#this is off topic but i didn’t know asks could be this long?????????? i appreciate it tho and hope nothing gets cut off

[wandascosmic]

Would you write something where Wanda and reader just have like a slow morning. They don’t have anywhere to be and reader just wakes up to see Wanda staring at her and it’s just so sweet. Feel free to add your own ideas too!

slow mornings (request)

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: in which you have your first day off in a year, and you and your wife decide to spend it in the best way possible.

word count: 733

tags: unedited, fluff, meet-cute, business major history, domestic wanda and reader, soft wanda and reader, slow mornings with our favorite couple, wanda has a staring problem

Wanda must have looked crazy, staring at you, her wife, for the past 20 minutes. Just watching your chest rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic state as you slept peacefully. Devoid of all the stress that usually plagued your face at your high-stakes job working as a company’s CEO. 

Wanda never wanted to leave, she felt completely content, having been married to you for the past five years, she never wanted it to end. 

Watching your expression, she reflected on your relationship’s history. 

You had met Wanda fresh out of college, during the first week of the master’s program you two had both been accepted to, one of the most competitive in the country.

Wanda was focusing more on the management portion, while you were learning more analysis topics. 

Sprinting as fast as you could to your most important class which you were unfortunately already late for since the bus got delayed, you accidentally bumped into a redhead on your way, dropping both your books and hers in the process. 

Widening your eyes, you ran back towards the figure. “Oh, my god! I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to do that. I’m just stressed and–” 

The figure gave you a reassuring smile, causing every word that wanted to come out to die in your throat. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice silky smooth as she handed you your books back. “I’m Wanda.” 

Nodding, you wordlessly took your books back, confused as the figure gave you an expectant look. “Um, oh! I’m Y/N. Studying business analysis.” You held out your hand for her to shake. 

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda responded. “Business Administration.”

“Wow, that’s– wow.” You acknowledged, seeing as that was the best program your school had to offer. Should you even be talking to her?

Wanda laughed. “It’s nothing. My greatest accomplishment is my coffee job on the side, with my twin brother. Want one?” 

“Um– what?” you asked.

“A coffee,” Wanda smiled. “Have you heard of Sokovian Sweets? Down the street?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, I love them. They have the best hot chocolate,” you said in recognition. 

“Thanks,” Wanda nodded. “Pietro’s working the shop today, come on!” 

Wanda grabbed your hand and began to lead you in the direction of her and her brother’s store. 

“Um I really shouldn’t–” you protest. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be worth it!” Wanda reassured, never letting go of your hand. 

And it all was, because 4 years later, she became your wife. 

Wanda smiles as you begin to stir, slowly coming to your senses. 

With your eyes still closed, you reach towards your wife, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” you say, feeling a pair of green eyes watching you. 

“Can’t help it,” Wanda shrugs. “It’s called appreciating your wonderful wife.” 

Turning over to face your wife, you slowly open your eyes and greet her with a smile. “Hi,” you say softly. 

“Hey,” she responds gently, giving you a kiss on your forehead. 

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, moving to rest your head in the crook of Wanda’s neck, to which she immediately responds with her arm around your waist. 

“Not long, I spent most of it admiring you.” 

“You know, 5 years of marriage and I don’t think you’ve ever lost your ability to flirt with me in new ways every morning.” 

“It comes pretty easy when you’ve got a pretty wife in bed next to you,” Wanda responds.

You hum, closing your eyes as you feel yourself relax in Wanda’s arms. “What are we doing today?” you ask. 

“Well, Pietro wants me to drop off some cookies at the coffee shop later today, but we don’t have to, I can just get Sam to pick them up since I made them last night.” 

You laugh. “Oh, yeah, forgot Sam owes you for nearly burning down your kitchen last month.” 

Wanda groans. “How can someone mess up French onion soup that bad! He burned the broth somehow!”

 You kiss Wanda’s cheek. “Let Sam know, I have my first day off all year and I want to spend every minute of it with you.” You wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist and snuggle into her chest, dozing off once more. 

“You got it,” Wanda agrees, kissing the top of your head before texting Sam, and going back to sleep alongside her wife.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

There’s a knock at the door. You huff as you don’t need to look through the peep hole to know who it is. No buzzer but he always finds a way. 

You pick up your phone and open the chat, ‘told you I’m tired.’ 

The little check mark flicks down. Read. No reply comes, only another knock on the door. 

‘Long day.’ You send another message. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

“You really want me to knock the door down?” Bucky chuckles through the wood. 

You inhale and roll yourself off the couch. You drop the phone on the square end table as you pass and drag your feet to the door. You lean on the inside and yawn as loudly as you can. 

“It’s after curfew,” you jeer. He wiggles the handle. “Go home.” 

“You’re gonna leave me out here like a stray cat? Come on. I came all the way down here,” he pleads. 

You turn your back to the door and shrug, “told you not to. Besides, not all of us have a soft spot for alley cats.” 

“Alpine is not an ally cat. Come on, I brought beer.” 

You scoff, “thought that piss didn’t do anything for ya?” 

“No, but it makes you a lot of fun.” 

You huff and push off the door. You turn and slide back the chain. You flip the lock back and open up. You arch a brow at your uninvited guested. 

“Thank you,” you trill and grab the six pack from him. He catches the door before you can swing it shut. He tuts and steps forward, pushing his elbow into the wood until you let it go. 

“Don’t play games. You know, I can tell when you’re in need of a good fucking. You don’t send any emojis.” He snaps the door shut behind him as you retreat with your prize. 

“Or maybe I was trying to get you to stop texting so I could enjoy my new toy in peace. Ever think of that. Sometimes It's about efficiency, not passion.” 

“Passion?” He scoffs as leans a hand on the wall and lifts a foot to undo his boot. 

“Probably not the right word for this,” you free a can from the plastic rings and shove the rest in the fridge. 

“You and your goddamn toys. Let me guess, this one has blue tooth.” 

“Does yours?” You strut out of the kitchen and flick his arm in passing. 

“No but it’s got all the features you need and you know it.” He taps your ass before you can elude him. 

You crack the can of beer and take a deep gulp. The TV continues to blare the reality show retrospective you’ve been feeding your time to. You flop on the couch and sigh. You suck down the grainy brew and swallow a gulp before it can escape your throat. 

Bucky looms behind the couch and grips the back. He leans over you. “How many of those until those hideous pajamas come off?” 

“Ha? What? You don’t wanna fuck me in my Spongebob jammies? They’re vintage.” 

He snorts, “you really are good a killing the mood, aren’t you?” 

“You’re a real Squidward sometimes, you know that?” You slurp another mouthful. 

“I have no idea what that is,” he says flatly as he tickles along your shoulder. 

You hate it. You hate him. Just a touch and you’re ready to go. Minutes ago, you were ready to pass out but now you’re wide awake. And fucking horny. 

“BPM going up, body temperature rising,” he runs his vibranium knuckles along your cheek and you wince away from him. 

“I hate when you do that.” You pull away and stand, plunking down the can. You huff and peel off your tank top. “I have an interview for a promotion tomorrow so hurry up.” 

“Romantic? Do you still wanna use the new toy? You know I don’t mind filling your mouth when you get like this.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and point to the bedroom. He rolls his eyes and strides off. You pause the television and take another swig of beer. You need to sleep and he’s good at fucking you into a coma. 

As you reach the bedroom, he’s already naked. His broad shoulders are etched in scars, the left one mottled with aged burns along the border of vibranium. His muscles cord down along his rib cage and sides.

A year ago, you would never expect a man like this to be standing naked in your bedroom. A super soldier. Bucky Barnes. 

He turns to you and wiggles the little square between his two fingers. The wrapped condom reflects the overhead light with its flashy packaging. He flexes his chest as you reach to undo your bra. 

“Should I pop it on now or can I get a taste first?” He asks with a flick of his tongue. 

You march to him and swipe the condom from his grasp. You jab his chest and he staggers back to the bed, his legs pressing against the frame. He teeters as he smirks down at you. 

“I’ll give you a ride, cowboy.” 

He falls back and spreads his arms wide. The bed squeaks beneath his weight. You push down your pajama pants and climb over him. You toss the mattress to the top of the bed as you raise yourself on your knees, hovering over his head as his thick hair fans out beneath.

He turns to graze his beard against your thigh. You purr and lower yourself to smother him in your cunt. He hums and laps at you eagerly. 

Mmm. This is exactly the stress relief you need. 

[donatellawritings]

thoughts on best friends dad!rafe!

introducing bfd!rafe & dolly!reader

there was pathetically sick part of rafe that got off on knowing that he still had it — especially with such a young girl like you who was an absolute knockout, absolutely eager and willing to bend to his every whim. he had watched you bloom into the young woman you were today, but the moment you turned eighteen, you became a bit more forward with your intentions. from wearing skimpy bikinis whenever you joined his sweet son on family trips, to the thin satin dresses that tented with your hard nipples on thursday dinners — you made sure to always look your best for mr. cameron.

but what made rafe melt was the way you were so immersed in him, you completely dismissed how his son was head over heels in love with you — and you can call rafe a sick man, but he always craved being the center of attention, no matter the costs. his little boy would just have to move on, not that he ever stood a chance against his overpowering and domineering father.

so, when rafe’s son asked if you could spend the summer at tannyhill, rafe was eager to oblige, masking his reasoning with ‘wanting his next of kin to be happy at home’, despite his true intentions of having you surrender all of yourself to him, now running rampant is his tainted and somewhat deranged mind.

on the first night of your extended stay, you found yourself sat beside your best friend’s father, your tooth-achingly sweet and doting best friend seated directly across from you, completely oblivious to the way his father stared at you with that same sense of longing and desire.

you liked mr. cameron — he was always so sweet to you, he bought you the finest birthday presents, complimented your girly, but borderline inappropriate outfits, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed at any given time.

and maybe, just maybe there was a part of you that knew he felt the same way about you too.

carelessly leaning over the dining table, you fought back a knowing smirk as your swollen tits bulged against the hem of your sleeveless romper, the ribbed fabric clinging to your warm frame as you reached for a piece of bread, “thank you for having me, mr. cameron,” you sang, your sweet voice all light and airy as you glanced at the older man, your heart jumping as you caught his eyes stuck on the fat of your plush ass cheeks that managed to swallow the romper.

masking his faux pas with a forced clearing of his throat, mr. cameron licks over his lips with a smile, “well — ahem, f’course, my wife and i really appreciate how good of a friend you’ve been to our boy, isn’t that right, honey?”

rafe knew exactly what he was doing, his trained blue eyes carefully taking in the way your plump smile faltered into a brief frown and how the sparkle in your eyes dimmed. your bubble of security had been popped in that very moment as you tugged on the top hem of your romper, your nailed fingers lightly grazing over the baby pink bow that had been sewn between the valley of your breasts.

your oh so pretty and fake smile only intensified as mrs. cameron sauntered into the dining room. you absolutely hated how your shared likeness towards mr. cameron had soured your perception of the clueless woman who still viewed you to be the daughter she always wanted.

placing a manicured hand atop of mr. cameron’s shoulder, you watch as the woman leans down to capture rafe’s lips in a quick kiss, “mhm. you know that we love having you over, sweetie. you keep us on our toes, dolly” she laughs, gently nudging the apple of your cheek as she makes her way to her seat, directly across from mr. cameron.

dolly — the dear nickname that you’d been given by mr. cameron, you’d always been so wet behind the ears, dainty, and entirely too vulnerable. but, it didn’t feel right coming from her.

answering with a short nod, you are a bit too eager to change the topic of discussion, a silent huff of stress leaving your faded plum stained lips as your best friend furrows his brows at your standoffish behavior, “y’okay?” he mouths, softly nudging your shin with the tip of his converse.

“i’m okay,” you mouth back, a soft smile on your pillowy lips as you steal a quick glance at mr. cameron who catches your sneaky gaze, sending you a quick wink as he takes a sip from his glass of chilled red wine.

licking over your dry lips, you swallow thickly, popping a warm and fluffy piece of bread into your needy mouth as mr. cameron’s long and slender leg brushes against yours. fighting back a smile, you remain silent as mrs. cameron enlightens the table about her new endeavors at cameron development, your eyes glazed over as you quietly hook your leg over his firm thigh.

honing your focus into chewing the piece of bread in your mouth, you watch from the corner of your bambi eyes as rafe inconspicuously slides a large hand over the smooth skin of your waxed leg.

now lost in the sensation of mr. cameron’s hand gently kneading soothing circles around your ankle, your eyes widen as rafe’s voice cuts into your dazed state, “y’seem pretty sleepy over there, dolly — everything a’ight?” he questions knowingly, his buzzed head tilted to the side as his pink lips part in anticipation of your next words.

feverishly nodding, you send rafe a forced courteous smile, “yes, mr. cameron — just sleepy,” you answer politely.

returning his attention to his son and wife, rafe keeps a tight hold on your small ankle, the cold bite of his wedding band digging into your warmed and bronze skin. you always loved to prance around tannyhill barefoot, you’re pretty pink toes on full display, ever since your younger days.

and rafe was painfully reminded of that, a feigned smile of interest on his handsomely structured face as he gave your cute little toes a gentle squeeze, every now and again.

all while his poor son and unsuspecting wife sat and ate their overly priced steak dinner.

[lenacosse]

In a world of boys, he’s a gentle man

pairings: Jake Peralta x female reader

warnings: Men being men. Angst with happy ending.

word count: 2.6k

summary: You’re having a hard time at work, things are stressing you out and you’re at a crossroad in your relationship with Jake but he’ll always fix his mistakes.

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The blaring of your obnoxious alarm fills your ears. Ripping you from your sleep for another day of work, another day of men undermining you, another day of unsolved crimes.

You reluctantly drag yourself out of your bed and get ready. To make matters worse you and your boyfriend Jake were fighting- you wanted him to move in but his fear of commitment made him laugh the topic off and diminish your feelings. You understood his issues, but it wasn’t fair. So you told him you needed space, and surprisingly he hasn’t contacted you yet. Not that you’re necessarily upset about that, you had mixed feelings.

You arrive to work at 9:12am. And there stands holt an eyebrow raised at you. You sigh and begin.

“I’m sorry sir. I got stuck in traffic.”

“So you’re the only one of my detectives late because of traffic, even though you live closest to the precinct.” Holt gives you a stern look and you just nod and walk into his office. He follows you in and shuts the door, you take a seat.

“I’m sorry captain. I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I appreciate the apology. But I’m worried about you (Y/L/N), you’re one of the finest detectives in the precinct yet you cannot unsolve simplest of cases?”

“I know. I just have a lot going on right now.”

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take your cases and put you onto paperwork tasks. I understand it won’t help but it’s protocol.”

You just nod and exit his room, not looking where you’re going you walk right into Hitchcock who spills his coffee all over you. You take a long breath and look right at him. Violent outbursts weren’t your thing, but the stupidity of the situation is making it hard not to punch him in the face.

“Would you watch where you’re going!” You storm off into the women’s bathroom to dry your shirt off. A worried Amy follows you in.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Amy asks, slowly moving towards you where you stand drying your coffee stained blouse.

You look at Amy and can’t help the tears that are filling your eyes. “I’m sorry i’m fine. It’s not big deal.”

Amy puts a hand on your arm, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, and I’m sorry that your cases have been reassigned. But think of it as a break. Now you can have time to think.”

You nod and offer her a smile. Amy was undoubtedly your best friend, she had a way of understanding your feelings and you appreciated that more than you could explain.

“Thank you Ames. you’re amazing.” You and Amy share a hug before she leaves the bathroom. You dry your shirt by which time you’ve collected your thoughts. Allowing you to go back out there with a clear head and better intentions.

Walking back to your desk you get a few reluctant glances, you know it’s bad when people look at your like you’re Rosa. Half way through your first paper work task you get a short tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see Jake. He looks worn down, not as enthusiastic as usual. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little bit bad, your aim was not to upset Jake when you said you wanted space, but to give yourself time to think. Which you haven’t even had a chance to do yet.

“I brought you a coffee.” Jake says, it was strange to see him so… calm? The main reason you agreed to go out with Jake was because he made you laugh. Because being with him was easy, you didn’t have to change yourself to be with him and that was all anyone could ask for. But the last few days he has been indifferent, you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“Thank you.” You smile and take the coffee from his hands. Jake nods and starts to walk away, he glances back at you. Continues to walk, glances back again then walks back to you.

“Can.. we talk later? I know you want space but I hate this. I feel bad and it’s just..”

You cut him off with a sympathetic look. “Jake..” you begin, your tone flat.

“Yeah. sorry.” He walks away, this time not looking back.

You sigh and look to your left where Charles is sitting shaking his head and wiping his eyes. You furrow your brows at him and he takes that as an invite over. He walks over to your desk, his shoulders slumped.

“Can I help you Charles?”

“God. I’m so worried about you and jake. These last few days have been utter hell. I haven’t felt this helpless since Elenor and I divorced. I’m so upset I can’t even eat my stake tartare.”

“Maybe that’s for the best Charles, sounds absolutely disgusting.” You shake your head in disgust, “as for me and Jake we are grown adults and can sort it ourselves. Don’t stress.”

“That’s impossible! I’ll talk to Jake. I know how to solve the issue, a nurturing shower where he tenderly washes your hair with lavender shampoo.”

“Seriously?! Go back to your desk.” You shoo him away with your hand. Accepting defeat, sometimes you feel bad for dismissing Charles, but not today.

By lunch time you made a reasonable dent in your paperwork. You glance over to Jake, he’s doing paperwork too. But nothing is distracting him, not even the fact that captain Holt cracked a smile, at least someone’s in a good mood.

“Come on get your stuff we’re going to get lunch.” Rosa says standing in front of your desk with her arms crossed. Behind her is Gina.

“This doesn’t mean I care about you by the way girl. I need a break from my endless paperwork.”

You look over to Gina’s desk and roll your eyes, she had two files sitting there. “Wow I couldn’t imagine it. Is Amy coming?”

“It was her idea to bring you to lunch, then she got out her colour coordinated file of conflict resolution to help you lighten up. So I told her the wrong place, being around nerds is not what I need right now. Poor Amy sitting alone with nothing but her folder.” Gina shrugs.

You grab your jacket and go out with Gina and Rosa. You go to a cafe near the precinct, the cafe echoed with small talk and coffee pots brewing. It was peaceful compared to the loud precinct, the constant keyboard clicks and nonsense talk could of easily driven you mad.

“Damn I think you ruined Jake’s life, he’s a serious depresso these days.” Gina starts.

“I did not ruin his life. I needed space.”

“Why? Did his immaturity get the better of you?” Rosa questioned, you were slightly surprised at her input. Usually an outing with Rosa entails complete silence.

You sigh taking a sip of your drink. “I wanted us to move in together. He brushed it off saying there’s no need. So I told him I needed space from him and time to think, I feel bad sure but I don’t know what to do. It feels like he doesn’t love me enough to work through these issues.” You swallow back the lump in your throat.

“Mmkay well not to give you a compliment but Jake does love you.” Gina retorts. Rosa nods in agreement.

“You always try to get me to talk about my feelings, so take your own advice and go talk to him.” Rosa added.

“I don’t know what to say, we’ve been together for almost two years and it feels like we’re capped at the newly established relationship part.”

“I think that’s enough relationship talk. Who do you think we are, Amy Santiago? No.” Gina scoffed, as she did the food arrived. You sit with your friends eating lunch and listening to Gina talk about her upcoming dance competition and her love for Beyoncé.

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“Thanks for lunch.” You smile at Gina and Rosa as you sit back at your desk.

“Yeah whatever you’re welcome.” Rosa shrugs. You continue with your work, peacefully getting through your tasks with your mood peaking by the minute.

“(Y/N) can you give these files down to officer Smith?” Your sarge Terry asks, you get the files off his desk and get into the elevator to go downstairs.

It was no secret that the officers downstairs were dicks. They didn’t like you, especially officer Smith as you rejected him years ago. Ever since then he’s been making remarks about you attempting to piss you off, this has been applied to Jake as well because he is your boyfriend. Right after stepping out of the elevator you hear a wolf whistle coming from officer Smith. you roll your eyes and walk to his desk handing him the files.

