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good morning
pairing: dean winchester x reader
CONTENT: smut! MDNI! showering together, slow foreplay, shower sex, unprotected p in v (the real evil), manhandling, overstimulation, aftercare, reader kind of has a strength kink lol
word count: 3.2k (est reading time 12 mins.)
A/N: and so, my foray into being a slut online begins. can be read as a sequel to "nightmares."
You wake slowly, Dean's warmth at your back, his arm curled around you and his hand by your face.
Careful not to disturb him, you reach up with your free hand and rub the sleep from your eyes. You look around the room sleepily. The sun is shining through the thin curtains, casting wavy patterns on Sam's empty bed. You crane your neck to see the clock on the nightstand.
It's 1 p.m. You've slept in big time, but god knows you needed it.
Dean stirs behind you, inhaling deeply. His arm leaves your torso and you hear him run his hand down his face, scratching against his stubble. "What time is it?" he asks hoarsely, hand dropping back down to your waist.
You wriggle around to face him. "One."
His eyebrows shoot up momentarily in surprise. "Sleep okay?" he asks, face softening.
"Yeah," you answer, hoping he doesn't tease you about the fact that the first time you've slept well in months was because he was with you.
Dean sits up and leans on his elbow, looking over you to where Sam should have been. "Know where he went?" he asks, jutting his chin in the direction of Sam's stuff.
"He was gone when I woke up." You sit up and reach for your phone, checking for a message from Sam. Dean does the same. Your eyes meet expectantly, and finding no confirmation in the other's, you both toss your phones down on the bed.
"Probably went to lunch," you offer. "Anyway, I need to take a shower." You toss aside the covers, swinging your feet down to the orange shag carpet.
"Without me?" Dean teases, flirty as usual. He's probably joking, but-
"If you don't get up," you say coolly back to him with a smirk.
His eyes glimmer as he realizes you're serious. You turn and saunter into the bathroom, closing the door and undressing, fully expecting him to follow you. Sure enough, moments later, he opens the door, already shirtless, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.
Waiting for him.
Dean sucks in a breath between his teeth, looking you up and down appreciatively. He steps fully into the bathroom, slowly pushing the door shut behind him. Then he advances on you.
He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him roughly, smashing his lips to yours, gently squeezing the flesh at your hip. His other hand travels up your back, eventually finding purchase in the hair at the nape of your neck.
You respond with equal fervor, gripping onto the back of his shoulders and opening your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. You make a small noise as his tongue invades your mouth, feeling every corner, swirling around your own tongue until you finally have to break away for a breath.
"Fuck," he whispers. You grin mischievously and twirl away from him, stepping into the small, square shower and whipping the curtain closed. You turn the water on, standing just out of its flow, waiting for it to warm up as you listen to him frenziedly ripping the rest of his clothes off.
The curtain rips open and closed again, and suddenly Dean is flipping you around and pushing you against the cold wall of the shower, one hand catching your head so it wouldn't hit the tile, the other circling around your wrist and pressing it up by your head.
You blink, only having a moment to scan his chiseled body before his lips are on yours again, tasting you hungrily. You let out a muffled moan, surprised by his ferocity. It was like he had been waiting for this and wasn't going to waste a single moment of it.
Dean pulls away slightly, looking down at you with dark eyes. Warm water drips down from his hair to your face. He looks so... pornographic.
You giggle, placing your free hand against his chest and holding him back a little. "I really do have to shower," you say, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes you can muster while your head is filled with the most obscene thoughts you've had in a while.
An idea flashes through his eyes, and his mouth slowly turns up in a smirk. "Okay...." Dean reaches behind you to the soap ledge, caging you against the wall with his body as he grabs your shampoo and hands it to you, finally letting you away from the wall.
You empty a quarter sized drop into your hands, turning your back to him and facing the shower head as you lather the shampoo in your hands and begin massaging it into your scalp slowly, trying to be as lascivious as possible.
He sucks in a breath behind you, probably checking out your ass, you think to yourself, smirking. Then you feel his hands on your hair, replacing your hands in working the soap into your hair thoroughly. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his fingernails lightly scratching your scalp as he massages your head. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and sigh, leaning into his hands as they make their way from the top of your head to the base of your skull, thumbs rubbing your neck.
Dean turns you around gently, and you open your eyes to see him smiling as he pushes your head under the water to rinse your hair. He holds your face at an angle where the water won't get in your eyes and leans down to kiss you, softer than before but no less passionate. You smile against his lips. He's a much sweeter lover than you expected, given his tough-guy aura.
You decide to take matters into your own hands and grab the soap bar from the ledge, lathering it vigorously in your hands before putting it down again. Instead of rubbing the soap on yourself, you bring your hands to Dean's chest, laving the foamy suds into his skin. You make eye contact with him and almost gasp at the expression on his face; dark, lustful, and animalistic.
Your fingers skate over his tattoo, down to the hard ridges of his abs, around to his back and up again to his shoulders, finally pulling him down by his neck to kiss him again, which he seems more than happy to do. When he breaks away, he returns the favor, rubbing soap first on your shoulders, then down your arms.
Dean's hands leave you for a moment , seeming to consider the canvas before him. You watch his face as he regards you with lust, fingers gliding through the valley of your breasts, then finally both hands come to rest on your breasts, gently kneading the flesh. You bite your lip to suppress the moan that rises to your throat. It was almost embarrassing how aroused he was making you.
He turns you both around, trading places so that he's under the water, and you shiver from the loss of heat. He kisses you quickly and then spins you around and begins massaging your shoulders erotically with his soapy hands. You get the feeling he's taking his sweet time on purpose, teasing you with your simultaneous desire to get clean and also get fucked.
His hands come around to your front, once again gripping your breasts momentarily. This time they are not his goal. He runs his hands down your front, smoothing down your stomach. A wave of arousal courses through you as you realize where he's going.
One hand stops on your hip, and the other keeps going, down to your mound, threading his fingers through the hair there, middle finger coming to rest firmly against your clit. He closes the distance between you, dipping his head down to kiss and suck at the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. You finally feel his hard length pressing into your back and gasp at the contact.
You feel Dean smile against your neck. He nips at your shoulder, hand briefly leaving your sex to rinse the soap from his hand, then returning. He dips his finger lower, collecting your arousal and bringing it back up to slowly rub circles around your clit. You finally allow yourself to moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he murmurs in your ear, the first words spoken since he first got in with you. The pressure on your clit increases as Dean continues to kiss and suck hickeys into your neck. Sam will definitely see those later and be suspicious, but that's a problem for future you.
"God, Dean," you moan. His index finger joins his middle, once again dipping down to your center to lube his fingers in you. The hand on your hip moves under your breasts to grip you tightly against his chest, and suddenly he starts rubbing your clit harder, faster, using his whole arm. Your knees buckle and you cry out, his arm across your chest the only thing keeping you from collapsing as your pleasure suddenly skyrockets. He chuckles against your neck, clearly proud of himself.
His fingers slide down to your entrance, and you moan again as his middle finger easily slips inside you, curling back and forth roughly. A second finger joins in a moment, and the power ravaging your insides doubles. You can't hold you moans back any more.
"Please," you pant, pushing back against his hard body. "Dean, please, please!"
"Please what?" he groans as you press against his hard cock.
"Please fuck me," you answer breathlessly.
"How about you come for me first?" he counters, fingers leaving your pussy. You whimper at the emptiness, your whine becoming one of pleasure as he doubles down his efforts on your clit. The water quickly washes your arousal from his fingers, making his ministrations turn rough, adding a sweet pain to the pleasure.
Dean huffs with exertion, warm breath fanning your ear. His hand doesn't slow, and you start squirming in his arms, still held firm. His name falls from your lips in a constant string of validations. That familiar knot begins to tighten in you. You tense in his arms as you clench tightly around nothing, his fingers ceaselessly propelling you up and up and up-
"Dean!" you cry out as you cum hard and fast. "Dean, fuckfuckfuck-" His fingers don't slow down, working you through and over your orgasm until you're unsuccessfully struggling against his strong arms to escape the overstimulation, your fingers scrabbling against his wrist, trying to pull him away.
Finally, his fingers slow, gently massaging the remnants of your orgasm away. When he stops, you're like a ragdoll in his arms breathing heavily and whimpering. His other arm comes up to help support you until you can stand again.
"Jesus fucking Christ," you breathe finally. Dean laughs, one hand leaving your waist. You hear the creak of the faucet as he turns the water off. You turn around, protesting.
"But wait-"
He interrupts you, pressing a finger against your lips. "Shhh."
"You didn't-" you try again.
"I'm not fucking you in a shower, Y/N," Dean says, a sinful twinkle in his eye. He pulls aside the shower curtain, helping you out and handing you a towel. You wrap it tightly around your shoulders, huddling into it as Dean goes and peeks out the door.
"We're still alone," he says slyly, eyebrow cocking. You pause mid-squeezing water out of your hair.
You are really about to have sex with Dean. Properly, in a bed. You shiver with excitement, imagining how he could make you feel when he had all his resources available.
He walks back to you and takes the towel from your hands, quickly rubbing his hair with it and dropping it to the ground. He encircles your waist with his arms and says, "Jump."
You do, and Dean scoops you up into his arms. He opens the door and your mind wanders to dirtier places when you realize he's strong enough to carry you with one arm. He carries you out into the room and tosses you on the bed like it's nothing, earning a squeak and a string of giggles from you.
He gives you that rakish half-smile of his and crawls up the bed to hover over you. He drops down to support himself on his elbows and kisses you, and you gasp slightly when you feel his cock hit your clit, causing him to break the kiss and smirk at you.
You gaze up at him and your pussy throbs. You couldn't wait anymore. "Dean," you breathe.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me already."
He grins even wider. "Yes, ma'am," he says with a tilt of his head. He sits back on his knees between your legs, slipping two fingers inside you.
