#So instead i went to grab groceries and came back home to work

[minswriting]

DROP THE ATTITUDE - S.R x READER

About: Spencer’s been giving you an attitude all day and you’re not having it.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, brat!spencer, mean dom! reader, slapping, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, sub!spencer, mentions of spencer’s addiction, etc.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Let’s bring back kinky spencer tumblr fr. If there’s anything you don’t like in the warnings, just don’t read. Border is by @esote-rika and this is proof read by @beenreidingaboutyou . Please comment and reblog to support your creators! The fic was originally called “Brat” but i changed the name heehee.

It wasn’t often that Spencer gave you an attitude. Usually he was very kind and respectful, happy and upbeat, understanding and adoring. He’d ramble about anything and everything on his brain. But today? Today, Spencer was off and giving you an unnecessary attitude which you were not going to allow to happen.

It had been a little while since the two of you had done anything sexual. With his long hours at the BAU and your job getting in the way of the rare alone time the two of you would have, it’s been a bit hard to sneak in some sexual time together. Today was a rare day that you both had off and rather than spending time together in an enthusiastic manner, Spencer was annoyed and dismissive of you.

Like when you had woken up in bed alone to the smell of coffee. You had gone into the kitchen, still wearing your pajamas as you walked up behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around him. “Good morning,” You said softly, as you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder blade.

“Morning.” He said shortly, a complete difference in how he usually greeted you in the morning. The way you were greeted in the morning usually consisted of peppering your face with kisses and wishing you a good morning as he grabbed your butt. This was a complete difference but you tried your best to ignore it. He was likely very tired due to working very hard the last few weeks.

“Are you alright?” You murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder but letting go of Spencer.

“I’m fine,” He said coldly, grabbing his cup of coffee and pulling away from you, leaving you with a frown on your lips from Spencer’s out-of-character behavior.

You decided to give him space as you got yourself ready for the day and went to the store to buy groceries for the two of you. And while you were out, you had gotten one of Spencer’s favorite snacks. When you had gotten home, grocery bags in hand, Spencer wasn’t in the living room like he had been when you left. Instead, you heard him in the shower.

As you were putting the groceries away, you heard the shower turn off. When Spencer eventually came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, you greeted him with a smile. “Hi, my love,” You exclaimed, holding up Spencer’s favorite snack. “I bought you these while I was out.”

And rather than being met with a “thank you”, you were met with nothing but a sassy response. “I didn’t ask you to buy those for me,” He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

You once again frowned. “I know you didn’t,” You exclaimed. “But I wanted to.”

“Okay,” He said before walking away, going to the bedroom.

The whole interaction left a sour taste in your mouth as you finished putting away all the perishable items. The last time Spencer had given you such an attitude was when he was on Dilaudid. And then suddenly, something in your brain clicked as you felt worry wash over you. You put down the box of pasta you were holding before making your way to the bedroom as well. You didn’t bother to knock on the door as you walked in.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked, looking at Spencer, who was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard with a book in his hands. Though you could tell he wasn’t really reading it.

“What do you mean?” He asked with disinterest, his eyes glued to the book.

“You’ve been cold to me all morning,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms. “So what is wrong with you today?” You asked once more. You were concerned, annoyed, and overall not enjoying the energy that Spencer was giving you.

“Nothing,” He replied simply, his eyes still on the book.

“Nothing?” You let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Clearly it’s something otherwise you wouldn’t be acting this way.” You looked away for a second, taking a deep breath before putting your gaze back on Spencer. “Are you using Dilaudid again?” You asked, your tone much softer but your face held a look of concern.

That sudden question caused Spencer’s eyes to shoot over to you as he immediately closed the book. “No,” he replied quickly. “Why would you think that?”

You frowned. “Because you haven’t given me this much of an attitude since you were using,” You replied honestly.

Spencer frowned as well, a small look of hurt on his face as he realized that he had been acting rudely to you all day. “I-I’m not using,” He said honestly. “I’ve just been frustrated all day.”

“And so you’ve been acting like a brat all day?” You retorted.

Spencer tensed for a second, biting his bottom lip as he had a certain look in his eyes. And that’s when it hit you. He really had been acting like a brat today. It had been so long since the two of you have done anything remotely sexual. And he’d been acting like a cunt because he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in so long.

“Oh my god,” you said, walking closer to Spencer. “You’re sexually frustrated.”

Spencer didn’t respond as he watched you get closer to him. He put the book he had in his lap on the nightstand as you moved to sit yourself on his lap. “I-“ he began but you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips.

“Brats don’t deserve to talk,” you replied.

This led to your dress being ridden up with Spencer’s pants lowered just enough for his cock to be out as you bounced on his cock. Spencer’s hands were on your hips as he looked at you with his eyes blown out in pleasure. “You’re so wet-“ Spencer began but stopped when your hand collided with his cheek. He let out the loudest moan, bucking his hips into yours. Clearly an indication that he loved the feeling.

“As I said earlier,” You breathed out, slowing your hips. “Brats don’t deserve to talk.”

It wasn’t often that you had to tame Spencer. He was usually such a good boy for you. Or you were a good girl for him. But when you had to tame him, he wanted you to be harsh on him. He adored whenever you slapped him and choked him, to put him in his place. “My dirty boy,” you said, licking your lips. The hand that collided with Spencer’s cheek gripped his jaw, keeping his head from falling back from the pleasure. “Think you can have an attitude all day simply because you want to get your dick wet? How pathetic.” Spencer whined at the degradation, pressing himself into you as your hips collided with his. “There’s this thing called using your words. You need to use them if you want something.”

“I-I’m-“ Spencer tried to speak but your hand went to his throat, pressing gently to cut off the blood flow but not to cut off his oxygen.

“Did I say you were allowed to speak?” You asked, keeping your hand there. You continued moving your hips, going faster as you bounced on Spencer’s cock. To say you missed this was an understatement. The feeling of Spencer’s cock diving in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right. And the times you got to be in control? Divine, absolutely divine.

Spencer was whining and whimpering underneath you, his cheeks were reddened by the heat of the moment and the lack of blood flow to his brain. His lips were parted as his beautiful brown eyes were on you, looking at you in pure bliss. Your hand moved from Spencer’s neck to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you rode him a bit faster.

“Oh my god,” Spencer breathed out, throwing his head back. If you had been feeling particularly mean, you would slap him again and make him look at you. But you decided he deserved at least just a little break. “Feels so good, feels so good,” He whined, closing his eyes in pleasure.

That was something you were not going to allow.

You smacked his cheek again, causing Spencer to whimper loudly as he moved his head to look at you once more. His eyes were glistening with tears and the imprint of your hand on his cheek. “What are you going to do, Spencer,” You asked mockingly. “Cry about it?” You held a faux sympathetic look on your face as you spoke, the movement of your hips not faltering. You clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock, eliciting a pathetic moan from the genius beneath you.

“I’m so close,” Spencer choked, tears spilling from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk. The sight of Spencer crying was much more of a turn on than you cared to admit to yourself. He gripped your hips tighter.

You chuckled, taking pleasure in Spencer’s current state. “Do you deserve to cum?” You asked, a mocking pout on your lips.

Spencer groaned. “No,” He mewled. “Need to cum so badly though,” He said, looking at you through teary eyes. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good to you, I’ll be your good boy,” Spencer begged, his bottom lip wobbling as he spoke.

How could you say no when Spencer was begging you so nicely? God knows he truly does need it. “Oh, my baby,” You cooed, grinding your hips against Spencer’s. “Yes, you can cum for me.”

That was all Spencer needed as he bucked his hips into yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you as he met your hips with his own movements. He was moaning loudly, so loudly that you were sure the neighbors could hear what was going on. You were close too, the feeling of Spencer’s cock adding to the heat in your abdomen. And with just a few thrusts, Spencer began cumming. “Oh-Oh fuck,” He whined, spilling his seed inside of you which sent you over the edge as well. Your cunt clamped around Spencer’s cock as your orgasm overcame you.

And when you were both finished, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosened. You let out a satisfied hum as you lifted yourself up and off of Spencer’s cock. “Feel better?” You breathed out, looking at Spencer.

Spencer looked at you almost dazed as he nodded his head. “Much better,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you on the lips which you happily reciprocated.

When you pulled away, you rested your hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “Next time you’re frustrated, you need to tell me,” You murmured, leaning in to kiss Spencer’s cheek, the one you slapped.

“I will,” Spencer said, moving his head to kiss your lips once more.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and holding one another, relishing in the rare day off the two of you had.

[totallybakedcake]

"Of course!"

You saw your friends, your only family, die in front of you.

It repeated again and again. Their deaths, the blood, the pain, and the trauma.

Everything was too tough, every single thing reminded you of the incident.

How you all crashed out in your home and how they convinced you to become a hunter.

Going on trips, shopping, eating out, being each other's emotional support, and whatnot.

It was terrifying, the monsters coming endlessly and blood being shed every other second. Your mind stopped, your body couldn't move, and everything was in a haze. By the time you were back to your senses.

Everyone dead.

It was pitiful, no one to go to, no one to call, no one to comfort you or get you back up on your feet.

Stomach pain, headache, body ache. It was getting to you, but not an inch did you move from the bed. Just replaying the scene over and over again.

But someone was watching this.

"How is she?" Jinwoo asked as he sat on the couch, he knew you were in pain, after all, he was the one sent to complete the dungeon after things went wrong.

He vividly recalls the scene. You were sitting there, eyes practically dead as there was a sea of blood and lots of bodies scattered everywhere. Jinwoo, at first thought you were dead by how lifelessly you sat there, not blinking or moving an inch.

He had to touch you to see if you were alive.

Beru, Jinwoo's shadow soldier, quickly came out to check. "She is alive, my liege, just unconscious while sitting."

Jinwoo felt angry, mad, upset, and guilty for not arriving earlier. He even can see the image of you having a panic attack over and over again when you woke up and heard everyone was dead. It reminded him of when his mother experienced the same panic attack when his dad went missing.

He wanted to check up on you, but it was weird, you both never talked, and suddenly he pops up to see your condition. Perhaps it was not too odd, but Jinwoo had his shadows, and he would much rather use them instead.

----

"My liege, lady (name) has not done anything but just lie on the bed and look out the window. She does not eat well or drink enough water. Her phone keeps going off, but she never picks it up."

Damnit, the situation is so terrible, and Jinwoo needs to help you. Whatever you think or others think, he just wants to help you.

Huff, you can do this, he encourages himself as he rings the doorbell.

One time

Two times

Three times

Four times

No answer.

"(Name), I know you are in there and are not okay, just let me come home, and I will not be trouble." He yells from outside and continues to ring the doorbell.

A loud groan escapes your lips as you get up lazily to open the door.

"Hunter Sung, please, I am not okay and-"

He barges inside and starts to work, taking out the groceries he has bought to make you a good big meal, his shadow soldiers make you sit on the sofa as they clean the mess your house is in.

"Excuse me, you cannot—" Jinwoo swiftly shushes you up, not letting you say anything as he asks you to go take a nice shower and not argue a single bit with him.

How can you describe this? Being forced to bathe and let a man you've never had a conversation with take care of you like a mom.

Jinwoo made you sit on the couch as you came out, grabbing your chin and making you eat stew.

No words were exchanged between both of you for a good while. Well, words were not needed, so why talk?

Both of you knew that this was great, you liked it how Jinwoo took care of you, and Jinwoo enjoyed taking care of you.

After chewing, you both ask at the same time.

"Do you want to stay?" "Can I stay here for a while?"

"Of course!" Both of you replied energetically.

First of all I want to give credits to @kgymz for the adorable divider. Thank you, I love this.

I actually wanted to do a valentine series (which i mentioned in my other fic) but writer's block hit and i couldnt do it but i had another jinwoo fic planned which now might take a while to upload but anyways this makes me think if im going to do an event, should i start 2 months prior so that i can upload them even if i get a writer's block in between?

