#for him to decide that hey maybe i actually want to have a decent relationship with my daughter

[the-kneesbees]

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[nosyp]

Like a Deer Caught in Headlights

Warnings = rape/noncon, polyamorous relationship, promiscuous reader, mentions of death, mentions of self harm, starving yourself

Pairing = Dark! LADS men + mc x bratty fem! reader

Summary = You come back to the city where you've left all of your memories. But it's sad to say that the memories wanted to do more than welcome you back.

Word count = 9.4k words

A/N = Can you guess what I used as inspiration for this? *wink*

⚠️Remember pressing "Keep reading" means that you chose to read this on your own discretion, don't attack me.

“She’s back.”

“Y/n’s back.”

“Oh my y/n.”

You surely got the whole town talking huh.

TheArchivist07 Post #001 April 13th. 7:11AM. She’s spotted at the train station, perfume still as usual. Smile still stitched with silk and sin. But don’t be fooled by the innocence in her eyes. We remember. And we saw what she left behind: the boy with bruised knuckles, the girl who never spoke again, the photo that went missing from the dorm wall. Welcome back, sweetheart. Let’s finish the story. XOXO, The Archivist

A fresh new blog for a fresh new girl. Nobody knew who was behind the infamous blog who documented your every move, but if keeping their identity anonymous is what it would cost to get news about you, everyone would take up that offer.

After all, you’re the one who decided to cause havoc and suddenly disappear. Why come back? Here to finish what you’ve started?

Pictures of you at the train station from multiple different angles pretty much spread around the whole city. Speculations started— actually, way before you even came back. People made theories that you were sent to a troubled girls camp, that you were sent to jail for underage drinking or you were finally caught by the mafia.

The story wasn’t like that at all though, or maybe it was? Who knows? Only you do.

Anyways, you disappeared 8 years ago, now everyone is out of high school and at their own jobs.

“Hey MC,” you said into the phone.

“...” you hear nothing from the other side… besides really heavy breathing. Then you hear her swallowing her saliva. “Y/n?”

“Missed me? I bet you did. Can we meet tomorrow at that famous cafe? I’ve been dying to go there and I already booked a reservation so if I don’t see you there… Anyways, see ya!” you say, hanging up the phone.

You [8:49 AM]: Oh and bring your friends too. See you~

“Is she really back?” MC breathed, staring at her phone. She’s pale white at this point, seeming like she'd just seen a ghost.

You still have some time, might as well spend it doing what you did best: create drama.

Later on that night, you’d visit the one club you’ve always loved to go to ever since you were in middle school actually. People used to call it a “whorehouse” since that was where all the hookups were stationed. You still remember it as clear as day. That was also the place where you had your first time— with a random man that you’d just met but it was spectacular nonetheless.

You just had to hope it was the same as you’d remember— or maybe even better.

Arriving at the place, the music at the party was just as loud as usual, practically beating inside your ears, and you can see a cute guy hustling between his friends on the side. He’s wearing a suit and tie with… a ring on his finger. It wasn’t just some sort of friendship ring or nothing, it had a decently sized diamond and you could’ve sworn you saw it at one of the fancy jewelry stores around town. 

So you decided to go up to him and try your luck. “Hey handsome,”

“Hey beautiful,” he replies, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. “What are you doing here~?”

“Nothing… just looking for… some fun is all.” you giggle. Then, you whisper into his ears: “Some fun with you maybe?”

“Alright, why don’t we—” you interrupt him with a rough kiss on his lips. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, trying to desperately taste him as he lightly pulls you in closer.

“Y/n?” a guy’s voice calls you out, rapidly pulling you two out of the kiss. 

“I-I’m sorry… who are…” you turn around, to be met with one of your other childhood friends— Caleb.

“Who’s that…?” the older man behind you asks.

“N-nobody… just some guy I know. Give me a second.” you drag Caleb to somewhere more quiet.

You finally let go of your tight grasp around his arm and the first words to come out of your mouth was, “Caleb what the hell?” 

“No— you what the hell? You disappeared for how many—? That’s right, 8 years ago. Now the first impression I have of you is you fucking a much much older guy. Do you even know how old he is?” his voice is scary. He’s practically screaming silently at you.

“I don’t know— I’d guess 40? But why do you care anyway? It’s not like you even cared when I disappeared.” you replied.

“Y/n. This is like your first week in the city— heck— it might even be your first day. So why are you already messing around like this? I thought for 8 years, maybe you’d have gotten better but… maybe you haven’t.” he asks.

The words hit you like a slap. Nobody back in your old city, where you were at for 8 years, dared to even talk back to you, not even try to go against you. So it’s unfortunate for you to cross paths with a guy who wasn’t even a tiny bit scared of you. Yes, you were mean back then too but not mean enough to him to make him shiver in your presence.

“Caleb, you know NOTHING about me so why are you acting like my parents? Me leaving for 8 years made you a good for nothing loser who spends time complaining rather than making something of his life?” you angrily respond.

“What the fuck?” he then angrily storms out of the club. 

TheArchivist07 Post #002 April 13th. 8:00PM. Careful y/n, you can’t be making trouble on your first day back.

—

You’d woken up the next day in a really really sour mood, not just because of that stupid argument with Caleb but also because you didn’t even get a chance to continue your rendezvous with the guy since he disappeared the moment you came back.

Oh! But today was the day you were supposed to meet up with MC and her supposed new friends. 

TheArchivist07 Post #003 April 14th. 7:00AM. Good morning y/n, We hope you have a better second day. Don’t start too much drama today. XOXO, The Archivist

You got up from your bed and immediately started putting on the new outfit you had just bought for yourself. A pleated, short white skirt with a matching white long-sleeved button up which all came together with a baby pink cardigan. For the accessories, you wore some small pieces of jewelry, a headband and a pair of black, mary jane shoes.

You’ve been trying different styles ever since you came back from that old city. It was a rural city that had basically zero to no shopping districts so you’d just had to rely solely on the clothes that you had already— which was much more than what the local kids had.

You had to move there because your dad got an offer to stay there for a few years and take care of one of the newer company facilities. It was honestly pretty futuristic, it’s just a bummer you weren’t really allowed to spend time there. Also, your parents said that it was a good place to “humble” you, that you had to see the reality of some people’s lives. But really, there is no humbling you.

You were a bitch: a bitch that can’t be stopped.

Enough of the backstory, you got inside the luxurious black limousine that you had missed for the longest time and took it to your next location, the cafe.

The cafe is new, and pretty much went viral. So you were excited to have two new experiences in one.

Arriving at the cafe, you could already see a huge line in front of it. People were eagerly waiting for a seat or even a chance to buy something… but all you did was just brush past them and make your way to your seat.

“Hey… y/n is it? Delighted to meet you.” the white haired guy beside you spoke up. His voice was deep, and… kind of teasing if you heard it correctly.

“Hey— yeah… are you one of MC’s friends? If so, nice to meet you too.” you say cheerfully. “By the way, where’s MC?”

“She’s a bit late so we’ll have to wait a while for her and the others,” he answers.

“Right, and I also brought one of my friends.” you say, feeling her presence coming. “This is Selina. She’s not gonna stay so this might be the only time you do talk to her.”

“Right. Good morning, Selina.” he says.

“Good—” she tries to say back.

“Yeah— you can go now. I’ll see you later at 5? At the place?” you interrupt her, rolling your eyes dramatically.

“S-sorry… yeah…” she quietly murmurs, then walks out of the cafe like nothing happened.

“Sorry if she was being annoying, she just likes to do that sometimes. Anyways, what’s your name?” you finally ask the question.

TheArchivist07 Post #004 April 14th. 9:43AM. Watch out, [Your initial] You can’t treat people like your minion… or maybe you can “I’m Sylus. What’s yours?” he answers. “I’m y/n. Nice to get uhh… acquainted with you…” you respond.

After some time, they all started to gather. There was Zayne, Rafayel, Caleb, and MC in exactly that order of where you were looking from (aka across) while you were in between Sylus and Xavier. 

“So… nice to meet you all. I hope we can all get along for the next few… days… weeks… months… or years of my stay here.” you awkwardly say.

“So, what are you getting y/n?” Rafayel asks.

“Uh— nothing really. I just… don’t feel hungry but you guys can order freely. I’m offering.” you reply.

Zayne looks up from the menu. “Have you eaten anything before this?”

You look back at him. “No… not exactly.”

He seems disappointed when he says,”Then it’s not wise for you to skip breakfast. Might do more harm than good.”

“Why should I listen to you?” the words slip out before you can stop them. Shit. You were supposed to be nice. Luckily for you, he isn’t one to be easily offended. But you can definitely see the way MC raises her eyebrows and gives you a confused look.

“I’m a doctor,” he replies.

“Y/n— just eat, please.” MC finally intercepts. “You haven’t changed much these past few years.”

TheArchivist07 Post #005 April 14th. 9:59AM. You’d better watch what you say, y/n Or else you’d might actually end up in a troubled girls camp

“I-I’m sorry…” you murmured quietly. “That your life is so fucking sad that you have to order people around.”

“...” The silence is uncomfortable. Everyone’s just waiting to see what happens rather than making the first move.

Then Zayne exhales softly through his nose before calmly setting down his menu on the table. “You done?” he asks, tone unreadable.

You open your mouth to say something but your dear friend MC cuts in. “Let it go.”

Her voice is soft but firm. That practiced kind of kindness that always feels just hinted… at something else.

“Cuz you’ll deal with it huh?” you say, resting your elbows on the table and leaning closer. “You’ve been saying that…since when? And I haven’t even changed a bit. Give up.”

The fiery-ness was always something MC adored about you. Something about the way you had no respect in the way you talked to her flipped a switch inside her. She had somehow made it her life mission to “tame” you as if a million other people didn’t try.

“Keep talking and see where you end up.” she also starts leaning towards you. “I might not be so nice.”

You can’t lie. Her words sent shivers up your spine, and sent rushes of heat to your cheeks. “F-fuck you.” Then, you leaned back onto the soft cushions. 

TheArchivist07 Post #006 April 14th. 10:03AM. The scoreboard is now 0-1 You lost this round y/n, Better catch up

You couldn’t pick a fight with them, you know why. You know your evol never managed to bloom ever since young, you were much weaker than most. Still grateful you even had an evol though, you felt bad for those poor peasants who weren’t as blessed as you so you never messed with them. 

Without even getting the chance to order, MC just ordered a bunch of food despite not knowing what you wanted. 

Frustration is bubbling to the surface now and you’re so close to blowing up on her but you decide not to. You hadn’t even realised your fingernails had started digging into the flesh of your palm until Xavier asked if you were okay.

Suddenly, MC spoke up. “She’s fine. She’s just salty about this— just like how she is with evol.” 

“Y’know… I think he asked me, not you. So shut up would you? Plus, you’re not even paying for any of this so stop ordering so much.” you spat.

She looked at you, then at the waiter, then back at you. “I am actually paying. Waiter, finish up the order and I’ll pay right now.” she says, taking out her card.

You have a very visibly disgusted facial expression plastered all over your face now and everyone can see it. Unluckily for you, you’re in the public eye so you have to be careful… because the archivist will document everything.

The drama that you didn’t cause made the whole mood sour and none of you bothered to talk even a single syllable. The atmosphere was still tense between you and Caleb, now it’s you and everyone.

It wasn’t until when you all bid farewell that MC talked to you again.

“Hey… I’m sorry for before. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you and I just can’t help but feel… infuriated that you didn’t even change for the better. You said the reason you moved was to improve yourself? So where is it?” she started.

How was she saying nothing and everything at the same time? Every part of you ached to get closer to her, and the other portion begged for you not to even entertain her.

“But that’s what you like about me… You were smiling the whole time it was happening. Don’t lie MC.” you reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Maybe it is… dinner at 5 later?” asked MC. 

Dinner at 5? You had already promised to go to a party with Selina at 5, what are you supposed to do now?

TheArchivist07 Post #007 April 14th. 10:47AM. So now the real question was: Who are you choosing? Your dear friend MC or Selina? Take your pick We’ll be waiting y/n

MC's POV

I watch her closely, standing there with her arms crossed with that same guarded look she always used to have. But her eyes. God, those eyes still have that spark. The spark that makes you wanna pin her down and teach her a lesson until she’s begging for you to stop. It's like nothing has changed but at the same time everything has.

She’s older, smarter, cooler. It feels like she just left me behind to pick up the pieces.

I couldn’t stand it. Every part of me wants to break through the walls she’s put up to guard herself. I can’t describe how much I want to yell at her, to tell her how messed up this whole situation is. How much it hurt when she left, how much it still hurts now. But I can't. I just stand there, waiting for her to talk.

I wanted to believe she’d changed oh so desperately. That she’d grown into someone better. But now, seeing her here again, it feels like everything is the same. She’s still her. The same girl who knows exactly how to twist the knife at the right angle to make me hurt people. But she’s also the girl I’ve always loved, the light of my life.

“Dinner at five?” I ask before I even think. It’s stupid. I don’t know why I said it. Maybe because I’m clingy. Maybe because I’m scared what will happen to her if I’m not there. Maybe I’m just trying to hold on to anything I can. But all I know is, she’s never getting away ever again.

“N-no! I-I’m very sorry for today but I already had plans with Selina.” she says.

Selina? Who the hell is she? What kind of importance does she have for you to reject my offer like this?

Questions ran through my head at the speed of a million miles per second, and yet the name still rang in my head. Who the fuck is Selina?

But nonetheless, I calm myself down and reply calmly with: “Oh okay, see you next time then.”

And we bid farewell. Curse you Selina.

TheArchivist07 Post #008 April 14th. 10:50AM. Well Selina’s got [MC Initial] fired up

Back to your POV

TheArchivist07 Post #009 April 14th. 6:13PM. Wake up sweet y/n You’re late for your plans with Selina

Holy fuck. It’s over an hour past the time you agreed to meet with Selina. Shit shit shitttt… Why didn’t your maid, Dorothy, remind you? You already told her to remind you so many times but why didn’t she?

You hurriedly put on your dress and ran into the car that had been waiting for you. Why didn’t anybody wake you up? Oh— wait— Dorothy stayed back in that small town, city, whatever you called it. 

Maybe it was your fault on your end, but at the same time it wasn’t, you just haven’t gotten used to not having assistance 24/7. 

Selina doesn’t even look up when you enter, her fingers scrolling through her phone with the occasional faint click of her nails against the screen. The lobby is empty, everyone’s already up at the venue you’d figure.

“You’re late,” she says, her voice flat, absent of any surprise. She doesn’t even bother to look at you yet.

You stop in your tracks, narrowing your eyes. “I’m late? You’re lucky that I even bothered to show up at all after your little stunt yesterday.”

Finally, she looks up at you with a blank, unreadable stare. “You’ve always had a… habit of overestimating your position, haven’t you? You can’t just trample over everyone and expect nothing to happen y’know.”

The words sting more than they should, but you don’t let it show. Not in front of her.

You sit down, placing your bag on the table, still seething. “I don’t have time for your games today, Selina. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

She shrugs before resting her hands on her side with her hands, finally giving you her full attention. “If you’re going to want to keep your ‘queen bee’ title here, then I’ll let you. But don’t expect me to fall for it again. You don’t have the luxury of making mistakes anymore.”

Her gaze is cold, cutting through you like she’s already decided what your worth is. And you hate that she’s right. Because the truth is, you did make a mistake. You did let her get the bullet this time.

“Careful,” you warn her. “You’re getting way too close to the edge of the cliff.”

Selina doesn’t flinch. Instead, she relaxes her back and a subtle smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “You always did like pretending you’re the one in control. But deep down, we both know it’s always been me.”

You hold her gaze, resisting the urge to snap. She wants a reaction. She wants you to crumble. But not today. Not now.

“Well,” you say, your voice smooth, threatening too. “If you want to keep this little game going, I suggest you remember one thing. I made you. And I can unmake you just as easily.”

You can hear her swallow the lump in her throat as she retreats back to being your silly little minion. 

“By the way, before trying to put me down, you probably shouldn’t be using an out-of-season dress. It doesn’t even look good on you. I’d suggest you take it off but really… no dress looks good on you.” you mention because how did you look better when you only had 10 seconds to change out of your pyjamas?

She looks unimpressed, and used to it. “And your hair looks like a mess. I’d rather you wear a cheap wig off of the street rather than the bundle of whatever is going on with the top of your head.”

“Yet it looks better than yours. You only talk when spoken to.” you firmly state, sending shivers up her spine.

“R-right… sorry. What could I ever do to make it up to you?” she asks you. An idea pops up in your head.

—

You drop the keys into Selina’s hand, giving her time to mentally prepare to do what you told her to. What did you tell her to do? 

It’s nothing serious… only a few years in jail if she doesn’t mess up too much, no? 

She twists the key, opening the door to the… art museum. It was a pretty famous exhibit of artworks made by the one and only, charming prince Rafayel. You did your research. 

When nobody was looking, you took the liberty of “borrowing” Rafayel’s keys. The one you got was to the art museum and you left the house key with him, can’t play with him too much yet. You also knew that it took exactly 7 seconds for the alarm to start ringing as soon as it detected an intruder… or she could just be caught by Thomas. It was one or the other; only fate can decide it.

Once you saw that she was out of your sight, you fled the scene and started walking in the direction of where you came from. 

“Y/n?” someone calls out your name.

Fuck.

“Yes?” you twist around to see who it is. It’s Rafayel, one of MC’s friends. You didn’t really remember him at all because you were way too busy with MC.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, confused.

