#mia when she has to respond to an ask.

[miahasahardname]

Julia TD really DID said thanks to you i'm saddled with unnecesary feelings

exactly. real canon and true.

#mia when she has to respond to an ask. #td julia #mkulia #total drama #td #total drama 2023 #td 2023 #ask answered!

[ja3yun]

The Doll House | M.List & Intro

doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: closed!! a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.

warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), subby!jake, oral (m. rec), slight throat fucking, whimpering and whining, pet names (baby doll, pup), begging.

wc: 7.7k

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synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, dom!hoon (i didn't mean this, it just happened), begging but not really, horror elements obvs

wc: 8.9k

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synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're on the hunt to find out how they became this way. in the library you stumble across something and you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return

warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom!jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m.rec), punishment, pussy slapping, begging, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, princess), mentions of fire and other supernatural elements, anything else lmk!

wc: 10.3k

release date: 7th May

synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion after a month but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house and how they came to be.

warnings: smut (mdni), oral (m&f.rec), throat fucking, rough, kinda dom!hee, doggy, choking, pet names (baby, angel), mentions of demons, revelations and conclusion

wc: tbd

release date: 14th May (subject to change)

synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and more

“How long for how much?” 

"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.

Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."

This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesn’t post an ad on the internet like a normal person? 

"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.

Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. £5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.

"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."

Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."

You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.

"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"

Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kim’s number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.

_____

The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.

The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.

The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.

“You seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,” she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“We said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,” you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; you’ll take anything at this point.

The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kim’s house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you. 

A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.

You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.

Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like you’re back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.

“We’re supposed to clean this every day?” you ask in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, “Surely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.”

With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one you’ve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.

A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.

You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.

Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird. 

As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

“My name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,” she explains.

Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.

Dolls. 

Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.

Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.

The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.

"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Soonyeol is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these ‘errands’. It's strange to you, why can’t her house stay stagnant for a month or two?

“There are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,” you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. It’s not exactly a young person’s hobby to collect these things - unless they’re haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.

She smiles fondly, “Yes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,” she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.

“She is fucking crazy,” your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger. 

As Soonyeol gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.

But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Soonyeol's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"

Soonyeol's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."

A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"

But before you can press for answers, Soonyeol is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.

Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.

A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.

Despite Mia’s step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.

“If you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,” she starts to dismiss you much to Mia’s relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out. 

As Soonyeol's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.

But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.

Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.

"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.

“I don’t exactly have anything to go back to,” you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend aren’t exactly something you can just upchuck.

"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."

Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.

You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.

Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Soonyeol and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing. 

Was he doing that before?

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen x reader #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jake smut #jay smut #masterlist #aj writes #i am excited! #; the doll house

[barefoothighlander]

never going back again - 02

summary: ghost finds himself at the wrong safe house, injured and unable to call for backup

simon ‘ghost’ riley x innocent fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), mentions of eating, nightmares, mention of alcohol, mutual pining

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It was the calmest he'd ever been, lounging around the cottage with you near, he wasn't much for conversation but he enjoyed asking you questions, how long you'd lived there,

"3 years next month, I bought it a while back after moving here on a whim"

What you did all day,

"Garden and read, lots of painting, even more cooking"

It was all so foreign to him, the idea of living one day at a time, not worrying about the outside world or whether or not your life was in danger, he'd realized quickly that this was the first time he felt safe in years, even with the looming threat of enemies outside and the lack of contact to his team. It did occur to him that if he didn't reach out eventually he would be labelled MIA, but to a man who wasn't even legally alive, the prospect of never seeing his team again didn't worry him a bit, what did worry him was the burning smell from the kitchen.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I was trying a new recipe, it's harder than it looks" You rush to turn off the stove, quickly pulling the pan from the surface and using a towel to waft the smoke.

"I thought you were good at cooking"

"No I said I liked cooking, not that I was any good" You huff while reaching to open the small window above the sink, allowing the fumes to migrate through the opening.

He leans his hands against the table "It doesn't look that bad"

"You're a terrible liar, has anyone ever told you that"

"Most say I've got a great poker face" He tilts his head, you respond with an unamused haha,

He stands to his full height, moving towards you "Let me"

"Let you what"

"Cook, I'll make dinner"

"Anything's better than this" You nudge towards the pan of burnt food, straightening your clothes before allowing him the step to the stove. You turn to sit at the table, watching as he moves around the kitchen with ease, grabbing ingredients from various spots while you point him toward the proper cabinets.

"Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Had to figure out a way to feed myself once I left home"

"They don't feed you at work?"

"They do, but it's mostly inedible, more nutrient based than anything"

"Did your mum cook?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, leaving you to realize the words that come from your mouth, your smile fading quickly, "I'm sorry I forgot"

"S'alright, she um, she didn't often but some Sundays she'd make a roast, best meal I ever ate"

He turns to you, his gaze soft as you smile slightly in response,

"Well let's hope her skills weren't wasted on you"

He laughs lightly, a real laugh before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the stove. You watch as he prepares the food for a few minutes, reaching across the counter to add spices,

"So what are you making?"

"I am making" He stops his sentence, turning off the stove and twisting to face you, "French toast"

"French toast?"

"I said I could cook, not that I know a lot of recipes"

You cover your mouth as you laugh, your eyes creasing at the sides as he places a plate in front of you,

"Well, it smells great"

The two of you dig into the food, your gaze focused on the plate as you allow him the privacy to lift his mask up slightly, revealing his mouth, falling into a comfortable silence as you eat, Simon smiles to himself as you make a small hum of approval,

"You can't be serious"

"What'd I do?"

"That's like a cup of syrup"

"So?"

"You're teeth are going to rot from your head"

"What if they already have"

You scrunch your face at the thought, "At least it'd explain the mask"

"You don't have to turn away you know"

You make a small huh? in response,

"When I pull on my mask, I don't mind you seeing parts of my face"

"I just assumed"

"I know, but you don't have to turn away"

"Okay" Your voice is smaller, intrigue and confusion mixed into it as you nod. “How’s your cut”

“Healing, thanks to you, still tender”

“Can I” You turn your eyes to his, standing from the table to kneel by his side, his breath catches in his throat as you lower your body, your fingers inches from his stomach.

He nods lightly in permission, lifting his shirt for you and settling it on his lower stomach, your fingers pressing gently on the sides of his wound as you inspect it. His eyes stare at your face, holding back a smile as you bite your lip in concentration, you stand, turning behind to grab some new bandages from the cabinet behind you before returning to your position in front of him.

You brace your fingers against his skin, tugging at his bandage,

“Sorry”

“Doesn’t hurt”

You tilt your head to him and he’s watching you, his eyes locked on your face, your cheeks flush slightly under his stare, turning your attention towards his wound as you dress it, pressing the bandage into his skin. You let your fingers linger for a moment, feeling his stomach rise and fall with each breath before you slowly pull away, standing up and nodding.

“That should do”

“Thank you”

“It’s nothing”

“Thank you” He repeats in a lower, softer voice as he lets his shirt fall into place.

"Any idea when your ear thing will work again?"

"You trying to kick me out?"

"No" You widen your eyes at your quick response, "Just, want to make sure there isn't someone at home missing you"

"There isn't"

You mouth a small oh before turning your gaze toward the window, "It's late, you should rest"

"Right"

There's tension between the two of you, neither wants to leave the others company yet at the same time, neither of you will do anything about it.

"I'll see you in the morning" You smile, passing through the kitchen towards your room and closing the door, leaving Simon alone.

He wakes in a blind panic, the sky outside still dark as he blinks his eyes, turning his head towards your door, he can hear you shouting, rustling around and without thinking he enters the room. Your limbs are twisted between the sheets, jolting around as you mumble, he takes a step back as you sit up, your chest heavy.

You clutch your chest at the sight of him, lurking in the doorframe,

"You scared me"

"You were having a nightmare"

"Yeah, they happen sometimes"

It's then that you notice he's not wearing his mask, the room is dark but there's enough light for you to make out the curve of his nose,

He scratches the back of his head, "Okay" turning to leave,

"Simon"

He lazily turns his gaze back to you, responding with a small hmm.

"Will you stay, it's just"

He cuts you off, "Easier to sleep with someone beside you"

"Please"

"Of course"

You watch as he crosses the room, looming beside your bed as you pull the sheets to cover you, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he settles in. He lays awkwardly on his back, his arms crossed over his stomach, you watch his chest rise and fall, without thinking you slide your palm against it, your fingers light on the fabric of his shirt as you move closer, pressing your chest against his side and resting your head on his shoulder. He snakes an arm around you, letting you nestle against him as his hand settles gently on your arm, his touch feather-light as he tries to keep a consistent heartbeat.

You must've fallen asleep shortly after, waking to the sun streaming into the room, your limbs tangled between his, both of you had turned in your sleep, his chest now pressed against your back as his arms held snugly against your waist. You can feel his steady breath fan across your neck, his face close enough that the tip of his nose grazes your skin, he's so warm, the sheets on the bed long forgotten in your sleep and the heat coming from him is more than enough.

You reach a hand to his arm, tracing over the lines of his tattoo and you feel him tighten his grip, his stable breaths now ragged as he wakes up. It takes him a moment to realize the position he's in, his brain doing little to comprehend the situation.

"Do you have something in your pocket?"

He pulls from you instantly, jolting upwards and turning around as you giggle,

"M'sorry" His voice is groggy, his accent thicker than usual.

"It's fine"

He keeps his gaze away from you, anxiously stretching his limbs before you realize,

"I'm gonna shower, I'll turn away so I don't"

"Thank you"

You can only see the back of his head, his blonde hair that's a mess, the outline of his head as he nods, shaking your thoughts as you move out of the room.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, hoping that he didn't get a chance to see you that morning either, your hair was everywhere, the skin under your eyes dark from your usual lack of sleep as you strip your pyjamas, turning on the faucet.

You stand in the warm water, letting it wash over you, hoping it would calm your rampant thoughts as you hear Simon moving around behind the door.

You step out of the shower, wrapping your body in a towel and smoothing your hair back before opening the door, the steam wafting from the small room into the house.

“Where’s the kettle?”

“Top left cabinet”

You stand in the doorway, your hands squeezing the water from your hair as you look at him,

“Thanks”

He turns quickly to you and his body freezes, his eyes glued to your practically naked form as you stand, the beads of water dripping from your warm skin.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yep, just making tea”

“Okay, bags are in the lower cupboard”

He nods awkwardly, furrowing your brows at him before turning around, he lets out a heavy breath as you leave, leaning back against the counter as he drops his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Shit” He mumbles to himself, adjusting his pants feeling them grow tighter as his mind runs circles around the sight of you, replaying the way your fingers traced over his skin, and scent of your hair as he rested his head against yours. He was awake most of the night, listening to you breath, smiling lightly as you mumble about nothing, you were soft, he’d never had soft before always jagged and dark.

His mind snaps back as you call from the other room,

“Are you any good at fixing things?”

“Depends, what needs fixing”

“The shutters outside, they’re falling apart”

“I could give them a look”

You appear in the entry, smiling at him, now clothed with your hair pulled back, he just watches you in awe, the fact that you could look so perfect no matter the circumstances, you could be caked in mud and still make his heart flutter.

The two of you sit for tea and chat about nothing, asking more questions that he dodges while you openly answer everything he had wondering about.

“I think you’re his new favourite”

Simon makes a small huh before you nudge your head toward his feet, the small cat nestling itself against his calf.

“Strange”

“He’s not strange”

“Not him just, I’ve never had a cat do this”

“Well get used to it”

He smiles under his mask, he could get used to this, spending his days with you, cooking and drinking tea, just enjoying each others company around the house.

“The shutters”

You set your cup down, nodding at him, “There’s some tools in the shed outside, not sure what’s left but maybe they’d help”

“I’ll get right on it then”

It was sweltering outside, the sun beaming down without a cloud in the sky as Simon tries to navigate his way around fixing the shutters. You see him through the window, his arms flexing as he unscrews some things and nails in others, you had no idea what he was doing but he looked good.

I’m hot, he must be hot you fan yourself with your hand, pulling the hair from your sweat glistened neck, eyes darting around the kitchen before an idea clicks in your head.

“Beer”

It’s the only word you can manage to think of as your eyes fall on him, somewhere in the last few minutes he’d stripped himself of his shirt, tucking the loose material into the belt of his pants as his sweat dripped down his skin.

“Cheers, love one”

Your throat dries, nodding as you extend a n arm toward him, the cold glass of the drink transferring to his grip as he tips it towards you in thanks, turning around to lift his mask slightly before taking a sip. Your eyes trailing down his muscled form, roaming over every ridge of his stomach before moving back up.

“Must be hot with the mask”

“Get used to it”

You take a few gulps of your own drink, running the glass across your skin in an attempt to cool yourself. He turns his gaze back to you, watching as you let the beverage run across your skin, leaving a trail of drips behind, he can’t tell if you’re teasing him or this is just how you act naturally.

“How’s it looking”

“Great”

“So you’re almost done”

“Huh?” His eyes pull back to yours,

“Are you almost done, it’s getting unbearable out here”

“Yeah, nearly there”

“Great, I’ll be inside”

The rest of the evening was calm, the two of you doing your best to stay cool in the small cottage as the sun set over the horizon, deciding on cooking something that didn’t involve the use of heat, settling on sandwiches for dinner.

“Mind if I shower, I’m covered in sweat”

“Yea of course” Your mind floods with the sight of his bare form, thankful that the hot air masked the flush of your cheeks, “Towels are in the washroom”

He nods, standing from the table to move toward the shower, closing the door behind him before turning it on. You blow out a long breath, bracing your hands against the table before turning your head at the sound of him wincing,

“You alright?” You call

“Yeah, just sore”

“Well hurry up, I’ll check your stitches”

You sit impatiently as he showers, nervously tidying the kitchen as you wait, your chest fluttering as you hear the shower turn off.

“Figured it’s easier if I just put my shirt on later”

He must be doing this on purpose, once again your eyes roam his form, his sweat replaced by dripping water as his freshly cleaned skin draws your attention,

“Sure, easier”

He sits on the couch, leaning back and positioning his arm against the top to allow you a better view to his stitches, to your surprise they’re doing well, no inflammation or bleeding, they look good.

“S’good, should be able to take them out soon”

“Great”

“Might leave a scar”

“Adds to the collection”

You pass your gaze over the skin of his chest, littered with scars, some small and others long, some old and some new.

“I’m fine”

“I know you are”

“It only hurts a little, when it happens”

“And someone did this to you”

“A few people”

“How many is a few?” You stare at him with rounded eyes,

“Nothing you need to worry about”

You soften your gaze, standing from the couch,

“I guess we should sleep now” His eyes follow your movements, he shifts in his spot trying to get comfortable,

“Simon, would you- nevermind”

“What do you need?”

“I felt bad waking you last night and I was thinking maybe, if we slept in the same bed I wouldn’t have any, you know”

“Yeah, I’d like that- you not having nightmares” He fumbles over his last words, trying to keep himself together at the prospect of once again having you close.

“Okay” You walk nervously toward your room, the simple action now feeling foreign as he trails behind you, “I’ll keep the lights off if you want”

He nods, closing the door behind him as you get into the bed, shuffling around a little before finding comfort in your position, you turn to your side but keep your eyes on him as he reaches to tug his mask off, your mind trying to piece together what he might look like behind the sharp lines of his shadowed face.

He sets himself beside you, moving an apprehensive arm under your pillow, making sure you were okay with it. You push back against him, your body perfectly slotting in front of his as his other arm settles around your waist, you hold it with your fingers, your thumb rubbing against the skin as you let out a small hum of satisfaction.

You’re asleep in no time, the warmth of the air combined with the comfort of Simon behind you lulling you into a dream while he stays up, his arms tucked against you, it was the most comfortable he’d been in years, maybe ever and be didn’t dare move, his body freezing everytime you moved a leg against him or squeezed his forearm lightly, they were like subconscious reminders that you wanted him there and it warmed his heart, melting against you as he tucked his nose against the nape of your neck, your hair brushing against his skin.

