#and the game crashing was just a cherry on top

[spillthechlorine]

my favourite part of yesterday's stream lmao

[maraschinotopped]

misc doodle dump from multiple fandoms <3

[gravityqueen]

pathologic 2 is the only video game i've seen where there is a maximum number of saves, it does not tell me this until it hit it, i cannot delete old saves in the actual game, and to delete them i need to go to the console storage and delete from there, which cant happen while the game is open... alright

[leonsrightarm]

another win for daddy's credit card :^)

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they accidentally kissed their best friend.

CW: smoking in Jaemin's part.

Mark Lee

It was a very intimate moment between you and your best friend Mark. You were learning how to play a guitar, struggling to find the right chords while Mark just watch you in awe. You were always oblivious with your best friend's feelings for you even though he's very very obvious about it. Mark's stare trailed down to your lips, an absurd feeling of wanting to taste it. And as if he lets his intrusive thoughts win, he leans onto you but straightly towards the cheek. The love-struck Mark was surprised with his actions --- both of you actually. He apologizes immediately, telling you that he has no excuse to his actions while you just sat there looking like a blushing mess.

Huang Renjun

You were bored when you suggested that you and Renjun do a peppero game for the last stick. Thinking that it's just nothing, Renjun agreed. The game starts and slowly, the stick becomes short. You're getting closer to Renjun and as he bites, he can feel your lips brushed to his, making him lean back --- falling from the sofa that you two were sitting. You were surprised by the event but as soon as Renjun stands up, he apologizes quickly for kissing you! You assured him that it's nothing at all, but somehow was flustered by the thought that you two kissed. 

Lee Jeno

You and Jeno were late. So both of you are in a rush, running towards the bus station. Jeno reaches the bus station first, trying to catch his breathe when unknowingly you collided with him. He managed to catch you in his arms before you two fall on the ground. You immediately stood up, realizing that it was your fault that you tripped because your shoelaces are untied. You began apologizing, checking your dazed best friend if he had any scratches with him. But Jeno could only remember the cherry taste of your lips, wondering why you didn't noticed that you two kissed. He wonders whether he'll bring it up to you or not. 

Lee Donghyuck

You and Haechan were close. Way too close. But you two are in the club and the proximity is bound to be close. You're facing him, dancing like there's no tomorrow when someone bumped onto you, making you stumble upon your best friend. You both laugh as you stare at Haechan, and then the next thing you knew, his lips crashed onto yours. You remember how vivid the kiss was that when you brought it up to Haechan, he was clueless, too drunk to remember about it. Seeing how disappointed your expression was, your bestfriend tried his best to recall the events, especially when you two kissed. 

Na Jaemin

You and Jaemin are sitting outside the club. The dirty pavement of the street were comfortable enough for you and his drunk self, both giggling idiots trying to sober up by smoking. You leaned against him, letting the cold air freshen you up when you felt Jaemin's arms wrapping around you. The next thing you knew, his lips landed on the top of your head before leaning against it too. You broke out from his hold, seeing that both of you had a surprise on the look on their face. Jaemin began apologizing for kissing you if it bothered you and told you that he did because the moment was too intimate for him. That's when you knew that you have a lot to clarify with Jaemin once both of you are sober. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle was yapping with something about basketball while you were just sitting there, nodding as he continues to talk. You were scrolling through your phone when you saw a funny meme that you know Chenle will laugh, so you turned your head towards him --- at the same time Chenle leans. His lips directly went to yours and to your surprise, you scrambled out of the sofa while Chenle laughs at the incident. You were blushing red due to embarrassment while Chenle's red from laughing too much, but as soon as he calms down, your best friend apologizes for the kiss even though both of you knew that it was an accident. 

Park Jisung

Jisung was staying over your place that he woke up late. So he was rushing over packing his things and putting on some clothes. It made you panic too that's why you helped him pack some of his things. And when all things are perfect, Jisung bids you goodbye but you were caught off-guard when his lips crashed onto yours. You are used to the kiss on the cheeks since it's a platonic thing for both of you. Before you could say anything, Jisung already left. You stood there frozen, but what you didn't know that the moment Jisung was just outside, he realized what he just did. He doesn't know what to do, whether to go back or catch his class. In the end, he knocks once more, telling you that he's sorry and then dashes away. 

[altxrrmelancholy]

All That Matters - Smg

Tags: soft!Mingi x soft!reader, idol! Mingi, explicit content, virgin!Mingi, not full-on smut but still explicit, fluff fluff fluff, just soft and wholesome

Word count: uummm...

Note: Cherry Lemons is still in progress, but this idea came on to me after remembering a certain Yeosang one shot that I read once, so I thought I should write this one first.

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You took off your hoodie and settled further into Mingi's comfortable bed, waiting for him. He left earlier to go get water for himself so you were alone in his room. You took a look around while you adjusted your top. The slight light from the sunset-coloured nightlight at the corner of the room made you smile, knowing that Mingi really loved those.

This was certainly not your first time in his room, but it was the first time sleeping over when he was here. On some days when you were too tired to go home from work, you would crash in Mingi's room when he was out on tour, as it was closer than your house. Mingi liked taking off his sweaters or hoodies and just throwing them on the floor, so you would just clean up after him when he and his roommates weren't around. You asked San and Seonghwa if they were uncomfortable with you lurking around their house when they weren't there and they definitely didn't mind. You were glad that they were supportive of your relationship with Mingi and didn't mind you sleeping over.

In the midst of spacing out, you heard the door open and looked over at Mingi, who was avoiding eye contact as he stepped in. He knew you preferred sleeping in your underwear as you had told him a few months back. It's all he could think about knowing he was about to share a bed with you. He stood awkwardly in the room as if waiting for permission to be invited to his own bed. You smiled and tapped the space next to you, signaling him to climb up next to you.

"Are you okay? You know I can just sleep on that chair next to the windo-"

"No! I mean, it's cool, you can sleep here. I'm just... a bit tired, that's all." He fumbled a bit as he climbed up on the space next to yours, settling next to you on his back. You couldn't stop smiling as you turned your back to him and settled properly, ready to rest. A couple of minutes passed and you were sure Mingi was already asleep, so you closed your eyes ready to sleep too until you heard him take in a deep breath.

"Mingi?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

He was silent for a bit wondering how he would word out what he wanted to say. You were in the process of turning around to face him when you felt his hands on your back. "N-no! Don't turn! I just- I want to tell you something and I don't want you to look at me right now." He said, his voice gradually getting softer. You were a bit worried, but wanted to hear him out at least, so you stopped and settled in your place.

"Okay? Then tell me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He sighed. "Right. I know."

You heard him breath in and out again steadily, his chest to your back. You brought his hand around your waist so you can hold his hand and assure him that you would listen to him and hear him out on whatever he wanted to say. You felt him begin to speak.

"Sometimes I really want to be intimate with you, but... I'm scared? I don't know. The others have dated before, Jongho included." He mumbled the last part and you couldn't help but laugh out loud. You remembered one of the last conversations you had with Jongho about his dismissive personality and how he had managed to maintain his ex-girlfriend. Safe to say the both of you argued and had to be stopped by Mingi butting in. It was all fun and games though.

You felt Mingi laugh behind you and was glad that he had at least calmed down enough to tell you what he was thinking.

"What are you scared of, huh?" You said softly, still caressing his hand.

"Well... You're my first girlfriend, and you're amazing don't get me wrong, but you're more... Um... You're not like the other member's girlfriends, or exes."

You knew what he meant.

You were more forward. You were the one who initiated most things between you and Mingi: first date, first kiss, first hug... Hell, you were the one who asked him to be your boyfriend. But he has been surrounded by his members and their girlfriends, who had been putty in their man's hands (especially San and Yunho's girlfriends) therefore he didn't expect you to act the way you do. Yunho's girlfriend especially was very shy and submissive, I mean, anyone could tell what kind of relationship they had. He thought you would be the same way.

"It's not like I didn't want to share a bed with you, you just make me so nervous... Not like a bad nervous! A good nervous! I really want to be intimate with you and not have to be scared that I'll do something wrong or, I just- well, what I mean is that I-"

"Mingi."

"Yes?"

"I get it." You chuckled a bit. You could feel him chuckle also, albeit awkwardly. You turned around and met Mingi's eyes. You caressed Mingi's cheek as he closed his eyes. You leaned in and softly kissed him, encouraging him to go harder if he wanted to. He placed his hand on the small of your back and pushed you closer to him. His head dipped down even more when you threw a hand over his shoulder. This went on for a couple of seconds until you pulled back from him, his lips chasing yours.

"You see how easily you just did that?" You whispered. You gave him a few seconds to come back to himself. His eyes suddenly widened as he looked at you like 'i did that?' You laughed softly at his adorableness.

"I also want you to know that you shouldn't overthink things, okay? You like me, righ-"

"Yes! Yes I do, very much." You smiled.

"And I like you too. A lot. So that's all that matters. Okay sweetheart?" You whispered as you got on top of him. You waited for him to nod, and dove in to kiss him again. This time, he was more sure of his movements, his hands moving down your sides to your waist. You moaned slightly at the touch and Mingi grabbed the opportunity and slid his tongue inside your mouth. You wanted to pull back and tell him that you were proud of him but you felt Mingi buck his hips up to yours. You responded by grinding yourself on him. The kiss slowly got forgotten as the both of you were now moaning into each other's mouths, Mingi's deep moans spurring you on more.

Mingi felt like he could fly. He always wanted to touch you, be the boyfriend you would be proud of but he was missing out on small moments like this the more he was worrying. Even as he heard you softly moan he was still thinking about whether he was doing okay. What more could he do to impress you? He figured it would take some time for him to get over those thoughts. With you though, he felt he would do it easily.

He wrapped one hand around your upper back, and one around your waist as he relentlessly tried to reach his high. You buried your face in his neck as your moans started getting a bit louder, not wanting to alert the roommates of your antics. You felt his senses overtake you as your high was building up. You whined Mingi's name as you came, your hands tightening on his broader shoulders.

"Y-y/n sh-shit..." Is the last thing you heard before you felt his hips stutter and his groans alerting you that he came in his pants. The two of you breathe loudly as you begin to register how hot the room got. You lay your head on his chest as you waited for Mingi to calm down.

After a few minutes of silence, you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend with a smirk, and found him as red as a cherry. Is this the same man who performs in front of his fans looking like a sex dream? If only they knew how he actually was. You considered yourself luckier than them.

"What, Mingi? I came too, you know." You laughed as Mingi groaned out of embarrassment. He definitely needed a while to get used to the way you spoke. You figured you would skip talking tonight, and allow Mingi to be... Well, less red.

"Let's go clean up?" You softly smile instead.

Mingi looked up to you with those innocent eyes.

"Yeah. S-sure. Let's clean up."

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Note: I hope I succeeded in the softness aspect. That was the main part of the story.

I hope you enjoyed it! I would really love your attenti- feedback! *runs away*

[leahsgirl]

star girl | lucy bronze x reader

based off the request ‘maybe one with Lucy, that the r scores in the euros final like the winning goal’. let’s imagine it’s the 23’ world cup final again and leah + beth never tore their acl’s xx

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It’s safe to say tensions were high in the locker room as you and your fellow England teammates prepared for one of the biggest matches of your careers. Sarina had opted for the same line-up that secured your team the european championship a year prior, just a few changes here and there.

Yourself was on the bench as a substitute, however, it didn’t make the experience any less nerve-wracking. Double knotting the laces on your boot, you walked over to a familiar brunette.

“it’s totally normal to feel sick to my stomach right?” She chuckles, as if she isn’t about to go out to a crowd of 75,000+ people. “The life of a footballer love.”

“How have you played three world cups? I feel like a heart attack is going to hit me any minute.” Sitting next to her, she squeezes your hand and kisses your temple. “Calmer?” The older girl asks. “Calmer.” You confirm, leaning your head on her shoulder for a brief minute.

You would describe your relationship with Lucy very much black cat x golden retriever; while you was often energetic and switching through emotions like tv channels, lucy was the opposite. While she liked to have fun and be sarcastic and all, she was actually a very chill person who would just go with the flow.

Lucy and you had been dating for just over a year and a half with only close friends and family knowing. You’d be lying if you had your doubts if the both of you would even last - with Lucy playing in Barcelona and you for your childhood club Manchester United, but you stuck it out and recently just bought your first place together.

It was 7:45pm over in Sydney Australia, both opposing teams beginning to line up next to each other in the tunnel. You and the other substitutes were to come out after the starting players. You prayed to God you could come away with a win tonight - you knew how hard each and everyone of you worked and to win the world cup would just be the cherry on top to an undefeated championship run youse had going.

Walking out, it all suddenly got very real. The cheers from the crowd made you smile as you took your seat.

The referee blew her whistle; it was go time. You watched the game intensely, weighing up the stats of your team and the opposing team. Spain was playing good and the nerves in your stomach were intensifying with each passing second.

“Oh shit look!” Ella pointed over at James who was now running down a practically free pitch. “Come on, come on.” You muttered under your breath as you see Spain’s goalkeeper take her stance. James went to hit the ball, it travelling at a good speed. Unlucky for you and your team, it just narrowly missed the goal and instead hit the crossbar - the goalkeeper catching it as it fell back down, opting to roll it to one of her Spanish teammates.

Ten minutes had passed and your team was yet to make another chance, Spain players literally tackling left and right. It all came crashing down however when Carmona scored twenty-nine minutes in, managing to slot the ball into the corner of the net. As the opposing team celebrated you couldn’t help but feel bad for your girlfriend who you know would be blaming herself for the goal after she gave away the ball taking on three players at once.

The game carried on with a profound feeling of desperation. While Beth, both Laurens and even Keira had a shot at goal, none of the attempts made it into the net. You was happy to hear the half-time whistle blow, running down the steps and back through the tunnel.

“It’s not your fault, don’t even think it.” Knowing exactly the thoughts going on in your girlfriend’s head, you rubbed her back supportively. “I got too bloody cocky, I should’ve just passed it back.” Lucy ran her slim fingers through her tied back hair.

“Hey hey, we still have another forty five minutes to show them what we’ve got. And I don’t know about you, but I think Bronze over here shouldn’t stop aiming for gold.” Her lips tugged at a grin over your partially lame joke. “You’re right, as always. Don’t know what I’d do without my woman.” She quickly pecked your lips.

“Okay lovebirds, keep it in your pants - we have a game to win.” Keira piped up, giving both you and lucy a little smack on the back of the head.

It’s safe to say after the pep talks the squad received in the locker room, England was on top form. It also helped that Spain had let go of the reigns a little, clearly thinking they were safe with the one nil advantage.

The 68th minute. That’s when the crowd started to get a whole lot louder and players were charging down one side of the pitch. Hemp had control of the ball, slowing just before the box and passing it to Beth. The blonde hit the ball with her left foot sending it straight into the back of the goal. Cheers roared through the stadium as you celebrated with the other girls on the bench. The scoreline now 1-1, you was still in this.

Your time had come to make a debut in the game, walking onto the outskirts of the pitch, Sarina going through the plan with you. James was the girl who was making way for your appearance, giving you a double high-five and pat on the back.

