “I know.” 
Remus tips his head back, letting his eyes slip closed as he takes a slow, deep breath. “Fuck it.” 
You blink. “Huh?”
In the next second, Remus is gripping your hips and hoisting you up against him, your chest pressed to his. You inhale sharply as he stands, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he’s kissing at your throat, master of multitasking while he carries you into the bedroom. 
He nips at your jaw, and you giggle deliriously. “I won?” you ask, hardly believing it. Of all your boyfriends, you thought Remus had the least chance of breaking down before the others. 
His chuckle reverberates through you, and warmth flares in your core in response. “Sure you did, sweetheart. Though I think by the time we’re done here, who exactly won will be a bit more debatable.”
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freedomfireflies · 2 months
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The One Where 404 Harry Gets Jealous:
Harry is mad.
No, Harry is past mad. He’s furious. Irate. Enraged and incensed and staring a hole right through Levi’s head.
You work to bite back your smug smile as you nod along to your date's story. And you pretend to be fascinated, even though you’re more fascinated by the furious man a few feet away. 
He’s been watching you since the moment you and Levi walked through the door. And he’s been fighting his own urge to come over and interrupt, that much you’re sure of. But he doesn’t have any right. And he knows it.
And you can’t help but make things just a bit harder for him. You grin brightly at Levi’s comments. You laugh loudly at his attempts at jokes. You touch his arm and lean into him as you listen to the live band.
And it’s driving Harry up the wall.
He’s moments away from snapping. Subtly but angrily scooting closer with every passing minute. And you don’t need him to snap. Or cause a scene. But if he’s gonna act like a big fucking baby just because you’re on a date, well…
“Which was fine,” Levi is saying. “I didn’t really care for it anyway, but…I sent it back and we’ll see if they can do better this next time.”
“Sure, sure,” you agree half-heartedly, eyes drifting toward the tall, surly man in glasses now somehow even closer than before. “And, uh…you said you were hoping to stick around for a while before heading back east?”
“Yeah, that’s my plan,” he says. He points to the stage. “I like these guys. They’re good. It’s so funny, I’ve never really thought about—”
“What the fuck is this?”
You and Levi both turn as an unexpected voice loudly intrudes on your conversation.
You find Harry, unsurprisingly, looming over you as he glares down at your poor date.
“Uh, this…is Levi,” you introduce slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress another smirk. “And this is also none of your business.”
Harry frowns. “Bullshit. You said you weren’t going out tonight.”
“No, I said I couldn’t go out tonight,” you correct. “Because I already had plans. With Levi.”
Levi blinks.
Harry snorts. “Right. And how the fuck did you even meet this Levi in the first place?”
“Okay, well, one...you don’t have to talk about him like he’s not here,” you scold. “Don’t be rude—”
“I’m not being rude. You’re being rude.”
“I—” You huff. “How am I being rude when you’re interrupting my date?”
“Because this isn’t a fucking date and you know it.”
You cross your arms. Stubborn. “And how would you know what a date looks like? Much less a date with me?”
“Because you’ve spent half the fucking night staring at me,” he says smugly and you feel your skin warm. “So, I’ll ask you again. What the fuck is this?”
You turn to Levi—poor, innocent Levi—and offer a sheepish smile. “I’m…so sorry. I just need to work this out with him for one second—”
“No, don’t worry about it,” he says kindly and you’ve never felt worse. “I get it. I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Thank you, really,” you sigh and he nods before disappearing into the bar. And once he’s gone, you turn back to the outrageously annoying man in question. “Okay, seriously, you need to leave.”
“Why?” Harry crosses his arms now, too, and nudges his glasses back up. “You don’t actually wanna be alone with him.”
“Says who? You?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t know what I want. Because I want nothing more than to be alone with him. In fact, I want to be anywhere you aren’t.”
“Bullshit, Princess. You knew I was gonna be here so you brought him just to piss me off.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Cause you’re fucking annoying.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“And what would bringing him here accomplish, huh? It’s not like you’re jealous or anything, right?”
He leans back and you’ve got him. “Oh, real fucking mature, Tink. Very nice.”
“What? You’re not,” you argue, shrugging one shoulder up. “Why would you be? We’re not exclusive or anything. I mean, maybe if we were, I wouldn’t have to go home with him tonight, but…good thing we’re not.”
He scowls at you. “So that’s why you brought him here? Cause you wanted to play your little fucking game and try to make me jealous?”
“Of course not. That would never work.”
He snorts and looks away and you finally grin.
“Anyway, you should let me get back to it,” you say, beginning to slip past him. “But this was fun—”
He grabs your arm and yanks you back to your spot. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Back to my date,” you repeat pointedly, slipping his fingers from your skin. “Do you mind?”
“Yes.” He dips down and he doesn’t let you go. “I don’t like games. And I don’t like tricks. You don’t get to fucking play me just cause you’re bored.”
“I’m not bored, I’m single,” you retort. “And I have every right to date him if I want—”
“No.”
You blink. “No?”
“No.” He holds you tighter and he’s resolute in the way he speaks. “I don’t want you going out with him.”
“Yeah? And why do you think I care what you want?”
“Because I know you,” he says calmly, and you can hear the devious undertone even beneath the loud music in the bar. “You brought him here because you don’t want to fuck him. You don’t want to waste your time on a man that talks about the fucking stock market and how much he spent at Erewhon. And you wanted me…to remind you of that.”
He’s right. You know he’s right. He knows he’s right. But you’ll be damned if you ever admit it. 
“The only thing you remind me of is disappointment,” you huff. You take your arm back. “Levi is everything you can never be. And maybe it’s time you realize that.”
You attempt to brush past him again but he stops you once more. He tugs you into his body until your chest is brought to his and everything grows quiet inside your head. Your only focus is him, and his mouth, and his familiar smell, and the way he holds you in his arms.
He’s leering at you—pissed beyond belief—and yet you feel so incredibly warm and safe. Pleased.
“Do not go back to him,” he says and a chill rushes down your spine.
“What?”
“Don’t go back to him,” he says again and you want to smile. “Because you aren’t leaving with him. You’re leaving with me. And tomorrow, you aren’t gonna fucking call him and apologize and set up the next date. You’re gonna lose his fucking number. Is that understood?”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re really fucking annoying—”
He yanks you closer until you can almost taste the lips hovering near yours. “I said, is that fucking understood, Princess?”
You’ve never felt this kind of need before. This kind of yearning for another person and this kind of pain radiating between your thighs. But you’re desperate to fix it—desperate to ride this wave of his anger until it washes you both away. 
"Why?" you whisper and you want to kiss him. God, you want to kiss him, but you resist.
"Because," he says. He breathes you in and then he reaches up to brush his thumb along your lip. "Because how can I let you leave when I know you'll be so unsatisfied?"
Your insides feel like they've been set on fire.
"How can I go home when I know he won't take care of you the way I do?" He brushes his nose against yours. "How can I let my pretty, little Tinkerbell spend the night faking her orgasms when I know how perfect she cums when she cums for me?"
Fuck.
"You can hate me all you want," he murmurs. "But I'm good to you. And you fucking know it."
You can't seem to find a response. Can't seem to make your feet work or your lungs work or any part of your brain actually work.
Instead, you simply exhale, "Okay."
And he smiles.
“Good girl,” he mumbles. He leans back and takes his kiss way. "Then let's go."
He leads you out of the bar and toward his bike in the parking lot and you go without question. He hands you the extra helmet—which he also has to help you put on—then pulls you onto the back and secures your arms around his middle. Just like last time.
“Where are we going?” you yell as the engine comes to life.
There’s something cunning in his eye. “Figured it was about time I took you home.”
“Oh…well, my apartment’s all the way on the other side of town,” you tell him. “It’s kind of a long drive.”
He shakes his head. “Not your home,” he says and your heart instantly lodges in your throat.
Shit, shit, shit.
He smiles. “I want to take you to my home.”
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xxblairexxss · 7 months
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Ashamed
Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader
Theme : Angst, fluff
Word count : 6.7k
You had been feeling under the weather these past few days and had to reject Charles’ offer to go out, let it be for any parties or events without knowing he was secretly feeling disconsolate from the act, oblivious to it, until you saw pictures of him with a girl the next day. Was this his act of defiance of you?
Warnings ; the personalities were heavily inflicted from the reader’s ‘sickness’, cursings, incorrect medication term, incorrect medical terminology
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Charles put away his phone and strode, leaving the room as he heard the sound of a pin number being typed in and the lock gave away the soft ring, indicating the door was unlocked. He didn’t need to wait for the ring. He had been waiting for his girlfriend to come back. His gut feeling was saying that something was wrong when you texted him earlier that you weren’t feeling very well. He didn’t get to pick you up from the office because he had other things scheduled to do, and you, being the most understanding girl he had ever met, assured him that it was all fine because your girl friend, Lia would be picking you up.
"Hey, are you alright?" That was the only thing that came out of his mouth, despite knowing what the answer was from your pale face.
You only managed to shake your head before crashing your body into his embrace, soaking in every inch of comfort he could give. He wasn’t home for two days, having to be in Maranello for work stuff, so you were on your own, living life until your body felt different when you woke up this morning. The thermometer didn’t indicate any fever, so you thought it would get better in a few hours.
But it didn’t. You had to lay your head down on the table, your eyes squeezed shut, hoping the headache would calm down after taking the pill, but it wasn’t working. Those hours being at the office felt like a torture; you couldn’t wait to go home, wrapped yourself up in a cosy blanket, to see your favourite face knowing he would be back in a few hours.
You were actually surprised to see him, as he was supposed to be back by midnight, but you had no energy left to convey the emotions.
"Baby?" Charles called out again after getting no replies.
"My head feels so heavy." You mumbled, feeling like you could fall asleep standing up while listening to the thump of his heartbeat against your ear with both of his arms wrapped around your body.
"Have you eaten? Do you want to eat something?" He asked again, this time with his eyes on yours as he broke the hug.
"No. I just want to lay down.." 
"Okay." Seeing as if you could lose consciousness any second, he quickly took your stuff from your hands, placing it on the couch before picking you up and going straight to the bedroom where his phone was left, still on and replaying the same video that he was watching earlier over and over. "Y/N, I’m going to help you take off your makeup first, alright?" He stopped you from lying down on the bed and made a quick run to get your makeup remover from the dressing table. He had seen you do it before, and he had also helped you take off your makeup whenever you got drunk from your girls’ night out. It was no difference this time.
"Baby, stay with me. I promise I’ll be quick." He assured you, one hand on your cheek to stop your head from dipping down, and quickly, yet gently, moved the makeup remover wipes across your face. He saw your flushed cheeks and pale lips when he removed all sorts of colour from the makeup, which made him even more worried. "Stay awake, baby. I’ll get your change of clothes." He left the wardrobe room after leaving a kiss on your hairline. Your body was warm.
"Thank you." You muttered as he helped you lay down after changing into pyjamas, which finally felt like you could properly breathe.
"Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything? I could try and cook something simple." He had eaten his dinner with Joris before making his way home earlier, but if you said you were hungry, he would get something done right this second, but you kept telling him no, assuring him that you only wanted him to stay with you until you fell asleep. So be obeyed.
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"Y/N? Where—what are you doing?" Your feet stopped moving further away, your hand still on the knob. You thought that when you fell asleep earlier, you would have woken up feeling better. You did feel better, but your stomach didn’t. You were famished. You didn’t realise you didn’t eat anything yesterday. Charles was sleeping peacefully, facing you with his hand on your waist, and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up, knowing he needed the rest as much as you did.
Your plan to get something to eat without waking him up failed even before you got to step outside the room. "I’ll be right back. Go back to sleep, honey." You gave a smile, though he wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark, before taking another step, but he stopped you again.
"Baby, where are you going? Do you need anything?"
"I’m going to get something to eat." You mumbled, and he frowned. His one leg was already off the bed.
"What?"
"I’m hungry.." The grip on the door knob went loose as you played with your fingers and eyes away when he started approaching you.
"Why didn’t you wake me up, love?"
"I don’t want to trouble you. Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll be quiet." You pushed his middle, convincing him, but he stood there and didn’t budge an inch.
"Then let’s get you something to eat." Your hand in his middle was grabbed as he left a peck on your palm before pushing you to walk ahead of him.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked, peeking behind your hand as you checked through the rows of chocolates in the fridge. "Chocolates?" 
"I need something savoury." You mumbled, and he trailed behind as you moved to the drawers. "Ah, this!" 
Charles’ frowned when you picked out a pick-coloured instant noodle out of the drawer that was fully stacked with your favourite food, one that was too spicy for him.
"At this hour?!" 
"Yes!" You squealed, controlling your excitement that was gone as soon as you looked at him.
"Baby, I don’t think you should eat that right now." He pressed his lips, looking away from seeing your eyes. When he touched you earlier, your body was still warm, but it wasn’t as bad as it was hours ago. Judging from your face, it seemed to him that your headache was gone too, without having to ask you how you felt.