"So wet for me," he groans.
You gasp as he scissors his fingers until he can add a third, slowly pumping them in and out of you teasingly.
"Dean! A-ah-" you try to scold, but your voice breaks into a moan as he twists his fingers inside you.
"So impatient," he says, smiling wickedly and drawing his fingers out ever-so-slowly. You whine and pout at him.
He grips your thighs, your slick drying against your skin as he pushes your legs up to your chest. One hand reaches down to pump his cock, and you shiver in anticipation, watching as a bead of precum leaks out of his tip. He lets go and leans over you, tapping his cock against your cum-soaked pussy. He strokes himself in your slick, reveling in how wet you are for him.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts," Dean whispers, and finally, finally you feel the head of his cock push into you. Your mouth falls open in satisfaction. He slowly presses into you, his cock stretching your walls just right. You whine at the stinging pleasure.
He sinks impossibly deeper, letting out a deep groan as you suck him into your warmth. At last, he bottoms out and leans down to capture your open mouth in a kiss, licking into your mouth as your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his back.
"Fuuuuck," you say, breaking away from the kiss and looking deeply into his eyes. "Move."
Dean grins and slowly draws out of you before slamming back in. You moan encouragingly, spurring him on to pull almost completely out and slam back in several more times, settling into a brutal pace immediately, making your legs fall and your hands fly into the sheets to grip them tightly.
There's the roughness you were expecting. You gasp euphorically, reveling in the way his fingers bruise into your hips and his cock abuses your cunt.
Dean's cock pistons in and out of you. Each time he touches down it sends a shock of pleasure through your core, his thrusts hitting your clit. You throw your head back against the pillow, hands leaving the sheets to grab his shoulders, your fingernails digging half-moons into his skin and making him groan.
He throws your leg over his shoulder, and shoves a pillow under your hips, reaching a spot deep inside you that you didn't believe existed until now. Your back arches, your other leg trying to push you impossibly closer to him.
"Fuck, baby," Dean moans, dropping down to press his forehead to yours, breathing heavily as he fucks into you. "Feel so good."
You moan your agreement, hand sliding up his neck to pull his lips to yours. His thrusts slow as he gets distracted by your kiss, savoring your lips and the way you gasp into his mouth. You whimper and buck your hips against his, urging him on.
He thrusts into you with renewed vigor, and you start to feel your core tighten again. His tip hits your g-spot over and over, driving you towards your second orgasm.
"God- Dean- I'm gonna-" you gasp, speech failing you as your eyes roll back into your head, lost in the way he makes you feel.
"Come on, baby," he chants, panting at the way you clench around him. One of his hands finds its way to your clit, aiding his cock in pushing you over the edge. "Come on, come on. Come for me."
You whine at Dean's encouragement.
"Wanna feel you come all over my cock," he grunts desperately, burying his face in your neck. "M'close."
Your orgasm finally crashes over you, your pussy gripping him tightly and making it hard for him to pull out as far as he was before. You scream his name, toes curling and fingernails scraping down his back. Your second orgasm lasts longer than your first, almost making you forget to breathe as your vision goes black from your eyes rolling so far back.
Dean yanks one of your hands down from his back, tangling his fingers with yours and pressing your hand into the mattress. "Fuck- god that feels good!"
He raises his head from your neck, finding your eyes frantically. "I'm gonna come, baby, where do you want it?" he pants, thrusts stuttering, his grip on your hand like a vice.
"Stomach," you choke out, riding your high on his cock. He gives three more powerful thrusts, then pulls out, leaving you painfully empty. He pumps his cock over you once, twice, and then he's cumming all over you, practically growling as spurts of his spend land on your breasts, your stomach, and pool in the valley there.
Dean hovers over you for a moment, admiring the way you look covered in him. The look he gives you is one of pure lust as he dips down to kiss you from above one last time.
Collapsing beside you, he groans deeply. "Fuck." He turns his head to look at you and smiles naughtily. "You look so good, all fucked out for me."
His words induce a moan in you, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. Dean snickers and rolls off the bed, padding into the bathroom. You hear the water running and then he's back, cleaning you up gently with a warm cloth. You whine sensitively as he wipes down your slit, collecting bodily fluids from the both of you.
You watch and hum contentedly as he leans down to your stomach, leaving kisses behind the trail of the cloth. When he goes to rinse the cloth and comes back, you still haven't moved.
"Rocked your world that hard, huh?" he teases, perching on the edge of the bed, boxers replaced.
"Uh-huh," you breathe, eyes affixed to the ceiling, dazed.
Dean laughs. "Did I fuck the words right out of you?"
You blush furiously.
"Come on, baby," he says, lifting you upright. You're like putty in his arms, overexaggerating how weak he's made you so that he'll hold you up. "You gotta drink some water and use the toilet."
"Don't want a UTI," you agree, almost slurring your words. He pulls you against his shoulder and strokes your hair. He grabs his water bottle from the nightstand, unscrews the lid and holds it to your lips.
"Ten sips," Dean instructs. You sip obediently, melting at the way he's taking care of you, petting your hair and making sure you're hydrated.
"Tell me when you can stand."
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THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE | @solitude-am-iâ vs @codependentsamanddean round twenty | Words |Â âEven when youâre all alone, youâve got me.â
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Trouble On Set
A Short Story
~Jensen and Jared have a habit of messing with costars, but what happens when one of them fights back?~
Jensen x Reader (ish), Misha, Jared / Dean x Carrie, Sam, Castiel
2,963 Words
Warnings: Pranks and Drama and Adult Behavior. Fluff.
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Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.
âPlease, donât!â Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.
Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. âI- I didnât mean toâŠâ
Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.
âItâs OK,â he whispered, âI got you.â
She looked up from Samâs shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. âDean, I-â
A loud, blistering pop of air ripped through the room, accompanied by a rotten smell so foul that Carrie could not hold back her disgust.
âDean, I- I-â The smell permeated her senses and her gag reflex activated. âOh god-â
Jared laughed, his giant body shaking, still wrapped around Y/N. She gagged loudly and tried to pry herself out of his grasp.
âCut!â
âOh my god!â Y/N held her breath and shoved at Jaredâs chest, finally pushing him away.
Above them, Jensen looked down with a wicked smile. âJesus, dude, whatâd you eat!â He waved a hand in front of his face as the smell finally reached him.
âYouâre disgusting,â Misha added, standing off to the side on his mark. âSo gross.â
Jared stood up and shrugged as he adjusted his jeans, yanking them up back into place. âHey! Shit happens!â
Jensen burst into a loud cackle that bent him clean in half. âDid you shit yourself?â
Y/N tried to stay calm, keep herself professional, but the smell seemed to be getting worse. âWow.â
âThink something died in your ass, dude,â Jensen went on, hands on his knees as he laughed.
Jared took it all in like he was winning an award, smile beaming as the crew reset.
âOK! Settle! Letâs go again.â
Dean raised his fist high, his jaw twitching with anger.
Carrie shrank down and away, terrified and aching from his previous blow. âPlease, donât!â Her voice trembled, her hand shot up to hide her face from his wrath.
Dean froze, his fingers unfurling as he looked down at her, pain and sadness filling his freckled face. âI- I didnât mean toâŠâ
Carrie stared up at him, tears flooding her pretty eyes.
Jensen licked his lips slowly, seductively, and raised an eyebrow at Y/N.
Sam rushed past Dean and dropped down to his knees next to Carrie. She fell forward into his big arms as her breath became labored with heavy sobs.
âItâs OK,â he whispered, âI got you.â
Jensen bared his teeth and ran the tip of his tongue across the edges, licking his chops like a wolf as he stared at her.
Carrie looked up from Samâs shoulder and a tear fell from her eye. âDean, I-â
Again, Jensen used his tongue, this time flickering it quickly between his teeth, then rolling it suggestively. He smirked as Y/N shivered, distracted by his movements.
âDean, I-â
Another slow, long roll of his tongue.
âI, uhâŠâ
âCut!â
Jared leapt to his feet and went over to Jensen, continuing a conversation from before the first take. Misha pulled out his phone, and Y/N simply stayed on the dirty studio floor, wiping real tears from her face with the hem of her shirt.
âYou OK?â
Blue eyes were wide with genuine concern, but Y/N waved Misha off. âIâm fine. Thank you.â Her smile was weak but managed to help calm her frustration.
âOK, people. Letâs go again! Take tenâŠâ
And so it went.
After five days of filming the first of her seven episode run, Y/N had messed up nearly every shot she was in, whether by design or fear of having it ruined. Jared and Jensen were terribly wicked, making her break constantly, tripping her, making faces at each other or her, farting- it was almost unmanageable. Through it all, Y/N tried her best to stay calm and keep going. It was a huge thing- landing a spot on such a great show, but she didnât know if she could do it for much longer. The frustration was boiling up inside of her, and- not to mention- she felt unwanted and severely disliked. Everyone always talked about how nice Ackles and Padalecki were to guest stars, how playful and loving the set was, how the cast and crew were like family. Y/N sure as hell wasnât feeling like family. More like the black sheep no one wanted to talk about. Or to.
Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.
âPlease, donât!â Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.
Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. âI- I didnât mean toâŠâ
Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.
âItâs OK,â he whispered, âI got you.â
She looked up from Samâs shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. âDean, I-â
Jensen looked up at the ceiling, refusing to meet her gaze. He puckered his lips as if whistling, completely ignoring her.
âDean-â
He tongued his cheek and sighed, seemingly annoyed by her acting.
âI⊠umâŠâ
Y/N cleared her throat and grit her teeth, determined to make it through the take.
âDean- Iâm so sorry.â Carrie let loose a stream of loud tears, pouring them into Samâs shoulder. âIâm sorry!â
âAnd...cut! We got it. Thatâs dinner, people.â
Y/N stepped out into the cold Vancouver night, totally uninterested in dinner or anything other than collapsing into her bed back at the hotel. She needed a shower, a drink, and a call back home to her best friend. The job sheâd been looking forward to for weeks had turned out to be a nightmare.
