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wikiHow: how to rizz up your crush

pairings: hugo x gn! reader ft. his older sister, charles, loki

synopsis: hugo is certain, absolutely and resolutely, that you’re fated to be his. you, on the other hand, don’t share the same sentiments. his attempts to rizz you up, however, seem to convince you otherwise.

contents and warnings: hugo is whipped for you, again, comedy and chaos, fluff, hugo wants your creamy éclair bad and not the ones you find at the patisserie </3, hugo is just honestly a mess, performative hugo, slightly suggestive at the end, Hugo sibling dynamic, Charles and Loki and Hugo interaction, running gag that hugo's teammates think he has a gf besides that it’s gender-neutral, reader is lwk a tsun tsun but then also not...

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a/n: after many requests, part two of fictional crush is FINALLY out!!! i gen was so excited to write pathetic hugo bc what is the point of a man if he’s not pathetic, hehe, yesterday i had a dream that i sumbitted my essay 5 mins late and it still haunts me, ALSO SUPER HAPPY HUGO INFORMATION DROPPED OUT IN TIME FOR THIS AHAHHHH, apologies for all the typos… ill fix them when I get the chance, anyway, happy reading <3

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"Marry me."

He shamelessly grabbed your hands over the counter and encased them in his much larger ones. Lashes fluttering with desperation, he pleaded for you to return his love.

"Uh…. WHAT?!"

You blinked, once, and then twice. Even a third time in bewilder as he remained eerily calm, not at all bothered with what had just come out of his mouth.

A deafening silence ensued right after his sudden marriage proposal, the welcomed peace helping you slowly process the warmth of his hands that held yours with ardent determination.

"Marry me, as in—" He tried to repeat his request only to be hurriedly shut down by your growing embarrassment.

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“𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐯𝐬. 𝐬𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬”

a/n: inspired by this tik tok video i saw LMAO (i’ll attach it at the bottom of this post)

also this is so off topic, but i just watched the first 5 episodes of sparks of tomorrow on netflix since there’s only that much out rn and that anime has me CTFUUU WHAT IS YOSUKE’S PROBLEM 😭😭😭

synopsis: your boyfriend with kids.

ft. hugo vivian, itoshi sae

𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨 ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

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the event had been advertised as "meet france's rising football star!" which sounded incredibly glamorous until you actually got there and realized it was just hugo sitting cross-legged on a colorful kindergarten rug while six children argued over who got to bonk him with a foam football first.

a little girl smacked the ball directly into his forehead.

thunk.

he blinked once.

"again!" she cheered.

"okay."

she did it again.

⤹ 18+ mdni ୨୧ ‧₊ hugo takes care of you during exam week.

it was exam week.

and everybody and their mamas knew what happened during this time of the year, you spent all of your time holed up in your room studying.

and hugo was proud of you, believe me he was, but he felt sooo bad! you were working your butt off and all he wanted to do was take care of you, give you a break.

so he did.

he approached you when you were busy revising your notes on the bed and slotted himself between your thighs, he plucked your notebook from your hands and kept it neatly on the bedside table.

“you’ve been working so hard, let me take care of you mon chou.” hugo whispered, kissing your thigh, fingers already finding their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“hugo—one last—” but he shushed you by placing a long finger on your lips. “uh-uh, just feel.” he tugged your shorts off along with your panties, tossing them away to a corner of the room.

your scent hit him immediately, oh his poor girl, must’ve been so needy and pent up for so long it made his heart clench.

he blew cool air on your throbbing cunt, watching it pulse with want. “look at you..” he cooed, spreading your legs wider, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs.

he spread your lips with his middle and forefinger, watching your clit throb like it had it’s own heartbeat. “gonna take such good care of this pussy.” hugo murmured, voice thick with want.

he latched his lips to your clit, making you gasp and buck up into his face. he groaned at your taste flooding his senses, all he could see was you, all he could feel was you.

his tongue dipped into your clenching hole to gather your essence, gulping it down in mouthfuls. “h-hugo..” you whined, hands reaching down to fist in his maroon hair, each painful tug making him moan into your cunt.

he pulled you flush against his face, burying his mouth in your dripping sex. his nose bumped against your clit, and your juices ran down his chin to stain the bedsheets.

you ground down against his face which made his eyes roll back, gosh, he loved it when you used him for your pleasure. he could spend forever down here.

he moved to lap at your clit, flicking it with his tongue while his fingers prodded at your entrance. “open up f’me.” he muffled into your cunt, he pushed two digits inside of you, feeling you greedily suck them up.

he felt your warmth clamp around him and it had him humping the bed. his fingers curled and uncurled inside you, finding that warm spongy spot deep inside of you with practiced ease.

“hugo—gonna!” you cried out, head thrown back. you felt the all too familiar coil tighten in your lower body, your hole clenching around hugo’s fingers like you didn’t want to let go.