"Please! Just for tonight!" You pleaded.
"Alright, fine. But no more instant food for this week." His yawn that he had been holding in slipped through at the end of his sentence.
"Go back to sleep, honey. You're going to fall asleep standing at this point. I can cook these noodles myself." You patted the cheeks, chuckling. You felt bad for waking him up, but he kept on turning a deaf ear to your words.
"It’s okay. I’m keeping you accompanied." He moved closer, making you face the boiling water on the induction, so he could hug you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder. "If I fall asleep, you can keep me standing straight."
"Do you want some?" You poured in the powder that came along with the noodles after you drained the water.
"I’m okay, baby. Thank you for asking." He buried his face on the side of your neck, which made you giggle as the hot breath tickled on your skin. "Oh, but I do want the seaweed. Do you still have it?"
"Yeah! It’s up there, I think."
"I’ll wait for you on the couch." He leaned in to kiss your cheek while ambling in front of the television, with the seaweed snack in hand.
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"Charles! Have you broken up with the girl?" Louis came, hand slapping on the driver’s shoulder as he took a seat by his side. He had been seeing Charles on his own for the past two events.
"What? No! Never, dude. She’s not feeling well." Charles let out a chuckle at the idea. He had been with you his whole life. There was no way he could ever let you go.
"What’s the point of having a girl when she can’t keep you company?" Louis replied, which sounded like a sneer to the driver. "Right? Isn’t it her job to attend the events with you?"
"No." Charles laughed and tried to shrug off the topic that gradually turned heavy. "She has her own job, Louis. I don’t choose her to be my partner just for a plus one, you know. And I don’t really mind it. Events lasted only for 2–3 hours; I spent the rest of the remaining hours with her."
Louis remained quiet. He never liked you because it felt like his friend right here wasn’t able to do what he actually wanted, just because Charles was too head over heels for you.
You had been with Charles even before his lifestyle became more lavish. Charles always asked for your permission before he did anything, though you always told him it wasn’t necessary.
"Just because I earn more than you, just because you feel yourself lower than me, doesn’t mean I should ignore your rights and title as my girlfriend."
Is what he has been saying all this time. You were grateful for him, of course, but you couldn’t ignore the scowl from his friend, Louis, at times.
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Your sickness came and went. Sometimes you wake up feeling horrible, but it went away in a few hours. Sometimes it lasted for the whole day. One thing was for sure; you have been feeling drained these days. You had no problem coming home from work to do extra housechores before, but these days, you could barely lift a finger. Even sitting at the office felt like you had depleted all of your energy.
"Y/N." Charles called out, still in the same outfit he wore when he left this morning.
"Yeah..?" You slowly rubbed on your eyes, pushing your hand against the bedsheet to muster up all the strength to sit up.
"Y/N, you promised me you would clean the kitchen. Why can’t you at least clear out the used pots and plates?" You heard him sighed.
"I’m sorry. I was so tired." You mumbled, like a kid who just got told off by the mother.
"It’s not like you have to go to work! It’s the weekend." Charles’ voice went a little higher, clearly frustrated. "You were doing fine this morning."
"I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry." You inched closer to where he was sitting on the bed and grasped his arm. "I’ll get it done right away. Please don’t be mad."
"I’m not mad. I’m just—" He took a breath and drew your head closer to his chest. "I’m so sorry for shouting at you."
"It’s alright. I’ll get it done right now." You get off the bed, still in your blue checkered pyjamas. Your limbs were still sore, though you had been doing nothing other than laying down for the whole day.
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Week passed, Charles had another event tonight, and you promised to attend the event with him this time, considering the fact he had been left to go alone for the past 2 weeks and people started assuming he was single. No, you weren’t going because you wanted to claim he was still yours, but it had been a while since the last time you dressed up, looking pretty in a dress with your hair all curled and styled. You barely wore any makeup to the office now, ever since you hadn’t been feeling well.
The nausea came and hit again as you were going through the rows of clothes. Your feet were fast enough to drag your aching limb to the toilet. Charles headed out to pick up his suit earlier, and he was looking excited when you told him you would be coming with him.
But it seemed like you had to break the promise again. You were so sleepy, your headache came back again. Standing up was so agonising that you were left sitting on the bathroom’s floor for the longest time ever before pushing yourself to lay down on the bed.
"Y/N, you should get ready. We shouldn’t be late." Charles muttered, a little pissed off at the fact that you chose to go to sleep instead of getting ready.
Y/N," Charles called out, more stern this time.
"Charles, I don’t think I can go tonight."
"There you go again. What the fuck is your problem, Y/N? I swear to God, it felt like you were doing this on purpose." The phone in his hand was slammed on the bed, making you flinch. "Do you have any problems that you don’t want to tell me? Is this all an act?"
"What—what do you mean? I’m really not feeling well. My whole body aches." Your brows knitted together, and the drowsiness was gone a little from being accused of such nonsense by your own boyfriend. The boyfriend who had been with you for more than 5 years
"Yeah, right. It’s just the same fucking thing. You woke up feeling all fine, making these promises here and there, and then all of a sudden, oh, I’m sick. Bullshit." You caught him scowling at you as he took his stuff and slammed the bedroom door on his way out.
You wanted to argue with him; you wanted to defend yourself, telling him he was wrong, but you were so sleepy, and it didn’t take long enough for you to fall back to your dreamland, forgetting those hurtful comments thrown at you for a little while.
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"What is it this time? Your sick girlfriend finally  died?" Louis came, laughing after seeing his friend, still alone but this time with no smile on his face.
Charles didn’t say anything. He knew Louis wasn’t really fond of his girlfriend despite years of being together, but he had too much on his mind right now to say anything.
"She’s still sick? What kind of sickness does she have?" Louise laughed in a mocking way.
The driver remained quiet.
"You really came just to show that sullen face around here?" Louis squeezed Charles’ shoulder a little harder as he looked around. "I can introduce you to someone. She came alone." 
"Eryn!" 
Charles looked up, looking at the area where his friend was focusing.
"This is Eryn. Eryn, Charles. Pretty sure you know who he is." Louise winked at her, and she grinned, knowing very well what that look meant. "He came alone, so he needed someone to talk with. You can be his companion." Eryn took over Louise’s spot as he left with a smirk on his face.
Charles remained quiet, not replying to any of the woman’s questions. He wasn’t actually there. His head was replaying every word he said earlier, rewinding the scene just to take a good look at your pale face, and every time his head put the clip back to rewind, his heart was slowly wrapped in penitence. 
Why did you do that to her, Charles?
His skin felt cold when he felt the woman’s lips land on his cheek, which made him jump right away. "What the fuck?"
"You seemed to be so far away, so I’m trying to pull you back on your senses."I’m sorry!" She whined, her hand trying to grab his, but he moved away, his face looking completely vexed.
"Don’t touch me. I have a girlfriend." He stood up, teeth clenched from trying to hold his anger.
"She’s not here!" Eryn held on to his arm, trying to stop him from walking away. "You should try to have some fun!"
"Have fun with someone else. I’m going home." 
"Louise told me you needed someone!" Eryn pulled Charles back onto his seat, clutching on to his arm so he wouldn’t leave and humiliate her in front of everyone.
"I never said that." He glowered at her suspiciously. "I never said that. She’s enough for me. She’s all I need." He never imagined having someone else by his side other than you; he could never imagine you being with someone else. The thought of you smiling and laughing with a man other than him killed him inside.
"Where are you going?" Eryn yelled, seeing Charles walk away. He never bothered to answer the question.
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The house was silent when he came home. It was looking exactly like it was when he left, so he knew you were still in bed. It was tiring because it seemed like you passed every house chores to him, letting go of every bit of your responsibility in the house. It had been a week since you asked for a leave of absence, while he had to go out and travel back and forth from Monaco to Maranello, so he was expecting you to at least lift a finger to help him.
Charles cursed under his breath after taking a glance at his reflection in the mirror. The lipstick stain on his cheek was rubbed off roughly as he wet his hands with the tap water. It was demeaning to you as his girlfriend if you ever saw him with a lipstick stain from another girl.
Unknowingly to him, his name and yours were already all over the gossip pages after the pictures were taken.
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"Morning, baby." Charles beamed, feeling your arms snake around his waist from the back. He woke up early this morning to clean up the house and got everything done before you woke up. The crestfallen feelings from last night were gone; all he cared about now was for you to be the first person he saw when he woke up. "I made you breakfast. I'm pretty sure this one was going to taste better than my last attempt."
His laugh was unsupported. Your arms around him became more secure as you planted your face against his back.
"Y/N?" You kept quiet, too wounded to reply. "Hey, what’s wrong?"
The phone in your hand was taken away, leaving your shaky hands empty as he looked at the screen.
"Y/N—"
"How could you do this to me?" Your voice trailed off.
"No, listen to what I have to say. It’s not what you think it is."
Charles’ hand that hovered on your cheek was shoved away as you wiped your own tears. "Who is she?"
"Eryn. Louise’s friend. Look, I didn’t know—"
"I trusted you!" You howled, hands clenched into a fist as you punched his chest, again and again as you sobbed.
"I was alone! You weren’t there with me, so I—"
"So you let her kiss you?" It hurt. It hurt so bad to see the guy you loved break every bit of trust you had.
"It wouldn’t happen if you were there with me." Charles muttered. He knew it was his part to calm you down and give you reassurance, but part of him felt like it was unfair for the blame to be on him alone. You should have been there with him.
"Charles, I was sick!" You cried. He sounded so distant.
"And I was lonely, Y/N! I barely saw your face, though we lived in the same house. We stopped watching movies together and stopped making dinner together. I miss you! Sometimes I don’t even remember your existence in this house. Just tell me the truth. Are you tired of us?"
"Stop turning this on me! I wasn’t feeling well, and you know it. I didn’t wish to lay down all the time." Your gaze went to his face, pleading for him to see your reason.
"Bullshit." He scoffed and turned his back on you. The grip he had on the kitchen counter was hard, making every vein in his hand more visible. "You didn’t go to work; you didn’t do shit for days. I was the one who did everything in this fucking house, Y/N! I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you to be so fucking useless."
Some of the tears dropped on your feet, and some of them started decorating the porcelain. "I did what I could in the house, but there were times when..." You stopped when you felt like you were choking on your tears. "There were times where I got so tired, Charles. I got so tired that I just wanted to lay down, and I—"
"You did nothing, Y/N! Nothing! Whenever I came home, you would be sleeping, leaving everything behind for me to clean. Am I your fucking slave? Using my money alone isn’t enough; you have to make me bow down and get on my knees to praise you like a god? Is that what you want from me?"
"I’m sorry.." You went from standing right on his back to a few feet away, unable to look at his raging eyes that were perforating you.
"Yeah, that’s the only thing you could say. How does it feel to win the fucking lottery in your life? I know you don’t actually want to work but didn’t want to make it seem too obvious that you were using me for wealth and fame. Guess that wasn’t enough that you have to make me do everything in the house that you didn’t spend a dollar on, the house that I paid for." He walked away; the scrambled eggs he was making earlier were left forgotten on the stove.
"Charles, that wasn’t my intention." You trailed his steps, hand went to grab his arm as it felt like he was trying to walk away from your life.
"Everything you have on you right now is my money. Your necklace, your bracelet, and your ring. That shirt you are wearing. Everything. I just want you to stop using me for your benefit, Y/N. I came home and went to sleep with no touch or kisses from you. I didn’t even have anyone to talk with about my day. At this point, it’s just worthless of you to keep on being in my life." Charles’ expression went hard. He didn’t know where the thought came from, but he knew how bad the damage was the moment those words slipped off his lips.
"I’ll give back everything." You murmured, taking heavy steps in front of the man you love. "I’m sorry for being a burden." You took his clenched fist and opened it, placing the ring he had given to you on our first anniversary five years ago on his palm. The bracelet with a butterfly charm that you got as a graduation gift was unhooked as you put it with the ring on his palm. You could never forget his sweaty face from chasing the flight back home just to make it on time for your graduation. How he was so nervous to put the bracelet on you with his hands shaking in front of your parents.
"Can you... help me take this one off?" Your long hair was gathered in one hand as you turned your back on him, begging him to take off the bracelet that you were so happy with when you first got it. The bracelet that he gifted for you when he got to join Formula 1. Funny how it was him who achieved something, but you were the one who got a gift. Guess it was true when he said you were using him for your own benefits.
But the bracelet that you had worn with pride and contentment now felt like it burned your skin the longer you left it on.
His hand that was shaking when he first put the bracelet on you, the hand that was shaking out of excitement and nervousness, was now shaking again as he took the necklace off. 
but this time it was out of fear and uncertainty about what was to come next.
You weren’t able to look at him because your cheeks were drenched in tears. If your skin could soak up every tear that had dropped from your eyes, it would have reached its limit by now. You heard him weep, but you didn’t dare to bring your gaze up. If being in front of him right now made him feel humiliated and made him bend forward even more from the weight load that you brought, then it would be better for you to just step out and let him go.
