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tan1shere · 2 days
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Ellie Williams x female reader !
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A/n: Ellie Williams x sick stubborn reader !! Thought this would be cute because sometimes I don't like to admit when I'm getting sick as I hate it so much. Especially when something exciting is coming up- but anyways I won't blab any longer, enjoy the story beautiful people <3
Summary: you were slowly developing a cold but you were incredibly stubborn and kept saying you were fine, but the freezing winter was only making it worse, Ellie had to make you stay home so it would get better.
Warnings: fear of puking (I sadly suffer from it- and yes I can't remember what the name is 😃.) Just ellie being a sweetheart:( fluffyness !!
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It was a cold winters day in Jackson. Snow drizzling every so often. You and Ellie were currently out on patrol at some random building. Night was beginning to come, and you and her were on your way back. "It's so cold out." You mention, hugging your jacket close to you. Ellie looks at you. "Babe, you should wear more layers." She speaks going to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You sink into her touch keeping more warm. "Im fineee." She lets out a hum. "I heard you coughing back there." You go to push her gently away from you. "I had a tickle in my throat big deal." You let out a small laugh, but she gets serious. "Well it is getting cold out I'd hate for you to get si-" "I'm fine Ellie I promise." That didn't seem too believable. As you approached the gates to the small town you lived in, you and Ellie split ways eventually. Going to your little home and flopping on your bed, getting under the covers wanting to sleep as you were exhausted from your long day.
The next day rolled around but you were glued to your bed, you knew you had to get up. Letting out a groan, opening one eye ever so slightly. You look out your window gazing at the falling snow. "So tired." You figured it was from your big day yesterday, but you were definitely wrong. Sitting up almost immediately as you begin to have a coughing fit. Just like you began to have yesterday. Weird. Once it slowly died down you look around, feeling a tad faint. When all of a sudden there was a knock at your door. "Baby, you up? It's almost 9, you've slept for awhile." You shake your head out of your small daydream and get up, going over to your door and opening it. You look at Ellie but she widens her eyes. "What?" You were confused by it. "You look incredibly pale." She had worry in her tone, coming inside and shutting the door. "I'm probably just cold Elli-" That was cut short when you felt a soft and cold hand on your forehead. "Uh uh you're burning up." This made you even more confused. I mean, you did feel a bit off. But you had so much to do today, you couldn't take a break or anything.
After all it was probably nothing... right? "Ok, well I'll be ready in a second." Which earns a shake of her head. "Ellie-" "you're so stuck in your ways huh? You're clearly sick." You roll your eyes. "I am not sick, I swear." Once again this woman believes nothing that's coming out of your mouth. "You're full of shit you know that." You attempt to ignore her and head outside anyways, but she instantly blocks the door. "Let me out." "Nope." You huff. "I told you I'm not-" you couldn't even finish that argument because you start coughing like a crazy person. "You were saying?" Letting out a long groan you get back on your bed. You just wanted to go out, you loved doing your little jobs, and the snow. It bummed you out when you were sick. But you were really glad that Ellie was the type to not take no for an answer. Because after a few minutes had passed you were getting worse.
You only wanted to get some water for that pesky scratch in your throat, while Ellie was reading something on your nightstand, laying in your bed. Her attention turns to you as she notices you gripping the sink in the small kitchen you had. "Baby?" You don't reply trying to calm your aching skull. "Hey, everything alright?" She asks again, more concerned. "I just got really dizzy.." You sigh out, trying to stand properly. Ellie gets up going over to you. "Why don't you go lay down and rest, I'll get you these things ok?" You want to nod but knowing your head is pounding you settle for an 'mhmmm' She watches as you take your drink going to walk close behind you, making sure you don't get too light headed. This is when Ellie goes full protective girlfriend mode. She makes you lay down under the covers, wanting you to have as much comfort as possible. "Are you too warm or cold?" You ponder her question. "I'm quite cold." She begins to bundle you up in the blankets, making sure you're warm enough but not to the point of overheating.
Next she will dampen a cold cloth to put on your burning forehead, in hopes it'll ease your growing temperature. "Have you got a thermometer anywhere." You didn't find it as necessary but she still wouldn't take no for an answer. "Probably in the first aid kit in the bathroom." You'd respond. She goes to grab it, coming back over to you. "Mouth open, tongue up." You give her a look. "Ellie come on-" "I need to see exactly what you're at." She'd reply. "You're ridiculous." But you do as she said, feeling the cool glass hit your tongue, keeping it there for however long it needed to be. She takes it out looking at it. "Maybe we should get Maria or Joel- this is concerning." You put a hand on hers. "Baby, I promise you this is all ok, I'll be fine." But you keep proving your points wrong when suddenly you sneeze randomly. She gives you a 'I'm literally right' sort of look. Resulting in you just shaking your head, leaning back against your bed.
You got to admit tho, you wanted to stay strong for Ellie, but you were quite scared. Yes you hated being sick, colds, stuffyness. But one thing you dreaded the most was puking. As the day went on you were convinced it was just a runny nosed cold. When you felt a hurling ache in your lower stomach. Which soon started progressing higher, making that watery feeling arise. You swallow getting really worried. You avert your eyes to Ellie who was folding some of your clothes. She had been doing little things around your home all day to help you out. You try so incredibly hard not to let this feeling out, but your anxiety increases as the feeling does too. "E-ellie." You try to get out worried if you open your mouth in the slightest something might erupt. Your hand makes its way underneath your breasts. Rubbing circles, hoping the horrid feeling will just fuck off. "Yeah my girl?" She softly replies. But you don't think you can answer. You need to get the message across but you're so scared.
She whips her head around to look at you, seeing your skin getting even more pale and noticing your actions. Her eyes widen as she soon realizes. Ellie knew your fear, ever since the first time you puked infront of her she hated the gut wrenching cry of pain you let out once you had, your tears hurting everything inside of her. Stopping what she was doing she makes her way over to you, sitting on the bed. "Hey, look at me baby." Her tone was still as soft as anything. "I'm scared." You blurt out. "I know, I know. But maybe you need to. Get out all of those icky bugs inside you." You were instant to shaking your head. "You don't need to be scared I'm right here. I promise." She speaks, holding your hand. You let go of a shaky breath, taking in her gentle words. "Let me get the bowl ok?" She gets up going to do just that, bringing it over to you. It took a few seconds for you to just give into the thing you were dreading, holding it back. Once you do she was quick to putting your hair back and out of your face.
Putting it in a small bun, knowing this wasn't the last time you'd be puking that day. Not long after she hears your soft cries, and that gut wrenching sound of absolute pain. "Ellie." You make a disgusted face, tasting the horribleness. "I know my baby, I know." She gives you a small frown, wanting to take all this pain away from you. "Everything hurts." She rubs a soothing hand on your head moving to set the bowl down and clean it out soon. "I'm sorry Els." But she shakes her head. "You can't help being sick angel, just hurts to hear your cries and pains." You nod. "I hate it." "Me too darling. Being sick is the worst." There was a small silence. "Want me to lay with you precious girl?" Your heart melted at how caring this woman was. "You've done so much for me today- I really don't want to get you sick-" But she puts a finger on your mouth shhing you. "Don't be silly babe, I'd rather get sick then leave you here all by yourself. That's horrible to even think about." She goes to get into bed with you. Immediately you snuggle close to her. "Thank you." She smiles. "No need to thank me love, I'm always here for you." You let a smile spread across your face feeling exhausted. "Why don't you have a little nap and then we can try to get you to drink something when you wake up." And you couldn't agree more to that nap. Sleeping almost instantly.
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why-me-marti · 3 days
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I had a fanfic idea. It's a temporary amnesia fic BUT BEFORE YOU LEAVE HEAR ME OUT
I'm also not a huge fan of amnesia fics but for some reason I was thinking of Milo/Sweetheart with this idk
So basically, the Department requested Sweetheart specifically to be part of a undercover investigation or project that only they can fill the role of because no one else has that particular skill or magic expertise or no one else is available (Kinda cliche but its for the plot so shhhh) But they are skeptical of Sweetheart because of how close they are with the pack AND the Solaire clan and because of what went down with Quinn and the Summit. They are afraid of Sweetheart telling people outside of work of what they're going to do, mainly because the Department is kinda shady and they have other secret projects going on, like Project Meridian, that they don't want anyone hearing about.
This project also requires them to move out, in the same way Anton and James had to leave their partners. But because Sweetheart has powerful connections unlike James and Anton, to make sure that Sweetheart doesn't tell anyone about this project, the Department erases ALL of Sweetheart's memories of Milo and the pack and the Solaire Clan. It's either that or an accident occurs during the early stages of the investigation/project and they labeled it as an accident and didn't tell them or Milo. They also destroyed Sweetheart's phone so that their is no physical evidence of the pack's connection with them.
So Milo is a sad boi because his mate is gone but he is still expecting them to come back home once the project is finished. In the end, more than a year goes by and he never hears from them again. He's tried to contact them by visiting the Department and contacting their work friends (like Cam or Cutie depending on your headcanon) but they don't know anything either.
Finally, a bit more than two years go by and Sweetheart is done with the project and is free to leave. They got paid a large sum of money, was given a really long holiday and was told to keep quiet about the project. The reason why the Department didn't take their memories after this was in case things go wrong with the result of the project and they are needed to come back to fix it (shh its for the plot)
One day, they go shopping and nearby there are lots of other little stores and cafes. Sweetheart is walking back to their car with their groceries and they suddenly hear their name being called. They turn around and its coming from a cafe on the corner of the street. There are four people running out the building towards them. An attractive little man, a tall guy with a serious look on his face, another man with a choker and someone with scars on their knuckles.
They look like they're going to kill Sweetheart.
Long story short, they approach Sweetheart with questions like "Where have you been?" and "Why didn't you tell us that you finished the project?" etc. Milo also started tearing up and hugged them but they remained quiet and looked uncomfortable. The four could sense that something about them was different, and not in a good way. Here's a little conversation I imagined them having :)
SH: Woah, back up. Who are you guys? How do you know my name?
(The four can sense a shift in the air and goes silent.)
Darlin': Are you serious? You're messing with us, right? You've been gone for two years and that's what you have to say?
SH: I don't know what the hell you're on about, but if you're done interrogating me, I'll be going now.
Milo: Wait, so you don't remember us?
(Sweetheart looks at them individually and contemplates for a bit.)
SH: I... no, I don't. (Stares at Darlin') I think I arrested you at some point? (mumbles under their breath ->) I'm sure I did, but that was a long time ago. Ugh, I don't know, my memory is a little hazy. Everything blurs together... sometimes...
(Sweetheart gets a headache from trying to recall memories they no longer have)
Asher: So, you don't even remember Milo? Come on, he's literally your-
Milo: (stops Ash from finishing his sentence) So you really don't know me?
SH: Well, I... I don't, but you seem familiar.
Milo: So you do remember me a little? (hopeful)
SH: No, not at all. (Pause) But your aura... It's familiar. All of your auras, actually. But yours (referring to Milo), it's weird. It's... oddly comforting.
(An awkward silence passes and Sweetheart looks uncomfortable and confused again so the four decide to give them space and eventually Sweetheart goes back to their car and leaves. Milo stares after their car until it disappears.)
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The reason Milo didn't want Asher to tell them that he was their mate is because he could already see that it wouldn't do any good. They would either be more weirded out and walk away immediately or they wouldn't believe him at all. After that, fate decides to be nice and they meet again. Sweetheart is less shaken and hostile and takes Milo's number to shut him up. Their curiosity gets the better of them and they decide to contact him. They slowly build a new relationship from there, one day at a time. After some time of going out as friends, Milo has an idea of what happened to them and Sweetheart is having a hard time taking in the fact that they used to be mates but they don't remember any of it. In the end, they get back together and they are slowly reintroduced to the pack. What happens to the Department is up for interpretation because of how corrupt I made them sound lmao. Whether Sweetheart regained their memories is also up to you.
I just thought this idea was really interesting and fun to explore. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk :)
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keeps-ache · 10 months
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oh brother. kinda sucks to have multiple creative interests and you can only do One but it's not the one you want to do at the moment </3
#just me hi#i want to DRAWWW#but i CANNN"TTT#ohhhhhhhhhhh woe is MEE#i can only write!!! what the funk kinda black magic is this !!!#i haven't been able to write for like 4+ months and now it's just BAM. nothing else#was suddenly inspired to start practicing and experimenting with my style and then i opened up clip and. i. i don't know where it went#it's still there but i can't DO anything with it! it's like it's held up on a pedestal and surrounded by glass and i'm a bird#but hey i've written 2000+ words bit by bit over like 3 days so that's pretty cool#Really cool how i've been able to keep up the momentum too. but i want to draw hvhsbfhsj#/MAN it's not even one of my pet projects either what the heck!! [gggggggrrrrrrrroooooooooooaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn]#i wanted to work on p1nk space and now i just Can't. this is the greatest joke known to mankind#like i tried drawing Oath and it's just not happening hbvfhsj. i Almost finished getting the pose sketched out and then !!!kaSPLATZ!!!#suddenly i cannot Stand to open clip what is thisss what is this curseeee#/but i mean like aside from being slightly :/'d from that i've been having fun writing!#i haven't written like this since i was like 13 and i'm scared i'll lose the flow soon fvshvdhs#not like whatever 13yo-me was writing but like there's the Most Minimal block when i'm going :D#and i'm reusing some old elements from another story i couldn't finish and i feel good about it !!#EXCEPT those elements actually make sense with where i know i'm going hvhsdhvjfj#not gonna say i'll ever finish it though cuz doing that makes some part of me dig in its heels and say 'NO. NEVER. this will NEVER leave#the save file!!!!!' lolll#but it's fun :D#//but yah gonna get back to it now :3#toodles and pool noodles !!
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thef1diary · 1 month
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Little Big Fan | Three
— Little Big Race
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Usually, you had a hard time waking your daughter up, and unfortunately she got that habit from you. It was something your mother laughed at a lot whenever you told her about it. She would always say, "you were a troublesome child so now you have a troublesome child but she's cuter."
Today was a different story, Isabella was the one waking you up. "Mama, mama, mama, wake up, we have to see Maxy race today!" She jumped up and down on the bed even though you've tried to tell her not to.
Groaning, you peeked out the blanket to see the biggest toothy smile on your daughter's face and it should've been enough to wake you up. You looked over and saw the time, it was way too early for her to be this energetic. You still have no idea how she musters up so much energy in her little body.
"Bella, qualifying is seven hours away, let's sleep a little longer?" You asked and easily wrapped your arms around your little one. Covering her in the blanket, you hoped to at least get another hour of sleep.
It took her less than two minutes to fall back asleep in her mother's arms. That habit, was from her father who never had an issue of being unable to sleep quickly.
The hour passed by rather quickly, and this time Isabella woke up as soon as she felt you getting off the bed. The giddy excitement was still there and rightfully so but it was a little calmer than an hour ago.
Since you only had to order room service instead of cooking breakfast, the morning was a lot less stressful for you. As soon as Isabella was finished eating breakfast, she ran to her little suitcase and took out her outfit for the day.
Once you helped her change, your little girl was decked in a blue dress with red glittery clips in her hair according to her wishes, her reason being, "Maxy always wears red and blue."
Soon enough, you two were enroute towards the track. You had gotten your passes when you first checked in at the hotel because Max had dropped them off before you arrived.
It was simple enough finding your way towards the entrance, but it was a whole different story after. There were so many people, albeit less than outside, and they all looked like they knew where they were going.
Holding Isabella's hand tightly, you continued walking in hopes to figure out where you're supposed to go. "Where's Max, mama?" Your daughter asked but you didn't have an exact answer.
"Hopefully somewhere around here, angel." You contemplated calling him, unsure whether or not he'd be busy. But then again, if he is then he won't pickup so there was no harm in trying.
Keeping your gaze on Isabella, you called him. After two rings, he picked up, "Hi, I was just about to call you, are you here?" You could hear him panting on the other end as if he ran to pick up your call, but you decided not to comment on it.
"Yeah, I don't know exactly where we are though," He laughed on the other end, "it's okay, just describe the area and I'll come find you." 
You did as he instructed and Max was walking towards you within three minutes. However, he was not alone, there was another man in different coloured teamwear walking next to him. 
Isabella's smile grew when she spotted Max but since you were holding her hand, she couldn't run towards him. Max crouched down and held his hand up so Isabella could give him a high-five. 
The man standing next to him the same, and Isabella was mesmerized, gasping, "Daniel Ricciardo." She probably butchered the pronunciation of his surname but he didn't seem to mind.
Max shook his head, "no, Isabella, he's Daniel Avocado." The comment made Daniel burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in. 
The sound of your laugh directed Max's gaze towards you and once it was on you, it was stuck there. Even when Daniel nudged him and asked, "introductions?" 
A few seconds passed by without Max saying anything so to save him from further embarrassment, Daniel decided to take the liberty of introductions. Once you introduced yourself to him, Daniel had a knowing smile on his face. 
"So you're the one who's daughter ran away because of Max," he chuckled while your cheeks grew red in embarrassment, "unfortunately yes, how did you hear about that?" You asked, having an idea that Max probably told him.
But the answer Daniel gave you was surprising, "I've heard the story around ten times so far since someone keeps bringing you up in conversations." 