“Nothing… just… I got lost. The city is so big y’know.” you mention, giving him the most innocent eyes in the world. “Actually, can you help me home? I’m scared to go by myself.”

“U-uh… sure I can,” he agrees.

The walk home was way too awkward for your liking, most of the time it was you two bathing in the silence but then there were the occasional small talk starter questions: “Soo… how was your day today?” or “What do you think of the city so far?”

Anyways, you were successful. You managed to distract him from the fact that his museum’s alarm is going crazy right now and the police have started to arrive. You know because there is a really odd amount of spam calls coming into your phone the whole time you spent with him.

“Don’t you need to go get that…?” he finally asks.

“Hm? What are you talking about?” you play dumb.

He looks at you confused, isn’t your phone the ones that have been buzzing and ringing the whole time? He replies with,”Y’know… your calls or messages? It seems urgent.”

Suddenly, you had a feeling. You were bored; you had time. God forbid a girl has hobbies. “Nothing’s more urgent than you…” you say, hands snaking up his chest to his shoulders.

“W-what? Y/n, are you okay? Do I need to call Dr Zayne?” he asks.

“Ughhh… that guy… I would much prefer it if you were the one giving me the checkup tonight.” you whine, starting to close the distance between you two. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you waited for him to reciprocate.

“Y/n, are you okay?” he asks again, still not returning your embrace.

You look up at him. “Yeah, I feel great— as I usually do.”

No words come out of his mouth for a while, then his lips crash onto yours. His lips were urgent against yours, like he’d been holding back for far too long. His hands finally settled on your waist, reluctant at first, but getting less and less slowly.

The kiss was desperate, both of you pulling each other in as if the other would disappear if you even loosened your grip a bit. Neither of you knew what the hell you were doing, but still chasing it anyway.

It tasted like heat and adrenaline and guilt. The flashing red and blue of police sirens barely visible in the far-off skyline, the chaotic ringing from your phone echoing through the hallway of your apartment… none of it mattered in that moment.

It was just you… and him… and the secret between your teeth.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless.

“Wow,” Rafayel mutters, almost to himself. “I… I didn’t think you actually…”

“You think too much,” you whisper, brushing your lips against the edge of his jaw. “That’s your problem.”

But inside, you’re already calculating.

Because while he’s melting in your hands, you know what he doesn’t. Because that museum of his?

It’s either been wiped empty by Selina, or completely infiltrated by cops.

And the real show hasn’t even started yet.

TheArchivist07 Post #010 April 14th. 7.02PM. R clearly doesn’t know who he’s dealing with

Seeing how the phone calls stopped, you’d figure it’s probably best to go back home rather than deal with the mess. 

—

You close the door behind you with a soft click, kicking off your heels. The silence in your apartment is almost too loud. There’s no music, people talking or fights. It’s just the soft hum of the air conditioning and your own heart still racing from… everything.

Your lips are still tingling from the kiss. Rafayel’s kiss. You never caught feelings for a guy, so why do you feel like this?

You don’t know if it was a mistake, a game, or just another distraction for you. You don't even care right now. You toss your phone onto the couch, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Then, your phone lights up with a soft ding.

MC [8.08PM]: Can we talk?

Your stomach turns. You stare at the message. It’s short. Too short. It’s either the start of something serious… or the end of something worse.

MC [8.30PM]: I’m not mad. I just need to understand. Please.

Your fingers hover over the screen, debating. Should you respond now? Or do you leave her waiting?

You sigh, head falling back against the couch. You’re tired. You’re wired. And now… MC wants to talk? Perfect.

Without even responding or replying or leaving her on read, you just go to bed, totally ignorant. 

—

The morning sun slices through your blackout curtains like it has a personal vendetta against you.

Your head’s pounding. Your throat’s dry. Your eyelids feel heavy.

You groan, dragging yourself off the couch. The glass of water you meant to get? Untouched. The unread texts? Still there. The questions clawing at your brain? Louder than ever.

Ding dong.

What the hell?

You blink at the door, not fully processing it. Another ring. More impatient this time. You shuffle over, still half-asleep, and pull it open with zero grace.

And there your dear friend MC is standing in front of your door, looking… annoyed. Like she hasn’t slept either or something happened.

You stare at each other in silence for what feels like an entire lifetime. 

She’s the first to speak. “I figured you wouldn’t answer if I tried to text you again.”

You rub your eyes, trying to make sense of reality. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Not until I saw you.” she replies.

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. Not yet.

“I just need to know,” she says, voice much quieter now. “Do you even want to stay friends with me?”

You’re clearly shocked by the question by how you flinch back, and start thinking for a second. Do you even want her as a friend? Or just some puppet that you can summon wherever and whenever you need her to?

Nevertheless, you just say the most satisfying answer that comes to mind. “Yeah… I do. What is this about? What happened?”

“I heard you and Rafayel kissed last night… and you can’t even bother to talk to me. I’m not here to argue, I just wanted to ask why you don’t even want to talk to me.” she plops down on your couch.

“I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t mean to kiss him. Do you ahem—… like him…?” you inquire.

Quite different actually, she likes you. There’s just some things that we keep hidden to ourselves that you don’t need to know.

“No. Just wondering why you’re avoiding me— like I said.” she answers.

“Well, since you’re complaining about all this… would you like to come to a party with me next week?” you immediately regret it. But it’s her answer that shocks you even more honestly.

“Actually… Why don’t you take Zayne?” MC proposed. “He’s been tense, so he really needs to loosen up.”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time and reply annoyingly, “Why don’t you wanna go? I mean he’s a good for nothing los—”

Then, she puts her hand on top of yours and squeezes tightly. Being the touch-starved you, you didn’t shove her hand away.

And, that’s how you end up bringing Zayne as your plus one for the masquerade. You had no idea how you were so easily bamboozled by MC but at the same time, she’s got you wrapped around her finger so easily that it would be weird if you didn’t take her advice.

With the assistance of Selina, you ensured that both you and Zayne were dressed perfectly for the event. You had also briefed him on what is supposed to happen in a masquerade and what he’s supposed to do. Although he said he gets it, you still feel anxious about it. I mean, what could you expect from a loser who hangs near sick patients all day— how do you know he’s not sick?

“Zayne, you don’t get it— you have to look perfect or else you’ll ruin both of our reputations in one go.” you explain to him to which he only replies with a soft hum.

“Sure… sure.” and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to look into your eyes.

You couldn’t ever express how frustrated you were but as long as it ended fine, you did great.

You were on your way home from picking up both of your outfits, then you saw a particularly familiar white-haired boy. You didn’t slow down, didn’t stop either— actually, he was the one who stepped into your path like the sidewalk was his personal runway.

“Hey,” he said, like he wasn’t the exact kind of person you didn’t want to deal with right now.

You should’ve ignored him. Should’ve rolled your eyes, kept walking.

Instead, you smiled sweetly and scanned his outfit. It wasn’t particular interesting aside from the fact that he looked like a mess— a mess you didn’t want to deal with.

“You look gross,” you said, tilting your head. “Fresh out the dump?”

He laughed at your words—because of course he did. He wasn’t the type to get offended. He was the type to enjoy it.

“Aw, is that your way of saying you missed me?” he asked, eyes flicking down to the bags in your hands. “New outfits? You buying stuff to impress me?”

You scoffed. “You think anyone would shop with you in mind?”

“Just calling it like I see it,” he said, stepping a little closer, too close. “Besides… I think it’s cute. You pretending not to like me and all.”

You leaned in just slightly and got closer to his ear. “I’m not pretending.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, smile sharpening. “We’ll see.”

And the worst part? The absolute worst part is that you let him walk beside you for the next block.

He wasn’t super annoying but annoying enough to make you have to sigh ten times in a second.

“Shouldn’t you be going now? Maybe getting a life— oh wait! You don’t have one.” you finally say.

He looks amused, he was expecting that from you. “As usual, you have no filter.”

“Ugh whatever, just get far away from me.” you say, giving him a disgusted look.

He chuckles lightly. “Okay okay, see you around y/n.” he says, waving goodbye at you as he walks away.

You don’t wave back. “Finally that bitch is gone” you murmur to yourself, picking the bags back up to start walking again. Selina’s already on the venue’s decoration duty so you had to take care of yourself this time. Oh how it sucks to be independent.

—

The limousine had stopped in front of the grand venue, only the low hum of its engine mixing with the chatter outside. People were flocked outside the door, waiting for you to come out to pounce at you with questions.

“Are you ready?” Zayne extends his hand out to you and you take it, going out of the limousine.

Flashes of cameras flood your vision, but Zayne’s there to guide your way. He swore he was so close to using his evol to cataclysm everyone on site from the way he was death staring everyone.

One part of the crowd was cheering stuff like:

“AAHHH Y/N L/N LOOK HERE!!” 

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S YOU!!”“YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!”

“WHO’S THE HANDSOME GUY?!?!”

“I’M A BIG FAN!! PLEASE AUTOGRAPH”

While the other part of the crowd could be like:

“Y/n, do you mind answering a few questions about politics?”“What is your opinion on the archivist?”

“Why did you disappear for so long?”

“What happened when you disappeared?”

“What are your plans for the future?”

TheArchivist07 Post #011 April 22nd. 7:35PM. Y/n’s got the crowd excited After all, what do you expect from a queen bee's return?

They’re all similarly just looking for their turn to get their biggest scoop on you, but you don’t allow it. They have to earn it, and it’s not by shoving a camera into your face when you’re vulnerable.

Making your way into the safety of the venue, you put on the mask and started greeting everyone… with Zayne on the side just following around but did occasionally greet them too.

“Ooh, who is this handsome guy?” a woman teases. “Mind if I have a turn with him?”

Her tone is clearly joking, and you can tell she’s an older woman just looking for some fun so you don’t take offense.

“For all I care, go ahead.” you reply… jokingly? But you can’t help but feel conflicted about your relationship with him. You really thought you had no feelings for him, but something formed during the time you spent together preparing. 

Like that time you asked him to zip up your dress when you brought him dress shopping. And when you almost tripped, he caught you right on time. You don’t know if it was just admiration or romantic feelings but you definitely had something for him, even if it was platonic.

Sad that he doesn’t think the same way.

At the same time, no matter how hard you tried to forget, he was still there— buried in the corners of your mind, the boy you had loved for what felt like forever… right up until the moment he vanished. Why did he have to leave? Why you? Did he ever stop to think about what that did to you? Did he ever feel an ounce of regret?

But deep down, the truth gnawed at you. It was your fault. You were the one who ruined it. You were reckless. You were selfish. You were stupid.

And the worst of all? You’d do anything just to feel close to him one last time.

You spent years trying to deny it even happened. Sometimes people even felt scared that you were “talking to yourself” but you were really speaking to the ghosts of him. 

Then, after some time, it shifted to forgetting it ever happened. It worked for a while before it started to come up again; everything reminded you of him. Everytime you’d see a guy with even one simple feature that looked like him, it felt like your whole world shattered when you saw them turn around and it wasn’t him.

Then, it changed to hurting yourself in the forms of starvation, wounding yourself, and even sleep depriving yourself. Nothing ever made you feel better. You felt like you deserved nothing while he deserved everything, you just couldn’t give it to him.

Finally, your parents sent you to therapy. Out of all the methods, it probably worked the best. They were glad when they saw you improving and just kept sending you there. Your last session was 1 hour before the flight back to the city, and you’ve never bothered to find another.

Enough of the sad, boring stuff, parties are for fun. You’re supposed to be all hyped and jumping up and down, excited for the activities. You can’t sour the mood.

Zayne— being the boring man that he is— just stayed on the outskirts of the party, alone. So you took responsibility and tried to bring him to the dance floor. But it ended up with you staying with him with the bartender.

“One neat whiskey for you sir, and anything for you ma’am?” the guy behind the counter asks.

“W-what… you bought a drink? Didn’t think you were the type to even drink.” you say. “Anyways, I’ll just take water, thanks.”

“Just that?” He raises an eyebrow. “She’ll take a whiskey too then.”

You suddenly feel your heart stopping. He was super insistent to getting you a drink. “Why’d you do that?”

“You need to relieve yourself. You look stressed.” he says.

“Ugh whatever. I can do that by doing something else.” you complain, leaning on the counter.

“Then, go do it.” he responds.

He’s so boring and stoic and dull. You were hoping you could change him but he wouldn’t even comply with one of your requests, it was probably you complying with his actually.

Once the drinks arrived, you felt your heart skip a beat again. You didn’t want to drink so early into the party; You didn’t even want to drink again.

Something about drinking in front of him seemed so terrifying, like there was a gut instinct telling you not to. 

“Y/NNNNN! DRINKKK!!!!! TAKE THE SHOTT!!!” a person shouts from the crowd, and everyone turns their head towards you. 

In less than a blink of an eye, everyone’s attention was on you now. It’s not like you weren’t used to it though.

“Ugh… sorry guys, I can’t… I really really shouldn’t…” you sigh, earning a disappointed whine from the crowd.

“Oh come on y/n, just drink a bit. If anything happens, I’ll be here.” Zayne says.

You haven’t drunk around people for a long time, terrified that it would happen again. That you would lose another if you lost yourself around someone else. It was the whole reason that you never dared to get too close to someone ever again: the world practically ended when it happened to you.

“Drink y/n!” the people all cheered in unison. 

“Zayne please don’t make me do this, tell everyone to stop.” you beg him.

“Silly girl, just listen to everyone. It’ll work out just fine, trust me.” is what he replies with.

Reluctantly and apprehensively, with Zayne’s approval, you take the shot, chugging it all down in one gulp. You forgot how strong the burning feeling that followed was. After all, it had been a long time since you’ve taken shots.

For the rest of the time you spent at the party, you limited yourself to only 5 shots but you ended up drinking around… fifteen? You couldn’t remember, but Zayne was barely affected after ten of them. 

Once you decided you wanted to go home, you told Zayne and he agreed. Then, you two went out of the party to see…

“Zayne, give me your phone.” you demand of him.

“Why exa—” he stops mid sentence as soon as he sees you take the phone out of his pocket.

With a quick flash of his camera, you take a photo of the scene before you. For some odd reason, you just felt really awakened once you realised what was happening.

“Hey— what the hell!” the guy screams… then his eyes widen when he realises it's you. “W-wait… nonono, what did you just do?”

“Took a photo of you— since I’m just… ugh… such a big fan and all… I bet your girlfriend would be a big fan of this too.” you say, holding up the photo of him kissing another girl. 

“Wait.” he tries to grab your wrist before Zayne intercepts. He places himself in between you two like a barrier. 

“Z, don’t.” your tone is firm. You can do it yourself, you don’t need a stupid man to take care of you and he knows that. He silently sends the guy a death glare and then moves out of your way.

“How much?” he asks.

“Oh—! Finally you’re asking the good questions. I knew that brain of yours was more than just for sex.” you smile at him cheekily. “10k maybe?”

“Done.” said the guy, the girl pretty much long gone from the scene. 

Scanning his face, you see he’s glad. The price you set was probably pocket change for him so you did what any other sane person would do. “Actually… let’s bump it up… 100k?”

“O-one hundred k? That’s a bit of a stretch isn’t it?” he asks in a shocked tone.

It’s getting good now.

“No— not at all actually… but maybe you think your girlfriend isn’t worth 100k… Might as well tell her if you don’t value her enough to not hurt her feelings.” you reply.

“F-fuck! Fine… 100k. No more, no less.” he admits defeat.

“That’s more like it. I better get that transfer by 8 PM today or else… you know. Ta-ta~!” you bid him goodbye.

Hooking your arm around Zayne’s, you walk away with him. 

“Weren’t you a bit too rough with him, my love?” he asks.

Honestly, mentioning it now, you do kind of felt like you were a bit too hard on him. But, cheating on someone isn’t exactly a good thing either. “I-I don’t know…”

“...” he says nothing.

“Be honest, do you think I’m a whore?” you suddenly start interrogating him.

TheArchivist07 Post #012 April 22nd. 11:27PM. As the saying says, “Don’t bite off more than you can chew”, y/n

He thinks for a second, looking up at the sky as if it had the answer. “Hmm, do you sleep around a lot?” asked Zayne.

You think for a second, knowing you couldn’t say no to the question. Despite trying to stop it, you never really stopped. “M-maybe…”

“Then there’s your answer.” he states firmly, with his usual stoic calmness.

Without even realising what happened, tears just started welling up in your eyes— droplets sliding down your cheek and onto the hard, concrete pavement. 

Zayne seems visibly shocked as soon as he sees you crying. He didn’t say anything for a while, just rubbing the tears off with his thumb. To him, you looked beautiful crying— but not for this. He’d much prefer for you to be crying from pleasure rather than actual sadness.

“Z-zayne… everything hurts…” you manage to mumble in between sobs. “E-everything feels so— so— so hot… please make it stop…”

‘Did the drink I gave really work this fast?’ was what went through his mind, but you don’t know that. You never will. Using his hand, he feels your forehead for a fever. “No fever, you don’t feel hot from the outside at all.”

But on your end, you felt hot— flaming hot. You didn’t know what was happening; everything just hurt really bad. It was as if someone was burning you from the inside with a torch. 

“Can you walk?” he questions. 

“Y-yeah…” your head is spinning in circles now; there was a high-pitched ringing sound in your ear that wouldn’t stop either. 

In a panic, he slips an arm beneath your knees and the other behind your back before picking you up bridal style

“W-what are you doing…?” you breathe out, a bit startled but too much in a haze to care.