"I’m sorry for everything." It was useless to wipe your eyes only for them to shed more tears after, but you still did it. You wiped the tears and left a peck on his wet cheek before you made your way to the room. It didn’t take long for you to pack your things together because, like he said, everything you had on was his. He stood there, eyes on his palm, when you walked out with your luggage. His shirt that you had worn before was put in the laundry bag, afraid he would find it disgusting if you just left it anywhere else.
And you left him. You left the house that had become your home for years. All because of your sickness.
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"When will they discharge you?" Your best friend, Lia, looked back, toning down her voice so she wouldn’t get caught by your boss for loafing around. "I’m so bored in here without you."
"Tomorrow!" You squealed and covered your mouth when she asked you to keep quiet. "I’ll be out tomorrow! But I’ll start working in 2 days."
"I can’t wait to see you! Just let me know whatever you are craving, and I’ll get it done!" She winked.
"I want your brownies! The one with strawberries that you used to bring for lunch.” You rested your hand on your middle.
"You got it!" She confirmed with a grin and looked back right away when there were steps coming. You laughed, seeing her not-so-sneaky attempt to video call you during work, but you hadn’t been able to talk to her for days, so she couldn’t wait for another hour to spill all the tea you had been missing.
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"Charles!" Lia greeted the taller man with baskets full of ingredients. She had stopped by the supermarket to get all the things needed to make her brownies that you were craving when she bumped into the driver in the cereal aisle.
"Lia. It’s been a while. How are you?" Charles grabbed the cereal box in front of him and put it in the basket along with his other stuff.
"Good! How are you? It must be very exciting, isn’t it? I mean, I have no relation to her at all, but I’m still so, so excited; that was all I could think of for this week." Lizzy shook her shoulders, trying so hard not to scream.
"I don't—I don’t get it?" Charles mumbled, slow enough that it didn’t get to capture Lia's attention as she remained in her own bubble, looking so elated about something she just mentioned. "That’s a lot of things you got there." He then changed the topic; his gaze went to the basket she was holding.
"Ah, it’s for Y/N! I hope she doesn’t give you a hard time with her pregnancy cravings, Charles. It won’t be that long; just bear with it. The excessive morning sickness was harsh enough." Lia blurted, looking down as she remembered how horrible you looked when you were hospitalised for hyperemesis gravidarum.
Charles felt like his heart just dropped to his stomach. If Lia walked away right at this moment, he was so sure his legs would give away.
"If you feel like she’s too much or you are too tired to satisfy all her needs and cravings, please let me know. I can help you in bits and pieces. If she wants a banana cake at 3 AM and you are too exhausted, call me. I can bake one and send it to your house right away. I do understand your career and ours; mine and Y/N’s were totally different, so I’ll help you as much as I can. If you need to fly away, please don’t leave her alone. Send her to me. She’s my best friend. She’s always welcome at my house." 
Charles tilted his face away from Lia, facing the colourful boxes of cereals, to stop his tears from slipping down. His hand, which was wrapped around the hoops of the basket, nearly slipped off.
Lia chuckled and wiped away her tears, feeling slightly embarrassed for shedding tears in front of the driver. "I’m so sorry, I got so emotional. I’ll get going first. Bye, Charles! Make sure Y/N gets home safely from the hospital tomorrow! I’ll smack you if anything happens to her."
Soon as Lia was gone from the aisle, Charles took his phone out. Fingers hovered on your contact name, the only contact that was saved with a heart emoji.
What have I done?
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Two pairs of eyes were looking at each other when they heard the bell ring. They weren’t expecting anyone, not even a visitor, considering their only daughter had just come back from her week-long stay in the hospital.
"Open it."
"You go." Mrs. Y/L/N pushed her husband towards the door as she hurried back on the couch, ignoring the look from the man.
"Mr. Y/L/N." Charles stood straight when the door opened, and his eyes landed on the older man.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The tone was unwelcoming.
"I—can I see Y/N?"
"She’s asleep. Come back tomorrow." The older man was going to shut the door before his wife called out, feet approaching those two men who were wrapped in frosty air.
"Come in, Charles. I was going to wake her up for her medicine, but I guess you could do that for me." The soft, caring tone of the older woman reminded him so much of the girl he loved.
"Can I go to her room? If you don’t mind." Charles gulped, ignoring the eyes of the older man.
"Of course! It’s not your first time in here, honey. Come in." The older woman assured before drawing the driver inside the house, asking him to go straight to your room before her husband could say anything.
"I’m not taking the blame if she doesn’t want to talk to us." The older man said, locking the front door.
"He is still the father of the child." 
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When Charles walked in, he saw you sitting up, hand on your middle that hadn’t shown much of a shape yet, as you turned your body around to let your legs hang off the bed. It seemed like you didn’t realise he was in the room based on the lack of reaction he got. He stood there, seeing your back, while your hands were busy scanning through the medicines in the dark. He felt the heartache again, the same one he felt at the supermarket in front of Lia. He heard you hum, your body subtly trembling as you swung your legs, your hands still busy going through the tonnes of medicines in hand.
"Y/N.." 
Your whole body stopped moving, your voice was gone when you heard it. The voice you had been missing, longing to hear him call out your name,
Charles quickly grabbed one of the medicine packs that nearly fell off your laps and kneeled down in front of you. He took all the medicines you had in hand and flicked on the bedside lamp so he could see your face.
And again, there was no difference from the last time he saw you. Your face was damp with tears. The smooth, pink lips were quivering from trying to keep your cry silent.
He was staring at your face for too long for him to realise that there were trails of tears forming on his cheeks as well. "Which one— which one do you need?" He brought his gaze down, scanning the names of the medicines in his hand.
"I need pyridoxine, promethazine, and metoclopramide." The tears that rolled off your eyes ended up hanging off your jawline.
Charles wiped off the tears hanging from the lower edge of your jaw before he searched through the packaging, putting aside the ones you mentioned. The glass jug that was on the bedside table was taken before you could extend your arm.
"Thank you." You muttered; your arm sleeve was used to wipe your wet lips.
Charles brought up his hand, pulling it back before he rested it on your middle. "Can—can I?"
You nodded.
He brought and stroked his hand on your belly as his tears dropped when you placed your hand on his. "How long?"
"3 months."
"How long have you known?" He looked up, his gaze went back on yours.
"Around 2 weeks ago. Mom brought me to the hospital when I lost consciousness, only to find out we were going to have a baby." You managed to smile at the end of your words, excited to bring the fruit of your love to the world.
We. Charles bit his lips, head dipped down, thinking back on what he had done, yet you were still acting fine, smiling, and addressing the pregnancy as his as well, despite all the horrible things he said to you.
"Lia said you were hospitalised. What happened?" He cupped his hand on your kneecap.
"My morning sickness was too severe; they had to keep me in the hospital because I was too dehydrated and had imbalanced mineral levels in my blood. But I’m all good now. The baby is healthy too." You wiped the fresh tears from your boyfriend’s cheeks.
"Why didn’t you call me?"
"I don’t want..." The next words were stuck in your throat, and the memory from that night came back into your mind.
You don’t want to be a burden to him. He knew that was what you wanted to say. "I’m sorry—"
"I’m sorry.." You said it at the same time. "I’m sorry for being a burden to you. You deserve to be happy, Charles."
"You make me the happiest person on earth, Y/N. Even if I’m not happy with my life, I still want you to be with me, just like you always have. Everything I said that night, I didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t know why I felt so lonely. I missed you so much that I became frustrated. It doesn’t excuse any of my words, I know." Charles’ head was on your lap as you brushed your fingers through the soft curls of his hair. He was still crying. You knew it when some of tears dropped on your skin.
Charles rarely cried. Maybe it was true what your mom had been saying.
"About Eryn, she—" Charles’ was about to continue his words, but you interrupted, which made him lift his head from your lap.
"I know." You smiled, seeing his wet eyelashes. "I know about her. Louis called me and explained everything. It was my fault for doubting you."
"No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a terrible boyfriend. I shouldn’t have stayed with her that night. I should have left; I should have gone home to you."
"Even if you left her, she would still follow you around. Louis confessed to me, saying that he forced her to do things to you because he hated me." You cupped on the cheeks, your lips still curled into a smile, seeing the man in front of you.
"Louis..said that?" He had brought you to meet his friends a few times but never realised any loathing or hatred from any of them. To him, his friends never had any problems with you. His old friends, at least. Louis was one of the guys he met through a mutual a year ago and joined the group a few months after that. You never said anything to him either, so he didn’t want to accuse anything, though he did realise you were uncomfortable whenever Louis came up to him.
"But I realised how much he actually loves you. I was wrong for that. I’m really sorry, Y/N. What Eryn did was all because I asked her to. I asked her to flirt him, kiss him if needed, do anything that could break your trust on him. " Louis admitted feeling dreadful for what he did to his own friend.
"And I think I know why you have been feeling like that." You mumbled, leaning against his touch on your cheek.
"Like what..?"
"Stand up..you’ll hurt your knees." You pulled, or at least tried to make him stand, as he cautiously took a seat by your side, and you finally hugged him, your head against his chest.
"I know why you felt so lonely and frustrated." You closed your eyes as he cradled your head. "Mom said you could be having couvade syndrome." 
"And what does that even mean? Do I need to get myself checked? Is there any treatment?"
"No. It’s just something that some expectant fathers would experience." You sat up straight and giggled.
"You mean, from the pregnancy?" His hand went back to your belly.
"Yeah. One of those symptoms is attention seeking." 
"Are you saying I was attention-seeking?"Hm?" He pinched your nose as he laughed along with you. He did feel like you didn’t love him because you kept on ignoring him, and he found himself getting mad because you didn’t touch or kiss him like you used to because you fell asleep before him. "It kind of made sense, though." 
"You still should have told me what you were actually feeling. I can’t read mind..”
Charles smiled, seeing your adorable expression with your pursed lips. "I know, baby. I know. That was totally my fault, and I am so, so sorry for what I did. I totally get it if you need some time. Just, please come back to me when you are ready."
"No.." You whined, his head was tugged closer, and you hugged him by the neck. "You can’t leave me again."
"I’m not, love. I just thought you needed some time." He stayed in your embrace; arms went around your waist.
"I don’t need that. I just want you to be with me. You can’t leave me." 
"Hey—" Charles pulled away when he heard you start sobbing and cupped your cheeks so you would look at him.. "I’m not leaving you, sweetheart."
I guess it was true what his friend went through.
"Dude, my girlfriend has acted like a freaking child ever since she got pregnant. She’s so adorable, I’m telling you." Nico grinned from ear to ear, thinking about his pregnant girlfriend at home.
"Yeah, right." Charles laughed, not denying it but not agreeing with it either.
"I’m serious! Girls get extra sensitive when they get pregnant; it’s like taking care of a child."
The driver only shrugged, his lips still smiling.
"You’ll know when Y/N gets pregnant." 
"Ah, I brought this back." He grabbed the small jewellery box he carried with him earlier and took out all the gifts that belonged to you. "Will you take these back, please? I know what I said was harsh, and it made me sound like a miser, but when I bought these for you, there wasn’t any point in my life where I ever thought of the price or you returning them to me if we ever broke up. I bought them because they reminded me a lot about you. I can’t keep them, and I don’t want to keep any of them. I want to see you wearing it. I want to see you show them off to everyone. How beautiful you looked with it." Charles saw your empty stare and pressed his lips, understanding the look very well. "But..it’s okay if you don’t want to. I’ll just keep it safe."
"I don’t want you to break up with me.." You gave a whimper of protest.
"Y/N, that’s not what I meant." Everything he said earlier was ignored, and you only caught the words ‘break up’.
"But you said it.."
"I know, but—that wasn’t my point. I’m not breaking up with you." He smiled when you started weeping again.
Is this what Nico had to go through when his girlfriend got pregnant? It is indeed so fucking adorable.
"Promise?"
"Promise, love.” He brushed your hair away from sticking all over you face and kissed your forehead. “Can I put these back on you?"
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"I told you it was couvade!" Mrs. Y/L/N jabbed her husband’s chest with her elbow, both pairs of eyes still peeking through the door of their daughter’s bedroom.
"How did you know? Rough guess?" He replied.
"Because I know my future son-in-law very well! He wouldn’t do any of that for no reason. Have you ever seen our daughter cried ever since Charles came into her life? No! And you had it too when I was pregnant with Y/N." 
"That’s enough. Let’s just leave them alone." Mr. Y/L/N tugged on his wife’s hand, whispering.
"What if they do something inappropriate?"
"She’s pregnant. It’s too late to think about that." He laughed, taking the steps away first, followed by his wife.
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tsumskz · 1 month
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╰┈➤ skz trying to keep you quiet while the members are around
: will they succeed or fail ?
(bangchan and lee know)
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, stomach bulging.
(part 1.) part2. part 3. part4.
