#(so true though 😍🫠🫠❤️)

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 6/? (read part 5 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. yet more angst, you guys asked for more suffering and i’m here to (hopefully) deliver 🫡, y/n is lowkey a bad bitch in this one, i would say you might start feeling sorry for charles but y’all are evil so i really don’t know 😭

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. OK I LIED it’s not the last part… originally it was supposed to be but you all asked for more charles suffering and i didn’t feel like there was quite enough in the first draft so… here we are !! 😃 just a side note tho, this IS going to have a happy ending for y/n and charles (bc i’m weak like that) so if that’s not what you guys wanted i’m sorry i tried i just can’t do it 😭

four weeks later…

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charles_leclerc 26 with ma famille 🤍

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arthur_leclerc tu es vieux 😨 / you’re old

lorenzotl Joyeux anniversaire petit frère ❤️

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leclerc_pascale 😍❤️

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pierregasly joyeux anniversaire calamar ❤️

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carlossainz55 feliz cumple cabrón 😘

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scuderiaferrari Happy birthday, il Predestinato! ❤️

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joris_trouche joyeux anniversaire 🫶

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username charles is so dry just liking all these comments and not replying 😭

username he’s probably depressed y/n’s not forgiven him yet

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username ARTHUR STOP EXPOSING HIM 😭🤚

username not even an y/n like? yikes 😬

username i genuinely think it’s over like, y/n’s not even here?? and she’s not with the leclercs either?? she ALWAYS spends his birthday with the leclercs 😭

username i really don’t want it to be true but i think you’re right 🥲

username the irony of charles abandoning y/n for a girl and then when he comes crawling back she just straight up ignores him 😭😭

username she’s truly an icon

username i wish i was as strong as y/n 😔

username i want to know what went down at the club tho?? what did he say to her to make her miss HIS BIRTHDAY??

username idk but whatever it is it must have been bad 😭

username whoever said ‘the eyes are the window to the soul’ was so real because look at charles’ eyes the man is CRUSHED 😫

username i want to be at this family gathering

username i can literally feel the tension through the screen lmaooo

username hahah i can just imagine what pascale has said to him 😭

username confirmation she likes y/n more than charles 😌

username as she should !!

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formula1updates Anyone else getting deja vu? 👀 Charles Leclerc crashes out of Q1 for the United States GP — he’ll start tomorrow’s race from P17 on the grid 😬

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username i don’t even know what to say anymore

username i want to keep defending him because i know this is all because of the y/n situation, but he really needs to learn to put his personal problems aside when it comes to racing 😭

username normally i’d tell you to shut up and let the drivers do their jobs but in this instance you’re totally right 🥲

username well his reaction says it all doesn’t it?

username can we please just forget this season ever happened 🫠

username it started so well though 😭 just these last few races have been an absolute shitshow :(

username he’s never going to learn is he

username this is genuinely getting embarrassing now. y/n’s moving on with her life, yet charles is so hung up on his mistakes that he’s always going to let them get in the way of racing 🙄

username if he wants to be world champion he really needs to start changing his mentality 😔

username did you guys see him in the post quali interviews? i think he was crying ☹️

username WHAT no i feel so bad 😨

username i want to say he deserves it but this feels kind of cruel now…

username he’s literally brought this upon himself. it’s just karma. if you can’t deal with it, go cry somewhere else 😒

username in that shitbox he’ll be lucky to even get in the points :(

username am i the only one that has a really bad feeling about tomorrow?

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y/nsart i can’t believe i’m saying this, but my exhibition ‘flow’ is now being shown in the fine art gallery of monaco! i want to take the time to thank every single one of you who has supported me over the years 🤍 i’ve been working to achieve this dream since i was a little girl, but it’s YOU guys that have helped make it happen !! 😘 thank you all once again from the bottom of my heart x

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leclerc_pascale Personne ne le mérite plus que toi, ma fille ❤️ / no one deserves this more, my girl

y/nsart je t’aime maman 🥹 merci d'avoir toujours été là pour moi / thank you for always being there for me

username omfg their relationship is so wholesome

username i love them 🥹

username the way she literally loves y/n more than charles lmaooo

arthur_leclerc THAT’S MY SISTER EVERYONE

arthur_leclerc SI FIÈRE DE TOI 🫶 / so proud of you

y/nsart arth stop you’re making me cry 😭

username LMAO WHAT HAPPENED TO ARTHUR SLANDERING Y/N EVERY CHANCE HE GOT

username the switch up is INSANE 😭

arthur_leclerc just showing some appreciation for my favourite sibling 😌

username PHAHAHAHHA IM DEAD

username he’s truly picked his side 😭

lorenzotl @arthur_leclerc excuse moi

y/nsart @/lorenzotl the truth hurts 😘

username crying they’re so iconic

yourfriend can’t believe i get to call this absolute GODDESS my best friend 🥹

y/nsart 🥹🥹 je t’aime tellement

username the most talented girl 💗

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username so proud of the growth you’ve shown in the past couple of months ❤️ you deserve all the happiness and success in the world, my love !!

y/nsart thank you so much i love you 🥹🥹

username this girl really has no haters huh

username why should she? y/n has already proven she’s one of the nicest, most talented people on the damn earth, EVERYONE should be a fan

username say it louder for the people in the back !!📢📢📢

username when i say i would sacrifice my SOUL for y/n’s happiness i’m not joking this woman is the love of my LIFE

y/nsart aww i love you 🥹🥹 but please don’t actually do that 😭

charles_leclerc proud of you, amour

username ugh not this bitch again 🙄

username excuse me AMOUR?? charles PLEASE you’re embarrassing yourself 🥴

username charles bffr y/n doesn’t want you here 😭

username he’s not giving up is he?

username this is just getting embarrassing now

username charles is taking grovelling to a whole new level 😂

yourunifriend si belle ❤️ / so beautiful

y/nsart ☺️☺️

username HELLO??

username EXCUSE ME SIR WHO ARE U?? AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING MY WIFE BEAUTIFUL??

username wait wait guys is this the dude that was on her story? 🤔

username omg it might be

username i can HEAR charles sobbing rn 😭😭

username there is SO MUCH going on in this comments section like 😭😭 charles is back AGAIN basically grovelling at y/n’s feet??? y/n’s (potential?) bf has appeared out of the blue??? plus that adorable arthur x y/n sibling moment??? i am LIVING FOR IT

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charles_leclerc COTA23, streaming now on all platforms 🖤

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username BABE WAKE UP NEW CHARLES SONG JUST DROPPED

username oh shit he’s depressed

username we all know y/n did the post friendship break up depression better but slay ig

username y/n liked… 🫢

username make up coming soon? 🤷‍♀️

username girl bffr

joris_trouche on repeat 🔁🖤

username we love supportive bf joris 🥹🫶

username joris >> any other wag

arthur_leclerc i wonder who the muse is 🤔

username ARTHUR STOP 😭😭😭

username pls he’s so unserious 😭

username charles will never get any peace as long as arthur’s around to remind him who’s fault all of this is 😔

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username ENOUGH BOTH OF THEM???

username i can’t figure out if this is another round of grovelling or accepting defeat

username hope it’s the first 🤞🤞🤞 i need my otp together

username nooo charles doesn’t deserve y/n

username i mean charles’ songs have always been a little bit depressing but this is taking it to another level 😭😭

username he’s in his obligatory heartbreak era and i hope it never ends 😈😈😈

username stoppp the funniest thing is the majority of people saying shit like this ^ are actually charles fans im dead 😭

username we wouldn’t be true fans if we didn’t wish him a little suffering when he fucks up 🫶🫶

username i don’t think that’s how being a fan works but you do you i guess 😭

leclerc_pascale 🖤 Vous savez ce qu'il vous reste à faire, Cha / you know what you need to do, cha

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username uhm excuse me?? 🤨🤨🤨

username mama leclerc coming in with the cryptic comment…i’m sensing drama…

username @/leclerc_pascale WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? 😫😫😫

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I'm so happy your requests are open again! Can I request something about Willy reacting to you wearing his necklace with some nice lingerie? Probably sounds boring but those necklaces he wears though got me thinking

No no no! Not boring at all bb - in fact, this is hot 🫠😍 God, I’d love to see his reaction 😉

I apologise, this is a bit short ❤️

Warnings; mild-smut (18+); mentions of sexual behaviour;

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I want to wear his initial, on a chain 'round my neck | William Nylander

Music was playing softly through the air of the condo, while you took your time in the shower. You’d poured a glass of your favourite drink, put out your sexiest set of lingerie, and cooked yourself a delicious meal as tonight was your alone night at home.

William spent the entire day training and given you had a day off from work, it prompted you to indulge in a much-needed spa day for yourself.

You pampered yourself by doing your nails, shaved, shampooed and conditioning, applying your favourite hair mask, and then moisturising your skin to feel fabulous and confident.

