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waldau · 8 months

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tomorrow — jeon wonwoo | 2,049 words | fluff

in the words of james acaster: starting making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit. also i saw the news about mingyu's post and laughed for a minute straight 💀

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

being sick sucks in general, but wonwoo thinks it's worse when he's on tour. he's supposed to be seeing new places with his friends, meeting fans and doing what he loves the most for them. in short, he's supposed to be having a good time.

instead, he's stuck in his hotel room all by himself, his limbs trapped inside an insanely heavy comforter which can't possibly be that heavy. and it's not even comforting him right now.

this is all wrong. he should be on the other side of the world, with you, eating the stuff you've made, or going on inadvisable, impromptu snack drives when you can't sleep. he shouldn't be in agony because of some random street food he decided to try with the rest of the group. that he somehow had no tolerance for.

either way, he really misses you, and has even resigned himself to counting the seconds that are passing so that he can bore himself into sleep and make tomorrow come faster. time is supposed to be an illusion, anyway.

his door opens slowly, and his heart jumps against his ribs for a second. there's no way you—

"hyung," comes mingyu's voice, low and concerned. he shuts the door behind him. "how are you feeling?"

"better. but still tired."

mingyu makes a sad noise. "hungry?"

"not at all."

"you sure?"

"yeah."

"okay, uh, we're all going for dinner now. we'll be back in a couple of hours, because dino wanted to visit the park nearby, but if there's anything you want, just let me know, okay?"

wonwoo feels the weight of his phone being set on his chest through the comforter. the block of metal and chips is the only thing that's his link to you right now.

"call me if you want me to get something warm and safe to eat before you sleep."

wonwoo wants to thank him, but he can't even muster the energy to keep his eyes open. he feels mingyu ruffle his hair briefly before chuckling, because that's something he doesn't normally do when wonwoo's awake. wonwoo allows it, just this once, mainly because there's nothing he can do about it.

"see you." and just like that, the room's empty once again.

wonwoo feels his eyes grow heavier after a while, head filled with thoughts about the group's next show and thoughts of you. he wonders what you're doing right now, whether you're sleeping, keeping well, or thinking of him with the same desperation with which he's thinking of you right now.

wonwoo loves you, and knows you love him despite the erratic schedules of his work, but sometimes being apart from you is the worst thing that he has to do.

he's thankful for the thick comforter because he can feel the temperature in the room dipping, and he finds himself going back to sleep again.

the light sound of a conversation is what finally brings him out of his sleep. he hears some snorts from near the foot of his bed. when he opens his eyes fully, having slept better than he has the whole day, he sees someone exiting his room. minghao, probably, going by his build. and there's someone still sitting by the foot of his bed, accompanied by the sound of shoes being kicked off.

it's you.

wonwoo lets out a chuckle and turns around to bury his face in the pillow.

"that's all you're going to say? after all the distance i travelled to get here?"

wonwoo turns around to see you inching closer to him, till your eyes are at the same level.

"are you real?"

you stare at him for a moment before you laugh, and oh, he's in love. it's nothing new — he's already known he loves you, for a long time, but now it's something more, because you're not a dream, and you're really here.

(you're his dream, but that's another topic for another day.)

"absolutely real. here, see?" you say, pushing his hair away from his face. he can see you better now, but you're blurry.

"this is unfair."

"what is, baby?"

"i want to kiss you, but i can't even see you properly. after all the distance you travelled to come see me."

he sees you smile before you reach over him and beckon him to sit up, gently placing them on his face and pushing them upwards till he's comfortable. better.

and you're even better.

"hi," you say, smiling a bit shyly. wonwoo figures it's because he's staring at you unabashedly right now, but surely you can't fault him, not when it's been almost a month since he's been away from you?

"hey, sweetheart," he says, glad you're able to hear it in person and not through a tinny phone speaker. "kiss me?"

"did you mean to say miss me?"

you have a cheeky smile on your face now. wonwoo shakes his head. "of course i missed you. but i want to kiss you. right now."

"you have no idea how badly i want to, but i think you know it's for the best if i don't."

wonwoo frowns at that. just because it's true it doesn't mean it's okay.

"here," you say, before you press a kiss to his forehead. wonwoo feels the tension in his shoulders melt away, his head sinking back into the headboard. you hesitate before pressing a soft kiss to his lips that leaves him wanting more.

"you said—"

"i know," you groan, pushing yourself away immediately. "i'm sorry. but i'm going to kiss you so much after you get better, so you better be ready for that."

it's a threat he can't wait to experience.

"how're you feeling?" you ask, hand combing through his hair. "did you have the medicine mingyu got you?"

"mm."

"feel like having anything?"

wonwoo tries saying something, but his throat feels dry all of a sudden. he extracts a hand from the comforter and points to his throat.

"water? tea?"

"tea...?"

you nod, for the bedside table for a flask he didn't even notice was there before.

"minghao dropped it by before leaving," you explain, filling a cup with some of the tea and setting it on the table. "lemon and honey. he said it'll help."

wonwoo's thankful, but he wants to know more about what you're doing here. "sorry," he says, his hand finding yours. he traces the shape of your palm and fingers, convincing himself you're really here.

"for?"

"you're supposed to be at work. i'm keeping you here."

"pfft. i wouldn't be here if i didn't want to surprise you, okay? it just happened that you fell ill. i'm doing this for me as much as i'm doing it for you. plus, it's a saturday tomorrow."

"oh," is all he can say.

"this tea isn't going to drink itself, you know."

wonwoo sniffs and picks up the cup. he holds it for a few seconds before his hands tremble, and he would have spilled it all over the comforter if it weren't for your hands that immediately took the cup from him.

"hot," he mumbles. "too hot."

you tut. "it's normal, baby. i'm sorry. i thought you'd have been feeling a bit better by now."

wonwoo makes a sound of displeasure. "it hates me."

you laugh, and he feels a bit better again. or maybe he's just imagining it. but it feels good. "no, it doesn't."

"it totally does. i should be sleeping by now."

"you should sleep after you have something. did you have anything since this morning?"

"mm. some soup. and...soup."

you give him a look. he doesn't know what to make of it, but he doesn't want it to be on your face for any longer.

"want me to help you have the tea?"

wonwoo nods and sits up slowly, still weak. he hasn't been this drained in ages, but he's glad you're here. his eyes close when he feels the cup touch his lips.

minghao doesn't joke about when it comes to tea. you sit in silence while he finishes the entire cup, word finally dislodging themselves from his throat.

"it's unfair."

"again? what is?"

he wipes messily at his glasses with his knuckles to see you clearly. "these keep fogging up..."

you take them off for him gently. he watches as you wipe his glasses clean with the edge of your shirt, looking at them in the light before placing them back on the bridge of his nose. better.

but the next sip ruins it again. wonwoo lets out a frustrated groan that turns into a laugh and you join in, and he wonders how he ever expected himself to go through the night without you.

you make sweater paws with your shirt and wipe his glasses gently. "i'll clean them however many times you want me to," you say softly. "but i'll still be here tomorrow morning, so you don't need to worry about not seeing me."

wonwoo wonders if you know how much better you're making him feel by just being here. your hair's not in its usual near state, your shirt is wrinkled, and you look exhausted, too, but it's you. and your familiar perfume, the softness of your hands, the love in your every move. and you're here, is the best part of it.

"just some more," you say, filling the cup again. "then you can sleep."

"i don't want to sleep," wonwoo mumbles, taking a sip. it really is helping him; his throat feels so much better than it has all day. "i want to talk to you."

"we can talk tomorrow when you're feeling even better, baby," you say, resting your hand on his chest. "you need your sleep right now. and i'm right here, okay?"

he knows you're right, but it doesn't quell his want to make up for the past month of virtual conversations. as he takes slow sips of his tea, he notices you looking at him.

"what?"

"hm?"

"you're staring."

you look at him, then look away. "missed you."

he somehow feels it's more than that. "that's all you're going to say?" he asks, parroting your words from earlier.

you meet his gaze, but you're blushing this time. huh.

"it's just...you've been looking so...good, recently," you say. "i've been seeing your videos, and stuff the boys keep sending me. i've missed you a lot. and i'm glad you're...that you're mine, you know?"

"i know," he says, eyes shutting for a moment, a smile spreading over his face. i know how it feels to feel that way.

you take the cup from him and promise to be back in ten minutes after your shower. wonwoo starts counting the seconds again, this time to make you come back to him faster. he likes to think it's worked, when it takes less than 600 seconds for you to be back next to him again.

you switch off the lights and settle down next to him in bed, scrolling through your phone while wonwoo gets used to the darkness again. a series of poorly muffled giggles gets him to open his eyes and turn to you.

"what's up?"

you show wonwoo your phone, still laughing. it's a picture of mingyu looking up and to the side while perfecting his angle for the camera. wonwoo presumes it's from the place dino wanted to go to. when you swipe to the next slide, it's the same picture. so is the next one. and the next one.

"what a goof," you giggle affectionately. "and he's deleted the post. i'm so going to tease him about this tomorrow."

wonwoo smiles at that. of course you will, and wonwoo will, if you forget.

you set the phone aside before moving a bit closer to him, enough for him to drape an arm around your waist.

"better?"

"now that you're here," he says honestly.

he knows you're blushing. "sleep well, okay?"

"you too, sweetheart."

wonwoo gets to see you tomorrow. he gets to go home with you after his final show tomorrow and spend the next two months at your place because there's nowhere else he has to be.

being sick sucks in general, but maybe it's okay just this once. because it brought him you earlier than he would have thought.

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fandomwritingbit · 10 months

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So this is something I've been formulating during the past two days. This isn't so much a request, just my rambling, but if it gives you some inspo then go right ahead :)

Steve/William is f!reader's career counselor. The first time they meet face-to-face, the way she looks and acts piques his interest. He's already planning on offering her the security gig, but purposefully doesn't propose it until a few days later just to toy with her, plus so he can have a reason to get her into his office again ASAP.

She accepts the job because even though the pay and hours aren't ideal, she still needs some money until she can find something long-term. Of course the whole "living animatronics" thing creeps her out, but sometime before she started, William made a point to tell the animatronics "Scare her, but don't kill her." After the first couple of shifts, she gets into a rhythm to tolerate them at least a little. Still a tad creepy, though not as much as that weird golden bunny looking thing in a backroom that she stumbled across one night...

Unbeknownst to her, William has developed an obsession with her. He takes advantage of the fact that he has her phone number to call her sometimes under the guise of wanting to know how the job is going and her home address so he can drive over to her place and watch her from a distance even if only for a few minutes. And yes, he's fantasized about her.

One day, he catches one of her guy friends dropping off groceries he got for her (because with the hours she's working and her now messed-up sleep schedule, who has time to buy food? lol) and this... pisses him off, so to speak. Like gripping the steering wheel levels of pissed off. Fueled by jealousy and possessiveness, next time she's in his office, he starts playing up more of his "dangerous but alluring" demeanour while still maintaining his professionalism to the best of his abilities so as to not set off any alarm bells. He even gambles ruining his entire scheme by covertly smelling her hair while she kneels down to pick something up.

He could've pounced on her right then and there. But no. He wants to draw this out a little while longer.

But when she makes an off-hand comment about looking for additional work during one of their phone calls, his patience immediately runs out. Bunny wants to leave? Like hell she will!

During her next shift, she hears commotion in one of the main areas. Believing it to be an intruder (at this point, she knows the animatronics well enough to not consider them as suspects) and goes to confront whoever it is. Lo and behold, it's that goddamn creepy bunny looking thing. Except it's moving. And laughing creepily at her. Oh shit.

The knife its brandishing in its hand certainly isn't helping matters.

After a brief scuffle, she runs to the storage area to get something better to fight off the lunatic rabbit with, but is suddenly grabbed and held by the neck and slammed against the wall. Its too strong for her to fight off and she's left panicking but still showing signs of defiance. This only seems to egg the rabbit on more as it gets uncomfortably close to her, making more creepy comments in that demonic voice, and even licks her at one point.