Finally alone, she closed her eyes and lifted them towards the dark sky, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Things were not what they had seemed.
Boots echoed behind her and Y/N startled, turning to see Jensen walking towards her, a kind smile upon his plump lips.
âHey.â He stopped a few feet away and tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels nervously.
Y/Nâs anxiety spiked and her stomach tightened. âHey.â
He licked his bottom lip slowly, green eyes flashing over her face. âGreat job today. Made it through that scene nicely.â
Confused, Y/N swallowed down her annoyance and nodded. âThanks. You too.â
âItâs not easy to cry like that,â he complimented, voice smooth and sweet. âIâm impressed.â
Her eyes narrowed on him, not sure what was going on. âThanks?â
âReally,â he pushed with a smile, the apples of his cheeks burning pink under the lot lights. âYou did great.â
Y/N couldnât respond; her thoughts twisted in utter confusion. She stared at Jensen as if he were some alien being sent to drive her insane.
He tipped back on his boot heels and took a deep breath, prepping for something. He cleared his throat and locked his knees. âSo anyway⊠I was wondering if you⊠wanted to come get a drink with me? Weâre pretty much done for the day. I think theyâre just reshooting Jaredâs scene with Misha next, so you and I could sneak away.â He held his breath and dug his front teeth hard into his bottom lip, waiting for her answer.
It was not what he expected.
Y/Nâs jaw dropped and she blinked furiously at him, stunned. âExcuse me?â
Jensen laughed timidly. âThereâs a bar we like to go to downtown. We can⊠go hang out? Get a buzz on?â He shrugged and smiled.
Y/N snapped. âAre you fucking kidding me?â
He jolted. âWhat?â
âI said, are you fucking kidding me?â she spat, turning towards him with rage pulsing from her form. Jensen took a step back but she came closer. âYou⊠you have been fucking with me all fucking week!â Her voice echoed down the alleyway, giant metal buildings amplifying her rage like a blow horn. âYouâre so mean! You⊠you and Jared have been fucking up every take for me! You tripped me twice, I slammed into a wall yesterday; youâre making disgusting remarks and faces at me while Iâm trying to cry. Youâre ruining this for me!â
Jensenâs hands lifted from his pockets to surrender, his palms facing her in the dark. âWhoa. Itâs not⊠weâre not-â
âYouâre not? Youâre not! Youâre gonna get me fired! Do you even care about anyone but yourself? This is a huge deal for me and youâre going to ruin it. Iâm gonna get fired because you canât keep be fucking professional and Jared canât stop eating burritos for lunch!â Y/N caught herself, gasping for a breath while her pulse raged in her ears. âFuck!â
Jensen shook his head in shock and lowered his hands. âY/N, itâs⊠really not what you think. Fuck, Iâm so sorry.â
âYouâre sorry? Oh, heâs sorry!â She spun around, telling the world. âHeâs sorry heâs going to get me fired, everyone! Jensen Ackles is sorry! That makes it all better!â
He stood, dumbfounded and guilty, his shoulders falling low, his eyes filling with hurt. âWow. Iâm⊠really sorry.â
Y/N took a deep, shaking breath and turned her eyes away, not wanting him to see her cry. âYeah. Thanks for the apology.â She crossed her arms and spun on her heel, turning her back on him. âThink Iâll pass on drinks.â
Jensen tried to say something, to find some way to smooth things over, but his voice died in the back of his throat, his mind empty and unsure. âYeah,â he mumbled, backing away. âOK.â
She heard him walk away and she did the same, stalking towards the parking lot.
From the shadows, a dark figure emerged, black hair a mess, trenchcoat flapping gently in the breeze.
âYou know heâs just fucking with you.â
Mishaâs voice called to her and Y/N turned to see him leaning against the corner of the building, clearly having heard and seen everything.
âYou usually lurk in the shadows like that?â
He laughed and shrugged. âNo, but Iâm usually in the right place at the right time.â
Y/N shook her head. âNot me. Iâm clearly in the wrong place, wrong time, wrong profession.â
Misha pushed himself away from the wall. âNah. You were really good today.â
âWas I?â she snit, sarcasm coating every inch of her. âSorry. Iâm just- theyâre torturing me and I donât know why.â Her voice cracked. âThey fucking hate me. What did I do?â
He laughed.
âOh, thatâs funny to you?â
He shook his head. âThey donât hate you, Y/N.â
She huffed. âI highly doubt that, but thank you.â
Misha came closer and lowered his voice. âYou know, they only torture those they like. Especially Jensen. Heâs only like that with people he⊠really likes.â He emphasized the last like as if he were the grade school gossip and Y/N scoffed.
âYeah, right.â
He grinned and shrugged. âBelieve me or donât, but itâs true. At least with you around, Iâm getting a break.â
Y/Nâs shoulders scrunched up high as she processed the new information. âHe⊠likes me?â
Misha nodded. âYup. Heâs like a kid on a playground,â he told her. âIf he dips your pigtails in ink tomorrow, donât be upset. Itâs like his mating call.â
Y/N cracked the first smile in days and hummed devilishly. âHmmâŠâ
âThatâs a scary hmm,â Misha laughed.
âIt is,â she agreed, turning to meet his gaze. âMaybe we can use this,â she said, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. âMaybe we can prank him back.â
He laughed. âYeah, that never works. Iâve tried.â
Again, Y/Nâs brain turned in circles as her plan pieced together. âHmmâŠâ
Misha leaned back and watched her think. âOh, this is gonna be good.â
Carrie walked into the kitchen, her face covered in bruises; a tiny butterfly bandage above her eyelid holding together a deep cut. She tiptoed down the steps and skirted the perimeter, eyes ever on Dean who sat alone at the table. He nursed a beer, two empty bottles haphazardly lined up next to it.
âRough night?â she asked, her voice cracking with nervous emotion.
Dean didnât look at her. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long sip, his eyes closing as the brew flooded his tongue. He came up with a heavy breath. âRough life.â
She nodded and took a step towards him. âYeah. I donât doubt it.â Bare feet were sticky on the tile as she went to him, stopping at the edge of the table. âDo you wanna-â
âTalk about it?â he snapped, cutting her off, looking up with pained, red-rimmed eyes. âNo. Do you?â
Meekly, Carrie shook her head. âNo.â
She started to turn, meaning to leave him alone to wallow, but Deanâs hand shot out to grab her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up, a little drunk, mostly guilty.
âWhy are you still here?â he whispered, tears choking his deep voice.
Her bottom lip trembled as his grip tightened. âW-what do you mean?â
Dean sat up, drawing closer to her, gaze digging into her soul. âWhy are you still here? I almost killed you.â
She swallowed hard and leaned down, breath passing over his lips like a warm breeze. He closed his eyes but the kiss never landed. She pressed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear. âBecause I canât leave youâŠâ
Deanâs eyes welled with tears.
Y/Nâs whisper continued as the camera zoomed in over her shoulder on Deanâs reaction. âBecause all I can think about is taking you out back and sucking your big, juicy cock over and over until you die of dehydration.â
Jensen choked on his own spit, so shocked by her words. He coughed to clear his throat and the scene was dead.
âCut!â
Y/N pulled back and stared down at him, daring him to say anything. Jensen was stunned, looking up with wide eyes.
She winked.
He shivered.
âBack it up! Reset!â
Carrie tiptoed down the steps into the kitchen, bruised and battered from the night before. She saw Dean and shivered, body tensing up as she walked the edges of the room
âRough night?â she asked, voice shaking.
Dean ignored her and lifted the bottle to his lips. âRough life.â
Carrie took a step towards him. âYeah. I donât doubt it.â She floated towards him, nervous but needing to help. âDo you wanna-â
âTalk about it?â he growled, looking up at her.
Y/N let her eyes go soft and parted her lips. The tip of her tongue shot out to slowly drag across her bottom lip. Jensen swallowed hard.
âNo,â Dean snit. âDo you?â
Carrie shook her head. âNo.â
She started to leave but Dean reached for her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up and gasped.
Y/N puckered her lips into a perfect circle and Jensen couldnât think of anything else but her mouth wrapped around his cock.
âW-Why are you... s-still here?â he whispered, chest heaving, eyes gazing over.
Carrieâs lip trembled âWhat do you mean, Dean?â
Y/N spoke his name with half a moan and Jensen squirmed in his seat, feeling his dick grow.
âUhâŠUm...Why? W-why are-â
âCut!â
Thrice more, Jensen mucked up the scene. Staring at Y/N, he couldnât get any words to properly form, let alone a tear to fall. She licked her lips, batted her lashes, sucked her fingers, moaned in his ear. The closer they got to finishing the scene, the harder she teased him, and in the end, he could barely stand.
Dean stood quickly and Carrie backed away, afraid he would strike her again. Her wrist was snagged in his hand, his grip unbreakable.
âLet me go!â she demanded, twisting in his grasp.
Dean walked her backwards until she hit the countertop, her breath pushing out in a shocked huff.
âDean!â
He kissed her silent, releasing her hand only to hold her cheeks, push his breath into her, his pain, his guilt.
âIâm sorry.â
She licked his kiss from her lips and closed her eyes. âI know.â
âCut! We got it!â
Jensen dropped his hands from Y/Nâs cheeks but didnât back away right away. She bucked her hips forward and he groaned deep in the back of his throat. He was hard against her, his erection straining in his jeans.
The crew carried on their business and slowly, Jensen backed away, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.
âYou figured it out,â he said with a faint laugh.
Y/N tongued her cheek and looked away, over his shoulder. âI had a little help from an angel,â she confessed.