“Bringing you home,” he replies, voice low. He’s resolute, he thinks this is the only way.

—

The first thing he did as soon as you two arrived at his place was to put you down onto his bed… and get on top of you.

“Z-zayne… what are you doing?” you try to push him away, but he quickly grabs hold of both of your wrists.

“S-stop! Let go of me!” you scream.

He doesn't flinch. His pupils dilate and there’s a flash of something dark in his eyes… but it’s not angry. Just... intent. He’s intended for this to happen. He’s planned this to happen. It’s the inevitable now.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he murmurs. “You don’t understand what you do to me.”

You squirm beneath him, desperately trying to break free from his grasp which only tightens. There’s no malice in his expression— only a filthy, dirty obsession. Like he’s grateful you're here. Like this moment is something he’s been dreaming of. Like he’s been reciting this exact same scene in his head multiple times he could act it out to a T.

“Y’know you’re so perfect for me,” he gets closer to your neck, giving it a long wet kiss before starting to bite into the skin, leaving semi-permanent marks. You knew you were going to remember it, even if it faded away. 

“You were made for me, molded for me, shaped for me. Don’t you get it? This is fate. I know you don’t see it yet, but you will by the end of this.”

“Z-zayne… please… you don’t want to do this.” you beg him, but they just go in one ear and out the other.

“No, my love… I do want this. And you’ll want it to. I’ll make you beg for it.” he added, his voice in a dark tone. “You keep letting other men have sex with you— let me in too.”

“S-stop! Stop or I’ll tell mc!” you shriek.

He freezes in his spot, but not out of fear of being snitched… but out of disbelief. “My beloved… She helped make this happen… Wasn’t it weird when she told you to come to the party with me rather than her?”

That’s the moment it all seeps in for you. Everything that has happened with all of them just snaps into place. 

You didn’t know how long you were zoned out of it, because when you came back to reality… Zayne’s shaft was already disappearing into your body, kissing the deepest parts of your hole with every snap of his hips.

“Ugh… you’re so tight…” he mumbles in your neck, hand fondling with your tits.

Your dress was pulled from the top all the way down to your waist while your underwear was now resting at your ankles. Your bra was pushed up so high, it revealed the soft flesh that laid beneath it.

You couldn’t think anymore… you couldn’t feel anymore. The only thing that was able to process in your head was the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. It was passionate… slow… deliberate…

He wasn’t rough, he didn’t hold you as if you were going to disappear. He was loving. His touch was soft, caring to not to break you, as if you were a fragile piece of art. The rhythm he started with was gentle, letting you adjust to something more comfortable before going rougher. He knew you were still out of it, so he decided to be lenient.

If it were any other day, he can’t guarantee he would be as lenient.

TheArchivist07 Post #013 April 22nd. 8:12PM. Look out y/n,  You can’t underestimate the determination of a sex-deprived man.

—

“So, you couldn’t find an actual proper way to have sex with me so you decided to poison me with whatever the hell you poisoned me with… and raped me? I don’t think you reali—” you turn around on your seat… to see… your parents?

They look disappointed in you, as if you’d just done something wrong… this time, it’s super wrong. 

Slam!

The loud bang woke you up. It was just a dream… phew. You can’t describe how relieved you feel honestly. 

You let out a shaky breath, but something feels wrong. It’s all off, everything’s eerily weird. The ceiling above you isn’t yours. The faint scent in the room, the sheets, the dim lighting… none of it is familiar.

Your pulse quickens.

This isn’t your room.

You sit up abruptly, looking around in a panic. The bed you’re on is way too soft, you usually liked it a bit hard and the room was too nice, everything was quite neat compared to the mess you usually had. You’re in a whole new set of clothes too. Who the hell changed you? You don’t see your bag or your phone either. 

What the hell?

That’s when your eyes land on the phone on the nightstand. Definitely not yours. The wallpaper shows a not super blurred photo… like it was taken accidentally. But you know that phone. You’ve seen it in his hands.

Zayne.

Your breath catches.

You hesitate, then reach for the phone. You know it’s wrong, you know it’s invasive, but you can’t help yourself. Your thumb hovers, and to your surprise, the screen lights up. It’s unlocked.

Why is it unlocked?

You glance over your shoulder like someone might burst through the door, then quickly swipe through the messages. Most are boring. One’s from Sylus. Another from Xavier.

But then—

A message from a group chat named… “The y/n project.” There were practically thousands of messages sent in the group chat starting from… April 13th? Wasn’t that the day you came back?

You started reading the chats from this morning. The first one was sent from Zayne.

Zayne [6:36AM]: [Image]

Zayne [6:36AM]: She looked so peaceful sleeping. I could’ve kept her forever.

Sylus [6:37AM]: What if we just told her… maybe she wouldn’t run. But maybe I don’t want her to have a choice.

MC [6:40AM]: Bad idea… she’d run away, like the little bitch she is.

Caleb [6:42AM]: Let her run. I’d enjoy chasing her.

Rafayel [6:43AM]: We all know how this will end. She stays. She’s going to stay.

Caleb [6:44AM]: I don’t think she remembers what happened when she disappeared but we can’t let it happen again and that’s probably for the best.

Sylus [6:46AM]: Then we don’t let it happen. Do anything and everything it takes to keep her where we need her to be.

Zayne [6:48AM]: She’s already halfway there. She wants to trust us. She always does.

MC [6:49AM]: It’s cute how she thinks she still has a choice.

Xavier [6:50AM]: So when do we do it?

Then, nothing… You felt sick to your stomach. They’d been stalking and talking about you ever since you’d arrived.

Your breath hitches, fingers trembling as you place the phone back exactly where you found it. You swing your legs off the bed, trying not to make a sound.

You need to get out of here… like now. But then, why leave when things are getting good?

TheArchivist07 Post #014 April 23rd. 7:59AM. Nobody messes with a bitch and expect nothing in return What’s your move y/n?

You pick up Zayne’s phone again… and press the on record button. “Ngh~ It hurts… stop it Zayne… A-ahh…” you moan into the phone, anddd… sent.

You had no idea where Zayne even was, he could literally be anywhere in and out of the house. 

The phone flooded with texts and calls but you couldn’t bother. Seeing how messed up they were, they’d probably be better off in solitary confinement.

Speak of the devil, you look up and see the doctor. He has a breakfast-in-bed table all prepared for you in his hand and the other holding the door open. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Zayne says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze flicks to the bed, then to the phone on the table, and back to you.

You put on your most convincing smile. “You didn’t have to do all this for me,” you say, voice sugary sweet, even though you're internally screaming at yourself to punch him right across the face… but oh well.

He sets the tray down gently in front of you. “Well, after everything, you deserve to be pampered a little. Rest, food, peace…” He pauses. “Safety.”

You can tell he’s watching you carefully now, like he’s trying to figure out if you know something you’re not supposed to. Which you do. Of course you do.

“Oh, I feel very safe,” you say, grabbing a piece of toast and taking a bite like nothing is wrong. Like you didn’t just find out he and everyone else have been planning to trap you in some psychotic group project.

He sits beside the bed, fingers steepled in thought. “You’re shaking.”

You glance down. Dammit. Your fingers haven’t stopped trembling since you saw that chat. You quickly tuck them under the blanket and chuckle, “Just cold.”

He leans in slightly, close enough for you to see the shift in his eyes. That softness? Gone. “You were snooping, weren’t you?”

Your breath catches again for a second. Then you smile and tilt your head. “Is that what you think?”

He doesn't answer right away. His eyes move to the phone. He saw the notifications. He knows something’s off.

“I just want what’s best for you,” he murmurs.

“Funny,” you reply. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

And just like that, the game resets. You're not just surviving anymore. You’re playing.

“Y’know… when you’re snooping, you’re not supposed to leave traces.” he says, showing you his phone screen with the voice message you sent. 

You giggle awkwardly, then you make a break for it, but Zayne moves fast, slamming the door shut with his body. His eyes don’t even blink.

“You think we didn’t know what you’d do once you saw the chat?” he says, voice low.

Footsteps echo down the hallway outside the room.

“Zayne,” a familiar voice calls. MC. “She saw it, didn’t she?”

Zayne smirks slightly, he’s full on smiling if you were to squint. “Mmhm. Just like we planned.”

The door opens behind him, and in walk Sylus and Xavier, followed by Caleb and Rafayel, all calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that feels like a trap shutting. MC is the last to enter. 

“You always think you’re the smartest in the room, Y/n,” he says, slipping his phone into his pocket. “But you read the wrong messages.”

Sylus crosses his arms, eyes switching between you and Zayne. “The real plan wasn’t in that chat. That was just… insurance. We knew you’d look.”

“Honestly, I’m impressed. That voice message? Bold move.” Xavier joins in. 

“But you know what’s bolder?” Caleb steps forward, eyes glittering. “Thinking you could play us.”

“You’re not the only one with games, sweetheart,” Rafayel says smoothly. “So go ahead. Make your next move.”

You glance at the door, then at all of them. You’re surrounded, trapped by five men who know your tells, your past, your fears. And MC, the one who started it all, standing at the center like this was her little trap and you’ve just fallen into it.

“So,” MC says, eyes dark. “Wanna tell us why you’ve been acting so rebellious, so naughty? Or should we show you what it looks like when we all want to teach you a lesson?”

TheArchivist07 Post #015 April 23rd. 8:28AM. Looks like this is gonna be a long discussion for you y/n

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐱-𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is your ex, smut, vaginal sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. I've had this idea in my drafts for a super long time so I decided to go ahead and finish it! I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro missed you so goddamn much. The first and only girl he ever fell in love with.

At first, he was angry, but now he's just depressed. Everything reminds him of you. And he feels so incredibly lonely.

You broke up with Gyutaro over a month ago.

Your relationship lasted about 4 months until you just couldn't take it anymore. He was a decent enough boyfriend at first but as time passed it became more and more toxic.

He was controlling and extremely jealous. Getting angry anytime you'd try to hang out with your friends. Especially other men. He never trusted you even though you'd never dare cheat on him, and you never gave him a reason to believe you would.

He'd go through your phone without your permission and get into fights with you anytime you went out with your friends. You loved Gyutaro but it was exhausting dealing with this on a regular basis.

His insecurities got to be too much and he never stopped trying to control you no matter how many times you tried talking to him about it. So you eventually broke it off. Breaking Gyutaro's heart in the process.

Now that he had some time to process the breakup, he realizes what an asshole he's been. His biggest regret is taking you for granted.

You were so good to him, so sweet too. No girl has ever looked at him the way you did. Like he wasn't some ugly freak, or someone to be pitied. No, you made him feel normal. More than normal actually. He genuinely felt loved and attractive even.

Not to mention the sex was good too. God, it was phenomenal. Gyutaro told you he'd delete the videos and photos he had, but he lied. He still watches them on a daily basis. He can't bring himself to get rid of them. He's still so madly in love with you.

The thought of you lying beneath anyone else but him makes him furious. No other man should be able to touch you like he did. Maybe it's selfish, but you're his girl. You always will be in his mind. And he just hopes that you'll give him a second chance because living without you by his side is unbearable.

"Hey... r u free tomorrow?" he nervously texts you for the first time since you've broken up.

You sigh and roll your eyes when he texts you. A part of you misses Gyutaro, but you don't miss how controlling he was. However, you are willing to hear him out so you respond a few minutes later. "Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something? If u want to."

"Ok, that's fine."

"Cool! There's this new place I wanted to try, I'll send u the address. Meet me around 6."

And just like that Gyutaro successfully asked you out on a date! Well, in his mind it's a date to win you back. But in your mind, it's just a meetup to get closure about your relationship.

When you meet up with Gyutaro at the restaurant, you're suddenly overcome with emotions that you didn't expect yourself to feel. A longing for the man you once loved. You thought you were over him but maybe you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N!" He smiles, masking his inner sadness as he stands and gives you a hug.

A surprised sound leaves your lips when he embraces you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you again feels so familiar. So comforting that you can't help but long for it.

But you know you must resist. Remembering all of the turmoil and emotional pain he's put you through, you know you can't go back to that.

So, after a few seconds you pull away from the hug and give him a cordial smile, "It's good to see you again. How have you been?" You ask as Gyutaro pulls your seat out. How strange... he never did that when you were dating.

"I've been alright," he laughs nervously, obviously lying, "How about you? You look great."

"Thanks," you chuckle, "I've been good. Just focusing on work mostly..."

There's an awkward silence after the chit-chat ends and the waiter takes your orders. Neither of you know what to say. Gyutaro is sweating buckets right now, going through hundreds of scenarios in his head. Wracking his brain for the best things to say so he can win you back. But he can't decide so he just blurts it out.

"Listen Y/N, I want you back," he states with a shaky voice. And as you open your mouth to sternly decline, he quickly cuts you off before you can do so, "I know I was a dick. And I'm so sorry, for everything. I didn't treat you right at all, I realize that now... and I understand if it's too late. I know I'm an idiot for not treating you right the first time. But now that I've been living without you my life feels so empty. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up! I fucked up real bad," he tears up, "Every day just feels so fucking cold without you. There's no one else to blame but myself, I know that... but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."

He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of desperation. Like this is his one and only chance at happiness. The regret he feels was evident in how his voice quivered and his eyes filled with tears. There's no doubt in your mind that his words are genuine. But do you really believe he'll keep his word and change? Do you want to take that chance when you've already experienced a toxic relationship with him once?

"Gyutaro..." you say as you look down at the table, avoiding looking into his eyes because the longer you stare into them the closer you come to tears, "I-I don't know what to say."

This is a lot of pressure he's putting on you. But honestly, you should have expected it. You feel stupid for not thinking of this as a possibility when he texted you.

Gyutaro takes a deep breath, "It's alright. Sorry I did all that... you probably think it was pretty pathetic. I didn't mean to make things weird... we can just forget I said anything," he looks defeated as he slumps back in his chair.

"No, it wasn't pathetic at all. I actually really appreciate what you said," you say as you reach out and take his hand, "It means a lot to me that you owned up to your mistakes and apologized. I know it's not easy to do."

His eyes widen as he feels your soft touch, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you continue to speak.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend again, Gyutaro."

"R-Really?!" his face lights up, full of joy just like the first time you agreed to be his girlfriend.

Standing from his seat, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly before you even get the chance to get out of your chair. Almost knocking you over in the process. He's just so damn excited, he can't help himself.

"I promise I won't make you regret this, Y/N!"

The rest of the evening goes well enough, that after dinner you find yourself in Gyutaro's apartment. Being pounded from behind as he holds you in a spooning position on his bed.

Throughout the whole date at the restaurant, the sexual tension between the two of you was palpable. He's obviously missed fucking you, but you missed it too. You hadn't had sex at all since you had broken up, though you thought about it often. Images of Gyutaro would flash through your head every time you'd touch yourself.

You'd curse yourself for thinking of him, getting annoyed that the memories of you two being intimate wouldn't stop. But you couldn't help but think of him. No one has ever made you feel the way Gyutaro did.

He may have been an asshole at times, but he was amazing in the bedroom. He craved you day and night, and would worship you like a queen. It felt good being so desired by the man you were in love with. Not to mention the toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasms he'd give you too.

Now you lay here in his bed, practically screaming his name as he plunges into you. Fucking you just how he's learned you like it.

"Fuck, that's it baby," he groans as he pushes you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and holding them tightly as he thrusts into you again, "God, you fit like a glove. So perfect for me... it must be meant to be, huh? Don't worry babe, I won't let this pussy go unfilled ever again."

He whispers into your ear as he feels you tighten around him.

As you feel your climax approaching, you realize no one could ever make you feel like Gyutaro makes you feel. With every touch he graces upon your body, you're given another reason why you were meant to be his.

[mattsturnioloz]

Then I lost you.

Part 2.

Summary: Matt's career as a youtuber takes a toll on his 4 year relationship with his girlfriend, putting it on hold. Will it ever be the same again?

Pairings: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, unresolved angst (maybe)

A/N: (guys this is my first fic so please bear with me😭 l would love some feedback or tips though!!)

I was sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone and channel surfing, waiting for my boyfriend, Matt, to get back from filming a car video with his brothers, Chris and Nick. But over the course of the last couple of months, Matt has been distant and there was a rather uncomfortable feeling sitting in my chest. He would make up excuses as to why he couldn't hang out with me like he was filming, editing or streaming. It made me overthink. Did I do something? Does he still love- No, of course he still loves me. Right?

It was all too much and it gave me anxiety. Sure, I understand his career as a Youtuber can be a handful but I can't help but feel a bit neglected and it makes me feel guilty.. I sit there thinking for a moment, taking in the cool autumn smell that roamed through the house, listening to the patter of the soft rain drops falling onto the windows, trying to think of a way that I could get Matt to spend time with me.

I decide to cook a nice dinner for matt and I or at least attempt to, so I stand up and I head to the kitchen and decide on some ravioli which takes me about an hour but I did it.

Flashback

"What are you gonna get to eat?" | asked Matt.

"I'm not sure.. you know for a fancy restaurant, you'd think they'd have a variety of options." He says before raising his eyebrow at me, showing me the menu and we both chuckle.

"Our first date and i'm already messing up huh?" He says with a nervous chuckle.

"What?? No! you're not messing up i'm having fun." I said with a smile, reaching over the table to hold his hand and he gave me a lighthearted smile.

"Ravioli is the only decent thing they got here, think i'll go with that." He says closing the menu. "See? It's not all that bad, I just so happen to love ravioli. I think I can go for some too.” I smile.