It was an uncommon type of evening for you since you and William had moved in together. Despite his frequent road trips, you rarely found time for yourself.

Usually, your days were filled with work, William's hockey training, and/or games. And when he was away, you'd make plans with friends or work overtime to accrue enough hours for travel, leaving little time for yourself.

But tonight was different, and you’d dedicated every single minute to yourself.

Singing softly along to the music resonating through the condo, you swayed and danced lightly while enjoying your drink. Then, slipping into the delicate lace barely covering your breasts and core, you couldn't help but smile and admire yourself.

Normally, you didn't hold much confidence in your body. However, being with William for just over a year, his constant affirmations about your beauty and sexiness had significantly boosted your self-assurance.

You recognised your curves yet maintained fitness, even though your boyfriend often interacted with tall, slim, naturally tanned girls possessing undeniably beautiful faces. Nevertheless, William consistently returned home to you and lavished praise on your physique.

Perhaps it was your shared love for food that had him all intrigued. He didn’t really like it when girls held back in eating because it wasn’t very “lady like.” So when he first saw how much you loved diving in to any meal presenting itself, he immediately fell in love. Just the mere fact that you were always curious about food and different cultural cuisines had him fall deeper in love with you. Especially the first time he took you home to Sweden and introduced you to his family, where his grandmother had made a good old fashioned traditional Swedish home cooked roast, and you’d indulged with pure joy.

Likewise, you cherished William's love for food. As your grandmother always said, "the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach."

Though it might not always be universally true, in the case of William, it certainly was.

And as you strolled through the condo towards your bedroom, you found yourself sifting through your drawers, contemplating just how to greet your man upon his return from tonight's training.

Your fingers delicately explored the varied fabrics of his ties, sparking thoughts of possibly using one to tie around his hands before offering yourself to him on your knees. However, tonight was more about sensuality than playful fuckery. So next, your fingers trailed over the assortment of jewellery collected in a large drawer. And among them, one necklace stood out: a number 88 necklace purchased as a jest a few months ago in collaboration with some of the other girlfriends of the team.

The idea had been rather amusing, and William had gone completely feral over it. It had been a different kind of declaration of your love for him; showing the world that you were his, without saying that he owned you.

Then, another idea dawned on you. Alongside your collection of jewellery lay his, adorned with various rings, bracelets, and neck chains. And it struck you.

Slowly, you gently encircled your fingers around one of his favourite chains, a medium-sized one, not too bold, yet you knew it held special significance for him. It was the one he typically wore during road trips, as it reminded him of home.

And thus, you decided to drape it around your neck, feeling the cool metal against your sensitive skin. Chuckling to yourself, you glanced in the mirror, amused at the sight of yourself wearing hour boyfriend’s chain.

And lost in your own reflection, you didn't hear the front door unlocking.

“Babe,” William's voice echoed through the condo, snapping you out of your reverie.

Then with a slight smirk gracing your lips, you leisurely stepped out of the bedroom to welcome your man.

“Welcome home, love,” you uttered softly, casually leaning against the doorframe that bridged the hallway and living room, drawing William's attention.

“Shit, babe,” he gasped, struck by your relaxed demeanour, which tastefully showcased his favourite lingerie on your enticing figure. His eyes roamed over you appreciatively. “What a welcome…” he breathed out, slowly closing the distance and pulling you into a gentle kiss.

“Well, I know you’ve been putting in a lot of effort lately, so I thought I'd give you a delightful sight,” you playfully teased, meeting his gaze flirtatiously, fully aware of the effect you had on him.

His hands lightly rested on your hips as he pressed his body against yours, his head leaning in so that you shared the intimate space between your faces.

"Oh, this is more than just delightful, babe… you're incredibly hot, and you know it," William chuckled huskily, his eyes still devouring you, lightly licking his lips before focusing on the item adorning your neck. "Is this... mine?"

"Mmm," you playfully confirmed, biting your lower lip.

"Looks good on you," he almost whispered, taking a deep breath, his gaze remaining fixed, as his finger gently toyed with his own chain on you.

"Yeah, you think so?"

"Fuck yes…"

William found himself unable to contain his excitement. Although he hadn't previously considered how alluring his piece of jewellery would look on you, he had to admit it complemented the lingerie he adored so much.

And as his eyes lingered on you, his body pressing closer to yours, he felt the warmth of blood rushing to his member, an increasing urge for release slowly building up within him.

You could feel a tingling warmth spreading through your core as his broad chest pressed against your breasts, the bulge between his legs brushing against your thigh, and the grip of his hands gently tightening on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“Willy, darling,” you breathed out, maintaining eye contact through your lashes, your hands resting on his muscular chest. “Would you like to join me in the bedroom?”

Your voice carried a soft, seductive tone as you began to rub your thigh against his slowly growing length.

“Mmm,” William deeply groaned, the desire intensifying within him. “Nothing I want more.”

“Then come,” you playfully signalled with your index finger, grabbing his hand before turning around, and intentionally swaying your hips a little as you led him towards the bed, his eyes locked intensely on your movements.

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Oh my God! Where do I even begin?! 😖😵😍❤️🤭🫠

God, I'm late to the party, but school is really taking priority, not that I mind, means that I'm probably doing something right.

Anyway, HOLY SHIT! I love having interactions with Lyla, she's the sweetest thing, and honestly, that face can soften anyone (except asshole Verb 😒 more on him in a bit.

Lloyd just watching them, and interacting with Ari is definitely a highlight for me. Ari is a fucking delight! Knowing (not completely) what Lloyd is definitely denying... LLOYD'S ALREADY DOWN BAD AND HE'S AVOIDING IT LIKE THE PLAGUE 📣📣📣📣📣 Seriously though, Ari is the perfect right hand man, does he have a girl too? Because I'd be down, to read about that 😁

Now, onto the "ingrown hair on Lloyd's perfectly round ass", (love that line, wish there was a reaction video 😆) The Verb...

*inhales*

HIS TRUE ASSHOLE COLORS ARE SHOWING!!!

Who the fuck has the right to psychoanalyse Dolly like that?! I'll tell you who... NO ONE! And especially not him, that piece of no good narcissistic asshat!

I'm with Lloyd on this one...

Speaking of Lloyd... Babe, you sure you can hold out? Because it seems to me you're barely holding on...

He really spanked her, I blame Ari for putting the idea in his mind, gave her a tool for aftercare, and then, very hotly might I add, REFUSED to apply it on Dolly... He's falling, faster. And I'm interested in seeing how that turns out... And while I'm at it, I can totally see how the "Panties off in the bedroom, Panties on anywhere else" rule can apply when he and Dolly finally get together.

DOLLY! You sweet, not-so-innocent girl... Stand up for yourself against your asshat boyfriend please... Especially, if you're going to defend him against, Lloyd, who's a better choice, by the way.

Okay, I think it's out of my system now...

One last thing, Jen...

"Fuck Lloyd Hansen"

Sounds dangerously close to actually wanting to fuck him instead of the sexually charged interactions we've been getting~ 🤭😏

Boy... That's a lot... Sorry, Jen.😅

Your writing is just that good 😆

With Your Touch, Part 3

Summary: you had rules.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, teasing, The Verb, grinding, spanking, tension, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.2K

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Lloyd didn’t lie. Being an early riser, you thought you would see him, but alas he had already left. You walk into Lyla’s bedroom, and see her still sleeping soundly. Her little lips pucker out looking all comfortable and cozy. Her fingers twitching makes you watch her a bit longer. Seeing her already relaxed in this very new environment. Unaware of whatever her mother did to get her here. It’s refreshing to think that she won’t ever remember the life before now.

How could a mother do that to her child? Well, a baby. And Lyla is the sweetest little thing. You had heard her cry a few times in the middle of the night. Even woke up. Listening as Lloyd walked to her room and soothed his daughter. The part that got you was after her cries had stopped he lingered in there a bit longer than you thought necessary. Thinking that maybe he had just been watching her.

It is foreign and yet still one of the sweetest things. You had heard about daddy’s girls, and father’s that adored their daughters. But in this world, you’ve never seen it. Why was he so different? And why did his behavior intrigue you so much? And the dumbass brought up your daddy issues. You did not have daddy issues. Your mother did a great job. And you had a stepfather. He wasn’t terrible. But he did treat you differently than your brother.

You didn’t have daddy issues. That much you know is true. You just had a soft spot for…something. You aren’t even sure what you’re feeling. What you’ve been feeling since being in his apartment, but you are going to blame it on Lloyd. It truly was him. What the fuck even was that last night?

Softly closing her door you venture into the kitchen for some coffee. You need it this morning. What even was that? Why did you — feel? That was the weirdest experience. Something that should have made you uncomfortable, or at the least pissed you off, but it did not. In fact you went to bed confused, and uncomfortably turned on. That shouldn’t have happened, and it did. And you’re left with lingering questions that you have no brain capacity to answer currently.