Jensen dropped his head. âDamnit Misha.â
Y/N lifted her eyes to his. âDamnit, nothing.â She cocked her head and leaned close. âWanna go get that drink now?â
Jensenâs lips puckered and he let out a slow breath. âHell yes.â
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"Are poptarts hot pockets?"
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âFeeding time! Come and get it boysâ
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Rusted Orange Leaves
Poly Lost Boys x gender neutral reader
It's been awhile! I am so sorry for being gone so long. Ever since graduating life has been sort of a roller coaster. Working full time along with trying to figure out student loans has been tough.
I wanted to start writing again and get back into The Lost Boys with a bit of a self indulgent fic. For context I recently lost my Nana (grandmother) a couple weeks ago and its been tough to say the very least. She was not only my grandmother but she was another mother to me and in this fic there is a lot of things that are actual things that my Nana and I would do together. Not only that but this is also a fic for anyone who might've lost there own grandmother or even a grandparent in general who you had a very close connection with.
Happy fall to all of you and I am very excited to write for one of my favorite seasons of the year. Get ready for some spooky, Halloween fun and in general fall themed fluff.
Word Count: 1,840
The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon filled Davidâs noise as he walked into a place that he called a second home. Music that he remembered coming out during the time of the 1910âs and 20âs played at a reasonable volume. Being loud enough for anyone to enjoy but just low enough that people could talk comfortably to each other without raising their voice.Â
He smiled softly as he walked deeper into the house and caught sight of you doing your thing around the kitchen.Â
You were making your grandmotherâs infamous great pumpkin cookies that she made every year around the fall holidays. You smiled a little though that smile didnât quite reach your eyes as you mixed in the chocolate morsels that went in the cookies.Â
But now these cookies were to be made by you and other members of your family since your grandmother unfortunately passed away not even a month ago in September, just before the leaves started to turn.Â
A part of you was sentimental; making her baked goods and other recipes she taught you ever since you were little. You and your mother were really the only two who she taught her recipes to, leaving it to the both of you to teach the rest of the family.Â
You had her cookies on your list along with her pumpkin and apple pie and the traditional fall soups she made from scratch. You also had some of your own recipes youâve been wanting to make.Â
With it being the beginning of October, the leaves turning their beautiful vibrant colors, you turned on the music that your grandparents played and had been going at it in the kitchen since the early hours of the morning.Â
You were so engrossed in your activity that you didnât notice your boyfriend David walk into your home. You had given him a key a while ago, turning your home into his home as well⊠along with your other three boyfriends; Dwayne, Marko and Paul.Â
David had gotten there before any of the boys could. He knew that you were dealing with your grief in your own way. You had been having your days where certain sounds, images and even scents sent you into a crying mess. Hell, even before your grandmother passed away, you got so upset because a candle you bought smelt like her.Â
You wanted to bask in her scent forever. Her smell gave you comfort and it scared you that you could never live in it again so you havenât even lit it since her passing. Afraid to lose it and never smell it again.Â
David knew that your grandparents werenât just that, they were another set of parents; a mother and father to you. David knew how much your grandmother loved you. He and the boys got to spend some time with her and she talked about you so much and always wanted to make sure that you were taken care of. You were her first grandchild and she loved you like you were her own.Â
Your grandmother even had them tear up, making them promise her that they would love you and make sure that you would always be happy and live your life. And they promised that.Â
You eyed the amount of batter in your mixing bowl, finally noticing David when he walked into the kitchen, âHey.â You said quietly, not fully trusting your feelings in that moment. You wanted to cry, but at the same time, you were feeling the most comfortable since her passing.Â
David smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple, âHey. I can see youâve been busy.âÂ
You nodded, leaning into him, âI made some apple turnovers for the first time. I think they came out really good. I have another batch in the oven and pumpkin soup is simmering on the stove⊠think itâs too much?âÂ
David shook his head, âNope. I think itâs perfect. Do you need any help?â David didnât think it was too much. If anything with how much the four of them loved your food, it could never be enough. And who was he to stop you from cooking and baking, this was your way of coping, he didnât want to stop you from healing.Â
You felt warm and fuzzy when he offered to help. Cooking with David was always wonderful. It surprised you just how much he enjoyed doing the activity with you. It warmed your heart even more at the idea that you were gonna teach him your grandmotherâs recipes.Â
âYeah, I can teach you her pumpkin pie and I wanted to make her chicken pot pie to go with the soup.â You could help but get excited as you explained what you wanted to make.Â
David just smiled, taking off his coat and gloves, grabbing a basic brown waist apron that was hanging on a hook in your kitchen, matching your own. You got one for him after he complained a little by getting flour and food particles on his pants one night.Â
He tied it around his waist and grabbed the kitchenware he needed and the ingredients that he needed. He followed your instructions as you did your own thing, chopping whatever vegetables and poultry needed for the chicken pot pie.Â
Of course, during the longest part of cooking, prep work, did the others file into your home.Â
Paul came in smiling at the scene before him. He never in his life thought he would see David doing such a domestic thing in his life, but then again, he didnât think that for himself either. âDo we have to kiss the cooks?â Paul teased before giving you a kiss on the lips, tasting pumpkin and chocolate on your tongue as he gave you a stomach fluttering deep kiss that held nothing but love with no lust behind it. Just pure love.Â
David rolled his eyes when Paul gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek to tease the bleach blonde. âSmells great in here.âÂ
Paul honestly loved it when the home smelled like this. Your home for him was a place of comfort. A place for him to unwind and just relax. Thatâs what made you very similar to your grandmother. Both of you made your homes feel like a home.Â
He always thought your grandmother was the definition of a grandmother. A woman with a heart of gold and a pure soul. Always making sure everyone was taken care of. The day she passed was a sad one.Â
He was frozen in fear the moment the news settled in for you. He had never seen someone feel so much pain that wasnât physical. Heâd seen you sob your heart out before. But seeing your face turn into anguish and cry out so loudly and so heart broken, truly shook him to his core.Â
Since then heâs been treating you much more softly. It wasnât per your request, but something in him changed and he wanted to show you just how much he cherished you. Itâs not like he didnât already, he just had a much more lustful and hornier way of going about it.Â
Marko was next to walk in, carrying a small brown bag in his hand and smiled once he saw you spreading out the cookie batter on the pan, âAre those the pumpkin cookies you were talking about?âÂ
Marko softly grabbed your chin and placed a short kiss on each of your cheeks before placing one on your lips.Â
You giggled as Marko gently nipped at your lip, âYes. Iâm gonna bake them once the rest of the apple turnovers are done⊠what did you get?âÂ
Marko smiled as he carefully pulled out two tea cups with saucers attached to them. One design to be like fall colored leaves and the other in the shape of a pumpkin with leaves. You cooed at the teacups, wanting to hold them but didnât want to dirty them with the batter on your hands.Â
âOh, Marko. Theyâre so cute.â You cooed softly. Marko felt his chest swell with pride as he got you a gift that made your eyes sparkle. And he knew that tone in your voice. You only talk that way when you truly love something.Â
âIâll go put them with the rest of your collection.â He took the teacups and placed them in a wooden cupboard with glass that you used as a display case for your teacups that you pulled out in rotation to use. You had an addition to mugs and teacups and you had an ever growing collection that werenât just sitting on a shelf but were used for different times throughout the year.Â
Marko grinned to himself. He had been trying his best to make you smile recently. Little gifts and outings have been his way to do just that. Even though youâve told him multiple times that he didnât need to buy you any gifts, he wanted to. He loved seeing your eyes shine with happiness and he wanted to treat you. Youâve been going through your emotions and even your thoughts for the most part alone.Â
You didnât want to talk to your family much about how you were feeling, afraid of judgment on some weird level. You were afraid that your family wasnât going to understand how you felt and the way you were going through your grieving process.Â
After placing the teacups in the case, he took one of the apple turnovers you already made and took a bite of it, groaning at how good they were. âThese are banging.â He comments. Paul joined in and grabbed one of his own, enjoying the freshly baked dessert.Â
Dwayne was the last to walk in. Seeing you doing something that you love and glowing, his heart, if it could, wouldâve fluttered. Without a word, Dwayne came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead. âYouâre not pushing yourself, are you?â
You shook your head, done with placing the batter on the pans, âNo. Iâve been taking breaks here and there throughout the day.âÂ
Dwayne hummed, squeezing your waist a little, âGood.âÂ
He didnât want you overworking yourself too much, even if it was doing something you loved. Sometimes, Dwayne would just make sure that you took time to rest and relax. He knew how hard the past couple weeks have been for you. If the nights of you crying in his arms didnât tip him off, then you being extra clinging to them lately did.Â
You moved to go wash your hands, Dwayne still having a grip on you and moving with you, not wanting to let go yet.
You chuckled, and after you dried off your hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair. Feeling the utmost content in this moment.Â
Out of all the days that have gone by in the past couple weeks, for once you felt at ease.
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On Fire
Part 2
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Poly!lost boys x hellhound!reader
18+
Y/n sat quietly in the candle lit cave as her boys were out causing chaos. After some time had passed, she put her book down and decided to get cleaned up, her body still cased in ash from her shift earlier. She wandered through the caverns of the endless cave. It's really quite a fascinating structure. Some of the cave was mad up from this old chic hotel but other parts were formed over the years naturally and she loved the little pieces of nature hidden of the depths of their cave. Hidden away in the depths of the cave was a spring of ocean water that pooled in and made the perfect bath. The boys had put candles all around and Marko even snagged a few towels from some surfers he was harrasing on the beach. As she stepped into the room, it was dark. Not a single candle was lit but that's an easy fix. She flashed her eyes a crimson red and snapped her fingers together, emitting a flame around the room that lit all the candles. She smirked in satisfaction. Hellhounds could control fire and have incredible strength. Even more powerful than a werewolf but kind of similar. Y/n took her hair down and stripped off the random tshirt and sweatpants she had thrown on before entering the water. The ocean water felt cool on her skin as she scrubbed the soot from her body. Once she was clean of ash, she leaned against the edge of the pool just relaxing in the cool water.