Present

I set up the table with bowls and utensils before making my way to the bathroom and realize that look a bummy mess so l spend the rest of the time I had left before he got back to make myself look at least a little presentable. I feel an overwhelming but nice sense of excitement to spend time with him again. I change into a casual but nice outfit and decide to do a simple and natural makeup look.

I soon hear the sound of the front door opening and chattering following behind it. I make my way out of the room to greet Matt who was laughing with chris and nick.

"Hey baby! How was filming??" | say almost too enthusiastically but I was too excited to keep my cool. "It was alright." He says nonchalantly, which makes me turn my happy demeanor down a notch.

Chris goes downstairs to get ready for something and Nick goes upstairs to do the same. Leaving matt and I alone which was perfect so I take the chance.

"I made-" before I could say anything Matt interrupted me. "Hey, me nick and chris are gonna go to top golf with madi, and nate so I might be home a little late." My heart sinks and i'm flushed with dread but I don't give up so easily.

"Well I actually made dinner for us.. I was hoping we could spend a little time together since we haven't in a while." | say fiddling with my necklace getting a bit anxious.

"I'm sure it's amazing baby but I should go get ready, Save me some yeah?" He says, placing a gentle kiss on my temple before he walks towards our shared bedroom to get ready.

I sit at the table where our food is now cold and I feel a lump in my throat followed by a cold sinking feeling in my chest.

658 words.

A/N: (This is sloppy and I kind of hate it, js wanted to try this out to see what yall think. if you guys like it, i'll keep writing, if not then im never writing again and since it's my first fic I kept it short but if you guys like it, i'll make the next parts longer 🫶🏼)

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[daughterofcain-67]

𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after getting dumped by a guy you'd been talking to, you decided there wasn't much of a point in looking for love. You were better off just staying home and drinking while watching your comfort shows. well... perhaps the sheriff may be able to change your mind.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader gets dumped, alcohol, friends to lovers, smut MINORS DNI, Soft!Dom Beau, pet names (Sweetheart, Darlin(g) Princess, etc.) oral (fm receiving), cuffs, unprotected intimacy (reader's on birth control). Overstimulation. I think that's it???

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey guys, bare with me as this is my second smut. If anyone has any tips on how to better my writing when it comes to this sort of content please feel free to comment. Any advice is appreciated.

What was the point of getting all dolled up for someone that wasn't even going to give you the time of day?

You'd been trying to go on some dates here and there since it had been a while since you'd given it a shot. Besides, everyone deserved to have a little love in their life right? Why would you be an exception? You had plenty of things to offer. You were smart, and you were at least decent looking. Granted, you were no model or anything like that, but you didn't look like a potato grew arms and legs or anything. You took care of yourself, you were educated and had a decent job that you actually enjoyed. You thought you had a pretty good sense of humor and you at least tried to get along with everyone you met.

So what was stopping you when it came to finding a long term relationship?

About two months ago you downloaded a little dating app that Jenny Hoyt was telling you about. She recommended it because she claimed it was helping her at least talk to more people before she got back onto the dating scene. Now she was in a relationship with someone who was also a Private Investigator.

If it worked for Jenny, why couldn't it work for you?

So you gave it a shot.

A few days after you had downloaded the app you had started talking to a guy. His name was Preston. You didn’t expect anything to happen so fast and you didn’t want to get attached. Quick attachment was both dangerous and a little unrealistic, but you still found yourself getting excited to message him and you smiled every time you got a notification from him. When you two called you started to grow fond of hearing his voice before you went to bed. He had an adorable southern drawl that sounded like he was from the southern part of North Carolina and it cute whenever he said your name over the phone.

The both of you had even video called on numerous occasions so you knew what he looked like and he knew what you looked like. He was handsome and you thought the two of you would make the cutest couple if he ever asked you to be his girlfriend. Honestly you thought you could even be willing to move out of state just to be closer to Preston if things ever got serious.

The past two months flew by so fast and you were growing more and more fond of Preston. When he said he was going on a road trip and Montana was one of his stops, he said he wanted to meet you in person and that there was something he wanted to tell you. That excited you even more and you couldn't wait to find out what he wanted to say!

Preston told you when he was finally in Montana that morning and he would see you in a couple of hours. You had told him which diner to meet you at and when the time came you were practically on the edge of your seat. But as the time went on, he was about ten minutes late - which was fine, you had assumed maybe he got lost.

Then ten minutes became twenty. Then thirty. Then three hours suddenly flew by and that was when you finally got a notification on your phone.

The message Preston left you was heart breaking.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to have to do this... I wanted to tell you in person but I'm not good at this kind of thing. I just don't think we can work out. I just don't think we can really be that compatible with each other. It was nice talking to you, but it's time to move on... I'm sorry"

Before you even had the chance to type out a response, Preston had blocked you on practically everything. You couldn't even ask if there was anything you could do to at least try changing his mind.

And all of this brings you to where you are now...

With slightly puffy eyes and a reddened nose, you had just entered the closest liquor store. At least now you could see since the tears had stopped for the time being. You were roaming around the aisles, trying to decide how fucked up you wanted to get that night since you didn't have anything to do tomorrow. Then you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

You glanced over and you saw one of the sweetest women known to mankind was in the liquor store with you. Denise had the biggest smile on her face as she walked over in your direction, but her smile faltered the closer she got and her brows knitted with concern. That was your sign she must've noticed you'd been crying in your car for the past thirty minutes.

"Awe, sweetie.. you look terrible! Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked and you shook your head a little.

"Thanks, but no ma'am. It's just some allergies." You lied, though you doubted it was a believable story.

Nevertheless, the assistant at Dewell and Hoyt Private Investigations pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before adjusting her cardigan a little but the look of concern never left her face. You had told her you were talking with someone on the phone, so she knew you had some little app like Jenny had and Denise had been so excited for you. It had been a while since she'd seen you happy over a boy.

"Allergies... Sweetie if it's allergies, I don't think those wine coolers will do the trick if it's an allergic reaction to a fractured heart." She frowned and you could feel your eyes water again and you looked down at the wine coolers you'd been looking at when she noticed you.

"Recommend anything a little stronger?" You asked, trying not to have your voice crack.

Denise frowned a little, but she took you by the hand and the two of you walked over to a different section.

"What are you doing here anyways, Denise? I didn't take you for a drinker." You said and the woman smiled a little.

"I was just picking up wine to cook with. Then maybe another bottle to have a glass with a good book." She admitted, causing you to grin a little.

When the two of you made it to the selection of vodkas, you started looking at the different brands before you picked up a bottle of Absolut Vanilla and you looked over at Denise.

"I hope your cooking goes well. You'll have to tell me what you made next time I come over to the PI's office and see you." You said and Denise nodded.

"Just make sure you message me when you get home. The waterworks is dangerous for driving too." She warned and you chuckled a little before you nodded. Even when your heart was broken, this woman could still somehow make you smile.

"I will." You promised.

"The ache will pass, sweetie. There's plenty of people out there waiting for the right one, even some locals." She said and she gave you a soft hug, which you returned. Then when she let go, she gave your arm a little reassuring squeeze before she walked off to the wine section.

As for you, you went to the register and bought the bottle you wanted before you walked out of the store, paper bag in hand. Finally, you could go home and drink in peace and try to forget all about this disaster, forget about love altogether even.

Beau was sitting down at is desk, gaze downcast at the paperwork he'd been filling out related to an investigation that's been closed that afternoon. It didn't help much that his back ached because he had to chase a perp on foot that afternoon since he was a suspect for a different case.

Just as he closed the file, Beau heard his phone beginning to ring. He groaned a little to himself before he took his phone and looked at the caller ID only to grin when he realized it was Denise. He answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Denise! I thought you'd be at home relaxing, what are you doing calling me so late?" Beau asked as he looked at the computer screen in front of him to look at the rest of the work he needed to do.

"Hey Beau, on your way home tonight can you do me a favor? It's about Y/N."

Once Beau heard your name slip through the speaker he stopped what he was doing so he could pay attention to Denise.

"What's going on with her? Is she alright?"

"Calm down, Cowboy. She's okay. I just need you to do a little wellness check on your way home tonight."

Beau looked at the time on the computer screen and he realized he was about to head home anyway after printing off some work he could take with him, "Looks like you caught me at a good time. I'm about to head out in a few minutes anyway. When did you last hear from Y/N?"

"Oh just a few minutes ago here at the liquor store. I was picking up some cooking wine when I saw her and Beau.. she really needs someone to talk to. She wasn't hysterical or anything, but she does seem to have an easier time talking with you about things." Beau rubbed the back of his neck at Denise's words.

"I'm not sure what gave you that idea." Beau chuckled a little but Denise scoffed.

"Oh don't give me that. You and I both know better than that." She said.

"If you say so. But I can stop by before heading home tonight." The sheriff promised with one last chuckle.

"Thanks Beau. I knew I could count on you. I'll talk to you soon, 'kay?" And with that, Denise hung up the phone.

Beau shifted his eyes at a picture on his desk. It was an image of you, him, Denise, Jenny and Cassie. The five of you had taken that after a state fair the previous year. He'd originally gone alone that year since he wanted to find something to do that night since it had been your day off. Then he ran into you since you were by yourself too. Then somewhere along the way you both had ran into Cassie, Jenny and Denise and the five of you spent that evening together.

You had always been sweet to him ever since he came into town. The both of you hit it off pretty well and he'd ended up inviting you to several movie nights whether it was with just him or if it was with Jenny, Cassie and Denise included. And all of this was while Beau was here as a temporary sheriff, but the more he was around you, the more Beau was finding a reason to stay here indefinitely.

Beau had to admit, he had a soft spot for you. Well, maybe it was more than just a little spot but he didn't think you'd be interested so it's just better if he put those feelings on a shelf. And if Denise called him to do a wellness check on you, something must've been wrong.

Beau got up from his desk after he'd started printing off whatever he needed to and he shut off the computer. Once he had everything together, he grabbed his jacket and paperwork that was now in a folder and he was out of the door before he made it to his car.

Finally, after leaving the station Beau made it to your house. He parked the car and got out before he started looking around the premises just incase something was wrong. Nothing seemed to be out of place, and there didn't seem to be any red flags when it came to the exterior of the house but he wanted to be thorough. When he walked up the porch he noticed the door was closed so it's not like anyone broke in from what he noticed. So Beau lifted a hand and gently knocked on the door.

He heard the sound of a TV going as well as a thump and Beau heard you curse from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later the door opened up and Beau saw you rubbing your shin a little before standing upright. You were wearing nothing but a hoodie and some biker shorts, your hair was in a messy bun and he could tell you were trying to recover from crying, though you'd taken your makeup off already so the mascara wouldn't run down your face.

"You okay, Darlin?" Beau asked and he caught a whiff of some alcohol on your person.

"Yeah, just hit my shin getting up from the couch. Something I can help you with Beau?" You asked as you leaned your head against the door.

Beau noticed your cheeks were a little red but you were still able to annunciate your words. So maybe you were a little buzzed since you didn't seem to be drunk at the moment. You still had your senses about you, at least he hoped so.

"Um.. Denise asked me to check up on you. She seemed worried about you. Is... it okay if I come in?" Beau asked and you nodded a little before letting go of the door and you started walking back over to the couch.

"She really shouldn't be worried. I'm alright." Beau heard you say as he shut the door. Then he walked over and sat down beside you on the couch.

"Sweetheart, a person that's 'okay' doesn't just show up teary eyed at a liquor store intent on drinking alone." He replied and he turned the bottle around to take a look at what you were drinking.

"And drinking vanilla vodka no less. I might've gone for whisky myself." From the corner of his eye, Beau watched you shrug a little. Then he sat up again and looked at you.

"So... you gonna tell me what's going on?"

You sighed a little as you took another sip of the vodka before setting your glass down. You stared blankly at the TV that was just playing an episode of Friends since you weren't sure what else to put on.

"It's stupid. You'll think it was a waste of time for Denise to even have told you to come and check on me." You said and Beau put his hand on one of yours, covering the top of it.

"It's not a waste of time. Whatever you're going through, it matters. No matter how big or small the issue is, your feelings matter. You don't need to invalidate yourself because you think it's a waste of someone's time."

You looked at him, not sure why he felt the need to tell you something like that. But whatever the reason, you could tell Beau was being genuine with you. Then again, you couldn't exactly recall a time when he ever lied to you about anything.

You sighed a little and you looked down at your phone that was laying on the coffee table next to the bottle of Absolut. The screen was black since you'd turned it off after letting Denise know you were home. Would Beau really care if you told him everything? Might as well tell him since he was here.

"It's just... I should have known dating apps were stupid and this guy was too good to be true." You said, then you proceeded to explain why you got the app in the first place and the ordeal with Preston that evening.

"Wait, if he wasn't going to tell you in person, why bother coming to Montana at all on his road trip?" Beau asked and you shook your head.

"I don't know...."

Beau softened at the defeated tone in your voice. He reached out and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You didn't resist and Beau felt you relax against his touch as he placed a soft kiss on your head.

"I'm just so tired of being alone.... This isn't where I wanted to be in life right now." You said.

"And where did you think you'd be?" Beau asked as his fingers started running through your hair softly as he massaged your scalp.

"I thought that if I wasn't married by now... I'd at least be in a serious relationship with the right guy. Like yeah I'm independent, I have a great job and it's not bad living by myself. It's not like I desperately need to have a man in my life but.. being alone gets tiring. It just sucks after a while." You began.

"It gets too quiet in the house sometimes and it's just nice to have someone to come home to. It's nice to actually feel wanted by someone. I thought I'd be in a relationship with a guy that if I'm home before he is after work, I could be in the kitchen doing whatever task and he'd be the guy to surprise me out of the blue with some flowers, maybe he'd turn off the water if I'm in the middle of dishes and he'd pull me into his arms and dance with me right there in the kitchen just because we could." You continued and you could feel your eyes starting to water up and burn with tears again.

"But that shit's not in the cards for me and I get it now. I must be defective or something." You scoffed and got up from leaning against Beau, rubbing one of your eyes with the palm of one of your hands. Then you reached over to grab your glass again but then a large hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from drinking anymore.

You turned your head to look over at Beau, who's gaze seemed to soften and he pulled your wrist softly which caused you to stop reaching over for the vodka. Then you felt him let go of your wrist and he reached up before he started wiping whatever tears you'd missed from your cheeks.

"You aren't defective. Far from it." Beau spoke with such sincerity that you almost wanted to believe it.

"You're saying that because we're friends..." You rolled your eyes and looked away at the TV screen.

Beau's jaw tensed and he cupped your face in his hands before he made you look at him again.

"I'm not just saying that. You should know by now that I wouldn't lie to you." he insisted and you looked down at the space in between you.

"Then what's wrong with me?" You whispered and closed your eyes, doing your best to stop anymore tears from forming. You were so tired of crying, tired of feeling this way.

Beau watched you divert your gaze away again but this time he didn't force your gaze to look at him. Instead, he carefully pulled you into him again and let your head go back to his shoulder.

"Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. I hate that some random asshole on a stupid app made you feel this way. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. It would be a privilege to be with someone like you. You have so much to offer, and if what's-his-face couldn't see that then all it means is he's to ignorant to realize what he walked out on, or he's clearly incapable of seeing a good thing even when it's right in front of him like other people." Beau said as his hand rested against the back of your head.

"I just feel like whatever person I'm supposed to be with is just stuck in a different timeline. I can't find him no matter how hard I try." You sighed, but this time your voice didn't sound quite as broken which was something you were grateful for.

"Maybe.. maybe you just need to look in a couple of different places. Or maybe..." Beau trailed off, nearly hesitant.

"Maybe..?"

"Maybe... the sort of person you're looking for might be closer to you than you think they are."

You slowly lifted your head from Beau's shoulder and you looked at the sheriff. Your eyes met with his and there was a lingering silence between you before you found yourself looking at his lips. Would it be wrong of you to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours?

You looked up into his eyes again and placed a soft hand on his chest, "Maybe... you could help me look in the right places for that person."

Beau nearly couldn't believe his ears, and the way you were looking at him almost made him wonder if he was dreaming this up in this head. Maybe he was at the station again slumped over sleeping at his desk or something.

The moment you started getting closer, Beau relaxed and put a hand on your cheek, "I'll show you more than that, Darlin... only if you let me."

After you nodded, Beau slowly leaned in before his lips barely grazed over yours, giving you a chance to pull away if you had second thoughts. You, on the other hand, put a hand on his cheek before deepening the kiss and let him know there wouldn't be second thoughts.

The kiss started sweet, slow and gentle. Beau was so careful with you, almost like he was scared he'd break you but he loved the way your lips felt against his own. You loved how sweet Beau was with you in this moment and you couldn't help but melt all because of a kiss. You didn't know how long you've been kissed, but this felt more right than anything you'd done before. But it wasn't long before the swirling feeling in your stomach made you want a little more.

With your lips still attached, you slowly moved to where one thigh went over Beau's lap and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him. He placed one of his large hands on your thigh while the other was behind your neck as if trying to pull you closer into the kiss. You could tell he was still trying to be careful and not push any boundaries, so you reached down and moved his hand from your thigh and pulled it up to where it was on your hip and you slid forward into him so where both your cores touched.

Beau let out a soft groan against your lips before he pulled away and he looked up at you again. You looked down at him, confusion on your face.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart. It's just that.. you've been drinking and I don't want this to turn into something you regret later on. Are you sure this is something you want?" Beau asked.

