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lecl3rcw · 10 months

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MAGIC IN YOUR VEINS

pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader

summary: Charles comforts his favorite sibling.

warnings: badly translated French, sibling fights, Arthur being a lil mean, just a little tho.

author’s note: this is a lil disappointing, also Thankyou guys so much for 50 followers💗

song recs: none:(

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She didn’t know how a small comment of hers escalated to a full blown argument between her and Arthur.

“Arthur you know I didn’t mean it like that!” She tries to defend herself, “Oh cut the bullshit Y/N, you know how I feel when anyone compares me to Charles, you off all people should know” he yells really upset with his sister’s comment.

“I was just joking! I didn’t Intentionally compare you to him” she sighs out, putting her hand on her face, a little distressed. “No you always have to bring this up, and it’s funny because you’re probably the biggest failure out of all 4 of us, Enzo is starting his own business, Charles is a F1 driver, I’m an F2 driver, meanwhile you can’t even pass a grade 11 exam” he says, finally finishing his rant getting the anger and frustration of his stressful week out.

Her mouth was wide open as tears were visible in his eyes, sure her and Arthur exchanged insults but never had they fought this seriously. “Why are you crying? Cant handle it when it’s directed at you?” He says, “I’m sorry Arthur” she whispered before running to her room and locking the door.

She felt guilty, she wasn’t upset at him because he gave her a taste of her own medicine but it did sting, hearing someone she genuinely looked up to call her a failure was a statement she could never shake off. Although it hurt, it also made her realize that he was right. Once Arthur was cooled down, he did apologize to the girl and she did as well, but despite saying sorry, his words rang in her head. She vowed to herself that she was going to pass this test without anyone’s help no matter what.

“Do you guys know what’s been up with your sister?” Pascale asks placing food on the table, “What do you mean Maman?” Charles asks looking up from his phone, his next race was 3 weeks away so he was happy to spend time with his family, “I don’t know, she seems really distant” their mutters, “I heard she has a big test tomorrow , maybe she’s stressed out?” Lorenzo said, “yeah perhaps, but I would appreciate if you guys could talk to her and make her feel better” she says, the two sibling nodded their heads.

Charles was walking up to his bedroom but he noticed soft music coming from his sister’s room, curiously, he walked in only to find his sister’s head resting on the desk, the dim light of the lamp was the only thing lighting her room up, her papers scattered across her desk. He softly smiled at her, he placed a sweet kiss on her head before turning the light off and letting his sister sleep.

The next morning the girl jerked up in panic, she wasn’t supposed to be sleeping, she was supposed to be preparing for her test. “I’m so fucked” she says her hands on her head. She checks the time and she quickly gets ready to go to school.

“Hey Chérie” Pascale says, “Goodmorning maman” she says rubbing her eyes tiredly, “you alright?” Pascale asks the girl in concern, “I’m good ma, I was supposed to study but I fell asleep” she says, “Oh you’ll do great my love” she says as she goes to give her daughter a tight hug, being in her mother’s arms bright the younger girl a lot of comfort, “I love you Maman, I should be leaving” she says breaking the hug, she gave her a smile before heading out the door.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, after giving her test she actually felt confident, the smile that the past few weeks stole from her made its way back on her face, now all she had to do was wait till 5:00 pm for her results. Charles texted her saying that he could pick her up to which she happily responded.

“Hi Chérie! How was your day” Charles asks, “it was alright” she responds, the siblings talked about irrelevant things the rest of the way, jamming to music, Charles even bought Y/N some food as the two shared the meal. She felt really happy that Charles wanted to spend time with her as he was such a busy man. Unfortunately for her tho, her interactions with Arthur had died down since he was never home, either with his friends or with Carla, which made her really sad.

It was 5:03 when the siblings made it home, “I’m gonna go check my score Charles, I’ll be right back!” She says, “wait! Bring your laptop here, we will check it together” Charles says wanting to be as supportive as ever to which she was more than thankful for.

“Ok…so what did you get” He asks her, the minute she looks her heart drops to her stomach, she felt nauseous, the exhaustion of so many weeks of not sleeping and eating properly catching up to her, she was upset beyond repair, and Arthur’s voice calling her a failure started echoing In her mind.

“I’m a failure” she says mindlessly, before burrying her face in her hands. “What? No you’re not” He says grabbing the laptop. “Oh my god. I’m a screwup” she says as sobs start racking her body, Charles immediately wraps his arms around the girl tightly, her face still in her hands. “I’m so dumb, I studied for nothing” she says as places her head against his shoulder.

“Y/N you’re not a failure, who told you that” Charles says caressing her hair, “It dosent matter Charles, the test results tell me everything I need to know” she says tears still running down her face, “why can’t I be more like you, or Arthur, or Enzo” she wails out, “You’re not a failure Y/N, everyone has ups and downs, you can’t base your worth on test scores, or people’s opinions” he says tightening his hold on her, she stayed quiet wanting him to continue. “You can’t be perfect all the time Chérie, and whoever told you that you’re a failure is probably a failure themselves” Charles says getting a little mad that someone (Arthur) called his sister a failure.

“But-” “no buts, You tried Y/N and that’s what matters, you didn’t give up, everyone has bad days, but you can’t let a test score hold this much power over you” he finishes, she sniffles wiping her nose, “you’re right, I’m sorry, maybe this was a bit of an overreaction” she says, feeling a bit embarrassed, “No never apologize for showing emotions, you were disappointed and that’s ok, use this disappointment as motivation, you’re going to kick that next test’s ass” he says shaking her shoulders as she lets out a laugh. “ I love you Charlie” she mumbled giving him a final hug that he reciprocated, “I love you more” he says. “Now tell me, who said you were a failure? I’ll give them a piece of my mind, I’ll get Arthur on them too” he says confidently,

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roosterforme · 7 months

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The Younger Kind Part 32 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is used to feeling comfortable around you, so when he arrives home and things feel strained, he wants to understand why. The more you tell him about what has you so upset, the more he wants to try to fix everything. But you don't know if he can do anything to mend your confidence.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

Nat called and texted the next day to check in with you and Noah. It didn't matter how many times you lied and told her that you were just fine, she said she wanted to be sure. But you knew you were barely holding on, and the next two days without Bradley were going to be really hard.

Because now it wasn't just the USB drive. It was also your hand. And the broken glass. And the way Noah cried. You were currently curled up in Bradley's bed with Noah sound asleep in your arms, and you didn't even want to go to work tomorrow. Your hand was aching, and the gash looked terrible. Even though you had done your best with it, you knew you should have gone for stitches. But you also knew it was too late for that now.

After a moment of contemplation, you decided to keep Noah in bed with you for the night. You opened up your email one more time with the arrival instructions from Bradley even though you had them memorized. But you didn't want to mess this up.

When you got to work the next morning, while you were still trying to decide if you should report the break in, another layer of embarrassment was added. Dr. Kelly pulled you aside and glanced down at your hand as she said, "Would you like me to take a look at that?"

You'd done a pretty terrible job of bandaging it up on your own. "Sure," you said softly, and she unwrapped it and winced.

"This didn't happen at work, did it?"

"No," you replied quickly. "At home."

She met your eyes with startled ones. "This is a nasty, irregular cut. You live with your boyfriend, correct?" When you nodded, she added, "If there's any sort of issue with... violence at home, please know that you can always come to me."

Your jaw dropped open, and you gasped. "No! He's not even here, he's deployed! It was an accident!"

"Okay," she said right away. "I believe you. Let me get it cleaned up. It's looking angry, and you should have probably gone somewhere for stitches over the weekend."

Instead of responding, you silently followed her to one of the exam rooms where she carefully disinfected your palm and applied an adhesive that would work on your skin. "I can reapply it later this week for you."

"Thanks." As you got back to work, you were starting to think you should have reported the incident with the police. Panic rose inside you as you were instructed to prepare some vaccination syringes for the ten year old in exam room five.

Should you wait until Bradley got home on Wednesday? Should you call the police after work today? Your cut up hand was bad enough, but Noah could have been the one who got hurt. And you'd honestly never be able to forgive yourself if something happened to him. You had protected him from Meredith in the park, so why was this any different?

You rushed back to Bradley's house after work and ran inside, completely exasperated by his old man tendencies. You had to search for the list of phone numbers he gave you which would have been much better if he just saved them to your contacts in your phone.

Noah needed to be picked up in the next forty minutes, and you didn't know how long she would be in her office, but you tried to reach Tracy anyway. When you gave your name to her receptionist, you were shocked that he put you right through to Bradley's lawyer.

"I hope Bradley thanked you for me. The Red Bulls were very sweet of you."

You laughed at Tracy in spite of the fact that you felt like crying. "It's the least I could do." Then you took a deep breath and said, "I was wondering if there is any way you can help me? I don't want to end up with Bradley having to pay you if you give me advice over the phone or anything like that. But I think I need some help right now even though he should be back on Wednesday."

"Your boyfriend basically has me on retainer for you. What do you need?" Tracy asked.

"Retainer?" you asked. No, that couldn't be right.

"I was given explicit instructions to help you with anything you might call about. We're not going to worry about any billing, because he certainly wasn't worried, okay? What can I do for you?"

You sucked in a deep breath as you paced around the kitchen. You felt defeated. That damn USB drive was on top of the refrigerator. The coffee machine you could barely figure out how to use was on the counter. The list of phone numbers in Bradley's handwriting was on the table. So you walked out back and forced yourself to say, "I think Meredith broke into my rental which I had already moved out of. And I saw her at a gas station before that."

There was a long enough pause that you were about to repeat yourself, but then she said, "I think that if she did break into your rental, it was purely out of spite. Because I actually have some news about Meredith that I was waiting to tell Bradley. But I think you and I should have a conversation first, and then you should decide if you want to call the police."

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Bradley just wanted to get off this aircraft carrier. He had one night left in this fucking bunk with Carl, and then he could go home to his cozy house and sweet son and your warm, welcoming body. Maybe you'd let him snuggle with you and Noah on the couch, and then after Noah's bedtime, he could take you to bed. He couldn't stop thinking about every single way he wanted to have you. And then he could fall asleep with you wrapped up in his arms and your soft breath on his skin.

He was almost getting hard just thinking about it. It had been a long time since he had someone to come home to, someone who was waiting just for him. He felt like he wanted to reward you for it. God, he wanted to give you everything. He had to tuck his hands up behind his head in his bunk and force himself to try to go to sleep. But he dreamed about your voice and your fingertips on his face.

The following day went quickly as they docked in the afternoon. Once he was able to text you, Bradley was pleased to see that you were more responsive.

I'm docked, Princess. We got in a little early, but I haven't deboarded yet. I know you're at work, but I can't wait to see you whenever you can come pick me up.

My Princess: I'll be there by four with Noah. We missed you so much!

When he was able to finally collect his things and start down the ramp, Bradley's heart was thudding in his ears. It wasn't four o'clock yet, and he knew he might have to wait for you to get there, but then he was pleasantly surprised. As he started walking along the fence to the parking lot, he spotted his Bronco in the last aisle. You had parked it away from everything and everything else, and that brought a smile to his face.

And then he saw you, carrying Noah and hurrying toward him in your new work scrubs that he hadn't even seen yet. A smile broke out on his face as he rushed to close the distance. "Noah! Princess!"