“A present for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You ignore his words and explain the contents of the files, he doesn’t seem to be even paying attention but you didn’t care. That was until he piped up.

“How come you’re giving me files and not Gina?” You go to speak and he puts his finger to his mouth silencing you. “Don’t tell me the nine nine’s lousiest detective has been placed on desk duty.”

“It’s absolutely none of your business. But even so desk duty is much better than being stuck as a first rate officer for eight wasteful years.”

“Ah typical (Y/L/N) being a bitch when she gets her feelings hurt.”

“You’re pathetic. Don’t you get bored of being a dick?”

“You’re Goddamn insufferable. Just shut the fuck up and clear off.”

“Gladly. When you get off your ass for the first time today make sure to leave these files back.”

With that you walk away, but the cruel words that he shouted after had you clenching your fists and unwillingly crying in the elevator. That man knew how to get under your skin and you hated him with a burning passion. As you walk out of the elevator you wipe your eyes trying to mask the fact you’ve been embarrassingly crying. And once again you collide with someone. Their hands steady you by grabbing your shoulders. You sigh and look up, seeing Jake with a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” You scoff as if you’re offended by the accusation.

“What happened?”

“Just Officer Smith being a dick.” You mumble.

His thumb lightly brushes a stray tear from your eye, you unwillingly melt into his touch, it’s warm and makes you feel safe.

“Whatever he said to you is irrelevant. He’s the biggest jerk ever. Don’t stoop down to his level and listen to what he has to say. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Thank you Jake.” You run your thumb over his knuckles, a soft smile apparent on your face. Jake squeezed your hand three times, and you return the gesture. His face immediately brightens up, your eyes meet and you find yourself getting lost in his.

You hear a clearing of a throat, you look to your side seeing captain Holt stood with him arms crossed. You immediately drop Jake’s hand and he lets go of your shoulder. You both go back to your own desks. Today has made you realise talking to Jake is the best solution, it was only making you both miserable being apart. So you write him a note reading: ‘want to come over later?’ You throw it at him and it hits him in the head.

You watch his reaction to reading it. He scribbles something back on the page and throws it in your direction, but unluckily it hits Holt right in the face as he walks past your desk. You watch Jake’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights as he quickly looks down and pretends to be writing.

“Who on earth threw that?!” Holt rages. Everyone looks up from their desks yet no one takes accountability. Holt picks up the paper and reads it out. “Want to come over later? As long as we can watch die hard. (Ps. that shirt you’re wearing looks hot af)”

Your face turns a deep crimson as you look down at your desk, refusing eye contact. Everyone is quiet, mostly likely mentally scarred by the note. until Charles pipes up.

“WOOHOO!” He yells. “my dream couple are back. Did take my advice Jakey?”

“No Charles. I did not spoon feed her duck soup!”

“Gosh it’s a miracle things worked out.” Charles replied. You look over to Amy who looks just as disgusted as you from Charles’ statement.

“You two my office. Now.” Holt says whilst walking back to his office.

Jake follows behind you into Holt’s office, you both take a seat as does Holt. He does not look happy, or so you assume. He was difficult to read.

“Today started wonderfully. Everyone had work done. I even cracked a smile.” Holt starts. “However you two acting like teenagers is ridiculous! Throwing notes to each other like you’re in middle school?”

“(Y/L/N) started it.” Jake shakes his head in dismay. “She’s such a child.”

“Shut up Peralta.” You smack his arm, making him pull a classic face at you. You roll your eyes and cross you arms looking back at your captain.

“If you two can’t act mature then I’ll have to come up with a plan to keep you apart.”

You both mutter a sorry and he dismisses you. Of course the second you step out of his office you look at Jake and the both of you burst out laughing.

“What did I just say!” Holt shouts out, you both stop laughing and immediately go back to your desks.

———————————————————————

Your door knocked and you went to answer it. standing there is Jake with flowers, a tiny teddy bear and a bag full of snacks. You smile and let him in, letting him know the pizza is on its way.

“For you my lady.” Jake says in a God awful posh accent. You take the flowers and other things from him. You find yourself blushing at the thought of him buying you these things.

“Well aren’t you just a gentleman.” You kiss his cheek, he takes your chin in his hand and moves your face to look at him. Your foreheads touch and he leans in to kiss you, the kiss is tender and loving. You run your free hand through his hair and slowly pull back.

“I’m sorry for not taking things seriously.”

“It’s okay.”

“No I was being an idiot. I love what we have, and of course I want to move in with you. But that freaked me out and I was unfair. I want you to know that I would do anything for you. I want this for us, I want to come home with you every night, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I’m serious about you, I should have just told you that from the start. but I messed things up and to think that I almost ruined us-“

You shut him up by kissing him, you feel his smile against your lips. His hands go to your hips pulling you closer. You slowly pull away and he pulls you into a hug. The scent his cologne fades all the worries and doubts, it was simple. Jake was the only possible person you ever wanted to be with, and things would work out because you both were dedicated to making it work.

“Thank you.” You slowly pull back and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay I’m glad that worked out because I already sold my apartment.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you did.” You tease.

