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xxblairexxss · 8 months

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Ashamed

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst, fluff

Word count : 6.7k

You had been feeling under the weather these past few days and had to reject Charles’ offer to go out, let it be for any parties or events without knowing he was secretly feeling disconsolate from the act, oblivious to it, until you saw pictures of him with a girl the next day. Was this his act of defiance of you?

Warnings ; the personalities were heavily inflicted from the reader’s ‘sickness’, cursings, incorrect medication term, incorrect medical terminology

Charles put away his phone and strode, leaving the room as he heard the sound of a pin number being typed in and the lock gave away the soft ring, indicating the door was unlocked. He didn’t need to wait for the ring. He had been waiting for his girlfriend to come back. His gut feeling was saying that something was wrong when you texted him earlier that you weren’t feeling very well. He didn’t get to pick you up from the office because he had other things scheduled to do, and you, being the most understanding girl he had ever met, assured him that it was all fine because your girl friend, Lia would be picking you up.

"Hey, are you alright?" That was the only thing that came out of his mouth, despite knowing what the answer was from your pale face.

You only managed to shake your head before crashing your body into his embrace, soaking in every inch of comfort he could give. He wasn’t home for two days, having to be in Maranello for work stuff, so you were on your own, living life until your body felt different when you woke up this morning. The thermometer didn’t indicate any fever, so you thought it would get better in a few hours.

But it didn’t. You had to lay your head down on the table, your eyes squeezed shut, hoping the headache would calm down after taking the pill, but it wasn’t working. Those hours being at the office felt like a torture; you couldn’t wait to go home, wrapped yourself up in a cosy blanket, to see your favourite face knowing he would be back in a few hours.

You were actually surprised to see him, as he was supposed to be back by midnight, but you had no energy left to convey the emotions.

"Baby?" Charles called out again after getting no replies.

"My head feels so heavy." You mumbled, feeling like you could fall asleep standing up while listening to the thump of his heartbeat against your ear with both of his arms wrapped around your body.

"Have you eaten? Do you want to eat something?" He asked again, this time with his eyes on yours as he broke the hug.

"No. I just want to lay down.."

"Okay." Seeing as if you could lose consciousness any second, he quickly took your stuff from your hands, placing it on the couch before picking you up and going straight to the bedroom where his phone was left, still on and replaying the same video that he was watching earlier over and over. "Y/N, I’m going to help you take off your makeup first, alright?" He stopped you from lying down on the bed and made a quick run to get your makeup remover from the dressing table. He had seen you do it before, and he had also helped you take off your makeup whenever you got drunk from your girls’ night out. It was no difference this time.

"Baby, stay with me. I promise I’ll be quick." He assured you, one hand on your cheek to stop your head from dipping down, and quickly, yet gently, moved the makeup remover wipes across your face. He saw your flushed cheeks and pale lips when he removed all sorts of colour from the makeup, which made him even more worried. "Stay awake, baby. I’ll get your change of clothes." He left the wardrobe room after leaving a kiss on your hairline. Your body was warm.

"Thank you." You muttered as he helped you lay down after changing into pyjamas, which finally felt like you could properly breathe.

"Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything? I could try and cook something simple." He had eaten his dinner with Joris before making his way home earlier, but if you said you were hungry, he would get something done right this second, but you kept telling him no, assuring him that you only wanted him to stay with you until you fell asleep. So be obeyed.

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"Y/N? Where—what are you doing?" Your feet stopped moving further away, your hand still on the knob. You thought that when you fell asleep earlier, you would have woken up feeling better. You did feel better, but your stomach didn’t. You were famished. You didn’t realise you didn’t eat anything yesterday. Charles was sleeping peacefully, facing you with his hand on your waist, and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up, knowing he needed the rest as much as you did.

Your plan to get something to eat without waking him up failed even before you got to step outside the room. "I’ll be right back. Go back to sleep, honey." You gave a smile, though he wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark, before taking another step, but he stopped you again.

"Baby, where are you going? Do you need anything?"

"I’m going to get something to eat." You mumbled, and he frowned. His one leg was already off the bed.

"What?"

"I’m hungry.." The grip on the door knob went loose as you played with your fingers and eyes away when he started approaching you.

"Why didn’t you wake me up, love?"

"I don’t want to trouble you. Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll be quiet." You pushed his middle, convincing him, but he stood there and didn’t budge an inch.

"Then let’s get you something to eat." Your hand in his middle was grabbed as he left a peck on your palm before pushing you to walk ahead of him.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked, peeking behind your hand as you checked through the rows of chocolates in the fridge. "Chocolates?"

"I need something savoury." You mumbled, and he trailed behind as you moved to the drawers. "Ah, this!"

Charles’ frowned when you picked out a pick-coloured instant noodle out of the drawer that was fully stacked with your favourite food, one that was too spicy for him.

"At this hour?!"

"Yes!" You squealed, controlling your excitement that was gone as soon as you looked at him.

"Baby, I don’t think you should eat that right now." He pressed his lips, looking away from seeing your eyes. When he touched you earlier, your body was still warm, but it wasn’t as bad as it was hours ago. Judging from your face, it seemed to him that your headache was gone too, without having to ask you how you felt.

"Please! Just for tonight!" You pleaded.

"Alright, fine. But no more instant food for this week." His yawn that he had been holding in slipped through at the end of his sentence.

"Go back to sleep, honey. You're going to fall asleep standing at this point. I can cook these noodles myself." You patted the cheeks, chuckling. You felt bad for waking him up, but he kept on turning a deaf ear to your words.

"It’s okay. I’m keeping you accompanied." He moved closer, making you face the boiling water on the induction, so he could hug you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder. "If I fall asleep, you can keep me standing straight."

"Do you want some?" You poured in the powder that came along with the noodles after you drained the water.

"I’m okay, baby. Thank you for asking." He buried his face on the side of your neck, which made you giggle as the hot breath tickled on your skin. "Oh, but I do want the seaweed. Do you still have it?"

"Yeah! It’s up there, I think."

"I’ll wait for you on the couch." He leaned in to kiss your cheek while ambling in front of the television, with the seaweed snack in hand.

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"Charles! Have you broken up with the girl?" Louis came, hand slapping on the driver’s shoulder as he took a seat by his side. He had been seeing Charles on his own for the past two events.

"What? No! Never, dude. She’s not feeling well." Charles let out a chuckle at the idea. He had been with you his whole life. There was no way he could ever let you go.

"What’s the point of having a girl when she can’t keep you company?" Louis replied, which sounded like a sneer to the driver. "Right? Isn’t it her job to attend the events with you?"

"No." Charles laughed and tried to shrug off the topic that gradually turned heavy. "She has her own job, Louis. I don’t choose her to be my partner just for a plus one, you know. And I don’t really mind it. Events lasted only for 2–3 hours; I spent the rest of the remaining hours with her."

Louis remained quiet. He never liked you because it felt like his friend right here wasn’t able to do what he actually wanted, just because Charles was too head over heels for you.

You had been with Charles even before his lifestyle became more lavish. Charles always asked for your permission before he did anything, though you always told him it wasn’t necessary.

"Just because I earn more than you, just because you feel yourself lower than me, doesn’t mean I should ignore your rights and title as my girlfriend."

Is what he has been saying all this time. You were grateful for him, of course, but you couldn’t ignore the scowl from his friend, Louis, at times.

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Your sickness came and went. Sometimes you wake up feeling horrible, but it went away in a few hours. Sometimes it lasted for the whole day. One thing was for sure; you have been feeling drained these days. You had no problem coming home from work to do extra housechores before, but these days, you could barely lift a finger. Even sitting at the office felt like you had depleted all of your energy.

"Y/N." Charles called out, still in the same outfit he wore when he left this morning.

"Yeah..?" You slowly rubbed on your eyes, pushing your hand against the bedsheet to muster up all the strength to sit up.

"Y/N, you promised me you would clean the kitchen. Why can’t you at least clear out the used pots and plates?" You heard him sighed.

"I’m sorry. I was so tired." You mumbled, like a kid who just got told off by the mother.

"It’s not like you have to go to work! It’s the weekend." Charles’ voice went a little higher, clearly frustrated. "You were doing fine this morning."

"I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry." You inched closer to where he was sitting on the bed and grasped his arm. "I’ll get it done right away. Please don’t be mad."

"I’m not mad. I’m just—" He took a breath and drew your head closer to his chest. "I’m so sorry for shouting at you."

"It’s alright. I’ll get it done right now." You get off the bed, still in your blue checkered pyjamas. Your limbs were still sore, though you had been doing nothing other than laying down for the whole day.

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Week passed, Charles had another event tonight, and you promised to attend the event with him this time, considering the fact he had been left to go alone for the past 2 weeks and people started assuming he was single. No, you weren’t going because you wanted to claim he was still yours, but it had been a while since the last time you dressed up, looking pretty in a dress with your hair all curled and styled. You barely wore any makeup to the office now, ever since you hadn’t been feeling well.

The nausea came and hit again as you were going through the rows of clothes. Your feet were fast enough to drag your aching limb to the toilet. Charles headed out to pick up his suit earlier, and he was looking excited when you told him you would be coming with him.

But it seemed like you had to break the promise again. You were so sleepy, your headache came back again. Standing up was so agonising that you were left sitting on the bathroom’s floor for the longest time ever before pushing yourself to lay down on the bed.

"Y/N, you should get ready. We shouldn’t be late." Charles muttered, a little pissed off at the fact that you chose to go to sleep instead of getting ready.

Y/N," Charles called out, more stern this time.

"Charles, I don’t think I can go tonight."

"There you go again. What the fuck is your problem, Y/N? I swear to God, it felt like you were doing this on purpose." The phone in his hand was slammed on the bed, making you flinch. "Do you have any problems that you don’t want to tell me? Is this all an act?"

"What—what do you mean? I’m really not feeling well. My whole body aches." Your brows knitted together, and the drowsiness was gone a little from being accused of such nonsense by your own boyfriend. The boyfriend who had been with you for more than 5 years

"Yeah, right. It’s just the same fucking thing. You woke up feeling all fine, making these promises here and there, and then all of a sudden, oh, I’m sick. Bullshit." You caught him scowling at you as he took his stuff and slammed the bedroom door on his way out.

You wanted to argue with him; you wanted to defend yourself, telling him he was wrong, but you were so sleepy, and it didn’t take long enough for you to fall back to your dreamland, forgetting those hurtful comments thrown at you for a little while.

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"What is it this time? Your sick girlfriend finally died?" Louis came, laughing after seeing his friend, still alone but this time with no smile on his face.

Charles didn’t say anything. He knew Louis wasn’t really fond of his girlfriend despite years of being together, but he had too much on his mind right now to say anything.

"She’s still sick? What kind of sickness does she have?" Louise laughed in a mocking way.

The driver remained quiet.

"You really came just to show that sullen face around here?" Louis squeezed Charles’ shoulder a little harder as he looked around. "I can introduce you to someone. She came alone."

"Eryn!"

Charles looked up, looking at the area where his friend was focusing.

"This is Eryn. Eryn, Charles. Pretty sure you know who he is." Louise winked at her, and she grinned, knowing very well what that look meant. "He came alone, so he needed someone to talk with. You can be his companion." Eryn took over Louise’s spot as he left with a smirk on his face.

Charles remained quiet, not replying to any of the woman’s questions. He wasn’t actually there. His head was replaying every word he said earlier, rewinding the scene just to take a good look at your pale face, and every time his head put the clip back to rewind, his heart was slowly wrapped in penitence.

Why did you do that to her, Charles?

His skin felt cold when he felt the woman’s lips land on his cheek, which made him jump right away. "What the fuck?"

"You seemed to be so far away, so I’m trying to pull you back on your senses."I’m sorry!" She whined, her hand trying to grab his, but he moved away, his face looking completely vexed.

"Don’t touch me. I have a girlfriend." He stood up, teeth clenched from trying to hold his anger.

"She’s not here!" Eryn held on to his arm, trying to stop him from walking away. "You should try to have some fun!"

"Have fun with someone else. I’m going home."

"Louise told me you needed someone!" Eryn pulled Charles back onto his seat, clutching on to his arm so he wouldn’t leave and humiliate her in front of everyone.

"I never said that." He glowered at her suspiciously. "I never said that. She’s enough for me. She’s all I need." He never imagined having someone else by his side other than you; he could never imagine you being with someone else. The thought of you smiling and laughing with a man other than him killed him inside.

"Where are you going?" Eryn yelled, seeing Charles walk away. He never bothered to answer the question.

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The house was silent when he came home. It was looking exactly like it was when he left, so he knew you were still in bed. It was tiring because it seemed like you passed every house chores to him, letting go of every bit of your responsibility in the house. It had been a week since you asked for a leave of absence, while he had to go out and travel back and forth from Monaco to Maranello, so he was expecting you to at least lift a finger to help him.

Charles cursed under his breath after taking a glance at his reflection in the mirror. The lipstick stain on his cheek was rubbed off roughly as he wet his hands with the tap water. It was demeaning to you as his girlfriend if you ever saw him with a lipstick stain from another girl.

Unknowingly to him, his name and yours were already all over the gossip pages after the pictures were taken.

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"Morning, baby." Charles beamed, feeling your arms snake around his waist from the back. He woke up early this morning to clean up the house and got everything done before you woke up. The crestfallen feelings from last night were gone; all he cared about now was for you to be the first person he saw when he woke up. "I made you breakfast. I'm pretty sure this one was going to taste better than my last attempt."

His laugh was unsupported. Your arms around him became more secure as you planted your face against his back.

"Y/N?" You kept quiet, too wounded to reply. "Hey, what’s wrong?"

The phone in your hand was taken away, leaving your shaky hands empty as he looked at the screen.

"Y/N—"

"How could you do this to me?" Your voice trailed off.

"No, listen to what I have to say. It’s not what you think it is."

Charles’ hand that hovered on your cheek was shoved away as you wiped your own tears. "Who is she?"

"Eryn. Louise’s friend. Look, I didn’t know—"

"I trusted you!" You howled, hands clenched into a fist as you punched his chest, again and again as you sobbed.

"I was alone! You weren’t there with me, so I—"

"So you let her kiss you?" It hurt. It hurt so bad to see the guy you loved break every bit of trust you had.

"It wouldn’t happen if you were there with me." Charles muttered. He knew it was his part to calm you down and give you reassurance, but part of him felt like it was unfair for the blame to be on him alone. You should have been there with him.

"Charles, I was sick!" You cried. He sounded so distant.

"And I was lonely, Y/N! I barely saw your face, though we lived in the same house. We stopped watching movies together and stopped making dinner together. I miss you! Sometimes I don’t even remember your existence in this house. Just tell me the truth. Are you tired of us?"

"Stop turning this on me! I wasn’t feeling well, and you know it. I didn’t wish to lay down all the time." Your gaze went to his face, pleading for him to see your reason.

"Bullshit." He scoffed and turned his back on you. The grip he had on the kitchen counter was hard, making every vein in his hand more visible. "You didn’t go to work; you didn’t do shit for days. I was the one who did everything in this fucking house, Y/N! I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you to be so fucking useless."

Some of the tears dropped on your feet, and some of them started decorating the porcelain. "I did what I could in the house, but there were times when..." You stopped when you felt like you were choking on your tears. "There were times where I got so tired, Charles. I got so tired that I just wanted to lay down, and I—"

"You did nothing, Y/N! Nothing! Whenever I came home, you would be sleeping, leaving everything behind for me to clean. Am I your fucking slave? Using my money alone isn’t enough; you have to make me bow down and get on my knees to praise you like a god? Is that what you want from me?"

"I’m sorry.." You went from standing right on his back to a few feet away, unable to look at his raging eyes that were perforating you.

"Yeah, that’s the only thing you could say. How does it feel to win the fucking lottery in your life? I know you don’t actually want to work but didn’t want to make it seem too obvious that you were using me for wealth and fame. Guess that wasn’t enough that you have to make me do everything in the house that you didn’t spend a dollar on, the house that I paid for." He walked away; the scrambled eggs he was making earlier were left forgotten on the stove.

"Charles, that wasn’t my intention." You trailed his steps, hand went to grab his arm as it felt like he was trying to walk away from your life.

"Everything you have on you right now is my money. Your necklace, your bracelet, and your ring. That shirt you are wearing. Everything. I just want you to stop using me for your benefit, Y/N. I came home and went to sleep with no touch or kisses from you. I didn’t even have anyone to talk with about my day. At this point, it’s just worthless of you to keep on being in my life." Charles’ expression went hard. He didn’t know where the thought came from, but he knew how bad the damage was the moment those words slipped off his lips.

"I’ll give back everything." You murmured, taking heavy steps in front of the man you love. "I’m sorry for being a burden." You took his clenched fist and opened it, placing the ring he had given to you on our first anniversary five years ago on his palm. The bracelet with a butterfly charm that you got as a graduation gift was unhooked as you put it with the ring on his palm. You could never forget his sweaty face from chasing the flight back home just to make it on time for your graduation. How he was so nervous to put the bracelet on you with his hands shaking in front of your parents.

"Can you... help me take this one off?" Your long hair was gathered in one hand as you turned your back on him, begging him to take off the bracelet that you were so happy with when you first got it. The bracelet that he gifted for you when he got to join Formula 1. Funny how it was him who achieved something, but you were the one who got a gift. Guess it was true when he said you were using him for your own benefits.

But the bracelet that you had worn with pride and contentment now felt like it burned your skin the longer you left it on.

His hand that was shaking when he first put the bracelet on you, the hand that was shaking out of excitement and nervousness, was now shaking again as he took the necklace off.

but this time it was out of fear and uncertainty about what was to come next.