"Daddy!" Noah squealed with delight, practically jumping from your arms to his. Bradley wrapped Noah up in his right arm and kissed him all over his face, reaching for you at the same time with his free hand. "I love you, Bub. Did you have fun with Princess?"

But you hesitated. And when Bradley met your eyes, he was still reaching for you, but you were only very slowly stepping toward him. "Come here," he rasped, slipping his arm around your waist until you were snug at his side. "I love you." Those words seemed to do the trick as you melted against him, and your chin tipped up as you looked at him.

"I missed you so much," you told him, your voice soft and maybe a little sad? And Bradley kissed you hard and heady in front of everyone including Noah, letting his hand rest on the swell of your butt. He didn't care. You belonged with him. He wanted you there forever.

But even though you were clinging to his uniform shirt now and returning his kisses with a soft moan, he could tell you were holding back. He trailed a few kisses along your jaw back toward your ear and whispered, "I love you, Baby," and you shivered for him. But when he reached for your hand, he found it was bandaged up. And you looked at him with barely concealed frustration. He could just tell something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked, repositioning Noah in his arm and letting his son's cheek rest on his shoulder. He kissed your fingers and ran his thumb along the bandage. "What's wrong with your hand?"

You tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Can we talk about it later? Tonight?"

"Yeah," he agreed, suddenly even more apprehensive. "We can."

"Great," you replied, leading the way to the Bronco with your fingers loosely tangled with his. And while Bradley walked with his lips pressed to his son's forehead and his duffle bag on his back, he was worried about you.

You were still quiet when the three of you pulled into the driveway and headed inside. "I have a lasagna ready to go in the oven," you told Bradley when he followed you into the kitchen. "Should we start doing your laundry?"

He laughed softly as he put Noah down in one of the chairs and dropped his bag to the floor. "Princess," he whispered, reaching for your soft cheek. "Baby, I don't care about my laundry. I don't even really care about dinner, but I love that you have something ready to go. I just want you to tell me what's bothering you."

He watched you swallow hard, and he thought he saw your eyes dart toward the top of the refrigerator. "Bradley," you muttered.

"You know I thought about you nonstop, right?" he whispered, remembering how it felt to have his fist connect with Carl's face as he made sure he got his polaroid back. "On repeat. I just wanted to be home." He kissed your lips over and over again, stroking your soft skin with his thumb. "So I'll take care of whatever has you upset. You know I will."

You just nodded and let your eyes flutter closed. And all you offered him was one word. "Later."

After dinner was eaten and cleaned up, Bradley spent some extra time giving Noah a bath. The tub was absolutely filled with toys, and Bradley ended up removing his soaking wet undershirt, kneeling on the floor in just his underwear and service khakis. "I missed you so much," he said, kissing his son over and over again. "But I know you had fun with Princess."

Noah held out a green duckie for Bradley to take before he said, "I want Princess to be my mommy."

Bradley met brown eyes that matched his, and he easily said, "I do too, Bub. She would be really good at it." You already were good at it. But something was wrong, and he needed to figure it out. The two of you weren't acting the way he had hoped you would after being apart for weeks. And now he was questioning whether or not you'd actually want to marry him someday.

It was late. Definitely after Noah's usual bedtime. He was yawning now, but Bradley had been so excited to see him, he let him stay up. With one more big yawn, Bradley scooped his son out of the tub with a towel and drained the water. Then he stopped in the living room where you were sitting on the couch, and he let Noah give you a goodnight kiss. And he leaned down and kissed your cheek as well. "I'll be back out in a minute. We'll talk."

"Okay," you said softly, and then Bradley was thankful that Noah was already falling asleep as soon as he was in bed. On his way back out to the living room, he stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of merlot and a bag of Skittles he had stashed away.

After he opened the bottle and took a sip, he met you in the living room. Your gaze took in his naked torso as you bit your lip, and when he handed you the wine with no glass, you took a sip from the bottle as well.

"Let's talk?" he asked, settling down next to you. He opened the bag of candy and patted his thigh. "And snuggle? I've been saving the wine and Skittles for our reunion, but you'll have to remind me which color goes best with merlot."

He could tell you were trying not to smile as you scooted across the couch and onto his lap while you sipped the wine. "Red, Daddy. Red Skittles pair with merlot."

"Yes," he rasped, kissing the side of your neck. "That's right. Now that I'm all yours again, just like I'm supposed to be, why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

You handed him the bottle in favor of the candy, and you crunched on a few pieces before you said, "I moved all of my stuff in. And I used your address for my new hire paperwork."

Bradley had to hold back a moan. That sounded so fucking perfect to him, he wanted to take you on the floor right now, right in the middle of the area rug. But instead he just tightened his arm around your waist. "Mmhmm, you know just want to say to make me happy. And you did so great with Noah. I knew you would be perfect, Princess."

But then you met his eyes and held up your bandaged hand. "I had to call Tracy on Monday," you said, and Bradley's heart dropped.

"Why?"

You pressed your lips together and looked down at the bottle of wine before taking it from his hand and drinking some more. "I saw Meredith at the gas station near Noah's daycare," you whispered, your voice soft and harsh.

"She broke the restraining order?" he growled. "What the fuck?"

"It was just a gas station," you replied quietly. "And I think she was already there when I pulled in." Bradley was about to rage, but then you kept going. "But then someone broke into my rental, and I cut my hand when Noah was with me. And it must have been Meredith, so I called Tracy, because you weren't here, and I wasn't sure what to do." When you took a deep breath there was a little sob with it that made Bradley clench with the need to protect you.

"Shit! I wish you didn't have to do this by yourself," he replied, heart skipping faster. "But I'm proud of you. What did Tracy say about Meredith?"

"She helped me file a police report, and they said they are looking for evidence, but my landlord is pissed off that the window is broken. He was supposed to have a new renter move in this week, and he's threatening me about paying for another month. He told me to fix the glass, but the police won't even let me. And you and I are supposed to go meet up with Tracy tomorrow." You hiccupped when you finished talking.

"Shh," Bradley said, setting the bottle down on the end table and pulling you to his body so your cheek came to rest on his chest. "Baby, I'll take care of it. But back up, and go slow. Did Meredith threaten you or Noah?"

You shrugged against his body, and Bradley focused on every single word you had to say about the gas station and your broken windowpane and the note that was left. And how the police and Tracy both agreed that there's probably not enough evidence to prove anything one way or the other. And then you seemed wrung out as a tear slid down your cheek when you said, "Tracy did tell me that Meredith was on trial for the fraud charges I brought up against her during the custody hearing. When I saw her at the gas station, she told me I ruined her life. And then my window was smashed, probably just because she's such a horrible bitch."

"Make sense," he mumbled against your hair. No wonder he had several unread emails from Tracy that he knew he still needed to go through. Shit. You'd dealt with an awful lot in his absence. He wondered if that meant Meredith was being sentenced. "And we have an appointment with Tracy tomorrow?"

"Yes," you whispered, curling up tighter against his body. "During my lunch break."

"Okay." He kissed your forehead and ran his hands up and down your back. "I'm still off tomorrow. I'll drop you off at work in the morning, and then I'll come back for you whenever you want. And we'll go talk to Tracy, and I promise you, I will take care of everything." You were practically shaking as he added, "Because you take care of us."

You were nodding as you finally looked up at him, and as angry as Bradley was about more bullshit from Meredith, you and Noah were safe. And Tracy would probably have more information for him tomorrow. But right now, you needed someone to take care of you for a minute. "I love you," he promised, considering how exhausted you looked. "Let's take a shower and get in bed?"

Whether you were nodding in agreement or because you were still shaky, Bradley wasn't sure. But he carried you into the bathroom and set you down gently as he turned the shower on. Once you were undressed he helped you in and carefully unwrapped the bandage on your hand. There was a jagged cut on your palm that made his heart lurch. "I'll clean it and rebandage it, Princess," he said, trying to hide the anger in his voice. You didn't deserve any of the shit you'd repeatedly gone through since you met him.

"Okay," you whispered, and as soon as he was out of his khakis and underwear, you were pulling him in with you. Bradley was helpless in his feelings for you. Very carefully, he took his time and washed you so you didn't irritate your cut further. And he let himself just enjoy the feel of your body against his as he gently held your hand.

When he turned the shower off, he wrapped you in a towel and carried you to the bedroom. Everything looked exactly as it should: your purple crown was on his bedpost, everything was tidy, and the bed looked inviting. But you still didn't look relaxed as he helped you into his gray sweatpants and a soft undershirt before bandaging your hand again.

"What will make you feel better?" he asked, pulling on clean underwear as you climbed into bed. "Tell me, and I'll do it. I just want you to know how much I missed you and how happy I am that you moved all your stuff in while I was away."

You peeled the blanket back on his side of the bed and whispered, "Snuggle with me?"

You looked so perfect and innocent, and Bradley slid in bed with you and collected you in his arms. "Come here, Baby. Let me tell you how much I love you."

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You started to fall asleep in Bradley's arms while he rubbed small circles on your back through his undershirt which you were wearing. You had been on the brink of erupting into tears all night, and you hadn't even mentioned the USB drive. And now that he was home, you didn't know if you were strong enough to bring it up at all.

If he knew it was in that box in the attic, then you were going to make a fool of yourself. And if he forgot about its existence, he was going to think you were snooping through his things even though he gave you permission to use the attic. Either way, you weren't going to mention it, at least not yet.

There were too many other things to think about anyway. Like whether or not the police found anything in your rental. And how you were going to fix the window. And if Meredith was actually going to attempt something with you or Noah, or if she was just bitter that she might be facing jail time.

"Daddy," you whispered, and Bradley's arm tightened around you as he kissed the top of your head.

"Just sleep, Baby. I'll be right here."

As you dozed off, you realized you didn't have to be on full alert at the moment. For the first night in so long, you could just sleep and know he was with you and Noah. And then you were out.

Next thing you knew, it was light inside the bedroom, and Bradley was waking you up with gentle kisses on your face. You reached for him, and then his body weight was on top of you as he chuckled. "Baby, we'll be late."

"Good, I want to stay in bed all day," you whined, but soon you were dressed in your scrubs and making breakfast while Bradley got Noah ready for daycare. You hated the way you felt like you were holding back being as physical as you wanted to be with your boyfriend.

And then a flash of panic shot through you. He must have been expecting you to have sex with him last night, when instead you fell asleep as a bundle of nerves. You were still a bundle of nerves, but now you felt like crying as well. But he was acting so normal when he brought Noah into the kitchen to eat pancakes. "Just leave the mess in the sink, and I'll take care of it later," he said casually, reaching for your good hand to give you another kiss.

But you were thinking about the USB drive, and your meeting with Tracy and your job. And you barely kissed him back this time. "Okay," you agreed before picking at your breakfast.

Bradley looked concerned now, and he continued to look concerned a little later as he pulled into Noah's daycare parking lot. "I can take him in," you muttered, but he had already turned off the Bronco's engine.

"Let's go together," he replied, eyeing you skeptically as he climbed out to get Noah. And when you were walking in, side by side, Bradley asked, "Will you tell me what else is on your mind?"