The pizza arrives and the two of you lay on your couch together, eating pizza and watching die hard for the thousandth time. At this point you swear you could recite the script. But if it makes Jake happy then it makes you happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

~~~

“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life” at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

—-

After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

[misstycloud]

Can you do yandere boyfriend and yandere in-laws

You and your husband were driving up north to visit your in-laws. They were a nice couple who’d decided to move to a small town after retirement. It made sense to you, after decades of work and stressing over all that life throws at you, who wouldn’t want a little seclusion?

For the entirety of you and your husband’s relationship, he’d talk about his parents and how glad he was to have what they have; he loves you so much. They were his role models in just about everything. It was a bit weird to you how inspired he seemed by his parents relationship, sometimes. He could go on and on about how he was lucky to have you and you two were going to be together forever- like his parents who’s been married for a little over 30 years. He’d also never fail to mention on how he would give you everything and tread you right- again, like his dad does his mom. However, you shook it off as him admiring them and being very close, especially since he’s an only child.

That was not all. From the moment you met them in person, you had a strange underlying feeling regarding them. You hardly believed they were criminals or something of that kind, but there was something. For example, you’d catch his mother watching you from time to time. It could be when you’re outside in the garden and you’d notice her watching from the kitchen window, quickly averting her gaze and busy herself with the dishes. Or when his father insisted to accompany you to the grocery store despite his now-bad leg. You had told him he should stay at the house and that you didn’t need help or anything, but he dismissed your rejections. Not to mention their willingness to help your with just about anything, and your mother-in-law did not spare any expense in the seemingly random gifts she bought you. Mind you, this was back when you and your husband hadn’t even been together that long and you’d barely gone over the official couple threshold.

“We’ll be there soon, honey. It’s not far now.” Your husband said to you, giving you a quick glance before fousing back on the road ahead of you.

You smiled and responded, “That’s good, I can’t wait to get out of this car.” You sighed and looked at the fields passing by outside the car window.

With a frown, he asked, “Are you feeling nauseous? Does your back hurt? Are you sore anywhere? Should I stop?” Immediately he began ranting about your comfortablility like he’s done all through your relationship.

“No!” You exclaimed. “There’s no need to stop, I’m fine. Just feeling a bit cramped up is all. It’ll be better when we’re there.” You explained while grabbing his hand and showing that you’re good.

He side-eyed you for a second, as if he was trying to find evidence you were lying. Then he breathed out in relief, “Okay, I don’t want you to be in any pain or be uncomfortable in any way-especially now.” Your worrying husband let go of you to move his hand over stomach and stroke it in gentle movements. All while still keeping an eye on the road, of course. It wasn’t long until his happy mood bounced back. “I’m so glad we managed to come out here, it’s feels like ages since last time. And I know how anxious my mom has been to see you again.” He chuckled at his mothers attachment to her daughter-in-law. He would almost say she loved you more than him with how she fawned over you. Though, he didn’t mind.

You simply smiled in return.

When you finally were at your in-laws house, your mother-in-law was instantly at your side, trying to help you he out of the car despite you being very capable of doing so yourself. Your father-in-law scolded her and told her to let you be, in which she shushed him.

It wasn’t long until she started pushing gifts in your direction. Although, they were much appreciated this time around considering your current state and needs. The couple treated you to a nice home cooked dinner and the conversation shifted between different topics. After devouring the delicious chocolate cake being served as dessert, you felt it was time for bed. You had already been quite tired during your journey but it the fatigue was really hitting you now. You yawned and told the others you were going to bed, asking your husband if he was going to go with you.

He shook his head. “No, you go to bed first, sweetie. I’ll be right up, soon.” He reassured and kissed you on the forehead as a sign of affection. Then he gently ushered you upstairs and after you were out of sight, went back to his parents seated in the living room.

“Straight to bed, then?” Mother-in-law asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” Your husband answered.

“Oh, I do hope the bed is comfortable enough for her. I bought a new madress since your last visit. Lovely girl, was to afraid to say it made her back hurt. It’s rare to find such polite young people nowadays, wouldn’t you agree, honey?” The elder woman turned to her spouse, who nodded in agreement.

“I’m sure she’ll love it, mom.” Her son said and sat down in a cushioned chair.

“I hope.” she sighed, “She deserves a good nights rest. You’re lucky to have her, son, don’t forget that.” She half-jokingly reminded.

He chuckled and responded with, “Of course not. I love her more than anything. She completes me.” Thinking back to all the wonderful memories, he adorned an elated expression. “Besides, weren’t you the ones to teach me to never let go of what I love?”

“Haha, got me there. In all reality though, you did a good job taking her back. You know, I was a little worried for a moment there, thinking the wedding might be called off. I thought she perhaps found out about your…hobbies.” Mother-in-law raised a brow at her son, leaving the question open.

“No, it was something else. Fortunately.” He added. “But we fixed things and everything is as it should be.” his attention was turned towards his father, who for the first time spoke up.

“Well, relationships have been known to be a bit tricky for us” he referred to their family. “We are known for being somewhat intense with our feelings which may not always be appreciated. However, it is the truest form of love one can give and I’m so lucky to have found a partner who shares this view.” He placed his hand over mother-in-law’s who awed. “You said everything is steady, but you should still be careful. It would not be beneficial for either of you if a last resort has to be used.”

“Of course not.”

There are many stories of evil mother-in-law’s who despised their sons wife for the simplest of reasons. They would be cruel and treat the wife worse than dirt, all while playing innocent whenever someone had payed a little closer attention. She hated those women. How could one treat their child’s one-and-only that way? Though, she knew her view on love and relation did not match the majority of society so that might have something to do with it.

She absolutely adored you. You were simply perfect for her son. Kindness, humility, beauty- these were only a small range of your qualities. In a way, you were like the daughter she wished she had. Of course she wasn’t disheartened with her son’s birth, she would love her child no matter what, but she couldn’t lie and say the thought of a little girl wasn’t tempting. It would be so fun dressing up, doing each others hair, teaching her how to do makeup if she was interested.

She wanted to do those things with you someday. Sadly, she could sense you being a bit apprehensive to her company at times. She knew it was likely due to the excitement she radiated. She couldn’t help it, though! You are just so sweet it makes her want to bite into you like a piece of cake(don’t worry she wouldn’t actually). Mother-in-law has reminded herself to keep things down as to not overwhelm you, but it’s hard. If only she had the level of control her husband did.

Father-in-law is a admirable, hardworking man. He is clear-headed and calm; rarely does anything get to him. Although most would think him somewhat scary and stern, you actually like him a lot. He is not all toughness as he might want you to believe, in fact, he’s been very kind to you. That’s not to say that mother-in-law hasn’t been, but it’s just different with him, somehow. You felt like the two of you had a mutual understanding of kinds, and you also liked that he understood not to smother you.

He thinks you’re a wonderful addition to the family, even if he wouldn’t shout it out for the world to hear. He’d be too embarrassed. You are a good person and great match for his son. You’ll make him happy beyond measure, which is what father-in-law wants. Now that you’re permanently in the family, he often thinks of the things he and his wife taught their son. Now, he doesn’t hope you’ll ever have to find out about them since he’s not sure how you’d respond to that knowledge; most don’t respond positively and it’s likely the same for you. They could damage you forever.

Father-in-law promises to protect you since you’re part of his family now, and he’ll do anything for his family.

[violettwrites]

a heart that knows — daryl dixon

a/n: sorry to the nonnie that requested this bcos i took forever 😭 it had been sitting in my drafts since i received it but i’ve been so focused on writing the first few chapters of dotd but here you go my sweet !

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summary: daryl and reader were arguing when he moves too quickly and scares reader.

requested: anon requested ‘I would love to see something where tp!daryl and reader are arguing about something and he’s being expressive with his hands and she flinches out of instinct, and he realizes that things have gotten worse at home for her. He feels awful and ashamed so he makes it up to her by planning a special date and asks her to stay with him for a while and he promises her he won’t ever let anyone hurt her ever again. Just like super mega fluffy.’

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1,056

resources: divider by @adornedwithlight

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the sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the run down trailer park, and daryl’s voice echoed through the air as he paced in front of you. his hands waved in the air dramatically as he ranted about something—what, you couldn’t exactly remember. the heat of the argument had long since taken the actual topic of discussion and it had been twisted into something far deeper, emotions raw and rising between the two of you.

“ya just don’ get it, do ya?” daryl’s voice cracked with frustration, his hands slicing through the air. “i don’ understand why you gotta push me away all the time!”

the moment his hand moved to close, a reflex buried deep within you took over. you didn’t mean to flinch, but you did— just a little. the quick jerk of your body was instinctive, a reaction you’d honed after years of dodging your dad’s drunken outbursts. daryl’s hands froze mid air, his expression dropping immediately.

he saw it. he knew.

the silence between you both felt like a heavy weight. your eyes dropped to the gravel, cheeks burning with embarassment.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, trying to shake it off, but daryl was already moving closer, his earlier anger completely forgotten about. he reached out slowly, carefully, as if he didn’t want to startle you again. his calloused fingers brushed the side of your arm, and you glanced up to meet his worried blue eyes.

“hey…” his voice was soft now, barely above a whisper. “i didn’t mean to scare ya, i’m sorry.”

you nodded your head, but daryl wasn’t convinced. he could see it in the way you wouldn’t look at him directly, the way your body was still a little tense, like you were ready to flee if things went south. he swallowed hard, guilt clawing at him. he knew how you felt— life was the same for him.

“how’s… how’s your dad?” he asked, his voice rougher now, but not from anger. it was the kind of roughness that came from knowing too much, from understanding what he couldn’t fix on his own.

you shrugged, trying to keep it casual, but the walls you built up around yourself were thinner now, cracking under his concern. “he’s the same.”

daryl’s jaw tightened. he hated hearing that— how you tried to brush it off so casually. he knew “the same” meant worse, meant you were still walking on eggshells at home, trying not to provoke a man who had no right treating you— his own daughter the way he did. daryl knew about your situation from the day he had met you, but it still made his blood boil to think of anyone hurting you.

without another word, daryl pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. you melted into him, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. his embrace was warm, solid, and safe— everything your home wasn’t.

“i hate that you gotta go through this,” he whispered into your hair. he knew it wasn’t easy, getting away from a home life like that. hell, he barely made it out alive himself. “i hate that ya flinch like that, like you’re expectin’ me to hurt ya. i’d never…”

you leaned your forehead against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your skin. “i know,” you whispered back. “i’m sorry.”

“don’ be,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “don’ you dare apologise for somethin’ that ain’t yer fault.”

you didn’t argue. there was no point. daryl could be stubborn, but when it came to you, he was also fiercely protective.

“i ain’t lettin’ you go back there tonight,” he added, his tone final. “yer stayin’ with me tonight, okay? merle’s out for the weekend. it’ll just be us.”

you blinked, caught off guard by his offer. “daryl, i can’t—“

“ya can,” he interrupted, his hands resting on your shoulders as he gazed down at you with such intensity that it made your heart race. “i don’ want ya goin’ back there. not tonight. not any night. hell, ya can stay here as long as ya want. we got room.” he was right. he and merle had finally gotten their own little trailer in the park— simply to try and avoid their own father. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

your eyes welled up with emotion, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. “you really mean that?”

“‘course i do,” he cupped your cheeks gently, brushing a thumb over your skin. “i ain’t ever lettin’ anyone hurt you again.”

his words were more than a promise— they were a cow. you could see it in the way he looked at you, the way his rough exterior softened when he was with you. he meant every word.

a tear slipped down your cheek, but daryl wiped it away with a tender smile. “don’ cry, baby. you deserve better than all this crap.”

“i know, but—“ you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to pull yourself together. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you admitted, your voice trembling with gratitude.

“you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” he said, his tone gentle but full of resolve. “i ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

he gave you a small smile, and the tension between you both finally began to dissolve. daryl wasn’t much of a planner, but the next words out of his mouth were proof that he’d been thinking about this for a while.

“tell ya what,” he said, nudging you playfully. “how ‘bout tomorrow, i take you out? just us. get away from this place for a while. i’ll take ya to that diner ya like, and we’ll watch that stupid movie yer been goin’ on about.”

you couldn’t help but laugh through your tears. “you hate that movie.”

“yeah, but i like ya, so i’ll suffer through it,” he teased, and just like that, the heavy mood lifted a little more.

you reached up, standing on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, and daryl’s arms tightened around you, holding you close. “thank you,” you whispered.

“for wha’?”

“for making me feel safe.”

daryl kissed the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. “always, darlin’. always.”

[admirationandromantics]

Bathroom Intruders

Another Josh story! This one contains smut, and since there's been a long time since the last I mentioned it, I'll do it now. My blog is 18+, and there's several causes for this. I'd appreciate if minors kept away.

Anyways, enjoy this story. Many liked the "Never have I Ever" (link here!) story, and this is basically a prequel. In the original fic, there's mentioned that Josh and reader had sex in Chris's bathroom, so that's how this will go. Hope you like it! <3

Word count: 2,8k (unedited)

Hiii, could you write the time when reader and Josh had an action in the bathroom at Chris house? In "Never have I ever..." was this topic. And I love your work! And sorry if my english isn't perfect but i hope you know what I mean with this request 😭💞 - @amsliajskxkxkx

I lean back in the car seat, letting Josh steer the vehicle freely, not being in the way. I guess this was enough teasing for one day. And judging by his very visible boner, he needed some downtime until we got to Chris’s. Ashley was meeting us there for a game-night. Snacks, soda and talking. We all had classes the day after, so alcoholic drinks were out of the question. 

“So, when are we planning on telling the group?” I ask, looking over at him. Despite his situation, he’s relaxed. Leaned back, one hand on the wheel. His shirt rolled up to his elbows. 

“When do you think we should?” 

“I don’t know” I admit. We’ve been going at it for so long now, it almost feels wrong to burst the bubble now. 

“We can still wait a bit, after all, we still have some stuff we need to figure out” 

“We do?”

“Yeah” 

I turn to him, noticing the edge of his lips curling upwards while he struggles to stop it. He gives me a quick side-glance to check if I’m still watching. 

“What stuff are you referring to?” He clears his throat, one hand stroking his thigh impatiently. 

“Well, you know…”

“I don’t know” 

“We haven't tried all the positions yet” 

I can’t help the laugh that bursts out. He smiles, having been holding onto this joke for at least a couple of minutes. 

“And how long have you waited to give me that reply?” 

“Ten minutes” 

I give him a nudge, a small hit on his arm. He doesn’t mind, still not being able to contain his laughter. 

“Do you know how many positions there are? We’ll be dead before we try them all”

“Yeah, yeah” 

He drives into the parking space, turning the car off and sighing loudly. I look to the entrance, trying to see if the door is unlocked. But it’s too far away. 

“You wouldn’t mind doing it right now?” He asks, voice a bit rugged and breathless. 

“In the car?” 

“Mhm?” 

“I don’t think making Ashley witness this when she walks past is going to be the best way to get the news out” 

“Okay, then I guess we’re waiting a couple of minutes to go inside” 

We wait, and after about seventy seconds, I break the silence. 

“Funny thing is, we would’ve been done by now” I tease, trying to hide my smile. He furrows his brows, a finger coming up to state something. 

“Hey, that was one time, and I had a pretty rough day!” 

“If you say so” 

“I do” 

“Mhm” 

I give a small laugh, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss against his lips before taking off my seat belt. 

“I’m messing with you” 

“We all know you love doing that” he sighs, leaning forward to capture my lips one more time. I break it off, putting my own finger against his lips. 

“Hey, we wouldn’t have been together if I didn’t mess with you. I was the one who made this happen” 

He grabs my finger in his hand, dragging me towards him to meet my lips yet again, the kiss tender and passionate. 

“I’ll let you believe that” 

My hands start to wander, feeling up his chest, one hand going behind his neck to pull him closer. He unbuckles his seat belt, giving himself more room to move. I lean more over, a little surprised when he pushes the seat back. I pull a little away looking over his flustered face. 

“You sly fox, you wanted to get in the mood” I whisper, looking through his tactics. 

“Well, you’ve told me what turns you on, I’m just doing it” 

A loud knock on the window interrupts us both, and I let out a shriek while he jumps. I turn around, seeing Ashley outside, beanie and a warm puffy jacket. 

“Open the window!!!” She shouts, her voice sounding through it. I oblige, rolling it down and letting her peek her head in. 

“Why aren’t you inside yet? And why is Josh’s seat leaning all the way back?” She asks, giving us both a sceptical look. 

“Something’s wrong with it, Josh was getting some a couple of days ago, and the girl messed with the settings. He can’t get the seat up again” I lie, giving him a small smile. 

“Gosh, Josh, I know you’re a serial dater, but at the expense of your car? Isn’t that taking it a tad too far?” she asks, obviously judging him. He looks at me, ever so discreetly giving me a sour pout. 

“Um, I guess she just really liked my car” 

“Sometimes, it just amazes me how freaky you can be Josh, and not in the good way” she shakes her head, standing up outside the door. I look over to him again, talking loud enough so Ash can hear everything as well. 

“Yeah Joshy, you know what a bed is? Maybe you should try using that instead? It’s a little cheaper to wreak” 

I try to contain my laugh, making sure that she can’t see me aggressively biting my lips to stop myself. 

“You’re gonna get back for this” he whispers, opening up his door and walking out. I do the same, greeting my homegirl with a big hug. 

“Anyways, have you been at Chris’s new place yet?” I ask curiously. She may have, and we all know nothing has or will happen with them at this rate, but it’s still a good chance. 

“No, he’s come over to me a couple of times, but he always said that he wanted to get his furniture moved first, getting everything sorted and things like that”

“Ahh, okay” 

We all walk over to the door, glad to find it unlocked. We make our way inside, yelling his name. A loud crash makes us stop in our tracks, everyone looking at each other. 

“Chris?” 

“I’m okay!” 

The coats are left in the hallway, and Ashley starts walking quickly to the kitchen. Josh and I walk right behind her, hurrying to see what the fuss is about. On the ground is a bowl, luckily unharmed. 

“See? These things are as sturdy as me” 

“You’re a lucky guy” Ashley comments, bending down and picking the bowl up. I walk over, taking two of the many things he’s balancing in my hands. Josh comes up behind me, front brushing against my back, mouth being a little too close to my chin as he leans over to grab a couple of other things from the blonde. 

“Cochise, we need a tour, don’t you think?” 

“Maybe after we’ve put these things down” I remind him, everyone standing awkwardly on the kitchen floor. 

“Move, move!” The boys urge, making Ashley and I hurry out. We walk further into the apartment. I take in every detail. He’s certainly made this place pretty, plants, decor, space… He knew what he was doing when picking out matching furniture and placing them around. I wonder how much time this took him. We arrive in the living room, couch, coffee table and a big open space. His console is connected to the tv, already playing the familiar intro music. 

“Well, I’ve been in Josh’s nasty sex car so I’ll go wash my hands” I declare, giving the guy a small punch. He gives me a sour expression, while Chris asks Ashley about it, and she starts explaining Josh’s fake encounter. 

“Maybe I also should go do that, and you know, murder someone as well” Josh whispers, leaving the two behind. I find my way to the bathroom. The space shimmers in dim gold lighting. The room is clean, with a big sink and countertop. Before I can shut the door, a hand slithers in between the gap, stopping it from closing. Of course I know him by just his hand. Tan, veiny, big… 

“Hey, now these people think badly of me” he complains, shoving himself through the gap and locking the door behind him. 

“They think of you like they always have Josh, don’t you remember when you used to be like that?” 

“I’m a changed man!” 

“I know you are, I’m messing with you! Sorry, if you want to let them know about it now, you’re free to do so, again, sorry” I say, a little breathless. I didn’t know this would affect him in this way. He rolls his eyes a bit, voice louder as he continues speaking. 

“But that’s the point, we can’t let them know yet” 

“And why not?” 

“Because all of them will think I’m just messing with you!” He’s in my face, all up against me, breathing heavily while I soften. I don’t know what to say, his outburst conjuring a mixture of feelings I can’t differentiate right now. 

“What?” I whisper, confusion taking over. Messing with me? 

“We all know how I used to be, and you were the major switch which changed everything, but… I just know, many of them will be disappointed by me, because they think that this is another one of my flings and everyone will take sides when it’s over and-”

“Hey, hey, calm down” I try, hand coming up to his face. His heart is beating rapidly, chest heaving with each breath. 

“Calm down” I soothe, placing a small, tender kiss on his lips. His arms go around me, holding on tightly as if I’m supposed to disappear. 

“We said that if this doesn’t work out, we’ll still be friends, right? No need for anyone to take sides” 

“I don’t want this to end” He whispers, one hand going to my head, tangling in my hair. 

“Neither do I” I counter, pulling back to look at him, eyes glossy as he looks down on my lips. 

“Then why are we talking about it like it’s going to happen?”

“I-I… I don’t know” 

He captures my lips in his, first carefully, but then puts more pressure. I lose my balance a little, taking a step back to make sure I don’t fall. He continues forward, making me walk backwards all the way to the empty, clean counter, my back hitting the hard material. 

“This… I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you” 

“Neither can I” I whimper back, his lips finding their way to my neck, kissing and sucking all over. 

“Josh…” 

“Mmm?” 

“We’re at Chris’s place, in his bathroom” I give a loud moan, and Josh’s hand quickly flies up to cover my mouth. 

“Yes we are, and that’s why you need to be quiet” He smiles, and I nod while his fingers slowly slide their way down to my pants. 

He continues ravaging my lips with his, efficiently working on unbuttoning my pants at the same time. I lean back a little, making it easier for him. He drags the fabric down my legs and off my feet, hands feeling up my thighs. I tug on his shirt, making him let go of my lips for a couple of seconds so I can drag it over his head, throwing it on the floor. He helps me off with my top, pulling it over my head before he starts kissing me again, hands going to his pants to take them off. 

I feel myself heat up, panties getting wetter in anticipation. A small clank sounds, his belt hitting the tile floor as he walks into me, pulling my body to the edge of the counter. I feel his hardness against my heat, begging to be let inside. I grab the hem of his boxers, pulling at the fabric. He groans and I let out a shush sound, reminding him of our location. He pulls my panties off impatiently, hand going to my back, making me lean over the edge, barely hanging onto the counter. I’m already dripping, waiting for him to enter me. He looks up questioningly, and I give a slight nod. 

Before I know it, he slams into me, full length testing my limits. I scream out, but he already expects it, having his hand over my mouth as he pounds in and out. The combination of pleasure and pain is astonishing, every feeling mixing together in my stomach, making me dizzy and whimpery. 

With his other hand, he takes hold of my waist, making me turn around, feet falling down on the floor again, my upper body bent over the counter. The coldness of the stone gives me goosebumps, and I try pulling myself up a bit, seeing him as a pantining mess behind me in the mirror. His hand is still over my mouth, making muffled moans and whimpers come out, while he tries to lower his tones as much as possible. I feel his fingers move over to my stomach, pulling me back with both arms. He holds me almost in the air, his front pressed into my back, already a bit sweaty. His head leans over my shoulder, rapid breaths as he keeps up the pace. Making me stand up makes him reach even further, hitting my cervix with every thrust. His fingers move down to my clit, rubbing circles and causing a number of sounds to erupt from my mouth. I can’t help it, the extreme mixture of simulations combined with the pain and sight. 

“You see that? Look at yourself, t-this, it’ll last, you got that?” 

I nod my head, and he smiles as he leans down, kissing my neck. The wet touches are massive contrasts to how he fucks me, roughly and over the top, each part connected in different ways. 