Running onto the pitch, adrenaline rushed through you as you made eye contact with a certain someone and sent her a wink. You hadn’t even managed to get three passes before you were caught with studs pressing into your ankle, sending you down onto the ground “What the fuck was that for?” It’s not like you was massive threat to the Spanish team at that moment considering you was about to pass the ball back up your end.

Luckily you were awarded a free kick, having alex take it. The match was getting more tense the longer you played, both teams creating good chances. Spain was even awarded a penalty which thank god Mary saved.

91 minutes. The game had entered extra time. Scores still level.

You watched as Keira dribbled with the ball, passing to Leah who kicked it up the pitch. Weighing up where the ball was in the sky and where you was near the goal you saw your chance; jumping up in the air you threw your body back, your left foot getting a hit on the ball which sent it flying into the net. Getting up off the grass, you look at one of the assistant referee’s to make sure it wasn’t offside.

His flag staying down, you dropped to your knees in disbelief. The girls ran over to you cheering and shouting your name while practically assaulting you with hugs.

The final whistle was blown about thirty seconds later with your whole squad now coming into the pitch. Familiar hands wrapped around your torso and lifted you into the air, carrying you bridal style. “You’re fucking incredible you know that?” The brunette spun you around grinning like a little child.

Once put down you cupped her face in your hands, overcome with emotion and smashed your lips onto hers. Although the defender was taken back, she gave into the moment and kissed you back with just the same intensity. It wasn’t the way either of you was planning to make the relationship public but hey, you just won the biggest tournament of your lives and wanted to celebrate with your special lady.

it wasn't long before you was ambushed by your team shouting compliments left right and centre. the crowd was also off on one, the volume making your ears ring.

walking back through the tunnel and into the locker room you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when a voice whispered into your ear "follow me."

obliging by the command and plodding behind the brunette, she dragged you into what appeared to be a storage room, miscellaneous sports equipment scattered around.

pushing you up against the cold wall which made you audibly gasp she planted a searing kiss onto your lips, hands having a firm hold of your waist. you reacted almost immediately, placing you hand on the back of her neck and bringing the two of you even closer.

"god i love you." the older woman breathed out as she moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking the skin to the point you was squirming in effort to not make any noise.

"i should score goals more often if this is how i get rewarded." forcing her to look at you, you reconnected your lips wasting no time in biting her bottom lip and snaking your tongue inside.

just as she slid her hand under your shirt there was a bang on the door. "lucia bronze and y/n y/l/n! if youse two are not out of there in ten seconds i will kick this door down myself!" tooney shouted.

you placed one last peck on lucy's cheek "i think we've been caught."

the right-back rolled her eyes. "we're continuing this later." she smirked, hitting your butt before unlocking and opening the door for you.

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lucybronze Won the world cup and the girlfriend jackpot. On top of the world right now.

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[mayaflowerxs]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

Synopsis: San can’t already stand your best friend, especially when all she does is fill your head with negativity about him. But his breaking point may just be when she suggests you to start using a toy over him.

Warning: Smut / Fluff / Slight Angst . Swear word usage, jealousy, Best friend is an instigator, tension and use of sex toys. Sadism, creampie, pregnancy kink, + more.

Pairing: San x fem reader

San is a very caring person. He’s sweet, patient, a literal definition of a sweetheart. An art created by women, but he does have one little tick. And that’s not being able to stand your best friend. In most relationships it’s an either or situation.

Either the boyfriend and partner’s best friend get along great. Siblings from different parents even, jokes are made, slight bickers erupt. But for the most part, their main concern is trying to prove to the other they love their partner/best friend more.

Then there are those who absolutely can’t stand each other. The smiles sucked out of them as soon as one of them enters the room. The scowls and the irritated huffs. The possessiveness and the slight competition to try and prove their care for their partner/best friend. A constant fight to see who gets to one up the other. The literal thought of them sends goosebumps and that’s exactly where San finds himself to be. He tries, really he does. Especially when your pouty face begs him to get along with your best friend. He tries to bury the hatchet but it’s the little remarks, the constant instigating, always pinning him to look bad. “Huh.” She begins as once again she’s crashing into yours and his place. “What?” “I’m just wondering, for your anniversary. Didn’t you buy him a Rolex?” “Yeah? Why was that too much?” San hears your voice lower. The door to your bedroom open and just across from his gaming room. The small insecurity rises in your tone which only has him wanting to get off his chair and defend your present. He loves it, he’s never taken it off and never wasted a second to show it off to his best friends.

“No but I’d expected he at least try to do something as sophisticated as well. I mean what did he do again? Buy you a purse not even half the prize of the Rolex?”

You’ve got to be kidding me. San thinks.

Your friend is a hater. Simple as that, nothing he does is ever good enough for her. Either the jewels on the 5k necklace he bought you are too small. The dinner wasn’t all that, the chores he did aren’t too impressive. He knows he shouldn’t care what she thinks. Overall, it’s not like he’s seeking for her validation. No, he seeks yours which is why she bugs the hell out of him. Never not does she whisper crap into your ears. Plaguing you of the little things San could do better at.

The bubbly smile on his face immediately curls into a scowl the second he walks into your shared suite. Finding her with a glass of wine in hand for the umpteenth time. “Baby! You’re home!” He hears your angelic voice chirp. “About time.” He ignores the murmuring from her. Walking over to you, he glares daggers at your best friend before changing his expression. A soft loving gaze evident on his face the second he meets your. His white sleeves rolled up which made his muscles on his arms more prominent. Resting his hand on the table, a clear view to your best friend of the wedding band that rests on his finger. Using his other hand to curl a finger under your chin and pull you into a deep loving kiss. Suck on that. He feels smug, a slight smirk on his face as he continues to kiss your soft cherry flavored lips. Your giggling is what unfortunately has the two of you separating. A clear distaste on your best friends face but covers it before you notice.

“How was your day my love?” San asks, lifting your hand that bares the bright shiny Diamond ring that symbolizes his love for you. A soft kiss placed on top of it, Making sure the ring falls under the light in the kitchen, the sparkle reflecting itself in the eyes of your friend. Wincing as she has to blink back a clear view. “Great! We were just having a girls chat.” “Again?” Tilting her head, she settles the wine glass down. “Problem Choi?” “I don’t know, just seems you’ve been coming a lot more often than usual. Boyfriend dumped you again?”

“San!” He feels you smack his bicep but he doesn’t break eye contact from her. Biting the inside of her cheek, she scoffs. “Don’t you got an office to lock yourself in to get to?” “Don’t you got a bar to get drunk off your ass to get to?” “Alright enough! Both of you behave. Sannie go shower, the sweat makes you hot but the stink doesn’t. We’re about ready to finish up anyway.” Nodding , he presses a kiss on your forehead before walking off.

“Seriously y/n, I don’t know how you deal with it.” Snorting, you pick up the wine glasses and proceed to set them into the sink. “Him hun, not it.” “Yeah I’m not too sure. I mean he’s so…robotic.” Scrunching your brows you give her a puzzled look as you clean up the table. “Robotic? How so?” “Well I mean San is just always doing the same thing. Like he’s programmed to do and say the exact thing over and over again. Like when was the last time you two went out on a proper adventure together?” “Well he does have a job and I have my internship.” You shrug. “Exactly, what kind of a husband spends most of their time writing their lives off on work and not their social life? You know, marriage, wife, relationship? That is what comes with having said social life?” Shaking your head you chuckle. “He’s doing the best that he can. Just two nights ago he risked being late to a meeting just so he can bring me lunch.”

“All I’m saying is, once he gets into a habit of living the same routine over and over, he may get bored and start feeling rash.” “Rash?” “All men do that, first it’s ‘oh I love you, please marry me, be with me’ then as soon as they begin to feel just a little bit of stress and boredom, boom ten years of a relationship down the drain.” Widening your eyes, you freeze in your spot. “You’re not saying San is cheating?” “Of course not dear, because if he was. I would have killed him by now.” The worry begins to form on your face as she continues to ramble on. “Tell me, when was the last time you two had sex?” Taken aback by the question you feel your cheeks begin to grow hot. “I-uh…um-wow okay, I don’t…I don’t know.” “My point exactly.”

“So what exactly is wrong? Is San getting bored of me? Is he seeing someone? Oh my god, there’s someone else right?!-“ “Shh! Relax, from what I know nothing. All I’m saying is San is getting a bit, blah.” “Blah?” “Yeah, and given he’s not being so caring like a caring husband should be. I think you should start caring for yourself.” “But, I am. I mean I do get manicures when I can and go to a spa every once and a while. I just got a facial just last week-“ Interrupted by her laugh, you watch her stand up and begin to reach for her purse. “Oh my poor y/n, that’s not what I was referring to.” “No?” You raise a brow at her. “If San isn’t doing a fine job satisfying you, then you should be finding yourself a distraction. A toy per say.”

Completely taken by surprise, you don’t get to ask any further questions as she had already made her way out the door. You never expected to have such a conversation, in fact you don’t really understand why you had. San isn’t blah? At least not to you. Yeah it sucks that with his job, you only see him in the mornings briefly as he gets ready, a kiss to your lips as he leaves for work. A text here and there and then by night, he’s home for a shower, a dinner and then bed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the random late night talks, the 3 am errands to the grocery store and the trips across towns. Even more, the sex. You two haven’t slept with each other in a while and when you did, it was brief and lazy. Both too tired for anything rowdy. “Babe?” You hear San call out for you. “Coming!” Your best friend didn’t know what she was talking about. San isn’t blah, your marriage is perfect and no way do you need a toy to satisfy you.

If San didn’t like your best friend then, now he despises her.

“What the hell is this?” San glares at the device in its package. A smirk on the damn woman’s face as she sits on your couch. A shy smile on your face, cheeks a rosy tint of red as you look at him. “Just thought to change things up?” “What do you mean baby?” Setting his suit case down, he cups your face. He knows you didn’t come up with this idea. No way you woke up one day and decided to buy yourself a dildo on a random Tuesday night. “What did she say now?”He adds a harsh tone to she, not a single glance over to her as he keeps his focus on you. “She did your wife a favor.” She spoke up, standing she walks over and picks up the box. “Made sure she got it extra large, you know just to make sure it’ll do a better job.” Smirking she grabs her jacket and gives you a goodbye hug. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” His question going unanswered as you begin to walk your friend out.

As soon as the door closed, he’s about ready to bombard you with questions but is stopped when you wrap your arms around him. “I know works been a pain, it’s why I got it. Don’t want to bother you, now I’m situated.” Sending him a smile, you grab the box and head on over to your bedroom. At loss for words, San stands their bewildered. What the hell happened?

“I can’t fucking stand her.” San slams the shot glass on the table. An amused look on Yeosang and Wooyoung as they watch their favorite continuously chug down shot after shot. “San, this woman has been driving you nuts. Why can’t you just tell y/n how much she bothers you.” Wooyoung takes the bottle away from his grip. Shaking his head, he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “They’ve been best friends since first grade, I could never tell her how much I despise her. It’ll crush her.” “Well it’s not like you’ve been keeping your hatred for her a secret.” Yeosang shrugs. “And worst of all, she had her buy a sex toy.”

“Sex toy huh? Getting kinky is she?” Wooyoung grins. “She got it so I wouldn’t have to have sex with her.” “What?” “She didn’t want to bother me, so instead of focusing on fucking me, she’ll be using that damn vibrator.” Snorting, Wooyoung can’t help but chuckle. “Never thought to live the day in which Choi San would have to be competing with a vibrator over his wife.” “Shut up Wooyoung.” He rolls his eyes, okay so maybe he’s jealous. Why wouldn’t he be? He misses you, it’s no secret the man craves sex. But he’s been holding back because he thought you weren’t up for it. Your internship has been so demanding of you. Every day he notices your nails getting shorter and shorter by how much you bite them. Legs bouncing much more rapid by how easily the stress builds in you. The eye bags only growing and all he wishes is to draw you a nice bath and fuck the stress out of you.

But he holds back, in case you weren’t up for it. He respects your wishes, and he wouldn’t dare to ever do anything you were uncomfortable with. But ever since the spawn of satan introduced you into the worlds of sex toys it’s like he no longer exists. He’s not one to oppose sex toys if it means he’s getting in on the action but this, no this was a sex repellent on him. Worse when your best friend constantly smirks victoriously at him. “It works wonders.” He hears you say one night over the phone. In the drawer, he opens and sees there it lies. Scoffing, he grabs it and tosses it on the bed. Walking over to where you sat, he picks you up abruptly. “San!” Tossing you on the bed, he rips the phone out of your grasp.

“Hang up or listen, either way I’m about to fuck my wife.” He tells your best friend as he throws the phone on the pillow before pulling your legs closer to him. “Sannie?” Jaw clenched, he rips your pajama shorts off you along with your panties. Spreading your legs as he settles in between them. “Don’t need a fucking dildo to be satisfied.” A gasp rips out of you as he takes a long lick up your cunt. “Can that toy of yours do this to you?” Hands gripping your thighs back as he begins to eat you out. Spitting and licking figure eights on your clit. Bringing two fingers up to your mouth, you oblige and take them into your mouth. He feels rumbling as you moan on his fingers. Soft doe eyes vanished and instead replaced with lust and hunger. San seems almost animalistic as he sucks, your essence only building the longer he eats you. Removing his fingers, he watches as a strip of salive fall out of your mouth. Not wasting a second in shoving them in. “San!” Throwing your head back, forcing yourself to keep wide for him. “That dildo can never be as good as me. Look how caring I am? Always making sure my princess gets nothing but mind blowing orgasms. Can it lick your pretty pussy lips like I do huh? Can it play with your clit until you shake with ecstasy?”

Whining, your hands go down to grip on his hair. A loud slap is heard as he looks at you sternly. “Answer me princess.” “No Sannie! It can’t! Fuck I’m close!” Picking up in speed, he fucks you with his fingers. Loving the view of you squirming, chest rising as your stomach clenched each time his fingers hit a particular spot. Lowering his tongue back on your pussy, as if it was his last meal. He doesn’t stop even after he brought you to a toe curling climax. “Baby!” You try to push his face but you don’t budge. Instead he pins your legs down and continue to suck. Squelching noises are echoed throughout the room along with your moans. Getting louder and louder you’re glad no one else lives on the same floor as you two. The large view of the city shown out of your window. Anyone can see at any second and it only turned you on more. You’d love for someone to see how well your man knows how to pleasure you. To see how lucky you are to have found such a gem. San wasn’t bothered, if anything the only thing bothering him is that damn vibrator. It’s lying there right by you. Almost mocking him given it’s had a few rounds with his wife. So as he detached himself from your cunt, he flips you over.