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bangchan :
- fail -
it was a long day of dance practice, getting out way later in the night then expected. deciding it was a good idea for all the members and you to get dinner before heading over to your boyfriends dorm to hang out
walking back from the delicious meal that you all had been craving, things between you and chan had been tense..at least that’s how you were feeling about the situation. watching him getting sweaty and hot made you wanna pounce him and he knew so that’s what you both had planned until you found out everyone was coming over.
you were frustrated to say the least, now your plans consisted of you marching to your shared bedroom, getting ready for bed and being upset at chan. which is exactly what you did when that front door opened, no words were said to any of them as you b line right for the room closing and locking it behind you
you’re about to do your nightly routine of getting in pajamas and doing your skincare when you remembered in order for you to do so youd have to leave the room to get to the bathroom. you had to make a run for it. grabbing your skincare bag you count to 3 before quite literally running to the shared bathroom in the hallway that was across from the living room aka where the boys were.
so being unnoticed was impossible but you had no choice. you just about made it when you hear someone call out to you making everyone look your way.
“where’d you go ? everyone’s been wondering where you went” familiar voice making you hesitantly turn around to see your boyfriend with a confused almost annoyed look on his face.
this wasn’t gonna stop you. you were stubborn and determined so without a word said back you get to your destination. finally able to enjoy the company of yourself and not 8 loud men, the warm water on your face felt heavenly.
a knock bringing you back to reality, that same voice from earlier outside the door asking a question you couldn’t quite hear. being the curious person you are, you open the door just to see what he might need but are meet with no words as he swings the door past you the second he gets his opening and hurdles in, pushing you against the wall covering your mouth with his hand.
“i know you’re mad at me but if you’re quiet..” he whispers moving his lips closer to your ear. “ i’ll make you feel good” you nod you head eagerly, without skipping a beat he turns you around, face pressed against the door. he pulls down your shorts feeling the wet spot that’s on already on your underwear, rubbing in circles. loud moan leaving your lips. he stops.
“channie please” you rut you hips back hoping to feel his fingers again but all you get is a soft slap on the ass, his hot breath hovering over your ear “i told you to be quiet” once he finally thinks you’ve calmed down, he’s messing with the band of his sweatpants pulling them down just slow enough for you to lose your mind.
“i bet you want everyone to hear how needy you get for me” giving himself a couple dry strokes of his fist, he slides into you, watching your face contort in what looks like going thru the 5 stages of grief. you jaw slacks open, and before any noise can be heard you cover your mouth.
his hips rock deep into you. every drag of his cock making tears form in your eyes. “fuck you’re such a good girl” the praise forcing a moan to rip thru your throat but is thankfully muffled by your hand
from the living room you can hear everyone questioning where chan went which makes you peek over at him, worried look on your face but not on his.
“can feeling you clenching hard on me baby” he reaches around to toy with your clit, knees on the verge of giving out. “you like this don’t you?” his words falling onto deaf ears as his fingers continue its pace.
“fuck chan i’m gonna cum” taking your hand off your mouth to hold yourself up as you give him a long string of moans that could’ve been considered screams as you cum, leaving a white ring around his cock not caring anymore if anyone heard.
your high suddenly interrupted by the shock of overstimulation, loud grunts are heard behind you. he’s so lost in chasing his orgasm he doesn’t even realize he’s being loud himself, continuing to pound into you over and over again till your both moaning like wolfs in heat.
“it feels so good” he’s practically drooling on your shoulder, ravaging you like this is the last time he’s ever gonna fuck you again. his cock thick and heavy, tip grazing your cervix. you can feeling him begin to lose the rhythm of his hips, hunching over. the most beautiful noises escaping his mouth and entering your ears as he fills you up.
the silence in the living room hitting you both like a train, scattering to put your pants back on before discussing a game play because there’s no way you guys can play this off but might as well try.
chan exits the bathroom first. he enters the room looking around only to be greeted by everyone either looking directly at him with their eyes bulging out of theirs skull or looking everywhere but him pretending to do something else.
to make matters even worse here you come walking out, to the same scene bangchan just experienced. there’s only one person who gets the balls to say something.
“YOU GUYS COULDNT HAVE WAITED TILL WE LEFT” hans voice echoing thru the whole dorm, managing to somehow lift the weight off the members shoulders and clear out the awkward air that was suffocating all of you.
“sorry” you guys laugh before running past them to hide away in the room.
“never again” you say traumatized by what just happened
“we’ll see about”
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lee know :
- success? -
you and the members were all on a trip together filming another skz code. the traveling and constant cameras was really getting to you, all you wanted was some alone time with minho. which was pretty much impossible because no matter where you went there was another tiny camera hung up just ready to capture your every move.
so you settle for the huge walk in closet in the room, you and your boyfriend shared.resting on the floor for just a few moments before minho and han are telling you it’s time for dinner.
after the long day you just had. eating and playing those games that the boy were always doing even tho you didn’t quite understand most of them was the highlight of your day.
after everyone was done cleaning up you decide it’s the perfect time to make your attempt at sneaking your precious boyfriend away to have a little chat just to see if there was a possibility he’d be able to part from them later on in the night.
“cant you just wait till they’re all asleep in their rooms tonight?” you pout at his response as he walks away with a sigh. you knew it wasn’t possible but you needed him so bad.
12am quickly approaching, they were still going hard at karaoke or whatever activity they could get their hands on. as for you, you remained in your room absolutely exhausted as your eyes begin to close not even worried about the sound of a door opening but are quickly jolted awake at the sensation of minhos fingertips digging into your ass.
“i finally got away” hes messing with the band of your underwear, you know what he wants and not having to tell you twice you swiftly pull them down. his touch feeling rougher than usual, climbing on top of you he begins to message your inner thigh. inching it up to slide under your shirt, removing it so you’re completely naked
he cups one of your breasts, swirling his silky tongue around your sensitive nub making you squirm. “need it so bad” you say reaching down to feel his rock hard cock in your hand. your words making him groan , now stroking him thru his sweatpants.
he moves your hand away for a second to undress himself. cock slapping against his stomach when he takes off his boxers. he catches you staring, giving you a show by stroking it with his veiny hands he knows you love.
“god just fuck me” you pull him by the back of his neck into a deep kiss. angling your hips to align his dick, quickly wrapping your legs around him making it slide in.
a loud grunt coming from both of you, surprised at how you even managed to pull that off. “you make me so horny” his hands eager as they maneuver one of your legs over his shoulder, the other covering your mouth. hes drills into you not able to control himself anymore just hoping that he’s providing enough coverage so no one can hear.
“been thinking about this pretty pussy all day” he whimpers, muffled moans attempting to break their way past his hand but nothing is heard other than his desperate babbles of pleasure.
at this point he’s being louder then you are but you don’t bother trying to quiet him down. your back arches off the bed, legs shaking on the verge of cumming already but you try so hard to hold off because the way his v-line looks moving back and forth hitting the perfect angle with each sway of his hips and his gorgeous brown eyes looking down at you. you never want this to end.
“i need to hear you baby” he removes his hand from your mouth allowing you to whimper in his ear but that is quickly forgotten with a shift of his hips. feeling way deeper than before, low whimpers turn into loud abrupt moans.
“minho you’re so deep” looking down, you gasp at the sight of his cock bulging in your stomach everytime he pushes back in. you clench down hard , closing your eyes as the friction between you two becomes too much, curling forward as you cum. minhos pace not ceasing.
“oh baby i’m gonna cum” moving your other leg to put you in mating press. droplets of sweat trickling down his face, driving his cock so deep he comes to complete stop. you can feel him stuffing you full as he slumps over on top of you. orgasm so intense it takes him literal minutes to final catch his breath.
“do you think anyone heard” he lifts his body to look up at you. concern laced within his words.
“only one way to find out” you say searching for your clothes, looking somewhat decent before you both nervously step out of the room. making your way to the last place everyone was. ears meeting dead silence, you notice a sleeping changbin on the couch but no one else to be seen.
you both look at each other before high fiving
“nice” is whispered in sync as he escorts you to the kitchen for a late night snack.
….you were off the hook then but best believe you didn’t hear the end of it from chan (who was in the room right next to yours) in the morning.
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hanjisick · 11 months
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order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie
ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.
allergies. making out and felix being awkward
size. 3.2k
special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.
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you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.
the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.
you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.
it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.
the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.
“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.
“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”
“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”
your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.
his name tag read “felix.”
then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.
“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.
“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.
“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”
usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”
“for now.”
he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.
without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.
two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.
but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.
“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”
felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”
you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”
“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”
“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”
“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”
“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”
“will you be a new regular?”
“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”
there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.
he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.
immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”
“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.
“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.
immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.
“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.
“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”
if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.
“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”
“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”
you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”
there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.
“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”
“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”
felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”
thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.
felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.
what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?
he noticed the piece of paper left behind.
the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”
first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.
“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”
“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”
“chan was telling the group chat.”
“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.
“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”
“was not!”
“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”
“says a lot for how much he smiles.”
felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.
“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.
“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”
“so it isn’t just you being kind?”
“i need to get my cardigan back.”
“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”
“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”
the next day, felix was walking on clouds.
the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.
but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.
as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.
“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.
“just let him get it out of his system.”
“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”
“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”
“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”
“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”
chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”
the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.
“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”
“just the cookie?”
“and a mocha.”
“your total will be—“
“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.
“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”
“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”
“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.
even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.
“why don’t you ask for her number?”
felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.
“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”
“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.
“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”
“so? you’re pretty too.”
felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”
he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.
“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”
“maybe.”
with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.
“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.
his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”
when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”
he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.
your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.
“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.
he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.
hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”
“i got nervous!”
“so you decided to friend-zone her?”
“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”
“she obviously wasn’t going to!”
“but if she did then i think i’d die!”
hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”
“she’ll think i’m weird!”
“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.
felix let go, his shoulders dropping.
“where is she?”
“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.
“did i fuck up that badly?”
hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.
“maybe she’ll be back.”
felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”
he kept his cardigan next to him.
perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.
perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.
tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.
felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.
you didn’t respond.
when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.
he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.
so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.
would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.
it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.
it was minho.
“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.
“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”
“you could see it?”
“everyone could. like we always do.”
“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”
“don’t.”
“what do you mean?”
“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”
“like a date?”
“exactly. ask her on a date.”
felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?
“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”
when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.
opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’
he deleted the message.
‘actually,’
no.
‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’
no.
‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’
he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.
minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.
‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’
it buzzed again.
‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’
his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’
you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.
felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.
when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.
there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”
you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”
he checked his pulse.
“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”
“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”
you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.
“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.
“i thought you were really really beautiful.”
suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.
“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”
felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”
when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”
“really?”
“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”
“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.
“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”
“what do you mean?”
“do i have to spell it out for you?”
“probably.”
“i think you’re gorgeous.”
“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.
something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.
“then do it.”
felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?
“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”
“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.
your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”
“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“that’s impossible.”
“i don’t know how to prove it.”
“your awkwardness does the job.”
you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”
felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.
“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.
climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.
you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.
it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.
“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.
this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.
he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.
felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.
and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.
all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.
he never wanted to stop.
until his phone began ringing.
you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.
“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.
he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.
chan.
he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.
with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.
“did you make up with y/n?”
“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”
you let out a laugh.
“oh! tell her hi!”
felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.
“can we go back to kissing again?”
“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.
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doki-doki-imagines · 3 months
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Hello :3 I have an idea for a request.
Mk1 boys (Bi-Han, Kuai liang,tomas, liu kang, kung lao, Raiden, johnny, kenshi, syzoth and shang tsung) with wife pregnant reader (Any month, depending on what you want) wake up in the middle of the night craving something and scared to wake them up Because they are already tired and streets from their work and she start sobbing silently and the boys will wake up , what their reaction will be what will they do?
And what will they do when the reader says something like 'I'm fat I look big'
I know it's random and stupid But I read it from a manhwa and I really liked the idea
Soooo please 🥺🥺🥺
author note: the please with teary eyes got me. Also pregnancy cravings are "only" in the first three months, so reader is in that stage.
Bi-Han:
-He is a light sleeper so he heard your first sigh clearly.
-Bi-Han already doesn’t sleep much so go straight to the point or he’ll just go back to sleep (probably in another room).
-You do, and now he is in the kitchen in the middle of the night preparing milk and cereals.
-“Here you go.” He sits in front of you, eating his own bowl.
“Mh, Bi-han?”
“Could you put ice cubes in my milk?”
-He looks at you like you just said some crazy stuff, but he knows better and just does as you asked him. A happy smile now on your face pulling the corner of his lips upward.
-But then, while you are both enjoying your bowls in silence Bi-Han hears you sniffing again, fat tears rolling down your face.
“Now you’ll leave me because I’m fat and have terrible taste in food.”
-His spoon hangs in the air, mouth still open, hair resembling a bird nest. Bi-Han faces drip with annoyance.