He wakes to an empty bed and a weight on his chest, opening his heavy eyes to the sight of Goliath,

“Good morning kitty”

He runs a hand across his back, smiling lightly as he purrs against his touch before he jumps off, startled by the sounds from the house. Simon quickly realizes that he’s not wearing a mask, it’s light out, and you’re not there, a small panic setting into his nerves as he stands.

He tugs on his mask and a shirt before leaving the room, pressing his side against the frame as he watches you move around the kitchen, steeping some tea while you clean up.

“Mornin”

You turn around with a wide smile, “Sleep well?” You ask, leaning against the counter,

“Best in years” He’s being honest, something about you was so comfortable, safe, he wanted to stay forever, if this was what life had in store for him then he’d accept it with open arms.

“Good, cause I think I found that wire you needed”

His heart sinks in an instant, “You did?”

“I think so, was tucked back in the drawer”

“Oh, I’ll see if it’s the right one then”

You smile, turning back to the kettle that had begun whistling as Simon panics, it was too soon, he wanted more time, he needed to figure out a way to stay longer, something good that would keep him here at least a few more days.

“The bathrooms got mold in it” It was the best he could come up with, he hated lying to you.

“Huh?” You turn with your brows furrowed,

“The bathroom, noticed it last night, I can’t fix it if you’d like”

“Are you sure, I didn’t see any”

“Easy to miss sometimes, it’s just near the drain, shouldn’t take more than a day to clean up”

“Yeah sure, just let me know what you need”

He nods, fighting back a smile of success behind his mask, excusing himself from your direct line of sight before internally celebrating, before stopping to think to himself,

Now I’ve gotta figure out how to retile a shower.

#cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #mw2022 #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost angst

[keerysfreckles]

omg hii i haven’t requested stuff before anywhere so idk if i’m doing this right but 😭😭 i would loveee a luke castellan imagine where it’s like an angsty friends to lovers with a happy ending… kind of like the song friends by chase atlantic idk sjdieie (ps i loveee ur writing ur so talented)

brutal — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (yknow the drill), slight cursing

a/n: did i watch mamma mia twice today? yes. will i watch it again tomorrow? yes.

masterlist !

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y/n l/n wasn't sure why luke castellan was acting weird. was it something she had done? maybe it's his time of the month. she'll never know because she's too afraid to ask. she hasn't seen the hermes' boy all day, and wasn't going to bother looking for him now.

y/n was supposed to be mad at luke. the two have been inseparable since they both arrived at camp. so she was pleasantly surprised when luke had just shoved her off whenever she asked if he was okay.

the girl busied herself this evening by collecting hay bales to bring to the stables. this was usually grover's job, but he was with percy and annabeth on a quest chiron gave them earlier that week.

she wasn't expecting any visitors, so to say she was taken aback by luke showing up would be an understatement.

"what are you doing here?" she asks, not bothering to look up from her wheelbarrow of hay. she continued filling it while luke walked closer to her.

"i wanted to check on you. you seemed to he distancing yourself today."

y/n scoffs, "i haven't been the distant one."

luke rolls his eyes, "what are you talking about?"

y/n doesn't respond.

"you think i'm the one being distant?" luke asks.

y/n shrugs before responding with sarcasm laced in between her words, "i figured since you haven't talked to me all week, and every time i asked if you were okay you'd turn around and avoid answering me. that's just a guess."

"i'm not trying to avoid you," luke responds, yet y/n scoffs again, not believing a word the boy says.

"you don't believe me?"

y/n finally looks at luke, "what was i supposed to think? that we were fine? while you were busying ignoring me and making me feel like a shitty friend?"

it's luke's turn to stay silent, which only makes y/n groan and go back to her task at hand. luke follows her. he grabs her shoulder to try and stop her. y/n only shrugs him off.

luke takes in a deep breath, "do you want to know why i've been so standoffish with you?"

"only if you don't avoid me this time, sure, have at it," y/n doesn't stop walking, and she can only assume luke's following her as his voice doesn't falter.

"i started realizing i have feelings for you," he pauses and y/n takes the silence to turn around. she drops the wheelbarrow and faces luke.

"i'm not used to it okay? so i- i figured if maybe i ignored you the feelings would go away. gods it's stupid, believe me i know. it hurt to see you get so upset."

"so why didn't you just talk to me about it in the first place?" y/n questions.

luke shrugs, "i was worried it'd ruin our friendship."

"oh so ignoring me wouldn't ruin it either? okay," y/n turns back around and starts pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the stables again.

luke runs his hands over his face in annoyance, "y/n can you please just listen to me? this is hard okay? i'm not used to liking anyone, especially not you."

y/n stops again, but doesn't look back towards luke.

"especially not you," luke repeats.

"would this be a bad time to say i've liked you since i first got to camp?" y/n still hasn't turned around, and her voice is quiet as she plays with her fingers as a distraction.

luke chuckles, and y/n can picture a blush is appearing on his cheeks.

"i wouldn't say it's the best time, but definitely not bad timing," luke jokes.

y/n finally turns around, with her arms crossed. luke has his hands in his jean pockets. the pair awkwardly stand four feet away from each other. the silence between them is defeaning, and they both know it.

four feet turn into three.

three feet turn into two.

two feet turn into one.

luke brings his hands up to hold both of y/n's cheeks.

"what are you doing?"

"kissing you."

before y/n can get a proper response out, luke pushes his lips against hers. it catches the girl by surprise. she kisses back, because she isn't an idiot, and her hands hold onto luke's wrist. luke pulls away first, and can't help but laugh at y/n's frazzled state.

"you alright?"

"i hate you."

but luke knew she didn't mean it.

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #luke castellan #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x fem reader #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x fem!reader #pjo #pjo tv #pjo show #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson #percy jackson show #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson series #percy jackson and the olympians show #percy jackson and the olympians

[aestheticaltcow]

Six Months

An attempt at some parenthood angst?

Similarly to the title, this fic has been in my WIP folder for a minute; it went through a handful of edits. I'd like to think this is good enough for y'all.

 Carmy sat in the office staring at the paperwork Sugar needed his signature on; when he saw the date on his phone, it hit him—today marked six months. Six months of parenthood and six months of celibacy, to say Carmy was sexually frustrated, was an understatement. “Hey Carm, did you- are you okay?” Sugar asked when she caught him staring blankly at his phone. He didn’t respond until she put her hand on his shoulder. Her touch snapped him out of his trance. He looked at her before quickly apologizing, “Sorry, what were you sayin'?” Sugar grinned as she patted his shoulder, “You okay, Bear?”

Carmy nodded and straightened up in his desk chair, “Yea- just thinkin’ bout the baby.”

Carmy got home from work late. He quietly slipped his jacket off, and hung it on the coat rack before removing his shoes. Walking down the hallway, he slipped into the nursery, knowing the baby would be asleep. He found it impossible not to be happy in her room. The walls were decorated with vintage floral wallpaper you’d bought off Etsy, it may have been a pain in the ass to put up, but Carmy happily obliged when he saw how happy it had made you. He crept to his baby girl’s crib and felt the day's stress disappear. She was peacefully sleeping in a light pink sleep sack, furiously sucking away on her pacifier. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he whispered. “I love you.” 

The joy of watching his daughter sleep faded away as he approached the askew door to the master bedroom the two of you shared. “I’m home, baby.” Carmy grinned as he walked toward the open closet door, “Hi, Carm.” you called from the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, you were brushing your teeth. As the mix of salvia and toothpaste residue dripped from your mouth Carmy’s breath hitched- was this enough to get him goin’? He shook his head as he pulled his shirt off and threw it in the laundry hamper before turning on the shower.

“How was work, babe?” you asked before bringing a small cup of mouthwash to your lips. Carmy watched as you swished it around your mouth and spit it into the sink. “Carmy?” you asked again; he swallowed. “Yeah, uh, it was good. Busy,” he answered as you hopped up on the counter. You were desperate for adult interaction after being home with the baby all day. 

“Mia, have a good day?” Carmy questioned. You nodded, “We did some laundry, then had mashed pears for lunch- she did. I had that leftover pasta sauce you made... Read a couple books and went on a walk... Then did her bedtime routine, and I worked on that stupid documentary I was telling you about.” 

As you recounted your day, Carmy nodded, but he was staring at your chest, barely hearing what you said. You’d been wearing one of his old T-shirts. He noticed how prominent your nipples were under the soft, worn-in material. He was captivated by the fullness of your breasts, and he’d do just about anything to touch them again. “Carm, you okay?” you asked, hopping down from the counter; he nodded. “Wanna get in with me?” he asked cocking his head in the direction of the running shower. You giggled, “Maybe next time, bear.”

“Oh fuck-” Carmy grunted as he worked his hand up and down his length. He felt like a teenager again, masturbating in the shower before going to school. However, now, instead of imagining the unrealistic scenarios he’d see in pornos, he had memories of you. Carmy thought back to the last time you’d really touched him. Heavily pregnant, hormonal, begging for his tongue and his cock… he’d expected a shift in your sex life as the two of you adjusted to parenthood, but this long of a dry spell was the last thing he’d expected. Carmy squeezed his eyes closed as he came down the drain.

~

“Good morning, princess.” Carmy cooed as Mia squirmed in her crib, trying to get out of her sleep sack. She spat her pacifier out and let out a gruggle. “So it’s one of those mornings?” he chuckled as he unzipped her. He watched her stretch before carefully picking her up, “See, you’re okay.” he rocked her gently before exiting the nursery and heading downstairs. 

You were making coffee and prepping a bottle for Mia as he entered the kitchen. “You’re off today, right?” Carmy nodded in response before handing you Mia. “You goin’ to work?” he questioned, as he got two mugs from the cabinet. You groaned in response, “Jenny called off, so I have to go in. I’ll be back before bedtime.”

“Well, looks like Mia and I are havin' some Daddy-Daughter time,” you smiled as Carmy gently kissed her head before going to get the milk from the fridge. When you’d met Carmy all those years ago at some trendy Chicago bar, you found him incredibly alluring. His disheveled curls, the mix of some musky cologne and cigarette smoke, the way his T-shirt wrapped around his muscular arms… he’d always been… sexy. But watching him interact with Mia was a different kind of attractive.

Carmy drummed his thumbs on the handlebar of the grocery cart. He scanned the shelf before him as Mia happily made her baby noises as she looked around the aisle. “Okay, princess… they don’t have almond extract. What kind of grocery store doesn’t have fuckin’ almond extract.” Mia put her hands out to Carmy, grabbing at the air. Carmy chuckled and ducked to kiss her cheek.

“Oh my gosh, she’s too precious.” a sickly, sweet feminine voice cooed from behind Carmy. He grinned when he turned his attention to her, “How old is she?” she asked. Carmy got a good look at the woman; she was pretty, but she wasn’t you. “Oh, uh, she’s six months,” he answered as the woman stepped closer. She smelled like cheap vanilla and a mix of flowery scents Carmy couldn’t place. Mia glared at the woman, and Carmy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m Selena. I’m in this parenting group. You should stop by.” she smiled as she looked him up and down. The attention made Carmy regret not regularly wearing his wedding ring. “I’m not really the par-” Carmy started to say before Selena cut him off. “I’m not takin’ no as an answer. What’s your number?” she handed him her phone. 

Carmy didn’t know why he gave her his number- could he blame it on feeling uncomfortable? Was that even the right thing to do? It’s not like he’d ever do anything with this woman. He’d never throw away his marriage to you by hooking up with some woman he met at the grocery store. The reality of Carmy's actions didn’t hit him until he was in the checkout line. He gave his phone number to another woman- was that cheating on you? Did doing that in front of his daughter make him a bad father? “Okay, your total is $63.82.” the cashier smiled. Carmy nodded and swiped his card. He needed to get out of there as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t run into Selena again.

~

It had been a couple of weeks since Carmy’s interaction at the grocery store. He’d noticed Selena’s text messages here and there. They seemed innocent until one Friday night, he was working late, you were home with the baby, and Selena had sent Carmy an explicit picture, hoping it would get his attention.

We’re both parents. 

I’m not looking for anything serious, Carmy…

My son is at his Dad’s place

Come over <3

Carmy stared at the messages before his eyes went up to the attached photo. Selena had the hem of her T-shirt between her teeth, showing off her toned stomach. He swallowed as he admired the contrast between her skin and the brightly colored fabric of her lacy underwear. He should block her. He should just delete the messages and block her number. He had a wife and baby at home—he couldn’t make this kind of mistake. He locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket before returning to the kitchen cleanup, “Hey Carm, I can finish this up. Go home.” Sweeps grinned as he attempted to connect his phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. Carmy grinned, “You sure, man?” Sweeps nodded assuringly. “I think I can handle this boss man.” 

You heard Carmy walk into the bedroom that night, “Hey babe!” you called as you put your blowdryer in its designated spot by the sink. As the bathroom door swung open, Carmy’s lips were on yours. The initial shock wore off as Carmy’s tongue invaded your mouth, and his hands pushed under the hem of your sleep shorts to grasp at your ass cheeks. Carmy pulled you closer to him, forcing you onto your tip toes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers delicately tangling in the roots of his hair. The passionate kiss ended when Carmy started to kiss down your jaw. A giggle escaped your mouth as his lips brushed against your earlobe before he nipped at your neck. “Carm-m what got into you?” you croaked as you adjusted your hips against his.

 “I need you, baby,” he muttered, lifting you off the floor. You squealed as he crashed down onto your mattress. He hovered above your body, staring into your eyes. “I need to be inside you, baby.” he swallowed hard as you bit your lip. “Carmyyy,” you giggled as you watched him pull his t-shirt off. You ran a finger down his chest, making him moan softly.

 “Let me make you feel good, baby…” Carmy whispered in your ear as one of his hands found its way into your oversized sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt his calloused fingertips graze your ribs. " I-I—" you studdered nervously. “Baby…please.” Carmy quietly asked as his lips brushed against yours. “No.” you whispered as you grabbed his wrist through your shirt, “What?” Carmy questioned as he stood up abruptly, “Did I do something? We haven’t done anything in like six months- clearly I did something wrong. Just tell me so I can fix it!” Carmy raised his voice as his eyebrows knit together in frustration. 

You propped yourself on your elbows and watched as he picked up his shirt from the floor, “Carmen, please don’t yell at me.” you said calmly. You watched as he rolled his eyes and paced before you, “Baby. I want to have sex with you. I need to have sex with you-” Carmy groaned as he pushed his hands over his face into his hair. Your eyes narrowed, “Carmen. I had a baby-”

 “I KNOW! I fucking know! You had my baby, but now you don’t even want to fuckin’ shower with me! I get it- pregnancy was hard, and then giving birth was hard, and now being a mom is hard.” Carmy started staring at the ceiling while he expressed himself. He took a breath and turned to look at you; regret washed over him when he noticed you were on the verge of tears. “Baby, please don’t cry…” he pleaded as he knelt by the bed. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away before he could grab it, “Sorry, I don’t want to fuck you after taking care of your baby all day.” you spat. Carmy closed his eyes and took another breath trying to compose himself before saying something dumb, “How dare I fail to meet my wifely duties.” you angrily laughed as you stood up. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared as Carmy got up. “Baby, I didn’t—" you cut Carmy off with a groan. “Shut up, Carmen. You don’t get to speak to me like that.”

Carmy sighed and stepped closer to you, as he reached out for your hips only for you to slap his hands away. “Don’t touch me.” you glared at him, “Fuck this.” Carmy muttered under his breath as he pulled his shirt back on over his head. “What do you mean ‘fuck this’?” you questioned as Carmy exited the bedroom, “I need air.” Carmy called back to you.

You moved to your bedroom window to see Carmy walking toward his car in the driveway. He got in and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. 