You weren’t able to look at him because your cheeks were drenched in tears. If your skin could soak up every tear that had dropped from your eyes, it would have reached its limit by now. You heard him weep, but you didn’t dare to bring your gaze up. If being in front of him right now made him feel humiliated and made him bend forward even more from the weight load that you brought, then it would be better for you to just step out and let him go.

"I’m sorry for everything." It was useless to wipe your eyes only for them to shed more tears after, but you still did it. You wiped the tears and left a peck on his wet cheek before you made your way to the room. It didn’t take long for you to pack your things together because, like he said, everything you had on was his. He stood there, eyes on his palm, when you walked out with your luggage. His shirt that you had worn before was put in the laundry bag, afraid he would find it disgusting if you just left it anywhere else.

And you left him. You left the house that had become your home for years. All because of your sickness.

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"When will they discharge you?" Your best friend, Lia, looked back, toning down her voice so she wouldn’t get caught by your boss for loafing around. "I’m so bored in here without you."

"Tomorrow!" You squealed and covered your mouth when she asked you to keep quiet. "I’ll be out tomorrow! But I’ll start working in 2 days."

"I can’t wait to see you! Just let me know whatever you are craving, and I’ll get it done!" She winked.

"I want your brownies! The one with strawberries that you used to bring for lunch.” You rested your hand on your middle.

"You got it!" She confirmed with a grin and looked back right away when there were steps coming. You laughed, seeing her not-so-sneaky attempt to video call you during work, but you hadn’t been able to talk to her for days, so she couldn’t wait for another hour to spill all the tea you had been missing.

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"Charles!" Lia greeted the taller man with baskets full of ingredients. She had stopped by the supermarket to get all the things needed to make her brownies that you were craving when she bumped into the driver in the cereal aisle.

"Lia. It’s been a while. How are you?" Charles grabbed the cereal box in front of him and put it in the basket along with his other stuff.

"Good! How are you? It must be very exciting, isn’t it? I mean, I have no relation to her at all, but I’m still so, so excited; that was all I could think of for this week." Lizzy shook her shoulders, trying so hard not to scream.

"I don't—I don’t get it?" Charles mumbled, slow enough that it didn’t get to capture Lia's attention as she remained in her own bubble, looking so elated about something she just mentioned. "That’s a lot of things you got there." He then changed the topic; his gaze went to the basket she was holding.

"Ah, it’s for Y/N! I hope she doesn’t give you a hard time with her pregnancy cravings, Charles. It won’t be that long; just bear with it. The excessive morning sickness was harsh enough." Lia blurted, looking down as she remembered how horrible you looked when you were hospitalised for hyperemesis gravidarum.

Charles felt like his heart just dropped to his stomach. If Lia walked away right at this moment, he was so sure his legs would give away.

"If you feel like she’s too much or you are too tired to satisfy all her needs and cravings, please let me know. I can help you in bits and pieces. If she wants a banana cake at 3 AM and you are too exhausted, call me. I can bake one and send it to your house right away. I do understand your career and ours; mine and Y/N’s were totally different, so I’ll help you as much as I can. If you need to fly away, please don’t leave her alone. Send her to me. She’s my best friend. She’s always welcome at my house."

Charles tilted his face away from Lia, facing the colourful boxes of cereals, to stop his tears from slipping down. His hand, which was wrapped around the hoops of the basket, nearly slipped off.

Lia chuckled and wiped away her tears, feeling slightly embarrassed for shedding tears in front of the driver. "I’m so sorry, I got so emotional. I’ll get going first. Bye, Charles! Make sure Y/N gets home safely from the hospital tomorrow! I’ll smack you if anything happens to her."

Soon as Lia was gone from the aisle, Charles took his phone out. Fingers hovered on your contact name, the only contact that was saved with a heart emoji.

What have I done?

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Two pairs of eyes were looking at each other when they heard the bell ring. They weren’t expecting anyone, not even a visitor, considering their only daughter had just come back from her week-long stay in the hospital.

"Open it."

"You go." Mrs. Y/L/N pushed her husband towards the door as she hurried back on the couch, ignoring the look from the man.

"Mr. Y/L/N." Charles stood straight when the door opened, and his eyes landed on the older man.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The tone was unwelcoming.

"I—can I see Y/N?"

"She’s asleep. Come back tomorrow." The older man was going to shut the door before his wife called out, feet approaching those two men who were wrapped in frosty air.

"Come in, Charles. I was going to wake her up for her medicine, but I guess you could do that for me." The soft, caring tone of the older woman reminded him so much of the girl he loved.

"Can I go to her room? If you don’t mind." Charles gulped, ignoring the eyes of the older man.

"Of course! It’s not your first time in here, honey. Come in." The older woman assured before drawing the driver inside the house, asking him to go straight to your room before her husband could say anything.

"I’m not taking the blame if she doesn’t want to talk to us." The older man said, locking the front door.

"He is still the father of the child."

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When Charles walked in, he saw you sitting up, hand on your middle that hadn’t shown much of a shape yet, as you turned your body around to let your legs hang off the bed. It seemed like you didn’t realise he was in the room based on the lack of reaction he got. He stood there, seeing your back, while your hands were busy scanning through the medicines in the dark. He felt the heartache again, the same one he felt at the supermarket in front of Lia. He heard you hum, your body subtly trembling as you swung your legs, your hands still busy going through the tonnes of medicines in hand.

"Y/N.."

Your whole body stopped moving, your voice was gone when you heard it. The voice you had been missing, longing to hear him call out your name,

Charles quickly grabbed one of the medicine packs that nearly fell off your laps and kneeled down in front of you. He took all the medicines you had in hand and flicked on the bedside lamp so he could see your face.

And again, there was no difference from the last time he saw you. Your face was damp with tears. The smooth, pink lips were quivering from trying to keep your cry silent.

He was staring at your face for too long for him to realise that there were trails of tears forming on his cheeks as well. "Which one— which one do you need?" He brought his gaze down, scanning the names of the medicines in his hand.

"I need pyridoxine, promethazine, and metoclopramide." The tears that rolled off your eyes ended up hanging off your jawline.

Charles wiped off the tears hanging from the lower edge of your jaw before he searched through the packaging, putting aside the ones you mentioned. The glass jug that was on the bedside table was taken before you could extend your arm.

"Thank you." You muttered; your arm sleeve was used to wipe your wet lips.

Charles brought up his hand, pulling it back before he rested it on your middle. "Can—can I?"

You nodded.

He brought and stroked his hand on your belly as his tears dropped when you placed your hand on his. "How long?"

"3 months."

"How long have you known?" He looked up, his gaze went back on yours.

"Around 2 weeks ago. Mom brought me to the hospital when I lost consciousness, only to find out we were going to have a baby." You managed to smile at the end of your words, excited to bring the fruit of your love to the world.

We. Charles bit his lips, head dipped down, thinking back on what he had done, yet you were still acting fine, smiling, and addressing the pregnancy as his as well, despite all the horrible things he said to you.

"Lia said you were hospitalised. What happened?" He cupped his hand on your kneecap.

"My morning sickness was too severe; they had to keep me in the hospital because I was too dehydrated and had imbalanced mineral levels in my blood. But I’m all good now. The baby is healthy too." You wiped the fresh tears from your boyfriend’s cheeks.

"Why didn’t you call me?"

"I don’t want..." The next words were stuck in your throat, and the memory from that night came back into your mind.

You don’t want to be a burden to him. He knew that was what you wanted to say. "I’m sorry—"

"I’m sorry.." You said it at the same time. "I’m sorry for being a burden to you. You deserve to be happy, Charles."

"You make me the happiest person on earth, Y/N. Even if I’m not happy with my life, I still want you to be with me, just like you always have. Everything I said that night, I didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t know why I felt so lonely. I missed you so much that I became frustrated. It doesn’t excuse any of my words, I know." Charles’ head was on your lap as you brushed your fingers through the soft curls of his hair. He was still crying. You knew it when some of tears dropped on your skin.

Charles rarely cried. Maybe it was true what your mom had been saying.

"About Eryn, she—" Charles’ was about to continue his words, but you interrupted, which made him lift his head from your lap.

"I know." You smiled, seeing his wet eyelashes. "I know about her. Louis called me and explained everything. It was my fault for doubting you."

"No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a terrible boyfriend. I shouldn’t have stayed with her that night. I should have left; I should have gone home to you."

"Even if you left her, she would still follow you around. Louis confessed to me, saying that he forced her to do things to you because he hated me." You cupped on the cheeks, your lips still curled into a smile, seeing the man in front of you.

"Louis..said that?" He had brought you to meet his friends a few times but never realised any loathing or hatred from any of them. To him, his friends never had any problems with you. His old friends, at least. Louis was one of the guys he met through a mutual a year ago and joined the group a few months after that. You never said anything to him either, so he didn’t want to accuse anything, though he did realise you were uncomfortable whenever Louis came up to him.

"But I realised how much he actually loves you. I was wrong for that. I’m really sorry, Y/N. What Eryn did was all because I asked her to. I asked her to flirt him, kiss him if needed, do anything that could break your trust on him. " Louis admitted feeling dreadful for what he did to his own friend.

"And I think I know why you have been feeling like that." You mumbled, leaning against his touch on your cheek.

"Like what..?"

"Stand up..you’ll hurt your knees." You pulled, or at least tried to make him stand, as he cautiously took a seat by your side, and you finally hugged him, your head against his chest.

"I know why you felt so lonely and frustrated." You closed your eyes as he cradled your head. "Mom said you could be having couvade syndrome."

"And what does that even mean? Do I need to get myself checked? Is there any treatment?"

"No. It’s just something that some expectant fathers would experience." You sat up straight and giggled.

"You mean, from the pregnancy?" His hand went back to your belly.

"Yeah. One of those symptoms is attention seeking."

"Are you saying I was attention-seeking?"Hm?" He pinched your nose as he laughed along with you. He did feel like you didn’t love him because you kept on ignoring him, and he found himself getting mad because you didn’t touch or kiss him like you used to because you fell asleep before him. "It kind of made sense, though."

"You still should have told me what you were actually feeling. I can’t read mind..”

Charles smiled, seeing your adorable expression with your pursed lips. "I know, baby. I know. That was totally my fault, and I am so, so sorry for what I did. I totally get it if you need some time. Just, please come back to me when you are ready."

"No.." You whined, his head was tugged closer, and you hugged him by the neck. "You can’t leave me again."

"I’m not, love. I just thought you needed some time." He stayed in your embrace; arms went around your waist.

"I don’t need that. I just want you to be with me. You can’t leave me."

"Hey—" Charles pulled away when he heard you start sobbing and cupped your cheeks so you would look at him.. "I’m not leaving you, sweetheart."

I guess it was true what his friend went through.

"Dude, my girlfriend has acted like a freaking child ever since she got pregnant. She’s so adorable, I’m telling you." Nico grinned from ear to ear, thinking about his pregnant girlfriend at home.

"Yeah, right." Charles laughed, not denying it but not agreeing with it either.

"I’m serious! Girls get extra sensitive when they get pregnant; it’s like taking care of a child."

The driver only shrugged, his lips still smiling.

"You’ll know when Y/N gets pregnant."

"Ah, I brought this back." He grabbed the small jewellery box he carried with him earlier and took out all the gifts that belonged to you. "Will you take these back, please? I know what I said was harsh, and it made me sound like a miser, but when I bought these for you, there wasn’t any point in my life where I ever thought of the price or you returning them to me if we ever broke up. I bought them because they reminded me a lot about you. I can’t keep them, and I don’t want to keep any of them. I want to see you wearing it. I want to see you show them off to everyone. How beautiful you looked with it." Charles saw your empty stare and pressed his lips, understanding the look very well. "But..it’s okay if you don’t want to. I’ll just keep it safe."

"I don’t want you to break up with me.." You gave a whimper of protest.

"Y/N, that’s not what I meant." Everything he said earlier was ignored, and you only caught the words ‘break up’.

"But you said it.."

"I know, but—that wasn’t my point. I’m not breaking up with you." He smiled when you started weeping again.

Is this what Nico had to go through when his girlfriend got pregnant? It is indeed so fucking adorable.

"Promise?"

"Promise, love.” He brushed your hair away from sticking all over you face and kissed your forehead. “Can I put these back on you?"

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"I told you it was couvade!" Mrs. Y/L/N jabbed her husband’s chest with her elbow, both pairs of eyes still peeking through the door of their daughter’s bedroom.

"How did you know? Rough guess?" He replied.

"Because I know my future son-in-law very well! He wouldn’t do any of that for no reason. Have you ever seen our daughter cried ever since Charles came into her life? No! And you had it too when I was pregnant with Y/N."

"That’s enough. Let’s just leave them alone." Mr. Y/L/N tugged on his wife’s hand, whispering.

"What if they do something inappropriate?"

"She’s pregnant. It’s too late to think about that." He laughed, taking the steps away first, followed by his wife.

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princessslutt · 2 months

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Could you do like rafe x crybaby!reader and like she is just so cute and rafe is trying to protect her of everything in the world but she end’s up hurt or sm and rafe comforts her?

pretty please and thank you

btw, sorry if this is bad or sm my brain is not working well today 😿

of course honey! thank you for the request! I love this.

i finally did a good fic without deleting half of it 😭

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you were known as a crybaby. when it came to wanting anything, and rafe would say no, the flood gates would burst.

But it wasn’t so often that rafe would say no.

You’re his spoiled little girl. You couldn’t take no for an answer, you didn’t even know what no meant.

you are always holding his hand, sitting next to him.

when he’s talking to berry or topper you’re on his lap nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, and soon falling asleep right on top of him.

When it came to it, he would try to move you. You would just whine and holding onto him.

“c’mon baby, let’s go, you need a nap.” he says, lifting you up while saying goodbye to the boys.

you hold onto him, as his hands and holding onto the bottom of your thighs, while your arms are wrapped around his neck and your cheek on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

you were used to be carried when you didn’t feel like walking, or when you were tired. rafe didn’t mind it, he liked having a little pillow princess.

he opened the passenger door with one hand, pushing the seat back so you can lay down in his truck.

“easy there, now. there you go angel.”

he helps you with your seat belt, but you just turn over on your stomach and close your eyes. it wasn’t long until you heard the driver side door open and smell rafes cologne, the same one you bought him for his birthday last month.

“rafey” you murmur as the car starts up and he starts to drive on the road.

“what is it princess, what’s the matter?” he asks, not even looking at your tired figure but keeping an eye on the road, when it came to rafe he always had to make sure you were safe.

“m’stomach hurts” you whine as you push your knees up to your chest while laying on your side. crying softly.

“I’m sorry sweet girl, I’ll drive as quickly as I can without getting pulled over, yeah?”

you nod tiredly, falling back to sleep. Before you know it, you being carried into rafes home. you whine when you wake up, that lets him know you’re awake.

“it’s okay honey, I’ve got you. Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

you don’t say anything but just lay your cheek on his shoulder as he walks up the stairs and talking to Sarah.

“hey rafe, oh hey y/n!” she practically yells out loud but rafe bubbles up with anger at the thought of her waking you up.

“shut the fuck up. stupidass! you’re gonna wake her up!” he whispers, rolling her eyes and passing Sarah in the staircase.

he opens his bedroom door and gently closes it, sighing quietly as he opens the comforter of his bed and lays you inside of it. You immediately turn over and nuzzle your head into the pillows.

but soon enough, rafe sits on the bed and smiles at your sleepy body.

“c’mon, baby here’s some medicine.” he says as he taps your thigh with his finger and waits for you to wake up.

you whimper are you roll back over and look at your handsome boyfriend. “do I have to?” you complain as he glares at you.

“you were just complaining that your stomach hurts. Yeah you have to, and you’re going to. Now open your fuckin’ mouth and take the pill.”

You’re sleepy eyes start to water, and your lip wobbles but you obey, opening your mouth so he can easily slip the pill in your mouth, he holds your jaw and pours some water in your mouth as well.

“thank you rafey.” you close your eyes again, and grabbing your stuffed animal that you keep at rafes house and hugging it tightly.

“yeah yeah, you’re welcome, you spoiled thing.”

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 1 month

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consider... Ghost babytrapping reader. It's something some could see Soap or Graves doing, but never Simon.

He's so sly and sneaky, never showing his needs, but when he senses you drifting away, he will slip a pill in your drink when he's sure he's ovulating to ride you till sunset, making sure to milk you dry

a/n: god I love these requests

minors DNI- warnings: baby-trapping duh, trans ghost as well

ghost wasn’t ever going to admit how much he wanted you, how much he needed you in fact. He didn’t want to put into words how he felt- but he knew deep in his gut that you were his, right? You had to be his in some way. You and him had been friends for quite a while, and eventually just enough more that he could call you to his barrack any time of night and have that perfect feeling of sex fade into his senses with you

that’s all you really were though- fuck buddies. God he hated that term, it made his gut boil with envy and hate that someone could slide into your life and end it all so easily. No, no, that couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it happen.

these thoughts all brewed in his mind over the months, but the thing that set it all in motion was when he saw you at the closest base pub getting all close to some civilian. That’s what truly got him going, the fact you were flirting with a civilian- not even part of the team, although he’s not quite sure if that would have been worse.

sure he could tell you his feelings straight up, but where’s the point in that?

so he made a plan. It started in physical motion the second you got back from base and he texted you to come to his room for the usual quick fuck, nothing horrible so far

he had this all planned out- unknown to you of course. Any condom you have now has little needle holes poked in and any drink at his house has just a smidge of something he found just to make sure he takes

he rides you all fucking night even when your half asleep and tired, he still keeps bouncing on your length, his body clenching around your member and his folds wet and inviting as if he was trying to keep every little drop inside of him, his gummy walls squeezing every little drop he can get out of you and cockwarming you till you fall asleep next to him

he just felt it in his bones that it was gonna take, it just had to. And god was he close to bouncing in joy when he pulled out a test a few days later and it came up positive, him getting ready to put on some fake tears to tell you. You couldn’t really just be fuck buddies now, could you?