“Look at it,” Tilting your head to look at the device, he pushes your upper body down on the bed. Face right next to it. “If you think for a fucking second this damn thing can bring you pleasure then you’re fucking wrong. Only I can.” He felt pathetic, just how bothered this object made him feel. But he had to make a statement, he needed for you to know you didn’t need any object to bring your pleasure. You have him, he’s yours to love, to play with, to fuck. He’s your personal fuck toy so why the fuck did you let your stupid fucking friend talk you into buying it? “Fuck!” Your eyes roll back as he shoves his dick inside you. Hands gripping your waist as he begins to plunge into you. The creaking of the bed increases in volume the harder he fucks you on the bed. Not letting you move an inch from him. “So sensitive!” You whine as you grip the sheets.

“Take it, be a good girl and take my cock.” He huffs, strands of hair beginning to fall on his face as he focuses on making you come as many times as possible. Looking down and seeing the connection between you two. How your essence glimmered his cock, it’s own personal lube. Never do you need much preparation, always ready to take him anytime and anywhere. “God I missed this cunt.” He grunts as he thrusts harder into you. “Missed your cock!” You breathe out. Leaning down, he grips your face and smashes his lips on yours. Forcing his tongue in as he keeps thrusting without relenting.

It’s crazy just how much stamina the man had. Maybe it was the lack of sex for the last few weeks. Maybe it’s the hatred for your best friend constantly meddling in your marriage or the jealousy over the toy. Hell, maybe it’s all three. It’s why no matter how much his body begs to release, he refuses and holds it in. Orgasm after orgasm and he still doesn’t detach himself from you. Tears running, hair disheveled, lips bruises and titties covered in hickies, sheets drenched as you lie on the bed pretty and fucked out for him. “Sannie no more!” You hiccup, had just squirted all over him. Pulling away, he turns the both of you around. “One more princess. Don’t you wanna help your husband come? Mhm?” Wiping the tears off your face, you nod and climb on top of him. “Good, now sit.” The both of you moan at the intrusion again. Beginning to feel your head get fuzzy, San holds you up. “Don’t fall asleep baby, so close.”

“Yes Sannie.” Setting a pace before bouncing yourself up and down on him, the claps louder than ever. Swear on both of your foreheads as his biceps flex his muscles the tighter he holds you. Helping you bounce on him, slapping your ass to encourage you to go faster. “Just like that, fuuuck.” Throwing back his head when you begin to squeeze him. Warm walls engulfing all of him, “Shit! Keep doing that and I might fuck a baby in you.” He grunts, noticing your movements suddenly got faster. You squeezed him again as a loud whine came from you. “Oh? I see.” Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you down to rest on top of his chest. “It’s what you want don’t you?” Stopping momentarily and then a louder moan emits from your mouth when he proceeds to fuck deep and slow in you. “Tell me, want me to get you pregnant huh?”

Mouth wide open but no words come out as the feeling his cock raw and throbbing in you is all your head can process. “Want me to make you a mama? Get your belly all round and big for me yeah?” Nodding vigorously, you cup his face. “Please San! God I want it all!” You plead him. “M’gonna give you all my babies. M’yours y/n, not that fucking device. Need someone to fuck you, come to me. Hell, come to my office and I’ll gladly fuck you stupid right in front of everyone.” Quickening his thrusts, you hold him tightly as you feel yourself begin to shake.

“Fuck I’m coming!” San grunts as he sucks on your neck. Hitting your g spot, the both of you come on the spot. Loud mewls from the both of you, heavy breathing and hearts racing. You were currently fighting to stay awake but San’s warm body made it impossible. Too fucked out to care about anything else. Caressing your hair, he lulls you to sleep. Grabbing your phone and noticing the call hadn’t ended at all and that your very sad pathetic friend had heard it all.

Typical.

“Sorry, y/n will no longer be having depressing wine drinking sessions anymore. She’ll be too busy carrying my children.”

And like that, he hangs up on her.

That’ll teach her to fuck with him.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

heart-shaped pancakes

pairing: chris redfield x reader

cw: dd/lg, age gap, p in v, oral, alcohol, breeding kink, daddy kink

a/n: i'm sorry i couldn't do sweet sex like i did w leon (chris does something to me). anyway, i imagine this as re8 chris, but also maybe a lil bit of di/vendetta chris.

wc: 4.1k

Chris shouldn’t be as surprised as he is when you broach the subject to him. He’s pushing 50 and you’re barely 21. Daddy issues. Neither of you grew up with present fathers, and maybe that’s what makes you the perfect match. He can be the man his father never was, he can be the man your father never was, Chris can be your daddy. 

You’re tipsy off Ciroc and lemonade - you can order top-shelf liquor since you drink on Chris’dime. Chris tries not to drink too much because he has to supervise you. He practically carries you out of the bar when he decides you’ve had enough. You can pout and cross your arms at him all you want, but he won’t budge. He struggles not to laugh at you because you look silly when you’re being stubborn. Other patrons probably already think he’s your father. 

When you get into the car, he buckles you in while you babble all your complaints. “You’re so strict. I was just having fun.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says, hand on the gearshift because he’s taking you home despite your protests. 

“Okay, dad.” You roll your eyes. Chris can hear it, even though his eyes are on the road. “Sorry, I mean, Daddy,” you say, half-laughing because you’re half-joking. Only half. You’re half entirely fucking serious. Chris almost crashes the car on the way out of the parking lot. 

“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” He’s amused, not aroused according to his brain wherein his better judgment lies. His brain’s not the only organ in his body responsible for his decision making. Blame all the bad decisions on his dick. 

“No, I think you like it,” You taunt. He can feel your eyes studying him. You’re oddly perceptive. It almost disturbs him sometimes. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” you say, all sing-songy - thank God it wasn’t karaoke night. “Daddy’s making me go home because I’m his baby girl, and baby girls can’t stay up past bedtime.”

It’s the voice that really gets him. All breathy and light. Sharp inhale, long exhale. Do not play her games. He needs it tattooed on him Memento-style.

“Don’t distract Daddy while he’s driving.” It shuts you up. Neither of you are sure how committed he is to playing the part. His voice is stern - and not quite in the ‘Daddy’s going to spank you’ way. He’s being serious. Either way, you’ve written the word ‘Daddy’ in every corner of his mind in bold Sharpie lettering. He can’t get away from it. 

Chris deposits the car keys on the counter and flops down onto the couch with a sigh. You stand there, waiting, looking lost in your own home. Chris raises his eyebrows at you and pats his lap. “Come here,” he says, looking smug now that he’s gained the upper hand. 

You scurry across the room and sit in his lap awkwardly like you’re taking a picture with Santa Claus and telling him what you want. 

“Do you think we need to have a talk about what you said back there in the car?”

You try to squirm away, but he has a firm grip on your hips. His voice in your ear is still mocking, but his lips are sweet from your cherry-flavored chapstick. From when? Memories blend together when you're lost in the smell of his cologne.

“I was just trying to provoke you.”

“Provoke me to do what?” Yeah, exactly. You’re caught, sweet cheeks. “Did you accidentally reveal a little secret about yourself?” His face is nuzzled into your neck now and he places a kiss to the nape. It’s so unfair, he already has you in his grasp, now all he needs is a confession. 

“And what if I did? Would you be mad at me?” You want so badly to be a tease - you already look the part, wearing a skirt that's dangerously short - but your shyness makes you sound defensive.

“Mad at you? For what?” Your pink cheeks melt his stoic facade so easily.

“I don’t know.” You look down at your hands, you’re fidgeting. “It’s weird, right? I mean, I feel weird that I wanna call you ‘Daddy’.”

“It’s a little weird-”

“See? I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

“-but it’s not weirder than anything else you do.”

“Huh?”

“You've got a bed filled with... those whatever you call ‘em… marshmallows?”

“Squishmallows,” you correct him. 

“Thank you. Your squishmallows hog the bed until you wanna have sex, and then they can’t be there because ‘you don’t want them to see anything inappropriate’.”

“Baby Yoda’s too young to see things like that.”

“Baby Yoda’s not real, honey.”

You frown. 

“I’m sorry. He’s real, you’re right,” he concedes when he hears a sniffle come from you. 

“You can apologize to him, not me.”

“Remind me when we go to bed, okay?”

You turn yourself sideways in his lap, so you can snuggle up to him. “So you wanna be my daddy?” You’re quick to adopt your role. He tries to think of a way to tell you he’s not sure, he’ll think about it, but his cock twitches and the decision is made. “I think I already am your daddy, baby girl.”

“Mm yeah,” you mumble and nod. With your head pressed into him like this, you’re rubbing your cheek against his chest like a cat does with its owner - affectionate and adorable, though you end up leaving glittery eyeshadow on his good shirt. “Can we go to sleep?” 

“Yep. It’s way past your bedtime.” A bedtime which has yet to be set. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, knowing he’s going to pick you up and carry you. 

When you’re drunk, Chris usually has to help you put your pajamas on. This isn’t anything new. It’s new when he has to help you into your clothes the next morning, when you’re sober. Tonight, your tank top and shorts are a soft cotton, covered in pink flowers. You fall asleep only after your face has been scrubbed of makeup - Daddy's orders.

You make a face when the damp towelette touches your skin. 

“I know you don’t like it, but you’re gonna be mad if you get makeup all over your pillowcase,” Chris reminds you. (You suck it up for the sake of the pillowcase.)

Before transporting you to bed, he pinches your freshly-washed cheeks. Your skin is soft and the apples of your cheeks are round when you smile.  “You’re so cute,” he says. The truest words he's ever spoken.

“Love you, Daddy,” you mumble as you fall asleep. It’s so sincere and delicate, it sounds adorable when you say it. He could get used to hearing it.  

It’s a good thing Chris is used to lack of sleep because you toss and turn, moving him around like he’s a ragdoll. You push him onto his back and splay yourself across him like a dead starfish, then you turn onto your side so you can hug one of your squishmallows that’s half the size of your body, and you grab Chris’ arm, pulling him with you, so he can be the big spoon. 

You’re a heavy sleeper until he tries to move. If he flips over, so do you. You’re stuck to him, like a sea urchin. He told you that once and you cried. “No, I didn’t mean it like that, baby. You’d be a cute little sea urchin,” he said. 

You wake up bright and early without a hangover. At Chris’ age, you always wake up feeling kind of hungover - achy body, foggy brain, a vague sense of regret. It’s Saturday, which means that Chris is supposed to be able to sleep in for a couple extra hours. His alarm goes off in the form of your mouth on his dick. 

He sits halfway up, balancing himself on his elbows and sees your head peeking out from under the covers. You lock eyes with him, and he squints like he’s trying to read small print. 

“Good morning, Daddy,” you chime. Oh yeah, guess that whole ‘Daddy’ thing wasn’t a dream. 

“Daddy’s trying to sleep,” he says in between yawns. 

“I wanna play,” you say. Your pink lips are dripping with your own drool which you haven’t bothered to wipe off. Does Daddy have to buy you a bib? 

“Have at it,” he says and pats your cheek, giving you the tiniest smile before lying back down. 

For a little girl, you really know how to suck cock, he thinks. You take him as far as you can down your throat. You almost choke. Chris’ eyes open again to see tears in your waterline. 

“C’mere” he says, hoisting you up, so that you’re lying on his chest. He wipes the tears from your eyes before they can fall. 

“Was it not good enough?” His heart breaks hearing your faltering tone. 

“No, no, you were doing so well, baby, but you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing it like that.”

Daddy knows best. He never wants to impose rules on you, he can’t be strict with you. He doesn’t control your screen time or force you to eat dinner before dessert. Despite your feisty attitude and tendency to be naughty, you’re a good girl. Though, maybe he does need to limit your daily intake of dick since you continue to push the limits of your windpipe. 

“Kisses?” You look like you’re going to cry if he denies you - not that he would ever do such a thing. 

“Always,” he says before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. It doesn’t take long for an innocent kiss to turn into a full-blown make out session. 

The growl of your stomach interrupts the moment. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” you lie.

“It’s not nice to lie to Daddy.”

Too bad sucking cock is a reward not a punishment. You get a lot of rewards.

“Get up,” he says, giving you a light slap on the ass.

Your smile dares him to do it again. When he does, it only encourages your bad behavior.

He convinces you to get out of bed with the promise of pancakes. You sit at the kitchen counter, kicking your feet, waiting impatiently. 

“Can you make them into shapes, Daddy?”

“A circle is a shape, honey.”

“I want heart-shaped pancakes.”

He sighs, ignoring your complaints. “Syrup?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little bit disappointed at the fact that your pancakes will not have an extravagant presentation. Your frown is quick to disappear when your pancakes arrive. They’re on a frog-shaped plate. The two pockets at the top (the eyes of the frog) hold syrup and blueberries. 

“Can you cut them up?” You hold out your fork and knife. Oh, he forgot, babies can’t have knives. 

Chris walks over silently and does as you ask. He feels more like a butler than a Daddy. 

“Thank you. I love you, Daddy,” you say as he turns to walk away. 

It takes very little to make him smile - at least, when it comes to you. “Love you, too, cutie,” he says. He gives you a peck on the lips and an extra kiss on the forehead, for good luck.

Chris likes being your Daddy, and you catch on fast. 

Daddy. The word becomes a weapon. 

Chris tries not to let you see how much it affects him when you say it, especially in public. You got an earful for saying it within earshot of the cashier once. He already looks old enough to be your father, and he really doesn’t want anyone thinking that’s the case, especially when you’re so handsy - you’ve gotten in trouble for that too. You cannot grope Daddy in a crowded park in broad daylight. 

You’re in line at the pharmacy, getting the essentials: condoms, nicotine gum, and apparently, a giant bag of starbursts. 

“Mm-mm.” Chris shakes his head. 

You pout and thrust the bag at him. 

“I’ve already put on weight. I’m too old to eat all that candy.” It's not like anyone's forcing him to eat it, but he knows himself by now - he will eat the entire bag.

“But, Daddy, please,” you whine and look up at him with your big dewy eyes.

And that’s it. That’s all you have to say. The last time you said that you were begging to blow him. It’s all he can see now. The blood rushes downwards and he knows arguing with you is pointless. He snatches the bag from you and buys it without another word.

You reach for the plastic shopping bag so you can have a snack on the drive home, but Chris puts them out of your reach.

“Bad girls don’t get candy,” he says. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Bullshit. 

“You’re lucky it’s day time because I’d park the car on the side of the road and tell you to prove to me how sorry you are.”

You perk up at that, it seems like you’d like getting on your knees in public. Better take back that threat. 

He lets you off the hook because you have him wrapped around your finger. He’s ‘Daddy’ in name only, you wear the pants in the relationship. 

The protector role he takes on as Daddy comes naturally. He’s lost almost everyone he’s ever loved. The fact that you like him watching over you and keeping you safe makes his life easier. It makes him less paranoid. Now he only has to worry about all of his other loved ones. He makes Claire text him once a day to let him know she’s alive. The one time she forgot - had a very fun night out with her own man - he almost had a heart attack. Jill negotiated her contract down to once a week minimum. 

You effortlessly play the part of baby girl. You were already cute, the only difference is you pretend to be innocent now - you’re awful at acting, but it makes you even cuter when you try. Your favorite activities are coloring, watching cartoons, and taking dick. You’re allowed to watch one episode of whatever show you want before bed on weeknights. Daddy is only strict about bedtime because Chris is exhausted. He nods off while you’re sitting in his lap unless you’re constantly chatting or trying to get in his pants. 

