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sweet-as-an-angel · 2 months
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So um...saw that giant!könig post...
How would he react to the reader being pregnant? Like, as they're preggo, how he would accommodate them and prepare them for the birth? If it'd be a cesarean, what would he do? I'm just feral over the idea, and I'd love to see more if you want!
Please and thank you, ignore if you desire!
Hello there, my Sweet, and thank you for writing in !
Warnings: Size Kink, Implied Baby Trapping, Mentions of Pregnancy, Mentions of Childbirth, Mentions of Pain, Mentions of Blood, Fem! Reader.
He'd honestly react with shock - like he hasn't been trapping you in a jar and creating contraptions beyond mortal comprehension for this express purpose.
Nevertheless, he's overjoyed and, initially, floored by the news.
Best believe he's got the squad (the two people he knows) on speed-dial and is 100% divulging every detail of your newfound pregnancy to them.
Bragging 24/7 about how he got a human pregnant, how Ghost and Horangi have never even touched a human, how-
Oh, they hung up.
As for the accommodations he'd make, he'd search for the best doctor around (preferably a human one, though you'll have to convince him that you want one simply because you think they'll have a higher chance of delivering the baby safely compared to a Giant doctor and not because you want their help to try and escape him). And, once he finds one, he'll be counting down the days until your due date.
If you run even a day late, he'll begin to fret - starts mourning the family he hasn't even obtained yet.
Yes, you will need to calm him down. No, it shouldn't be your job, but you aren't exactly in a position to argue with a Giant who is busy holding back tears at the prospect of losing you and your baby.
He's absolutely useless during childbirth, btw. CanNOT stand even the thought of blood, never mind the prospect of it coming from you.
He'll likely spend most of the labour period almost fainting. He nearly keeled over when your tiny grip around his finger (which he let you hold for physical support) tightened during a particularly harsh contraction. Many a tear and a whimper were held back that day.
It's all worth it in the end, though.
König couldn't be happier with the result: a happy, healthy baby and a wife he can raise it with.
Even if you aren't here of your own free will, the fact that you're here at all is what keeps König sane.
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I saw that your requests are open so I wanted to ask if you could write something for Charles Leclerc with All of the Girls You Loved Before by Taylor Swift, please 🙏 ❤️ you can ignore this if you want.
All The Girls You Loved Before - Charles Leclerc
First of all, I want to apologise SOOOO much, this has been in my requests for agggggeeeeessss. I am so so so sorry. I promise I wasn't ignoring it, I just couldn't remember the song off the top of my head or the lyrics and I kept forgetting to check.
But here is it. I hope you like it after such a long wait :)
Bit of a slow burn. across...nearly all of Charles' relationships. For the purposes of the timeline we're pretending Charles and Alex were short-lived to step aside for y/n.
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2019
Y/n tilts her head as she watches the young Ferrari driver walk in, crowded with attention. He's not had any shortage of attention but something that most people over look is Charles' way with his girlfriend Giada.
Four years together now and there's even been rumours about him possibly having proposed.
To y/n she wishes she had that. Not just a relationship, but that exact relationship with Charles.
She just started an internship for RedBull's marketing team but her focus is solely on Charles Leclerc. The rookie who got lucky and broke every rule that Ferrari has for their drivers, choosing experience over the risk of a fresh face. His rookie year in Sauber and blatant skills earned him a seat in Ferrari and in recent history the youngest Ferrari driver, over all the second youngest.
"Y/n." Pierre calls making her whip her head around away from his friend. "What are you doing?"
"Oh uhh...nothing just looking around." Y/n lies earning a nod as she shoots him a smile. "Do you want to help choose the pictures to post for your track walk?"
And like that, those feelings are tucked away from sight. Hopefully for her crush on the man who is in a relationship to be pushed aside until it disappears into nothing.
2020
Despite Charles breaking up with Giada, he's dating a new girl. Charlotte, who is probably the most perfect person for him. He seems happy and the way he and Charlotte interact is proving harder and harder for y/n.
They've also formed a bit of a casual friendship, slightly more than acquaintances but he doesn't got out of his way to speak to her.
"You are staring again." Max whispers into her ear making her gasp and jump, turning around quickly. Max caught on quickly to the newly appointments social media assistant's crush when they came back from covid lockdown.
"Shut up." Y/n frowns nudging him away. "I'm not staring anyway, I'm thinking about how much happier social media teams looking in other teams. Probably because they don't have to deal with you."
"You should just tell him." Max states making her scoff.
"He is in a happy long term relationship and he is a good enough boyfriend that he wouldn't cheat."
Well if rumours aren't truth then that's the case, but if they are maybe Charles would cheat.
2021
Y/n sighs as she looks at Charles struggle his way through yet another race. It's safe to say that Ferrari just didn't deliver with the car this year.
Charlotte isn't here either.
Now, y/n never reaches out to make a conversation with Charles. But he does spot her and stop by her at the Red Bull unit.
"Hello, y/n. How have you been?" Charles greets making her looking up from the phone she'd quickly diverted her gaze when he looked at her. Definitely catching her but he's too polite to address it.
"I'm good...how are you? Settling in well with the new teammate? Max was saying about how Carlos was a great teammate in Toro Rosso."
"I like him as a teammate-I do miss Seb-"
"But the two are you are good friends." Y/n nods, ignoring the flutter in her chest as she speaks with him. "So is there no Charlotte this weekend?"
"Ah, no she is busy with her studies. But she will come to the next one. We don't really get to spend as much time together as it looks like. When she does come to the races, it's hard to really pay attention to her with everything else going on." Charles admits, not even sure why he's opening up about it but maybe he needed to just say it to someone.
"Charles...is everything ok?" Y/n asks softly before she swallows thickly knowing really they aren't close enough for her to push him for more information.
"Yes, of course. Is everything ok with you?" He asks looking like he genuinely wants her to answer with no lie.
"I'm great. Just working like always." Y/n nods in gesture to her phone and laptop. "Making Max part take in social media stuff or get pictures of him that he doesn't try to purposely sabotage is harder than you'd think."
"I can imagine." Charles chuckles before his phone buzzes. "Speaking of sometimes difficult. I have to go. I'll see you later, y/n."
"Oh yeah, um see you later." Y/n nods feeling her face burn, but he's already gone answering his phone in French which is beyond her knowledge of language. Though she'd love to be taught French.
2022
Charles has broken up with Charlotte and is single.
Max has been poking her about getting the courage to go and try with Charles.
But it felt like the wrong time and instead she decided to just befriend him properly, hoping to at least become a more significant person in his life and get to know him more.
No progress in the romance side but their friendship is blooming.
"Y/n." Charles smiles spotting her in the paddock as he arrives only just behind her making her turn quickly and smile tiredly. "Oh you look tired, are you alright?"
"Yeah...Red Bull has a lot going on with a competition for the livery and it's more complicated to arrange Than the social media manager thought so instead...I've been told to handle it."
"You can always hide away in the Ferrari unit...we might need to get you a disguise." Charles jokes then putting an arm around her in a one armed hug that she does slightly fall into.
"One day I might just take you up on that. Purely out of curiosity of what it's like in there." Y/n giggles before she looks at him.
"You are always welcome...just not in your uniform."
"Well, maybe I'll get the courage to accept the invitation one day." Y/n hums, eyes lighting up while Charles smiles at her. "I should go, but I'm sure I'll see you later...especially if I'm running to hide from Christian and Max."
2023
Despite what felt like progress, coming into 2023. Charles had a new girlfriend. She's perfect and honestly y/n was sure that no other woman would be nearly adequate for Charles after that.
They didn't grow to have the same closeness in the beginning of 2023 as they did at the end of 2022. Y/n invested making Red Bull's social media and also taking on the duties of Max's accounts via his request since apparently he trusts her.
But then Alex stopped appearing shortly after Silverstone and Charles' efforts to get y/n's attention were active again. In fact they weren't just active, they were painfully obvious to everyone else in the paddock.
"You realise Charles is trying to get your attention right?" Danny states as he joins the Red Bull guys for yet another social media post.
It's getting more and more obvious to y/n (and the res of the world) with every request for y/n that post Danny on social media, he could be making his return to the Red Bull team faster than Checo understands.
"I wouldn't-"
"None of your business." Y/n states cutting Max off since the world reigning world champion has learned the hard way not to talk about it.
It’s not as if y/n is really mad about it she just doesn’t want other people in her business. The paddock can be a cruel place to recieve judgement especially on relationship or in this case not a relationship.
“Told you.” Max sighs while y/n smiles gamely and raises her middle finger only for Danny to capture the moment between the two on camera.
“Say hello to Instagram.” Danny instructs earning a fake smile.
Only a couple hours later, y/n is with Charles again and this time around Charles seems to be building up to something.
"Y/n, I was thinking. We should go on a date." Charles states making her look at him in shock of the fact he even asked.
"I'd love to." Nearly 5 years of crushing on this man and this could actually finally be the dream come true.
They arrange the date for after the race and it turns into the first of many. Then they start travelling together and by the São Paulo gp, the two are inseparable unless in the paddock when they both have to divide to their teams.
But what really made headlines was "Charles Leclerc switches teams for romance? Ferrari driver spotted kissing Red Bull dressed team member"
Y/n yawns waking up beside Charles grinning as yet another morning proves this isn't a dream but's it's real. She really is waking up with a man that she'd always thought would be the perfect partner but always just beyond her reach.
"You are staring." Words he says too much, but has no idea he is not the only one to say it when it comes to her watching Charles with unwavering eyes.
"I like looking at beautiful things." Y/n's smiles before she giggles when he looks at her raising an eyebrow. "Good morning."
"Good morning, mon amour." Charles smiles moving over to her and kissing her softly. "You are so beautiful. But you never let me stare."
"Because it's intimidating when you stare. It's like you're looking into my soul and finding things I didn't even know existed there."
Y/n isn't foolish enough to think that she's the only one fortunate enough to love Charles, but she knows for certain not one of those girls before loved Charles the way that she loves him. But even more than that, Charles loves her in a way that he's never loved another girl before too.
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multific · 5 months
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A Proof of Love
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Jason x Reader
Summary: Jason just couldn't look away from you.
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He watched in complete awe as you held your baby in your arms.
The little boy, born a couple weeks ago, had him worried.
He helped you deliver the child, and Jason would be lying if he said he wasn't extremely anxious.
He was also said to see how his son resembled him more than Jason hoped.
The young boy although wasn't as deformed as Jason himself, Jason still felt guilty.
But much like with your husband, the little boy didn't scare you at all.
Jason watched as you lifted him into your arms for the first time and you cried.
He misunderstood at first, preparing himself for the worst when you simply said: "My beautiful little boy."
And since that day, Jason never wanted to stop watching you with your son.
Every day, he knew he had to leave and look around the camp, but he found himself going back to the bunker earlier than usual.
Jason never felt happier.
To hear your giggles or the soft snores of your son.
This time, he found you with the baby lying on your chest as you sat in the chair.