Send me your address.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmy smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fanfiction #the bear fx #the bear fan ficiton #the bear fic #the bear one shot #the bear imagine

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Some batfamily headcanon

They all have auditory processing disorder at this point, except for Damian and Duke

Damian is the youngest and Bruce and the others protect him most and Duke uses armor plus his powers makes him a little difficult to get hurt

Dick is partially deaf in his left ear and Tim is partially deaf in his right ear

Bruce and Jason suffer from chronic pain

If Steph or Damian just stopped and went into some blank state for more than two minutes call the most responsible adult near immediately, they are having an anxiety attack (they just freeze and stare at nothing, this is their anxiety attack)

Tim has narcolepsy actually this is why he has the worst sleeping schedule of them all

(Tim's narcolepsy may be undiagnosed, diagnosed but his parents hid the result, Tim refuses to take his medication because he believes he can "handle" it, it's up to you)

Jason, Cass and Damian have PTSD

(all of them have it actually, but these three have the worst attacks)

Dick emergency contact is Donna Troy

and it doesn't matter what the batfamily do or say, Dick is always puts Donna as his emergency contact

Damian emergency contact is Maya Ducard

Damian had a lot of nightmares in him early years, the family takes turns to take care of it

Jason and Damian have intrusive thoughts (hurt the others and hurt themselves, Jason villain era was basically 'I let my intrusive thoughts win' ) - today Damian handled it better than Jason did in the past (Jason I love you, but I will never forgive you for what you did to Mia Dearden)

Bruce created a lot of personas for his work and because of it Dick created the "hamburger theory"

If he accepts the hamburger and eats it with both hands it's Batman; if he starts eating his hamburger with fork and knife it's Bruce Wayne; if he's holding the burger with a napkin and smile it's Brucie; but if he rejected the hamburger just run, it's not safe near him in that moment

Dick made this theory when he still was a Robin and this is some 'don't tell dad' information between all of the kids

They usually share information with Cass in audio to help her understand, Babs still helps her with how to read but she prefers to use emojis or audio messages

Cass may or may not respond to their audio, but she will view it

Bruce and the others have no clue about Dick real health status because the only person who has legal rights to it is Donna and she doesn't share with them

One time Tim tried to steal Damian medical records to put in their data, he found out that Maya already did that and now she is the only person in the world legally allowed to have that information

Both Dick and Damian don't regret their decision because they really trust in their sisters more than the bats

(and yes, Bruce feels breyated because of this)

14!Damian is still a little afraid of sleeping, because he doesn't know what kind of dream he might have (he doesn't have nightmares like he used to, but the anxiety is still there)

Duke and Damian usually hang out more than the others; one time Steph asks why in the common channel and Duke only answers "you know that me and him are basically immortals, right? When everyone leaves, we'll still be here" (Duke is immortal because of his powers and Damian... Do you really think his family would allow him die?)

No one knows exactly the kind of shit Damian was submitted in the league and as Tim falls in get his medical records they'll never knows

The same applicants for Cass trying, what exactly Cain did with her is something she'll never tell

Jason actually has amnesia from his league days or some kinda of weird and very selective amnesia, everything just looks like a blur to him

Jason believes that he was hypnotized to forget everything or some weird magic stuff. But on some nights, in the silence of his room, Jason still seems like a fat baby lying near him, he wonders who is the baby and who they are now...

Some days, because of his chronic pain, Bruce uses a cane to walk around the house, but only inside

#dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfam headcanons #batfam

[doboosh]

hey im back again 🥹 Can i request somethinggg . I just saw this gif and I imagined Rich GF! Reader picking Wednesday after she did something stupid and dangerous again . Oh btw Reader is not from nevermore . Reader was like - "Hello my little Nightmare, Miss me?" 😭🔥 .

“Spoiled little devil”

Wednesday Addams x richgf!fem!reader

You’ve learned that your girlfriend has caused a bit of trouble at Nevermore, what’s better than to bail her out of that dreaded school and speak to her yourself

Warning(s); none, maybe a bit of cussing, teasing? If that’s even a warning

-

Yeah, you knew this would happen. With how much trouble Wednesday got into from her past schools, you had no doubt that she would cause the same amount of mischief at this one.

You sigh as you turn up the radio in your brand new car, your dad had gotten it for you for no reason. Not saying that you weren’t grateful.

You were so thankful for everything your family has provided for you.

You look over to the GPS as you drum your fingers onto you steering wheel to the beat of the song playing loudly in your ears. Only 15 minutes away, not if you speed a little. More than a little. A lot.

Oh god how you’re looking forward to seeing the look on your girlfriends gorgeous face.

This is going to be amazing.

Especially when you had called the headmistress before to ask permission to take Wednesday out of school, reluctantly she agreed, so now you have the whole day to spend much needed time with your little murderous tornado.

-

You pulled into the school, pulling down your expensive glasses as you got out of your car.

It was a tad bit chilly today

You grabbed a black present bag as you moved away from your car.

You smiled a bit as you made your way into the school, right before your opened the doors, Wednesday came barging out.

“Hello my little nightmare, miss me?” You giggled, opening your arms wide open for a hug.

Wednesday looked a little starstruck as she looked at you, but recovered enough to dive into your arms.

You kissed her head and laughed and she rocked you back and forth. “I got you a present, my love” you said as you caught your breath.

You grabbed said gift and handed it to her.

You could see her eyes shimmer just a tad when she got it into her hands.

She unwrapped it quickly and saw an expensive black sweater, you had got it custom made for her. Warm enough where she could stay bundled in her little mischievous expeditions, and cute enough where she could wear it out.

“Thank you cara mia” she whispered as she grasped the material in her hands.

“Anything for you my sweets”

“I want to show you my dorm, don’t mind the colors on the other side of the room” she said as she grasped your hand.

You giggled a bit as she tugged you along, “aren’t you allergic to color?” You teased, she looked back at you and shot you a teasing glare.

As you both made your way through the school, people stopped to watch the closeness of you two.

Your linked fingers somehow a jaw dropper to most.

-

“Oh how lovely, I love the room” you said as you entered the dorm.

You spotted a blonde haired girl who jumped at the sound of your voice.

“Wednesday? Who is this?” She asked, a smile slowly coming to her face.

“My girlfriend” she responded monotonously.

“Hi! Y/n L/n, nice to meet you..?”

“Enid! Enid Sinclair!” She said quickly, reaching her hand out to shake yours

“It’s nice to meet-“

“Okay, enough” Wednesday snapped, “let’s go out into town, I want to show you around the area”

“Alright my love” you said, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb.

-

Driving to town you had decided to ask her about what she’s been doing

“So why have you been getting in trouble my love?” You has asked curiously

“Solving murders”

“Wait what, murders? There was murders?”

“There still are.”

“Wednesday what!”

-

Just a little drabble!! Love y’all!

Bell 🤍

#ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #xavier thorpe

[miley1442111]

thank god for dr. spencer reid

a/n: this was written with a fem!reader in mind but imagine what you want, reader has a period (same girl) :) spencer us such a cutie in this :)))))))

summary: your shitty family is in town and spencer is away, what will you do?

pairing: spencerreid x reader

warnings: heavy family issues, mentions of stress and sickness, very brief mention of abuse (litch not talked about just referenced dw), kinda cursing (just realised i've never warned this before... opps) and i might've missed some!

My eyes are glued to the screen with a perpetual frown playing on my lips. It’s hard to try to care about my job when I have this looming feeling of dread hanging over me like a cloud. Spencer has been MIA for days now. He left in a hurry on Monday night for a case. It’s Saturday now and he hasn’t been responding to my calls. On top of that, I have dinner with my mother and father. Both of them make it abundantly clear that they’re disappointed in my career choice, which is ridiculous because I’m a lawyer. Not the right kind of lawyer they constantly say. I’m an environmental lawyer and I make good money. The only way to satiate their insufferable whining is with Spencer. They love him. They probably love him more than me at this point. Alas, I will just have to deal with them alone tonight. And today has already been one hell of a day. First, Morgan called me,asking where Spencer was, telling me that they finished and that they should be home soon. He had not come home yet. Secondly, I feel like shit, an allergic reaction, my period and some random nausea all add up to making me feel itchy, gross, and practically vile all over. Thirdly, a huge pimple has decided to pop up on my face and  just know my mother will comment on it. My mother is one of those women who look effortlessly put-together 24/7. I am not one of those women. She does not like women who don’t look effortlessly put together. Aka, she barely tolerates me. 

I sigh and close my laptop screen, unable to reread the same few sentences again and again, hoping that they would get into my brain. I’m defending a client, one of my firm's biggest clients, in court next week. They were accused of illegal dumping (dumping they did not commit) and now they’re being sued for 2 million dollars. I slump out of my desk chair and out of my home office, locking it behind me for the weekend ahead. If I have court next week and Spencer is coming home after a difficult case, then we’ll need a day or rest and relaxation together. That is, if he even bothers to come home. I busy myself with getting ready and try to push those thoughts out of my head. 

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The last hour of my life has been 60 minutes of absolute misery. Why did I ever accept this invite? My mother excuses herself to the bathroom and my father excuses himself for a cigarette, I nod along. Then it hits me… my dad doesn’t smoke anymore. I stare at the door and before I can stop myself my face contorts into a frown once again. Amelia, my sister. The sister that I haven't seen in years. The sister that bullied and abused me throughout our teenage years. Fuck. 

“Amelia?” I question, looking at the blonde woman who looks… different. She’s obviously older than I remember, and a bit more… I don’t know how to put it. Her blonde hair surpasses her waist and she seems to be pregnant? Her blue eyes seem dull and lack a certain vividness they used to sparkle with. She’s the typical peaking in high-school mean girl who became a nurse girl. I honestly can’t believe I used to look up to her. 

“It’s so good to see you!” She smiles, one of her fake-bitchy smiles and I grimace as she tries to hug me. “I just wanted to know how you’re doing, especially with the baby on the way, I’ll need all the help I can get!”

My heart drops. “Oh!” Is all I can manage. She sits in the seat beside me and I instinctively move further away. Just as I think this stupid dinner can’t get any worse, her pervy fiancé, Johnny, walks in.

“No Spencer?” He smirks. “What? Did you two break up? He was always too vanilla for you, you need a real man-” 

“No, sorry. I was just late. I had to come straight from the jet,” Spencer smiles from behind him. My parents' eyes light up, as Amelia and Johnny’s faces fall. I smile appreciatively at him as he hands the flowers he brought over to my parents and sits beside me, a comforting hand on my thigh. 

“How’s work, Spencer?” My father asks, his undivided attention on Spencer.

“It’s good, strenuous but good. Our cases recently haven’t been too difficult- though there was one that had a puzzle I thought you might enjoy…”

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I walk inside our house behind him, a million thoughts at once flowing through my head. We walk to the kitchen, he sits me down and takes off my shoes for me, a true gentleman. 

He presses a kiss to my cheek and smiles. “You look beautiful.”

I just nod back, a small smile on my lips. 

“Is everything alright?” He asks, turning to me, his hands resting on my waist. 

“Fine,” I tiredly smile. “Just… you know, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“You know, saying that makes me worry more, right?:” He smiles softly, though we both know he’s serious. 

“I just… I can’t believe she just showed up, like 7 years  of not seeing her and she just shows up? Like it’s casual? And then asks for our help with her baby? Like she did nothing to me? Like she-” I stop myself, determined not to cry right now. 

“Angel, it’s ok, let it out,” he soothes, a hand on my back, rubbing comforting circles. 

“I don’t want to cry though, they’re not worth crying over.”

“Then how about we get ready for bed, yeah angel?” He offers, a tired look in his eyes. I nod and press a soft to his perfect lips. He smiles against my mouth, his hands finding the sides of my face. I run a hand through his hair. He pulls away softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I smile. “Thank you for coming, my knight in shining armour.” 

“I enjoyed it. Watching your father fail to solve a simple puzzle was amusing.” He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eye as I roll my eyes. 

“We’re not all geniuses,” I remind him. 

“You are.”

“And how am I a genius?” I chuckle.

“You’re dating me, you clearly have superior taste and intelligence,” he says matter-of-factly. I gigle at his antics and kiss him again. He pulls away and grabs my hand, leading me into our room. We both opt out of brushing our teeth and washing our faces, a makeup wipe sufficing for removing my makeup. He pulls me into bed with him, and finally, after a long week, I finally lie down in bed with him, his arms around me in a bear-hug of sorts. This is heaven. He’s my knight in shining armour. Thank God for Dr. Spencer Reid. 

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #bau imagine #bau team #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #criminal minds imagine

[gracies-baby]

Pool Prank

(Jenna Ortega x Reader)

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"Hey, have any of you seen Jenna and Y/n?" Aliyah asks when she walks into the living room of the Ortega household.

"Uh, I think I saw them go outside. Careful though, they're probably having sex in the pool" Mia replies as she continues typing on her laptop.

"Ugh, thanks for that" Aliyah replies sarcastically before walking out the back door. She's met with the sight of her sister and Y/n sleeping on the inflatable bed they keep in the pool. Jenna has her laptop laying on her stomach with her arm around her girlfriend as Y/n lays her head on Jenna's chest.

"Aww, how cute" Mia says as she follows her younger sister out the back door.

"I'm not surprised. They had the met gala last night, they were out late" She continues before noticing the smirk on her sisters face.

"What are you thinking?" She asks with curiosity before she sees her sister grab a pair of sisters and stabs a hole in the inflatable bed.

"Aliyah! Are you insane?! They're gonna kill you!"

"How are they still asleep? It's gonna sink" Aliyah ignores her sisters remark before she realises something.

"Wait, we forgot the laptop" Aliyah says as she points to the laptop that's laying on her sisters stomach. Mia carefully leans over and pulls the inflatable bed towards her before slowly taking the laptop and pushing the bed back to the middle of the pool.

Y/n snuggles further into Jenna's chest causing Jenna to wrap her arms around her girlfriend tighter.

"Careful Mia! You nearly woke them!" Aliyah whisper shouts at her sister causing the older girl to roll her eyes.

"Give it another stab" Mia tells her sister as Aliyah walks towards the bed and stabs a few more holes in it.

The bed continues to lose air until it begins to sink under the weight of the two girls. Aliyah grabs a broom and gently pokes Y/n with it causing the girl to slowly open her eyes. The girls eyes quickly widen as she screams and shakes her girlfriend.

"Jenna! Wake up!" Jenna quickly sits up causing the bed to slip out from under them. They fall into the water before climbing out of the pool.

"Are you okay?" Jenna asks with concern as she grabs her girlfriends hand. Y/n nods before turning towards her girlfriends sisters.

"Why would you do that?! We could've drowned!" She yells with a laugh.

"You wouldn't have drowned. You're both strong swimmers" Aliyah responds as she rolls her eyes fondly.

"We were trying to sleep Aliyah. We're exhausted!" Jenna complains.

"I just wanted to spend time with you guys" Aliyah whines sadly causing a guilty look to appear on Y/n and Jenna's faces.

"I can't believe you fell for that! I just wanted to prank you!" Aliyah continues with a laugh before Y/n and Jenna roll their eyes. Jenna stands up and pushes her sister into the pool causing the water to splash all over her girlfriend.

"Jenna!" Y/n whines as she walks inside to grab a towel. Jenna walks towards her when she comes back outside and wraps her arms around her. Y/n pushes her away causing a pout to appear on Jenna's face.

"Baby, I'm sorry. She's just so annoying sometimes and you got caught in the crossfire" Y/n smirks before throwing some of the pool water at Jenna causing the both of them to laugh.

"Can one of you get me a towel?!" Aliyah calls out from the pool as Jenna and Y/n shake their heads before walking inside the house.