Max's eyes widened but you laughed, "is that so? Well Isabella hasn't stopped talking about Max either." 
You and Daniel collectively looked at Isabella who was still starstruck by not one but two drivers, the shock of being in the paddock finally catching up to her. Then the two of you looked at Max, who was also unusually quiet according to Daniel, and burst out laughing once again.
"Looks like both of them had too much to say and now it's not enough," Daniel commented and you agreed with a nod. "Your daughter is adorable by the way," he added to fill the silence and nudged Max harshly when you looked at her. 
"How about I show you around?" Max finally found his words, and you looked at him skeptically, "I don't want to take up your time if you have something else to do." 
"I've got some time, plus it would be very unfair if you came all the way here and I didn't spend time with you and Isabella." Max didn't wait for a response from you, instead turning his gaze towards your little one, "right?" 
Isabella gave him a sharp nod, and you couldn't help but smile as you saw the two interact. "Alright then, lead the way." 
It took him thirty minutes to show you around the paddock, but he mainly focused on the RedBull Energy Center, as that was where all the driver's guests could relax and enjoy some team catered meals.
Isabella asked him all sorts of questions, and Max even stopped for an extra minute to grab some noise cancelling earmuffs for her little ears. 
Your eyes widened when he placed them on her head, mentally cursing at the fact that out of all the things you could've forgotten, it was the headphones. Once again, before you could hide your expression, Max noticed it and muttered, "it's okay, that's why we have them here." 
He explained that since it was his home grand prix—something you didn't know until he mentioned it—most of the fans were rooting for him. 
Then, Max was approached by someone from his team, telling him that he was needed back in the garage. The rest of the day passed by quite fast. You watched qualifying from the hospitality as per Max's suggestions. 
As the session continued, you slowly understood some of the terminology, but it would still take a few more races to fully understand what is going on. On the other hand, Isabella clapped happily every time Max's RedBull passed by, and you even joined her after a few times. 
It is race day. You and Isabella were back in the paddock and this time you had figured out where to go. You were proud of yourself for navigating the area after only being shown around once. You reached later than you hoped due to the traffic, but fortunately, there was still a while before the race began.
Max had told you to meet him near the garages and when you neared them, you could see him speaking expressively to a small group of people. Based on their outfits, you knew they were drivers. The only one you remembered other than Max was Daniel, as you've met him yesterday. 
"Mama, walk faster," your daughter urged, her pace fastened as soon as she spotted Max, tugging you along. You were glad that she didn't leave your hand. 
"Maxy!" Your daughter cheered as soon as she was in hearing range of the drivers. They all collectively turned towards the noise, Max's face lighting up as soon as his gaze landed on you two. 
"Isabella!" Max cheered with the same amount of energy, and you let go of your daughter's hand so she could run up to him. 
He greeted you as well, taking a step closer to you and with a sheepish smile on his face he spoke, "I got something for her." Max said quietly enough so Isabella didn't hear him, since he wanted your approval first before he revealed his surprise. 
You nodded, encouraging him and with a big smile he placed a cap on Isabella's head, surprising her. She took it off to look at it and when she saw his driver's number on the cap, she gasped.
Then, she placed it back on her head and turned to look at you, "mama, look!" You chuckled, "very nice, what do you say, angel?" 
Isabella didn't think twice before hugging him, "thank you, thank you, thank you!" 
Max held out another cap for you, and before you could say anything he added, "I need everyone to know who you're cheering for." Deciding to tease him you responded, "what if I want to cheer for Daniel?" 
You saw his smile drop, making you break out into a smile to let him know you were just joking. You pointed to the number on the cap, "number 1 driver, yeah,” you stated, the implication of him being the number one driver both literally and figuratively was heard loud and clear.  
"Mama," Isabella grabbed your attention, pointing at the driver in a red suit that you've yet to be introduced to. "Lightning McQueen," she added, making the group of drivers around you laugh at her words. 
Charles pointed at himself, "me?" he looked at you for an answer and you nodded, "yeah, can you really blame her though, you're all decked out in red." 
As if you were lying, he looked down and then shrugged, "fair." 
Isabella was content with being the center of attention between the drivers that you now know the names of; Charles, Lando, Alex, and George.
Max pulled you aside. "I wanted to ask you this yesterday but we didn't have time. Do you think Isabella would like it if I let her sit inside my car?" 
Your mouth quite literally dropped open, and you had to blink a few times as if it would make you understand his words better. "Huh?" is all that left your mouth. 
"My car? Is she going to like it?" He asked again and you nodded, "she would love that, are you even allowed to do that?" 
He chuckled at your question, "it's my car, I think I can do anything I want with it." 
Before he could turn around to speak to Isabella, you reached for his hand to stop him, "Max, you have no idea how much this would mean to her." He nodded in understanding, "make sure to take lots of pictures." 
You heard her squeal in excitement as soon as Max asked the question, watching her eagerly nod. You followed them into the garage, heart warming at how Max held Isabella's hand the entire time. 
With the way Isabella hasn't stopped smiling, you would think her smile was permanently stuck on her face. You took loads of pictures, a few even with Max's helmet on her head that was way too big for her. 
Even the team principal, Christian Horner, stopped for a moment to look at the joy on both Isabella and Max's face. It would make one think that it was Max’s first time around a F1 car as well.
By the time the race started, Isabella's energy had significantly drained, but she remained awake for the entirety of the race. Watching the race from the garage unlocked a different joy on her face, and she would cheer when Max came into the pits for fresher tyres. 
As soon as her eyes drooped, something would occur in the race that would cause her to brighten up again. Max barely had to overtake as he started off in pole position, only needing to pass the other drivers after coming out of the pitlane. 
Just like Isabella, your eyes didn't waver away from the race despite how fast your heart was beating due to nervousness about the drivers' speeds. 
You knew they were the best of the best, very professional, but ever since you've gotten to know them personally, you couldn't help but worry for them. Especially Max. 
Turns out, you didn't have to worry too much as Max crossed the finish line first, winning the race in front of his home crowd. 
Everything after that was a blur. You just remember Christian leading you towards the crowd underneath the podium, ensuring that no one had the audacity to push or shove you. Isabella was safely in your arms, watching the celebrations with wide but sleepy eyes. 
As soon as she saw the trophy being handed to Max, she rested her head on your shoulder and was out like a light. 
Once the champagne was sprayed, you made your way through the crowd, walking towards the exit. Your daughter was sound asleep and you didn't want the noise waking her up and disturbing her much needed rest. 
Other than the one extra hour of rest in the morning, she hadn't taken any naps since she was mesmerized by everything around her. Now, since it was all over, all you focused on was getting back to the hotel. 
As soon as Isabella was comfortably in bed, you decided to take a shower to wash away all the built up and dried sweat. While you were busy, your phone rang with two calls, both from Max, that were inevitably sent to voicemail. 
After your shower, you ordered some food and turned on the tv in the other room. Around fifteen minutes went by before there was a knock on your door. Thinking it was room service with your dinner, you opened it without checking who it really was.
Max was stood on the other side, changed out of his race suit but still in a Redbull polo.
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champagneholland · 3 months
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Lover | Charles Leclerc
Author's notes: I have six unfinished stories in my drafts and in less than a day I finish a new one. I don't know anymore what to do with myself. Warnings: nothing is like it seems ;), pregnancy, fluff, baby fever Summary: From allegedly cheating on her to having a baby together or "Fuck, Cherie, I can explain," Charles said moving the blankets to hide his side chick "There is an explanation". Y/N crossed her arms, a scolding glance painted on her face "I can see her tail, Charles". Masterlist
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Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover
The house was silent when she entered the house. Y/N called out his name a few times followed by a loud 'I am home' to which she got no reply. She took off her shoes and walked upstairs. Once she reached the corridor, the girl heard some noises coming from the bedroom. She understood immediately what was happening and decided to tiptoe, walk in on them, and catch them in the act. The door was closed, and the giggles amplified as Y/N opened it, slamming it hard. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped to the floor when she saw what was happening in their bed. "Fuck, Cherie, I can explain," Charles said moving the blankets to hide his side chick "There is an explanation". Y/N crossed her arms, a scolding glance painted on her face "I can see her tail, Charles". Charles could not hide anymore his smile and pulled off the blanket where Luna, their two-month Golden Retriever was hiding. The moment the puppy spotted her mum, she started barking and her tail moved even faster in excitement. "I thought we said she was not allowed on the bed," she said as she approached Luna and started petting their new baby. The boy gave her puppy eyes "She was so sad, you know I can't say no to her". It was true, in the past three weeks Luna had silently stolen Charles' heart and wrapped him around her paws. Her big brown eyes always lit up when he walked into a room, and she constantly wanted to sit next to him (or on top of him) on the sofa. Y/N was cut out from the picture. What started as something funny turned into a serious issue, at least for her. Especially because this love was equally reciprocated: Charles also had eyes just for baby Luna. Almost every day he came home with a new toy and always sneaked treats when he thought his girlfriend was not looking. "Come sit with us, my love" Charles said, "so I can properly cuddle both my girls". My girls. Those words made butterflies erupt in her belly. She could not wait to tell him that soon there might have been a third girl running around the house. But that was not the right moment, so she pushed that thought into the back of her head. Y/N took off her pants and jumped on the bed and onto Charles' arms. Luna squeezed herself between the two parents (this is how they referred to themselves) so that she could be petted by both of them. Her boyfriend asked her about her day, and they spent a few minutes like that, cuddling and talking about everything and anything. He said his mum had invited them to dinner that weekend and then showed her some new pictures he had taken of Luna while she was at work. Those tranquil, mundane moments were the best bits of her day. And the puppy was now a bonus. She was actually the one who got the pet. Her brother recently got a dog and when they met Malcolm, Charles became obsessed with the small Beagle. His smile was so pretty, and she would have done everything to see those dimples, so a couple of days later, Luna was waiting for him in the living room, a red bow on her collar. She had to admit, Charles took the father role seriously and seeing him taking such good care of Luna made her heart melt. Of course, Y/N had no doubt Charles would have been great, he had always taken good care of her and his loved ones. "I have to go now, I have a paddle match with Max and the others" he said, bringing her back from her thoughts "I would stay with you here, my loves". "Come on, you need to see your friends too. I'll take care of Luna while you are away". He gave her a kiss and tons to Luna whose tail moved frantically. Charles then collected his things and blew her (or Luna, who could tell) one last kiss before leaving the house. Y/N made sure he was gone before opening the nightstand next to the bed. Under pairs of panties and bras, she found the box she was looking for. "Well," she said looking at Luna "I think it's time to take this test".
She sat on the floor, Luna on her side looking at her with curious eyes. A part of her believed the puppy somehow knew what was going on, or at least the seriousness of the issue. "I am so scared, Luna" she confessed "What if I am not ready? With you it's been so easy, but a real baby? I don't know if I can handle that". The puppy got closer to her and put her tiny face next to her belly and Y/N took this as a sign. She picked up the test she left on the toilet seat and looked at the result. Then she started crying.
Charles was of course the first one to know. He cried too and then he hugged her and kissed her and then hugged her again. Charles really could not believe the family was enlarging again so soon. He had always wanted a big family, with lots of kids running around the house. It was hard keeping the secret; in his head, the baby was already there. He bought a cradle, some clothes and emptied one of the rooms in the house. "You will be a big sis, Luna" Charles always said to the puppy, who was growing as fast as Y/N's bump. Charles's hands had never been that busy, one on her belly and the other petting his first daughter. During those months he had been the biggest supporter. Somehow, he always knew what she needed the most, the best word to use and the part of her body that was hurting her the most. Y/N had no doubts he would have been an amazing dad. But her? Would she be a good mum?
Those nine months went by faster than she had imagined. The house was still a mess, Charles wasn't done painting and Luna thought breaking all the pillows in the living room was a good idea. The contractions could have started at a worse moment, Y/N said to herself, and her boyfriend panicked because he could not find the bag for the hospital anymore. Charles rushed into the room and slipped on one of Luna's toys tumbling on the ground with a loud scream that made her laugh and, for a moment, she forgot she was about to experience the worst pain ever endured. She could not have picked anyone better than him to be the love of her life.
Seven hours later, a baby boy entered the world. Charles cried a bit and never left her side, just like he promised.
The following day, the family was ready to leave the hospital and go back home. Y/N was still very tired, so Charles took all the bags as she carried their baby boy. He was the first to enter the house, luckily his family managed to put some food in the fridge and look after Luna as they were away. They also put some blue balloons around the living room and with a huge "Welcome home" waiting for them. Luna, who was now a big girl, was impatient to meet her baby brother. Charles had to physically drag her away from Y/N, too weak to support her weight, the baby and the dog too. Luckily Jules was still fast asleep and did not wake up due to Luna's soft whimpers. "She's impatient, wonder who she got this from" she joked as she sat down on the sofa "I am exhausted, babe. Would you like to show the baby around?". Charles gulped. Since the birth, he held the baby just once while she was sleeping, and it lasted a couple of minutes before his mother entered the room and he passed baby Jules to her. He did not want to admit it, but he was petrified. Of course, he had held babies before and he even took those classes with Y/N when she was still pregnant, but now in his hands, there was a real baby, not a plastic dummy. "Come on, you have barely held him" she insisted. Charles sighed, put down the bags and exchanged a quick look with Luna as if to say 'please behave'. The dog sat down but could barely hide the excitement of a new person in the house. As Y/N placed the baby in his arms, he swore his heart exploded in his chest. He had never felt a similar emotion. Jules squirmed as he passed in two stronger arms and slowly opened his eyes. "Coucou, mon bébé" Charles whispered "Are you ready to see your forever home?" The baby looked at him, his eyes now fully open. His mother kept insisting he looked just like him, but the driver could spot some similarities with Y/N too, like the tip of the nose and the lips. "Let's go, mummy has to rest. You caught us by surprise. We were not expecting you for the other three weeks. You really could not wait to join us, eh?" he said as he started lulling the baby in his arms. Y/N laid on the sofa admiring the scene with a big smile on her face and Luna followed them with her eyes, still keeping her distance. "So, we are in the living room. Here I found out we were expecting you. It was the best day of my life. We also shared the good news with our families, right here. Everyone was so happy, and they are looking forward to meeting you. You'll be so spoilt; I can feel it already" he chuckled and then moved to the kitchen "This is the kitchen. Your mum says I am not allowed here. She doesn't get my culinary art, but when she had her cravings, she would eat no matter what". "I can hear you" she yelled from the other room. Charles chuckled and pretended he did not listen to her "I promise you I'll try to be a better cook for both of you. I have already mastered my pancakes. Carlos said his receipt is better, but I have my doubts". Father and son moved to the following area of the house "This is the bathroom. This is where we'll clean you up and change your nasty diapers. This is the least exciting part of parenthood. Anyway, this is the shower. Mummy and I had lots of fun here. Can you see how big it is? It can host up to five people. But I would share this place just with mummy she is the best at giving me h-" "Are you seriously saying these things in front of our child?" Y/N yelled again as she started unpacking the bags.
"Yeah you are right, my bad" he excused himself and looked down at his son who was attempting what he believed was a smile "Mummy is a bit bossy sometimes, she likes to scold me. But she is right. She always is. Don't tell her I said that or else I'll never hear the end of it". They moved back to the living room and took the stairs. Luna finally decided to follow them and overtook the two on the ramp. Y/N, left alone, decided to also join them, but kept some distance as she wanted to crave those moments in her memory for the rest of her days. "Welcome to mummy and daddy's room. Here is where you have been conceived. Either here or on the yacht I really cannot say" he turned around and saw Y/N standing on the door frame and her typical 'I am so done' expression. He just chuckled and continued "Here you can come anytime, if you are happy, if you are sad, if you have a nightmare or simply need company". It was now time to go to the most important room, the one for the baby. Charles turned around and this time Y/N decided to follow them more closely with loyal Luna attached to her hip. "This is your room. Do you like it? Yeah, I know, it's not finished, but you came earlier than expected so I did not have time to conclude my work of art. I have always wanted to become an architect, and this was my first project. Mummy says also the last one and next time we'll pay someone to do it. I made a mess and almost knocked down a load-bearing wall. Again, I can't win with her; she's always right. And this is why I love her so much. No matter the situation, she has always been there for me. She knows what to say and she is not scared of calling me out" he took a deep breath as emotions were running high "I have not met anyone as good as her. She made me a father even if I thought I only had fun uncle potential and now I wanted to ask her if I could get another upgrade, maybe the husband position is still available, should I ask?" Y/N almost forgot how to breathe for a moment. Was it really happening? Right after giving birth in their unfinished baby room with a nine-month-old golden retriever running around the house? It all felt like a dream because she would have never imagined her life so beautiful and so complete. Complete even if it wasn't exactly, but at that moment she didn't care if the nursery wasn't ready yet, or if Luna was still undisciplined. She had everything she had always wanted and even more. Charles looked at her with a shy smile on his face and must have read her mind, as he normally did. "I cannot kneel right now, and I don't have a ring yet. I can't promise it will always be perfect, but maybe you can give me a chance?" She wiped away some tears that escaped from her lashes and approached him. With her hands on both sides of his face, she pulled him gently and kissed his lips. "I think it would be cool to marry you if that's what you are trying to ask me". His smile grew bigger and he turned to his son "See, kid? This is how you get the girl you love". 