You couldn’t believe that you allowed this man to command you. Not just you physically but also mentally. Because yes, you had stayed up way too late running the events through your head. He made you ramen noodles. You had pasta with him twice. In one day. And now you’re being such a girl and overthinking everything.

But how could you not? He called out your lack of panties. Was he offering sex when he said if you wanted more than a dildo? That is what it seemed. Thoughts run rampant in your mind as you take a sip of the bitter brew. Moaning at how just the smell alone was waking you up. Sleep evaded you because of these fucking thoughts. And he had to know what he was doing. He mentioned spanking you!

Was he on a power trip? Or maybe it was more than that. And you sound crazy again. You were here to do a job, and that’s what you need to do. Hearing Lyla squeak out some cries, you pour the rest of your coffee down the drain, and walk towards her room. Giving her a big smile when you walk in, and she answers by pouting that lip out and whimpering.

“Oh my goodness. Did Miss Lyla Bee not sleep well, princess? Come here,” leaning over the crib, you pick her up. Holding her close to your chest, you bounce the baby around until her little cries stop. “Are you ready to get you changed and ready for the day? We have such a big day, you and me. We’re going to have some belly time, and we’ll go on a long walk in the park. And you’re probably going to sleep and drink your milk all day.”

She gurgles up at you, and even though she can’t talk, you just know you’re going to enjoy being here with her. There is a thing or two you could learn about yourself by keeping Lyla.

“Peekaboo!” Leaning over Lyla, you pull your hands away from your face waiting for her squealing laugh as the cutest toothless grin smiles up at you. Using your hands to tickle her sides before you hide your face again.

”Peekaboo!” She giggles so loud, kicking her feet around. Eyes shining up at you. She is adorable. All dressed up in her luxurious baby outfit that is full of pink. She may look sweet and adorable, but this is already her second outfit for the day, and she couldn’t even crawl. “You are a messy little thing, you know that?”

She laughs again. Clenching her fists together. “But you are cute!” More laughter rings out from this tiny little thing on the floor. Using her body to roll over onto her belly, and she lifts up her head to look at you, “I am new to this, and I don’t know if this is normal, but I want to celebrate you rolling over! Oh my gosh, that is so cute. Do it again,” you flip her body over, and she quickly rolls back onto her belly.

Lifting up to look at you with a gummy smile. “Why are you so cute?” You squeal, laying on your belly to look at her. “I think you are the most adorable and smart baby in the world, did you know that?” Her mouth opens and closes a bit. Giving you a look of pure adoration, and you soak it all up.

“You don’t do much, but what you do do is incredible. And,” you give her a quick boop to her nose, and she lets out what you could only assume is a giggle, “Yes, you are so cute, and you have your daddy wrapped around your little finger. Yes you do. Do you know if your daddy is dating anyone? He’s a bit…he’s different, ya know?”

“Lloyd!” Ari shouts behind his colleague, and the man turns to glare at him. “What are you doing looking at your phone?” The wider man grabs the device out of his hand, and starts laughing as he looks at Lloyd, “Oh, I see.”

“You see my daughter. Now give me the fucking phone back.”

“No, I see creepy Lloyd watching his daughter’s au pair. Laying on the floor with her ass perfectly placed. Imagine she was naked looking back at you with those innocent eyes. Lifting up that perfect ass for you to rail into her,” Lloyd rolls his eyes. Locking his phone as he settles down in the chair in front of Ari, glaring at him.

“You haven’t thought about fucking that?”

“‘That’ like she’s a possession.”

“Oh, come now, has Lloyd Hansen grown a conscience? You’ve got to be kidding me. You got you a baby girl, and now you want to value women? She’s living in your fucking apartment, and you haven’t even tried?” Ari didn’t need to know exactly what happened. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Didn’t say that,” Lloyd begins, but shakes his head no. “It’s fucking complicated, you know? She’s Roman’s spawn. And she has a job to do, and none of that requires bobbing her mouth on my cock. She is there to watch Lyla Beatrice when I can’t,” Ari smirks, nodding his head, and not believing anything that Lloyd says.

“She’s not a whore wanting to be used.”

“How do you know that?” Lloyd didn’t know that. In fact what he did know was you were obedient, and reacted to him. He could feel the heat wafting off you. Could smell your scent change when he set you on fire. The Verb could not possibly give you all that you deserved in any way shape or form. There is no way that he could treat you like both the princess and slut that you craved.

“She’s got a,” Lloyd wants to retch for even saying the words in the same sentence. “A boyfriend,” Ari lets out a long chuckle, framing his beard with his fingers as he watches the usually in control Lloyd. “And he’s a damn problem.”

“Why is that, sunshine?”

“Because he wants to assert dominance over me. In my fucking house! They’re mine.”

“Who is yours Lloyd?” Ari’s mouth turns up into a devilish smile, and Lloyd pounds his fist on the desk. Ari truly didn’t understand the predicament Lloyd had placed himself in, “Easy there. You wouldn’t want to show your dominance by your temper tantrums.”

“Lyla and her au pair are mine,” he speaks through his teeth. Contemplating on the ways he could get rid of The Verb. It wouldn’t be long. He couldn’t handle staying away from you. He couldn’t possibly know what it takes to be a man that has to be away. He’s young and needy. Stupid and impulsive. It was a matter of time before he messed up.

“So you just want to own her?”

“I pay for her,” Ari purses his lips as he squints at Lloyd, “And I sound like an ass. No, I don’t want to own her.”

“You want to devour her.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd is never the one to concede an argument, so Ari lets it go. Realizing there is much more to whatever is bothering Lloyd, and his lingering obsession with watching you.

Just as he starts to speak up, he gets an alert on his phone, and he grabs it up immediately. Having nothing to do with his job, but there he is. The Verb. The ingrown hair on his perfectly round ass. Standing at the door of his apartment while you hold a slowly drifting asleep Lyla. You stare up at him with a bit of fear in your eyes.

“I will enjoy slowly murdering that boy.”

“You could just show him who is boss,” Lloyd places a finger over his mouth as he turns up the volume. He needs to see your reaction to The Verb being there.

You gulp as you stare at Chase. Giving Lyla a quick glance as you rub a finger over her soft cheek. You need to remember you have a child in your hands, and unfortunately she is about to be used as a barrier.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you don’t even fully open the door. Lloyd was very clear on his rules, no Chase in his home. “I’m working,” you add in, looking back down at Lyla who had fully drifted to sleep. What could you do to wake her up? Keep her interfering in this conversation that wasn’t going to end well for someone.

“Is the weirdo here?”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Fine, is the neurotic nut job that was staring at you like a personalized sex doll here?” Chase had no idea what had transpired between you and Lloyd last night, but you couldn’t forget, and feel a bit annoyed that Chase would use such words against your employee.

“Well, no, he’s not, but,” Chase pushes past you into the front door, and you check the baby to make sure she is still sleeping. “Chase, you can’t be here. There are rules, and…”

“You always follow the rules precisely as they're given,” he falls back onto the lush couch, pulling up the remote. He even turns on the TV. This isn’t going to be good. You just knew Lloyd had cameras all throughout Lyla’s room, probably everywhere you would be with her. Most definitely had a camera on the front door.

“You are always the type to shut up and listen when it comes to a man in authority. Do you know why?”

“No, but you’re going to tell me,” Chase always fancied himself the smartest person in the room. He graduated a few years ahead of you as a psychiatrist. He always assumed that you wanted him to diagnose you. You didn’t. You wanted to have fun, and let off some steam. You didn’t care about his psychoanalysis bullshit. You were doing just fine.

“Because your father left you. Your mother never took up for you concerning your step father, and now you want to be perfect. Hoping that one of the three will not only notice, but will praise you for your good work. It’s why you took this job. You’re in no way equipped to raise a child, but daddy asked you to. So you obliged, and here you are. Of course he stuck you with some weirdo that was looking you up and down, and all I see is my girlfriend being in a place where she is going to let a man she doesn’t know dictate what she needs to do because he’s become your replacement for your father who never loved you apart from being an accessory. And a step father who loved his son, and tolerated you, and a mother who looked at you like a burden because she couldn’t have her perfect life with her new husband.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? All of that was not necessary. I didn’t even ask for it. You just opened your arrogant mouth and told me, and it's not true,” he throws both arms over the couch, giving you a cocky little grin and it infuriates you. “It’s not. And I told you months ago I didn’t want to be analyzed.”

“Because you know I’m right. Poor little rich girl. You’re no different than the rest of us. Our parents fucked us up in the head, and now we’re doing what we must to survive. Except you have become a glorified babysitter, and if that jerk has it his way, a blow up doll for his enjoyment,” how could he even say something like that? Like you didn’t even have agency on what you wanted.