"Beau, it takes a lot more than a glass and a half of vodka to make me delirious and incapable of making decisions with a sound mind. You caught me before I got to that point and I'm okay right now. Whatever happens tonight... I won't regret it. It'll be a sober choice so there's nothing for you to feel bad about. I promise." You reassured in a whisper, then you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

After that, Beau seemed to be a little less tense beneath your touch now that he knew you were sober enough to consent to whatever would happen next. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of you and make you uncomfortable. Beau leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before he started kissing up your neck gently. He smiled against your skin at the way you'd giggle at the way his beard would tickle your neck.

"Ticklish, are we?" He asked and you blushed a little.

"Maybe just a little sensitive." You confessed and Beau hummed a little before he leaned in and kissed you again.

This time, with this kiss Beau seemed to have more certainty in his actions. He was still just as gentle as before but this time it was like he had a little more ambition. It was more than a chaste kiss to start. He tilted his head and you could feel the tip of his tongue lightly graze your bottom lip as if asking permission to slip inside. As soon as your lips parted, you felt his tongue slip past and he kissed you deeply like it was his personal mission to take your breath away.

As he kissed you, you could feel your heartbeat hasten. Goosebumps were starting to form on your arms with the adrenaline you were beginning to feel. You hadn't been kissed like this in so long that you'd practically forgotten what it felt like. Your cheeks were heating up and your hands went to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair at the base of his neck.

Beau loved the way your fingers felt in his hair. If he could melt in your arms he could right then and there and he didn't want this feeling to go away. You kissed him back with passion and he was glad things didn't seem to be one sided at least for tonight. You deserved to be loved, deserved to be shown just how beautiful you were.

He slowly let one of his hands slip beneath your hoodie and he realized you weren't wearing a shirt underneath. The second he felt your skin beneath his fingertips he felt like he could get lost in you. What caught him by surprise though, was when you wrapped your pretty lips around his tongue and sucked on it softly. It was like you were trying to make him lose all the self control he had.

Beau placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him, letting your cores touch again that way you could feel exactly what you were doing to him. You moaned against his mouth and around his tongue before he pulled away from your lips.

"Rock..."

You were just as breathless as Beau was but all it took was that simple word and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. You slowly began to move your hips and you could feel the hardness beneath his jeans against the thin material of your biker shorts. You were already beginning to feel his affect over you but this took things to a different level as you felt him against your clothed core. He already felt so hard and so big and rocking against him like this was enough to drive you crazy.

Your thighs were already beginning to shake when Beau put both his hands on your hips and pulled you down herder against him. You moaned softly as he moved your hips and you felt even more of him and once Beau hit a certain spot, you gripped down on his covered shoulders.

"B-Beau..."

"Steady now, Sweetheart. Keep going. You can do this." He said sweetly though his movements were getting faster and he started to move his hips up into you.

You were beginning to moan a little louder as you continued to let Beau rub your cunt against his bulge and your thighs were shaking a little more and you gripped down harder on his jacket. Your movements were becoming more erratic and you were so close to coming undone.

"Beau, I'm-"

"Go ahead, Princess. Don't hold back."

As soon as he said those words, you came undone in your biker shorts. You could feel the wetness soaking the clothes between your legs as your core throbbed around nothing. Your legs shook against him, but Beau let his hands gently rub over your thighs in a soothing fashion.

"I'm so sorry... that's so embarrassing." You said and hid your face in your hands, causing Beau to chuckle before he took your hands away from your face and kissed your palms.

"Don't hide from me, Y/N. And don't be sorry... that was perfect. You did amazing for me." You nodded a little but you still felt flustered.

"Where's your bedroom, Sweetheart?" He asked as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"U-Upstairs. First room." You stammered, though you were getting the feeling that he was far from done with you.

Beau lifted you up in his arms with little to no effort at all and he carried you up to your bedroom. He felt your soft lips against his neck and he smiled to himself. He had no clue you could be adorable in times like this, and he couldn't wait to make tonight all about you.

Once he stepped into your bedroom, he walked over to your mattress and carefully laid you down. When you let go and he got a better look at you, he swore his heart was about to leap from his chest. Your cheeks were dusted with pink and your lips were swollen from his kisses. You were so cute like this.

"Would it... be okay if I undressed you, Darlin?" Beau asked.

"Only if I get to see you too." You compromised and Beau smiled as you sat up.

You reached up and started with the sheriff's jacket. You slid it off his shoulders and Beau tossed it onto the floor somewhere. Then you started to unbutton his flannel shirt only to reveal his chest but before you could slide it off his shoulders and get a better look, Beau took your hands to stop you.

"Your turn, Sweetheart." He said and you nodded a little.

Beau reached down and carefully gripped the bottom of your hoodie before he slowly began to pull it up. Once the hoodie was over your head, you could feel your body grow cold but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest covering them up since you didn't have a bra under your hoodie. The next thing you knew, Beau held one of your hands but didn't pull them away from your chest - instead he gave you a soft gaze.

"Y/N... I told you already. Don't hide from me." He said as he let his thumb graze over your knuckles.

Your cheeks flushed again but you nodded a little before you slowly pulled your arms down from your chest so he could get a better look at you.

"God... you're so pretty, Sweetheart." Beau said when he saw you. He couldn't get enough of you when he saw you like this. You were so breathtaking and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

He leaned down and you laid down on the bed as he started to hover over you. But when Beau leaned down next to your ear, you bit your lip at the way his breath felt against your skin as he spoke.

"If you hide from me again, then I'll have to do something about those pretty little hands of yours." He said as he kissed your temple again.

That statement alone made you get butterflies in your stomach. A part of you couldn't help but be a little curious about what he would do but you wanted to comply. When he pulled away, you looked up at him and you swore you were seeing some kind of vision above you.

Beau hadn't turned the light on when he brought you into the bedroom, and the curtains of your window were opened so the moonlight was hitting him just right and he looked absolutely divine hovering over you like this.

"Fuck.." You breathed out as you took in the sight of him, just for Beau to chuckle.

Beau bit down on his bottom lip before he started to take off his flannel shirt since you'd unbuttoned it already. You're eyes widened when he slipped the material off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere with the jacket. You had no idea he would look this good. His top half was a sight to see and you couldn't believe this was real. You slowly reached up and let your fingertips touch his chest before it trailed down his abs.

"God I must be hallucinating this whole thing." You said and Beau chuckled a little before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"Believe me, you aren't." Beau promised before he pulled away from you and he slowly started to kiss down your neck again.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N... gorgeous in every way." Beau whispered between kisses.

You could feel his kisses grow hot and the feeling of his teeth against your skin made you feel almost ecstatic. His mouth continued to trail down your body and the next thing you knew, you felt his hot breath over one of your breasts, causing you to shiver before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, making your breath get caught in your throat. Then, Beau's other hand glided up the skin of your stomach before it cupped your other breast in his palm. He gave your mound a little squeeze before he took your erect nipple between his fingers and pinched it softly, causing you to moan his name.

With every movement of his mouth and every pinch he gave, you could feel yourself losing your mind. You squeezed your thighs together as he switched and gave your opposite breast his attention. His tongue swirled around your nipple. Both nipples were growing hard beneath his touch because of his actions and soft little whimpers were making their way past your lips.

"Beau.. y-your mouth feels so good." You breathed out as one of your hands went to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer.

After a few moments, Beau moved away from your chest and his kisses trailed down your stomach before he stopped. His hands were at the waistband of your biker shorts and he looked up at you.

"You doing okay, Princess? Do you want to keep going?" He asked and you nodded instantly.

"God yes..."

Beau smirked up at you and the moment you saw it, it about killed you. Even his smirk could make you weak in the knees.

Beau found it adorable how easy it was to get you flustered. You were so adorable like this and he loved the affect he had over you. He bit down on his lip as you slowly lifted your hips and he tugged down your shorts, revealing your glistening core that was still wet from your previous high.

Before he could get a good look at it though and spread your legs, your hands flew down to cover them up again, making Beau glare up at you.

"What did I tell you about that?" He asked you and you bit your lip.

"S-Sorry, I couldn't help it." You admitted but Beau shook his head a little.

"I told you, I'd have to do something about those hands if you covered yourself like that again, Princess." He reminded as he reached behind his back.

"Give me your wrists." He said in a way that told you this wasn't up for debate and he pulled out his handcuffs that had been in the back pocket of his jeans.

Flustered and speechless, you nodded. When you offered your wrists to Beau, he took them and put the cuffs on one of your wrists, looped it around a part of your headboard before hooking the other cuff around your second wrist, leaving you helpless with both your arms above your head so you couldn't try hiding yourself from him again.

"How does that feel, Princess. Are they too tight?" He asked and you shook your head.

"N-No. They feel fine." You promised.

"Good." He nodded a little before he went back to your lower half.

Then, he parted your thighs so he could get a better look at you. Your folds seemed to drip with your arousal and release and Beau couldn't help but ache in his jeans at the sight of you like this.

"So damn stunning..." He breathed out as he slowly kissed from one of your knees down your thigh. Then, he started to nip at your skin the closer he got to your core.

Beau settled between your legs and draped your thighs over his shoulders before he let his tongue gently glide through your folds as slow as possible. He groaned at the tase of you and his length twitched in his pants because of it. He didn't think he'd ever tasted something so heavenly and your moans sounded so pretty in his ears as he continued to lick through your folds.

You were trying your damn best not to lose control of yourself, but Beau's mouth did absolute wonders on your body. His tongue went through your folds so effortlessly and it felt like pure ecstasy. Without even realizing it, you were beginning to raise your hips in an effort to get closer to his mouth. But the moment he found that special little bundle of nerves, it was over.

"Fuck, Beau." You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it.

Then, you started feeling something poking at your entrance. With a slow thrust, while Beau's mouth was working its magic, he took his finger and slipped inside of your core with ease. He curled up his finger and found your spot almost instantly.

The way he moved his finger was so blissful mixed with the work of his tongue. You could feel his beard scraping between your thighs, making them burn in the best way possible. After a while, Beau slipped a second finger into you, making your core stretch around his fingers. You moaned softly and your hands turned into fists above your head. You wished you had listened so you could run your fingers through Beau's hair.

"Beau-fuck.. please, d-don't stop." You pleaded and when you tried to raise your hips again, Beau took his free hand and pinned you down to the mattress and started to devour you as if he'd never get another chance.

Beau couldn't get enough of the way you sounded, couldn't get enough of your taste. If he could, he would absolutely drown himself in you. He slipped a third finger inside you and you moaned even louder for him. He could feel your legs beginning to shake around his head as his fingers curled and hit that sweet spot of yours again.

He pulled his lips away from your clit and he looked up at you, seeing you struggling against your restraints. Your cheeks were so red and your face looked so adorable like this when you felt good from just his fingers alone. He loved watching the way your body was squirming against him, watching the way you were moving your hips into his hand but then he started to feel your walls clench around his three fingers.

"B-Beau, I'm c-close.."

"Go ahead Princess. Relax and let it happen. Let go of yourself on my fingers." He encouraged as he kept his pace steady.

Then, Beau watched in awe at the way you came undone all over his fingers. He slowed the pace of his hand and used the other to rub your thighs soothingly before he finally pulled his fingers out of your sensitive core.

"You did so well for me, Beautiful." Beau whispered before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You hummed into his mouth, not caring that you could taste yourself on his lips. His kisses were so addicting and if you could, you wondered if you could kiss him forever.

Unfortunately you couldn't find that out because Beau had pulled away from your lips and when you opened your eyes, you realized he was grabbing a key from his pocket. He reached up and unlocked the cuffs, releasing your wrists and without hesitation you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him again.

He gasped in surprise but he relaxed against your touch and closed his eyes again. He let his clean hand cup your cheek before he pulled away and he looked down at you.

You already looked so worn out in the prettiest way possible and he almost didn't want to ask if you wanted to keep going because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. But when Beau felt your fingers hook themselves around his belt loops to pull him closer, he knew he needed to say something.

"Y/N... if you let me do this I can't turn back." Beau warned you, but you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek.

"Who says I want you to turn back? I want you to keep going, Beau. I trust you." You whispered and moved a stray hair away from his face.

Beau smiled softly before he leaned down and let your noses nuzzle together in a little eskimo kiss before he pecked your lips before he pulled away. Then he reached down to start unbuckling his belt, but that was when he felt your smaller hands over his own.

"Let me do it." You told him as you sat up.

Beau bit down on his lip as he took his hands away and let you start to unbuckle his belt. Your hands were so delicate and he smiled to himself as he watched you start to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. Your reaction when you slid his jeans down was priceless. He didn't think you could possibly get any redder until you saw what was under his jeans.

"You're cute when you're flustered, you know that Sweetheart?" He asked and you bit your lip and looked up at him again.

"Are you sure it'll fit?" You asked.

After all, you had never seen a shape that large even if it was covered up by his boxers. You had to admit it was a little intimidating, but then you felt Beau move a strand of hair from your face.

"It it ever gets to be too much, you can always tell me to slow down or stop." Beau promised and you nodded a little.

"Lay back down for me, Princess." He said and you did so obediently before he started hovering over you.

"Do you have any protection, Sweetheart?" He asked and you shook your head a little.

"I'm on the pill. You'll be okay." You insisted and he nodded a little.

You gazed at him as he started to slide his boxers down and finally revealed himself. You gulped harshly, unsure if you'd ever seen anything quite like him. Scratch that, you were positive you hadn't seen a man quite that size.

Beau hovered over you again and you spread your legs out for him. As he lowered his hips into yours, your breath got caught in your throat again. His shaft slid between your folds and it felt so good against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the feeling of him rubbing against you and your hands roamed up from his forearms up to his shoulders before you wrapped them around his back.

"Beau.. don't be a tease. Please.." You whispered your plea as you kissed his collar bone.

Beau smiled to himself when he heard your soft spoken words before he nodded a little. After that, he took his length and carefully pushed the tip against your entrance. Then he finally pushed it in and your walls wrapped around him in the best way possible. Beau let out a groan at the way you felt around him, so warm and tight despite having stretched you out.

"Fuck, Y/N... you're so damn perfect." He breathed out.

You moaned in pleasure at the stretch. He already felt so good inside you and you loved the way he sounded because of you. You didn't think you were capable of making someone feel this good, but it felt so reassuring. Rejuvenating even.

After a couple of seconds, Beau slid more of himself inside you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming at the pleasure of it all. You could already fill him so deep inside of you and you knew this was past the point of return for the both of you. You reached beside your head and gripped onto the sheets of your mattress as you tried to adjust to his size again.

The moment Beau finally pushed the rest of himself into you though, you white-knuckled the sheets and cried out his name. This feeling was so much more than you could fathom and you felt breathless with the pleasure of having Beau filling you up to the brim like this. You didn’t think you’d ever felt this stuffed in your life.

“H-Holy shit…” Beau grunted, loving the way you sounded as he filled you completely to the brim. When he looked down at you, he gulped harshly at the sight of a bulge showing in your stomach.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.” He said and he lifted a hand before he pressed it down against your stomach. The both of you moaned in response to the way that pressure felt and Beau sure that if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose it right there.

Beau leaned down before he started to kiss your cheek, causing you to relax your grip on the sheets and he felt your gentle hands on his arms. Then he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He placed one hand on your thigh and his other arm slid behind your back and pulled you closer into himself. Your chest was pressed against his and he could feel the way you hid your face into his neck as he stayed still inside you, letting you adjust to everything.

“Are you feeling okay, Princess?” He asked you softly, you nodded into his neck in response.

“Is it alright if I move?” Another nod came from you and he slowly began to move his hips.

Beau heard the sweetest sounds escape your lips as you whimpered softly with his slow movements. The friction between the two of you felt so good and he didn’t remember the last time he had felt so good with a woman. He continued to move slowly against you and he felt the way you started to grip at his shoulders. He hissed a little at the way your nails began to dig into his skin and he started to gradually move faster.

“Beau.. I-I need you to go faster.” You begged and Beau grunted deeply.

He paused for a moment before he parted your thighs from around his waist and pressed your knees against your chest. You screamed at the deeper angle and he started to move his hips faster. The sounds in the room were wet and lewd. When Beau looked down he could see you practically creaming around his cock. His length was covered with your slick and it was beginning to leak onto the sheets.

Your heart was racing and you felt like you were losing your mind. You walls were clenching around Beau’s length and you swore you were about to come undone again. The pit in your stomach was starting to tighten again and you felt like you were about to cum for a third time and you felt so sensitive as it is.

Beau felt beads of sweat start to roll down his temple as he continued to move. He bit down on his lip at the way your walls clenched around him so tightly. He could feel your body trembling beneath him before he started to slam himself into you again. He started thrusting even faster, deeper and Beau couldn’t restrain himself anymore.

“God, Y/N… you’re too fucking good.” Beau cursed and he took one of your hands before placing it beside your head, holding your wrist to the mattress.

“Beau, I can’t h-hold it. C-Close.” You warned and Beau nodded.

“Can’t hold it either. Give it to me, Sweetheart. Need you to come undone on me like.” Beau said though his voice was strained.

You listened to his words and you focused on the way Beau pounded into you. You focused on how deep he felt inside you, how he hit even the deepest parts of you that made you see stars. The next thing you knew, Beau had his fingers on your clit again rubbing harsh circles against those nerves. It didn’t take long after that for you to arch your back and you came harder than you had before. You screamed out his name and you swore you could even see white for a moment.