You just shook your head, because you didn't want to get into this right now. But he took your hand anyway. And of course the same girl was working at the front desk with her clipboard.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw! Good morning!"

"Hi, Casey," he replied smoothly, his fingers laced with yours.

"How was your deployment? We really missed you here." She gave you some serious side eye, and you just knew she wished you weren't even around.

"It was fine," he replied, setting Noah down and kissing him. And then Noah turned to you for a hug before he walked back to the playroom. Then Bradley tugged you a little closer to him and wrapped his arm around you before signing the clipboard with the back of your body snug up against the front of his. He kissed your neck while Casey watched. "Let's go before you're late for work, Princess," he whispered next to your ear.

He handed the clipboard to Casey without even looking at her, and you were so mixed up inside, you wanted to scream. Five minutes ago, you were dreading the idea of being intimate with Bradley without showing him the USB drive first, and now you wanted to fuck him in the front seat of the Bronco.

"Listen," he said, voice stern as he pulled out into traffic and headed toward your medical complex. "Something is bugging you. I want you to be honest with me. After we talk to Tracy together, you and I are having a conversation later today. And by the end of that conversation, I want you and I to feel the way we are supposed to feel again. Because you moved all your stuff into the house, which I think is us officially taking the next step in our relationship. And I'm used to feeling comfortable when I'm with you. Okay?"

You pressed your lips together. There was no getting around it now. "Yes."

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"I really like Tracy and all, but I was hoping I'd never have to come here again," Bradley said as you and he rode the elevator up to her office.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, running your hands down the front of your now wrinkly scrubs. "It's probably my fault."

Bradley did a double take. "Your fault? How would this possibly be your fault, Baby?"

You sighed and exited the elevator, and Bradley just wanted you to look happy again. "Because I'm the one who mentioned all of Meredith's insider trading and shady deals in the first place."

"Hey," he said, leading you down the hallway with his hand at your back. "This is one hundred percent Meredith's fault. And the fraud charges were probably coming whether or not we said anything about it during the custody hearing."

Then Tracy's receptionist was waving the two of you past his desk without question, and Bradley thought that was either a very good or a very bad sign.

"Meredith is in custody," Tracy announced as soon as her office door was closed behind Bradley.

You gasped and said, "She's in prison."

"Yes. Now have a seat," she replied, pointing to the small conference table. "Because we have some things to discuss. Welcome home, Bradley." Then she set down a copy of Meredith's mugshot and arrest information.

"What a warm welcome," he muttered, skimming the paperwork. "She turned herself in?"

"She did," Tracy told him, taking the empty seat across the table and cracking open a Red Bull. "Probably broke the window at your place for fun as her last hurrah before turning herself in."

"Did the police find anything?" you asked her. "My landlord is so mad about the window."

Tracy just kind of shrugged. "Like I told you before, it's probably a lost cause. Nobody picked anything up on a doorbell camera, and it's impossible to tell exactly when it happened since you haven't actually been living there for a few months." You nodded, and then Tracy asked, "But if they do find evidence, would you like to press charges?"

"No," you replied immediately, and Bradley leaned in a little closer.

"Are you sure? We can absolutely press charges if you want to."

"Come on, Bradley," you said quietly, even though Tracy could still hear. "I don't want to cost you any more money. And I can't afford Tracy on my own."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, and he leaned in even closer to you. How many times had the two of you had this fucking conversation? Too many for him to keep track of, and it annoyed him every single time. "Look at me," he whispered when you started to turn away. As soon as you met his eyes again, he kissed you softly. But his voice was rough around the edges as he said, "I would defend you with my life. Why would my money be any different? Why is that the thing that is always too much for you?"

With a soft gasp, you gaped at him. "Your life?"

"Yes, of course," he said, brow furrowed. "So I really need you to stop making a fuss about everything else. Because it doesn't matter compared to you. Or compared to Noah. Or compared to us. And I'm getting pretty fucking sick of having this conversation over and over again with you."

"Bradley," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chanced a glance at Tracy, but she was simply scrolling on her phone now. And he could hear tears in your voice as you said, "Money isn't as important as you either."

"Exactly," he growled, holding you tight. "Fuck, Princess... don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. But if you want to press charges, if there's even a reason to press charges, I will gladly pay for Tracy. She's expensive as hell, because she's very good."

"That's right," Tracy murmured, still scrolling.

You pulled away from him and kissed his scarred cheek a few times before you said, "Can I think about it? I mean, Meredith was probably just acting like a petty bitch because she could."

"We can wait for a police report," Tracy supplied, setting down her phone. "And I can get more information about Meredith as well."

You nodded and looked up at Bradley. "That's what I want to do."

"Then that's what we'll do," he agreed right away.

"Tracy, do you know when I'll be able to replace the window? My landlord is threatening me with another month of rent."

She just snorted. "Send me a copy of your lease agreement. I'll make him cry."

When the three of you stood, Bradley could tell you seemed more relaxed, and he kissed the now dry tears from your cheek. "How much do I owe you for today?" Bradley asked Tracy as he took your bandaged hand in his.

"No worries. I'll bill you."

"Worth every cent," Bradley told you once again as you rode the elevator back down.

You had your head resting on his chest as you pulled out your phone, and he could see your screen as you said, "Dr. Kelly texted me. She told me to just take the rest of the afternoon for myself."

"Do you want to head home?" he asked as you tucked your phone away again.

"Yeah, I'll make us lunch."

"Perfect," he replied. "And then we can talk."

And you seemed fine on the way home, changing radio stations in the Bonco and talking about how you hoped Meredith would have to serve the full fifteen years she was being threatened with. Bradley didn't really give much of a fuck about Meredith as long as you felt safe and happy. As long as things went back to normal for the three of you.

But as soon as you walked into the kitchen, you seemed apprehensive once again. He watched you carefully get some butter and cheese out of the refrigerator, claiming you were in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich. But then you tossed everything onto the counter and spun to face him.

"I can't take it any more, okay?" You were nearly shouting at him, fists clenched at your sides. Your pretty face was all pinched like you were in pain.

"What?" Bradley asked, rushing to you. "What's wrong?" And then he saw one rogue tear streak down your cheek. Something was making you cry again, and he needed to know what it was.

"She's so many things that I know are horrible, but she's also so many things that I wish I could be... but I'm just not." You took a deep breath and reached up on your tiptoes to take something down from the top of the refrigerator. "I just want to know why it's here, okay?" you asked him, your hands shaking as you reached out with a blue USB drive on your bandaged palm. "Just don't lie to me about why you have this, Bradley. I know it's a few years old, but I just don't understand why you had it in the attic with Noah's baby clothes."

He took it in his own hand, and it seemed familiar. When he looked up and met your eyes, you were crying and trying to swipe the tears away. "I'm confused..."

You pointed at his laptop which was charging on the table, and said, "Just tell me the truth," as you sobbed.

Bradley opened the computer and tried to keep a wary eye on you at the same time. But as soon as he inserted the USB drive and the folder automatically opened up, he heard you softly say, "I can't," before you rushed out of the room.

He was still baffled as he tapped on the video thumbnail. And then he wanted to throw the computer across the room. His blood ran cold as he remembered making this video. The details were hazy, but when he heard himself tell Meredith that he loved her, he wrenched the drive back out of the laptop and heard it clatter across the floor as he ran after you.

"Princess!"

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Fix it now, Daddy!! You better fix it! I hope you enjoy your babysitter story @beyondthesefourwalls and thank you @mak-32

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bowsellie · 9 months

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we have chemistry

warnings: college!ellie x college!reader, stoner!ellie, chronically ill reader (not specific, just mentions of fatigue and a medical accommodation for a single room for plot reasons lol), weed usage (Ellie and reader), mild language, briefly proofread, no use of y/n minors dni! smut in 3rd section! top!ellie, some degradation, praise (reader called a good girl, pretty girl, etc., ellie told she's doing a good job), SO MUCH CONSENT WE <3 CONSENT, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), aftercare.

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You didn't want to be taking organic chemistry. Nobody in that class did--not even the chemistry majors. But as finals season rolled around, you found yourself spending extra time to make sure that it would at least be worth your while. Needless to say, not everybody shared the same drive.

As the clock hit 8:49am on the last class before the exam, everybody started shoving their laptops away despite the professor's continuing drone. To your right there was an extra loud snap! as the student beside you--an auburn-haired girl you'd never seen before--shut the screen with finality. You shot her a glare, gently closing your notebook as people began to trickle out.

"You're smart, right?"

You angled your face towards the sound, assuming somebody was having a side conversation close by. Instead, you found yourself face to face with striking green eyes leaning to reach your line of sight.

"Hi. Yeah, you. You're using an actual notebook and have all the fancy pens and shit, so...are you smart?"

Your eyebrows drew together slightly as you shrugged with one shoulder. "I try, I guess. Um...why?"

One corner of the girl's mouth picked up. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've literally never been to this class before. My grade sucks. But I really don't want to retake this shit. Do you think you could help me?"

You stared at her incredulously, mentally calculating the equation of audacity and arrogance it must take to expect a complete stranger to help despite a clear lack of effort.

You opened your mouth slightly to say some variation of hell fucking no, who do you think you are anyways?, maybe you should have considered that before skipping literally every other class meeting when she stuck out her hand. "I'm Ellie, by the way. I'll pay you for helping me." When you hesitated to shake it, she added a "please".

You rolled your eyes, shaking the girl--Ellie's--hand with slightly too much force. "Fine. Whatever. Give me your number." You slid your phone across the table, already open to the contacts app, and watched as she typed.

"You're a lifesaver! Thank you..." she asked, pausing for your name. You gave it. "Thank you."

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Getting back to your dorm and settling into bed for a nap, you briefly texted the number now in your phone as "Ellie" with the last name "Wehavechemistry".

hey

Almost immediately, three dots popped up.

hey there. do you like my contact? lmao

i mean, we do have chemistry together. so like...sure?

no no no. i meant like...we have chemistry. wink wink nudge nudge. and my last name starts with a w so it's funny. do you get it?

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it's funny.

yeah yeah sure. very funny. hahaha. anyways.

when did you want to come over? i'm free all weekend, and the final's monday. sooooo

oh shit

didn't realize the final was monday

ummmmmmmm how does tomorrow at 8pm work? do you have a roommate or something we need to accommodate for?

no, no roommate. tomorrow at 8pm works fine for me. see you then, ellie.

Turns out, texting with Ellie wasn't all that insufferable. She was friendlier than you expected, and every time you put your phone down to try and fall asleep you found your heart beating too fast at every notification to actually put it down.

Instead, you kept the conversation going until 8pm the next day rolled around, when instead of a text you got three loud raps at the door.

Opening it up, you saw Ellie in the same hoodie as yesterday. This time, her hair was slightly damp and she smelled like...old spice and something pungent and earthy. Did she shower already?

"Hey," you said, suddenly feeling awkward and over dressed in your jean shorts and crop top, hair still done from that afternoon. "You can come in."

Ellie grinned at you as she slid in the door. "We have a semester of schoolwork to cover. Hope you're prepared for a long night," she said.

"Trust me, I am. Did you bring anything?" You asked, looking for a bag as she climbed on to your bed.