[psformybss]

The Greatest

rafe cameron x sahm!reader

warnings: emotional neglect, hurt/comfort, unrequited love vibes, slow burn realization, long-term marriage issues, angst, emotional vulnerability

now playing: the greatest by billie eilish

The sun was low behind the marsh when she heard the front door close. Not slammed. Just the usual firm shut that said he was home.

Rafe.

Not early, not late. Just on time enough to pretend he hadn’t forgotten about them, but never long enough to really be present. Not in the way she used to hope for. Not in the way she’d stopped hoping for years ago.

She dried her hands on a dish towel and glanced toward the foyer. His dress shoes echoed across the hardwood, followed by the familiar clink of keys dropping into the ceramic bowl she’d bought him for Father’s Day.

The kids were upstairs. She could hear the low thump of Alex’s bass through the ceiling, steady and rhythmic. Marley was probably buried under her blanket, texting in bed like she had been since school ended.

No one came down to greet him anymore. That had faded slowly, after too many missed dinners, too many silent apologies that never came, too many “yeah, yeah” responses that sent the kids looking at her instead, waiting for her to translate what his absence meant.

“Hey,” Rafe said as he stepped into the kitchen. He loosened his tie with one hand, eyes on his phone with the other.

“Hey.” She turned off the burner and gave the pasta one final stir.

He kissed her cheek, distracted. His cologne hit her all at once. Familiar. Clean. Sharp. It used to stop her in her tracks. Now it just felt like something old she hadn’t decided to miss yet.

“How was the office?” she asked, same as always.

“Same stuff. Russ messed up the zoning files again.” He shoved his phone into his blazer pocket and opened the fridge. “Did we run out of that ginger beer I like?”

She blinked. “Marley finished the last one. I’ll grab more tomorrow.”

He didn’t say thank you. Just nodded, grabbed a water, and leaned against the counter like it was his. And it was. He’d designed the house himself, every square inch made to be impressive. Vaulted ceilings, wide open rooms, clean finishes. A showpiece.

But it never felt like home. Not really.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she offered. It felt like muscle memory more than anything else.

He made a small sound, scrolling again.

She used to wait up for him.

Back when things were still new, when being married felt strange and full of promise, she’d sit on the couch in a silk robe she bought just for him. She’d flip through magazines she didn’t care about, eyes on the clock, waiting to hear the lock turn. Some nights he’d sit beside her. Other nights, he’d head straight upstairs.

She hadn’t asked for much. A look that meant something. A hand on her back. A sign he wanted to come home to her.

Then the kids came. Alex first, then Marley. And her world became a series of needs. Diapers and fevers and school pickups and forms she had to fill out alone. And through it all, Rafe worked. He built Cameron Development into something bigger than his father ever had. Bigger than she ever imagined.

She let him sleep while she stayed up with crying babies. She handled the stomach bugs, the parent-teacher conferences, the midnight feedings. She learned to move through it quietly. Without complaint. That’s what she thought being a good partner meant. Making it easier for him. Carrying the weight so he didn’t have to.

Years went by like that.

And he never once asked how tired she was.

Now their children were nearly grown, and she was starting to feel invisible in her own life. The days blurred together—groceries, laundry, orthodontist appointments, dinners no one sat down for. Everything she did revolved around someone else’s needs.

And lately, she’d been wondering what she had left. Who she even was anymore, outside of being theirs.

She plated dinner and set his bowl on the counter like always. He ate standing up, still scanning emails.

“Alex has a band thing Friday,” she said.

Rafe didn’t look up. “What kind of thing?”

“A showcase. He’s been talking about it all week.”

He nodded slowly. “You’ll go, right?”

She paused. “Of course. But he wants you there too.”

He didn’t answer. Just took another bite.

Something in her cracked. Not loudly. Just enough to feel it.

She set her fork down and turned to him. “Rafe.”

He looked at her, finally. But not really. His eyes landed on her, but they didn’t see her. Just the shape of someone he used to know.

“I’m tired,” she said quietly.

He frowned. “You look tired.”

She almost laughed, but it caught in her throat. “No. I mean I’m tired of this. Of doing everything. Of waiting for you to notice. Of making it easy for you not to show up.”

His expression shifted. Slightly. Like he didn’t expect her to say that out loud.

“I’ve been here,” she said, her voice steady. “Every day. Every night. I let you rest. I let you miss things. I kept telling myself that’s what wives do. That if I held it all together, maybe one day you’d love me the way I needed.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I’ve worked my ass off for this family,” he said, standing straighter.

“I know,” she said simply. “And I appreciated it. I loved you for it, Rafe. I probably still do. But I made it too easy. I made this life look effortless, and you stopped seeing what it cost me.”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She stood up, her chair scraping back quietly. Her heart pounded, not with anger, but something heavier. Something final.

“You could’ve been the greatest,” she whispered. Not to hurt him. Just because it was true.

Then she walked out, her shoulders stiff but shaking slightly—like someone holding too much for too long.

And behind her, in the quiet of the house he built, Rafe stood still. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t reach for his phone.

He just stood there. And realized he didn’t know when exactly she stopped waiting for him. Only that she had.

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

A/n : small teeny Drabble for y’all , wrote this instead of studying for my exam 😬🧍🏻‍♀️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞This is 400+ followers special enjoy ! ❤️

“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips.  

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one.  

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car.  

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep.  

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner.  

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends. 

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon.  

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy.  

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm. 

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste.  

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up.  

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.  

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.  

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[butlervibesonly]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing and I have this idea you could do! Since I love dad Austin fics as probably you do, can you do one where reader is pregnant with their first baby, and she already has a bump but Austin and her decided to keep it secret from medias as long as it's possible. But one day Austin's away at some meeting and reader goes out for some reason where she runs into paparazzi, freaks out cause they get photos of her and bump and she then calls Austin and they work it out together? Might be too demanding, write only if you like it 😅🫶🏻

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 | Austin Butler

• NOTE: Hiiii and thank you! Love this idea and I hope it’s as you imagined! 💕

• PAIRING: Austin Butler x pregnant! reader

• WARNINGS: pregnancy, paparazzi, slight angst, panicking, …

Your hand rests on your growing belly, and you feel the baby kick. This baby is so far a secret you and Austin keep from medias and fans to enjoy these moments as a family. You both do everything to keep this little life growing inside of you hidden.

But that’s not always very easy, especially when you and Austin are constantly under a microscope of paparazzis and medias. And now, with a baby on the way, you both know the frenzy that awaits you once the news gets out.

Austin has interview and some meetings today, so you’re home alone. Not that alone if you count your baby in you, of course. You suddenly think of making some good dinner for Austin when he comes home. “What should we do for daddy’s dinner, huh?” you rub your belly, not expecting any answers.

After a while of brainstorming and thinking you think of doing some good lasagne. You get up from the couch and go to see if you have everything for the meal to be done. And well, your pantry, however, isn’t cooperating.

“I’ll just make a quick shopping,” you mumble to yourself, grabbing the coat and scarf. You tug it tightly around you, hoping it would be enough to hide the small, but now undeniable, bump.

The grocery shop isn’t so far from yours and Austin’s home, just a few blocks away actually. You hurry down the aisles, picking the needed ingredients. A small part of you feels a hint of unease — the kind you often feel while stepping outside without Austin. Luckily no one recognized you so far. You not a celebrity after all, you’re just a wife of your husband.

Or at least you thought. As you step out of the store, carrying your bag and keys, the flashes came like a sudden storm.

“Y/n over there!”

“Are you and Austin expecting?”

“You are pregnant, Y/n?”

Your heart is racing as the paparazzi surround you, their cameras clicking furiously. Panic flows through you as questions are bombarding you from every direction.

“Please, I—“ you stammer, before pushing your way through the paparazzi and walk away down the street.

As soon as you get back home, you start trembling and shaking, tears spilling from your eyes. Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket — texts from friends, notifications from news websites. You don’t even dare look. Instead, you text Austin immediately.

As soon as Austin arrives home, he finds you crying on the couch. “They know,” you whisper, voice breaking. “The paparazzi... they saw me. They took pictures of me,”

Austin’s face is a mixture of worry and determination. He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as you let the tears fall. “I’m so sorry,” you choke out. “I didn’t think— I just wanted to cook for you but there wasn’t enough of stuff so I went shopping and—”

“Shhh, no,” he murmurs stroking your hair. “It’s not your fault, honey .” Austin’s free hand travels to touch your belly and rubs it in soothing circles. “We should expect this could happen, Y/n,” he says gently.

“What do we do now?” you ask, your voice voice shaking.

“We will handle this together, okay?” Austin looks into your watery eyes. “The most important thing is that you and the baby are alright. We can do a statement on Instagram if you’re comfortable with it. No media gets to ruin how we share this happiness.”

Austin’s words were gentle, reassuring, and exactly what you need to hear in this moment. You nod, squeezing his arm. As soon as you calm down Austin gets his phone and picks a picture that would be best to share.

He posts a simple picture — his hand resting on you growing belly — he took this photo no too long ago while the both of you were sharing some sweet time.

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austinbutler Our biggest roles yet: mom and dad. We love you so much already little bean. ❤️

ashleytisdale Best roles! Can’t wait! 🥹❤️

fan1 OMG!! PARENTS 🫶🏼🥹

fan2 I saw the paparazzi pictures and im disgusted, leave them alone they clearly weren’t ready to post this. Congrats anyway!

The response is immediate, and the support very much overwhelming. The media craziness was horrible, but for the first time that day you feel peaceful and happy.

“I love you and our baby so much and I wouldn’t let anyone to ruin this.” he kisses you gently, his hand never leaving your bump. And you feel so lucky that Austin is like this. Because with Austin nothing feels impossible.

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Sweet Neighbor Yuuta

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)

Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.

Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read

A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)

P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick

Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor. 

He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta. 

The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.

“Who was that?” you asked.

“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”

“Because it’s true!”

“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”

“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”

That last part you could agree with. Instantly. 

You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that. 

You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care. 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta. 

Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight.  At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.

You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating. 

You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough. 

It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.

You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.

So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.

But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.

Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you. 

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.

Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.” 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him. 

You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.

You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking. 

You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.

He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it. 

You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.

That’s not my fucking name.

He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.

You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.

Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.

So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”

“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.

I want to fuck the shit out of him.

It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.

But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?

Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hmm?”

You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”

He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”

He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.

“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”

That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.

He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”

He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.

The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.

You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…

It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.

“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”

You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.

It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.

He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is. 

In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.

He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.

You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on. 

You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t. 

Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”

You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed. 

Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.

He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.

You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”

His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.

It’s not a bad thing, not at all.

So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”

Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?

“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”

He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.

Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily. 

“Yuuta?”

He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.

He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.

“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard. 

“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”

He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”

He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—”  He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.

It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.

But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.

“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover. 

Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”

It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.

“I wish I could stay with you, too.”

“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”

“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?

“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…” 

It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love. 

“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”

“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.” 

You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine. 

“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.

“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.

You can’t move your hands.

Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free. 

Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you. 

He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.

This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.

What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?

“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.

The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?” 

You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”

The card? What card?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”

You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.

“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.” 

Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.

You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.

“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

***

[darlingsblackbook]

Distant Echeos 3

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Arranged Marriage AU

Summary : The time of an old pact, promising your hand to the heir of the Gojo clan, has come. It is now your wedding, how will the two of you continue from here?

Wordcount : 1,3K

Warnings : Hurt, Angst, Angst and Angst. Sad y/n :'(

AN : This is part Three!

It had been almost a month since Gojo and I were married, but it felt as though the time had stretched into an eternity. The penthouse, which was supposed to be a shared home, now felt more like a gilded cage—too large, too empty, too quiet.

I had hoped, in the beginning, that things would get better. That with time, maybe Gojo would warm up to me, or at least acknowledge the effort I was putting into trying to make this situation work.