Soon enough, the rabbit's head is removed and she sees her career counselor underneath. Now she's even more terrified, and the sinister yet sensual actions escalate. Using the knife to force her face to look back at him, finally getting in close enough to properly smell her hair, slamming her against the wall again just to hear her groan in pain, the list goes on.

"I've waited long enough to get you like this," he says. "We're gonna be here for a long time."

Whatever happens after this is up to your imagination. Does she escape? Does he eventually kill her or keep her alive for his enjoyment? I dunno. Not sure how to end this. XDDD

Terrifying yet intriguing additional concept: if after he ""has fun"" with her (and who knows how long his idea of a "long time" is) and ends up killing her in the pizzeria, he hopes her ghost/spirit remains like the kids' did so that she can be stuck there as something of a maternal figure to the animatronics. If he can manipulate the kids to forget that he's the one who killed them, who's to say he can't do the same to her?

Okay... so you are a genius.

The whole idea of him withholding the job offer until the last second is absolutely the kind of manipulative thing he would do just so reader feels indebted to him and like he did her a favour. He’s such a hypocrite because when she thanks him, all he thinks is that she’s clingy and dependent even though he’s the one calling her at least once a week to ‘check in’ and driving to her house just to catch a glimpse of her through the windows.

As for the animatronics, telling them to scare her is just more manipulation, maybe just so he can give her tips or come to the rescue like some white knight.

He makes sure she’s still coming to appointments under the guise of looking out for her but it’s really all for him. He’s always on the verge of blowing the career counsellor cover because he leaves his hand on her back for too long, watches her lips move as she talks too much, leans in to smell her hair too often.

And if he feels like there’s a chance he’s going to lose her? Like you said with seeing a guy friend at her house or her looking at other job options. It’s the straw for the camel, honestly. I just love the set up you have of her going to investigate a noise she’s never heard before and being accosted. Of course she fights the rabbit, smashing whatever objects she can grab into its face, pushing as hard as she can, but it only ever deters him for a second, she’s just not strong enough.

He just revels in removing the head and seeing her eyes blow with realisation that it’s him. And you’re right, the knowledge that it's not some monster pawing at her but a bloke she’s known for weeks is much more terrifying. It’s like all her previous interactions with him replay in her mind now tinted with the creepy realisation that he was fantasising about this the whole time. He’d definitely take her right there, using that knife as motivation to make her a good girl for him. Cooing some abnormally sweet words that don’t match the dingy surroundings or the blade against her skin, “Just like that sweet girl.” Kind of things as his hand in her hair guides her to suck him.

“You can take it, come on.” As he pushes inside her. I think he’d be ‘nice’ to her in this situation because he knows how scared she is and in a twisted way he wants her to enjoy it, if you get what I mean.

Now after he’s devoured you, I just can’t decide if he’d kill her or not. Part of me thinks that if she begged for him to let her live he’d kill her, and if she said nothing he’d keep her around. If he let her live she’d be his from now on. Literally no escape, he knows where she lives where she works. He’d go as far as to keep track of any new jobs she applied for and bad mouth her to them, just to keep her where he wants her.

As for the supernatural part of this, with the spirits, I think if he killed her he’d be banking on her being stuck there. Is that not the most depraved victory? He’s then your last ‘lover’ and your first killer in the same night. You would forever be his, trapped there for him to play with. Also, like if he ever was caught for his crimes her name would always be next to his.

Anyways sorry for not doing much more with this but to be fair there wasn’t much for me to add! It was already well thought and written. Thanks so much for this xx

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #cw noncon #cw murder

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indecenthoney · 4 months

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"The Puppy Problem"

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There comes a time in your life when baby fever hits you a little too hard. Leaving you fully convinced that the only thing you need right now is to have a child. To the point, that you get a little too obsessed and the only possible cure is to actually get the deed done. This is exactly what happened to my girlfriend who has continually tempted me this entire week. Despite us both working, I have explained that raising a child takes more than just two paychecks. It includes saving and planning and a whole lot of other adult stuff. In her defense, she responded that it would be more than enough and threw in some "girl math" to sweeten the deal. If you had only seen the horrendous look on my face as she explained her reasoning.

"I-... No... What? No... We are not having a baby... Now can you please get off me? I know what you're trying to do and I am not going to breed you in the heat of the moment... Especially, if you just want to have a baby... Why not? It's because we're still young... You can barely get out of bed... How do you expect us to function? Okay okay... I know our kids are going to look cute... but that's not a reason to have a kid right now... No... And that's final... Ughhh c'mon don't look at me like that... Seriously... No... It's too soon... You're not going to let this go, are you? Okay... I am going to regret this but... This is how it's going to go... We'll adopt a puppy and if we raise him right... and you can prove that you'll be a good mother then I will think about having a baby... Emphasis on thinking about it... Deal? Alright alright... get off me now... Hey! Hey! Stop grinding... Fucking sneaky..."

After working out the details of the arrangement, I dropped by our local animal shelter to adopt a puppy. During the adoption, they had mentioned him being 4 weeks old and a golden retriever mix. Not that I had much intention of choosing a specific breed, but more so choosing him because he looked like the sun. Golden fur and a jovial personality. If we wanted a kid so badly, I thought the pup should also be similar to the mother. In all honesty, I've always seen my girlfriend as a sort of pup herself seeing as how she circles around me every time I am home. Maybe having a pup will bring out a motherly side of her. Who knows? She might turn out to be a wonderful mother. On our way home, I bought a few things: puppy bowls, puppy food, collars, a puppy bed, and even puppy toys. You can tell that I went a little overboard with all of this. After carrying all the things in, my girlfriend comes rushing to the door all excited. She played with Sol for hours and even took naps together. Completely tuckered out. We named him "Sol" by the way. After tucking them both in, I snapped a few pictures before hitting the hay myself. A few weeks passed by, and we soon learned that raising a puppy wasn't all fun and games. It also meant bringing him to the vet, cleaning up his mess, and working around our schedules to give him the attention he needed. It left us little to no time to do the things we wanted.

"Hey hun... I'm going to take Sol for a walk... No, it's okay you should rest... I think you need it... You look really tired... Get some more sleep and I'll handle Sol... I know I know... I want to cuddle too but Sol needs his walk right now or he's going to get antsy... You know how he gets... Now get some rest, I'm going for a jog and will be back in two hours, alright? Love you too..."

As Sol got bigger, he became a little too much for her. The little guy grew up to be very active and would often tire her out when it came to playtime. Luckily enough, I was able to keep up with Sol and used our time together to get the extra cardio in. Eventually, as the weeks passed, it would mostly be me and Sol spending time together leaving her to be home alone most of the time. It sort of led me to neglect her. Not that I knew, it was more of her not wanting to complain. Her mood quickly soured whenever I played or praised Sol. I would often find her tugging at my shirt but never really saying what she wanted. I would have sat down and checked on her, but Sol was already pulling on his leash for his walk. After our regular two-hour session, Sol walked off to his bowl to gulp down some water before knocking out in his doggy bed. After reaching the living room, I soon found my girlfriend completely hammered after nearly completing an entire bottle of liquor.

"Woah woah... What's the occasion? I didn't know we were celebrating... Jeez, you nearly finished the whole thing... I can't believe you're drinking alcohol... To be honest, I'm surprised you're still standing after all that... Hun? You... seem... mad... Why are you mad? What? Wait a minute... Hold on... There's no need to shout... and this was your idea, wasn't it? You're the one that wanted a kid so badly... I was only giving us a test run... H-hun? Awww hun... There's no need to cry... I'm sorry... Okay okay... I'm starting to get it... You must've been... really... lonely, huh? Drinking your sorrows away... What? Did Sol make you jealous? Yeah? See? And parenting is a whole other ball game... The baby would keep us busy 24/7... We wouldn't even have time to cuddle... What am I going to do with you? Mmm... I have an idea... Follow me... C'mon right this way... Ah, don't worry about him... Sol is going to be out for a couple of hours... More than enough to make up for lost time... Hahahaha... It's fine... It's fine... Let me take care of you, okay?"

Fuck. In the end, I was so focused on raising Sol that I ended up neglecting her own feelings. Even if I did have good intentions, I guess a part of me really wanted it to work out knowing how badly she wanted a kid. But seeing her this sad broke my heart. I wanted to make it up to her. Who knows how long she must've been feeling this way? After entering our room, I quickly pushed her against the door. Locking lips; intertwining ourselves. Pining for one another as if we haven't seen each other in ages. As cheesy as it may sound, I needed her like I needed air. It had been quite a while since I last tasted her sending shivers down my spine. The urge to take a bite out of her. To hear her scream my name in pain and pleasure. And though I hesitated, I would soon feel her hands pulling me in. Tempting me to do whatever I please on a condition. It being that all the attention in the world must be placed on her. No phone call or emergency could distract me from her gaze. And so I bite. Not a second wasted before pressing my lips against hers; muffling her moans. I acted on my excitement. Leaving her literally breathless. Abruptly, I retreat giving her some way to catch her breath. Only to see the desperate look in her eyes as I pull away. Longing for me to fill the void that I had placed.

"You know... You're really cute when you look up at me like that... Hun? Hahahah... There's not a single thought behind those pretty puppy eyes of yours, huh? Alright... C'mon, stand up... We can't have you melting in my arms just yet... Follow me... Mhm... Sit right here... Let's just take these off, yeah? What pretty little panties you have on... Hm? What're we doing in front of the mirror? Well... You're just going to sit down and see for yourself... Fuck... me... This wet already? Just from a little kissing? That's so embarrassing... Put it in? Hahahah... Sweetie... There's no need to rush... Of course, I can slide my fingers in... It's just a matter of if I want to... God... You're just soaking right through them... Look at the mirror... See? Aren't you fucking pretty... Now now... If you even think about looking away, I'll stop completely... Yeah? Good... girl... That's it... Mmm... Look at how leaky you've become... So naughty... It's okay... It's understandable... I haven't had much time to touch myself either, you know? So I know what you're going through... That being said, I'll stop teasing... Thank you for waiting so patiently... Good things come to good girls that wait, no? And you're a good girl, are you not? Exactly... I'm glad you think that because I have a little something something for you... Mhm... A collar... Pretty, right? There's no need to be shy... As soon as you put it on I'll give you what you want, deal? Hahahah... See? Nothing to be ashamed about... Now... Why don't we fill you with fingers you love so so so much... Ohhh fuck... Too much? You say that but you're not telling me to stop, are you? Let's go a little deeper... Fill those pretty little holes... Mmph... Hahaha... Yeah? That's my girl... Shhhhh shhhhh it's okay... It's feels good, doesn't it? Look at you... gripping around my fingers... I know you missed me... but I'm right here hun... I can barely pull my fingers back... Don't wanna let go, huh...? Such a needy little girl... "

After seeing how sensitive she was from just the rubbing, I opted to taking a much slower approach. It would have been boring to have her concede so soon. Knowing that, I guided my middle finger down; easing her in until she was ready for another. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the second pressed up into her walls. Her once empty cunt now filled to the brim causing her to throw her head back. Shallow breathes to shakey motions. My other hand pulling her back into the gaze of the mirror. Forcing her to watch as I toy with her for my enjoyment. Stuttering moans and heavy breaths escape her lips. Failing to communicate between my pulsing fingers. My arms and legs coiled around her preventing any chance of escape.

"Hahahahaha... Uhm... What was that? Hun... You're gonna have to pull yourself together if you want the slightest chance of me understanding you... And what do you think you're doing? Stopping me all of a sudden... Ohhhh? A break? But we just started... I mean... This is what you wanted, no? And now you're telling me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finger fuck you senseless right now... Huh? You're going to... what? Pee...? Hahahah... And, so what? I'm not scared of little waterworks... Awwww is the filthy little pup gonna piss herself... You poor thing... Must've been all that alcohol... What a way to bite yourself in the ass... Please? And if I say no? What if I wanna see you make mess out of yourself...? Hm? Anything? Really? Fine fine fine... You have yourself deal... Let's go to the bathroom, shall we? Oop- Before I forget... Where do I put that leash of mine? There we go... Just gonna put this on... and mhm... ready to go... Huh? Well... I'm bringing you to the bathroom, of course, silly... Joking? Me? Hahhaha... No no I'm dead serious... And all you have to do is keep your end of the deal... C'mon quickly... We wouldn't want to ruin the sheets more than we already have... The sooner we get this over with the better... So get on all fours... After all, you're just dumb little pup that doesn't know any better... How can I trust you to piss properly when I can't even leave you alone for a second? Now... be a good girl and crawl for me..."