“The man pays well, but you’re still under the thumb of a man in power.”

“Is this what this is? You don’t get to power me, so you’re trying to wear me down in hopes that you can?”

His bright blue eyes stare too long at you, while you look at Lyla. Despite the conversation at hand, she remained sleeping peacefully. “Put the baby up, and quit using her as a shield. You know that I’m right, and you’re now refusing to make out with your boyfriend because of the man in charge told you I shouldn’t be here, huh? It’s not your rules, but his. And you’re going to make sure you follow every single one of them. Now, put the baby in her room, and talk to me like an adult. Or are you too scared?”

“She wasn’t held enough when she was with her mom, and she sleeps better when she’s being held.”

“Excuses. Excuses, Dolly,” he almost sneers at you when you pop your sight in his direction. “Go on, go put the baby up. I love when we get into our little debates, and I don’t want to wake the sleeping cherub. Go on,” you didn’t want to have the conversation, or wake her up. And with the way Chase is right now, you’re going to have to do one of them.

You spin on your heels, and walk towards her bedroom. Giving her forehead a kiss before walking back into the living room, and Chase rubs his thighs. Rebelling just enough you sit on the couch beside him, but pull the remote out of his hand, turning off the television. “I told you that you shouldn’t be here.”

“We’re debating.”

“No, you are. And Lloyd doesn’t want strange men in his house. And…”

”I’m your boyfriend. I think it’ll be okay. It’s not like I’m some stranger. We’ve had fun this past year. And,” he pulls your legs over on top of his, running a smooth hand up your thigh before he lifts himself up. Pushing you to lay flat on your back while he hovers over you. “What are you scared about?”

“Losing a job.”

He presses his mouth against your neck as you start to melt a bit. Feeling the heat from his body, coupled with the intense tension you still felt from last night you weaken, “Daddy dearest won’t let that happen,” he whispers against your neck, and you throw all caution into the wind. Lloyd is at work. You aren’t doing anything in front of his daughter. He couldn’t keep you from Chase.

Chase’s thigh goes between your own, and he chuckles when you start to grind on him, “You’re always so needy, sweetheart,” you want to cuss him, and tell him to just get a quickie in. Anytime he talks the paranoia slightly kicks back in. Paranoia, frustration, and being horny isn’t the best combination.

“Shh,” you moan, pulling his mouth towards yours while your fingers fiddle around with his stupid pants. Who needs pants anyways? Stopping a bit to rub over his growing bulge while you mewl his name. “Chase, I…”

He has your panties and leggings halfway pulled down your legs. His hand running through your slick when the front door to the apartment slings open, “I thought I gave you very explicit instructions. The Verb goes immediately!”

“Lloyd,” pushing Chase off your body, you sit up, and stare down at your bare legs. Biting at your lip, and looking between the men. “He was — he was just visiting, and…”

“I said no!” He leans towards Chase getting his face inches away from your boyfriend’s, and his whispered threat is more menacing than any of his yelling, “I said go immediately,” Chase looks at you, saying your name, but you shake your head, “Now!”

He screams so loud you can hear Lyla’s pitiful whimpers from her room. It takes Chase a beat too long to stand up. He buttons up his pants, and gives you a regretful look, but you stare down at your legs like a scolded child. Still afraid to move even though you're exposed when Chase walks out the door, leaving you alone with your neurotic boss.

“I thought I told you…”

“I’m sorry,” your voice is meek and hardly audible, and your eyes never meet his. “He barged in on me. I didn’t ask him to, and he was insistent, and — Lloyd, I’m sorry,” he takes a step back from you. Glancing down at your pants, and barely there underwear before he looks back into your eyes. “I didn’t…”

“I can make sure he never bothers you again.”

“I don’t want you to kill him!”

“And I thought I told you not to be out of your room with no panties on,” your body straightens up, and you glare up at him. Daring to make due on the promise he made you last night. “Stand up,” you shake your head no, and before you can count to three Lloyd is sitting on the couch, and pulling your body over his lap.

Your hands cover your backside, in hopes of not being so exposed, but he swats them away. Gritting through his teeth before he holds both your hands behind your back, and your ass as naked as the day you were born right there for him. “Please, Lloyd, don’t.”

“You knew the rules,” his voice growls as he slaps your left cheek hard. “Count,” you stay silent, and he smacks the other cheek, “I said count, goddammit.”

“Two!” You cry out only to hear him laugh. “Two!”

“You missed the first time, so we’re starting all over again. Let’s make this quick, Dolly, my daughter needs you,” smack! You blubber out one, and his hand smooths over the sphere of your ass with a smile, “Good girl. Now let’s get to five, and I’ll let you get Lyla Bee, so we can have a little talk. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whine, and he spanks you again, “Two.”

Slap. “Three,” this is humiliating, and the worst part is you didn’t hate it. He is giving you more attention than your father or stepfather ever did. Smack. “Four,” it stings, and burns, but when you look back at him, he has a proud smile on his face, and you arch your back to push your ass more into his view.

Spreading your legs a bit so he can also see between your thighs, and you get the hardest slap yet. His hand lingers on your ass, and those large fingers stroke the tender skin softly, “Five,” you weakly say, and he pulls you into a standing position right in front of him.

His face completely facing your exposed core, and he pulls up your panties first. Grinning up at you before the black leggings are pulled up your body, and he taps your hips a few times, “There, there, you did such a good job,” he isn’t even flinching, or looking up at you. He continues to stare at your covered pussy, taking slower, deeper breaths as he inhales your aroma.

“I believe Lyla is still crying. Why don’t you go fetch her,” his voice is so even and deep, showing no emotions as to what just transpired. How is he so calm? “Dolly, you have a job to do,” those eyes look up at you, and his pupils are so wide, very little of the blue is peeking through. Just deep pools of black. Giving him the appearance of being high from spanking you, “Dolly, I need you to get my daughter.”

Giving him a nod, you walk into Lyla’s room, and her sweet face is turned up, and she swishes around trying to find someone that is normally there to comfort her. Been with Lloyd for such a short time, and is already spoiled on touch, “Hey, miss Lyla Bee,” her lips tremble as she looks up at you, trying to calm herself.

It isn’t until you pick her up, and hold her close to your chest that she starts snuggling into you. Calming down even more, “Oh, honey, I’ve got you. I’m right here,” Lloyd listens to your sweet words to Lyla as he cracks his neck. You were going to be the death of him. Twice he took things too far.

But he did warn you what would happen if you didn’t have panties on. And dammit you were right there looking so pretty and…he shouldn't have looked, but he did. Delectable is the perfect word to describe that moment. And you weren’t all innocent in it. You enjoyed it. He could tell from the heat pulsating off your core, and the wet spot that lingers on his leg. You wanted him to see your cunt, so he did look. Trouble. You were the devil for him.

“There’s your daddy,” you coo, bringing Lyla into the living room with you, and she gives Lloyd a sweet smile. “Tell him that you were asleep the whole time.”

“Dolly, do you know why I don’t want that boy here?”

“Because your jealous? Oh — um,” you press your hand over your mouth, wondering if putting your foot in your mouth was an option. “I mean…what I meant to say is…”

“I don’t get jealous. I can have whatever the fuck I want. And what I want is for my daughter to be safe. You may not know it because I’m keeping you and her away from my business, but I am a feared and known man. I have many enemies, and people willing to pay millions of dollars to see me crumble. They want my weaknesses. They want to see me tortured slowly. And do you know what my weakness is?” You shake your head no as you look at the coffee table. Unable to stare at him, and you’re not even sure why.

It is hard to even look at the sweet girl’s face that you’re holding. You feel ashamed. You did have the one rule, and Chase was seeing to it that it was the one that was broken. “My weakness is that tiny little girl in your arms. And you by extension. I have to trust you.”

“I get that, I really do, but —“

“There’s no buts here. There are real people who will not hesitate to kill you or Lyla. Do you understand that?”

“I do. But Chase isn’t one of them, and you want me to break up with him, and —“

He is always interrupting you. He never lets you finish a thought before he tells you what is going to happen. “Keep the fucking asshole. I just don’t want him in my damn house. And just for the record,” Lloyd reaches over towards you to get the baby. Moving his gaze to her instead of you. Almost like it pained him to see you. “You deserve more than that boy can give you. He’s an asshole.”

“You don’t know him,” you only feel like defending him because hearing someone call Chase an asshole reflected on your choice for keeping him. It is silly, but it’s the truth. Chase had his flaws, but he wasn’t all bad.

“I heard what he said to you,” you look up at him, figuring he had cameras in the main rooms, and Lyla’s room. It shouldn’t surprise you, but realizing Lloyd heard Chase’s psychoanalysis was heard by Lloyd is infuriating. “Even if it's true, he shouldn’t have said that to you. You’re not his patient, so don’t let him treat you like one,” he slowly stands up. Leaning over to hand Lyla back to you. “I’m going back to work. Don’t make me regret not spanking you five more times. I mean what I say. Panties off in the bedroom. Panties on out here.”