Your hand running up and down his little back as he slept soundly.
You smiled at Jason when you saw him enter the room.
"He tired himself out. He was crying. I think he was missing you." Jason walked over, he knew he had to do something, he just wasn't sure what.
You stood up and handed him the baby.
Jason sat down into his chair as now he had the baby.
"I love seeing him with you." you said as you watched the two with a smile. "I can tell he loves you very much, you are really good to him."
Jason wanted to say something, tell you that he was amazed every time he saw your son with you. He wanted to say how much he adored the way you sang to him. He wanted, but he couldn't.
And yet somehow, you understood.
"I think, since he is a combination of the two of us, and we love each other so much, he got it from us. He got our love for each other and so, he loves us just as much. Does it make sense?"
Jason nodded.
It did.
It did make sense.
The little boy was a proof of your love, and he loved you two just as much as you love each other, if not more.
Jason held out his other hand to you and you understood immediately.
You went over to him and sat in his lap, his free arm wrapped around you as he now held you both.
You laid your head on his chest, your let out a sigh as you felt quite sleepy now. It also didn't help how Jason was running his hand up and down your back.
You moved your arm around his neck and placed a kiss on his mask.
"I love you very much, Jason."
He knew.
He wanted to say it back, he desperately wanted to.
"L-love." he ended up saying and you smiled.
You understood.
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kurtenshi · 9 months
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Hello! Your writing is just mwah! Chiefs kiss. I was wondering if you would write headcanons for the uppermoons + muzan reacting to muzans SUPER smart 15 year old daughter winning a NOBEL PRIZE in physics (she graduated college at 8 years old.) Shes always really kind and sweet to the uppermoons and her favorites (besides her father) are akaza and douma. So shes running through the infinity castle yelling in excitement to anyone that will listen to her. She couldn't be happier, she runs into doumas arms screaming. But how would the uppermoons react? Are they proud? Perhaps impressed? Would her dad be happy for her?
I really hope you like this idea!!
MUZAN + THE UPPER MOONS REACTING TO YOU WINNING A NOBEL PRIZE VERY YOUNG (A.K.A LITTLE GENIUS)
-> Headcanons | Warnings; none, just the use of a fake name for the reader since Muzan goes undercover in the human society | a/n: bless you anon you've given me back motivation even just for one post 🫡 I hope you enjoy :) oh also daki and gyutaro aren't included but it's just because I don't think they would have reacted much lol
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The king of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, would have never found himself reading a newspaper until you came over running to him, holding one in your young, smart hands.
Seeing you rush to get to him, he'd glance at you, maybe even raise an eyebrow if he was intrigued, and go back to whatever he was doing as he awaits you (he just senses you kilometers away).
Even once you arrive at the lab, he'd still be working on his immortality potions without a care in the world.
You being excited and thrilled (as you should), you almost shove the newspaper in his face or hands, which forces him to take a break.
“Dad! I have an announcement to make!” you'd smile brightly, a giddy feeling burning within you.
Despite being a step ahead of everyone in most cases, for once, he had no idea what you were about to say.
“Alright, care to enlighten me?” he had now stopped his fixation on his experiments a bit more to pay attention to the news you came to deliver.
Wordlessly, you point at the newspaper that had fallen onto his lap, making his gaze shift to it, reading the following headline: “Y/N NAKAMURA, YOUNGEST PERSON TO RECEIVE A NOBEL PRIZE IN HISTORY”
When he looks back at you, you're holding the Nobel prize in physics in your hand, full of anticipation as you search for a reaction behind those bloody eyes of his.
“Physics I see,” as he scrutinizes the prize slowly, he knows how important this win is, for both you and him.
“You've done well, this is a remarkable and respectable prize to receive. What did your thesis and research consist of?”
Whatever that may be, he's interested and listens carefully to your ramblings since he might find crucial information that may help in his experiments.
“Well, congratulations on the Nobel prize, I wouldn't have expected anything less from my daughter. I sense the upper moons aren't yet aware of your excitement, come back here in 5 minutes if you will.”
You know it wasn't really an “if you will” situation with him (was it ever?) and more of a “you leave now” one, so you just complied and exited his lab within the infinity castle, impatience battling your patience more harshly as the minutes passed.
At last, 5 minutes had passed and you got to get back inside, expecting your father to have moved his lab somewhere else, but instead, you see the uppermoons in different corners of the place, seemingly waiting for something to happen.
Muzan appears spontaneously, and you don't fail to notice how the upper moons tense up even the slightest bit at his appearance.
“Muzan-sama, as delightful and honored I am to be in your presence, may you enlighten us as to why we are united here today?” Doma, cheerful as always, inquired.
“You are here to listen to quite the announcement, which my daughter will be making; I expect discipline of you.”
“We will ensure that Muzan-sama,” Akaza replied.
Without another word, your father left and it was now your turn to enter. “Upper moons! Hello to you all.”
“Kibutsuji-san, we hope you've been well,” Akaza bowed, tension now absent in the air.
Sighing playfully, you precise: “Akaza, I've already told you you can address me by my name, the honorifics and last name aren't necessary.”
I'm aware, but I refuse to go against Muzan-sama's will even in the most insignificant ways possible,” he answered, smiling a bit so that you wouldn't take any offense to his words, although you hadn't in the first place.
“Your father addressed an announcement you had to make?” Kokushibo questioned, earning a dramatic gasp from Doma.
“Come on Kokushibo-san, I haven't even had the opportunity to greet my favorite little demon yet!”
Simply eyeing him with his 6 eyes, he turned his head and let him talk.
“My, my! It's been far too long since we've last seen y/n, how have you been?”
What manages to catch them all off guard is a smile forming on your face, and you running right into Doma's arms to embrace him, screaming with joy. They'd heard a lot of screams before, but this really startled them, making Hantengu squirm (although, no one really cared).
“Doma! Guess what, I won an incredible thing today!” you cheered, pulling away to face the others too.
Amused, he pats your head and asks: “I'm sure you did, but what may that be?”
“I won the Nobel prize in physics!”
A silence ensues within the upper moons, mainly of shock and surprise. Gyokko finds himself speaking up first: “That's quite unexpected, but nonetheless expected from Muzan-sama's brilliant daughter; my deepest congratulations.”
Doma's lips spread into a wide smirk, rainbow eyes sparkling from the news: “I knew it! I always knew how much potential flowed in you, and I was always sure you'd continue Muzan-sama's impressive legacy. Not only are you physically strong, but your intelligence even goes beyond all imagination… You're quite the jewel! See Akaza-dono, I knew it from the very beginning when she was born, I told you she'd grow to become a talented and skilled demon.”
Akaza doesn't even glance at him, instead opting to take a few steps closer to you and smile: “I'm sure your father must have told you already, but you've accomplished an amazing thing by winning this honorable prize Kibutsuji-san. We're proud of you for leading your research to such success this way, especially so young, and even if I'm afraid this stupid upper moon two has overlooked that aspect I just want to assure you we've heard and admire you.”
Kokushibo, stoic as ever, adds: “It is indeed remarkable, congratulations.” while Doma, furious, literally starts to scold Akaza who couldn’t care less.
Overall, they're impressed someone so young managed to win a Nobel Prize and their respect for you has since increased drastically, and whenever they find themselves confused or curious about something related to your research you bet you’ll be the first person they’ll turn to for answers. 
They’re twice as happy knowing your win has appeased Muzan and knowing a demon has yet again proved to be equal and perhaps “superior” to humans.
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lex-lee-666 · 8 months
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Hello hello~ I've only seen ONE OR TWO fics of sub!Haitham. I. NEED. SUB. HAITHAM. PLS. I'm requesting a sub!Haitham x gn!afab!reader fic.
Yk, domming men who are most likely a sub is scrumptious but imagine domming BIG BOYS. DADDIES. TALL. MEN WHO ARE USUALLY CONSIDERED DOMS.
Seeing them crumble from your touch.. getting them overstimulated from a simple handjob + a suck on their nipples that are located on those damn huge man titties. Watching their face contort and smash your lips onto theirs to shut them up. All done infront of a mirror...
My idea was Al Haitham coming home from his duties all frustrated and shit so he became bratty towards reader. Reader just gave him a simple punishment. Do your magic! Thank you for reading my fantasies.
(if possible can you include bondage, edging, and over-stim?)
A/n: this. this is constantly on my mind 24/7. i couldn't be happier to write it. domming big men is my passion fr.
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♥︎・sub!alhaitham x dom!reader
♥︎・warnings: bratty behaviour, overstimulation, edging, bondage, degradation, orgasm denial, handjob, marking, nipple play, begging, slapping (1), slight manhandling? (Al Haitham is slammed against his desk idk what to call that).
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“Haitham!” you yelled, frowning when your lover didn’t answer your call.
“Haitham?” you called once again, this time heading for his study.
You found him sitting by his desk, his head resting on his hand as he angrily scribbled on papers that decorated the wooden surface.
“What do you want, y/n?” he gritted out, harsher than usual.
“Well, I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner and if you could help around a little bit becau-”
“You can’t finish a meal on your own, y/n? You’re seriously asking for my help? I’ve been dealing with almost everything around the academia while you’ve been doing what? Drawing little circles on papers and calling that work? The least you can do is make us dinner or at the very least, just leave me alone”
Your eyes widened at his words, and you couldn’t shake off the hurt feeling in your chest.
Your job as an architect was always a sensitive topic in your relationship with Al Haitham, something Kaveh, your colleague and Haitham’s ex-roommate, continuously warned you about as you started dating him but you didn’t really listen.
You didn’t think it would ever get to this.
“What are you saying?” you whispered, stepping closer to him.
“What I’m saying is, my job is harder than yours, I work much more than you do, so please, be a doll and quit making my life harder than it already is, okay?”
His condescending tone sparked flames of anger inside of you, making you glare at him hard, which in return made him roll his eyes.
“That’s a mean stare you got there. Now, if you don’t mind, there’s the door. Unless you’re coming in with a plate of Sabz meat stew, don’t bother coming in at all”
Before you could register what you were doing, your hand found his cheek, delivering a harsh slap that left a mark on his smooth skin.
“Don’t ever talk about me or my work like that again” you gritted out, poking your finger into his chest.
Instead of finding an angry expression staring at you like you expected, Al Haitham looked at you in a way that made you freeze.
His cheeks and lips were tinted red and his wide eyes were darting across your face.
You could recognise that look almost immediately.
It was the same look he gave you when you bossed around people who worked under you or whatever students you were tasked with teaching, or when you bargained prices with merchants, or whenever you were the one in control of a situation.
It was then and there that it finally clicked.
Instinctively, your eyes flew to his crotch, finding his dick straining against his pants, the sight confirming your doubts and setting the facts in stone.
“What is this?” you asked, your finger trailing up his boner as you relished in the way he sucked his breath.
“Don’t-”
Whatever objection he had was swallowed down by a moan when you gripped his cock, squeezing it painfully tight.