I start nearing my edge, tension building up in my lower stomach as I try to keep quiet. He’s nearing his end too, his grip loosening around me, unable to keep it. His hand goes from my mouth to my breast, groping harshly. I fight the urge to scream, my voice stopping in my throat. 

“And now, when you come, don’t you dare make another sound” 

I can’t even not, finally reaching my high and breathing out. I’m hyper focused on my voice, keeping my mouth shut as I let out small whimpers. He rides me through it, pounding faster and harder as he reaches his own, pulling out and coming all over my ass and back. I feel the hot liquid running down my back, my upper body leaning over the counter to catch my breath. I hear him, feel his pulse through his wrist. 

“H-hey, are you okay?” he asks, coming up beside me and kissing my cheek. I smile, turning my head to meet his lips. My body is covered in red marks, all from how hard he was grabbing me, but I like it. 

“I love you” I whisper, and I can see a faint blush on his already exhausted and flushed face. 

“I love you too” I capture his lips yet again, his arms going around me to pull me closer. 

“Hey, are you finished in the bathroom soon!” Chris’s voice sounds from outside. I freeze, sensing Josh tense up beside me. He’s about to answer, but I put my hand over his mouth. I take a deep breath, steadying my voice. 

“Yeah, just woman problems!” 

“Oh, okay, I won’t pry then. Is Josh in there with you?” 

“No, I think he went out to get something from his car!”

“Okay, we’re ready to start now, so just make haste!” 

“Gottcha!” 

Josh lets out a small laugh, impressed by my quick thinking. 

“You usually don’t have a cold head after this” 

“Well, maybe being riskier has made me more cunning” 

“Hmm, maybe” 

“Let's clean up and get out” I state, reaching for a random towel and some water to clean off my back. Josh splashes water in his face, fixing his hair and getting his clothes back on. I put on my garments, his fingers outstretched to comb through my hair, settling the mess. 

“Where should we put the towel?” I ask, holding the white fabric up, looking for a laundry basket. 

“Where does he put his laundry?” 

“Don’t look at me as if I know” I defend, putting my hands up. 

“Let’s just leave it on the floor” 

“On the floor? Josh, are you insane, that’s not guestly behaviour” 

“Well, fucking in your best friend’s bathroom is not either” 

I shake my head, leaving the towel on the ground, kicking it a little to the side so it’s not in the way. Everyone puts their dirty clothing on the floor anyway. He would probably see it, think it’s dirty and then throw it in the washing machine. After all, he would never know that we had sex here. I wasn’t planning on telling him.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Can we see a chubby!reader who maybe doesn't know that Feitan is part of the phantom troupe, so she doesn't think Feitan can carry her but then he proves her wrong (maybe with a little bit of angst because she's self conscious, and then comfort because Feitan loves that there's more of her)

Idk if that made sense

Perfect

Feitan x Chubby!Fem!Reader

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A/N: another short one… but I like it!! Join my server !!

warnings: insecure reader, a bit of internalized misogyny

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You had been dating Feitan for nearly a year now, and you still knew so little about him. His whereabouts while he was out of town were a mystery to you, and you had no idea what he did for work. All you did know was that he didn’t have a normal job.

When you jokingly asked him if he was in the mafia, he scoffed. “Mafia bunch of puss- wimps. Not part of it, not by long shot.”

You were a little perturbed by his answer, but couldn’t help laughing at the way he censored himself for your sake. He seemed to see you as some kind of delicate princess, closer to a porcelain doll than human. Feitan was always extremely gentle when touching you, his hands almost hesitant when making contact with your skin.

This was something you didn’t understand. Throughout your life, people viewed you as bigger, tougher, when in reality you were quite easily hurt, both physically and mentally. The topic of your weight had been a sore subject…

But your Fei wasn’t really good with reading social cues.

“Eat good. Here, for big girl.”

You stared at your boyfriend as he used his chopsticks to drop an extra egg roll on your plate. In your mind, you know he meant nothing by it. He was friends with larger people like Uvogin who ate tons to keep up his strength and figure.

But your heart felt hurt. You pushed your plate away and huffed. “Hmph.”

He was bad about assuming things, even if you knew it Feitan wasn’t being malicious, it still hurt your feelings when he assumed random things because of your body type.

But what you didn’t know, was that Feitan wasn’t assuming anything. You were his girlfriend, he had to provide for you and make sure you ate well. In meteor city, having meat on your bones usually meant you were well taken care of, and all he wanted to do was make sure you ate.

Feitan, though… he wasn’t good at communicating that. Or communicating at all, really, so he just stared as you pushed away the food. He scoffed, slightly offended that you turned down his offer.

“Why huff? Being brat.”

You sniffled, standing up and storming off. Feitan wouldn’t let this slide, he hated seeing you upset.

The dark haired man caught your wrist, squeezing with just enough force to catch your attention. “Why act like this? Made you mad?”

You pouted, puffing out your chubby cheeks. “Mmph… it’s embarrassing. You’re thin and I’m not… aren’t girls supposed to be dainty and small? Isn’t that what you would prefer, someone you could easily pick up?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, not daring to look back at your lover.

But you didn’t have to look, because he turned you around and began lifting you with ease. Once you were in the air, he held onto your ass, squeezing softly. You squeaked and immediately wrapped your plump thighs around his waist for support, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“See? Easy. My little bunny.”

He held you in his arms, not straining or struggling in the slightest. It was like you weighed nothing at all to him and it was… relieving.

“Can’t understand? You… are mine.”

He huffed, sitting down with you in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. “We clear?”

You snuggled him, burying your teary face into his neck. “Yeah…”

Feitan tried to be a bit more sensitive with you after that, and made it a point to carry you around and show you off to his friends. It was a little embarrassing… but you felt loved and beautiful.

And that was all you needed.

[lightseoul]

Hiiiiii! I really love your work!!

Can i ask for number 20?

hello, love! thank you so much, and know that i see you interacting with my pieces and i truly appreciate it <3 also, at this point, i'm not even writing the prompts in order of the requests LOL so you get a fast pass, too! this bkg is always way too fun to write! i hope this one makes y'all smile. (update: i wrote a full-length sequel to this.)

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20. "THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF TIME." (0.9k)

“…so just like the last time, i want you to relax, okay?”

from where he’s laying on top of your pristine king-sized bed, a half-naked bakugou only glowers at you, arms folded behind his head in such a way that makes his biceps oh so bitable. he’s radiating that domineering aura that he always gives off in any context, only this time it’s a little…

misplaced.

you reach out to touch him, dressed in nothing but your intimates as well, ultimately placing your hand on his inner thigh. you feel him immediately tense at the contact.

caressing the skin with soothing circles in an attempt to calm him, you toss him a gentle smile. “just—let me make you feel good. alright, katsuki?”

“yeah, yeah,” he quips dismissively, rolling his eyes in nonchalance, comically juxtaposing the way his abdominal muscles and thighs are pulsing in what you’ve long identified as budding anticipation. “get on with it already.”

you bite back a laugh at his masked enthusiasm. the last thing you want is to make him feel embarrassed—you never want to make him feel bad, especially when you’re being intimate, and, well…

let’s just say you’ve been thinking about tonight ever since you broached the topic with him last week over dinner.

“katsuki…” you remember starting, nerves shot as you toyed with the leftover rice grains on your plate.

he looked up from where he sat across you on your dining table, eyebrows raised in question, wordlessly nudging you to go on.

“there’s something i’ve been wanting to try out,” you continued.

“…okay?”

“in bed.”

now, it’s not like you two are vanilla nor are you prudes—not that there’s anything wrong with that.

it’s just that the topic of sex makes you both flustered, and so talking about it is never an easy feat. but when curiosity and the burning need do get to either of you, you always make it a point to bring it up with the other.

the hand that was holding a glass of cold water froze mid-air at your statement, and you looked up at bakugou, whose gaze had averted from yours.

it probably took him a full minute or two to finally reply, not before clearing his throat like he always did when he felt awkward.

“what is it?”

“i want to top you,” you blurted out before you could think better against it. “…again.”

and when he didn’t say anything, you decided to just take the opportunity and press on.

“i know we never really talked about me topping again after that first time, but i figured that you liked it enough, based on how you—”

“—alright, alright,” he cut you off, a faint hue of pink high on his cheeks. “i get it.”

“so you’ll do it then?” you asked him then and there, excitement bleeding into your tone.

what felt like a few agonizing minutes passed before he finally nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. “not now, though. this friday, when i get off early.”

which brings you to now.

it’s bakugou’s voice, though, that actually brings you back to the present moment.

“are ya gonna get on with it or are you gonna keep on staring at me?”

you pull back and feel yourself flush at the call out, but will yourself to remain composed. you’re not about to let him steal your role for the night—you’ve fought hard enough to get to where you are right now.

“sorry,” you quickly retort, “before we start, though—”

he groans.

“—let’s go through the safe words first.”

“what am i, a fucking dumbass?” he sneers, traces of restlessness evident on his features that are extra pretty under the dim lights of your bedroom. “you don’t have to keep on repeating ‘em every time we fuck.”

“it’s important that we reiterate them,” you argue, “especially for tonight, since we’re trying something new.”

for the nth time, bakugou rolls his eyes but relents, giving you a curt nod.

“so every now and then, i’ll ask you what color you’re at. green is for when you’re all good to continue, yellow is when you want to take a pause, and red is when—”

“—i want to stop, i know.”

“no questions asked—i’ll stop the minute you say red. so don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”

“okay,” he tosses back so impatiently you’re now really struggling to keep a straight face. he shifts on his back and adjusts his boxer shorts, which, you observe are getting tighter by the second.

you haven’t even started, yet the mere thought of you topping him—however ambiguous that is—is turning him on.

bakugou must’ve noticed you looking and the slight upturn of the corner of your lips, because he shoots you a glare. “you done? god, this is such a waste of time.”

at that, you snort. “you’re not even gonna ask me what i’m gonna do?”

“how bad can it be?”

oh, dear.

the man is probably expecting you to just ride him.

you chance another look at your beautiful boyfriend, and a tidal wave of want washes over you so violently you almost stumble from where you’re seated at the bottom edge of the bed.

well.

it’s now or never, right?

and to hell with it if you can’t have him this way now.

taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for what you’re about to say next.

“…get on your knees, katsuki.”

his reply is almost instantaneous.

“what?”

to that, you shoot him the most innocent smile you can muster.

“‘cause i’m about to finger you.”

[lightwing-s]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: when everything seems go, at least start, to go right, you're getting to actually enjoy the thoughts of your pregnancy, things take a turn. no, not a turn, a fucking spin, a descent in a downward spiral. basicallly, you're fucked.

word count: 10,3k (yes, i'm actually very surprised i managed this) warnings: pregnancy, medical talks, bad parenting and terrible fathers.

a/n: it took me too long to finish, i know. but i did enjoy my time in carnaval before almost dying from a flu. the chapter is long and is very important to the future of the story, so please, don't be mad at me for it. take breaks, eat while your reading, idk, do your thing. ily and i missed you ♡♡♡

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You thought that telling Jason about your pregnancy would be the trigger that would set your life into a downward spiral. That everything would be different once it was done with. You would be different, he would be different, and the world would be different too. However, the days that followed could not have been any more normal.

Although your mind was still clouded with anxious pregnancy thoughts, your days went on as usual. You woke up early, exercised and went to work, just to come back home hours later to do whatever it was you got on your mind that night before going straight to bed. The only indications of your condition were the looming thoughts and the excessive tiredness you carried everywhere with you.

It was like the world around you didn’t get the memo your whole life was about to be totally different just a few months from now..

And the world didn’t have to. It didn’t care that Yn Sn was pregnant. It would continue spinning around, circling the sun, like it always did. Day by day, minute by minute, like nothing had changed. And in the great scheme of things, nothing had. You did. You were the one who had changed. You were different, or at least you would become. Good or bad, nothing was gonna be like before. You would keep changing as the world would always be the same.

In the great scheme of things, the world didn’t revolve around you. Your life wasn’t a linear movie plot, troubleless and predictable. It was proving to you right then and there that it wouldn’t hold your hand and give you a rulebook on how to proceed with every little thing. You were on your own to figure out this journey. It was now about you. And him.

At first, you only noticed the small differences. You were tired, more than usual. It seemed like every move you used to make swiftly was now heavy and took you double the effort to complete. Two days after your talk, Jason went back to the clinic to pick up the full test results, and had it delivered to you at your door. You didn’t invite him to stay, nor did he ask you to enter, and you opened the envelope to find out you were about five to six weeks pregnant by yourself. It meant the baby was now growing faster and faster, and providing all that extra energy was what had been draining you off yours.

Your trips to the toilet became more frequent, even if your water intake had remained the same. That had raised one or two eyebrows at work, but considering the amount of things you were all working on, no one had given those bathroom runs their full attention. However, your new breast size didn’t go as unnoticed. In fact, it became a big topic of discussion between your coworkers, where each person tried to bet which surgeon had given you a cup size that was almost double of what yours originally was.

Then, there was also him. Every single day since you’d broken the news, Jason woke you up with a good morning text. He’d ask if you had slept well, if you were alright, and if you had gotten sick at any point the day before or if you craved or wanted anything. He knew it was about time you got morning sickness and cravings, and he wanted to do what was best to keep you and his baby in perfect condition.

He seemed to care about this baby a lot, even this soon. Not even the most positive scenario you could’ve come up with had you imagining he’d be this sweet, this nice. Actually caring and attentive. Yet, here you were, and he made sure to always tend to your needs whenever he was needed. But he wasn’t needed that often. Except for the good morning texts and your subsequent daily health report, you two didn’t talk much.

Nessie, your best friend, was also really into the idea of this baby. Daily, she’d flood your messages with baby videos and pics, pregnancy tips and motherhood articles. She might as well be the mother of this child, because she was certainly more excited than its real one. She had even told her own mother about it, letting her know she was going to be an “auntie” and how she should bring gifts the next time she comes over to visit.

You haven’t even considered telling your parents about it yet, brushing the thoughts away every time they’d come up in your mind. In fact, most thoughts about your pregnancy were brushed aside, as you were still not ready to fully accept this new reality of yours. 

Thus, a couple of weeks went by since you’d last seen Jason. As normal as they’ve ever been. Then, it was a Thursday night. One where you found yourself spread on your sofa, craving sweets and a large pizza, with your best friend sat on your living room floor, rambling excitedly about something you weren’t paying much attention to.

“... and, even though everyone knows he has a fucking girlfriend, he was at the party with not only one, but two other girls. He’s such an asshole!” Nessie spoke about whatever season of a TV show she was rewatching. But your mind couldn’t have been any further.

You stared at your phone screen, reading and rereading, again and again, the last messages in your chat with Jason. He had just asked about your day, if you felt sick or anything, and instead of giving him your usual and very formal reply, you went on and on about your sudden desire for dessert pizza. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but your fingers were faster than your conscience and without a proper thought, the message was sent.

. 8:24 PM

hey, how are you feeling?

. in desperate need of a good chocolate pizza . id kill for it . not really kill for it . yk...

🤣

You hoped you could be faster and delete it before he got a hold of his phone again, but the laughing emoji told you you were too late for that. Now, you laid there, overthinking your text when there was nothing you could do about it. Much like your pregnancy. Dumbass.

“Yn, are you even listening?” your friend called.

“Y-yeah. It was a really bad season, that one.” Without even moving to look in her direction, you gave her a half assed reply. 

“Yn… What are you talking about?” she asked you, confused.

“Aren’t we talking about the Bachelor?” you tried to confirm, now moving on your side to see her eye to eye. However, her incredulous face told you you’d completely missed the topic. Offering her an apologetic smile, she rolled her eyes at you and threw you a pillow.

“No! I was talking about Dick Grayson?” She raised an eyebrow and you looked at her with your brows furrowed. “Gotham’s resident playboy? The one that was seeing like three different girls at the same time? Gosh you were such a killjoy, all I wanted to do was gossip. It doesn’t hurt anybody and it’s fun.”

You let out a laugh at your friend’s dramatics, telling her to keep going with her story, promising to actually pay attention to it this time.

“Okay, he was seeing this girl officially. I think her name is Barbara. Red head, tall, pretty as fuck. Okay. However, he was supposedly with not only one, but two side pieces. Like, for real, such a fuck boy.”

“Ew,” you engaged. “Not even a fuck boy, an asshole. What does his girlfriend think about this?”

“I don’t know.” She threw her hands in the air. “I don’t even think she knows about all of this, if I’m being honest. And if she knows s….” Ding dong. Your friend’s story was cut short by the sound of your doorbell reverberating through your living room. “Are you expecting somebody?” she asked. You shook your head.

Sitting up, you waited for the doorbell to ring one more time, just to be sure there was really someone at your door. You looked between it and your friend, suddenly worried about who the hell would be bothering you at this hour of the night. Standing up, you walked straight to the door with care. Silent steps taking you to the peeping hole.

Looking through it, a tall, sasquatch like frame you’d grown to recognize rather easily, stood on the other side. In his hands, you caught a glimpse of a few plastic bags, his helmet, and a cardboard box.

“H-hey,” you greeted him awkwardly when you opened the door, a bit surprised to see him there.

“Hi. Heard you wanted some pizza.” He winked, lifting up what you now could identify as two cardboard boxes exhaling the greasy smell of your desired meal.

“You didn’t have to,” you said, sliding a hand through your hair. It was just a silly text, you thought, but perhaps it wasn’t for him.

Shrugging, he dismissed your words. “I was craving some junk food too, anyway. And I hadn’t seen you in a while so…”

You bought me pizza? And brought it to my door?

“Oh my god, where are my manners? Please, come in. We’re in the living room,” you told him, freeing your spot to allow him to enter your apartment for the first time

“We?” he asked, and you didn’t have to turn around to know he was lifting a brow at you.

“Me and my friend, Nessie,” you said, showing him to the other girl sitting on the floor by the center table. By now, she had a clearly amused smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with an excitement that had annoyed you for some reason. “Jason, this is Nessie. Nessie, this is Jason,” you introduced them.

Jason extended his larger hand for her to shake, and she did it way too excitedly. “Oh my, I’m finally meeting your baby daddy,” she sang. You kicked her right at the ribs.

“Nice to meet you too,” Jason said through a breathy laugh. “Although I have to say I’m still not used to being called baby daddy. I mean, you’re just the second person to tell me that, but it’s still weird.”

“Tell me about it,” you wondered out loud, but soon your mind clicked to the fact someone else had called him that when, as far as you knew, only he, you and Nessie knew about your pregnancy.

“So… What did you bring us?” Nessie immediately asked, like the hungry dog she had been all night, scanning through the bags and the pizza boxes he had placed on the center table and pulling you away from your own head..

“Oh, I got you your dessert pizza, like you asked. And I also got a pepperoni one, but I wasn’t sure if you would like it,” he explained, messing up his hair.

“I didn’t ask for it,” you blankly stated.. It wasn’t a lie. You didn’t actually ask for it, you just hinted you were highly interested in one. But having him show up with the object of your cravings at your door not even an hour later had you feeling a bit uneasy, uncomfortable with the fact you kind of made him do it. He stared at you wide eyed, blinking repeatedly, unsure how to proceed.

“Y-yeah. But, I-I just thought I would do you this favor. A-and it had been a while since we talked and…”

“And we are very thankful for it!” your friend cut him off, gladly pushing the awkwardness away. “We were starving cuz this one right here only had salad in her fridge.”

“I’m sorry if I haven’t had the energy to go grocery shopping.” You stuck your tongue out.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it for you, if you want it,” Jason offered, sitting down on the floor beside Nessie.

“I’ll get it done,” you said, following  his move. “Eventually.”

Silently, you each decided to focus on all the food ahead of you. You couldn’t lie, you weren’t sort of enjoying all of this. Not only had he brought you pizza, and the dessert pizza you’d been craving, but he had brought you mini burgers from a place downtown you loved and even a slice of cheesecake.

“Have you checked any of the providers I sent you?” Jason asked, breaking the comfortable silence you had just settled in.

For the last few days, he had sent you tons of options for prenatal providers and doctors, something you knew you should’ve been more attentive to, but that you were avoiding like everything else regarding this pregnancy. You knew that, by this point, you should’ve already scheduled an appointment with a doctor, chosen a provider, and started looking into birthing options and other pregnancy needs. But you just couldn’t get your head into it.

Jason knew you were still not sure about this. The mention of the pregnancy or the baby clearly makes you anxious and uncomfortable. He wanted to take things slow, at your pace, but there were things you couldn’t really postpone, and prenatal checkups were one of them. So, he kept sending you options, just to see if you’d ever reply to any of them, but they always went unanswered. It wasn’t his intention to come to your house to talk about it, in specific, but he had to bring it up at some point.

When he arrived home from your apartment the other night, he immediately called his brother. Dick would know what to do, right? He’s the one with plenty of female experience. Still, he never made the silly mistake of getting one of them pregnant.

“That’s rough, buddy,” was all that he managed to say through the phone. Very helpful indeed. However, he did leave you with one single useful piece of advice: you should find a doctor.

Thus, he proceeded with his research. It felt like he had seen three thousand different doctor’s names, and a plenty of options of healthcare providers. Neither one of them sounded cheap, but it was a necessary expense if he wanted to make sure everything was going to be alright.

And you knew that too. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t checked any of the options. It was just so overwhelming. Every link for a website he had sent was filled with words and expressions you’d never even heard of, leaving you more confused about pregnancies than you’d been before. It was honestly so stressful that you had started to purposefully ignore it.

“I haven’t had the time,” you finally replied, picking out the pepperoni slices off your pizza, pilling them up on the side to eat them all at once. You heard him sighing deeply, and you could feel the annoyance by the way his shoulders trembled. You knew his patience had a limit, and he’d been so sweet and kind to you thus far that simply checking out the options was the least you could’ve done, and yet you didn’t even manage to do that. “It’s… a lot.”

Looking over at him, you observed him with his eyes glued to his pizza slice. You wanted to read his mind, to know what was going through his head at this moment. Was he mad at you? At your seemingly incompetence to do one simple thing? Gosh. You felt the anxious rumbling at your stomach, the same one from weeks ago, and you wanted to curl down and cry.

Why were you like this? What has gotten into you?

“I have an aunt who is an ob/gyn,” Nessie meddled in. “She’s pretty busy these days, but I could try and ask her to see you. If you want.”

Expectantly, Jason watched as you took your time to think. It was a good option, really. If she was busy, it could only mean she was a good doctor, right? And she was in Nessie's family.

“Yeah,” you agreed. A sigh of relief coming from the boy beside you. “I think it would be fine.”

“Great,” she celebrated. Standing up, she grabbed the empty cardboard box and walked to the kitchen. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

Left alone with Jason for the first time tonight, you returned your attention to your half eaten pizza slice, desperate to focus on anything other than him, but turns out your brain had other plans. It constantly thought of him. He was right beside you, and that’s okay, but you could be occupying your mind with something else.

He too played around with his food, with his hands holding on to an energy drink he’d popped out of one of his bags. You caught a glimpse of the slight movement he did when he tried to offer you some of that same beverage, but he quickly realized perhaps it wasn’t good for the baby.

His veiny forearms were just inches from yours, making the hairs on your body rise up from this almost contact. It was like your body knew he was right there and tried to reach with anything it could get closer to him. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch. Not in a sexual way, like you’d been, shamefully, at the studio the other day. You missed his bear-like embrace that swept all worry away, that comforted you and helped you relax among so much stress and anxiety.

“I can pick you up. Take you to the doctor by car,” he offered, but something inside you told you he would accept your refusal as a possible response.