Lloyd stomps back towards the door. Never giving you and Lyla another glance as he hurries out of the apartment. Sighing as he adjusts his jeans. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling he had dwelling between his legs. He wouldn’t allow that moment to be a weakness. You had no effect on him. None.

Lloyd’s dark gaze finds you as you walk out of your bedroom. Wincing on your way into the living room, but you walk past him and into the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say to Lloyd. You had betrayed his trust. He saw you a bit more intimately than he needed to. There’s a lingering embarrassment in the pit of your stomach, and your damn ass hurts.

Grabbing out the things to make a quick snack, you turn around, and there he is. Still glowering at you. His brow is still low on his forehead as he watches you get out different noodles than the first night. Clearly, you and Lloyd had a noodle thing. “Would you like some butter noodles, too?”

“If you’re offering,” he responds solemnly, and you answer with a curt nod. He won’t apologize to you, of that you’re sure of. You just would have to put your foot down a bit more concerning Chase.

“Where do you all have cameras?”

“Anywhere that Lyla will be,” there’s no emotion in his voice, it's just the factual evidence. You aren’t sure where to take the conversation from there. Standing in silence is crippling. It’s like the air in the kitchen is so thick you can’t even breathe. “How is your, um, your ass?”

You snort as you glance back at him. He isn’t as quick with averting his gaze from the subject at hand. “It’s sore,” well, what else are you supposed to say? It feels amazing, thank you for showing me who is boss. I promise to never disobey you ever again.

“Do you understand why I did it?”

The spoon falls onto the counter loudly and you saunter over to the kitchen island where he resides, and lean over it, demanding he looks at you. He does, but his chin is still jutted up. He’s still in control, “Please, don’t try to parent me. I’m a grown woman.”

“People who say that are often trying to convince themselves of that. I’m not parenting though. I have my rules, and I expect you to follow them. That’s strike one. The only reason you’re still even here is because of Roman,” you begin to speak, but he smirks, shaking his head, and you immediately stop talking.

“You do know how to listen, even if it’s not words, I’m impressed. You are Roman’s daughter, and he has been loyal to me. I really don’t give a fuck about him not being present in your life,” his mouth twitches, and you slowly retreat from him. He stops you by wrapping a hand behind your neck, holding you in place. “He knows who I am, and trusted me with his precious daughter.”

“He was just a sperm donor.”

“And for some unknown reason, I like you,” your eyes brighten, and a slight smile pulls up your mouth, “Don’t get to excited, Dolly,” he slides over a tube of cream, and you glance down at it confused, “It’ll help your ass,” is he giving you some form of relief? He sees you uncomfortable and is offering aftercare. Not at all what you had assumed of Lloyd Hansen.

“I should finish the noodles,” you finally pull away from him leaving the cream untouched on the island as you separate the noodles into the bowl. You slide over his bowl, but remain standing as you take a bite.

“Are you struggling to sit down?”

“I think that’s quite obvious, Lloyd.”

“The cream would help.”

“Then why don’t you put it on me since it was you that caused it?”

Lloyd takes a slow bite of his buttery noodles, and then another. Keeping those cool blue eyes on you the entire time he finishes his bowl before letting his fork drop into the bowl with a clink. He stands up, walking around you as he cleans up the mess you made before his body towers behind you.

Leaning his head around you until his mouth is right at the shell of your ear, “Put it on yourself,” he starts to walk back to his bedroom before stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, “Make sure you clean up your mess,” even though you can’t see his face, he smiles. He still had control. And if you want him to put anything on you, you need to learn how to ask with manners. He wouldn’t be commanded. He was the one in control. Despite the strain in his pants. Fucking nymph.

You exhale, not even realizing you had been holding your breath. Sweat beads around your hairline, and you struggle to control your breathing. What is he doing to you to make you feel so…weak? Did you actually want him to see your ass again?

“Ugh,” you groan as you put away your dishes, and grab up the cream. Stopping outside of Lloyd’s bedroom when you hear the shower on, and an angry groan. Moan? You aren’t sure. He sounds like he’s not happy with his shower.

If he wanted to ice you out while also exposing you, you could do the same. You let a phone call from Chase go to voicemail. You weren’t in the mood for his games, or even whatever brand of medicine he had to offer. You are sore, and still left —

Wanting.

Needing.

Fuck Lloyd Hansen.

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࿔*:･ﾟJust Co-Stars: Ever Since New York (1) | H.S

↝ pairing: Harry Styles x actress!reader

↝ summary: Part 3 of the Co-Stars series :)

↝ warnings: more like a fill in chapter but I like it soooo :)

↝ a/n: IM SEEING HARRY THIS WEEK WTF

↝ previous parts: 1 | 2

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yourInstagram i was on my way to buy some flowers for you💐

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ynscamera omg????

ynscamera the grapejuice quote?

ynscamera the vinyl? the magazine??

ynscamera I’m dead

harryfan1 the harrification of Y/n L/n

harryflorals Harry’s House is for Y/n.

ynfan1 and only her😤

harryfan2 THE VINYL, THE MAGAZINE, AND THE CD COPY—Y/N IS A HARRIE

yourinstagram hahaaaaa I’ve been caught! Had to expose myself after we finished filming bc I refuse to inflate his ego🙄

harryfan2 OMG HI

ynfan2 Y/n consistently humbling Harry is hilarious to me

harrystyles Send my regards to Garfield x

ynfan3 STOP IT

ynfan4 HE MET GARFIELD?????

harryfan3 OMG HE’S ACTIVE

harrystyles and I do not have an inflated ego x

yourinstagram “And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch”🧍‍♀️

harryfan4 HE COMMENTED TWICE WHAT THE FUCK

harryfan5 Y/N—😭😭😭

ynfan5 the passive aggressive tension between these two is thiccccc

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harryflorals HARRY OUT IN NEW YORK TODAY

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harryfan6 OUT OF NEW YORRRRRRKKKKKK

harryfan7 IM ON THE COMEDOWN SPEED

harryfan8 the backwards hat is giving frat!harry🫠

ynscamera HARRY TAKING OVER NEW YORK❤️

harryfan9 WHAT IS HIS WALLPAPER

ynfan6 ain’t no way this man is wearing a SWEATSHIRT in the NY heat😭😭😭

ynfan7 he’s wearing it in a “cool” way he never gets hot

harryfan10 ^took me a min to get💀

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City I. August, 2022.

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harris_reed The true Can-Can dancer🕺

alessandro_michele 🤍🍓🤍

thegarden WHAT A NIGHT ❤️ LET’S DO IT AGAIN 14 MORE TIMES

harryfan11 YES

harryfan12 HIRE ME PLEASE

ynfan8 SLAYYYY ILY

harryfan13 DO YALL NEED A JANITOR

yourinstagram you’re gonna split your pants in half one day❤️

ynfan9 I MEAN SHES NOT WRONG

ynfan10 is this how you act when you have a crush on someone @yourinstagram? 👀

harryfan14 I’m cackling

harryfan15 MISS MAAM ARE YOU GOING TO SEE HIM AT MSG?????????

harryfan16 omg you really are a harrie🥹

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ynscamera Y/N IN NEW YORK TODAY

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ynfan11 WAIT WHAT???

ynfan12 IS SHE SEEING HARRY OR IS THIS FOR WORK???

ynfan13 Harry’s rubbing off her👀

harryfan17 adidas gang😌

ynfan14 I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN THE UK

ynscamera WELL APPARENTLY SHE’S NOT

harryfan18 SO NOT ONLY DO I HAVE TO BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR HARRY IN NY BUT Y/N TOO???

harryfan19 I WANT A Y/NRRY REUNION😤

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ynscamera Thank you @/nytimes for having me! Especially for listening to me get sidetracked during every question. ‘Twas an honor🤎📰

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emmawatson Absolutely loved this interview, I adore you even more♥️

yourinstagram I LOVE YOU♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

brielarson Woman crush every single day😍

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ynfan15 you see Brie gets it🙌

ynfan16 Harry Styles would agree too, y’all didn’t hear it from me tho🤭

chrisevans 💙💙💙

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ynfan17 UMMM HELLO??

ynfan18 👀👀👀

harrystyles beautiful interview♥️

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ynfan19 you and y/n are beautiful 🫶

harryfan20 “he’s ethereal. He has this aura that just attracts people and makes them feel so loved, it’s impossible to not love him.” IM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING

harryfan21 you’re so active it’s weird

imsebastianstan the side tracking was the cherry on top

ynfan20 SEBBY

ynfan21 I love how she mentioned Fresh in the interview😫 gonna binge watch all her and Seb’s interviews together

ynfan22 Y/n don’t act like we don’t see all these men in your comments👀 How’re your DMs looking like🤔

ynfan23 NO SERIOUSLY THOUGH

harryfan22 I only ship her with Harry tbh

harryfan23 @/harryfan22 they’re just friends😕

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ynscamera Y/N POSTED THIS THEN DELETED IT???