It didn't last as long as y/n had hoped as she heard whoops and hollers echo through the cave. The boys were home. Dwayne was the first one to find y/n. "You know, if shifting causes you to have to bathe more, I'm all for it" he smirked as he peeled of his blood clad jacket and jeans before joining y/n in the pool. Y/n laughs and looks Dwayne over. He had blood all over him. These boys were messy esters. Even more so when they're pissed off. "Well considering how messy you all are, I think us all bathing more would be beneficial" y/n teases. Dwayne laughs as he gets closer to y/n and wraps his hands around her waist. Y/n studied his face. He had streaks of blood on his cheeks. She cupped water in her hand and washed away the red from his smooth skin. Dwayne watched her every move. He had never known such kindness. She was the kindest soul he had ever known and it still shocked him that he was theirs. Dwayne locked eyes with y/n and went to kiss her but they were both covered in a huge splash of water. "It was definitely a blonde" y/n said as she wiped the sea water out of her eyes. Marko now stood in the pool laughing his ass off. His curls now wet and crumbling apart making his hair look longer than usual. "I had to do it! It was too perfect of an opportunity!" Marko reasoned as he waded over to Dwayne and y/n. "Bullshit, you jealous little ass!" Dwayne bellowed as he grabbed Marko and dunked him under the water. Y/n shook her head and smirked at their antics before walking up to Dwayne and kissing his lips. "You know how jealous he gets, D." She teases knowing full well that Marko can hear her. Marko wasted no time striding over to y/n in the pool and smashed his lips into hers with such force that she hit the side of the pool. "I know my jealousy drives you wild, baby" Marko winks. "Excuse me but this is just rude!" Paul yells as he entered the room and kicked off his boots before making quick work of his clothes and joining the trio in the pool. "Starting the party without the best member?" Paul teased, grabbing y/n away from Marko. His eyes didn't land on her eyes like they typically did. Hid eyes were trained on the still fading scar on y/n's chest, right below her collarbone. Y/n grabbed his chin and picked his head up to meet her gaze. "I'm OK,Paulie. I promise." She reassures, quickly kissing his lips. He brushed his hand over her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I just worry about you, sweetness. I can't help it. I just wanna protect you from everything and anything. I want nothing to hurt you or pierce this beautiful skin." Paul leaned his forehead onto hers before taking a deep breathe. "I heal, hunny. I'm not as fragile as I look" y/n smirked before running her hands over Paul's shoulders. Paul immediately smiles "Oh I know you're not fragile, sweetheart. You can't be with us around. I'm sure we would of broken you by now if you weren't so tough." Paul winked before kissing her lips and diving into the pool to clean off his dinner. Y/n felt a presence and knew immediately who the feeling belonged to. She looked over at the doorway and David was leaning against it. His icy blue eyes watching the boys goofing around in the pool and you.
"Our pest problem has been taken care of, my love" David cooed as he entered the room and took off his blood stained clothes. He never broke eye contact with y/n as he entered the pool and made his way directly to her. He grabbed her hips as he got close enough and pulled her close. " Thank you for taking care of them. They were just gonna be a problem." Y/n said as she put her hands on David's chest. "They hurt our queen. We couldn't possibly let them just walk away" David responded as he held y/n in his arms. Y/n hummed as she felt safe in his arms. Surrounded by her boys. Everything felt right.
David swiftly caught her legs over his arms and put them around his waist. " I hear Paul made you a promise if you were good while we were gone and the cave's not on fire so I'd say you listened" David said as he slowly moved his hips, making his length tease against her. Y/n let out a hum that got all the other boys attention. "I..I just read my book....and took a bath." Y/n was able to answer breathlessly as David continued to move his hips, teasing her. "I'd say that counts as being good" David cooed before he captured her lips in a heated kiss and grabbed her ass with both hands. She swiftly lifted her up in the water slightly and slid his length into her. She let out a cry of bliss. Dwayne soon stood behind her, holding her up. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and started kissing the side of her neck. As David increased his pace, y/n leaned back into Dwayne more. Dwayne held her shoulders and reclined her back into the water so that she was laying on it, floating. Marko and Paul immediately came over and stared kissing her now fully exposed torso as Dwayne continued to kiss her neck and face. David rocketed his hips to meet hers and she bit her lip as her eyes turned red. "There you go,baby. Relax. Let us take care of you" Dwayne whispered in her ear. Her back arched as David continued at his quick speed. " Fuck this feels amazing" she gasped out as the boys just smirked. David clenched his jaw as he grabbed her hips with a bruising strength and rutted into her. David's eyes turned gold as his speed began to grow sloppy and y/n let out a moan as they released together. "Fuck Kitten. Feels like you bring me back to life" David groaned as he pulled out and trailed kisses up her stomach.
Paul was quick to take David's place between her legs. "You still with us,sugar?" Paul asked as he pulled y/n up so that her chest was against his. "You know it takes more than that to knock me out" y/n teases with half lidded eyes. She felt another pair of hands sneak around her stomach and looked over her shoulder to see Marko, grinning from ear to ear. "I think me and Paul have a plan to knock you out" Marko teased before kissing her neck. "Oh yeah?" She questioned, biting her lip. "Yeah,sweets. I think you deserve it after the day you've had" Paul adds as he smashes his lips into hers. She kisses him back,weaving her fingers through his long blonde hair. Paul then moves a hand down to her folds and his touch sends Shockwave through her whole body. "Fuck! Paulie please!" Y/n cried out begging him for more than just a touch.
He laughed a little before lining himself up with her entrance and rocking his hips forward but after that he stills his movement and moves his mouth to her ear. "You think you can handle me and Marko, sweetness? You gonna be a good girl while we tear you apart?" Paul teased with a pleased smirk. Paul was quite the tease when he wanted to be. Yeah most of the time he was a golden retriever goofball but times like these seemed to ignite his more dominant instincts and it was intoxicating. Y/n nods at a loss for words and Paul kisses her jaw as he starts to move his hips, dragging in and out of her slowly. He knew how to tease her. How to get her exactly where he wanted her. This woman was his world. A goddess. He wanted to treat her as such at any chance he got. Y/n's mouth remained open as she gasped at all the places Paul's length was hitting just right at this slow speed. But she wanted more. She pulled at the blonde vamps hair, unable to voice what she wanted as she was lost in the pleasure. Paul laughed as he let out a breathy moan. "Fuck yeah,baby. You want more?" Paul asked as Marko began biting at her neck from behind. "Yes" y/n groaned out. What she wasn't expecting was the feeling of Marko's hand feeling for her entrance and then him rocketing his hips,plunging into her in rhythm with Paul. Y/n lets out a screech and wraps her arm back towards Marko as she rakes he nails across his shoulder. "Shhh. Easy, Mi amore" Marko whispered as him and Paul stilled their movement and allowed her to adjust to them. "Fuck,sweets! If you keep squeezing us like that, we aren't lasting too long" Paul groans as he feels y/n's heat flutter against him. Once the boys felt satisfied that they had given y/n enough time to adjust, they both started rocking their hips in rhythm. Moans and groans came from all 3 of them as they moved together, the water around them splashing up at the momentum. Y/n's eyes turned red and her face started to smolder with a slight flame as she grabbed onto Marko with one hand and Paul with the other. "Ready,my love? Together OK?" Paul cooed with half lidded eyes. Y/n nodded as she threw her head back against Marko's chest and both vamps let out a moan while y/n's back arched at she let out a moan. "Fuck!" Marko exclaimed as he pulled out of her and tried to catch his breath (yeah he doesn't breath but old habits right?). Paul follows suit and peppers kisses over her face.
She looked drunk. She was in complete bliss. Exhausted but happy. Paul picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the pool where a towel clad Dwayne was waiting with a towel. Dwayne took her in his arms and wrapped the towel around her before carrying her out of the room and through the cave pathways to her bed. Well it was more their bed now since the boys preferred sleeping by her instead of in their usual spots. She was home for them. She was their safety. Dwayne laid y/n down in her bed and pulled the blanket over her towel clad form. Her eyes fought off sleep as she stared up at Dwayne. "But what about you?" Y/n asked with a voice full of sleep while reaching a hand out to him. Dwayne grabbed her hand and kissed it before laying down next to her and kissing her temple. "Later,Princess. Now you sleep." Dwayne anwsers as he pulls her onto his chest and notices how fast she falls asleep. Paul comes into the room not long after and curled up next to her, kissing her shoulder before nuzzling into her sleeping form. Marko then comes in and lays across her feet like a lap dog cuz let's be real he's just everyone's favorite rabid chihuahua. Finally, David joins his family laying on the other side of her as he observes the way she had fallen asleep in Dwayne's arms practically laying on him. Their little Hellhound.
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Hi love how are you :)) , I wanted to ask if you could make someone where reader and klaus Have a child , and sheâs like 3 maybe ? Letâs make it so readers cook and mashed THE BEST PIE, so one day she makes a family dinner for the 3 of them, and her daughter/son slowly steal all of klausâs food Untill her barely has anything left, and klaus hates all pouty and is genuinely upset, but canât say anything because if he does then heâs sure youâll blast him. So the kid is super cute and all, but makes faces to klaus when you arenât looking đ that would be so cute. Later when you put your child to sleep, he read him storyâs and give him lots of love, with cuddles. And again klaus gets really jealous, so when the child goâs to bed, klaus tells reader with a pout and puppy dog eyes on his face, how you love the child more then him. Which leads to some fluff and comforting. Sorry if itâs too much I totally understand if you canât write this
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Yours truly- Kirb :))
Loving both equally
I smiled as I watched Klaus and our son Henry sit at the table. I was just pulling the steak pie from the oven, plating it up with some mash a veg. Klaus had wanted roast potatoes but Henry was only three and preferred mash so Nik eventually caved when our son began to get upset.