“Thank you, I’d love it,” you thanked, searching for his icy blue orbs. You could feel his fingers against yours, rubbing against your skin and sending a shiver up your spine. “And Jason, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, about the pizza thing. I’m just not used to all of this yet.”

“It’s fine, Yn,” he said, finding your eyes with a beaming smile next to his. “We’ll figure things out, eventually.”

Turns out Nessie’s aunt really was busy. Not just busy, but booked and “famous”. If you were to go by the sheer prices attached to her services, she was the Steve Jobs of obstetricians/gynecologists. It got you worried at first, because you weren’t sure your insurance would cover such costs, but Jason told you to not think about it, She managed to fit you, god knows how, in an appointment another two weeks later. But you couldn’t complain, because if you weren't “family”, you’d get to your first appointment with a baby already in your arms.

Every book you’d read, many of them being Jason’s recommendations, told you your first appointment should be scheduled between eight to twelve weeks, and as far as you could tell, you would be just around at your appointment. 

The two weeks went by swiftly, and soon, it was the day of your first prenatal check up. 

You were at work all day, as usual. Your morning had been chaotic, with the beginning stages of preparations for the upcoming spring issue keeping everyone on the edge. However, thankfully, the afternoon treated you all more kindly. Although your feet still ached from all the running around you’d already done, you still roamed around collecting papers, portfolios and coffee cups for your boss.

Pushing the massive glass door open with your shoulder, you entered Sandra’s office with her sample book in hand. The clock approached your leaving time, today a few hours earlier than normal due to “medical” reasons. Not a full lie, but a lie nonetheless. Those kept on repeating, and for the looks of it, they wouldn’t stop any time soon.

You just weren’t ready to tell anyone else yet. Perhaps it wasn’t the right moment, as it was still too early. Perhaps it was you not wanting to accept reality. The more people knew about it, the more real it would become. And you knew very well it wasn’t something you were ready to face, even though at this point you had no escape route left.

“Ym, before you leave, just let Ibra know we’ll be dropping by tomorrow to decide on the new photoshoot details,” your boss requested, not lifting her eyes off the papers on her desk.

“I already called him earlier, he sent you the models for you to check beforehand,” you informed, placing the large portfolio before her table. After rambling out your words, an involuntary sigh came out of you, a sign of your body’s exhaustion after a long day. “We’ll also get the Gucci sets by tomorrow, like expected.”

“Good,” was all you heard in response, and knowing her well, you took it as a sign to leave her to her work. Turning on your heel, you walked back to the door before her voice stopped you right at your tracks. “Yn, are you alright?”

Surprised by her question, one you’d never heard come from her directed at you, your head snapped back towards her direction. “I-I’m fine. It’s just been a long day,” you explained.

“Hmm,” she hummed, removing her designer glasses from her perfectly sculpted nose. “Have you been drinking a lot of water?”

“Yes?” you sort of asked, growing confused.

“Good, it’s important to keep hydrated during your pregnancy.”

You swallowed dry. Your eyes popped from its sockets, and you swore your breathing had stopped. “Sandra, you must be mistaken.”

“Am I?” she simply asked, raising an eyebrow before returning her gaze to her notes. Opening your mouth, you tried to answer something, anything, but no proper sentence seemed to be formed in reply, as your brain was caught completely off guard by her knowledge of your secret. “I don’t know how long you planned on hiding it, nor why, but you were silly to think I wouldn’t notice. You seem to take longer to finish a simple task, you avoided salmon at lunch and said it had a smell, and your size has increased. You forgot I have a 14-month-old at home and a five year old daughter, I know the signs when I see it. Congratulations, from what I know of you, you’re gonna be a great mother. Just make sure to find your substitute at least a month before your due date so they have the time to properly learn the job till you’re gone.”

Staring at your reflection on the glass walls your eyes stop at your stomach. Are you already showing enough? Is she the only person to notice? Of course you didn’t pick the best outfit to hide it today. Your clothes barely fit you anymore, so you had to rely on your dresses, the small collection you owned, to be able to build an outfit. And certainly, the ribbed fabric of the one you wore today didn’t hide any of your curves, no matter how tiny they were.

You stood there, still, unmoving, flabbergasted. If Sandra was capable of so easily finding out your secret, it would be in no time till others could do the same. It was a secret with days counted anyways, you wouldn’t be able to hide it forever even if you wanted to.

“That’s all,” you heard her say, breaking you from your sudden malfunction and getting back to operating mode. You fled her room faster than you ever remember doing, and sank on your chair with the weight of the world weighing you down. Your hands shook, sweating cold, and your heart beat a bit faster. With deep breaths, you tried to keep yourself under control.

“Yn,” you heard someone call, making you jump slightly on your seat. Looking up at the source of the voice, you found the raven haired boy now known as your baby daddy. In your office, right in front of you.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” you scream-whispered from behind your desk. He looked at you confused, as if you’d forgotten your plans for today.

“They let me in when I told them I was here to pick you up,” he explained. “The appointment, remember?”

Standing up hurriedly, you shoved your phone, your planner and the rest of your stuff in the designer bag you’d gotten off the samples given to the magazine. Fleeing your desk, you looked around to see if any of the other secretaries were anywhere close, grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled him with you out of your workplace. “You were supposed to call me when you arrived,” you scolded, pushing open the door.

“Sorry, you just weren’t picking up your phone,” he stated. Of course I wasn't, I was working. 

Dragging him to the elevator, you successfully managed to push him inside before you entered and watched the door slowly sliding closed without having stumbled  into any of your coworkers. Sighing in relief, you allowed your head to rest on the metallic wall. A small win for today. You were taking any victories at this point.

“Who are we running from?” You felt Jason’s breath on your ear, making you jump again. His soft giggle let you know that he found that entertaining. Let’s hope he’d enjoy your elbow to his ribs. “Ouch, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not running from anyone,” you said, crossing your arms on your chest. “I just don’t want to start any gossip in the office. These ladies do like to talk about other people’s lives.”

“Weren’t you and Nessie doing just that the other night?” he teased.

“That’s different.”

“How?” he gave you a sly smirk.

“It was not about my life,” you argued, offering him a smirk in return.

Jason shook his head, leaning on the wall right beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. But different to the first time you felt him this close, you were not nervous or about to cut his head off. You were actually enjoying his presence. What an era to be alive.

“You look beautiful today,” he complimented you out of nowhere, bumping your shoulder with his playfully.

“You don’t look half as bad,” you replied, and watched both your smiles on the crooked reflection of the elevator door.

It wasn’t long till you arrived at the clinic, but it was enough time for you to fall asleep. Shortly after entering the car, when he was already cutting through other vehicles to avoid the traffic, Jason noticed your head hanging to the side, and even if he tried to fix it back in place, it would instantly fall once again.

He remembered how exhausting your job looked that couple of hours he witnessed by himself, and now must not have been different. Especially considering your pregnancy and the tiredness he’d had been reading about. So he let you nap quietly on your seat, making sure to watch out for your neck as much as he could while handling the road.

You were still groggy when you stepped into the white halls, needing guidance to find your way around. With his hand on your lower back, he took you to the reception, where a bored looking receptionist typed something away for what seemed like an eternity.

“Hi,” you greeted sweetly, a tone he wasn’t much used to hearing from you. “I have an appointment with Doctor Mikaelson.”

“What is your name?” asked the receptionist with an annoying nasal voice that made Jason want to punch her for no other reason than it was just annoying.

“Yn Sn. It’s spelled…” you continued, giving out every bit of information the woman needed. And it was a lot. As your first visit, there was a lot to be filled, and he stood to the side, watching as you answered all of her questions with a patience he hadn’t seen in many people.

There was something in the way you talked to the receptionist, with such poise and connectedness, that had Jason hooked. Leaning his elbow on the tall desk, and resting his cheek in his palm, he watched on as you continued to reply to each and every single question. The strong lighting did not ruin your look in the slightest, and in fact, Jason thought it somehow made you look prettier, something he believed no one else could manage.

The faint winds from the air conditioning blew on your hair, giving you your own magazine photoshoot ambiance. You did not stutter, nor did you take long to answer, all the words flowing from your lips even though he paid no mind to any of them. It wasn’t like the angry girl he used to meet at the gym, nor the one that showed up upset at his doorstep, or even the quiet one you would become around him recently. And he liked to think this was the real one, or at least a better glimpse at it than you’d ever let him see.

“Jason?” he heard you calling, and it was his turn to jump from his place. Giving you an awkward ‘yeah’, he let you repeat whatever it was you had said. “She said I’ll need to take some tests. Would you keep my bag, please?”

“Sure,” he said, fixing his posture and grabbing the rather heavy bag off your hands. “I’ll be sitting right here when you come back.

You nodded, offering him an actual smile, before walking off beside a nurse. He found a seat not too far from where you two were just standing, and watched as you moved away, swaying your hips side to side. Taking his eyes off your ass, he tried to focus on something else, catching a glimpse of the tiny pump on your belly. It wasn’t too noticeable yet, and might as well be some bloating from a heavy meal, but he’d wanted to think it was his baby right there, showing it’s first signs of life just under your care.

He’d been getting excited. Too excited, perhaps, for a baby that wasn’t even planned. But he couldn’t help it. When the initial fear was gone, all he could think about was the baby. His baby. He was going to have a baby. 

All his life, he thought that if there was someone in his family that would have a baby by accident, besides his dad, it was his older brother. Dick was a dick, thought with his dick, and had given it to half the female population of Gotham. When he told him about it, he could not stop laughing, and Jason did think of punching him in the face. Repeatedly. But it was him that made the fear go away at first. Not by taking him out for a drink, which he still did, but by making him see the good in it.

“It’s a baby!”, he said. “You love babies, and you always wanted one.”

It was a baby, it was sort of your dream, and it was with the girl he had a crush on. It could be worse. Sure, there are a lot of changes of plans that he’d have to take from now on, but the good sides were much greater.

His father wasn’t very happy when he told him, though. But Dick, again, came to the rescue. “Jason is smart. He’s always been the level headed one… when he wants it. He’ll figure things out.” And soon, old man Wayne was on board with the new baby. So on board that he had already planned on rebuilding his suite at Gotham Memorial, just for your delivery. Jason had to tell him to calm down a little, you didn’t even know his dad was a millionaire yet.

You took quite long to return. Sitting back down besides him a good forty minutes later, pulling the sleeves of your dress over your hands to protect them from the cold. He handed you your bag back, and you two sat in silence for almost half an hour till the nurse called your name again. This time, with a “the doctor is waiting” along.

“Nervous?” Jason asked, as you two walked side by side to the doctor’s room.

“I was worse,” you replied, giving him a smile he returned gladly. “It won’t get that bad again. I think.”

Different from the waiting room, the doctor’s office was cream colored and the yellow lights much more comfortable. There were books decorating almost every surface, with toys and teddy bears everywhere too. It gave out a sense of comfort you so desperately wanted to find in your pregnancy. Given how everything, all your feelings, had been thus far, it was great that something could actually give you comfort.

“You must be Vanessa’s friend, right?” Doctor Mikaelson said, extending her hand for you to shake. You only nodded, still not used to going on doctors appointments on your own. What were you even going to say?. “And is this your boyfriend?” she asked, and your eyes immediately popped off their sockets.

“No,” you quickly replied. “He’s not… my boyfriend.”

Thankfully, she did not ask for any further explanation. “You can call me Rebecca from now on. Today we’re going to talk a lot, there’s a lot I want to learn about you, so it’s going to be a long appointment. It’s your first visit, am I right?” she questioned, and you just nodded your answer. “Any medical history I should know about? From you and other family members.”

Pulling her chair closer to the expensive looking computer, she prepared to type in the answers to her inquisitions. “No, no. I’m clean. Healthy. No medical history I can remember in my family either. I mean, my dad does have high blood pressure, but that’s it,” you explained, and looking at the moose sat beside you, you expected his answer. “Jason?”

“Erm…” he struggled. “I’m adopted.”

Surprised, your head angled to the side while your eyes were now glued to him, anticipating the rest of his story.

“Do you know anything about your biological parents?” the doctor asked, but he shook his head, ending the subject you so wanted to hear more about.

The appointment went on like this for a while. Questions were made, by both sides, answers were given. Some more explaining on Rebecca’s behalf, and soon the minutes went by swiftly, without you even noticing. It was now time for the ultrasound, as she explained, and while fishing for the items she’d need to perform the exam, you were left by yourselves for a short while.

Standing up, you awkwardly play with your feet as you wait for the doctor’s return. So far, your head was banging with so much information it had received in not much time, and the exhaustion from the full day was starting to catch up to you. Your mind was getting dizzy, and you mentally begged for it to be over soon and for you to be ready to go to bed. But the next step of your visit, and you couldn’t deny it, had you rather excited.

You found your reflection on a tiny mirror. You looked tired, but you looked pretty for such exhaustion. The extra effort put this morning on your look certainly had an effect, hiding, even if a little, your fatigue. As it had been happening for the past few weeks, your eyes soon spotted your belly, and now the tiny roundness it was making.

Your hands hesitated a couple of times. It was as if doing it would burn them, like it was wrong. But they reached it, touched the skin over the warm fabric. Touched you bump. Your still hidden baby. It didn’t look frightening then. Your hands didn’t burn. You just felt the protuberance in your body, the perfect little curve it made, and thought about, how the hell, it was supposed to keep a baby. It looked small and cute now. Tiny in comparison to the size it would get. Much like some of the women you saw in the waiting room, blowing up at any moment. Bellies round and exuberant.

But yours paled in comparison. At least for now. Your baby wasn’t ready to be announced to the world yet, and you preferred it like this. Kept just for the two of you for now. Your sweet little secret. Your sweet little love.

Jason thought you were stunning. He’d been staring at you, feeling your skin, from the side, and each reaction you got of it amazed him. It was a simple act, a touch you certainly repeat, over and over, until the day your baby finally arrived. But he saw beauty in it, nonetheless. He watched your hesitance vanishing, and your comfort was slowly visible. He too wanted to feel it, touch it, but everything in its given time.

“Will you lay down please.” The doctor returned, and as you pulled your dress to free your stomach, she offered you a blanket to cover yourself with. 

Soon, just your tiny bump was out, the lights were off, and Jason stood by your head. Both anxious to hear the sound many boasted about.

“It’s kinda hard to find it,” the doctor said. “It’s still really small.”

Jason’s grip on your shoulder grew tighter as the time passed. He caressed the skin over the material of your dress to compensate for the pressure after whispering an apology to your ear. You didn’t blame him, you too were anxious for it.

“Ha-“ the doctor sang. “Here it is. Look, this tiny thing. This is your baby.”

You didn’t see anything. Just a dot. A tiny little stain on the screen where she pointed at. Yet, it nearly made you cry. There it was. Your baby. In its full tinyness. In its full “hey mommy, you don’t notice but I’m here” energy. You heard sniffing by your ear, and your head snapped to Jason quickly. 

What, he mouthed, and you had to hold in your smile. What a crybaby. Cute, noted.

“And here,” she continued, messing with her station, adjusting levels and pressing buttons. “... is its heartbeat.”

The loud beating echoed through the room. Tudum. Tudum. Till your own had gotten faster. It was on for long, being turned off soon after four beats, but it would stick to you for the rest of the day. The little sounds your baby made. The single sign of its existence within you, sounding like music to your ears. Addictive, delicious to hear. Still in your head as you walked back to your apartment with Jason by your side.

You’d walked up there in silence. Comfortable silence. The long waiting hours and the extensive appointment getting the best of both of your energy levels.

“9 weeks,” he suddenly said. “You’re 9 weeks pregnant.” Joining your eyebrows, you looked at him. “That means we fucked a whole night and went by baby free, but one quickie in a random room had us doomed. The seed is strong- Ouch!”

With a single swing of your bag, you aimed for Jason’s head and hit your target precisely. He tried to dodge another move, but was hit by another swing before getting a hold of your weapon. Your laughter echoed through the small area, loud enough you were sure your downstairs neighbor could hear.

“Shut up,” you shoved him with your shoulder. “Is all of this a joke to you?”

“No, but that was funny,” his laughter joined yours.

Your hands struggled to enter the key on its lock, but soon your door was hanging open.

“Do you want to come in? Eat something?” you offered, still a bit skeptical of his prolonged company. He looked dead in your eye, a while that made you slightly uncomfortable. His icy blue stare makes your body shiver. Replying with a toothless smile, he shook his head.

“I better head home.”

“Are you sure?” you insisted. You didn’t know why, but you kind of wanted his company tonight.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’re exhausted. And I want my bed too, so I better head home before it’s too late for me to drive. You don’t want your baby losing its father this soon, do you?” he joked.

“It would be a tragedy,” you joined in on the fun.

Walking slowly to you, he held your cheek to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. Offering another thin-lipped smile, he turned his back to you and headed for the elevator. “Bye.” He waved.

“Bye, Jay.” You returned the gesture. The sudden use of a nickname made his smile larger.

“Ynie.” He gave you a wink, before disappearing behind the metal doors.

“So… How was the appointment this week?” Nessie questioned, eyes scanning the cool toned garments hanging on tons and tons of clothing racks. It was now Saturday, and you two had gone out shopping, something you hadn’t managed to put your head on for months, but that now managed to free it from any thoughts of your current state. Well, until now.

“It went fine,” you simply stated, avoiding commenting any further.

“You don’t sound too excited.” She raised a brow at you. 

Averting your gaze, you stopped to look through a rack full of coffee tone wool cardigans. The colorful sets of summer were now long gone, giving place to the browns, grays and blacks of the fall/winter seasons. Thin fabrics like silks and linen being traded for thicker, more weather-appropriate substitutes.

Sighing, you allowed your friend’s words to linger in the air for as long as you could. You didn’t want to reply. There was nothing to reply. She knew pretty well your stance. “What’s there to be excited about?” you asked in return, and she gave you an upset look. “I’m having a baby with a guy I hooked up once. Sorry for not jumping around at the news.”

It was her turn to sigh, as you continued to roam around the store looking for anything cute for you to wear, since your clothes were now too small for your still not too visible but obviously growing bump. It was a struggle finding an outfit to go out today, having to make the most out of your summer dresses  in the increasingly chilly days of September.

“I thought you were starting to like the idea,” she commented. Crossing her arms over the rack you were looking through and resting her chin on top of her hands, she forced you to stop avoiding her gaze.

“I was,” you started. “And then I wasn’t. I don’t know. It’s like every hour I have a different opinion on it. But it’s never too happy, or excited about it. And most often than not I regret ever laying eyes on Jason in the first place. I really don’t know what to think,” you swallowed a lump that started to form on your throat, and waited for the burning in your eyes to cease before continuing. “I’m scared, and anxious, and it seems like at every second something could happen to cause a turmoil again and I don’t think I can take another punch to the guts from the universe.”

You took a deep breath. You weren’t going to cry at the mall today. There were no pregnancy hormones, no random mood swings, that would ever allow you to do that in public. Then, the sudden touch of Nessie’s hand on your shoulder helped your breathing ease down.

“Nothing will happen. Don’t overthink it,” she cooed, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re having a baby! That’s all you need to be excited about. I know they are little energy suckers, crying loudly monsters, but they’re also so cute and adorable. Like, so cute and adorable you could take a bite out of them. And their giggles, and babbles. C’mon, I remember hearing you talk about your nephew, and how much you loved and missed him. You’re now going to have your own.”

Like a true best friend, Nessie’s words did manage to put a smile on your face. And she was right. You had focused so much on the down sides that you’d completely brushed off all the good ones and how much they could outweigh the others. The mention of your nephew and his baby sister reminded you of how much you’d loved them and how much it hurt to say goodbye to them every time you went back to college.

And you wanted kids. A family. It just happened to be an unfortunate timing.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Before you had the chance to ask where, she was dragging you out of the current store you were at and into another. 

The racks of taller, bigger clothes were soon exchanged by tons of baby clothes, shelves of toys and items now in your line of view. The smell of the store was also more pleasing, exhaling the scent of lavender through it’s entire length. Pulling out a tiny baby onesie from a table right at the front of the store, Nessie nearly shoved it in your face before continuing her rant. 

“Look at how cute this is. Can’t you imagine your baby in it? It’s so small and scary to think it can fit a human,” she joked, earning your giggle. It really was cute, and the picture of your baby in it made your tummy flutter. “And look at this one!” she nearly screamed, showing you a cute flowery knitted sweater. “I’m pretty sure my mom could make you tons of this. No shade to this store,” she lowered her tone as if anyone would hear. “But it’d be a lot cheaper, and prettier. Did I tell you before she knits?”

One by one, Nessie continued to show you random clothes and toys she kept seeing around and that got her excited. A music toy had you two concentrated on for an embarrassing two minutes before you realized your ages were not appropriate to the toy’s recommendation. You two laughed aloud at the images you both pictured of you and your baby, your future with each and every one of these items in it. Suddenly, the idea didn’t sound bad at all in your mind, and you actually found yourself getting excited about it for the first time. 

At some point, even a worker had come to your side and started handing you things your baby would certainly need once it was here, and your brain got clouded with all the new information she had offered you in such a short amount of time. You were going out of the store with empty hands, but a long list of items you had to start sorting out.

A few minutes later and you were on your way out. That was when it caught your eyes. The fluffiest and cutest baby romper. It was golden brown and had bear ears and even a little fluffy tail, just like the ones you’d seen all over your socials from even before this state was an idea of your future.

Heading in its direction slowly, you took it from the rack, feeling the soft fabric in your hands. Your mind instantly being filled with images of your baby wearing it, not any unknown baby. Yours. Maybe by the age it was big enough to be strolling around in it, its cute little steps as you followed it around. Or still tiny so you would have to carry it around like a real teddy bear.

You felt your eyes watering. Your baby in it. Your baby strolling around. The cutest little legs and hands. Yours. Turning around to face your friend, you suddenly found yourself determined. “I’m taking this.”

It wasn’t only the romper you took. You left the store with bags almost full to the brim. In them, you had a cute  pumpkin onesie, already in the mood for halloween, plushies and a few toys that had you and your friend entertained, tiny baby gloves and socks, beanies and packages of diapers Nessie had insisted it was never too early to start stocking up on. 

“Babies go through those like crazy,” she told you, and then you had a bag full of them in your hands heading back to your apartment. May your credit card deal with the cost of all this later.

It felt good. It sort of felt… right. If you were really going to keep this baby, you’d have to get stuff at some point too. Correct? You weren’t softening to the idea, you were just being precautious.

But Nessie was right. Babies were adorable and you missed the ones in your life. Your nephew, and his little sister you mostly watched grow up through phone screens and instagram posts, were far away from you, living their lives despite your absence. You worked your whole life to get away from your parents power umbrella, and not only you’d not dare to return, but coming back with a baby was perhaps the worst thing you could do.

All the stress and work you’d gone through to get to Gotham couldn’t just be thrown out your window. Not for you, not for your sister. Although it hurt them to see you leave, they were always in full support of your choice. Your manumission.

A family. You told Jason you’d never had one. It wasn’t true. Although to your parents you were mere tokens of their “perfect” job as “parents”, as society people, they were never family. Your sisters were. And even though it was in an odd way, you loved and cared for each other dearly throughout your entire life.