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ynfan24 SHE’S AT MSG OH MY GOF

ynfan25 WHY DID SHE DELETE IT

ynscamera probably didn’t want to be spotted! She hasn’t posted anything about the concert after

harryfan24 IM AT MSG RN BUT IM AT PIT SO I CANT SEE HER

harryfan25 I THINK SHES AT THE 300S OR SOMETHING SHE’S PRETTY FAR

harryfan26 ITS ZOOMED IN SHE COULD BE WAY TOWARDS THE TOP IN THE PRIVATE BOXES

ynfan26 holy crap y’all are quick

ynfan27 can you guys try not to spot her, I’m sure she doesn’t want to be noticed and wants to enjoy the concert

ynfan28 I WANT A Y/NRRY PICTURE BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS IS GONNA BE ANOTHER NARRY SITUATION

harryfan27 NO SERIOUSLY IT IS

harryflorals please respect Y/n’s privacy! She’s clearly trying to stay lowkey, she deleted the story for a reason.

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Thank you so much, friend! And wow, wow -- what a treat it is to hear your thoughts on my work again. 😍

But damn, Betsy is my worst nightmare 😂 I hate those old elevators! And then you go ahead and make my worst fears come true! Well, almost… at least the cable didn’t break in this one and she fell to her death, splattering on the ground. I guess not much daring would’ve happened after that one, huh? 😝

Lmfaoo same, because this legitimately happened to me (got stuck in an elevator for about an hour. I didn't have my cell, and no one could hear me because I was stuck somewhat between 2 floors. 2 ridiculously hot firemen pulled me out.)

And as her grandpa so "helpfully" pointed out, just like you, at least the cables didn't snap. 🫠

But then Lieutenant Dean Winchester to the rescue! Honestly, that charming man makes it worth being stuck in an old elevator. Elevator = nightmare. Dean Winchester in a uniform = daydream 💚 (Grade-A Hottie, indeed!) Also Dean and reader with their bingo card/fortune cookie comments killed me 😂

Ikr?? Just imagine the uniform lol. Jensen would absolutely kill a firefighter role. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 And LOL I'm so glad you appreciated that line. It made me smile while writing it. 😂

And then there’s Nick… Jesus Christ, is murder allowed in this fic? Can he fall down an elevator shaft?

First of all, love to see a fellow Friends fan. 😂 Second of all, you're really gonna wish Nick were dead in this story, even more so as we go on. (Dean would be the first one to drop him down into the dark abyss.) Believe me, there will be murder though. 🤣

And I don't blame you on that caramel frappe -- I'd gladly sacrifice my $6 Starbucks to coat that asshole's face in scalding coffee.

Speaking of killing off characters, don’t you dare kill off Grandpa George! That sweet old man stole my heart and needs to be protected at all costs 🥹😭❤️

Aww I'm so glad you love George already! I loosely based him off my own Cuban grandpa lol, who shares the same name (Jorge).

But omg I love the OG Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!! Wonderful book, classic movie. (Love Gene Wilder, RIP.)

And lastly, I was with the reader at the end there. Bringing some hot firefighter food for the purpose of saying “thank you” is surely awkward. Especially when about 99% of the women he saves do probably exactly that so they can see him again 😂 But baking cookies for the whole firehouse is an excellent idea! Besides, we already know Dean’s got his green eyes on her as well 😏

Yeah I would be too embarrassed to put myself out there like that, but baking for the whole crew, that takes the pressure off loll. I'm sure other women would do that and more though. 🤣🤣 (And he definitely does. 😏)

Thank you again for your lovely thoughts, hun!! Looking forward to what you think of future chapters. 💕

Smoke Eater - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!! 🥳❤️‍🔥 You guys really warmed my heart with all the excitement for this story. I'm very happy to bring you the first chapter. I hope it doesn't disappoint! 😘

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Word Count: 4,000 Warnings: Tense situations, brief mention of claustrophobia, and a good old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1: "Class and Style"

Come on, come on, come on!

The toe of your heeled foot tapped on the floor as you, once again, waited for the elevator to make its slow climb back up to the 22nd floor.

In your hand was a tray carrying two steaming lattes: one small, plain hazelnut, and the other a venti caramel frappe with all the sugary bells and whistles. Complete with extra whipped cream, because your boss was a goddamn child.

I shouldn’t even be getting his coffee, you thought sourly. This is his assistant’s job!

And if this elevator didn’t climb any faster, having to stop at Starbucks during your meager lunch break for your boss’s morning fix would make you late for a very important sales meeting.

“Let’s go, Betsy. Come on,” you muttered. “You can do it.”

Yes, you’d named the contraption that usually managed to carry you all the way to your correct floor. When she wasn’t broken down for maintenance. 

The four walls of the narrow elevator shook and creaked as it cleared the 20th floor. You inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to grab the inner guardrail. This thing was old, just like the rest of the building.

But then, Betsy screeched and made an abrupt stop.

You were woefully unprepared. You slid in your heels and gasped—both at the jolt, and at the hot lattes tipping out of your hand and down your blouse and skirt.

Shit!

You didn’t even have time to wince at the scalding hot coffee, as you nearly rolled an ankle in the spillage. Luckily, you were able to grab at that guardrail. You sucked in relatively even breaths as you realized what happened…

The elevator stopped, but not on your floor.

“Oh, God…” you uttered, staring up at the red, digital “21” above the metal doors. It was blinking, but not moving. Just like you weren’t moving. Which meant…you were stuck.

Okay, not a big deal. You’re fine, you thought, trying to calm yourself. All you had on you was your phone, your ID, and your credit card. You’d decided to leave your purse in your desk, since you were just walking across the street.

But that was okay! Because you still had your phone…

“No service. Of course,” you muttered, raising your phone high to try and get a bar. This elevator was a dead zone, and it always had been. Fucking hell…

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You shouted for help.

You pressed the emergency alarm, several times.

You could hear it blare and echo outside of the chamber of the elevator, but no one seemed to hear you. Your work building was huge, made up of several departments and hundreds of employees here at Savage & Co. There was always plenty going on, especially in the middle of the morning.

Maybe no one could hear you.

“All right. Don’t…don’t panic,” you told yourself. Even though your heart was beginning to pound.

You finally pressed the “Call” button outlined in red. You didn’t know if it worked; half the floor buttons on the console didn’t even light up anymore.

But to your relief, the sound of a phone line ringing echoed through the small speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

“Fire Department.”

“Oh, God. Yes!”

With a hand on the rail, you managed to kneel down next to the speaker. Your free hand brushed a strand of hair away from your dewy face. There was no AC in here, and you were starting to sweat. Thankfully, the rest of your hair was pulled up into a clip.

“I’m stuck in one of the oldest elevators known to man,” you told the disembodied voice.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

You gave them your name, along with the address of your company’s building. The voice promised that they were dispatching a until to come and get you out soon.

“How soon is soon?” you asked.

“…About forty-five minutes, give or take.”

Jesus Christ.

You baked inside Betsy for close to an hour. While your makeup slowly melted, you found a corner of the ground that wasn’t covered by a coffee puddle, and you pressed the alarm button at random intervals. Still, no one seemed to hear it. You used the empty coffee tray to try and fan yourself.

Your phone was also useless. You tucked that along with your credit card into your bra for safe keeping. You’d definitely missed your meeting about the prospective Zimmerman account—one you and your coworker Josh were competing to nail down, as the top performers in the sales department. You couldn’t even catch up on your emails.

Damn it, Nick’s gonna chew my head off, you thought. But then you frowned, your brows furrowing. Well, it’s his fault for not maintaining this damn building. And for ordering a damn caramel frappe! What is he, a 12-year-old girl?

Your skirt was still sticky on the side. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the metal wall and closed your eyes. Ah, well. At least I’m not claustrophobic.

“Fire Department!” called a man’s voice from above. “Can you hear me down there?”

You gasped and opened your eyes. Your gaze raised heavenward, and you called out to the voice.

“Hello?!”

“Ah, we found you. You okay, ma’am? Are you hurt?”

“Y-Yes…” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. “I mean, no. I’m not hurt.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “You’re stuck between two floors, but we’re gonna get you out, all right?”

“Okay.” You sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed the rail so you could get back onto your feet. “I’m stuck on the 21st floor right?”

“Well, in between 21 and 22. Hold on one sec.”