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leclerc-hs · 5 months

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fille stupide pt. 3 - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader / max verstappen x fem!reader Summary: in which you now kind of know French and a not so stranger is still here Warnings: smut, oral (f-receiving), angstyyyy (?), cheating (again, i'm sorry), 18+!, not proofread!!, bad French (correct me please!!), bad Dutch (correct me please!!) Word Count: 1985 Author's Note: ok so I think we'll end fille stupide here 🤭 I absolutely loved writing this (if you couldn't tell by how fast i was able to write it lmaooo). I honestly WOULD NOT mind writing more scenarios for them in the future. Like if I ever write mean dom charles, my mind will automatically come back to them. please don't forget to leave feedback! love y'all french edited by @shewantsvengeance!!! dutch edited by @deanlovescassie!!!

PART 1 PART 2

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STARTLED BY A loud bang in the kitchen, you jolt awake. The bright sun streaming through your windows blinds you as you try to make sense of the abrupt awakening and your surroundings. You were no longer naked; a large plain white t-shirt enveloped your body. A t-shirt you don’t remember even putting on or falling asleep in. A t-shirt, that’s not even yours.

Caution gripped you as you inched towards the kitchen, moving slowly down the hall. The muffled sounds persisted, their meaning elusive, while the clattering of cabinets continued. As you finally reached the corner of the hallway, you were met with the sight of a partially naked Charles in the kitchen, an array of food on the stove top cooked. The aroma of bacon and eggs wafted through the kitchen, prompting your stomach to audibly grumble in response. You leaned against the countertop across from him, just watching the muscles of his back flex with each deliberate movement. He stayed?

You let out a breath of air in relief at the sight of him. Not just because he was there and stayed, but because it wasn’t somebody breaking in.

He didn’t even turn around before saying, “Où ranges-tu tes assiettes?” Where do you keep your plates? “Oh, I found them!” He didn’t have to turn around to sense your presence; all his senses seemed attuned to your proximity. Your body called to him, like it demanded his attention. As if your cells were able to alert his own, screaming for them to merge with yours.

You felt a swirl of need form in your stomach at the sight of your scratch marks on his back. As if he was marked for your territory only. You also felt a surge of panic form in your throat as the memories of last night came flooding back.

Tell me who your body belongs to.

Je t’appartiens, Charles.

A sensation of unease churned in your stomach as thoughts of Max’s face crossed your mind. The guilt weighed heavily, and you felt on the verge of nausea for what you had done to him. How was it possible that something so bad felt so good? It was as if Charles held complete control over you, rendering you senseless and devoid of rational thoughts and actions. Tears prick at your eyes as you observe the bruises on the insides of your legs and felt the welts on your neck. Your body looks and feels both used and abused. Nothing about this situation is okay. Last night, you both had been remarkably careless.

The panic began to subside only when Charles turned around and met your gaze. His eyes, an unusually light shade of green, captured your attention. His disheveled hair hinted at just having woken up not too long ago.

“I didn’t know you stayed,” you began, confusion laced in your voice. “I heard the door shut last night.”

“Fille stupide,” Stupid girl. A smile crept on his face, carrying a mocking undertone that seemed directed at you. “I went to store to get you a pill last night. Je suis revenu.” I came back.

You despised how profoundly his words impacted you, how his return stirred a need for you to rationalize both your actions and his, even when there was no justification for what had transpired. Anxious, your fingers fidgeted with the end of the T-shirt that rested at the middle of your thighs. He advanced towards you, trapping you between him and the counter – a familiar position whenever you find yourself in his presence. His hands find their way to your face, their size enough to envelope majority of it. His fingers sprawl on your jawline, and his thumbs rest on your cheekbones as he looks at you. Really looks at you. Like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. Like you’re a textbook and he has a test to study for.

“Tu es tellement belle,” You’re so beautiful. Despite his sweet words, a sinister gleam in his eyes followed the contours of your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he pressed himself to you, “I meant what I said last night.”

Mine, you’re fucking mine.

The ache in between your legs was growing with each passing second. He was too close, his smell and warmth surrounding you, creating a sense of intoxication. You felt the need to press your thighs together, but Charles stood between them, smirking down at you like he knew.

Words fail you as you gaze up at him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He stands there patiently, waiting as you study the furrow of his eyebrow. He stands there patiently, waiting as your eyes delve into his, memorizing every shade of color within them. He stands there patiently, waiting as your gaze fixates on his lips.

It was almost as if you didn’t have a choice. Like he was a pre-determined answer to your life. A definition to your word.

“Guess I didn’t give it to you hard enough last night, hm?” It wasn’t until your hands settle on his biceps that he realizes you’ve given him consent. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere. Roaming your body like an unexplored map; squeezing your waist, pinching your nipples, squeezing your butt. He just can’t get enough of you. “Need me to take the ache away?”

A moan escapes your lips as you yield, unable to resist him. Your body, seemingly under his command, surrenders to its desires.

His tongue presses against yours, never losing contact. He quickly flips the both of you around, pushing you until your back met the countertop of the island. With determination, he lifts you onto it, shoving anything that finds solace there, to the floor. His hands push you down, so you now lay sprawled on the counter in the center of the kitchen. You replacing the breakfast Charles had made.

“Mon dieu,” My God. He growls at the sight of your legs spread and bare for him. “Je pourrais mourir heureux.” I could die happy. You have no idea what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. Especially when his tongue met your clit, licking you as if you were the last meal on Earth and he was starving.

His two fingers slid into your heated core, curling them to brush your g-spot with every stroke. “Tellement bon,” So fucking good. He’s moaning into your pussy, sending you into oblivion.

“Putain de salope.” Fucking dirty slut. He manages to mumble in between your legs, the vibration of his words pushing you closer to the edge.

Around his fingers, you clench. You revel in the feeling of him in you, no matter what or how it’s done. Your fingers clench in his hair, it’s longer than the first time you met, tugging to anchor yourself. His hands on you are equivalent to an out of body experience. You could never tire of it.

“You like that?” Yes! You wanted to yell. You more than liked it. You loved it.

It wasn’t until his other hand, the one not inside of you, groped one of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, that you went flying over the edge, relishing in the waves of pleasure as he continues to thrust his fingers in you – coaxing you through the orgasm.

His mouth is hot on you, swallowing anything you’ll give him. Your legs shake, his mouth on you becoming too much as you squirm until he stops and looks at you, his lips glossy and coated.

“Tellement foutrement doux,” So fucking sweet. He murmured as he pulled you up, holding you in an upright position to look at him. You still don’t know what he’s saying, but you didn’t care. Your ears were ringing as you came down from your high, feeling limp against the hands of Charles.

You shut your eyes as you began to feel the panic surge. You gave in, again. He peppered small kisses to your neck, almost too softly, a stark contrast from how he treats you in the midst of sex. He was soft with you now -- tender. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to stop. As if sensing your panic, Charles tips your chin to look at him.

“Cherie, you are made for me.” You feel the panic claw at your throat, constricting you, and the tears begin to spill from your eyes. “Don’t you see?”

You did see it. You could see it clear as day. After all, there wasn’t a day that he wasn’t on your mind since the first encounter. You don’t understand what’s happening to you. How could you betray Max like this? He didn’t deserve it, and you didn’t deserve him. It feels like there’s no choice when it comes to Charles. It’s as if your body responds instantly to his mere gaze. He’s the batteries, and you’re the remote control. Completely useless without its batteries.

You knew you had to tell Max. You couldn’t bear to hurt him any further. You observed Charles begin to furrow his eyebrows in frustration as he sensed you withdrawing from him. The sight pained him, and it hurt to witness.

“I need to tell Max,” You started, but were quickly cut off by a voice.

“Tell Max what?”

You felt your heart stop and face flush red, as none other than Max stood just a few feet away in the entry way of your home, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a spare key to your apartment in the other. Time seemed to slow down as you observed Max’s eyes darting between the proximity of you and Charles. There you were, perched on the counter, with Charles standing between your legs. Your cheeks flushed red as you sat with nothing but Charles t-shirt on your body. The kitchen island was wiped clean, everything scattered on the floor. The air hung heavy with an unspoken tension.

He didn’t even speak. He simply dropped the flowers and spare key on the entry way table and turned around, heading for the door. You shoved Charles out of the way, running towards the door. Running towards Max.

“Please, I can explain,” you were shouting. Completely panicked. But really, there was nothing to explain. It was clear as day, all cards laid out on the table in front of Max’s eyes.

“You don’t need to explain.” He scoffed, his jaw clenched in anger, as his eyes bounced from you, standing in front of him, to Charles, who remained planted in the kitchen. “Ik ben er klaar mee.” I’m done. He spoke in his native tongue, knowing you understood.

“Ik walg van je.” You disgust me. His words were sharp, stabbing you where it hurt most. He couldn’t even look you in the eye as he stepped out of the apartment as fast as he could.

You convince yourself that something has to be wrong with you. You were so mad that you did this. So mad that you hurt Max. But still, despite it all, everything with Charles feels so right.

Tears spilled hotly from your eyes, falling to the floor as you sobbed into your hands. Charles hurried over, lifting you to your feet and cradling you in his arms. Swiftly, he carried you to your bed, gently placing you on the covers. Pulling you into his chest, he held you tightly, providing comfort and solace.

“Je te protégerai.” I’ll keep you safe. Charles mutters into the nape of your neck, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry into him. “Tu es faite pour moi.” You’re meant for me.

You cried for what felt like hours. Charles only continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as he held you. You cried until you were limp with exhaustion, eyes closing, surrounded in the warmth of Charles. You didn’t deserve it.

“I will be here when you wake up, Cherie.” ----------- sorry max, you need to lose something 🤭

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imaniwriting · 4 months

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Season 2 rafe when he has to leave his love reader to go live somewhere else because if wards 'death' and so he calls insomnia!reader at night and talks with her ti make her go to sleep and the pouges listen in on there conversation because they were accidentally hiding in his room?? Sorry if it doesn't make sense 😭

(Some requests got deleted and i don't remember them well enough to still write the imagine)

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 (requests are open)

Warnings : swearing

Summary : when rafe left, you realized that it wasn’t the pills that cured your insomnia it was rafe

Genre : fluff

Ever since rafe left you could not sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, no rather the opposite every part of your body begged for rest but your brain didn’t grant those wishes.

Only now had you realized that Rafe was the reason you slept so good. The way his arms were wrapped around you or the way you were close enough to hear his heart beat was the reason you could sleep.

But now all these things were gone, his scent, his kisses, his hugs maybe never coming back. You hit your head against the pillow hoping that maybe something in your head would move and you would fall asleep. But it didn’t and you were left to stare at the ceiling.

Then your phone started ringing making you flinch since it was so quiet only the sound of the waves hitting shore. “Fucking hell” you groaned sitting up in your queen sized bed.

You picked up your phone and put on your glasses the one you only used when it was night since you didn't like the way you looked with them.

You picked up the call with a smile after seeing the callers id and not long after Rafe’s face popped up on the screen “hi” you breathed out after seeing him smile at you through the screen.

“You have your glasses on!” He exclaimed laughing when you just stared at him he apologized and stared at you through the screen. “God i fucking miss you already.” He admitted he would never do so in front of anybody else but you were different.

“He’s whipped” whispered JJ from his place in the walk in closet the pouges all were stuffed into when they saw rafe entering the room. Sarah nodded she knew her brother he would never in a thousand years admit affection for someone.

“So what are you doing Mr. Cameron why are you still awake? You asked curiously while laying back down on her bed. Rafe shook his head “im awake because i know you can’t sleep and that you most likely wont until i help you to” he explained getting comfortable on his bed.

“Well i would love to tell you, you are wrong but sadly you aren’t.” You replied sighing. ”didn't know y/n needed help sleeping” john b piped up leaning his head against the wall. Even though he was nervous about the whole being in Rafe Cameron’s closet thing he found it quite amusing.

“Did you at least try and take your pill’s?” He asked softly seeing the tired look on her face. “You just want me to fucking tell you that I can’t sleep without you do you Rafe?”

“Maybe” he said smiling slightly you were the only person that could read him. You let out a yawn which made Rafe smile harder he knew that this was the first stage now he only had to tell you random stories about his life before you and you’ll sleep.

”dude this is actually impressive” whispered Pope making JJ frown at him “what the fact that she starts getting tired?” He asked making pope shake his head “well not exactly that but it takes a lot to make a insomniac sleepy by just talking to them” he explained

“Baby, how was your day?” You asked running your hand through your hair. And with that Rafe started talking about how he missed you and how his day looked like without you. At the end you were fast asleep and the pouges were also trying not to fall asleep. It was after all almost 3 am.

“Good night baby i have to take care of something” rafe whispered hanging up and then he stood up walking over to the walk in closet already knowing what was waiting on him on the other side.

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thejakeslayla · 7 months

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╰─▸ ❝ soulmate connection ❞ - ,, jake sim

pairing bf!jake x gn!reader ୨୧ genre fluff non idol au ୨୧ warnings none ୨୧ wc 0.5k ୨୧ req; prompt 20 (falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them, but their partner squeezed in behind them); dialouge 27 (“how come you always end up under my blanket?”);

you signed while entering your flat, the first week of autumn was absolutely awful. not just because of the heavy workload but also due to the relentless weather.

you had always enjoyed the rain, but only when you were snugly wrapped in a blanket with a warm cup of tea and soft music playing in the background, listening to the raindrops gently tapping against your window. the rain lost its charm when you found yourself soaked for the third time this week as you stepped inside your flat.

without wasting any time, you changed into dry clothes and took a soothing warm shower, hoping to restore your body to its normal temperature. exiting the bathroom, you couldn't ignore the uncomfortable sensation in your throat, and your head throbbed.

cursing silently, you realised you were experiencing the first symptoms of a cold. a few minutes later, you entered the living room, clutching a couple of medicine packages in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. you settled down and placed everything on the coffee table.

you turned on the tv to break the silence that had filled your apartment and took the pills, all the while trying to focus on the show playing.

you didn’t even noticed when you drifted off to sleep on the sofa, your body curled up in search of warmth.

when jake arrived at the apartment, he noticed the unusual quietness, the only sound being the muffled tv. he was surprised that you didn't greet him as usual, assuming you were just focused on the show playing. however, he was surprised when he entered the living room and found you fast asleep, surrounded by medication. concern immediately welled up within him.

"oh, my angel," he whispered softly, gently brushing the hair away from your face. he planted a tender kiss on your forehead and briefly left the living room to get a blanket from your shared bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes along the way.

upon his return, you were still in a deep asleep. jake covered you with the blanket and contemplated that taking a quick afternoon nap wouldn't hurt anyone. he carefully manoeuvred your body to create some space for himself, and as he did, you groaned in your sleep, instinctively wrapping your arms around him, your cheek resting against his chest.

ake's heart nearly melted when he saw how cuddly you were. he couldn't resist planting another kiss on your cheek, which stirred you from your slumber. you rubbed your eyes and glanced around, a bit disoriented when you found yourself unable to move due to jake's arms embracing you.

"jake? you're back already?" your voice sounded husky and deep, likely from a sore throat.

"sweetheart, you sound terrible. didn't you wear the scarf i got you?" he inquired, his hand gently stroking your hair.

"i didn't," you admitted, resting your head on his chest once more. you closed your eyes, listening to the soothing rhythm of jake's heartbeat. "i was in a hurry this morning."

your boyfriend let out a sigh in response, his fingers continuing to play with your hair.

“how come you always end up under my blanket?” you broke the silence after a few minutes. "especially when i need you the most?"

"i just know, my love," he replied, his voice still soft, just like honey; a sweet feeling wrapping around your heart. "it's what they call a soulmate connection."

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crosshairlovebot · 2 months

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i've got you / hunter x gn!reader

pairing: hunter x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has endearments.

description: hunter finds you unwell, so he tries his best to take care of you.

word count: 1,779

warnings: references to illness (fever, headache, coughing, sneezing, lethargy). but otherwise, it's soft hunter at his softest.

been writing much hunter lately! i'm not complaining! (but i will try and get some crosshair out next week) i wrote this super quick for a twitter mutual <3 but i hope this brings comfort to anyone who's reading and sick. you deserve an attentive hunter looking after you.

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.

Hunter knew something wasn’t right as soon as he walked into the Marauder. He’d come back after leaving the rest of the squad at 79’s, deciding he wasn’t in the mood to go out, especially when you’d decided to stay back on the ship, citing a headache. He’d initially offered to stay back with you, but you’d waved him off, insisting he go out with his brothers since they rarely got time off and you’d hate it if he used that time to sit around with you on the ship.

“I’m just going to lay in bed and maybe fall asleep early. I’m feeling a little tired anyway. Very boring stuff. Go have fun, Hunter. You need it,” you had told him as you came out of the fresher, face washed and in the comfiest clothes you had – baggy pants and short-sleeved shirt that you’d stolen from one of Wrecker’s old civvie disguises.

He’d been apprehensive but had left with his brothers anyway, telling you to comm him if you needed anything.

It had barely been an hour when he’d told Crosshair he was leaving, and to keep an eye on the others. Not only was the club loud and overcrowded, but he also just wanted to be with you.

But when he stepped onto the Marauder, something felt off. He could feel it in the air, and the sound of uneven breaths made the hair on his arms prickle under his blacks. He walked further into the ship, calling your name softly when he heard sniffles and a cough.