It pained you to see each one of them leave your household, one after the other, for completely different reasons. Until you were all alone. And then you had no family. No one to rely on. No one to care for you in your parents' perpetual absence. Until you managed to leave yourself, even if it took you a lot of compromise and convincing.

Arriving on your floor with your bags in hand, faces stamped with laughter and aching feet, you stopped in your tracks as one single detail was capable of ceasing your happiness.

In front of you stood your door, spread open. The lights inside were on, and the well known sound of a female voice, humming along to a muted tune and moving things around. There were only two people that had your apartment keys, and they never meant anything good when they were around.

Brushing the anxious thoughts aside for a couple of hours had worked for nothing, because the worst of your nightmares had just become a reality.

“Take the bags with you,” you turned to your friend, shoving the bags in your hands onto her chest. “Please.”

“Yn, are you alright?” Nessie asked. Worry eating her up from just one look at your frightened expression.

No, I’m not fucking fine, you wanted to answer, but the words didn’t come out of your mouth. Instead, all you did was lose your breathing pace, getting hectic by the second, and your mind went numb.

“Yn, dear. Is that you?” you heard the ladylike voice of your mother calling from inside. Her steps soon too reached your ear, and her shadow approached the door behind you.

“Please, Nessie,” you begged. “Can you take this to your apartment? I’ll pick it up once they’re gone. They can’t see it, they can’t know I’m preg…”

“Oh. Were you two out shopping?” your mother asked excitedly. In good motherly fashion, or at least that was what she always did, she hurried her way to your side, grabbing the bags and eyeing up their content. Her hawk-like eyes scanned through each item carefully. There was no privacy at the Sn’s household, it wasn’t about to change now.

“Nessie’s cousin is pregnant,” You shoved the bags into your friend’s hands, away from your mother’s prying ones. “We were getting her things, you know, for her baby shower. We might’ve gotten too excited though, wasn’t it Nessie? We got too many things, but they were all so cute we couldn’t just not get them!”

You offered her a fake smile, forcing Nessie to join along. It often surprised you how good you were at lying, how fast you could come up with a good story. But maybe all those years of practice served you some good. It all came down to telling the truth, but not all of it. Always hiding something, always leaving details behind.

“I love baby showers. It still pains me you weren’t there for little Macey’s one, Yn. You said you had finals, or something, and couldn’t come. A shame really, your sister put so much thought into it for you to not be there. If only you’d gone to our local college, you could’ve taken just a few minutes of your day to be supportive of your family.”

“Mom,” you hissed, earning an angry glare in return. “Not here, please. Let’s go inside.”

“Fine,” she accepted, hips swaying as she followed you along. “Won’t your friend want to have some tea with us?”

“No,” you immediately cut her off. “She has things to do. For work.” Throwing your friend an apologetic glance, you closed the door behind you, locking yourself into your own hell for god knows how long.

“What are you doing here?” you inquired once you reached your living room.

“What are those manners?” she replied annoyedly. “Check your tone next time you ask me this, sweetie. It seems like you’re not pleased to have your parents around.”

“I-I’m sorry, you two just caught me by surprise. That’s all,” you excused, stuttering the words that you had managed to get out. “Where’s father?”

“In your room.” 

Your heart stopped. What was he doing in your room? Why was he there? Why were you acting like you didn’t know the answers to those questions? All your life, all your parents did was snoop around, trying to find each and every way they could keep a hold of you, of your life, of your likes. Of everything.

You didn’t remember all you had hidden in your bedroom, and what was still hanging around, at an easy reach of his hand. But you couldn’t deal with the risk of him finding something, anything, that might lead them on to your condition. 

Rushing through the corridor that led to your bedroom, you stumbled on the larger body of your father as you reached your bedroom door.

“Careful, Yn,” your father told you raspily. “Looking for something?”

His tone carried a note, a warning. He was on to something. Like a shark, he smelled blood in your attitude, preparing to attack at any moment you let something slip.

“Nothing,” you lied. “Just wanted to see you. I missed you.” You embraced your arms around his torso with difficulty, his round belly much bigger than yours and forbidding you from completing the embrace. He pushed you away not one second after you touched him, giving you a frown before heading back to the living space.

You held in your sigh, too scared he might catch on to your relief. Scanning your room quickly, you didn’t find a thing out of place and any clue he was onto something. So, quietly, you return to their presence in the small kitchen.

Their voices were blurry as you washed their dishes on your sink. They’d make themselves feel at home, cooking and eating in your home without waiting for your presence nor caring to leave you something. Your mind was elsewhere. It was in the moment they’d be gone. It was on you all alone again.

“Yn,” your father’s voice thundered through the room, making your head snap back to him in an instant. “Your mother has been talking to you.”

Staring blankly at him, you faltered a reply. “I’m sorry, I’m just a bit distracted.”

“Well, get your stuff together. Your mother is talking and you should listen. Here, I’m finished with this plate.”

Keeping yourself from rolling your eyes, you dried your hands and walked in his direction, aiming to get the plate and move as quickly as you could. However, you weren’t counting with your father, who didn’t even dare to look at you to hand you his place, knocked on your bag that was standing right beside him on the table on the floor. Its content spilled on the wooden tiles, revealing keys, hair ties, your wallet and envelopes of paper.

You tried to be fast, you swore you did, but your mother was faster. Grabbing the envelope from the floor, she looked at you worriedly. “Sweetie, have you been to the hospital?”

“No. No, no. I haven’t. Must be someone else’s. Got mixed up in my stuff.”

“But it has your name in it,” she said, already skimming through the pages. You place the plate back on the table, moving to grab it off her hands when her wide eyes disapproving stare told you she had found what you’d feared the most.

“Let me see it,” your father demanded. He took the papers from your mother’s hand with ease, as her strength had already vanished from her body. Her face was pale, and her eyes held a sorrow you’d only seen in her eyes once, and it was not in a good day.

“Daddy, don’t,” you cried, but it was already too late.

The veins in his face pumped up blood like crazy, making his face turn into the deepest shade of red you’d ever seen in someone else’s face. His eyes scanned the words in front of him rapidly, shifting from one side to the other, but always returning to the same spot at the top.

“Grab your things,” he spat out. “Grab your damned fucking things.”

Swallowing dry, his words fell from one ear to the other, not stopping at your brain to be processed in your thoughts. You were reactionless, staring blankly back at him.

“Are you deaf?” he nearly screamed, grabbing your arm with a strength you knew would leave a mark. “Who is it? Who is the father?”

“I-I,” you tried to speak, but any word that came out was stuttered. Your father shook you for an answer, like you do with a snack machine that is not working. “I don’t know.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW?” This time he fully screamed. You felt a tear pool by the corner of your lip, and it was then you realized you’d already started to cry. “You have been whoring yourself around to the point you don’t know who the bastard is?”

“Daddy, I-I…”

You felt your cheek burn. The image of his fingers now printed on your face. “I’m not your father. I did not raise a daughter to be a whore, to have a child out of wedlock after everything I have done to you. You’re an ungrateful bitch if you ask me. Wife, here is the reason why she so desperately wanted to be away from her family. To be whore. To give herself out to men she doesn’t even remember. Your daughter is a slut, and if that is the life she plans on living, then let her be on her own.”

His words hit you harder than his hand did. It pained you from within, tearing your heart apart. You sobbed by now, the tears making your vision blurry. He pushed you down the corridor and into your room.

“Get your things and get away from this house.”

You did as he said. The apartment wasn’t yours, you didn’t pay any of your bills. You spat on the plate you ate from, as they say. You had everything. Even if they tried to send you back, they still gave you everything you owned. And you were reckless enough to throw it all away.

Your hands trembled while you tried to fetch your luggage from the upper shelf of your closet. Your mother soon entered the room, and you hoped that for once she would stay on your side. That for once she’d coddle you, say everything would be okay and she would fix everything. But she didn’t. She didn’t even look at you. Just grabbed your clothes from the closet and the stuff off your drawers and shoved them all into your luggage and a few bags she’d found around.

“I’m so disappointed,” she whispered to herself before looking at you. “So disappointed. We put our trust in you. I should’ve never allowed you out of my sight in the first place.”

“Mom,” you cried out, voice a trembling mess. “Mom, I didn’t…”

“Save it,” she cut you, handing you a backpack. “Just save it.”

You walked out of the room with tears filled eyes, meeting your father by the door, waiting to lead you out. When you approached him, he resumed his grip onto your arm. “Too late for tears now.”

Pulling you towards the elevator, he went in with you. You wanted to it all to be over already, but he wasn’t keen on ending his torture.

“When this freak comes out of you, remember your parents. Remember those who have treated you right just for you to fuck them over. And I wish, oh how I wish it, that this kid treats you just as bad as you did us tonight. Get out of here, I don’t want you one feet close to this building. I don’t care where you go. You managed to find a guy's dick, you’ll figure things out. Leave.”

Throwing you onto the streets, you fell straight to the floor. He spat in front of you, and walked back into the apartment building. He told the doorman something, probably to never let you in ever again. Struggling, you stood up, grabbed your stuff with trembling hands, and walked away. 

You didn’t know where to. You just knew you needed to go. As the tears blurred your sight, you walked into the darkness of the night. Aimless, senseless, and you hoped for, painless. But the aching on your heart told you you’d have a long night ahead. Alone, cold, pregnant, and fucked over.

Great. Just fucking great.

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[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: reader realizes she has an affinity for being dominated and goes to embry for help exploring her newfound desires

warnings: smut, talks of kink, dom!embry, sub!reader

word count: 4.81k

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by the time you’d hit your third breakup in less than a year with guys who were shockingly inept at satisfying you in bed, you’d decided to hit the books and do some research on how exactly to define what you were looking for. it didn’t take long to discover you were looking for a pretty established (and, in your opinion, mildly taboo) dom/sub relationship but your research left you with little information on how exactly to find someone who would be able to feed your desires. 

it was around then that embry had come to mind. the two of you had become friends shortly after you’d moved to forks and you’d vaguely remembered him bringing up the topic around your mutual friends a few times. for reasons unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t in any type of long term relationship and you could only recall a few times here and there where he’d mentioned one off things with some other girls. 

you weren’t ugly by any means and embry had let you know just how attractive he’d found you on more than one occasion so, after mulling it over in your head for a few days, you’d decided to just be upfront with him and ask him to introduce you to the world of bdsm. 

to your surprise, embry’s expression remained the same when he heard your request, his posture remaining relaxed as he leaned back into the kitchen chair in his apartment. the only indication he was even remotely affected by your proposition was the subtle tensing of his hand around the glass of water he couldn’t seem to let go of, “you want me,” he emphasized before continuing, “to be your dom?” he asked, brown eyes watching you carefully as you blushed, suddenly feeling much more insecure about your proposition as you saw the way he was looking at you. 

he didn’t seem too interested in letting you break your gaze from his, following your’s as you subconsciously shrunk back into yourself, your arms wrapping around your waist, “i think so,” you murmured, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you anxiously waited for his response to your proposition. 

embry didn’t let you fear for long, quickly responding, “i can do that.”

your gaze lifted up, your entire demeanor relaxing when you processed the shock of him actually agreeing to your idea, “come here,” his voice softened as he straightened up, pulling out the chair next to him so you could sit down and be slower to him. 

when you hesitated, embry took your hand into his, gently squeezing it before he was tugging you over to sit down next to him, “so can you tell me what you think you’re looking for? i think we should make sure we’re on the same page before jumping into this, yea?” he suggested as you sat down, continuing to hold your hand in his. 

you quickly nodded, still feeling a bit flustered over the whole idea of verbalizing exactly what you were looking for but you knew the importance of the initial communication and appreciated him leading the way for the conversation, “of course,” you whispered, pausing as you thought about how to explain this to him. 

embry gave your hand another squeeze, allowing you another moment to think about it before he decided to jump in and save you, “how about i tell you what i can do and you tell me if that’s the same or different from what you’re looking for, okay?” he asked and the exhale of relief that you let out after let him know all he needed to know before you even vocalized your response. 

“that sounds helpful,” you responded, voice still meek but you held his gaze as he offered you a reassuring smile. despite your nervousness, he seemed quite comfortable with the whole thing which was currently the only thing keeping you from backing out of it and locking yourself away forever in humiliation.

embry smiled, “so i’m imagining that you’re looking for someone who can take control in the bedroom and make you feel good while they’re doing it, yea?” he asked, waiting for you to give him a small nod before he continued, “i need someone who can trust me - completely. i’ll probably want to try some things with you that you haven’t done before and i’ll expect you to try it. obviously i’ll walk you through it and you’ll have your safe words but i don’t plan on pushing you far enough that you’ll need to use them, okay?” you gulped, slowly nodding as you took in his words. despite your nervousness around everything he was saying, some deep part of your brain was screaming at you to take advantage of the once in a lifetime opportunity in front of you. 

embry seemed pleased with your nod, turning to face you better so he could slide his free hand over your upper thigh, gently squeezing to show his approval, “you’ll be mine - in and out of the bedroom. i don’t plan on doing this just when i’m fucking you. you’re mine, okay?” his gaze didn’t waver as he waited for your response. he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he could provide you what you were looking for but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. 

you sucked in a deep breath as you thought about his proposition, taking a moment to mull it over in your head before you slowly nodded, “i think that’s what i want,” your voice came out as a whisper as you responded to him and embry smiled, beyond pleased that you were interested in this and that you came to him first. 

“good. now can you tell me what you want your safe word to be? it can be whatever you want but you should make it something you can easily remember, okay? i don’t think you’ll need to use it but i want you to have one in case you ever need it.” he explained, his demeanor lightening up a bit as he processed that you two were definitely (finally) going to be doing this. 

your shoulders dropped as you also relaxed, leaning back into the chair as you thought for a moment, “can it just be red or something like that?” you asked, cheeks remaining a flaming pink as you also realized what you were going to be doing with him shortly. 

embry hummed and nodded, “that’s perfect,” he reassured, giving your thigh another squeeze, “do you know what you need from your apartment?” he asked and you frowned, eyebrows creasing together in confusion as you worked to figure out what exactly he was getting at.

“you’re spending the night, pretty thing,” he explained, letting out a breathy laugh when your gaze fell to the floor as your cheeks somehow managed to turn an even deeper shade of pink as you realized he fully planned on jumping right into things and at his use of a new pet name for you, “i’ll drive you back so we can get what you need, yea?” he suggested, laughing again when you nodded and peeked up at him.

embry was quick to stand up, helping you up as well before he was escorting you over to the doorway so you could get your shoes on and make the short drive back over to your apartment. you weren’t entirely sure about how he managed to do it, but he somehow got you two to continue a light-hearted conversation the whole way to your apartment and back to his - helping melt away your anxiety about what was to come. by the time you two had packed a bag for you and gotten back to his place, you felt much more comfortable about the whole thing and even started to feel excited about it. 

a comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you kicked your shoes off and headed back into the kitchen while embry dropped your bag off in the living room, “we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to,” embry started as he came back into the kitchen, stepping over to where you were standing, leaned against the kitchen counter.

you nodded, “i think i want to,” you said, voice soft as he leaned against the counter opposite of you, a smile on his face as he watched you.

“why don’t we take a shower then, yea? promise i don’t bite,” he teased, laughing when he heard your quiet giggle at his comment. you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face as he took your hand into his and led you over to the bathroom.

although you’d been over to his place plenty of times, this time was clearly different as it sank in that you’d be intimate with him. before your nerves could get the better of you, embry was turning the shower on and stepping back over to you so he could help you get undressed. 

his hands settled at your hips, fingers dancing under your shirt along your waist, “you let me know if i’m going too fast,” he murmured, waiting for you to nod before he was sliding his hands up your sides to get your shirt off. 

you sucked in a breath when he tossed the shirt to the side, watching as his slowly gaze trailed down your chest, “embry,” you murmured as his hands slid down to your jeans.

“let me take care of you,” despite the plea, his voice remained soft. you nodded, another soft sigh leaving your lips as he undid the button on your jeans, taking his time tugging them down your legs as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of you.

he helped you step out of your jeans, not appearing to be in any kind of rush as the steam from the shower began to cloud the bathroom, “so beautiful,” he murmured, sliding his hands back up your legs so his fingers could toy with the thin band of your panties.

before he took them down, he pressed his lips to the fatty flesh of your hip, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the tops of your thighs and hips, “i can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered and your knees nearly went weak, you quickly leaned further back into the counter, almost entirely relying on your hands to support you as embry slowly tugged your panties down, exposing yourself to him for the first time. 

“such a good girl,” he murmured, hands sliding back down your legs to help you step out of your panties so he could toss them to the growing pile of your clothes. his hands were hot against your thighs as he slid them back up, slowly standing up to his full height again. as he worked at getting your bra off, you were suddenly aware of just how big he was compared to you. 

easily towering over you, everything about him just seemed so much more intimidating as he tossed your bra to the side, “stop thinking so much, pretty thing,” embry gently reprimanded, his hands coming settle over your breasts, massaging the mounds for a moment as he brought your attention back to him.

at his voice, you were torn out of your thoughts and brought your gaze up to meet his, “get in the shower, i’ll be right behind you,” he said, slowly releasing his grip on your breasts so he could spin you around and you could head into the shower.

despite your initial shock at his self-restraint, you complied and stepped into the shower, the hot water immediately coating your figure and relaxing your muscles. some part of your brain had clearly expected him to just bend you over and rail you but for whatever reason, him taking his time with you seemed to make it that much hotter as you suddenly became much more aware of the growing ache between your thighs. 

embry’s hands were sliding over your figure, momentarily startling you as you were pulled out of your thoughts, “easy,” embry murmured, “just me,” he reassured, sliding one hand up to gently pull your hair over one shoulder.

his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck and you went lax in his arms, leaning back into him while he suckled at different spots across your neck and shoulder, “sensitive thing,” he teased, voice quiet as he continued peppering your neck with kisses. 

you melted into him, allowing him to support you when your attention was drawn to the bulge pressing into your lower back, “embry,” you whispered, peeking over your shoulder to look up at him, worry covering your features once again as you processed just how big he felt despite not even having seen him yet. 

embry chuckled, “relax, pretty thing,” he mused, “i promise i’d take care of you, didn’t i?” he asked, both hands gripping your hips so his thumbs could gently massage the tense muscles of your lower back to encourage you to enjoy yourself.

you hummed and nodded, remembering your earlier agreement, shoulders dropping as you rested your cheek against his chest, “that’s my girl,” he praised, pressing his lips to your wet hair, one hand sliding down to part the sensitive folds between your legs, “you’re doing great, pretty thing,” he added, his other arm coming up to wrap around your ribs to support you in preparation for what he was about to do.

a gasp left your lips when his thumb rolled over your clit, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure up your spine as you went weak in his arms. embry’s lips curled into a smile against your hair as he supported you, the combination of the warm water and embry’s gentle touches sending your brain haywire as you tried to focus.

while his thumb worked into a slow rhythm against your clit, his pointer finger dipped lower to circle the little entrance he fully intended on burying his cock in later on, “there she is,” embry mused, dipping his pointer finger into your heat so he could begin the process of stretching you out as he explored your body.

you let out a low moan at the intrusion, eyes fluttering closed as you allowed him to support most of your weight with his free arm. embry muffled his chuckle against your wet hair, gently curling his pointer inside your walls as he continued to work wonders with his thumb against your clit.

your brain was working overtime to process everything and, before you could even begin to gain a bit of control back, he was adding a second finger to your velvet walls to scissor you apart for him, “taking my fingers so well,” he praised, a low chuckle leaving his lips when he felt your pussy fluttering around him at the praise. 

“embry please-” you managed to squeak out, hands wrapping around his forearm currently supporting you as you desperately tried to find some way to control yourself.

he just hummed, continuing to rub slow, tight little circles against your clit, “please what?” he asked, the patience in his voice coming in stark contrast to your desperate one.

a quiet whine left your lips when he pressed down a little harder on your clit, your legs going weak again in the wet shower as he continued to hold you up. the pleasure coursing through your body had you quickly realizing he was most definitely going to make you cum for the first time with a man, “wanna cum, please-” you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as you peaked over your shoulder to look up at him only to be met with his soft brown eyes.

“you wanna cum on my fingers?” he repeated back despite the fact that he was already more than aware of what he was doing to you and what you wanted - no - needed from him. 

you quickly nodded, “yes - embry please-” you begged, not interested in finding out what punishments from him looked like if you came before he let you. 

he seemed to ponder your request for a moment, appearing to enjoy dragging out your pleasure and desperation as his fingers continued pleasuring your most sensitive areas, “go ahead and cum then, pretty thing,” he decided after a few moments, though for you it felt like an eternity as you battled off the tsunami building inside your belly.

as the words left his lips, he rolled your clit between his fingers and you almost instantaneously came undone on him. he caught you as you collapsed back into him, continuing to slowly thrust his finger in and out of your throbbing pussy as your first orgasm of the night washed over you. 

it was a near out-of-body experience, the kaleidoscope of colors that exploded when you came had you questioning everything you thought you knew was possible about sex and, more importantly, why the fuck you didn’t get with embry sooner. 

embry murmured quiet praises to you as you rode your high, removing his thumb from your clit when he felt you tensing up the tiniest bit from the overstimulation of the sensitive little nub, “deep breaths pretty thing,” embry encouraged, dropping his head to pepper your neck and shoulder with gentle kisses as you regained your footing and slowly came back to earth. 

the warmth of the shower combined with embry’s body heat helping ease you back down as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your canal. he slowly helped spin you around so you were bare chest to chest with him for the first time, allowing you to lazily wrap your arms around his waist while he held you close.

he reached behind you to turn off the water so the two of you could get dried off, “c’mere,” he murmured, “i got you,” he reassured with a breathy laugh when he saw how you looked up at him, totally unsure of how he expected you to walk to the bedroom. 

he reached down to lift you up, wrapping one arm around your back while the other went under the bend of your legs. “might be a little cold,” he warned before he was sitting you down on the counter so he could get towels to dry both of you off.

despite his warning, you still let out a gasp when your thighs met the marble, “told you it was cold,” embry laughed and you let out a breathy laugh, blushing.

he quickly dried himself off before he got a new towel to wrap you up in. when you went to take it from him, he quietly ‘tutted’ before he got to work drying you off himself, seeming to take a great amount of pleasure in taking his time drying each drop of water off your skin.

you were content with letting him work, still relishing in your post-orgasmic haze as he finished up, “alright, you okay to go to the bedroom?” he asked as he tossed the towel into the hamper before he was coming to rest his hands on either side of your thighs.