With some reluctance, she made her way off the bed and to the floor. Her back perfectly arched leaving room for temptation to fuck her right then and there. She attempted to quickly scurry off to the bathroom to avoid any further embarrassment. But was brought to a complete halt as I tugged on her leash. In her confusion, I once again pulled to signal her back to me. Her gaze avoiding eye contact at all costs whilst questioning my motives.

"Well, aren't you excited? Hahahah... There's no need to rush... You should really know better, hun... We can't have you running off, can we? Let's take it slow... Mhm... You're doing such a good job... Almost there... Fuck... It's cute... The way your ass shakes with each step... I'm starting to think we should collar you more often... Would you like that? Hahaha I'm just kidding... Kinda... Here we are... Woah... Not yet sweetheart... You need to ask for permission... and then I'll let you piss... Good things come to good girls that wait, remember? Need to make sure that you're trained... Shake. You heard me... Shake. Good girl... Such a quick learner... Alright... Sit. Oh? Alright alright... Bark. What's the hold-up? C'mon, hun... Bark for me... Hahahah... Fuck... No no, you did good... You're allowed to piss now... but you have to piss like a mutt... Yes... Still on all fours... Raise your leg and piss... Embarrassing? Well... I could always stick my fingers in and mess with your insides until you piss yourself... No? Alright... so do your best..."

Relieving herself quickly took a turn for the worst as the golden liquid dribbled down her thigh. A rollercoaster of emotions were displayed before rivers of tears ran down her face. I found myself conflicted between guilt and the sick kick of her own embarrassment. Nonetheless, I was proud of her and praised her for her efforts. After wiping the tears, I hurridely ran a bath for the both us to better unwind from this interesting little experience. Unfortunately, my member was still fully erect. A particular part of me that couldn't really be ignored as it throbbed against her ass. I sat there in silence trying to repent for my crimes. But even then, she was gentle with me; easing me from my suffering. My cock that felt the cool sensation of the bath soon enveloped by her pulsing, hot cunt. Speaking too soon, I experienced a more insufferable punishment. We laid there motionless. God. I wanted to fuck her. But to risk ruining her mood even further would be a fate worse than hell itself. I was unsure of my disposition. Was she mad? Was that too much? I pulled gently on her collae to reveal the nape of her neck. Placing kisses awaiting some sort of response.

"I-... Uhm... S-sorry I really don't know what came over me... and if you're upset I completely understan- Huh? What... am I waiting for? What do you mean?"

My mind went blank over the course of this conversation. I was completely perplexed. Even after pissing herself, she had the audacity to question my determination. She sat there. Unsure of whether I was going to keep my word and take care of her or have her do all the work herself. In that instance, it would be said that I had completely lost, but I had my own pride for these sorta things. I honestly didn't give her enough credit. She wasn't just some puppy girl or frail princess. She was a lady. A lady with needs. It's not something complicated like a dog eat dog world. It's simpler than that. It is to use or be used. And how am I a man, if I were not to satisfy and fulfill those very needs. Fingers slipped through narrow openings and hooked their way around her collar pulling her down even deeper into my hips. The once, cold tension had subsided. Water violently splashed; spilling out from the sides due to shaking hips. The shrill shriek of her voice slightly choking. Truly a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Mmmph... Fuck... You don't understand how much I've missed this, baby... Aaa... God... I-I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I had spend another... FUCKING... week of not being able to touch you... Hahahah and from the looks of it... You feel the same way, huh? The way your pussy tightens every time I pull harder on your collar... Awww... Speak up, princess... Tell me how much you love it... Right here... Right now... I'll even reward you... Give you as many puppies as you want... Breed you over... and over... Fill your pretty little holes to the brim... No? Hahahaha a little too late for a no... A bit heartless even... Stopping me this late into the game... Do you not want puppies anymore? Not right now? Here I thought our kids were going to look cute... Well, you better do something quick... cause the closer I get I'm starting to think I really do want kids..."

Her splendid body towered over me as I lay watching in the tub. She straddled me but leaned in for a kiss before guiding my cock back into her. And here I thought, I had scared her with the whole bit but maybe she did want kids after all. At this point, I didn't really care. Nor was I in any position to stop her. Something was a bit off. A bit tighter than usual? I wanted to move but she had my arms in lockdown, asking for another minute to adjust. Even just kicking my leg up a bit would cause her to bite down into my shoulder. Maybe she came? After a while, I decided to do the moving on my own. Slow, shallow strokes. Fucking into her as if we had all the time in the world. Her bites slowly transitioned into moans muffled into my shoulder. She sunk deeper into my arms; placing kisses on her forehead. Reassuring her to leave everything to me. Nearing my limit, I grasped her waist with both hands before cumming into her. A euphonic blend of moans bounced off the bathroom walls which soon after was filled with laughter.

"Hahahah... I felt like I came buckets... That's kinda gross actually... I'll shut up... Hahahah... Youuuuu okay? We really have to find time for ourselves... I could always have the neighbor kids to walk Sol around... To be honest, why haven't we done that sooner? Right? Hahahah... Uhm I'm sorry for neglecting you... I should've checked on you sooner... Silly... I love you... I know how important having a kid was to you... so I wanted it to work... You know? I'm glad we got this sorted out... Now let's get you cleaned up! I don't want you catching a cold... And maybe... grab you a plan B... What do you mean no? You want to have a kid? But I came in you... I came in your... Oh... OHHHH! No wonder you were all flinch-y... That's kinda hot..."

After cleaning ourselves up, we took our time in bed to cuddle and talk about everything that happened. Luckily, Sol was still sleeping soundly in his bed by the time we were finished. It gave me more than enough time for us to reconnect and flirt. A kiss here and there. A little, spicy makeout session that almost turned into another round of explicit scenes. But I digress. I would even go on to tease her by calling her a "good girl". In my excitement, I guess I was a bit loud. That was when we heard scratching at the door. It was Sol pawing and whining wondering where we were. After opening the door, he would rush onto the bed and snuggle up to the mom. I quickly followed and joined the party. The three of us were happy and tuckered out after a long day. Who knows? Maybe one day soon, I wouldn't mind having a kid. Or two. Or... three.

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With love and lust,

Honey

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thebibliosphere · 2 years

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hi, i know you get a lot of health asks, but i've got one you might give better advice on than google if you have the time: i feel so tired all the time, even if i wanted to do most things, a lot of the time i spend all day lying on the couch. but i Know i could get up and at least do Something if i put my whole ass into it... so it feels like i'm just being lazy. do you have any idea if it's this hard for everyone or if i'm just not determined/motivated enough?

I'm going to tell you something I wish someone had told me a long time ago: There's no such thing as lazy.

Sometimes our brains and bodies need more rest than others, and sometimes that'll fluctuate. Sometimes we're dealing with stress which impacts our energy levels. Sometimes we're recovering from an illness, and it's taking a little longer than we'd like. Either way, when we feel like we are failing to do things, it is not because we are lazy. It's because there is something we either need, or there is something in the way, and we need help figuring out what it is.

What you are describing could be a couple of things. They range from health ailments that cause physical fatigue (anemia, sleep disorders, chronic fatigue syndrome, other vitamin deficiencies, etc, etc.) to mental health conditions that impact executive dysfunction and dopamine uptake, which can make doing things very difficult -- even things you want to do!

If you haven't had a physical of late, it might not be a bad idea to get yourself checked out to make sure you're not suffering from any deficiencies. Even being a little low in B vitamins and vitamin D can severely impact mood and energy levels. Iron and folate too.

If you feel like you're not getting restful sleep, it might also be worthwhile getting a sleep study done if you can. If you are neurodivergent or suspect you might be, it's important to note that sleep delay disorders are common with things like ADHD and Autism, and feeling tired during the day is more normal for us because our sleep cycle doesn't always adhere to a 9-5 schedule.

I'm not fully awake until the afternoon/evening because that's when my brain lights up. Used to kill me when I had a regular 9-5 job. I used to fall asleep constantly at my desk, and still do if I try to make myself work first thing in the morning. I'm a night owl, and I embrace it because I can.

Executive dysfunction is not also exclusive to things like ADHD, and many people can suffer from it either from things like depression or prolonged stress and burnout. Therapy and medication(s) can help if that is the case.

So yes. It's plenty hard for a lot of us, and you're not lazy. You just haven't figured out what you need yet.

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sara78 · 10 months

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Family Don't End In Blood - Part 10

Summary: Following the events of the previous nights, everyone is keeping themselves on their toes. The Ackles family, plus Y/N and Jared, discuss their further moves. Disagreements arise, but a kind soul breaks out the fight easily and allows things to settle down before talking real game.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count:3,299 (wow, really?)

Transcription - Y/M/N: Your mother's name ; Y/H/C: Your home country

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (nothing graphic but SKIP IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU), kids are the kindest souls in the universe and you can't prove me otherwise, angst

A/N: Here's a little reward for powering through the week :D

Your nights have been pretty restless through the last few years of your life. The way you would flinch from the slightest sound your ears picked up, the way you curled underneath the blanket and squeezed a pillow to your chest, often burying your face in it as well, trying to quiet down the cries and allow the soft fabric to pick up all of your tears without any judgment, the way you would jump awake from a nightmare, just to get hit and yelled at for waking up others and the way you overall didn't feel safe, did a thing or two to you through the course of years.

Something happened with all of that when you started working on Supernatural. Something changed in the way your body worked. You slept pretty well. Yes, nightmares were still there, but there was no yelling and punching after you woke up from one. Your body felt safe, surrounded by kind people and kids. You slowly but surely started to feel like the old self - able to asleep in any spot at any time. You're pretty sure Jensen, Jared and Misha have a whole album on their phones just with your weird sleeping spots just to tease you, which you didn't mind, as you had just as much material to tease them back.

But this night was restless. For both you and Jensen. Maybe it was the fear of what tomorrow would bring. Maybe it was fear of how are things going to go down. Or it was fear of losing people close to you. No matter the reason, fear was evidently present. You could feel it in the air.

You just laid down next to Jensen and stared at the ceiling with him after you finished getting ready for bed.

He'd strike up a question. You'd do the same. But all the conversations died rather quickly and you'd both return to silence, staring at the ceiling and trying to calm down your racing minds.

Soon enough the night turned into early morning, and everything that was going through your head was pushed aside as you heard a knock on the door,

"Hey," Jared's raspy morning voice spoke up, "Danneel and the kids should be here soon. Wanna come with us to pick 'em up?" you nod, sitting up and yawning, Jensen still laying down, "Did you two sleep any?"

"No," Jensen said as he sat up while you stood up, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, "I'll be ready in a few."

"No hurries," Jared said, "Y/N, wanna come with me to grab breakfast after we pick everyone up from the airport? We're not on set today."

"What?" you asked, visibly confused, "It was supposed to be Mish, you and me on set today. What happened to that?"

"Rich sent me a text and told me we're off the schedule for today and tomorrow. We had the weekend off anyways, so it's just extended now," Misha spoke up from behind, making you sigh,

"I don't want others working overtime because of me. I can work."

"Rich is behind the steering wheel and that's what he decided. Making this show isn't just acting as well," Jared pointed out,

"Besides, you can go ahead and call him, wake him up and make him all grumpy. I'd enjoy that, he loves his beauty sleep," Misha added, making everyone smile.

Crowded places weren't your jam. Maybe because you always had a feeling you weren't safe. You didn't know how many different personalities walked past you and that scared you a bit. Especially because coming from a third-world country, you'd never seen so many people packed somewhere and it was a weird experience, but you'd learned fast enough.

But this time, as you walked through the airport, you kept scanning every single face that had even the slightest of resemblance to her.