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Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x hufflepuff!reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, tw! abuse, bullying, and my shitty writing
Summary: Y/n has two older brothers in Ravenclaw. Both are little entitled shits that love treating their sister like shit. When Mattheo finds out when they take it too far... Well, we all know what he'll do.
A/n: @victoriapedroza thank you for requesting! Im sorry if u didn't want me to make the reader a hufflepuff, I just thought it was a good idea. It's not my best, but do let me know what you think of it.
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Y/n smiled happily as she saw Mattheo waiting for her after class.
"Hi love," Mattheo smiled as Y/n came to a stop in front of him, he pecked her lips before taking her hand in his as they walked down the corridors to the Great Hall for lunch, "How was class?"
"Great! I helped Hagrid with the nifflers and one of the babies gave me a gold coin. Have you ever heard of anything like it? A niffler giving instead of taking something shiny. I feel honoured," Y/n smiled brightly.
Mattheo felt a warm feeling bubbling in his chest as he watched her smile brightly.
"That's amazing, baby," He said kissing the side of her head.
"What's also amazing is that I heard a certain someone won the potions competition again," She smirked as she eyed her boyfriend, "Another vial of liquid luck that is going to collect dust?"
"Why would I need liquid luck if I have my lucky charm right here?" Mattheo smiled as he brought their hands up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.
"You're cute, you know that?" She smiled kissing his cheek, "Oh! I completely forgot I have herbology next. I have to go get my books. I'll see you at lunch. Tell Pansy that she has to finish that story that she told me earlier."
"I will," Mattheo smiled before kissing her, "Now hurry back."
Y/n smiled at him before she hurried towards the hufflepuff common room. When she rounded the corner she bumped straight into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" She looked up and saw Gavin and Phillip, her two older brothers. Phillip was the oldest and Gavin was only a year under him. (Btw, the years might not make sense. However we're here for the story, not math)
"Oh, it's you," Phillip said.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry. I have to get my her-"
"Yeah, we don't care," Gavin said interrupting her.
Y/n stood up and brushed her robes off, "No need to be rude," She mumbled.
"What was that?" Phillip asked harshly.
"Nothing, forget it. I'm going," She said and started to walk off before she was pulled back and pushed up against the wall.
"You've been lucky until now, you little bitch," Phillip spat, "That little boyfriend of yours has always been around. Where's he now, huh?"
"Let me go," Y/n begged, tears threatening to fall.
"Aww is little Y/n going to cry?" Gavin said mockingly.
Phillip then laughed, "I'll give you something to cry about," He said before he threw her on the ground and she landed against one of the pillars. He then proceeded to kick her in the stomach.
She went to grab her wand but Gavin stepped on her wrist. She cried out in pain.
"Don't even think about telling anyone, or you're dead," He spat before the two of them walked away.
Y/n had to move quickly to get to the common room and back to the Great Hall, all the while making sure there was no evidence, just so that Mattheo and the rest don't get suspicious.
"You took a little longer than expected, love," Mattheo said as she plopped down next to him, "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, just had to look for it," Y/n said, "Room's a bit of a mess."
"As always," Mattheo said chuckling.
Y/n smiled at her boyfriend and kissed him before pulling away and looking at Pansy who was in front in of her explaining the story she had told earlier. Just behind her, on the other side of the hall sat Gavin and Phillip who were both glaring at her.
She immediately turned away.
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It was a few days later the bruises on Y/n's hip and wrist got worse and were sore. So, sore that she couldn't move without cringing in pain. Something she had to do internally because she couldn't show it, she didn't want Mattheo or anyone else to find out.
Thank Merlin, it was winter, or they would've gotten suspicious if she wore a long sleeved shirt.
She sat with the rest of the Slytherin gang in the Slytherin common room. She was allowed to be there. She insisted on getting permission instead of sneaking in all the time and risk getting caught and getting detention.
"I'm so ready for the weekend," Enzo said, "I can't wait to get fucked."
"Fucked as in fucked or drunk and high?" Theo asked.
"Both," Enzo said.
"I could do with a drink right now," Pansy said.
"I can help with that," Y/n smirked as she stood up. Mattheo glanced at her confused, and as she stood up her shirt lifted slightly and he could see the big purple bruise.
Y/n then pulled two bottles firewhiskey from her bag.
"Holy fuck," Enzo laughed as he took one of the bottles from her, "Hufflepuff's becoming one of us."
"Shut up, I just thought we needed something to make us feel better," She smiled as she sat back down.
She went to open the bottle but her wrist pained. Mattheo watched as she struggled and saw the bruise.
"Looks like I'm not strong enough, you want to help me babe?" She asked smiling as she held out the bottle to him.
Mattheo took the bottle from her and opened it. Deciding to ask her later and not in front of everyone.
Later then came as Mattheo was walking Y/n back to the hufflepuff common room.
"Love," Mattheo said.
"Yeah?" She replied looking over at him.
"Why are their bruises on your wrist and hip?" He asked.
Y/n's heart began to quicken.
"Uh," She said before laughing nervously, "I was holding a bag that was stacked full of books. I was cleaning my dorm of course and then I bumped into the table. Guess I'm a little fragile."
Mattheo nodded, not believing her. She knew Mattheo didn't believe her, and she was glad he didn't asked anymore questions.
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Y/n once again forgot her book in her room, and the same thing happened last time. She bumped into her brothers.
This time, she didn't submit to defeat like she has always done. This time, she pulled her wand out.
"Ohh, someone's brave," Gavin said as he pulled his wand out.
Y/n looked around to see if anyone was coming. Why was the hall always empty when she runs into them?
"Just leave me alone," She said as she started to back away.
"How could we? You keep bumping into us. You need to stop running down the halls, forgetting your books," Phillip said.
"We should teach you something about that," Gavin said.
"Like... this!" Phillip then shot a spell at her but she deflected it.
Then Gavin shot a spell and she deflected it.
Soon both started shooting spells trying to disarm her. She couldn't take much because it wasn't long before her wand was thrown to the other side of the corridor.
"Now, you should know not to pull your wand on your older brothers," Phillip said, "Crucio."
Y/n fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Gavin walked up to her and started kicking her. He even threw in a punch. In her face.
"Alright that's enough," Phillip said and all the pain stopped.
Y/n felt like she could breathe again and coughed for air, and there was blood when she coughed.
"Oh that's fucking disgusting," Gavin cringed.
"Come on, let's go before someone comes along," Phillip said before they vanished down the corridor.
That's the last thing she saw before she passed out.
"I wonder what's taking Y/n so long?" Pansy said. Lunch was almost over and Y/n stilled hadn't returned.
"I'm going to go find her," Mattheo said as he stood up.
"See you guys later then," Theo said before Mattheo walked out of the Great Hall.
He rounded the corner and at the end he saw someone lying on the ground.
"Y/n," He realised as he ran over to her. She was beaten up badly. He gently picked her up before running to the Hospital Wing.
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"Who would do such a thing?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore as they stood in front of the hospital bed that Y/n was laying in. Mattheo sat next to her, he refused to move until she woke up.
"There are many that envy her," Dumbledore said, "But none that would hurt her like this."
"Well obviously someone did, we have to find out who. There is no place for bullying in this school," McGonagall said before they left.
It wasn't long after that, that Y/n opened her eyes.
"Shit," She said as she realised where she was.
Mattheo's eyes shot up, "Hey," He said once he saw she was awake, "I'm here."
Y/n turned her head to him, "Hey," She said.
"Love, who did this to you?" He asked, "Don't lie to me this time. I know when you lie."
Y/n sighed, "Gavin and Phillip," She said, "They've been doing this for years. Gotten worse and worse."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mattheo asked.
"They're my brothers. I'll never escape them," She said.
Mattheo remained silent. He only remained calm for her, but he wasn't going to hold back the next time he sees them.
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A week later Y/n was healed. Mattheo never left her side.
They were all sitting outside under the big tree in the courtyard. It was a peaceful day.
However that peacefulness didn't last long because Gavin and Phillip arrived.
Mattheo glared at them before he stood up from his where he sat and walked over to them.
"Oh dear," Y/n sighed as she watched Mattheo punch Phillip.
"What the fuck dude?" Gavin said before he himself got punched.
"Don't you ever fucking touch her again," Mattheo said as he kept throwing punches at Gavin. Phillip tried to pull him off but instead got himself landed under Mattheo receiving multiple punches.
"We should probably stop him," Pansy said.
"Nah, this is fun," Y/n said.
"What in Godric's name is going on out here?" McGonagall asked as she rushed outside. Mattheo got up and glared at the two boys whose faces were covered in blood.
"Just making sure these two never hurt touch their sister again," He said.
"They're the ones that hurt her?" McGonagall asked and Mattheo nodded, "I'd like to see you two in my office the second you're out of the hospital wing. You'll also get 3 months of detention. Every day."
McGonagall then turned to Mattheo, "As for you Mr Riddle. Five points will be taken from Slytherin for your act, but 25 points will be rewarded for standing up for your peers," McGonagall gave Y/n a wink before she disappeared with the two bloodied up boys behind her.
Mattheo walked back over and sat down again before pulling Y/n into her arms and kissing the side of her head, "That'll teach them never to touch my girl ever again."
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hongjoong x reader
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: 985 words, smut, auralism/voice kink, fingering, some dirty talk :
day 5 of fff24 (catching up since i got sick (╥ᆺ╥;)) ♡
"I'm sorry I'm so late, baby."
Hongjoong's voice pulled you out of the light sleep you'd fallen into. A smile played on your lips as you felt your boyfriend crawl into bed behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close. 
"I got so caught up I didn't realise what time it was," he whispered. He didn't sound sleepy at all, even though when you opened your eyes to squint at your phone the screen displayed a staggering 3:00 AM. You hummed softly as one of Hongjoong's hands slid up your pyjama top to rest against your stomach. "I'm sorry for waking you up."
"It's okay. Your feet are cold," you mumbled, which made Hongjoong giggle behind you. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and tangled his feet even more with yours, pulling you both flush together. "Keep talking, Joongie."
"Okay," Hongjoong murmured, his fingers moving back and forth against your skin. "I missed you all day. Missed hearing you talk, and your footsteps around the apartment. I kept wondering what you were up to. What did you get up to, hon?"
Your mind was so fuzzy from listening to Hongjoong talk that you almost forgot to reply. 
"Uhm," you stalled, pressing your thighs together as you tried to remember what you did while Hongjoong was out. "I finished some work in the morning after you left and in the afternoon I watched a movie... Some supernatural thing, like a rip-off of The Ring."
"Just a typical day, huh?" Hongjoong hummed, stretching his fingers out to let his pinky rest beneath the waistband of your panties. When you mumbled out a soft 'uh-huh', Hongjoong exhaled quietly, amused by your sleepy voice. You felt butterflies fill your stomach at the sound of it. "Mine was the same, just finishing things up and brainstorming new- hey, baby, why're you squirming so much?"
"Nothing," you huffed softly, though you could feel your cheeks heating up when he called you out. Hongjoong grunted, a small sound that told you he didn't really believe your reply, and then sighed so that his breath fanned out over the back of your neck. "Just finish telling me about your day?"
"Okay, well... I've been picking up the guitar more often. Maybe tomorrow I'll show you the songs I've learned," he rambled on, not pausing to mention the way you were almost constantly shifting your thighs, seeking friction to accompany the warmth growing between your legs at the sound of Hongjoong's voice. "...I was going to get an energy drink but one of the staff members kept going on about how they aren't good for you so I ended up getting a coffee instead. But then later on I saw Wooyoungie with one and nobody was telling him to be careful so I don't know what that was about."
You made a non-committal sound in response, trying to pretend like you were listening when in reality Hongjoong's words were all getting muddled in your head, blurred around the edges and scratching an itch you hadn't noticed was there.
"Baby?" Hongjoong's voice called softly. 
"Hm?" you replied, pouting at his voice coming to a stop even if it was just to call you a petname. 
"Are you getting off on this?" he asked, and this time you could hear a smirk in his voice. You stuttered, trying to come up with a believable answer, but Hongjoong cut you off with a giggle. "It's okay. You're cute. Want me to finish telling you about my day?"
You paused, weighing up your embarrassment against your desire to deal with the sudden wave of arousal so you could get back to sleep. Eventually, the latter won out, and you relaxed in Hongjoong's hold again. 
"Yes please," you murmured, feeling like you were asking for a bedtime story. Hongjoong's lips pressed against your shoulder in a feverish kiss before he resumed his earlier ramblings.
This time, as he spoke, his hand slowly moved beneath your panties. When his fingers came into contact with the wetness on your lips his breath hitched momentarily, then his fingers began rubbing circles against your clit with just enough pressure to make your breathing uneven. 
"And then we had a meeting to try on some new stage outfits, they got us fitted and everything... The colours seemed sorta off to me but they said that under the stage lights and all of that it'd look fine," he mumbled, his voice slowly becoming rougher around the edges as your arousal became more evident. Your shaky breaths turned into hushed moans, skin tingling everywhere that Hongjoong touched and the pool of arousal in your stomach getting dangerously close to spilling over. 
You felt two of his fingers press into you, and as he bent them inside of you his palm rubbed against your clit, making you groan into your pillow. A soft nip to your shoulder made you gasp, Hongjoong's teeth digging into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. 
"You're so fucking cute. I come home and don't even say anything dirty to you and here you are, making a mess on my fingers," he mumbled against your skin, his fingers picking up their pace. "All I have to do is talk to you about my day and you're rubbing your thighs together trying to get off. You're so fucking precious."
The way the curse word rolled off of his tongue was enough to push you over the edge, clenching around his fingers as you came hard. Behind you Hongjoong trailed a line of kisses along your skin, lips curved into a smile the whole time. 
Once your breathing had slowed back down Hongjoong gave your waist a tight squeeze.
"Let me get you some water baby," he whispered, kissing your temple as he got up. "Then I'll let you get back to sleep." 
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Pairings: Best friend Leon! x fem! Reader
Wc: 2.2k
Summary: After a party you decided to sleep in your best friend's house, little do you know that sleeping is the last thing that he'll do.
Warnings: Porn without plot, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, dub-con, drunk sex, dirty thoughts, a bit of dirty talk, shameless smut.
He was shirtless, just wearing his sweatpants, all at ease as he waited for the episode to finish.
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Another quiet evening in Leon's apartment. He was just lazing around watching some series on TV. It was his day off, so he was making the most of it.
He wasn't one for staying up late, and considering it was already half past ten at night, it was high time he fell asleep.
He was about to doze off on the sofa when he heard the doorbell ring. This puzzled him since he hadn't invited anyone to his apartment that night.
Sleepily, he got up from the sofa and headed for the door. He opened it while rubbing his eyes, not even paying attention to who was waiting for him.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite police officer!" You say in a slightly raspy, slurred voice. You were very loud that night.
He opens his eyes, noticing your figure. He was used to these visits from you. After all, you were best friends, but he'd never seen you so loose like this.
"Uhm, what are you doing here?" The question came quietly from his lips, although he kept a sweet smile for you.
Of course, he heard when you started talking, but paying attention to what you were saying was another story. His eyes traveled down your body, and seeing the way your curves were being hugged by your tight black dress was simply immoral.
He took a deep breath, remembering every detail. It wasn't hard to guess that you were coming from a party, and you looked so beautiful.
"Mhmmm, Leon! Will you let me in?" You whimpered slyly, throwing yourself into his arms.
"Ugh, you stink of alcohol." He grumbles, gently dragging you inside.
All you did was mumble some nonsensical things, which frankly Leon didn't even try to pay attention to. He just dragged you into his room, laying you on the bed.
You needed that, just as you would need him the next day. He swore to God he was trying not to look at you, but the way your curves were so exposed in that dress.
He shouldn't have, but he could already feel his blood pulsing in his lower body. As a precaution, he decided that he would sleep on the sofa for the night until he heard your whimper.
"Am I going to sleep alone? No! What if there's a monster under the bed?" You said in the same drunken, raspy voice. He wondered how much you'd had to drink that night. And for making the situation more amusing somehow, you sat on the bed and pouted at him.
He hides a laugh from you, finding your childish behavior comical, to say the least.
"Ok, I'll sleep here. But if you kick me out of bed, I'll throw you out. Do you hear me?" Leon whispers jokingly, sticking his tongue out at you.
You nod desperately, pulling him into bed with you. He falls onto the bed gently, snuggling into his side.
And once you lay back down on his bed, he can't help but look at you with the most pleading eyes on earth. Even if you're not noticing it, too busy trying to be comfortable on his bed.
But he can't help it. The way your dress always lifts up a bit, threatening to show the curve of your ass. Fuck, too exciting for him not pay attention. He could end this, surely, just putting a blanket over you would solve the problem.
And that's exactly the point, he don't want to solve the problem.
He preferred to stay on his side of the bed, looking at your ass bouncing every time you tried to get on a comfortable position, the way that the dress drawns your curves so damn perfectly.
He swear to God that he's trying to not think about it, but the way that his cock is throbbing on his pants says otherwise. He even grabs a pillow, softly rubbing against his erection, hoping that this helps him to ease a little.