Henry was a sensitive little boy and a little clingy but I found it sweet that he was such a mamaâs boy. Recently he had been especially needy as the mention of starting school soon was brought up commonly. He would get upset and refuse to entertain the idea and instead wind up with a new toy and extra cuddle time.
âMomma Iâm hungryâ Henryâs small voice called from the table to which Klaus told him to be patient making me smile a little wider.
âItâs okay, itâs ready nowâ I told them while bringing both there plates over. I went back and got my own plate before sitting beside Henry and opposite Nik.
âThank you sweetheartâ Klaus lifted my hand and kissed the back of it making me smile wider.
A second later Henry was tugging my other and kissing the back of it as well making me laugh and Klaus to roll his eyes.
Henry eats his food quickly, sitting quietly at in his seat. Klaus and I kept up small conversation as we ate, I could hear Klaus fussing and glanced up from my plate to see Henry stealing a piece of the meat from his pie. Klaus frowned and was whispering to Henry and I sighed
âNik just let him have a bit, if heâs still hungry then he needs to eat. I can give you some more later, there was some left overâ I mumbled and he huffed
âHe needs to learn to not steal-â
âItâs not really stealingâ I muttered and he growled lowly, clearly getting more frustrated as Henry started scooping some of his mash onto his fork. I gave Klaus a look at the growl and his nostrils flared as he begrudgingly leaned back. âKlaus-â
âNo. Itâs fine.â He grumbled and I pressed my hand to my face.
âHenry baby, come hereâ I summoned and he quickly climbed down from his chair and came to mine. I pulled him up onto my lap and let him eat from my plate instead. Klausâs jaw clenched but he didnât say anything else as he kept eating his food. I stroked my fingers through our sons hair as he finished the food. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Klaus sticking his tongue out at Henry making me raise a brow. Eventually he looked back at me and his face dropped, he cleared his throat and stood up, grabbing all three empty plates.
âIâll wash upâ he mumbled and kissed my head making me grab his shirt and pull him down to kiss his lips before smiling and getting up, lifting Henry onto my hip.
âIâm gonna take him up and get him ready and then we can spend some time together okay?â I ran my hand down his arm and his expression brightened
âAlone?â He ginned and I hummed
âAlone.â I confirmed as I headed for the stairs. I could hear him chuckle as I got further away.
Henry laughed and squealed as I spun him round before dropping him onto his back on his bed. He smiled, and made grabby hands making me sit beside him and pull him back into my lap. His big blue eyes looked up at me and his bottom tuck out a little and he pouted.
âIs daddy mad at me?â He whispered and I shook my head.
âOf course not baby, daddy just gets stressed out sometimes because ofâŠworkâŠâ I told him and he sniffled making his little nose twitch. I pet his curls softly âno sweetie, donât be sad. Daddy doesnât want you to be sad, we both love you so muchâ I told him and his lip wobbled
âDaddy doesnât love me as much you doâ he whispered and I frowned
âNo noâŠâ I muttered, my eyes widened âdaddy loves you, he loved you more than anything in the worldâ I told him âwhen you were born he was so happy, heâs so proud of youâ I smiled and kissed his head gently
âYou promise?â He whispered and I nodded
âI promise you honey, both everyone in this family adores you. And you that when you go to schoolâŠeveryoneâs gonna love you tooâŠâ I mentioned and he pouted some more but reluctantly nodded. âNowâŠhow about we read a story and go to sleep?â I offered and he smiled, rushing over to his book shelf that his uncle Elijah built for him.
He jumped up onto the bed and buried under the blankets making me chuckle and lay down beside him.
We read the book half an half, if read a page and then he would and any words he struggled with I would help explain. Henry was keen to learn which is why we thought he would be excited for school but he didnât want to leave home and begged to be homeschooled but Klaus instantly disagreed and protested saying that he needed to socialise and make friends which I had to agree with because for once he wasnât wrong.
I smiled as his words came out clear and relatively well pronounced before a knocking at the door sounded and Klaus stood in only his plaid pants, leaning against the door frame
âAlmost asleep?â He asked and I glanced to the book
âUh yeah..almost, Iâll be in soonâ I told him and he cleared his throat with a nod before disappearing.
I didnât mean to take so long after that but Henry ended up wanting another story and then he wouldnât go to sleep unless I was holding him close and then I accidentally fell asleep as well. By the time I woke up it was late and all the lights were out, the covers were pulled up over both Henry and I which meant Klaus mustâve done so to keep us warm.
I quietly slipped out and went into our room. Klaus was lead on his side of the bed and facing the wall.
âNik?â I whispered but he didnât respond so I assumed he was asleep and so silently got changed into one of his shirts and carefully got in bed beside him. I made my way closer to the middle of the bed so I was closer to him and his body heat. I kissed the back of his shoulder and I heard him let out a breath. âYou awake?â I whispered and he hummed. He rolled over to face me though he didnât look very happy as his eyes found mine. âIâm sorryâ I uttered, I wasnât sure how to make him happier. I knew that I spent almost all of my time on Henry and it meant we didnât have any time together.
âItâs fineâ he mumbled and I frowned
âYou know I love youâ I murmured, kissing his cheek but he didnât respond making me sigh âklausâŠheâs a babyâ
âHeâs not a baby anymoreâ he grumbled âso stop babying himâ
He shifted to sit up and I pushed myself up too.
âHeâs a baby to meâ I whispered and he groaned âseriously klaus-â
âOh donât do thatâ he huffed and I hit the back of my head against the headboard lightly out of frustration. âYou spend every second with him and leave me with nothing. I have gone without you for three years because you love him more than you could ever love meâ he ranted and my expression softened
âYou think I love him more than I love you?â I questioned and he gave me a look
âI know soâ he whispered and I shook my head
âNikâŠnoâ I mumbled and he looked away to the wall. I shuffled over and lifted my hand to his cheek making him look back to me. âYou know why love Henry so much?â I asked softly and he kept quiet
âI love him because heâs just like you. Heâs everything I love about you. He loves to read and he likes to draw, he loves nature and my food just like you do.â I began while tracing small circles against his skin âhe looks just like you, you know that?â I whispered and he tilted his head slightly. I nodded as I spoke quietly âbig blue eyes, pretty curls on his head and those pink pouty lipsâ I teased and his tongue darted to wet his lips as his cheeks reddened. âHeâs got the same curve at the end of the noseâ I whispered while bringing my fingers to trace his features gently. âThe only difference between the two of you is that heâs home 24/7. And when I miss youâŠI look for you in him.â I finished and he sniffed a little with a small nod before our lips pressed together gently a few times and our foreheads rest against one anotherâs.
âI miss you too when Iâm not homeâŠbut I donât have a little you to spend time with and then when I do get to see you, weâll I donât really get to be with youâ he mumbled
âI knowâŠIâm sorryâŠitâs only a couple months until Henryâs four and then he can get into school and Iâll be with you all dayâ I convinced and he sighed
âBut as soon as he walks back in-â
âThen we can both be with himâ I whispered âweâll both give him hugs and kisses and he can come into your art room and we can read him stories togetherâ
âHe doesnât want me, he just wants youâ he frowned
âThatâs just because he thinks you donât love himâ I accidentally told him and my eyes widened and is brows pulled together further.
âHe what?â Klaus quickly shoved the covers off and started getting up
âNik, Nik! told him you love him, he knows you love him!â I whisper yelled and he grabbed a shirt putting it on
âIm not having my son think that I donât love himâ he growled and I shook my head
âNo no noâŠno he doesnât, I promised him that you were just stressed with work and that youâre proud of him and that you love him very much. I shouldnât have said that he doesnât believe it, Iâm sorryâ I cupped his face gently and he breathed shallowly
âMy son thinks I donâtâŠhe thinksâŠâ his eyes teared up and I swiped my thumbs under them to keep any tears away. Klaus was always had the fear of becoming anything like Mikael. From the second we found out we were having a boy, he was terrified and unfortunately itâs caused him to pull away which was exactly what he didnât want to do but I didnât want him to feel bad for it. He only meant good.
I wrapped my arms around him and felt his nose in my hair. âItâs okayâ I whispered. He held onto my hand and pulled me to Henryâs room. I stood by the door as he let go of me and slipped his arms under our son, carrying him to our room and laying down with Henry in the middle. I got in opposite and smiled. Our fingers linked toward and he smiled softly, his nose a little pinker from sniffing back tears.
âI love you bothâ Klaus murmured, wrapping an arm round Henry.
âI love you tooâ I whispered âand Henry loves you so muchâ I told him and he nodded
âWeâll all go out tomorrow, buy some colouring pencilsâ he offered and I smiled. âThen maybe tomorrow weâll put him to bed together, a little earlier and we can have some time?â
âOr we ask Rebekah to take care of him for an hour or so?â I suggested but his grin only widened
âI think Iâll need the whole night rather than just an hourâ he chuckled and I rolled my eyes.
âMmm why arenât a surprisedâ I laughed and he lifted my hand to kiss the back of it.
âI love youâ he uttered as his lashes fluttered and I smiled
âI love you too, goodnight Nikâ I whispered
âGoodnight my lovesâ
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On Fire
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Lost boys x hellhound!reader
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Itâs said that vampires often require guardians during the day while they sleep. The tales often say that the hounds of hell are used for this purpose but so many humans assume they're dogs. That's what the Frog brothers and the Emerson's counted on that night when they came to the cave. They never expected to see a girl with (your hair color) hair curled upon the couch with a book upon entering the vampires lair. At first they assumed she was a victim. Maybe someone they kidnapped and kept hostage. They were very very wrong.