Beau watched as you came to your release. It had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. When your back arched he looped his arm behind you again and held you close to his chest as he rode out your high while you shook in his arms. He felt something warm spray onto his abdomen and he let out a curse. When he looked down he realized there was a clear liquid between you two and that was when Beau realized you’d squirted onto him.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out. He didn’t know he’d made you feel that good but he loved the way he could make you feel if this was the reaction he’d get.

You opened your eyes and slowly looked up at Beau through your lashes. Then you lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.

“Beau.. N-Need you to cum inside me. Please.” You begged and Beau was already so close as it is.

Beau was so hard that it physically ached and he didn’t know how much more he could take. But when he heard those words escape your lips, it was over for him. He took your hand away from his cheek and pinned it down to the bed again before he intertwined your fingers with his.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect. Shit..” Beau cursed as he squeezed your hand tightly.

After a few more thrusts, Beau finally released into you. You shuddered against him as he filled you up with his release and you could even feel his release coming out and running down your ass onto the sheets.

Both of you stayed still while Beau was still buried deep inside of you, You carefully leaned up and started to place soft kisses on his shoulders before making your way up his neck. Your free hand was lightly scratching his back with your fingernails in a soothing manner to try and calm him down from his own high while he still held your other one beside your head.

Beau trembled beneath your touch, feeling more sensitive than he’d expected to be. Then again, it had been a while since he’d slept with someone too so maybe you both needed a night like this more than you thought you did.

“Thank you…” Your voice broke Beau from his thoughts.

He hummed a little as his brows narrowed before he looked down at you.

“What are you thanking me for?” He asked softly.

“For checking on me tonight. For making me feel like I can be worth something to someone.” You whispered and Beau softened before he took the hand that was beside your head and pulled it between you two. He flipped your hand and kissed the back of it, never breaking eye contact with you.

“I told you.. all you had to do was look in the right places.” He said and smiled down at you. Then he leaned down and kissed your lips softly. Then he started to pull away and when he was about to pull out of you, you wrapped your legs around him again.

“Don’t go just yet.” You whispered.

“Y/N, I won’t be going anywhere. But I do need to clean you up and get you into some clean sheets before you get some rest.” Beau said and you hummed softly.

“That can wait a few minutes… couldn’t it?” You asked and Beau smiled softly.

“I suppose it could.” He replied and he leaned down, placing soft kisses on your own shoulder.

“For the record… dating apps are over rated. You could do so much better than total strangers.” Beau said softly between kisses.

“I think I may have found better.” You whispered and Beau lifted his head and he smiled down at you.

He leaned down to kiss you once more and you knew that you could trust Beau with everything. You wondered if maybe he could be everything you wanted, and needed. Maybe this was the opened door to something you had always dreamed of and Beau was right. You just needed help finding where to look.

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[katsus-mistress]

We don't have enough of Katsuki in a qpr, so I'm gonna pop off and make my own contributions

Bakugou Katsuki QPR hcs

TW: aroace!Katsuki OR aroace!reader idgaf. Either ways they're in a qpr. They're bestie for life I love this dynamics. This is based on my experience with my qpps. 1.1k

• Okay so. I need to fangirl and mention that I LOVE the fact that Katsuki is a versatile fucking mf. Like you can interpret him romantic or aromantic, loud or quiet, cocky or shy, and he fits all of those hcs. We love a multifaceted king in this house.

• Getting into the real thing, Katsuki SCREAMS "uninterested in romantic relationships" to me. Like, he's way too obsessed with becoming the no.1 and competing with Izuku to even think about having a serious relationship, romantic or otherwise.

• I can't decide on how reader and Katsuki met, but it feels like a 'strangers to qpp' or 'childhood friends to qpp' situation. Either ways I think the first step was always catching his eye.

• Hey. Why not write for both.

✨️Strangers to QPP💗

First meet

• Lmao okay I always imagine reader not being from UA. Maybe an artistic reader who's pursuing Designing or Philosophy (haha mad self insert here). They have their creative hobbies, maybe a painting class or ceramics making.

• This is during the beginning of Katsuki's Pro Hero years. Let's say 25-ish. He's had some time to explore his feelings and has come to the conclusion that they're complicated. He likes the idea of being in a relationship but doesn't really want to, ykwim?

• Like sure having a romantic partner sounds pretty cool and he'd love to have someone like that but the whole thought of meeting someone and having to date gives him the ick. He'd much rather stay at home and make himself a 5-star michelin-level spicy dish. Plus he has friends who love to badger him a bit too much so he's never lonely.

• So him being active in the dating pool seems unlikely. He's just... there. Just doing his own thing. Like a "if The One walks into my life I'll pursue them but I'm not putting any efforts to find them."

• I imagine him and reader meeting during a ceramics class. Shouto forced him and Izuku to try it out for once. He could only say no so many times.

• Barely gives your face one glance before forgetting about it. Focuses on making the perfect mug. Gets mad when he can barely shape it well.

• You probably notice him first. Like everyone else in the room, you recognise the three Pros but decide to give them their space. They deserve to feel like normal people, after all.

• Post-class, when everyone's going around admiring each other's mugs, you observe Dynamight's mug. It's decent, for a first-timer. You compliment him, and his only response is a 'tch.'

Becoming friends

• I think he'd end up enjoying ceramics. The meditative lull of focusing on the clay, pinching it, shaping it, giving it a wonderful form. He ends up signing up full-time.

• You end up making conversations here and there. It's short and polite. You've understood he's not a very talkative person during class.

• Post class he may be upto talking, but it's only limited to actual conversations. The second someone tries to make small talk with him, he's out of the building.

• I feel like the main thing that helps bonding with him is having a similar sense of humor. Like, one day your pot falls apart mid-session, and you mutter, "fucking– wonky pigeon-looking ass" and hear the loudest snort from behind you.

• You whip your head around and see him still focusing on his pot, just with a smirk on his face. Congrats, you just earned friendship points.

• From then on, things get easier. His mouth loosens up. At first, it's just cursing things together. That shitty convenience store downstairs, stupid Pro Heroes, nerve-grating traffic, anything and everything. The shared exhilaration of raging, and the feral grins help him open up more and more.

Getting together

• All the chatting turns into exchanged phone numbers, into meet ups. You genuinely look forward to seeing him in class, as does he. Everybody around him notices LMAO. It pisses him off but he can't help the flutters his stomach gives just thinking about you.

• I think you give him a small existential crisis. 25 years of thinking he's just not interested in people like that, and you turn it around in a couple months? And the annoying part is he can't figure out if his feelings are romantic or platonic. He doesn't want a relationship with you, but this feeling in his chest is way too intense for a friendship, right??

• I think he only confides in Izuku and his parents. They encourage him to confide in you, so he does. While correcting and rephrasing himself like a thousand times. He's clearly confused and unsure, but you accept it gracefully, and the two of you begin to do some research.

• Queer Platonic Relationships, the search engine says.

• Hmm. You look at each other. Worth a try.

QPPs

• Treats it like a mission. He absolutely HAS to see your face and hear your voice at least thrice a week, or he's making a sour face during hero work. Video calls are a norm now.

• Looooooves yapping. I feel like, now that he considers you his best friend (half a point ahead of Kirishima) (debatable if Izuku is in competition), he feels it's his birthright to call you at any time of the day and start complaining about things. Stupid villain was too weak for his tastes? You'll hear it about before seeing it on the news.

• Hates your other best friends. He met them, and was sporting a constant frown after one of them decided to flex their seniority over him. Doesn't like that someone known his partner better than him, even if it's irrational.

• Secretly, doesn't hate them so much. He gets formal advice on how to treat you right (and some blackmail pics, if they hit it off well).

• You absolutely have to meet his friends too. They all love you, tho not all of them understand the nature of your relationship.

• [A/N: This is honestly making me want to write bkdk qpr. Or a bkdk x reader throuple qpr]

• I hc him as a physical touch and quality time person, so best believe he knows your address and spends his free days in your house. If you have a roommate or your parents around, he doesn't care and will shamelessly make himself at home. (he'll help your parents cook)

• Loves your presence. He's his own person, and admires and appreciates that you're your own. Loves when y'all do your own thing while sitting in the same room.

• Genuinely loves your relationship. He loves not being tied down by romance, but also have someone he can call 'his person.' Would die for you.

Ugh Bakugou Katsuki the man that you are. He's so perfect no matter what trope. This itself got very long, lemme know if yall wanna see the childhood friends to qpp part too!💕

[nohoes-bedempty]

Fly on the windscreen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

⚠️18+: smut, stablished relationship. Use of petnames. p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap ittt), Eddie cums in your glasses. Reader wears glasses.

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Entirely self-indulgent, honestly, because I have a thing for glasses and I projected myself in him since I can't do what he does in this one ): I'D LET HIM. If I missed any tags please let me know, I'm not a constant writer and there's a lot of etiquette missing. Also, english is not my mother language.

Title inspired in "Fly on the Windscreen, Depeche Mode (Black Celebration, 1986)

“Alright, so we’re going for ‘sexy librarian’ then?”

You glare at him.

“Okay, okay… sorry.” Eddie holds his hands up in surrender, the corners of his lips stretching his mouth downwards and baring his bottom teeth in regret and a bit of concern. He said it to lift up your spirits, not to make you feel bad about it, his strides quickening to open the door of his van for you after you exit the optical shop.

“I look terrible.” You pout, looking away from him.

After realizing a street advertisement looked too blurry and unfocused, and having your eyes feeling tired without making a lot of effort, you realized you needed prescription glasses, and this was the first pair you got, unable to actually choose something decent since you weren’t excited about having to wear them in the first place. Eddie frowns in concern, stopping once you’ve reached the passenger door and gently cupping your jaw to have you looking at him, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek.

“Hey, hey… you’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing, I like them.” He reassures you with a soft whisper. “I mean, it’s not about what I like, but if it makes you feel better, I do think you look hot.”

You decide to believe him for now, or at least decide not to reject his praise, giving him a small smile that wasn’t genuine but wasn’t like your usual loving, shy smiles either, staying silent as he drives. He notices, but decides not to comment on it, parking the van outside his trailer, and hopping off to open your door, shutting it closed and guiding you to his house, the familiar sound of gravel crunching under your steps giving you a bit of comfort.

He opens the door for you, ready to make a joke about asking you if you can see where you’re stepping, but you’re deflated about having to wear glasses and that would only make it worse, so he holds it back, at least until you’re in the mood.

It’s hot outside, and maybe it’s because you chose frames too wide for your face, or because your face is a little sweaty, but they slip down your nose and you have to slide your glasses back up the top of the bridge of your nose every now and then, a gesture that has Eddie shaking in the knees; it’s subtle, and it shouldn’t be this attractive, but it is. Maybe it’s because it’s you. That, or Eddie Munson just found out he has a thing for glasses.

Or he has a thing for you in glasses?

Whatever it is, you’re oblivious to it, fanning your face with his Kerrang! magazine and your body slumped in the old couch, watching a re-run you don’t know what it’s about, you’re not really paying attention, only making your boyfriend company. You’re too hot to think of anything other than how much you want to take the dumb glasses off and imagining a big ice bath to calm the heat, eyes hooded in a hazy state of weather-induced heaviness.

Despite the heat, you’re not too hot to reject Eddie’s closeness, to the way his arm is wrapped around you and pulling you flush against him or the way his thumb brushes your shoulder softly, almost absentmindedly. Almost, because he’s aware of every nerve reacting to touching you, he always is. He loves touching you.

Forty minutes in or so, after being this close, you decide enough is enough, and you get up from the couch with a sigh, pulling the collar of your shirt to fan your chest. Eddie looks up in confusion, and you swear you hear his heart cracking just a little from the distance and the sudden loss of your weight and warmth on the side of his body, giving you a confused, doe-eyed look as he meets your eyes.

You catch on it, and you’d be lying if you dared to say it didn’t crack your heart too. When you started dating him, you were warned that he was clingy, you just didn’t grasp on how much until things like these started to happen.

“I’m just heading to the kitchen, baby. I want a snack.” It doesn’t convince him, not because he thinks you won’t get snacks but because the time you’ll be away from him seems like an eternity, so he stands up to follow you, loving to know you feel so comfortable around his trailer to really make yourself at home and, free to roam around the cabinets to steal stuff from his snack stash, stash he fills up religiously every now and then just because he knows you’ll be coming over.

“Wayne brought a buncha’ lemons the other day, wanna make some lemonade?” he suggests with both hands supporting his weight on the edge of the small counter, yes for your sake, but it’s hot outside, and he is, too, in need of something to cool off.

You look at him mid opening a candy bar, your eyes sparkling behind the specs, the image of a cold lemonade with clinking ice-cubes making your mouth water.

“Yes. Yes, please.” You almost beg, and he grins at you, with the signature grin with dimples and teeth, saccharine and loving that makes you think you might as well squeeze the lemon in your mouth and take iced water because all the sugary feature was in him. You both work on it, unmolding the ice-cubes first inside the jug, you cutting the lemons and him squeezing them.

There was a moment during your teamwork where you stare at his arms flexing whenever he squeezes the half of a lemon, making your movements slower and a little less calculated, and he notices, getting distracted by the way your lips are parted while looking at him, and the damn glasses catching the light of the sun peeking through the small windows.

He squeezes a little too hard, making a squirt of lemon juice fly in your direction. Your eye, most specifically.

It seems to happen in slow motion, and you brace yourself for the wet spurt and the burn that follows, but it never comes. You pop one eye open, then open both, realizing that the shot was shielded by your glasses, and you both share a look of shock mixed with relief, jaws dropped with nervous chuckles.

“See, sweetheart? That was totally on purpose, completely calculated so you, uh… appreciate the protection your eyes get with your newly acquired glasses.” He says the last statement with a mocking T.V. advertisement voice, a teasing smirk gracing his features.

You roll your eyes at him, but the chuckle that follows lets Eddie know he’s safe, and it’s of course, music to his ears, making his chest flutter with warmth. The lemon juice drips from your glasses and you watch the drop fall on the countertop, a drop he follows, a spark of something flashing and dying in his eyes before you can figure out what. You sigh, taking your glasses off to rinse them, pat-dry them with a paper towel and put them back on. “Nothing happened here.” You say as you continue making your drinks.

Eddie says nothing, helping out with what was left to do before pouring glasses for the both of you, glasses he admits upcycling from candles that burnt off completely. The taste is wonderful, just the perfect amount of sweet and sour refreshing your tongue and cooling down deliciously as it cascades down your throat, letting out a satisfied sigh with your body relaxed on the couch.

“Perfect.” You mutter to yourself, but Eddie hears you. You’re so entranced on your icy beverage and the relief it offers that you’re oblivious of Eddie’s eyes on your profile and the way your glasses slipped down, reaching out in auto-pilot to adjust them himself. You look at him to thank him, an amused smile dying as soon as you turn to him, noticing that signature filthy gaze. You say nothing, your eyes slowly dropping to his crotch, noticing the unexpected growing bulge, opening your mouth to say something but the only thing that you can work is to cock an eyebrow, your eyes returning to his face. He notices you looking at him, and chuckles, a nervous smirk making him bare his teeth.

“Sorry, baby, I just- I really like your glasses.”

It’s your turn to chuckle, and for an instant you think he’s just saying that, just to make you feel less self-conscious about your glasses, but you know him better than that, you know every compliment paid to you is crafted from the bottom of his heart, knitted from his very soul, and you can’t retort, trying to dig inside your brain to come up with a witty come back to comment on how pathetic it is to get a boner from a pair of glasses, but you can’t find your words, your mouth agape just in case something does come out.

Since nothing comes out, he blindly leaves his half-finished lemonade on the coffee table, shifting closer to you to take yours from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and his molten chocolate eyes locked on your framed ones, cupping your cheek when his hands are free.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers against the cheek he’s not holding, pressing a soft, but not chaste kiss, making his way to your lips. The initial confusion vanishes the moment his lips move against yours, and you kiss him back in kind, your hands cupping his face, twisting your body to face him and keep kissing him more comfortably.

His cock aches inside the strained jeans, and you end up getting up the couch with your lips connected as he blindly walks you to his bedroom, backing you until you enter and he slams the door shut with his foot.

You collide on his bed together, soft hums and sighs leaving between kisses once his lips find yours again and kiss you beyond stupid, his tongue sliding inside your mouth and licking into it, tasting the lemonade on your tongue. He pulls away slightly to brush your nose with his, panting lightly, his breath fanning over your face, and he’s met with your now foggy glasses that you only notice when you open your eyes to look at him. You chuckle, he doesn’t.

All you know is that his hands are traveling to your jeans, unbuttoning them as his lips trail down to your neck, nibbling and kissing the sensitive, damp skin, salty in his taste buds but sweet in his senses.

“Let me steam up those glasses some more, yeah?” he speaks huskily against your skin and you feel your soul leave your body when his fingers hook under the waistband of your jeans and he pulls them down as he speaks those words.

You want to nod, but you know better than just nodding, so you mutter a breathy 'yes' that makes him beam at you, kicking your shoes off to help him maneuver, your jeans slowly being peeled off your legs and Eddie propping on his elbows now that the pesky item is out of his way.

He kisses the inside of your thigh lovingly, his hand squeezing the flesh and fat of it, his cheek flush against the soft skin with closed eyes that only open to look up at you and your crimson-dusted cheeks, his eyes blissed-out at the sight. He’s back at your thighs, kissing his way to your clothed core until he reaches his destination, kissing your mound over your cotton panties that have already a dark stain of your slick, and Eddie plays with it, mouthing and licking over the fabric.