But as the days passed, my hope dwindled. Every time he came home—if you could even call it that—it was like watching a shadow pass through. He was there one moment, gone the next, always with the same distant expression, the same dismissive tone.

I barely existed in his world. And slowly, I felt myself fading because of it.

I had stopped preparing his lunches. He never ate them anyway, and the sight of another untouched bento sitting on the counter had become too painful to bear.

It wasn’t that I had expected him to suddenly fall in love with me, but I had at least thought he might care a little. A small acknowledgment, a quiet thank you that meant he saw me, even if only as his wife in name. But no.

He left in the morning, often before I woke up, and returned only when he needed something. Clothes, documents, a momentary break before heading back to his real life.

Not once did he ask how I was doing. Not once did he ask if I needed anything.

So, I stopped trying to reach out. It was easier that way. Less painful.

Instead, I retreated further into myself, finding solace in the small routines that gave my day structure. I kept the penthouse clean—spotless, even—though I knew he didn’t notice.

I went grocery shopping, even though half the food I bought went uneaten. I made simple meals for myself, always enough for two, but always alone at the table.

The silence became my companion, and I grew more comfortable with it. At least the silence didn’t hurt. At least the silence didn’t look right through me.

°•♡•°

One evening, about a week after I’d stopped making him lunches, I heard the door open. It was late—later than usual for him to stop by—but I didn’t bother looking up from where I sat, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me.

I had a book open in my lap, though I hadn’t really been reading. The words blurred together in front of me, my mind too numb to concentrate.

Gojo’s presence filled the room like it always did—vast, overwhelming, but somehow distant, as though he wasn’t really there at all.

I heard him move around, his footsteps quiet but purposeful as he grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the bedroom. I waited, hoping he might say something, anything, but the only sound was the rustle of fabric and the soft click of the closet door.

And then, without a word, he was gone again.

I didn’t move from my spot, but the familiar ache in my chest grew a little stronger, a little heavier.

What had I expected? For him to sit down and ask how my day had been? For him to actually notice me sitting there, waiting for some sign that I wasn’t invisible?

No. I had learned better by now. Hoping only led to disappointment.

With a deep breath, I turned my attention back to the book, forcing myself to focus on the words. They were dry, dull—nothing like the romance stories I had once enjoyed.

I used to dream of love, of passion, of a relationship filled with warmth and laughter. But now, even the idea of such things felt foreign. Unreal.

Love wasn’t for people like me. People who were married off for political reasons, who existed as pawns in a game they never asked to play.

I had told myself, over and over again, that I just needed to give it time. That things would get better. But now, after weeks of silence, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold onto that belief.

°•♡•°

The next day, Gojo didn’t come home at all.

I didn’t even realize until I woke up the following morning to an empty, undisturbed house. His clothes were still neatly folded in the closet, his things untouched. I wondered, for a brief moment, if something had happened—if he was hurt or in trouble. But then I remembered who I was married to. Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer in the world. Nothing could touch him.

Nothing except, apparently, the thought of spending time here.

With me.

I went through the motions of the day mechanically—making breakfast, cleaning up, folding laundry—knowing none of it really mattered. I had once thought that keeping the house in order would make me feel like I had some kind of control, but now, even that felt hollow.

By the time the evening rolled around, I was exhausted, though not from any physical effort. It was the kind of tired that seeped into your bones, weighing down every step, every breath. I curled up on the couch again, the same book in my lap, though this time I didn’t even pretend to read.

The emptiness felt bigger tonight. Heavier. Like a tangible thing pressing down on me, reminding me just how alone I was.

I wondered if Gojo felt the same way. He always seemed so self-assured, so confident, but there had to be something under the surface, didn’t there? He couldn’t possibly be this detached all the time. Maybe he hated this marriage as much as I did. Maybe he was just avoiding me because he didn’t know what to say.

I tried to imagine what I would say to him if I had the courage. If I could speak my mind without fear of rejection or indifference.

“Do you hate me?” I whispered into the empty room, the words soft, barely audible even to myself.

But the silence, as always, gave no answer.

°•♡•°

A few more days passed, and Gojo’s absence became a constant. He came by once or twice, late at night, to grab things or change clothes, but he never stayed longer than a few minutes. He never asked about the house or how I was doing. He never asked if I was okay.

I was beginning to wonder if I had been foolish to think that things would ever change.

That night, I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. I felt small, insignificant, like a ghost haunting a place that wasn’t mine.

I had tried to make this house a home. I had tried to make myself a part of this new life. But every effort, every gesture, had been met with silence, with indifference. And now, I wasn’t sure if I had anything left to give.

It wasn’t just the loneliness that hurt. It was the sense of failure. The feeling that no matter what I did, I wasn’t enough.

Not for Gojo.

Not for this marriage.

Not for the life I had been thrust into.

And so, little by little, I retreated further into myself. I stopped trying to reach out, stopped hoping for things to change. I spoke less, stayed in my room more, and let the days blend together in a fog of quiet isolation.

Maybe Gojo was waiting for me to give up. Maybe that’s what he wanted. To be left alone, free from the burden of a wife he never asked for.

Or maybe I was just fooling myself.

Either way, I was sinking deeper into a place I didn’t know how to climb out of. And the worst part was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to anymore.

♡

The world was on fire but no one can save me but you~ la la

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Overprotective!Yandere X GN!Reader

Women in the office gawked at Theo as he walked by, shamelessly refusing to peel their eyes from the Adonis who walked among them. With dark wavy hair that framed his beauty mark speckled face and droopy emerald eyes always set into a warm smile, he was model material, yet refused to believe it. Theo was kind to everyone he spoke to, but no one could gain his full attention, and affection. That was reserved for his one and only best friend ❤️

❤️ Theo who was Reader's best friend since kindergarten

💀 Every life path Reader took, Theo took as well. They were his best friend, he just happened to have the same interests as Reader!

❤️ Besides, he didn't go to the same college as them and got into the same company in the same sales department just because he was good at numbers like Reader... he also needed to protect them!

💀 Reader was always a hard worker, they would often forget to eat meals while working overtime and would only sleep two hours a night if Theo wasn't there to gently keep them on track

❤️ And despite everyone referring to Reader as a cynical workaholic, Theo knew deep down that they were far too trusting

💀 Remember that girl in grade four who confessed to Reader at recess? Reader turned her down far too kindly! They made her think it was actually okay to be friends! Thank goodness Theo was there to threaten the kid to stay away protect his best friend from that weirdo

❤️ People often mistook the pair of besties for a couple, and that was just ridiculous!

💀 Yeah, the idea of Reader calling Theo their husband, kissing Reader's forehead each and every night, and instead of just tucking them into bed joining them in their shared bed made his heart clench in a funny way... they were just friends!

❤️ Just friends that were also roommates. The economy is terrible right now, just because they make enough money to live alone, didn't it make more sense to live together and save money?

💀 And Theo enjoyed cooking nutritional meals for his best friend! No instant ramen for Reader while Theo's around!

❤️ No, it wasn't jealousy whenever someone started hitting on Reader, he was just worried for them!

"Don't you think Jackson's a bit... creepy?" Theo asked his buddy while prepping dinner one night. Reader glanced up from their work laptop only briefly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Ah, I don't mean to sound rude! I'm sorry.. I just overheard him saying something pretty gross about Mrs. Kim.."

Jackson had asked Reader to grab a drink with him sometime just the other day, and he seemed like a genuinely kind dude. But Reader trusted Theo with their life, and wouldn't question anything he ever said, believing their best friend was simply incapable of lying. Reader grunted and went back to work, and Theo knew by that sound his bestie wasn't going out with Jackson anytime soon.

💀 Theo who could never admit to anyone, not even himself, that his relationship with Reader wasn't a healthy "friendship"

❤️ Convincing himself that his actions were completely normal things for friends to do was almost a full time job

💀 Sometimes he watched Reader sleep, admiring how their eyelashes fluttered as they dreamt ensuring that they were actually sleeping and not sneaking onto their computer

❤️ And breaking down into full blown hysterics when Reader doesn't text him back is just because he's so worried for them

💀 Reader always saw the error in their ways though, apologizing profusely when they finally came home from grocery shopping and seeing the results of forgetting to charge their phone

❤️ It was an especially hard day when Theo had to cut off his own mother. She said Theo was codependent on Reader! Reader doesn't know this though, they just heard that Theo's mother was criticizing their friendship

Reader was stopped at the front door, Theo draping his large frame over his best friend, his large eyes watering. "Please don't leave, (Reader)."

They sighed, wriggling an arm free to mess with Theo's hair. "The fridge is almost empty, dude."

"But it's raining outside!" Theo raised is voice unintentionally as he began to panic, spiraling into an anxiety attack. "What if you get sick? Please just stay home, I can order take out. Let's go shopping tomorrow!"

"Theo.."

"Please!" A sob choked out of the man as he seemingly lost his strength, collapsing against Reader as he stained their jacket with his tears. "I just want to keep you safe!"

Reader gave in, as they always did, guilt stabbing at their heart until they could calm Theo down and convince him they weren't leaving.

Even if Reader never fell in love with Theo, the man would be content just to be by Reader's side, forever being their one and only best friend. As long as he could continue protecting them, from bad dates conspiring to ruin Reader's life, from management that continuously accepted Reader's overtime volunteering, and from Reader's own silly bad choices... Theo was happy.

[sturniololoco]

Crutches

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Injury, pain, etc.

Summary: SLS/N gets hurt and has to use crutches. She can't do much so her brothers are always there to help her.

SLS/N's POV

Getting out of the car with a cast that comes all the way up to your knee is not an easy task.

That's why Chris just decided to pick me up and carry me into the house, up the stairs, and to the couch. Matt and Nick were close behind with my crutches.

Matt walked over and rested my crutches on the back of the couch for easy access. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head.

"You need anything, baby?" He asked me. I shook my head no as he walked into the kitchen. Nick came in with the pain medicine that we picked up on the way home from the ER.

"I think we need to get some food in your tummy before you take this, so you don't get sick." He told me. I nodded and leaned my head back on the couch. Now that I was sitting, I could notice the pain a lot more clearly now.

Chris came into the room and sat next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side. He rubbed my side, bringing me closer to him.

"It hurts Chris," I mumbled, the throbbing in my leg becoming steadily worse by the second.

"I know sweetheart," He replies. But in perfect timing, Nick walks in with a quesadilla, my pill on the side. Matt turns the TV on and we all sit together as I eat my quesadilla.

The throbbing has become almost unbearable by now, and that pill did nothing to help. I feel the tears start to leak from my eyes and an ache grows in the back of my throat. I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying, but Chris notices. He rubs my upper leg, soothingly, easing my pain.

-

I must have fallen asleep in the couch, because the next thing I know, I’m being hoisted into someone’s arms. I look up to see Mat carrying me up the stairs to my bed.

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you sweet girl.” He says. I rest my head back on his chest, eye lids feeling heavy.

Matt pulls back my covers and gently lays me down, coving me up.

“Will you stay with me?” I asked, my voice groggy from sleep.

“Of course baby.” He says laying down next to me.

He pulls my head to his chest and my body follows, wrapping my arms around his torso. He mumbles soft words into my ears as I fall back asleep, surrounded by his warmth.

-

The next day, I woke up to the smell of bacon, but no Matt. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and stood up.

I fell to the ground in pain almost immediately after putting that much weight on my leg. I hisses in pain, also hitting my butt on the hard floor.

I heard foot steps rushing up the stairs, then my door was swung open.

Chris rushed to me, crouching and asking if I’m ok.

“you gotta be careful sweet girl.” He said, scooping me up and bringing me down the stairs. instead of sitting me on the couch like the night before, he sat me down in my chair at the kitchen table, pushing me in. Nick then comes by with some French toast and bacon.

We all sit together and eat our breakfast, talking about what we're going to do today.

"We need to go get groceries," Nick said.

So that's what we did.