"Nope. Not school stuff, anyways." Curious, you tossed your notebook towards her and watched as she pulled a pre-rolled joint and lighter from her hoodie pocket. "I'm assuming you don't smoke since you're like, a nerd, but do you mind if I do?"

You shook your head, dropping your jaw in false offense. "How lame do you think I am? Just because I actually go to class doesn't mean I'm a nerd."

Ellie shot you a disbelieving look, but handed you the joint anyways as you joined her on the bed. "Here, have the first hit. As a thank you for helping me out."

She lit it for you as you inhaled, passing her the weed and opening your notebook. "If this keeps you from retaining information that's not my fault. Just saying."

"Trust me, I'm so alert right now it's crazy. All of tonight is gonna be stuck in my memory for a while."

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The room gradually grew darker, lit only by your adjusting lamp and the last smoldering ashes of the joint as you reached halfway through the notebook.

You breathed heavily through your nose, looking at Ellie seriously. "It's so late. We're not going to finish this tonight."

As she looked up at you, you suddenly noticed how much closer you two had moved over the course of the night. Had your thighs been touching the whole time? Has her breath always been so close it's hitting your cheek? Why did she have to smell so good?

Your own breath caught in your throat as she leaned even closer to you, placing a hand so close to your leg you could feel the fabric of her sweatshirt against her bare thigh. Almost imperceptibly, her gaze flickered down to your chest, now rapidly rising and falling.

"How set do you think I am for this stupid final?" Ellie asked seriously, a rasp in her voice either from smoke or the lowered pitch.

"You picked up on everything really well, so at least the first half I think you'll do fine."

She grabbed your left hand in both of hers, causing your breath to catch again. Her eyes flickered down again, this time lingering longer. Following her gaze, you noticed the top of your bra peeking out.

"Sorry," you said, quickly adjusting your shirt to cover it as heat spread through your body.

"No, no, you're fine. Sorry for looking," she said. You looked at her face, watching as her eyes seemed to trace the shape of your shoulders and the line of your throat.

The air thickened with tension, but you found yourself not wanting Ellie to leave yet. "So, why did you take this class anyways? If you didn't want to go?"

Finally, she met your eyes. "I need a chemistry for my major. Astronomy. I thought I would like this one, but didn't realize it was a fucking 8am when I signed up. By the time I realized I wasn't going to make it up that early it was too late to drop." She shrugged. "What about you? Big chemistry fan?"

You snorted. "Not really, but I also needed a chemistry for my major. I like the 8ams, it lets me have afternoons free to sleep. That's why I don't have a roommate--medical accommodations for fatigue or whatever." She nodded along, genuinely listening.

"Well, hopefully I don't have to retake this class. Next time there probably won't be a pretty girl willing to help me out."

You smiled at her, breathing sharply out of your nose in a laugh. "We'll see what we can do."

A beat of silence washed over you before Ellie pointed towards the pride flag on your wall with her chin. "So...are you..." She began, causing you to laugh full out this time.

"Yeah. Obviously, I'd hope, but if you're feminine people tend to assume otherwise I guess." You smiled and looked at her. "Are you?"

Ellie placed a hand on her chest. "I'm hurt you had to ask. I've been trying to flirt with you since I got your number, babe."

Oh.

"Oh."

She leaned back a little. "I can cut it out, if you want. I couldn't tell if you were into it or not."

Without giving her time to continue doubting, you sprung forward and attached your lips to hers. Threading your fingers in her hair and breathing in as you pulled back.

"So...you are into it?"

"I'm a little dense, Ellie. Don't let the color-coded notes fool you. But yes. Now that I know...I'm into it."

She smiled at you with one side of her mouth again, this time leaning forward to kiss you first. Lips opening slightly, you felt her body around yours as her hands found the bed and pushed you on to your back.

Ellie pushed her tongue gently into your mouth, settling between your legs as they fell open. As you felt her weight between your hips, you groaned a little.

Whining a little as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut as Ellie threaded her fingers through the hair by your ear. "Is this supposed to be my payment?" you asked, leaning into her touch.

"Shut up," she said playfully, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it was more forceful, teeth bumping against teeth as your tongues chased each other. Too focused on the overwhelming sensation of Ellie's mouth on your own, you broke the kiss to moan in surprise when you felt her knee push against your core.

Using the opportunity to trail her mouth down your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck, Ellie asked "is this okay, baby?" between kisses. You nodded before remembering she couldn't see you, instead responding with a slightly choked "yes."

In response, her lips attached right behind your ear as her teeth sunk into you and she began to suck. You groaned, bucking your hips against her knee. Kindly, she began to push it back into you, laughing into your neck as you continued whimpering.

"What?" you asked. "Why are you laughing?"

Ellie pulled away from the spot she had been working into your collarbone, meeting your eyes. "You're just so pretty. Can't believe I have you falling apart for me and I've barely touched you."

Your mouth fell open at her words, groaning. Ellie's mouth found yours again, her hands reaching for your tits over your shirt. "Can't blame me for looking at these," she said between kisses, "You look so good in this shirt."

"Take it off, then," you said. You sounded braver than you felt, your stomach doing absolute flips as the girl over you quickly complied to reveal your lacy nude bra.

"I like this," she said softly. "I want it off, though. Is that okay, pretty?" You nodded. The bra was nothing special--just comfy and the right color. If Ellie liked it, though, it was now one of your favorites.

Her mouth moved down your chin and neck to attach to your left nipple, bringing a hand to your opposite hip as she sucked and licked lightly. Your hips continued to buck against her knee, which was now stationary as you essentially rode her thigh.

Chuckling a little, Ellie looked up at you and began unbuttoning your shorts. "Knew you'd be needy. What kind of thoughts are you hiding from me?" she asked, pulling off your bottoms and panties in one go when you lifted your hips to help.

You smiled a little watching her eyes attach themselves to the spot between your legs. "What can I say?" you said. "Maybe I'm a little slutty if the right girl has me under her."

This seemed to light something in Ellie, who watched your face as she brought your face down to your pussy. Close enough to feel her breath, her eyes gleamed as she moved away from your hips chasing her.

"Please," you asked, voice breaking. "Please, Ellie."

"Guess you are a slut, huh? Begging for me already." Whatever response you had was cut off by a screaming moan as her mouth attached itself to you, immediately lapping at your clit before interspersing it with longer licks. Your legs shut around her face as your hands grabbed into her hair, pulling a little as you noticed the groan she made at the pressure.

"That feels so good, Ellie." Her motions sped up at this, and you hurriedly repeated the phrase as she focused more attention on your clit. Feeling everything tighten, you wrapped your ankles around her back as your hips lifted almost completely off the bed. Still attached to you, Ellie fully moaned as you pulled her hair and came over her face.

Whimpering softly as she pulled away, you audibly groaned when she looked up at you and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "You did so good, baby. Do you have another one in you?"

You quickly nodded, feeling words escape you. All you wanted was for her to say you did good again.

Ellie leaned into you, placing her head into the crook of your neck as her fingers ghosted lightly over your hips, stomach, and thighs. Finally, you felt them dip into the pool of wet that had collected in your cunt. Spreading the mix of saliva, cum, and arousal up to your clit and around your hole, she slowly pushed a slender finger into you. Your back arched off the bed when she began pumping it in and out, chuckling against your neck.

"Such a pretty girl. You're doing so good," she whispered. Your moans grew louder at her words and she pushed another finger in. "Good girl," she breathed, kissing your neck and jaw as she worked into you.

"Ellie," you gasped. "Ellie, please."

"What, baby?"

"Please, Ellie, please. Wanna cum."

You felt her lips quirk up against your collarbone as she added a thumb to your clit and a curl to her fingers. Quicker than you'd ever been able to get there yourself, you felt the tightening of your gut. She swallowed your moans with a sloppy kiss, gently catching your bottom lip between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. She used her other hand to hold on to your hair at the scalp as you writhed, second orgasm shuddering through your body.

"Good girl," she said as she worked you through it. Sitting up, she wiped her fingers on your thighs before moving up up to let you rest your head on her chest. "You did so good, baby. My smart, pretty, good girl."

You whimpered a little, not prepared to speak just yet. Ellie seemed to understand and didn't push you, holding you and playing with your hair until you leaned back to smile at her.

"That was good. Thank you," you told her, leaning in for a kiss that tasted of your sweat and pussy.

Ellie broke away, moving the hand wrapped around your waist to grab something out of your back pocket. She placed it on your bare chest, tucking it between your tits.

"What do I look like, a prostitute?" you asked. "Much love to them, but..."

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "I mean, you fuck like a professional, but this is for helping me study."

You grabbed the bill and pushed it back into her pocket. "Save it for next time. We need to finish that notebook if you want to actually pass this class."

Ellie kissed the top of your head. "How does tomorrow work?"

A/N this is basically a self insert...my bad. tried to make it as inclusive to different readers as possible. let me know if there's anything I can improve on!! <3

#Ellie smut #Ellie williams smut #Ellie williams #Ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #Ellie williams x you #Ellie williams oneshot #stoner!ellie #college!ellie #she's astronomy major coded prove me wrong

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beeslibrarycorner · 3 months

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Imagine dating Oliver and Felix but there four years older and they think they know what’s best for you

A/N: I wrote more on the idea

They adore you, you give them purpose every day.

Felix has someone to coddle and Oliver had someone to adore everyday.

Here is all the details on what it would be like.

When your upset:

Felix likes to hold you and shush you and rock you when you’re upset. Holding you close as he reassures you that what you’re feeling is completely normal and that you should let it out.

Oliver on the other hand coos at you, brushing the tears away and pressing kisses to your damp cheeks. He tells you about all the different things he’s done to feel better when he’s extremely sad.

They bundle you up and keep you away from doing any work for the rest of the day. If they catch you trying to do anything during this special time they will carry you off and keep you where they can see you.

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If your in school and stressed:

Felix would definitely become your rock when everything becomes too much to handle, especially during exam season. He shows you different ways to get work done without experiencing burnout.

Oliver would help with whatever you become overwhelmed with from essays to math he’s there to support you. Sometimes you just need a hand to hold other times it’s a hug, whatever it is Oliver doesn’t mind.

The both of them insist on listening to all your written assignments and essays, telling you that they are so proud of you and smart you are.

“You’re such a clever girl darling, we are so proud of you.

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They like to make sure your dressed appropriately for the weather:

“As cute as you look that cropped shirt is not for the winter honey, you’re going to catch a cold” Felix says to you while walking to the closet.

“How about this one?” He holds up a chunky light pink sweater and Oliver who had just walked into the room gasped. “That would look so much better on you darling, you would be a lot warmer” he said.

“We don’t want you catching a nasty cold” he says walking towards you, Felix following right behind him. They helped you get redressed with Oliver taking the offending crop top off and Felix gently putting the sweater on.

“Now that’s much better” Felix said and Oliver pressed a kiss to your cheek and said, “now we can go out!”

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They set up a bedtime routine for you:

Oliver read somewhere that having a routine before bed helps the body relax before sleep. They become very insistent on sticking to the routine, no matter what you’re doing.

Writing an essay for class? You can finish it tomorrow with there help, it’s bath time.

You’re reading a book? The two of them can read to you when you get into bed.