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell x reader #ellie alves #harley diaz #lorraine day x reader #tara carpenter x reader

[doctorsiren]

So I said this in the tags of my last post, but then I went wacky and doodled up some pages of this other AU idea that stemmed from the idea of that comic I did

In this AU, Miles goes to Diego Armando’s office a few weeks after the Fawles trial. There is no cocky, arrogant, or smug air about him like there was during the trial and instead he seems really shaken and nervous. Diego’s like “hey what’s wrong?” And Miles is quiet but then says that he needs help. He tells Diego that he can’t get the image of Fawles’s suicide out of his head and that he has no one he can talk to about this. Diego asks about Miles’s mentor, but Miles says that there’s absolutely no way he could ever go to his mentor for help with emotional stuff because it would show “weakness” and he also isn’t comfortable with von Karma. To make a long story short (because I’ve thought so much about this), Miles ends up pleading with Diego to protect him from von Karma just in case he goes after him for switching sides to be a defense attorney. He knows that von Karma will see him as weak and a traitor for switching teams after a single case, but Miles can’t be someone he’s not. Diego points out that Miles seems to be trying to be who von Karma wanted him to be. So he asks Miles what he wants to be, and Miles responds by saying he wants to be his dad (just like in my 1985 animatic 😭).

So Miles decides to renounce prosecution. He rips off his cravat and throws it in the garbage in Diego’s office and declares that he’ll become a defense attorney. He also asks Diego is he could be his mentor to help him in both being better at defense law and also just being better with interacting with people.

He joins the Grossberg Law Offices and works alongside Mia and Diego to gather evidence on Dahlia Hawthorne, as he now too believes that she has done terrible things.

After Diego is poisoned, Miles freaks out because people just keep dying or getting hurt around him and it scares him. (Oh…baby boy just wait until Mia dies too-)

He takes the case to defend Phoenix, gets TERRIFIED when Phoenix eats the poison necklace, and then at the end, Phoenix was like “oh wow! You’re a defense attorney now?? Lmao when did that happen??” Bc he had been too busy simping over Dahlia. But Miles tells him that he should still pursue law so that they could work together and also so that Phoenix’s law classes and studying wouldn’t have gone to waste. So Phoenix becomes a lawyer and works with Miles and Mia at the Fey & Co Law Offices until she dies and then it becomes Edgeworth & Co Law Offices because he had been a lawyer for longer.

I like the idea that in this AU, Phoenix and Miles obviously have huge crushes on each other, but these idiots still refuse to acknowledge or admit it <3

Also :((( when Diego wakes up, he still goes on his whole antagonist arc as Godot, and Miles refuses to tell Phoenix the truth about who he is. See, I also like the idea that in this AU, Nick and Miles are still as cagey with their past and truths as they are in normal AA

As you can see, I am perfectly normal !! I think about ace attorney a very normal amount!! 🤭

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #ace attorney au #miles edgeworth #diego armando #mia fey #phoenix wright #feenie #bratworth #narumitsu #wrightworth #prosecutor godot #maya fey #iris fey #franziska von karma #defenseworth au #ace attorney fanart #doodle pages #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #what should I call this AU??? for some reason i can come up with really good ones for other fandoms but I have a hard time with AA AU names #I mean one of my AUs is literally called ‘silly little monster AU’ soooo #he looks way too much like Milo Thatch /pos #I AM NORMAL!!! HEHEHE #dude how many AUs have I made in the past few days?? like 4 counting this one? and not counting SLM AU bc that started a month ago #for funsies!! we can combine this AU and the Godot AU I made and so everyone can be happy!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 #<- I live in a constant state of denial /j

[writing-rat]

Those Damn Edits

Pairings: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Content Warning: G!P Jenna Ortega, Jenna Ortega has a penis, Gentle Sex, On Set, Semi-Public, AFAB Reader

Summary: Jenna catches their castmate watching sexual edits of her...

WC: 1379

It was a casual day on the set of Beetlejuice. You were a side character, just one of the townsfolk. You was happy to be in the film though since you were around 1 of your favourite actors. Jenna Ortega. You smiled as you was on your phone on the side while Jenna had a scene with another townsfolk. You had on your headphones as you was just browsing through Instagram and taking photos before you was thinking. That’s when you was quickly switching to TikTok, thanking the gods that there was WiFi on set. You would be dead if not as you wanted to watch your Jenna Ortega edits in peace… well mostly since some people were still around.

You was halfway through a edit, unaware Jenna had finished her scene as you was transfixed by the edit. It was to the song ‘Treat Me Like a Slut’ by Kim Petras. You blushed as you was watching it. It was to scenes during Wednesday when she was injured at the end, but edited to make it look sexual as well as when she was Vada and got on top of Mia. You bit your lip before you was jumping at s touch. It was Jenna touching your shoulder. You jumped and quickly shut your phone off, looking at the up-and-coming actress. “Hey Jenna,” you spoke, trying to seem innocent. 

“Whatcha doing?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “Saw a video of me after all,” she added on. You froze and shook your head.

“No. Just was on TikTok and an edit of you came on,” you explained, trying to act like you didn’t like it.

“Show me?” she asked. Embarrassed, you nodded and disconnected your earphones then played the video again, embarrassed. It had the red heart and showed it was saved to a collection too. In your embarrassment you missed her smirk. “I see,” she spoke and was thinking. “Meet me at my trailer after my scenes are done? Director said he doesn’t need you anymore,” she spoke. You nodded, thinking you’d get in trouble. 

“Yes ma’am,” you spoke, showing more of your embarrassment. In response she just nodded and left.

-

At around 4pm, Jenna was back in her trailer where you was sat on her couch, just looking on your phone as you was still rather embarrassed. You was watching your favourite YouTuber this time though as you was relaxed. Again, you had on headphones so you wasn’t aware she was there until she sat next to you. You immediately pulled the earbud out and looked st her embarrassed. “Hey Jenna,” you spoke quietly.

“Hey Y/N. So… why was it saved?” she smirked out. 

“I just… have a little bit of a celebrity crush on you,” you decided to admit, thinking it would ruin your relationship. 

“I see… who doesn’t?” she spoke cockily. “Anyways, I don’t mind. You have caught my eye after all too,” she spoke. “Every movie you are an extra in, I catch my eye on you,” she added on to explain. You blushed and nodded. 

“I am safe to assume I can kiss you right?” she asked nervously, you noticed. That’s when you held her waist and kissed her gently. She smiled as she held your face and kissed you back, closing her eyes. You kept kissing a few more times before it slowly got deeper and deeper. By the time you had been kissing for 5 minutes, you was pinned down against the couch, her on top and her hand trailing your side under your t-shirt. She slowly pushed her hands up, groping at your chest as she was surprised to not feel a bra. “You wanted me so bad, hm?” she asked against your lip, looking at you. You was nodding as you opened your legs up a little bit.

“Yes ma’am,” you responded, leaning into every touch. That’s when Jenna pulled your shirt off gently and eyed your chest before she was gently sucking your neck. 

“I feel like we are going 0 to 100 in this relationship immediately,” she chuckled out. You was nodding. 

“I’m fine with it if you are,” you responded. She smirked.

“I’m more than fine,” she then spoke, taking off her own shirt and taking off her bra. You also eyed her chest before she went down again and sucked a hickey on your shoulder, pressing her erection against your thigh. You gasped before you was trying to push against it. She smirked, slowly tugging your sweatpants down with your underwear, just wanting you already. She also did the same with her jeans and boxers, leaving them at her ankles.

“You a virgin?” she asked. You nodded your head, blushing at the size. You wondered how you would take it. “You need to be stretched?” she added on.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you admitted.

“I’ll do it just in case then. That ok with you, Y/N? Safe word is pineapple,” she replied, to which you was nodding. Slowly but surely, she entered one finger, looking at you. You nodded your head as she was fully entering it. You shook yoir head once it was fully in, needing to adjust. She waited patiently and to distract you, she went up to your face and kissed you gently. You proceeded to kiss back as you held her waist. Soon she was moving it gently, still kissing you softly. You was moaning throughout. After a bit, you both had to pull away as she was slowly entering a second one. 

You moaned a bit louder as you arched your back, gripping her shoulders tightly. She was being careful and gentle as she thrusted it inside, glad she decided to do this. She soon used her thumb to rub at your clit. You saw stars as you couldn’t help but cum at that. “Sensitive little thing aren’t you?” she asked quietly to which you nodded. During that time she added her third finger and was certain she’d fit then. “May I enter you?” she asked quietly.

“Please do. I’m on the pill too,” you spoke, adding the last bit as you saw her about to grab a condom. She grinned and nodded before she carefully guided herself inside. You hissed in pain once she was halfway in. “Stop for a moment. Need to adjust,” you groaned out. After a minute, you nodded for her to move as she was slowly entering more inside. Eventually she was fully inside as you shook your head. “No moving plesse. Need to adjust,” you grunted out. 

“Of course. I’ll wait as long as you need to,” she spoke gently, rubbing your clit as she was kissing you gently. You gasped in the kiss as you held around her shoulders. You soon nodded in the kiss to which she moved slowly. She was doing slow, gentle thrusts as you both moaned in the kiss.

She was eventually speeding up but still gentle. “You can go rougher babe,” you moaned out. Nodding, Jenna got a little rougher as she moanded more.

“You feel so good,” Jenna moaned out as she was thrusting faster, causing you to gasp and hold on tighter. 

“You fill me so well,” you groaned out loud as you arched your back, your chest pressing against hers. That’s when she groped your breast and rubbed your nipples. Whining, you was leaned into the touch even more. “Please go rough and fast, you can now,” you whimpered out. Jenna was in shock before she nodded. That’s when she was thrusting harder and faster, moaning loudly while doing so. You was also the same volume almost, before you came all over her dick, where you was much louder. Due to the clenching Jenna also came inside as she held you tighter and closer.

 

You panted as you was both soon laid down on the couch. “Did we really just fuck on a couch?” you then asked, starting to laugh. Jenna laughed too and nodded as she held you. “Yep, and I’d do it again for you,” she spoke with a smile. You smiled and kissed her. “So we are official right?” You asked. Jenna nodded.

“Of course we are. Next time let’s go for dinner and drinks,” she spoke. You nodded, agreeing.

#g!p jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader smut #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader #ratboy writes #ratboy writing

[highvern]

Does Your Mother Know?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: smut, porn without plot

Warnings: Age gap (reader is like 35ish and Wooyoung is 24), divorced!reader, cabana boy!Wooyoung, an insane amount of sexual tension, egregious use of the word “ma’am”. breast play, exhibitionism, teasing, hand job, dry humping, oral (f receiving), panties used in unintended ways, cum eating, praise and degradation (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, unspoken cougar kink from Wooyoung, multiple orgasms, sub/brat Wooyoung, dom reader

Length: ~6k

Note: NOT PROOF READ!!! literally based on "Does Your Mother Know" by ABBA (the Mamma Mia version SPECIFICALLY.). @mingyuonthemoon please tell me you understand the vision lololol

This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!

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“Ahhhhh! Look at you!”

“Look at you!” You respond, pulling Mina in for a tight hug.

It’d been years since you’d had the pleasure of her company. Finally free from the grump who was your ex-husband, you’re ready to spend a summer tanning on the beach and drinking away the nights. No one but you and your best friend.

Mina interlockes her arm with yours, tugging you along for an impromptu tour. Immediately a short man with shaggy hair steps in your path, positively beaming with a shit eating grin.

“Y/N, this is Wooyoung. He’s in charge of taking care of you. Your personal attendant for the summer.”

Oh.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Wooyoung smiles, hand reaching out for a gentle shake. “If you need anything, I’m your man.”

Something in his tone heats your belly. A tease in his words, the dangerous glint in his eye as he stares you down. He’s gone as soon as Mina dismisses him with orders to handle your suitcase, flashing a brazen smirk and wink that could only mean one thing.

“You’re drooling.”

Batting at your cheek, you glare at her when she laughs.

“Listen, I get it!” She defends, continuing to tug you towards the center of the plaza. “He’s a cutie and he knows it. But Wooyoung is the best here and I thought you deserved something nice to look at while relaxing.”

“I’ll be sure to send you a thank you card.”

“Ahh, but this is my thank you for getting the old grump to invest before getting divorced.”

“At least he’s useful to one of us.”

“Speaking of usefulness. How long has it been since you’ve had something other than the gross four minute hump and dump from Seungcheol?”

“None of your business!” You roll your eyes. “Just show me all the things you bought with his money.”

Mina continues to gush about the recent improvements. A sparkling fountain serving as a centerpiece of the hotel layout, beautiful in the afternoon glow. A second block of rooms to meet the extensive waitlist to stay at Baia delle Perle. And the pristine cabana’s lining the pool and beach below, white sheets providing privacy to the inhabitants. 

—

True to her word, Wooyoung is the best attendant you could ask for. Half of it is the fact that this is his job and he’s getting paid extra to follow you around like a puppy rather than do his usual chores across the villas. The other half is an intense infatuation with you.

Despite popular belief, he doesn’t sleep with the clientele. Maybe some indulgent flirting here and there with disillusioned housewives or a cheeky wink at a woman old enough to be his grandmother but Wooyoung isn’t desperate enough to pimp himself out for a tip. He makes enough money operating on a strict look but no touch policy. With you it’s different. 

The need to prove himself heats his blood. Every approving smile, every thank you when he surprises you with exactly what you didn’t know you needed. And when he overhears you showering him with praise about how good he was at his job to Mina, Wooyoung sprinted to his room and rubbed one out to the fantasy of you telling him how good he was in a much more indecent setting.

He’d like to think the thoughts swirling in his head are also making an appearance in your own. Tugging on the thin strings of your barely there bikini till they let him see the scant inches of skin they manage to cover. Giving you exactly what you ask for on one of the cushioned pool chairs. Take the time to ensure you get everything you need in the privacy of your suite.

But you meet each tongue in cheek comment with a sharp look, letting Wooyoung know you're more than aware of the feelings driving him wild. And you brush him away anytime he tries to press forward. 

Good thing Wooyoung loves the chase.

“One mojito for the special guest.”

You smile politely at him while taking the cold glass. “Thank you, Wooyoung. Oh shoot.” 

A tiny pool of liquid splashes between your breasts, a freezing stream slipping down your sunheated skin. Wooyoung desperately wants to clean it up with his tongue. But you haven’t given him the greenlight yet so he simply pulls out the towel he keeps tucked in his back pocket for occasions such as these.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to get you messy/”

“Not your fault! I’m just a bit clumsy.”

“I’ll help!” Wooyoung chirps, set on patting you dry as he raises the cloth to your chest.

“I can handle it.” You object.

But Wooyoung doesn’t listen and you don’t try to stop him as he wipes down your front. The rough cotton scratches against the sensitive skin of your sternum, goosebumps surging to the surface with each pass. You can feel the weight of his hands on the other side of the towel, the curl of his fingers holding the fabric. 

He’s unnecessarily thorough. Swiping at your stomach with the excuse of a few rogue drops before working back up to your breast. The little shit even has the nerve to smile at you when he announces “all done!” brightly. Like he hadn’t just felt you up.

But before he can move away, you snatch his wrist and tug him back down to eye level. Wooyoung looks like a starved wolf eying a steak, hopeful this is when you’ll finally give him a taste. But if he wants you then he’ll have to work for it. And you're aching to see just how far you can push him before he breaks.

“Did you need something else, ma’am?”

“Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned, Wooyoung.” You warn, smiley venomously as his stomach clenches under the drag of your finger against the waistband of his shorts.

And then as if it was all a dream, you let him go and grab your book. You ignore Wooyoung’s look of pure disbelief as you find your place; resolved to ignore him and the entire interaction just to see him squirm. So dedicated to the charade you almost miss Wooyoung’s whispered response as he turns to leave.

“Looking forward to it.”

—

Round two of your game with Wooyoung happens later that week. Both of you pretended the incident by the pool never happened. If you can count the way Wooyoung devours you with his eyes when no else is around, or how you’ve fished out the tiniest bathing suits from your luggage. One big game of chicken with no clear victor yet as you push each other fold. Today you want to change that.