You were afraid she was following you. You weren't sure how much does she know and what weapons is she willing to use to get to you and people you love. She's got her way around here and it scares you to hell and back.

And to think that she could pop out from anywhere and hurt anyone who's walking with you and hurt the four people who are about to land sent chills down your spine and kept you on edge with every step you took.

You were at the gate just in time, as Danneel walked up with the kids. While the girls ran to Jensen, Zeppelin had no problem running to you, even though he was on a long flight and you could see how tired he was just by the way he looked at you. But the way he lit up and smiled when his eyes caught glimpse of you made you smile just as wide, seeing how much joy and love can a child's heart hold. He was in your arms within seconds and you felt so relieved to be able to hug him tightly and protect him from whatever might happen.

He's just a little kid.

How can she threaten a child?

You kissed his temple as he curled into your hold and clung to you, not letting go,

"I missed ya, Y/N," he murmured, making you smile and rock him gently,

"I missed you too, big guy," you responded, allowing Jensen to give his buddy a kiss as you waved at the girls. Arrow came up and gave your leg a small hug, while JJ walked past you and went straight to Jared. You sighed, Danneel showing up and giving you a big hug,

"I'm sorry," you whispered and she shook her head, still hugging you,

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We're safe and that's all that matters."

"Let's get going," Misha said, "You must be tired and hungry."

"Y/N and I will go order and bring breakfast home," Jared said, letting JJ down into the backseat and making you sigh as you put Zeppelin in his car seat to which he protested,

"Hey, what's my little guy want for breakfast?" you tried and he pouted, "Buddy, I know you wanna stay with me, but uncle Jared has no kid seats in his car because he's a dummy," Zeppelin giggled, making you smile too, "How about I get y'all a shake?" Arrow squealed in joy in response, Zeppelin nod and JJ kept quiet,

"Birdie, say thank you to Y/N," Jensen said, looking at her as he sat in the drivers seat. She pouted and looked away in the other direction, "Come on birdie."

"Thanks," she murmured, not looking at you. You sighed, looking down for a second and catching a deep breath to stop the tears from spilling.

JJ didn't like you. At all. And that was okay. You didn't expect her to like you. Especially because she's way older than the twins and understands more than they can right now. But you were trying to do as much as you could without overstepping her boundaries and now, when you are this vulnerable, the slightest thing that usually doesn't bother you now seems like the end of the world. And it hurt, plain and simple.

"What's the plan?" you asked, working on strapping the twins safely into their seats as you sniffled,

"We're gonna discuss that on our way back," Jensen sighed, sipping on his coffee, "You don't separate from Jared."

"I won't," you sighed, kissing Zeppelin and Arrow's foreheads before closing the door to the backseat, "Please, talk about every possible option. Even the ones that have me going away," you said and Danneel shook her head as you looked at her,

"You going away is never going to be an option," she said with a smile and you sighed, walking away to Jared's car.

Three hours later

"You guys good?" Jensen asked as you and Jared walked into the apartment an hour and a half later,

"Yeah," you smiled, "Kids asleep?"

"Out like a light," Danneel smiled, "Zeppelin was the last one to fall asleep. He was waiting for you."

"That kid will be the death of me," you smiled, "Breakfast good?"

"Yeah. Yours got cold though," Jensen pointed out, "Everything okay for sure?"

"Yeah," you smiled, "We just needed to clear our heads and get some fresh air."

"I had a moment and she made me stop and do as she said," Jared popped in, "Sorry for not checking in."

"She sent me a text. Knows us all too well," Jensen smiled, ruffling your hair, "Now you two get your asses at the table and eat."

Heavy silence filled the room while you and Jared ate. Jensen was sipping on his fourth coffee of the day and Danneel was sitting right next to him, cuddled up to his side and playing with the fingers of his hand.

Jared was obviously the first one to finish the meal, as he was the human food vacuum. You took a few more minutes before placing your plate and utensils into the dishwasher and turning it on. You returned to the living room, where Jensen and Danneel were on the couch and Jared was on the other couch, facing the two. You took a seat next to Jared and sighed,

"This can't go on anymore," you said, bringing Jensen back from his over thinking and Danneel from her half-asleep daze, "We can't make this work out. We tried, and I love you all for trying, but it's not working. We gotta do something because I don't want either of you being in danger anymore."

"We don't want you being in danger too," Jensen added, making you sigh, "We're gonna make it work."

"How?" you asked, "By keeping Dee and the kids here, imprisoned?"

"No," Jensen shook his head, "It was a bone-headed move to make them come here. I acted out of fear. They're way safer in Texas."

"What makes you think that?" you asked,

"She's wanted for not showing up for trial with Chaos Machine when she attacked you," Danneel explained, "She can't cross the border nor use any of her documents. Unless she makes a new identity, she can't cross the border. She's also here on a travel visa, which expired long time ago."

"She makes connections so deep in the rotten pores of the law it makes me sick. I wouldn't be surprised if she found someone to work with who could get her over the border," you explained,

"Even if she does, it'll take a long time. Kids and I will be safe in Austin. Now, Jensen, honey, you making us come here wasn't a bone-headed move. We need to be together, at least for a few days. Kids and I will stay for a bit and then go back. They still have around a month of school left and you have a lot of filming to do."

"I mean, it's only five weeks. But that might be extended, given all the circumstances," you pointed out and Jensen shook his head,

"We're skyrocketing on the streaming charts. We're doing another season in the fall and two extra episodes this summer. Meaning we don't get off work till mid June."

"When were you gonna tell us that?" Jared spoke up from where he was leaned against the couch, "We doing that good?"

"We still got it, old man," Jensen teased, making everyone giggle,

"He's not old. He just has gray hair that Sarah has to dye over and over again," you pointed out, Jared sitting up and tickling your sides as Jensen and Danneel giggled, "I'm glad we brought the show back."

"We all are," Danneel smiled,

"Nonetheless, my point stil stands. The filming is going to take a while. She has all the time in the world to figure shit out. She's going to find a way to fuck us over, one way or another. I know you don't like this idea at all, but I think that me moving out is the most rational option at the moment."

"No," Jensen shook his head, eyes staring at some point on the carpet, "Not happening."

"Jense, it's for the best. I'm the target and she's using you to get to me. She knows me all too well. If I remove myself from your place, she won't chase after you anymore. We're gonna see each other on set. We have phones too. We can keep in touch, and of course we will. I don't want to cut any contact off. I just want to remove myself physically from you and your families until it's safe for you."

"It's supposed to be about your safety too, not just ours," Jensen said,

"Well my safety had been compromised for a very long time. I can live a bit longer in the danger zone. You, however, don't deserve to suffer because of what's going on between me and her."

"But kid, there's a plot hole," Jared spoke up, "Say you move out. We stay in contact, all cool. But what if she comes to us and asks for your whereabouts?"

"Simple, I won't give you my address. You won't know."

"And you think that us telling her we don't know will be the answer she wants to hear? You think she'd believe us?"

"I… Fuck," you breathed, running a hand over your face,

"I'd tell her to piss off, whether I knew the address or not," Jensen growled,

"None of us would give it up," Jared added, "I see where you're coming from, munchkin. But unfortunately, plot holes exist and she might want to hurt us even if we're don't know anything about your whereabouts. I'm siding with Jensen on this one. It's better to be around familiar people. It helps with your head, right? That's what you told me like an hour ago. There's no reason to sit and suffer in silence."

"I wish I was normal," you whispered, looking down to the floor, "I wish we weren't having this conversation right now. I wish I wasn't the problem."

"You are normal and you aren't the problem," Danneel said, "Sweetie, you're so far from the problem. We all know who the real problem is and we know that in this moment we can't remove it. But what we can do is stay together and keep fighting."

"What if I just met up with her?" you said, Jensen's eyes widening as he looked you in the eye, "I mean, just end it, once and for all?"

"What makes you think she'll listen?" Jensen said, making you roll your eyes,

"You can't just contradict everything I say, Jensen. Especially not when some of the solutions are actually pretty solid."

"I'm not contradicting you because I like to. I'm doing it because I don't want you to be in her vicinity. Ever again. After everything she's done to you, she doesn't get to keep having her way with you."

"Due all respect, you don't even know half of what happened-"

"And that's what scares me!" Jensen exclaimed, "It scares me to hell and back because I don't want you to live like that anymore. I don't want you to jump at every sound your ears pick up, I don't want you waking up from nightmares, drenched in sweat and crying, I don't want you to be afraid of loving and being loved. I want you to be a kid too! And by putting yourself out there, you're doing her a favor. You can't compromise your safety like that. "

"If you wish for a normal kid, why did you want to adopt me in the first place?" you asked,

"I never said I wanted a normal kid. Just a kid that isn't in fight or flight mode all the fucking time."

"Well that's what you get," you said, "You knew what you got yourself into. I've warned you multiple times that I can't be a regular kid. I'm fucked up, very fucked up on many, many levels and I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations."

Jensen abruptly stood up and walked away into his bedroom, Danneel sighing and going after him, which left you with Jared. You buried your face in your palms, trying so hard not to cry.

You got attached.

And you shouldn't have.

"There's no expectations to meet," Jared's voice spoke up as you felt the couch dip down on your right, "We just want to give you a space where you can feel safe and sound. Where you don't have to be afraid. Where you can relax and be yourself without any hesitation. We love you for who you are. We loved you on day one, when we didn't know nothing about you besides how big your appetite is and how much of a joker you are. And we didn't stop loving you when your background unraveled and came into the picture. And we won't stop loving you, no matter what tomorrow brings. You're our kid and nothing can change that. Fuck me, we all have loads of crap on our shoulders and you love us the same way we love you."

"That's different."

"How can that be different?" Jared asked, "There's no difference. There's no measuring whose pile of crap is heavier. There's none of that. We all have our own struggles and we all have an equal right to feel how we feel about them. There's nothing wrong in being scared and nobody here wants you to be someone you're not. You're scared and you're terrified. You can be scared and terrified. Nobody would point any fingers at you because we know what's the reason for it and whilst maybe we don't know the whole story, we know enough to piece it together and understand."

"You are NOT moving out," Jensen growled as he stormed out of his bedroom, Danneel on his tail. His tone took you by surprise and his stance gave you some not so nice flashbacks, resulting in your body flinching in a try to shy away from him,

"Jensen, relax. Nobody's moving out," Jared said, "Let's all take a deep breath and-"

"You don't get to walk out on your family," Jensen kept talking to you, "Not on us. Not on that little kid who loves you more than anything in this world," he began, pointing to Zeppelin's room, "Not on this woman who took you in like you're her own child. Not on Jared who cares for you so deeply. And not on me. You don't get to walk out on me because I want to protect you and keep you safe."

"I'm not asking for protection," you said, standing up, "And I'm not walking out on anyone. I just want to do this right."

"And you think that handing yourself to her is the way to go?!" Jensen asked, making you gulp,

"I don't know!" you exclaimed, "I don't know what's the right thing to do. I want to do something, anything, just to feel like I at least tried."

"Well, we can do something else. Together. But you're not moving out. You're not leaving your family."

"Jensen-"

"No!" he exclaimed, "You are family. To me, to Danneel, to the kids. To the Padalecki, to Misha. So, I'm sorry, but you're not gonna be by yourself as you wallow in self-hate, painful memories and fear. You've had enough crap for the next 10 lifetimes and it scares the shit out of me that you were on your own all this time and it freaks me out that I don't know half of the stuff she fed you with and I don't know if I can help you, but I'm going to be here and you're going to be here and you're staying. You don't get to say you involved us too much already. Because the moment she step foot onto the set, that's when your problem became our problem. She won't hurt you ever again! I'm not gonna let her hurt you again! And I'm not gonna let you destroy yourself and put yourself in danger because-"

"Daddy, stop yelling at Y/N!" Zeppelin's small voice echoed, making everyone go dead silent as they all looked at him in his dinosaur pajamas, holding his blankie in his tiny hands. He walked up to Jensen who had his eyes glued to him, "You tell us we shouldn't yell. Apologize to Y/N."