Didn't take long for him to get mad about it, why instead of the pillow, it couldn't be that pretty mouth of yours? That pretty plump, pink lips of yours? Damn, the way that it would fit perfectly around his cock.
Or even better, what if he can use that pretty pussy of yours? He can bet that your pussy it's just pretty as you.
Without even noticing, his hands slipped through his pants, his fingers rubbing the tip of his hard cock. And he can already feel the considerable amount of pre-cum sliding down on this dick, messing his thighs on the process.
When he felt what he was doing, he stopped himself, thinking about how wrong it was. No, it was too dirty to do that while you were beside him.
He breathed heavily, trying to focus on getting his composure back. He got his phone, and started to scroll it, praying that this give him some sleep, so he can just close his eyes and rest, even if he doubt that he's going to be able to sleep this night.
A couple of minutes later, he felt a bit more calm, taking deep breaths and trying his best to not think about you. But when he turned to your side, his mouth fell open, eyes widening at the sight.
There you were, laying on your stomach, your dress was now at your waist, giving him a perfect angle of your bare ass cheeks. His mind goes wild, seeing how round and plump they're.
And then again, he felt his cock hardening, so damn hard that he can see it through the sheets.
"Fuck me.." He murmured, drooling at the magnificent sight of your bare ass.
His hands trembled, and he was willing to at least give a squeeze on that ass, he can't control himself. It was such a hot sin in front of him.
And well, before he even realized his hand was on his cock, palming himself to get some relieve.
His another hand roaming in your arms, gently caressing it. He can't believe how much he gets aroused only by such a simple touch like this. He felt your soft skin under his fingertips, and it was so damn smooth.
You shivered at his touch, even if you were sleeping, just one involuntary action. As if even when you were sleeping, you still wanted his touch.
He couldn't help, letting out a soft whimper while he was jerking off, feeling so excited over you. He can't contain himself, too much for him.
Finally, his hands reached your lower back, and he started to play with the waistband of your panties, wanting to desperately feel what's underneath.
Slipping his hand down further, he gets to touch your ass cheek. Dragging his fingers over it, rubbing and giving little squeezes. Feeling the soft flesh of your ass.
And shit, he felt so turned on by that. Cock twitching and pulsing on his hand, he's sure that once he come, it's going to be a thick,long load. He's more than sure of it.
You stirred, shifting your ass a bit more up, stretching yourself a bit, soon turning back to your normal position.
And then again, Leon whimpered, hand dangerously close to your covered pussy, fingers roaming eagerly your ass, wavering around each centimeter.
That purked little cunt, that he desperately wants to suck and lick until you're begging him to stop. That little cunt that he wants to fuck over and over, and fill it up with his cum. 
In an impulsive thought, his hands slide to your already wet folds, not touching it directly. The tip of his indicator finger stroking it above your soaked panties, and he was whining so damn much right now.
He keeps telling himself that this is wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this. But hell, if is this bad, why you're so fucking wet? There is no way that you didn't want this, too.
The way that you started to rub your thighs together, pressing them against each other so tightly. This was the bit of sight that he needed, and well, he would keep going.
He kept stroking his cock with one hand,  he was trying his best to not cum that fast, but he can't help it. When he entered his finger on you, feeling your tight wet walls sucking him in, he whined loudly, more than he should.
Words can't describe how relieved he felt knowing that you were a deep sleeper this night, maybe from the tiredness along with the fact that you were a bit drunk. Enough to knock you down on this bed.
Then again he slipped another finger, whimpering at the sensation of your tight little cunt. Wanting so bad that it was his cock instead.
His fingers started to grind you, moving at a slow and steady pace. Feeling your gummy and velvety walls embrace him tightly.
"Mhm.." There it was, your sweet voice moaning at his touch.
You started to stir, drowsy opening your eyes. Your eyes nervously darts around, while Leon look at you with a soft smile, as if he wasn't doing anything. But you could clearly feel how hot it was between your legs, you could feel your fluids dripping down your thighs.
Too bad you were too tired to protest, not that you were against it either. Not least because as soon as you realized what he was doing, you swung your hips towards him, thrusting in a way that made what he was doing easier.
Another sweet whimper escapes his lips, his fingers start to move faster. In and out, curving around and hitting your sweet spots. By then, you were buried in the pillow, letting out sleepy cries and moans, and that made him even hornier.
Just seeing that you accepted him even though you were in such a vulnerable state made him lose his mind easily. And without waiting long, he asked you, "Do you want me to rock you?"
It seemed like an innocent proposal at first, not that you were in the best state of mind.
But all you did was nod, wanting him to rock you to sleep. He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, making you whimper at the emptiness you felt.
He licked his fingers, savoring the taste of your sweet honey. And indeed it was just as he imagined, you were as sweet and delicious as honey.
And then he pulled you to him, your back against his chest, one of his hands finding your hips, pushing them forward a little.
In one swift movement, he shoved his cock into you. With one strong, deep thrust, he was all the way inside you.
Only now did you understand what he meant, it wasn't a proposal to go to sleep.
He was going to rock into you.
"Mhmh, Leon..." You moan softly, your fingers curling into the pillow.
"Shh, I'll put you to sleep." He whispers in a little whimper, feeling overwhelmed by the way your pussy nestled his cock so well.
This was better than you imagined, him thrusting gently while holding you by the waist, moving in and out.
He whimpered so much, it was so good the way your spongy walls gripped him, pulled him in.
The poor thing was so needy that he couldn't stop touching you, kissing your neck, biting and licking the soft skin.
Just as he stroked your clit from time to time, only to feel your little hole clench around him.
"I'm close." You moaned a little louder, your nails sinking into the pillow.
He growled in your ear, squeezing your waist and thrusting in without warning. He knew he was close too, and surely he couldn't wait to come inside you, to fill you with his cum until you couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm going to fill you up, until my cum starts leaking out." He murmurs, rocking his hips at an abnormal speed. Moving back and forth without stopping.
"Mhmhmm, ah, ah..." You babble, not even making the effort to speak a single sentence.
"Getting fucking drunk on that cock, aren't you?" He groans, thrusting into your weak spot, making you see stars every time.
Enough for you to fall apart, calling his name again and again, your walls slapping against his cock, spilling everything you had to offer.
That was the last straw for him too, you could feel the first spurts inside you. And just as he imagined, it was a long load, he can see it running down your wet folds. He gives you a satisfied smile, seeing what he's wanted to see for ages.
You were breathing heavily, your lips parted, and your eyes closed. He was almost in the same state, except he was wide awake.
He kisses your cheek, pulling the covers over you both, not even bothering to clean up around here.
"Sleep well, sweetheart." He whispers, tucking you into the same big spoon position.
Giving you a tight hug and light kisses on the neck, and that's how it went until you both fell asleep.
Being honest? He couldn't wait for the next day, because he was going to do it all over again.
Oh, how he would.
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trina864 · 7 months
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Late Night Drive | J.JK
Summery: You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love. Paring: Jungkook x F!Reader | Est. Relationship Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Smut Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Mentions of attempted r*pe. Boyfriend Jungkook. Making out. Smut. Sex. Unprotected Sex. N*pple play. I would say the smut part is quite vanilla. ‣ A/N: Sooo, Jungkook again. Finally finished this, it actually wasn't planned to be smut, but I got carried away, have you guys seen the new video from CK with Jungkook?! Jungkook in a tanktop is my new favorite, and omg I haven't even mentioned seven on the blog yet, but shit I'm dying. I'm working on something with seven, but you know me, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it, and it's a pretty big project, so we'll see what happens. Anyway enjoy the fic! (:
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"Catch!" You yell to your boyfriend, throwing the keys to his black Mercedes. Jungkook caught them, standing on the other side of the car.
He looks from the keys in his hand to you opening the door to the passenger seat. He opens the door and asks "You don't wanna drive tonight?"
"Nah, I wanna admire the city and my beautiful boyfriend tonight." You say as you click yourself in. Jungkook smiles his cute bunny smile before he too clicks himself in.
When Jungkook turns the keys, the car comes to life with a roar. The lights in the car, LED purple and blue, turns on together with the roar.
He takes the car out of park mode and starts to drive out of the very filled parking lot.
The roads are lightened up by the streetlights in contrast to the parking lot which was completely dark, only the lights from your apartment's windows shined across the dark parking lot.
The leather seats in the car are reflecting purple and blue light onto Jungkooks face. He’s concentrated on the road giving you lots of time to admire him.
His hair newly washed still damp, the strands too reflected the lights. Both hands placed on the steering wheel, one cowered in tattoos. His legs clenching the faster he drives. His shirt hugging his strong figure.
His lips lifts in a smirk, he feels your eyes on him in a longer period of time. Jungkook has always loved your attention, you are one of the few were he doesn’t turn shy.
With you it’s confidence all the way, because he knows you, and loves you.
“Like what you see?” He asks all cocky.
“Nope not at all.” You say playfully making a small pout form on Jungkooks lips. It isn’t long though before he gets an idea.
His tatted hand slowly creeps down the steering wheel, over the gear lever, and over to your thigh where it rests comfortably.
A shiver goes over your spine as you feel Jungkook’s hand caress your thigh with utter love.
Unable to hide your smile you look out the window to the moving city, remembering all of the old memories you built with Jungkook.
Your first tattoo, the time you met each other’s parents, the day Jungkook asked you to be his partner.
One strong memory keeps popping up into your head, and you decide to share it with Jungkook as you think he never actually heard your feelings on the story.
“Do you know when I started loving you?” You ask quietly. He looks over at you, trying to catch your eyes, but you keep them on the moving city outside.
He gives you a soft squeeze with the hand on your thigh, and he sees how comfortable and content you seem in this moment. As if everything is just good right now. “No I don’t think I know that.”
“Well, do you remember our third date or something, that one were I thought it would’ve been a good idea for us to go to a club.” You ask looking back to Jungkook with anticipating eyes.
He gives you another squeeze, remembering exactly which night you’re referring to. “I would rather want to forget that night, but yea I do.” He manages to chuckle it out, not as much for his own sake as for yours.
That night had been a real nightmare for you. He gets shivers just thinking back to your trembling body walking out of the restroom with a dress torn in the side and mascara running down your face.
You ran into his arms that night even though you still didn’t know each other that well.
You explained how a guy had tried to do things to you while on the way to the restroom. He had almost succeeded before you got your hands in your pepper spray and you ran out of there.
Two minutes passed where Jungkook tried to calm not only you but also himself. How he wanted to smack that guy's face into the floor and kick him unconscious.
But he could sense that you needed something steady and strong in that moment, not someone who couldn’t control their anger. So he stood with you and hugged you.
“That night was both the worst and the best night ever.” You say. Jungkook looks at you with a frown not catching on to how it could’ve been a good night.
“I’m not following.” He says looking back to the road as one lonely car passes by.
You smile fiddling with your hands. “The moment the guy came running out from the restroom and walked up to us, I knew you wanted to fight him.” Jungkook clenches his jaw, hand tightens around the steering wheel.
This shows just how right you are, somewhere in his eyes there’s a look of regret, for not having punched the guy.
“Of course I wanted to fight him. I wanted to punch him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to walk again.” He says, and he gets surprised by your answer.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” You clear your throat and Jungkook looks over at you, your face like his illuminated in purple.
“I felt how angry you were, but you calmed yourself for me, do you have any idea how rare that is? I needed you to let him go, and you did. That made me feel so safe, you have no idea how good I felt in your arms when we got home. I never felt so at ease before, as if there was nothing in the world that could hurt me, because I had you.” He doesn’t know how to reply in this moment, he is speechless.
You can’t contain your emotions tonight, they shine on your face with every smile and breath. Especially the smile you have now is showing Jungkook more than anything else could.
“That’s how I still feel. I feel safe with you Jungkook, at home. And I very much believe that is how love feels. I started loving you in that moment, and never stopped.” You say.
Both of you watch as the light from the same club’s sign shine through your windows and adorns the car in turquoise blue.
Jungkook pulls over not too long after and turns to you with his whole body. Like he had seen emotions in your eyes, you see emotions in his.
The small unsheat tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lifted shape of his eyes from the smile he adorned.
To you he is as euphoric as the heart of a field filled with pink and white flowers.
He feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world sitting in front of you like this and showing his emotions without being scared of what you would think.
No words are needed between you two, the love for each other is evident for both of you. All that are needed is to let silence do its part and sit long enough for the emotions to lick up your body and embrace you in a warm hug.
It's you who makes the first move, crawling over the gear lever, and straddling Jungkooks lap. He smiles looking up at you and you wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes.
"I love you more than words could ever describe." He says and leans into your hands.
You bend down and kiss him, pressing your lips hard against his, just to try and show all the affection. Jungkook returns the kiss just as passionate as you, opening your mouth, and licking his way into your mouth.
You start grinding down into his lap, pressing against his dick. Jungkook moans into your mouth, loving the way you move on top of him. His hands wander down your sides and lay over your hips were he guides them.
You sit like that for quite a while, making out, Jungkooks dick grows hard under you and for every time your cunt presses against him you have to hold your moan.
Even with his small whispers that he wanted to hear you, and you shouldn't hold back with the sounds, you have to keep some in to not seem too desperate.
Suddenly Jungkook gets enough of your 'holding in your moan policy' and he stops you.
You whine quietly, but he shushes you as he starts leaning the seat back. When the seat is as leaned back as it can get he switches places and pulls his shirt over his head.
You almost drool, looking over his abs and feeling them over.
He smirks down at you as you too get rid of your shirt and your shorts, leaving you in only panties. You left the bra at home. He is over you in an instant, grabbing and twisting your nipples in between his fingers.
You're in bliss, Jungkook switches one of his hands out with his mouth, and the noise his sucking and licking makes is sinful, you don't even notice Jungkook getting rid of his own pants.
It's first when his bare thighs tangle against your own that you notice the lack of clothes from his side as well as yours.
From there it all seems to go a bit quicker, you getting rid of your underwear and Jungkooks his. He bends your legs up so your thighs are resting over you. He pumps himself a few times before he lines his cock up with your pussy entrance.
Your eyes meet, and again no words is needed as the love and sexual seduction shows itself.
It's almost as if your moan and Jungkooks groan harmonizes, both coming out equally loud as he pushes his dick into you.
You lay still for a few seconds as your pussy adapts to Jungkooks seize. He kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings between small kisses.
It's first when you tap his abdomen twice he starts to move, just like you had agreed.
He starts out slow, still letting you adapt to his seize, but slowly as your moans gets louder and the windows gets more fogged the pace quickens.
It doesn't take long before Jungkook is hammering into you, pulling the filthiest moans from your mouth, and making the seat beneath you squeak as if it's in pain.
Your wet sounds are not half as attractive as Jungkooks grunts and whimpers. His cock hitting into your g-spot, plus him whimpering with his whiniest voice "Fuck yea." is so filthy, so dirty and nasty that you feel your orgasm bulid up in turbo mode.
"Ah, Jungkook I'm so close." You whimper with closed eyes and tears in the brim. He looks down at your beautiful squinted face, sweat on your forehead as well as your inner knees were his grip is starting to slip.
His own sweat drips from his neck down to your neck where the two substances mixes. The windows are unable to be seen through.
"Fuck, ah!, you look so good, a mess all because of my dick. Are you gonna cum on my dick huh? Is that what you want? To milk it into your cum?" His words is as sinful as the car you're in, and you whimper a series of 'yes'.
Jungkook quickens the pace. If his pace was fast before this is rapid. It's almost animalistic how he grunts and fucks into you, even you feel how your walls clench harder around him. Your nails dig into his back, you don't scratch scared you'll actually scratch through his skin. "Oh- my- go- od, Jungkook!!" You manage to get out through each thrust.
Your orgasm hits you like a train, running all over you as your body spasm. Jungkook doesn't slow down, he keeps the same unforgiving pace through the whole of your orgasm. You feel used in the best way as your orgasm is over. Jungkook is still not finished, but you feel his dick twitch inside you.
You help him on the way, you have to make him cum so you can get a break. You do the thing Jungkook loves the most, and dirty talk to him. "Shit, my cum is all over you cock, it's on the seat. You're gonna get stained by my pussy juice when you drive." You say and Jungkook has to rest his head on you as he falls weak for your voice.
"You're covered in my cum kookie, you have to cover me too. Cum inside me baby. Paint my pussy white with your cum, kookie." You moan. It doesn't take long from there till Jungkook is loosing his grip and cumming into your tight pussy. "Fuuuuck! Yea, ah." He moans as his load shoots into you and mixes with your own sticky cum.
You almost get another orgasm just by how good it feels to get coated by Jungkook, how good it feels when his body takes over and he has no control of how he hammers into you.
When he is done he collapses on top of you, dick still wrapped in your warm walls. "I love you Y/N." He says as he feels your fingers run through his hair.
"And I love you Kookie." You say and smile as Jungkooks arms sneaks under you and he hugs you with his face nuzzled into your neck.
Shit, you love car drives with Jungkook.
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breannasfluff · 5 months
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Fanfiction Comments: Why Bother?
Genuine question: If ya’ll like a story, why not comment?
This question, born out of previous discussions and Discord chats, is one writers have been dealing with for a long time. Feedback/reblogs on art tends to be more common than on fics. Yet writers continue to beg for comments on stories. So what's stopping people?