“Wooyoung?” You call from your chair.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you help me?”

His footsteps echo against the wooden floor as he approaches, “Sure! What’s up?”

“I can’t reach my back.” You say innocently, handing him a bottle of sunscreen.

It’s not subtle but just plausible enough to deny ulterior motives. Eyebrows kissing his hairline, Wooyoung clearly sees through your facade.

“Of course,” he coughs.

You hear the click of the cap just before you feel the cool cream against your skin. Jumping at the contact, Wooyoung chuckles behind you at your reaction. His palms warm it up quickly as they massage across your back. A knot along your spine becomes Wooyoung’s new focus as the lotion settles in, allowing his thumbs to work it apart.

A sigh is out of your mouth and in the air at the delectable pressure.

“Someone’s tense.”

“Maybe I should book a massage at the spa.”

“Or I can help you out.”

You moan as the tips of his fingers stretch around your sides to skim the border of your triangle bikini top, nails scratching along the hills of your breast. Wooyoung returns his hands to your shoulders, thumbs unknotting all the muscles he’s unknowingly responsible for tightening. Melting in his hands, you close your eyes and enjoy.

Eventually, your back is taken care of but you’re still desperate for more. Chancing a look over your shoulder, you find dilated pupils and low lids mirroring your own.

 “Can you get my front too?”

Gently, Wooyoung assists in flipping you over. He takes his time pouring more sunblock into his hand, palms rubbing together before stretching across your stomach to start mapping your skin. The curve of your hip fits perfectly in his grip. All you can think about is how helpful that’d be if you were sitting on his cock. Head lulling back, you let Wooyoung do what you’ve learned he does best: take care of you.

“More?” He rasps.

“More.” You sigh.

You're still in public. Hidden in the gossamer curtains of your private cabana, faraway from everyone else but public no less. Anyone could walk up at any time and push the curtains aside to find Wooyoung slipping his hand under your bikini to massage your rounded breasts.

Biting back a gasp, you swallow as the slick of greasy lotion allows Wooyoung to glide his thumbs over your taunt nipples. The twinge of pain forces your back into a harsh arch and your eyes shut. You want to moan his name but the thrill of getting caught becomes much less sexy and incredibly terrifying at the idea.

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. You’d never felt like this even in the most lovely fleeting moments of your marriage. Seungcheol never made you want him so much you were willing to beg, so wet he could slip right in to split you and half. 

Wooyoung fingers continue their laborious pace, still holding on to the gause of helping you apply sunscreen as he squeezes a cool line across your legs; resembling something far lewder that makes your brain spin.

“Here too?”

“Mhm!”

The insides of your thighs melt under the new attention. He starts at your knees, bending each leg individually to torture you. You thrash at the gentle caress of the breeze against the damp crotch of your bikini. But Wooyoung won’t be interrupted as he focuses on the task at hand, kneading the tight muscles harder while you quiver in under him.

He hasn’t even kissed you when one finger strokes your covered core before he dips away.

“All done!” 

You want to slap the shit eating grin right off his face. Of course the tease would work you up just to leave you wet and wanting for the rest of the day; more ambiguous promises of what could be happening but you won’t fold first. Wooyoung wants to play this mind melting game and you’ll show him you’re the master.

—

The next time you're alone with Wooyoung, you already have a plan in motion to get him on his knees.

Two days after the incident by the pool, you’re cocooned under the blankets until the last possible moment. He hadn’t come to your room to check on you yet and you used the uninterrupted time to soak in the biting streams of the shower. Mina mentioned something about getting lunch in a text but provided no solid details. She’d been too busy running the resort to spend much time catching up. But a meeting with investors was canceled and freed the rest of the usually busy day for her. No doubt Wooyoung would show up to escort you wherever you were supposed to meet Mina for a meal.

Primping in the mirror you take in the glow of your cheeks and glimmer in your eyes. It’d been a long time since you looked so… alive. A miserable marriage drained the life out of you like a parasite. But sunshine and sand had been a perfect cure.

A knock at the door breaks your trance, no doubt Wooyoung from the unique rhythm he always announced himself with. The sound of the door shutting lets you know he’s invited himself into the empty bedroom.

“Wooyoung! Can you come in here please?” You called.

The shuffling of his footsteps reach your ears before you see him but when you do you smother a laugh. Wooyoung chokes on air when he spots you. Hands holding your top to chest, the back open and slack to reveal nothing but uninterrupted skin that disappears under your skirt. How easy it’d be to drop the entire thing and let him see exactly what he’d been playing with those days ago.

“I can't reach the zipper. Would you mind helping me?”

Wooyoung’s head nods so hard it must hurt his neck as he stumbles up behind you. For someone who talks a big game, getting a reaction from him is surprisingly easy. Watching him in the mirror, you see his adams apple bob with a harsh swallow before shaking fingers clench the fabric to hook the zipper. To make things harder for him, you lean forward to put your weight into your hands on the counter. Wooyoung falters at the arch in your spine and how it curves your ass towards him.

Dipping your head to hide the smirk cutting across your cheeks, you coo at him. “You’re always so helpful, Youngie.”

His hands falter under the mocking praise, successfully jamming the zipper. Cursing under his breath, he crouches to get a closer look and the caress of his breath on your spine threatens your control.

“Sorry,” he apologies, voice thick.

“Don’t worry about it! This top just so tight and it makes it so hard to get it on. Just go nice and slow, yeah?”

The sharp intake of breath behind you sends a wave of satisfaction through your core. Fixing the zipper takes much longer than needed, Wooyoung crumbling under your watchful eye in the mirror. Finding a new opportunity to torture him, you bat away his hands before wriggling the top until the zipper sitting between your breasts. Working the sides apart, you spin to hand the piece of fabric back to Wooyoung, naked from the waist up. 

“Try again.” 

Wooyoung doesn’t seem to recognize anything beyond your tits until you press the top into his chest. Snapping out of his daze, you smile at him as you turn back around towards the mirror.

His arms reach around you to pull the shirt taunt across your front, his chest pressing against your naked spine, skin on skin thanks to his insistence on using only the bottom two buttons to keep it his own top closed. You can see the way his fingers twitch to feel you, to bend you over the sink and end the charade with a thrust of his cock; and your smirk tells him you know just how much he wants to.

By the grace of God, he manages to zip your top without another mishap. Turning this way and that in the mirror, Wooyoung simply watches with his hands on the sides of your hips atop the counter, pinning you between his body and the marble but not touching you. 

Turning to face him, you smile at the pinched expression clouding his features. “Thanks, Wooyoung. What would I do without you?”

Arousal rolls off him in thick waves, each shudder breath shaking his chest like he’s being held back by an invisible grip he desperately wants to break out of. 

“You’re so tense, Youngie.” You coo, tickling your nails across the side of his neck before letting them skate down his rippling stomach to skim the waistband of his shorts. “You need to relax.” 

The heat of his flushed cheeks burn against your palm as you cup his face. Wooyoung grinds his teeth as you taunt him with a soft squeeze around his half hard cock. “And you're burning up! Are you feeling okay?”

Beads of sweat bloom on his forehead when you dip into his underwear, met with the smooth velvet of his length across your knuckles. Eyes not leaving his, you feel his cock bob free when you force his shorts and boxers down clumsily. You dig your thumb into the weeping slit across the head to collect sticky pre-cum to ease the harsh friction. And positively beam at Wooyoung as his knees buckle with a strangled cry.

“What’s wrong, Woo?” You ask, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe. 

Each breath has his shirt brush against your chest, his exhales whoosh down the side of your neck. Tightening your pointer finger and thumb into a ‘O’, you fuck his cock through your hand until Wooyoung twitches frantically against you. And then you let go.

“Oh wow look at the time!” You gasp, checking the delicate silver watch circling your wrist. “I’ve got to meet Mina for lunch.”

Pinching his cheek between your fingers, you hold him in place to watch as you suck the evidence of his arousal off your thumb before twirling towards the door. “Bye, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung simply stares as you leave, mouth gaping and utterly speechless with his cock still out. The latch of the bathroom door unlocks the snicker you’d been choking on. 

—

Beams of purple and blue light swirl across the dance floor, casting the crush of bodies in an underwater glow. Mina insisted you attend the staff party this evening, a combination of her birthday and celebrating the grand re-opening. No one batted an eye at your presence. All the staff eager to blow off some steam after a stressful week, letting loose on the bosses dime. 

You’d also found the indulgence of an open bar too tempting to pass up. A glass of red wine taking the edge of your incredibly tense shoulders.

“Is there a reason my best employee is watching you like a hawk?” Mina asks over the rim of her glass, smirking in your direction.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really? So I should ask Wooyoung why he looks like a love sick puppy?”

Eyes wide, you tried to hide your embarrassment by flagging the bartender down for another drink. But Mina waves him off.

“So something is going on. Interesting.”

Glancing her way, you ask. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? You’re both adults. Just don’t fuck him in public and make me call the cops. Now, go take care of lover boy before I throw up.”

With Mina’s permission, you itch to do just that. The last gulp of your drink goes down smoothly as you rise to leave. You’d pointedly ignored Wooyoung all night; one glance at the start of the party had been enough temptation for a lifetime. He looked like sex on legs; shirt unbuttoned to his stomach, hair tousled like someone ran their hands through it over and over. It wasn’t fair.

Squaring your shoulders, you find him leaning against a pillar right where you’re headed—watching you down the tip of his nose with his arms crossed. An arched eyebrow is all the invitation you provide as you saunter past him and into the cool night. 

Each step towards your suite echoes behind you, Wooyoung following closely. Goosebumps prickle across your shoulders, smothering your desperate attempts to breathe as he stalks you like a predator and you’re his prey.

How wrong he is.

You chance a peek behind you as you make it to the door of your villa. Wooyoung stands a few feet away, still watching you as you step inside.

“Are you planning to stand there all night or are you gonna come inside?”

He explodes with a swiftness you’d never witnessed before. The ungiving wall bites into your back as Wooyoung pins you, mouth on yours. 

All the waiting, all the teasing, had been more than worth it with how he takes your breath away with each pass of his lips. Mind dull from bliss, you don’t feel Wooyoung’s hands slipping down your sides to bunch your dress out of his way; a muscular thigh making its way between your spread legs, flexed for you to rock against. 

You don’t care that anyone can walk by the still open door and see the debauchery taking place. All you can think about is letting Wooyoung spinning you around, crowding you against the wall as he flips your skirt up, and fucking you until you can’t see straight. And if the hard lump pressing into your leg is any indication, Wooyoung is thinking the exact same thing.

But you promised Mina you wouldn’t.

“My room,” you groan into his mouth after another rough pass of his thigh.

Wooyoung either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t care, dropping to your neck to nip at your jugular. You try again but the words die on the tip of your tongue as his hands drop to harshly squeeze the supple flesh, pulling you against his thigh again.

Laughter chimes in the distance, loud enough to hear of the deafening rush of blood in your ears. Your room is in the last building, right on the edge to overlook the sprawling sea. No one has any reason to come out this far but the potential of being caught in such compromising positions makes you desperate for the safety of your room.

“Wooyoung.”

He grunts, this time rubbing his hard cock against you as his head drops into the curve of your shoulder. “Fuck, love it when you say my name.”

Winding a hand into the base of his hair, a sharp tug pulls him up to eye level. 

“My room, Wooyoung.” You say, eying the door again.

He blinks at your words until his brain finally catches up. Fingers tangled with yours, Wooyoung drags you down the hallway until the wooden door of your suite comes into view. He plucks the key out of your hand, unlocking the door and ushering you inside. The wood rattles on the hinges as he kicks it shut but you're both so lost in another heated makeout you don’t care.

You’re losing your nerve with each pass of his tongue, melting into his hold until the edge of the mattress presses into the back of your thighs. Wooyoung tries to push you down into the cushion and that’s the wake up call you need to remind you both who’s in charge.

“Wait.”

“What?” Wooyoung pants, staring at the finger you’ve dug into his chest.

“This is how it's going to go. “ You start, tracing it down the planes of bare skin as he shudders. “I’m gonna tell you what to do and you’re gonna listen. Okay?”

His eyes rise to meet your’s, a challenge burning behind them. “And if I don’t?”

“Then, I’m sure someone else will.”

You both know it’s an empty threat. An unsatisfactory ending to the cat and mouse game you’ve been playing for the past week. But if you’ve learned anything about the young man so eager to bed you he’ll agree to anything you say, it’s that just because Wooyoung is agreeing to your conditions doesn’t mean he isn’t going to have some of his own fun too. And that’s what you truly want to see.

“So if I say jump?” You smile.

“How high?”

Pinching his cheeks to pucker his lips, you reward him with a sarcastic praise. “Good boy. Now sit down.”

You take your time removing your shoes, enjoying how each minute makes Wooyoung more and more impertinent. He isn’t vocalizing his displeasure in having to wait, clearly afraid you’ll make good on your threat, but it bubbles under his skin. The inferno of his gaze blisters your skin as he watches your every move. Removing your jewelry piece by piece, going so far as you straighten everything out on the dresser just to hear the sharp breath Wooyoung releases. 

But he’s good the entire time and it both disappoints and pleases you.

Turning to face the bed, you stalk towards him. Wooyoung manages to keep himself in check until you’re standing between his spread legs, a manicured nail scratching across the jut of his collarbones revealed by the split front in his button up. Lungs expanding under your coy touches, you smirk right in his face and annoyance erupts on his face.

“Take this off.” You demand.

Popping open the last buttons at the bottom, Wooyoung all but rips it off in an effort to please. His eyes are wild as he anticipates what comes next. 

“Now take off mine.”

You bite back a laugh at Wooyoung dolling the same frantic swipes at your clothing. Ungraceful yet effective. The extensive collection of fancy lingerie you collected over the years sits in your closet at home but Wooyoung reacts to your simple black cotton bra and panties with the same enthusiasm as if you wore the nicest silk teddy.

“Do you wanna touch me?”

Eyes glued to your chest, he nods.

A finger under his chin forces Wooyoung to meet your stern expression. “Words.”

“Yes ma’am.” Wooyoung nods again.

“Yes, what?”

“I wanna touch you.”

“Then do it.”

The cool sheets feel delicious against the hot skin of your back as Wooyoung crowds over you. His mouth is yours, sucking the air from your lungs with a lick of his tongue across the curve of your lower lip; teeth razing across it gently. The hand not holding him upright grapples your leg, twisting it around his waist and allowing the weight of his cock to press against you. 

You’re content to let him take the lead for now and Wooyoung jumps at the chance to prove how good he can be without your directions. His hands stay firmly planted next to your head, caging you in as his tongue does absolute sinful things to your neck. Each gasping breath and stuttered mewl incited another rough cant of his hips into the sweet heat of your thighs. 

As anticipated, Wooyoung does nothing less than worship your body. His hands memorize every curve and dip, mouth etching down your chest before honing in on your breasts. Wooyoung has all the time in the world as he presses sweltering kisses across the swells of flesh— sucking a bruise across the side you’ll have to hide later.

“So good, Youngie.”

Pulling his hair with the praise results in a hiss against your chest and an aggressive press of his cock before he slithers down to the apex of your thighs. Wooyoung kisses your clit over the material of your panties, sucking against the fabric to tease you while his thumbs find their way under the band at your hips. A strangled moan rings out when he licks a slow strip up your covered cunt. 

“Go ahead, baby. Want you to taste me.” 

Lifting your hips to help him is moot as Wooyoung rips the crotch of your panties open, the elastic waistband still cutting across your hips. You’d reprimand him for the way he shreds such a loved pair of underwear but you're so desperate for relief you don’t care especially after such a primal display of strength. 

He wastes no time diving right back in, lathering you in his spit as he tastes all you have to offer. The sheets under your hands threaten to rip as you whimper from the overwhelming zaps of pleasure Wooyoung provides. His nose nudges your clit before his tongue lashes against the bundle of nerves, two fingers rising to stretch you for his cock. All your muscles pull tighter with each pass, hips rocking into his skilled mouth as you rocket towards the edge.

