Warnings: overstimulation duh, gn reader, porn without plot, handjob, reader is a bit mean but thats how we like it😛, established relationship (all of my stories are).
You're perched on top of his thighs, his hands above his head to keep him from touching you as you slowly work your hand up and down his leaking cock.
he has already had like, what, 2? 3 Orgasms? He has lost count at this point, the only feeling coming to him is red hot pleasure, his vocals are definitely gonna need a break after tonight.
But there you are when he opens his eyes, smiling down at him with innocence written all over your face despite being topless over him.
He lets out a pathetic sound as your hand slows down to a brutal pace, he can't take it anymore, that's what he tells himself at least because he disobeys your rule of no touching.
His hand shoots down to yours on his cock, guiding you to the pace he wants, your face twists into annoyance as your free hand goes to his wrist, giving him a warning tug before yanking his hand away and rolling your eyes, but it's already too late.
He lets out a broken moan as he shoots his smallest load, immediately followed by a cry as the pain hits him, his body twisting sideways, you feel like you're on one of those bull cowboy things at rodeos.
His hand once again comes down as you continue stroking him, this time he reaches for your thigh, clawing at it before you swat is away, he tries to keep his hands above his head but it's hard as his torso gradually becomes more flushed.
He tries again to slow you down, pushing pathetically at your thigh but the look you give him is enough to make him stop, his hips are bucking non-stop causing you to place your hand on his hip to ground him.
I don't know what else to add, I'll probably edit this later but I don't know, also, can you guys PUH LEASE send in some requests, I'm for real dying out here.
pairing ; kimiko miyashiro x gn!reader, frenchie x gn!reader
synopsis ; you and frenchie try to show kimiko how to have fun on a day off.
words ; 1.0k
themes ; fluff, mild comedy
warnings / includes ; mentions of fire/bombs, frenchie and reader get in a heated debate on stacking cards in uno, basically just domestic fluff
main masterlist.
“This is Monopoly,” you told Kimiko, gesturing out to the board game in front of you. You handed her a couple wads of money. “That’s yours. You can use it to buy land and houses. See, if you land on these particular squares, you have to draw a card and do what the card tells you.”
Appearing puzzled, Kimiko moved her game piece to the question mark and picked up a card without rolling. Frenchie winced, placing down his own fake Monopoly money.
“Eh, perhaps we can play something else—something that involves a bit less explaining, maybe?”
Relenting, you moved on to the next game, pulling out a deck of cards—Uno.
“Okay, okay, for this game, you just gotta put down cards that have the same color as each other, or it could be the same number,” you explained patiently, smiling at Kimiko as you handed her a few colorful cards to start out with. Forgetting to explain to keep your cards close to your chest, Kimiko splayed out her cards with a smile, pointing out that all of hers were blue, save for a single red one.
“Ah, mon coeur, don’t show us!” exclaimed Frenchie, dramatically flying his forearm up to cover his eyes.
Kimiko, worried she’d done something wrong, gathered her cards back in her hands and furrowed her brows.
“We’re not supposed to know what the other players have in their hands,” you told her, not unkindly, “it keeps the game fair and more interesting.”
After you dealt out a fresh set of cards, on the three of you played, glad that you’d finally found a game Kimiko could enjoy—until you placed down two sevens: one green, and one yellow.
“No,” stressed Frenchie, thick brows pinching together. “You’re not supposed to stack!”
“What do you mean, everyone stacks!”
“It’s practically cheating!”
“It’s not cheating! And how ironic, the man who builds bombs for a living is raggin’ on me for ‘cheating’ Uno!”
Crimson-faced, Frenchie shot back, “It defeats the entire purpose of the game! You either place the same color in one go, or you put the same number, you cannot place down two cards of the same number but different color—it makes no sense!”
The two of you burst into a heated argument between who was right, Kimiko glancing back and forth between the two of you with a baffled expression. After almost five whole minutes of bickering, cards were hastily shoved back into the deck.