“Cyare? Hey,” he said when he saw you lying in his bunk, covered in a blanket and looking much worse than when he left you. You were unwell; the headache had been a precursor to something more serious. You squinted up at him as his shadow covered your eyes. He crouched down next to you immediately and ran a hand over your hair gently. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You groaned but leaned into his touch. “You’re supposed to be out.”

“I’m glad I came back.” Hunter pressed the back of his gloved hand to your forehead. Even through the skin-tight fabric, he could feel you burning up. “You should’ve called me,” he chided, a frown etched into his brow.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter under your chin, and coughing lightly again. Hunter grazed the back of his fingers against your cheek.

“You’re never a bother. Why would you think that?” he asked, shaking his head.

You just shrugged, then sneezed under the blanket. When you re-emerged, moaning in discomfort, Hunter gave your cheek another caress before he put his hands on his knees and stood up. “I’m getting you a cold towel for your head.”

“No, don’t go,” you weakly protested as he walked off to the fresher.

“I’ll just be a minute, love,” he said and went to rifle under the fresher sink for a small clean towel, cursing that he and his brothers weren’t tidier. Once he found one, he quickly wet it in cold water and wrung out the excess before walking back to the bunk. You cracked open your eyes when you heard his footsteps and twisted on your back as he crouched down again.

“Here,” he said softly as he placed the cold towel on your forehead, smoothing it down. You hummed before a shiver went through your body.

“Have you taken anything?” Hunter asked.

“A couple of pills when you guys left,” you told him, eyes drifting shut again. Hunter frowned. He wasn’t used to treating sick people. Clones rarely ever got sick, their immune systems engineered to withstand any illnesses. Any time he was treated for anything, it was for injuries, and Tech usually handled it.

But Hunter was your partner, in every sense of the word. He wanted to be there for you in any way he could. Not just as the leader of the squad, but as someone who loved you more than he thought he could ever love anyone.

He always took care of the people he loved.

So, he tried to remember what they’d learnt from their training modules as cadets, the ones that detailed nat-born illnesses and how to treat them if they ever encountered sick civilians.

Fever, sneezing, coughing, headache. Sounded like a flu-type sickness. Maybe you had picked it up on Felucia during their mission there a few days ago.

You’d already taken some medication, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to for the next few hours. He just had to try and make you comfortable and ease the symptoms of the fever as much as he could while the medication worked.

Hunter gently flipped the cool towel to the other side as he looked down at the blanket. “You need to keep cool, cyare. We don’t want the fever to get too high,” he hooked his fingers over the edge of the blanket. You made a sound of protest but ultimately let him remove the blanket, pushing it down to the end of the bunk. You shivered, but you looked up at him, eyes blinking at him. He’d never seen you look so helpless before, and he hated it. He cupped your jaw, skin still hot, thumb moving over your cheekbone.

“Where’s your water canteen?” he asked.

You nodded to the cockpit, and he went to go get it, filling it up on the way. He crouched beside you. “Can you sit up?”

You nodded and tried to move. Hunter grabbed the towel from your forehead before he placed a hand under your shoulder blades and held your arm to support the change in position, fixing the pillow behind you. You groaned, complaining about the heaviness in your body as you sat there. He looked at you, shoulders slumped forward, peaky expression on your face as you rubbed your eyes. Being sick looked miserable, and he wished he could take it from you and suffer with it himself, just so you didn’t have to. He unscrewed the canteen.

“Small sips, okay?” He held the lip of the canteen to your lips and the back of your head as you tilted back and took three small sips before Hunter pulled the canteen away. Some water dribbled down your lip and chin and he gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You looked over at him, brows slanted down. You looked upset, which surprised him a little.

“What is it?” He asked, screwing the canteen shut again.

You made a noncommittal noise and slowly moved to lie down again. Hunter cradled your head as you guided it down to the pillow, removing his hand once you were fully down. He ran his hand over your hair again. He watched your eyes close slowly at the movement. He repeated it a few times, soothing you the only way he really knew how. He tried not to worry too much, but it was hard when you barely had the energy to look at him. He knew nat-borns slowly got better from illnesses such as these in a matter of days, and he would have Tech check you over once they all got back, but he didn’t like seeing you like this; eyes dull, skin clammy, body curled up. He just wanted you to get better sooner rather than later.

After a few moments, he picked up the now half-dry towel and said, “Gonna wet this again.”

He stood up and walked to the fresher, and when he came back, he placed the damp towel back on your forehead. As he pulled away, you grabbed his hand and cradled it to your chest, interlocking your fingers together and sighing. He smiled softly.

“Oh, ner cyare,” he whispered gently.

“I’m sorry, Hunter,” you croaked.

Hunter shook his head. “It’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick. It happens.”

“Not to you,” you scowled at his hand like it was to blame for his immunity to illness.

“Well, I can’t help that.” His mouth tilted up at the corner.

You fiddled with his fingers and traced lines down to his palms. “I just feel so helpless like this.”

“Lucky for you, I’m here now. I’ve got you,” he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. He lingered there for a second before he pulled away, his other hand coming to your cheek.

You looked up at him, pout on your lips. “I didn’t want to ruin your night out.”

Hunter caressed your cheek. “There was nothing to ruin. You’re my priority.”

“Still. I’m sorry,” you said before kissing his fingers.

Hunter shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He adjusted the towel and then fixed the pillow underneath your head, so it was better supporting your neck. “Do you feel like some food?” he asked. He wanted to feel useful to you, but he didn’t know what else he could offer right now.

You shook your head. “Just wanna sleep.”

“Then sleep, love,” he said, pulling his hand from yours and sitting on the floor next to the bunk, his back against the wall opposite, legs stretched out and the soles of his feet resting against the bunk frame. “I’ll be here.”

You watched him, mouth pressing into a line before you reached out to him and your voice said quietly, “Closer?”

Hunter smiled. “Hang on.”

He stood up and began to remove his armour. Piece by piece, he placed it in a pile on one of the chairs in the centre of the ship. Now only in his blacks, he made his way back to you. You opened your eyes again and smiled when you saw him in his underarmour. He crouched down.

“Shuffle over,” he whispered, and you obliged, moving slowly so your back was almost up against the wall. Hunter climbed in next to you, sitting up in case he needed to move out if you got too hot. Once he was situated, you shuffled closer, head resting against his thigh, eyes closed. You’d curled yourself in a ball, and Hunter looked down as he repositioned the cool towel on your head, making sure it was in the right place.

“Rest, cyare. I’m right here.” He stroked your head, then moved his hand down to your shoulder, rubbing his thumb there. You snuggled into the side of his leg, letting out a sigh.

“Love you,” you mumbled as you began to drift off to sleep.

He smiled down at you, his hand stilling as he rested his palm, so it cupped the curve of your shoulder and kept you close to him. “Love you.”

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jpnriikicore · 10 months

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── eyes don’t lie

paring colby brock x gn!reader, word count 533, ( masterlist )

late night warm weather of mid-july swarmed your body as you lay in bed. you’ve attempted to fall sleep for the past hour now. the ceiling fan doing very little to cool your body as you feel hot and sweaty more at times then others, but it seems that you can’t fall asleep as you stare up at your bedroom ceiling thinking about one thing, colby.

there was nights where insomnia was worse than others. the countless of nights you’ve spent with colby you knew he had many restless nights as well.

you grumbled shifting in your sheets to lay on your side as you hear the costume ringtone. you sluggishly reached out for your phone and accepted the call.

"hey, colbs." your tired voice rang through the phone as you rubbed your eyes with your free hand.

"shit, did i wake you?"

"no not at all i’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past hour or so," you shift onto your side again. "i’m assuming that the sleeping pills aren’t working."

"no," he sighed heavily. "it seems like nothing is working."

comfortable silence rang through the phone. "colby?" he hummed in response. "can we go on a drive?"

you two always go on spontaneous drives with no destination and no plans. most of the time it was just killing time until you get sleepy enough to actually fall asleep instead of staring at the ceiling until sunrise.

"i’m on my way."

after saying your goodbyes you hung up the phone. you throw your thin sheets over to the side slipping out of bed. tiredly walking towards your closet turning on the light. you blink a few times adjusting to the dim light as you slip on xplr hoodie. you turn off your closet light using your phone flashlight to watch where your going as you make your way to your front door slipping on the first pair of shoes you see. through the window you see his headlights in your driveway.

you sleepy stumble out of your house and down your driveway into the passenger seat of his car.

it was now five in the morning almost six with very very pretty blue painted in the sky with no clouds in sight. the street lights were still on lighting up the almost empty road as a another car passes you. the first car you’ve seen in a hour.

last night you only got three hours of sleep. so, the lack of sleep the night before and none tonight was getting the best of you. your eyes are beginning to become droopy.

your elbow is popped on the console as your head rests in your hand.

"pretty baby," he whispered, petting your hair. he whispered it so quietly it was like he didn’t want you to hear him call you a pet name. you now had all his undivided attention since he was now stopped at a red light.

"i’m surprised you even lasted this long without falling asleep." you hummed in response too tired to actually give a response back.

you rest in the seat letting the warmth of your his hoodie surround you. you gaze over at him catching him for the millionth time that night staring at you. your heart starts racing wildly pumping against your rib cage at the mere eye contact with him.

you know about his "hidden" feelings for you. even though he’s never admitted it out loud he’s never had too. his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

eyes don’t lie.

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chrisstopherfilmed · 3 months

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HIGH ENOUGH?

Chris sturniolo x fem reader

Summary: you and Chris hated each other or at least that’s what you all thought. But one night when you and the triplets were getting high together, something changed between you and chris.

NOT PROOF-READ

A/n: this is the “short story” that I was doing with Chris but NEWFLASH it’s not short 💀💀💀💀 also I am working on a part 3 of caught so just give me some time😁

Warnings: cussing, drug use/mentions, abusive relationship and family, mentions of begging roofed/r*ped NOT INTO DETAIL, suggestive content(not fully smut), use of y/n

CONTENT WARNING: Before reading this story look at the warnings . There is mentions of abusive relationships/ treatment, drugs, being roofed and r*ped. If that is triggering to you please do not read this. The suggesting parts do not go into detail about being r*ped, roofed, abused, ext. I would never go into detail about that kind of stuff. Just please DO NOT read if that is triggering for you ‼️

(Back story)

You and chris hated each other, so it was no surprise when you went to the triplets place to hang out with Nick, you best friend and Matt who you were close to, you and Chris would give each other dirty looks and nasty comments about each others outfits, hair, ect.

You’d been to their house 4 times already just this week. You had a bad reputation with relationships, and a bad house-hold. You needed to escape and the only place you could go was over to their place.

When you texted Matt to pick you up he would be there as fast as he could knowing what goes on in your house behind closed doors. Also you had just gotten out of an abusive relationship with your now ex boyfriend. He would leave bruises all over your body, drug you into having sex with him, basically raping you. Your parents would get drunk almost every night.

Your mom normally would fall asleep but your dad would hit you if you didn’t do what he said. And it made it even worse that he would give you crazy tasks to complete, like cleaning the roof of your 3 story house. He would even try and force you to take drugs that could kill you.

Nick knew that your parents had been getting worse with you so he allowed you to come over WHENEVER you needed no matter what time it was he would answer the phone. One time you called him at 4 in the morning and the phone didn’t even ring 3 times before Nick picked up.

And it just so happened that tonight that your dad was trying to shove pills down your throat he got from druggies that almost died from those pills. Luckily you pushed him off of you running to your room, locking your door and putting your dresser in front of it to call Matt and Nick to come get you.

(Present time)

10pm

“Shit, shit, shit” you said trying to put your dresser in front of your door, your hands shaking, eyes watery from your crying. You grab your phone running to the window and calling Matt. You open your window to get ready to jump out, grabbing the emergency bag you had just for this situation.

“Hey, you ready?” Matt says and you hear him get Nick and Chris grabbing his keys and walking out the door to his car. “Yes, please hurry!” You say still shaking trying to stop crying. “Hey, y/n please breath I don’t want you to hyperventilate. Y/n just listen to my voice and breath please” Nick says as he takes the phone from Matt and you hear the car start

“We are on our way, no less then two minutes, be ready” Nick says “ok, I love you Nick, bye” you say “love you too” Nick says hanging up. You turn around to hear your dad’s voice getting closer. “Fuck” you whisper under your breath. You step out of your window onto the rooftop and close it behind you waiting for Matt, Nick, and Chris to arrive.

As you’re waiting in the cold on your rooftop you see your door getting shook as if someone was trying to open it. You knew it wouldn’t hold long and your dad would be in your room by no time. Getting worried you turn back to the street seeing Matt’s car siting in front of your house. “Y/n” nick yells from the back as you jump off the ledge of your window rooftop.

You run to the car getting in as fast as you can throwing your emergency bag in the back. “Babe what is on your wrists?” Nick says pull you to him in a soft warm hug looking at your bruised wrists then noticing the ones on your shoulder and down your arms.

He traces his fingers over all the marks your dad and ex boyfriend left on your body. You wince at the pain from the newish one. “If I ever meet your ex I swear I will beat the living shit out of him, no doubt in my mind” Chris says jaw clenched look back at you and Nick “why are you being so nice” you say to Chris with a soft tone, just calming down from crying.

“I’ve released I’ve been a dick to you a lot lately, and I don’t want to hurt you more than you already have been. I just want to be here for you like Matt and Nick are, cus we are all you’ve really got” Chris says, truth in his eyes indicating he is not being sarcastic “ok you love birds, what do yall want to eat” Matt says pulling into the McDonald’s drive-thur

“Just the usual” you and Nick say. You finally fully calmed down knowing you were safe in nicks arms, with 3 strong boys around you to protect you from any harm. You never really voiced it much but you loved them so much and appreciated them more. Chris was right, they were all you had and you couldn’t lose them.

As you arrive to their house, Matt turns off the car grabbing the bag of food getting out of the car followed by Chris. You reach in the trunk grabbing your bag and getting out with Nick walking towards their house. You stand behind Matt and Chris as they open the door stepping inside.

Before you could walk inside Nick grabs your arm pulling you towards him. “Hey, you promise your okay? I really wouldn’t know what I would do without you, so if something else is happing with jack (the ex boyfriend) or anything with your mom and more stuff with your dad-“ he trails off

“Nick I promise you would be the first person to know, I love you so much” you say and you pull Nick into a deep hug. “You all coming?” Matt says setting his keys down, taking off his shoes and walking to the couch. “Yeah” you call out grabbing Nicks arm pulling him into the house with you

You take your shoes off, run upstairs to nicks room to set down your bag, and run back downstairs to eat the food you just got. You cuddle up next to Nick in the couch where everyone was sitting as Matt hands out the food. “Matt pick a movie to watch” Nick says eating a chicken nugget. “Ok” Matt says grabbing the remote and turning on a movie

(Later)

It was now closer to 12am. Everyone had finished their food and the movie was almost over. Non of you were tired though “I’m bored” you says and you lay your head down in nicks lap “me too” nick says starting to rub your hair “wanna smoke?” Chris says getting up from the couch to grab the supplies

“Duh” you and Nick say “I’m down” Matt says standing up and grabbing the trash from the food to throw away. Chris and Matt walk back into the living room supplies and necessary things in their hands. Chris gets to work assembling and rolling a blunt for you 4 to smoke.

Chris sits down next to Nick picking up your legs and putting them on his lap so you are stretched out on-top of them. Matt sits down on the floor in front of you all. Chris takes the blunt putting it up to his mouth and lighting it, breathing in the smoke then passing it to Matt.

Matt breaths in the smoke slowly with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, then passing it to Nick. Nick does the same thing and passing it to you. You repeat the process handing it to Chris, who hands it to Matt, who hands it to Nick, and so on, until you all start to get really faded. Laughing at each others jokes and talking like there’s no tomorrow.

Once the blunt is finished Chris cleans everything up. And Matt heads to his room to go to sleep, mostly because of how relaxed he is from smoking. Your still laying in nicks lap staring at the calling while Nick combs his hands threw your hair.

“Do you ever think you could just live here” Nick says starting a conversation “what do you mean” you say back “like move in with us, and just share my room” he says looking down at you “yea I think about it all the time, but I can’t leave my mom alone with my dad-“ you say pausing, thoughts running through your head of your dad hitting your mom

“I can’t leave my mom alone with my dad, knowing what he does to her when I’m not there” you says almost whispering back to Nick “I know, I just really can live without you, I don’t want anything to ever happen to you” he says

Chris walks back into the living room to announce he is going to sleep. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Nick” he says “ok there’s the rudeness again” you say to Chris rolling your eyes “there’s the attitude problem” he says rolling his eyes back and walking off to his room

“God I can’t stand him” you say to Nick “Imagine having to live with him” Nick says laughing making you laugh to “he was just being nice I don’t understand why he had to start back up being rude” you says rolling your eyes

“Probably from smoking” nick says shrugging his shoulders. You sit up from nicks lap and stand up of the couch “come on, I’m tired” you say heading towards nicks room gesturing him to come with you

As you get into his room you change into your pjs hoping in bed with Nick. “Goodnight Nick” you says turning on your side “goodnight y/n” he says closing his eyes and going to sleep

(2am)

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing from texts. Nick was a deep sleeper so it didn’t wake him up. You grab your phone and look at the texts. There is 3 from chris. “Why is he texting me at 2 in the morning” you thought to yourself

(Start of texts)

Chris:

Hey will you come down here please

Chris:

I really need to talk to you

Chris:

Please?

You:

Chris it’s 2 in the morning can’t you just wait till tomorrow?