“Feel good?” He asks, muffled by pussy.

Another harsh suck of your clit allows you to do little more than gasp in response. But Wooyoung seems disappointed with such a lackluster answer.

Rising from his new home between your legs, he twists his face in mock confusion. “What was that?”

Dazed, you lift your head to find him suppressing a shit eating grin as he looks up at you.

“Wooyoung!” 

“Just wanna know how to please you, ma’am.”

His fingers begin their rhythm again but Wooyoung lets his chin rest on your stomach while he waits for a response. There isn’t an ounce of the urgency previously drowning him in the hallway. Now, Wooyoung acts like he has all night to wait for your answer.

“Oh Youngie,” you moan, luring him in a false sense of security.

Everytime he thinks he’s a step ahead, you’re more than happy to knock him down a few pegs; eager to put him in his place. But your sudden agreeability makes him blanch when you continue. 

“You’re such a good boy wanting to take care of me. How about I show you just how I like it, yeah?”

Sliping from his hold, you push up the bed until your back is met with pillows. Wooyoung is still crouched at the side, gobsmacked at his failure. 

“You can’t see from over there.” you tsk, shaking your head as you remove your bra and ruined underwear. “Lay between my legs, Wooyoung.” 

Snickering as he scrambles to follow your command, you spread your legs apart; giving him a mouthwatering view of everything as his chest meets the comforter. Your swollen lips flushed from arousal, your dripping hole leaking down onto the blanket, and your clit peeking out from its hood—eager for relief. Face to face with your bare pussy, you preen under the awestruck expression on Wooyoung’s face. 

Skimming your hands down your body, you cup both your breasts; gently plucking your nipples till they’re hard and aching. Wooyoung’s follow their path, glued to everything they do to use against you later. Sliding them between your legs, you use one hand to part your folds while the other dips a finger inside. Collecting enough of your arousal, you circle your clit with soft caresses as you work yourself back up. 

Wooyoung’s face easily betrays all of his thoughts. Licking his lips with each twitch of your thighs, panting when a tiny moan flees your throat. At some point his hands move to the back of your thighs, spreading you wider so he can focus on your lesson. 

Your hands aren’t enough to have you come but Wooyoung doesn’t need to know that.

“So close,” you sigh dreamily.

“Can I…” 

His voice breaks, desperate to get back in your good graces and feel you again.

“Can you what?”

“Let me help!’ Wooyoung begs.

Laughing at how quick he is to fold, you keep talking. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“I’ll be good!”

Tsking, you stop his attempt to start without permission with a foot to his chest, pushing him away and onto his knees. “Such a shame.” you sigh, shaking your head. “Wanted to feel you inside me.” 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You watch him sweat, silent as your fingers continue. Wooyoung doesn;t even look at your face, transfixed on your clenching hole as he whispers another desperate plea for mercy.

“Well since you asked so nicel—fuck!” You shout, heaving as Wooyoung shoves your legs apart and latches onto your clit.

“Wanna make you come, please come. Please, please, please.” He pants into your sex, fingers stretching you to your limit as he stuffs you full for his cock later.

Everything tightens as your vision goes black. You’re floating. You’re sinking. Thighs shaking, ears ringing, you shudder apart while Wooyoung abuses your clit with rough motions. Throat destroyed by wanton moans and shrill whines because Wooyoung refuses to let up even though your thighs squeeze around his head from the painful bliss.

Wooyoung continues to ramble into your clit until you pull him into a searing kiss. Ignoring the taste of yourself, you suck his bottom lip between your teeth as you flip him under you with ease. Wooyoung goes without a fight, hands twisting around your middle to press you firmly against his chest.

Only the need for oxygen separates you.

“Good, so good.” You breathe, forehead resting against his.

Wooyoung glows from the compliment, hips curling up to nudge you with his neglected cock. 

Still disoriented, you know what he wants. “Should reward you, yeah?”

Wooyoung’s hands plant firmly on your hips, sliding you against the underside of his length. The flared head hits your sensitive clit with each pass to drive you up the wall.

“Are you clean?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” Wooyoung answers, thrilled at the chance to feel you without a condom. 

Reaching behind, you angle him and sink to the hilt in one go. His fingers were nothing compared to this. Squeezing around his cock as you adjust to the stretch, you could come again with a few passes at your clit while sitting there. Wooyoung’s inability to bite his tongue nearly makes you do just that.

“Gonna ride me or what?” He smirks, hands already planted on your hips as he thrusts upward.

Wooyoung will listen but he’ll also goad you to madness if you don’t silence him. 

Stuffing your soaked panties into Wooyoung’s mouth, you’re woefully unprepared for the wrecked groan he releases at your taste. He’s so incredibly responsive and it’s doing irreparable damage to your psyche. 

“You like gagging on my underwear like some slut?”

Wooyoung responds with another broken moan, throat displayed as he throws his head back.

“C’mon Youngie. I thought you—fuck—wanted to take care of me?”

Pinning his arms beside his head, you grind onto his cock until stars burst across your vision. Each bounce in his lap punches the air from your lungs. Wooyoung assists, burying himself a fraction deeper so you can feel him in your throat. Head thrown back, you release his hands in favor of scratching down his chest, nails catching against his dusky nipples to pull another muffled sob from the man below you.

Pulling your underwear from his mouth, you silence his protest with your lips; swallowing his hum of satisfaction to see you breaking.

“Oh, Wooyoung.” You shudder into his jaw, collapsing on his chest for him to take over.

Wooyoung doesn’t stop his pace as he twists you beneath him, legs framing his shoulders allowing him impossibly deeper. Hard and fast, teetering on painful but you love it. And when Wooyoung dips to take a nipple between his teeth you gasp.

“Fuck, gonna come.” 

Slipping a hand between your bodies to find your worn clit; each pass of your fingers has you squeezing around him.

Writhing beneath him, you try to keep your eyes on Wooyoung as he comes back into view over you. Lips swollen and hair a mess, you miss his taunt the first time he opens his mouth; watching him  There isn’t enough air in the room to keep you afloat as you fragment and splinter below. You can’t breathe. Darkness tints the edges of your vision, teeth grinding painful from the onslaught of pleasure. 

And it fans Wooyoung’s fire even more.

“Can’t even listen. Mad at me for not being good but you're just as bad.”

The dynamic has shifted for the final time tonight and Wooyoung is going to walk away victorious. You're in no position to try and argue your way above him. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try.

“Feels so good, Youngie.”

“Yeah? Love my cock, don’t you?” Wooyoung whines, eyes twisting shut as his head falls forward. “Gonna cum,”

“Gonna cum inside me? Fill me up? Let everyone know whose pussy this is?”

“Fuck.”

“C’mon Youngie, don’t you wanna let me feel it?”

Wooyoung manages a few more thrusts before he loses it, pace uneven and stunted from the sweatering clench of your pussy. The hot stickiness of his cum spills out of you with each thrust, trickling down between your ass cheeks to the bed. Shuddering in his hold, Wooyoung collapses on top of you, spent.

He shocks you with a surprisingly tender kiss as you catch your breaths, cuddling down into your chest with a finality that leaves you gaping.

“Next time you should tie me up.”

“Next time?” You ask.

“You didn’t think once would be enough did you?”

© highvern. copying/reuploading/translating my work anywhere is strictly prohibited.

#ateez #ateez smut #wooyoung #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #jung wooyoung smut #🫡 highvern

[mvngo-muffin]

[ picnics with ➼ txt ]

a/n: hey! i've been mia for months, sorry...things have been hectic. but i'm trying to get back into writing! fyi yeonjun's is heavily inspired by "let's go picnic" by george!

genre: fluff

pairing : txt x f!reader

warnings : none!

soobin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

you were both set to go for a day trip to the beach tomorrow, and he knew this would be the perfect way to end the day together

he spent the day preparing foods that were easy to transport to the beach: gimbap, cut fruit, small sandwiches

he arranged the food neatly into boxes and packed it into a cooler the next morning without you knowing

after a long day of swimming, playing in the sand, and enjoying the warmth, the two of you went to wash up

as you showered, soobin set up the blanket with the food and some flowers he had bought

"y/n, are you done?" he asked, peeking into the room you two had rented for the day

"yup! let's go find a dinner place." you replied, walking out of the room and back onto the beach

you gasped at the spread in front of you, the evening sun setting in an array of colors behind it

"soob, what's all this?"

"just for you," he responded, holding onto your hand as you made your way to the blanket for dinner

yeonjun ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

yeonjun was packing up after practice, sighing in exhaustion

he hadn't seen you in so long; he really missed you

he slipped his headphones on as he left, a song beginning to play

let's go picnic, with a girlfriend the lyrics sang to him

it was as if a light bulb went off

he rushed out of the practice room and made his way to the nearest market, picking up precut strawberries and clementines, sandwiches, some soda, and of course, a small cake

groceries secured, he called you from the car, making sure you were at home

he reached your house and rang your doorbell, immediately engulfing you in a tight hug when you answered the door

"what are you doing here, jun?"

"thought we could have a nighttime picnic in your backyard," he responded, pulling away from the hug and showing you the bag

you spent the rest of the night curled up in blankets, eating your snacks, and watching the stars with the love of your life

beomgyu ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it was finals season, and you had been busy with work and school for weeks

every night, you'd come home exhausted, and beomgyu felt bad asking you to go out on a date after you were so tired

you had sent him a tiktok a few days ago of a couple out on a date for a picnic, and he decided that even if you both couldn't go to the beach or lake, you'd have a picnic regardless

he spent the day preparing food: chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite sandwiches, and even some homemade brownies

about 30 mins before you got home, the sun was already setting...and it was raining (gyu forgot to check the forecast..)

but nevertheless! he persisted, and set up a blanket and cushions on the (covered) porch along with candles and the food

the moment you got home, he rushed you to change into your comfortable clothes, telling you to wear something warm

he brought you to the misty backyard porch, and you were overwhelmed with love at the effort he had put into the picnic

you both settled down, enjoying the food and the sound of the rain, cuddling together as you kissed his cheek every five minutes out of gratitude

"thank you, gyu"

"what's to thank me for? if my girl wants a picnic date, she's getting one"

taehyun ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

saw some couple on a picnic while driving by, and knew he had to do it with you

(he actually has a note on his phone of date ideas to do with you)

would prepare for days for the picnic, making sure he has all of your favorite foods and snacks ready

makes more food than needed, and even bakes a small cake for the two of you

neatly organizes everything in a cute basket

comes prepared with a waterproof picnic blanket, sweatshirts, and tons of napkins

luckily, the day of the date is warm and sunny! you both spend the afternoon by a river, soaking in the sun and each other's company

the date is full of giggles and reminiscing on memories while wrapped up in taehyun's strong arms

as you watch the sunset before packing up, he leaves a peck on your head and whispers a sweet, "i love you"

hueningkai ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

so excited when he sees the date idea on social media!

goes all out and makes strawberry sandwiches, onigiri with little penguin faces on them, apples cut to look like rabbits, etc...

packs everything in bento boxes and grabs a picnic blanket before impulsively going to your house, texting you a short, "come outside"

you're surprised to see him, bags in hand, as you leave your home

"kai, what are you doing?"

"taking you on the cutest date"

the two of you walk over to a park nearby your home and settle down near a small pond, enjoying the food and throwing breadcrumbs to the geese

kai looks at you, adoration in his eyes and makes sure to take some photos of you feeding the birds to save for himself

you both talk about anything and everything, and pack up a few hours later, heading back home, hand in hand

#txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt soobin #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #taehyun fluff #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai imagines #hueningkai fluff #txt masterlist

[vitentia]

MEDDLE ABOUT .lıllıl.

pairings ━━ street racer!ellie x fem!reader

warnings ━━ TOTALLY AND ENTIRELY inspired by the movie Culpa Mia bc I am obsessed, jealous!ellie, illegal street racing, questionably dangerous circumstances, fighting, use of a gun (not against anyone)

synopsis ━━ ellie williams, notoriously infamous street racer, wanted in many countries both by law enforcement and desire. desire for her car, her skills, her money, and especially what she could do with those hands beyond driving. luckily for you, her favorite grid girl was the only the only one she ever wanted.

playlist ━━ literally any chase atlantic song ever

Your friends excitedly pulled your arm, ooo-ing and awing at everything under the neon lights. A girl friend squealed into your shoulder as an attractive racer walked by and gave her a wink.

“Holy shit! You never told me you had such sex symbols walking your job like an all you can eat buffet.” You snorted at her and shook your head.

“All you can eat maybe but I actually have a job to do.”

“Oh, please, you mean to tell me nobody in here has tried to get with you? That you’ve never been tempted?”

You shrugged, “I never said that.”

Walking your friends over to the gathering crowd, you provided them front row seats to the open road arena and stepped away to lean your head into your favorite car.

“Williams.”

The short haired girl whistled lowly. “Aha, there’s my favorite girl. You gonna be shooting for me tonight?”

“Nah, Dina wanted to do it today.”

Ellie clicked her teeth. “Damn, I was hoping I’d see you in something sexy before I race this asshole.” She nodded her head in the direction of her opponent.

Cameron, upper middle class douchebag who thought he could win every race by being reckless and owning expensive cars. He winked at you from outside his car before sitting inside, no doubt trying to rile Ellie up.

You rolled your eyes and faced her again, “Ignore him. His fancy little cars are no match for this baby.”

“No match for my baby, you mean.” You made a confused face. “Hop in the passenger seat.”

“Woah hold on, you don’t let anyone in this car.” You responded, shock and surprise laced in your voice.

She smirked. “I’ve let you on top of it.”

Both anxious and excited, you bit your lip and looked at her blood red car. “Are you sure?”

“No time like the present, baby. Get in.”

You squealed and ran around the front of the car to get into the passenger seat, your friends shouting sexual jokes at you from afar. Once your bottom hit the plush leather seats you nearly moaned, flipping down the upward mirror, opening the dashboard, all of it was just so…exciting.

“You have been in a car before, right?” Ellie said sarcastically, watching your enjoyment.

“Yeah but never your car. It’s like a spaceship.” You gleamed, she smiled at you and shook her head, resting her arm out the window as Dina sauntered over between the two cars.

She read the basic rules and the promised dollar amount to the loser, roughly around 7k and spoke to each person in the car. When she came around you and Ellie, you leaned on the elbow rest and called out to her from the window.

“Your ass looks great in those jeans, D!” She turned around, hair whipping behind her and gave you a wink as Ellie scoffed.

“Why didn’t you tell me my ass looks good?” She asked, offended.

“It looks good, not as good as Dina’s though.” Your smirked.

Right then, she revved up the engine, hands sitting properly at the wheel and her plan already in motion. Dina stood between the two cars, raising the gun high in the air before finally breaking the tension and letting out a shot.

Before you could even blink, the car was already swiveling through the air. Your heart felt like it was in your throat as you grabbed onto the upper handle for support, but your mind was ecstatic over the adrenaline rush you got.

You didn’t even realize you were smiling and laughing until Ellie broke her concentration to admire you.

The moment fell short when Cameron’s sports car bumped roughly into Ellie’s from behind, sending you forward in your seat with your seatbelt forcing you back.

“What the fuck?” She cursed, bracing herself on the steering wheel before craning her eyes in your passenger side mirror to see.

Cameron pushed into the back of the car again, this time, his smirk visible for both of you to see.

Ellie tilted her head menacingly at him through the rear view mirror and revved up her engine, her knuckles turning white against the steering wheel as she prepared for a particularly sharp turn. You clasped the upper handle harder than before and prepared yourself for the increase in speed. Wind blew about the car dramatically and once the car finished its straight illegal turn, your butt planted on the seat and you finally allowed yourself to breath.