“Fine. We’ll play another game,” you huffed, glaring at Frenchie and childishly sticking your tongue out at him. “Sorry, ‘Miko. He’s just being a sourpuss.”
“At least I don’t have to cheat to win the game,” hissed the man, accent thickening with his frustration.
You rolled your eyes, ignoring him.
“Here—why don’t we play Twister?”
Twister was also a disaster. Kimiko had nearly snapped Frenchie’s leg in half when she toppled on top of him, and Frenchie had accidentally kicked you in the face while he was twisting around to put his left leg on a red circle. All in all—it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences.
“Alright… I guess playing games is a bust. You have anything else you wanna do, Kimiko?”
The woman’s expression lit up, and she tugged on Frenchie’s sleeve, miming cracking an egg open and frying it on a pan.
“You wanna cook?” he asked, grinning. “Sure—I’ve been meaning to teach you, anyways.”
The three of you filed into the dingy little kitchen, where Frenchie began pulling out ingredients. “We can make french toast. It is not actually French, but it will do for now.”
You were tasked with whipping the eggs while Frenchie showed Kimiko how to properly cut up the strawberries. It was all going smoothly—until the frying bit.
Somehow, Kimiko had ended up burning the toast with a pan that was far too hot. The two of you winced, telling her to try again. The second time, a small spark of fire somehow kindled aflame when Kimiko accidentally spilled some oil onto the stove. Hurriedly, you ran out of the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher, yanking the pin out and spraying the white foam all over the fire, ruining the remains of the french toast beyond salvation.
Frenchie wiped some of the extinguisher’s foam from his brow.
“Well,” he said, huffing out a sigh. “Anything else you wanna do?”
The three of you settled on watching a movie. It was an old sixties film that you couldn’t recall the name of, but it had Audrey Hepburn and the characters were singing a song about being a ‘prim and proper’ woman, which seemed to completely enrapture Kimiko’s attention.
“You okay?” Frenchie quietly asked you when he noticed that you weren’t paying much attention to the movie.
Instead, you had your gaze trained on Kimiko—on her sweet smile, on her indented dimples, on the way the corners of her eyes wrinkled as she laughed.
“Yeah,” you distantly replied. “I’m just glad we got to spend the day together.”
Kimiko turned to you with a wide, toothy grin. She began signing, and you looked to Frenchie for the translation.
The man had his own warm beam pulling his lips thin. “She says thank you for being so patient with her.”
You reached over to gently take Kimiko’s hand in yours. “It’s my pleasure, Kimiko, really. It’s not often we get days off—what with Butcher sending us on missions every other minute and Vought looking out for us like hawks. It’s nice to just relax for once.”
“Cheers to that,” said Frenchie, sipping on a bottle of beer he had procured out of seemingly nowhere.
The three of you fell into a comfortable once more, fixing your attention back to the movie in front of you.
Not twenty minutes later, you and Frenchie had both fallen asleep, your dozing heads resting upon either side of Kimiko’s shoulders. She, however, stayed wide awake, watching the movie until the very last of its credits, silently mouthing along to the songs.
Could I request a Frenchie/Serge (The Boys) x reader with the prompts "You look adorable when you smile" & "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"? They're long-time friends. Both are harbouring feelings. Frenchie decides to take a leap of faith and asks them out. Reader agrees. They go out. It's great. Frenchie's smiling like an idiot. Reader says the smile line. Frenchie's a little nervous & asks to kiss them. Rest is up to you if you want to write this.
A LEAP OF FAITH ( Frenchie/Serge x GN! Reader )
AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! <3
pairing: Frenchie/Serge x GN! Reader
prompt: "You look adorable when you smile" & "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"?
word count: 300+ words
Y/n had a thing for dumbasses⎯well not a thing, like they were actively searching for a dumbass, but it was a common pattern in their life. Dumbass boss. Dumbass co-worker’s. Dumbass friends. Dumbass dates. It was a pattern. That or they were socially aware that they were surrounded by morons.