-

We pulled into Target, and Chris helped me out of the back seat and helped get me started with my crutches. My brothers and walked into the store, slowly due to my hobbling. Nick grabbed a cart and went ahead with Matt. However, Chris pulled me back.

"I have an idea," He said, motioning to the shopping cart he just pulled off the rack. He lifted me, for what felt kike the twentieth time today, and laid me in the shopping cart.

Nick and Matt giggled at us when we caught up with them.

"Okay, what shape pasta does everybody want?" Nick asked, getting to work.

-

after about an hour and a half of Chris pushing me up and down the isles, it was time to check out and go home.

I fell asleep, snuggled into Nick's side, happy that my brothers were able to make a bad situation so enjoyable.

[nagujake]

୨⎯Taste⎯୧

pairing: bf!heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: After not seeing each other for awhile, Heeseung shows you just how much he missed you.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cursing, kissing, oral (fem rec.) choking, unprotected sex

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

As you were heading to bed, a soft knock came to your door. You immediately froze, who would be coming over at this hour? No one ever came over this late and you didn't live in the greatest neighborhood so someone being here this late scared you. You quietly walked to the kitchen, reaching for the biggest knife in your knife block before slowly making your way back out to the living room. You stood in front of the door, ready to answer it and start swinging if you had too. You counted down from 5 in a whisper, just preparing yourself for anything. As you got down to 3 you heard a soft voice speak from the other side.

"Y/N it's me" your racing heart immediately calmed down and you pulled the door open quickly. Heeseung stood there with a smile as he looked you over, stopping on the big kitchen knife in your hand. "You were gonna stab me?" You looked down to the knife still in your hand, sighing, then putting it on the shelf next to you. "I thought you were someone who was here to kill me, it's 1 in the morning... Why are you here so late? And why didn't you text me and tell me you were coming over?" He walked completely into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. "I called and texted you, you never picked up and I just got off so I decided to come here instead of going home" you let out a small sigh "that's my fault, my phone died so I left it in my room to charge".

You hadn't seen Heeseung in about a week. He had been so busy with working and you had been too occupied with school, you both just couldn't find a convenient time to see each other.

He approached you, arms wide open for a hug and you smiled, jumping into his arms. "I missed you Hee" you pouted "I missed you too". You both stayed in the embrace for a few moments before he pulled away and looked at you. "Did you eat today?" You shook your head at him "no, I mean I ate a granola bar for breakfast so yes I ate today but-" "no buts, what have I told you about this? You need to eat y/n" you sighed and motioned to the kitchen "I don't have anything. I couldn't afford groceries this paycheck". He unwrapped his arms from your waist and put his hands on your cheeks "I've also told you that if you need groceries, I can help you" you shook your head "and I've always told you that I don't want you helping me with stuff. I'm grown, I should be able to get them and if I can't, then I can't" you said with a shrug. His face turned serious as he looked down at you "eating is not a negotiable thing y/n. You need to eat. Tomorrow, we will go to the store and if we don't have time to do it together, I will give you my card and you can go". You took a deep breath, about to speak "I don't wanna hear you argue back about this. For once, don't be stubborn, please" "okay.. thank you". He grabbed your hand "I'm sure you're hungry, let's go up the road to that convenience store and get some things to eat, that sound good?" You nodded cheerfully and ran to your room to put on a hoodie.