Ellie didn’t say a word nor look in your direction, her eyes pointedly eyeing the finish line with vigor. If you weren’t so attracted to her angry face, you’d be slightly worried.

Cameron expensive car rolled up on its side once Ellie made it past the finish line and it’s owner came out of it in anger. He slammed the door shut uncaringly and stomped over to you and Ellie like a child. You slipped next to Ellie but she lightly pushed you behind her and stood to her full height against the prissy boy.

“You fucking bitch!” He cursed

“Calling me names doesn’t help you, upper side. My money is owed.” She responded calmly, scarier than if she yelled back.

Jesse ran up in the middle and inserted himself between them. “Let it go, man. You lost fair and square.”

Cameron scoffed, unbelieving. “I ain’t giving you nothing. You or your little prostitute, Williams.”

Ellie swore her vision turned red as she revved up her arm for a mean right hook before abruptly being interrupted by Jesse holding her back.

“Not now, Els.” He whispered to her.

Cameron chuckled at her reaction and looked you up and down, sending a shiver up your spine. “Maybe I will pay for you, how much you charge a night-“

As soon as the boy started talking, Jesse mumbled something under his breath and promptly let go of the seething girl in his arms, raising them up to his sides and pressing his lips into a thin line. Without anymore resistance, Ellie swung her fist across Cameron’s jaw and a jaw dropping crack was heard from feet away. You gasped and slapped your hand over your mouth as she pushed him to the ground and pressed her black and white converse into his freshly cracked jaw.

“You’ll hear from my lawyers, you bitch.” He coughed out, barely eligible.

Ellie smirked and leaned down, hand against her knee. “I’ll be glad to tell them all you’ve been up to, Cameron Trevor Mallard Jr.” She roughly pulled her foot away and nodded towards Jesse. “Collect my money and bring it to me by tomorrow.”

No words were exchanged as she took your hand in hers and directed you to the passenger seat, opening the door and buckling you up herself before moving to her side and driving away from everyone. You looked back through the window, jaw agape.

“I’ll tell Jesse to make sure your friends get home safe, okay? I just- I just didn’t want to be alone.” She said, breaths shaking alongside her hands.

“Hey, come on, pull over. You can’t drive like this.” You said gently, putting your hand on her shoulder.

Listening to your words, Ellie pulled over to the side of a gravel road and took a deep breath. Your hand slipped under hers and examined the cuts on her knuckles, kissing them softly.

“You shouldn’t have-“

“No, I should have.” She finally looked at you. “Besides, I’ve been wanted to do put that kid in place for ages. You just gave me good reason.”

You smiled and averted your eyes from her intense gaze, but she leaned forward in her seat and brushed her nose against yours, forcing you to look at her.

“Thank you.” You whispered

She smirked, “Ah, you’re such a sap.” Ellie pressed her lips against yours, undecided on whether she wanted to swallow you whole or take it slow. With the moonlight bouncing off her tinted windows and the darkness of the night shielding you both from any prying eyes, she finally decided to do both.

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Absent

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Scarlett is away more than she's at home, leaving her wife with the kids. When a project means that Y/n is once again pushing back her own work, tension builds and a fight is soon to follow.

Word count: 5550

Y/n's POV:

From the outside looking in, we look like the perfect happy family. A wife and three kids, a nice home and lucky enough to not have to worry about money. What people don't see is the strained relationship and the exhaustion that I feel with every passing day.

I have been married to Scarlett for 6 years and we have three beautiful children. Noah who is four and our 18 month old twins, Izzy, and Mia. We met through a photoshoot she was doing for the Avengers. It wasn't my usual gig, but I'm friends with Kevin Feige and he had asked if I would do photography for the movies. It worked well as I could fit it around the work at my studio and I met the love of my life.

Due to Scarlett's work schedule, we agreed that I would carry any kids that we wanted. So, I closed up the studio when I had Noah and it's been closed ever since. This wasn't the plan though. When Noah turned one, Scarlett was supposed to slow down with her work so it would allow me to return part time. However, she was at the height of her career and was getting offers she just couldn't turn down.

At the time it wasn't the end of the world. I loved being with Noah, he was such an easy baby. Just being in his presence made me so happy. Knowing we wanted another kid. I agreed that I would wait before returning to work until our next children were one.

Once the twins were born our family felt complete. Scarlett took time off for a couple of months when they were born, and it was perfect. Just the five of us living our best life. But then more projects started again for Scarlett, and she would be away filming for all these different projects. We made the decision to stay in New York as we would be close to her family. But it meant that she was often having to go to LA or Atlanta for filming.

I love Scarlett more than anything in this world. Well, level with the kids. But I sometimes feel that she loves acting that little bit more than me. The twins are a lot more work than Noah was which has in turn caused Noah to act out as he feels like they get all the attention. I'm often enemy number one for him. Then Scarlett comes home and she's his saving grace.

I'm exhausted. I barely sleep as the twins still like to wake during the night. I then find I spend the day being a kid herder to make sure they're fed and happy. I'm hoping that once Noah starts school, it'll come a little easier. But at the moment, my time when the kids are asleep isn't spent on me, it's spent on cleaning the home, doing the laundry. I need my wife to help me.

Now you're probably thinking, don't suffer in silence. How is she supposed to know if you don't tell her. Well, I have. We had a long discussion about it before she left for her last project in Atlanta. She has promised that everything is going to change once she's home. She's going to be more present and we're going to be that happy, perfect family again.

She's due home today, and I'm excited to get back to where we were. I know the kids miss her so much whilst she's away. She's missed a lot with the twins, their first words and steps. Both happening whilst she was in Atlanta. It's almost like they're different kids to when she left.

As soon as she walks through the door, she's practically knocked off her feet as Noah runs to her, his little arms wrapping around her legs tightly. I smile as she bends down and picks him up, peppering her face with kisses. "My little prince! I've missed you so much!" She coos, holding him close. "I missed you too mommy." He responds with a big grin.

She notices me holding both twins and her eyes sparkle. I place them down on the floor and they both waddle over to her and I see tears brim her eyes at how much they have grown. "Wow! Look at my babies! You've grown so much!" She says excitedly as she bends down to scoop them up in her arms. Their giggles ring out as she peppers their faces with kisses like she had with Noah. Who was still clinging to her leg by the way.

After she's greeted the kids, she makes her way towards me and gives me a quick peck as her hands are currently full. "Hi babe. I missed you more than I can express." She shares. Looking in her eyes, I can see it's the truth. "I missed you to my love. I'll take your bags upstairs and join you in the living room." I tell her, which earns another kiss in thanks.

That evening is perfect, we spend it together as a family for the first time in a long time. The kids are so happy to have their mom home and are attached to her at every minute. I happily make us dinner so she can enjoy the love from the kids. Knowing that I'll get my chance this evening.

The excitement of having their mom home makes it easy to get the kids to sleep today. I watch with a permanent smile on my face as Scarlett says goodnight to each of them. Grateful that she's finally home.

We get into bed early ourselves and enjoy being back in each other's company. She fills me in on all the excitement of her filming and how Lizzie is planning on a visit soon to come and see the kids. Apparently, she needs some niece and nephew time.

The next few weeks are amazing. Everything is how we had planned it. Scarlett only had a couple of meetings here and there, but otherwise she was around, being the amazing mom that she is. For the first time I feel like I'm not run into the ground. Getting time with the kids, but also for myself and with my wife.

Once evening, we're sat having a glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed and I'm shocked at what comes out of Scarlett's mouth. "I want another baby." She admits, her eyes burning into me as she waits for my reaction. I choke on my wine at her comment, looking at her and seeing that she's totally serious. I take a moment to think of my response. We had talked about having three kids but didn't expect the twins. I just assumed we had finished.

"Are you ready to carry?" I ask. She had always wanted to carry for herself, but her schedule just never really enabled her to. Maybe now she's slowing down she feels like it's time. "I thought you could carry them. You've done an amazing job with them, and I love when you're pregnant." She smiles at me. "But my studio is opening back in two months. It would be bad for business if I were to close it again within the year. I thought you wanted to carry anyway." I ask her.

"I do. But with this next project taking me to the Czech Republic, it'll be difficult and I'm getting older. I'm not as young as you remember." She responds with a chuckle. "What project in the Czech Republic?" I ask her, shocked as it was the first I had heard about it. "For Jojo Rabbit. I had the meeting last week. I told you, didn't I?" She says as if I just forgot that my wife had another project away from home.

"No, you told me you were having dinner with Taika. Nothing more. But I thought you were taking a break for a while so I could get back into work." I return, not really believing that she's done this. "Can't you just postpone it? This movie is something special and I'm really excited about it." She says as if I'm not excited to finally be getting back to work. "I've already postponed it once Scarlett. When you went to New Zealand for Ghost Shell. We talked about this. It was my turn to be able to get back to work Scar." I try not to raise my voice, but the frustration is there.

"It's just three months and then I'll be home." She tries to defend. "Which is when you'll then be doing reshoots for Marvel and back in Atlanta for a month. We're not just here for you when you want us you know." I say, the frustration getting the better of me. "Excuse me?" She asks offended. "When was the last time you were home for more than a month at a time?" I question her, standing from my seat and starting to pace.

I look to her when she doesn't answer. She doesn't remember. "I love the kids more than anything Scar but they are a lot of work. The twins never sleep through the night and Noah hates that they get a lot of my attention. Which would be fine if there were two parents here to even the load but there's not." I huff and she let's out a low laugh. "Oh, come on Y/n, they're as good as gold when I'm home." She defends.

I just scoff at her assumption. "Because they miss you and want to be on their best behaviour for you. I'm always the bad guy. The one getting yelled at by Noah because I can't take him to the park because the twins have tough and tumble. I've lost count of how many times he's shouted that he hates me. Still hurts each time though." I start to ramble, all the stress and anxiety seeping out of me.

"I'm constantly exhausted, because I'm either with the kids, or cleaning up after them. I don't get time to myself. And on top of that I miss my wife. We were meant to go through the journey of having kids, together. But I've never felt more alone. My own needs and dreams always come in behind the kids and you. Starting work again was something for me. Not just something I want, but something I need. To show me that I'm more than just a mom!" I yell my rambling thoughts and I can see that they are shocking Scarlett. She's not even responding anymore.

"Do you even want to be apart of this family anymore or are we just a chore? Because as soon as you're home, it seems like you're always looking for a reason to leave." Sadness fills my voice with my last question. Tears falling down my face as I admit how I've truly been feeling.

"How could you even ask that. I love you and the kids more than I can express. You own my heart and the thought of not having you physically hurts." She defends. "But you barely have us Scarlett. A couple of weeks here or there and you're off again." I shot back, once again stunning her.

We sit in silence, just the sound of a clock ticking breaking it. I'm sat on the sofa opposite her, the physical space between us representing the gap in our relationship. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." I whisper, almost afraid to admit it. Scarlett's head snaps up at my words, fear filling her eyes. "I feel like I have given everything, and I've not got anything left." The admission rolls of my tongue without me even meaning too. "What do you mean Y/n?" She asks, panic lacing her voice as she stands and takes a seat next to me. "I have been more than accommodating for your career. I understand that you love it. But I'm asking you to love us more." I look her directly in her eyes as I speak.

"I won't let you pick work over us again." I state firmly. "What? No, Y/n. Please. You can't leave me. I love you so much. I love the kids! Please what can I do." She pleads, cupping my face as we both cry. "Put us first." I reveal. She looks at me unable to answer and it's my fear come to life. She's going to pick her work over her family.

We're interrupted when we hear little footsteps on the floor. "Hi my prince. Are you ok?" I ask, quickly wiping at my eyes and going to him. "Why is mommy crying?" He asks, pointing at Scarlett. "Did you make her cry?" He turns to me with a fierce look in his eye. "No buddy we're just..." But he doesn't me finish. "Don't make my mommy cry! You'll scare her away like you always do! I hate you!" And there it is. The words he loves to say to me these days.

I fight back the tears of pain and move towards him, but he hits my hand away. "NO!" He shouts. "Noah, please. Let me explain." I try but he shakes his head again. "NO! Why can't you be the one that goes and not mommy." His words feel like a knife to my heart. I hear a gasp from Scarlett as she walks towards us. "That is not how you talk to Mama, Noah!" She tells him off. He just stomps his foot and rushes back upstairs repeating his hatred for me as he goes.

Scarlett places a hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off. "He doesn't mean it." She speaks softly but I just scoff at her words. He does. "I can't do this. I'm going to bed. I'll take the guest room tonight." I say, not giving her time to respond before dashing upstairs and shutting myself away. I've never felt so lost, and I don't know if I'm ever going to find my way out.

Scarlett's POV:

I'm shocked at how Noah just acted with Y/n. He's always such a sweet kid. I could see how much his words hurt Y/n as the light went from her eyes. I tried to offer some comfort, but she shrugs me off. Before I know it, I'm alone in the living room with my thoughts. I've fucked up.

I've been so blinded by my love of my job that I've failed to see the damage it's doing back home. Y/n has always been so accommodating, but I've really taken advantage of that kindness and I think that I may have pushed her too far. I think I may have lost her.

I know that Y/n needs time and me rushing into her room will just start another argument. So, I decide to deal with the gremlin first. He should never talk to Y/n like that. Not that I have anyone to blame but myself. I head up to his room and find him sat pouting on his bed. I smirk a little as he looks just like Y/n in this moment. I take a seat next to him on his bed and he goes to cuddle me, but I stop him.

"We need to talk Mister." I tell him firmly. "Why did you talk to mama like that?" I question him. "She is always busy with the twins and makes you sad, so you go away." He responds. His pout still firmly on his face. "Mama isn't the reason I go away bud. I go away for work. Which means that mama is the one that is here to look after you and your sisters." I try to explain. "I wish you were here and not her." He repeats his point from earlier.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it? You'd be sad if mama wasn't around, wouldn't you?" I probe and he thinks for a moment. "But you would be here so I would be happy." He turns to look at me. Wow, I have really managed to make my kid hate his mama because he thinks she's the reason I'm not around. God I am so stupid. "Noah. Come on. I know that you don't want her to leave. Do you understand that what you said to her earlier hurt her and made her sad?" I ask, hoping his sympathetic natures comes through.

His eyes look to mine with worry. "I don't want her to be sad." He mumbles. "I just miss you and want to have more time to play with her when you're not here." He defends. "Oh buddy. That is all my fault. I am away too much and that is all on me not mama. And because I'm away, it means she has to work twice as hard to look after you all so doesn't always have the time to play. So, if you hate anyone it should be me." I admit. He shuffles closer to me and cuddles to my arm. "I could never hate you mommy." He comforts me. "You should never hate mama either." I say with a firm tone, making his gaze drop. "I know. I just get sad." He admits. "And that's ok. But you should never be mean to mama ok." He nods and pull him into a hug. "Tomorrow, you're going to apologise to mama, and we'll do something nice to make her feel better." I tell him and he agrees.

I tuck him back into bed and make my way back downstairs to clean up. It's not too late, but it feels it without having Y/n with me. I miss her. How ridiculous is that? She's only been gone an hour and I miss her. She's always here when I'm home. It's what I love so much.

I can't stop thinking about everything that she said. I hate that she could ever question that I don't love her or the kids more than my job. I know that's all on me, I should have made the effort to show her that more. When it comes to it, I can live without acting, but I can't live without Y/n.

I end up calling my mom and she spends most of the call scolding me. She told me how much work Y/n had done to start getting ready for the studio to reopen and how she had managed to get a few big name clients. It makes my guilt only grow. I am the worst wife.

That night I barely sleep. I spend most of it staring at the empty space beside me, replaying what Y/n had said over and over. The pain in her eyes, the question of if I still love her and want this family. By 5am I give up and start on the day. Once I'm showered and check on the kids, I head downstairs to my laptop. Trying to work out how to fix this.