“I never imagined the great Academian Scribe could get turned on by this…” you whispered, palming his dick while your other hand slowly peeled his clothes off his body.
Al Haitham’s breathing quickened as he gasped for air, his eyes darting from your face to your hands, your teasing far too much for him to handle.
It didn’t take a genius to know he had never been teased like this, you could bet your right arm all of his sexual encounters involved him sticking his dick into someone willing and pulling out when he got what he wanted.
“You’ve never had someone do you like this, have you?”
If only you could record the way his face contorted when you teased his nipples, barely touching them.
He tried to grab your hands but you quickly swatted them away, continuing your sweet torture with one of your hands on his crotch and the other ghosting his pecks.
“Y/n..” he moaned, bucking his hips into your hand to increase the friction he so desperately craved.
“Look at you…” you whispered into his ear, burying your face in his hair, pulling on his nipples and relishing in the way he whined at the action.
His hands tried to reach for your wrists once again, but you had had enough, grabbing his wrist and slamming him onto his desk.
“You can’t do something as simple as keeping your hands to yourself?” you mocked, pulling his belt to tie his hands together behind his back.
You lowered his pants and took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking it, teasing the tip, your chest pressed into his back.
His moans got louder the longer you stroked him, and whenever you felt his stomach tighten and thighs shake, you would stop, edging him until his breathing was all ragged.
But he was too prideful to beg for you to make him cum.
“Don’t you want to cum, Haitham?” you teased, your answer being an involuntary whine that made him flush in embarrassment.
His hands flew to the papers, crumpling them as he groaned in frustration before he looked back and glared at you.
“What do you want to get this over with?”
Instead of replying, you peppered kisses on the back of his neck, sucking and leaving marks on various places on his neck, shoulders and back.
“Beg”
“Excuse me?”
“Beg for it, Haitham”
A small silence followed, then a quiet please landed on your ears, one you chose to ignore.
“Please..”
When Al Haitham noticed you weren’t letting up on your torture, his shoulders slumped and he sighed in defeat.
“Please, y/n, I want this torture to end, please…”
“You’re gonna need some practice, but since you asked so nicely”
You picked up your pace and marvelled at the way he unraveled underneath you, knowing that now that you have seen this side of him, there was no coming back.
Suddenly, his whole body tensed, and he came, his whole body shuddering with pleasure.
But you didn’t stop.
You kept going despite his squirming and his hands trying to break free from the restraints.
Seeing him helpless underneath you was something you wouldn’t replace with anything else.
“Even if you want to get treated like a slut next time, there’s no need to act like such a bitch”
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syrma-sensei · 11 months
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→ A Lioness's Home.
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pairing: daemon targaryen x lannister!reader.
rating: domestic fluff.
word count: 1.3k.
a/n: this is a sequel to my "a true victory" and "a dragon's glory". however, you need not to read the prequels, but it's preferable, though. the events of this fic take place during the ten-years time jump, but the plot doesn't necessarily follow the canon agendas.
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WITH WEALTH, DRAGONS, AND VALYRIAN BLOOD, you and your family found a fine living in Lys. And perhaps more than just fine living. Daemon and you are called the prince and princess of Lys; an honorary title given by the Lyseni people after the triumphant war led by your husband against Myr and Tyrosh over the Disputed Lands.
While Daemon was claiming yet another glory winning a war, you were claiming your own by preserving the free city's economy in maintaining the integrity of the trading path between Lys and Lannisport.
Lord Jason Lannister was more than thrilled and willing to help his sweet sister, and Ser Tyland couldn't be happier that their sister did not forget about her two lion brothers who love her immensely. Furthermore, Lord Tyland saw that in helping you, thus your husband, to ascend to power in foreign lands, it would push the dangers of the newly-reformed Triarchy away. The pirates of the Triarchy, as it seemed, did not wish to yield yet even after their gruesome loss in Stepstones at the hands of your husband and House Velaryon several years ago. Securing power in Lys would prevent the pirates to rise again, as your small family already owns three dragons, and the Lyseni people's favour.
When you were in your sixth month of pregnancy, with a very large bump in your belly, Daemon took you to the dragonpit to choose a dragon egg for your child together. You chose that special moment to tell Daemon, sheepishly, that he needed to pick two eggs and not only one. Your husband arched an eyebrow, letting the new information sink, then a wide and satisfied grin adorned his handsome face.
You suspected it during your fifth month, and the maester confirmed your qualms when he visited you for your monthly check-ups. You asked him not to speak to your husband of the matter, for you wanted to share the happy news with him in private and on distinctive occasion.
Taelon was the first to be born, his birth was easy, coming out without much fuss. Daenesya, however, was the one hard to deliver; your battle in labour continued for several hours before you finally heard her screams for air. Daemon never left your side during the whole process, encouraging you while you cried and screamed through insufferable pain. He dried your sweat and whipped your tears away from your face, reminding you that you're his fierce lioness and you could do it, while the Septas around you told you to hold your breath and push.
“Well done, my brave girl,” Daemon said proudly while holding both babies in his strong arms. “Well done.”
Daemon was true to his words and when your children's first name day came, the four of you took residence in Lys, where you were welcomed and treated with great hospitality.
Taelon and Daenesya are the epitome of exact opposites. Upon the first look, one would immediately say that your twin children are the mirror of one another; silver-gold long hair, and their eyes are amethyst flecked with emerald. However, one is quiet, calm, and leisure, and the other is unruly, chaotic, and headstrong. But both are of dragons and lions in spirit.
Your son's egg hatched after two years of his birth and gave him his precious Darkfyre. A beautiful dragon, with navy blue scales tinted by light cyan frames. His burning flames are of blue colour. Daenesya, on the other hand, her egg hatched after a year of her birth, and she was gifted her best friend Aeksyas. She's larger and wilder than Darkfyre. She has silver scales and golden eyes, and her flames are dark red. Daemon explained to you that dragons take after their riders, and you see it with your own eyes.
“Dracarys!”
Red and blue fire weave together, and from the purple flames Daemon emerges from while mounting Caraxes. A cheered applause acclaims from around you as your husband and children give them a dragon show. Among the spectators, you're the loudest and rowdiest; a proud wife and mother, watching her family proudly showing off the discrete dragonblood they have.
It's true that the people of Lys have the reminiscent of Valyrian blood, but the Targaryens are the only ones who are capable of taming dragons to their will in the Known World.
Nevertheless, your eyes are a tad more focused on your husband more the children. Daemon never ceases to mesmerize you with his riding skills, and the correspondence he has with Caraxes. The two share something really special, and you're never tired of watching over and over again. There were some times when you, eagerly, mounted Caraxes with Daemon for a ride. It was such a thrilling experience you don't mind to try it again. But in such occasions, you let the Targaryens do their thing while you stand their with charmed audience.
After a while of strutting their talent in the sky, the trio, led by Daemon, take their land on the ground. Everyone clapps for them, including you, before the three usher their mounts to the caves they've turned it into their own Dragonpit.
“Daemon, darling,” You say when the latter emerges from the cave pit, “You were marvelous up there,”
Daemon encircles an arm around your waist, pecking you lips. He smells of dragon and fire.
“Did you see Darkfyre's flames, mother!” Taelon gushes from behind, his face is slightly smudged by dirt and soot.
“Oh, I did, and they were magical, my cub!” You crouch a bit to whip his face with your handkerchief.
“Mother, did you see how pretty Aeksyas's wings are?!” Daenesya shrieks as she takes her father's side, clinging to his arm.
You chuckle amusedly, “She's the most beautiful dragon I've ever seen, my sweet.”
The four of you head to the carriage that's waiting for you to go home.
•••
After the three of them washed the dragon stench off of them, the four of you had supper. Then came Valyrian class for Taelon and Daenesya. The twins reluctantly escorted the maester to the library. And the two of you are left alone.
“Caraxes would be always my favourite dragon.” You whisper your secret to your husband as you reach the roof of your palace. It's where you and your husband spend some quality time together away from everyone's eyes. You sit on the padded floor, with your husband's head in your lap.
Daemon guffaws, “That would break Dani's heart; she thinks Aeksyas is your favourite, and she brags about it before Taelon.”
“Oh, really?” You arch a brow, “Wonder where did she get that idea from?”
Your husband smiles privately and leaves you with no answer, but you know him better. Daenesya is his favourite, and you can see why, she's practically the little version of himself.
You stroke his face gently, “I was thinking, husband,”
“What is it, my love?” He drawls as he relaxes into your touch.
“What do you think of visiting Westeros?”
His violet eyes snap open, and he gazes up at you, puzzled, “You want to go back there?”
“I do, but only for a visit,” You continue, “I'd like the children to see their homeland and be introduced properly to their kin. Also, I want to show my family off in court.” You smirk, flicking your hair behind your back.
“You little minx, you want a revenge, do you not?” Daemon returns your smirk with a sly one of his own.
Your grin grows wider, “Great minds think alike, my dragon. Yes, it's exactly what I want. I want to crush everyone who's belittled me in the past. If it pleases you, of course, my prince.”
There's a satisfied grin on the dragon's mouth, a proud one, even, “I do not mind at all, my fierce lioness. And let the small folk write songs about our love and how it conquered all...”
You chuckle giddily at him before pecking his lips, “Thank you, husband,” You grab his hand and kiss it, putting it against your cheek, “But know that it's neither Westeros nor Essos is my home...”
Daemon raises an eyebrow, “Where might it be then, my love?”
“You,” you answer with a pacing heart, “You're my one and only home...”
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Rough Patch – Joe Keery
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The honeymoon phase in a relationship is real. So is the reality check that always follows once you wake up. Joe and I got married a year ago. The months leading up to the wedding were incredible. I never thought I'd be happier.
When we got back from our honeymoon and things started to settle down, he went back to work and I focused on fixing up our apartment. When he went back to work, he was gone a lot more. It made the first year very difficult for us. He wasn't around and I would get overwhelmed having to take care of everything while he was gone.
I have tried to be a supportive wife, but it's getting harder and harder for me. It's gotten too hard to go months without seeing each other, barely talking on the phone. I couldn't help but get tired of the unanswered texts and missed phone calls. I am tired of celebrating things by myself.
The last time he left was a few months before our first anniversary. He swore up and down that he'd be back in time. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I called him tonight to figure out our plans. He is getting on a plane first thing tomorrow morning and will be home by lunch.
"Hey, you."
"Hey, baby. Happy Almost Anniversary!" I giggled excitedly. "I am so excited, I have the entire night planned from the minute you get home to the minute we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. I thought we could go to the restaurant we had our first date. You know, the one you also proposed to me at? What time is your flight supposed to be getting in? I could pick you up from the airport and we could get lunch and then. . ."
"Y/N," Joe cut me off.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not going to be back in time."
My stomach dropped at his words. "What are you. . . What do you mean you won't be back in town?"
"No," he sighed. "Sorry."
"But. . ."
"It's not like it's a big deal," he mumbled.