you hummed and nodded, content with pretty much whatever he had planned at this point now that you knew just how good he could make you feel, “you’re awfully pretty when you cum, you know that?” he mused, laughing when you sucked in a playful breath, cheeks flaring up again. 

he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before he was parting your thighs so he could lift you up again. totally wrapping yourself around him, you allowed him to carry you the short walk to the bedroom. while he laid you down on the bed and helped you get situated, he asked, “you’re on the pill still, right?”

you hummed and nodded, “do you know if you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, sitting down on the bed next to you so he could rummage through the bedside drawer for lube and a condom.

you thought about it for a moment before responding, “you don’t have anything do you?” you asked and embry laughed, shaking his head.

“promise i don’t have anything but i can still wear one if you want,” he reassured, eyes softening as he waited for your response, clearly fine either way you decided.

you hummed and nodded, happy with his response, “don’t gotta wear one,” you decided and he nodded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

when he sat back up, he pumped some lube into his hand before coating his length with it and, for the first time, you got a good look at him. your initial assumptions in the shower were correct and he was definitely much larger than expected and, although you’d had your fair share of men in the past, you were confident you hadn’t been with anyone who came close to competing with his size.

embry’s gentle touch against your hip pulled you out of your thoughts, “everything okay down there?” he asked, a small smile on his face despite the clear concern laced in his tone. 

you quickly nodded, gaze flickering between his cock and his face, not totally sure how to explain what was running through your head. fortunately for you, embry followed your gaze, quickly picking up what you were doing, “trust, yea?” he asked, reminding you of your earlier agreement and you let out a heavy exhale, nodding.

despite the fact that he was still building his trust with you, he hadn’t led you astray yet so you relaxed back into the bed, allowing your thighs to part so he could get between them, “such a good girl,” he praised as he got up, coming over to settle between your spread thighs. 

“i’ll go easy on you,” embry promised, looking down at you and you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. although he figured you’d be a bit more apprehensive based on your reaction to seeing the size of him, he was more than happy with how much faith you had in him to make you feel good and he quickly melted into the kiss. 

knotting one hand in your hair, he used his other to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance. a gasp left your lips and he caught it, not breaking the kiss as he slowly pushed his hips into yours so the two of you could become one.

as your walls split around his cock, he tightened his fingers in your hair and you whined, legs wrapping around his waist to better open up for him, “fuck you feel amazing,” embry groaned against your lips, doing his damnedest to take his time pushing into you despite everything in his body begging him not to.

despite your worry about accommodating him, you quickly discovered just how delicious it felt to have him effortlessly pressing into the deepest parts of you, “embry please-” you groaned, tightening your legs and arms around him to try and pull him closer to you.

embry didn’t seem to have much of an issue resisting your strength, “such a brat,” he grumbled with a breathy laugh when he saw the way your cheeks immediately flared up to a bright pink at the comment, “please what, pretty thing? gotta use your words if you want something from me,” he reminded, clearly enjoying easing into his new role as your dom.

you paused for a moment as your anxiety ran through your system, still a bit flustered over using such graphic terms with him, “please fuck me,” your voice came out as a whisper though, you were a bit surprised that you managed to get it out in the first place thanks to your embarrassment about the whole thing.

“such a good girl,” embry praised, “just gotta ask, yea?” he teased, a cheeky smile covering his features when he felt your walls fluttering around his cock. 

“jus’ gotta ask,” your quiet voice repeated back and his eyes crinkled at the corner from his smile.

“that’s my girl,” he mused, pushing his hips the rest of the way into yours so he could be completely buried in your femininity. you let out a loud moan at the intrusion, the complete and utter fullness that came with having him so deep inside you overwhelming you for a moment.

embry only gave you a moment to compose yourself before he was drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you, “oh my god-” you whimpered, knotting your fingers in his hair as you tugged him back down to smash your lips against his again.

his thrusts were long, steady, and rough, the bed rocking with each thrust of his hips into yours. as he worked you two into a rhythm, a slew of filthy praises fell from his lips

“such a tight little pussy,” 

“fuck your pussy feels like heaven,”

“can’t wait to cum inside that pretty little pussy,”

“this pussy is mine now, yea? not giving it to anyone else,” 

his free hand traveled down to your breasts, the stiff peaks that were your nipples finally getting some much-needed attention as he groped at the mounds, rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

“oh embry-” you whined, head dropping back against the sheets as he continued fucking you. even though you weren’t totally confident you were able to cum at all with a man, let alone twice in one night - you quickly felt the familiar coil in your belly tightening as your second orgasm began building up.

he knew before you did, the tightening of your walls around his cock signaling to him everything he needed to know, “you wanna cum on my cock, pretty thing?” he gritted out, maintaining the steady rhythm he set as he worked you towards your orgasm.

“please-” you gasped out, “wanna cum on your cock embry please-” you whimpered, blubbering out all he needed to hear as desperation took over your mind and body.

“cum on my cock then,” he groaned, barely containing his own composure as he struggled not to meet his own release before you met yours. 

he dropped his free hand from your breast to navigate between your legs where he was currently wreaking absolute havoc on you, finding your clit with little issue so he could roll the sensitive nub between his fingers and release the coil that was your orgasm.

you went liquid smooth in his arms as you came, stars dancing around your vision as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. the rapid throbbing of your walls around him had embry meeting his own release within a few seconds of yours. a loud moan left his lips as thrusts stuttered and he coated your swollen walls with his release.

both of you struggled to come back to your senses and as embry did, he loosened his grip on you so he could gently run his free hand up and down your side to coax you back down.

“you’ve got it, pretty thing,” he cooed, dropping his head to pepper your collarbone and neck with soft kisses until your grip loosened on him and you gently stroked your hands up and down his back. 

once he was confident you were back to earth enough for him to move, embry slowly pulled himself out of your now soaked channel, both of your breathing heavy as you worked to come back to your senses, “good?” embry asked breathlessly, both of you letting out laughs when you quickly nodded. 

“so good,” you reassured, “can we stay like this for a little bit?” you asked, voice quieting as you voiced your request to him - not totally sure if that was something he was comfortable with.

embry’s gaze softened when he heard the insecurity shining through your voice, “‘course we can,” he reassured, “c’mere,” he murmured, rolling out from inbetween your thighs so he could pull you close to his chest, “just let me know when you’re ready and i can clean you up, okay?” 

you hummed and nodded, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone as you got settled in his arms, “is it always like this?” you whispered, smiling when he squeezed you even closer to him for a moment.

“always like this,” embry smiled as he pressed his lips to your hair, “and we’ll ease into everything, yea? i’m just here to make you feel good,” he mused, both of you more than happy to know he would be the one who was in charge of maximizing your pleasure.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Squeaky Clean 5

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You start work as a maid but you’re not prepared for the mess your client brings with him. (maid AU – plus!reader)

Note: damn, boy.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“So, if you terminate contract without two weeks’ notice, terms state you owe the agency an admin fee.” Jan explains over the phone. 

You sit in your car with her on speaker, idling behind the store, shellshocked.  

“How much?” You ask. 

“Based on how long you’ve been with us, four-fifty.” 

“That-- four hundred and fifty? That’s a week’s pay,” you exclaim. 

“Yes, well, we’d have to overextend other staff and then there would be training and recruiting. Seeing as you’ve not completed your probation period, we would be taking a loss.” 

“A loss? I’d still work, just for another client.” 

“There’s a lot of cleaners with seniority, they get preference. I’m sorry, but those are your options,” she says. She has no compassion, it’s all just money to her. 

You stare at the brick wall ahead of your car. Never mind about going inside. You’ll make your boxed macaroni with water tonight. Maybe as you scroll the job boards. If you get something quick, you’ll be able to cover the fee. 

Or. 

Or... 

Or you’ll have to face him again. 

You grip the wheel tight. It isn’t even your car. The fee comes out of your pay too. This whole thing is a grift. You lean forward and rest your head on the vinyl ridges. 

You see him, standing in front of the door, in his body armour and helmet. A man who could snap you like a twig. You exhale with a quake and roll your eyes back against the swell of heat. You have no choice. Not unless a miracle comes and you don’t believe in those. 

You drive home. Your apartment is small. Especially compared to his townhouse. How rotten. Look at you. Living at the bare minimum, living off his scraps based on how well you clean his floors. It’s not fair. And he can just do whatever he wants. Because what, because he wears that costume? 

You’re not hungry. You scroll through job boards. It’s all this bullshit AI training. You know it’s garbage. $100 an hour, yeah, you’re sure it will hit your bank account smoothly. Oh and Jan didn’t miss the non-compete clause. If you quit, you can work for another cleaning agency or even freelance for at least a year. 

Sleep is fractured by your anxiety. Every time you close your eyes, he’s there. Each time you move, you feel his hands on you. Your skin crawls and your insides burn. Why? Why you? Would it be the same if it was anyone else who’d taken that job? 

You stare at the ceiling as the sun rises outside your window. As the light shifts, your nerves flurry. You don’t want to get up. You don’t want to go back. 

You flinch as a soft click comes from the kitchen. There’s a length of wall between the rest of your apartment and it. A bachelor with nothing more than a clunky radiator and scratched floorboards. Another click and the grind of the coffee machine. 

You sit up, chest thumping furiously. You’re dreaming. Your frail human condition finally forced you into submission. It’s a nightmare. It has to be. You're sure of it as he appears from behind the wall, leaning on the plaster with smirk. 

Steve’s hair is slightly askew. His cowl is gone but the rest of his suit is still in place. All but his gloves, tucked into his belt. 

“You know, I was always taught not to give up. Why do you think I am who I am,” he grips his hips as he pushes away from the wall and approaches you with decisive steps. “You don’t just roll over and let the world win.” 

You blink. It’s not a dream. You’ve never felt anything more real. 

“When you get a no, you don’t stop until you hear yes,” he stops at the foot of your bed, “or until they can’t say anything.” 

“Steve,” you bend your legs and push yourself back against the metal headboard. “What...” 

“You know, it’s funny. They didn’t tell me all the side effects.” He turns and sits on the side of the bed. “Nope. They said ‘it’ll make you strong. And big.’ That’s about all they told me,” he bends his leg and brings his foot onto his knee. He unlaces his boots, the ends of the laces snapping on the leather. “They don’t tell you how much you can hear. How much you can feel. Or not feel.” 

He scoffs and shakes his head, “either they didn’t care or they didn’t know. I can’t say which is worse.” He wiggles the boot off and switches boots. “Don’t tell you that your body turns into this callous shell. The caffeine in a cup of coffee does nothing. Nope. You’re body’s on overdrive. You get nothing. You only give.” 

He rips his other boot off and drops it. He sighs and leans forward, his elbows on his thighs as he bends his head. He smooths his blond hair. 

“I can hear through a car. Even from a block away. Even through the brick wall. And I can hear your heart beating from ground level,” he sniffs and rolls his shoulders, holding his head. “I can hear it right now too.” 

You’re silent. Paralysed. It’s all a game to him. He’s been following, watching. Even if the thought crossed your mind, you wouldn’t have caught him. He shows himself when he wants to be seen. Exactly as he does at his place. 

“I just want to feel one fucking thing that makes me feel alive,” he sits up. 

You stare at him. He slowly looks over his shoulder and meets your gaze. “I put the coffee on. Your head’s throbbing. Migraine. The cells in your brain are compressed. Lack of seratonin due to lack of sleep.” 

Your mouth falls open. He can tell all that. No, another job was never an option. Quitting, like he says, isn’t a choice. Why doesn’t matter. Why is a stupid question. Why won’t change what is about to happen. 

“Have a cup, take a shower, relax,” he commands. “I want you to feel it too.” 

[c0llisiion]

OBSESSION — m.yg

★pairing : min yoongi + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: perv!myg , neighbour!au , drabble , panty sniffing , masturbation — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 965

A/N : hiiii! I made this a drabble cus i be going through that writers block fever 🤒 its kinda rusty and eh imo but LOLLL hope you enjoyed it! I will try writing more!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Perv neighbor Yoongi, who has been dying to have a taste of you since the day you moved into the apartment opposite his. He has been crushing on you ever since you walked up to his door to introduce yourself as his new neighbor. You had baked him cookies as a sign of friendship, but he wasn’t interested in them.

Yoongi thought you were absolutely beautiful. The moment you started talking to him with your soft, sultry voice, he fumbled internally. He didn’t even pay attention to what you were saying and was just staring at you in awe. His eyes scanned your body. That little crop tee and those Hello Kitty PJ pants fitted you perfectly. Your midriff was out, and he noticed the pink twinkling belly piercing. You looked so gentle and kind. He admired everything about you. And from then on, it was his mission to make you his.

But he was shy and reserved. He would see you occasionally whenever you accidentally bumped into him or something like that. But he wanted more. And so he began talking to you more often. He had analyzed your schedule and timetable by now. At around 6:30 a.m., you wake up and head to the gym. Yoongi wasn’t a gym freak at all. But when he found out you were going? He immediately joined your gym. It was a headache to wake up every day at 6 a.m. and go, but it did make yours and his relationship stronger than before. After you found out he was now going to your gym, you started talking to him more. Asking him about his workout plans, his diets, and his schedule, which Yoongi had no idea about, so of course he lied to you about them. Yoongi's eyes never left your presence. The sole reason he even joined this stupid gym was for him to get more of your beautiful body. He would stare at you shamelessly as you did your set of squats. His eyes are on your plump ass at all times. He would get hard at just seeing your ass and would rush into the gym lockers to rub one out real quick, his pale hands gripping onto his long dick. He imagined you doing it for him, but of course it wasn’t enough. You both would walk home together, which gave him the opportunity to learn about you more. He liked how dainty you were. You had this hard, tough girl exterior, but in reality, you were the complete opposite.

After your workouts, he would accompany you to the laundromat. But as time went by, he would offer to take your set of laundry whenever he went. You appreciated that and were very grateful to him. You were getting busy with college anyway, so your time was limited. Little did you know, he was stealing your panties. The only reason he offered to take your load was so he could be a sick weirdo and steal your used panties. He would rummage through the piles of clothes and carefully pick out one of your pink lace panties and stuff them into his pocket. He had the urge to take them all, but he wasn’t going to let you find out that he had been stealing them, right?

He would drop off the clean load at your doorstep before rushing into his own home. He wouldn't even have the patience to go into his room. Your scent was in his grasps, and he couldn’t waste anytime! He would spread his legs out as he sat on his couch, pulling out his aching cock. He would be as hard as a rock. His pink tip now an angry red with precum oozing out. With his shaky hands, he brought the undergarment to his nose, and as soon as his nose got a slight sniff of your panties, he was in heaven. He pressed the undergarment to his nose with great force, taking huge sniffs of your arousal. He loved it. He had no shame about it. It was intoxicating. He moaned into the piece of fabric as his other hand was gliding up and down his shaft with speed. Now that he knew how you smelled, he was able to imagine you bouncing on his dick. Your name left his mouth in audible moans. He was humping his own hand, not being able to control himself. He stuffed the garment into his mouth, now getting a taste of your arousal. His eyes shut tight, his eyebrows furrowed, and sweat dripped down his black locks. His now-free hand crept up his shirt, tugging and pulling on his erect nipples for more stimulation. His breathing was heavy, and his body was writhing uncontrollably. He envisioned your fucked-out face moaning and being a pretty little mess for him. His cum all over your pussy and your ass. His hips jerked up at the thought, and he was whining like a bitch. Muffled moans of your name escaped his pretty lips every second. Tears were forming in his eyes as he was getting closer and closer to his goal. His hands continued moving up and down, increasing the speed and grip. 

He let out a final, choked-out gasp as he came all over his lower belly and hands. He was cumming a lot. All that pent-up desire , finally spilling out. He laid completely still, stabilizing his breath. He finally came down from his high, taking your now-drool-stained panties out of his mouth. He heard a faint knock on his apartment door, which prompted him to quickly clean himself up and put his composure back on. He opened the door to see you. Standing in front of his door. In utter shock. It seemed like you heard everything.

A/N: hihihi hello thank you 4 readingg! <33 i might write another part if i have the time lol my inbox is open rn! I might take time to respond or write so please be patient w me! 💀🤌😭 i did some tweaking to my blogs hehe new year new me fr

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✨His true fate - Part 8/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Some spicy scenes, Language, age gap

Word Count: 6601

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jared's teasing demeanor softened into a more serious expression as he glanced at Jensen, a hint of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "So, you guys didn’t settle on where this is going for now?", he asked, his voice quieter than before.

Jensen shook his head, his smile fading slightly as he considered Jared's question. "No, not really", he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "It's still early, you know? We're taking it slow. But I can tell you one thing—it's definitely not just a hookup for either of us".

Jared nodded, his expression becoming thoughtful. "That's good to hear", he replied sincerely. "She seems great".

Jared’s expression softened with understanding as he continued, choosing his words carefully. “Just keep in mind, Jensen, that after you end things with Danneel, things with (Y/N) will probably be easier”, he said gently.

Jensen paused, setting down the dish he was holding and meeting Jared’s gaze seriously. He knew Jared meant well and appreciated his friend’s straightforwardness. “I know”, Jensen replied quietly. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I just need to figure things out with Danneel first”.

"Talking to my lawyer is a good move", Jared said, his voice filled with empathy. "He'll give you solid advice on how to handle everything".

Jensen sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "Yeah, I need all the tips I can get", he admitted, glancing down at the dishes he was supposed to be washing. "I've tried to bring up divorce with Danneel twice already, but she always manages to talk me down".

Jared frowned sympathetically. "She's good at that, isn't she?", he remarked, knowing Danneel's ability to sway Jensen's decisions. "Just stay strong, man. You know what you need to do".

Jensen nodded, his jaw tightening slightly with determination. "I do".

He glanced at his friend, noticing the hesitation before Jensen spoke again. There was a vulnerability in Jensen’s voice as he broached a different topic.

“You ever… believe in love at first sight?”, Jensen asked tentatively, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “Or fate, or… some shit like that?”.

Jared paused, surprised by the sudden change in conversation but understanding the underlying emotion behind Jensen’s question. He set aside the dish he was drying and turned to face Jensen fully, his expression thoughtful.

“Yeah, I think I do”, Jared replied sincerely.

Jensen nodded slowly, his gaze distant as he processed Jared’s words. “I guess I’m just wondering if… maybe there’s something like that out there for me too”, he admitted quietly, almost to himself.

Jared could sense Jensen's introspective mood, the weight of his contemplation palpable in the air between them. He leaned against the kitchen counter, folding his arms across his chest as he considered Jensen's question.

“Not to push your luck, but with (Y/N) and you, it pretty much seems like something like that”, Jared remarked with a reassuring smile, his tone gentle yet sincere.

Jensen looked up, meeting Jared’s eyes with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. He appreciated Jared’s optimism but couldn’t shake off the doubts that occasionally clouded his thoughts, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“I hope so”, Jensen replied quietly, his voice tinged with longing. “I really do”.

Jared nodded understandingly. “You’ve got a good thing going with her, Jensen”, he said earnestly. “Just take it one step at a time, and things will fall into place”.

Jensen managed a small smile, appreciating Jared’s words of encouragement. “Thanks, man”, he said sincerely, feeling a bit lighter knowing that his friend believed in him and (Y/N).

While Jensen spent time with Jared, you busied yourself unpacking the last of your stuff and decorating your apartment. You wanted everything to look nice when Jensen came over tomorrow. As you arranged a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table and fluffed up the pillows on the couch, your mind wandered to thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.

You didn’t know what to expect. Everything between you and Jensen had been moving quickly yet also cautiously. The visit today had felt like a milestone, a step closer to something more. But you were unsure where things would go from here. Would tomorrow be casual and comfortable, filled with laughter and easy conversation like today? Or would it be charged with a different kind of energy, exploring deeper connections and shared moments?

Despite the uncertainty, you felt a surge of anticipation and hope. Being with Jensen felt right, and you were willing to see where this journey would take you both.

As the evening settled in, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings for Jensen. The anticipation of his visit tomorrow filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had just finished dinner, tidying up the kitchen when your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced at the screen and saw Ben's name. Your heart sank a little, the complicated nature of your relationship with him resurfacing.

Sighing, you picked up the phone, deciding to get this over with. “Hello?”.

“Hey”, Ben’s voice came through, casual and familiar. “How’s it going?”.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I’m fine, Ben. What do you want?”.

There was a pause on the other end, and you could almost hear him gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about us”, he began, his voice hesitant. “I know things have been rocky, but I miss you. I want to work things out”.

His words sent a ripple of emotions through you—anger, sadness, and a hint of nostalgia for what once was. But they were quickly overshadowed by the clarity of how much you had changed since you last saw him.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before responding firmly. “Ben, I already told you I needed a break. We can’t keep going in circles like this”.

Ben’s voice took on a pleading tone. “I can change, (Y/N). I know I messed up, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us”.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy. “Ben, it’s not just about you changing. It’s about us not being right for each other anymore. We’ve grown apart, and we need to accept that”.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear Ben processing your words. Finally, he spoke again, his voice tinged with desperation. “But we had something good, didn’t we? We can get that back”.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of Ben's words pressing on you. His plea for another chance stirred memories of happier times, but they were overshadowed by the pain of betrayal.

"Oh, you mean the good times before you cheated on me?", you snapped, unable to hold back the bitterness in your voice. The hurt and anger surged through you, fueled by months of confusion and heartache.

Ben audibly swallowed, his voice faltering slightly. "I… I regret that. I made a mistake", he admitted, his tone pleading.

"You made a choice", you countered sharply, your emotions raw. "A choice that changed everything between us".

"I know", Ben replied quietly. "And I've been trying to make amends ever since".

"It's not that simple", you replied, your voice softening despite your resolve. "Trust doesn't come back overnight, Ben. It's been hard for me to even consider trusting you again".

There was a heavy silence on the line as both of you grappled with the weight of your words. You could hear Ben struggling to find the right response, his breaths coming out in uneven intervals.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice thick with emotion. "I still love you, (Y/N). I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to you".

You closed your eyes, battling conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to believe him, to grasp onto the hope that things could be repaired. But another part knew that moving forward meant letting go of the past.

"I need time", you said finally, your voice steady but firm. "Time to heal, time to figure out what's best for me".

"I understand", Ben replied softly. "Just… don't shut me out completely, okay?".

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "I won't", you assured him, feeling a twinge of guilt for the pain you were causing him.

With a heavy heart, you ended the call, setting your phone down on the table beside you. The weight of the conversation hung in the air, but alongside the sadness was a glimmer of relief—a step toward closure.

Meanwhile Jensen propped himself up against the headboard, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow across the room. He held his phone steady as JJ’s face appeared on the screen, her tired eyes gazing back at him.