Don't know what to say/an emoji/script feels too impersonal
Forgot to comment
Read everything and how do you pick out one part?
Rather give feedback personally
Feels like an expectation/I owe them
Send me a string of emojis? I love it. Send a single heart? I love it. Keyboard smash? I love it. Copy/paste a "thank you for writing"? I still love it. "I don't know what to comment or how to put my feelings into words." Then put that! That's a compliment! Can't think of anything to say, then "I don't know what to write but asgfdhgf I liked it." is fine!
Seriously, I don't care WHAT you put, because it shows me you cared enough to take a few second to show that love. I recognize and look for my regular commenters, even the ones who leave just a heart or "extra kudos".
Forgot to comment? Leave the fic open on your phone or get in the habit of dropping SOMETHING right as you finish. If you had time to make it through the last 100 words, you can probably tap an emoji. It's likely more of a habit to build up than anything.
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Personal feedback? Well, I'll never say no to friends gushing about stories to me! And it might not be the same for everyone, but if you stop commenting on AO3 and only tell me personally...my assumption is you don't like it enough to say it publicly. I've spent many a time wondering why people stopped giving that support and what I should do better. If it's a friend, try asking them which they prefer! We can go back and reread (and do!) AO3 comments. Much harder on discord/dms/etc.
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You don't owe authors comments. They also don't owe you free writing. Sometimes, you forget there is an author at all when you're reading. But there is. A real person put out a story hoping you'd love it, or connect to it. You'd see yourself in the writing and feel less alone, or cheered up when you have a bad day.
Writing is art, and all we want to do is connect with you. Comments help bridge that gap.
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vorestarr · 2 months
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i love when Astarion is mean, and i mean like genuinely mean, saying shitty things and lashing out specifically to hurt someone or push them away. i think it really says so much about him and about the specific situations when he feels the need to lash out. i love seeing it with Durge/Tav, but i'm playing a Karlach origin to romance him right now and he's so mean during his first romance scene when he can't even kiss Karlach.
after playing it, i went to look at the parsed dialogue for that scene because i wanted to see if there were any dev notes, and oh boy are there dev notes. walk with me here while i go through them all. (i didn't add alt text to the images below, but i did transcribe the lines i'm referencing in the images below, so all the important information is in the text of the post itself.)
it's the typical Astarion scene, but after his "i've been waiting to taste you" line, he diverges with: "Although your condition means tasting you could be a risky proposition. You're quite the forbidden fruit, aren't you?"
the player (as Karlach) has a few choices in reply at that point, but as long as they pick one that progresses the scene (i.e., not the one where you reject him last minute), he goes down the same dialogue tree. this tree starts with:
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Astarion: All denied to us because of what Zariel did to you. [devnote: subtext, thinking about Cazador]
so right off the bat he's upset because Karlach's situation is reminding him of his own with Cazador.
but then his next line is:
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Astarion: I - you know, I have no idea what to do with you now. [devnote: Astarion's mask as the flippant libertine is cracking a bit here. He's frustrated but vulnerable here. Because he can't physically seduce or touch Karlach, his usual means of interacting with a person is punctured. He's faced with the reality that he might not know how to handle a situation where he can't bite or seduce his way to the finish line.]
wow. that's a lot in that dev note.
at this point, the player has the option of a few responses, but two options to continue the encounter. the choices to continue it are: "You don't have to 'do' anything. We can just be." or "After the life you've led, I'm not surprised."
if you choose the first option, Astarion is frustrated but less mean. he says:
Astarion: 'Just be' what, exactly? Frustrated? Bored? What do we do, if not... that?
if you choose the second option, he's a little meaner. understandably so, since the player just poked at his painful past:
Astarion: You think you know the life I've led? The experiences I've had? You've no idea the stories I could tell, sweet Karlach. But you - you're just -
then, both the paths converge to the same final statement, which is mean no matter what Karlach has said to this point:
Astarion: Urgh! Why is this so difficult? I'd have already bedded you twice if you were normal.
importantly, there are dev notes for all of his lines here, but the notes are all the same:
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devnote: Masking defensiveness with offensiveness. In truth he really does want what Karlach is offering (to just hang out without having sex) but now that it's within grasp he's floundering.
again, at this point the player has two choices to continue the encounter, and one to end it. i'll go down each continue path separately, since they can diverge quite a bit.
path 1
the first choice is to say: "Twice in this short space of time? Doesn't sound very satisfying."
he gets mad. and mean.
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Astarion: Karlach! You know what I mean. [devnote: Frustrated] Astarion: Or maybe you don't. Astarion: There may be an inferno in you, Karlach, but at the end of the day you've been frigid for a decade, isn't that right? [devnote: Being mean-spirited in an attempt to drive Karlach away, even though he doesn't actually want to do that.]
the player again has two response options to continue the encounter, and one to end it.
the first choice to continue the encounter is: "You want to try that again? Without being a jackass, maybe?"
in response he says:
Astarion: This is impossible - you're impossible! [devnote: Masking defensiveness with offensiveness. In truth he really does want what Karlach is offering (to just hang out without having sex) but now that it's within grasp he's floundering.]
(at this point, the path diverts to merge with the dialogue tree from the previous branch where Astarion complains about Karlach not being normal. so we'll pause here, and continue down that dialogue tree with the path 2 header below.)
the second choice to continue the encounter after Astarion says that Karlach has been frigid for a decade is to say: "What's really going on here, Astarion? Suddenly you're so vicious."
he replies:
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Astarion: Suddenly? Darling, you haven't been paying attention. [devnote: Seething and mean.] Astarion: Listen, it's just - ... I'm sorry, all right? Is that what you want?
again, at this point, he diverts to the same shared dialogue tree as the other response option. that merges with path 2, so we'll continue there:
path 2
to go BACK to the previous branch we went down, where Astarion said he would have bedded Karlach twice already if she was just normal, the other response option for the player is: "I am normal. 'Fucked up' is the height of normalcy."
instead of being mean, Astarion immediately apologizes:
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Astarion: Oh no - don't you tar me with your 'normal' brush. My demons keep me extraordinary. [devnote: Karlach has punctured Astarion's bad mood with a joke.]
and then he apologizes, like he does in the other paths, saying he doesn't know what to do without being able to touch her.
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Astarion: I - ...I'm sorry, Karlach. It's just, not being able to touch you - having to slow down, it's... I'm just not used to it. [devnote: subtext here is on the slowing down. That IS what he wants. But it's hard for him to see that clearly.]
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Astarion: So, can you -... I don't know. Help? Show me what to do? [devnote: First breakthrough. He's asking for help knowing what to do when you can't jump into bed with someone.]
again, at this point, the player has two options to continue the encounter or one to end it.
for the first response to continue, the player can say: "We can just talk. As long as we want. Then we can sleep. Near, but not too near."
Astarion responds to this one pretty positively. he's still a little mean, but it's in his fond teasing way, and not his biting, cruel way:
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Astarion: Karlach, champion of the Hells, wants to talk and then fall asleep? [devnote: Incredulous] My dear, you're much more boring than I gave you credit for. [devnote: Teasing] All right, Karlach. Let's try it your way. [devnote: Gently. He's feeling vulnerable, but sees that this might be a chance to feel safe.]
the second response option from the player is: "I don't know either. This is all just as new for me as it is for you."
he doesn't respond quite as well to this one, and goes back to being mean:
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Astarion: Well. To quote you: 'Fuck.' Astarion: Why don't we put ourselves out of this misery and just sleep? If I can at least look at you, I won't have wasted my whole evening. [devnote: Peak of Astarion sexy toxicity.]
then, the scene fades to black and it transitions to the morning-after scene with Astarion, where the player first sees his scars.
i also think as a whole, this scene is just so representative of Astarion's early-game state of mind. he's following a comfortable script with all his interactions, but when he's confronted with something new, he flounders.
especially when it comes to sex, which is a touchy subject for him, his first reaction to any vulnerability is to lash out and hurt people. in this scene:
if Karlach brings up his past experiences, he lashes out. ("You think you know the life I've led?")
he blames Karlach for the situation because that's easier than addressing that he doesn't know what to do without his script. ("if you were normal")
if Karlach jokes about him ("Doesn't sound very satisfying") he lashes out even further, calling her frigid and impossible and then even doubling down if she calls him out ("you haven't been paying attention").
but if Karlach jokes about HERSELF ("'Fucked up' is the height of normalcy"), it snaps him out of his toxic bullshit and he's able to take a step back and apologize to her.
then regardless, he's also able to recognize that this is an opportunity to get what he wants without having sex, and recognize that he wants that too.
and then to me, Astarion being mean in that last response choice ("I don't know either") makes perfect sense, given the context of his other lashing out earlier in the conversation. even if the player didn't make those previous choices where he lashed out at them, he can still get mean and toxic on this choice.
crucially, with this choice, he's taken that step of hopeful vulnerability where he recognizes that maybe he does want to just spend time with Karlach without having sex, but he doesn't know how to do it. he asks for help.
if the player says they don't know how to do that either, he immediately puts those defensive walls back up. he doesn't want to flounder around, he wants an answer. he wants to know that it's actually possible to have a positive experience with someone without the script he's always used. the player saying they don't have that answer just pisses him off.
wow okay this post got really long, but i really vibed with the dev notes for this scene, and i think you can see exactly these toxic behaviors from Astarion in other scenes and in romances with other characters as well, but it's just so so clear with the Karlach scene and the dev notes just really highlight that.
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paring: lando norris x reader summary: celebrating lando's podium result in silverstone warnings: none author's note: i had started writing this on saturday after he got the p2 and just today i finished it after the results of the race, i was really inspired because i wrote something long and i'm happy for lando's podium and it's my first time writing about him, so i hope you like it as much as me. again, english is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes, you can let me know in the comments as well as your opinion, also remember that my requests are open!👀
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You and Lando have been together for 1 year now and had met through Max. Not Fewtrell, Verstappen as you and he were neighbours, so he had seen you walking into your flat one time when Lando was visiting Max, and he swore you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
So, with a little embarrassment he asked Max about you.
"Max... you know; you have few neighbours here."
"Yeah, it's a really quiet place, so are the neighbours."
"Yeah, do you know them all?" he asked casually, hoping he knew you.
"Well, I told you there are just a few of us, in these flats, so yes. Most of them are couples." At that point Lando had lost hope, it meant you were probably living with your boyfriend. "Except for this girl, y/n who lives in the flat in front of us."
That's when Lando let out the air he was holding.
"Oh yeah, I saw her walking in." He said trying to sound disinterested.
"Well, as I was telling you. The simulator I just installed..."
From that day on, Lando would try to "visit" Max for the slightest excuse just to see you and talk to you, even a little bit until he finally asked you out.
"Here again? I think you already live with Max and Kelly." You jokingly told him as you stepped out of the elevator.
"It's just that I forgot a cable for my computer yesterday."
"Sure, well... See ya". You said as you put the key in your door.
"Hey, y/n, I wanted to ask you something". You didn't know what was wrong with him, he was between nervous, happy, he looked like he wanted to cry.
"Sure, are you okay?" You asked him concerned and walked closer to him.
"Yes, yes, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me for lunch? Or wherever you want?"
"Lando..." "It's okay if you don't want to, it was just a dumb question" He said interrupting.
"Hey, Lando. It's okay, I'd love to go out with you" You told him smiling.
"Really? Sure, sure. How about tomorrow at 3?" Lando so happy.
"Yeah, that's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." You walked up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Lando couldn't contain his happiness, so as soon as he saw you disappear through your door he didn't hesitate to celebrate.
"Mate, what are you doing here?" Max said when he saw Lando at the door of his house and celebrating.
After that first date, more came until you reached the point where you are now, your relationship.
You had already attended a few races as you were still studying so it wasn't possible for you to attend every race, however, this time you would be there as this was a very special one for Lando, his home race so you would definitely be there.
Throughout the weekend, Lando had looked very good in practice so you were both very excited and more than anything, he was determined to finish at least in the top 5 but obviously the main objective was to win the race and there was nothing better than to do it at home.
Finally, qualifying day, had arrived and you were very nervous, obviously wanting your boyfriend to get pole position which, although it was a difficult task to achieve and even more with top teams like Red Bull, Ferrari and even Williams (surprisingly) but it was not impossible to get.
That day, you and Lando had arrived together at the Paddock, you wearing Lando's jacket which was clearly a size bigger than yours, as, unlike the previous days, this saturday was cloudy, typical London weather.
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"Good luck baby, I know you've got it" You told him as you gave him a short kiss before he put on his balaclava.
"Thanks love, I'll give it my all". He said smiling, you could swear his eyes had a special sparkle in them.
After that, you went to your place along with Lando's parents as you watched him put on his helmet, gloves and get into the car.
To your surprise, the car looked amazing, it looked like both Lando and Oscar were driving a Red Bull instead of the tractor they had been driving all season.
Lando had made it through to Q3 and it was in this where you were most nervous, not to mention his parents, everyone wanted Lando to get pole position or at least have both drivers on the front row.
It was the last seconds of Q3 and Lando was in last position, you swore you wanted to run out of there from nerves, until you saw that Lando had set a wonderful lap that had put him in P1 and you were about to celebrate, but you calmed down a bit when you saw that Max and Oscar had to finish their lap and these two were also likely to get the pole position.
Finally, they finished their lap and you saw that Max had taken pole position, leaving Lando in P2. You were happy for Max because he was your friend after all, but you were hoping that Lando would stay in that position, however, in the end you were very happy to see your boyfriend get a great starting position for tomorrow's race.
Finally, after Lando had finished his interviews, you finally saw him entering the motor home with a big smile on his face and you couldn't help but jump into his arms.
"You did amazing babe, I'm so happy and proud of you" You said into his neck as you pulled him tighter to you, and he hugged you the same way.
"Thank you love, I still can't believe it." He said as he pulled away from you a little to give you a kiss.
"Hey, hey, we want to congratulate him too." You pulled apart as you heard the voice of Cisca, Lando's sister.
You couldn't help but blush.
"Congratulations Lan, you did amazing". Cisca hugged him and you saw his parents smile proudly.
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And so his family congratulated him. Later, they had retired as they were a bit tired and had even offered to take you with them, but you declined saying you would stay with Lando until he left and he still had a few activities to do.
You left the Paddock around 9 going to the hotel near the circuit, both of you walking hand in hand.
"Thank you for being here, you don't know how much it means to me. But I did it better for you, you know? Maybe then I should get a present," he said playfully as he hugged you by the shoulders.
"Yeah? I think I'll consider attending races more often." You said taking his hint.
"I'd love that, but then, what do I deserve for today?" He said raising his eyebrows playfully.
"I've already given you congratulations." You blurted out playing dumb.
"Maybe those congratulations should be different, I think I know a place where you can give them to me."
"Landoooo!" You said as you blushed.
"Turns out you're shy now but not when..." Lando was interrupted by some fans coming up to you to ask for a picture.
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It was Sunday morning when you were already in the Paddock and being his home race there were more marketing activities and obviously they have to review the strategies for the race.
The weather was a bit "better" than yesterday, but the only thing you would expect is for Lando to have a great race. He was much more motivated with the support of his family, friends, girlfriend and all the fans.
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The formation lap was almost over and you swore you wanted to throw up from nerves, you felt a horrible tingling in your stomach.
Finally, the race started and you were watching the screens in the garage and you saw how Lando had an amazing start passing Max in the first corner and you couldn't help but scream and celebrate like everyone else in the grandstands.
It was lap 4 and Lando was still leading, but unfortunately on lap 5 Max managed to pass him and Lando couldn't do much to avoid it. Despite this, Lando had a very good pace and unluckily for Max, he was having some problems so it wasn't really possible to make a big gap to your boyfriend.
The whole race was going very well for both McLarens who had very good race pace. It was the last few laps and they had changed to hard tyres, but you were a bit scared because behind Lando was Lewis on soft tyres so you feared that as soon as the safety car ended, he would overtake Lando, but it was the opposite as the car was going incredibly fast on these tyres.
It was the end of the race and Lando had finished P2 and Oscar P4, the whole garage was celebrating the team's results as they hadn't had a podium finish since Italy last year.
You and Lando's family made your way to Parc Femme, all smiling listening to the crowd chanting Lando's name and watching as most of the drivers like Max, Lewis, Oscar, George, Sergio, Carlos and others came up to congratulate him.
Lando came running up to you, first hugging his parents and finally hugging you.
"Babe, you did it amazing. Congratulations, you deserve it so much." You hugged him despite the barrier between you.
"Thank you love, I was so close to victory..." "Baby, you still did amazing, I can swear it was one of your best races ever. Now go to your interview, I'll see you in a bit." You smiled at him as you gave him a kiss and he pulled away.
Now you were watching as Lando stood on the podium and received his trophy, he couldn't contain his happiness and you swore you were about to cry. Later, it was late at night and you were still in the Paddock celebrating and you could tell this was going to continue for a long time as Lando, Max (Verstappen) and other friends had suggested going out to a pub so you would have to go and change into something better to go out in.
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You were just finishing putting on your heels when Lando stepped in front of you.
"It's 10 o'clock, I think we have time to do other things don't we?"
"I think so, you can start by gathering your clothes to put them in the suitcase". You replied mockingly, as you continued to put on your heels.