As the Frog brothers and Sam Emerson descended down into the cave, y/n immediately sensed them. They smelled of fear,holy water and garlic. Crazy kids. Garlic is such an out dated reference when it comes to vamps. Y/n smirked as she closed her book and acknowledged the intruders for the first time "You know, it's very rude to enter someone's home uninvited and armed" she stares intensely at the 3 boys armed with stakes, holy water and who knows what else. Edgar was the first to speak up, "I wouldn't call this hole in the ground a home but I guess bloodsuckers can't be too picky. Who are you? We can get you out of here." He asks with his hand on a stake, ready to defend himself and his fellow hunters. Y/n laughs as she stood up from her place in the couch. "And what makes you think I want out of here? What if this is my home too? You think you're so smart but you're all just kids." Y/n watched them closely as she spoke. She noticed their body language and their unspoken words that were communicated by stares and looks. Alan stepped towards her holding a stake "Then that makes you a blood sucker and we are here to kill you all" He threatened as he leaped towards y/n with the stake and plunges it into her chest. She looks down at the stake in her chest and then back at the boys in front of her. "Bad move,boys" she smirked before her whole body was engulfed in flames and the stake soon turned to Ash and fell out of her chest. She strode towards them and growled loudly as her eyes glowed and the flames around her intensified. The boys fell back in surprise and scrambled to get back up. "If you ever even think of coming back here again, I'll barbecue you all!" Y/n warns as she stepped towards the boys. She opened her jaw and snarled with wolf like fangs before running at them. The boys ran out as fast as their feet would carry them. Once she was sure they were gone, she calmed the flames on her body and was left covered in soot and ash. She quickly through on a tshirt and some sweatpants before throwing her hair up into a mess bun. Y/n made sure they were long gone. She walked the outside of the cave and tracked their scents back to the main road. The threat was gone.
As she entered the cave, a mess of blonde came walking out of the sleeping chamber. Paul. "I heard your growl, sweets. Is everything OK?" Paul asked as he walked to meet y/n at the couch in the middle of the cave. She sighs and plops down on the couch. "Those Frog kids. They have guts. I'll give them that" she explained as Paul plopped down next to her on the couch. "What!? Those little shits! Did the hurt you?" Paul asks as he frantically grabs her and starts checking her body for injury. As he moved her tshirt, he saw the faint scar on her chest from where the stake had been. He stood up quickly clenching his fists "They're fucking dead!! They stabbed you!? Who do they think they are!?" Paul paced as he started planning the different ways he'd rip them apart. The rest of the boys stumbled out of the sleeping chamber and looked around, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Care to explain the yelling?" David asked as he approached y/n and Paul. "Those boys fucking attacked her, man! Staked her in the chest! When I find them.." Paul rambled on before David finally snapped at him "Paul!! She's a hell hound for fucks sake! She's OK!" David said trying to calm down the blonde vamp along with the other boys who were inspecting y/n for more injuries. "I'm OK, loves. I promise" y/n said as she showed them her fading scar "Just a scratch" she held her hand out to Paul who was still pacing around and he immediately was drawn to her.
He sat down next to her and held her cheek with his hand. "I know you're a bad ass hell hound and you're suppose to protect us or whatever but baby you're not just a guardian. Not to me.Not to any of us" Paul explained as he stroked her cheek. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, finding comfort in his touch and in his words. She kissed the palm of his hand. "I understand Paulie. I know this situation isn't easy for any of us. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to protect and guard you guys. Not..." Y/n trailed off as her eyes dropped to the floor. Marko kneeled down I front of her and placed a hand on her knee. "Be the love of our lives? Our reason for being? Our purpose on this earth? Listen, MĂ Amore. None of us expected our mate to be a bad ass hell hound like you and I know you didn't expect to find your mate as a vampire,never mind 4 of us but it is no longer your job to protect us. We protect each other. We are here for each other. You're never on your own" Marko comforted. Y/n felt tears prick at her eyes. "I got you all. Forever. I'd rather get stabbed 10 times over than see any harm come to any of you" she looked around the room at her boys as she spoke.
Dwayne wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her neck comfortingly. "Let's just agree to do the best we can to not get hurt. Any of us." Dwayne reassured as he traces y/n's scar with his finger. David sat down on the other side of the couch next to y/n. "Doll, we will take care of this" David promised as he grabbed hold of her hand. A comfortable silence fills the cave as her boys clung to her in their own ways. "You did an awesome fucking job protecting us tho, Princess. Thank you" Dwayne said as he kissed her head. All the boys nod and agree with Dwayne. "Yeah! What a good puppy!" Paul exclaims before rubbing y/n's head like she's a dog. Y/n's eyes sparked and sent a tiny flame to Paul's cheek. "OWW! OWW!" Paul screeched as he jumps up and pats his cheek like he's putting out a 4 alarm fire. "Bad puppy!!" He scolds as the other boys just laugh and hold on to their incredible mate. "Call me puppy again and you go bald" y/n threatens causing the other boys to continue laughing. Paul walked towards her biting his lip and grabs hold of her chin "You like my hair to much to do that,baby. Then you'd have nothing to hold onto" Paul winks at her before kissing her nose and y/n blushed, left totally speechless. David laughed and shook his head as he stood up. "Come on boys. Looks like we have frog on the menu tonight." David smirked at his little pun and kissed y/n before slipping outside into the dark night. Dwayne and Marko kissed her before following David but Paul remained standing in front of her. " Stay out of trouble while we're gone? Read your book. Stay put and I'm sure we will make it worth your while when we get back,sugar" Paul smirks. "I'm done with trouble for the night. I'll stay put" y/n says as she picks up her book and uses it to try and hide her obvious blush. Paul laughs and moves the book away from her face to kiss her lips. "Well I hope you still got a little trouble left in you cuz I'm sure we'll be causing some later" Paul smirks before he kisses her forehead and heads outside to meet the rest of the boys.
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Crying in the Sand | Poly! Lost Boys x plus sized!Reader
Summary: The Lost Boyâs mate has some old âfriendsâ come to town. She wants to spend time with them without her boys but they end up destroying her self-esteem instead. The boys will not let them get away with it.Â
Warnings: Sexual innuendos but no real sex scenes, cursing, blood, violence, fighting, body shaming, self-hatred, anxiety, shirtless men for some reason, nudity, strong language, bullying, adult bullying, reader is larger in clothes size than the boys but they donât care, Marko being let loose. Everyone in the coven is dating everyone else. No Michael or Star or Laddie :(
Davidâs arm wrapped around her plush hip, pressing her into his side gently. The boys were acting rowdy as they walked the boardwalk, minus Dwayne who was loyally carrying her bags despite her protests. She had been holding off the entire night to tell them she wasnât going to be hanging out with them the next night. They had a hard time allowing their mate to go anywhere without them, but she made them promise to allow her to have other friends. Which was hard to do as an adult who surrounds herself with scary biker boys with pretty hair.Â
But old friends were good. They didnât know her boys, they had no idea they existed since they were coming to California for vacation from her hometown. They were only passing through the next night and then they were off to try to get to Hollywood and Disneyland for the rest of their trip. She was sure she was a fleeting thought in their minds. They hadnât contacted her since graduation and she mostly forgot about them until they got her phone number from her family.
âYou alright?â Dwayne said.Â
His voice was low, and had the depth of dark chocolate and the warmth of his leather jacket on a cold night like tonight. His knuckle brushed over her plush cheek, a forest fire against her cheek despite his deathly cold. Davidâs fingers dug into her side and the leader looked at Dwayne, mildly annoyed he noticed her thoughts before he did.Â
âWhatâs wrong, princess?âÂ
She took a deep breath. Now or never.Â
âMy friends from high school called me last night. I guess they are flying into Santa Carla because the tickets were cheap,â she said.Â
(Y/n) leaned into David a bit more, as if seeking physical support from him. He was the leader and protector, she thrived off of that. She liked feeling his protection and listening to his opinions.Â
âThey want to hang out. Go to some beach. Something less popular thanââÂ
She motions around them at the crowds and lights.Â
âThey only have a day to stretch their legs and they want to hit up the beach before they go to Disney,âÂ
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Love me, love me not... đŠForgiveness EndingđŠ
You rushed to Micheal's house, you couldn't let this happen.
They needed you.
They loved you... And you loved them.
You rushed into the house the door had been busted open and you rushed to the sound of yelling,
"You killed Marko!"
Up the stairs, you ran into a room connected to a bathroom.
"Garlic don't work boys!"
"Try holy water!"
Sound of commotion before the sounds of footsteps running away as a bark was all that was heard, you rushed in pushing Paul to the side as the dog pushed you in the tube of garlic and holy water some splashing up on Paul's pants but he didn't even care "BABE!" he said in a relieved voice.
You rushed downstairs again, dripping holy water everywhere and almost slipping multiple times, you were still lightheaded from earlier...
Seeing Sam pointing an arrow at Dwayne as he smirked,
"You missed Sucka."
Before Sam could try to fire again you shoved him, the Arrow flying past Dwayne causing a big spark and explosion behind him, and everyone looked to you.
"Please! Stop fighting... Please..."
This caused two boys you never met before to rant about another bloodsucker before David explained you weren't one of them...
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That night was years ago now, the boys explained how Max was the head Vampire, and his plan for Lucy and her family, the boys explained their wrongs and feelings, and they all cried when they found Marko alive and recovering as you had given him your blood to heal him.
You were now sitting on the back of David's bike, the Emersons long gone with time, and Santa Carla changing.
The sound of loud Surfers catching you and your lovers attention...
"Ready for dinner babe?" Paul asked and your eyes flashed yellow.
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Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader whoâs owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.
(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)
If You Give A Vampire A CookieâŠ
AHHHHH Michael my loveđ„ș yes of course I can write this for youđđ hope you like it!
Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader
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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, âI told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,â Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.