Chris:

(End of texts)

With that you got up out of nicks bed as quiet as you could to not disturb Nick. You walked to his door opening it very softly then shutting it when you were out in the hall. It confused you why Chris wanted to talk to you when not even 4 hours ago he was being rude to you.

You walk down the stairs quietly to Chris’s room. As you get in front of the door you start to regret coming down here. But you knock anyways. 3 little taps on his door. The door opens and there stands Chris.

No shirt, wet hair indicating he juts got out of the shower, plaid sweat pants on, with the chain he’d always wear hanging around his next. You try not to look him up and down, but you can’t help yourself so you take a glimpse of him, your eyes skimming down his body and back up to his face

“My eyes are up here stupid” he says rolling his eyes “if your gonna be rude to me why did you need to talk to me so bad” you say dragging out the (so) to make it more dramatic. “Because I needed to talk to you about him” he says jaw starting to clench

“Can I come in?” You says trying to get into his room “uh yeah sorry” he says letting you through and sitting on his bed as you follow him “why do you care about my ex so much?” You says kind of laughing looking at Chris but he didn’t laugh so you stopped

“Because he hurt you, and I don’t ever want anyone to hurt you” he says looking down “and I feel like I failed to protect you because I let him do that to you” he says starting to play with his hands

“Chris you didnt let him hurt me, you didn’t know he was hurting me” you say to reassure him while making him look at you “I know but I just feel bad” he says sadness in his eye “Chris, I promise it’s okay” “you don’t need to protect me, I can do that on my own” you say

There was some awkward silence for a moment until Chris leaned in to kiss you. You had no idea what you were doing, why you leaned in too, but all you knew was that you were kissing Chris sturniolo, your best friends brother

You all were still a little high from how much you smoked. So maybe that’s why he was kissing you. But was it? Did he really actually like you? Was he kissing you for his own benefit, or was it the drugs?

The kiss got heavier and more powerful. He was kissing you like he had been starved, like you were a Pepsi can that he was chugging. Like you were going to disappear if he stopped.

You disconnected your lips leaning back from him and just stared at him. “Shit, I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry y/n” he says starting to ramble “Chris it’s okay, I liked it” you say staring up at him

“You liked it? Why would you says “I liked it”? That’s so weird? Who does that?” You thought to yourself. Before you knew it Chris was already kissing you again. His hand on your chin pulling you impossibly closer. He leaned back on his bed and pull you onto his lap.

His kisses trailed down from you lips to your chin, then to your neck. He started kissing, biting, and sucking marks into your neck that would definitely be a hickey by tomorrow.

Then his kisses trailed down to your arms, kissing every last one of your bruises. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that the boy you use to fight with every day from your childhood to now was kissing your bruises.

He stopped kissing you and looked up at you through his eyelashes “Chris” you says with a soft tone so quietly he could barely hear you “yeah?” He says with puffy pink lips and lust in his eyes “can we not have sex?” You say nervously. You didn’t want to have sex with him only because of how your ex used to treat you. It was just to triggering for you

“Y/n, I would never push you to anything you didn’t want to do” “if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I promise it doesn’t bother me. I’m just happy to be kissing you” he says reassuring you so you wouldn’t get even more nervous or cry

“Thank you” you say. And with that he puts his hand on the back of your neck pulling you down softly to kiss him again. Why were you kissing Chris? Why did you feel good about it? You were supposed to hate him. What would Nick do if he saw this? Why are you enjoying it?

All the thoughts ran through your head. But the biggest one was what Chris felt like when he kissed you. It was passionate, sweet and soft, but strong and hungry. But why was he kissing you? God this wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t, but you couldn’t get enough.

You starting you pull your hands from his neck down to his chest, running your cold hands up and down his warm chest. He hummed into your kiss from this telling you he liked it. His hands ran from your chin to down your arms and stopped at your waist.

He started to guide your waist moving it back and forth on him, grinding you down on him. You started to feel his bulge growing. He moved you faster and his kisses trailed back down to you neck

You both knew you weren’t going to have sex, but you wanted to help him get off. You slowing stopped kissing him, getting off his lap and told him to sit at the edge of his bed.

You looked at him while you got on your knees in between his thighs. You put your hands at the edge of his sweats and boxers looking at him your consent. He nodded and you pulled his sweat and boxers down his legs.

His bulge sprung out hitting his happy-trail. He hissed as the cold air hit him. You looked at him wondering how you were gonna fit all oh him in your mouth, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

With that you took him in your hands. Circling his tip collecting the precum. Then rubbing it up and down him. You brought you mouth close to his tip giving it a kiss, then taking it in your mouth.

He bucked up his hips needed more than what you were giving him. With that you took as much of him in your mouth as you could, using your hand for what didn’t fit. Your head bobbing up and down. His hands went to your hair tugging on it slightly.

Quite moans and groans let his mouth. He gripped your hair tighter as you went faster. “I’m not gonna last long” he said in between his groans. Hearing that made you go even faster. “F-fuck” he said guiding your head on him.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it” “I have to cum” he said whimpering. He was a mess underneath you, a whimpery, whiny, mess. He groaned on more time, but this time it was loud, and his cum shot down your throat. It seeped out of you mouth and you tried to get as much as you could before pulling off him

He looked at you in awe before wiping the sides of your mouth while you fell back on your butt. “Fuck I didn’t know you were that good” he said. You laughed “no I’m serious like I’ve never came that hard in my life” he said with a straight face

You both got up walking to his bathroom. You sat on the countertop while he cleaned himself up, getting a new pair of sweats and boxers. Then grabbing you off the counter and kissing you one last time.

“I have to get back to Nick, he’s gonna wake up and realize I’m gone” you says whispering looking up and him while his hand trailed your waist “Ok, I’ll see you in the morning” he said giving you one last kiss “goodnight” you said “goodnight y/n” he said before you left his room and headed back to nicks.

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A/n: yall this was NOT a short story lmaoooo but anyways i hope yall enjoyed it and im working on part 3 of caught right now so dont worry, its coming soon‼️‼️

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pairing: hard dom!joel miller x desperate!reader

ao3 crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44445643

rating: explicit (minors DNI)

word count: 7.8k+

summary: joel is your only hope, unfortunately. you and him aren't on the best of terms…not after you left him for dead during a smuggling run. but, he's the only one you can turn to when there's no one left in your life that gives a fuck, so you swallow your pride and ask for help from the man who hates your guts.

a/n: as always please read through ALL the warnings before proceeding: porn with plot, **dubious consent**, hard dom!joel miller, enemies to lovers, heavy angst (be ready for feels!), age gap, jealousy, possessive behavior, size difference, breaking and entering, use of the words "sir"/"princess", dom/sub undertones, death threats, degradation, spit, praise kink, forced orgasms, squirting, spanking, bdsm, choking, knife play, unprotected piv, breeding kink, body worship, minor injuries/scars, hair-pulling, alcohol mention, drug abuse (sleeping pills), hurt/comfort, no use of y/n

enjoy this little one-shot I whipped up in the moment! it's been raining and I love the idea of being stuck in the rain with nowhere else to go except to your worst enemy's home ;) have a fun read!

｡ﾟ🌨｡ﾟ｡⋆ ﾟ petrichor (n.): the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil ｡ﾟ🌨｡ﾟ｡⋆ ﾟ

You're about to do something very stupid. Though, it's not like that's atypical for you. You're used to doing impulsive things, but this…this is just downright idiotic.

Breaking into Joel Miller's apartment in the middle of a hurricane may take the cake of shit you really should not do in your lifetime. You reason to yourself that you'll hide there until you dry off and then you'll find some other place to fuck off to. He should be asleep so you'll have at least a few hours if he took the pills. He loves those pills. They're the only thing that will get him to sleep.

You remember being on the road with him, out to pick up the very pills he was used to taking and smuggling them back. To think, he actually lived after you left him for dead. In your defense, you're younger and the moment those slavers caught up to him, you weren't going to stop running in hopes of saving him.

You both were only business partners, anyways. You were the liaison, he was the muscle. That's all you were. Nothing else.

Even the few times you both were bored out of your minds, waiting for a contact, the sex was to kill time. It wasn't bad, but there wasn't any feeling in it. Neither of you can feel much. You've lost enough and so has he. You both kept your distance from getting too close and that's why it worked, your little partnership.

That is, until you left him for dead.

Ever since he managed to get back, you haven't taken a single big smuggling job. You've completely cut yourself from the network because you don't want to deal with the wrath of Joel Miller. You settled for solo trips between cities to deliver smaller items, like letters between loved ones. The work didn't pay well and it was dangerous, but it was all you could do in the meantime.

You heard Joel was heading out of town for some job and he won't be back for a long while. That'll be when you can reintegrate yourself into the smuggling scene, without the fear of being murdered by him.

You've spent so much time avoiding him, and now you're about to throw all that away because you're fucking freezing your ass off in the pouring rain and you need a place to go that isn't flooded. All your usual spots are filled to the brink with water and you haven't had your own place in quite some time. Rent is too expensive and you don't need a space to call your own anyways.

Back to the matter at hand, this isn't the first time you've snuck into Joel's apartment.

You've done it three times.

The first time, it was to steal some of his booze. It was a long day with no pay at the end of it because your contact fucking cheaped out and got killed so you needed a drink and you weren't going to ask him for one. Steal first, beg for forgiveness later, though he never did find out.

The second time, you needed some pills. Sure, you could buy your own, or pocket a few on your runs, but you knew Joel kept the good shit for himself, so you snatched some and replaced them with counterfeits. They weren't going to kill him. Or, well, they didn't. You weren't actually sure if they were safe or not, but at that moment, you didn't really care.

People die all the time. What's one more death?

As for the last time you snuck into his apartment…it's the reason why you would never want to do it again. It didn't feel good. You can't explain it but you forgot why you were there in the first place the moment you saw Joel and Tess together. You watched from the fire escape outside the bedroom window as Joel held her more tenderly than he has ever held you. You wondered then if she meant something to him.

You wondered then if you ever meant something to him.

Maybe that's why you left him for dead. He didn't need you. He had Tess. You had no one but yourself to protect.

You hope—prayed—Tess wasn't there now. You don't know what you'd do if she was.

Could you still sneak in, or would seeing them together again break you once more?

You don't understand why it pains you as much as it does. Envy, you think, that must be it. You envy that Joel has someone he can hold like that, someone who can hold him like that, while you're all alone, cold and soaked in the rain.

You're sick and tired of this fucking rain, so you decide to say fuck it and sneak in.

If Tess is there, so be it. You'll live. Maybe.

With a quick spin of your lockpick, you easily get the bathroom window open, sliding quietly inside. The apartment is still and silent, so you're certain they're asleep if they are here. You take the moment to strip your clothes off, half because they're wet beyond salvageability, half because they'll be too loud for you to sneak into Joel's closet to take some spare clothes.

You dry yourself off with what you assume must be his towel because it smells musky with a hint of cigarettes and whiskey. You then make your way out of the bathroom, opening the door as slowly as you can so that it doesn't creak. It's fucking cold since you're completely naked, but you fight back the shivers as you tiptoe into the living room.

You hold in a sigh of relief when you see the bed is empty and Joel is asleep, alone, on the couch with an empty glass of whiskey on the table near him. He's knocked out. You should be fine for a few hours, like you predicted.

You still keep your guard up, being as stealthy as possible as you rummage through his closet for something to wear. You manage to find a shirt and some sweats that fit you decently and socks. You're very thankful for the socks.

Now, all you have to do is decide where you're going to hole up for the next few hours. You contemplate laying underneath the bed. You doubt Joel will check there for any reason and that way, you could maybe get some sleep since you'd be on your back. But, it's a bit too risky.

You could hang out in the closet, but he might need to look through it, so that's not the best option. Same goes for the bathroom. You'd have to be ready in case he needs to piss.

So, you throw the idea of sleep out the window. You just need a place to chill and not get caught.

Easier said than done, because the moment you decide to hide in the bathroom closet, arms wrap around your body and slam you to the hallway floor.

You spit out the word "fuck" as you try to get yourself back up, but then you feel a knife press against your neck, sobering you up from the pain real fast. Joel holds you down with his entire body, consuming you completely as he towers over you like a wild beast.

"Don't fucking move or I'll slit your throat, princess." Joel's southern accent has such a bite to it that you get more goosebumps than when you were cold.

"Alright." You stay completely still as you tell him, "I just need to stay until the rain stops, then I'll go. I won't bother you again, Joel. I promise."

"You've done enough bothering as it is." There's a tinge of anger in his tone and you know why it's there. "Why are you even here? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?"

You slowly shake your head then admit, "I had nowhere else to go. Everywhere's flooded."

"What happened to your place?" He knew you back when you had one. Probably assumed you still had it.

"Couldn't afford to keep living there. Haven't had a place of my own in a while." You don't know why you're being honest to him, but you're hoping it'll build some rapport so that he'll get off of you. "Will you please put the knife away?"

"You aren't in a position to make demands." He presses the knife further into your neck with those words, the blade cutting into you just enough for you to really feel it. "You've got some fucking nerve, breaking into my place and stealing my clothes."

"I'm sorry, Joel." You're starting to feel the air sting the cut on your neck and you bite back a wince as you plead, "I really didn't have anywhere else to go. I just wanted to get out of the rain. You weren't even supposed to know I was here."

"You think I didn't know?" It sounds like you've ticked him off more with that. "I've let you steal from me enough times, but this time, you aren't getting away with it, princess."

This is news to you. "You…knew?"

"You don't think I keep track of my whiskey and my pills?" He scoffs, irritated that you thought he wasn't going to notice.

Then what about…you don't ask. You can't bring yourself to.

If he knew you were there when he was with Tess, then Joel did it on purpose. He wanted you to see them together. He wanted you to suffer and yearn for a moment you could never have. Fucking asshole.

"You had plenty and you know it's hard for me to get shit." You retort, not allowing him to act so high and mighty. "They don't give a fuck about selling you alcohol or drugs because you're just a dying old man."

Right when you finish your sentence, Joel tosses the knife aside and before you can stop him, both of his hands wrap around your throat and press down hard. You gasp for air as he starts strangling you. You reach up with your hands, clawing at his arms, trying to get him the fuck off you, but he's so much stronger than you. He always has been.

"Is that all I ever was to you? A dying old man?" He spits in your face out of pure anger, making you flinch. "Is that why you left me there? Because you figured I'd be dead soon anyways, so why fucking bother? Do you know what those slavers did to me?"

You blink back tears, not from the pain of being choked out, but because you knew. You heard what happened to Joel. How they used him as their punching bag. How they forced him to kill people for them in the most sadistic ways. How they stripped away the last shred of humanity left in him before he found the strength to slaughter them all.

"I'm sorry." You breathe out meekly. "I'm so sorry…"

"No, you ain't." Joel releases you from his grip then, allowing you to breathe.

You swallow as much air as you can through your bruised neck. Every breath hurts but you're too desperate for air to care. Then, you start to sob because it's all too much.

"I shouldn't have left you, Joel." You confess everything to him in a moment of weakness. "I should've stayed and fought them, but I was scared of getting caught by them. I know what they do to women like me…and I just…I couldn't…I'm sorry. I fucked up. I should've—"

"Get your ass up." Joel snaps his fingers and you listen to him all too reflexively, standing up beside him. "Now go over to the bed and bend over."

Your throat goes completely dry and you want to protest but…

"Listening to me right now is what you should do." He makes it clear that he won't repeat himself.

So, you quickly run over to his bed and do as you're told, bending over so that your stomach is on the bed but your feet are planted in the ground. It's humiliating, having your ass up like this and not being able to see Joel staring at you.

That's the point, you figure, since he goes, "now kick off your pants and spread your legs again just like that."

You freeze because…you really don't want to do that since you aren't wearing anything underneath. He doesn't like your hesitation at all.

Suddenly, you feel him yank you up by your hair and he yells straight in your face, "do as I say or I'll hurt you worse than those slavers would have."

Joel finishes his threat by spitting in your face and you whimper in fear, nodding your head to show him you understand before you strip off your pants. He lets go of your hair and your face drops back onto the bed as your legs spread with your ass up, completely naked from the waist down.

"Now, present to me." He demands fiercely. "Use your hand and show me your pussy."

You squirm, mainly out of embarrassment. You've never done anything like this before. It's degrading, dipping your dominant hand between your legs so you can hold open your folds so he can see all of you. You can't even tell where he's looking because he's directly behind you.

Then, you let out a shocked gasp when you feel him spit right on your clit. It's wet and warm and you should feel uncomfortable but it tingles in the weirdest way. You shouldn't want any of this, but your pussy is starting to ache uncontrollably.

"Poor little princess." Joel mocks you as his fingers trail along your bare ass. "It looks like it's been a while since someone's used this hole of yours."

He isn't wrong, as humiliating as it is to admit. You've been on a dry spell since you left him for dead. You just couldn't bring yourself to have a fling, not with all the guilt. It's hard to get turned on when your thoughts won't stop haunting you.

It makes you wonder why you're feeling the heat rise in your body despite it all. You're almost certain you're getting wet. It's more than just his spit between your legs and that haunts you in a totally different way.

"Tell me the truth." He addresses himself like he used to when the two of you would fuck. "Has no one touched you recently?"

You take in a deep breath before you answer, "no one, not even myself."

"Why?" He asks, his fingers slowly making their way down the line of your ass, brushing along all of your sensitive skin with his rough fingertips.

"I-I couldn't." You feel ashamed saying this but you do anyways, "I didn't want to feel good."

"Is that why you've been taking those shitty courier jobs?" His words surprise you.

Has Joel…been keeping tabs on you?

"Someone has to do them."

"Enough people have died doing them." He tells you as you feel a finger teasing your entrance. You quiver at his touch, stunned at how it contrasts with his words, "do you want to die, my princess?"