Everyone was in awe of Zeppelin's words. Such a young child yet so emotionally mature. He turned around and walked up to you and you smiled as you picked him up and sat him on your hip,

"I'm sorry Y/N," Jensen whispered, sitting down,

"It's okay," you said, "If I recall, you have some dinosaurs to be fed?" Zeppelin nod with a smile, "Then we can't keep them waiting any longer or they'll eat us," you smiled, walking away from the living room.

3rd person POV

"That kid is something else," Jared breathed, Danneel grabbing Jensen's hand and bringing him back to sit down at the couch,

"He's right," Jensen whispered, "We teach them not to do that, yet I did the exact same thing I tell them not to do. I didn't want to yell at her."

"People can push our buttons and she's been pushing yours for a long time," Danneel said, "She knows you didn't mean for it to come out that harsh."

"She probably thinks I hate her," he responded,

"Then you talk to her and make sure she understands that you are allowed to have bad days," Jared joined in, "You're human, brother. You can make mistakes. As long as you owe up to them and try better next time, you'll be forgiven. And Y/N is one of the kindest souls I've ever met. She'll have no problem forgiving you. If someone knows what it's like to keep all those feelings bottled up, it's gonna be her. I bet she ain't even mad."

"Jared's right, honey," Danneel cooed, kissing his temple, "He's very right. Just talk to her about it later. Let some time pass. And everything you said is true and we stand by what your point is. She has a good intention, just bad execution."

"I just want everything to be over so that we can adopt her and be a family and just live life without being in fear all the fucking time," Jensen breathed, running his hands through his hair,

"She's got a long road ahead of her, but we're gonna be there to support her no matter what," Danneel smiled softly, squeezing Jensen to her side, "You're so noble, to love her the way you love all three of the other kids. Your heart is so big and so loving. Don't ever forget that."

"I hope I can do enough to make her stay."

"She's not going to leave us," Jared pointed out, "She just has to learn that sometimes she can't do anything about something. And no matter what happens, she's still gonna be the one getting pranked alongside Misha. She's still gonna be our kid, no matter what. You gotta trust her on that."

"I do trust her, of course I do," Jensen breathed, "I just… I'm just scared of the endless possibilities. What if she kidnaps her and brings her back to Y/H/C? She said it herself, Y/M/N is playing this game very dirty. Who knows what she can do to her."

"Some things can't be stopped," Danneel said, "Of course we want to protect her and keep her safe. But some things can't be stopped and we cannot foresee what's gonna happen. She won't be stopped from doing whatever she wants to do to Y/N. I wish we knew and I wish we could act on it but maybe we won't be able to and that's okay too. She's not gonna blame you or anyone else for what her mother does. And we'll be here for her when it's over, to help her heal and give her a place to call home."

"Yeah," Jensen whispered, wrapping his arms around Danneel and hugging her back, "You should get some sleep, honey."

"You should too," she countered,

"I just downed another coffee. It might take a while before I start getting sleepy again."

"It doesn't matter," Danneel pointed out, "Just come lay with me when you calm down your jitters."

"I'll go out, get some food, make some lunch and dinner. Invite Misha over," Jared said, "When I come back everyone in this house better be sleeping," he said, standing up from his seat, walking over to Zeppelin's room, knocking on it softly before getting in and closing the door behind him,

"Sorry to interrupt," he spoke up with a smile, seeing how happy Zeppelin was as he played with Y/N, "I was wondering if you guys have any ideas for lunch and dinner tonight?"

"I'm fine with whatever," Y/N said, shrugging her shoulders,

"I wants pizza!" Zeppelin exclaimed, Y/N and Jared giggling,

"Yeah? How about everyone makes their own pizza tonight? Everyone gets to choose what to put on 'em?"

"Yeah!" Zeppelin exclaimed happily, "Thanks uncle Jare!"

"You're welcome," he smiled, ruffling his hair, "Are you happy because you get to play with Y/N?"

"Yea!" he said with a wide smile, "I love Y/N!"

"I love you too, big guy," Y/N smiled, Jared smiling as well,

"I'll leave you guys to it. You better get some sleep before lunch too. That's an order."

"That's a boring order," Zeppelin said, making you and Jared giggle,

"What do you say, is uncle Jare scary?" Y/N asked and Zeppelin shook his head,

"No. He funny and clumsy and old."

"Well thank you very much," Jared grumbled, "This old man will be going to the grocery store now and leave y'all to feeding the Jurassic Park over there."

"You okay?" Jared asked as he left Zeppelin's room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Jensen was leaning against one of many windows in his apartment, just looking out to the streets,

"Yeah," Jensen breathed, "Sorry for freaking you out earlier."

"Don't apologize," he shook his head, "I was kinda surprised by your abrupt leave though."

"I just..." Jensen shook his head, "I was so pissed at Y/M/N. Still fucking am. I would love to punch something. Preferably her face."

"We would be taking turns for that," Jared sighed, patting Jensen's back, "It's okay. Y/N is playing with Zeppelin, seems to calm her down a little. Give her a little bit of time."

"Yeah, will do," he whispered, "Thanks for being here man."

"It's what brothers do," he smiled, "I'll be heading out. Pineapple pizza for dinner?"

"You want to get your face punched instead?" Jensen asked, making Jared giggle and jokingly run away, "Shoo, old man."

"Your face is old!" Jared exclaimed from the doorway, closing the door behind him.

Jensen took one final glance from the window, scanning the blurry faces on the street. He sighed, walking away and into the room JJ and Arrow shared. He made sure they were nicely tucked in and leaned to give them both a kiss to their cheek before going to the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. Seeing himself in the mirror scared him a little. The bags under his eyes definitely have their five minutes of glory. He grabbed his toothbrush and brushed his teeth before changing into a pair of shorts and a shirt and walking up to Zeppelin's room.

The door was slightly open and he saw Y/N and Zeppelin sitting on the floor, both of them playing with dinosaurs toys,

"Y/N," Zeppelin spoke up as he kept playing, "Why's daddy scared?"

"Uh, you remember that monster you dreamt of a while back?" Y/N asked and he nod, "Yeah, remember how I said I have dreams with monsters too?" Zeppelin nod again, "Dad is scared of some monsters of his own."

"He had a bad dream?" Zeppelin asked, looking at Y/N and stopping with playing, "But you told me daddy will protect us."

"He will, of course he will," Y/N smiled, "But daddy can be scared too. And he will still protect us, no matter what."

"He yelled at you," Zeppelin looked down, poking at one of his dinosaurs toys, "Is he mad at you?"

"Probably," Y/N sighed,

"Why?" he asked,

"I make mistakes. I've been making a lot of those recently."

"Like JJ?" he asked and she smiled,

"Sorta."

"But JJ doesn't talk to mommy and daddy when they're mad at her, or when she's mad at 'em. You talk to daddy. Why's he still mad at you then?"

"Just because we talk doesn't mean he's not mad at me. He's scared too. You remember how you reacted when you saw the monster in your dream?" Zeppelin nod, looking down in shame, "Hey, bubba, lookie at me," she tried, crawling over to him and picking him up and sitting him in her lap, "I'm not saying this to tease you. I'm trying to tell you that everyone reacts some way when they're scared."

"So, daddy yelled because he's scared?" Zeppelin asked and Y/N nod,

"Partly, yes. That's right bubba."

"Can we help him not to be scared anymore?" he asked and she smiled,

"I think this is just one of his bad days."

"So what do we do?"

"We remind him of how much we love him and give him an extra tight hug," Y/N said, Zeppelin nodding,

"Okay. Can I do it now?"

"I think dad's asleep. But you can totally do it when he wakes up. Now, I've got a little something for you..." Y/N said, reaching under the bed and grabbing a new Lego set of a monster truck and showing it to Zepp, which resulted in a squirm and a jump right on her,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he exclaimed, clinging to her. She smiled, hugging him and kissing his temple,

"You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome!" she responded, allowing Zeppelin to settle into her lap with a yawn, "You tired, big guy?" he nod, looking up to her, "I think it's time for a little nap. I'll wake you up for lunch and then we can start building this together. Maybe dad or uncle Jared would join us too."

"But I wanna play with you now," he said with a sad face,

"I know you want to but if we start making this truck now, I'm afraid we might get some sort of an animal instead of a truck since we haven't rested well. And also, mom said you can stay for a few days so we have plenty of time to play. And we don't want to be cranky like old man uncle Jared," she teased, making Zeppelin giggle, "Come on now, you can go ahead and pick a book you want me to read you as a nap-time story."

"I haven't heard of nap-time stories," he said,

"That's probably cuz I just made it up," you giggled, kissing the top of his head, "Go on sweetheart, pick a book. Then we can transfer the Jurassic park over on the shelf and read. Sounds good?"

"Yea!" Zeppelin exclaimed, standing up and going for the book shelf.

As Y/N stood up she saw Jensen on the doorway. He just smiled at her and nod, and she did the same. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as Zeppelin helped her bring the toys on the shelf and then watched him lie down and drift off quickly, as Y/N read him the book he picked.

As she finished, she tucked Zeppelin in and stood up quietly, picking up her bedding and walking up to the doorway where Jensen stood,

"Everything okay?" she asked,

"Yeah," Jensen nod with a smile, "Thanks for taking care of him."

"No problem," she smiled,

"You should sleep some, kiddo," he then said, making her roll her eyes, "Come on. You haven't slept any. You gotta rest some."

"I have to catch up with math that I missed last night. I don't have time for sleep right now."

"Do I need to read you a nap-time story to make you go to bed?" Jensen inclined, making Y/N smile,

"How much did you eavesdrop, old man?" she teased, making Jensen smile

"Enough to know of nap-time stories. And that Jared's the old man and not me," he smirked, "Come on sweetheart. Lunch won't be for another two hours minimum. You have a bunch of time after kids go to sleep to catch up with your math. Please?"

"Are you gonna get some sleep too?" she asked and he sighed, nodding,

"Promised Dee."

"I don't feel tired at all but okay, I'll try to," she sighed, "I'll sleep on the couch. That okay?"

"Yeah," Jensen nod, "One last question," he said as Y/N opened the door to Zeppelin's room, "You okay?" she smiled, nodding,

"Yeah. Go get some rest Jens. You need it," she said, closing the door to Zeppelin's room, going for the couch. Jensen waited for her to get comfy before approaching to tuck her in, making her giggle, "Dude, I'm not five."

"You're my kiddo, whether you're five, seventeen or seventy seven. Sleep tight," he smiled, kissing the top of her head before walking away to his room. He quietly walked over to his bed, laying down and facing Danneel's asleep form,

"Glad you came," she whispered, not opening her eyes but instead opening her arms for him, "Y/N and Zepp asleep?"

"Yup. Figured I'd come nap with my super hot wife," Jensen teased, seeing Danneel's eyes roll under the eyelids,

"You ain't getting anywhere with that. C'mere," she said, opening her arms for him, ". "You are long overdue for a cuddle. I missed you."

"I missed you too," he whispered as he cuddled up to her chest, "I love you."

"Love you too."

Your POV

"That is physics," Jensen spoke up and you giggled, shaking your head,

"Math."

"Whats arrows over letters doing in math?!" he exclaimed,

"Vectors," you smiled, "Everyone asleep?"

"Yep. I'd be surprised if they weren't," Jensen said as he sat down on the bar stool next to you, "Done with school for the day?"

"Yeah. You headed to bed too?"

"I wanted to talk about today with you before I go hear Danneel snoring in my ear."

"You're the one snoring, idiot," Danneel called out as she walked out of the bathroom, "How was school today?" she asked as she came up to you,

"Good. I have a physics test next week."

"Oh, that doesn't sound very pleasing," she said, making everyone giggle, "Okay. Both of you, don't stay up too late. Night Y/N," she smiled as she hugged you softly and you returned it,

"Night mom."

Jensen kept quiet at the way you called Danneel, but you swore something shined in his eyes, but something shattered as well. Maybe you shouldn't have said it.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

"I'm sorry for losing my temper earlier today. Zeppelin is right. I teach them not to yell yet I do exactly that."

"Jense, I know you didn't mean for it to come out that loud. I'm not mad at you. I was pissing you off for as long as we know each other. It was bound to happen and I know that."