"It's our anniversary, Joe," I said, the tears I was pushing down turning to anger. "It is a big deal. It's the first anniversary of our wedding, Joe. You can't just not come home. What? Am I supposed to celebrate by myself? That's. . . That's pathetic."
"Calm down, Y/N," he sighed. "We can celebrate it when I get home."
"And when will that be?" I demanded. "We've been married a year and I don't think we've spent more than one week sleeping in the same bed. You're never home, Joe."
"I work," he said.
"I'm aware of that but. . ."
"And what am I supposed to do, Y/N?" He challenged. "Not work? Well, if I don't work then we will become homeless. I have to work, Y/N."
"I know you have to work, Joe. But I feel like you see your coworkers more than you see your wife."
"That's normal. It happens."
"It shouldn't," I corrected. "Normal people with normal jobs go home to their wives every night. I can't remember the last time you worked on a job here in town and came home every night to me."
"What are you saying?" He challenged again. "You want me to quit?"
"No," I said quickly. "You know I never want that. I just want to see you more, Joe. I'm sorry for missing my husband."
I hung up the phone, the tears I'd been fighting finally falling. I sat on our bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched my hands shake. I waited for my phone to ring but it never did. I fell asleep that night with dried tears on my face and no messages on my phone.
* * * * *
I woke up on our anniversary completely alone. I forced myself out of bed and barely got myself dressed. I wore a simple pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt. I slowly cleaned the apartment, going in and out of crying fits.
Around noon, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was calling me, my throat tightened. I let the phone ring as I saw Joe's contact picture. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. When it finally stopped ringing, I slowly walked away from my phone.
The day continued like that. I slowly went through my normal checklist of daily things to do, ignoring my phone that kept ringing. Around 3 o'clock, a delivery man came to the door and delivered flowers. I read the card but it didn't change how I felt.
I'm really sorry about not being there today. Please take yourself out to dinner and really spoil yourself. I will spoil you as soon as I get home. I promise! I love you, Y/N.
With Regret, Your Loving Husband, Joe.
I tossed the card onto the counter and left the flowers there. I didn't have the energy to accept his apology. This is what he always did. He missed important things, sent flowers, and came home acting like nothing happened. First, it was his birthday. Then it was Thanksgiving. He barely made it home on Christmas Day. He missed Valentine's Day. And now he was missing our anniversary.
I ordered some dinner and ate it while watching one of my favorite movies. Even my comfort movie didn't cheer me up. I threw away the trash and laid down on the couch. 
I was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. I slowly paused the movie and went to answer it. When I opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat.
"You're here," I said slowly.
"Hey, baby," Joe smiled weakly.
"Why did you knock on your own apartment?" I asked. "Did you lose your key?"
"No," he chuckled. "I didn't. I was just trying. . ."
"I thought you weren't getting in until late Monday night."
"I wasn't supposed to," he stuttered. "But after our fight last night and you weren't answering your phone this morning, I needed to talk to you. We need to talk about this, Y/N."
"You're missing work." I turned on my heel and walked back into our apartment.
"Y/N," he sighed as he chased after me. "Wait, hang on, baby. Please. Can we talk about this?"
"What is there to talk about?" I demanded as I turned around. "Clearly, your job is more important than our marriage."
"That's not true!" He defended.
"Really?" I challenged. "Joe, yesterday you acted like it wasn't a big deal to miss our first wedding anniversary."
"And that was wrong," he tried to interrupt.
"Do you know how many phone calls you miss? How many of my texts go unanswered? Do you know how many nights I go to sleep, wondering where my husband is and what he's doing? Wondering when I will see him? This hasn't been easy on me, Joe."
"It hasn't been easy on me either," he said.
"You have work to distract you from being alone," I cut him off. "I have nothing. I sit at home all day with nothing to do other than think about and miss my husband."
"You could always get a job." His sentence dropped when he saw the look on my face.
"You really want to go down this road?" I challenged.
"No, but. . ."
"But nothing," I cut him off again. "Joe, I can't keep doing this."
"Wait," Joe said quickly. He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is just a rough patch, baby. We can. . . We can work through this."
"Can we?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Because, right now, I feel like I've been doing all the work. I mean, when was the last time you called me? Joey, I don't know. . ."
Joe cut me off by pulling me closer and crashing his lips onto mine. I knew he was doing this to cut me off so I couldn't end this, but I didn't care. I missed this. I missed being in his arms. I missed being kissed by him. I missed the feeling he gave me as our lips moved in sync. I missed him.
I had tears streaming down my face as I broke the kiss. I took a step back, pulled my hands out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself.
"Joe," I whispered. "I can't be the only one in this relationship anymore. I mean. . . I feel like you don't love me anymore."
"What?" Joe gasped. "Y/N, do you really think. . . How could you. . . Y/N, baby, of course, I still love you. I never stopped. You really think that I stopped loving you?"
"Can you blame me?" My voice broke as the tears continued to stream down my face. Joe stepped up right in front of me and gently grabbed my elbows.
"I am so sorry that I made you think I didn't love you," he whispered. "I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life. I never should've made you feel like my job was more important than the love of my life. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that you are more important. I will make sure you never go a day without knowing just how much I love you. I will do anything to make it up to you."
"I just need you around more," I said, my sob getting stuck in my throat. "I just need my husband."
Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered as he started rocking us back and forth. He reached up and started playing with my hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I didn't say anything as he led us over to the couch and sat us down, neither one of us letting go of the other.
"I have an idea," he started, his voice still soft. "Tomorrow, we are going to wake up and make breakfast together. Then, after we get ready, I'm going to take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. We'll get lunch and go see that new movie you've been dying to see. We'll get dinner, come home, and spend the rest of the night in bed."
"Joe," I giggled when he changed his voice at the end. I playfully pushed him, but he instantly pulled me back into his arms.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he relaxed us into the couch. "And I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I promise, baby."
"I love you too, Joe."
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Unwanted: Chapter 8, Unexpected - Pt. 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, poorly translated Russian, bad jokes all around, Jade Carthage (she's a warning at this point), mentions of Bucky's sad past.
Word Count: 851
Previously On...: You and Bucky were enjoying some Thai makeout takeout in the common room, but you were rudely interrupted. Now you have to deliver Jade to her new room. And why is Steve acting like such a dick?
A/N: A short Part 2 for your 2sday! Feeling generous; might post Part 3 later today; idk. Just kidding; I'm going to do it, either on one of my breaks or when I get home from work, lol.
Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!
Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917
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You were leaning against a couch and mindlessly scrolling through your social media feed when Jade walked back into the common room about twenty minutes later.
"Where's Sergeant Barnes?" she asked by way of greeting.
"Bathroom," you said, slipping your phone into your pocket. "Should be back in a minute."
Jade sighed and walked closer to you, her stiletto heels sending her towering above your head. "You know, you really don't have to come with us," she drawled, as if offering you a way out was doing you some kind of favor. "I'm sure Bucky can show me to my room all by himself. There's no need for you to inconvenience yourself to babysit him. Unless, of course, you don't trust him around me." She smirked at you, emerald eyes hard and cutting.
You chuckled, moving away from the couch and standing up straight, though you couldn't hope to match her height. "It's no trouble at all," you replied, your tone sickeningly saccharine. "I'd hardly call it an inconvenience to take a nanosecond to point to your door while my boyfriend and I are already on our way back to my room to fuck."
"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Jade seethed at you. Well. That took you aback.
"Excuse me?" you countered. "I'm a bitch?"
"It wasn't enough for you to humiliate me in front of Stark and Rogers during my interview, but you had to go and make a play for Bucky once you knew I was interested in him," Jade scoffed. "That was a real mature stunt you pulled at dinner, by the way, storming off like a baby, hoping he'd follow you."
You stared at her, at a loss for words. She couldn't be serious; no one suffered this heavily from Main Character Syndrome. "Look," you said after staring at her for a moment, "you're free to think whatever you want, but Bucky and I--"
"You and I what, Sweets?" Bucky returned from the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to your temple. "Hey, Vixen; ready to see your new home away from home?"
Jade battered her lashes up at him. "I can't wait, Sergeant," she purred at him.
"Uh, Bucky's just fine," he said, a slight blush creeping up the side of his neck. You couldn't help but wonder what that was all about. No, you reminded yourself. You two were in a good place. It wouldn't do you any good working yourself up over something that was most likely nothing. Instead, you took Bucky's hand.
"Ready to go, then?" you asked him. "The sooner we show Jade here her room, the sooner you and I can take advantage of my impromptu half day."
It was a tense trip from the common room down to your floor, though Bucky was doing his best to keep up a casual and friendly conversation.
Exiting the elevator onto your floor, Jade said: "Sorry if this is overstepping but, they kept you at the facility in Siberia, didn't they?" You froze in your steps, immediately squeezing Bucky's hand as you felt his entire body go rigid alongside you.
"Jade," you said, your voice almost pleading, "he doesn't really like to talk--"
"Yes," said Bucky, stiffly, as though his voice was coming on autopilot. "Yes, they did."
"They kept me there for a little while in the early 2000s," she said. "I wonder if our time there ever overlapped."
Bucky coughed into his hand. "I, uh... I wouldn't really be able to tell you. I was on cryo most of the time."
Jade gave a soft laugh. "Nu, dazhe ne nakhodyas' na l'du, etogo mesta bylo dostatochno, chtoby zastavit' menya nenavidet' kholod do kontsa moyey grebanoy zhizni." Well, even without being on ice, that place was enough to make me hate the cold for the rest of my fucking life.
Bucky's barked a short but genuine laugh, startling you. "Kholodneye, chem ved'minskaya sis'ka, ya prav?" Colder than a witch's tit, am I right?
"Vo vsyakom sluchaye, kholodneye, chem moi sis'ki." She said to him with a wink. Colder than my tits, anyway.
Bucky threw his head back and laughed aloud at that, and Jade shot you a side smirk. You rolled your eyes.
"If you want to stand here all day and make jokes about tits, Bucky, I may as well go back to work." Your voice was annoyed as you made to extract your hand from his and move away, but Bucky's grip on you tightened.
"What? No! You are not going back to work, Doll," he said as he pulled you into him, letting his arms envelop you. "Vix, your door's right over there," he pointed down the hall, "and please feel free to let us know if you need anything. But for now, if you'll excuse us," without warning, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a goddamn caveman, "I have to fix it so work's the last thing on this one's mind." With a grin, he carried your shrieking self down the hall and into your room.
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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚the dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.
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yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city.
tw: general yandere behaviour, NSFW (leon has an erotic daydream/slight somnophilia + it is marked by a large page marker like the one below), stalking, ptsd, mentions of mourning
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i am very excited for part four! this one was much longer than the rest; this makes me happy. i may potentially take a slight break from this as i want to see where i want to take this small series; i want to deliver the best product i can to all of you ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ i also want to take time to create my own persona for this blog; i am thinking a sheep. what do you think? ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒
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he'd been getting worse.
♡ the truth of the matter was that this was an addiction.
♡ Leon could manage to quit smoking. but this was entirely different. how do you quit someone?