"Bebeeee, you know that's not what I mean" He pouted.
"So? I don't know what you're talking about". You stood in front of the mirror and Lando walked over to you grabbing you by the waist.
"You know, I want to f**k you." He said now shamelessly as he placed kisses on your neck.
"Landoooo" You moaned laughing.
"What? You asked me that." He said laughing and turning you to face him.
"Well, now that you said it, no..." "But baby" He said frowning.
"Lando, we're running late, but I swear coming back we're going to celebrate." You said squeezing his cheeks and kissed his lips.
"But I want it right now, please, I deserve it after what I did today."
"Wasn't it enough after what we did in the motor home?" you couldn't handle this man.
"You know when it comes to you it's never enough." He said pouting.
"No Lando, when we get back. Now come on I think Max is waiting for us outside."
"Y/n!" You knew he wouldn't stop complaining, but the best part would come at the end, and that is that underneath your dress there was a surprise for him.
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Indeed, Lando hadn't stopped whining the whole night you'd been out. He was very attached to you and even more adding the fact that he was already drunk, so he was the double insufferable begging you to go to your hotel, but it was partly your fault since you had provoked him more by dancing with him.
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"y/n let's go baby." He said between your lips.
"Ok, let's go" You finally said, and you wanted to leave too.
"Really? Let's go." He said taking you by the hand, heading to your table to grab your bag and say a quick goodbye to everyone. He was anxious to arrive to the hotel.
Just as you arrived at your hotel room, Lando immediately put down the zip of your dress as he kissed you and directed you to your bed.
"You made me suffer all night." He said between kisses as he placed you on the bed and finally removed your dress being stunned by your lingerie.
"Shit baby, you don't know how you got me." You smiled at his words and pulled him to you kissing him.
"You don't know how much I love you" He said as he gave you one last thrust that brought you both to orgasm.
"I love you Lando, I'm so proud of you. You did amazing today, and I don't just mean the race." You said smiling and placing a kiss on his lips as you lay on his chest.
"You dirty... no, but, really, thank you for being here, it means a lot to me". He said as he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss in your hair.
"I'm going to be with you in every way I can, to celebrate your successes, but also to support you when things aren't right."
"I know, and thank you so much for that baby. I love you." He said as he pulled you on top of him, sticking your chests together.
"I love you Lan."
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i discovered that you can self publish on barnes & noble! it’s a big possibility for the rewrite’s future... ;)
i’d want to share my original stories first and then the rewrite as my magnum opus, but i’ve already shared plenty of the rewrite here, so it’s logical that it would be first in the lineup
but the rewrite would make people curious about my own works... ;)
#there's one series in particular that i want to be my first official venture in the writing world#it's about girls in a colorful valley (hint hint...) and it's special since it was the first series i wrote instead of one-off stories#and it's 10 years old this year! ;D#but the rewrite is a stronger and more familiar story and there aren't as many main characters (no offense cv!)#i'd want to have color illustrations for all my stories (important for story visualization!) but those could get expensive :o#i want my stories to be affordable for all! :D#maybe i could go the sailor moon route and put out multiple editions like illustrated color and maybe a smol pocket book? ;)#and while i'm great at drawing there are a lot of details in published books that i don't know how to do#i wouldn't want to pull an empress theresa! :o#but hey at least it wouldn't be chris chan ;)#being able to see my stories on shelves would be so exciting! :D#and they'd give people more to smile about :)#so maybe i'll do b&n for the rewrite and all my other stories? idk!#there would be a lot to publish though... the main books plus short stories and mysteries! :o#i already have 22 finished stories and 23 short stories#it'll take a few years to get everyone out there! ;D#i'd also want dolls to go with the books (like pleasant company) but that can come far later! ;)#if dolls of my characters did come out i'd make sure that the characters themselves and their stories are most important! *cough AG cough*#no matter what happens the rewrite will see the light of day before the century is over!#even if it's midnight on new year's eve 2099 and i'm 97 years old with an ancient word 2003 doc#at least some of my creations are already out there! (senpai sib stories and my youtube videos) ;D
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A baby here
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader
Warnings: pregnancy talks and
Summary: now it’s real, no mistakes on the ultrasound stories.
This was a request, hope it was what you imagined.
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After that day, I kept thinking about how happy he was, believing I was pregnant even though I wasn't really. It made me more certain that he's the one I want to be the father of my children.
So, after that day, we decided that when we felt like it, we wouldn't use protection but it was all very laid-back—if it happened, great, but if not, that was fine too.
But eventually, it happened and I decided to do the same thing as last time, but this time, I made my stories visible only for him to see since I was going out again with my sister.
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@charlesleclerc replied to your stories
Babe, you're posting your sister's ultrasound again 😂
I felt like responding, but I ignored it and showed it to my sister, who laughed too.
We continued shopping and I stopped in front of a baby clothing store, watching and thinking that in a few months, Charlie and I would be dressing our baby in those tiny outfits.
“Why not surprise him?” She said, stopping beside me. “He did it for you when he thought you were pregnant, so now that you are, it would be nice to put a little outfit along with the test.”
“I already have an outfit; I had a onesie made like the Ferrari overalls.”
“He'll love it.”
“I'm sure he'll only dress her in that.”
“Her?” My sister asked.
“I don't know, I have a feeling it's a girl.” I touched my belly.
“Regardless of what comes, you two will be great. But Charles was born to be a girl's dad.” I smiled at her.
“Yeah, I know.” I smiled, imagining the two of them.
“Well, I think we should go; Mike said he took Charles out of the house and they're on the boat organizing things for our day tomorrow so it's the perfect time for you and me to plan a surprise for him.”
...
We organized everything for the surprise, I made his favorite pasta, set the table with candles and prepared the little box with the surprise. When he came home, he was more excited than usual, hugging and kissing me all over my face.
“What's with all this excitement?” I asked as he looked around.
“What is all this? I'm sure I didn't forget our anniversary or anything.”
“You didn't and I just wanted to surprise you.”
“Thank you love, everything looks beautiful.”He gave me a peck. “And this excitement is because I stopped by your sister's with Mike, helped him with some things for the baby's room and got excited about when we're going to decorate ours.” I held back tears and didn't tell him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I'm just hungry.” He laughed.
“I'll take a quick shower and be right down, okay?” I agreed, and he rushed upstairs.
I arranged our food on the plates, lit the candles and when I finished, he was coming down.
“Hmm, you even made my favorite pasta.”
“Come on, let's eat.”
After dinner and after declining the wine, we talked a lot until I decided it was time.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Another one?” He asked as I got up.
“Yes.”
“I also have something for you.”
“Okay, do you want to go first?”
“Yes.” He took a deep breath.
“Okay.” I left the little box on the counter.
“You are the best thing that has happened in my life so far. You came into my life when I was at my worst after losing my father, and you helped me overcome and not get lost in grief. I honestly don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to think that this could happen someday. You are the love of my life, and I have no doubt about that.” I was already crying, and I cried more when he knelt in front of me, opened the box with a ring inside. “So, would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”
“Charlie.” I said, crying. “Of course, I'll marry you.”
He smiled, putting the ring on my finger and kissing me. He wiped the tears from my face and gave me a peck.
“What did you want to give me?” He asked after letting me go.
“Here.” I handed him the box, and he left it on the counter, opening it.
“I don't understand.” He said, taking out the Ferrari onesie from the box. “Did you want to show it to me before giving it to your sister?”
“It's not for her.” I said, taking the pregnancy test and handing it to him. “The ultrasound I posted wasn't hers; it's mine.”
“What?” He widened his eyes. “You're pregnant?”
“Yes.” And more tears streamed down my eyes, but now Charles's eyes too.
“We're having a baby?” I nodded. “We're having a baby.”
He said and hugged me tightly; I heard him sniffle and laugh with happiness, and when he let go, he kissed me.
“Did you like it? The little outfit.” He laughed.
“I loved it; it looks just like it.” He said, looking. “It will definitely be the outfit I'll put on our baby the most.”
“I'm 100% sure about that.” I smiled at him, and he folded and put the outfit back in the box.
“Can we use the guest room for the baby's room and turn the office into the new guest room, or can we move to a bigger place?” He started talking. “I heard there's a vacant apartment one floor below Max's building; we could be neighbors, and...”
“Charles, calm down; you're talking so much you're getting out of breath.” I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck. “We don't need to do anything now; we can think about it calmly.”
“I know, but I'm so excited, and I really want to buy things for the room, but we need to know where we're going to live.”
“Well, I love living here, but it's a bit small, and since we're starting a family, maybe living in a slightly bigger place would be good.”
“Well then, I'll schedule a visit to that apartment before the season starts.”
“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a peck.
“What do you think it is?” He asked, running his hand over my belly.
“I have a feeling it's a girl.”
“Well, I don't mind; whatever comes, we'll love unconditionally.” He said. “But I always saw myself as a girl's dad, so...”
“My sister said you look like a girl's dad.” He smiled.
“Well, I agree with her.” He hugged me. “How about we go upstairs and lie down?”
“I think it's a great idea.” He picked me up and took me to our room.
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“This last few months have been the best ones in my life, I’m about to become Mrs. Leclerc and a mommy.”
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groguspicklejar · 3 months
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u put in the work for the fwb soap fics phew 😮‍💨
part 8 of fwb!soap
and i'm putting in a little more work for the finishing touch😘
this is the final one, guys. might make a one shot to follow-up this story at some point but for now i'll just focus on my other works. it's been a blast writing for fwb!soap💋
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this time, he invited you to his place. it's not the first time you've been there but this time felt... different.
maybe it was the drive back, seeing all the Christmas decorations on the houses and all the families laughing and playing outside in the snow. maybe it was the weather itself.
he capitalised on the fact that your heater broke down and people were either unavailable or out of town to come fix it.
Johnny could fix it. you know he can, but he insisted that you stay at his place in the meantime because he was too lazy to do it. after all, he'd recently come back from deployment and he wanted some rest before doing anything.
so you said sure. staying at his place for the holidays shouldn't be too bad.
what you didn't expect when you stepped on his front yard, was to find yourself staring down Christmas lights on the porch and a half made snowman next to his car.
upon stepping into the warmth of his house, you discovered that he had set up a Christmas tree but hadn't gotten around to decorating it.
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"you didn't have to..."
you looked at the box he held out to you in wonder. chaotic wrapping with a neat little boy on the top. wrapped in a haste, probably. or he was nervous. either way, it's very thoughtful.
but even while he's pink-cheeked, he's grinning. eyes shining with hope and slight fear that you'll like what's inside.
"aye, but i did." he says, watching you inspect the box. "thought ye might like it."
you hadn't even thought to bring a gift because you thought it was just going to be just another normal day. you didn't expect to be ambushed with a small Christmas celebration and you feel bad now.
he reassures you that it's okay. that he wanted to do this.
"look up, bonnie." he quietly says as he holds you close, grinning widely.
your brows furrow before your gaze follows his. then you see it. red and green. the mistletoe hanging over you, taunting you almost.
you laugh into his chest. "you just want an excuse to kiss me."
"aye." he gently lifts your chin up to peck your lips. "i'll take every chance i get."
"why?" you ask through another chaste kiss, smiling against his mouth.
"why wouldn't i?" he kisses you again. when you don't answer, he pulls away. "ye really don't know?"
you shake your head. though you have some idea. he's always been a little obsessed with you. always pawing at you and cackling when he gets his way like the gremlin that he is.
but the expression in his eyes tells you there's something else you don't know. or do know. something you've always suspected.
something you've hoped for.
"well..." he breathes out a shaky breath and it makes you nervous. "i'll tell you a little secret."
he leans in and you stay perfectly still, waiting. heart leaping into you your throat when you hear the little words, the quiet confession nestling deep in your chest. blood roaring in your ears as you listen, as you feel the warmth in his chest, the tremble in his hands.
your eyes are wide when he pulls away, catching the worry in his gaze. it suddenly dawns on you that he was never truly kidding all those months ago when you told him off.
you have me.
you're not my boyfriend.
oh, but i could be.
he could be. he wants to be. he wants to be.
he's always wanted it. always pawing at you, kissing you when he got the chance, whispering his dreams of how you'd be the perfect wife, how he'll never let you go while he was making a mess of you. he's never lied about it either and he's gone past the boundaries of whatever this relationship is to prove it. to prove that he's... that he's...
"you're..." you blinked. "you're in love with me?"
you can see the effort he puts in trying not to falter, to flinch when you repeat the words back to him. the hairline cracks in his glee, splintering, giving way for something hiding underneath.
he tries to keep smiling, to keep pretending like what he just told you is nothing. "thought it was obvious by now, bonnie."
it... was obvious. painfully so.
you just didn't want to believe it in case you were wrong.
why can't ye understand?
jus' happy to see my favourite woman in the world.
missed ya so much, bonnie.
but he's been blatantly telling you this very truth since the beginning. never shying away from showing you how he felt, even at the risk of losing you. his honestly has never waned or wavered in the face of your indifference.
he balks when you don't immediately respond, as you're still in shock, processing. "if ye don't feel the same, tha's fine—"
"no, no! that's not—" you break into a giggle, hands digging into his arms to pull him back. "that's not what i was thinking."
"oh?" his expression relaxes into something akin to relief. "so..."
"so..." you mirror him, your smile stretching even more. "why don't you kiss the woman you love?"
he looks at you for a moment, leaning closer until your noses touch. "only if she tells me tha' she won't run away from me."
"why would she when she loves you back?" you counter, half jokingly.
"oh, bonnie..." he presses his mouth against yours once again and you melt against him.
nothing was ever the same since then. there was not a barrier keeping you from giving your heart to him and vice versa.
he was happy to finally see the necklace he gave you glinting under the light as it rests against your skin. his initials and yours engraved into it, forever sealing your hearts together.
Johnny was such a fool to fall for you but it's fine.
you can both be fools in love as long as you're together.
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it's finally complete😭🙌 i needed an excuse to end this series and your challenge was the perfect one @glitterypirateduck
Happy Holidays, my loves💋 thanks for sticking around for this series!!! it was such a blast to write for fwb!soap✨
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flashing lights → one
From day one your boss knew just how to push your buttons, but like the professional you are you handle it with grace, until one day you don’t.
⋆ pairing: model!minghao x f!assistant!reader
⋆ words: 8.29K
⋆ tags: minghao’s so mean, reader gets caught sleeping in hao’s apartment, minghao loves making reader’s life hell, hao throws multiple fits, reader’s a little shy, tension, sadism, masochism, hair pulling, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, punishment, marking, face slapping, humiliation, unprotected sex, breeding themes, creampie, overstimulation, aftercare
⋆ warnings: dubcon (reader doesn’t stop him when he asks), smut, depictions of a toxic relationship, cursing, mention of dieting, power play, crying, mentions of impregnating, mentions of blood (1)
⋆ a/n: this story is kinda off to a wild start, enjoy! happy holidays ❄️
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It's hard being the assistant of a world-renowned celebrity.
It's even harder when that celebrity is the Xu Minghao, who's currently one of the most respected models in the industry. It felt like a dream come true getting a job like this without having any big connections. You only had two years of experience prior to being hired by Minghao, assisting an idol from a rookie boy group. The job wasn't too demanding or stressful, as the group wasn't as big as other singers that were winning all kinds of awards, or even touring the world.
There was no way around Minghao with the many billboards and ads of him around the city. You're sure you even remember hearing about him on the news at some point, maybe even more than once.
You found out how different working with Minghao would be on your first day. Cancelling and moving appointments last minute, getting yelled at for not getting him the right tea, herds of fans and paparazzi camping outside of his apartment building (which you were sure had to be illegal?)
Being two months into the job didn't make it any easier like you'd hoped. If anything, Minghao seemed more unbearable the longer you worked for him, his attitude borderline verbal abuse at times.
As much as you want to quit you can't afford to lose a job like this. At least not this soon. It would look totally bad on your resume if you resigned right now. So, even though you'd have to endure his abuse, you told yourself you would be Minghao's assistent for at least three years.
In two years and 10 months you'd be free.
Today, out of all days, Minghao has dragged you to his apartment to organize some papers. You were hoping to call it an early day today, but you've already been working from six in the morning till now, just a few minutes past eight pm. That's a whopping fourteen hours of listening to his nagging.
You know better than to talk back to Minghao, he's your employer after all. So, despite it being your birthday today you do as you're told, texting your father your birthday dinner will be a few hours later than you planned. If there wasn't a spot reserved in heaven for you by now then you don't know anymore.
You've been to Minghao's apartment plenty of times before, and he leads you to his clean office space with a blank stare on his face.
"Everything's in the closet here," he points to the desk drawer. "I need you to organize everything. Sort by year in chronological order and put it in the folders here." Minghao points to the different organizers spread out on the desk, looking at you like you're the biggest joke alive.
You hold the big sigh you want to let out, nodding at him before putting down your bag next to the desk chair. "I'll let myself out when I'm done." you assure him, your fingers hooking around the metal nob of the top drawer.
You figure it'll take you no longer than an hour, speedrunning through the pile before meeting your father at the restaurant.
"Finish quick and get some sleep before the shoot tomorrow." he reminds you, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah yes. The Vogue USA photoshoot you'd have to wake up for at 3 am. It's been planned for months, the whole team flying over to Korea to accommodate Minghao's busy schedule.