You just don’t want to go to bed? Well that’s too bad, you’re getting carried off by one of them to start the routine.

Sometimes they say certain phrases to you to get you in the mindset that it’s bedtime:

“Let me help you get ready for bed”

“Let me help you wash your hair lovey”

“Let’s get all the make up off your face.”

“I got your pjs all set and ready to go darling”

“Let’s get some socks on your feet, it’s going to be cold tonight”

“It’s time for bed”

They love to tuck you into their sides and press kisses into your skin and watch you fall asleep.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn imagine #saltburn

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daenysx · 8 months

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could you do a drabble where reader is trying to study but aemond is distracting them? I long for needy attention seeking adorable aemond rn 😂

new crumbs from ewan made writing this really easy!! i just missed seeing aemond so much, thank you for this request!

send me your requests for drabbles

a kiss on your shoulder.

another kiss on the top of your head.

just when aemond leans in to kiss your other shoulder, you turn your face to him and his lips find your bottom lip with an instinctual movement.

"you really should let me study. what will happen if i fail my exam, hmm? do you think you can handle my tears?" you say, teasing him with a smile.

"i can handle your everything." he says, his lips press on your neck this time. "come on, take a break."

you exhale, pointing the papers in front of you. "aemond, i can't. i have to finish these by tomorrow morning to catch up with the schedule."

he looks defeated, hands in the air as if he surrenders. "fine. i'm just gonna stay on bed. you know, in case you'd like to give your poor boyfriend some attention."

you chuckle, he gives you smile. you know how he cares about your studies, he'd never do anything to interrupt them. aemond just misses you. for the past week he has only seen you in the mornings and in the middle of the night when you bury your tired body in his arms as you both fall asleep. this evening however, he came home from office earlier than usual only to find you at your table, studying.

he takes a few steps to go lay on the bed, grabs his book from his nightstand, and starts reading it. you turn to your papers but his presence makes you want to just give up and be with him. you look at his direction again. "okay, how about i just finish this one page when you're reading and then we can cuddle?"

he lifts his head, "sweetheart, you don't have to procrastinate your work for me. you know i was just teasing."

you nod, "yes, but i miss you. i can wake up earlier to finish the rest of it."

"i don't want you to lose sleep, you need to rest."

"i need you more." you smile. "just 5 minutes, wait for me."

he nods, knowing he can't convince you otherwise. he keeps reading with a smile on his face, lifts his head after finishing his page. you write something with quick fingers, your lip between your teeth, all determined to finish faster to be with him as soon as possible.

you drop the pen and leave your chair. you jump on bed, holding onto his waist as he keeps reading. "come on, take a break. your poor girlfriend needs some attention."

his smile reaches his ears and he leaves the book. you are on top of him, wrapped around his body like a koala instantly. he kisses you and it's as natural as breathing. his fingers wander on your body, settle down on your neck to hold you. he breaks the kiss when he feels you need a deep breath and he looks at your swollen lips with a proud expression.

"i missed you, aemond."

"i missed you more, sweet thing." he tucks your hair behind your ear. "missed you enough to beg for your attention."

you kiss his cheek. "you don't need to beg for my attention, you always have it. it was a busy week but it's nothing we can't handle."

"yes, sure, we're handling it. except that i've become a desperate man without seeing your face and turned aegon's life into hell. he can call you because of it, just ignore him."

your lips curl into a loving smile and you can't help it. you lean into him just to kiss him everywhere. his neck is first, his sharp jawline, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the skin between his eyebrows, and his forehead. your fingers curl in his platinum blonde hair, angling his head by pulling it lightly just because you know how much he likes the feeling on his scalp. your face gets closer to his lips but you don't kiss him. not yet, not until he says something.

"you should know better than teasing me like this, pretty girl. what should i offer you to kiss me, hmm?"

you hum, happy with the words he chooses. "how about a massage? yeah, i think i can do with that."

"kiss me, and i'll give you a massage for as long as you want. my pretty baby, just kiss me."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader

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gggukniverse · 9 months

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not tired | jjk

title: not tired

pairing: jungkook x female reader

rating/genre: fluff and smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook helps you sleep on a stressful night.

warnings: anxiety (pretty detailed description of an anxiety attack so pls read carefully), a lot of praising, oral (f. receiving), jungkook is really really sweet.

wordcount: 2.1k

note: okay hiii this is the first story i write here, pls be nice !! also english is not my first language so please excuse any grammar error. i hope you like the story !!!! <3

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this is ridiculous. you've been studying all day non-stop even though jungkook got mad at you for not resting and yet you're feeling as awake as ever. you can see it's already 3am on the digital clock on the nightstand and you don't feel not even a little bit of tiredness in your body.

you can hear jungkook's soft snores against your neck, his arm lazily thrown over your waist and his leg tangled with yours. he's obviously sleeping, he fell asleep almost as soon as you both got into bed, but it's been like 5 hours and you're still staring at the dark ceiling not knowing what to do to be able to fall asleep.

it's not the first time you have trouble falling asleep, but usually you didn't have any problem when jungkook was not working outside the city and could be with you. you know it's because of the stress you've been going through these past few weeks over your finals, you can literally feel the tension in your body, you can't relax because tomorrow you have the last exam of your last year of college.

oh my god, the last exam is tomorrow and you can't sleep. you'll need to feel awake tomorrow for everything to go well and you can't seem to rest. you're gonna fail, the exam is gonna go terribly because you can't sleep.

you suddenly start feeling out of breath, you need air. you need to breathe. walking towards the window seems like the best option now so, as much as you love having your boyfriend curled up to your side, you need to push him away. you start to do it as gently as you can, pulling his arm away from your body as your own arms start to shake with the anxiety building up in your body.

but he notices. his body twitches and he's suddenly opening his eyes, tilting his head a little to look at you.

god, you woke him up. he was resting for tomorrow. he also has a busy schedule tomorrow, that's why you both went to bed early tonight. now his sleep has been interrupted because of you. it's your fault.

you can literally feel your throat closing up, you can't take in any air. you can't breath and your whole body starts to feel numb.

"baby?" jungkook rasps, moving to stand on one elbow so he can see you better through the dark. the little light coming from the window lets you see his worried expression. "baby are you okay?" his eyes are barely open. he must be so tired.

your mouth opens for you to try and tell him you can't breath but your voice doesn't come out. you can't talk and you're starting to feel dizzy with the struggle of trying to breathe. the best you can do is reach for his arm with your hand.

you can see the realization in his face. it's just like a switch turns on inside his brain. jungkook quickly sits up and holds you by your arms to sit you up on the bed right in front of him.

"hey, look at me baby." his voice is calm but you can feel how he's trying is best not to freak out because he knows that's the last thing he should do when you're having an anxiety attack. "breathe with me, okay?" his hands are placed on your arms, softly caressing your skin. "just like how i do it." he takes in a big breath, his shoulders lifting up a little to emphasize the action.

you do your best to follow him but a sob escapes your throat when you can't take a breath because you're hiperventilating.

"slowly baby, you don't need to rush it." jungkook says as soon as he sees you struggling and you nod, closing your eyes for two seconds before looking at him again. "breathe with me." he takes another breath again and exhales, you start to follow, little by little. "so good baby, you're doing so good." he nods with a smile that already makes you feel so much better than breathing. "i'm here, okay? look at me and breathe." he takes a big breath again and you follow, your lungs starting to feel better and your body relaxing again.

when you close your eyes you can feel tears that you didn't even know you had rolling down your cheeks, but jungkook's fingers are quickly wiping them away.

"are you feeling better?" he asks and gives you as much time as you need to steady your breathing before opening your eyes and looking at him again. you nod but it's not enough for him. "words."

"yes." you finally say and he smiles, sighing in relief. "thank you.. so much, really."

"what happened?" he mutters and you suddenly feel so bad because he truly looks tired.

"i- i couldn't sleep, and i have to rest before the exam tomorrow, i'm gonna fail and-" as soon as you start rambling jungkook grabs you by your arms again and shakes you a little.

"baby breathe, okay?" his voice is so soft. you nod and take a few more deep breaths before speaking again, slowly this time.

"i've been trying to sleep for hours but i can't, i can't relax and i need to rest for tomorrow.."

"why didn't you wake me up before?" he pouts a little and you lower your face in embarrassment.

"because i didn't want to bother you, you shouldn't be awake right now." you mutter.

"hey, no no no.. don't worry about me." jungkook quickly replies and slides his hands down your arms to hold your hands. "what can i do for you to get sleepy?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know." your voice breaks and you try to play it off since your head is down and jungkook wouldn't be able to see the tears in your eyes. but he knows.

"come here." he lets go of your hands to open his arms.

a little smile appears on your face and you move to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck while he wraps his around your body, keeping you close.

"you're stressed, aren't you?" he mutters and you swallow, closing your eyes and trying not to start crying. "i know.. it's okay baby, you're doing so good." one of his hands starts rubbing your back up and down. "close your eyes."

"they're closed." your voice comes out shaky so he hugs you even tighter.

"do you want me to sing to you?" he says and leaves a sweet kiss on your neck.

"mhm." you nod.

"okay." you can hear his smile on his face and slowly starts to rock back and forth to calm you down.

as soon as he starts singing you can recognize the song. it's one of the songs he wrote for you a while ago. he sounds really tired but you find it impressing how he can still sound so good. his hands keep rubbing your back slowly, actually calming you down.

but by the time he finishes the song you're still awake.

"baby?" he whispers.

"still awake." you mutter and hear him sigh. "koo, you should sleep." your hand goes to his hair, tangling your fingers with it.

"not until you fall asleep." he hums and you chuckle a little.

"you almost fell asleep three times singing.

"i'm okay." the boy insists and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, lay down." he flips you two around to lay you down on the bed.

"what are you-" the words die on your throat when he suddenly puts his lips on yours.

he kisses you really slowly and your whole body relaxes once again, your legs going to wrap around his waist but he quickly pushes them down again, which earns a whine in protest from you.

"stay still." jungkook whispers as his kisses start going down to your neck.

"koo." a little moan escapes your mouth when he sucks a hickey on your neck.

"pretty." he mutters and goes up to your ear. "can i make you feel good, baby?" you shiver when you feel his breath against your ear. "just with my mouth, you only need to lay there." the little bite in your earlobe makes it for you.

you nod and immediately buck your hips up, making jungkook giggle. he helps you getting rid of your pajama shorts along with your panties and lifts your shirt just enough to place little kisses all over your stomach as he positions himself between your legs.

"so pretty.." he repeats and you put your hand on his hair, pushing it away from his face to be able to look at him while he bends one of your legs a little and puts it over his shoulder, starting to leave kisses on your inner thigh too. "close your eyes baby."

with a sigh you let your head fall back on the pillow and close your eyes.

"breathe, okay?" jungkook reminds you again before leaving another kiss on your inner thigh and you hum in response, taking a deep breath and letting it go.

although your breath hitches when you feel his fingers teasing your entrance, only when he starts running them through your folds you notice how embarrassingly wet you are.

"koo please." you whimper and hear a little chuckle from him.

"shhh.. stay quiet." the order only makes you feel hotter.

but you're definitely not quiet when you feel his tongue on you. a loud moan slips through your lips and you tug at his hair unvoluntarily.