"But you flinched," he said and you sighed, looking down, "I saw it."

"I just sometimes get scared. That's all."

"I should have watched my tone. I'm sorry."

"And I shouldn't have pushed your buttons. I'm the one who's supposed to apologize. I've been treating you like shit and you don't deserve it at all."

"It's okay. Have you thought a bit into the whole situation? Or do you need some time?" he asked and you sighed, nodding,

Uncle Jared's right. I just… don't know what to do anymore. I'm scared of her, I'm scared for your safety, for everyone's safety, yet I don't want anyone to suffer because of me. It's so complicated."

"Yet very simple," Jensen said, "You stay with us. We finish filming, go to Texas, stay the summer there. I was thinking we could go for a little vacation somewhere. We come back to Vancouver and keep filming in November. You'll be in your third year of high-school and you'll do great."

"And what if something comes up? What if she does something?"

"Then we deal with it when it comes. We can't live in fear, kiddo. We can't live like this, afraid of taking a step. We're gonna be extra cautious, of course, but we can't lock ourselves in and do nothing. We gotta keep living as normal as we can, given the circumstances."

"You think she's not gonna do anything?" you asked, biting on your lip,

"I don't know what she thinks and what she plans to do. What I know is that we're all gonna try to protect each other. And that's all that matters. Besides, she can't keep this up for that long. She's gonna fuck up and set herself to be caught. It's just a matter of time."

"I have such a bad feeling about this all," you said, "I don't want her to be here anymore. How come she isn't arrested?"

"She's definitely hiding well. And with her connections with CPS, she's gotta have some in the federal department too. You said it yourself."

"She's gonna do something big. It's only a matter of time," you said, "She always does something big when shit doesn't go her way. She always makes some big problems."

"And we can't stop her from that. But we can make sure to act properly when it happens and stay close. It's the one thing we gotta do. We gotta stay together. She can't get through any of us when we're together. It's what she doesn't understand and doesn't know. She's powerless when we're together."

"She's never had anyone to have her back," you said, "She thinks her mom has her back but she's just using her. She always told me that I don't need any friends, that I'm better off on my own. That nobody needs friends. She thinks she's doing just fine without any friends and she tried to make me have no friends either."

"I see how well the no friends situation is coming down for her," Jensen sassed, making you giggle, "It doesn't matter. It's her life, she can screw it however she wants to. Only thing we won't let her do is screw you again."

"Yeah. But just because she doesn't understand how strong we are doesn't mean she won't try to do anything and everything to break me apart. And now you too. You understand what you're getting yourself into, right? I don't want you to get hurt, Jensen. Not you, not anyone. This is on me. If something happens to you-"

"What I've gotten myself into is a relationship with this wonderful kiddo who's got heart bigger than the sun. This kiddo who loves without limits, who cares and feels deeply, the kid who can smile, sing and joke around. You're a wonderful person and just because you have shitty baggage doesn't mean you're a bad person. Especially because you can't do anything to ship off the shitty baggage."

"Sorry for all of this," you whispered, looking down, "Sorry for being an ass to you. You didn't deserve any of it."

"It's true. I didn't deserve any of it," Jensen agreed, "But I understand that you're having a hard time with coming to grounds about things such as having a supportive family. You're still in that flight or fight mode you've been in for years and I also know you're stubborn as hell. I'm not mad at you and you're not making any mistakes or doing anything that would make me mad. You're just living the way you lived back in Y/H/C. And yes, you don't have to live like that anymore, but it's gonna take time for you to let go of old habits."

"I... I always got beaten up after an argument," you said with a sad smile as you looked at Jensen, "When something like this today came down, she'd beat me while I was sleeping. Wake me up in the process. Leave me crying quietly, sometimes beat me up again because I was crying, even though I was quiet. That's why I flinched today."

"I might lose my temper and raise my voice but I'm never, ever going to hit you. We're gonna talk it out. Whatever it is, no matter how difficult it is or how stressful it is, we're gonna talk it out. Just like we're doing now."

"Thanks for treating me like a human," you then said, smiling, "Even though you don't agree with my opinions, you still listened."

"You're always gonna be my kiddo but that doesn't mean that you're gonna be treated as a five year old when something important is being discussed. You are entitled to your own opinion and that's completely normal."

"Thanks. And sorry for being an ass. I'll try to do better in the future."

"And that's all I'm asking," he smiled at you, standing up from his stool and walking up to you to hug you, "To try."

"You're a sap," you teased, hugging him back,

"I know, Dean doesn't approve. Now, where are you sleeping?"

"I thought to sleep here, on the couch. I've stayed up for my classes anyway so-"

"Daddy," a small voice called, making Jensen turn around as you both looked in the direction where the sound came from, "I-I had a nightmare," Arrow hiccuped, approaching you two. Jensen frowned, meeting her halfway and picking her up,

"Yeah baby girl? You wanna stay with me and Y/N for a while?" she nod, leaning her head against Jensen's shoulder as he began swaying her,

"What was it about Ro?" you asked, "If you're comfortable with talking about it," she shook her head and you frowned, "That's okay. What can we do to help you feel better?"

"Sing," she whispered, ever so gently, "Y/N, sing."

"Me?" you said, surprised at the request. She just nod, Jensen nodding you to sit on the sofa with them. You followed his cue, sitting on the sofa with Jensen, Arrow still in his arms.

You began softly singing, getting Arrows full attention as she looked at you, her head leaned against Jensen's shoulder. You kept singing songs that came to your mind, basically anything on your first language that had a soft tune to it.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep, soundly held in her dad's embrace. You smiled, leaning to kiss the top of her head, Jensen' halfway asleep as well,

"I would never figure out why you hid that angelic voice from us," he said, ruffling your hair. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over him and Arrow,

"Sleep here with her," you said, "I'll go finish something for school and then-"

"No," Jensen shook his head, grabbing your hand gently, "You lay down with us too. Cuddle puddle."

"Jense-"

"No arguments," he breathed, "We're too tired. Let's just sleep. Come on," you sighed, knowing you're not gonna win this argument. You laid down, Jensen throwing another blanket over you and giving you your pillows, "Expect the other two to be all over us in the morning. I am not responsible if any of your kidneys decide to go on a walk when they jump on us," he said, making you giggle,

"Don't worry. My little cousin back in Y/H/C did that all the time to me. I'm trained well."

"Yeah, I can tell," he smiled, "Night, Y/N."

"Night Jens."

A/N 2: Thanks for reading! And, @crasmuna, you are so fucking far away so I can't hug you, so this will have to do <3

#jensen ackles #supernatural #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #jensen ackles series #jared padalecki

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Adore You

I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

heyo, have some body worship smut?? it's the mechanic au, and felix has recently discovered that sex can be as emotionally intimate as it is physically intimate. he's not sure how to explain it to tamora, but he's happy to demonstrate. obviously nsfw. enjoy!

Soft morning light streamed through the bedroom window. There was nothing on the schedule for the day, no pressing tasks or work commitments to force the couple out of bed, although they had been awake for some time now. The only sound in the room was the occasional contented sigh, or words of affection murmured against skin. Felix couldn't imagine a more perfect morning.

Tamora lay beside him, glowing where the rays of sunlight met her skin. It gave her an ethereal quality that Felix couldn't find the words to express; he hoped the soft, slow press of his lips to her neck was enough to get the message across. He was generally adept at telling her how he felt, but she had opened him up to feelings he didn't even know he was capable of; trying to define them felt impossible. The more time they spent together, the more it seemed that his entire body was calling out to her, and with each passing day it was more difficult to resist the pull.

It was deeper than lust, but the distinction felt somewhat inconsequential when the outcome was the same. Still, he couldn't fight the growing need to explain himself to her. She deserved to know that he spent every waking moment longing to be right here, feeling her skin against his. But how could he ever tell her without sounding like every other man who had ever lusted after her? Lifting his head, he leaned on his elbows and gazed down at her. In this light, he could easily make out the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. When her icy blue eyes glanced up at him, he nearly stopped breathing; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He wasn't sure if he would ever get over the fact that she was here with him. Deep down, he never wanted to.

"What?" she asked.

"It's nothin', I just..." he paused as he searched for the right words. "I really love getting to know you like this."

His answer took Tamora by surprise. Normally, she might have teased him for openly admitting how much he enjoyed their intimacy—even now, he was often too shy to say it outright. But she could sense his earnestness, and she certainly didn't want to discourage him.

"Yeah?" she replied, a gentle nudge for him to continue.

"It's hard to explain," he said. "Of course it feels good when we're together, but it's more than just physical. It's somethin' deeper. I just feel so close to you."

He looked away from her as he finished his thought.

"I didn't know it could be this way," he admitted. "I didn't know I could feel like this."

It was clear that he’d spent a lot of time reflecting on the topic, but Tamora wasn’t sure how to respond. She didn’t think she fully understood what he was trying to say. In a way, it felt like he was still trying to figure it out for himself. In the absence of words, she reached up to brush her fingers through his bangs, which had become messy in his sleep. He closed his eyes and smiled, leaning into her touch before turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“You know I’m not the best at talking about this stuff. My whole life, it felt like somethin’ I wasn’t supposed to talk about or enjoy,” he explained. A bashful smile appeared on his lips as he continued. “You remember how hard it was for me to admit that I wanted you.”

Tamora smiled at the memory.

“I sure do.”

“I’ve always believed in talking things through,” he said, shifting to reach one of his hands across her to rest in the curve of her waist. “But being with you has made me realize I can say so much without talking at all.”

She was about to ask what he meant when she felt his hand brush against her skin, making its way to her hip. His thumb lovingly stroked her hip bone, and she suddenly thought she understood his intentions.

“Tammy, I love you so much. Sometimes I get frustrated because there just aren’t enough words for me to tell you everything I’m feeling,” he explained. Even now, there was a sense of frustration that he couldn’t accurately explain himself to her. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like all I care about is sex, but…”

Felix shook his head and met her gaze; she could see his desperation to be understood simmering in his eyes and she wished there was some way she could reassure him.

“Lately all I can think about is being in bed with you just like this. Touching you and kissing you and making love because when we connect, it’s almost like I can make you feel what I feel.”

His cheeks were flushed now that he had finally made his feelings known. He still didn’t know if she understood his meaning, but a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Tamora took a moment to reflect with this revelation in mind. He had always been an affectionate partner, even outside the context of their bedroom. His constant touch had been strange for her at the beginning of their relationship, but she had come to enjoy the small ways he doted on her. She had never questioned it, but she realized now that this, too, was an expression of his love.

“I love you in ways I didn’t even know were possible,” he continued. “I didn’t know I could do that before I met you.”

Tamora shifted, moving her hand from his forehead to the side of his face. His eyes were shining with love, and she took a moment to bask in it before pulling him close to her for a kiss. He sighed as he relaxed into the embrace, allowing his chest to rest against hers and relishing the skin-to-skin contact. In that kiss was everything he needed to confirm that she understood him, and it was freeing. It gave him the courage to ask for an opportunity to put his new skills to work.

“I can explain it better like this,” he murmured against her lips. His fingers trailed the curve of her hip before making their way back up to her waist. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

In lieu of a response, she pressed an ardent kiss to his lips. Around Felix, she often found herself at a loss for words; the sappy, romantic feelings he awakened within her were too difficult for her to voice. Instead, her approach involved hoping that the emotions translated clearly through touch. At times, she felt guilty for not being able to verbalize her feelings for him when he seemed to have such an easy way with words. Knowing that he’d come to recognize the possibilities of expressing himself this way made her feel seen and excited her beyond words.

“Show me.”

Felix shifted so that he could rest just above her. The hand not supporting his weight traveled a loving path up to her face, fingertips ghosting across her cheek to brush the hair out of her eyes. Once his view was unobstructed he leaned down for a gentle kiss. When she teased him with her tongue he accepted, perhaps a bit more enthusiastically than he had planned, but he simply couldn’t fight his instinctive desire. For a moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensations, to relish the electric spark between them and the drive to chase it, but soon he pulled back, reminding himself what he was hoping to accomplish. There was so much to show her, and he was just getting started.