But, there was one person⎯one dumbass that they loved the most. Consider it to be a part of their charm, Frenchie. He was their other half. Their soulmate. Their partner in crime. The person they would burn the world down for. Frenchie was their everything. But, they weren’t sure that it was as platonic as it once was. There was this..new feeling? Something more.
“You look adorable when you smile.” He comments, breaking their thoughts.
“Um⎯I⎯” They whisper, their cheeks flushing a bright red.
Blinking away their thoughts, they turn their head to him, the smile on their slowly falling as embarrassment sinks in. Shit. They had done it again. Dumbass! Keeping their head low, they curse themselves out in their head, how could they do that shit again?! Glancing up at him, he stares down at them, this look in his eyes. Was it love? Or were they just imagining that?
“Do you want to go out sometime..?” He asks, a nervous look on his face.
“Like a date?” They ask, unsure if they heard him right.
“Y-Yeah, like a date.” He scratches the back of his neck.
THEY HEARD HIM RIGHT! FUCK YEAH! Smiling brightly at his words, they bite down on their tongue to not blurt out the wrong thing. He liked them. He liked them! Nodding their head, they perk up in their seat, a giddy feeling filling them. He liked them. He liked them! Suck it Billy!
So happy you're taking requests for The Boys!! Could you please do something fluffy with Frenchie and with Hughie?? Theres not enough written for either of them 😭
Hi! I'm so glad to come back for the blog! I really was missing to write, but my job, anxiety, and academics didn't helped me to come earlier. Also, thanks for being patient with me!
I hope you like it!
A jealous Frenchie
Word count: 1.154
Pairing: Platonic!Reader x Hughie Campbell, Reader x Frenchie
Contain: Tons of fluff
Warnings: None
+16 only
Closed requests
Portuguese version here
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Your laugh echoed through the room.
You and Hughie had stayed home that time. You had been hurt, and someone needed to keep an eye on you. Even if you insisted on going with the rest of the group and told everyone that you were okay, it didn't matter. It was better to let you fully recover before anything.
Billy, Milk, and Frenchie came down the stairs, talking about something with each other. Upon hearing your laugh, Frenchie almost ran over Butcher and MM, running down the stairs and striding over to where you were.
You and Frenchie were dating for a few months, and in the meantime, a friendship was born between you and Hughie. He was like your male version, and he understood you like no one else. It was making Frenchie jealous about you. He was ready to catch you and Hughie in bed, kissing each other. However, the vision he found and the reason for your laughter had been different from what he had imagined.
You and Hughie looked like two kids, straight out of fifth grade: You were hiding behind the table, and Hughie was hiding on the couch. Through the room, several small balls of paper lay scattered on the floor.
"Give me back my donut!"
Your voice came out in laughter as you tossed a little paper ball at him. He had raised his head slightly in an attempt to see where you were. That caused the ball to hit his forehead, and he ducked again. He took the last donut from the box and lifted it up, rising. His action prompted you to drop the ball immediately, looking at the donut as if it were sacred. Hughie smiled.
“Did you mean this donut? The one with icing and chocolate filling?”
And then, he bit the donut. You opened your mouth, outraged.
"Hughie!!"
You ran towards him in an attempt to steal what was left of the donut. However, you stopped halfway. You put a hand on your injured abdomen and groaned in pain.
Okay, maybe they were right, and it was good that you stayed home.
Frenchie looked at the whole scene with a severe face. However, when he saw that you were in pain, his expression softened, and he ran towards you, worried. Hughie was closer, and he was the one who managed to hold you first. That was enough for Frenchie's expression to return to austerity - with a hint of concern this time.
"It's all right?" Hughie looked at you, protector. You just nodded to him "Okay, I think I owe you some donuts." He released you "Go take some rest."