"so sweet.." he hums and you tug even harder, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and squeezes. "relax baby." he says and gives your folds a wet kiss.

"sorry.." you whimper as you relax your hand.

"it's okay, you're so good for me."

the praise makes you melt and you let your body fall limp on the bed, trying not to twitch everytime he gives a suck to your clit.

he's slow, really slow to show you that he's doing this so you can relax. your body feelss numb by this point. he knows what he's doing, he knows better than anyone else how sleepy you get after an orgasm.

each time you moan he also hums in response, making the vibrations push you closer to the edge, and each time you buck your hips up he pushes them against the mattress again.

"koo.." a whine escapes your lips when you feel a finger prodding your entrance as his tongue circles your clit.

"can i?"

he said only mouth before but you can't say no when his finger starts being swallowed inside you so you just hum with a nod, whining when he easily slips another finger. you know you're still stretched from the morning before. yes, jungkook likes morning sex.

"fuck..." you sigh when he starts slowly moving his fingers in and out. "mhh.. so good.

the chuckle he lets out makes you clench around his fingers, he takes the opportunity to curl them inside and you cry out his name as your legs twitch from the pleasure.

"there?" he asks as he curls his fingers the same way again, the tips brushing against your sweet spot.

"yes." you moan and bite your lip to try to hide embarrasing sounds.

"like that, baby?" he keeps moving his fingers in the perfect way and gives your clit a little suck right after asking.

"koo.. fuck." your back arches inevitably and your hand tugs at his hair again. "don't stop... please..."

he doesn't stop, he keeps doing exactly what you need and soon after you're clenching around his fingers with a loud moan and trembling legs.

"so good." jungkook praises as he lets you ride your orgasm on his fingers and kisses your clit one last time. "such a good girl."

"koo..." you try to catch your breath and reach out to him with your hand. "come here." you beg and he's quickly hovering on top of you again.

"how are you feeling baby?" he asks and gives you a sweet kiss. you don't care that he tastes like you, you lick his lower lip.

"mhh... tired." you giggle against his lips and he smiles.

"good."

"i feel a little sticky, though." you mutter, making him chuckle.

"wait a second," he gives your lips a last peck. "i'll be back." he gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of the room.

but you don't remember him coming back. you've already fallen asleep.

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A/N: aaaaaahhhh i hope u liked this little story !!! feel free to tell me your thoughts, it would be nice to see a little feedback, it would help me get motivated to keep writing <3 thank u so much for reading. have a nice day 💕

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Secrets

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend has been gone a lot lately. and you know he’s keeping secrets from you, you just don’t know what, until it’s too late.

warnings: toxicity, obsession, yandere, manipulation, implied murder, stalking, , kidnapping, psychotic behavior, ethan being delusional, drugging, possessiveness, toxic relationship, naïve!reader etc…

one of my darker fics, hope you enjoy!

You probably should go to bed as it was Midnight and you stayed awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling. But you just couldn’t. You were thinking of your boyfriend. You missed him so much. Mostly because you really didn't spend much time together lately.

He had usually been busy, you didn't feel insecure, you definifely trusted him, but you knew he was hiding something. Something malicious.

You toss and turn, struggling to sleep. then your phone beeps. Someone messaged you. Probobly your friends about Ghostface, who returned.

You probably should've stayed with your friends tonight. However, Living on your own was easy. But you hoped you would eventually become serious enough with Ethan that you'd move in together.

You sigh, getting up and going in your kitchen, making yourself hot cocoa, sipping your drink when you stand by your counter. "So good, You moaned, getting marshmallow on your face.

Hopefully drinking this would make you more tired. Or, forget about your boyfriend for now so you could sleep. Even if in your mind You doubted if he really loved you. Okay, you really were insecure. But not if he was cheating on you, just whether or not he really loved you.

You finish your drink. Your place was dark with no lights on. Weirdly, this comforted you more than terrifying you. "Fuck it, I need sleep, You cuss, going in your room. You had University tomorrow.

Luckily, No exams for some time. But still. Sleep would benefit you. So you hop right back in bed, closing your door. Because you were sure someone was stalking you. You check your messages. You should've responded earlier since they were from Ethan.

I'm sorry for not spending much time with you, Y/n, Studies have been bothering me. I promise I'll make it up to you.

Hey, No worries, I completely understand. I love you.

You quickly turn your phone off for some sleep. Somehow, You do fall asleep. But wake up early anyway. 3 AM. You get up, before feeling like someone was in your apartment.

You hoped the person would be your friends or Ethan. "Um, is someone here? You murmur. You tried hiding your fear well. Which you were until someone wraps their arms around your waist. You yelp.

"Relax, Y/N, A familiar voice said. You sigh of relief. "Ethan." "Mhm, He replied."I feel bad for not spending some time with you." Something ringed in your mind. You never told him where you lived.

"Hold on... You said, stepping back from him." I didn't ever share my address." "Chad told me, Ethan chuckled nervously. You believed him. "Fucking Chad."

It sounded weird you never told your own boyfriend where you lived, but you knew Chad longer. Plus, You planned on telling him where you lived when you became more serious, in case you planned on hanging out anywhere but his place.

"Yeah, He said. You didn't see how he looked. You didn't know how sinister he really was. You hug him."I seriously missed you. But I assumed you were busy."

"I finished my homework and other things, He explained. You nod." Okay, well, I'll turn the lights on." "It's okay, I'm leaving anyway, Ethan replies.

You nod. "Well, I love you." "I love you too, Ethan responded, quickly kissing you before leaving. You had no clue on what would eventually happen.

When you were up and ready, You left your apartment, meeting up with your friends before school. "hey, what happened? You ask, seeing sadness on everyone's faces.

"Anika died, Mindy frowned."I believe your boyfriend killed her." "For the last time, I was at Econ! Ethan defended himself. You looked confused, but said nothing. Perhaps he was there before he came to see you.

“Mhm, Mindy said, not believing him at all. “I believe you, You assure your boyfriend though deep down you didn’t believe him either. Not entirely anyways. But you felt bad.

You should trust your boyfriend, he’d never lie or keep secrets from you. He smiles. "Thanks, Y/n." You nodded, placing your hand over his.

Your warm gesture made him feel better. Mostly you, knowing he would never hide anything from you. You stayed with your friends so you could comfort them. Especially since Mindy lost her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Mindy, You say, hugging her. "She shouldfve lived, Mindy frowned. "No offense, Y/N, but Ethan is suspicious." "I understand, You softly smile.

Mindy shyly smiles. You were beginning to suspect your own boyfriend too. You felt awful for accusing Ethan, but circumstances proved otherwise.

"You should sleep over here tonight, Tara suggests. You nodded. You received a message from Ethan, you asked him where he had gone. Mindy looked over your shoulder, "You're really believing his lies?"

"Huh? What do you mean? You say. Mindy rolled her eyes. "He is obviously Ghostface. Obviously manipulating you." "Mindy, We don't know for sure, Chad defended Ethan.

You frown, rethinking everything. Was he really manipulating you? Mindy was clever enough, so you did believe her words. "I... she could be right, You blurted. Everyone looked at you in shock.

"Y/n! Tara said. "You seriously believe Mindy?" "Yeah, because I'm not wrong, Mindy said, grief consuming her. "Look, Evidence is there. think about it." Everyone stopped speaking, thinking things over, including you.

Guilt eating you up inside. But your logical side was telling you to run, convincing you Mindy was right. You couldn't convince yourself your own boyfriend is innocent. any evidence Mindy had was pure circumstantial.

Still, You loved Ethan. You couldn't believe he would ever kill anybody. He was so sweet. Even if he recently had been distant, which didn't mean he was guilty by any means.

But he did make you suspicious. You noticed how he was still gone. What was Ethan doing? You spammed messages, which sounded clingy, but you were worried, plus suspicious.

Finally, He messaged you. He didn't seem bothered by your spam, in fact, maybe happy you spammed him. He was on his way from wherever. Still didn't specify.

“I got here as soon as I could! Ethan exclaimed. Mindy eyed him suspiciously since he was her number one suspect.

“Don’t do shit, Mindy, Chad warned. “I’m so sorry, I just had so much to do, Ethan said, wrapping his arms around your waist affectionately.

“Ah yes, under purely coincidental circumstances you finally show up, Mindy said sarcastically. Ethan frowned.”I swear. I’ve just been focusing on actually passing in College.”

“I believe you, You assure him. "And you should too, Mindy. speaking of which, can I speak to you in private?” Mindy nods. You escape your boyfriend’s grip as he gives you an understanding look.

You pull her aside.”I… believe you, Mindy.” “Shit, really? She said.”I told you he’s suspicious. I wouldn’t be completely off guard around him.”

“I know, it’s just he’s keeping many secrets lately and I think being the killer is one of them, you whisper. You felt relieved you could confide in someone who shared your suspicions.

Mindy sighed."And you just ignored the red flags?" "Um, I guess so, You reply. She frowned. "You must really love him." You nodded, kind of embarrassed for being so dumb.

"I understand but you should distance yourself for now, Mindy suggests. You nodded. In case he was a killer, who planned on killing you.

You did feel remorse when he looked pretty sad but you knew, you couldn't be around him. For your safety. You had never been scared of him before, but everything had been odd. If he didn't keep secrets from you, You wouldn't be suspicious.

"Y/n, Could I please talk to you? Ethan asked, knowing Mindy was no longer by your side. "Fine, You reply, more sympathy in your voice than you hoped.

"Look, You seem so suspicious and paranoid, He begins. "and I'm sorry I've been distant. I promise, I'm not keeping anything from you. I love you, why would I purposefully hurt you?"

You rethink everything. If you weren't so naïve and blinded by your love for him, You would've refused to believe him. But you couldn't hold back much. You hug him. "I believe you. I'm sorry... for being suspicious."

He smiles."I forgive you." You would quickly regret believing him later on. You did sleep over but in the morning, You were comfortable enough you could go home.

You shouldn't have walked by yourself, but you did. However, You could feel yourself being followed. Someone was definitely stalking you.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid, You murmur nervously. But the loud footsteps behind you proved your worries. But when they grew closer, You sped walked, not running when you didn't know for sure. You were so close.

Suddenly, You stopped. You could keep on walking, or take the short cut through the alley where your place was. However, You couldn't even choose because something hit your neck, like a needle, and you blacked out.

When You woke up, You tried moving but your wrists were bound. You squirmed. "Keep trying, You won't move, Someone spoke. You quickly were filled with dread when you recognized the voice.

"No, You whimper, before he comes into view. Your own boyfriend, Ethan kidnapped you. In one hand, held his knife, his other hand holding his mask.

"You were Ghostface, You said, looking down. His knife had blood on it. Which could only mean he murdered more people. His wide grin said everything you needed to know. He enjoyed killing people. "For us, Y/N, He replies.

You quickly remembered when he broke into your apartment. You believed him, but now you realized he didn't want you to see him in the Ghostface Costume. He had been following you, hence why he knew where you lived.

"For us? You repeat. He nods, caressing your face."I did this all for us, for you." You wished he was being truthful. But you could see right through his manipulative ways. Well, You tried to.

"You're all mine, I'll kill anyone who touches you."