♡ and it's not like it was hard to love you.
♡ gaining entry into your home wasn't difficult. you kept a spare key above the doorframe, and Leon was always careful to replace it.
♡ your apartment always smelled of you, felt like you, and whenever he went in, he couldn't help but imagine a life where he lived with you-as your boyfriend. Your fiancé? Your husband, if he dared.
♡ and he made sure to take care of you, even if you didn't know!
♡ he knew how hard it was for you to take care of yourself, especially with your work.
♡ when he saw that you had made yourself a list of things to do, he was so proud!
♡ he knew you were taking steps to live better. what was wrong with helping, just a little bit?
♡ a dish here, a wipedown there, a dusting every now and then. small things.
♡ he'd made a handful of habits, such as watching you sleep or snagging the occasional piece of clothing for his own purposes.
♡ your closet had just enough space for him to stow away if you ever showed signs of waking up.
♡ you were just too sweet. obsession was staring down Leon's love, and you didn't even know it.
how was he supposed to stay away?
♡ as for your work, Loen had made his peace with it.
♡ as alarming as it was that you were in possible danger every day, it also meant that you were happier, getting more sunshine, and the opportunity to get yourself nice things.
♡ your happiness always came first, after all.
♡ secondly was the blessing that Leon got that was seeing you whenever he could, just by strutting down from his gym and watching you brew some sort of ridiculous concoction.
♡ overall, your work was more positives than anything. besides, Leon could simply watch you walk to and fro from work to make sure you were safe.
♡ his perception of you had completely expanded as well.
♡ back then, on the AOL forum, he only knew a few vaguely scattered personal details that you'd hint at in posts and comments, mentioned offhand, like your brother.
♡ but now, he knew so much more.
♡ he knew your favourite colours, foods, hobbies, who you liked, who you didn't, what you thought about your work, your opinions on just about anything-you'd share them if he simply asked.
♡ you were so sweet, so clueless, and he loved it.
♡ you would spend hours with Leon simply talking about little to nothing, and it meant everything to him.
♡ you were so kind, so soft, and every word that fell from your lips was divine.
♡ for the last two weeks, he'd been as sneaky as he possibly could.
but you were bound to take notice.
♡ he was hanging out with you as you closed the bakery, counting out the tills and setting aside the deposits. Leon was simply happy to be in your presence.
♡ you began speaking about how you felt unsafe, about how you felt someone staring at you in the night.
♡ instantly, Leon felt guilty.
♡ he didn't mean to scare you. he was trying to protect you, for goodness' sake!
♡ he wasn't frustrated with you, though. of course. he never would be. you were perfect and did no wrong.
♡ he wished there was some way that he could convey he didn't want to hurt you on those nights where he made sure you were safe, but nothing seemed like a good idea.
♡ the guilt chewed away at his insides until you asked him that...holy, divine question.
"would you walk me home?"
♡ he might've gotten on his knees and wept.
♡ what opportunity was this? walking next to your warm body, in the rain, under an umbrella...almost like a couple.
♡ the idea sent Leon's heart into overdrive, pounding in his ears as all sorts of ideas filled his head.
♡ upon his enthusiastic agreement, your face filled with comfort, and Leon couldn't help but feel a bit delighted.
♡ he didn't care if he was going to get soaked. as you locked the door to the bakery, he took care to cover you entirely with the umbrella. you asked him if he was cold at all, but no. the heat of your body was enough to light him on fire.
♡ Leon was in heaven.
♡ during the whole walk, he made sure to keep an eye out on the off chance that there were bad actors around. he even made a show of whipping his head back and forth, which he knew you noticed.
♡ and several times, you laughed. oh, what a sweet angelic sound.
♡ how he wished this walk could last forever; your hand brushing against his, the gentle lull of your voice as you made conversation.
♡ he wasn't sure which god or entity or spirit or soul he pleased, but he was thanking all of them.
♡ when the two of you reached your apartment, he could feel himself deflate a bit. he was so endlessly grateful for the time you gave him, but he dared to want more.
♡ he knew he wouldn't be satiated, no matter what you did. but he could hope. he could pray.
♡ whatever prayer he said worked; you turned with an almost guilty look-as though you could ever be guilty-and asked him if he wanted to see the inside of your apartment.
♡ he practically cheered.
♡ when you turned to finish opening the door, he couldn't help a low whine from leaving his throat. his chest was tight, his heart was pounding, and it was like all his dreams were coming true.
♡ he had seen your apartment dozens of times. at that point, every photo and speck of dust had their locations memorised.
♡ spending time alone, with you, in your apartment, with your scent and your signs of life surrounding him might've even been too much to bear.
♡ but he accepted, because what insanity would it be for him to say no? what lunacy would have to possess him?
♡ upon stepping in, he did everything a polite guest should do; took off his shoes, set his bag and umbrella down, and proceeded to try and shake off the excess water.
♡ your laugh at his shake made his heart swell.
♡ you were trying to dig for food, and you had bent over at the waist; it made Leon delirious.
♡ he couldn't not stare.
♡ you either didn't notice or didn't mind, because you gave up, ordering a pizza instead.
♡ he tried to pay-this was dreamy enough, you didn't need to do anything else-but you insisted, saying it was your way of thanking him.
♡ thanking him? for what could you possibly be thanking him for? that walk was no burden, it was a blessing. why would you need to thank him?
but you refused his money.
♡ he felt guilty, but you turned on your TV and began watching some romantic sitcom that he'd never heard of before.
♡ was it a sign? Leon couldn't tell.
♡ the peace was domestic, crumbling away at Leon's self-restraint. why couldn't every day be like this?
♡ if he just told you, then you'd understand. you would forgive him. you would hold him close.
♡ his mind began to wander. did you think of him like that? did you even consider him as a romantic interest?
♡ would you? if he asked?
♡ the question, confession, was on the tip of his tongue.
♡ you were good. you were kind. you wouldn't be creeped out.
♡ he opened his mouth, and-
the power went out.
♡ his heart dropped to his toes, and all the courage he managed to muster disappeared as you got up to light some candles.
♡ he went back to his bag, rummaging for his military-grade flashlight that he kept on hand.
♡ he'd rather you have it, than something go wrong and you stumble in the dark.
♡ he'd rather walk home in the pouring rain than you risk anything for a second.
♡ you lit a handful of candles, setting them aside as he passed the flashlight off to you.
♡ he figured it was time to go, licking his wounds and dragging his pride and courage behind him.
♡ but you didn't say goodbye.
♡ instead, you asked where he lived. his heart seized.
♡ he could do two things from here. one, admit that he lived maybe a fifteen minute walk away.
♡ or he could lie.
♡ he knew how your heart worked, for the most part. you felt like you were in debt. you wouldn't make him walk back in the rain.
♡ so he could pretend that he lived far away, even by car. he could just...manipulate you.
♡ after a beat too long, he made his choice.
♡ he 'confessed' that he lived thirty minutes from his gym, which was ten from the bakery, which was five from your apartment.
♡ and he could see you think in real time.
♡ your eyes flickered from the door, to his still-damp hair, to the half-eaten pizza on the counter, to the flashlight.
♡ and god, the guilt was going to eat him alive.
♡ he knew you were kind. he knew you were soft. and he abused that. he abused your sweetness and goodness. for what? his sick kicks?
♡ but your pretty lips pursed, and they formed around those words that he wanted-no, needed-so desperately.
would you want to stay the night?
♡ the guilt disappeared, his heart wept for joy!
♡ yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! always! yes!
♡ you seemed relieved, disappearing into your room and coming out with men's pyjamas.
♡ they were a little snug on Leon, hanging a bit low, but he certainly didn't mind. this was effectively the greatest task of his life.
♡ he had to be a viable partner for you. he had to show his worth.
♡ you were quick to go to bed. with the power still out, you clearly just wanted to wait it out.
♡ Leon pulled a blanket out of his bag, but you insisted on giving him several more, as well as a pillow.
♡ and oh god, how was he supposed to control himself? they all smelled like you.
♡ maybe he'd take one in the morning. for safekeeping.
♡ as he lay on your couch, the thought crossed his mind to wander while you were asleep, to see everything with the daring of you being inside your own home.
♡ but he knew better. or, at least, he thought he did.
♡ ten minutes turned into thirty. thirty turned into an hour, turned into two, into four, before he finally cracked.
♡ he literally had you at his fingertips, in a situation where he'd most likely be excused. he had to use it. he had to make the most of it.
♡ and, despite everything he could do...he wandered into your room. and he watched you.
♡ you snored, just a little bit. it was a cute snore that Leon liked. you also slept a bit erratically, sometimes throwing your body in weird positions.
♡ part of your blanket was on the floor, your head was between two pillows, and you were out like a light.
♡ or apparently not, because after about ten minutes of Leon standing there, you woke up abruptly. you gave a small gasp, bleary eyes still trying to grasp what you were seeing. you asked what he was doing.
♡ and what was he doing, honestly? he was watching you sleep. but he couldn't admit to that, not in a thousand years.
♡ so, he said the first thing that he could come up with, in a voice that lost every shred of pride he had left.
"i thought you were gone."
♡ and he can see the pity on your face, and he can't help but almost feel childish at how he hoped you'd comfort him.
♡ your eyes wandered over him, as though putting pieces together. you finally lay your head back down, and pat your bed.
♡ Leon goes into overdrive. again. for how many times this night were you going to do that? how many times were you going to make his heart leap into his throat?
♡ he, for a second, isn't sure what you want. there's no way you'd...
"do you want me to...sleep with you?"
♡ his voice was weak, and he asked, again, until you nodded. maybe you were just moving in your sleep. he asked another time. you nodded again. he asked once more. you said yes.
♡ he started shaking. his grip on your blanket was white-knuckled, his knees were ready to buckle, and the world was spinning.
♡ you did. you wanted to share your bed with him. you wanted to sleep with him. you want him. you wanted him!
♡ he gets into bed with you, gently setting the blanket over your body and trying to not freak out.
♡ you were so warm and so close to him. everything was invading his senses, and when you realised he was staring, you shot him a smile that turned his insides to goo.
♡ he had to take this chance. and he moved a little closer.
♡ you didn't move.
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♡ and you were just so unguarded, so gentle. Leon's mind was wandering.
♡ what would you look like in a far more intimate scenario?
♡ what would your kisses look like? feel like?
♡ Leon squirmed a bit.
♡ what would your skin feel like? the skin that he couldn't touch? your neck, your stomach, your thighs...?
♡ his eyes wandered down the silhouette of your body under the covers.
♡ how would you feel underneath him? if he was touching your chest, suckling on your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see?
♡ how would you feel if he had his hands everywhere, pinned under his body and rutting into you?
♡ how would you act if he had his cock in you? how would you moan? would you try to close your eyes? or would you keep them open and watch how he loved you?
♡ would you be quick to orgasm? or would you take time, and Leon would be blessed to have your body for so long?