"I would be resting if a certain person hadn't stolen my donuts." Your eyes were narrow, and you were smiling. Hughie laughed lightly and went up the stairs, out of hiding. That's when you looked at Frenchie.
"Oh, mon amour!"
With a wide smile, you threw yourself into his arms in a warm embrace. Frenchie, however, was not too reciprocal with you at that one time. Coldly, he wrapped his arms around you and then released. Kind of serious, he said:
“You should go to bed. You need rest."
You moved away from him, your eyes narrowed. Frenchie has always been kind to you, so that coldness scared you a little. Determined to find out what the hell was going on, you grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the bedroom. There, you closed the door and stood in front of him, arms crossed.
"What is happening?"
"Maybe you should tell me what's going on."
You raised your eyebrows.
"You are the one who's acting strange here."
He looked away. He took a deep breath and finally said:
"Is that you and Hughie..."
You didn't even let him finish talking. You just let out a loud laugh.
"Stop it. We are just friends, and I'm almost sure that we are both interested in different people. ”
Hughie was very happy with Annie, and you were also happy with Frenchie. In fact, that same week, you had even helped Hughie prepare a romantic surprise for Starlight. You loved seeing the two together, and your heart even warmed when you saw the look of love and devotion they exchanged for each other.
Frenchie's expression softened a little.
"It's just that I always see you two laughing together, and ..."
You rolled your eyes and approached him, holding his face in your hands.
“Hey, I told you to stop this. It makes no sense. He's my best friend, and I don't see myself with anyone other than you.”
He smiled, now looking into your eyes and wrapping his arms around you.
"So we should make this official, Mon Coeur."
You froze instantly, your face burning.
"What do you mean?"
"I also don't see myself with anyone else than you."
"Guys, we will have a wedding!"
Hughie just came out of nowhere at the door, holding a box of donuts. You and Frenchie didn't even notice when he opened the door. You opened your eyes wide.
"Hughie!"
He put the box of donuts on the bed, and, before anyone could say anything, Hughie hooked his arms around you and Frenchie, dragging you close to the others of the group. MM was watching you with a wide smile, and Annie and Kimiko - who had just arrived - didn't quite understand what was going on. Butcher only shook his head briefly, letting out a low laugh.
"Boy, you are fucking their moment."
MM got up from the chair, walking over to the refrigerator.
"This moment calls for a celebration beer!"
You didn't blush anymore because it was impossible. He hadn't even made the official request!
"Guys..." Frenchie held up her hands in front of her, asking for some calm.
"What is happening?" Annie approached the group with Kimiko. Hughie was overjoyed.
"Y / N and Frenchie are getting married!"
"Oh, congratulations, guys!"
With a wide smile, Annie hugged you. You were frozen, as red as a tomato. Kimiko gave you a wide smile.
"Guys, he didn't ask!"
As soon as you clarified things, everyone was left without a reaction. However, it all started again when Frenchie finally said:
“But I was going to ask. Y / N… ”Romantic as always, he took your hand and put one knee on the floor. My God, it was happening! "Will you marry me?"
Everyone's eyes were wide with expectation. You were shaking with anxiety but, at last, you nodded.
"I ... Of course I do!"
The room was covered with laughs and whistles. Frenchie stood up and hugged you, and you could almost feel your body melt with pure love. Until, suddenly, you felt another pair of arms hug you: It was Hughie, hugging you and Frenchie simultaneously.
"What will be the children's names?"
You cleared your throat, awkwardly.
“Too soon for this conversation, Hughie. Too soon! ”
Pedido: “Estou tão feliz por você estar aceitando pedidos para The Boys!! Você poderia fazer algo fofo com o Frenchie e com o Hughie?? Não há nada escrito para nenhum deles”
Pessoal, esse foi o pedido de uma leitora no meu sideblog gringo. Como eu escrevo em português primeiro e depois traduzo em inglês, vou postar ele por aqui. Aliás, que saudade de vocês! Minha vida anda uma zona kkkk mas finalmente consegui um tempinho pra fazer o que eu amo: escrever.