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euphoricimagination · 1 year

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Falling asleep on them

Kenma

You were hanging out in Kenma’s place after his practice was over, something typical between the two of you. Kenma wasn’t a fan of going out, and while he did some exceptions for you – like going to the cinema or a cat café – he much rather stay inside. Not like you minded really, your relationship was super chill and you liked being with him.

Sometimes you two play together; sometimes he plays while you watch, always explaining the lore of the game; sometimes you two sit there doing homework together; and sometimes, like today, you were hugging him by the waist, cuddling him while he plays on his console lazily.

“Babe look, the monster that I told you appeared” he says enthusiastically looking at the screen. He was explaining you the game just a few minutes ago, about how rare one of the monsters was. However, he only received silence, unusual from you. Even if you didn’t care about the game, you always responded “Babe?”

He looks down to his chest where he found, in his opinion, the most beautiful sight ever. You squishing your cheek on his chest with a soft smile, stirring slightly when you heard his voice. His eyes went wide before lowly shushing you back to sleep, not wanting to wake you up.

He quickly turn his console volume down, staying completely still while questioning what to do. Should he wake you up? No, that wasn’t a good idea, it was 21:46 and you were tired, definitely not because he loves the sight, not at all. So he did the only logical thing, the thing that he would do only for you.

He turn off his console before shooting a text to your mom saying that you would stay with him. After that was done, he slowly move the both of you, ending up with him lying down in his bed with you cuddling even closer to him.

“Goodnight babe” says kissing your temple, turning his light off before hugging you back. He could use a good night of sleep anyway.

Atsumu

Being Inarizaki’s manager and Atsumu girlfriend was definitely exhausting, but everything was worthy at the end.

Today was a particularly long day, you had to wake up extra early to have a talk with the coach, two exams and now the guys practice was running longer than expected.

You were sitting in the gym floor when they decided to take a break, it was past the time they usually finish but none of them seem to care. Atsumu immediately comes to your side when they had a small break, seeing your tired self

“Are ya okay angel? Ya have been awfully down today” he says sitting down next to you

“You noticed?”

“Of course I did, I’m yer boyfriend. What happened? Are ya tired?” you nod sleepily, closing your eyes while lying on his shoulder.

His eyes widen a little at the sudden movement. He was used to affection, he was always hugging you whenever he could, but usually it was him initiating skin ship. He pass his arm through your shoulders, pulling closer to his chest to hug you tightly.

He lets you accommodate yourself in his chest, which you gladly do despite the sweat, at this point you were used to it. He feels your breath even out, so he kisses the top of your head in hopes you can relax more.

He can’t help the feeling of proudness that starts rising in his chest. The fact that you feel so safe to fall asleep on him makes his shoulders rise to the sky; nobody has trusted him this much before.

“Atsumu, go back to pra-”

“Shh, coach, my baby sleeping” he interrupts him, right now he doesn’t even want to go back to practice “can I practice tomorrow? I don’t want to wake her up”

“…Sure” says the coach taken aback.

Miya Atsumu has never denied practice, but for you, he will do anything.

Akaashi

These past few days have been hectic to say the least, between helping around your own club, cheering your boyfriend in his practices, and of course, your classes. In fact, all of your classes were getting harder that your stress was going to the roof.

Right now you were sitting in the grass of the Fukurodani gardens next to your boyfriend. His practice was pushed until later, so he decided to help you out studying to spend some time with you.

After a few minutes you began to get fidgety, and Akaashi being Akaashi, noticed right away.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. It has been a long few weeks”

“In that case let’s stop. Come here” with that he took your things away from you and slightly pull you towards his lap. You don’t try to fight him, you know that you have not chance of winning when he set his mind on something. Also, you get to lay in his lap, which doesn’t happen that often.

You soon find yourself relaxing in his legs, his hand running through your hair helping you immensely.

Akaashi’s plan was to let you relax for a few minutes, but he didn’t really expect you to fall asleep there; he didn’t knew you were that tired, if so he would have force you to sleep a lot earlier. He looks down to you, noticing how you were hugging his leg tightly with a relax smile on. He can’t help to smile at seeing you before looking at his watch; he has a few more minutes before going to practice, he supposes he can let you relax. He leans down, pressing a light kiss in your forehead

“Sleep tight love”

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stylesloveclub · 1 year

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Pleasing (stressed blurb)

In which y/n is really stressed with school, and Harry just wants to take care of her.

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Y/n has a lot of work to do today.

She still hasn’t finished her reading for her sociology class, nor has she finished writing that lab report that’s due next week. There’s a physics midterm coming up soon that she hasn’t studied for yet at all, and she reminds herself to finish that practice test her prof posted during their lecture today.

If she’s lucky, she’ll have some time to work on her lab report tonight, and then she can do the sociology reading before she falls asleep… or maybe she should do the sociology reading first, just in case they have a quiz on it in lecture tomorrow. Oh gosh, and she can’t forget that she has a shift at the restaurant tomorrow night too…

“Baby?” She snaps out of her thoughts. Harry stands at the food of the bed, his condom wrapped cock bobbing up and down in the air. She suddenly remembers that she’s naked, in his bed, waiting for him to grab a condom so that they could fuck. “Y’with me?” he asks.

“Yeah, sorry.” She’s been fading in and out on him all night, so stressed and caught up in her school work that she could barely focus on the time they were spending with each other. He’d just spent 30 minutes eating her out to no avail, sucking and licking her clit with the kind of fervor that would usually have her writhing on the bed and cumming in less than 10 minutes.

But tonight… she’s just distracted. So when his jaw was too sore to keep going and she still hadn’t cum, he got up to get a condom on so that maybe he could fuck an orgasm out of her.

He shakes his head, climbing into the bed next to her. “Don’t wanna do this if you’re not in the mood,” he whispers, kissing her cheek softly.

“No, I do…” she whimpers, looking up at him with big eyes. “Was just thinking about school, m’sorry.”

“You’ve been working so hard baby, you need to relax.” His nose nudges her cheek softly, his soft breathing tickling her skin. “Need to stop worrying or else you’ll burn yourself out.”

“I know, you’re right,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m already so tired and I’m not even halfway through the semester.”

“That’s why you need a break,” he murmurs. “Can’t do all this studying if you’re running on four hours of sleep…”

She pouts up at him as his large hands skim over her stomach. “But I haven’t finished–”

“Hey,” he shushes her. “You haven’t got any exams tomorrow, right? No huge assignment due?” She shakes her head no. “Then stop worrying. You’ve got all weekend to catch up on your homework, just relax with me right now.”

Finally, he feels her relax into the bed, her tense shoulders falling and her eyes delicately fluttering shut. “Okay,” she whispers, “okay, yeah. I can finish it tomorrow.”

“Good girl,” he hums, lips skimming her throat. His warm palms raise goosebumps on her skin as he brushes over her hips, rearranging himself so that he’s on top of her. “Gonna let daddy take care of you now?”

She nods as he presses soft, wet kisses down her shoulders.

“Gonna relax and let me make you feel good?” he murmurs with his soft drawl, kissing down her tummy and over her hips.

She shuffles around in his expensive sheets, letting herself sink into his luxury memory foam mattress. “Please.”

His finger teases at her slit, testing if she’s ready for him. Her entire body shivers at the contact, hips twitching when his cool finger slips into her warm, wet center. She clenches down around him, and lets herself forget about all her assignments and exams. All she needs to focus on now is Harry… let him take care of her the way she’s been craving.

It’s not easy, being a college girl. She’s been running herself thin for the past few weeks, barely giving herself a break. Her days are spent cooped up in the library, studying and doing stupid physics problems, and her nights are spent at the restaurant, trying to make enough money to pay for her rent. Whenever she can spare time, she goes home with Harry so that they could have their romantic, quality time… but it’s midterm season, and she hasn’t been able to see him that much recently.

She always feels guilty, going over to his penthouse after one of her shifts, when she could be at home finishing up her lab reports. Or, whenever she sleeps over and spends an extra thirty minutes cuddling in bed with him, she can’t help the voice in her head that nags her to get up and get to school extra early so that she can do some physics homework in the library before her lecture. Her classes are hard this semester, and she’s really been struggling to keep herself afloat, especially with all the time she has to spend working in order to pay her bills.

So, she’s been isolating herself from him. Telling him that she can’t go over that night because she needs to study (he always insists that she let him drive her home, though), and refusing when he offers to come over and cook for her. She’s a big girl, she needs to be able to take care of herself! She refuses to let herself depend on a MAN.

But… it’s a lot. At the end of the day, she’s just a girl. She’s tired and burnt out and sometimes… all she wants is to let go and be taken care of. She misses being a little girl with no worries, eating her mom’s homemade meals and reading all the books in the Magic Treehouse series. She misses the time when she didn’t have to worry about paying her water bills, or calculating the force of a stupid spring.

She’s spent so much time trying to handle all of her stress by herself, but now… now, she has Harry.

It feels really nice when he dotes on her, she has to admit. When he texts her throughout the day, asking for updates about her schoolwork, or reminding her to eat before she comes into work. It makes her feel cared for, like she’s not alone.

And she craves physical touch so badly. It’s like she needs it to survive. Depriving herself of Harry’s touch, of his kisses and cuddles and even the simple act of holding his hand – it’s been making her feel off. That (mixed with how daylight savings makes her get so depressed during the winter months)... it’s been sending her on a downward spiral.

She’s hanging on by a thread… so maybe letting go, and letting Harry take care of her would do her some good.

He sucks on her neck, warm tongue poking out to lick a mark on her throat. It feels nice, a fuzzy feeling bubbling in her chest as he pulls her skin between his teeth, then presses a gentle kiss to the bruised mark. Her heart flutters as he takes care of her, each of her worries floating away with each kiss he presses down her neck.

She loves the way his hands feel on her, so big and manly, yet touching her so gently… it makes her feel small and fragile, like a delicate glass doll that he fawns over and protects. His strong biceps bulge next to her head as he braces himself above her, the broad expanse of his shoulders hovering over her and shielding her from the troubles of the world. She traces her hand over his chest in a trance, feeling the hardness of his chest, the ridges of his prominent six pack.

He is… so hot, it’s actually unbearable. Her head spins a little bit at how strong and large the man above her is, and a gooey feeling bubbles in her tummy when she remembers that he’s all hers.

“My poor baby,” he murmurs softly into her ear, “you’re too pretty to be this stressed.” She tilts her head towards him, a silent plea for a kiss. His lips skim her cheek, puckering in slow, sultry pecks. “Deserve to relax, be treated like a princess,” he continues to whisper, a slew of sweet words and praises filtering through the small space between them.

His words get to her head, helping her detach from reality just a bit more. He’s right, she does deserve a break! She does deserve to let her hot and rich boyfriend take care of her! Fuck physics!

He kisses her cheek one more time and lines his cock up with her center, nudging himself in slowly. A happy sigh leaves her lips as he slides into her, stretching her so nicely and filling the empty pit that had been forming in her tummy. This is what she needed. Not an extra hour in the library, or some useless review session. She needed Harry… needed him to clear her mind, kiss her cheeks, and stuff her full of his cock.

“How is it, puppy?” he coos, looking down at her fondly. “Feels nice?”