 You stood there with bated breath, just waiting for something to happen. You heard tools whirring, felt the elevator shutter for a moment, but it didn’t budge. Until you heard a thump on the roof. You looked up, but of course you couldn’t see what was happening.

Until a square patch in the roof was unscrewed and drawn back, revealing a firefighter in almost all his gear: wearing a gray shirt tucked into navy pants, red suspenders, black boots and gloves. All he was missing was a jacket and a hardhat.

He did wear a harness, and he held another one in his gloved hand, as well as a charming, almost boyish grin on his face.

“There you are,” he greeted.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of AC, or his ridiculously handsome features, but you felt your face heat up further.

“Uh, hi,” you said, very eloquently. You offered a smile back. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet, but we will,” he said, still with that grin as he lowered the second harness down to you. “I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

You gave it to him as you took the harness.

“Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t have this on your bingo card today, did ya?”

You snorted in response. “Not even in my fortune cookie.”

It earned an amused look from him. Then he proceeded to instruct you on how to put the harness on around your waist and shoulders and clip the straps together.

“Okay, good. Now tug it, make sure it’s tight enough,” Dean said, motioning with his hand. You obliged him.

“Perfect.” He nodded, before crouching down and lowering his hands through the compartment. “All right, now. Just take my hands. I’m gonna pull you up.”

You looked up at him, then and at the narrow escape hatch with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he said, noting your reluctance (and your white-knuckle grip on the guardrail). “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt anything about this situation is safe,” you replied wryly. You glanced at the elevator’s metal walls. Even now, they groaned under Dean’s shifting weight.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all,” you said, with a vague gesturing hand at him. You couldn’t quite tell from your limited vantage point, but Dean could barely fit his broad shoulders through the hole he’d opened up. He was probably a big guy.

Still, you didn’t like the idea of your legs dangling in mid-air. 

“I’m a woman, but I’m still a full-grown person,” you said, your brows beginning to furrow in worry. “People are heavy, and this thing is rickety as hell, and that’s a really tiny window…”

“All right,” Dean gently interrupted. He looked like he was trying hard not to chuckle, and you didn’t appreciate it…even though you were biting your lip, trying not to smile too (more in embarrassment).

“I promise you, the line’s got you,” he said. And he tugged on the sturdy rope that connected to your harness.

His eyes met yours directly, firm and assuring. They were green, you noticed, even in this fluorescent lighting.

“More importantly, I’ve got you. And there’s no way I’m gonna let you fall,” he said, with what seemed like every conviction in the world. “Just take my hands.”

He leaned in further so you could reach him.

…And damn it, you believed him.

Staring into his eyes, you found the courage to suck in a deep breath and release the guardrail. You reached up and let his hands curl tightly around yours. You gripped him right back.

“All right, pull up!” he called back over his shoulder.

You couldn’t see them, but you heard the voices of other firefighters as they slowly retracted Dean’s harness line as well as yours. When he was able to plant his feet on the roof of the elevator again, you held your breath as he pulled you all the way up as well.

You lost a heel along the way though. It fell off your foot and hit the bottom of the elevator below.

“Woops,” Dean said. His arms wrapped around you, and he held you securely against him when your heel (and bare foot) also met the elevator roof, a bit awkwardly. You both peered back down through the square hole.

“Want me to get that for you?” he offered, with another one of those grins.

Now you knew you were blushing. Stop it!

You shook your head as you clung to his arms. You felt the strength in them, and it steadied you, along with the easy way about him that said he was more than comfortable with the perils of rescuing trapped women from old-ass elevators.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you told him. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

Dean chuckled then. “I hear ya. Let’s go, then.”

He glanced up and called out to a “Benny” and a “Gordon.” You assumed they were the men securing the harnesses that held you and Dean.

“Okay. You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod, even as you bit your lip again at the endearment. Usually when men called you sweetheart, (like your boss), it was like nails on a damn chalkboard.

But somehow, it didn’t seem so sleezy coming from the charming fireman.

You craned to looked up at his face. He was much taller than you, even with half your heels. Dean met your eyes again, and for a moment, you were tense. The elevator shaft was dark and cold, but the light from the open doors of the floor above allowed you to see his face, decorated lightly with stubble, and his brown hair that spiked to one side.

Your mouth parted, though you didn’t have a clue of what to say next…

You were saved when the lines went even more taut, and the firefighters on the floor above brought you and Dean all the way up to the 22nd floor. He helped you reach out to a bearded fireman, who supported your arms and carried you out of the elevator shaft, onto solid ground.

A small crowd had formed in the lobby. Zachariah the CFO was there, along with the building manager, and your friend Andréa, who looked both worried and relieved to see you. And even your boss, Nick, came forward to meet you once Benny and Dean helped you take off the harness.

“You’ve had a busy morning,” Nick drawled.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You could say that.”

Technically, he was everyone’s boss: Nick Savage, CEO of Savage & Co. He’d inherited the company from his father. However, Nick believed his one sad year of college business classes made him an expert on running your sales department with a firm hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re all right,” he said. Though his eyes glanced down your stained, white blouse, down to your bare foot. His gaze made your spine prickle. And not in a good way.

You crossed your arms on reflex. “I know I missed the meeting—”

“We recorded it. You’ll be able to watch it later, take notes, all that good stuff,” he said, his head tilting in that lazy way of his. He gestured at you with a finger. “But, uh…once you’re done cleaning up, think you could nip back out and get me that coffee? Since, you know, you’re kind of wearing it.”

Behind you, the team of firefighters discreetly watched the scene while packing up their gear—some with curiosity and bemusement, others (namely Dean) with a subtle frown.

You were livid.

But you managed to keep it down, just beneath your skin, as you bent down and took off your remaining heel.

“I’m requesting the afternoon off as personal time,” you informed him with (mostly) all due professionalism. There was a fire in your eyes, however, that not even you could tame.

“But don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll still land the Zimmerman account by Friday.”

You turned and dropped your shoe into a nearby garbage can. You didn’t want to be reminded of your boss every time you saw the coffee stains.

Before you left, you stopped in front of Dean and the other firefighters.

“Thank you very much for all your help,” you said, giving them all a smile. Your gaze lingered on Dean, who smiled back at you and nodded, his hands resting on his belt.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Your lips twitched. Then you continued on your way towards the exit door, to the stairwell. You shoved it open and walked bare-footed up to your office to get your purse. 

You’d left Nick silently fuming in the middle of the hall. You knew there wasn’t too much he could do with an entire crowd of witnesses.

He soon huffed and let your behavior roll off his back, as he became distracted by Zachariah and the building manager asking about the last time the elevator was properly serviced.

Meanwhile, Dean and Benny shared an amused look as their team rolled out.

Damn, Dean thought, remembering how you’d stopped in your little storm out, just to thank them. And how you’d held your head high as you walked away on bare feet.

He could admit, you had both class and style.

“Really, Grandpa. I’m fine,” you insisted.

Now in the comfort of your own home, and in your pajamas after a nice hot shower, you stirred a pot of chicken soup for your Grandpa George. He eyed you from the kitchen table with a measure of suspicion.

“Well, it’s lucky for you we’ve got a responsive Fire Department,” he said. “In the sleepy little town I grew up in, you’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t cave in before somebody got to ya.”

You shot him an amused look.

“Thanks. Makes me feel better about stepping into an elevator ever again.”

George seemed to consider the prospect, but he soon waved a vague hand.

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” George said, waving a hand. “Even if one of the cables snapped, you’d have three more holdin’ you up. And it should only need one cable to support the compartment, make sure the whole thing doesn’t fall to the damn ground.”

Your grandfather had been a technician for sixty years, so he knew a little thing about commercial building maintenance. However, right now, he wasn’t making you feel any better about your somewhat perilous experience. You paled a bit at the thought of cables snapping, leading to a long, Tower of Terror-style drop.

Except there’d be nothing to catch you at the bottom.

“It’s okay. I’ll just start walking up all 22 floors up to my office every day,” you said, smiling wryly. “I’ll finally have thighs like Wonder Woman.”

George laughed, though it soon ended on a cough. You eyed him with a frown as you ladled out a bowl of soup for him. You went over to him, both to set down the bowl in front of him and rub his back.

“Still with that cough. I don’t like it,” you said. “I’m making an appointment with your doctor.”

George shook his head and grabbed his glass of water.

“Just something caught in my throat.”

“Mhmm,” you replied. He was the absolute king of downplaying. It used to drive your grandma nuts.

You sighed and raised a hand to your forehead. An ache was building behind your eyes. Or maybe it had been there since you left work early today, and you were just now realizing how tightly wound your spine was.

“You okay?” George asked. You read the concern in his eyes and tried to relax your face from its scrunching.

“Yeah. Just a tension headache.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me, and more time taking care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You had a stressful day. Why don’t you go relax? Or better yet, go out! Go see your friends. Get in a bar fight. Something productive.”

A grin curved your lips as you raised a brow.