âIf he doesnât behave heâll find himself on a different kind of leash.â Dwayne warned.
âOoh Paul, hear that? youâre in trouble,â Marko singsonged.
âYeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!â Paul yelled back as he ran.
Dwayne groaned.
David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michaelâs neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.
âStay close pet, donât want you running off like those two,â David cooed at Michael.
Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of Davidâs grip, âIâm not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,â he paused, âand Iâm not your pet either.â
David chuckled to himself, âwhatever you wanna tell yourself love,â he said as he slid his arm around Michaelâs waist, pulling him against his side.
He leaned in to whisper in Michaelâs ear, âbut I know you donât mind what I call you when weâre at home. Maybe youâre just a house pet huh baby?â
Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink
âStop it,â he whispered back nervously.
David pouted in reply, âthought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.â
Michaelâs blush deepened, âcanât you keep it in your pants till we get home?â
David smirked, âwhat can I say, youâre irresistible.â
Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.
âHEY GUYS,â Paulâs booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.
âThis better be good,â David grumbled.
Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.
Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop theyâd never seen before.
As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. Heâd swear he could already taste them.
He turned back to his boyfriends, âplease, please, please can we go in and get something? Iâve been so good lately!â he begged.
Dwayne scoffed, âno you havenât.â
Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, âplease please please please,â Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.
Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. âDavid, what do you think? We got time before morning?â
David checked his watch, his arm still around Michaelâs waist, âyeah we got time.â
âYes!â Paul whisper-cheered to himself.
âNot so fast blondie,â David raised an eyebrow, âyou got bakery money?â
Paulâs demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. âMichael?â he asked sweetly.
Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, âyes Paul?â
Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.
Michael laughed, âok fine,â he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.
Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.
âI love you Michael!â Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.
Michael smiled and blushed, âI love you too Paul.â
Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michaelâs five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.
Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. âCâmon, they need constant supervision,â he reminded David.
âBeen tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.â David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.
As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.
Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human heâd ever seen (besides Michael of course).
You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.
As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paulâs persistent flirting.
âAll these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,â Paul winked, leaning over the counter.
You blushed, âthatâs so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?â
âYeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, Iâm not real liquid right nowâŠâ he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, âyou take kisses?â
You smirked and laughed, âI take money.â
He mock-pouted, âthatâs ok sugar, I was gonna give âem to you for free anyway.â
Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. âSorry about him,â he said blushing.
Michael swiped the money from Paulâs back pocket and handed it to you, âfor the sugar cookies,â he said, flustered.
âIâll bring them right out,â you smiled.
Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.
âWhat the hell man?â Paul asked, âI was about to seal the deal!â
âPaul,â Dwayne interjected, âwhat did we say about kissing strangers?â
âItâs fun?â Paul guessed.
âDonât do it.â Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.
Paul pouted.
You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.
âYou all are the first customers Iâve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,â you blushed.
You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.
He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. âIâll never wash this cheek again,â he sighed.
You giggled, âI sure hope thatâs not true, youâd think youâd wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.â
It was taking all of Paulâs self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.
You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, âI love Sfogliatella! I havenât been able to find them anywhere,â he told you.
âMy grandmaâs recipe,â you smiled, âI love them too, I havenât really seen âem anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.â
Marko melted.
You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. âDark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,â you told him.
âFor a richer flavor?â he asked, eyebrow raised.
âExactly!â you beamed, âthought youâd like it.â
His lips turned up into a half-smile, âthank you, thatâs so thoughtful.â
You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.
He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, âthese are my favorite, howâd you know?â he furrowed his brow in confusion.
You shrugged, âcall it bakerâs intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.â
He blushed, âtalk about a sixth sense,â he mumbled, âyou really are the sweetest thing in here.â
Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had âstolen his line.â
David cleared his throat, ânothin for me love?â he raked his eyes over your form.
You laughed, âyou just didnât strike me as a sweets guy,â you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.
When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.
âClever little thing arenât you?â he flirted.
âI like to think so,â you winked.
Davidâs smile spread across his whole face, âwell if you arenât the cutest thingâŠâ he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.
Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.
He frowned, âgotta get goinâ sweet but weâll be back,â he promised, winking.
You bit your lip, âI hope so, Iâm here every night.â
You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.
You couldnât help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision youâd ever made.
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Or if youâre looking for a fic request instead, maybe one of the sinclairs or lost boys where they get hurt or something and the gn!reader is patching them up and the guy is just like đ„ș. If you wanna get more specific, the wounds could be from a visitor for the sinclairs or someone from an opposing vampire group for the lost boys.
I Got You Babe (Paul x Reader)
Paul gets injured when he messes with the Frogs
I chose to do Paul from the Lost Boys!! Idk if this fic counts as him being ooc, but I think it's short and sweet <33
Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13
Paul hissed as you wrapped the bandages around his hand, "Be careful..! That hurts..." "Well you wouldn't be hurting if you and Marko didn't try to scare that Frog kid." You scolded as you cut off a piece of medical tape, carefully finishing off the dressings. "You're lucky he only got your hand, moved any slower and he could've staked your chest." You got up from your seat and Paul pouted, using his good hand to grab yours before you could leave. "Are you mad at me?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice a lot softer.
Paul guided you to his lap, to which his chest pressed against your back as he carefully wrapped his arms around you. You sighed, "I'm not mad...just worried. Immortality isn't a comforting idea when you're messing with things you know could get you killed." You leaned your head back, your gaze fixated on Paul looking back at you. "I know..but thanks for sticking with me, babe." He moves his head to the crook of your neck, burying his nose into the empty space.
You feel your lover place a small kiss on your neck, causing you to crack a smile and suppress a giggle. "You take good care of me, y'know that?" You feel him smile against you and kiss you once more. "You're like my own doctor...though you should totally wear a cute little costume next time." He laughed while you groaned. "Never gonna happen."
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Down Will Come Baby
(Paul x Female!Reader)
TW: implied drug use (mentioned)
For the lovely anon who was my first request. I hope you like it and I thoroughly enjoyed the research for this đ gifs made by me.
Paul was usually the one out of the two of you who handled substances better, whether alcohol or weed, but that didn't mean he wasn't incapable of having a bad trip or getting too intoxicated.
It was never a shock to come home to find Paul spread out on your bed with a cheeky grin and a joint lazily held between his fingers.Â
No matter how often you told him to use the front door, he seemed to like sneaking through the window more. Something about it being mysterious and sexy.
Although the scene in front of you screaming anything but that, well, maybe mysterious but definitely not sexy.Â
Paul was lying on your bed with the remnants of a used joint on the floor beside your bed. His hands were curled around the bedpost as his body was tightly stuck in the fetal position.
Wafting the smell from the room, you frowned noticing his eyes were shut tight, and he was mouthing words to himself. He looked terrified. You had never seen him like this before.
"Babe?" You call out gently, hoping to get his attention enough not to spook him any more than he already seemed. His lips stop moving as his head turns slightly, indicating he'd heard you. "What's going on, Pauly."
The blond kept his eyes closed but managed to face your direction as he let out a whimper. "I'm in trouble," he whispered with a paranoid breath. "If I let go, I'll fly up to the moon."
Biting back a snort, you realized it was a bad batch of weed. Paul sometimes got pretty paranoid when he smoked too much or had a bad high.Â
Usually, he was able to sleep it off but seeing the tears rolling down his face, it was evident that this time wasn't like the rest.
"Shit," you hissed, taking off your jacket. You throw it into the corner of the room before climbing onto the bed near Paul, who immediately latched onto you like a terrified child.
"Please don't let me float away" your boyfriend was freaking out, not realizing he was firmly on the bed with no real way to fly off, nor would he logically be able to get out of the house because of the roof.
"Don't worry, baby, I won't let you go," you promised as you gently pried his hands from you, struggling when his two hands suddenly became like tentacles.Â
You pried one hand off only to get caught by the other. For being so high, he sure did move fast.
Kissing him on the forehead, you left him whimpering for a minute while you gathered all the pillows, sheets, and blanket you had. Pilling them together in your room, you quickly formed a fort.
Moving back towards the bed, you crouched and brushed Paul's hair away from his face. You know from experience that bad highs can be scary, and your boyfriend was actually a very sensitive person.
Blue eyes slowly appeared from behind their lids as the blond began to open his eyes, the fear he was feeling was still present, but they softened upon seeing you in front of him.
"Come on, my little rocker," You smiled, pulling Paul to the edge of the bed, hushing his cries before throwing his arms over you and practically dragging him to the entrance of the blanket fort.
Climbing into the fort, you tugged your boyfriend in after you and pulled the blanket down when you were both fully inside. The darkness pulled a whimper from Paul, who was once again holding on for dear life.
Situating yourselves comfortably, you moved Paul to lay his back against your chest as you fully held him on you. Leaning back on the pillows you had stacked, you grabbed your phone and played the only thing you could think of to calm him down.
Baby sensory videos.
Pushing the phone into his hands as fruit started to dance across the screen, you felt his body begin to relax. His hands clutched the phone closer to him as he seemed to come back down to earth.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you let yourself relax, too. You'd had many nights where it hadn't been this easy. Paul, too has been through it when you go off the deep end during a particularly scary high.
All you can hear is his little giggles as you gently rake your finger through his hair while holding onto him, so he doesn't 'float off.' A smile pulled at your lips as he began to hum the tune to the baby video.
Frowning, you suddenly realized the song playing was the tune of 'Rock-a-bye baby' you rolled your eyes at the irony of the song and Paul's needing to come down.
Pressing a kiss to his temple, you began to hum along with him as a broad smile grew on his face. It was nice seeing the happy, cheeky Paul again "and down will come Paulie-" you sang with a teasing whisper in his ear as he let out a small laugh.
There was nothing you wouldn't do for your wild boyfriend, even if that meant hiding out in a makeshift fort, so he doesn't fly away to the moon when hallucinating on a bad trip.
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