“So nice,” she sighs. Her arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck. She looks up at him with her soft eyes, half-lidded and filled with a dreamy haze. He gazes down at her softly, green eyes glimmering prettily with an adoring glint as he sees how soft and gooey she’s turning now that she’s filled with him.

Her body has gone completely pliant, her once tense shoulders now loosened and her furrowed brow relaxed. Her limbs wrap around him like a koala bear clinging onto a bamboo tree, hugging him close as he rocks into her softly. And her cheeks have this warm glow to them, matching the glowing sunshine aura that he always sees around her. He can tell that there’s not one stressed out thought floating around in her brain anymore, and that she’s falling into her soft, dreamy state.

A sweet moan leaves her lips. “Daddy,” she whimpers, pressing her fingers into the broad of his shoulders. She just wants to be close to him, feeling him all over.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.” His thrusts are steady and deep, pumping into her softly at a gentle pace that won’t overwhelm her, but still reaches deep enough to stimulate her. “Needed this, didn’t you? Needed daddy’s cock to help you feel better?” His palm cups her jaw, thumb rubbing over the apple of her cheek. She nods like a puppy, a small pout on her lips.

Sweet sighs fill the space between them, quiet whimpers falling from her lips that she tries to contain. Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip, chewing on it so it’s red and swollen and slick with her spit. Harry can’t help himself from leaning down and sucking it into his mouth, kissing her sweetly. She keens upwards, loving it when he kisses her. His soft stubble scratches against her lips so nicely, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Warm lips slick over each other continuously, a gentle pattern of tangling and untangling as he fucks her slowly. His teeth capture her bottom lip in a delicate teasing bite, one to just make her tilt her head upwards and closer to him.

His lips make her lightheaded, kissing her until she’s breathless and whimpering into his mouth. Even though she’s running out of breath, though, she whines when he pulls away, pouting up at him with her puppy eyes. “Kiss,” she whimpers, her voice high pitched and watery.

“Need to catch your breath, puppy,” he warns, but she whines again.

“Please daddy,” her voice cracks around the plea, “kiss me.”

He gives in, of course. His sweet girl, more precious to him than anything in the world, begging for a kiss – it breaks his heart to see her eyes so sad. So he kisses her lips again, gently, pulling away every few seconds so that she doesn’t go breathless again. And once she’s calmed down, no longer fussy about not having his lips against hers, he moves to kissing all over her face. Down her jawline and over her cheeks, soft kisses that tickle her skin and make her smile sweetly.

It had been hard, seeing her wearing herself so thin. He could see it – saw the bags under her eyes from all the late nights she had, and how her normal glowing aura had gone dull from not taking care of herself. He did his best to look out for her, always offering to cook something for her, texting her and checking in on her, and giving her all the support he could… but it was hard when she tried so hard to be independent. He admired her for it, of course! She was a strong, independent young woman. So smart and mature, always working so hard.

But… he cares for her so much. It means the world to him when she lets him care for her, baby her a little bit. He wants to wake her up to breakfast in bed, take her shopping and buy all the expensive things that she’s always fawning over on pinterest. Wants to cuddle her to sleep, play with her hair the way that he knows she loves, trace over her back in soft circles until she’s dozing off on his chest.

Those moments when she just relaxes and lets him take care of her… that’s when he feels he can fully prove to her how much she means to him.

Pumping himself into her, he feels himself getting closer and closer to his end. He wants her to finish first though (he’d rather die than not make her cum), so he brings a hand down and starts rubbing her clit gently.

The more time that they’ve been together, the better he’s learned her body. So it doesn’t surprise him when she flutters around his cock as soon as his fingers meet her pretty clit. The shock of his cool fingers sends electricity up her spine, and she arches her back. Her soft tummy brushes against his hard abdomen, and she involuntarily clenches around him.

“That’s it baby,” he praises, “y’getting close?”

She nods eagerly, breathing picking up and her heart beating fast in her chest. She tries to keep her eyes open so that she can look at Harry, stare into his pretty eyes as he fucks her so nicely, but the feeling of her incoming orgasm is so overwhelming. Her lashes flutter shut and her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Daddy,” she babbles, “feels so good daddy.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, grunting into her ear softly as he keeps his composure together. “Gonna cum?” “Yes, please,” she whines, “wanna cum.”

“Go on then, cum for me baby.” His fingers work her clit faster, in tight little circles that he knows will make her cum, and he buries his face in her neck, lips skimming a special spot right below her ear where she’s super sensitive. When her orgasm hits and her pussy starts gripping his cock even harder, he bites down, choking down his own moans and focusing on thrusting deep inside of her, his cockhead pressing against her g-spot every time he presses his hips down.

“O-Oh,” she cries, hips jutting as she lets go. Her cheeks go warm and a ringing starts in her ears, that familiar feeling exploding in her core and spreading into her bloodstream. Her fingers go numb and her chest tingles, and she thanks god that she has Harry to make her cum. The orgasms she used to have with her fingers are so bleak and sad compared to how Harry makes her feel.

With an arched back she cries out sweet moans of “daddy,” Harry still thrusting into her so that she gets the most of her orgasm. Only when she finally goes limp, arms falling to her sides as if they’re made of jello, does he start to slow down. Her hands shake at her sides with the remnants of her orgasm, legs twitching every once in a while from how hard she came. He stops fully inside of her, despite how hard he and desperate he is for release, and he brushes his hands over her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes and gently petting her cheekbones.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, “so pretty when you cum for daddy.” She looks up at him with soft eyes, dazed in a post-orgasmic haze. Her brain feels gooey and all she can think about is how much she loves Harry. “Prettiest girl in the world, did y’know that?”

His words float around on heart shaped clouds in her head, filled with nothing but rainbows and fluffy thoughts. She leans into his touch, and when his thumb traces over her bottom lip, she eagerly opens it and sucks his thumb into her mouth. It nearly catches him by surprise, how willingly she takes his finger into his mouth and starts sucking on it for comfort - but with how dreamy her eyes are, he supposes he should’ve expected her to be feeling especially soft and vulnerable.

Her pussy is so warm and wet, encasing him perfectly, and he shivers at how achingly hard he is, sitting still inside of her. He thinks he should just pull out, go wank himself off in the bathroom and come back to comfort her… but then y/n looks up at him with the cutest look in her eyes. “Did you cum?”

He smiles, “Not yet baby, but s’okay. Want to take care of you first.” He starts sliding himself out, hissing at how her pussy practically sucks him in, almost in protest of him leaving.

“Nooo, please,” she whines, “Want you to cum daddy.”

“Y’so sensitive baby, don’t you wanna clean up instead?”

She shakes her head, furrow in her brow. “Inside please.”

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he takes a sharp breath, “y’want me to cum inside you, puppy?” She nods her head.

With a deep breath, he starts thrusting himself back into her plushy heat, surrounded by her slickness. This time he doesn’t use as much self control, letting himself revel in how amazing she feels wrapped around his cock. He swears she was made for him – her perfect body, soft and beautiful. Pretty tits that he loves to suck on, her cute tummy and soft hands. Her lips, heart shaped and candy flavored, and her eyes, filled with stars that he wants to gaze at forever. It doesn’t take long at all, before he’s pressing his hips firmly against hers in one final thrust and cums.

“Good girl,” he grunts, kissing her cheek repeatedly as he spurts into the condom. His arms shake as he holds himself up, and his breathing falters in his chest. When he feels her soft fingers gently skim his back, he looks up at her. She smiles down at him with that pretty smile of hers, and he feels his heart explode.

“Thank you baby,” he whispers into the delicate bubble of intimacy surrounding them, “you were so good for me, so proud.”

He pulls himself out, and though she pouts sadly, she lies there and waits patiently for him to run and discard the condom. She expects him to run right back, maybe with a towel in hand to clean her up, but then she hears him start filling up the tub. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and contemplates getting out of bed to see what he’s up to, but he comes running out before she can move a muscle.

His hair sticks messily in all sorts of directions, so he pushes it out of his face and ties it back with a tiny little clip that she recognizes as one of her own. Standing at the edge of the bed, she thinks he looks adorable, with his flushed face and floppy curls. “Want a bath?” he asks. She nods with a glowing heart – it’s like he read her mind! She loves baths after sex!

He picks her up bridal style and carries her into the bathroom, kissing her cheek and making her giggle in his arms on the way there. When he sits her gently into the tub, she can tell that he’s saturated the water with her favorite bath oil, a relaxing persian rose scent that she had once offhandedly mentioned to him (she doesn’t have a bathtub in her shitty college apartment, so Harry went out of his way to get all her favorite bath products to have in his penthouse so that she could take a nice bath whenever she wanted).

He grabs another hair clip from her little stash that she keeps in his top right drawer, and twists her hair up for her so that it doesn’t get wet and bother her while they’re soaking together. And, before he finally hops in behind her, he runs to the living room to grab her hydroflask from her backpack, so that she can rehydrate and won’t get lightheaded in the steamy bathroom.

Stepping into the bath with his long and lanky limbs is always awkward, and he would never take one for his own enjoyment. But ever since y/n came into his life, he’s gained a newfound appreciation for bath time. It’s a soft and serene place, quiet and peaceful with no need for conversation. They have some of their most intimate and vulnerable moments here in this very tub. Sitting bare with each other, without any wild passion or desperate need to ravage the other. Just… peaceful love.

Whenever he’s in his bathroom now, he’s reminded of her. The rose scented bath products that crowd the edges of his tub, the hair clips that clutter his once barren drawer, the pink handled toothbrush that sits next to his… they’re all reminders of her.

Y/n leans back on his chest, sinking herself into the water and closing her eyes, while Harry’s hands lay on her stomach in an almost protective manner. Her breathing is steady, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Harry takes this time to admire his pretty girlfriend, her heart shaped lips and cherub cheeks. Her after sex glow makes her look like even more of an angel, he thinks, especially with how soft and relaxed she is in this moment. He rubs his thumb in small little circles on her stomach, and she twitches gently at his touch, eyelids fluttering and her abdomen jumping.

“Stop,” she whines softly. “It tickles.”

A soft grin dimples his cheek, and he stills his thumb. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes gently. Another sweet kiss to her cheek makes her smile.

She opens her eyes and looks around the bathroom momentarily. Harry, so attentive to all her needs, knows exactly what she’s searching for. He grabs her water bottle and flips the straw up, holding it up to her lips. She takes a few sips, the water cooling her down and clearing her head from how lightheaded the steamy bathroom was making her. “Thanks,” she murmurs, laying back down on his chest.

He kisses the back of her head, probably the hundredth kiss he’s given her that night.

When she’s done soaking, Harry’s quick to hop out and wrap a towel around his waist, before grabbing the larger, fluffier towel and holding it out for her. She stands up and lets the water drip off for a sec, before stepping out and letting Harry wrap it around her shoulders. While she dries herself off, he picks out one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants for her to wear. They swallow her whole, the t-shirt big on her shoulders and the sweatpants pooling around her ankles.

With a pair of sweatpants on himself, he coaxes her into bed with him, letting her snuggle into his side with her cheek nestled on his bare chest. His hands rest on her back and hold her close, and she falls asleep within minutes. He stays awake a little bit longer, though, planning what he’s gonna cook for her for breakfast tomorrow.

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