Eu espero que vocês gostem <3
Um Frenchie Ciumento
Palavras: 1.124
Avisos: Nenhum
Ligação: Platônico!Leitora x Hughie Campbell, Leitora x Frenchie
Contém: FLUFF!!!
Pedidos abertos
English version here
Apenas +16
A sua gargalhada ecoou pelo ambiente.
Você e Hughie haviam ficado em casa daquela vez. Você havia se machucado, e alguém precisava ficar de olho em você. Mesmo que você tivesse insistido em ir, dizendo a todos que você estava bem, aquilo não teve a menor importância. Era melhor deixar você se recuperar totalmente antes de qualquer coisa.
Billy, Milk e Frenchie desciam as escadas, conversando sobre algo entre si. Ao ouvir a sua gargalhada, Frenchie quase atropelou Butcher e MM, correndo pela escada abaixo e indo a passos largos até onde você estava.
Você e Frenchie namoravam há alguns meses, e nesse meio tempo uma amizade nasceu entre você e Hughie. Ele era como se fosse a sua versão masculina, e te entendia como ninguém. Aquilo despertava ciúmes em Frenchie. Ele estava pronto para flagrar você e Hughie na cama, trocando beijos. No entanto, a visão que ele encontrou e o motivo das suas gargalhadas haviam sido diferentes das que ele havia imaginado.
Você e Hughie pareciam duas crianças, saídas diretamente da quinta série: Você estava escondida atrás da mesa, e Hughie se escondia no sofá. Pelo ambiente, várias bolinhas de papel jaziam espalhadas pelo chão.
“Devolve o meu donut!”
Sua voz saía entre risos, enquanto você jogava uma bolinha de papel na direção dele. Ele havia levantado um pouco a cabeça, em uma tentativa de ver onde você estava. Aquilo fez com que a bolinha colidisse em sua testa, e ele se abaixou de novo. Tomou o último donut da caixa e o ergueu no ar, se levantando. A ação dele fez com que você soltasse a bolinha imediatamente, olhando o donut como se ele fosse sagrado. Hughie sorriu.
“Você quis dizer esse donut aqui? Com cobertura e recheio de chocolate?”
E então, ele mordeu o donut. Você abriu a boca, indignada.
“Hughie!!”
Você correu na direção dele, em uma tentativa de roubar o que havia restado do donut. No entanto, você parou no meio do caminho. Colocou uma mão no abdômen ferido e resmungou de dor.
Ok, talvez eles estivessem certos e foi bom você ter ficado em casa.
Frenchie olhava toda aquela cena com semblante sério. No entanto, quando viu que você sentia dor, sua expressão suavizou e ele correu até você, preocupado. Hughie estava mais perto, e foi ele que conseguiu te segurar primeiro. Aquilo foi o suficiente para que a expressão de Frenchie retornasse para a austeridade - com uma pitada de preocupação dessa vez.
“Tudo bem?” Hughie te olhava, protetor. Você apenas assentiu a ele “Ok, acho que eu te devo uns donuts.” Ele te soltou “Vê se descansa.”
“Eu estaria descansando se uma certa pessoa não tivesse roubado os meus donuts.” Seus olhos estavam estreitos, e você sorria. Hughie soltou uma risada leve e subiu as escadas, saindo do esconderijo. Foi quando você olhou para Frenchie.
“Oh, mon amour!”
Com um sorriso largo você se jogou nos braços dele, em um abraço caloroso. Ele, no entanto, não foi tão recíproco. Envolveu os braços ao redor de você e logo soltou. Meio sério, disse:
“Vá se deitar. Precisa descansar.”
Você se afastou, com os olhos estreitos. Frenchie sempre foi carinhoso com você, então aquela frieza te assustava um pouco. Determinada a descobrir o que diabos estava acontecendo, você o segurou pelo pulso e o arrastou até o quarto. Lá, você fechou a porta e parou em frente à ele, com os braços cruzados.