♡ he thought you would maybe try to cover yourself with your hands. you did seem the shy type. oh, but he'd be greedy, and he'd ask if you could move them-he wants to see all of you.
♡ he thinks that you'd be quiet at first, trying to stop yourself from being loud in case it woke your neighbours. but Leon would be in so deep into that tight, divine warmth, and you'd call out his name.
♡ and he'd swallow it. he'd take your lips in his and devour every gasp and moan that left your mouth.
♡ he'd never make you beg, either. he'd do everything to make you be so perfectly spent, fucked out of your mind and left limp on your bed. and even then, Leon wouldn't be satiated.
♡ he'd need more. he'd take you in his mouth, even if you had passed out, just to keep working you until your taste was all over his tongue. and when you woke up, he'd still be hard at work, trying to get more, begging for more.
♡ and maybe you'd decide to take him, instead, as thanks for taking care of you.
♡ you'd be on top of him, sucking sweetly at his cock, and he'd cry out your name with no inhibition. he didn't care about the people in your apartment complex. he just cared about you, and that you would know just how much he loved you.
♡ he'd fuck you for hours, days even, to finally have the curve of your body and the taste of your cum memorised.
♡ but let's be honest.
♡ he'd never have enough.
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Worlds apart
Telling his mate about his true nature didn't go as planned.
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I felt terrified, standing in front of the sign. "Welcome to Santa Carla!" It said, in bright yellow and red letters. Pictures of the boardwalk, the rides, and the traintrack - things I hadn't seen in so long.
I wasn't terrified of going back to Santa Carla. In fact, I had been anxious to. I needed to get back, I needed to come home. I just didn't know if home wanted me back.
You see, about eight months ago, I met this boy. Well, he was a bit too old to be called a boy, but you get what I mean. He was this early twenty-something year old, with the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. With stories, I could listen to for hours without getting bored. A sense of humour that matched mine. Looks that were to die for. I had met him the day I moved to Santa Carla, preparing for a new start after losing the last family I had left. Within two weeks, I had completely fallen for him, and lucky for me, he had also fallen for me.
David was everything. In such a short time, he became my safe haven, my home, my best friend and lover, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else. It scared me a little how quickly everything went, but he always reassured me that we wouldn't rush into things if I did not want to. Those six weeks were absolute heaven. I honestly believe that I have never been happier.
It was only when I spent the night at the cave, their home, that something shifted between David and me.
"I need to tell you something."
"Are you alright?"
"Sit down," he said, his voice more distant than I had ever heard before.
"David?"
"You know I love you, right?"
I nodded.
"I need to near you say it."
"I know. I love you too. David, what's going on?"
"I'm a vampire."
I was quiet for a moment before laughing. "Yeah, right. That's a good one."
"Love," he looked at me, "I am not lying."
And he wasn't. His eyes turned yellow, his face turned into a batlike shape, and his fangs seemed sharp enough to tear me in two.
"Y-you're not joking?"
"No."
"You're - you're a vampire? I- you kill people?"
"Yes."
"How long?"
"Almost eighty years."
My eyes grew wide as I felt panic wash over me. This wasn't real. This was just one big prank from the boys - there is no way that vampires were real. David wouldn't lie, not ever. He hated liars, so why-? I began to focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I couldn't. I could never hurt you."
"Why not?"
"You're my mate. We belong together."
And that's when I fully panicked. I got sick, I threw up, I whimpered and cried and avoided his touch out of fear. I didn't dare look at him, both scared that this was some sort of cruel joke and at the same time scared that this was real. That vampires were real.
"I- David, I- I love you, I really do, but this - how can this be real? I don't believe - if this is real, if you are speaking the truth..." I fell silent, not knowing what to say.
"I am not lying to you, love."
I nodded, tears in my eye. "I need time. I - I don't know if I can deal with this right now. Not without being unfair and mean and cold to you. Im scared, and I..." The first teardrop fell. I - I'm sorry."
David nodded, getting what I was hinting at. He reached for me, holding my hand before letting it go with a soft squeeze. After losing my family and not actively dealing with that, the news of my boyfriend being undead was the final drop in the already close to overflowing bucket.
"You need to take your time and space. Just-" he took a breath, "Please stay in touch."
I had nodded, and I had left him there. Six months ago now. In that time, I had taken my space, literally. I had been afraid still and had gone to Sweden - enjoying the days where the sun wouldn't set. It felt safe. Safe from vampires and monsters, and it allowed me to deal with things. Two weeks after I had left, I wrote my first letter. I had it delivered at the videostore, hoping that David would get it. And he did, because after a week I had a response from him.
In the letters I sent him, I told him where I was, what I had been up to. I asked questions about him being a vampire, and slowly but surely, I came to terms with it. Still, I felt rather confused. I got why he hadn't told me about it from the start, and at the same time, the lying also hurt. But, in the end, I dealt with my family passing, I dealt with my mixed feelings about him being a vampire, and I was ready to go back.
And now, six months later, I was ready to go back home. I realised I had been unfair to him, that I definitely hurt him - which was not what I had wanted, absolutely not, but back then, I had been certain that I needed the space - and I was terrified to see him again. What if he didn't want me anymore? Or what if he moved on? Honestly, if he had, I couldn't blame him. I had been the one to leave.
With a deep breath, I started the short walk to the boardwalk, spotting David when he left the videostore.
"Nothing?" I heard Dwayne ask.
"No. I shouldn't have let them go. I should have gone to bloody Sweden as soon as I knew they were there."
He stomped off to the beach, and I quickly followed. Seeing him now made me realise not only how much I had missed him but how much he had missed me as well. I walked after him, stopping quickly as David turned around angrily.
"Why are you following -" his expression softened, and disbelief flashed over his face. "You're here?"
"Hi," I whispered, not trusting my voice to let any louder noise escape.
David hugged me tightly, and I broke down - crying as I held onto him. "I'm sorry I left, I'm so sorry I was so stubborn. I missed you so much, I-" I gasped for breath, sinking down to the ground. David held me, and I saw some tears burning in his eyes.
"I thought you'd never come back. I was scared you wouldn't."
"I was scared you'd be angry," I said softly, looking at him. "I'm sorry for how I left."
"I'm sorry I scared you so bad."
"Can we start over?" I asked. "Just try to rebuild what we had? If - if you want me still, that is."
"Yes," David smiled, kissing my forehead softly. "Nice to meet you, love."
I smiled shyly. "I promise I won't ever run off to a place with no nighttime again."
"Next time, I'll just follow you. The burns will be a testament of my love."
I kissed him, softly and gently, smiling when he returned the kiss. Nothing could show him how much I regretted leaving, how much I had missed him - but being here felt right. Being with him felt right. I just hoped he felt the same.
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niftynellie · 10 months
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• Bubble-hawk •
Pairings: reader x Jude Bellingham
Warnings: fluff
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Moving in together was something you and Jude had spent alot of your relationship fantasising about, those dreams only increasing in need and want when Jude made the move over to Dortmund and you began university. The two of you would squeeze in facetimes and text messages every second you could find in your busy schedules, and almost always the conversation would move to how much easier and simpler your relationship would be if there wasn't a literal ocean between you. Of course you both traveled back and fourth between the UK and Germany whenever you could but it still wasn't the same. You even found yourslef wishing on a few occasions that he still lived at home with his parents like he did before. When you would sneak in through his bedroom window each night just to fall asleep beside him and leave in the morning before either of your mums would notice.
Years after those little "I can't wait until I can come home to you everydays" began, it was finally your reality. Thought the first week had been nothing less of a nightmare. But even With shipping companys delivering late and a cupbaord shelf caving in causing a landslide of plates crashing to the ground, you couldn't be happier that you were finally settled in and the weekend had arrived. There was still little bits of work that needed to be done around the house before you would fully consider yourself moved in but after spending the first week with Jude everything was quickly becoming home to you.
One of the many things that drew you and Jude to the house, were the bathrooms. They were gorgeous. You particularly felt drawn to the larger then life bathtub in the en suit for yours and Judes bedroom. Instantly picturing how relaxing your sunday self care sessions would be in a bath of that size.
You'd been looking forward to it for much longer than you cared to admit. So when sunday evening rolled around you basically skipped up the stairs after you'd put the dishes from dinner into the washer and left Judes waiting for him on the side, knowing he wasn't far away from being home after a he'd played in a match earlier in the day.
Once in the bathroom you closed the door behind you, not really caring to much about locking it, your first step in the never changing routine was to set up your playlist the sound of SZA's voice filled the room as you happily danced around grabbing everything you needed.
You weren't aware of how long exactly you'd taken to gather everything and start running the bubble bath and you were sure it hadn't been to long. But soon enough with your back to the door you heared it creep open. you were looking down at the tub checking you hadn't run it to hot or cold, when you felt Jude's arms wrap around your waist and his chin drop down onto your shoulder.
"hey baby" you spoke softly spinning in his grip to face him placing a sweet kiss on his pouty lips. "you started without me" he teased nodding over to the skincare you'd laid out on the side. "I didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted to join in" you huffed a laugh "let me just have my bath then we'll start" you said unraveling from the mans arms as you remembered it was in fact still running behind you. You turned the tap off satisfied with the depth, warmth and bubble ratio.
But by the time you'd done that Jude was already tugging his shirt up over his head, "we'll just share to save time" he joked, his joggers quickly falling to the floor beside his discarded shirt. Jude slide into the bath first as you still stood in your robe. His arms stretched out to rest along the edge of the bath has he leant back sighing happily the bubbles covering him. He looked up at you with a smirk reaching out and tugging the tie on your robe making it fall open. "come on baby get in, cold without you"
You shook your head laughing as you left your robe hung on the side and went to get into the bath, your original idea was to sit opposite Jude and face him. But as you stepped in his hands went to your waist rearanging you sit between his legs. Tugging you so your back rested against his chest. "much better" he stated. The two of your wearing matching smiles, as you both relished in the comfort of the warm water and eachothers presence. you silently praising whoever chose to build such a large tub, it really was the perfect size for two.
No words were spoken for a few moments, you both sat in silence listening to whatever song was now playing. Judes hands left the tub edge and came forward his fingers playing with the tips of your hair that floated ontop of the water. "want me to wash your hair" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement rather then a question. You sat up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him, "only if you let me do yours too" you countered, knowing that as much as he loved to take care of you he was also tired from a long day and needed the care and attention aswell.
Jude nodded in agreement before he went to reach for the shampoo, though he hesitated slightly when he saw the amount if bottles beside him. You laughed before picking up the right bottle and handed it to him. He squeezed out the product and got to work lathering it into your roots. His fingers massaging your scalp at the same time, you let out a sigh releshing in the feeling, making him grin. Jude rinsed the shampoo out from your hair and continued on with the conditioner. A smile never left your lips and you were having a hard time telling if it was the water that was keeping you so warm or if it was the growing feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Jude finished and you switched places your back now against the edge and Jude between your legs. He sat scooping up bubbled in his hands as you worked your way through his hair routine, blowing them out of his palms and getting them all over the bathroom floor. When you were done Jude spun around and sat opposite you, a cheeky smirk replacing his smile. He scooped up another handful of bubbles and blew them over into your face. Laughing as you wiped them out fo your eyes. A playful frown tugging at your features had him lunging forward clutching even more bubbles, so many you were surprised that there were even any left in the bath after his antics. He dumped the handful ontop of your head and another cackle left his lips. Jude grabbed your wrists and stopped you from swiping the bubbles away.