“Daddy, you’re not paying attention,” you say, tugging at his sleeve. 

“We’ve already seen this episode. I don’t need to pay attention.”

“You fell asleep last time. That’s why we’re watching it again.”

He tries desperately to keep his eyes open. The fact that you constantly “readjust your sitting position” and your ass - which peeks out of your pajama shorts - rubs against his dick. You have to keep him hard to keep him awake. 

But, Daddy needs a cat nap on the couch so he can prepare for what becomes the typical bedtime routine: a story. 

“Tell me a story.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“You already know everything about me.”

“Nuh-uh. What about a long time ago? Before I knew you.”

“When? I’ve been alive a long time.”

“When you were my age. What were you like?”

That was over 20 years ago. You were born 21 years ago. He feels ancient when he thinks about it like that. He sighs. “Do you want to hear about my time in S.T.A.R.S. or the Air Force?”

“Both of those sound kind of boring.”

“You asked for a story about me, not an interesting story.”

“What about any escapades? Tell me a story about a rendezvous from the olden days?” 

Whoa there, Baby Einstein, you’ve got quite the vocabulary for a little lady like yourself. Chris considers pulling up a dictionary on his phone and reading you that since you wanna be a smart girl it seems. Maybe he can recite the preamble to the Constitution, that’ll put you to sleep.

“The olden days?” He’s almost offended at your remark, “I’m not that old.” There’s a pause. “Fine. I’m old and I need a minute to come up with something.” Oh God, his memory might be going. Daddy’s early onset dementia is showing.

You wait patiently.

“When I was around your age,” Jesus Christ. He sounds like a father. “I had more than a few hook ups in the back of a cop car.”

“As a cop or a criminal?”

“A cop, dumbass.”

“Did you fuck criminals?”

“Not that I know of. I wasn’t one of those corrupt cops.”

“Yeah, you were! You were having sex on duty.”

“Yeah? I’ll remind you of that the next time you call me at work, begging me to come home and fuck you.”

“Fuck is a bad word.”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“You said it first.”

“What do you want me to call it? Intercourse? Making love? ‘Getting it on’?”

“Practicing making a baby,” you suggest.

“Oh? Is that right? You wanna make a baby?”

Bedtime has been thrown out the window. Chris has you pinned - literally, caged in by his body. He forces you to meet his eyes.He doesn’t give you a chance to run from the implication. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. 

“What if we just pretend? For practice," you say.

“Sure, practice.” He’s all sardonic about it, but he’s dying to put his dick in you. “Swear you’ve been taking those pills?”

“Pinky swear. Girl Scouts honor.”

It’s rare that you’re able to break his composure, but he has to stifle a laugh. You’re quick to make the transition from being shy to impatient, squirming when you don’t get what you want. Chris moves his hands from your wrists to interlock his fingers with yours. 

“Can you be a good girl?” He asks.

“Yes, Daddy” you say, but your coy grin and shifty eyes betray you. Obedience is boring. You’ll push the envelope until you get fucked face down into the mattress. 

Chris scoffs and rolls his eyes - you’re a liar, and he’ll still fulfill every wish of yours. You moan into his mouth when he kisses you and lift your hips, trying to get any friction. Being greedy only gets you further from your goal. 

He takes off your top and leaves your shorts on. When you pout, he mimics your expression and starts sucking on your tits until the pouty lips are parted and your eyes are screwed shut - he teases you until he’s too hard to think straight. 

Maybe you don’t wear the pants in the relationship. At least, not for long. He yanks your shorts down like a warning for how rough he’s willing to be with you. And you love it. Daddy’s little girl can take dick like a champ. You don’t need practice ‘making a baby’. 

You’re wet. No, that’s an understatement - you’re soaked. It’s okay, though, because Chris planned on ruining your panties anyway. He’ll feel less guilty, knowing that you made a mess of them first. He pulls the fabric to the side and pumps two fingers in and out. You moan and he retracts them. 

“You’re so mean,” you whine. 

“You’ve been naughty for the past week, and I’m still rewarding you. I’m not mean.”

You scowl, and he leans in and whispers in your ear, “And, I know you like it.”

You can’t argue with that. 

You’re practically salivating watching him get undressed. The way he pulls his shirt over his head is one thing, but the sound of his belt buckle, the button pop, the zipper pulled down, you could get off on that alone. 

Chris’ underwear comes off and your fingers travel to the hem of yours in response. He gently takes your hands away. “Nope.”

At first, you think he’s going to tease you. Maybe he won’t even fuck you tonight. Maybe it’s a punishment disguised as a reward. No, you realize, he’s going to fuck you with your panties still on. He drags the tip of his dick along your folds and you moan pathetically. It’s cute, really. 

As wet as you are, it takes you a moment to adjust to the size of him. You grab hold of your flannel sheets - (your favorite ones, with snowmen on them despite the fact that winter is long gone) - bracing yourself for the stretch. “Being loose” is definitely a myth because you’re tight every time. Your lip quivers, but your pussy flutters.

You are being good. Until you get greedy. Daddy fucks you slow and deep, the way he likes. You’re needy, still young enough to want a quickie, especially when you’ve got multiple rounds in you. It’s easy when you’re not the one doing most of the work. 

“More, Daddy,” you whine. You get what you want - sort of, it’s always ‘more, more, more’ until it’s ‘too much, Daddy’. 

“Shh… thought you were gonna be a good girl for Daddy. You’re gonna get us in trouble again.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“I don’t believe you. Remember how loud you were last time?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Oh really?”

You nod, pouting. 

He sighs. He can’t even punish you because you get off on that, too. 

“I’ll make a deal with you,” he says, halting his thrusts. You try to force him to keep going with your legs around his hips. “Ah-ah,” he chides you, “pay attention.”

Reluctantly, you do as he says. 

“If you can’t behave, I’ll pull out.” That's the only thing he can threaten you with.

You’ve forced his hand. “No…” you say meekly.

“Yes, and you know what,” he says, moving your legs so that you no longer have a grip on his hips, “I’m gonna give you more, but you’re gonna flip over for me.”

He pulls out and for once you obey, flipping yourself onto your stomach. You point to the pillow you want. He grabs it and slides it under your hips. He lifts your hips and slides his cock inside you. You feel the intense pressure of being stretched out and you whimper into the pillow. 

“Aw, baby can’t take it? Thought you wanted this?” Chris doesn’t slow the pace of his thrusts. 

You shake your head, and he swears he can hear a muffled “I can, I can”, but your voice gets lost in the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Regardless of your sobs, you don’t use your safe word. 

“What is it, baby?” He leans down and whispers into your ear with mock-sympathy, “Crying ‘cause you like when Daddy fucks you like this?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan as you clutch the pillow under your head. You’re getting wetter by the second, your walls clench as you struggle against the pleasure. “Daddy,” you cry, lifting your head a bit to make sure he can hear you. 

“Gonna cum? I know you can. Just let go, I’ve got you.” His tone is gentle, despite the frantic pace of his hips, pounding into yours. You’re holding back on purpose, waiting for a promise. 

“Daddy’s gonna put a baby in you. That’s what you wanna hear? ‘Cause it’s true. Gonna cum inside you, gonna get you pregnant.”

You gush around him. That sent you over the edge. His words were for your pleasure. Or so he thought. 

But you’re coming down from your high and he can’t help but tell you about how he needs to get you knocked up. His thrusts get erratic and his grip on your hips tightens. He cums deep inside of you. A reward for your good behavior. Yeah, sure.

Chris’ real reward comes the next morning when he impresses you with his culinary skills. 

Chris eventually learns how to shape your pancakes into hearts. He swears he can do more with a spatula now than with a gun. He deposits your plate - this one is shaped like a pig - in front of you, and you look at him like he’s performed a miracle. 

“Daddy,” you say, “you did it.”

You hop down and run to the bedroom. “Be right back,” you holler as you fly by him. 

You’re on a mission. You have amassed a large collection of stickers. You insist on decorating everything down to the knobs on the kitchen cabinets with glittery rainbows and Care Bears. When you return, you stick a gold star to Chris’ chest, patting it down to make sure it stays. 

“Good job, Daddy!”

It should feel stupid, maybe patronizing, but you’re strict about your stickers - where they go, who can have one, which ones can and can’t be touched. When he receives your approval in the form of a star-shaped sticker, it makes him melt. It also makes him a little bit hard. Or maybe it’s the way your lips redden as you eat strawberries and the way you wipe off excess juice that falls from your mouth and lick it from your fingertips. 

“What do you wanna do this morning?” He asks, leaning his elbow on the counter casually, pretending not to have an end goal. 

“I wanna play with Daddy,” you say with a smile. 

He's unsure what your angle is - until you wink and run towards the bedroom. It’s his turn for breakfast. Pussy is on the menu. 

[femsolid]

Video games recommendation for women part 2

The same criteria as before: has to have a female lead and little to no misogyny

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1. Shadow of the Tomb Raider

The seemingly invincible and endlessly talented Lara Croft goes on yet another adventure, this time exploring the Amazon jungle and South American ruins looking for a magical artifact hoping to prevent her enemies, an evil organisation called Trinity, from using it.

Tomb Raider is a franchise that has changed quite a bit over the years. Ever since the reboot, Lara has become a fully fledge character and she doesn't do rock climbing in a skimpy outfit anymore (which made the boys mad, boohoo).

But sadly she still suffers from her reputation of sexy girly indiana jones which I suspect is why women don't seem that interested in her. Shame!

It's not usually the type of games I like (very over the top "blockbustery") but I got hooked the minute I set foot (or rather crashed) in the Peruvian jungle. The game is visually stunning, I loved exploring all the ancient temples, the crypts, the jungle and seeing all the animals. The puzzles were challenging, the fights were fun, it was entertaining, well made, with lots of female characters and it takes place in Peru which is just the cherry on top for me.

The only thing I didn't like was Jonah but then I never liked him. He's Lara's best friend and is pretty much there to be kidnapped and rescued in every game, which is kind of a nice reversed damsel in distress trope I suppose, but still, you're useless Jonah I kept telling my screen.

2. Alien Isolation

In this game you play as Ellen Ripley's daughter who ends up trapped in a gigantic spaceship with a lethal enemy, of course, the infamous alien: the xenomorph.

This game is perfect if you are currently suffering from constipation. It doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares and gore to scare you no, it's all about the ~ambiance~. If you are found, you are dead, simple as. And you will die... A LOT. I got an achievement for dying 50 times. I was laughing hysterically whenever the alien caught me by that point and I think the alien was too.

They say "in space no one can hear you scream" but this alien can hear your footsteps so this makes for some tense gameplay, especially as the alien's AI is very good and you are extremely vulnerable. To survive you will have to be very mindful of the noises you make and the noises the alien makes. Oh yeah, you both crawl through the same ventilation system by the way. This could make for some awkward encounter... On top of having to deal with the alien you will meet androids and humans who aren't exactly friendly either. The goal is, of course, to escape from the ship alive.

I have to give the developpers props for really making us feel like we are in an Alien movie. The music, the ship's design, the alien itself, are all very faithfull to the movies and this game is rightly considered a classic.

3. Spiritfarer

In Spiritfarer you play as Stella (and her cat) who has become the captain of a boat on which she welcomes the spirits of different people who have died. She will accompany them for a while until it's time to cross the bridge and say farewell.

It's worth mentionning, given how rare it is, that the main character is a black girl. Your job is to manage the boat (make improvements to it) and become self-sustainable: you will grow your own food, build houses for each spirit and decorate it, grow trees, collect wood, fish, feed your guests. You can make a mill, a weaving workshop, a sawmill, a kitchen, a garden, etc and arrange it as you please.

Most importantly, you will travel the sea to meet new spirits, learn about their lives and fullfill their last wishes before they are ready to leave us. And then you will cry and cry and cry as the music rises and you give them one last hug.

It's a cosy game, slow paced, lots of dialogues, cute mini-games within it, and at times really funny interactions because it all looks so cute yet the characters act and talk like normal people (they told me to fuck off quite a lot) and they will often get into unprompted anti-capitalist rants. It reminded me of Spirited Away a lot, very strange and comfy at the same time.

It's a story about death, about how each person handles it, what they look back on, and yet it's a very pleasant game.

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As usual I will add more to the list as I reblog it and, of course, if you want to recommend a game too, you're more than welcome. I've been focusing on games with female leads lately so I'll have a lot more to add.

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤¡And I never saw you coming , and I’ll never be the same!🖤

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Teammate Cherrie!

Word count: 4.7k

Summary : lyric request : hey! love your writing by the way <3 could i request "and i never saw you coming and i'll never be the same" with charles leclerc? maybe cherrie's had a few bad breakups and she doesn't really trust men anymore, but charles comes along and just changes everything and it's superrr fluffy? thank you so much! x

A/N : hiii!! @cieloclercs Thank u for giving me the inspo for this fic!! Sorry it took so long but I had fun writing it. I hope you u like it!! You guys can send in more Taylor swift lyric prompts for f1 drivers or nhl players and I’ll see what I can do! Lemme know what u guys think xoxo

'I'm walking fast through the traffic lights

Busy streets and busy lives

And all we know is touch and go

We are alone with our changing minds

We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time'

Cherrie tried to push the stinging in the back of her eyes as she ignored the consistent buzzing of her phone in the back pocket of her jeans , sniffling quietly as she quickly crossed through the traffic lights .

Barely seeing a flash of green in the corner of her eyes as she rushed through the busy streets , everybody too overtaken by their own busy lives to pay her distressed self any mind.

And she supposed she took some solace in knowing that everybody was going through the same shit , at different points in their lives . Everybody got sick sometime. Everybody kissed somebody that they didn't see themselves spending the rest of their lives with. Everybody cried , everybody died. Everybody was suffering in some way, some had better coping mechanisms than others and some barely coped at all.

Some found art in pain and some found irony in their own , shaking her head with a bitter chuckle as she roughly pulled her still buzzing phone out from her pocket in a sudden burst of rage .

It had always been like this and at some point in her life she had started to wonder if she really was the problem. If she really were so unlovable than a man could look at her and see someone that they could lie to, someone that they would betray.

It wasn't fair. And it wasn't fair that it hurt each and every time. The sting of betrayal never got any lighter and even if she didn’t love them, it still hurt to know that they didn't love her either.

Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she just wasn't good enough.

To the rest of the world she was this shining star, destined for bright things. Destined to be the best, to stay at the top of her game . Racing fast until the slate ran clean , but no amount of trophy's and no amount of winnings could make this sickness brewing in her heart go away.

"What?" She snapped into the phone , not caring for the wary looks she received as she finally stomped her way into the paddock. Paying no mind to the cameras and no mind to those trying to catch her attention.

She was tired , so fucking tired of trying to be somebody that she just wasn't. She didn't want to smile and look pretty for anyone, she was sick of giving love and getting absolutely nothing but lies in return.

"Haven't you hurt me enough already ?" She almost cried into the speaker , wiping at her slowly drying eyes. She wasn't going to cry at work, she wasn't that type of girl.