You press your lips together and then, when you can't seem to hold it in anymore, you whisper, "yes, sir."

His finger slips inside of you right then and your toes curl. It feels foreign because it's been a while but so familiar because it's Joel. Your body leans into the feeling as he grinds his finger against your g-spot.

"Now, why would the girl who left this old man to die want to die now?" He asks as he bends over on top of you, engulfing you in his body. His hot breath lingers on your ear when he whispers, "are you scared to be alive in a world where I'm not dead?"

Joel digs another thick finger inside of you, spreading you wide open. You bite the comforter, trying to ease the sudden mix of pain and pleasure that's coursing through your body.

"Answer me." He commands, grabbing you by the hair once again so he can yank you up, pulling you away from the hold you had on the blanket with your teeth.

You don't know what to say. It's hard to think when he's stirring your insides like this while he taunts you for your past actions. You're a mixture of guilty and aroused right now.

Your mind is so foggy which is why you start mumbling out your thoughts without a filter, "I'm not afraid of you, Joel. I don't mind if you hurt me for what I've done to you. I deserve it. I deserve…all of it, even death. It should've been me. I don't have anyone to live for. At least you had Tess so—"

Maybe mentioning her name is what got him mad, but Joel cuts you off from speaking by roughly fingering you faster. Your legs start to wobble as your orgasm builds, your body threatening to collapse in on itself. You can't say another word because every breath is occupied by a moan or a gasp for air.

"Cum." Joel is stern and his fingers are unyielding. "Cum your fucking brains out, princess."

Your orgasm spills out like a broken dam the moment he thrusts side to side, forcing your body to convulse inwards. He catches you before you collapse entirely, guiding you onto his lap. There, he wraps his arms around you, holding you as you navigate every wave of sheer intensity surging through you.

You lean on him with your head buried in the crook of his neck, and Joel gently rubs your back, helping you calm down. Maybe that's why you feel secure enough to cry. You latch onto him and you just sob everything out, needing to release all the feelings built up inside of you since the moment you found out he'd never be yours.

"I didn't want to leave you." You breathe out softly in between your tears. "I didn't want to admit that I was jealous of you and Tess. I didn't want to deal with it, with the fact that I was really all alone and you weren't. It's selfish but…I liked that you had no one else because it meant you were like me. When that wasn't the case anymore, I just…I panicked and ran and I left you for dead. I'm sorry, Joel. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Your heart aches so terribly now that the pleasure has washed out of your system. It felt good to be touched by him again, even if it was under these circumstances. But, that fear creeps back in, the fear that he'll never touch you again, and you hold onto him tighter because of it, not wanting to let go.

"Come here." He whispers, nudging you until you're straddling his lap. Then, he taps on his shoulder and instructs, "bite."

You nod, listening to his orders, wondering if he even heard anything you just said. You pool the fabric of his shirt in your mouth, holding it with your teeth. You keep your head buried in his neck, unable to look at him after everything you confessed.

That's okay, though. He doesn't need to see your face. Not for what's about to happen.

You fully understand the moment you feel his cold hand grip your ass. He's keeping you steady for a reason.

"No screaming." He warns and you nod, bracing yourself by biting down a bit harder.

The first spank is a test. It's not hard, but it's not light either. You squirm after he smacks your ass and unconsciously, your body grinds up against him. You realize then that he's hard underneath you, his cock bulging right through his sweats.

Now, you're biting back a moan.

"Good girl." He praises you for keeping quiet but then switches to a more sinister tone. "Now, I won't stop until you've been thoroughly punished. Do you understand, princess? Let me hear it."

You let go of his shirt from your mouth, shocked that it's already soaked in your drool, so you can answer, "yes, sir."

Before you can get the fabric stuffed back in your mouth, Joel slaps you hard on the ass and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. You hold in your whines and he rewards you by gently kneading your sensitive skin, easing you through the pain.

"I treat you well, don't I?" He asks and you nod in response, which is why he allows you the time to bundle his shirt back into your mouth. Then, he whispers, almost too quietly for you to catch, "then why did you run from me?"

Another smack connects with your ass and you quiver all over from the suddenness. You can feel how wet you've gotten because you've soaked his sweats, his cock pressing wet fabric up against your bare pussy. You want him inside of you. You can't resist it when you're right up against him like this.

But, you don't deserve it. You don't deserve him, not after what you did. So, you grip onto his back tightly with your hands, preparing yourself to endure whatever he wants to do to you.

"Lift your hips." He pushes you upwards until you're no longer fully sat on his lap. "Now strip."

You don't protest, pulling away from him once more so you can tug your shirt off, tossing it on the floor. You don't even remember being cold, not when your entire body is on fire right now.

You watch as Joel scans every inch of your skin with his eyes, swallowing you up in his intense gaze. Then, when he has had his fill of looking at you, he demands, "show me that pussy of yours."

As much as it kills you to do so, because the sheer thought sends heat through every inch of your skin, you lean back and use your hand to spread your folds to give him what he wants. It's hard to hold this position, but that's the point. He wants you to suffer both physically and mentally. It's what you deserve so you submit to it.

"Look at your clit." His rough fingers brush against that bundle of nerves, rippling shockwaves through you. "It's begging to be touched with how swollen it is."

You swore, you could feel more of your slick drip out onto your fingers when he said that. There's something in the way he draws you in with his words that forces your body to respond. It aches for him, truly.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He teases your inner thighs, drawing circles there as he waits for your reply.

You shouldn't say a word. You shouldn't want anything because you can't have it.

But, you can't resist telling him, "I miss the way your mouth feels."

That's the first time you see Joel smile all night. It's a light smirk, but a grin nonetheless.

"Did you like the way I'd eat your pussy when we needed to kill time?" His words spark so much desire in you as the memories flood your mind.

It was lazy, the way Joel would rest with his head between your legs, spending hours exploring you with his tongue out of sheer boredom. Half the time, it was less for pleasure and more for comfort. It helped you sleep. It helped him sleep. Why? Neither of you knew, but if it worked, you both kept it up.

"I liked it more than I should have." You whisper quietly into the night, hoping your words will be washed away from the heavy rain pouring outside.

Suddenly, Joel tosses you onto your back on the bed and then buries his face between your legs. You gasp, not expecting to feel his warm tongue on your clit so soon, but he's impatient. You grab onto his hair as he swirls his tongue just the way you used to like it, making your mind all fuzzy from delight.

"If you keep doing that…I'm going to…" You clamp your hand over your mouth, silencing yourself because you know it won't do you any good. He's not listening, anyways.

You stifle your moans in your palm as Joel keeps ravaging your pussy. You can feel your orgasm building and it's a big one. You're going to explode and it scares you.

You want to tell Joel to stop because you won't be able to handle it. You can't live with the thought of how good it feels to have him touch you like this. It's too much. Maybe that's why the tears pool up in your eyes.

"I can't." You try to push him away, begging him, "please, Joel, we can't do this…"

You can feel how close you are and it's taking every bit of your strength to edge yourself. You need to hold it in. You can't cum. You can't…because he isn't yours.

This all ends tonight and you can't bear more memories of this. You avoided him for a reason…and now it's hitting you at full force.

You feel something for Joel. You wouldn't call it love, but it's something. It's meaningful enough that it scares the living fuck out of you.

"Please, stop." You shove at him, needing him to listen but he won't so you have to say what you must, even if it breaks your heart, "what about Tess? What would she do if she found out–"

"Shut up." He's quick with his retort, silencing you. "She has nothing to do with this, with us."

There is no us. You want to tell him that but it hurts too much to admit.

So, instead, you confess something else, "I saw you, before our run. You made love to Tess. You held her more tenderly than you've ever held me. You can't…you can't throw that away. Please, Joel. Don't ruin a good thing."

"Fucking hypocrite." He curses at you, his southern accent peaking as he growls back at you, "you're the one who ruined a good thing. You're the one who slept with my fucking brother and now you're lecturing me about fucking someone else?"

You blink, stunned that Joel knows about that. It was a while ago. A long while ago. Maybe the third time you met Tommy. You both got drunk and slept together. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't anything special. It was just a drunken one night stand that never happened again but you told Tommy that you both needed to keep it from Joel. It would just be better if he didn't know and Tommy agreed…

So, what changed? Did Tommy have a change of heart and tell Joel?

Joel confirms it. "Tommy told me everything. Said he needed to confess his sins after he married his wife. And here I thought…"

There's an expression on Joel's face that you can't quite parse. It's not anger. It's not resentment. It's just…pain.

Heartbreak.

You and Joel went to Tommy's wedding, since it was a stop on the way to one of the hubs you both had a job at. He made you dress up, which you never do but you did because it was a wedding and you'd never been to one before. You spent that night with Joel, shared a dance, talked about life before the outbreak. You were young when it happened, so you practically grew up in this world, knowing very little of the world before.

The night came and went in a flash. You and Joel had stayed up, just mindlessly chatting together. You remember calling him handsome because you'd never seen him in a suit before.

You had shoved the memory of him kissing you gently on the cheek before telling you to go rest for the day, since you both had to head out soon. It was a soft peck but it…it was unlike anything he'd done before. It was almost romantic and you couldn't fall asleep with that on your mind.

Joel mentioned nothing of it when you both left Tommy's place. He didn't really talk much for the rest of that job. He did, however, fuck you roughly every now and then on the road.

Boredom, he claimed. He liked toying with his submissive little princess.

When you both got back, he got close with Tess and then you caught them sleeping together and the rest was history…right?

Wrong.

"I knew you were there." Joel climbs on top of you then so that he can look down on you, seeing how much smaller you are than him. He wants to be powerful because his words make him feel weak. "I knew you were watching me and Tess so I fucked with you. I wanted to make you jealous. I wanted to get back at you for fucking my brother behind my back. I wanted…I wanted you to feel something for me, but you didn't. You just left me there to die. You didn't give a fuck about me and I should've realized that sooner before I gave a fuck about you."

"What…" You're in total disbelief.

Did Joel really fuck Tess like that because of some kind of jealous vendetta? He wanted you to yearn for his love and that was the only way he could show it because he was scared you didn't want it.

"Joel, I–"

He cuts you off to ask, "did I really mean nothing to you? I let you steal my booze. I let you steal my pills. I let you steal my fucking heart and you left me to die."

You choke on your own inhale then, the guilt consuming you. You know you shouldn't have left him. You know you should've fought and tried to save him. You know…but you were afraid and selfish and running from more than just your feelings for him.

"You meant too much to me." You speak the truth into the night because you need him to know it. "And that scared me. I never felt that way about anyone before and…and I thought I was all alone in it. I was angry because I thought you could be happy without me. I was sad because I didn't want you to be with Tess. I left you…because I didn't know how I'd live if I had to come back and watch you live a life with someone else that wasn't me. I'm sorry, Joel. I'm so fucking sorry…"

You feel tears streaming down your face, but they aren't yours. They're hitting your nose, dripping down your cheeks and onto your lips. They're hot and salty. Nothing like the cold, crisp rain outside.

And, they're coming from Joel of all people.

This hardened, soulless smuggler is crying in front of you because of you.

These tears are for you, right?

"I told myself if I made it out of there alive that I'd kill you." His words send chills down your spine even if his eyes are spilling tears. "I told myself that the only reason I needed to live was to get back at you for leaving me in the dust. But then, I came back and…you were doing worse than me. I didn't even think that was possible, but I watched you. You tried your hardest to avoid me, but I still found ways to keep an eye on you and…you would've let yourself wither away over this. My beautiful princess would've let the light die inside of her because of me. Am I right?"

You close your eyes, pinching them shut because seeing him sad is too much for you. It's hardly believable that he's sad over you.

Has he really been watching you waste away? Would he have…wanted to help?

Is that why he hasn't kicked you out of his place? Is that why he wanted to make you feel good?

"I didn't think I deserved to be happy after what I did to you."

You open your eyes then but immediately close them when you feel Joel's lips on yours. Out of necessity, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his hair, pulling him close to you. You and Joel rarely kissed, and it never felt like this.

There's such a desperation in it, where both of you just have to be connected, sharing breaths and space in each other's mouths.

"I haven't been happy without you." Joel breathes out onto your lips when he pulls away. "I wanted to be with you. That's why Tommy told me. It's because I told him how much I wanted you and he couldn't keep it a secret any longer."

"He was worried I didn't feel the same." You gather that to be the case and he nods in agreement.

"And I thought he was right, until now." Joel cups your face in his hands, carefully wiping away the tears from your cheeks as he explains, "I was so angry with you, but it hurt more not having you by my side. I thought I lost you forever. The only reason I had the strength to come back was for you."

"Joel…" You can't help but pull him in for a hug, sobbing into his shoulder, "don't let me go. I don't want to be alone anymore. Please let me stay here."

"Until the hurricane ends?" He asks, the nerves apparent in his tone.

You shake your head against his chest and then promise, "until you want to kill me for what I've done."

He chuckles lightly at that and nods. "Deal."

You smile at him then and you realize that's the first time you've smiled all night. It warms your heart and you lean up, giving Joel a kiss on the cheek like he had done at Tommy's wedding.

"Let's get you under the covers." He must notice that you're getting cold so he helps you get warm, bundling the comforter over the two of you. "Have you been cold without me?"

You feel embarrassed that he'd ask something like that, mainly because you know he's prompting you to say, "it's always warmer snuggling up with you, sir."

"Good girl, still knowing who she belongs to." Joel must be very happy about that because he slowly sinks his way under the covers until he's back between your legs. "Now, is my precious princess going to cum for me this time?"

"Yes." You assure him that you won't hold back.

"Ask politely." He's demanding and it shoots such a thrill through you to see him like this again.

"Will you please make me cum, sir?" You chew on your lip right after you say that, trying to hold in your shyness.

"Only if you don't hold in your voice. I rarely get to hear you be vocal, so I want you to be now."

You hadn't realized how used to being quiet you were in bed. Holding in your moans was a necessity since you and Joel normally fucked out in the open and rarely behind closed doors. This wouldn't be the first time you've gotten to be loud, but it would be the first time you can really let yourself drown in the pleasure.

"Please hurry, then." You grip onto his messy hair, urging him to continue. He smiles at your impatience and doesn't keep you waiting much longer.

Your eyes roll back when Joel's lips wrap around your clit, giving it a light suck. It's like all the air has escaped your lungs because you can't breathe anymore. His beard scratches at your inner thighs and it makes you want to grind on him more. You just want to remember this feeling.

You want him to etch himself into your mind and body completely.

"I love it when you ride my face like that, darlin'." The term of endearment rolls off his tongue before he dips lower, teasing your aching pussy with the tip.

"Please." You hate that he's stalling. You're wriggling at his soft touch, at the way he dips his tongue so casually inside of you. He knows it's not enough to get you off.

Joel relishes in the control he has over you. He might be smothered between your thighs but he's in charge of the pace. He gets to choose if he wants to give you what you need and you love every second of it.

That's why when he finally eats you out the way you've been craving, you gush out uncontrollably when you're taken over the edge. Your breaths are all raspy and your mind is trying to catch up with the pleasure that's searing every inch of your body.

Joel licks his lips with a grin, proud that he made you squirt with just his mouth. You cover your face at the sight of him, timid because you haven't cum that hard in quite some time.

"Can you handle more or will you give out on me too early?" He asks as he pulls off his shirt, showing off the body you've been missing.

Though, you can't seem to answer his question when you see the new scars on his chest. There are…so many…and it's obvious they were left to fester because the scars are like spiderwebs of pink and red. Your hand unconsciously reaches up and Joel takes your hand, pulling it towards him so you can lay your palm on the scar closest to his heart.

"I-I did this." You stammer your words, your nerves heightening at the thought of what pain Joel went through. "You got hurt because of me. I-"

"It's in the past." He holds your hand securely, as if to ground you back into reality. "Don't think about that anymore."

"Can I touch you then?" You press your hand into him more, wanting him to switch places with you. "Please, Joel. Let me so I can forgive myself."

You can sense he's afraid in his own way. It's obvious neither of you have sought comfort for what had happened between you two, so opening up to that now is difficult. But, Joel nods slowly and then pulls you onto him, having you straddle him once again.

For the next hour, you kiss every inch of his body. Your hands trail along every scar, old and new, and you whisper quiet affirmations to him, telling him that you appreciate him and his resilience. You apologize here and there, even though he tells you not to, but it isn't for him. You need it more than he does and he understands that soon enough.

"You're so…beautiful." Joel tells you when you come up to him for a kiss. "It makes me wary that you want to be here with a man like me."

"I think you forgot that I'm the one who broke into your house." You say with a smirk and he lets out a hearty laugh.

"What would you have done if I didn't find you?" He wonders aloud, so you think for a moment.

A part of you thinks you chose Joel's place because you wanted to get caught. It would be the only way you could get yourself to talk to him again, after all.

With a chuckle, you tell him, "I think I would have woken you up. You've never been a heavy sleeper. Plus, I know you stopped taking the pills."

"How do you know that?" He's curious.

"You always ween off them before a trip and I know you've got a big one coming up." You don't shy away from the fact that you've been keeping tabs on him too. "I…heard you're taking Tess."

"It was either her or go alone, since I didn't have you anymore." He says as his hand comes up to caress your face. "Would it be wrong of me to ask you to go with me instead?"

"What's the job?" You ask, leaning into his touch.

Joel adjusts until you're both facing one another side by side so that his hands can idly run along your skin while he explains, "Marlene has some kind of cargo she needs transported."

"You're working with the Fireflies?" You're surprised to hear that.

"I ain't, I just need what they're willing to give me so I can get to Tommy." That makes a lot more sense.