"you know..." he trailed off his tingue poking his cheek in concentration as he reached up and started shaping the blob of bubbles. "...maybe a mohawk is the look for you" he chuckled sitting back and admiring his work. You laughed along with him as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. "It's definitely a look. I dont know about it being the look" you giggled shaking the blob from ontop your head.
"no no, I think we're onto something here, the bubble mohawk is really gonna catch on" he teased his hands dropping onto your knees as they were proped up beside him.
"the bubble-hawk" you mocked, his eyes instantly lighting up as he laughed.
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moony-mari · 8 months
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Isn't it strange - Charles Leclerc
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charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: loosely based on strange by celeste warnings: Angst, fluff a/n: my first fic… I have so many more ideas. This was just a warm up! 
It was a huge cliche the way you and charles met way back in 2019. It was his first day at the ferrari factory and he was running late. Coffee in hand he ran towards the building entrance failing to notice the girl walking out of doors, spilling everything onto her ferrari polo. 
He was completely frozen before he snapped back into reality reaching for his ferrari jumper to dry the shirt. Apologies spewing from his mouth continuously but all you did was stop him and  tried to tell him it was alright and he should head inside for his meeting as he was already late he gave you his jumper and ran inside one thought playing on his mind. He never got your name
 He never saw you again until the next race you spotted him and made your way over returning his washed and dry jumper as you were about to turn around he asked you if you would like to get coffee as a thanks. You laughed and told him to promise he wouldn't spill it on you again his eyes lit up and he joined your laughter. 
The rest was history. 
One coffee date led to many many more until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend after his win at monza all of a sudden it was your 1 year anniversary and you couldn't be happier. Charles was the sweetest most considerate boyfriend you’d ever had. He put all his effort into making you happy when he was not racing. He took you on dates that no one could compare to, he made sure you were always safe and comfortable when in public and most importantly he supported you in your career as you worked through the ferrari engineering internship.  
So when you got a job offer to work at Mclaren for the 2021 season as their main engineer you thought he would be happy for you as this was not only a massive step in your career but also for women in engineering and motorsport. How wrong you were. 
You opened the door and walked to the kitchen bursting to tell him the news. That was until he shoved the letter across the countertop with a look of betrayal on his face. Your smile dropped as you saw the mclaren logo at the front. 
He shook his head and began to laugh in disbelief. You tried to explain that you’d still be in the paddock but he wouldn't have any of your answers. He claimed you going  to mclaren  wasn't necessary as they were not doing well and ferrari was better, he even told you that you didn't need to work at all and he could provide for you saying engineering wasn't meant for women and how mclaren only hired you to make them look good.
Tears fell down your face as you looked at him in disbelief. A scoff escaped your lips as you brushed passed him to gather all your things from his apartment. charles not understanding why you were leaving despite telling him multiple times. Once you got to the door charles was still so sure he didn't do anything wrong so you left and never looked back.
Radio silence. Nothing from charles. All of your messages were left on delivered. The season has ended and you were officially announced as lando’s main engineer. Praise came from the whole team and from across the whole paddock. Everyone except the one person you wanted praise from. 
The last straw was when he brought another girl with him. It was like a knife stabbed you in the heart as you saw them walk past the mclaren garage. you always thought you’d get back together. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality, when you turned around you were met by lando who smiled at you “don't worry love you’ll find someone who appreciates you now come on smile for me i can't have my main girl being sad now can i?” he asked  as you smiled for him and laughed when he cheered unnecessarily loud. 
Unbeknownst to you charles watched the whole interaction bitterness filled his heart as he watched you laugh with someone else he knows he's to blame for losing you but he can't quite grasp it yet his eyes finally breaking away from the mclaren garage as he walked away 
You had just finished debrief and walked out of the mclaren garage, suddenly your shirt was wet as you looked up, your eyes locked with his. He offered you his jumper but this time you declined, smiling at him pulling a mclaren hoodie out of your bag. It truly was the end
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reasonsmandy · 1 year
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Better than I thought
Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader
✧.* requested by anon — can i request an imagine for warren rojas where reader is a famous pop/whatever gender-singer and u meet him at a party were u are asked to perform and he is just mesmerized by your beauty and ur talent. and so he tries to flirt w u afterwards, and that’s all i have but u can modify/finish it as u wish <3 thank u in advance !
✧.* summary — To celebrate your best friend's special day you and Daisy had taken the stage to sing along with her. And since the lights focused on you, the drummer's attention has had no other owner, he was enchanted.
✧.* warnings — Mention of drugs, Reader and Warren a little more intimate (but no smut, sorry guys).
✧.* word count — 2.6k
✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist
✧.* mandy's notes — I'm crazy about this man, I didn't have time to correct this one so maybe some mistakes. Hope you like it babys 🫶🏾
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Finally the day had arrived, Simone Jackson was releasing her album you couldn't be more proud of her. You were friends for a long time, you grew up together and you always knew her great potential, so together with Daisy you were the biggest supporter of her choice to move, she was happy, in love and fulfilling her big dream.
You were also involved in the music business, and you had already released some songs that exploded across the country, but you still had a few months to go before you went on tour, so you were trying to make the most of your free time while you had it.
And today at the disco where Simone and Bernie worked there was going to be a party to celebrate Simone's big day, a private event for friends where everything could flow without cameras, media, and squinty eyes.
Warren was excited, he had wanted to go to a party for days but the rush of shows didn't help and now that he finally was going out he was thrilled. The invitation made by Daisy's friend had come as a surprise to him, after all they weren't as close as she was, but he loved Simone's music and was happy to go and honor her.
The place was illuminated with colored lights, several pamphlets with Simone's photo and the contact to buy the album in it were delivered at the door of the event, you watched the place with pride in your chest, you search with your eyes for your friend, and you find her with her girlfriend not far from you.
"Simone baby, I'm so proud of you!" You say hugging her tightly, she hugs you tenderly. "Hey Bernie my love, how are you?" You break the hug with Jackson and go hug the other woman.
"I'm fine Y/N, it's good to see you." She says, wrapping one of her arms around Simone who smiles at the contact.
"I have no words, the place is wonderful." You say pointing around you.
"My girls!" You can hear Daisy's voice behind you, she approaches hugging you and kissing your cheek, you return the affection.
"Are my eyes deceiving me, Daisy Jones herself?" You joke, making her laugh by hugging you tight. "I missed you."
"Missed you too." Daisy says getting out of the embrace. "It's been so long, please tell me that I'll have the chance to hear you tonight."
"Oh no Daisy, today it's Simone's day." You speak with conviction, seeing Simone roll her eyes playfully. "Not to mention, there are a lot of people here."
"Well, you better get used to it because from what I hear your show is selling out." Simone says smiling at you, it was such a good time for y'all that if you went back in time and told the group that, you wouldn't believe it.
"We're on our best days!" Daisy says, looking happier than ever.
After a few minutes Simone went on stage, she was perfect, that place was for her, she deserved it more than anyone and you were overjoyed to see her happy. You and Daisy admired her near the stage, Bernie was in the corner of it starting to test the soundboard, soon the music started to play and your eardrums were invaded by the angelic voice of Simone Jackson.
She sings the first song with a twinkle in her eyes, and when she finishes it, you can see her eyes water with joy.
"I wanted to say that this moment is a victory." She speaks with a broken voice, wanting to cry. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for some people who believed in me, in my story, in my voice, in my music… First I want to thank Bernie, my love, my partner." She turns to her girlfriend, blowing her a kiss, Bernie pretends to catch it in the air, getting her hand close to her heart.
Simone turns towards you with a smile on her face.
"Y/N, I don't have the words to thank you." She kept her eyes on you tenderly. "It was always the three of us forever, at first you and me until Daisy came along and I'm sure if it wasn't for you I would fall apart, and that's why I invite you two to sing the next song with me."
Daisy breaks into a huge smile, walking up the stairs to the stage with her arms outstretched towards Simone, you felt a little embarrassed singing without having prepared for it, but for your friends you would do anything. So you took the stage.
The nervousness leaves your body when the melody starts to play, the three of you had already done this thousands of times, it was many afternoons training and singing together that your synchrony was something as natural as daylight.
However, for Warren Rojas you were the only star of that performance, it was as if the world was frozen and he only heard your voice, he was amazed with every detail in you. His eyes sparkled with the way you sang, he was admired by how your hair looked even prettier under the lighting in the room, how your smile made him feel like he was flying, He was confused about the way you attracted him, about how he felt this magnetism pulling him to you.
"I think that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life…" Warren says to the bassist next to him, Eddie laughs.
"You think so?" Eddie says eating some of what he had on hand. "Not really my type, but she's gorgeous."
"Gorgeous?" Warren says almost in disbelief. "She's wonderful! I need to talk to her…"
The song was over and the applause took place, Warren and Eddie applauded along with everyone else, the drummer was talking to his best friend without taking his eyes off you for a moment.
"Alright, I have an idea!" Eddie says with a smile on his face, Warren looks at him suspiciously.
"What do you mean?" Warren asks, but his friend is already starting to walk away from him. "Hey Eddie!"
The drummer takes his hand to his face, fixing his mustache, struggling to see where his friend was going.
Eddie leaves among the people, looking for the redhead and leaving the drummer alone watching you from afar. Roundtree loved playing the cupid, so when he saw his best friend amazed by the mystery singer he needed to do something.
When he finally found Daisy you weren't with her, in fact she was talking to a group of people he had no idea who it was. He approached pulling the singer by the arm without her having time to understand what was happening.
"What happened Eddie?" She asks, smiling.
"That friend of yours..." He says, making her laugh.
"Y/N?" She asks, already knowing the answer. "I didn't think it would be you who would be interested in her."
"It's not me." The bassist says, turning to point at the drummer but not finding him amongst the crowd. "Warren is crazy about her, I swear to you Daisy if you don't introduce her to him, the poor guy will go crazy."
Daisy looked surprised, she starts laughing leaving Roundtree without understanding anything.
"Are you high?" He says, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
She probably was, but that wasn't what she was laughing about, she was laughing at the coincidence that was happening right now. When Daisy joined the six, the three friends celebrated in the apartment that Simone and Daisy shared.
"So this one right here is Graham." Daisy held the SevenEighNine album in her hands, showing the band members to her friends.
"Billy's brother?" Simone asks and Daisy nods. "Are you with us Y/N?"
Your eyes were fixed on the drummer, you just loved how his curly hair looked, honestly you loved every detail of him in that picture.
"What?" You say when you hear your name in the conversation.