She was the star after all. She was ferrari’s golden girl. She couldn't let them watch her bleed.

She had come out of crashing her car with much less scars than this relationship had left. And she was done.

She was sick of men. But she wanted love.

She didn't want to love a thousand of them, didn't want to go through the stages again . Through all the get to know you questions and the uncertainty , failing in love again till it hurts and then bleeds, then fades in time.

It just hurt. And she was tried of it.

"Now you want to give me a headache too?" She snapped at her now ex boyfriend in a rage, kicking the trash can in the corner of the room as she did so. Imagining it was his stupid face.

Why did all the pretty ones have to be such lying assholes in the end?

They had all been so beautiful until their true colours finally showed and it was so fucking ugly.

Like a picture she never asked to be painted , a puzzle that never would fit.

"I'm sorry baby- look- just come back home! We can talk about this-it doesn't have to end like this- I still love you-" the asshole tried to sound tearful but she knew that the only reason he was crying was because he got caught.

She let out a cold laugh, hand pressed to her forehead in frustration . Tears blurring her vision despite her otherwise blank face.

"It ended the moment you decided to kiss any lips but my own! You don't love me-" she laughed and she laughed. Sadly or bitterly , maybe both.

“If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been able to have been 'stolen from me' in the first place." She quoted what the headlines had wrote when they photographed her boyfriend with his tongue down some models throat.

But she didn't blame the woman. Oh no. Because he wasn't hers to begin with was he? Because if he was hers, he wouldn't have been tempted to do this. He wouldn't have even hesitated to say goodbye and turn the other cheek. He would have said no.

But instead he told her he loved her that night and then humiliated her for the world to see.

A awful pattern in most of her ex boyfriends , most of them pretty liars that liked to cry wolf as soon as she saw them for who they truly were.

"So goodbye. Don't call me. Lose my number asshole, we’re fucking done ." She instructed him with a hard sigh, done with this conversation now. Done with him.

She didn't see her teammate uneasily hesitate by the doorway , having heard every single world.

Having been worried about her since the headlines had made its way to his knowledge. But he didn't know what to do or say because they weren't exactly friends. They just worked together and she had been so fixated on lost love and championships, she barely paid him any mind at all . No matter what he did.

She tolerated him at most and no matter how hard Charles had tried to her closer to her, to show her that he was a good guy. She just was never interested .

Too busy with her bad guys to see him.

She almost jumped, startled , when she finally ended the phone call and turned around to see him standing there. Waiting for her to see him. To talk to her.

She inhaled deeply, pursing her lips together tightly as she realised that he had definitely heard it all.

Taking a moment to just look at him, seeing his soft , nervous smile on his pretty little face as he ran a hand through his hair. Eyes falling away from hers then down to his feet instead.

She sighed quietly , patience for men ran thin.

“You alright?" She muttered. Barely paying him any mind again as she tried to gather herself together , brushing down her clothes with the palm of her hands like she was brushing off the memories.

Charles slowly nodded his head, frowning a little. Worried.

"Yeah. are you?" He wondered in concern. She looked so sad. So tired. It hurt him to see.

He wondered how long this had been going on for, wondered why she kept doing this.

He had seen her jump from one guy to another , bad boyfriend after bad boyfriend. And he was starting to wonder if she got them off a bad friend, or if she was just catching these assholes like Pokemon balls at this point.

But Charles thought that she deserved so much more , to him she was daylight. She was golden.

He couldn't understand why she accepted fake love when she could have the real thing if she just opened her eyes and saw him standing there. He has always been there , waiting for her to see.

Instead she looked away, shrugging her shoulders in vague irritation . Not wanting to talk about it with her teammate that she barely knew beyond greetings and forced team bonding.

They weren't friends. She reminded herself to hit feel guilty for being so emotionally distant from him. She didn’t owe Charles anything.

Didn’t owe any man shit really. But still.

Maybe they were never meant to be friends.

She just didn’t know anymore . She sighed.

"I will be." She promised with a light laugh . To be polite . Before quickly Moving on. Because that was all she knew how to do.

‘And I never Saw you coming

And I'll never Be the same’

Cherrie looked down at the box of chocolate cupcakes in Charles hands, glancing back up to his little smile in confusion.

"What's this for?" She asked him curiously , lips twitching at the sight of all the different colour icing on top of them.

“It's not my birthday." She added as though he didn't already know. As though he didn't have her birthday marked in his Calendar as soon as he knew she existed .

Which was a long time ago, way before she even knew who he was.

Yeah. That’s how gone for her he was, and his friends could tease him all they liked for being ‘whipped’ and a longtime ‘simp’ for her, but he simply didn’t care. Because she deserved the world and Charles wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Charles just chucked a little, smile widening as he saw the way she breathed the smell in like the aroma was a candle . Gently taking one from the box , still sat on a random storage box in her garage as she watched her mechanics tinker with her car. Ever the vigilante.

He then took a seat beside her carefully , eyes never leaving The side of her pretty face, his cheeks flushing when she looked over at him and caught him staring . eyes not as dark or as sad as she took a bite from the cupcake , humming happily as she did so.

"I know." He acknowledged softly , fiddling with the box a little nervously . "I just-I overheard you telling your trainer this morning that you could really eat some cupcakes right now so.." he trailed off with a slight shrug. Swallowing.

But he was trying . So fucking hard to show her that he could be the one , that he could treat her right. That if she just have him a chance, he would never treat her like they did. He wasn’t them.

She just needed to trust in him.

Cherries eyes widened in surprise, having known that he was in the gym with them too , but not having realised that he paid any attention to her at all.

She was used to guys not listening to her mindless rambles and just leaving her to it, her talking usually just annoying them until they made some excuse to change the subject onto something they liked instead .

She exhaled softly , heart warming at his kind, selfless offer.

“Oh." She said smiling a little at him "then you heard him tell me not to eat them too. I'm meant to be on a strict diet." She giggled before taking a big bite.

Then she offered him a cupcake too.

Charles Beamed because it’s was progress.

Charles gently taking it from her fingers, playing with the wrapper as he murmured quietly .

“You can have them . You're perfect. And you-" he nervously giggled a little as he added quickly "you deserve them for winning the race."

Cherrie looked at him, confused. Face flushing a little from him calling her perfect so casually.

Like he meant it.

"I haven't won yet." She said.

Charles just smirked, nudging his shoulder gently against hers as he answered her easily "but you will." Because he believed in her. She could win anything she wanted. She was the best.

And Cherrie could only look down at the cupcakes, heart feeling strange as she realised that this might be something that she never saw coming .

Because it felt different, it hit different now. 

Had his smile always been so soft towards her? Had he always been this nice?

'You come around and the armor falls

Pierce the room like a cannonball

Now all we know is don't let go'

Cherrie could only let out a little groan when Charles found her in the corner of the ballroom, sulking in a beautiful silk gown as she clutched onto the empty champagne glass in his hand.

Feeling like a lonely loser in the darkened corner of the room. Watching the rich couples dance and laugh, and spinning circles around the room while she tried not to cry.

And utterly failed .

Charles found her tucked into the corner of the window seat , most of the velvet curtain covering her as she tucked her knee up underneath her chin and cried silently , waterproof makeup not budging.

She thanked god for it. She might be a little unstable but her mascara wasn't .

He looked concerned, and rightfully so. She was Crying at a party that was more like a grand ball , all mopey and for the first time in a long time, arriving alone. Maybe that was what was hitting her then.

That she was really alone. She didn't have anyone by her side anymore , no one to sneak off with , no more stolen kisses, silly jokes and long goodbyes.

It was just her now. Sat in a pretty gown, champagne glass and tears in her eyes. If only a poet could see her now. She'd be the star of his novel.

Charles leant against the wall of the fancy window, looking down at her quietly for a moment . Taking in the way she refused to meet his eyes, he sighed sadly .

"You're too pretty to be crying in your pretty dress Cher." He murmured to her softly . Meaning it.

She just laughed bitterly "I'm too pretty to be getting cheated on and having my heart ripped out but..." she shrugged with attitude "happens to me all the time. So Leave me alone Charles." She tried to push him away.

Charles took one good look at her, then shook his head, laughing sadly at how easy she thought she could scare him away.

Instead He sat down beside her, pulling his knees up so that they were sat toe to toe. Tapping the heel of his dress shoes against her heels to make her look up at him.

Grinning a little at the glare she shot him, he shook his head fondly.

"No. I'm not." He simply denied. Because he wasn't going to leave her alone, crying at a party . No way. "Don't be silly."

"Piss off." She snapped back. Kicking his foot with her heel.

He barely reacted.

Instead, he snorted at her, smirking . "You've been hanging around lando too much. Should have said bugger off." He told her amused.

She glared even harder then , wiping underneath her eyes with a little huff.

“Charles. I'm serious. I don't want to talk to you." She told him , upset.

He just shrugged, getting comfortable . "Why are you so upset? Is this about that asshole again? Cause he doesn't deserve your tears." He asked her instead.

Cherrie groaned . Then looked at his soft eyes, stubborn face and gave in.

Her amor falling down just like that.

"I know but all I've known is touch and go." She murmured sadly . Finally Letting him in . "It's never permanent and it's always me that gets my heart broken. Men fucking suck."

Charles blinked , then "thanks. I can confirm that we do suck. But why are you crying? It's over now , no? You should be celebrating if anything, that you got rid of that asshole!" He nudged her foot with his again. Grinning at her like a fool as he tried to cheer her up.

and it worked. Her shoulders slowly relaxing without her even realising it as she giggled, looking over at him in amusement .

"In this party? They don't even have any real food! They offered tiny cheese that even a mouse would go hungry eating!" She complained to him.

Eyes widening in surprise when he suddenly jumped to his feet, grinning down at her as he offered her His hand.

"Come in then!" He said . Rolling his eyes when she just looked up at him like he was insane.

“Let's get out of here! We can see what's open and hang out . Hopefully over some pizza." He tugged at her hand impatiently , pulling her to her feet when she failed to do it herself.

Gasping a little with a laugh as he started rushing her out of the grand doors, paying no mind to the looks they received .

He just held onto her hand tighter , her other hand quickly reaching down to hold up her dress as they started to run down the dark and empty street together .

Charles laughing as she squealed , giggling along with him too.

"I'm going to fall!" She exclaimed while wobbling.

But Charles just tugged her closer, tightening his grip on her hand as he looked over at her with a wide grin on his face. Beaming at her , eyes sparkling beneath the moonlight.

"Then don't let go!" He said.

'We are alone, just you and me

Up in your room and our slates are clean

Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes'

Cherrie didn't know how she ended up here. In Charles room at midnight , sleep clouding her eyes as he pulled her lazily to his chest, his fingertips tracing soft letters into her shoulders. Feeling his soft breathing ontop of her forhead as he held her close , their legs intertwined as they listened to the faint sound of the radio playing .

"I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered into the dark, yet snuggled into him even closer . Feeling his lips curve into a smile against the top of her head, laughing lightly as he gently flicked between her shoulders

He just hummed "you should be doing whatever you want to be doing." He simply replked. Twirling her hair around his finger with his other hand, lost in all that she was. all that she could be.

Cherrie sighed, troubled.

Frowning sadly "I don't know what I want anymore." She admitted to him , feeling a small weight break apart from her chest as she did so.

Charles sighed too, like her sadness was hurting him. Then he carefully pulled away until they were nose to nose , looking into her eyes with all the patience in the world for her.

She softened. And He did too. His heart mirrored hers. All she was him then.

And All he had ever seen was her.

"And That's okay. You will." He believed it. He trusted it.

He had her now and he was going to make sure that she knew what good love felt like for as long as she would let him.

And she knew. And she exhaled shakily , hugging him to her as she felt a small surge of guilt run through her body.

"You don't want this Charles . I'm a mess." She tried to make him see.

But he did see her. and he loved what he saw, he always had. A few shitty ex boyfriends wouldn't scare him away.

"I think I'll decide what I want." He told her in vague amusement . As stubborn as she was. He wasn't about to let this , her, go.

"You'll be waiting a long time." She tried again. But it was futile .

He just laughed "I don't care. It'll be worth the wait." He whispered back to her, smiling softly.

She felt her cheeks flush and then she smiled too.

'And I've loved in shades of wrong

We learn to live with the pain

Mosaic broken hearts

But this love is brave and wild'

The ghost of past heartbreak got easier to deal with because of course it did. and what once felt overwhelming and painful now just felt something like vague annoyance , a little sadness of what could of been.

But she wasn't alone to face it this time. So when Ben, her ex , turned to her with a new woman on his arm at a party, she could only let out a resigned laugh. Because this was how she let go.

She felt Charles arm tighten briefly around her waist but she didn't look at him. Feeling him with her was enough to give her the courage to smile in face of somebody that had hurt her deeply, and now she barely felt a thing towards him at all.

"Hey." Ben breathed out nervously , looking at her with big eyes that darted between her and Charles with a slight frown. "How have you been?" He asked her .

It was then that she Finally glanced over at Charles, stifling a laugh as she saw the look on his face, clearly unimpressed and looking like he wanted nothing more than to trip her ex boyfriend into a pile of hot shit.

"How have I been?" She mused.

Meeting Charles knowing eyes as she thought about the summer of holidays , of exploring places and a new body. Of soft kisses and unbroken promises , of commitment and truths.

She thought about all the good love that she had experienced lately at the hands of Charles , who had done but persistently show her that she deserved nothing but the best.

That she didn't need to overthink the bare minimum because he gave her the world.

He have been showing her what a man truly in love looked like. And he was looking at her like she was his best friend, like she hung all the stars in his sky. Like he was looking at her and see the future , saw a bride. Saw a forever friend

So she smiled at Ben genuinely , shocking him as she told him Honeslty . "I've been good."

Because she was learning to live  with the pain of broken memories. Of fading , old loves and she was slowly having her heart stitched back together by the soft hands of her teammate.

'This is a state of grace

This is the worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right'

But it wasn't easy and they're were moments were Cherrie was so sure that Charles would leave her. That he would see what a mess she really was and realise that she wasn't worth the fight.

But he stayed each and every time .

He fought back when she screamed at him to go, because he knew that wasn't what she really wanted…she just wasn't used to being verbally emotional with a guy that actually loved her.

She was So used to quick goodbyes and letting go. So used to feeling like a stepping stone.

But this was different now. It hit different now.

"This isn't going to fucking work Charles! You're insane for thinking that it ever would!" She screamed at him. Upset and worked up over something that she couldn't even explain.

All the ghosts of bad love making her like this. Making her shiver with unease . Expecting all the bad things, anticipating the goodbye.

And she thought that he would crumble , that he would leave her like they all did and had.

But this was Charles , who was just as stubborn as she was. and crazily in love with her too. He wasn't going anywhere.

He was in this for forever .

"You're insane If you think I'm just going to give up because you're scared Cherrie!" He gave it to her bluntly . Wanting to give her a little shake so that she would just listen to him.

She was so stubborn. But he loved her, so fucking much.