“cum for me, go on.” hugo mouthed against your inner thigh, punctuating his words with a kiss to your cunt.

your thighs trembled as your orgasm washed over you. a keening cry erupting from your throat. hugo swallowed every drop of your cum, making sure none went to waste.

he kissed you through your come down, gently massaging your thighs. “there we go, such a good girl.” he hummed, crawling up your body to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it had you grinding down on his thigh.

when he pulled away, he just smiled and patted your cheek, “go back to studying, mon cherí.” before getting up and leaving.

you swore you saw him sniff his fingers.

a/n: for my bby lush bc she wanted it hope i delivered

hugo is extra doting during pregnancy !

you were going to die. your back was hurting, your entire body was exhausted, you were starving, you had just gone to the bathroom and you needed to go again, and worst of all—your husband hugo, the root of all of this pain, was just sitting there reading his stupid book.

at least it wasn’t blank this time, it was a book about taking care of pregnant women. “viviennnn,” you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “i want ice creammmmm…” your eyelids weighed heavy, but your cravings were more important.

“they’re not good for you, amour. too high in sugar.” hugo kissed your temple. “and it’s not good for the baby either.”

the baby. his go-to excuse for everything. hugo was probably more excited about the baby than you were, most obviously because that meant he could once again watch another organism live out their destiny. what a weirdo.

but the way he fondled your swollen tummy and the way his eyes softened told you all you needed to know about just how surface-level his “excitement” for destiny was.

“but vivien, i want ice cream.” you mumbled. “please? just once? i promise i won’t eat too much.” surely, he’d cave in soon.

“i suppose it is my fate to deal with your incredibly unhealthy pregnancy cravings,” hugo sighed. “one bite turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and ‘one last bite’ turns into five more bites.” he took long, rapid strides to the freezer, making sure to not leave your side for too long.

to your shock, hugo pulled out an entire gallon of ice cream. he pulled out a spoon, and handed both items to you. “i expected this the moment i read that pregnant women tend to crave sugar.”

you opened the lid carefully, and the smell of perfect, creamy ice cream instantly hit your nose. your eyes began to water. “vivien! thank you, i love you so much!” you sniffled, hugging his torso tightly.

hugo brought a hand to the back of your head, playing with your hair. “…i also expected this when i read that pregnant women tend to be irrationally emotional over small things.” nevertheless, hugo’s eyes softened, and a small quirk of his lips appeared.

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• @tsukiisnr1fan here you go master💔

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!

→ don't be mad ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ ragebaiting/trolling your bllk (ng11) boyfriend <3 !

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, hugo, bunny, loki, lorenzo (separate)

includes. ꨄ︎ cursing, pet names, joking violence, jealous bllk boyfriends, might be ooc (especially hugo, bunny, and lorenzo), ! slightly suggestive (sae and bunny’s) !

notes. ꨄ︎ guys i have practically no experience writing for anyone on this list besides sae and kaiser (obviously </3) but i basically love hugo now so expect him more on my fics :3

♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a

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✦ block 204 row 39 seat 134 | hugo x reader

⊹ synopsis despite knowing your ex is a football player , you buy game tickets to a football match and you see him—hugo. as long as you don't make a scene he shouldn't spot you , you're in a sea of people , anyways.. right?

⊹ tags spoiler in tags; use of football instead of soccer fuck you americans; ex! hugo; possessive hugo; dubcon kiss lowk; lowk havent read the manga past the jp vs nigeria game im sorry if hes ooc; 2nd pov; gender neutral reader but use of ma cherie; french guy gives a french kiss son im crine

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⊹ a/n anyways why'd they make his full name vivian hugo um ok hugo vlad and vivian banshee terramog this dude also i lowk wrote hugo vlad fanfiction for my english assignment js changed the names and made the writing third person i wanna edit some of it to be second person and change the names and post it here but what if turnitin flags me guuulp also this is so self indulgent im sorry i feel like you can watch the writing slowly deviate away from how i usually write and into like super modern stuff idk

Pray tell, why did you allow a man to taint your perception of football? You had come for the match, not him; anyone could come watch a match. Anyone could buy a ticket, sit in the stands, and disappear among thousands of other fans. Yet, your mind fogged with anticipation. You were far above Hugo's reach! Yet you couldn't seem to deny the slow, bubbling feeling of anticipation as you crept through the stadium, the chance you may encounter him. You couldn't even escape him before the game! Lines of merchandisers holding up jerseys, yet only one caught your eye. A vendor had held up a blue shirt with a name sewn across the back that you had recognised immediately. Sitting down in the stadium did little to soothe the tightening of your stomach.

By every moral code, it was preordained for you to loathe him—a preponderance of you did. Howbeit, you could not stifle that breathless, surging tide of expectation that you would meet, reconcile, and relinquish the air between yours and his lips, maybe. He was a conniving man, one who weaved lies like an artisan with the cheapest of fabrics. Still, most certainly, you could not deny the ever-growing thrumming of your heart, a thrum somehow so loud it reached over the cacophonating discussion between fans. Hugo. Vivian Hugo. Such an affinity had made you feel bereft of all identity. The dichotomy between Hugo in your early relationship and his character at the end, when you separated, was astonishing.