You open the closet, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. There was a giant pile waiting for you, the pages messily spread throughout the whole wooden shelf, the drawer so full it almost reached the top.
Which dumbass just throws all their finances in a drawer?!
This will take you hours, if not the whole night. Your jaw clenches, looking up at Minghao who just gives you a pleased smile. "I'm off to bed. Hurry up, hm?" he cocks up his eyebrows, not able to contain the genuine smile on his lips before he turns around to walk out of the room.
His hand grips the door frame, looking back at you over his shoulder. "Oh and y/n?" he pauses for a second. Your eyes meet his again.
"Happy birthday."
With that he walks off, the lights in the living room turning off and leaving you all by yourself, body seething with pure anger.
That fucking asshole. He's doing this on purpose.
It takes you a few moments to regain composure, nails painfully digging into the palms of your hands before you relax the aching muscles. It's okay. You finally let go of the long breath you've been holding, letting your body fall on the desk chair.
You text your dad you won't be able to make it after all, trying not to think of how guilty you feel. It's fine. This job is the reason you're even able to keep your family afloat, though it has limited the amount of time you're able to spend with them, but that's a sacrifice you just had to make.
Once you remember you didn't forget to bring your headphones the time seems to fly by pretty quickly, and before you know it you've run through half the pages in the drawer.
It's a little past midnight when your playlist stops, the only sound being the ticking of the clock while you're fighting to keep your eyes open. You manage to organize the files for about twenty more minutes before your forehead finds itself on the hard wooden desk, your lips slightly parted with soft breaths leaving your mouth while you drift off to sleep.
The obnoxiously loud alarm of your phone makes you jump, slow fingers trying their best to turn off the annoying sound as quickly as possible. You sigh deeply, rubbing your eyes while you slowly sit up straight. It takes a second for you to process that you aren't at home in your bed, eyes widening when you realize you fell asleep in Minghao's office.
A silent curse leaves your lips, looking down at the unfinished pile in front of you. You tap your screen, sighing in frustration when you see the time. Unfortunately for you, being his assistant also meant being his personal alarm clock whenever he had gigs. You'd get to his apartment at least an hour before having to leave together, more than often needing to drag his groggy ass out of bed.
On a positive note, this means that Minghao is most likely still fast asleep, and you have about an hour to find a bathroom somewhere to freshen up.
You try to ignore the anxiety in your stomach when scanning the unfinished pages, opting to just put the bundle of paper in the back of one of the binders, hoping he won't find out. So that's what you do, leaving the stack of organizers on the desk before getting your bag, making sure to not make loud noises when tiptoeing into the living room.
You're so caught up in being quiet that you don't notice the presence behind you when you turn to shut the door to the office, a loud yell leaving your lips when you're met with an unamused Minghao standing in front of you.
"Good morning to you too," he says, crossing his arms over his unclothed chest. Despite his words, there's not a single ounce of amusement on his face.
Your eyes are wide with shock, heart beating fast at unexpectedly getting caught trying to sneak out.
There's a moment of silence between the two, and you notice how he's only covered by a flimsy white towel hanging around his hips, hair still damp from the shower he had.
"You-You're up?" you ask him, mentally damning yourself for not even apologizing first- you had fallen asleep in his apartment, and you knew just how opposed he was to surprises.
Minghao hums, studying you.
"It's the most important shoot of my career, figured I'd get up early to mentally prepare myself."
His eyes don't leave yours when you give him a nod, your gaze going down to the floor in embarrassment.
He takes a step forward, the smell of his expensive shampoo hitting your nose. "I guess you don't care much, since you didn't even bother to take care of yourself to be at your best for me today."
Fuck. You force yourself to look up at him, feeling the usual tension between the two of your thickening. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or the fact that he's not even able to go a little easy on you despite it basically being his own fault you fell asleep, but you fire back with a snarky comment defending your pride for the first time ever, instead of apologizing like you usually do.
"I was up till late. Maybe if some asshole didn't need me to organize a year's worth of bank statements at the crack of dawn I wouldn't have fallen asleep."
You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but to your surprise Minghao doesn't get angry, he doesn't even look annoyed or shoot you the usual glare you've become familiar with. Instead, a smirk creeps onto his lips, which for some reason seems even worse than yelling at you.
It kind of felt like he... respected you? In some weird, twisted, Minghao way.
You try not to look at his body, yet you can't help noticing how his forearms look pressed against his chest, or his pecs flexing from the way his arms are positioned. Like he can read your mind, he drops his limbs down at this side, looking over to his bedroom for a second before looking back at you.
"Well hurry up and take a shower," he presses. "I'll leave some clean clothes on the sink." with that he disappears into his bedroom, the sound of his closet opening sending you back down to reality.
When lathering yourself with his body wash your thoughts drift back to him, his skin a little red and covered with drops of water, the alluring smell of his clean hair mixed with the Aesop body cleanser you too are covering yourself in.
Of course, Minghao's an attractive man, he's a model for god sake, but even thinking about him standing under the hot stream of water leaves an odd feeling in your stomach. Like you're doing something you really shouldn't, taking a bite of a poisoned apple you know will end up killing you if you ever dare to swallow.
The man confuses you more every day, his unpredictable nature making you exhale a deep breath before turning the shower off.
The rest of the day goes by relatively smooth, the shoot ending a little earlier than planned, yet you're still exhausted from the lack of sleep.
You always liked gigs like these, preferring them over being alone with Minghao. You hated to admit it, but Minghao was always a delight to work with surrounded by other industry professionals, and today, he even went as far as to thank you in a behind the scenes interview of the Vogue photoshoot, resulting in compliments from all kinds of important people on set the entirety of the shoot.
It feels good getting acknowledged, even though you know you're good at your job. Yet you can't help feeling down because of it, knowing he's only being nice to you to look good in front of other people, not because he actually means it.
You've long forgotten the praise you received today when you're driving back to his apartment, teeth gnawing into your bottom lip feeling your empty stomach painfully crying out to you.
"Stop that."
You turn your head to look at Minghao for a moment, noticing how he hasn't moved his gaze from his phone. "Stop what?" you ask him, looking back at the road to concentrate. He sighs. "Chewing on your lip. It's bothering me."
You scrunch your eyebrows together for a moment. "How? You're not even looking at me." you thank god you're only a few turns away from his home, already fantasizing about ordering take-in and going to bed immediately after having dinner.
"I can see it from the corner of my eye, so stop."
You clench your jaw, staring at the road in front of you with a knowing look on your face. Minghao tries his best to hide his smile, quickly shutting off his phone when you enter the underground parking lot of his apartment building.
You give him the keys once you've both gotten out of the car, opening your bag to search for your own car keys, turning to your car parked beside his expensive BMW.
"And where are you going? You haven't finished your task from yesterday, have you?" Minghao cocks up his eyebrow at you, staring back at you when you make eye contact with you.
"What? You want me to do that now?" you ask him, earning a mocking laugh from him. "You slept, what, three hours? You know how many times I had to work with less sleep than that?" he rolls his eyes, sighing loudly.
The nerve. "Well, I'm sorry, but I think I can't really perform well in this state. I can come by tomorrow though even though it's my day o-"
"No." Minghao says, cutting you off. He steps closer to you, his face nearing yours. "I told you to fucking get it done and you can't even do that." he snaps, his tall frame crowding yours.
"Now fucking do your job or I will show you what sleep deprivation is."
Your breath gets caught in your throat, trying your best not to cry in front of him, something you know will only please him. This fucking asshole. You don't know what's come over you, you wonder if it really is the lack of sleep, but you're not in the mood today.
"I told you, Minghao. I can't now." you take a hold of your car keys between your fist, squeezing the object hard. "I will see you in two days. Have a good night."
You can see how he clenches his jaw before you turn around, hand shaking a little when you open the door to your car. Minghao doesn't move from his spot, dark eyes watching you slam your door shut loudly and starting your car quickly.
You release a loud breath when you drive out of the parking garage, anxiety pooling inside of your stomach fearing he's not gonna go easy on you.
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"As described in my email from this morning the first show will start at 11, so you will arrive to start preparing at 9 like it says here," Jongsu, Minghao's manager explains. He points to the cel of the descriptive Excel sheet on his screen, the itinerary for the next three days thoughtfully planned out.
You nod, lips pursed together and focussed on the informative summary of all the shows Minghao will be working for this Seoul Fashion Week, starting tomorrow.
The meeting goes on for another 30 minutes, discussing the details of some tv show his manager has booked him, among other things in the near future.
When the meeting's over Minghao and you exit the building, met with herds of fans rushing up to him-their cellphone gripped tightly in their fists.
You could never get used to this, the bright flashing lights, screaming voices.
"Make room, please." you tell the body of girls swarming around him, way too close for comfort.
Minghao gets in the passenger side of his car, locking the door immediately yet still opening the window halfway to wave at his fans. You get behind the wheel, turning on the ignition with a twist of the key.
You consider asking him if he ever gets tired of living like this, having eyes on him at all times, but shake away the thought not wanting to talk to him if there’s not a reason to. Besides, you already know how he is, sure he's only loving the attention.
A sigh leaves his lips when you drive away, closing the window with a click of a button and sinking down against the leather interior of his car.
You're not surprised when he doesn't stir up a conversation during your ride together, and not because of the little incident that took place last time.
Minghao prefers complete silence on drives, even long ones, quick to turn off any soft music you dared to turn on when you just started working for him. Like the sociopath he is.
When you get to his apartment you find yourself back in his office, seated in the same chair you fell asleep in only days before. Minghao has retreaded to his bedroom, the only sound being the distant chatter of his tv in the other room.
Considering there aren't many files left to organize you peacefully go through the pages, sure it won't take up much more of your time anymore.
After a mere 10 minutes your phone dings, the screen lighting up showing you a text message from Minghao himself.
You frown at the screen, considering he's just in the other room.
xu minghao: im hungry.
You sigh silently, picking up the phone in your hand.
What would you like for me to order?
The text is read immediately.
xu minghao: usual.
Just as you're finishing the last few pages the doorbell rings, signaling the food is here.
You get up from the chair, but sit back down when you hear Minghao scurrying out of his bedroom. You wrap up by stacking the files on top of each other, leaving them in the middle of the desk before slowly pushing yourself upright again. You only make it two steps before being met by an angry Minghao standing in front of you, holding the salad box in his hand.
"What's this?" he snaps, practically shoving the opened paper box in your face. It takes you a second to process, giving him a puzzled look before your eyes go to the salad in front of you.
"Um, your salad?" your voice shakes a little, and you awkwardly clear your throat after, your gaze meeting his again.
Minghao chuckles, his lips curled up into a smile before he suddenly launches the food straight to the floor, lips pushed back together into a tight line.
A gasp leaves your mouth, looking at the mess below you with a shocked look on your face.
He takes a deep breath. "Are you mentally challenged y/n?" he looks down at you, his tone dead serious. "I have a fucking show tomorrow and you got me a salad with fucking Vinaigrette dressing? Are you stupid?" his eyes are wide, face filled with anger.
You now remember how he even limits himself from eating anything other than straight vegetables and fruit the day before a show, cursing yourself for even forgetting the small but important detail.
"I-I-"
"Why do you even work for me when you're too fucking dumb to remember what I eat? Do I need to spell out every fucking thing I ask?!" He gets even closer to you, and you put your hands against his chest to keep his body from pressing into yours.
"I'm sorry... I-I'll clean this and get you a new one." You quickly sink down onto your knees, feeling hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes, making sure to keep your head down so he won't see.
You wince in pain when a hand grips your hair, your shaky fingers barely grazing a piece of lettuce before he harshly tugs you back up to meet his face again.
Minghao's breath hits your skin while he stares down at you, your breath caught in your throat while you feel a tear slide down your face.
"Oh you're crying now?" he laughs, his grip tightening.
You bite down on your quivering lip, big eyes looking at him submissively.
He grunts before letting go of your scalp, his hands moving to take a hold of your shoulders and pushing you till the back of your legs hit the edge of the desk.
"Not feeling like talking back to me today? Are you back to being the good girl I know you are?"
His thumb and index finger grasp your jaw tightly, tugging your face up to meet his eyes clouded by stark darkness. If your heart would beat any faster you're sure it'd explode, your mind only able to focus on him.
He chuckles at your silence, rolling his eyes before his free hands grips the skin of your hip, using it as leverage while pushing his body flush against yours.
"I know you can talk, y/n. Let me hear that sweet voice of yours, tell me you don’t want it…" he purrs, softly pressing his hot lips against your cheek.
You softly gasp from the contact, acknowledging how hot your body suddenly feels. This can't be happening, right? You hate his guts, despised him and his stupid face. You don't even know why you're allowing him to do this to you, or why your skin is heating up from his touch.
You swallow a lump in your throat, a long exhale leaving your mouth. "Minghao…" you're only able to utter a pathetic whisper, too focussed on his fingers pressing into your hip, and the strands of his hair tickling the side of your face.
Minghao hums, the vibration against your skin making your eyes shut tightly. If you hated him so much, why do you feel so turned on? Fuck, maybe it's the mommy issues, but have you liked the way he treated you all along?
You aren’t able to give it much thought when he surprises you again by spinning you around quickly, his chest pressed against your back while your hands find themself against the cold top of the wooden desk to keep yourself up. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Getting me that stupid dressing just to annoy me. I know you did.”
“I-I didn’t, I swear.” you protest, inhaling a sharp breath when his hand wraps around your throat, keeping it there with a loose grip on your jugulars.
“I hate liars.” Minghao’s voice is low, almost a whisper while his lips inch close to your ear, pulling your head back into him by your neck. “Let's see then, let's see how much you didn’t enjoy messing with me,” he says softly, his voice husky. His free hand travels down the front of your body, easily slipping down your jeans, going straight into your panties.
You know you should’ve probably pushed him off of you the second his fingers threaded through your hair, but for some fucked up reason you can’t, anticipating what he’ll do next.
Two fingers slide between your folds, the long digits just barely pushing into your wet hole. You stifle a moan, feeling pathetic at failing to control your reaction to his touch.
You keep yourself from whining when he withdraws his entire hand from your pants, Minghao sighing next to you. “You love making me angry. Don’t you?” You can’t see him, but feel his eyes bore into the side of your face.
He chuckles when you weakly shake your head, flinching when he suddenly pushes his slick-coated fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. “You don’t?” he cocks up his eyebrows, the fingers against your throat tightening around you a little bit.
“I told you I hate liars, y/n.” he clicks his tongue in annoyance, pulling his fingers from your warm mouth.
“I’m sorry…” you say softly, face warm with embarrassment. Minghao chuckles at you, pushing you down against the top of the desk, his hand on your back keeping you there firmly. “Tell me you want it, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.” his hand grips your ass, kneading the skin through the fabric of your clothes.
A confused sound leaves your mouth, eyes wide before he catches you off guard by smacking your bottom harshly. “I said tell me you want it, are you deaf?” he sighs again, keeping his hand on the now stinging skin.
“Minghao…” you whine, your cheek pressing against the hard material. He delivers another harsh smack against your ass. A moan leaves your mouth, and you get even more flustered, the sting making your thighs shift uncomfortably.
You feel his hand leave your ass again, and you quickly open your mouth to speak. “O-okay!” you beg him, your breath picking up. His hand gently rests down on your ass again, kneading it softly. You press your lips together, fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
“Well? Use your words.” his voice results in your eyes shutting tightly, basking in the pleasurable pain he inflicted on you.
“I-I” you stutter, too embarrassed to admit how much you want him out loud.
Another blow to your bottom, making you groan loudly. You can’t help pushing your body back into his touch, unknowingly ticking your boss off even more.
“You’re on a little streak of going against me, y/n.” he tells you, shaking his head a little bit. “I’ll give you one more chance. You better fucking hurry.” you can tell by his tone he’s getting impatient, his nails now digging into your clothed ass.
“Fuck, okay- I fucking want it, Minghao.” you finally tell him, your body slumping against the desk below you.
“Hm, that’s more like it. That’s the good girl I know.”
He sounds pleased, amusement laced in his voice like he was waiting for you to tell him all along.
Minghao’s hand wraps around your upper arm, pulling you back on your feet and turning you around to face him again.
He curses lowly seeing your blown eyes looking up at him, his lips plump and red from biting it. “Fucking want you too. Seeing you in my clothes-wearing my boxers, fuck.” his jaw tightens, his arms going around your waist to press your warmth together.
“Gonna listen to me today? Be good for me?” one of his hands wraps around the top of your neck, fingers holding your jaw while his brown eyes near at you. You nod shyly, seeing how Minghao inhales a deep breath. “Then start by fucking talking, dumb whore. I know you’re not this shy.” His lips barely graze yours, looking at you like you’re nothing to him.
"I'll be good for you." you say softly, and Minghao rewards you by pressing his lips against yours roughly, his hand gripping your hip, while the hand on your jaw moves down to your shirt, fisting the fabric and pulling you even closer to him.
You moan softly against his mouth, the feeling of his teeth pulling on your lower lip making you weak in the knees. His hot tongue enters your mouth, playing with your tongue skillfully, remind you he's the one in charge.