"I heard you've been looking for him." You bribed the radio man for that information a few days ago, actually.

"Mhm." Joel nods, his hand slipping between your legs then, getting distracted.

You part your legs so that he has better access and he smiles at you when you do. His hand dips deeper, his fingertips teasing your entrance as his palm rests on your clit. He won't go any further than this. Not right now.

Not unless you give him a reason to. "Make me cum again and I'll go with you. Tess can tag along if you think we need the extra body."

"Are you telling me you wouldn't be too shy to fuck in front of Tess?" He dips two of his fingers into you when he says that and you have to hold back your gasp. "You'd be too horny not to. Isn't that right, my greedy princess?"

"Yes, sir." You roll your hips against his hand, needing him to knead your clit with his palm. "I wouldn't care. I'd let you do anything you wanted to me, wherever, whenever."

"Tess won't be tagging along." Joel tells you as he grabs your face with his free hand, lifting your chin to meet his fearsome gaze. "No one gets to see you look like this but me. Understood?"

"I understand." You say with a nod so he drags his thumb across your lip before pushing it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue along his calloused finger and then let it rest there with your lips wrapped around it.

"My princess. All mine. Every hole of yours is mine to fill." He curls his fingers inside of your pussy, rubbing up against your g-spot once again. "Do you like being mine?"

You don't even respond. Instead, your hand sneaks down and pulls his hard cock out from his sweats, needing to feel him. You gently stroke him up and down as he starts to thrust his fingers inside of you, making you wish it was his cock instead.

"You drive me crazy." He lets out a low growl before he topples you over, smacking your hand away from him. He pulls his fingers out of you then and rubs all of your slick onto his cock, the wet sounds filling the air.

It's erotic and hot, watching how his cock throbs for you.

That's why you slip your hand down and spread yourself wide open like he has made you do all of tonight and tell him, "take what's yours, Joel."

He doesn't wait a second longer. You're ill-prepared for him to slam every inch of his cock inside of you, but the moment he hilts, you swear you could've cum right there.

The way he fills you up is perfect. Thick, hot and hard, curving inside of you at the perfect angle to rub every inch of your pussy the way it needs to be.

You're already swimming in ecstasy just having him sit inside of you like this, but then he starts to move and it's all over. You cum hard, clenching around his cock. Sparks tingle on your skin and you can't help but want so much more.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess." He grunts, gripping onto your hips to steady himself. "I shouldn't fuck you raw like this, though."

"I don't care." You should, but you've always been a bit reckless so you wager, "I won't forgive you if you pull out right now."

"Someone wants me to bury my seed deep inside of her." He leans down then, his eyes locking on yours as he goes, "if you want me to fuck you until you're pregnant, all you have to do is beg."

You do so without hesitation, "please fill me up with your cum, sir."

He's glad to hear it, which is why he responds, "I'm going to drown your pussy until it's leaking out over my cock and then I'll do it again, and again, as many times as it takes, my little princess."

Joel drags his hand across your stomach and rolls his hips, like he wants to feel the way his cock is stirring you up inside. You're tightening up so much because it's been so long since you've been filled like this. It aches in the best kind of way, that pleasure of being split in two by him.

When he starts to go faster, rougher, it's hard for you to edge yourself. You can't count the number of times you must have cum before he finally did. It drips out of you like a flood as he slowly pulls out.

Though, right when you think he's going to slip away entirely, Joel shoves his cock back inside of you, making your toes curl uncontrollably. You crave more already and he's well aware.

That's why when he does finally pull his cock out of you, his fingers replace it. You don't stop him from forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until he's hard enough to fuck you once more.

How could you say no to a man like Joel Miller?

Somewhere along the way, you and Joel take naps together and eat small meals before fucking again. You can't get enough of him. You don't ever want to let him go again.

You want to stay by his side forever.

"The hurricane will be over soon." Joel notes the lighter rainfall outside. "We'll have to leave soon for the job."

"Does that mean we should sleep or…" You chuckle at your own joke and Joel presses a kiss on the top of your head before laughing lightly with you.

"Just promise you won't leave me for dead again." He tells you and you know he's never going to let you live that down.

"I'll think about it." You say with a cheeky grin and Joel retaliates by pinning you down onto the bed, glaring at you.

He's going to devour you for that and you're thoroughly ready to be swallowed whole.

Oh, how you love such a dangerous man…

a/n: this was really fun to write! I'm sure you noticed, but this oneshot kind of acts like a possible prologue to a canon-divergent series where you replace Tess on Joel's trip with Ellie. will I actually write a whole series? who knows! but I think a little prequel like this would be a nice dabble into the idea! should I write it? hehe

if you enjoyed this read, maybe you'll enjoy my other joel oneshot: trouble! thanks again for reading ~

#joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #joel x reader #the last of us #joel miller

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villain-sympathizer · 7 months

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Howdy! May I please request a Chisaki x Reader? Making it a headcanon or a drabble is your choice.

I wanted to know how a sleepy or tired Chisaki would be like with his significant other. I kind of headcanon that if Chisaki were to ever have a partner, they'd sleep in separate beds and would have their own respective bedrooms. So what if he didn't really care about that anymore and just wanted some rest? Perhaps falling asleep on the couch with them?

I uh just want fluff please

oh anon im so so so in love with this and i 1000% agree w/ your headcanon as someone who also doesnt like sharing a bed but craves physical intimacy from a partner

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Testing the Waters

Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader/Significant other [drabble]

[Content warnings: Tiny, brief mention of MC having friends/family in the past that are “no longer around” - can be interpreted in any way.]

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“I’ll just sleep in your bed tonight,” Kai mumbled as he and his partner entered their shared home above the Hassaikai base.

That made [Name] stop in their tracks, exhaustion seemingly forgotten about in favor of turning to their lover with widened eyes. Surely they misheard him? Or maybe he just wants the bed that’s closest, that must be it. His room was further into the home, anyway.

“Oh - yeah, go ahead. I’ll change the sheets for you first, then I’ll just use your bed-”

“Why?” Kai’s low, vocally fried voice cuts them off, sounding genuinely confused. “It’s your bed, you can sleep in it too.”

Well, now things we’re even more confusing. [Name] gives him a look to reflect that exact sentiment, though most of it was hidden behind their half-plague mask that they had yet to remove. “But… what about your hives? I don’t wanna risk irritating you.”

Kai simply shrugs, removing his infamous jacket and plague mask to hang on some hooks near the base’s secret entrance, his simple cloth mask still on. “I’ll take some meds beforehand. I’m just too tired to care about my stupid health issues right now.”

[Name] was going to retort, tell him that it’s not stupid, it’s serious and they respected his need for space, but Kai was already waving off their concerns as he spoke. Despite saying that he was too tired to simply walk to his room, he sure didn’t mind going through the tedious steps of taking allergy meds, taking his sweet time with pouring himself water and tearing open the pill packaging.

“Besides, we’ve been together for a couple years now. I think it’s time we started acting like it when at home,” he mutters, acting as if this wasn’t a huge step in their relationship, seeing as the two slept in separate rooms since [Name] had moved in with him.

[Name] was finally brought out of their stupor at the sound of Kai setting the now empty glass of water down. “Well, fine, but don’t complain if I forget you’re there and end up rolling around too much.”

With a warm smile that [Name] could only notice through the crinkling of his eyes, Kai lets out a quiet chuckle as the two of them head to bed. “I’ll try my best not too,” he replies, giving their shoulder a gentle squeeze as they enter [Name]’s room.

A room similar to his own, except decorated with items and knicknacks that just screamed [Name], as well as plenty of photos along the walls of them and the other Hassaikai members. Some photos even seemed to be from years ago, with friends and family that Kai has never met. Likely never will, either.

After a quick change of clothes, Kai opting to use some old clothes [Name] had stolen for themselves while [Name] wore their own pajamas to minimize any skin contact that would irritate his hives, the two removed their masks and collapsed into bed. The day had been exhausting and the two of them were all too happy to just pass out the second their heads touched the pillow.

It must have been [Name]’s imagination, or perhaps they were having those “between sleep” hallucinations - but they could have sworn sometime during the night, Kai had held them close and kissed the back of their head, spooning them as they drifted right back to sleep.

In the morning, Kai was already out of bed and preparing the day by the time [Name] woke up. They passed it off as some dream created by their desire for more affection.

They’ll just have to test it again. And again. And again.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #overhaul #dame writes #Anonymous

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 months

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with your heart that is bruised but unbeaten

The huskerdust babies are here! In fic form! Huge thanks to the lovely @minky-for-short for creating this little babies au with me and putting up with me not wanting to talk about anything else!

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3 if you enjoyed this!

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Angel Dust doesn't know how but things at the studio have gotten worse. Valentino seems determined to break him completely, with long, punishing shoots that have him stumbling through the Hotel doors early in the morning.

But fortunately Husk is waiting to remind him exactly why he keeps fighting.

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Angel Dust knew he’d told Husk not to wait up.

He’d said it repeatedly, firmly, with both sets of arms folded. He’d told him yesterday as they fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. He’d told him that morning when he’d kissed him goodbye, before letting go and stepping away because Husk never would if the choice was his. He’d texted it to him when the shoot had rolled exhaustingly, relentlessly on, in the five minute break he was able to snatch, missing letters as his fingers trembled.

Angel Dust had told him but when he finally walked into the hotel, aching, dizzy and unable to take a deep breath until the door clicked shut behind him, he was more relieved than words could say that Husk never listened.

The rest of the lobby was in soft darkness, the bar a puddle of warm light off in the corner, the glow of a lantern caught and corked in the many bottles on the shelf, multiplying itself over and over. Husk was humming some soft, slow song Angel would have missed by a decade, his back to the door though one ear was turned his way, shattering his show of indifference.

“Those big ears of yours ain’t working or something?” Angel Dust heard the crack in his voice, where the exhaustion and the ache bled in but he didn’t have to care, “I told you not to wait up, baby.”

It made Husk’s shoulders tighten but nothing more, he knew the game. Angel Dust had to let him in first.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Husk’s attempt at sounding innocent was pretty convincing, probably why he’d been a good magician and an excellent cheat, “Bottles needed dusting, that’s all.”

Angel winced a little as he took a seat, pain flaring down his legs, “You said a good bartender keeps the dust on the bottles. You said it makes the cheap paint thinner look old and expensive.”

“Guess I’m a shitty bartender then,” Husk finally turned, making a heroic effort not to react at the state of him.

He only failed because Angel knew his tells. They’d been through enough together.

“I know,” he sighed, letting the cracks show now, eyes falling, “It was bad today.”

His armor always had to come away in bits and pieces, after a long day of slipping away inside his own body it was hard to come back to it and feel just how battered it had become in his absence. The long, painful process of claiming this hurt used to be blunted by booze and pills, whatever he could get his four hands on, six if it had been a day like today.

And Husk did set a glass in front of him, a martini glass full of a pink liquid that shimmered, a bright red cherry bobbing in it like lips pursed in a kiss. Angel Dust smiled at the sight of it, even the car crash his reflection was right now looked a little better on the drink’s pearly surface. A year ago, anyone asking Husk to make something like this would be given a withering stare and told to fuck off back to whatever cheap strip club they usually drank in. But one night Angel Dust had mentioned some deeply unserious cocktail he’d invented with Cherri one night, listing off ingredients he vaguely remembered, lamenting that he’d never been able to get it tasting quite right since.

And it had appeared the next night in front of him, plucked out of one of his few nice memories of life before Hazbin Hotel and summoned as if by magic, tasting better than he remembered. Just like it did now.

“He’s punishing you,” it wasn’t a question, just an observation made bitterly through gritted teeth.

Angel Dust saw no point in lying. The marks of Valentino’s frustration were all over him, the chafe marks on all four wrists, the black eye, the limp, the scratches, the missing chunk of hair. Every time he was called back to set, Val found new ways to chew him up, letting others get the blood under their nails while he sat back and yanked the strings, all of Angel’s pain pouring money into his pockets. The adverts had gotten bigger, flashier, Angel’s body sprawled across the Doomsday District, Valentino’s studio name splashed across so there was no doubt who owned him. The scripts had gotten more violent, angrier, more often than not he was a cheating spouse, like Val was trying to prove that whatever comfort he found in the hotel, in Husk, wasn’t going to last, pulling insecurities straight out of the dark corners of Angel’s mind and making him act them out over and over.

Until it was so hard not to believe them.

“Sure feels like it,” Angel Dust rasped, eyes still fixed on his own reflection, watching distantly as his eyes filled, “I’ll keep taking it, baby, I promise I will but…but right now I don’t know how.”

He felt like he was in the confessional, admitting to a sin worse than any he’d done before, vomiting the words up then cringing back to wait for the lightning bolt from the clouds.

What came instead was a paw, soft and gentle, resting lightly enough on his cheek that he could pull away if he wanted to.

“Sweetheart,” Husk’s voice was a low rumble through the very bones of him, “Don’t worry about tomorrow. Tell me what you need right now.”

Angel’s voice caught in his throat, just for a moment, trembling on the back of his tongue for a second before remembering it was okay, he was allowed to ask, “I need you. I need you to make me forget all about him, all about that fucking place, about anything that ain’t you and me. I need…I need you to remind me that it don’t always hurt.”

Husk slid the glass to one side, letting Angel crawl up onto the bar, all four hands anchoring themselves somewhere in soft, dark fur, close enough that he inhaled his promise, “I can do that for you, mi amor.”

The kiss was as sweet as the language that rooted Angel in a feeling of home, of safety. Husk kissed messily, devotedly, like he wanted to drown in him, heedless of the spider demon’s pointed teeth but careful of his own. It would look terrible on camera but that was the point, Husk didn’t kiss him for an audience, he didn’t kiss him for any reason at all, other than because he loved him. And he kept kissing him, until moans and gasps spilled from Angel’s mouth whenever they had to pause for air.

“Upstairs?” Husk’s voice got rougher, deeper when he was turned on, until it sounded like something that should be bottled behind the bar.

“Nuh uh,” Angel Dust rasped, shifting from his knees so he could spread his legs, dragging Husk between them, “Don’t let go, you’re the only thing holding me together…”

“I won’t let you fall apart, baby,” he made the promise to the hollow of his throat, to his pulse, “I got you…”

Angel rolled his hips, thrilling at the erection now straining against Husk’s trousers, aching towards the warmth of him, “Then have me. Please.”

It felt so good to say it and really mean it, to beg and whine and moan and really feel the electricity crackling through him, knowing it hadn’t come from a script or a pill or a powder. Having Husk want him enough to stumble as he frantically yanked open his trousers, wanting him back just as hard, it reminded Angel that he was still capable of feeling. That he didn’t have to find it, it could still bloom in his chest all by itself.

Two hands pushed down his skirt, two had come from somewhere else to shrug off his jacket, the others dragged Husk close again. He groaned as the cat demon’s cock pressed between his legs, head resting on the lip of his opening, waiting for permission even now. Angel gave it wordlessly, rocking down onto him. The burn was sweet, a welcome pain, like ice cubes rattling against his teeth from the bottom of a glass or burning lungs after dancing so hard his vision swam.

“Oh, baby…” he nearly sobbed out, tipping his head back so Husk could scatter kisses across his collar, every scratch and bruise and scrape getting one.

“Hurts?” Husk hesitated, one hand braced on the bar, the other on the small of Angel’s back.

He shook his head, trying to wrangle his breathing so he could speak, “Not…not in a bad way…just getting used to you…”

He shifted his hips, slid further down the edge of the bar until it was just Husk holding him up, finding the place where it was only bliss. Husk rolled his hips and Angel thrust down to meet them, finding a perfect harmony, a beat they could follow. It all blurred together, the lines between Angel’s own body and his lover’s becoming smudged and meaningless, watercolors all running into each other.

His heels pressing into Husk’s spine, urging him on. Husk’s rattling, stop-start purr, leaking into his bones until his whole body was thrumming. Husk’s teeth grazing along his throat but it felt like giving rather than taking. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside him with the perfect tempo. Angel’s whole world became these singular points of light, these sensations, all the exhaustion and hurt drowned out and washed away until he could believe it had never been there to begin with.

He knew he was being loud, he’d lost control of his voice from the moment Husk pressed inside him. He knew he was begging, moaning, filth spilling off his tongue but it only drove Husk on, following the sounds he made like a map to more.

Angel Dust couldn’t keep his trap shut but Husk only needed one word to topple him, growled into the spider demon’s ear as his hips snapped and shuddered.

“Anthony…”

The thread snapped and he was gone. He came hard, messy, cock throbbing, a scream ripped out from the very core of him. He raked his nails down Husk’s back and, a second later, felt his love fall too, emptying into him with a salty rush and a muffled moan. It felt so good, so deep, that Angel was pulled under again, crashing right into another orgasm that hollowed him out completely.

The shakes didn’t end when the tide went out. He still couldn’t breathe right, his muscles were still clenched. It was only when he felt Husk sigh contentedly and start rubbing slow, gentle circles on his back that Angel dared let go. He knew he had something worth coming back to.

“I’m here…I’m here, baby, it’s alright…” his voice was raw, rough, but comforting, coaxing him back into himself.

“Fuck…” Angel whimpered as he felt Husk slip out of him, muscles aching at the loss.

But it wouldn’t be the last time, he told himself. Sweetness wasn’t temporary here.

“Did what you needed it to, sweetheart?” he could feel those yellow eyes peering at him anxiously, searchlights through the fog, hands gently pulling his skirt back into place.

Angel smiled, slumping so his forehead was pressed to Husk’s, “You always do, baby…I love you.”

“I love you too,” Husk’s smile turned playful, a showman with another trick up his sleeve, “But I ain’t done with you yet. A shower, some food and some sleep, you’ll be right as rain.”