They were both breathing heavily when he broke the connection, but he tried his best to maintain a controlled pace as he moved to his next area of focus—those darling freckles across her cheeks. She was indifferent at best when it came to the tiny sunspots that graced her skin, but he loved them. They were sparse, and so light that most of the time they were barely visible, but in the morning light they seemed to pop against her otherwise pale complexion.

He took his time as he left a trail of soft kisses from one side of her face to the other, taking care to ensure that no freckle was left out. Now that he had arrived by her ear, he adjusted his path to make his way along her jawline, maintaining the same steady pace as he showered her with affection. Sweet pecks transitioned to more impassioned, open-mouth kisses as his mouth traveled down her neck. Here he paused, resting his head in his favorite spot in the curve of her neck, and breathed in deep. He’d never felt so drawn to another person’s scent before meeting Tamora; it brought him a sense of peace, the type he always felt when he was close to her.

It took her by surprise when his affections picked back up and she felt his tongue against her skin. Felix loved it when she got rough and sank her teeth into his neck, but it was rare for him to behave so recklessly with her. He knew she enjoyed it when he kissed her neck, but most of the time he left it at that, not daring to allow his teeth or his tongue to mar her skin. Sometimes he let himself imagine giving in and ravishing her, leaving his mark behind for all to see. Even just fantasizing about it felt improper—he didn’t own her, and it would be wrong to mark her as though she was his territory. But that very feeling of ownership was just what excited him when Tamora left hickeys on his neck. Whether it was right or wrong to feel that way, he was hers, and he wanted everyone to know it. Anytime he got a glimpse in the mirror or he caught a stranger’s eyes flitting down to his neck was a little reminder of the moment she left her mark. Was she disappointed not to have any physical reminders of their intimacy? He’d never thought to ask her before.

As though she could read his thoughts, she buried her fingers in his hair, her firm grip keeping him in the curve of her neck. He had done a good job of maintaining control of himself, but the slight dig of her nails into his scalp did things to him, and she knew it. It felt like her way of granting him permission—he didn’t dare think of it as an outright request—to let go and give in to what he really wanted. His tongue found one of the sweet spots on her neck, where she always seemed to be most receptive to his touch, and her grip tightened. Tentatively, he allowed his teeth to graze the spot. He felt Tamora’s hum of mmhmm against lips and became emboldened to act in earnest this time, gently biting into her skin. She gasped and he felt the way her torso pressed against his when she arched her back. Feeling her body respond to him in this way was invigorating, prompting him to nip and suck at her skin without holding back. His hand reached for her breast, gently kneading as he soothed the bites with soft kisses.

"Tammy," he sighed against her skin, "you make it so hard for me to control myself."

She was breathing heavily, and as he caught a glimpse of her flushed cheeks, he thought he might melt. Their eyes met and the hunger in her expression sent a thrill down his spine.

"I don't want you to."

Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that he probably ought to be embarrassed about the affect her words had on him. These thoughts were quickly drowned out by desire, and he returned to his task with enthusiasm. His hand slid up her chest, reaching for her bicep. After such a heated exchange, she hadn't expected this to be his next move. But she was so strong, and he had never been able to articulate the way it turned him on. There was something exciting about the fact that she could truly do anything she wanted to him; knowing she possessed such power made it all too easy to submit to her, and it made their softer encounters feel that much more sacred. His fingers brushed against the contours of her muscles, lovingly tracing every dip and curve, and he desperately hoped it was enough to convey his admiration to her.

Next, he turned his attention to her breasts, taking one in each hand. He’d always felt that they were the perfect size; a tailor-made handful that gave him just enough flesh to sink his fingers—or teeth—into. Perhaps his favorite thing about them was that they were so sensitive—Tamora certainly wasn’t shy about the pleasure it brought when her breasts were touched, and he was always happy to oblige. As he ran his callused palms over her nipples, he felt a shiver run through her and he smiled.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

She clamped one of her hands over one of his, wordlessly demanding more. He responded by shifting his palm so that he could grip her nipple between his thumb and his index finger. Gently, he massaged it between his fingers, reveling in the hum of approval she provided in response.

This was why he loved her breasts; she didn’t always tell him what she enjoyed most, but this was one area where her body couldn’t help but give away the truth. It was addictive, coaxing these reactions from her and knowing without a doubt that he was satisfying her. He couldn’t get enough, lapping his tongue over her nipple so he could hear her gasp, nipping at the soft flesh, and praying she could feel the love he was trying to bestow.

His mouth was still occupied by her breasts as his hands slid down to her stomach, fingertips ghosting over the peaks and valleys of her abdominal muscles. He felt them tense under his featherlight touch and couldn’t help but smile; of course he knew she was ticklish, but every time it presented itself felt like the first time. That such a visibly strong part of her body contained such tenderness was one of the many things about her that had settled deep into his heart.

Reaching behind him, he pushed the covers out of the way so he could better reach her lower half. He kissed his way down her stomach as he shifted further down the bed, hands caressing her waist on their journey to her hips. Everything about her was beautiful, but the curve of her hips was a particular soft spot of his. So much of her body was taut with muscle, but here his fingers could really gain purchase in the soft tissue that padded her curves. His hands were drawn to the spot like a magnet no matter what they were doing, and he was grateful that the action wasn’t too scandalous when they were out in public. He’d always been shy about expressing his desire to Tamora, but gripping her hips and pulling her close had become his preferred method of getting the message across.

Tamora understood him perfectly, instinctively spreading her legs apart to give him access to where she assumed he was heading next. The sight was certainly tempting as Felix scooted down the bed, but he had something else in mind first. Her disappointed huff was not lost on him as he directed his attention to her thighs, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can be patient, can't you?" he teased. "I'm not quite done with you yet."

He didn't wait for her to answer, kissing his way down one of her inner thighs. Patience had never been her strong suit when it came to these matters, and he knew that, just like she knew that he wouldn't torture her on purpose. Even as the tension between them grew, she could sense how important it was to him to pay tribute to every part of her body. Every touch was intentional. So, even though she ached for his touch between her legs, she would see this through without complaint.

"You know what I love most about your thighs?" he asked, his featherlight touch along her inner thighs making her tremble. "They're so muscular and strong. You could probably crush me if you wanted to."

His tone was even as he spoke, pressing an occasional kiss to her skin. He was right, she probably could crush him between her thighs, but she didn't understand what was so appealing about that. He placed a palm on each of her thighs, slowly pushing them further apart and settling down between them. Out of everywhere he'd ever been, his favorite place in the world was right here.

"So when you use those thighs to hold me in place, I know it's because you've got me right where you want me," he explained. "When your legs are wrapped around me, I know I'm doin' something right."

At this, he leaned in close and ran his tongue along her slit. She gasped and arched her back, reaching down to grip his hair between her fingers. He loved this part of her so much, he didn't think he'd ever be able to put it into words. The smell, the taste, the texture against his mouth, his hands, his cock; merely the thought of it was enough to get him going. He loved learning all the different ways he could use it to bring her pleasure, and he loved that he was still learning. He loved that it could push her to climax more than once, and he really loved that they hadn't yet found her limit. Perhaps selfishly, he loved how it felt to be buried inside, to know without a doubt that she was just aroused as he was and to feel her walls pulse and clench around him as she came.

With a renewed focus, he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, lapping and sucking at the tender flesh. Her response was immediate, and while up until now he had managed to ignore his own arousal for the most part, the sound of her moans immediately brought it back to his attention. Under normal circumstances, he might have given in to his desire, but this morning was about something else. Before he could satisfy himself, he wanted to be sure that he treated his current task with the love and attention it deserved. He wanted to involve all of his senses, to engage with every part of her that he loved. Removing a hand from her thigh, he gently slid two fingers into her. A breathy moan escaped him as his fingertips became enveloped by her slick heat; her taste, her nails digging into his scalp, the sound of her moans, all of it was driving him mad.

Felix picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers into her and sucking intently on her clitoris. As her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, a sound he had never made before escaped him, a strange mix between a laugh and a moan, because she knew exactly what that meant to him. Tamora knew it would signal to him that she wanted him to keep going exactly as he was, that he was right where she wanted him. He was overcome by a wave of emotions, love and affection and need, and he knew she understood. This was what he had been trying to tell her all along—something special happened between them in these moments, something unspoken that made him feel more seen than he had ever experienced. His enthusiasm quickly pushed her over the edge, and he savored the sensations around his fingers and against his mouth as she reached her climax and slowly worked her way back down.

As he withdrew his fingers from her and sat up, he watched her, enamored by the complete relaxation in her body as she caught her breath. He thought about asking her if she had felt what he did, but he worried it might ruin what made it so special in the first place. When she finally opened her eyes and met his gaze, he knew without a doubt that she had felt it, too. In that moment, he had never felt closer to her, and a wide smile broke out across his face. She returned it as she sat up to face him.

"Tammy..." he began, quickly losing track of the words he was looking for. "That was amazing."

Still at a loss for words, she reached out for the sides of his face and pulled him to her for a kiss. As he relaxed into her embrace, she felt his erection brush against her leg, and he felt her smirk into the kiss.

"Y'see what you do to me?" he murmured against her mouth. "It's no wonder I can't seem to get enough."

His hands were on her hips, a gentle grip that told her everything she needed to know.

"You know what I think?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

Before he knew what was happening, she flipped him down onto his back, crawling over him with a predatory expression.

"I think this little conversation is far from over."

#hero's cuties #hero's cuties fic #sgt calhoun #fix it felix jr #my fic #idk man the idea came to me and would not leave so here we are #i wanted to write more but this was one of those situations where the characters took over and things happened at times i didnt plan for lo #it's still way longer than i anticipated so.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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bangchan boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: my universe - coldplay, bts

author's notes: in honour of chan day, here is some bangchan bf headcanons. i may or may not have cried whilst writing this. i just love him so much ;-; anyways, i really hope you enjoy this one! happy chan day <333

guys...

oh my gosh i can't breathe-

okay, okay

i don't think you understand how much this guy means to me. this guy. the most beautiful, gentle, gorgeous man in the whole world. this person who's very existence is why i am still here today. bangchan. bang christopher chan. chrissy boi

however has the privilege of dating this one should know that they are the luckiest person in the whole wide world

bangchan as a boyfriend? he puts his all into the relationship. being the leader of stray kids has taught him many things: patience, kindness, empathy, compromise, understanding. he is well equipped for any sort of human interaction, if we're being honest. he is also prone to be protective, taking a more caring role is natural for him. as a boyfriend, he will look out for you. make sure you stay out of harms way, protect you from the press, sasaengs, paparazzi, toxic fans, idols, anyone who hurts your feelings, your reputation, your image.

you are like the kids in the sense that you become chan's top priority.

speaking of the kids, you will have to get on well with them. the other members as so important to chan because they are essentially his family. so getting along with them is a must and non-negotiable, tbh

and they welcome you with open arms, anyway, seeing how happy you. make chan. you all end up being one big happy family, its lovely

but it's baffling, really. because at first, chan was a bit concerned that being in a relationship would be extremely difficult because of his tight schedule

and, much like i said with hongjoong, he's a quality time guy. he craves a one-on-one connection with someone, to really get to know them well and to understand their thoughts, feelings, and opinions. which is hard because he literally has no time at all. but somehow, magically, he manages. and much better than he thought he would

and it's because he absolutely thrives in a relationship. he finally has someone to commit to. something to look forward to. something that give shis life a new meaning. a brighter joy that he has never quite experienced before. sure, he's living his dream, but it's not easy. his life is hectic and tough and crazy and busy and lonely. and therefore he values, much more deeply than others, the feeling of companionship

to love and to be loved. that's what he desires the most. that's what he needs

because this man has so much love to give. he will hold you close to him and never ever let you go

cuddles are a necessity! he's very physically affectionate and essentially wants to be close to you in any way. he doesn't even care if he's the big spoon or little spoon. if he's. a big spoon, he feels like he is protecting you and it feels so good holding you close in his arms. but if he's the little spoon, he would feel so safe and loved and cherished as you hold him tight. he lives for any type of cuddles <3

overall, being in a relationship with chan would be extremely important for him for one key reason: you make him feel like he is at home. he finds himself being so comfortable around you; he is free to be himself, with no judgement. he feels safe with you. that's something he can never deny. you are his best friend, his family, his soulmate. a massive part of his life. he never underestimates how much you mean to him. and he never takes you for granted. not once.