When the kids start to stir, I get the twins up and sort out their breakfast. Luckily, Noah is still asleep, after his late night, so I can focus on them. Whilst they're playing on their mat, I grab my phone and call Taika. I explain that I need to drop out of the project and put my family first. He's disappointed but he does offer me one option. To take Y/n and the kids with me. That he would arrange for us to have a house near set so we can be together when I'm not filming. He said that he wouldn't look to recast until I confirmed with him if I want to take that offer or not.

This movie really did appeal to me. It's so unique and I think it would be really good fun to do. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. I would still be asking Y/n to postpone her studio opening by a month. I don't think she would go for that. I'm putting Y/n and the kids first. Like I always should have done.

When Noah gets up, we have breakfast together. Which is not a fun experience. I don't make his pancakes the right way and I gave him the wrong fruit, so we're off to a good start. I'm surprised Y/n isn't up yet, but I don't want to rush her. She deserves some time to herself. I can put up with a sulky four year old for the day. She's done it for months.

Throughout the day I realise that there is a lot I don't know about my kids, and it hurts. They have changed since I was last home, and without Y/n's subtle guidance, I'm left to fend on out of date knowledge. The only brightside is that Noah is starting to realise how much he needs his mama.

By the afternoon, all three kids are craving time with their mama. Hell, I'm craving time with my wife. I manage to get the kids somewhat settled in the living room whilst I grab my laptop once again. Maybe a family holiday would be a good place to start. We always talked about Disneyland and Y/n has always wanted to go to Hawaii. I call my mom to see if she would come as well, that way, Y/n and I could have a mini holiday ourselves. She happily agrees, saying that she will do anything to stop my stupid ass losing the best thing that ever happened to me.

By dinner, Y/n finally comes out of the guest room. I give her a big smile, but it soon drops when I see how tired she looks and the tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes bloodshot and puffy. It makes my heart ache that this is all cause because of me. "Hi my love." I great her, to which she hums in response. She goes to head towards the kitchen, but the kids don't let her get to far. "Mama!" Izzy shouts when she sees her, holding her arms out to be hold. "Hi there my little princess." She smiles at our daughter, resting her on her hip as she goes through the motions of making herself a coffee.

I admire her as she moves around effortless, keep Izzy happy, whilst still managing to sort a drink and some food for herself. It makes my heart grow when I hear the little laughs from the baby when Y/n tickles her after she stole a raspberry from her bowl. Y/n moves into the living room and places Izzy on the mat, but she instantly moves to Y/n and is joined by Mia, both climbing up onto the sofa to be closer to their mama.

Noah, however, stays sat on the floor with his toys. "Hi Noah. Do you want to join our snuggle?" Y/n asks but Noah shakes his head. I frown when I see his reluctance after our talk last night. I see a flash of hurt cross over Y/n's face, but she quickly hides it when the twins start to ramble at her.

I quickly text my mom and ask if she could pop over to take the kids for the evening. I know it's short notice, but I need to save my marriage. It's holding on with a thread and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold. Thankfully, she agrees, restating her comment from the call earlier and I hang up just in time to see Noah, once again, reject Y/n.

Y/n sighs, getting up from the sofa and handing me Mia. Izzy now with her brother on the floor. "I need a walk." She mumbles, grabbing a coat and her phone before leaving the house. I wanted to stop her, but I also need to talk with Noah.

"Noah buddy. Why are you still being mean to mama?" I ask him. His eyes go wide and he's quickly shaking his head. "I'm not being mean!" He defends. "Yes, you are. You're ignoring her." I stay firm and his little lips trembles. "I didn't mean to! She looks sad and I felt bad cos I made her sad. She's not going to leave forever is she?" He admits before the fear of his mama leaving takes over. He burrows himself into my side for comfort. "Oh sweetie. She's not sad because of you. She's sad because of me. Your hugs would make her feel so much better! And no. She isn't going away. She's just gone for a walk." I try to reassure him. I have done a stand up job of screwing things up for my wife and our son!

I spend the time explaining to him why Y/n is feeling sad and how we both have to do our best to make her feel better. He seems to understand and is now patiently waiting for Y/n to come home. As the clock ticks on, I panic, worried that maybe she's left me. Left us. I've pushed her so far that she's gone. When mom arrives, she has to deal with me freaking out and just as I feel like I'm about to totally break down, the front door opens and Y/n walks in. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she's come home.

"Mama! You're back!" Noah shouts as he rushes into the hallway and collides with Y/n's body. "Of course, I am buddy." She smiles, running her hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, mama." He apologises. "I don't hate you. I love you a lot." He tells her, complete honesty in his eyes. They have a moment together as Noah tells her why he was angry and that he knows it wasn't Y/n's fault.

Y/n looks at me suspiciously when she sees my mom with the kids' overnight bag but allows it when she takes the kids back to hers tonight. "I want us to be able to talk without the worry of the kids." I explain as she gets comfortable in the living room. "Do we have anything more to talk about?" She questions through a sigh. "You may not. But I do. I have a lot I need to say. I hope you'll give me the chance." I say, looking at her with pleading eyes.

When she nods, I take the seat next to her, holding her hand in mine. "I've fucked up. There is no excuse. So, all I can say is that I'm sorry and I promise that I am going to change. This family are my priority. The thought of never acting again makes me sad. But the thought of losing you or the kids makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know that I would never cope. My life wouldn't be worth living." I start off, setting out my thoughts early so she knows where I'm coming from.

"I am so sorry that I made you feel like you were going through this alone. I'm so ashamed of myself that I couldn't see the pain you were in and allowed you to continue making the sacrifices for this family when I was making none. I will stop acting and focus to being a mom and a wife so you can get back to doing what you love. I'll find another passion that accommodates both of us." I promise her. But my words seem to have the opposite effect than I had hoped. My heart stops when she starts shaking her head at me.

"Scarlett. I don't want you to stop doing something that you love. I just want you to prioritise better. To put us first. I would never ask you to quit acting. But these last few years, you've been away more than you've been with us. We just want you in our lives more. We miss you so much. Then as we get used to you being home, you're gone again." She explains.

"We have a lot to work on, but I know how important this project with Taika is for you. So, I spent this morning rearranging some of my clients so I can start once you're back." I can't believe she would do this for me. After everything I have done, she is still putting me first. "No, babe. I can't ask you to do that. I meant what I said. It's time for me to put you first and allow you to follow your dreams..." I start to ramble, but she cuts in. "It's too late. It's already done. But things need to change when you're back Scarlett. It's not fair to me or the kids." She interrupts.

"This project doesn't mean more to me than this family Y/n. I actually called Taika this morning to pull out of the project." I admit and she looks at me shocked. "Really? But you were so excited for it." She replies in shock. "But I'm more excited to support you in your work and be around with the kids more." I come back, wanting her to know that nothing is as important to me than her and our children.

She sits for a moment and looks to me. "I don't want you to resent me because you're missing out on roles that you want to do." She says shyly. I place my finger under her chin and lift it so she can look at me. "But it's ok for you to give up on your dreams instead?" I question her with a raised eyebrow. "When I married you, my dream was to have a family with you. But when we achieved that, I got greedy and wanted the best of both worlds. I never should have taken advantage of you like I did. I promise that I'll never do it to you again." It's not a baseless promise and I hope that she can see that. I think she does when she pulls me into her and holds me close, letting out breath as she does.

"I bet Taika was annoyed to lose you." She says after we've sat in silence for a while. "He understood. Scolded me a little for screwing up. Even offered for the four of you to join me and live out there whilst we film. But he gets why I made the decision I did." Her head snaps up to mine when she hears what I said. "He offered for us to live in the Czech Republic whilst you film?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, he said he'd arrange a house close to set so I was away from you as little as possible." I reply, whilst running my hand through her hair, enjoying being this close to her again.

"We should do it." She mumbles into my shoulder. "What was that babe?" I question, not sure I heard her right. "We should do it. I've already moved my work around. Noah doesn't start school until you're back. This way you can do the project and we can readjust once we're home." She sits back to look at me as she talks, and I can see that she means what she's saying. It's not just to make me feel better. "Are you sure that's what you want? I really don't mind if I step back from this project. I don't want you to do this for me and it put us even further back." I admit.

"If I hadn't moved work around maybe I wouldn't be saying it. But it's a chance for us to live abroad. The kids would learn so much from it. Besides, you said yourself that you think this is an Oscar worthy film. Who am I to deny you that opportunity." She smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll only do it on one condition. Well two actually." I say, trying to be firm, but the nerves taking over. "I'm listening." She smiles. "First, we have a holiday. I was thinking Disneyland, then the two of us head to Hawaii. Mom already said she'd stay at the parks with the kids." I start off and feel more relaxed when she laughs. "Ok, and your second condition?" She pushes me to continue.

"Well, it's not really a condition. I guess a promise from my part. I'm going to step back from filming for a bit. I want to be the supportive wife you deserve. I'll only pick roles that really appeal to me. Besides, I always wanted to start my own skincare line. I can do that from here in New York and be around all the time. Being the mother and wife that I am supposed to be." I keep eye contact as I talk so she can see how genuine I'm being.

She doesn't respond. Not verbally anyway. She leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. One that shows me everything that I could have lost. I can't believe that I allowed my own desire to live my dream, to damage my family so much. Seeing the pain on Y/n's face is something that I never want to see again. I will do everything in my power, to make sure that I am the best I can be for this family. 

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Your Valentine (Dean)

This is how Dean Winchester shows you that he loves you.

To say that Dean Winchester is the love of your life is an understatement. You met him on a hunt a few years ago. At first, things didn’t hit off between you. It was an eventual romance that you never saw coming. Now, you’ve been together for more than a year. You are very happy in your relationship. Thus, the reason you aren’t answering his calls has nothing to do with the fact that you’re mad at him. Not at all. You want to talk to him, just not right now.

The last hunt was hard. You and the brothers were up against some demons. They were threatening the safety of a family, and you had to save them. During the hunt, that was all you could think about. One of your flaws, if you could call it that, it’s that you took very seriously your role as a hunter when it came to saving people. It always took you down when you couldn’t save someone. And sadly, that happened often. Today, it had been the youngest daughter of the family who you couldn’t save. Normally, you would need a hot shower and a warm meal to bring you back. It didn’t work this time. You had spent some time with the little girl before she was murdered. You liked her. 

After the hunt was done, and you got to the bunker, you took the Impala and ran off. You drove for a few miles until you stopped by a greenery cliff. You’ve never been here before, but the sight makes you wish you had. Your phone has been ringing with Dean and Sam’s calls ever since. Well, mostly Dean. You briefly wonder if he’s angrier that you left or that you left with his car. As if hearing your thoughts, your cellphone vibrates. On the caller’s ID reads Dean. Along with it, the picture that you chose for him stares back at you. Eyes light green and mischievous smile. Maybe you should answer, you’ve been MIA for a few hours. You don’t want them to get worried.

You’ve barely clicked on the green button when he starts talking. “Hey, where are you? Why don’t you pick up?” Under normal circumstances, you would’ve told Dean to back off. But it was you who left without a word after a dangerous hunt.

“Calm down, I’m ok,” you respond. “I just needed some air.”

“I’m sorry, you had me worried,” Dean murmurs.

You sigh, “I’m sorry.” For a moment, no one says anything. You can feel that Dean wants to add something, yet he knows better than to talk to you about the people you lose. For you, it works better to acknowledge it and move on. Alone. You don’t like talking about it, you know you can’t save everyone. “I’ll return the Impala, sorry I didn’t ask.”

“Don’t worry, honey. Take your time.” Take your time? With his car? He must’ve been really worried.

“What is it, then?”

You know him too well. “Well, it just that… we had that reservation tonight. I was just wondering, do you still want to go? It’s ok if you don’t.”

Fuck, you completely forgot. You were going out with Dean after the hunt. Of course, you were, it’s Valentine’s! “Shit, I’m sorry -again-, with the hunt, I-”

“I know. As I said, I understand if you don’t want to go anymore. Why don’t we eat here instead?”

You really want to go out with Dean. It’s not every day that you get to do that with the life you have. “No, I’ll be there in fifteen. Then just give me half an hour to get ready.” Before he can answer, you hang up.

On the way back to the bunker, you try to go back to being yourself. You try to forget about the little girl. For the most part, you can, though she still lingers in the back of your mind. Just like the rest of the people you couldn’t save. As soon as you park, you head to your bedroom to get ready. The restaurant where you made the reservation isn’t that fancy. Nevertheless, you cannot show in jeans and flannel. You hope Dean has the decency to change too. You put on a nice purple dress and high heels. Furthermore, you do a quick make-up and decide to just brush your hair. If you had more time, maybe you could’ve done something prettier, but you’re running late. It’s been 40 of the 30 minutes you asked Dean. He’s used to you being a little late, but that doesn’t mean you have to make him wait too long.

“Hey, sorry that took me a bit. I’m ready. Are you…?” The question gets stuck in your throat once you look up.

There, in a nice suit, Dean Winchester awaits you. His clothes are cleaned and ironed, this is definitely not one of the suits he wears when he pretends to be FBI. Did he buy it for this date? His hair is styled back charmingly. The beard that he has been growing for a few days is well-groomed. You remember telling him you liked seeing him with a beard. Truth is, it turns you on. If he noticed your awestruck expression, he doesn’t mention it. Maybe because he’s too busy looking you up and down. His smile becomes appreciative.

He walks towards you and embraces you in his arms. “Well, I wouldn’t mind skipping to dessert.” You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. That’s one of the things you love about him. He makes you forget all of your worries. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

You peck his lips briefly. “I've been dreaming about this date for months. We rarely go out,” you look at him firmly, “we're doing this”.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

The restaurant where you go is not so far away from the bunker, so you make it in time before they give someone else the spot. Once settle, you order and wait for your dishes. In the meanwhile, Dean puts all of his efforts into making you forget about the hunt. Mostly, he succeeds.

“I really think Sammy is having a thing with that bartender,” he’s saying, “you saw the look he gave her the other day.” He’s referring to a pretty girl that works at a nearby bar. You’re certain Sam is not having a thing with her because she’s told you she’s lesbian.

“I don’t know, Dean. Sam doesn’t really seem like her type.” He gives you a puzzled look, “if she were, she wouldn’t have flirted with me the other day and told me that she likes girls.”

Now he’s just surprised. “You’ve never told me she hit on you.”

You shrug, “it wasn’t a big deal. She saw you kiss me after and back off.”

He thinks it over, “alright. But Sam definitely has someone, I bet you, when we get to the bunker tonight, he won’t be there.”

You laugh, “of course, he won’t. It’s Valentine’s, he wouldn’t want to be there with you being so loud.”

He pretends to be hurt. “Darlin’, if I remember correctly, it’s not me who’s the loud one.”

Shortly after, the waiter brings your food. A comfortable silence surrounds the table while you eat. Dean makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every chance he gets. Moreover, he keeps the chat light and hunter-related free. Not only for the sake of whoever is listening, but also in favor of a peaceful, semi-normal date. Truth be told, you feel refreshed and a lot better. Maybe talking with Dean about losing people isn’t your thing, but being around him is.

You’re quite full when it’s time for dessert. Unsurprisingly, Dean orders pie. The pasty looks too good that you can’t help to steal some from his plate. He chastises you with an easy smile. Once it’s time for you to leave, he pays the bill and guides you to the Impala. He clearly is excited for what is to come, though he tries not to show it. It’s a no-brainer that Dean Winchester’s favorite part of Valentine’s is the sex.

Nevertheless, you have to hand it to him because he keeps his hands to himself during the car ride home. He kisses you briefly during a red light and that’s it. Dean Winchester is trying to be a patient good boy, maybe you’ll reward him for it.

“Sam?” Dean calls as soon as the bunker’s door closes behind you. When no one answers, he turns to you. “I told you he wouldn’t be here.”

You hum and take a step forward. If he’s not going to make the first move, then you will.

A/N: That is the PG13 part of the one-shot, if you wish to continue, click here.

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