A pretty whimper escapes your mouth, and Eddie swears any heavenly riff he’s attentively listened to from his favorite guitarists could never compare to the actual heaven it was to listen to your sounds, sounds he was causing.

“Mmm… yeah, sweetheart. Starting off good.” He coos, kissing your cunt and running his fingers over the damp spot of your panties, reaching out to the seam and pulling them down to reveal a glistening treasure he so eagerly wanted to devour.

“Hello there, pretty… you missed me?” he grins, his eyes locked on the shiny dew of your pussy. “Still thirsty, baby. This is what I should have drunk.” Eddie takes a moment to admire your bare pussy in front of him, licking his lips before leaning in to finally connect his lips with your folds. He’s too desperate to taste you and finds no need to tease you further.

He licks up a fat stripe, collecting your slick and moaning against your pussy when he tastes you, his eyes fluttering closed when his tongue darts a second time to lick and reach your clit, barely brushing it. Eddie loves tasting you, every drop you give him and every sound he gently rips off you makes him believe heaven does exist and it is between your legs, and he does his best to make it clear whenever you let him in that little space. He flattens his tongue and bobs his head, rutting it against your clit, and your back arches, his hands reaching for your hips to keep you down on the bed, smiling but never stopping what he’s doing. You look down at him, only met with white fog that makes the movement happening blurry, and you reach up to take the glasses off, but Eddie is quick to stop you, shaking his head and tutting.

“No, keep them on…” he commands before his plush lips find your clit, and if you thought you were feeling so good before, now it’s a hundred times better, mewls and loud moans spilling from your lips and rewarding his efforts, your fingers burying in the roots of his hair. Eddie does his best not to grind against the mattress, because he does need the relief, but your taste and sounds are enough to pinch his shirt and drag him slowly towards the cliff of pleasure he wants nothing but to simply have a look when in this moment it's all about you. He wants to bury himself in you after making you come, so he waits and loses himself in your taste.

He eats pussy like he makes out, like he’s kissing your mouth and taunting you with his tongue, and he pulls away only a little to look at you, to admire the mess you’re making for him.

“So puffy for me, she is…” he smiles to himself, taking your clit in his lips and sucking gently, switching between gentle suction and quick flicks of his tongue, kitten licks that send electric shocks to the tips of your fingers and toes. He dives in some more, hardening his tongue collecting more of your arousal and up to our clit, your fingers gripping tighter when you feel your orgasm come in tidal waves, and he knows, he has memorized and learned every reaction you gift him when you’re about to come.

“E-Eddie… I’m close…” you breath out.

“I know, baby…” he mutters against your folds. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Come for me, come all over my tongue, yeah? Wanna taste it, wanna drink it all.”

Eddie doubles his efforts, making sure his tongue laps and moves just the way you like it, and in no time, you come, tripping over the edge in free fall and moaning his name loudly in between gasps. He guides you through it, helping you ride your orgasm with his tongue, the wet heat of his spit mixed with your arousal making your brain turn into mush.

When your grip in his hair looses, he rests his cheek on the inside of your thigh, brushing soothing motions on your skin as he looks at you. He wishes he could see your blown-wide pupils, meeting your foggy specs instead, but that only fuels his desire. You lift up your head, reaching for your glasses with the intention of removing them but stopping immediately.

You try to sit up, try to reach out and help him undo his jeans, earning a questioning look from him.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“I want to return the favor” you say still a little breathless. He chuckles, considering your offer.

“Can you do it after I fuck you? I need to be inside you, like… Yesterday. Can I come on that pretty face?”

Your breath hitches, because he barely ever asks to come on your face, but you nod from where you are, watching him unbuckle his belt, the sound making heat spread south despite just coming. Eddie fumbles with his jeans, feeling like he’s not moving fast enough when you’re there waiting for him, watching you struggle to remove your top without taking your glasses off and smiling satisfied to himself.

He removes his shirt and greets you with subtle muscles built from shredding guitar and carrying heavy stuff at The Hideout, inked chest smooth and calling you to devour it, and you spread your legs, hooking one around his waist to pull him in, to which he obliges far too easy. Eddie leans forward with a loving grin and glittery wide eyes that seem to be dripping syrup, kissing your cheek as he positions between your legs, holding your cheek in a rough, large palm that has you leaning into his touch, kissing the other side of your face.

“You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful…” he mutters near your ear, nosing your jawline.

He reaches down to line himself with you, rubbing the already leaking tip against your soaked folds, letting out a soft groan at the way it so easily glides, red tip needy for tucking, and your pussy is just the right cradle. His tip stays right in your entrance for a moment, his hand sliding on your side, savoring your skin and the contrast of its color between his and yours, the texture of it against his palms and the way goosebumps awake under his touch, and his hips start to push, slowly and calculated, savoring the pretty whine he rips off you when he starts to stretch you, a familiar sensation that somehow always ended feeling like the first time.

“Fuck, baby… that pretty pussy needed to be filled, eh?” he attempts to tease, but a small whimper leaves him as soon as he finishes speaking. “Eddie… Fuck, you feel so good…”

He takes pride on it, on the way you squirm and pant and whine underneath him, slowly pushing inside you until he’s buried deep inside the holy well that is your cunt, pausing for a moment to give you time to adjust but also because you feel so good he just has to stop. Eddie rests his forehead on the crook of your neck, and you caress his back to soothe him, your other hand petting his hair, peppering kisses on the crown of his head until he feels ready.

“Gonna move, baby… can I please move? Fuck, you take me so well…” he mutters against your neck.

“Yes… please move.” You whisper back.

His hips start to roll against yours, a slow pace to keep himself on check and not bust inside you this soon, kissing your jaw and panting against your skin when his pace fastened just a tiny bit.

“You’re swallowing me, baby… precious, tight pussy just wanted my cock…”

You whine at his words, the contrast between the sweetness and filth of them sending another wave of heat pooling right where he was currently burying himself, your hands traveling to grip his shoulder. Your sounds only spur him on, his hips picking up pace until he’s jackhammering you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in his poster-filled room that you have gotten so used to.

“Give me another one, baby… please… please let me hear you… my pretty baby…” he whines and reaches down to draw tight circles on your clit with his thumb, his eyes fixed on you the entire time to drink in every reaction he can get from you.

It hits with crashing force before you can’t even feel it coming, your back arching off the bed, eyebrows knitted together as chants of his name spill from your lips, his hips relentless against yours. He pulls away from your neck to look down at you, just to look at your foggy glasses and flushed cheeks, and his guitar pick necklace is dangling in your face. That sight alone usually gets you off, but he suddenly hears the pick clinking against your glasses, and he has to double check to make sure he’s hearing right. When he confirms that, indeed, his necklace is dangling and clinking against your glasses, he lets out a groan of a newly discovered thing that got him off, and the promise of your mouth around him vanishes when he feels like he’s about to taste that high from the sound, the proof that he's above you, pouding into you.

He pulls out of you so suddenly you can’t even whine in protest, kneeled and approaching your face while stroking himself, straddling your shoulders and looking down at you with a sense of urgency and half-apologetic eyes.

“S-sorry, baby… I just-“

You quickly press your lips into a thin line, looking up at him with wide eyes he can’t really see behind the mist in your glasses, and suddenly your vision blurs, white ropes landing on your specs with near-expert aim as he empties himself on them, pretty whines of your name dripping from his plush lips until he’s done, panting hard and brain shambles, every thought melting together, only leaving room in his mind for your name and the sight of his creation, his eyes fixed on the way it drips from your glasses.

Your first reaction was to scoff, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen him this fucked out, so you embrace it, bask on it, pulling the glasses down the bridge of your nose just enough to look at him over the frames while keeping them on to give him the show he started and that he clearly enjoys so much. Eddie chuckles breathlessly, looking at you and catching on your very considerate gesture, leaning down to kiss your cheek lovingly and taking your glasses off.

“Be right back, yeah?” You stay on his bed trying to catch your breath, eyes fluttered closed while hearing him rustle in the bathroom. He comes back with a damp cloth and your classes cleaned up, wiping off any remnants of his release from your face and cleaning between your legs too.

“You okay?” he asks softly. “Yeah…” you mutter in a whisper.

Eddie smiles at you, tossing the cloth to his bedside table and laying on his side to cuddle you, brushing his thumb against the apple of your cheek, propped on one elbow and resting his head on his palm.

“Do you believe me now?” he asks softly.

“Believe what?”

“That I really like your glasses.”

You chuckle at that, shaking your head slightly.

“I mean, I never doubted you, but that was a way of showing me how much you meant it.” It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh, and he cups your jaw to press a kiss on your forehead, his smile proud and a hum rumbling in his chest.

“And do you like them now?” he inquires with a pretty grin that’s all dimples and teeth. You consider it, chewing on your lower lip.

“I think I just learned to like them, yes."

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Chapter Thirty - I Was Going To Tell You

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

AN: Shit's going down, where's our girl going I wonder... (I don't wonder, I know) - Can you believe it! Chapter Thirty, hot damn, here's to another thirty? <3

Also, I have written a full timeline post for this series, would that be something people would be interested in seeing? Obvs when the series is over xD (It's just your standard list of dates starting from 2004 until when the series ends, but it's the kind thing I like, so thought I'd offer lol)

Chapter Thirty - I Was Going To Tell You

Bella and I struggled with our relationship over the next few weeks, at school our old group and the remaining Cullens - Edward, Jasper and Alice - had merged, so we all sat together, it was strange, and I kind of hated it, but I got on with it, not wanting to sit alone. I liked sitting with the usual gang, not so much the vampires. Though, Jasper and I usually had decent conversation, sometimes I'd forget he was a vampire. 

Bella seemed happier having both groups together, and despite the anger I felt for my sister currently, I liked that she was happy. 

I walked into the cafeteria, seeing Jasper, Alice and Mike already at the table, I wandered over. Mike greeted me first, showing me that usual goofy smile he would always give. Alice smiled up at me too, while Jasper gave me a small nod of acknowledgment. The dynamics of the group were so different now, with the Cullen's return. There was a certain uneasiness in the air, a subtle tension that had never been there before. 

"Hey Mike" I say as I sit next to him. He grinned back at me, his cheery demeanor present as always. 

"Hey there" He says. "You're looking really pretty today"

I had wanted to roll my eyes, maybe take the mick, but I didn't. I was used to Mike comments by now, I knew he didn't mean anything by them, he was just being nice. 

"Oh, thank you" I answer, looking around the large room, hoping the others would join us soon. I noticed both Jasper and Alice looking at me too, it made me feel a little awkward, no one was talking, what was with these vampires, they had no social cues. I huffed a little loudly and decided to try and start a conversation. 

"Jasper, have you done that social studies essay yet?" I ask him, Jasper and I were able to hold a conversation, and it was usually about school, or other topics that involved knowledge. I didn't mind it, it was nice talking to someone who knew about things. 

Jasper blinked a few times, my question obviously jolting him out of his slight preoccupation. He nodded, answering me in his usual quiet manner. 

"Oh yeah, I completed it last night, actually"

"Oh" I say quietly, I was hoping he was struggling on it, like I had been. But of course not, these vampires were perfect at literally everything. 

"What part of it are you struggling with?" He asks, I raise my eyebrow slightly, he couldn't read my mind, right? That was would be crazy... 

"Starting it" I answer, laughing a little, a nervous laugh which made me feel like blushing red. Jasper chuckled a bit, not a noise I had heard much, his shoulders relaxed slightly. Before he could say anything more, I noticed Bella walking over with Edward, they both joined us, Bella sat by me, which made me feel a little less stressed, a feeling of calm washed over me for a moment, I let out a deep breath and relaxed into my chair. 

"Hey Bels" I say to my sister, my eyes bright and hopeful, I hated being in a rocky place with her, I wanted nothing more to go back to normal.

"How are you?" She asks me, I could tell she was feeling just as awkward as me. 

"I'm great" I answer a little dryly. "I hate that we have finals soon, I can't spend as much time with Paul as I'd like" 

"Finals are a drag" She responds. 

"Can't wait until they're over" I mutter. "Though I have no clue what I'll be doing after school ends"

Bella nodded, agreeing with me, her expression turned thoughtful. I watched her for a moment as her eyes quickly flickered over to the three vampires and then back to me. Like she was hiding something. I cocked my head slightly. 

"Bella, are you keeping something from me?" 

She blinked a few times, her eyes widening, clearly I had caught her off guard. 

"What makes you say that?" She asks, her tone was different, I knew when Bella was lying to me, and currently, she was lying at me. I wanted to snap, and yell, she knew that I knew. And yet, she continued to lie to me. 

"You're acting weird, I know you well enough to know you're keeping something from me" I say, my tone quieter, I had only wanted Bella to hear me, and of course the vampires would, but I didn't care about them currently. Her expression shifted, a mix of surprise and something else. I watched as she fidgeted a little in her seat, suddenly she looked very uneasy. 

"It's complicated" She mumbles. 

"Come with me" I mutter, grabbing her arm, I pull her up from her seat and pulled her out from the cafeteria. She didn't try and fight back and allowed me to pull her into an empty part of the hallway.

"Tell me" I ordered. 

"Okay, fine....But I don't know how you're going to react to this"

"Tell. Me." I say through gritted teeth. All these secrets, I hated them, and sure I was partly to blame, I had been secretive about the wolves, but at least my secrets wouldn't have me killed. 

Bella hesitated, taking a deep breath, her eyes were glued to the floor. She fidgeted nervously, clearly struggling  with what she was about to say. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and quiet.

"I... I'm going to become a vampire"

I don't say anything for a moment, thinking maybe I had heard her wrong, but I hadn't. 

"You're fucking what?"

Bella winced at my reaction before replying quietly. "I... I know, it's shocking. But it's true, I'm going to be a vampire"

"Jesus fucking christ" I curse again. "And when exactly is this happening?"

"It's...After graduation" 

"That's only a few weeks away! And when were you planning to tell me? Your twins?!" I almost yell, I didn't want to bring the attention to us, but I also wanted to yell. Bella winced again, she was clearly guilty, though she wasn't meeting my gaze. 

"I don't know, I was going to tell you"

"I can't believe you...I...I can't even look at you right now. Fuck this. I'm...fuck this" I mutter as I turn away, I start walking heading in the direction of the exit. 

"Can't we talk about this?" Bella calls from behind me. 

"No, we can't, but you've already made your decision, you don't need to talk to me, go talk to that fucking vampire you love" I snap, turning back to face her.

"Please, I still care about you. You're my twin, my family. I can't just..."

"I can't...not right now" I snap, turning away once more, I take to a sprint, not caring about the receptionist yelling that school was still in sessions as I left the school, finding my car and driving away. 

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An unexpected guest

Soulmate AU marcmarc Part 8

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17.12 winter writing

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

They have literally only been together for 5 days and Marc already managed to mess up.

But riding at a motorcycle at 300km/h didn't really let him have too many thoughts on it now. He gave himself the following straight to curse himself relentlessly.

Idiot. Yellow flag. Asshole. Yellow flag. Oh please let it stay yellow. He blinked quickly. Stay yellow. Fucking cunt. Idiot. Green flag. Ass-

And done. Sector clear. Blinked twice. He pushed the thought back. Done. No more flag means no more worries. It was okay. It was fine for now.

Now he just had to focus on bringing home a good result for Honda. One last time. It didn't even had to be a podium. Just a decent finish.

But he finished his last raceat Honda like many races in his career had ended. In the gravel.

He felt his bike leave the track. He felt how it just kicked his body off. It felt like a horse having enough from it's rider.

It was quick. Hurtful.

And it ended a lot for him. It ended his race. His season. His job as an active rider at the factory that he has been with since more than a decade. It also ended his professional partnership with so many amazing personas.

Like Santi. His mechanics. His engeers. Everyone he had spent years trying to make the bike work.

And now it was over. Just like this.

Sitting in the gravel, it hit him like a million rocks. He had been so caught up in saying good bye, loving Marco, preparing with Ducati that he forgot to realize that this was now really over.

He made his way back to the garage, more emotional than ever before. He got hugs and kissed on the head. Encouraging words and comfort.

Then he realized that nagging feeling in his chest wasn't from his DNF. Okay maybe not just from his DNF.

It was also from the fact that he ended the race of someone else. After literally not even 30 seconds. First turn bought the first DNF.

He had only needed one corner and a less than a week old relationship and he had immediately yeeted his own soulmate in the gravel.

He felt himself freeze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh double, triple, hyper fuck.

He stood there frozen in place. Hadn't he wanted to prove Marco that he was the exact opposite of what Rossi might have said about him? And now he had acted just like the version Rossi had always painted.

He felt himself panicking. Nerves hit him hard. Harder than he expected. He bit his lips, not even wanting to imagine what the older Spaniard might currently be telling Marc boyfriend.

But there was nothing he could do. He had seen Bez in his box, looking tired, hurt and fucked up about the situation. It was enough that Marc wanted to crawl inside a ditch never to be found again.

At the same time, all he wanted to do was run to him, apologies and hope he would believe him when he said it was an accident. He wanted to crawl in Marcos lap, cuddle him and apologize.

He wanted him to hold him so he could forget his DNF and the fact that it was his last race with Honda and instead focus on Bez being P3 in the standings.

At least he had proven that he wouldn't ride differently just cause they're dating, his brain submitted and he cursed his own thoughts for that one.

He sighted, knowing that his worries wouldn't help. Right now Bez was at his garage. He had already gotten changed so there was no way they could 'accidentally' meet when Marc got changed.