-Then he pushes your spoon in your mouth, icy milk and cereals hitting your tastebuds.
“If you have to open your mouth do it to eat and not to say dumb shit. Now go back to eat, I’d never thought icy milk could taste this good…” He replies, pinching your cheek after you gulped down.
Kuai Liang:
-When he comes home and hears you cry, Liang runs to you worried for both you and the baby.
-“What happened fireball?”
“You were out working and-“
“And??”
“And I’m here crying like a whale because I want some marinated and grilled squid.” You let out in a single breath, before going back to sighing and crying.
-The breath of relief Liang let out moved continents.
-Liang isn’t a great cook, but he knows his way around the grill, so his chefs are lucky that Liang didn’t have to wake them up in the middle of the night.
-He looks at you eating with joy, his face laying on his fist, raising the apple of his cheek up.
-But then you get teary…what is happening?
-“You’ll leave me, right?” You say after you let out a sob.
“No, why?”
“Look at me eating like a pig! I’ll get fat and we won’t have sex anymore!” Tears roll down your face and Liang really doesn’t know what to say.
-“Even if you get fat I’m sure you’d be pretty cute.”
“Okay, then-“ You stand on your feet, chopsticks thrown at the table while Liang looks at you with the widest eyes ever. “Fuck me now!”
-…Liang? Hello? Are you still there?
-He can’t really understand what is going on, but Liang decides not to rack his brain over it, his warm hands already on your hips.
Tomas Vrbada: -He was already awake when you started crying, so he asks immediately what’s wrong.
-“I don’t want to bother you, you always work so hard but-“
“?”
“I want smoked salmon.”
-Ahhh Tomas' first experience with his partner’s cravings.
-He searches in all the fridges of Shirai Ryu but can’t find anything. Tomas is ready to catch a salmon with his teeth like a bear and smoke it himself to make you happy.
-And that’s exactly what Tomas does.
-The sight of him shirtless, mauling a salmon with the moonlight making the water droplets on his chest and back shine…was a sight that sadly nobody witnessed.
-“Tommy this tastes so good, it is so juicy and…fatty.”
Tomas feels the storm coming.
-“You’ll want me even when I’ll become as fat as a salmon?”
Tomas nods and gulps, knowing full well of the doom incoming.
-“Why are you lying?! Men are all the same!”
-If something, seeing his partner belly round with your offspring can just make Tomas hot under the collar. But it’s not like you’ll listen to him.
-He just waits head in hands for this outburst to calm itself, tiredness knocking you out. Tomas hopes sooner rather than later.
Liu Kang:
-You know what is the best part of defending the hourglass? Looking into it to anticipate his partner’s cravings!
-So you’ll never have to cry because Liu Kang is always ready to give you the craziest food ever.
-“Ohh Liu, you really are the best. Always ready to give me the food I crave…” Bad silence, Liu Kang starts to have goosebumps. “I know the game you are playing, bastard!” You push Liu Kang away from your arms, running away from him.
“What are you talking about, dear one?”
“You want to make me fat so you’ll have me all for yourself! You egoist! You selfish bastard!”
-Yeah, Liu Kang is a bit selfish. Yes, he wants you all for himself kilos more or kilos less. But he has to admit that it wasn’t his plan.
-“You are mistaken, dear.”
“Mh??”
“I always want you all for myself.”
“Ah! Even now!?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then take this-“ You finally run back into his arms, lips smashed against his ones. You try to pull him off, but now there is no way that Liu Kang will let you go.
- It’s time to show you how hot he finds you.
Kung Lao:
-Good luck with him because Lao is a heavy sleeper.
-He’ll notice that there is a problem the next morning when you see your puffy and red eyes.
“I didn’t want to bother you, but I had insane cravings last night.”
“Next time wake me up. I don’t mind.” He says hands on your shoulder before going to work.
-So, when the next night you try to wake him up, the need for cabbage stew is making you insane.
-Keyword: try.
-World could end and Lao would still be snoring.
-Next time is better to have cravings during the day because at night you’re on your own.
-Meanwhile, during the day Lao becomes more or less your butler…at least.
Raiden:
-“Hey sweety, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Raiden turns around to look at you, index finger stroking your wet cheek.
“You must be so tired.”
“Yeah, a little. But I want to listen to you. What’s wrong?”
“I want to eat dango.”
“At this hour?”
“Please, Raiden.”
-He chuckles but lifts himself from the bed. But now Raiden thinks “Where I can find dango at this hour??”
-Raiden has a guardian angel; Madame Bo, with her insomnia problem for once being useful.
-And the lady will be more than happy helping Raiden's pregnant partner to fulfill one of their cravings.
-Not for free, tho…
-You won’t cry about weight with him. Even if your mind is hazed by hormones it still works well enough to know that he’ll always love you.
Johnny Cage:
-Another heavy sleeper, but if you push him around enough he’ll wake up.
-“Ehi babe, what’s wrong.”
“Johnny-“ He hears you sigh and finally wakes up, worried that you may be hurt.
“I’m in the mood for cream and strawberries, but at first I didn’t want to wake you-“
“Shhh babe-“ He presses his index finger on your lips “I’m here to help you.”
-He comes back soon, a cup filled to the brim that makes your eyes shine with joy.
-“Oh look, you have some cream here.”
His thumb brushes the corner of your lips. Then Johnny wanted to lick it, already smiling at his next action.
-But you move faster, your lips circling his thumb and licking it clean.
-Johnny looks at you, doe eyes looking back, your lips on his thumb, your nice and soft body next to him…
-The cup of strawberries will be soon forgotten.
Kenshi Takahashi:
-He comes back home from a mission and hears you crying. Kenshi is terrorized.
-Kenshi already has anxiety about leaving his partner alone at home, pregnant. Hearing you cry made him crumble.
“Are you fine!?”
“Oh, Kenshi!”
You run to him and hug his middle, he keeps you tight in his arms.
-“Please tell me, what happened!?”
“I’m sorry I don’t want to worry you. It’s nothing serious.”
Kenshi still isn’t calm.
“I just have a crazy craving for takoyaki with honey.”
Okay, his breath is calming down.
-He just returned home, every muscle screaming in pain, but for his partner, he’d do that and much more.
-Thankfully you always liked takoyaki so Kenshi had some ingredients at home, the others got bought in a nearby combini.
“Kenshi you are a real life saver.”
“It’s just my job.” He replies kissing the crown of your head, hands sliding down to massage your tummy.
“But next time just tell me you had a craving, I lost some years of my life.”
-Are those sniffs he is hearing? Oh no…
“I-I’m so sorry Kenshi-“
-He’ll never get used to mood swings.
Syzoth:
-His wife didn’t suffer from cravings, but Syzoth is ready for anything.
-Syzoth more or less always knows when your hormones are gonna hit, so he tries to put limit the incoming “damage”.
-The real problem is that Syzoth doesn’t know anything about human food! You are on your own. Ask your friends, you will have better luck.
-“You search for someone else when I’ll get fat, I know it!”
“You just want to knock me up!”
Syzoth knows your mind isn’t working well, hormones going crazy.
-But he also knows how to calm you down!
“I’d love you even if you became a worm, firefly.”
“The idea of you carrying our baby always fills me with joy.”
-Syzoth will also become more touchy-feely, his hands like to wander…
-Unless you get a crazy mood swing you’ll never doubt his love for you.
Shang Tsung:
-The diva won’t stop being a diva even if now you are pregnant and need his help.
-“Shang Tsung, please can you bring me orange juice.” You sob out, finally giving in into your cravings.
“I also want to conquer the world, but nobody will do it for me.” He replies back, eyes still closed.
-He gives in at the nth sigh. Shang Tsung may not be so unaffected by you.
-He returns soon, a glass filled with orange juice. But he doesn’t sit next to you.
“Anything else before I go back to sleep? You know I don’t like my sleep time being interrupted.”
“No Shang Tung, thank you.”
-He sighs and lies down, you soon follow him.
-“You don’t love me anymore, right?”
A heavy breath leaves his nose.
Damn you.
-“Are you trying to make me laugh? We both know who is the good liar here.”
“That’s why you may not love me. You lied the entire time!”
-Shang Tsung isn’t ready for this conversation.
-His lips end on yours, tongue intruding into your mouth, a moan escapes your throat.
-You may not trust his words, but Shang Tsung hopes he’ll fuck you good enough that his emotions will be understandable through your thick skull.
Bonus:
Tell us about the manwha!
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uplatterme · 1 year
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a/n: i can’t title this. my wip list literally has it as “haitham gets scammed by dori ft. aphrodisiac”
cw: sub!alhaitham, dom!gn!reader | handjob, cockpolishing, usage of aphrodisiac, crying
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“haitham? are you alright?” you ask out of worry, the scribe trembling as he uses the door frame to support himself.
you quickly go to him to help him out, but a slight touch of skin makes you flinch due to how warm he is. although, that doesn’t compare to the noise that abrupts out of his throat.
“dearest?” you question him again, only to get yourself pinned to the wall.
he presses himself on your body, grinding in a soft and slow rhythm. he tears up, muttering quiet apologies as he continues his movement.
“what’s wrong?”
“s-sorry…” he holds onto your body, desperately trying to get himself off. each friction has him tensing up that the more he does it, the more it seems like he’s edging himself rather than getting that release that he wants.
he pants, breathless. you’re unsure if he’s even sane enough to know what he’s doing.
you put your arms around him, helping him out as he continues to fuck himself on your thigh. his legs are unstable, shaking as if there’s an earthquake happening.
“p-please. need to cum…” he cries out, sobbing. his cock aches, outlining itself from the outside of his pants.
next thing alhaitham knows, his back is on the soft cushion of your bed. it didn’t take much work, considering his body is as frail as a historical artifact right now.
alhaitham’s lower half is so wet to the point you’re half-convinced that the man had cum outside before even getting here. his cock is twitching, and as your warm fingers envelop him, alhaitham whimpers, cumming instantly.
“my scribe, what exactly have you gotten yourself into?”
“drank…something—hn!” the scholar finds himself sensitive, too sensitive, no matter how minimal your touches are.
he grips the messed up sheets of the bed, unable to contain how his body reacts. he keeps telling his brain to stop, that it’s embarrassing how he’s spread out like this, under your mercy.
he wants you to stop looking at him as if you’re going to devour him whole like a wild beast…
“more….” he begs.
ah, is there even a point of him lying to himself?
“needy today, aren’t we? you said you had work to do…and now you’re here.” you tease.
“it’s not me…it’s because of that damn wine…” he breathes out, he feels you quickening your face and his body shrivels up into another orgasm.
“really. so why is it that instead of getting the antidote, you come to me instead?”
the pleasure is getting to his head. it’s almost as if you’re inside his brain, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.
“i…” he doesn’t see himself winning, even if he decides to think of something to say.
“using such a thing to your advantage. how irresponsible, my scribe.”
you play with the tip of his cock, your thumb slipping on his slit. he drowns in the sensation, all coherent thoughts leaving him.
he didn’t—he swears that he didn’t plan it to end up like this. he was just tricked by that damn merchant!
why didn’t he go get the antidote?
as your finger continues to polish his cock, his body quivers, wanting to curl up and away from the touch. he’s so close—god, he’s gonna cum. he doesn’t want to—he does—no—yes—please!
your other hand keeps him still, forcing him to endure and to not resist the overwhelming satisfaction that you’re giving him.
you’re going to break him. reduce his mind into nothing but a mindless puddle, nothing that the kind of scholar he proudly presents himself as.
he sobs even harder as he reaches another climax. he hears you laugh.
“you’re fine, my pretty baby. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t worry.”
“o-okay.” he responds with a grin.
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spctrsgf · 10 months
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morning banter
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summary: something about you and marc? he wakes up early, and you most certainly do not.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: language, my shitty spanish (i’m trying okay)
a/n: took a quick break from b+h for a lil marc spector drabble!!! hope you all enjoy
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Es tan temprano para esta mierda, Marc. Jake’s annoyed Spanish drawl smacks into the side of Marc's head. The combination of his drowsy, slow mind and that Marc knew next to no spanish caused the said man’s eyebrows to crinkle. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can barely hear his own voice, but he knows Jake can.
Don’t worry about it.
“Jake.”
Marc. Only Jake would pitch up his name in a high voice: it’s a mimic.
“Hey! I don’t sound like that.”
Yeah you do.
“No, I don’t! Back me up, Steven.”
Don’t bring me into this. 
C’mon, Stevie— Jake cuts off abruptly, probably the doing of Steven.
“Jake,” Marc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what you said.”
Go to sleep, puta.
“Okay, I know that one,” Marc hisses, toiling you in closer to him. “Rude.”
You deserved it.
“You wanna know what you deserve?”
Oh, yeah, Jake taunts. What’s that?
“A fucking pun–”
His voice goes legato as soon as he senses you moving, causing him to fall silent. You curl tighter into a ball, spiraling the covers more into your fists and tucking them again beneath your chin. Jake, by some miracle, also goes quiet, as if somehow his words could expel themselves out of Marc’s mouth and to your ears. 
