Lewis: Doll I'm Not XNDA

Lewis: doll I'm not XNDA

Y/N: so explain to me how I've never seen you two in the same place

Lewis: I can't believe you mentioned Lois Lane to me, Y/N

“i liked your beard”

charles x reader

summary: you’re disappointed to learn that charles shaved his beard

notes: this is completely self indulgent, because i already really miss the beard

warnings: !! ALLUSIONS TO SMUT !! oral (f receiving), subby charles

wc: 426

“Hello mon amour.”

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and smile subconsciously at the warm body pressing against your back. You lean against the kitchen counter, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to your neck.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, missing the ticklish feeling you’ve grown accustomed to with his kisses. You turn around, still in his hold, and your smile falls from your face.

Charles, unaware of your shift in mood, leans down to kiss you, but stops when his lips meet the finger you’ve placed in front of you.

“You shaved…” You murmur to yourself.

He laughs. “Yeah, it was getting scratchy.”

You take his chin between your fingers, feeling his soft skin. You move his face around, as if inspecting him.

“I liked your beard…”

“It will grow back.” He shrugs, then leans down to try for another kiss.

You gently push him away, a frown on your face.

“Mon cœur, please.” He sighs. “Let me kiss you.” He whines, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I liked your beard.” You tell him again.

“I’m sorry I shaved. But you can’t possibly be that mad at me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout. “I’m going to miss it.”

“Miss it? You hated it!” He laughs. “You said it scratched your face!”

“It did…” You take a step towards him. “But I liked when it scratched… other places…”

You watch as the realization catches up to Charles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“It always left pretty red marks on my thighs… reminding me of you…”

“It will still be good mon amour, I promise.” He says, his grip on your waist tightening. “Do you need me to prove it to you?” His words are teasing, but his tone almost sounds like he’s begging, asking for your permission.

“I think you should, yes.” You nod, smirking as he sinks down to his knees.

His hands find the top of your pants, hooking his thumbs in them so he can pull them down your legs.

“And Charles?” You pull on the hair on top of his head, making him look up at you. His bright eyes already clouding over. “Find some other way to leave your mark.”

He nods quickly, then gets to work. Needless to say, he made sure that you felt just as good as you did when he still had his beard, and left a few purple bruises on your inner thighs for you to find later.

About stubborn women and worried men || TW

Summary: Nothing like a bad cold ravaging the Wolff residence to make Toto wonder why you were so stubborn about going to the doctor, But Jack had other plans, and if the doctor was out of the picture, then resorting to a cozy movie afternoon with his favorite boys was the only option..

cw: Stubbornness, illness (bad flu), cuteness, slight conflict and lots of love.

Request: anon

a/n: Wow, how long, right? I stayed a little far (I confess that the flop left me very discouraged, but I couldn't give up on the few who still like what I write here. I hope this turns out well and thank you for the podium, Mercedes, you did nothing more than your obligation 🫶🏼

The sound of his coughing fit was heard throughout the house, alerting Toto who was in the office and Jack who was playing in the living room. It was the third day that you were coughing and sneezing nonstop, that's because Toto wasn't even counting the runny nose and the fever sessions that plagued you. He was trying to take you to the doctor from early on and with a lot of effort, he managed to get you to swallow some antipyretics and a big cup of lemon and honey tea.

You hated hospitals, they were always your last option, even at Jack's birth, you had opted for a natural home birth, and your refusal to go to the doctor drove Toto slightly crazy, saying he was worried was the understatement of the day, he hated seeing you sick and his worry was affecting Jack too, who was strictly forbidden from visiting you, You didn't want him to get infected with that horrible flu. Maybe playing in the garden on a rainy afternoon was not a good idea, but better you get sick than Jack.

"Okay, we're going to the hospital now, and I don't care if you don't want to go or not," he scolds, setting out warm clothes for you, who groans and sinks deeper into the blankets. "This flu is taking on dangerous proportions and you're always between thirty-five and thirty-seven degrees."

"Toto, no doctors, please! you know I hate it!" His voice came out harsh and funny, making you laugh slightly, before having another coughing fit.

"So you plan to get sick? This flu is so bad I'm afraid you'll be sniffling until our son graduates from college!"