This was the worthwhile fight. And love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

and he knew that she needed a little bit of tough love sometimes , some directness to get her there. She was used to being brushed aside and nobody fighting back, used to no effort and lies.

Charles wasn't going to let that happen ever again. He chose honesty . Always. Because no relationship would last if it was built on flimsy lies.

"All those other guys. They are idiots okay? They were stupid , insecure boys who didn't know what to do or how to handle a woman like you! They didn't know what they had until you are gone and that's on them. Not you." He told her firmly . Planting his hands gently on her arms to turn her to face him.

With attitude, she slapped them away. Huffing as she glared back at him. He stubbornly glared back too. Not giving in.

He wasn’t going to let her push him away.

“And you do? You can handle me?" She scoffed. Expecting him to back off the. . She was being a bitch and she knew it.

Because Charles was right, she was scared.

Because this felt real.

It was real. and she had never felt anything good like this before, she felt like she was waiting for it all to fall down .

Waiting For him to lie, to hurt her. To chose another girl , to love anyone but her when he finally got bored of her attitude  , got sick of her in general.

But then she looked at him. His tearful eyes and incredulous smile as he took another step closer to her, never walking away. Looking at her with a shake of his head, even laughing a little and she knew.

She knew this was different.

This was it.

"I can. I do." He continued for her quietly "because I love you. I am so in love with you that when you’re being mean to me, When you’re making your stupid jokes and telling me all your bitchy gossip. and when you're everything that those other guys told you were 'bad traits'. I fall in love with you even more. Because you're you." He told her simply , heart wide open for her to see.

She had the keys to it, it felt like she always had. He had just been waiting for her to use them, to see him.

"And I love you."

She could see him clearly now. And she finally believed him, trusted him.

So she kissed him .

She grabbed his face between her hands. And kissed him like it would be the last time, but it was the beginning of forever .

He was going to be the last man she ever kissed hopefully , his head tilting with a soft moan as he pulled her close. Even smiling ahinst her teeth as she tried to deepen it , groaning in frustration when his breathless laugh forced them to break apart.

"What?" She wondered. Grinning just because he was. She gently stroked the red apples of his cheeks with her thumbs , fondly .

He turned his head and gently kissed her hand "I'm gonna need to head you say it back." He told her seriously. Impatiently this time.

He even placed his hands on his hips , raising a eyebrow at her while she just huffed a laugh of amusement . Shaking her head at him with a little giggle, pulling him back into her.

"I am so in love with you, you idiot! God! How could I not be?" She breathed out. Her Heart finally healed, heart golden and her heart all for him.

He kissed her this time. and he kissed her and it tasted like forever. It tasted like love.

But this time, it felt good and right. It was worth the wait, worth every tear and every fight.

Because All the bad love had brought her here, into his arms. Where he was always waiting , and she was never gonna be the same.

'This is the golden age of something good and right and real'.

[xhanisai]

Sleepy Cat

AO3

Pairing - All sides of the square

Prompt - 'Sleepy Cat'

Summary -

Marinette didn't know when it began or even how it all started. In fact, if anyone asked about anything regarding it, she'd come up blank because every time it did happen, she would internally crash and reboot in a non-stop cycle like a broken computer.

After all, what would anybody else do when the prettiest, warmest and sweetest blond boys in their lives use them as a makeshift pillow?

That's right.

Boys.

One Adrien Agreste and one Chat Noir.

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 Marinette didn't know when it began or even how it all started. In fact, if anyone asked about anything regarding it, she'd come up blank because every time it did happen, she would internally crash and reboot in a non-stop cycle like a broken computer. After all, what would anybody else do when the prettiest, warmest and sweetest blond boys in their lives use them as a makeshift pillow? That's right. Boys. One Adrien Agreste and one Chat Noir. One second Marinette, as Ladybug, would be fiddling with her yoyo after patrol either playing games or scrolling the internet and the next thing she knows, Chat Noir is fast asleep on her shoulder. Snoring his cute little snores and perfect long lashes fanning over his too-pretty cheekbones (that she sometimes wanted to bite for no good reason). And as if that wasn't enough, when she was sewing away on her machine as Marinette for her fashion projects or working on the umpteenth birthday present for the love of her life, in her humble abode, suddenly Chat Noir is asleep on her lap. His body on the floor and head on her thighs! She had no idea how he got in! Then somehow, the second she drops her guard and returns to her work, he disappears without her noticing! But of course, since fate loves to torture her, this wasn't just it. At school? During breaks or lunchtimes or even in the middle of group assignments for class? What do you know, Adrien Agreste is slumped against her whilst completely lost in his dreams! His head on her thighs and his arms around her waist like a clingy boyfriend who couldn’t go on for a second without having some form of physical contact. And the cherry on top???? When she saved Adrien as Ladybug? He fell asleep in her arms as she carried him away bridal style with his arms around her neck and his face pressed into her chest. Marinette was being tortured!!!

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"Mec...? Hey, you gotta let Marinette go. Come on." Nino gently tried to rouse Adrien awake, feeling pity for the flustered girl who looked ready to pass out from the excessive physical touch from the boy she was determined to marry and have at least three children with. In actuality, Nino was genuinely worried that she was going to stop breathing any second from now with how she couldn’t make out a sound and the way her complexion only reddened further and further. Alas, it was no use. Adrien simply cuddled into Marinette even more with a grunt, his face hidden in her stomach so that all that peeked out was his fluffy hair and his arms tightening around her waist like a stubborn vice. "Adrieeeeeeeen?" Nino tried again, shaking Adrien's shoulder even harder but it was still useless. "Nooo...my Marinette...mine..." Were the first coherent (yet pitiful) words the blond groaned in his sleep after more shaking from his best friend. Nino sent a defeated look to the panicking Marinette and then shrugged his shoulders. He tried. "Well, since you want to marry him and he seems very into the idea of having you too…maybe more enthusiastically than we all anticipated…just use this as training in getting used to his affections," He sent a strained smile at the gaping girl and then walked away, ignoring how she reached out an arm and croaked out his name. She could have sworn he walked off even faster the more she directed her pleading eyes at him. "...I'm so doomed." Marinette finally muttered out loud to herself whilst Adrien snuggled into her even further.

 Had she been paying attention, she would have noted that he was purring.

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[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 13

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Your lips are red and irritated from how much you’ve been biting them. You’re bundled in one of Jake’s sweatshirts since you’re off duty tonight and curled up by the glass as you watch the boys during morning skate. Your eyes are glued to Jake, watching and analyzing every movement for any sign of pain or discomfort, but he looks alright.

“You’re going to chew through your lip if you keep that up.” You look up as Zam sits down next to you. She’s wearing the baby pink suit she’d been wearing the day you met, but her expression is grim. Her eyes follow you over to Jake and the other guys.

“Everything okay?” You ask and she gives a tired laugh.

“As okay as it always is. It’s the first preseason game, and sure there’s going to be press, less than there will be for the season opener but it’s our first game as a team. Everyone wants to see the team in action and get their opinions out there. Jake’s situation is just the cherry on top of my stress.” You give her a sympathetic look before looping one of your arms through hers, leaning your head on her shoulder, giving her arm a squeeze.

“I’m sure you’re going to do amazing. You’re the most capable person on this team, and that’s not an exaggeration.” She snorts, leaning her head against yours.

“Damn right, I am.” And the two of you share a laugh as you feel some of the weight lift off of your anxious heart. You look back up to see Jake watching the two of you, a soft smile on his face and he waves when he sees you notice him. You wave back, blowing him a kiss and he feigns catching it. The team knows you’re together, a choice that Jake was adamant about despite the obvious risks of someone running their mouth to the press. As for a public statement, Cyclone had been firmly against it, considering that it's probably the last thing that the media wants to hear about Jake right now next to the details of his injury.

Zam sits with you a bit longer, watching the boys skate before she takes her leave, back to work arranging the post-game press interviews. Cyclone had turned down requests for player interviews during the game itself stating that he needed his team completely focused on the match. He was most likely also doing his best to keep Jake from saying anything unsavory to the press before he could be there to nip it in the bud personally.

Practice stops for a break and Jake skates up to the glass where you’re sitting, pressing one massive glove to the surface and you stand up, pressing your own against it as he smiles at you. He’s in a good mood this morning all things considered but it makes sense. At his core Jake loves hockey you’re sure there’s a part of him that’s bouncing off the walls at being back on the ice, prepping for a game. You head out of the arena as Jake swings himself over the boards, heading back around to the staff entrance to meet him near the locker room. He’s even taller on his skates and you don’t reach as high when you give him a hug. He squeezes back before pulling back to pull off his gloves so he can take your hand in his, the skin-on-skin contact soothing your raw nerves. You follow him as he leads you to the locker room and asks you to wait outside. He comes back, sans helmet and gloves and holding a familiar-looking bundle of fabric in his hand.

“This is for you, Bunny, for tonight.” He hands you the bundle and you unfold the jersey carefully, holding it out so you can see it better. It's in your size instead of his, but his name and number are still emblazoned on the back.

“Jake,” you give him a rueful smile. “You know I can’t wear this tonight. There’ll be press everywhere and Cyclone will go ballistic-“

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “Fuck Cyclone, you’re my girl and you should be allowed to wear my jersey. I want you to wear my jersey.” Your heart aches at the words and you nod, clutching the fabric to your chest.

“I’ll be proud to wear it.” You fold it back up before giving Jake another hug. “I’ve always been proud to wear your number, and I always will be.” He pulls you closer and you take a moment to just soak him in until Javy’s voice calling Jake back up the tunnel breaks the silence. “I love you, Jake” you whisper, reaching up to stroke his cheek, gently. “Be safe tonight, but most of all have fun out there.” Jake returns your soft smile as he kisses your palm and then your nose and lips.

“I love you too, Bunny. I’ll play for both of us tonight. We’re a team, remember?” Your smile widens and you nod at him, hoping your eyes convey all the love that your lips can’t convey as he heads back up the tunnel.

***

You make your way down the tunnel. You’re off duty tonight but that doesn’t stop you from flashing your employee ID and heading back to see the team. You’ve got Jake’s hoodie over his jersey for the time being. The boys are already on the ice, warming up and Zam gives you a wave as you make your way up. The cameras and crowd are all focused on the rink so you stand next to Zam as she watches the boys warming up. Maverick and Dare are standing behind the bench, chatting with Dr. Bates. Cyclone and Iceman are sitting next to each other, both intently watching the ice. Iceman notices you and gives you a wave. You wave back, wondering how much he knows about what’s going on. Then he beckons you over to where he’s sitting and you give Zam a look before climbing over the bench to sit next to Iceman.

“Even if you’re off duty tonight, no need to miss out on a good seat.” He says as you get comfortable. You’re torn between keeping on Jake’s hoodie since Cyclone is just on the other side of Ice but then Jake’s words from earlier come back to you. “You’re my girl and you should be able to wear my jersey.” With that thought, you shrug off Jake’s sweatshirt, smoothing it over your lap, sitting a little straighter as you meet Jake’s eyes across the ice. Even from where you’re sitting you can see the grin spread across his face and he raises a fist in your direction that you mirror, no longer afraid of who sees. “Congratulations,” Ice says with a fond smile in your direction. You feel your cheeks warm and his eyes on the back of your jersey.

“Thank you,” You murmur, keeping your eyes on Jake as your fingers play with the fabric of the sweatshirt on your lap. You feel like you can feel every eye in the stadium on you, but you know that's just your mind playing tricks on you. You’re in the staff section, not sitting with the other wives and girlfriends where you’d originally planned on sitting. Zam flashes you a smile as she climbs up and settles in next to you. The game’s about to start and you can tell the audience is buzzing. Even though the Dogfighters are brand new, the stands are packed but your eyes fall on plenty of Predators fans who have taken advantage of the lack of die-hard fans. Your parents are somewhere among them. Originally, they’d planned to come down for the season opener but had changed their minds last minute. The chance to see two of their children at once didn’t come often, so while they were here, you hadn’t been able to score them family-and-friends tickets so they’re somewhere you can’t see. The boys start skating back towards the bench, swinging over the boards so the pre-game ceremony can begin. Jake shoots you a grin and a fistbump that you return as the lights in the area dim.

You’re distracted with nerves as the pre-show begins. You hear the electric guitar riff begin as a projection of snow-covered ice plays over the rink, and a dozen paw prints pierce the surface before a huge invisible slaw slashes the Dogfighter’s logo across the projected ice. Images of the players are up on the jumbotron, spliced with clips from practice and you have to hand it to the media team. There’s no way to tell that Jake has been absent from a majority of practices. The audience remains none-the-wiser as they cheer for the Dogfighters. Then it’s time for the boys to get on the ice and the cheers are deafening as Jake’s called up first, his megawatt grin blinding on the jumbotron as he skates onto the ice. The rest of the team joins him one by one until all twenty players are on the ice. The show ends and you watch all but the six starters skate back over to the bench as Nashville’s six starters take their positions.

Jake is starting with the rest of the first line. As the team’s centre, he’ll handle the faceoff. Flanking him are the wingers, Reuben to his left and Mickey to his right. Behind them are Bradley on the left and Javy on the right. Bob’s in the net tonight. You recognize most of the boys on the Predators starting line, but your brother’s still on the bench. You feel a twinge of pride that Jake’s made the first line of the Dogfighters but on paper, between him and Tucker, Jake’s easily the better player. The whistle blows and they're off. Jake gets control of the puck easily, and the Dogfighters move toward the Predators’s net. Even knowing his knee isn’t in peak condition, it’s hard to tell with how well he’s moving tonight and you find yourself getting caught up in watching him the way you always have. You've seen him play in person before but never this close up. When he vaults over the boards for a line change, he meets your eyes with his and you’ve never seen him look so alive. Your eyes ask about his leg and he gives you a look that tells you he’s fine and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. However, you know enough about hockey to not let your guard down entirely.

***

The first period ends without incident. The Dogfighters are up 2 to 0. Jake scored one of the two goals, and spirits were high in the locker room during intermission. Now, it’s halfway through the second period and the Predators have tied things up at 2-2. Tensions are high on the bench and you can tell Cyclone is actively fighting to stay calm and let Maverick and Dare do their jobs. Maverick still doesn’t look too worried but Dare’s face is a mask of stone. Unlike Maverick, this isn’t her first rodeo and while she’s been doing her best to let Maverick make most of the calls, he seems more than happy to hand her the reigns and you can tell that he’s lightly overwhelmed. Penalties have been handed out here and there throughout the game so far. Bradley took the first one of the night for roughing with one of the Nashville defencemen. Zam’s lips had been pressed tightly in a line when he placed the hit. You couldn’t blame her. Bradley Bradshaw isn’t exactly known for rough play. He took more of an enforcer role with the Flyers, more likely to fight back and deter violent altercations than outright provoking opponents and attacking them. Mickey took a penalty for hooking at the beginning of the period in response to Reuben getting tripped by a Predators player at the end of the first period that went uncalled by the ref. You can tell the two defencemen are fiercely protective of each other.

Since then, the Predators have been picking more fights, and you’re on the edge of your seat, eyes glued to Jake when he’s on the ice.