You both walked a few blocks before reaching a small convenience store. You immediately went to the sweets aisle and started looking around. Heeseung followed behind you "we're here for actual food my love, not snacks". You quickly spun around to face him "but I wanted sour gummy worms, remember you promised me you'd get me some like last week?" you said in a pout. He smiled at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes "okay I'll let you get gummy worms but you need real food too.. also I never promised you that" You smiled at him and jumped up and down "thank youuu" intentionally dragging out your words. He continued to follow you around, letting you pick out whatever you wanted. 

~~~~

You both went and sat down on the couch after eating your small meal. He turned the TV on and put on a movie, then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I missed you so much y/n" he said as he squeezed you tighter. "I missed you too Heeseung". You turned your upper body to look up at him, puckering your lips for a kiss. He gave you a small peck on the lips and smiled at you. "Come here baby" he grabbed your hips, helping you onto his lap. You smiled down at him and gave his nose a small kiss. He moved up to kiss your neck, giving you a few kisses before letting out a soft groan "you smell so good baby" He bucked his hips up slightly, for you to feel his growing member. You bent down to whisper in his ear "I bet you, I taste even better than I smell" He rolled his eyes back and groaned "ugh y/n, I'll be the judge of that". He picked you up quickly and walked you both to your bedroom.

He gently put you on the bed and pulled your sweatpants off, throwing them onto the floor. You sat up and pulled at the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off. Gently, he pushed you back down and reached for your underwear, pulling them off and spreading your legs open widely for him. He got down on his knees and brought his face in between your thighs. You gasped as his mouth found your center, his tongue diving deep into your folds. He sucked on your clit gently as his hands gripped your thighs tighter, nails digging into your soft flesh.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper in between your thighs. His tongue began thrusting in and out of you, causing your loud moans to fill the room "Oh my god- fuck! Heeseung!" You screamed, causing him to move faster. 

He quickly stopped, releasing his firm grip on your thighs. He stood up and began to remove his pants and boxers. His cock springing free. He stroked himself a couple of times before moving in closer to you again, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance "do you want me inside of you baby? You want me to fuck you senseless?" You whimpered to his words and without warning pushed himself inside of you, pausing briefly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

He watched you intently, eyes filled with lust as he pushed deeper into you, stretching you out. He began to pound into you with brutal force, his mouth finding yours and claiming it in an intense kiss. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he brought you closer to your release. He slams into you over and over again, your moans growing louder "Seungie.. please".

As if he uses your words as motivation he keeps pounding into you, changing the angle slightly to hit a different part of your insides. He reaches his hand up and wraps it around your neck squeezing, his grunting getting louder and more frequent. Your body tensed up as you felt your orgasm reaching its peak. "Hee!..I'm gonna.." your words are cut off by your heavy breathing, and you let out one last loud moan and a few whimpers, riding out your high.

His eyes widened and his grip on your neck tightened. He pushes himself into you again and again, until his body began to shudder as he spills out inside of you. He pulls himself out of you and leans down, giving you a sloppy kiss.

You sat up, moving yourself to the edge of the bed. "Wow.. I can tell you really did miss me" He smiles over at you and nods "yea, you took it out of me tonight. Let’s get to bed baby" you let out a soft laugh and grabbed his hand, pulling him down onto the bed with you.

[kykyonthemoon]

Hello! I really enjoy your LaDS writings!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon with Caleb or Rafayel with a workaholic and burnt out reader?

Thank you so much!

A/N: Dear Anon-san, Thank you so much for requesting <3 For this one, I went with Caleb because I already made something similar to the prompt for Rafayel, where he soothes a stressed out reader (though the reason why she's being like that isn't because of work). You can read it here. I really do enjoy writing for Caleb since we haven't seen many of his story yet in the game. I hope you are content with this story too. On a side note, I've recently got a few requests about a stressful or burnt out reader. I just wanna make sure my readers are doing alright out there <3 Sending you mental support right here through the fics I write <3

A Surprise Visit

Returning home at midnight after a long day of work, you unexpectedly find a guest being in your apartment.

‧₊˚❀༉ Caleb x F!Reader

‧₊˚❀༉ Soft fluff, domestic fluff

‧₊˚❀༉ Masterlist

‧₊˚❀༉ Request a fic

You came home when the clock struck twelve. The night was quiet, only the sound of your tired footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. After what seemed like an endless journey, you finally reached your apartment.

You unlocked the door. A soft glow from within illuminated the corridor. Since you left early in the morning, you did not recall leaving the light on. You let out a long sigh and felt guilty for being forgetful.

Yet, in the house there were not only lights, but also the delicious smell of food. How strange! How peculiar! You felt your weariness leave your mind as it was replaced by vigilance. Was there another person in the house?

You tiptoed to the kitchen, where the aroma of food made your stomach rumble. Then, you saw a very familiar figure. Fortunately, you were able to contain your joy and instead called his name quietly:

“Caleb?!”

He turned around, nodded and smiled at you. “You're back just now? Wash your face first and we'll have dinner."

You rubbed your eyes. Was it because you're so tired that you're daydreaming?

“Caleb? Is that really you?”

A soup was cooking on the kitchen counter as Caleb departed. Reaching over, he put his hand on top of your head.

“Are you expecting another man then?”

You immediately shook your head. Your hands reached up to wrap around Caleb's wrist and untangle it from your hair before he patted your head again like a child.

“No way! I'm just surprised to see you here, at this hour... Aren't you busy with your mission at Skyhaven?”

"Everything went smoothly. So now I'll take a few days off."

“Why didn't you tell me you're coming? I thought the apartment was being robbed..."

Caleb reached out and pinched your cheek. It was painful. He said:

“What kind of thief would help you clean up this messy apartment and even cook for you because they knew you got off work this late?”

You rubbed the cheek that had just been pinched and frowned. “You don't need to pinch it so hard.”

Caleb laughed. He told you to quickly go inside to wash up and get changed while he finished cooking the soup. You obediently followed. How joyful it is to get home after a hectic day and see the one you love.  All of a sudden, you forgot how tired you were after the long day.

The two of you had a simple meal. Caleb said that since it was late, you shouldn't eat too much. He observed you as you were enjoying your food. He had taken care of the apartment, made a trip to the grocery store and prepared your meal all day. What surprised and delighted you the most, though, was the fact that he was here. You had given Caleb a spare key a long time ago, but to be honest, you never thought he would pay a surprise visit. Due to work, you both had to live in two cities far apart.

After dinner, you threw yourself on the sofa and grabbed your laptop. Caleb got you a cup of warm water, then used his Evol to take the device out of your hands.

“I still have a report to finish…”

You wanted to get your laptop back, but Caleb turned it off and put it aside. "That's something you can't do right now." He stated. “Do you know what time it is? Shouldn't you be in bed? There are dark circles around your eyes.”

He used a finger to poke the thin skin below your eyes. It must be dark by now and somewhat made you look like a panda. You grimaced:

“Don't mess around, Caleb. I have a ton of work to get done.”

“I'm not messing with you either.” Caleb had a solemn expression. “You've been working hard for many days. Now you need to rest. I'm here to make sure of that.”

You let out a sigh. You were drawn into Caleb's embrace. Maybe he was right— you need to rest. Yet, the notion of the incomplete task made you feel quite uncomfortable.

You were a workaholic, and Caleb knew it. He therefore needed to be even more committed to getting you to give up the laptop.

“You're always working. It's hard to find some spare time with you." Caleb whispered as he rested his head on your hair.

You admitted you were a bit neglectful of Caleb, but that's because your job required extra work and concentration.

“I had to text Tara to find out you got off work at midnight.” Cale went on. “If you read the message, you'd know I've been here since noon.”

You raised up. At that time, you hurriedly reached for the phone on the table. As you opened it, you saw a series of messages and missed calls from Caleb.

“Oh… I'm really sorry…” You mumbled. “I really don't know where I left my phone…”

Caleb rubbed your shoulder, then pulled you back to the original position, leaning on his lap. "No problem. It's the price I pay for dating a girl who loves her job more than me."

You giggled as you pressed your face against his neck and gave him a breath tickle.

“I already apologized.”

He put his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. Only when you were in his arms, listening to his heart beat, feeling his warmth and subtle scent, and only then could you stop acting tough. You could burst into tears. You could let the weight and pressure of work fall on your shoulders. For you knew, he would fight against the world with you.

Only then did you face your physical and mental fatigue and acknowledge that you were just too exhausted to handle everything at once.

“If you're truly sorry,” Caleb's monotone voice rang out as you gradually drifted off to sleep in his arms. “Then you must let me have you this whole weekend, okay?”

Pictures from Pinterest.

Edited by me.

[77andyou]

could you please write a lil blurb of charlie going to the lakehouse with trevor and she's so happy to see her "uncle" jack (jack hughes). and char is just chatting and yapping so much and wants to play with jack (dollies, tea party, restaurant, doctor, store ect)

I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH AND IM SO HAPPY I CAME ACROSS UR ACCOUT

Omg first of all I love you 🥰 thanks for being my first official ask about Charlie & Trevor!! I’m glad you stumbled upon my blog and like what I’ve been writing. This whole thing ended up longer than I planned haha but I thought I’d give some background info on how she ended up so close to Jack since she’s still so small and doesn’t actually see him that much during the season.

This is actually Charlie’s first summer at the lake house with everyone! Last year she was still a baby so Trevor opted to go home and spend time with his family instead. Charlie starts off a bit shy as she’s not used to living with anyone other than Trevor so when she wakes up from her nap she’s always feeling super lost because she hasn’t fully figured out the lake house yet. All she knows is that she’s a little lost and just wants Trevor.

The first full day of them being there Trevor had put her down for a nap and left to go to the store with Quinn and Luke since he needed to make sure the house was stocked up with things that worked for Charlie and he thought it would be easier to go with them than to send a list incase they didn’t have what he needed. He left Jack at home with Charlie expecting her to be completely slumped from the sun and the excitement. What he didn’t anticipate was for her to wake up an hour earlier than normal and to be frantically searching for him in the house.

“Dada?” she said as she climbed out of the bed.

“Where dada?” she asked herself as she walked down the hall in search of Trevor. She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen where she often found him making her post-nap snacks but he was nowhere to be found. Now she was staring to feel a little scared. He was always there so where did he go? She heard some noise coming from the other room so she followed it and found the TV on.

“Dada!!” Charlie cried out as she ran to the couch.

She looked up and instead of seeing her father she saw Jacks face instead. Jack gave her a smile but instead of getting one back, he was faced with a trembling bottom lip before she let out a loud wail.

“Dada!!! Want dada!!!” the little girl cried.

Jack quickly scooped her up into his arms trying to soothe her.

“Hey Charlie. It’s ok, your daddy went to buy you treats. He’s gonna be back soon I promise.” Jack said while rubbing her back.

“Want dada!” she cried out again.

“I know sweetie. Do you want to watch a movie with me? We can watch your favourite! Nemo?”

She sat there on his lap still crying before slowly nodding at him. “Nemo.” she said with another sniffle.

They ended up watching the movie as Jack asked her all kinds of questions pretending like he had never seen it and before they knew it everyone was back with groceries.

“We’re baaaaaaaaaack!” Trevor said loudly as he walked into the home.

“Dada!” Charlie yelled and she scrambled off of Jack and tried to get her feet on the ground.

“Squish? What are you doing up? You’re supposed to be napping still. Are you ok?”

“Wake up. No find dada! Cry.” she said as she hugged his leg.

“She woke up and was looking for you. She came over and must’ve thought I was you watching TV cause she burst into tears when she saw me. I put on Finding Nemo and we were watching it together.”

From that day on Charlie had a unique bond with Jack. If she couldn’t find Trevor for some reason then she was looking for Jack. She wanted to play? Someone better get uncle Jack. She wants to watch Nemo again? Jack better be grabbing the snacks. She grew so comfortable with Jack that Trevor was genuinely a little perplexed. The only other person she was this comfortable with was Mrs. Knight and she saw her pretty much on a daily basis.

“Jacky play dolly?” she would ask as she dragged her 2 dolls behind her to the couch.

“Ya Charlie. Which one do you want today?” he asked as he sat on the floor with her.

“Blue! You pink.” she said with a smile.

This became a daily occurrence. Whether it was dolls, a picnic, swimming in the pool or just an afternoon spent watching Disney movies. She was always looking for Jack and Trevor to spend her time with. She actually cried a little when the summer ended and she had to say bye to her uncle Jacky.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for talking on the phone while shopping?

So this happened months ago but it still weighs on me when I’m reminded of it and I want to know if I was an asshole, if I’m being dramatic, etc.

For context I have PTSD and AVPD (avoidant personality disorder - think social anxiety, but much more intense, lifelong, and you can’t ‘cure’ it or really medicate it).

For a very long time I didn’t leave my house at all. The last year or so I’ve been really working on it and I can do small things like go to a nearby shop, but sometimes I still have bad days where I can’t do that without having someone with me.

I moved into a new place and it was ideally located, there was a small corner shop literally seconds from my front door on the same little street. It was the only store in that area so it was my only option and I was lucky it was so near. However because the area was unfamiliar it really set off my mental illnesses and for the first couple of months living there I couldn’t make myself go out of my home, needing my sisters (who are wonderful) or my partner to bring me basic groceries or go with me.

One day I wanted to take that step but I couldn’t make myself do it completely alone (trust me I tried, I was sitting for several hours with my jacket on trying to psych myself up to go). Eventually I asked my partner, who was too busy to come with me, if they could be on the phone with me while I went - this sometimes helps because it gives me something to focus on that’s not the people around me and lets me feel like I have a lifeline of sorts. They agreed and eventually I worked up the courage to walk to the store.

I got in and had the phone to my ear but was keeping my voice as quiet as I could, though I was the only person in the shop aside from the woman (maybe 50s-60s) behind the till, so I didn’t feel as bad as I usually would about disturbing other shoppers etc. I picked up basic stuff, got to the till, put the phone on mute and put it down on the counter so I could have my hands free to bag things up.