And ready to do it all again. But even that thought couldn’t crack the blissful haze of being gently lifted into the cat demon’s surprisingly strong arms. Tomorrow meant another call time, more hands on him, more eyes burning holes in him, more words that stung like a slap to the face. He’d end up with more bruises, more aches, more dark shadows scratching at his brain from being surrounded by drugs he couldn’t have anymore.

But it would end. And it would end right here, back in Husk’s arms, knowing he was loved no matter what. It made the thought of tomorrow bearable.

Almost.

“Hey,” Angel murmured, feeling the sway as he was carried up the stairs, “Mind if I add a little amendment to your list there, Husky?”

Husk’s chuckle was a pleasant vibration against his ear, “Always know I rocked your world something fierce when you call me that…and I think I can guess where you want to go.”

Angel grinned up at him, coyly, “Do you mind? I know it must have taken you ages to get them to sleep by yourself…”

They were already at the nursery door, like Husk had known where he’d want to go all along, “You know I got the ladies to lend a hand if I needed it. And besides, I think they’ve been waiting for you.”

Business at the hotel was picking up but Charlie hadn’t minded giving over the room next to Angel’s. It wasn’t exactly the most conventional nursery, Nifty’s homemade mobiles probably used more insect parts than than ones you bought up top, Alastor had gifted them an old radio that looked straight out of the twenties and played haunting lullabies seemingly by itself, there were more rubber ducks than they’d probably ever need in their lives. And there was a demon pig snoring in the rocking chair like he considered himself on babysitting duty.

It was strange but it was all bits and pieces of the people who loved them, that would always matter more to Angel Dust.

They’d built two cribs but one was just turning into Fat Nugget’s, seeing as the twins refused to sleep apart from each other. The sliver of soft light from the hallway fell across two bundles of back fur, so deeply nestled in a crocheted blanket that Angel could only see enormous ears, a few pink feathers, a tail swaying softly in what he hoped was a sweet dream.

He knelt by their crib, almost afraid to approach, like he wasn’t fit to disturb this perfect scene straight out of a life he still didn’t know how he deserved. He was ninety percent of the way to convincing himself just to watch, to reassure himself they were safe and dreaming sweetly and leave them to it. But even though Angel was as quiet as he could be, even though Husk stayed in the doorway, letting his love have however many moments he needed, one black ear stood up straight, one little form shifted and broke away. A pair of mismatched eyes, one red and one gold, flickered open, a tiny mouth opened in a rose pink yawn. And immediately four little arms were reaching up to Angel, a soft keening was calling for him.

“Hey there, cuddle bug,” Angel gathered up his daughter, Bella, feeling her sleepy warmth as she immediately curled close, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…or you…”

Because of course Howie was wriggling, trying to squirm towards his sister, paws opening and closing. Angel’s other set of hands gently untangled him from the blanket, lifted him to burrow against his pops’ jacket too.

Having them both in his arms, Angel felt something click deep inside him, a piece sliding into place. The tears he’d been trying to hold back since he walked through the door spilled hot down his cheeks, making the scratches on his face sting. When he held them, he wondered how he could ever bear to put them down, why he ever bothered looking anywhere else other than their sweet faces.

How he’d survived without them in his life.

“Baby…” Husk wound his arms around Angel’s middle, pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“It’s okay,” Angel murmured, leaning into him, letting them hold their babies together, “Happy tears. Promise.”

Already about to sink back down into sleep, Howie and Bella both purred in perfect, raspy harmony, blinking up at Angel like they were determined to make him the last thing they looked at, like he and Husk were all that was good in the world and nothing else mattered. Here, in the middle of Hell, in the middle of a damnation they’d never earned, his children slept safe and sound because Angel Dust was here.

Valentino was punishing him, he was trying to break him beyond repair. But Angel would go through a lot worse for these two. There was nothing that fucker could come up with that would make him regret his children, this life he had with Husk.

“You wanna sit with them a little while?” Husk murmured, smiling when he felt Angel nod in relief.

Fat Nuggets gave up his seat willingly, curling up at Angel’s feet while he folded his lanky frame into the rocking chair, holding the twins close. Husk leaned against the back of it, his wings coming around to circle them protectively, one hand stroking Angel’s arm like he didn’t think he’d had enough loving contact to make up for what he’d been through that day.

“What do you think they dream about?” Husk rumbled, chuckling lovingly as Howie’s paws flexed in his sleep like he was kneading his favorite blanket, as Bella’s tail twitched like she was about to pounce.

Angel smiled softly, “Dinner time. Chasing dust bunnies. Blankets straight out of the dryer. Hanging off their daddy’s ears.”

He hoped it was all that and more, the small wonders in the life he won for them every single day. He hoped they dreamed about home, the way he did when he was in the studio, trying to get through the day.

Angel Dust would tell Husk not to wait up for him the next night. But he really hoped he wouldn’t listen.

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Nervous pt. 2

Dark!Rafe Cameron x kook!Reader

Synopsis: You never understood why your best friend's brother seemed to hate you until one night changed everything

tag list: @magnificantmermaid

Warnings: noncon, violence, choking, smut, unprotected sex, gaslighting

You were avoiding Sarah and she was starting to notice.

It had been almost a week since your sleepover at the Cameron’s and you could not bring yourself to walk into Tannyhill since.

After you left Rafe’s room that night, you locked yourself in the bathroom for an hour, and you couldn’t stop the bile that rose in your throat, as you sobbed on the floor and questioned everything.

How had you not seen it before? It seemed so obvious now, the staring, the taunting. It was right in front of your face, and yet you still didn’t get it until it was too late.

The thing you hated the most was how you felt like you could have done more to stop it. How you felt betrayed by your body because of how good his violation of you felt. You had laid on the bed with Sarah asleep next to you afterwards, quietly crying and ruminating in self hate, unable to relax enough to fall asleep. Even in Sarah’s room, you didn’t feel safe from her predatory brother.

You considered just leaving, but it was 3AM, and you didn’t think you were mentally stable enough to drive. Eventually though you must have fallen asleep, because you cracked your eyes open as Sarah stirred beside you to see sunlight streaming through her windows.

You quickly got up, wincing in pain from how sore you felt, packing up your bag, mumbling an excuse to Sarah about your parents texting you to come home. You couldn’t bear being in that house a second longer.

You should have checked if the coast was clear before you stepped out, stopping in your tracks at the sight of Rafe standing in his doorway, with only a towel around his waist, water dripping from his blond hair and chest damp from the shower.

Your stomach did a somersault and you quickly looked away. God why did he have to be here right now??

“Morning, Y/N.” Rafe drawled, obviously amused at your discomfort.

You didn’t respond, rushing past him to leave the house as fast as possible. Your skin crawled when you heard him call out to you, “Hope I see you around, Y/N!” and you pushed open the front door and literally ran to your car.

You needed to leave. You needed to be anywhere but here.

You needed to cry again.

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When you got to your house, it took all of your energy to drag yourself into the shower. You didn’t know how long you sat there, as the scalding hot had turned to cold long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. You just kept replaying last night in your head over and over.

The way he had pressed against you when you first walked in to Tannyhill, and then when he followed you out of the kitchen before pulling you in to his room.

Your wrist ached, from when he grabbed you in the hallway and then pinned you down on his bed.

You traced a hand over your sore throat, wincing in pain and hoping he didn’t leave any marks there. Rafe had really scared you last night. The hand at your throat felt like a silent threat. Make a sound, I dare you. See what happens.

You could already feel the soft bruises on your hipbones beginning to blossom, and you were happy those would be easy to cover.

You just couldn’t get Rafe’s words out of your head, the sound of his raspy moans still echoing.

“You feel like you were made for me.”

Your gut twisted and the tears fell again, washed away by freezing water.

When you eventually got out of the shower, you dried off and changed into comfortable clothes, throwing the outfits from yesterday into your laundry basket. You wanted to burn the clothes that he had pulled off you, now they smelled like him, which only made you feel worse.

You grabbed the birth control pills on your bedside table and took it, eternally thankful for your mother allowing you to go on them when you turned 16. You couldn’t even imagine what would happen if you got pregnant.

You picked up your phone, noticing the missed call and several texts from Sarah. You sighed and scrolled out of the chat, not able to muster up an explanation for her.

You were exhausted, and you just wanted to sleep.

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Days passed, both impossibly fast and torturously slow. You stayed in bed mostly, ignoring your friends’ worried texts.

You missed Sarah and wanted to see her so bad, but the idea of being in Tannyhill and possibly seeing Rafe again terrified you.

You didn’t know how to tell her, didn’t even really know what you would tell her. Would she believe you? Did you even want her to know? Ashamed, you couldn’t help but think about the fact that you came twice, a fact you were almost certain Rafe would throw back in your face if you spoke up about what he did to you.

You just felt so helpless. What he did to you was wrong and scary, and you didn’t want to think about what he might do to you if you said something. You were lost in thought when you heard a rap at your door and your mother cracked it open.

“Y/N! Someone left you a gift!” She said in a cheery tone. She was only ever this happy when other people were displaying you affection, affection she could never bring herself to show to you.

Despite your mother’s obvious mask of love towards you, you couldn’t deny that you were excited at the idea of one of your friends thinking of you and getting you something in your absence.

She presented you with a small silver bag and stepped back, but didn’t leave the room.

You gave her a look and she rolled her eyes and retreated, giving you some privacy, but not exiting entirely as she hovered by the door frame. Reaching into the bag you pulled out a thin silver chain that had a heart charm, with the letters “R.C.” printed on it.

Your heart dropped, chest clenching in anxiety as the meaning hit you. Why was he doing this? Was it possible he really wasn’t done with you?

Your mother squealed with happiness, babbling about how excited she was you had caught someone’s eye, but you weren’t paying attention.

Your eyes were fixed on the second item at the bottom of the bag you hadn’t noticed until just now.

Your mother finally left, closing the door behind her and you let out a shaky breath and pulled out the red lace panties. They looked expensive, and a glance at the tag confirmed your suspicions.

Your head spun and you felt your stomach twist, and you couldn’t hold back the overwhelming feeling of nausea, stumbling to the bathroom to be sick again.

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After you received the “gifts” from Rafe, you felt like you had no choice but to go to Sarah, needing someone to console you after the hell that her brother was putting you through.

You weren’t thrilled to have to tell her about what happened that night at the sleepover, but you hoped she would be understanding. You knew she had had issues with Rafe in the past, but she didn’t really like to talk about it.

You sat in your parked car in the driveway at Tannyhill for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably ten minutes before you could finally hype yourself up to approach the front door. You had texted Sarah you were there and to meet you at the door and she replied that she would.

Deep in thought and nearly quivering with anxiety, you knocked on the door, waiting for Sarah.

Your eyes widened as the door opened and you saw Rafe standing on the other side. Your mind flashed back to that night, when he had blocked the entrance to the house and then brushed up against you as you passed. You were frozen in your tracks.

“Did you get my gifts, Y/N?” Rafe flashed you a grin, eyes flitting up and down your body hungrily.

You glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking embarrassed and you pushed past him before he could react.

“Leave me alone Rafe! I’m here to see Sarah,” you snapped at him, rushing to get to the stairs.

He didn’t follow you, just stared at you, an amused smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah, Sarah’s not home right now,” his words made your blood run cold and you turned to face him.

“What?”

“She’s not here. Just went out for the next few hours. Happened to ‘misplace’ her phone.” You could hear the smugness in his voice and he began walking up the stairs behind you.

Your heart rate spiked in fear, blood rushing in your ears as you found yourself trapped in an all too familiar situation, the deja vu triggering your memories of that night. You almost couldn’t believe Rafe would be so controlling as to take his sister’s phone and imitate her just to coerce you here, but now you just felt stupid for falling right into his trap. You kept your eyes on him, not wanting to turn your back as you hurried up the stairs.

You just had to get into a room you could lock yourself in, thinking desperately that maybe you could call someone for help and Rafe could be held off until you got out.

“Y/N calm down. Did you like the gifts I got you?” Rafe was getting antsy, you could tell he was barely holding himself back and you knew you had to get far away from him or something terrible would happen. You reached the top of the stairs.

“N-no. I threw them away,” you swallowed, your mouth dry.

He didn’t like that, head cocking to the side and jaw ticking. You hated the look in his eye, sizing you up like prey he was more than happy to hunt as he stalked up the stairs behind you.

“You know that jewelry wasn’t cheap. The lingerie wasn’t cheap either,” there was an edge in his voice that made you think throwing that back in his face may have been a mistake.

You retreated towards the hallway, never letting him out of your sight as you inched towards an open door.

“Why are you acting so goddamn nervous? You weren’t this shy when you were moaning and cumming on my cock, Y/N,” Rafe reached the top of the stairs, voice low and controlled, but his twitchy eyes told another story.

Tears burned in your eyes, your rage bubbling over and you finally were able to say it out loud, “You fucking raped me, Rafe!”

Your words hung heavy in the air like you had just slapped him across the face. Rafe’s lip curled in a sneer, one eye twitching and he took a step closer, looming over you, and your stomach dropped.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” your voice was shaky, mirroring the fear gripping your heart. “Rafe, I’m serious, stay back!”

He chuckled, the crazed look in his eyes terrified you, freezing you in place as he leaned in and whispered, “Make me.”

His hand shot out and he gripped your throat, pushing you up against the doorway to one of the rooms as his lips smothered yours. The back of your head hit the wood and you struggled against him. His hands pawed at your skirt, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

His fingers trailed up to wrap around your throat again and Rafe jerked you into the room, throwing you on the floor in the process. Your knees hit the hardwood and you yelped in surprise.

His hand was in your hair before you could process the sharp pain in your legs. Rafe pulled you towards the bed, dragging you across the hardwood. You thrashed against him in a futile effort to break away, but he pushed you facedown onto the bed, holding you down with both hands pressed into your hips.

Rafe pressed his hips against your ass, grinding his erection into you. “I told you, Y/N. You were made for me. I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

You felt utterly helpless, knowing that no one was around to hear you scream, and you had no idea when anyone would be back. You couldn’t stop him from bunching up your mini skirt, pushing it up your back and out of his way. Tears sprung in your eyes again and you knew you were shaking with fear.

Rafe roughly squeezed your ass, the feeling of your soft skin only made him want to ravage you more. He groaned and you heard him pull his zipper down and his pants hit the floor.

“Rafe!” The panic gripping your throat couldn’t stop your begging. “Stop! Please, Rafe don’t!”

“Shut up!” He snapped. “Don’t act like you didn’t wear that short fucking skirt just to make me fuck you, because we both know you did!”

He pulled your panties out of his way, probing your entrance with one finger, and you choked back a sob.

Taking your dismay as moans of pleasure, Rafe curled two fingers inside you, brushing the spot that had you arching your back against your will, and he laughed jeeringly at your wantonness, “Mhmm, knew you wanted it, princess.”

You couldn’t speak, mind blank as the feeling of his fingers massaging your walls overtook any thought in you head. You whined, closing your legs and squeezing, trying anything to get him to stop. He sharply slapped the back of your thigh, knee coming between your legs to keep them open as he pumped his fingers into your cunt.

You felt him pull them out, and you scrambled forward onto the bed, only for him to grab your legs and pull you back towards him, spreading your cheeks and pushing his cock into your heat in one stroke.

You screamed, the pain was a hundred times worse than the first time. At least then he pretended he was going to be somewhat gentle.

Rafe groaned as he snapped his hips against your ass, not bothering to give you time to adjust. He loved the way you gasped and writhed under him, clenching around his cock as he pounded you.

He gripped your hips, pulling you up onto to your knees, one hand moving to press your shoulder harder against the mattress. You moaned at the way he stretched you out from the changed angle. His cock was dragging against your walls torturously, the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, only punctuated by your gasps and your teary pleas for him to stop. The utter disgust you felt for him at that moment was more than you had ever felt for a person in your life.

He paused, only to pull out and flip you onto your back, pushing into you again, teeth baring as he let out a hiss and his eyes hungrily took in the sight of you stretching tightly around his cock. His hand found your throat again, thumb tracing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze and he covered your lips with his.

You couldn’t catch your breath, Rafe’s hips rocked against yours and the rising pressure between your legs had you seeing stars. Rafe groped at your chest, hand reaching under you shirt to squeeze your tits over your bra.

You bit your lip when he pushed the material aside and twisted your hardened buds, palming and groping at you when he heard your mewls grow louder.

His pace quickened, rutting in to you harder, and the feeling of him twisting your nipples at the same time pushed you over the edge, and you squealed, legs quaking, as he continued to pound into you. The shame of your pleasure burned on your cheeks and Rafe fucked you through your release.

“That’s it, good girl.” He hummed, tongue darting between his lips as he met your gaze. “You feel so fucking good baby.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving the way his cock disappeared between your legs, the way you squeezed him tighter as you came. Rafe groaned against your lips, hips still snapping against yours, tongue probing in to your mouth hungrily.

The room was spinning around you and Rafe was mockingly laughing at the dazed look on your face. “Aw, little slut can’t think about anything other than how hard she’s getting fucked? Hm?”

You couldn’t respond, tears falling past your lashes as your squeezed your eyes shut. His hand gripped your chin, and he forced you to look at him, getting off on the fear in your pleading eyes.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Rafe growled, pace increasing to a peak before he stilled, pushing his hips against yours one last time as he flooded you with his cum.

You were still under him, shaking with sobs, and you raised a fist to hit him on the chest, but he caught your hand and tutted disapprovingly, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You cowered beneath him, rolling to the side to get away, but Rafe stopped you, pulling you back underneath him with a sneer.

“I didn’t say I was finished with you yet.”

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