When the hit happens, you feel time slow. One of Nashville’s wingers hooks Jake with his stick and Jake loses his balance, falling onto his bad knee as one of their defencemen checks him into the boards. You watch Jake crumple and you’re moving without realizing. You hear people yelling after you but your body is moving entirely on its own as you vault the boards, feet slipping as you attempt to sprint across the ice to Jake. You’re screaming yourself but you’re not sure if there are words involved, at least any intelligible ones. You almost make it to Jake before a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re kicking and screaming as the person holding you tries to pull you away from Jake. Javy and Jake’s voices are calling for you to calm down and amidst your thrashing, you see the number 23 on the white helmet and now you’re actively clawing at your restrainer. “Tucker get your fucking hands off me! Let me go!” You wriggle and kick at your older brother’s knees until he lets you go and you almost collapse on the ice, your feet slipping as you fall to your knees beside where Javy’s crouching by Jake. Play has long since stopped since you literally ran onto the ice in the middle of the game. “Jake, are you okay?” Your eyes are wide and frantic, immediately moving to inspect his leg. “Can you move your knee?”

“Bunny,” his voice cuts through the blur of voices around you and you look up to see his green eyes filled with concern and shock that you’re here. “Sweetheart, you can’t be here.”

“I’m a physician, I think I’m allowed.” You say, your voice trembling as the reality of what you’ve just done hits you.

“Sweetheart?!” Tucker’s shocked voice behind you registers and you turn, fixing him with a firm glare.

“Tuck? Do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up.” His eyebrows go straight up as you turn back to Jake. You and Tucker are close, closer than you are with your eldest brother, Charlie. You should probably give him a call after this because you’re probably going to need a world of legal counsel after tonight is over. “I said can you move your knee, Jake?” He nods and you press gently at his knee over his pants. “Any pain?” You ask as the voices behind you get louder and then there’s another pair of arms wrapping around your forearm and you turn to see the ref scowling at you and you sigh, scowling back. “I’m in the middle of tending to my patient if you don’t mind.” You hear Jake suck in a sharp breath at your clipped tone.

“You can tend to your patient when he’s back on the bench. Come on now, young lady, let’s get you off the ice.”

Jake speaks up then, as Javy and Mickey help him to his feet. “That’s doctor, to you.” His voice is firm and leaves little room for argument and the ref shoots him a look before turning back to you.

“Alright then Doctor, let’s get you out of here.” He helps you up and you attempt to follow after him but since you’re in your sneakers and the adrenaline that propelled you across the ice before is now nonexistent, you slip and almost face-plant on the rink before a pair of arms scoops you up. Tucker gives you a grim smile as he carries you back over to the Dogfighter’s bench, depositing you safely on the other side of the boards. You turn back to return his smile in silent thanks as Javy, Jake, and Mickey make it to the boards as well and help Jake through the tiny door to the end of the bench where Dr. Bates is waiting. You start toward him until Cyclone steps in front of you, his face is one of barely-concealed fury. He grabs your arm roughly and you wince at the strength and force of his grip as he starts to drag you towards the tunnel. His body shields yours from Jake’s eye line, but Tucker clocks your reaction from where he’s lingering on the other side of the boards and his eyes harden.

“Hey!” he yells. “Get your hands off my sister!” Heads immediately turn your way and then Jake’s up and in your line of sight, his face a mask of fury as he steps between you and Cyclone and shoves him against the edge of the tunnel, hard. Cyclone’s hand releases your arm amidst the confusion and you step back, letting Jake’s body shield you from him.

“Get your hands off my girl, or I swear to god I’m going to cause more than just a scene.” Jake’s voice is cold, calculated, and void of emotion even as he growls the threat in Cyclone’s face. It’s low enough that you still catch the words but you know the audience pressed up against the glass next to you probably can’t. Maverick and Dare are on Jake then, pushing you back farther down the tunnel, out of sight as they pull Jake off Cyclone, his green eyes icy as he steps away easily, turning to look at you as you creep back towards the locker room and he gives you an encouraging nod as you turn and disappear.

***

The game ends up continuing after a lengthy intermission during which the ice is cleaned and Zam and Ice have a lengthy discussion with the referees and the Predators’s leadership. Jake sits out the rest of the game, spending the rest of the second period on the bench until Dr. Bates escorts him down the tunnel to give him a more thorough check-up in the examination room where you’re waiting with shaking hands. You’ve been keeping up with the game via a livestream on your phone and the Dogfighters are up 3-2.

When Jake and Dr. Bates come in you stand from where you’ve been hunched over a stool. He asks you to grab some of his equipment from his office but you reveal that you’ve already prepped everything he needs to examine Jake and you move to assist him. He makes no effort to deter you from helping. You keep your eyes on Jake’s knee as he answers Dr. Bates’s questions and watch him for any physical responses that might contradict his verbal ones. Everything seems to match, however, both you and Dr. Bates recommend Jake stay on the bench for the rest of the game just in case. Now that you know that Jake is really, truly fine, you let out the breath you’ve been holding since he first got hit and Dr. Bates stands from where he’s been seated, examining Jake’s leg, turning to you. “I’ll give the two of you a moment, but Jake needs to be back in the arena in five.” You give him a thankful look as you nod. Once he’s gone you finally look at Jake, and the tears you see in his eyes nearly bring you to your knees. You throw yourself into the safety of his arms and he pulls you close.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I know I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t even realize I had until it was too late.” You’re crying now and you feel your whole body shaking as Jake just shakes his head where it’s buried in your hair.

“Nothing to apologize for, Bunny. You just scared me, is all.” He presses a kiss against your hair, gently. “My brave girl, so fucking fearless.” You let out a watery giggle at that and Jake pulls away from you gently to wipe away your tears with his big, smelly gloves. You wrinkle your nose at the smell as he laughs and pulls them off and you keen at the warmth of his bare palms against your cheek as he holds your face in his hands. He presses a kiss to your nose before you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in the sweaty hair at the back of his neck and hauling his mouth against yours. The kiss is slow and sensual but full of all the desperation that the two of you are feeling. “I love you so much, Bunny.” He whispers against your lips and you echo the sentiment before pulling away from him. You know everything changes once this game ends and you’re terrified to see what the future will bring but whatever it is, you know you’ll face it together. You help Jake to his feet and walk him back to the locker room where the rest of the team is heading back up the tunnel.

Maverick and Dare come out last and Maverick follows the boys but Dare hangs back, coming up to you. The two of you have traded a few words here and there but she’s never really spoken to you one-on-one. She gives you a tired smile that you mirror tentatively before she speaks. “What you did today was really brave. Being with someone like Jake isn’t going to be easy and you’re going to have to fight your way forward at every step, but it looks like you’re a fighter and that’s a good thing.” You smile wider at that, thanking her. She sighs and you see a faraway look in her eyes as she remarks. “I should have fought harder. Sometimes I wonder what my life would look like if I did.” Your heart aches at that.

“Did you miss him, when he was gone?” You can't help the question that leaves your lips and Dare turns to you, surprised. You give her an embarrassed shrug.

“Mav told us when he had Jake and I over at his house for dinner.” You see an indecipherable emotion pass over her face before she schools her face back into a polite smile.

“I do.” She says before she reaches over to give your shoulder a squeeze, heading back up the tunnel and leaving you behind her.

***

You spend the rest of the game in your office, watching the live stream at your desk and fighting every impulse to start packing up the small space. You promised Jake that you would fight together and Dare had just told you to be prepared to do the same, and despite your strong intentions to do just that, there’s a small part of your brain that tells you to prepare for the worst. The game ends with a score of 4-2 in the Dogfighters’s favor. You wish you could be out there celebrating with the team as you watch the cameras pan to the boys jumping all over each other in excitement. You hear them noisily making their way back to the locker room and yet you force yourself to stay in your office even after you hear them exit just as noisily. You’re forcing yourself to work on some paperwork to kill time when a familiar voice comes from your phone. You’d forgotten to turn off the live stream once the game ended and now Jake’s on the screen, giving what seems to be a post-game interview.

“When I came to San Diego, I was in a pretty dark place. I was suffering from an MCL tear that had been untreated since the playoffs back in June. I’d put my trust in the wrong people and gotten hurt and I wasn’t ready to trust a brand new team quite yet, I just knew I needed to leave Dallas and San Diego seemed like the best bet. What I didn’t know was that my life was about to change for the better. Throughout my career, I’ve worked with a lot of physicians but none of them cared about their patients the way Bugs does. I mean, you all saw her tonight. She wasn’t even working tonight but she literally ran onto the ice because she was worried about my knee. I haven’t given her the easiest time. When we first met I was stubborn and probably gave her a lot of trouble that she didn’t need or deserve but she kept pushing, trying to get me to trust her so that she could help me because that’s just the kind of doctor that she is. She’s brilliant and talented and so dedicated to her patients that I was stupid enough to fall head over heels in love with her.” Your breath catches. “And, you see, she could tell, because she’s that smart, and she told me it would just get both of us in a world of trouble and she could even lose her job, so I tried. I really tried not to, but when you meet the love of your life, I don’t think you get much of a say in whether or not you fall for them. And then I got so, so lucky because she fell in love with me too.” The tears you’ve been holding back all night are falling now, making silent tracks down your face as you listen to Jake’s words and let them wash over you. “But obviously I didn’t want her to get into any trouble so we went to our PR rep because I’d never ask Bugs to choose me over her career. So we hired Dr. Bates and he’s been taking good care of me since and I’ve been lucky enough to be loved by someone as exquisite and talented as Bugs. I’m so proud of her and I love her so much. It’s such a privilege to be her partner and teammate.” You sob as Jake finishes his speech and when he looks right into the camera you know he’s looking at you.

For once you feel as fearless as Jake seems to think you are and you drop your phone on your desk, forgotten, as you sprint for the door because you need to get to him. You race down the hall to the area where you know the post-game interviews are being held and Jake’s smiling at the cameras as they flash. A few other players are standing around in their suits but the cameras and attention are all on Jake. You pause as you reach the edge of the crowd but Jake’s eyes find you easily and you watch his face brighten into a huge grin as he holds out his arms and then you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him, hurling yourself into his warm embrace as he holds you close, the back of his jersey facing the cameras and declaring to the world that you’re Jake’s girl.

“Hey, sweet girl.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you, Jake, I love you so much.” You whisper back and you don’t care if the microphones pick it up because you’d shout it from the rooftops if given the chance. You love Jake and he loves you, there’s nothing else in the world that matters. You hear the interviewer in the background introducing you to the world as Jake Seresin’s girlfriend and your heart aches with joy as you turn in his arms, head held high, ready to face the world.

[spicyseonghwas]

confidence boost | choi san

pairing :: choi san x male reader rating :: 18+ ; sexual content genres/au's :: smut content warnings :: dom!top!reader x sub!bottom!san, heavy cursing, name calling, slut shaming, degradation, body worship, breeding, rough sex, kitchen sex (on the table), marking, choking, spanking, bulging kink, thigh fetish, possessiveness on san's part, slapping cus reader is extra, extra kinky word count :: 1,286 a/n i genuinely just have no idea how the security system works for backstage passes so bear with me :| requested by anon [ask] network tag@preciousillusions-net pt.1 ; pt.2

"l/n m/n?" the security guard asked. you nodded, giving him your id when he asked for it. he looked it over, passed it back to you, and knocked lightly on the door before opening it a crack to let san know you had arrived.

your heart started screaming in your chest the moment you heard san's voice calling you to come in, and the security guard gestured you inside before shutting & locking the door behind you. you spent nearly all your willpower to keep your face from turning impossibly cherry-red as you sat down on the couch per san's silent gesture.

awkward silence...

lots of very tense, awkward silence.

"so... three hours, huh?" san said, breaking the silence after a while.

"heh- yeah..." you giggled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"i get you all to myself for a whole three hours..." he said in a quiet, almost worryingly chipper voice.

"i… y-yeah," you stuttered, turning away.

"c'mere, come play a dinosaur game with me." san said with a happy smile, patting the couch cushion to his left and waving his phone in the air.

"s-sure," you said, pulling out your phone and opening ark- assuming that was the game he was referring to. (a/n: indeed it was. ark is the only game i know a lot about so its ark. author's rules, shut up.)

the offer did make you blush, yes, but it was more so the words that came out of his mouth next that shook you to your core. the words that started the nagging in the back of your mind; that little voice that insisted that something was off.

you gave san your username and he invited you to a private server he'd created, and you and him played the game for about thirty minutes, the silence between you and the man of your dreams finally beginning to feel comfortable. until san rent it in two and left the pieces to rot between you and him.

"y'know, you're awfully quiet and shy for someone walking around giving off such a loudly pronounced aura."

you had nothing to say to this, so you shifted in your seat a bit and tried to continue playing the game, trying your best to ignore the fact that san was quite obviously a) hitting on you, and b) scooting closer and closer to you.

"oh come on, i know you have an answer to that." he sniped playfully, putting his phone down and shoving your shoulder gently with the strength of his.

"san, everything i have in mind to say in response to that would get me blacklisted from everything ateez ever does for the rest of my gay, miserable existence." you said back sassily before continuing your game once more.

"oh you like men, do you?" san teased, "am i your type?"

you stayed silent.

san leaned in and sent a shiver down your spine as you felt his breath on your neck.

"'cus you're definitely mine."

this is when you lost your last ounce of self control.

"god fucking damn it all, choi san, you and your fucking rizz." you spat, throwing your phone aside onto the floor- it was an iphone, and the case was pretty durable… right?

tossing aside every drop of dignity you had, you turned, looked san right in the eyes for a fraction of a second, and the pounced. your hands made identical beelines for san's chiseled face and your lips connected with his in what could very well have been a car crash, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth and your hands tangling into his soft black hair. you ate up the needy groan that ripped through his throat, tangling your tongue with his and feeding him a growl of your own as his hands went up under your shirt and began to roam your back and shoulders. a small whimper escaped your lips when he raked his nails down your shoulders and upper back without warning; he smirked smugly into the kiss and gestured impatiently for you to be rid of your shirt.

he wanted to see your body.

san yanked softly on your hair and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"y'know, i could really use a bit of a confidence boost, little prince..."

you giggled into san's ear, gladly indulging in the things he was asking for.

"oh san, the things i could say... where do i start?" you hummed, "mmm... your jawline, first off. you could literally cut me with this bitch and i would pay to have it done again."

san chuckled, nuzzling into your neck and biting down on the skin there.

"keep talking and you might get something out of it, pretty boy." he purred into your ear, starting to leave bruises all over your neck.

you giggled again, leaving a bite mark of your own on san's throat before continuing your speech.

"and you're literally shaped like a fucking dorito," you snapped in a loud voice, "and for what? for what, san?? are you trying to become aphrodite?? 'cus it's working like a fucking charm..."

san's pride had already been flying through the roof (probably for no reason at all, honestly), but hearing you talk about him the way you just did honestly had him twitching in his pants. he put his hand over your mouth to shush you, immediately replacing it with his mouth and shoving his tongue into yours. he wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, leaving brand new, stinging, scorching hot scratch marks down your back and shoulders, and his eyes rolled back into his head when you growled hungrily into his mouth.