The woman was acting a little weird, just kind of short and giving me looks, but I was just kind of trying to get out as fast as possible so I didn’t think too much of it. I asked her if I could have a bag and she didn’t seem to hear me. Asked again and she said okay. After she’d scanned everything she scrunched up my receipt and went to throw it away and she noticed I was still hesitating, so she asked if I’d wanted to keep it and I said “No sorry I’m just waiting for the bag”

And she just. Blew up.

She started screaming about how maybe if I’d been paying attention to her instead of my phone I would have asked earlier, how I was rude, how it ruined her day to have customers like me. For the first few seconds I remember kind of weakly smiling because I thought she was being jokingly mad, because that’s how absolutely out of nowhere it was - just 1-100 in a second. I still remember the look in her eyes when she was shouting at me, like… I can’t even describe how much genuine anger and hatred was in her face, her eyes were twitching and she was genuinely shaking with anger. Raised voices and anger in general are one of my biggest PTSD triggers so this just… broke me. She was holding my groceries to her chest while I kept trying to reach for them so I couldn’t leave and I just had to stand there and let her shout. Another customer came in so I didn’t even feel like I could argue back so I just grabbed my stuff and basically ran home and then broke down.

I was completely back to square one and I felt like it instilled that I couldn’t leave my home and be independent because the first time I’d gotten the courage to go out mostly-alone this had happened.

I didn’t want to put in a complaint because I didn’t want to be That Person, but my mother ended up calling the manager on my behalf and after she followed up he said he’d spoken to her but no more detail than that.

For the rest of the time I lived there I didn’t go back to the store even with people except on hours I knew she wasn’t there, because my sister ended up asking around the area and someone told her they knew who she was talking about because she had a reputation of being “like that” and gave her her working hours so I could avoid her.

I eventually moved away again and didn’t need to use the shop anymore, but this was brought back again because a few weeks ago I was passing through with my sister and we dropped by so my sister could grab something, and the woman was there again stocking shelves. As soon as she saw me she completely stopped what she was doing to just stare at me, then started aggressively throwing the things onto the shelves before going back to the till. My sister would probably have said something if she’d been rude in front of her, but she was completely fine to her and served her politely.

I didn’t really realise how badly it was still affecting me until then because I was just standing frozen in front of the door waiting to be able to leave and my hands were shaking really badly.

So AITA for being on my phone in a shop and being rude? The reasons I think I could be TA are that she treated my sister perfectly fine, when I told family about it afterwards some of them said that in her defense being on my phone while shopping was pretty rude, and I got my mother to complain to her boss about her (even though I don’t think she got in trouble I think she was probably mad about this)

What are these acronyms?

[ibrowjo]

Kind of Like a Mother

a/n: I've been wanting to upload my writing for a while now, and I just finished editing this one (maybe, it's late so who knows how it looks rn), so I thought 'why not?' I've been writing a lot of self-insert fics that have to do with things I've been through myself or with family members, and that's what this one turned into by accident... oops. so be free little bird lol.

Warnings: fighting, angst, language, brief mentions of death and violence, talk of menstruation and infertility

Word count: 3829

“I’m home!” I called, returning from my late night shopping trip. No answer came as I carefully stepped down the metal stairs of the bunker, trying not to drop the bags of groceries layered up my arms. Nobody home to help me. Nobody home to see the bag full of candy bars and cream-filled cakes I intended to keep stashed in my room. Perfect.

The truth of the matter was that I didn’t eat a lot of sweets, but when Castiel discovered Jack eating breakfast cereal in the dark in the middle of the night to hide from Sam and his healthy habits, I took it upon myself to empty one of my dresser drawers and keep it stocked with treats instead. Cas knew about this, but we both agreed Dean couldn’t. Not that he’d try and stop Jack like Sam would, but the angel and I both knew the stash would disappear without anyone having seen Dean try. Besides, I never used the room anyway, so it was the perfect hideout.

Once my heavy boot met the stone floor at the bottom of the stairs, I hurried down the few steps into the kitchen, prickling sensations shooting up and down my right arm from the weight that the woven, recycled plastic straps were carrying. I had gotten good at packing groceries into my reusable bags, but feeding a house full of hungry men meant seven heaping bags at the end of every weekly shopping trip. And I’ll be damned if I had to make more than one trip.

I heaved my progressively numbing arms up over the table and plopped the bags down, freeing myself from the tangle of bags. “Atta girl,” I whispered to myself, shaking my arms down by my sides to get the blood flowing again. Once the warmth worked its way back into my fingertips, I jumped right in, going first for the two bags stuffed with cold items. Footsteps sounded behind me as I was busy buried in the fridge arranging the fresh food around Sam’s various flavored protein shakes. I turned quickly just in time to see the Green Giant approaching the bags, reaching out to grab one and help.

“Hey,” Sam started. “You’re back. I wanted to talk to you ab-”

“STOP,” I roared, my hands reaching out in front of me as if the action alone could repel the 6’4” giant.

He raised his hands up in front of him in surrender, a look of concern spreading across his face.

“Woah, sorry,” he said as I lowered my hands. “What’s going on?”

I thought up the best lie I could as I rushed to the table and started discreetly looking through the bags, searching for the sugary gold mine.

“Girl stuff! I have…stuff…in one of these bags. Sorry,” I lied sheepishly.

“Okay…” he responded in confusion. My lie was stupid. Sure they were guys, but I’d never been one to shy away from asking them to pick up some tampons when they were out. They didn’t even need to ask what size to get anymore. When it was Dean’s turn, he’d not only show up with the tampons, but some condoms and a bunch of my favorite fruit as well.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, finding the correct bag and pulling it off the table, hugging it to my chest. “I’m just going to put this in my room and I’ll be back.” I went to walk away, but Sam called out gently.

“Hey, are you okay?” I turned to face him again, smiling at him sheepishly.

“Of course I am,” I replied curtly.

“You’re acting a little…weird.” I stared back at him in silence trying to think of something to say to get him off my back, but before I could, he walked closer to me and lowered his voice to continue. “Are you hiding…like a…test or something? Because if you are, I promise-”

“No!” My eyes widened as it hit me what Sam was insinuating. “No. Not at all, Sammy, no.”

Sam’s question threw me off, and I spaced out. He had no way of knowing. Not unless Dean or Cas told him, which I knew would never happen. My best friend stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring me down waiting for an explanation, but my mind instantly flew back.

I thought of the searing pain in my abdomen for the third night in a row, of myself telling Dean it was probably residual pain from an injury on our last hunt, of him declaring it bullshit and praying to Cas to come help me. The diagnosis echoed so loudly with the angel confirming my fears. It wasn’t an injury.

“Hey,” Sam interrupted, pulling me from my painful thoughts with a wave of his hand in front of my face. “Are you with me?” Concern melted from his face and morphed into some form of frustration, his jaw clenched as he waited.

Things had been tense between all of us, what with Jack’s soul being restored, Dean’s subsequent anger, and Chuck’s looming wrath. Not even the good-natured Sam was exempt from losing his cool, meaning this conversation could turn bad rather quickly unless I turned it around.

“It’s girl stuff… for Dean and I. Just figured I’d save you the mental images.” I laughed nervously.

His response was immediate. “Oh, God. Thanks…for that,” he said as he looked up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, okay. So is there anything else in these bags I should be worried about?”

“Nope,” I promised. “Knock yourself out.” I twirled on my heel and took off down the hall, still hugging the junk-filled bag to my chest.

Once the contents had been emptied into my drawer and I’d kicked my boots off, I threw myself backwards onto my unused bed, my thoughts drifting back to that night months ago.

At first, I kept telling Dean I was fine aside from the pain, which Cas was able to ease when it showed up. We weren’t planning on a kid anyway, and even in the future, it would be dangerous and just plain wrong to bring one into our world. We didn’t have to worry anymore. 

Except he saw through me like I was made of glass. No matter how hard I tried to swallow my grief down, he knew I was shattered on the inside. The doctor’s visits, disguised as date nights to Sam and Jack, were squeezed in between hunts, and the new birth control pills to help manage my ruthless cycle had their own spot in my bag next to my blades and gun. It was a new normal. One that Dean saw my daily struggle with. Even with everything he had going on, he was there for me every single time.

Now, my periods were regular and not at all a burden. No pain and no heavy bleeding.

And, as crushed as I was about it, no children.

With a cleansing sigh, I sat up and looked around my room. A thick layer of dust covered the nightstand I had emptied out immediately after I started sleeping in Dean’s room. Dragging a finger through it, I created a dark stripe, exposing the wood underneath. I inspected the dust on my fingertip for a moment before standing and retrieving an extra towel from another drawer in my dresser.

With that towel, I set to dusting the nightstand, along with the top of my dresser and the surface of my desk, lifting stacks of hunting notes and photos to file away in the attached filing drawers. Finally, I pulled the corner of the covers on the bed to straighten out where I’d rumpled them.

Satisfied and decently distracted, I returned to the kitchen to find the groceries put away, and Dean and Cas had joined Sam at the table with a couple of beers.

“There she is!” Dean grinned, holding his arm out to greet me, his gruff expression softening a bit. I walked over to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist as I placed my hand on his back. He turned and kissed the inside of my arm and said, “You are a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart. Want a drink?”

“No, I’m good, thanks baby. Where’s Jack?” I asked, gently scratching at the back of Dean’s neck.

Cas cleared his throat. “I believe he is in his room.”

“Yeah,” Dean piped up. “Kid didn’t want to come out for dinner.”

Sam cut in. “To be fair, Dean, he’s having a hard time, and you aren’t exactly helping the situation.”

Here we go.

“Hey, I’ve been nice. I’ve been doing my best, but I can’t just suddenly drop everything that happened,” the older brother responded matter of factly.

“Dean-” I started, untangling myself from his grasp. My frustration grew, as did my familiarity with this conversation.

“He’s a kid,” Sam defended, cutting me off. “He didn’t have his soul. And he loved mom. He’s devastated.”

Cas spoke up as well. “Dean, you have trusted me for years, yet you still refuse to believe me when I say Jack is good. He’s heartbroken over Mary.”

“Son of a bitch, Cas, don’t say her name. You know I’m trying.” Dean’s voice raised slightly, and I dreaded what was about to come next.

Heart sinking and uneasiness rising, I backed away from the boys as they continued to argue back and forth, and I left the kitchen, pacing through the halls to Jack’s room. I reached his door and noticed the soft light coming from underneath it.

I gently knocked. “Jack? It’s me.”

No answer.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. And let you know that I still care, and I’m worried.” I paused, waiting to see if he’d open the door or say something, but nothing happened. “Just…let me know if you need anything. I know it’s been tough.” I sighed as silence filled the hallway. “Goodnight, Jack.”

I padded away from his door and towards Dean’s, tired and ready to start settling in for the night. The room I’d been sleeping in for a few months now invited me in with a smell that was so irrevocably Dean.

And right now, it annoyed me.

I’d been back and forth with Dean so many times about the poor nephilim. I was exhausted. I tried so hard to be a constant for Jack, to let him know he wasn’t a waste of space or time, but after everything with Jack’s soul and Mary’s death, things changed. His confidence in himself had been destroyed. I didn’t know how to lift him up.

I stomped over to the bed, grabbing my bottle of pills and my phone charger, then yanked a tee shirt and sweats from off the floor just as Dean walked through the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked, less as a question and more as an accusation.

“Sleeping in my room tonight,” I answered, not even looking him in the eye.

“Really? Sweetheart, come on.” He grabbed my shoulders to stop me as I started leaving.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before letting the air out through my mouth.

“Dean,” I started as I looked up at him. “I don’t know how many more times I can have this ‘Jack’ conversation. I love you so, so much, and I really hope you know that-”

“I do,” he interrupted. “But-”

“Stop,” I commanded. “Just… stop. It’s my turn. I’ve tried to keep it all together because I know that everything’s been shit lately for all of us. It’s like one thing after another, and we’re all family, so we deal with it as a family. But seriously, I’m over the dramatics of it all. You’ve given Jack exactly zero chances since the day he was born, and considering he’s a toddler’s age, I’d say he’s doing pretty fucking well with the hand he’s been dealt.”

“Okay, first of all,” Dean started, his voice turning from irritation to rage. “My mother’s dead because of him, and there wasn’t even a body to burn, so fuck that. Second of all, don’t you dare tell me I’m being dramatic when you’re the one stomping out to sleep somewhere else without having a conversation with me. I walked in here and you immediately jumped into this. That’s not on me.”

“Sure. Yeah, tell me I’m the one losing patience here when you’re the one who just spent the last few minutes telling off your brother and your best friend for reminding you that someone else besides you has feelings!”

The two of us stared at each other for a moment before Dean exhaled sharply. “You know what,” he started, his voice returning to a normal volume but still sounding antagonistic. “I came in here to go to bed and sleep this shit off. So do whatever you want. I don’t fucking care.” He dragged his feet past me and to the bed, where he stripped down to his plain shirt and underwear before pulling back the covers and climbing in, turning so his back was facing me. “Get the light on your way out.” 

Once in my own room, changed and exhausted, I plugged my phone in and turned out the lights before settling into my own bed for the first time in a while. I felt a bit colder lying there alone, so I pulled the blankets up over my nose and twisted onto my side, curling myself into a ball to keep warm.

The silence was deafening, keeping me awake and tossing and turning as I struggled against the lack of Dean’s heavy breathing and light snoring. I drummed my fingers against the mattress, trying to lift the weight of the quiet room, but my attempt was futile, as the silence had lent a hand to the copious amount of thinking I’d forgotten I could do so late at night.

I thought of Dean and how gut wrenching it was to see him harden his already tough exterior after Mary’s death. After everything he’d been through in his life, the stages of grief only consisted of anger for him. At the beginning, Sam and I exchanged worried glances every time the anger would rear its ugly head, but after all this time, it refused to let up, and we all became a bit impatient with each other as the hellish world kept spinning. Yet every night, Dean and I would still wrap up in each other and let it all go for a moment, and I looked forward to that every time the sun began to set.

Thoughts of missing Dean turned to thoughts of concern for Jack. What was I supposed to do next? I’d hardly seen him the last few days. I didn’t know if he was eating or if he’d left his room or if he was even alive. 