"Hey", Jensen greeted softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "How was your day?".

JJ yawned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "It was okay", she murmured, her voice small through the phone's speaker. "But I miss you, Dad".

Jensen's heart twinged with longing. "I miss you too, sweetheart", he replied gently. "I wish I could be there with you".

JJ nodded, her expression solemn. "When are you coming back home?", she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

"I'll be back soon", Jensen reassured her, his tone comforting. "Just a few more days".

JJ sighed softly, shifting in her bed. "Okay", she replied quietly, though her eyes still held a hint of sadness.

Jensen’s chest tightened with the ache. "Tell me about school", he prompted, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you finish that book you were reading?".

JJ brightened a little, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! It was really good", she exclaimed, launching into an animated description of the story.

As JJ talked, Jensen listened intently, his heart swelling with pride and love for his daughter.

After a while Jensen set his phone down on the nightstand, he heard JJ’s small voice mumble through the still-active call.

“Dad, you’re never home”, JJ murmured, her words tinged with a mix of sadness and accusation.

Jensen’s heart sank further, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on him. He picked up the phone again, his expression full of regret. “I know, JJ”, he said softly. “I’m really sorry about that. I miss you so much”.

“Why can’t you be here more?”, JJ asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I just want things to be like they used to be”.

Jensen took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain a situation far too complex for her to fully understand. “I’m trying to figure things out, sweetheart”, he replied gently. “It’s complicated, but I’m doing everything I can to make things better. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can”.

JJ nodded, though her expression remained troubled. “Okay, Dad. I just miss you. And I wish Mommy wouldn’t get mad so much”.

Jensen felt a surge of anger and helplessness, wishing he could shield JJ from the turmoil at home. “I miss you too, JJ. Just remember, no matter what, I’m always here for you. You can call me anytime, okay?”.

“Okay”, JJ said softly. “Love you, Dad”.

“Love you too”, Jensen replied, his voice filled with emotion.

As the next day dawned, you decided to head out for some shopping. You picked up a variety of snacks and drinks, including beer and whiskey, not entirely sure of Jensen’s preferences. After loading everything into your car, you drove back home, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

Once home, you decided to indulge in a relaxing spa day. You filled the bathtub with warm water, adding your favorite bath salts to create a soothing atmosphere. As the tub filled, you set out your razor and shaving cream, determined to be prepared for whatever might happen later. You slipped into the warm water, letting the tension melt away as you took your time shaving, making sure you felt your best.

As you settled back into the tub, savoring the tranquility, your phone vibrated on the edge of the sink. You reached for it, seeing a message from Jensen. The simple text made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey there”, Jensen’s message read, making your heart skip a beat as you read it. “How’s your day going? Is 7 pm good for you?”.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him later. Quickly drying your hands, you replied, “Hey, I’m just a bit tired, might take a nap before you get here. And 7 pm sounds perfect”.

Jensen’s reply came swiftly, his playful tone evident even through text. “A nap, huh? Making sure you’re well-rested for me, I see. Smart move. See you at 7”,

After sending your reply, you settled back into the warm bath, allowing the soothing water to ease away any lingering tension. The relaxing soak helped clear your mind, and after a while, you stepped out of the tub feeling refreshed and calm. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you made your way to your bedroom, ready for a quick nap to ensure you were well-rested for the evening ahead.

Meanwhile, at Jared’s house, Jensen was preparing for the evening as well. He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the stress of the past few days. The anticipation of seeing you again filled him with a sense of eagerness and excitement.

After Jensen finished his shower, he stepped out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry himself off. He ran the towel over his damp skin, the warmth and scent of the shower gel lingering on him. His thoughts were focused on the evening ahead, the prospect of seeing you bringing a smile to his face.

Once he was dry, Jensen headed to his room to decide on an outfit. Tonight was casual yet he wanted to look good for you. He settled on a pair of black jeans that fit him well, emphasizing his toned legs. For the top, he opted for a fitted black long-sleeve shirt, the fabric stretching slightly around his biceps.

After selecting his outfit, Jensen moved to the bathroom mirror to style his hair. He ran a comb through it, adding just the right amount of product to achieve a casual yet polished look. Satisfied with his appearance, he reached for his favorite cologne and spritzed a generous amount on his neck and wrists, wanting to leave a lasting impression.

Just as he finished, Jared walked into the room, a casual question on his lips. “Hey, Jensen, do you know how to make a cheese sau—”, Jared’s sentence trailed off as he entered, stopping short and chuckling at the scene before him. Jensen was practically standing in a cloud of cologne, the scent lingering heavily in the air.

“Whoa, man!”, Jared exclaimed, laughing. “Did you drown yourself in cologne or what? Trying to knock her out with that?”.

Jensen turned towards Jared, a sheepish grin on his face as he asked, “Too much?”, He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little lost. It had been a while since he had been on a real date, let alone one that he had high hopes for, especially with everything else going on in his life.

Jared chuckled, shaking his head as he took in Jensen’s slightly bewildered expression. “Yeah, man, just a tad”, he replied, trying to suppress his amusement. “But hey, at least you’ll smell unforgettable”.

Jensen laughed softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement building up inside him. “I just want tonight to go well, you know?”, he admitted, his voice earnest. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this”.

Jared’s expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I get it, Jensen”, he said, his tone sincere. “Just be yourself. (Y/N) likes you for you, cologne cloud and all”.

Jared crossed his arms and watched Jensen as he carefully put on his watch, then observed his friend glance at his ring finger. Jensen hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought, before decisively pulling off his wedding ring and placing it on the small shelf above the sink.

Jared's expression remained neutral, knowing better than to comment on such a personal decision. He respected Jensen's space, understanding the complexities involved in Jensen's situation with Danneel.

"You okay?", Jared asked gently, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Jensen nodded, though his expression reflected a mixture of relief and sadness. "Yeah, it's just… feels weird, you know?", he admitted.

Jared nodded in understanding, offering Jensen a reassuring smile. "You're doing what's best for you and for (Y/N)", he said quietly. "That's what matters".

Jensen took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. With a final glance at his reflection in the mirror, he turned towards Jared with a determined expression. "Thanks, man", he said sincerely. "For everything".

Jared nodded, clapping Jensen on the shoulder in a show of support. "Anytime, buddy. Now go get 'em", he said with a grin.

After your refreshing nap, you woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves about the evening ahead. As you stood in front of your closet, you debated over what to wear, your thoughts lingering on the possibility of something happening with Jensen. Eventually, you settled on a delicate lace bra and matching thong in a deep, alluring red, thinking that someone of Jensen’s age and taste would appreciate the choice.

With your underwear sorted, you opted for a more casual yet cute outfit, given that you would be watching a movie and staying in. You slipped into a pair of comfortable yoga pants that hugged your curves in all the right places and paired them with a slightly oversized shirt that offered a relaxed, yet stylish look.

Satisfied with your outfit, you took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your hair and touching up your makeup. You wanted to strike the perfect balance between looking effortless and feeling confident.

After a while, just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, the doorbell rang, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you glanced once more in the mirror to ensure everything looked just right before making your way to the door.

Opening it, you were greeted by the sight of Jensen standing there, looking handsome and relaxed in his black jeans and fitted black long-sleeve shirt. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Hey”, Jensen greeted warmly.

“Hey”, you replied with a grin, stepping aside to invite him in. “Come on in”.

Jensen stepped inside, looking around with an appreciative gaze. “It’s exactly how I imagined your apartment to look like”, he remarked, his eyes taking in the modern white furniture and pastel-colored decorations that adorned the space.

“Really?”, you asked, pleased with his comment. “What do you mean?”.

Jensen chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s just… it’s very you. Modern, clean, and stylish. It’s a refreshing change from how my house looks. My wife’s taste is the complete opposite”.

You nodded, understanding the subtle comparison he was making.

You cleared your throat, trying to ease the slight awkwardness that settled in the air after Jensen's unintentional comparison. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment", you said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jensen turned towards you, his expression sincere. "It definitely is", he assured you, his voice warm. He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Sorry, that was a bit… not what I meant", he muttered, realizing his slip-up. "I didn't mean to bring her up or compare…".

You waved off his apology gently, understanding the complexities of his situation. "It's okay, Jensen", you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "No harm done".

Jensen sighed, his gaze meeting yours with gratitude. "Thanks", he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I just… I don't want to mess this up".

You squeezed his arm gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "You're not messing anything up", you assured him. "Let's just enjoy tonight, okay?".

Jensen nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, okay", he agreed, his tone more confident now.

"You smell good", you mumbled before turning around. Jensen grinned, thinking about Jareds teasing. "Thanks".

You walked into your open kitchen, Jensen following close behind. As you headed for the fridge, you glanced back at him over your shoulder, a small smile playing on your lips. “So, what can I get you to drink?”, you asked, your voice light with a touch of nervous excitement.

Jensen leaned against the countertop, watching you with an appreciative gaze. “Hmm, surprise me”, he replied casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You nodded, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of options. “Well, I’ve got beer, whiskey, some wine, and a few non-alcoholic options too”, you listed, turning around to face him.

Jensen’s smile widened. “How about a beer for starters?”, he suggested, his gaze lingering on you.

“Sure thing”, you said with a nod, reaching for a bottle of beer from the fridge. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending a jolt of warmth through you. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering scent of his cologne, which intensified as he leaned closer.

You bit your lip and grabbed a soda for yourself, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify as Jensen’s eyes continued to roam around your apartment. He took another sip of his beer, still leaning against the countertop, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Did you clean for me coming over, or are you just a clean person in general?”, Jensen asked, his tone teasing but genuinely curious.

You shrugged and grinned, feeling a bit playful. “A little of both, I guess”, you admitted. “I like to keep things tidy, but I might have done an extra sweep before you came over”.

Jensen chuckled. “Well, it shows. Your place looks great”.

You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks at his compliment. “Thanks”, you said softly.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, both of you sipping your drinks and stealing glances at each other. There was an unspoken tension between you, the memory of the kiss you shared lingering in the air. Jensen hadn’t kissed you when he arrived, and you found yourself wondering if he wanted to but hesitated.

For Jensen, the drive to your apartment had been filled with anticipation. All he could think about was the moment his lips would meet yours again. But when he saw you, looking so effortlessly beautiful, he found himself chickening out, unsure if it was too soon or if you even wanted it.

You broke the comfortable silence with a smile, wanting to ease any lingering tension between you and Jensen. "So, how did you spend yesterday?", you asked casually, hoping to shift the focus to something light and enjoyable.

Jensen's face lit up as he recounted his day. "Jared and I went jet skiing on the river", he replied, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "It's something we haven't done in a long time, just the two of us".

You nodded, imagining the scene. "That sounds like fun", you commented, genuinely interested. "Must have been nice to unwind and spend some time outdoors".

"Yeah, it was", Jensen agreed with a smile. "It felt good to do something different for a change".

As he spoke, you found yourself relaxing more, enjoying the easy conversation between you. The tension that had lingered earlier seemed to melt away as you both settled into a comfortable rhythm of sharing stories and laughter.

As you continued your conversation, moving from small talk to more meaningful topics, you found yourselves seated comfortably on the couch, facing each other. The atmosphere was relaxed, with occasional bursts of laughter and moments of shared understanding.

At one point, you mentioned your dislike for Harry Styles’ music when Jensen unexpectedly brought up attending one of his concerts. His explanation came swiftly, “It was for my daughter”, he admitted, his voice catching slightly in his throat. The admission slipped out before he could think better of it, and he noticed your surprised expression.

You paused for a moment, processing this new information. Jensen hadn’t mentioned having children before, and you understood why—he didn’t want to overwhelm you or potentially scare you off with his family situation.

“Oh”, you responded softly, trying to keep your tone neutral. “You have kids?”.

Jensen nodded, a mix of emotions flickering across his face—vulnerability, uncertainty, and a hint of worry. “Uhm… Yeah, I do”. he confirmed, his gaze meeting yours earnestly. “I haven’t brought it up before because… there was already so much you had to take in”.

You nodded slowly, trying to compose yourself. Jensen was indeed a grown man, but hearing that he also had kids added another layer of complexity and maturity to his character. It was a reminder that he had a life beyond what you had seen so far, with responsibilities and priorities that extended far beyond your budding relationship.

“Wow”, you finally responded, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice. “How many kids do you have?”.

Jensen shifted slightly, looking relieved that you weren’t reacting too negatively to the revelation. “I have three”, he answered quietly, his tone soft yet proud. “Two daughters and a son”.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. A playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked at Jensen, deciding to take a chance with a teasing comment. “So, you’re a real daddy, huh?”, you said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Jensen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a slow, amused smile spread across his face. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I see what you did there”, he replied, his tone playful yet slightly self-deprecating. “I guess I am”.

You laughed, feeling the tension ease as the mood lightened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, you said, still smiling. “But seriously, it’s really impressive how you manage everything. Being a dad and handling your career… it can’t be easy”.

Jensen’s smile softened, a touch of vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s definitely a balancing act”, he admitted.

Jensen saw an opportunity to delve into more personal topics, wanting to get to know you better on a deeper level. He cleared his throat, looking at you with a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his eyes. “But you’re not into that daddy kink stuff, right?”, he asked carefully.

You chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, blushing as you shook your head. “No, not really”, you replied, still smiling. “But…”. You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling shy and blushing even more.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in slightly. “But?”, he prompted, his voice soft and encouraging.

You took a deep breath, mumbling shyly, “But I am sure into dirty talk”.

Jensen’s smirk widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement and interest. “Oh, really?”, he said, his tone low and flirtatious. “Well, that’s good to know”.

Jensen leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased, “Well, someone’s full of surprises tonight”, His voice carried a low, suggestive tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You giggled nervously, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of bashfulness at his response. “I guess you could say that”, you replied coyly, meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye.

He leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “You know, I think I’m starting to like these surprises”.

You raised an eyebrow playfully, a smirk forming on your lips as you teased Jensen in return. "So, it seems dirty talk isn't a red flag for you either?", you quipped, your voice laced with amusement and a touch of flirtation.

Jensen chuckled, his eyes sparkling with warmth and desire. "Definitely not a red flag", he replied, his tone filled with playful confidence. "In fact, I might even say it's a green light".

You grinned, feeling a surge of boldness as you leaned closer to him. "Oh, really now?", you murmured. "Well, I guess we'll have to see where this green light takes us".

The air around you seemed to crackle with anticipation, the playful banter weaving a web of attraction and desire between you. Jensen's gaze held yours, his expression filled with a mix of admiration and a growing hunger for more.

Jensen's smile widened, clearly enjoying the effect his teasing had on you. “So, do you have more green lights for me?”, he asked.

Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but you didn't back down. Instead, you licked your lips slowly, meeting his gaze with a confident glint in your eyes. “Wouldn't it be more interesting for you to find out?”, you replied, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and desire. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Is that an invitation?”.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his proximity, his words sending a thrill through you. “Maybe it is”, you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable intent.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he held your gaze. “Then I guess I’d better start finding out”, he said softly, his voice laced with anticipation and a promise of more to come.

The air between you seemed to pulse with electricity, the playful teasing giving way to a deeper, more intense connection. Jensen’s eyes searched yours, waiting for your response, his touch a gentle yet insistent reminder of the chemistry that had been building between you.

Your heart began to race the moment Jensen’s touch connected with your skin. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck you, sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself, and mumbled, “We said we wanted to take it slow…”.

But Jensen’s response was immediate and decisive. With one hand cupping your waist, he pulled you gently but firmly onto his lap, pressing you flush against his solid chest. The sudden proximity made your breath catch, and you could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

“I know we did”, he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through your body. “But some things are worth speeding up for”.

He gazed into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. The intensity of his gaze made you feel as if the world around you had melted away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate bubble.

You swallowed hard, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. “Jensen…”, you whispered, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me if you want me to stop”.

But any words you might have formed evaporated the moment Jensen’s lips found the soft spot just below your ear. The gentle kiss sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

That simple, involuntary sound was enough to make Jensen’s arousal evident. You could feel his erection growing beneath you, pressing firmly against you in a way that sent waves of heat through your body. The realization made you gasp softly, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

Jensen’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding up your back, drawing you even closer, while the other gripped your hip with a possessive firmness that made your heart race. He kissed down your neck, each touch of his lips igniting a trail of fire on your skin. You arched into him, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as his lips found new sensitive spots, making you shiver and moan softly.

His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing the line of your spine, sending delicious shivers through you. The feel of his rough, calloused hands against your smooth skin was intoxicating, making you crave more of his touch. You could feel your own arousal building, a deep, insistent ache between your thighs that begged for relief.

Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent, his lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he sucked and bit gently. Each touch sent a spark of electricity through your body, heightening your arousal. You could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against you, the friction driving you crazy with desire.

With a rough urgency, Jensen’s hands gripped your hips and pressed you down more firmly against him, causing you to gasp at the intensified sensation. The heat between you was almost overwhelming, your bodies moving instinctively against each other.

You managed to find your voice, your breath hitching as you whispered, “We… we were going to watch a movie…”.

Jensen’s hands paused for a moment as he heard your whispered words, his touch lightening slightly but still lingering on your hips. His lips, warm and moist from kissing your neck, hovered close to your ear.

“We can still watch a movie”, he murmured huskily, his breath sending tingles down your spine. “But right now, I want you more than anything”.

You shivered at his words, feeling the weight of his desire pressing against you both physically and emotionally. Despite the initial intention to take things slow, the raw intensity between you was undeniable, drawing you closer with each passing second.

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts—desire battling with caution, yearning fighting against the need to maintain control. But as Jensen’s hands traced patterns on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles, it became increasingly difficult to resist him.

Jensen’s mind was a whirlwind of desire and need, his thoughts almost entirely consumed by the longing to be closer to you. As he held your hips tightly, feeling the heat between you, he could barely think straight. The urge to be inside you was overwhelming, an almost desperate craving that he couldn’t explain.

With more need, his hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. But just as he began to lift your shirt, a flicker of hesitation hit you. You placed your hands on his, stopping them from moving any further.

Jensen drew back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion as he looked into your eyes. “You´re okay?”, he asked softly, his voice a mix of concern and tenderness.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes meeting Jensen’s with a mix of vulnerability and nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “It’s been a while… I’m kinda nervous about it”.

Jensen pulled back slightly more, his gaze intent and searching. “How long?”, he asked directly, his tone gentle but curious.

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you cleared your throat, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Uhm… maybe three years”, you whispered softly.

Jensen’s face fell forward, resting against your collarbone as he let out a low, strained growl. “Fuck”, he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.. “You’re practically a fucking virgin all over again”, he said, his voice a mix of awe and frustration.

Jensen’s words hung in the air, charged with a mix of desire and concern. The thought of how long it had been since you last had sex turned him on even more, but he was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with it. He didn’t want to rush anything or make you feel uncomfortable.

Sensing your tension, Jensen sighed deeply, his breath warm against your skin. He gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a tender, understanding gaze. "You want to watch that movie now?", he asked softly, his voice laced with care and a hint of disappointment.

He hoped you might decline the offer to watch the movie, silently expressing his desire for more. But he also knew it was important to respect your comfort level and give you the space you needed.

You nodded softly, surprised by your own shyness. Jensen’s understanding and patience made you feel safe, but there was an unexpected fear lurking in the back of your mind. The fact that he was older and an actor, with undoubtedly more experience, intimidated you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been with women far more beautiful than you, and that thought scared you off.

Jensen swallowed hard, taking in your nod and the emotions flickering across your face. He could sense your hesitation and the underlying fears you weren’t voicing. “Alright”, he mumbled softly.

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of your insecurities, and Jensen gave you a small, reassuring smile. Trying to lighten the mood, he said with a low chuckle, “I could really use a whiskey now”.

You stood up, ready to get the whiskey for him, and as you moved to the kitchen, Jensen took the opportunity to adjust himself. He tugged on his jeans, trying to shift his erection to a more comfortable position. The desire was still there, but he wanted to make sure you felt at ease and not pressured.

In the kitchen, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, pouring a glass of whiskey for Jensen and one for yourself. You returned to the living room, handing Jensen his drink with a small smile. He accepted it gratefully, taking a long sip to steady himself.

“Thank you”, he said, his voice a bit more relaxed now. He patted the spot next to him on the couch, inviting you to sit back down.

You sat down next to Jensen, feeling the warmth of his body as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. You shot your whiskey in one go, the liquid burning a comforting path down your throat. Jensen chuckled softly at your bold move, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got”, he said, looking through the movie options. You tried to focus on the movie selection, but Jensen’s touch made it increasingly difficult.

Finally, you settled on a movie, trying to calm your racing heart. Jensen shifted slightly, pulling you even closer against him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 9

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