"You are so exaggerated, I just need some medicine and hot food, as well as water and rest, I will be fine soon, I promise"

Toto sat at the foot of the bed, huffing, frustrated with your stubbornness, you were so, so stubborn that he was about to pick you up — blankets and everything — and take you to the doctor like that.

"You need to set an example for Jack, what do you think he'll do when he gets sick?"

You sighed, as best you could since your nose was extremely congested, and sat up in bed. His eyes were swollen, his nose and cheeks shone like a ripe tomato in the sun, and the paleness of his face worried Toto.

You two were interrupted by Jack, the boy entered the room balancing a tray, there was a large bowl of hot soup, pieces of bread with cheese, orange juice and a large bottle of water. You gave a proud little smile, even though you were worried about making your son sick.

"Elsa made hot tomato and cheese soup, Mom." he said, setting the tray on the bedside table. "She said you need to eat and stay hydrated."

“Thank you, honey,” you said, running your fingers through his hair, seeing Jack look at you worriedly. "I promise I'll be fine, if food and medicine don't help, I'll go to the doctor."

Toto breathed a sigh of relief, he definitely didn't like using Jack as leverage to convince you, but he knew how much you cared about what Jack learned from the routine at home and how it affected the boy.

They sat at the foot of the bed and watched you eat, Toto insisted that you keep the thermometer in your armpit while you ate, sad that you couldn't taste the food, which looked delicious. Even without tasting it, you devoured the soup and bread and swallowed the orange juice with thirst.

When he finished, Toto took you to the bathroom, your fever was close to thirty-nine degrees, a shower would help reduce your temperature and Jack decided to organize the blankets on the couch for a movie session, he was sure that Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy would help him improve, Staying in that room was making you sicker, the boy concluded. Toto helped you put on warm pajamas, combed your hair carefully and kissed your warm cheeks, the bath had helped a lot, your nose had stopped running and you had stopped sniffling.

"Jack arranged the blankets in the living room, let's have an afternoon of movies to help you recover from that flu, he thinks Batman can cure you faster." Toto said, checking his temperature.

"If Batman can't solve it, no one else can" you cooed, resting your face on Toto's chest, the food and the bath made you drowsy, and your husband seemed so cozy at that moment.

"Let's go then, little bat" he said, helping you get down, you didn't know how long you had taken in the shower, but Jack had packed everything, with blankets, fresh brownie pieces, and hot chocolate. Surely that boy had Elsa wrapped around his little finger, to get the housekeeper to prepare all that so quickly. Jack insisted that you swallow two Tylenol tablets for any headaches or fevers.

No matter how much you said you were sick, Jack and Toto insisted that you lay down between them, Toto wrapped the blankets around you and you hugged Jack lovingly while Toto snuggled you.

Even though you really wanted to see Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne, your eyes closed in the first few minutes of the film, the gentle heat that Toto and Jack emanated left you calm to the point that you were able to breathe without problems and fall into a deep sleep, with your normal temperature and no sign of sneezing or coughing.

Toto pressed his hand gently on your forehead, making sure you were cool and there was no sign of a fever and adjusted Jack, who also fell asleep after drinking the hot chocolate, Toto didn't mind finishing the movie alone as long as it ensured you were healthy again, anything for you and Jack.

And in this warm and gentle way, the afternoon passed at the Wolff house, Toto still slightly indignant at his reluctance to see a doctor and you were grateful for the loving care your boys took towards you.

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Need more of Toto!!!! 😭😭

Hey sweetie, I can't promise anything long, my mind hasn't been working with Toto lately, but I'll try to bring some drabbles over the next few days

It would cost nothing for Toto to take Sainz to Mercedes, now I'll have to see Carlos in that Williams wagon 😭

oh girl ur so real for the daniel hate

the blatant display of misogyny is something im not surprised from a multi millionaire, constantly worshipped driver sadly but you'd think if he was yapping on he'd atleast be somewhat decent and doesn't get firing allegations every other day

laughed so hard but in pain because h*rny's bias for daniel might bring him to rb and that kills a part of me everyday even if the chances are at like 35%

OH DHJSJDJD BABE YOU DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD

you absolutely did the day I defend a misogynist is the day you know you've lost me🫶