I was at a loss, and I sighed, feeling dejected and rolling back and forth a couple more times before hearing my door slowly open. The light flicked on and I whipped my head around, sitting up slightly to see who it was. Before my very eyes, the young tortured nephilim jumped when he saw me and began to wiggle his fingers down at his sides anxiously.

“I am sorry,” Jack said lowly, his voice gravelly and heavy.

I pulled myself up to sit against the headboard. “Jack,” I said, blinking to adjust to the light. He stood in place, not wanting to move further into the room, but not making the decision to walk back out. “Why are you still up?” I asked, looking at the time on my phone. 1:13 AM.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came to get a snack. Sugar always makes me feel better.” The boy looked at my dresser out of the corner of his eye. “I thought you were with Dean. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You didn’t, Jack.” He continued to stand still but relaxed his shoulders a bit at my reassurance. “Grab a couple things and come have a seat,” I said, patting the bed next to me.

I watched patiently as the slender kid slouched, curling into himself and staring at the floor as he found the knobs on my top drawer and pulled it open. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the new selection, and he rummaged for a few seconds before pulling out a king-size chocolate bar and an individually-wrapped cream-filled chocolate cake.

“Sorry I didn’t restock the nougat. I know that’s a favorite of yours.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured, sitting down next to me and swinging his feet up onto the bed. “I like chocolate.”

I smiled at him. “Nice socks,” I said, gesturing down at the many faces of Scooby-Doo on his feet.

“Thank you,” he responded without smiling back. “They are Dean’s. Sam gave them to me when I was born.” His eyes went wide. “But he said not to tell, so forget I said anything.”

I laughed quietly, reaching up and wiping Jack’s hair away from his face.

“I’m glad you have them.” I watched the corner of Jack’s mouth twitch up a little, but I could see in his eyes how troubled he was as he watched his feet wiggle back and forth, lost in his thoughts.

He finally breathed in, as if nervous to speak, but let his thoughts out anyway. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” he started, taking another breath. “I have a mother, but I don’t get to see her. And you take care of me, so you are kind of like a mother. And, well, my mother told me I was special and good and that I would change the world, but I don’t know what she would say now with everything I have done. And,” Jack paused as he fiddled with the chocolate bar wrapper. “Do you think I’m bad like Dean does?”

Jack’s words pierced my heart. I closed my eyes and swallowed, contemplating how afraid he was and how devastated he must be thinking I felt the same as Dean. My mind flashed back to Dean’s gun pointed at a kneeling Jack and the look on the boy’s face. He thought he deserved it.

I grabbed my pillow from behind me and set it down on my lap, patting the top of it as an invitation for Jack to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, but slid forward and rested his head on the pillow. I pulled the corner of my throw blanket out from underneath him and spread it over the top of him as he clung to the unopened chocolate sweets. While one hand rested on his shoulder, my other combed his hair back.

“Jack, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” I said, encouraging his attention. “There is not a single person in all of creation who knows you better than your mother did, including me. When she said you were good, she meant it. Before you were born, she knew she wouldn’t survive, but I’ve never met anyone with so much hope in the future, and that was because she knew the future would have you. You’ve got to believe that. You’ve got to cling to that. Okay?” He nodded in response.

“Now, you know I love Dean very much, but that doesn’t mean I always look the other way when he’s being a bonehead. He’s in a lot of pain, and he may blame you, but Jack, it is not your fault.” I looked down to see Jack squeeze his eyes shut, and a tear escaped over his nose and towards the pillow. The sight brought tears to my own eyes, and my voice wavered a bit as I continued speaking to him. “You and I, we’ve both unfairly lost out on things, but I’m glad we have each other. I’m always right here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you, kid,” I whispered back.

He kept his eyes closed, and I stroked his hair to sooth him as we both silently cried together. Soon, his breathing became heavier, and his grip on the sweets loosened. I propped the pillow up as I slid out from underneath it and gently laid it back down. He didn’t stir, so I took the chocolate bar and cake out of his grasp and moved them to the nightstand for him to see when he woke. Then, slowly and quietly, I walked to the door, looking back at Jack once more before turning out the light and leaving the door open a crack.

My mind racing, I wandered aimlessly through the bunker, passing bedroom after bedroom, jealous of the others for being able to sleep. I found myself first back in the kitchen, where some beer bottles still stood on the tabletop. I gathered them, emptying the remaining contents out, and tossed them in the trash. I grabbed a wash rag from a drawer and soaked it under warm water from the sink before wringing it out and using it to wipe down every surface in the room for good measure.

If only I could turn back the clock, maybe I could change something, and Jack wouldn’t be falling apart like this. Or maybe I’d know how to help. Or maybe, I could’ve stopped what happened to Mary to give Jack a fighting chance in this family.

I kept wandering, straightening things in a few of the rooms I entered, until finally, I dragged my way into the ‘Dean-cave.’ This room, too, was littered with beer bottles, and I noticed a couple of used plates stacked on top of each other leftover from the pie I had shared with Dean a few nights ago.

Dean.

The all-familiar feeling of fatigue washed over me as my mind reacted to the peaceful thoughts of the elder Winchester. Still slightly upset as I was, I knew the only way I’d get to sleep at a time like this was if I were next to him.

Without bothering to clean up the mess, I turned and found my way back into Dean’s room. He faced the wall and snored lightly, but the light from the hallway helped me see that his shoulders were tensed under his shirt. I sighed and tiptoed toward him, pulling back the covers and sliding into my side of the bed.

Dean’s light snoring halted, and I heard him swallow before taking a single deep breath.

“Sweetheart?” he inquired in a whisper.

“No, it’s Sam,” I joked sarcastically. “Duh it’s me.”

He rolled over and sighed, his hand finding my arm and running his lazy touch up to my shoulder. He moved his thumb back and forth and said, “Hey.”

“Hi,” I greeted in return, shifting closer to him. He wrapped me in a tight embrace and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“You alright, baby?” I asked.

“Better now.”

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Redbull gives you orgasms - Mike Schmidt x reader

Moving in with your boyfriend was a no-brainer. Abby loved you, Mike loved you, and well, it was easier to split the rent two ways. The only problem was with the sleep schedule. Your partner was an absolute early bird. Even with his sleep experiments, he still managed to wake up at 6 AM sharp to get his sister ready. And 99.9 of those days you'd murmur a ''Goodbye Mike, love you,'' into the pillow and fall asleep. If it wasn't for your job, you would be a total night owl. There were instances where you'd wake up at 3 just to jolt down a good idea you had. Thankfully, once Mike was out like a light, there was no waking him. Him falling asleep was a completely different matter. And you were gonna find that out soon through the magic of ... public holidays.

That's right public holidays. You were gonna take a break, finally, and spend some quality time with Abby, maybe even get to help Mike find some better job options. But before that, you had to work extra hard and prepare posts for the time you'd be gone. You were stressed and overloaded on free coffee and sugary snacks. By the end of the day, all was good. You handed over some tasks to your more senior colleagues and headed home. Grabbing groceries on the way, you were even given a sample of a new redbull flavor. You grabbed a few of those for your boyfriend and were finally ready to relax.

But Mike had other plans. He looked dejected, so you figured that the meeting with Jane didn't go well. "I'll take the night shift job tomorrow."

"If you're sure. Well, let's have an early dinner then." After you all ate and the two of you made sure Abby was in bed, it was finally time to sleep as well. You had a bit of chit-chat with Mike, nothing too heavy. He was just about to drift off, putting you through the usual routine when he noticed how restless you were. You were tossing and turning, bouncing your leg under the covers. Then came the pillow adjusting, cover moving. Afterwards, you went to the bathroom. Then grabbed water. Then the bathroom again.

"Sweetheart, please." Mike said, his voice groggy.

"Did I wake you, shit. I'm sorry, thought you already dozed off." You replied.

"I can go on the couch?" You suggested.

"No, just come here. I'm so used to you that I can't fall asleep without you here anyway. Your work trips fuck me up," he replied. "I'll fix you right up, I'm a sleep expert after all."

You laid down and let him "fix you". First he moved you to the side, then he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began to kiss your neck.

"Mike," you moaned.

"Shhh. I need you to turn off your brain. Just focus on what I'm doing to you and think only about that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" You just nodded. He continued kissing you, but now he was also touching your chest. Squeezing your breasts, gently pulling on your nipples. You were getting wet, and he knew it. He slipped his hand in your panties, and started rubbing on your clit.

"You're so needy for me. Can't wait to see you let go for me." You moved your hips to bring him closer to you. But instead of giving in, he slipped a finger in you, then a second.

"Feels so good, so so good." You felt him get hard against your ass. You reached out a hand to help him out, but he gently moved it away.

"Shh, I have it all planned out. But since you wanna spoil your surprise." His fingers were still inside you. He first undid the buttons on his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Then he moved your panties to the side and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. But then gasped when you felt his dick in-between your thigs, rubbing against your wet folds. Not only that, but his fingers were back on your clit. You were done for.

"I know you wanna cum for me, but can you hold it for just a little bit. I want us to do it together. Don't worry, I won't last long with your perfect pussy all wet for me like this." He says, rutting into you.

"Please, just a bit more, just the tip. Need you inside me again." You beg.

"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart." With that Mike slid the head of his cock inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, allowing himself 2 thrusts. Reluctantly he pulled away continued humping you.

"Come on sweetheart, let's cum together." You didn't need a second to think about it. Using your last functional braincell, you "aimed" Mike's cock, so he came on your stomach. When you were a bit more coherent, you gathered the cum and licked it away. There was no way you were gonna leave that on the sheets. You turned to kiss Mike, but saw he was fast asleep. Guess reading that sleep book did have its benefits.

[humanoiddisaster]

Pink Paint

'Jason travels to Star City to get some business done but when he notices a familiar face he abandons his schedule just so he can sleep better at night. His soft spot for kids ends up with him faking a new identity, becoming a tutor (a glorified babysitter, really) and meeting a certain ginger with a stupid smile.' Warning for a very brief mention of past assault (Jason and Talia), fake identities, mentions of firearms, suspected child abuse and a brief disconnection from reality. Also any and all possible warnings for DC and Jason Todd content.

This one is overall about taking care of a chaotic child (Lian) and is part of my series but can be read as a stand alone one shot, I think.

Star City 2024

Jade Nguyen, also known as Cheshire, has been on his watch for the past few weeks. Her activity wasn't anything abnormal considering her connection to the League of Assassin's but something didn't let Jason sleep at night.

Back in the day when he was still in the League, there was a situation where she came with a child. A newborn. He doesn't remember much, he still didn't remember who he was at the time, but he does remember feeling uneasy. It concerned him, to know that another child might be getting indoctrinated into being a ruthless assassin, but the second he saw Jade again after all these years it's not like he could just storm down to the nearest League base and rip it to shreds to find one little girl.

Not with Ra's around, not when Talia's touch was still so vivid in his memory.

Plus, Jade was in Star City, with the little girl following her every other day. He didn't need to go looking for League's hideout.

He watched Jade carefully, picked up on every single thing she did with and without the child, and waited for a single sign that would justify his intervention.

As dangerous as it was, being in Star City while the Bat was slowly destroying all of Hood's hard work, he just had to make sure.

He watched Jade from afar, highly aware of her experience as an assassin, observing as she was doing something on her phone right before entering a grocery store, holding the small hand of presumably her child.

When she disappeared from his view he took the time to hack into her phone and see just what the hell she was up to, only to be faced with an ad.

'Looking for a tutor to home school my daughter once a week'

Well. That was a find. Was it true that Jade wanted to find a tutor, or maybe it was a trap to kidnap someone to indoctrinate them?

It was Red Hood's job to prevent that from happening. At least that's what he told himself, not willing to accept his weakness when seeing a child in danger. He got up and took a few steps back, deciding that testing his luck today wasn't a good idea. He couldn't observe Jade 24/7, first off, his time in Star City was limited, he still belonged to Gotham and his business here was only temporary, second, Jade might not sense him now but it would only be a matter of time until she figured out something was wrong.

It was time to take care of business anyway.

His hand went to his hip, to the holster of his gun. He grabbed the handle, ran his thumb down the base, took a step towards his new destination and took his weapon out, loading it with a loud click

Jason didn't know what he got himself into. He ran a hand through his hair, checking everything one more time.

His clothes were clean, beige pants with a blue button up, the most basic of the looks he could get himself to put together. No bruises or scars were visible on his exposed skin, there was also no dirt or blood under his fingernails. He was practically defenseless as his weapons weren't part of his wardrobe today, to ensure the kid's safety, his bag was filled with books instead. Most importantly, he forced himself to paint the white streak of his hair to match his natural colour.

Jade wouldn't recognize him, no one in the League saw his face besides Talia, Ra's and Damian, but he had to be extra safe which meant getting rid of anything that might connect 'Jay' to Jason.

'Jay', the persona Jason created for this one task, to check up on the kid and hopefully get rid of his constant guilt whenever he thought about her. He wished he didn't care so much, but then if that were to become true, would he really be Jason?

He left his safehouse, trying his best to stay calm. If Jade figured out it was him it would be fine, he would be able to take her down no problem, but the child? The last thing Hood wanted was to expose the little girl to violence this early.

He prepared for his road before which meant that his destination was only about 10 to 20 minutes away from his safehouse. When he arrived at the address he took a deep breath before gently knocking on the door. He waited, forcing his mind and body to stay calm, not wanting to give off any suspicious signs.

Soon enough, a tall, young woman opened the door. Her smile was charming but her eyes lingered on him a bit too long.

"You must be Jay. Come on in, Lian has been so excited to meet you." Jason followed her into the apartment, a soft, silent sigh of relief on his lips.

"Well If that isn't nice to hear- I wish all my students would share that sentiment" He hummed, mentioning the students that he definitely did not have. He did drop out of school after. You know. Dying. They both let out a soft giggle as Jason put down his things while Jade walked them into the living room where she motioned for them to sit down.