But, the soft exhales are the only noise you left out, and if you heard them, you didn’t show it. Marc’s shoulders roll back from where they were hunched, surely Steven’s gentle gesture to the position he hadn’t even realized he’d been in. 
Would it kill the two of you to just be nice to each other? The Brit muses. 
Absolutely. Jake’s response is automatic.
“One hundred percent true.” Marc chimes in.
HAH! Steven ejects the exclamation in triumph. Now I got the two of you agreeing.
“Sure, whatever.”
Only time we agree is when you finesse us into it, hermano.
Marc slides his arm out from where it was wrapped around your waist to give the two a thumbs up in agreement with Jake, reluctantly.
Or, he tried to.
“Noooooo…” You groan groggily, tightening your hold. 
Marc freezes. “Baby?”
“Mmmmm?” 
“I- I didn’t know you were aware.”
“Well,” you snuggle closer into his chest, his warm embrace. “You ‘n Steven ‘n Jake aren’t exactly quiet when you argue.”
He sighs, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Listen, ‘m sorry. You know how we can be.”
“Yeah, I do. And I love you all,” you reach back, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “But I also love my beauty sleep.”
“You don’t need to sleep to be beautiful.” He ducks his head to place a featherlight kiss to your neck, savoring the sigh you let out in return.
“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s not true.”
“Do we?”
“Mhm,” you turn, nudging Marc’s arms off of you as you face him. “‘M a menace without it.”
“That’s true,” he chuckles when you slap his arm, letting out an effortlessly beautiful smile. “But it’s nothing a cup of nice, warm coffee can’t solve.”
You giggle softly. “That’s true.”
“C’mon, sleepyhead,” He moves to slide you both out from under the covers. “Let’s get going.”
“Nope.” You let him go, rolling to burrito yourself in the covers again. 
“Nope?” He inquires, rounding the bed to stand over you.
“Nope.”
His shadow covers your shut eyelids and you know he’s bent over your face. “I’ll make you coffee to apologize for waking you up, baby, I promise.” You scrunch your nose. “Tempting, but no.”
“Not even because I’m asking you?”
“Not even if you were on your knees and begging.”
“Oh?” The sentence your half asleep brain had kindled clearly took him by surprise. 
You huff, flipping over in the bed dramatically. “Go away, I’m tired.”
“What’s so great about this bed that I can’t give you, huh?”
“Well,” You take a deep breath, and some small, rational part of your brain tells you that maybe the spew of words about to come out of your mouth is what he wanted to happen all along. “The bed is warm. It’s cozy. The covers are just the right heaviness and just the right thickness to provide optimal warmth and the right amount of pressure to keep me sleeping like a bear in hibernation. ‘Nd my pillow is the right firmness, but has my desired amount of sink to put me out as soon as you turn off the light and wrap your arms around me. Even though that only happens sometimes.”
Marc huffs in frustration. “Hey!”
“Yeah, Marc, my bed is always here on time. It never goes anywhere, and the only life it’s saving is your sorry ass right now.”
“Uncalled for.” He runs a hand through his hair. 
“Thought you liked a bit of banter.”
“I like a kick or two,” He leans over and pulls your shoulders to level on the bed and your eyes to meet his own. “But not at eight in the fucking morning.”
“Neither do I,” You reach up, pulling his face in for a kiss.
He gives in almost immediately, setting a knee on either side of your legs and scooping his arms underneath your body to pull you up.
“Nuh uh,” you pull away and unwrap his arms, flopping back onto the bed. “Sleepy. Time to sleep.”
“You can't leave me hanging like that!”
You yawn, pulling the covers up to your chin again. “I can and I did.”
For a second, a naive, small second, you think he’s going to leave you be. Your brain relaxes, you feel yourself on the precipice of sleep, the hypnotic, rich swirl of unconsciousness sucking you deeper into its whirlpool. But then you feel the covers lift, and Marc’s— frighteningly cold— fingers are dancing along your sides to a tune you illustrate with laughs. You slap his hands away, reaching out towards the lure of sleep that now sneaks away to taint another victim.
“You ready to get out of bed now, sweets?”
You groan, turning to face him in defeat. “You fucker.”
He throws his arms mockingly. “What’d I do?”
“You manipulated me! I hate you.”
“I did no such thing. What are these accusations?”
“You knew I would get worked up,” you sit up in the bed now, and Marc shrinks ever so slightly under the weight of your deadly stare. “You knew that would wake me up.”
“Hey, let’s calm down–”
“You knew that if you pushed the right buttons, you would get what you wanted.”
Marc’s face is ghastly, and he looks two steps away from summoning his suit and flying away.
“I warned you earlier about this, Marc, were you listening?”
He nods frantically. “Of course–”
“I’m a menace when I get woken up early.” You launch off the bed, and you might as well be Moon Knight yourself with your accuracy.
The takeaway from this event? For Marc, it’s to never try waking you up before you’ve recharged fully, or to have some coffee made ahead of when he was to attempt it. For you, though?
It’s that Marc shrieks like a little girl. 
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translations (HELP I FORGOT):
es tan temprano para esta mierda - it’s too early for this shit
puta - bitch
i felt very fancy using these
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cameronspecial · 6 months
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Can i request a Rafe x pogue! Reader of reader probably ignoring all his calls and texts and he shows uo at her house and ahe gets nervous because everyone can see his truck parked outside her house and she's rushing him inside the house
I Want To Be With You
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader
Warnings: Underage Marijuana Use
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.7K
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Rafe is probably the most surprised that he is dating a Pogue, but how could he not fall for Y/N when she is the only one who could see the full potential in him? He also never thought he would be needy for her either. “Come on, Baby. Why aren’t you answering your phone?” he groans into his phone as he is sent to voicemail again. His fingers go back to sending texts asking what she wants to do tonight. They all go unanswered. 
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Y/N’s knee bounces as she stares at the buzzing phone on her coffee table. Thankfully, Kie, JJ, John B and Sarah are all too high to notice and Pope is too focused on his book to notice either. She really wishes she could get high with them to help ease the stress of keeping her relationship a secret, but she knows Rafe would get jealous of her using someone else’s stash. She couldn’t answer his calls because she wouldn’t be able to hide her excitement from them and it would warrant questions. Any attempt at getting them to leave has not worked. “You guys, my parents are going to be here any moment and they would kill us if they find you high,” she tries to scare them. 
However, their attention is focused on something outside the window. Sarah’s eyes narrow at the car, “Is that my brother’s car?” Y/N scrambles off of the couch and joins them. Of course, it is his truck. He’s about three hours too early, yet, it really doesn’t surprise her that he is. He always gets worried when she doesn’t answer and when he is worried, he gets clingy. “Uhh, no. That’s my neighbour’s truck. They have very similar license plates. I actually need to put the garbage out, so I’m going to go do that. I made brownies. Go eat them in the kitchen,” she excuses, running outside and sneaking to the passenger side of Rafe’s truck. 
She pops up from her crouched position, knocking on the glass to ask him to roll it down. “You haven’t been answering my calls, Baby,”  he pouts. He moves himself over the centre console so he is sitting in the passenger seat. He gives her a kiss on the lips. She shakes her head, “Because I’m currently hanging out with your sister and all of our friends.” “You spend all your time with them. What about me?” he whines, placing his head on her neck.
“I’m supposed to hang out with you at seven, Rafey. You are about three hours early.”
“Well, like I said, you weren’t answering my call. I thought you were hurt so I HAD to be early, so let me just turn my engine off and we can go inside to cuddle.”
“You know you can’t. Everyone is still inside. Why don’t you go get some snacks for tonight and come back?” 
The childish frown he gives her makes her sigh. She knows he is going to throw a tantrum if he isn’t in her warm embrace any time soon. “Okay, you can come in, but through my window. Let me go inside and distract everyone then I’ll open the window for you,” she proposes. His mouth turns into a massive grin, “My second favourite way to get into your house. You promise to cuddle once we are inside?” “Yes, you just have to wait until I chase the others out.” Y/N makes her way back inside to the kitchen. The empty tray of brownies disappoints her when she remembers that she could convince Rafe to make some with her. Maybe they could bake it into an edible. “Oh, no. All the brownies are gone, guess you have to go now. Remember, let Pope drive and don’t talk to your parents,” she chases her friends out of the kitchen and house. 
Once the door is locked up, she heads to her bedroom window. However, she is surprised to find Rafe already in her room on her bed. “How did you get in?” she pounders, kicking her shoes off to lie down beside him. His arms quickly engulf her in a hug, “When it comes to being with you, a locked window isn’t going to get in my way. I couldn’t wait to be with you.”
“God, you are so clingy. You couldn't even wait five minutes to be with me.”
“I am. And proud of it. You are the only person I ever want to be with.”
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ladykailitha · 3 months
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Staking a Claim Part 2
Hello! We get a resolution to the last cliffhanger and add a second less dire cliffhanger.
I will be posting this on Sundays and Tuesdays until it's completed for a total of six parts. Thursdays will be reserved for whatever story I want to update that week. It might be the soulmate AU, the werewolf AU, or even omega AU. Wednesdays are still for WIP Wednesday.
Part 1
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Steve woke up with a pressing need to throw up. He sat up in a hurry and looked around. He didn’t recognize his surroundings and didn’t know where to go to empty his guts.
Someone thrust a bucket into his hands and he gratefully puked into it. A warm hand rubbed his back and that person began muttering encouraging inanities.
Finally he was able to stop and he looked up to see who his rescuer was.
“Eddie?” he murmured. “What happened?”
“Hey, babe,” Eddie whispered back. “Don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to keep throwing up whatever’s in your stomach, okay?”
Steve blinked at him a moment before he was forced to vomit again. It came out through his nose as well as his mouth. His nose was raw and his throat wrecked. But he couldn’t stop.
Tears ran down his face as he body continued to reject whatever it was that was causing this.
“That’s right, let it all out.”
Again Steve stopped and he looked up at Eddie mournfully. “I hate this.”
Eddie pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. “You think you can make the short walk to the bathroom?”
Steve nodded and went to go set down the bucket but Eddie stopped him.
“You might want to hold on to that just in case.”
Steve looked at Eddie then back at the bucket. He nodded.
“You hold onto your new friend Mr. Bucket,” Eddie said lightly, “and I’ll hold onto you. Okay?”
Steve nodded again and let Eddie help him to the bathroom. Eddie took the bucket and set it in the bathtub. He opened the toilet seat so if Steve needed to throw up, nothing would impede that and went in search of a spare toothbrush. He didn’t think that any of the guys would want Steve touching theirs and he wasn’t about to let him touch his.
“Eureka!” he whisper shouted. “When you feel up to it, you can use this to brush your teeth.”
Steve stared at him blankly like putting anything in his mouth would be a nightmare right then.
Eddie took a deep breath and held it for a moment. “Right, that’s not important at this moment. Got it. Priorities, Munson. Get it together.”
Tears streamed down Steve’s face and he whispered, “I’m sorry. I tend to ruin everything.” And then promptly began throwing up again. He started to shake as the vomiting and the cold got to him.
Eddie walked out and Steve really began to sob.
Then there was a warm blanket placed around his shoulders. “You didn’t ruin anything, Stevie. I promise I’ll tell you all about it when your well enough to hear it, but it wasn’t your fault.”
Steve sobs became hiccups then the hiccups became sniffles and then Eddie looked down to see that he had fallen asleep.
Eddie rocked him back and forth on the cold bathroom floor, trying hard to not fall in love with this man.
*
When Steve woke up a second time, he was in a cramped bathroom, wrapped in a warm blanket and pressed to Eddie’s side.
Eddie must have felt him stir. “Hey, baby. How you feeling?”
Steve buried his face into Eddie’s neck. “Like I’ve been run over. I didn’t think I drank that much to get this hungover.”
Eddie carded his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Do you still feel like you need to throw up?”
Steve lifted his head as he thought about it. “No. I feel like shit, but not like my guts are going turn themselves inside out.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad. Why don’t you take a shower and brush your teeth and I’ll set some clothes for you to change into on the toilet seat, okay?”
Steve nodded.
Eddie helped him to his feet and got the water in the shower started for him.
Steve stripped out of his clothes and got into the shower. He closed the curtain and just let the warm water wash over him. He thought hard about what happened last night.
The only thing he remembered was that he had been having a great time and then nothing. He heard the door open and then close quickly. He peeked around the curtain and saw the clothes on the toilet seat as promised.
Steve relaxed with a sigh. He looked around the shower and was surprised to see how neatly organized it all was. But he didn’t want to take anyone’s shampoo or anything so he just rinsed his hair instead. The body wash on the other hand was something he had to use. He opened each one to smell them, not wanting to grab something that would give him a migraine later.
He settled on the third one. It was woody, like pine. But not super strong or fake smelling. He got to work scrubbing himself down.
Once he no longer felt as though he’d been dragged out of hell by his balls he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the big fluffy towel that was on the hamper.