dates with him would include:

studio dates - yes, i know, how predictable. the usual setting of every chan fic out there, i get it, i get it. but he loves it when you're at the studio with him. sometimes you guys work together, just quiet and enjoying each others comfortable company, ordering takeaway food at midnight, falling to sleep together in the early hours of the morning. or you guys just mess around and get like zero work done. either way, he loves it

binge-watching - he counts this as a date. he wants nothing more than after a long day working at the studio, coming home to you snuggling up in his arms in his bed while he puts on a movie or anime or tv show you guys have been watching. it's one of his favourite moments ever. it makes him feel so warm and happy

fireworks display - kinda cliché but also totally his vibe. i think he's watched so many anime with romance fireworks scenes that he's just like 'yep, we have to do this.' and it's breathtaking how perfect it all is. a beautiful moment shared with a beautiful man

i hope chan chooses happiness, above all else <3

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just-my-type-x · 1 year

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heyyy ummm,can you write something about brad keeps bailing the reader and missing their dates so they end up having steaming "make up sex" and then he does really sweet after care like run a bath and then brad apologizes when they're in cuddling ready to go to sleep x

Tit For Tat

I was feeling scandalous so i added some things to make the angst good. Hope u enjoy it ♥️

TW: unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

Y/N is an actress in here

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"I'm sorry, love, can't make it tonight. Late studio session, Tris was late.", i stare at the text message while looking around me. The whole restaurant is packed and i shrug in frustration, aware of how much time I've spent on the waitlist to get a dinner scheduled here. I don't even think I'm mad. I don't feel anything, but disappointment at this point.

I leave him on read and take my purse, looking for my wallet. Great thing i didn't think to leave it home, playing the Oh, Bradley, i forgot my wallet card, but it looks like i don't have a partner for this game. I call the waiter to my table and ask for the check. As he leaves, i see a familiar brownish curly hair, looking as disappointed as me. I wave at him and his smile lights up his whole face.

"Y/N! What a surprise!", Gavin says and hugs me on the side, taking a seat afterwards.

"I know! What are you doing here? And why the sad face?", i take one more sip of the white wine i ordered hours ago while waiting for Brad.

"I think i just got stood up", his smile fades for a second but his iconic smirk shows up again. "Why are you sad and alone in a fancy restaurant? With no more drinks around you at least", he laughs and tells the waiter to bring us 2 glasses of champagne instead of my check.

"I got stood up too, by my own boyfriend..", the last part is almost whispered and i look another way. Gavin gives me a questioning look, lifting one of his eyebrows. "Late studio session. So he says. I think they're just having more fun without me", i laugh, but it does feel like that sometimes.

"No way, there's no way he'd have more fun without you. You're amazing and he knows that. Maybe he's really busy right now. You know how schedules get messed up when you're also on set.", he assures me and taps me on the back of my hand.

"I don't know, Gav. It's something that keeps repeating. We see each other pretty rarely as it is, I've been free for three months and we only went to two dates. Two out of forty.", i throw a napkin in frustration.

"It's not my business to discuss this with you and you won't erase the past if you only tell me this stuff. Talk to him, tell him how you feel. All i can tell you is that as busy as he might be, you were way busier when you were working and still managed to go to dates with him and spend quality couple time."

I sigh at his words, knowing he's right. I never discussed this with Brad and i always assured him that we're fine and that we have all the time in the world to go on dates. I nod at Gavin and give him a smile.

"Thank you for that. I guess i just wanted to push the conversation away.", i shrug my shoulders

"Now, let's have fun", he takes another sip of champagne while looking thoroughly through the menu.

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The next day i wake up to an empty bed. I frown and check my phone to see any texts or calls from Brad, but nothing. When i got back home last night from the restaurant, Brad was still not home, so i didn't bother waiting for him, as i was already upset with him and angry.

I get out of the bedroom and relief fills my body as i see him making breakfast. I let out a breath, unaware of the uneasy feeling i had. I smile at him when he looks towards me and he does the same. We hug and give each other a good morning kiss.

"I didn't hear you when you got home last night", i take a bite of the bacon

"I know", he turns his back at me and flips the eggs. I frown.

"How was the studio session?", i ask, my intention of asking nicely fading with each word in the question. You can say i hold grudges.

"Good. We have 2 songs", Brad keeps his distance. "Did you have fun last night?", he asks as he pours the eggs on a plate and places the plate with force on the counter top, making the plate slide under my nose. I push the plate away from me.

"On the date you didn't bother to show up to? I had a blast", i sarcastically answer him, but it's not completely true, because at least i had good company.

"You didn't seem to need me", he eyes me for the second time this morning, his stare burning mine. He hits a glass on the counter top with the same force he had on the plate and pours himself orange juice.

"I'd like more information. What?"

"Oh, you don't know about your own date with Gavin? Your friend? Or should i extract myself from the equation?", Brad slaps his palms on the table and his head drops between his shoulders. "What happened last night, Y/N?"

He pulls out his phone on an Instagram page that posted a picture of me and Gavin at the table, both of us in our fancy clothes, sipping champagne close to midnight. The title said "Y/N Y/L/N all fancied up with new love interest Gavin Casalegno? The young costars were spotted last night in London's fanciest restaurant", i grab Brad's phone to read the caption. "Does love beat the movie? In their case, maybe. Source says they seemed to have fun and quote not a care in the world as they were sipping champagne and staring in each other's eyes all night. Follow us for more. " i shake my head in disapproval.

"Nothing happened, Bradley. I wanted to leave but Gavin showed up. We were in the same situation, our dates bailed on us", i get up from my chair and walk away from the kitchen. Brad scoffs behind me and follows me.

"Stop blaming me for that", he says and sits down on the couch next to me

"Why not? How many time did you ditch me in the past few months? Almost every time, Brad. This isn't normal. I work my ass off and sometimes i work more than you do, but i don't forget that we're a couple and i don't forget about my boyfriend!", i take a deep breath when I'm finished. Brad's eyes sadden. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it to sound like that", i look down at my lap, my hands intertwined.

"No, don't be", he takes my hands in his and sighs. "I didn't see things this way, love. I was so focused on coming out with new music that i didn't even realise how many times i ignored us.", he cups my face with his hand.

"It's alright. I just want more time with you, love, please. My upcoming project is going to take me away from home for four months, I'm just trying to spend as much time as i can with you.", he pulls me in a hug and i lay my head in the crook of his neck, kissing him.

"We're gonna be fine, love", he whispers and i raise my head to kiss him. Brad grabs the back of my head and pulls me even closer to him. I push him into the couch and i climb on his lap, never breaking the kiss and he groans when i sit myself on him. I moan when i feel his hard member underneath me. A smirk appears on his face and i kiss it away, his tongue pressing on mine hungrily, pulling on my pj top. I take it off and Brad takes his own t-shirt off, glueing our bodies together and switching positions. He kisses down my jaw and neck, leaving red marks on his way to my exposed chest. He cups both of my breasts and gives them a few squeezes, while his lips leave trails of kisses on my breasts, one at a time.

Brad moves lower, kissing and nibbling at the skin on my stomach, triggering a tickling sensation. I chuckle when he bites on the side of my hips, causing me to rise my hips towards him. The quick touch of my lower half with his upper body causes goosebumps on my skin and i let out a quiet moan, keeping my hips elevated.

"So eager", Brad's words are muffled, his face buried in my skin as he pulls my pj pants down. He smirks and looks at me with darken eyes, the sight of me not wearing any underwear pleasing him. I put on a proud smile.

"I know you love it when there aren't many inconveniences.", i drop my head back on the couch as one of his fingers massages my clit.

"I wish i had you naked around the house all the time so there weren't any inconveniences.", he adds more pressure while drawing small circles, quiet whimpers from me giving him all the assurance he needs that he's doing a great job. Brad stops his action and drags his finger down to my entrance. "So wet for me, love.", he pushes hus finger inside just a little bit, making my body squirm underneath him. "Fuck, the power you have over me is insane, baby", he pushes his finger all the way in, brushing it over my g-spot. I moan after every pump and the pleasure intensifies as Brad's lips start sucking on my clit. He sucks it, licks it and massages it, making my legs shake because of all the pleasure and pressure i feel between my legs.

"Oh, fuck, this feels incredible", i praise out of breath and i feel a smile creeping on Brad's face. As i feel like I'm getting close, he gets back up on his feet, taking off his pj pants and grey boxers, that were already soaking in his precum. I bite my bottom lip when he's fully naked, his size never failing to surprise me. Somehow, i never feel prepared to take him.

"I love you staring at me like that, but i don't have the patience today, babe", his voice a little raspy, i only open my legs as an invitation to hurry things up. "I'm so going to ruin you right now", as a promise, he gets back between my legs and holds himself up by one of my knees, while his other hand guides himself closer to me. He pumps himself a few times and i groan, the action making me go crazy in moments like this. Both of us on the edge, horny and ready to let go of our frustration in the best possible way.

Brad pushes the tip of his dick inside me, the little stretch causing me to gasp. He pushes more and more, little by little giving me time to adjust to him before he leans in all the way in. I moan loudly and i grab onto his shoulders as he starts pounding into me hard and fast. One of my hands stays on his shoulder while the other one is in his curls. His head drops in the crook of my neck, his hands pinning me down onto the couch. His grip on my hips intensifies with every thrust of his hips in mine and i embrace the pleasure and the slight pain. Brad's breath is fast and his movements are desperate and i wrap my legs around his waist to give him a better angle.

"Oh My God", i gasp and i hold on to the cushion underneath me. "Fuck, Bradley", i pull on his curls and raise his head so i could kiss him. Our kisses are messy and sloppy and we bite on each other's lips. Brad grabs the armrest of the couch and picks up his speed.

"I'm so close", he almost whispers and rests his forehead on mine. I nod slightly.

"Me too"

He groans and moves his hand from my hips higher up, grabbing me from the sides of my ribcage, his thrusts getting harder. Soon after, the familiar feeling of my orgasm getting closer takes over my body. My legs shake and my back arches off the bed, which gives Brad the opportunity to wrap hus arms around me. He rides my high, cuming with a loud groan and scratching the skin on my back. I feel his dick pulsing inside of me as he stays on top of me to regain his strength.

"That felt so good", he whispers out of breath

"I know, right?", i smile and try to catch my breath as well.

"I love you and I'm sorry i didn't realise what i was doing by not showing up for dates.", Brad kisses my forehead and looks me in the eyes, one of his hands playing with a strand of hair.

"I love you too and I'm sorry i didn't talk to you about this sooner. I hope you know i didn't replace you yesterday"

"Of course i know. People just have a way with words", we both chuckle at his statement. "Let's go get you all cleaned up", he gets up from the couch and hurries to get me a towel. Brad helps me clean myself up and we walk into the bathroom together. He gets the bathtub ready, throwing in a bath bomb and my favourite bath foam. He helps me get inside the tub, making sure i don't slip. Brad disappears from the bathroom and then comes back in a glimpse, holding his speaker and his phone. He plays a chill playlist and i motion him to get in with me.

I press my back on his chest and he starts massaging my sides, adding pressure on my hips, a place where he knows i love some attention when it comes to having massages.

After the water cooled down, we step out of the tub and dry ourselves before going back to our bedroom. Breakfast long forgotten, Brad and i turn on the tv and play a comedy movie on Netflix. He pulls me on his side, my head resting on his chest, our hands intertwined in his stomach. Brad kisses the top of my head and i look up at him to kiss his lips.

"I love moments like this. I'm so lucky i have you", he whispers and runs his free hand up and down my arm, in a soothing manner.

"Me too, I'm also lucky to have you, you're everything i ever wished for", i smile up at him and he closes the gap between us again.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps smut

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