“O que está acontecendo?”
“Talvez você que deva me dizer o que está acontecendo.”
Você arqueou as sobrancelhas.
“Quem está estranho aqui é você.”
Ele desviou o olhar. Inspirou fundo e, finalmente, disse:
“É que você e o Hughie…”
Você nem deixou ele terminar de falar. Apenas soltou uma gargalhada alta.
“Para com isso. A gente é só amigo, e eu tenho quase certeza de que nós dois estamos interessados em pessoas diferentes.”
Hughie estava bem feliz com Annie, e você também estava bem feliz com Frenchie. Na verdade, naquela mesma semana, você até havia ajudado Hughie a preparar uma surpresa romântica para Starlight. Você amava ver os dois juntos, e seu coração até ficava mais quentinho quando via o olhar de amor e devoção que eles trocavam.
A expressão de Frenchie suavizou um pouco.
“É que eu sempre vejo vocês dois rindo juntos, e…”
Você revirou os olhos e se aproximou dele, segurando seu rosto entre as mãos.
“Hey, eu disse para parar com isso. Não faz o menor sentido. Ele é meu melhor amigo, e eu não me vejo com nenhuma outra pessoa que não seja você.”
Ele sorriu, agora olhando nos seus olhos e envolvendo os braços ao redor de você.
“Então a gente devia deixar isso oficial, Mon Coeur.”
Você congelou instantaneamente, o rosto queimando.
“Como assim?”
“Eu também não me vejo com nenhuma outra pessoa.”
“Pessoal, vamos ter um casamento!”
Hughie pareceu ter surgido do nada na porta, segurando uma caixa de donuts. Você e Frenchie sequer perceberam quando ele abriu a porta. Você arregalou os olhos.
“Hughie!”
Ele colocou a caixa de donuts em cima da cama e, antes que qualquer um pudesse dizer alguma coisa, Hughie enganchou os braços em você e Frenchie, arrastando-os até os demais. MM olhava vocês com um sorriso largo, e Annie e Kimiko - que haviam acabado de chegar - não entendiam muito bem o que estava acontecendo. Butcher apenas negava brevemente com a cabeça, soltando uma risada baixa.
“Garoto, você tá fodendo o momento deles.”
MM levantou-se da cadeira, caminhando até a geladeira.
“Esse momento exige uma cerveja de comemoração.”
Você não ficava mais vermelha porque era impossível. Ele sequer havia feito o pedido oficial!
“Pessoal…” Frenchie ergueu as mãos em frente ao corpo, pedindo um pouco de calma.
“O que está acontecendo?” Annie se aproximou do grupo com Kimiko. Hughie estava radiante.
“Y/N e Frenchie vão se casar!”
“Oh, parabéns, pessoal!”
Com um sorriso largo, Annie te abraçou. Você estava congelada, tão vermelha quanto um tomate. Kimiko deu a você um sorriso largo.
“Gente, ele não pediu!”
Assim que você esclareceu, todos ficaram sem reação. No entanto, tudo começou de novo quando Frenchie enfim disse:
“Mas eu ia pedir. Y/N…” Romântico como sempre, ele tomou a sua mão e pousou um dos joelhos no chão. Meu Deus, estava acontecendo! “Você casa comigo?”
Os olhinhos de todos estavam arregalados em pura expectativa. Você tremia de ansiedade até que enfim, assentiu.
“Eu… Claro que sim!”
A sala foi coberta com gritinhos. Frenchie se levantou e te abraçou, e você quase podia sentir seu corpo derreter de puro amor. Até que, de repente, você sentiu outro par de braços te abraçar: Era Hughie, abraçando você e Frenchie simultaneamente.
“Como as crianças vão se chamar?”
Você pigarreou, sem jeito.
“Cedo demais, Hughie. Cedo demais!”