"What experience does Lian have? Was she schooled previously?" He asked as casually as he could while Jade nodded.

"A little bit from me when I am not working, but she learns all sorts of things from her babysitter. I do think she would greatly benefit seeing someone who actually knows what they are doing once in a while, it's going to be a good addition to her education" Jade was calm but visibly tired. 'Jay' nodded along her words with a sympathetic smile.

"I'll finish my coffee and be out. Later on the babysitter should come, you are free after that" Jade sipped on her coffee as Jason looked out the window. It was around 4 or 5 PM so he would have a few hours to examine the house and talk with Lian.

"Of course the whole apartment is to your disposition. I am sure my daughter will help you if you need to find anything" Her voice was cautious and Jason knew that the place was probably filled with cameras, or that Jade herself would be watching this whole time from a building across, after all Jade wouldn't just trust a stranger that responded to an ad online, right? Not with her daughter at least.

They filled the silence with small talk, information about Jay's experience, what Jade expects of him, nothing memorable as Jason completely turned off from the conversation. When the assassin did finish her coffee she said her loud goodbye and left while Jason looked towards the direction where Jade shouted.

"Hi" A quiet voice came from the other room, a small child hiding behind the doorframe, curious. Jason smiled gently in her direction, staying where he was to give her space, just in case.

"Hi… My name is Jay, and I'll be your teacher. Kind of." He tried to stay casual as his eyes scanned through the room. Even in the weird, overly yellow light he should be able to spot a camera lense, but he just couldn't find anything from a glance.

"I am Lian!" The girl finally walked up to him, smiling as she immediately hugged his leg, clinging onto him. Jason quite quickly, gently, returned the gesture with a bit of a shock. Was that her way of asking for help? Was she going to ask him to take her away to safety? Or maybe she was just an affectionate child?

"It's nice to meet you Lian, what would you like to learn today?" He sent her a gentle smile, keeping in mind that Jade insisted on letting her daughter be the one to choose the topics. Something about her child having the opportunity to choose what she wants to learn, getting her to make her own decisions, Jason really didn't think too hard about what Jade said in that moment.

"I was hoping maybe we could read together and paint?" Her request was polite, with a toothy smile at the end.

"Sure, sounds good. Do you want to stay here or go to your room?" He asked to which the girl grabbed his hand and started walking with him towards the room she came from.

The room had a blue and a pink wall, littered with decorations, stickers and artwork. There was a comfortable bed, a desk, a lot of toys all over the place, and it seemed like there were no hidden cameras here either.

It was a normal child's room, which somehow concerned Hood more than if it was filled with torture devices. Could Jade really just be a good mom?

Lian grabbed a book and sat down on her bed, with Jason following right after her. Lian took his bigger hand into her smaller one and put it down on the page, smiling up at him.

"I will motion for you to read at my speed okay?" She asked with her big eyes as Jason just nodded.

She wasn't afraid of touch. After checking her over once again, she didn't have any bruises or cuts either. The drawings in her room were also pretty normal, no dead bodies, no blood, nothing that could imply she was being mistreated.

Maybe it was wrong of him to immediately assume that a criminal couldn't love and take care of their child. He didn't want to give up just yet, not that he wanted the girl to be mistreated, but he had to truly make sure. He had to be sure, otherwise he would have another thing to add to the list of things that kept him up at night.

Lian slowly moved Jason's finger over the page and he started reading. Lian was focused but he couldn't get himself to even register his own words, trying to find a single discrepancy, a single thing that was out of place. As if finding it would lead him to unravel the secret and be able to save the child.

But was there really something to protect Lian from?

They went through a few pages, maybe a whole chapter, Jason was too deep in his thoughts to really know, a thing he kind of learned when he wasn't in control of his body back when he was in the League, he kind of could just make his body do one thing and keep his mind completely disconnected from it.

"I wanna paint now" Lian whispered suddenly, looking up at Jason as she held his finger on the dot at the end of the last sentence.

"Uh. Sure." He said quietly and got up, watching as Lian got up to start cleaning the room, making space on the floor. Jason was standing still, not sure just what exactly he was supposed to do. Lian looked up at him while he stayed quiet. She then giggled, grabbing his hand once again before she walked them to some cupboards.

"Paints are there, so I don't take them too often" She said, pointing at one of them. Jason carefully opened it and took out the supplies, sitting down with her and watching as she prepared everything.

What kind of tutoring even was this? He was just a glorified babysitter, why would Jade hire someone if the other person taking care of Lian could literally do the same thing?

"Uh- aren't we supposed to be learning?" He asked quietly, watching as Lian turned to him with a frown.

"Or we could have fun and I can tell mom you are an awesome teacher?" They stared at each other until Jason sighed. Who was he to actually try and teach the girl anything? He dropped out of school.

"Fine" He said with an exhausted sigh and watched as Lian happily opened the box with art supplies, setting things where she believed they belonged.

"Sit" Lian demanded, pointing at a place on the floor and Jason followed her instruction, sitting down and watching as Lian took his hand and- ew.

He felt the moist, thick paint cover his hand as Lian chose his palm to be her palette. A wave of disgust over the feeling of said paint washed over him but he stayed quiet, aware that it was a better move to just let it happen.

"So Jay, what kind of hobby do you have?" Lian asked, her eyes glued to the paper she was working on.

"I am an artist of course" She said, pointing at the splotches of paint all over the floor and then the drawings on the walls.

Jason didn't think his character this far through. He swallowed his spit as Lian waited for an answer, trying to quickly come up with something. What could a teacher be into…

"Books?" He said unsure, the child looking at him sceptically.

"You are asking me?" She pointed out while Jason stayed quiet, trying to figure out a better lie. Well, with Lian looking at him like that he just panicked.

"I- uh- well- metal is cool. Like. Metal parts. Music too. I just take scraps of metal and put them together sometimes" He finally responded awkwardly, watching as Lian's eyes sparkled.

"That's so cool" Her voice dragged out the 'o' as she went back to her work.

"Is this the only kind of 'education' you are getting?" Jason finally asked, deciding that maybe he could get some information in the meantime.

"Will tries his best to make me learn stuff but mom says I don't have to worry about it yet" Lian pulled a second piece of paper and let out a noise of disapproval, painting some squiggly lines on it and 'comparing' it to the circles and square-ish shapes on the first paper.

Jason stayed careful, talking to Lian with hope of getting more information. Somewhere along the way they trailed off from their main topics, somewhere either he or Lian said a bad joke and at some point he completely forgot what his mission here was.

Art was a messy interest, so of course it didn't take long for Lian's face and hands to be covered in paint. Whether because the brush fell out of her small palm or because she decided her fingers were a better tool didn't matter much, what did matter was that at some point she became a walking hazard and if Jade found pink and blue fingerprints all over the house she probably wouldn't be too happy.

Lian's and Jason's laughter echoed through the room as he grabbed a cloth and ran it under warm water for a few seconds.

"Alright, come here, we can't have you running around with paint all over your face" He said, leaning down as the girl came closer. Gently, he whipped away at her cheek with the cloth, taking off the paint as Lian still couldn't contain all her giggles. She seemed like such a happy child, reacting well to touch, affectionate, not at all violent or scared.

Maybe Jade was a good mom. Maybe she didn't want her daughter involved with the league. Jason would still come a few more times, just to make sure, but for now he knew the little girl was safe.

While he was still contemplating he heard the front door open. He immediately looked in that direction, his body automatically getting ready as he took a step to stand in front of Lian in case of an emergency, while seeing as a man in probably his mid twenties walked in. He stared at Jason like a deer in a headlight as they both stared at eachother.

The man was tall with broad shoulders covered by the black coat he was wearing. His hair was that vibrant natural ginger, shoulder length and covered by bits and pieces of snow. His eyes were somewhere between lime and chartreuse, a soft stubble on his chin and lips turned into a bit of a frown, slightly open as he seemed both confused and deep in his thoughts.

It was Lian, running through the living room to hug into his leg that snapped both of them out of their trance.

There was something. Something in the other man that created a spark inside Jason, something alongside recognition, nostalgia and a deep melancholic unease he couldn't quite put into words yet.

"Will! Will! I've learned so much cool stuff today!!!" Lian was loud, giggling once more as the man sent her a soft smile

"Aww, and here I hoped I'd still be your favourite teacher" Will pouted, his expression overexadurated as Lian laughed

"Don't worry, I am pretty sure it'll take a bit more time before I claim that spot" Jason responded as they once more looked at eachother. They were quiet again, but only for a few seconds as Will spoke up.

"Name's William, but people call me Will. I take care of that little Princess every other day but Jade definitely didn't tell me she had someone else set up for today. You uh- you her boyfriend?" Will was soft spoken but behind his eyes there was definitely a gaze of someone who was analyzing Jason and his every move.

"I am Jay and uh- no, not really. I am just here to teach her a thing or two every now and then. Today's my first day actually" Jason stepped closer, cautious over the body language of the taller man.

"Neat. I uh- I bet that I am supposed to relieve you of your duties then?" Now it was Will who took a step closer. It felt like there was a tension between them, a secret language as they both treated each other like a wild animal that would be easy to spook away, or a predator waiting to attack. There was no hostility between them, but clearly neither of them trusted the other.

"I suppose" Jay replied quietly, watching as Lian suddenly frowned

"Nooo! But we could have played together! Can't you stay just a few more minutes??? Pleeeease?" Lian made her eyes big and innocent, like a puppy asking you to throw them a stick one more time. Who was Jason to say no? He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before giving the girl one more look and giving up on rejecting the offer.

"Alright, but only 15 more minutes, no more" He said in a bit of a stern voice as the girl jumped up happily and held onto Will's hand, dragging him over to the doll house while Jason followed.

While Lian stood in front of the toy Will and Jason sat down next to eachother awkwardly, their shoulders practically touching as the girl insisted they 'had to be closer so they can all play together'. Jason set up an alarm on his phone, just in case he got lost in his thoughts and forgot what time it was, before Lian angrily took his device away.

She gave them both two dolls, placing one in each of their hands as Will sighed, making Jason rise his eyebrow.

"I have to play the landlord" The man whispered, causing even more confusion for Jason. How and- why would a 5 year old know what a landlord is?

"You get to play the baby and the policeman" Lian exclaimed while Jason looked at his two dolls. One was a small cat, which he assumed was the 'baby', while the other was a tall doll with a drawn mustache. He blinked a few times, realising he has no idea what to do.

"Just go with the flow" Will said as if reading his thoughts. He started, as if to show Jason how it's done, by using an overly exadurated voice as he played his second doll, 'Stacy'. Lian played with one tall blonde doll and a second one that was a normal sized cat. The dolls started talking to eachother about all sorts of things before the 'landlord' came with the 'policeman' to evict them.

Jason was confused, but felt a tiny smile on his lips at how stupid the whole story was.

And the picture of someone finding out that the Red Hood spent his friday evening playing with doll, talking about topics the 5 year old shouldn't be able to understand.

At some point his phone buzzed as it announced that the 15 minutes were up. Lian groaned as their laughter died down.

"Nooo come on! Just a few more minutes!" She asked once more. Jason was about to argue, or maybe agree again, before Will stepped in.

"Hey- look princess, Jay already stayed overtime and he has to get back home. You'll get to play with him again another time okay? Say goodbye now" His voice was one of care but had that parental feel to it. Slightly scolding, but more to bring awareness than to punish the child.

"Alright… Bye Jay, I'll miss you. I hope we see each other again" Lian said as Jason just smiled, feeling his heart warm up

"It's okay, I am sure we will. It was a pleasure to meet you Lian, thank you for today" He got up and Will followed, probably to close the door behind him.

Before a hand touched his shoulder he turned around, once more staring into the green eyes of the ginger. They were quiet again, before he spoke up.

"Thanks for staying longer. It means the world to her" He said quietly as Jason hummed

"No problem, really. Thanks for standing up for me, I probably wouldn't be able to say no" They both exchanged a soft giggle but as Jason was about to turn again his arm was grabbed. He had to physically stop his reflexes as he turned to look at the man again.

"Wait- you have paint on your face" Will's smile was dorky as he licked his thumb and gently put it over Jason's chin, rubbing the paint off, leaving his finger smudged with an off shade of pink. They both stared at each other again, a soft blush over their cheeks as they giggled

"Man- I am so sorry- I swear I spend too much time with Lian. Didn't mean to be weird" They exchanged a playful look as Jason leaned over the door frame.

"It's fine, I get it. Believe it or not, it's not the weirdest thing that happened to me on the first day that I met someone" He thought about how Bruce adopted him, knowing him for only a few minutes. Maybe it was the charming smile, or maybe the bags under Will's eyes, but Jason didn't mind. Rather, 'Jay' didn't mind. Jason had to go back to Gotham, back to Red Hood, so maybe a moment of 'normalcy' was acceptable every now and then.

When he finally left the apartment he had to mentally prepare himself for the upcoming 12 hour ride back to Gotham. He was already lucky enough that he had business in Star City, otherwise these trips would be more than bothersome. Not that they weren't already, but he got committed to helping the child a few more times, just in case, before he could decide that the investigation was done. Then he would close up the business he had with Star City's underworld and could fully focus on Gotham again.

============= Whoop! I think this one is a bit shorter than the last one. This is still happening in the same universe, just at a different time ;)

If you are confused and rading this, Roy uses the name 'Will', wasn't able to fit the clone story from YJ into my timeline but it's a little reference.

If anyone plans to read the whole thing then here, I am gonna share a thing or two since I am *still* waiting for my new AO3 Account.

The story will be written in 3 different perspectives that will connect. One will be from the early days, one in the 'current' days of Jason and Roy in their fake identities and one will be from a 'future' perspective which was briefly mentioned at the start of last 'chapter'.

Jason has both the autopsy scar (althought he got it in a different way) and the 'J' from the arkham series, he covers it up for the 'Jay' thing tho. I also planned out how the lazarus pit works and why it revived him but didn't heal these things.

I know it's waaay too confusing so when I am done and move onto the other part of the story (yes, I have this story planned for almost each and every character) I am proboably going to make a single collection with edited parts so it's all in order.