"You're quiet, what happened?" Daisy says, leaning her head on your shoulder.
"Nothing, it's just... What's this guy's name?" You point at Warren and Simone starts laughing.
"She has a thing for the drummer!" Simone says, taking a sip of her wine.
"No, hey!" You say a little embarrassed, rolling your eyes. "I just think he is cute, that's all." You say shrugging.
"His name is Warren." Daisy answers you. "But don't worry, soon you'll call him boyfriend."
"Stop!" You say laughing along with them. "I'm keeping the album."
When Daisy stopped laughing at the situation she remembered, Eddie had his arms crossed waiting for her to answer him..
"No Ed, I'm not high." She answers. "But I don't think we're going to have to do much."
"Why's that?" The bassist asks.
"Sometimes just a little push is enough." She winks at Eddie, then they start to decide what they were going to do.
You were at the disco bar, casually watching everyone around you hoping to see someone interesting. Your eyes meet Warren's across the crowd, he seems to be trying to hide that he's been looking at you for a while, you smile at him and wave, he waves back with a wink.
He takes a deep breath and walks closer to you, trying to pass between the dancing people. When you notice him approaching, nervousness takes over your body, he looked even more beautiful in person.
The drummer wore just a vest, as usual, he wore dark blue jeans and a choker on, now as he approached you could see several rings on his fingers too. You take a deep breath, averting your gaze elsewhere trying to pretend his presence doesn't make you nervous.
"Hi…" He says with a smile on his face, when he was finally next to you.
"Hey." You say turning to him, smiling with the straw in your mouth. Warren looked at you in disbelief, you were even prettier up close. "Can I help you with something?"
"Ah- I'm Warren." He looked nervous, reaching out to you, you shook his hand still smiling. "I'm Daisy's friend…"
"Oh of course!" You pretend to recognize him only now. "The drummer, isn't it?"
"That's me!" He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it gently. "It's a pleasure, miss…"
"L/N, Y/N L/N." You say your name to him, smiling at his simple act.
Warren sighs, with each word that comes out of your mouth a shiver rises in his stomach, he was sure he had never seen such a beautiful woman.
"Hey, are you there?" You say snapping your fingers in front of the drummer's face.
"Sorry, I got distracted by your beauty." He laughs, a little embarrassed, taking his hand to his curly hair, adjusting the curls.
"I don't blame you." You say moving closer to him. "I can't stop admiring you either."
Warren felt his legs go weak, he really wasn't expecting that. You looked at him with a small smile on your face and he felt that at any moment he could explode.
"You look handsome." You say close to his ear, the noise around made you believe he didn't hear you well at first.
Warren smiles at the compliment, you don't move away from him, your faces were still close which made the drummer nervous. His eyes don't leave your lips, he wanted so much to feel you close.
"You were amazing on stage, don't tell Daisy but I've never seen anyone as badass as you." He says making you laugh shaking your head.
"Thank you very much." You smile and he feels that every time he sees your smile he falls more. "Then you must know that you're my favorite drummer as well."
"Come on pretty girl, don't have to lie to me." He chuckles, licking his lips afterwards.
"I am not." You reassure him. "You are what makes 'kill you to try' so amazing, the drums in this song are perfect."
Holy shit, he was going to marry you.
"It's nice to know someone is listening." He speaks without taking his eyes off yours.
You stayed a few seconds facing each other, without saying anything, it seemed that the world had stopped while that tension grew between you. You approach him, putting your arms around his neck he automatically takes his to your waist gently.
"Get me out of here." You whisper, then kisses his jaw before looking back into his eyes, smiling innocently.
"Yes, mama" He responds, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secluded spot.
Eddie had his neck almost locked from straining to find his friend, no matter how hard he looked, there was no sign of the drummer.
"I can't find him anywhere!" Eddie says to the redhead next to him, frustrated.
"I can't find Y/N either" She says with a suspicious tone.
"I can't believe he disappeared now." Eddie was in disbelief, leaning against the wall.
"Guess we'll have to save it for later." Daisy says with a shrug.
Rojas pressed you against the wall, squeezing your waist while kissing your neck, you sighed with the contact while lightly pulling his curly strands. He stops kissing your neck and turns his attention to your lips, kissing you passionately as if he doesn't want to miss a moment with you.
The place was lit by few lights, but with effort you could see his pupils dilated, exuding the desire he felt. You felt shivers down your spine just watching him look at you like that.
"Is there something wrong?" He asks, cupping your face gently.
"Not at all." You reply, kissing him gently again. "You know, kissing you is so much better than I thought."
"Oh so you thought about it?" He spoke in a husky voice that made your legs shake with every word he said.
"Maybe…" You shrug. "Kiss me again so I can be sure"
He laughs with his tongue between his teeth, biting his lips before kissing yours. You felt like he was going to drive you crazy with every contact, his scent was the best you've ever smelled, his hands on your body made you feel chills and his kiss made you more and more addicted.
Warren felt like he was in paradise, being able to kiss you, feeling you was like satisfying an addiction, an urgent need. With your permission, he felt every corner of your body, wanting to decorate it like a map that would guide him to paradise. He knew this wasn't going to be a one night thing, he couldn't settle for the thought that the two of you were going to become a one time thing.
He needed more of you, he wanted to know you more, know your tastes, know what you liked, what bothered you. He wanted to understand your quirks, the reason for your smiles, he wanted to wake up listening to you sing next to him, fucking hell! He wanted you.
"Now there's something I need to know." He says between pecks on your lips.
"What?" You ask, smiling at him.
"I need to know If calling you mine will be better than I thought."
You felt a chill in your stomach, that man would be the death of you. You kiss him again.
"Well, you're going to have to take me out to discover Rojas."
Eddie Roundtree: I stood there waiting for him to show up for what felt like an hour, until I gave up and got busy with other things.
Daisy Jones: I told him we wouldn't have to do much *laughing* And when I saw Y/N appear with a goofy smile on her face I was sure of it.
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tasteleeknow · 1 year
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we (probably only me) kind of need more dad!/dilf! minho bc that drabble made me horribly soft 👉🏻👈🏻
i am very happy to deliver bb. more horrible softness. enjoy!
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You're completely limp as he tugs you towards him, too exhausted to move a single muscle. You'd hardly been sleeping all week. Minho presses his lips to your neck then whispers soothing words into your skin. "Sleep in," he says, "I'll take care of everything." Acts of service. You were so grateful over these past few months that it was his love language. You wouldn't have survived them otherwise. "Love you," you mumble as you feel your mind slipping away by the second. The last thing you're aware of is his soft breath against your skin and his arm wrapping tighter around you.
You get home one day to find the house empty, anxiety shooting through your chest as you fail to locate the two people most important to you. Then, as you're walking past a window, you spot them. They're in the corner of the backyard, crouched over something you can't make out. You discover Minho had spent the day adopting a kitten with a fluffy tail that looked too big for it's tiny body. You'd discussed waiting until the baby was old enough to know how to be gentle, deciding it was finally time to adopt a week ago. It had completely slipped your mind as the days had past. Obviously, it hadn't slipped Minho's mind. You spend the day in the yard, watching your small child bond with the tiny animal and chase each other across the grass. Minho pulls you between his legs, letting you rest against him as you watch. "Was just going to look," he says. "They fell in love and I couldn't get a hold of you, sorry." You turn your head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I think you made the right choice," you whisper as your child's giggles fill the air.
"I want another," you confess one day, before Minho has even opened his eyes. You knew he was awake, he'd draped one leg over you minutes earlier. "M'kay," he responds, sighing as he clearly prepares to drift off again. You push him off you. "Are you listening?" you ask, poking his forehead. His eyes flutter open as he yawns then he's reaching for you again. "I hear you. Another baby. I said okay." You frown. "Just like that?" you question. He takes a handful of your hair, tilting your head back a little so he can see you properly. "You want 10? Let's have 10," he says, looking deadly serious. It takes another 20 minutes to pull the words from him you want to hear. He tells you nothing has ever made him happier than being with you, than making a little person with his lips and your eyes. He holds you in a tight grip as he whines about you forcing him to say these things. You should just know, he insists. It embarrassed him, having to put his feelings into words. You tug on his ear, cooing as he grumbles.
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mariiimagines · 6 months
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DachaBo x preggo S/o headcanons
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Warnings: pregnancy, talk of pups/litters, possessiveness, talks of oral $ex, alphas
Notes: Bo would be a amazing father like think about this..
(He's out of the Tamagotchi ofc)
When s/o is pregnant with his pups he literally treats them like royalty. Even before they get a baby bump he doesn't want them lifting anything heavy or doing any housework he just wants his puppy to relax and let their body create their Precious pups!
Have morning sickness? Bo will be by your side when you're throwing up, going to make sure you're well hydrated and have ginger or mint tea to help with your stomach.
Strange craving for food? He will make sure to have the fridge stocked up with all types of food and snacks for you. Want take out that's no problem puppy eat as much as you want! He wants his pup to grow big and strong after all.
When you have the energy he's making sure to go on walks with you. When you're out together he's always holding your hand or he has you walk in front of him and you never leave his eyesight, you thought he was protective before?? It's nothing compared to how he is now. He feels like everything around could be potential danger and he has to protect you and the growing pup inside you.
When you start going through mood swings I feel like he's very understanding. Feeling clingy and wanting attention, no problem, come here puppy! He will give you lots of cuddles and kisses. When you're Feeling sad or crying it hurts his heart he'll give you a shoulder to cry on even if it's the tiniest thing.
Bo rushes to the kitchen after hearing you sobbing from the room over.
"Puppy!! What's wrong?! Why are you crying?" You look at him with tears streaming down your face "Bo… i-I dropped the bag of chips on the floor.."
He walks over to you and gently wraps his arm around you bringing you into a hug "oh puppy…it's going to be okay I'll clean it up for you alright..?" He then would prep your face with soft kisses and licks if you let him.
If your mood swings make you feel angry at him it does hurt him but he will give you your space if you want it, he will stay out of the room but just know he isn't too far and he's always listening for you.
Once your belly starts growing nice and big he's practically swooning. He couldn't have picked a better mate!! You look so beautiful puppy. I feel Bo gets increasingly horny when you're in this state but he knows he's too rough when it comes to "meal time" so he makes sure to take care of himself, If your limbo is high while pregnant he would use his tongue and hands to please you so he doesn't hurt you or the pup.
When you're having a hard time sleeping due to pain he stays up with you and gives you back rubs and makes sure you sleep comfortably on your side as he big spoons.
When the pups are due he’s right by your side in the hospital, holding your hand giving you praise and support.
Once the pups are delivered his heart is warmed
The pups have your eyes!
He couldn't be any happier.
Bo was able to pick up the whole litter of pups and show you all of them one by one. If you want some bonding time with them he'll lay all of them down on you for they can smell and see you and know that you're there mama ♡
If you don't want them on you right now or you feel too exhausted Bo's got this! He holds them all watching the pups and you all sleep
He feels like he's the luckiest alpha in the world ♡♡
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