“A bar fight would make me more productive?”

George grinned up at you. “Well, at least it’d get you out of the house.”

You pursed your lips. There was a reason you didn’t go out very often, and your grandfather knew it. You were the only one who could watch out for him now, even if he didn’t think he needed it. Your mouth opened to reply, but before you could, your cell phone rang through the house.

For a moment, the two of you stared at one another. Until George raised his brows.

“You should get that, huh?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, despite your small smile, and you raised a finger as you went to get your purse over in the living room.

“We’re not done, old man,” you said over your shoulder.

“Oh, believe me. I know,” he grumbled, delving into his soup with a spoon.

Meanwhile, you fished your phone out of your purse and answered. A genuine, if tired smile graced your lips. It was your best friend, Andréa. She worked with you at Savage & Co., over in Marketing as a graphic designer.

As fate would have it, the two of you were hired on the same day five years ago. She’d invited you to lunch that day, and from then on, you two had been rocking through corporate life like Thelma and Louise—if Thelma had been a Greek artist and Louise had been a sarcastic saleswoman. 

“Hey, Dre,” you greeted.

“Hello, my love. Congratulations for surviving your near-death experience, and getting to serve Nick Savage a bit of humble pie,” she teased. “I thought you were going to lobby your Prada heel at his head.”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table.

“First of all, let’s not be too dramatic. I was stuck in an elevator, not a Chilean mine shaft,” you said wryly. “Second, you really think I would throw away Prada? Even if it was coffee stained… Those were just my $30 Steve Maddens.”

And yet, they had been your most comfortable heels. Maybe you should just find some sensible flats in the back of your closet and be done with it. But you liked the height and confidence that a nice pair of heels gave you—especially in that office filled with “Mad Men” wannabes.

Every male on your sales team thought he was Jon Hamm in a room full of George Costanzas.

Nick Savage was the worst out of all of them.

You dealt with it, however, and sometimes even thrived on being the only woman on the team. Mostly because you needed your job.

It paid well enough, but most of it went into the upkeep of your grandparents’ old house, and for the past few years, their extensive medical bills…

“Still, at least you got a Mission Impossible-style rescue out of it,” said Andréa. Her tone turned both leading and flirtatious. “Tell me you got that fireman’s number. Dear God Almighty, what a Grade-A Hottie.”

You chortled through your blush at remembering Dean, the firefighter who saved you. You could admit, he’d been one fine specimen of a man.

“Grade-A Hottie. What are we, in middle school?” you retorted. “Besides, he was just doing his job.”

“Ugh, you’re so pragmatic it hurts,” your friend lamented. “You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.”

You laughed fully at that one. “Yeah, I think taking the stairs from now on will help with the ‘firm’ bit.”

Just like the strength of the firefighter’s hold had been. You’d felt entirely secure after he’d pulled you up on the elevator roof. His arms had reassured you even more than the harness, if you thought about it. (And your face heated up further at said thought.)

“I do wish I could say thank you again, somehow,” you mused out loud, not really thinking about who exactly you were talking to.

“Oh, yeah?” Andréa said. You could practically hear her mischievous grin. It made you slightly nervous. “Well, it’s not unheard of for a grateful civilian to stop by a firehouse. You could bring him lunch or something!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that,” you said. Your instinct was to withdraw inward at the thought of putting yourself out there like that. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him while he was at work.

“What’re you talking about? Firefighters love food! Believe me, my cousin Meg is a paramedic,” Andréa said. Then she gasped. “Oh, girl. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don’t you bake something for the whole firehouse? That way it takes some of the pressure off, but you still get to see him.”

You became more contemplative then.

Bake something, huh?

Now, that you could do. Andréa knew all too well that the one thing that could get your gears turning was getting your apron on, as baking was your ultimate hobby. It made you feel creative, and damn-near stress free…

And her idea wasn’t too shabby, the more you thought about it. It was something kind that you knew you could do. And more than anything, you really did just want to say thank you, one more time.

You smiled.

“Okay. I think we have a plan.” However, your smile soon fell. “Wait, I have no idea what firehouse he works at.”

“Hmm, my cousin might know,” Andréa said. “Let me reach out to her…what’s his name again?”

“Dean,” you replied. Another small smile reached your lips, against your will.

“His name was Dean.”

AN: Ah, the first chapter! Launching a new story is always so exciting! 🥰 What did you think of the reader and Dean's first meeting?

Also, feel free to imagine Mark Pellegrino's "Nick" for this (I am). He didn't have a last name on the show, so I created one for this story, as he's going to be an important antagonist throughout.

And just so you guys know, my knowledge of the inner workings of fire departments and law enforcement will largely come from my own research and being a huge fan of procedurals, like Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Law & Order, etc.

Yes, aspects are fictionalized on those shows, but a lot of it is rooted in real-life protocol and stories. All the love and respect for creator/executive producer Dick Wolf. 😂

...Oh, and the elevator scene was inspired by true events. (Yes, I've been stuck in an elevator before. 🫠 Two ridiculously hot firefighters pulled me out, but by then I was melting from the lack of AC, had no makeup, and was dressed like a female!Dean, plaid and all lmao.)

Anywho...

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“Protect and serve,” Dean teased back. “That’s our motto, you know.”

“Isn’t that for police officers?” you quipped.

He chuckled a bit. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

“Well…” you considered that with a tilt of your head, more seriously than he expected you to. You met him with a more earnest gaze. “I think it does.”

Right then, Dean had a feeling, deep in his gut, that he needed to know you.

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Well, holy fuck!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵

This was the first time you wrote for demon!dean?!! Seriously?!!!! This was hot AF and SO perfectly evil!! I LOVED it! Spoilers below the cut!

A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A beautiful, flesh-eating flower. A blazing hot mess. Dean fucking Winchester.

What a fabulous description of demon!dean! 🥵😍

...The things she’d do for him, say for him, and let him do, had always been wicked, way before his heart was corrupted...

I've never identified with someone more!! 🤤 The things I would do for this man, and let him do to me! 🥵🥵🥵

He at least had to ensure she couldn’t butcher him before he had a chance to do the same. It didn’t help, though, that their little stand-off was part of the turn-on. Who’d snap first? After all, they’d both been hunters once and knew the game all too well.

Such a great push and pull of tension! You can just feel it!! 😍🫠

It was true. It was all his fault she had lost goddamn everything. Her love, her family, her home. As weak as he was, Dean couldn’t let her go when she got hurt during a run-of-the-mill hunt. He brought her back to life, a spell that chipped away her soul till there was nothing left of it. And still, as foolishly smitten and in love as he was, he thought he could goddamn fix it, fix her, fix them. But there was nothing left for him to love and nothing that was capable of loving him back. Yet, he still didn’t have the guts to kill her in the bitter end.

K, the way you made my heart break for our real Dean, even while I am relishing the incredible hotness of demon!dean, is VERY impressive. I can just picture his desperation and brokenness, and his inability to kill her even though he probably knew he should. 😭

And that smut was RIDICULOUSLY hot. They way she used the blade for leverage to climb him and wrap her legs around his waist?! Perfect! 🥵🥵

Finally, he sealed their deal with a sacrilegious kiss.

What an absolutely fabulous line!! 😍😍

“Yeah, we need to kill Sammy, Cas, and Crowley before they ruin our fucking fun,” he replied and kissed a path down to her tits, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

😬😬😬 Oh no!!! Run boys, run!!!

This was deliciously evil and the perfect usage of the quote!! Those two are going to do some truly destructive things to the world together!! 😱😱

Loved it! ❤️❤️

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Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a heroic, green-eyed hunter, but now, not much of him and his emerald eyes are left after he made a grave mistake and broke the wrong girl’s heart, leaving her empty behind. Y/N, however, is dressed for revenge and ready to take back what once belonged to her…

Warnings: +18!, language, smut (fingering, p in v, dirty talk & slight degrading), canon-level violence, a lot of evil scheming & some dark fluff

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: First time I’m daring to write Demon!Dean. This has been on my writer’s wish list for goddamn ages. Written for my wonderful bestie’s @avanatural‘s 1,000 followers celebration & antagonist challenge. 😈 You and your stories completely amaze me, so here’s to 1,000 more! Collect ‘em like Pokemon, babe! The crown truly belongs to you! 🥳🥂🖤 My prompts were Billie Eilish’s You Should See Me In A Crown 👑 and a quote, which you’ll find in bold. I also based parts of it on The Bravery’s Hatefuck 🔥 because it certainly is a fitting song for Demon!Dean. Enjoy, my loves!

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

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High noon. The bar was virtually deserted, tranquil, and almost peaceful, cradling every new arrival in a false sense of security if they weren’t smart enough and came equipped with a sixth sense for peril. After all, some dangers lurked in bright daylight and weren’t as easily identified by the naked eye.

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