He dressed in the clothes Eddie had set out for him, complete with underwear. They still had the fold lines and wrinkles fresh from the pack. They were black boxers but then Steve couldn’t really see Eddie wearing anything else.
He slid them on and they were warm and comfortable. Next went the warm sweats and then finally the band shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked and felt like shit. There was nothing for it. He had to go out and face the music.
Or at least Eddie Munson, which as far as Steve was concerned was the same thing.
When he walked out into the main part of the apartment, he could tell it was still early enough that everyone else was in bed, but not so early that it was obscene to be seen awake after a night at the bar.
Steve slid into one of the bar stools at the counter and watched as Eddie made breakfast. Eggs, link sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns.
“That’s a lot,” he murmured. “I’m not sure my stomach is going to appreciate your effort.”
Eddie grinned. “It seems really counter-intuitive, but greasy foods tend fair better on hangovers and upset stomachs. You’d think it’d be the opposite, but nope.”
Steve cocked his head to the side. “Huh, I never would have thought it either.”
“Why don’t you call someone to let them know you’re okay, while I go rouse the boys?” Eddie suggested as he turned all the heat on the stove to low. He nodded to the phone on the wall.
“Robin!” Steve cried. He looked around for a clock for the exact time. “Shit! I was supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago!”
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angelbabyyy99 · 4 months
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Be Mine | Soldier Boy x curvy!reader
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Summary: Y/n Campbell was Hughie’s step-sister. One of the kindest and smartest women he’s ever known. After his girlfriend passed away, he was closer to her than ever. They did everything together. Up until one day, they went into this lab to free Soldier Boy; who’s been asleep for 40 years. When they get him settled in, Hughie warns his sister not to get tangled up with Soldier boy, but what will happen when Soldier boy takes matters into his own hands?
Quick side note: WHY DOES THIS TOXIC ASS HANDSOME DEVIL HAVE TO BE SO HOT? Like seriously, explain it to me because I don’t know why. But then again, he just wants to be loved and appreciated *sighs heavily.* Ben is making me into a sucker for him, swear. I’ll gladly write for him🤭🩷. But, ima do it differently to where he’s less of an idiot. But he’ll still be his asshole self💙 (but not really. The man is soft for the reader). Enjoy honey bees! (Reader is Hughie’s step-sister, has the same last name, because she changed it).
Warnings: 18+ Oral ( f + m receiving), fingering, squirting, BEN’S FILTHY MOUTH, pet names (sweet girl, sweetness, baby doll, honey). Dirty talk LOTS of it. BREEDING KINK, SPITTING. Slight Sub!reader. Soldier Boy has a thing for women in sundresses. (I said what I said). Feelings, sorta.. Fluff. Grumpy pants just wants to be loved🥲🩷. A brief mention of Ben’s PTSD. I think that’s it.
Word count: 4.1K (you’re welcome).
Enjoy honey bees🩶!!
Masterlist🖤
Tgm: masterlist🧡
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It wasn’t every day that you got to go into work with your brother. But this time around, you did because he and Billy had found their weapon to defend Homelander once and for all. Since you did go in, you dressed to impress. A nice pink floral print top with matching shorts with a matching coat and low cut heels, hair was down and you had glasses on. Your brother never told you what he would have you do, but you just knew that it involved a computer
As you and Hughie walked through the building, you walked the long and he pushed open double doors, letting you in first and you thanked him with a soft smile and walked in to see other people.
“Guys, this is my sister, y/n. Y/n that is, Annie, Billy, Frenchy, MM and Kimiko.” Your brother introduced you as you both walked downstairs. You waved shyly, taking a seat next to Annie, who gave you a warm smile. “Don’t worry, we’re the good guys.” You just nodded, exhaling shakily.
“What am I supposed to be looking for?” Billy passed you a folder and you opened it, eyes went wide as you looked at him then back of the folder.
“You’re looking into Soldier Boy? But why?”
MM replied, “because he’s the most powerful man ever, he could destroy Homelander and I want my revenge. He killed my family.”
You gave him a soft smile, “I’m sorry.” But he waved you off as if it was fine.
“What do you know ‘bout him, little dove?” Billy asks, looking into your eyes.
“U-uhm, not much, really. Just know that he got betrayed by his team and was used as a lab rat for the Russians.” You said with a shrug, “that’s about it.” Then your brother turned to Billy.
“Keep my sister outta this, Butch. She’s innocent in all of this mess. No reason to drag her along and have Soldier Boy kill her too.”
You just sat there, listening to them talk until Billy looked at you again, asking, “how good are you in self-defense, darlin’?”
You looked up with a confused look, “I dunno. Pretty decent, I guess. My other father taught me a little.”
Butcher smiles softly at you, “well, sweetheart, you’re gonna need it for where you’re going with us.”
What have you gotten yourself into?
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You looked at your brother, whispering, “we’re not gonna get arrested, right?” He chuckled softly while shaking his head.
“No Y/n, I promise to keep you safe, okay? C’mon, let’s go.” He promised and handed you a gun. You clicked off the safety, following the group into a facility. You glanced around nervously, holding your gun down while Kimiko and Frenchie and MM were by another glass box, when Frenchy taps it, the room flashes red and the alarm goes off.
“I told you not to tap it!” You heard MM say as guards broke down the door and started shooting. There were just bullets flying everywhere and a lot of yelling.
You ducked down as you shot a guard and gasped softly as everything went silent. Hughie came over to you, kneeling down, cupping your face in his hands. “Hey, hey, you’re alright.” He whispers as you sobbed quietly.
You just killed someone….
“Billy! This was why I didn’t want her to drag her around. You never listen.” Just as your brother suspected Butch wasn’t listening. He walked over to the ROD, opening the door-well more like pulling the door open and you saw some kind of gas coming out. You and your brother got up from the floor, looking closely into the ROD.
Soldier Boy was here? But he went missing in ‘84. Why did they keep him alive?
You all stepped back as Soldier Boy came out, breathing heavily while butt-ass-naked, walking over to the wall and blasting through it, hurting Kim in the process. Frenchy went over to Kim to check on her, but nothing. You all ran out of the facility back to the truck and MM tried his best to help Frenchy but he wouldn’t. He just kept talking in French.
Then they made it to the hospital, Hughie walked over to you, couching in front of you, nudging your knees.
“C’mon, let’s get you back.” You just nodded your head, following him out the door, walking back to the hotel and saw that Butcher waiting for him.
“The man is hungry, and you’re coming with me, Hughie. Let your kid sister babysit.”
He turns to you with hesitation, “do you mind? Just for a few minutes and I’ll be back, promise.” You just nod your head, holding up your bag, I’ll just change in the bedroom.” He nodded, kissing your cheek before running off with Billy. You sighed softly, walking up the stairs to the hotel room. You started to think how the fuck you were gonna face Solidier Boy. He’s a decade older than you were, but he sure was handsome for a supe.
You opened the door, sliding inside and headed towards the bedroom quickly, but you stopped in your tracks as you heard a deep sex on legs voice.
“Who the fuck are you?”
You turned around to see Soldier Boy in cross, a white tank top with a giant shirt over it and gray sweats that showed the outline of his cock. You swallowed harshly, fixing your glasses.
“I-I’m Hughie’s sister…” You said shakily as he chuckled. “You’re that fuckface’s sister? You’re too pretty to be related to someone like that.”
You giggled softly, covering your mouth but you saw Soldier boy’s lips curled up to a small smile.
“What’s your name, baby doll?”
“Y-Y/n.”
He smirks, getting up from the bed and starts walking towards you as you walk backwards until your back hits the wall. Soldier boy was now in front of you, his big arms on each side of your head, caging you in as he looked at you.
“Are you sure you’re his sister? Because you look nothing like him and you’re by far the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a long time.”
You blush at his compliment but nod your head anyway. “Yes I am, but step-sister.. Same father, different mother.” You said softly looking into his green eyes. They were so pretty. You really took a good look at Soldier boy. Trimmed beard, slightly long hair, freckles across his nose and face.
He truly is gorgeous.
“You’re pretty, Soldier boy.” You told him, glancing up at him through your lashes.
His face and eyes held this emotion that you couldn’t quite grasp.
“T-thank you, sweetness, but call me Ben and You’re gorgeous, baby.” He whispered back. You smiled softly at him, slipping from him by ducking under his arm and looking at him.
“I-I’m gonna go shower.. you’ll be alright by yourself?” You ask him whilst walking to the bathroom. He nodded and went back to his tv and you spun around, walking fast to the bathroom, closing the door leaning against it with a heavy exhale.
It’s not that you were scared of him because you weren’t, you were just slightly intimidated because he was tall, strong, big. The most powerful supe ever known beside Homelander.
You knew you couldn’t like him because your brother will always tell you that he’s too old for you and that you’re just a kid. But you were only 22, practically an adult and if you wanted to like Ben then so be it.
You stripped from your clothes and turned on the water, stepped inside and let the warm water hit your body. You grabbed the cheap soap and washed yourself thoroughly and raised your body off. You shut off the water, drying yourself off and went into your bag to grab a dress, bra and panties.
Yes you always carry extra clothes in your purse because you never know when you’ll need a shower or something to change it.
You clipped your bra in place by the clip that was in the front, slipped on your panties and put on your dress, smoothing it down. It was a pretty casual flower crossover dress, your hair rests on your shoulders and you smile at yourself. You open the door to only hear half of the something Ben was saying, “I didn’t mean to hurt those people. I’m not a bad guy.” Then you heard your brother ask, “but that won’t happen again, right?”
Ben replied, “only if they got it coming..”
You felt your heart break. What has he been through?”
You inhale before coming from behind the wall and Hughie smiled when he saw you. “Hey kid. Are you okay?” You nodded softly and walked over to Ben, sitting next to him and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together with his. Hughie and Ben stared at you, but mostly Ben just kept looking at your hands tangled with his large one.
“Stop looking at me like I’m crazy, Hughie.” You said in your soft voice just as the door opened and Butcher came in closing the door behind him.
“Oi, oi.”
Your brother sat up straight, “you’re bleeding.”
“Not mine. Got an address.” Butcher told Ben, but looked down at your hands and looked at the both of you. “I interrupted somethin’?” But you shook your head, tightening your grip on his hand.
“No, we uh, we’re just talking.”
“Good, we’re off to Vermont.”
Ben just sat there quietly, gripping your hand even tighter, but sighs softly, loosening his grip on your hand. Then Ben gets up, dragging you along with him, pushing you against the wall with the advantage of holding your hand. You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Promise me that you’ll stay here. And not leave me or this hotel room, y/n.”
You nodded vigorously, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Promise me, y/n!” He growled, itching closer to your face. His green eyes were dark. “I promise Ben. Promise I won’t leave you or this hotel.”
Ben sighs, dipping down to press his surprisingly soft lips to yours. You moved your lips with his, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, fingers tangled in his long hair whilst his wrapped around your lower back and one hand on the back of your neck and the other one, squeezing the plush of your hips.
“You look fuckin’ sexy in that dress. I’m trying my hardest not to rip it off you, baby doll.” He muttered in the kiss, pulling away to move to your jaw, you tilt your neck to the side, giving him more access. His body was pressed against yours, pining you to the wall. You moaned softly as he reached your pulse and sucked it.
“Ben..” You mewled softly as he took your leg resting it on his hip while grinding himself on your core.
“Fuck. Say my name again, honey.” And you did, but Butcher called out, “if you two are done fucking like horny teenagers, we’ve got a mission to get to, Soldier Boy.”
Ben groaned in your neck, causing you to giggle softly and drop your leg. He pulled away from you and kissed you again.
“Don’t go anywhere, princess. I’m not done with you yet.” He said with a wink and walked out with Butcher and your brother. You exhaled sharply, touching your swollen lips.
Fuck. You were in trouble.
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You paced around, biting your bottom lip as you waited for Butcher, you brother and Ben to walk through the door. You wanted- no need to know if they all were okay. Your head lifted up so fast, almost giving whiplash as you saw them walking through the door and Ben slamming the bathroom door, making you jump.
“What the hell happened, Hughie?” You ask, pointing to the door. Your brother sighs, rubbing his hands down his face.
“Homelander got away and then Soldier Boy must’ve heard something that triggered him and blew up everything.”
You walk to the bathroom before your brother could stop you and you knock on the door. “Go away, you fuckface. I don’t wanna talk.” He said but it was muffled through the door.
“Ben.. I-it’s me..” you hesitated. It was quiet until you heard the lock click. You pushed the door open gently to see him in full gear, sitting on the floor with his back on the wall.
“I don’t need a therapy session from you, sweetness. I’m fine.” He told you without looking at you. You locked the door again and sat next to him.
“Okay, so what do you do when you’re on edge?”
“Smoke a reefer, snort some bennies, drink or fuck.”
“Use me.” You blurted out, getting up to kneel down in front of him, forcing him to look you in the eyes.