Minghao hooks his hands under your knees, lifting you up on the edge of his desk. His hands find your thighs, squeezing the skin possessively. You groan inside of his mouth, hands coming up to cup his face. The kiss is messy but so good, the thought of his spit all over your lips sending a throb right down to your core.
Your fingers find his nape, playing with the dark hairs in his neck. You tug on the soft strands a little, and Minghao can't help but groan against your mouth.
You break the kiss all out of breath, looking at each other for a second, noticing his plump, wet lips while he breathes loudly. You go in to kiss him again, not able to resist him anymore, but before you can press your lips together his fingers tug a fistful of your hair, keeping you from doing so.
Your gaze is fixated on him, looking at him through your eyelashes, waiting. His mouth curls up into a small smirk before he finally kisses you again, just as rough and hastily as before. His frame leans into yours, and you clutch onto his shoulders while you feel yourself getting pushed back by his chest.
When you're fully on your back against the desk he stands back upright, looking at you again with that pleased smile on his face. He stands between your legs, his lower body awfully close against the inside of your thighs.
"Always such a good girl, hm? So good to me, my little servant." he chuckles, fingers opening your jeans while never breaking eye contact with him. Your jaw tightens, thighs squeezing around him a little while you push yourself up, hands coming up to shove him away. How fucking dare he, that stupid asshole. Minghao grabs your wrists in his grasp tightly, face coming down to meet yours.
"What? I'm just stating the facts. That's all you are, my silly, dumb servant."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in anger, using your arms to push against his body.
"Fuck you Minghao." you tell him angrily, Minghao's face only looking very amused. He holds you where you are. "I'm not wrong, we both know it. I only have to tell you what I want and you're more than willing to give it to me, tell me I'm wrong."
By now you can feel the heat radiating from your face, trying your best to get down from the desk but your strength not able to match his. "Is that all I am to you? I work over hours to please your entitled fucking ass without as much as a thank you and you see me as some stupid joke?!"
Minghao laughs out loud, only making you angrier.
"You should be thanking me, y/n. Without me you'd just be another underpaid assistant working for some laughable flopping idol group."
You open your mouth to talk, but instead gasp when he flips you over, bending you over the edge of the desk below, your wrists behind you trapped in Minghao's grip.
"Now stop fucking talking, or I'll make you regret it."
Your breath is caught in your throat, feeling the way Minghao slides down one hand between your legs, his hand cupping your core. He hums. "See? I told you you do anything I ask of you." he snickers, fingers softly moving against you. "Hao..." you let out a big sigh, the feeling of his hands on you making you forget all about your anger.
He taps your clothed clit softly, almost like a warning. You stifle a whine, and he pulls your jeans down past your thighs, two fingers pressing against your clit.
"Fuck." you moan, biting your lip at the contact. He hums at you in satisfaction, slowly rubbing your sensitive nub, but not doing anything else.
"Want me to touch you, right? Want me to keep going?" he almost whispers, holding your wrists tightly. You nod almost immediately, but respond when you remember he wants to hear you. "Please." you try not to sound so broken, but you're sure he's not that easily fooled by you.
"Then tell me you're my dumb servant, and I'll do more than just touch you today.”
You swallow a lump in your throat at the thought of whatever this is you being an occurring thing, losing all composure with a singular sentence.
You wanted to feel angry for the way he’s speaking to you, to stone-cold reject him and quit your job to feel like you’d have the upper hand against him. But then what? And even then, somewhere deep inside of you, you knew you didn’t want to put an end to this.
“I’m-” you hiss when he pushes his fingers against you a little harder, surely to taunt you even more.
“I’m your… y-your dumb servant.” you say, pushing your cheek into the desk.
Minghao giggles, his body shaking with amusement. “Very good, I knew you’d listen.” Your breath picks up when he hooks his fingers around your panties, moving the fabric aside. His two fingers enter your hole, your wetness allowing for him to easily slip inside.
“God, ur so wet, what a little whore…” he chuckles. His fingers stay seated deep inside of you, experimentally curling the long digits. Your body reacts well to him, feeling so turned on by just his two fingers. “More.” you manage to say, biting your bottom lip.
Minghao starts pumping his fingers inside of you slowly, a finger brushing against your clit carefully.
“Look so pretty like this, already struggling to talk.” he says, curling his fingers again.
“Mhh-hmf.. m-more.” you tell him, pushing your ass back to feel more of him. Minghao hums. “Don’t know if you deserve it, baby.”
You groan when he draws circles on your throbbing clit, your toes curling from the pleasure.
“Please.” you whisper, feeling your stomach tighten, your walls clenching around his fingers.
Minghao adds a third finger, suddenly going a lot faster. Moans spill past your lips, eyes squeezed shut.
“Pussy feels so tight… can you even handle my cock?” he asks, body leaning over yours to get closer to you. You try your best to nod, pleasure overtaking your body.
Just as you feel your orgasm nearing Minghao pulls his fingers out of you, the hand around your wrists disappearing. You whine at the loss of pleasure, taken aback by him pulling you back up.
You turn around to face him, a pout on your lips.
“Go to my bedroom. When I get there I want to see you naked.”
You nod at him shyly, fixing your jeans before walking to his bedroom.
You’ve been inside his bedroom before, forced to wake him multiple times much to his dismay. It reflects his personality well, the interior minimalistic but very classy, most of his furniture a light cream color.
His bed is made perfectly, and you take a seat on the edge, on the soft grey blanket on top of his duvet.
Your hands shake a little when you take off your shirt, laying it down on the floor together with your jeans and socks, hesitant to take off your lingerie.
Minghao enters his bedroom, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.
“Didn’t I tell you to be naked?” he scoffs, now standing right in front of you. You nod, responding with a soft ‘yes’, which makes him roll his eyes.
“So why aren’t you?” he presses, tugging your jaw to make you look up at him.
“Um-”
You gasp when he slaps your face hard, the skin tingling from the impact. "When I tell you something you better do it. Now strip." You do as you're told, shaky hands unhooking your bra and letting it fall down to your lap.
Minghao throws the piece of clothing down on the floor, eyes boring into you as you hook your fingers around the fabric of your panties, pulling it past your legs.
"Get down, on your knees."
You push yourself from his bed, getting down on your knees in front of him. Minghao looks at you when he undoes the buckle of his belt, pushing down his pants to reveal the bulge in his boxers.
"You're gonna take what I give you, and if you spill as much as a drop I'm gonna punish you." his fingers pull down his dark boxers, revealing his thick cock. Your eyes widen a little at the sight, your lips grazing the head when he pulls your closer by your neck.
It's big and veiny, pre cum leaking from the tip. You're not sure you'll be able to take such a huge cock, but want nothing more than to feel him deep in your throat right now.
"Open your mouth, dear." he presses, his fingers tangled in your hair.
You open your mouth wide for him, watching his face as he pushes his entire length inside of you. A moan leaves his lips, silently cursing at the feeling of your hot mouth around him.
When your eyes close trying to get used to his size, another blow to your cheek makes your eyes widen in surprise.
"Look at me. Want to see those pretty eyes cry for me."
Minghao starts thrusting inside of your mouth experimentally, watching how you struggle to breathe, eyes already filling with fat tears threatening to spill from them. You remember to breathe through your nose, trying so hard not to choke on him.
He hums in pleasure, gripping your hair even tighter as he picks up the pace, using you like you're only a hole to him, and you love every second of it.
"Fuck, good fucking girl. You're doing so well." one of his hands stroke your burning cheek, so gently compared to how he's been treating you.
Your hands grip his thighs for support, trying your best to stay still while he goes even faster. Your cheeks are wet with tears, vision blurred while you watch him moan loudly.
His cock twitches in your mouth, fingers pressing into your nape while he ruts against your face unapologetically.
You feel incredibly turned on watching him, feeling him so deep inside your throat. You press your thighs together tightly, praying he'll give you more tonight.
He stills inside of you, his pelvis pressed against your face when you feel him cumming down your throat. His breathing is hard, looking down at you while thick ropes of cum continue to paint your insides white.
He holds your jaw when slowly pulling out, biting his lip when you softly suck to make sure none of his come escapes your mouth.
"Did so good, such a good girl, y/n." his thumb strokes your cheek, letting go of your face completely before pulling you up by your arm.
His red lips press against yours, catching you in a steamy kiss, not caring that his cum is still in your mouth.
You finally swallow when he pushes you down on his bed, seeing how he kicks off his pants before his shirt follows.
"Your pussy is leaking," he points out, his pointy finger pressing against your clit. You whimper at the contact, fisting the blanket at your sides.
Minghao looks at you. "Want me to touch you? Take care of that slutty pussy?" he pushes the finger inside of you without looking away from you.
You nod, biting down on your lip. Minghao hums, his other hand on your knee to keep your legs open. "Want your cock, Hao." you tell him shamelessly, your chest rising. He only chuckles, adding another finger.
"Why don't you beg me some more," he says, slowly moving his fingers inside of you.
You whine, your head pressing down into the mattress. "Please Minghao, n-need your cock."
He scissors his fingers, choked gasps echoing through his room. "More." he tells you. You raise your hips from the bed, trying to chase your high. "Desperate whores get nothing." he pulls his fingers from your pussy like before, another whine ripping from your mouth.
Minghao delivers a harsh slap to your thigh, glaring down at you. "You're pathetic." he mumbles, hooking his arms around your thighs to hike you up on the bed.
"You're lucky I'm in a giving mood today, but you're not gonna cum unless I tell you to. Is that clear?" you quickly nod at him, eager to get anything at this point.
He wraps his hand around his dick, massaging his already hardening cock while he gets between your legs. You lean back on your elbows, keeping yourself up while you look at him, pussy clenching around nothing, so eager to feel him.
Minghao bends your knees into your body, spitting on your drenched pussy before sliding his hard tip between your folds. The stimulation makes you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure.
"You really are pathetic, y/n." Minghao shakes his head, aligning the tip against your hole. He pushes in slowly, your mouth wide open feeling his cock stretching you open. His hands push down beside your head, a long moan leaving his lips when he sinks his entire length inside of you.
He fits snugly, your body almost struggling to adjust to his size. Pitiable moans and whines continue to stumble out of you, feeling so full, so perfect. His eyes concentrate on yours, his teeth biting the inside of his cheek. "Keep looking at me, y/n." Minghao reminds you, drawing back his hips only to snap right back into you, the hard thrust making you reach out to grab his upper arms.
"P-please Hao, feels so... s-so good." you choke out, finding it difficult to keep your eyes on him. He establishes a set pace, his thighs pressing into you with every move. "I know baby." he mumbles, head moving down to kiss your neck.
The contact has you whimpering, forcing your body against his. He feels so deep like this, and you don't know what to do with yourself, never having felt this good by a man, only if it was just a couple of simple thrusts. The muscles in your stomach feel burning hot, and you have to compel yourself not to cum right there and then. 
Teeth push into your neck while licking the skin, sucking a painful mark into it. He chuckles, picking up the pace after giving the mark a lingering kiss. "I guess you‘re pretty sensitive there since you can't stop crushing my dick," he remarks, looking back down at you. You exhale an unsteady breath, unable to answer feeling your body respond to him. One of his hands suddenly finds your throat, putting pressure on your jugular.
The combination of his thrusts, the hand on your neck and his pelvis hitting your throbbing clit every time leaves you bewildered, fingers hastily grabbing the hairs in his neck for some kind of aid.
You’re trying so hard not to cum, your body working against you by rocking back up against him. He rolls his hips, the oscillation making you cry.
“Don’t.” he warns you, dark orbs staying focussed on you. You give him a pained look, but nod obediently.
You can’t help the tears from building in your eyes. There’s near blood rising from how hard you bite your bottom lip, sighing from the pleasure. It doesn’t help when he tightens his hold on your neck, catching yourself from closing your eyes at the feeling.
“M’gna cum, gonna cum… f-fill you up, hm?” he groans before pressing his lips against you forcefully, and before you can even process his words his warm cum spurts inside of you. Both your moans are muffled against each other’s mouths, your fingers tugging at his hair.
Minghao pulls out of you, turning you over on all fours before he pushes his hardening cock back inside of you again. You scream at the new angle, pushing your face against the pillow below.
“Fucking love your little pussy.” Minghao groans, smacking your ass harshly. “Only mine to fill up, only mine to use.” he tells you, fucking his cum deep inside of you.
His hands grip your thighs hard, sure to leave bruises. “Tell me, slut. Tell me how you feel, who owns you.” he slaps your ass again, right on the already burning mark. You whine loudly, pushing your ass up.
Minghao grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your face up so he can hear every sound you make. “Fucking tell me!” he practically shouts, nails digging into the skin of your leg.
“F-feel so good, Hao,” you moan, cheeks wet with tears. “I-I- You… Belong to you, please.”
He chuckles at your state, pulling your head back even more. “That’s right, my stupid whore.” he says through gritted teeth, his cock twitching inside of you.
“Gonna cum inside of you again, m-make you a mommy, hm?” he lets go of your hair, your face helplessly falling back into the pillow. His free hand goes down to pinch your clit softly, rolling the nob between his fingers. “You can cum, baby. Cum around my cock, want to feel it.” he says, fingers now rubbing your overstimulated clit.
You moan loudly, his cock massaging your g-spot with every harsh thrust inside of you. His words are all it take to come undone, the overpowering orgasm taking over your body, making your limbs shake and having you weakly fall down flat on the mattress.
Minghao groans behind you, the feeling of your walls tightening making him empty his cum deep inside of you again.
You fist the covers between your fingers, body twitching trying to recover.
You can’t really think anymore, soft sounds leaving your lips when Minghao slowly pulls his softening cock outside of you. He carefully rolls you over, fighting a wicked smile when he pushes his thumb against your abused clit, making you jerk in surprise.
“M’not done yet,” he chuckles, two of his fingers pushing right back into you. You gasp in surprise, your arm coming up to stop him. He pins your arm down on the mattress in response. “Take it, or I’ll be really disappointed in you.” he tells you, slowly moving his digits inside of you, pushing his cum back inside of you. “If you need me to stop I will.” he looks at you, his lips pushing in a tight line.
He hums when you don’t say anything, fingers tauntingly circling your bundle of nerves. “You’re perfect, y/n. Doing so good.” he praises you, adding another finger.
“‘Nghao…” you moan, pushing your eyes shut at the staggering but painful pleasure. “So hard…” you groan, your hips moving up to meet his movement.
“I know, dear, but you’re taking it amazingly.”
Another orgasm is ripped from your body with a few more draws of his fingers, a long string of moans filling the air.
Your back presses into the bed tiredly, nearly seeing stars.
After what feels like minutes you open your eyes, looking at Minghao while trying your best to catch your breath. He gives you a small smile, rubbing your thighs softly to comfort you.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” he says, getting up from the bed. You watch him put his boxers back on, and he carefully helps you up to walk you to his bathroom.
There’s a weird tension between the two of you when he draws you a bath, your mind scattered thinking how this would change everything. He is your boss after all.
Minghao helps you wash yourself, taking his time making sure you feel comfortable. You sit in the bath while he takes a shower, the soft sounds of him humming and the running water filling the air.
“I’ll get you some clothes.” he says once he steps out of the shower, disappearing before coming back with a clean set of clothes. He helps you out of the bath, grabbing a towel and wrapping the fabric around your body.
“It’s okay, I can do it.” you affirm when he goes to help you dry off, giving you a nod before leaving you in the spacious bathroom.
You let out a sigh, taking your time getting dressed. You see yourself in the mirror, noticing the dark marks in your neck and covering your thighs. You can still feel him touching you, feel his cock inside of you.
Fuck, you’re damned, not sure why you loved every second of it, already craving more of him. y/n he’s your boss for god sake, you have to remind yourself. He’s Minghao. Your feelings are all over the place, stuck between wanting him and resenting him.
Will he at least treat you better? Appreciate everything you do for him? You only hope he won’t be such a nightmare to work with anymore, yet it doesn’t really matter. You’ve dealt with it before and you will again, because that’s your job; making Minghao’s difficult life easier.
“You’ll stay over, right?” Minghao asks when you walk back into his bedroom, a little taken aback by his words. For some reason you expected him to laugh in your face if you assumed to stay, not even daring to thinking about such a thing.
He’s sitting on his bed, his body on display. You look at him, pausing for a second. “I guess that’ll be easier,” you answer, having to come back to his apartment anyway tomorrow.
“All your stuff is here? You don’t have to get something at your place tomorrow?”
You nod. “My bag is in your office.” you confirm, standing in front of him awkwardly. Minghao hums, pulling you closer to him. “Go sleep. Do you want something to drink first? Eat?” he asks you. You pause.
“You haven’t eaten dinner.” you remember, letting him pull you beside him on the bed. You pull the covers over your legs, sitting up while looking at him.
Minghao chuckles. “I’m asking you.” he lays down next to you, turning his body to face you, his elbow pressing into the bed while keeping his head up with his hand.
“I’ll order us some stew, tomorrow’s going to be hectic.” he says when you don’t reply, reaching for his phone on his nightstand.
You spend the next few hours watching some documentary about psychology, not much talking between the two of you while you finish the spicy kimchi soup Minghao insisted was the best in the city, a comfortable atmosphere between the two of you before you finally drift off to sleep beside him.
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