You couldn't suppress the history you had with him, tell yourself that you just never loved him because you did, quite a lot in actuality. His love was once reminiscent of your childish, idealistic interpretation of a romantic relationship, marked by constant messaging, gifts, and dates. Seeing a football field brings tear-provoking moments. Back when you used to sit on quiet practice fields and watch Hugo dribble a ball across neon cones on empty grass, when his ambition had sounded like a career and not distance.

"No guy is busy for 5+ hours," your friends texted you. The 'seen' in your messages with Hugo stared back like a slap to the face. Since when did he ever reply with anything other than ‘can’t, got football, ma chérie’? What were you meant to do? Chide him and tell him to give up his lifelong pursuit just to keep you company? That's so selfish. You swallowed your pity, and one thing led to another; suddenly, you were single.

A thunderous boom of a microphone rattled through your ears, shaking your sulk off in a second.

The announcer began reading the lineup.

You told yourself not to listen too closely. In fact, all you did was listen closely; you knew his name would be read, yet when Vivian Hugo reverberated across the stadium, your chest only tautened. Under your lashes, you caught Hugo's striking maroon hair on the jumbotron, strands that fell in a hue that could only be described as a shade comparable to the most top-end of wines. Your stomach fell.

The interviewer pushed his mic closer to the man you had once called your boyfriend, his eyes flashing with amusement.

“Any message for the fans tonight?” Chimed the pre-game interviewer.

Hugo paused for half a second, eyes aimed towards his cleats, wetting his lips—stalling—before straightening his head and answering.

“Watch closely.”

The screen cut away. Your chest ached once more. The ball rolled down the far wing. The reporter lowered the microphone as the cameras cut. Hugo ran his hand through his hair, taking a moment to breathe. The crowd’s roar rose around you, swelling against the walls of the stadium.

By the time the first whistle blew, the first passes were already in motion. The ball rolled down the far wing. Hugo jogged lazily for a second, eyes flicking up to the stands as if hoping to spot someone familiar—you. To spot you. For a moment, everything else but him blurred, and recognition sparked between Hugo and you.

Just as you rounded the corner to head to your car, there he was. Jogging slowly, still in his kit, head tilted slightly as if scanning the near-empty carpark. Your breath hitched. The dark, cold sky loomed over, Hugo's breath blossoming before him. It was well past the game; he shouldn't have been this out of breath unless he was deliberately seeking you out.

The chaos that enclosed your mind faded out, focusing on the narrow strip of air between him and you. The man stopped in front of you. His eyes locked onto yours, and recognition more or less flickered across his face.

"Why were you there?" Hugo demanded.

"To watch a football game, what else?" Your eyes met his, refusing to crack the indifferent expression on your face. Did he always have this effect? It felt like you were being hypnotised. The next statement that left your lips was left in a tone you had not known could be so stern:

"We're broken up."

"No, we're not."

"What?"

"Unblock me."

"You need to move on," you breathed, employing a nervous chuckle out of exasperation, the atmosphere suddenly getting tenser.

His eyes narrowed, the movement punctuating. Hugo dragged in a slowed and heavy breath through his nose before letting it out again—the sort of breath someone seizes when they’ve been trying very not to lose their temper.

"What's your deal? Don't be silly, you know you're destined for me, so why are you trying so hard to deviate from the path paved for you?" Hugo snapped; the hand he had just used to manhandle the opposing football team's players grabbed your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, as if the way you felt like the world was closing in on you was a part of his intent. In any other capacity, a flicker of mirth may have escaped you, maybe you would have lowered your hand to strike your knee and say something along the lines of 'good one!'—but this man, all one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres of him, possessed an unyielding gaze with a sincerity that could only be described as absolute.

“Stop acting like you still have any right to me. Goodness, were you always this pretentious and hellbent?” Your voice rises, jaw instantly tightening as the last few words came out honed, edged with bitterness—but beneath it lingered something softer, almost intimate. His grip tightens at your words, pulling you a step closer before you can react. You lift your chin and huff, “I hadn't come for you.”

“Liar.”

“Let go—”

Your words drowned when his lips touch yours. It is not soft, nor warm; it bears no resemblance to the kisses the same man gave you during the primordial stages of naivety within your past relationship with him. The kiss is all teeth and a battle of dominance rather than a shared moment of affection. Hugo deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, though you were adamant about not entertaining whatever perverse goal he was trying to get at.

He needily nips at your lower lip, causing you to yelp and consequently open your mouth. Unhesitatingly, his tongue slips into your mouth. The suddenness was warm, overwhelming, and incredibly sultry all at the same time. Hugo's other hand threaded through your hair, roughly tilting your head back, angling your face to kiss deeper. Hugo only pulled away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting you two; you couldn't help but internally scream at the scene.

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