But he shook his head, “can’t do that sugar. You’re too sweet. I’ll ruin you just like I did with everything else. You don’t want that.”
You move closer to him, setting yourself between his thighs, draping your arms on his shoulders.
“You said to me, don’t leave you and I’m not leaving you. Use me Ben. Get all that pent up anger and frustration out. Take it out on me.” You replied, leaning in as he stared into your eyes intensely.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, baby doll. You got a safe word?” He asks, pulling you into his lap, holding you close to him.
You hum in response, “yes. Pineapples.” He snickers softly, “cute. Alright sweetness, whatever and I mean whatever you don’t like you use that fucking safe word, you hear me?”
You nod, “yes Ben. I promise.”
“Good girl.” And roughly pressed his lips to yours making you squeal as they moved together. You laced your nails in his hair, gripping it tightly making Ben growl and wrapping an arm around you holding you close to him as he got up from the floor, pushing your back to the sink as you continued to make out heavily. He started taking off his suit, pulling away from the kiss, nudging his chin lazily towards your dress.
“Get that pretty little thing off now and get on your knees, pretty girl.” He demanded whilst looking at you with such hunger in his eyes. Your hands went to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms as he started touching himself slowly while watching you strip.
You moved your eyes down to his cock and felt your mouth salivate at the thickness of it. You let your dress pool at the bottom of your feet, standing there in just your pink lace bra and panties.
“C’mere.” He drawls, leaning against the wall still stroking himself. Your eyes didn’t move from his hand as he kept playing with himself. You then looked up at him while getting on your knees, replacing your hand with his. Ben watched your every move.
“So what do you want to do now, baby?” You whisper with a small smirk on your face as you flick the underside of his beautiful cock, showing the tongue piercing you got a while ago while keeping your eyes on his.
You leaned forward placing little small kisses on his dick while remaining eye contact. He really was a sight for sore eyes.
“You’re already doing a good job, sweetness. You sure you ain’t a virgin?”
You giggled, shaking your head. “No I’m not. Just been awhile since I had sex. Guess we both could use some relief, huh, Ben?” You said seductively, putting your hand on the base of his cock, sticking out your tongue and slapped the head on the little ball on your tongue, tasting the pre cum that was oozing out of his red angry tip.
“Fuck, you have a piercing? That’s so hot. I wanna feel it more.” He told you, throwing his head back as you put the tip in your mouth, sucking softly. Then move your mouth down to his balls making him sigh heavily, “oh fuck, yeah.” He moaned, tangling his thick fingers in your hair and tighten’ his grip and you moaned at the sting.
“Such a good girl, aren’t ya, sweetheart? Suckin’ my fucking balls while your brother in other room. Look at me.” He growled, pulling your head as you had his balls in your mouth while your hand was jerking his thickness.
“I should make you my own personal slut. What d’ya think baby girl, wanna be daddy’s personal fuck toy? Get to use that pretty little pussy whenever I want.”
You don’t think you’ve ever had a man talk this dirty to you before and you loved it.
You moaned, pulling back to answer, “yes daddy. I’ll be your personal fuck toy and you could fuck me whenever you want, cum inside of me all the time.. making me so full.” You purr as you put his cock back in your mouth, bobbing your head while keeping your eyes on him.
He moaned loudly, using your hair for leverage to make you go faster. You braced your hands on his thighs as you let him use your mouth. You could feel the tears sting your eyes but you didn’t mind it.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Fuckin’ take my cock. You look so beautiful on your knees for me.” Ben praises and it went through to your core as you moaned again around his cock, but before he could cum, he took his cock out of your mouth and kissed you hungrily. You returned it with more passion as he lifted you up on the counter, dropping to his knees and ripping your panties in half.
“Ben!”
“Shut up, I’ll buy you new ones. Now let me continue.” Was all he said and buried his face in your pussy. Your hands flew to the back of his head, pushing him closer as he ate you out like a starved man. You moaned loudly as his beard added a delicious burn to your thighs
“Fuck- daddy, please.” You pleaded as he put two fingers inside you, moving them at a fast pace that had you gasping for oxygen. Never in your 22 years of living has anyone been this rough to you. And you were loving every minute of it.
“Yeah? Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell daddy what you need.” He said, curling his fingers to your spongy spot, causing you to choke out a moan and gripping his hair making Ben look at you with dilated pupils.
“Make me squirt for you, Ben. Show me how a real man makes his woman cum.”
He growls loudly, diving right back into your pussy, flicking his tongue at the same time he moves his fingers while his other hand is jerking himself off.
“You’re touching yourself while eating my pussy? That’s so hot. Yes yes yes, right there. Ben!” You said with a squeal, bucking your hips on his face and he gladly accepted it.
Ben kept the same pace, flicking his tongue on your clit, his hand on top of your small tummy, moving his thumb along with the tip of his tongue. You dipped your head back, hitting it against the mirror with a soft ‘thud’ as moans and whispers left your mouth.
“You taste so good, sweet girl. Fuck, I have to fuck you before this over before it even started.” He said but it was muffled. Ben then got up from the floor and gripped your hip in his hand, pulling you towards the edge of the sink, grasping the base of his cock, coating it in your slickness and pushed himself in with one hard thrust. You screamed silently, lips agape looking at him with hazy eyes as he fucked you hard.
“God. You feel so good, honey. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. You’re takin’ me so well.” He mumbles, thrusting his hips against yours, gripping your hips so tight that you’re sure it was gonna start bruising the next morning.
“You’re so big, Ben. Your cock stretches me out so fucking good, daddy.” You whined softly as he went even harder. Ben grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you forward staring into your soul as you stared back at him while licking your lips with a smirk.
“Call me that again. Gonna be daddy’s good little slut and take what I give you, sweetness? Gonna make you squirt so good for me… Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He babbles, thrusting his hips as hard as he could.
“Daddy, spit in my mouth.” You said, sticking out your tongue to where he could see the tiny ball. Ben gathered some saliva and spit it in your mouth, putting his fingers deep in your throat.
“Goddamn baby, you’re my favorite. I’m keeping you from now. Never getting rid of you. C’mon princess, need you to cum for me. Soak daddy’s cock now!” He demands, rubbing your little nub roughly while his hand was still gripping the back of your neck so you couldn’t move away. Your pussy clenched around him, choking out a loud moan as you gashed all over him. He laughs darkly, still rubbing your clit hard. “Yes. Yes, that’s my good girl. Keep ‘em coming sweetness. You’re a big girl, you can take my cock or you can’t? Is it too big for your pretty little pussy? Can feel it in your stomach, gonna get you pregnant with my kid. Our son. God! You’re going to make me so cum much for you, sweet girl.”
You had tears running down your face at the intensity of this. You mewl, slurring your words, “I..I can take it, promise daddy. You fuck me so good. You own this pussy. Yours forever. G…Gonna cum so hard for you, Ben. Please, please, yes, get me pregnant. Give it to me, baby. I want it so bad.”
He nodded with a dark smile, “uh huh, fuck yeah, you are. And of course I own this pretty pussy. Best fucking lay I’ve had in awhile. And shit, you sound so hot while you’re cock drunk, cum now.” Once he said it again, you started gashing harder than ever on him which triggered his orgasm, painting your walls white while he was so deep. You both were breathing heavily as Ben pulled out, making you hiss and you heard him cruse again.
“That’s a fuckin’ sight sweetness. Gonna be cumming inside you every fucking day.” He promised as he grabbed a cloth to clean you up and helped you to the ground. You looked up at him to find him already staring and dipped his head down to capture your lips again.
“Be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend, I promise I’ll work on talking to you about… About how I feel. But I can’t promise you that I will tell you everything because I don’t-“ He began but you cut him off by kissing him again and pull away, pressing your head against his.
“Shh, it’s okay. What you went through was traumatic for you. We don’t have to talk about it. I’ll always be there to listen when you do. When you come to me at your own pace.”
He chuckled softly, “where were you back in my day? Women didn’t understand or care what happened to me. I’m glad I met you.”
You both just stood there naked and that’s when you heard your brother.
“WHAT THE FUCK? NOW I AM TRAUMATIZED FOREVER!
You and Ben started laughing hysterically.
You were going to like living here.
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I PROMISE YOU Poor Hughie was already outside when Ben decided to almost take you against the wall😂🩵. But I really wanted to make him soft, but like also himself in the sex appeal sorta way, if that even makes sense at all. Yeah, soft Ben is my favorite🤍.
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Breeding/Pregnancy sex HCs with Kurapika!!
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warnings: breeding, pregnancy sex, lactation, overstimulation, creampies(like a lot of them), Kurapika drinks your milk, he calls you mommy, cockwarming
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-Kurapika finally letting it be known he intends on getting you pregnant
-He’s fucking into you, pulling away from your lips to gaze into your eyes. “So pretty, so fucking pretty… gonna fill you up… gonna be so pretty with a baby bump…”
-“F-fuck… gonna be such a good mommy, oh fuck! Taking my cock so good…”
-And he’s panting, so pussy drunk that he just says “mommy, mommy… such a good mommy… “ over and over…
-You swear Kurapika is ovulating when you are, because the entire time he’s just like “GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT!!!”
-He keeps a log of your period and when you go into ovulation. And he just stuffs you full of cum the entire time, and he cannot keep his hands off of you.
-“Pika it’s like you’re in heat or something. I’m the one that’s supposed to be super horny!!”
-You wake up to him sleepily rutting into you while shoving his hand up your shirt.
-“Pika… sleepy…”
-“Shh, shh… gotta… gotta fill you up, okay?”
-And you whine, your tummy is already so full of cum and you’re sore, but he just feel so good inside you, and it helps when he reaches an arm around to rub at your clit.
-“See, angel? Feels good, doesn’t it? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, okay?”
-And he presses a kiss to your temple, before snuggling into your warmth, his hips plapping against your ass.
-Sometimes he likes to press down on your tummy and watch his cum ooze out. “Aww… looks like I’ll have to fill you up again, sweetheart. You leaked all over the bed…”
-“P-Pika… please, too full…”
-“Angel, there’s plenty of room now. Now come on and stick your tongue out for me.”
-Kurapika sucks on your tongue as he continues pounding into you, his hands massaging your doughy thighs.
-Kurapika has a pretty high stamina, and can go as many rounds as you want.
-One night, he’s been going for nearly three hours, and you’re so so sleepy. You whimper as he cums inside you again, only to feel him continue moving shortly after.
-“Kurapikaaa I’m sleepy…”
-He shushes you with a few kisses. “I know angel, just one more time okay?”
-And you pout. “That’s what you said thirty minutes ago…”
-“I know, I know… I just can’t help myself… you keep sucking me back in angel, you’re just so pretty when you’re all full of my cum.”
-He’ll hold you so gently as he pounds into your cunt, making you whine.
-You’re not getting any sleep anytime soon…
-He can go on for hours, his record being 6. Though he’ll stop if you genuinely want him to, before that he’s going to keep going until you’re stuffed.
-Besides, isn’t it better to have a fresh, warm load of cum fill you up? He just wants to take care of his precious angel!
-He’s the type of mfker who will make you sit with you hips on a pillow while he leaves to grab you a snack and drink. “I’ll be right back angel, try to stay still.”
-And he’s so sweet and doting after you’ve taken so much of his cum. Will feed you snacks and cuddle you as much as you want
-He’s also the type to try and plug you up again with his cock.
-“Shh, shh, I know you’re sleepy. I won’t move, just gotta make sure none gets out, princess.”
-And you’ll try your best to fall asleep while he’s balls deep inside of you, but it’s not exactly easy when he sleepily ruts into you in the middle of the night
-It doesn’t take long for you to get pregnant. And after that the doting just increase tenfold.
-And when you’re pregnant he is so sweet. He’s so gentle and will take good care of you. When he’s there you’re always in his lap so he can feel your baby bump and massage your aching back and feet.
-He’ll scold you for still chasing around Killua and Gon, but yell at them even more later for making you do so. Leorio comes over regularly to give you check ups. The boys watch from the hallways anxiously, Kurapika holding your hand as Leorio gives you a clean bill of health.
-Kurapika discovers that if he hits a certain spot when he’s fucking into you while you’re pregnant, you’ll leak milk… makes him go feral.
-he NEEDS to squish and knead your breasts, squirting your milk onto his tongue. It doesn’t take him long to actually latch on, taking your sweet milk from the source.
-he gets hard when he sees you leaking through your shirt… “let me take care of that, angel…”
-he needs to keep you on his cock throughout your pregnancy. lots of cockwarming and cuddling. he’ll read to you and the baby while he keeps you sat on his cock, gently running his hand over your baby bump. honestly this is just how he feels the most connected to you, and it’s so comfy for him.
-He’ll just coo in your ear as he rubs your baby bump, occasionally bouncing you gently. “My beautiful angel, such a good mommy.”
-After your pregnancy honestly you end up feeling a lil empty because you got so used to him just pulling you over to the couch and sitting you on his cock
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