"f-fuck, san..." you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist.

san broke away from the kiss, rolling over into the back of the couch and nuzzling into your neck again.

"well," he said smugly, "i've got the confidence boost i wanted... but now you've given me another problem to deal with."

your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hair.

"san..."

"yes, darling?"

"are... are you asking me to suck your dick?"

silence.

"yes." san decided after a couple moments. "yes i am."

"gimme."

that was the only answer san needed.

~~~

"fuck..." san whimpered, "fuck, right there, YES, FUCK--"

"yeah?" you cooed, slapping san's face softly and listening happily to his high-pitched whining as you continued dicking him down into oblivion. "you like that, bitch? you're such a nasty slut, you like this, don't you? you like being slapped around..."

"y-yes sir," san whimpered, "f-fuck, it feels so good- fuck, right there, please-"

"such a pretty little fucking slut..." you growled, wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing as hard as you could.

"m-m/n, fuck, right there, yeah-"

"what was that, bitch? what'd you say?"

"fuck, sir, right there..." san corrected himself in a high-pitched voice, as quickly as he could through the fog that was taking over his brain.

"good boy, that's better." you purred, laying down on top of him and speeding up your ministrations as fast and hard as you could without hurting yourself. san made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a high-pitched whine as the tip of your dick hit his already-abused prostate.

"fuck, fuck, FUCK, sir, right there, shit- breed meee," san groaned, burying his face in your shoulder and let the feelings of you fucking your load into him hit him like a subway train. he groaned into your neck and bit down as hard as he could, screaming into your neck as his orgasm took him and flew away into the clouds with him.

"you're such a pretty boy," you praised, "you took my dick so well..."

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Protective

Warnings:  fluff, self loathing, hateful words/comments, insecurities, struggle with body image.

You had insecurities, hell everyone did but yours specially drained you to the point of exhaustion. Some days were better than others but just one rude comments could ruin your entire week. Some may call it stupid or even silly but you were sensitive, even to harsh comments. You tried to put up a tough demeanour and act like you had a thick skin but in actuality every word knocked down the steps you were building yourself, the steps where you tried to better your insecurities... the steps that would ultimately come crashing down.

"I honestly give up, fucking bullshit, fucking assholes, bastards absolute fuckturds"

Your words came out in a harsh way as you dropped your bag onto the floor kicking the apartment door shut with the heel of your shoe, your best friend river who sat in his gaming chair turning to look at you "what happened?" He asked placing the Xbox controller down onto the coffee table and removing his headphones as he stood up making his way towards you a concerned look on his features,

River was your best friend since childhood, you both grew up together and lived together, you were besties since birth practically or well that's what you and him joked about at least. He was born in the morning and you were born in the evening- late evening, so you're both the same age but he's slightly older and he being the pain in the ass that he is liked to brag about that. Constantly.

As you paced back and forth he watched on with the same confused yet worried look on his face "I was helping a customer... as you do and then suddenly he got angry at me." You said throwing your arms up into the air in defeat as river raised his brows at you "that's retail for you" he said with a soft chuckle being able to empathise with you completely "he continued to make the issue bigger and then he got my manager and my manager got pissy at me" you said anger on your face "been there done that" he said with an empathetic smile "but you know what? This is the cherry on top seriously- the customer got angry at me because I was helping another customer and he couldn't have the patience to wait! And then he called me a fat bitch!" You yelled on the verge of tears rivers eyes widening "he did not" he said in shock that someone would be so cruel.

"I'm so sorry" he said wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug as he instinctively swayed the both of you back and forth in a comforting assuring manner "don't let it bother you, you're beautiful inside and out" he said with a soft smile, your anger dispersing at his words. He was truly so soothing, he was your best friend of course but sometimes you felt awful as you didn't want it to seem like you were using him as your personal "therapist" but you knew he was simply doing what friends do. "And my manager wants me to work tomorrow now as well, saying if it happens again I'm losing my job." You whispered "and if that happens then that's okay... you're easily likeable and have a wonderful personality. You'll get another job instantly. I promise. And besides you've got me to help you... and remember, it isn't what you know it's who you know" he said beaming, throwing a playful wink into the mix.

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That next day- well you didn't have high hopes for it and well your assumptions were correct. It was absolute hell. Actually no- it was being dragged through hell by your hair then dragged back into hell then back through the other way. So yes. Hell but burning burning hell. Your manager was up your ass all the time watching your every move and you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. As you were putting some loafs of bread onto the shelf you heard a commotion but paid no mind to it. "Her!" A sudden yell grabbed your attention as the man whom had an issue with you yesterday was back once again "she's the fat bitch who didn't satisfy my needs yesterday! Her! Slutty bitch" he spat out his words feeling like acid burning into your heart but you kept your cool staring him down "you done?" You asked your manager staring holes into you, but surely he would side with you- correct? "In fact I am not done! You useless pathetic miserable ignorant human being, you're lucky the world has space for you" he said, clearly on something. He wasn't sober. That was for sure.

His yelling was gaining quite an audience as customers stopped and stared "sir, please just lower your voice" you said calmly feeling belittled by him. He was far much more taller than you and slightly chubby and you knew he would hurt you if he really wanted to. "I will NOT lower my voice you useless bitch! You earn what?! $5.00 an hour? Huh? Well I earn far much more you useless fucking whore. Maybe instead of wasting your life away here you should go exercise before you have a heart attack" tears immediately pooled in your eyes. Was he right? Was he only spitting facts? Maybe he was right?

But before your thoughts could go on any longer you were snapped out of your thoughts but another males voice "is there an issue here?" "Yea there is an issue! This stupid whore of a woman didn't-" but before the bully could continue his words the man had cut him off "gods who hurt you? That's some real pent up rage." The voice was deep and as you turned to look at the man who was actually seemingly stopping the man from yelling you had to stop your jaw from dropping. He had dark hair that was accompanied with luscious curls, his eyes green and sharp and the tattoos that littered his skin... well woah... he was handsome, far too handsome to even be real. No way was he real. He stood beside you his frame tall and menacing but he seemed kind... soft almost. "No one hurt me. But this bitch right here didn't do what I told her to do! She's such a insufferable piece of sh-" but before the man could continue the other man was quick to stand in front of you "dude shut the hell up. You aren't going to get anywhere by discriminating on her. Just leave" He said coldly, his tone dark and unsettling. "I will leave once she gives me what I want!" He yelled and he sighed straightening his posture, the muscles in his back pressing against the thin white shirt he wore as he looked towards the entrance of the store nodding his head and within milliseconds two men in suits walked in, nodding at the mysterious man before stopping in front of the man who continued to insult you "sir you can either come with us willingly or we'll force you" the suited man said, sunglasses adorning his eyes and within seconds he was dragged out of there deathly silent.

The man then slowly turned around, you were then able to get a better look at his face, his skin was perfect- clear... beautiful. The cross pendant on his chest moved ever so slightly as he shifted his weight onto his other foot as he seemingly studied you, his eyes staring into yours. "Uh, thank you... for that." You said with a shy smile and he shook his head, a charming but small smile on his face "don't mention it." He then stuck his hand out towards you "I'm Harry, pleasure to meet you" you glanced down at his hand large rings adorned his fingers but you quickly snapped out of it taking his hand and shaking it "nice to meet you too, Harry. I'm y/n... just y/n" you just a small shy smile staying on your lips "well, just y/n- that asshole of a man won't be bothering you again for a while I assure you" he said the charming smile remaining on his plump lips. "Thank you" you said gently, appreciation remaining on your face as you smiled gratefully at him. "He's been bothering me for a while... saying the same stuff" you said a glimpse of pain forming on your face but you quickly shoved that away but you were quite sure he noticed it by the look on his face, he either chose to ignore it or just didn't notice it at all and you simply hoped it was the second option. You didn't want to seem weak in front of such a handsome kind man. "Seriously?" Harry asked seemingly incredibly concerned "doesnt your manager do something about him?" He asked and you stared at him before letting out a laugh, a slight scoff soon followed "he hates me. Despises me so sides with him daily. Yesterday I couldn't help him due to the fact I was helping another customer and then he yells at me calls me all the names under the sun and yet my manager sides with him" you admitted a frown forming on his godly features "unbelievable..." he whispered shaking his head as he gazed around obviously searching the shop for the manager into which you were quick to stop him from confronting your manager "but it doesn't matter... he's gone now that's all that matters" you said seemingly silencing Harry's next colourful words that he would say about your manager. You looked at the clock on the wall as you smiled sheepishly at him "I'd love to talk more but I've got to continue working I'm so sorry" you said apologetically and he shook his head "don't mention it, it's okay. I'm sure I'll see you around. Have a good rest of your day y/n" he said maintaining eye contact with you for a few moments longer before turning around and walking out of the automatic doors.

You continued working. Bored. Alone. Tired as fuck. It was nearing 7.00 and it was already dark outside, the street lights giving practically no light to the pavement. "Gonna be a joy to walk home in" you muttered to yourself checking the clock again. 20 minutes to go. The hands on the clock ticked by slowly, and before you knew it it was home-time. You grabbed your bag and coat before making your way out of the doors letting out a sigh of relief. Freedom. Finally.

The cold breeze brushed against your cheeks and you let out a breath as you closed your eyes admiring the peace and the gentle sound of cars driving around, you slowly opened your eyes only to come face to face with a familiar man "y/n?" He asked, his voice unsure and you stared at him in awe, how did he remember your name? No way would such a handsome man even pay any attention to you but he was... "what are you doing walking home alone? It's so dark" he said concerned and you studied his features before glancing around "where's your car?" You asked and he gazed at you, chuckling "just over there. Just finished work" he said the dim lights barely acknowledging the suit he wore. "Oh I didn't realise you worked around here" you murmured and he smiled nodding his head. "You still didn't answer my question" he said with a cheeky charming smile and you let out a soft laugh "I don't drive and I don't fancy spending my earnings on a cab" you admitted, shrugging your shoulders "Let me drive you home." He offered with a small smile "no, no need I'm perfectly fine walking."

"I insist"

The simple sentence made you fall silent as you simply smiled, no man other than river had been this kind to you... they had all just shrugged you off or paid no attention to you but Harry... he seemed to care. "I guess I don't have a choice in the matter?" You asked with a small shy smile knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer before you exhaled looking up into his eyes "if you're sure" you said gently and he simply smiled his eyes glistening with kindness "I'm 100% sure.... Besides, I'd prefer for you to come home with me instead of getting mugged" he said looking into your eyes, his hand gently moving to glide against your back as he guided you across the road... why did he care for your safety? Why did he want to care? Why did he care about you?

You stared out the window, watching the city go by as the both of you drove in silence. You had told him your address and he had assured you he knew where it was due to the fact he drove past that part of town every time he made his way to work. The silence between you two was thick but comfortable, you didn't know where to start, your brain mainly focused on the fact that such a handsome man would care for you. You just couldn't wrap your head around it at all. "Can I ask you something?" He asked and you glanced at him briefly, the rings that adorned his fingers sat lightly on the steering wheel, his fingertips gently rubbing against the material of the steering wheel "sure" you agreed with a small smile as you focused on his face getting lost in the fact his jawline was so sharp... he was just perfect. Gods. "Why don't you leave your work?" He asked, "your manager is a prick and you deserve better" he said and you let out a soft laugh "trust me I've thought about leaving. Everyday. For the last few months but I don't want to be left skint." You said softly with a light shrug "the only way I'm able to survive this living crisis is by working my ass off at this damned shop! I get paid good but every week it goes down. And down. And down. I just swear if I leave this job I'm going to be on the streets and I-I... I don't think I'd survive that" you explained, your voice raising more and more the further you spoke the shake in your tone only growing stronger but you soon noticed how the car was now stopped, pulled to the side of the road as Harry simply gazed at you, giving you his undivided attention his green eyes glistening in the light like some beautiful crystals. "But what if you could survive it, hm?"

You turned to look at him, the softness in his eyes making you practically melt as you sighed quietly "what do you mean?" You asked softly and he smiled "you've got a kind personality. You're wonderful. I doubt you'll be doing the same job by next year as you'll be moving onto something even better... why not make things better for yourself and do what you've always dreamed of?" He suggested, raising his brows and you smiled softly before shrugging "no one wants me..."

"Bullshit."

You frowned slowly looking at him "bullshit?" You questioned and he nodded "yes bullshit, y/n. I know I don't really know you but from what I've seen so far you're an incredibly smart, talented and kind woman who doesn't know how far she can truly go" he said a serious but soft smile on his lips. "Thank you... Harry..." you said quietly and he simply smiled, your eyes soon locking on the street and you recognised it immediately "oh, shit- I'm so sorry I didn't realise we were parked at my house" you said incredibly embarrassed and he shook his head "don't worry. I'm happy I could listen to you... and hopefully make you realise how you can still chase your dreams even at your lowest." he said softly.

A warm smile stayed on your face "I appreciate it. Seriously... can I offer you a drink? At my place?" Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at your own words. No way did you just say that to him. You were just digging yourself a grave weren't you? "As a proper thank you." You said and he gazed at you before smiling "I'd love that... if it's no trouble."

~

"So y/n tell me about yourself" Harry said holding a glass of Coke in his hand, he had assured you he wouldn't drink due to the fact he had to drive home. "Well I enjoy performing arts, everything and anything to do with acting, singing, dancing... writing even! You know?" You said beaming your eyes practically glistening with happiness and that made Harry's heart practically glow he had never seen someone with the amount of passion that you had. It was beautiful. "Well, why don't you do it? Do what you love?" He asked and you looked at him embarrassed "I would but.... Have you seen me? No one wants a fat slob on their stage. I'd take up all the room." You said forgetting who you were talking to as your cheeks flushed and you looked down "I'm so sorry" you said but he quickly grabbed a hold of your hand stopping you and you looked into your eyes "is that really what what you believe? Hollywood may be about the looks and all that fake bullshit- but acting in films or on stage is about your talent... what's inside of you what character you can build." He said with a smile. "Any director who says differently isn't a director. They're a judgemental piece of shit. And trust me I've dealt with those type of people... they aren't worth your time."

"Seriously?" He nodded his head smiling "seriously." He said gently. You sighed softly "I'm sorry for being such a downer... I'm just not confident at all... all my experiences with men have ended horribly" you said and he tilted his head to the side slightly "well then all those men are idiots." He said with a small smile giving your hand a light squeeze "men suck but you can't let them ruin your confidence and happiness... you especially can't let them ruin your self confidence with how you see yourself. Your body is your temple... your body is your home... treat yourself with respect." A small sad smile remained on your lips you wanted to believe him as he did make you feel somewhat confident but also intimidated. He held your hand in his grip "those men or well... I should say- those boys who hurt you... they're boys. Stupid boys who don't know what a real woman is. A real woman isn't perfect. No. A real woman is real. But that wouldn't matter to the right man as the right soulmate will always find their person perfect and you know what y/n?" He paused and you smiled "what?" You asked gently "you're perfect.... Let me show you how a real man should treat you."