And the Italian was watching the race, already a smile on his face in celebration for his best friend.

And after that the actual celebration started.

"Today Marquez made me fall-" that was all Marc heard from his boyfriend about the incident. The words burned in his head. That was not good. That was so not good.

His fingers nervously hovered over the screen. He wanted to text him. Something anything!

But there was no answer. He sighed and decided to just go on about the rest of his day.

Marc: Hey, I'm sorry how today went. I didn't mean to crash you.

I'm sorry

Please I really didn't mean to. I never wanted to crash anyone. Especially not you.

I just hope your okay.

Please answer me when you read this so we can maybe talk if you want to?

I love you even if I'm an idiot

He celebrated with his team, had dinner, a party.

Then he watched the gala from his motorhome. Normally he didn't accre about that stuff, but now someone he cared about was standing on the stage.

His soulmate looked stunning. Absolutely handsome. He should wear a suit more often.

He wished he'd be there with him. He wanted to be the one walking next to him over that carpet.

For a moment he smiled, imagining his life if he wasn't a rider. Just a boyfriend. A wag. Or a hab or whatever the male equivalent was.

He'd be happy to be a wag if he was Bezs wag. He could stand in the garage, looking at the races, looking worried. Annoy some people. Being in the ears of Marcos team until they gave him a yapp prohibition.

There wouldn't be tention. He wouldn't be there enemy. Just another friendly face.

Maybe he'd be a mechanic in Cevera. He'd be living a normal life with his motogp star boyfriend. No one asking for pictures or autographs. He would be able to move to Italy without feeling like a whole nation despises him.

He sighed, knowing that this life wasn't on the table. He was just looking for a way to not deal with the current trouble and drama.

An hour passes. Another hour went by and he still hadn't heard from his boyfriend. He assumed he was out with Pecco, his team and the academy, celebrating.

He had also celebrated with his team.

So he knew it could take a while and he didn't hold it against him. Afterall he didn't care when Marco came to him. He only cared if he actually came.

Maybe he was angry at him, for crashing him. He wouldn't hold it against him. But still... He just hoped they would be okay.

But when he returned, late at night, there was still no sigh. No text. No call. No Bez. And it worried him. He probably had already messed up.

He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep like this. So he stayed awake,

Then someone knocked on the door.

Then again. He heard voices. Multiple. Not just one which could have been his boyfriend. And he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Then he opened the door, faced with Valentino Rossi and he decided it wasn't good. There was a hateful expression on the Italians face.

Okay that wasn't just not good. This was really, really fucking bad.

But at least he had Bez with him. A very, very drunk Bez, leaning against the older Italian. But his face lit up when he saw Marc. He smiled, his grin reaching far above his ears. His eyes were shining.

Unlike Vale who still had the biggest "Fuck you" expression in his eyes.

"Eh-" "So you are not just fucking my title but also my students?" Rossi asked, his voice colder than titanic water. "EEEYYYY!" Bez intervened immediately. "Not studentsssssss. Just me. Only me. FOREVER ONLY ME!" "Yeah he better. Or it'll be his last fuck"

Great.

"And we haven't even fucked" Marco continued and the Spaniard suddenly realized that disappearing into the ground would actually be the best option.

"He wants to woo me. And we had the race. But now there's no more racing so he can finally fuck me into the mattress. Or I fuck him. That'd be even better. I reeeallllly want to fuck him. Like reeeeaaaal hard."

And with that disappearing in the ground was still not enough. He saw how the eye brows of the older Italian were raised. His mouth slight open as if he was about to say something but didn't know what anymore.

Same Rossi. Same.

He swallowed hard. Fuck, silence would just make this more awkward. So he decided to act like that hadn't just been sat.

"Hi... So... Ehm... He told you? About us?" Which definitely was the wrong decisions, based on Vale's look. "No. I can read his mind. What do you think dibshit?"

Even better.

"He refused to stay anywhere except at your place. So can he stay here or should he sleep outside?"

"No. Fuck, no of course not." Okay, sort your mind. Get in line. Act polite and like the perfect son in law. Quickly he stepped aside to let him through and close the door again.

He then stepped towards Marcos other side, carefully trying to take his other side to stabilize him. "I'll help you-" he wanted to offer but got interrupted quickly. "I can carry my boys on my own."

Perfect. New record to offend Rossi. Actually he probably had a negative time with this one. After all he definitely had already offended him by dating one of his students.

Not that he as a person cared. He didn't care what Rossi thought about him or if he approved his relationships or not. He couldn't care less actually. But Marco cared about his opinion. He was important to Marco so Marc had to play nice and somehow try to get this together. So his opinion was important to him to.

He quietly guided Vale to the bedroom where the older placed the curly head rider.

"Mmmmmh" Marco exclaimed. His eyes were closed as he burried his head in Marc's pillow and sheets. "Smells like Marc" "Are you happy?" Vale asked, kneeling next to the bed, eye to eye with his boy.

His voice was soft. Filled with love and care. Marc was standing at the door, give them space, contemplating to leave to give them privacy or staying. He stayed. Just to watch the relationship unfold.

Vale pushed a strain of hair out the drunk ones face and whispered something Marc couldn't understand. Then he stood up, giving Bez a kiss on the forehead. "Love you, papa" the boy whispered and Vale grinned.

"Love you too, bambino. Now get some sleep." "Okay... Where's Marc? Need to cuddle Marc or I can't sleep." he sounded pounding. Like a child that was frustarted about something.

The Spaniard was about to step forward when Vale pulled him back. "No worries. He'll be there soon. I just need a word with him"

And kill him, Marc added in his head. This couldn't end well. Nothing of this could actually go well at this moment. Vale was clearly pissed - at least he seemed to only be pissed at Marc. Not Bez. That was a win.

But still. He had to somehow handle this. He had to figure this out before Marco got a mental break down.

"So... You're dating Marco" Vale said, leaning against a cupboard. His eyes dark. Arms crossed infront of his chest.

"Yes. I am" he said and felt like a child under the older man's eyes. Where was that fucking 8 time World champion confidence when he needed it?

But this wasn't about a championship or a race or racing or something like this. This was about something even bigger and more important.

Marco.

"I want you to break up with him." It felt like a break in his heart. "You're not good for him and we both know that you will hurt him. Physically. Mentally. Both. Everything. You will hurt him in every way imagineable."

It sucked all air out of him. No. No he wouldn't. He wouldn't hurt Marco, never him.

"In the end it's Bez that will suffer. You're just going to move on. But he - my boy - you will break him"

"I-" No. He had no idea. He felt anger rise in him. It wasn't like that. He wasn't like that. "How fucking dare you?" he shot back. He won't hurt Marco. No matter what he had to do, he wouldn't.

"You have no idea what you are talking about. You don't know me. You never did. I love Marco. I love him withe everything that I am and have. He is my soulmate and I will stay his soulmate to the day that I die. I will love him till the day that I die and then come back and love him even longer. I would never ever hurt him!"

"And what was that today?"

Fuck.

"A fucking accident!" he exclaimed. "I would never, ever hurt him on porpuse! I love him! If you like that or not, I am a part of his life now. So please, fucking hell, I am begging you, you're too important to him. Can-"

It was a laughter that interrupted him.

Confused he blinked when he saw Vale's serious facade Crack and reveal loud and rich laughter.

"I'm sorry." he said, still giggling. "I'm sorry. I really thought I could pull this off with a straight face but that just broke me." "I- I - I don't understand." he exclaimed.

He blinked a few times and wondered if this was a weird dream. "Obviously. Oh that look on your face." Vale grinned at him. At least it looked - happy?

"What?" "My god, Marc, do you really think I give a fuck about who my boys are dating?" "Again. What?"

Vale smiled at him. It was a creepy smile that did make Marc feel slightly unsettled but it was better than the murder looks from earlier. "I don't give a fuck that you - Marc Marquez - are dating Marco. I care about the facts that he is loved and cared for. And you clearly do that. He talked a lot about you, you know... So really, I don't care. I just wanted to have some fun giving you a hard time."

"Wait, that just - your hate and the breaking up part was-" "Fake. Yes. I don't want you to break up with him. Actually, if you do, you'll wish the times from 2016-18 back because if you do hurt my boy, I'll finish you. Understood?"

Ah. There was the threatening he expected.

"Understood."

"Great! So now that that's solved - by the way he told me when he was more or less sober. I'll still give you a hard time, I do with all of my boys partners but you are welcome at the ranch, if you want to... But no riding for you. For now."

"Yes!" he quickly agreed. "I'm happy as Marcos wag" He earned another smile for that comment.

"Great. I'll see you around" Vale decided and went toward the door to let himself out. But then he stopped and turned back around.

"OH before I forget it-" he said and handed him a phone. Bez phone. Confused Marc stared at it. "Marcos phones?" he asked.

"Yeah. Last time we let him have his phone will drunk and stoned, he posted a dick pick on his story" "He did what now-" "Anyway... Cute texts by the way. The 'I love you even if I'm an idiot' was so sweet I almost through up. Fucking softie. See you!"

With that he left and Marc wondered what he had gotten himself into.

But when he laid down in bed, immediately being taken into a bear hug that felt like Marco never wanted to let him go, he couldn't be more happy.

[russellsppttemplates]

Making do (George Russell)

George moving to Monaco has a bigger impact than you anticipated

Note: english is not my first language. This is my attempt at getting back into writing, I hope this is half decent at least.

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Tw: long distance relationship

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"Did you have a big day today?", your friend, "Actually, let me rephrase that. How big was your day today?", she chuckled. "I finally handed in the last paperwork so HR can process my transfer from departments, so hopefully in a week or so everything will be sorted, like accesses and all that", you explained, "but it's been good, you know? I've worked a lot towards this and to finally get it, it means a lot", you said, hearing your phone beep with a notification from your boyfriend, "is it your man?", your friend asked, smiling knowingly.

"Yes, George wants to go and have dinner to celebrate", you blushed, "he just texted me the details of the reservation so I can get ready on time", you said, setting your phone down after quickly replying to him that you would be ready by the time he would pick you up back at home.

"Whenever you need to go, let me know, but for now, I have this gossip I want to tell you, you'll never believe it", she smiled, warming her hands in her cup of coffee as she told you a out the latest rumours she heard in her office.

When the time came, you both said goodbye as you made your way to your and George's shared apartment, leaving your shoes and coat on the hallway closet and heading straight to the shared bedroom, taking your clothes off so you could shower. While the dinner wasn't a fancy occasion, you still wanted to dress nice and look good since it was a celebration still. Picking the dress from your wardrobe, you fastened the delicate zipper and tied the belt, looking at your self in the mirror as you soothed out the wrinkles.

It didn't take long before you heard George arrive, the clicking of the lock on the door catching your attention as you walked to the hallway, "hey, darling", George greeted, grabbing your hand and making you do a little spin, whistling after kissing your lips, "you look gorgeous", he complimented, "are you ready to go?".

"I'll just freshen up in the bedroom and then we can get going then", George said, quickly styling his hair and spraying on some extra cologne, "even though I don't think we need this, I want to say thank you for doing this", you mumbled against his hand laced in yours, kissing his knuckles as you walked out, "you deserve to be celebrated everyday, Y/N".

.

The monegasque sun was shinning despite the cold breeze caressing your skin. You and George had gone out for a run before you both had work meetings, deciding to stop in a little café to have breakfast out of the house for a change.

"It's still a nice day today, maybe later tonight we can plan something, hm?", your boyfriend suggested while you sipped your juice, "That's a good idea, yes", you smiled, looking at the crescent buzz, the city becoming alive as more people got up and headed on with their days.

"You have something on your mind, I can tell", you held your hand out on the table, his fingers finding yours and playing with them, "I do, actually", George cleared his throat, "I've been thinking a lot about this recently, and with the meetings I had last week, it became a bit more obvious to me where I am standing on this. I've been waiting to tell you once I had a more set opinion and I knew how things would play out, and I obviously care about your thoughts, too. I've been thinking about moving here", he stated, his eyes looking for your immediate reaction, "and I'd like you to move here with me, too".

It had always been a conversation the minute things started getting more serious, so it wasn't a shock per se. Most of his colleagues either lived in Monaco or spent a good part of the year there. The question wether you'd be sble to join him, however, was not such a sure topic.

"Obviously, I don't want to rush your decision, even though I'd love to have you here with me, and there are a lot of hoops to go through, but it's something to think about", George added, squeezing your hand in his, "yes, something to think about definitely".

.

"I can't go". That's what George heard from you as you sat at the dinner table. On his way from the factory and after he had sorted a few errands down on the new apartment in the principality, your boyfriend picked up your favourite take-away, and now you had dropped your decision. "I just got a work promotion, my friends are here, my family is here, too. I can't just leave, at least for now", you explained. "And I love you, so much, George, but I can't go, I can't leave here", you gulped, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"That's okay, darling. We'll make this work, right?", he nudged. He didn't want to lose you, not at this expense, not ever, but right now, this seemed to have triggered a new fear.

"We'll do our best", you tried, "it's either making this work or breaking up, right?". The sentence left your mouth in the most innocent and naive way possible, but the words resonated with you and George.

"Can you promise me something?", George asked and you nodded, "you'll always talk to me the minute anything feels off, and I'll do the same with you", he stated, getting up and making you get up too, pulling you flush against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"Deal", you smiled, resting your chin on his chest, "but you'll have to let me help decorate".

.

"The apartment feels lonely, I have to admit", George said over FaceTime as you both had dinner, him in Monaco and you in London. It had become the only time in the schedule where you were able to speak to eachother that wasn't in text form.

"It's the same here", you admitted, "feels way too big without you here, but we're making do, right?", you smiled, rolling the spaghetti on your fork.

.

You were making do until you weren't, that's what you thought as you drove to the airport to pick your boyfriend up. He was flying in today for the first time in a month, and the butterflies in your stomach weren't all just anticipation to finally see him. You had promised eachother that you would tell the other when it wasn't working and when you felt like things needed a change, and tonight would be exactly that. To prove yourself that it was just the distance and not something else entirely.

George walked through the terminal with his small carry-on bag, the buzz of the families gathering their children in one place and people collecting their bags behind him as he walked as fast as he could without running into anyone. He missed you loads, and part of him wishes you missed him like that, too, despite not liking the idea that, like him, you had spent nights up thinking about your relationship or that your work meetings were also interrupted by nagging thoughts and doubts about how you were doing the long distance relationship.

It didn't take him long to see you amongst the crowd. The later flight meant a lot less people in the airport when you compared to other situations where you picked him up, making it easy for him to reach you, "hey, darling", he hugged you, "I've missed you so much", he whispered into your hair.

Inhaling his scent brought you to a calmer state of mind. George was home and his presence alone would always make you feel at home no matter what, and maybe that was hard to admit, but equally necessary, "I missed you too, handsome. How was your flight?", you asked, hugging his waist as you walked to the carpark, "it was good, not too bumpy".

The ride to the apartment was filled with comfortable conversatiom, George's hand on your thigh as you drove while you chatted about what you heard on the radio, parking the car in the garage and heading up.

"I didn't know if you had eaten enough on the plane, so in case you were hungry, I made some extra food for dinner", you announced, "it's in the fridge if you'd like", while you stored your coat away in the hallway closet.

"I'm good, thanks. I've been thinking about some cuddles though", he mumbled, kissing your forehead and circling your waist, "to the sofa?", he wondered, guiding you both to sit against the soft pillows.

The feeling of being in your boyfriend's embrace after such a long time must've triggered your emotions, soon enough bringing tears to your eyes, "darling, what's the matter? Is something hurting you?", George asked, his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears.

"I know we promised to tell eachother right away, but I also wanted to give it time", you hiccuped, "and it wasn't the best idea, because I feel like this", your lip trembled.

George rubbed your back now, hoping to get you to breathe a little slower and calmer, "what have you been wanting to tell me?", he asked.

"We said we would be honest, so this is me being honest. I don't know about you, but I'm not enjoying being away from you. I knew it wouldn't be good, but I didn't think it would be this bad. And it's not fair to ask you to move back here, nor it is fair for me to have to go to you, so this is a big big whole mess", you explained, looking at George's somewhat stunned expression.

"I have to admit that I don't like it either, but it's like you say, it's not fair to ask either of us to move, not like this anyway", he tiptoed around the subject. He wanted you to be with him so badly he has most likely considered all of the possibilities to solve this situation, and very few of them actually seemed doable.

"So what do we do?", you asked, afraid of the answer you'd get, remembering the small joke you made about breaking up a few weeks ago, "darling, I love you so much, but we need to sort this out", you yelped.

Shuffling in his seat, George looked at the situation clearly, "I want you to feel comfortable, Y/N, and if this situation isn't doing that for you, then it needs sorting out. If there is anything we can do to make it better, I'm in. Darling, I'm all in of it helps us", he pleaded.

"I need to think about all of these things, all of these situations", you said, getting up, "I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom, okay?", you checked with George, "I love you and I need to figure this out on my own", you tried, hoping he would understand.

Nodding, your boyfriend noted his understanding, "of course, whatever it is to help us, I meant it", he got up, his hand brushing your hair behind your ear, "I love you, Y/N".

Walking to the spare bedroom didn't feel as lonely as you thought it would, most likely because you had grown accustomed to sleeping on your own, but knowing George was on the other side of the wall helped. He had been understanding and supportive, and to know that he was giving you time to think this through without any judgement or pressure.

It was weird for some people, but making a list of pros and cons for situations like this helped you decide. The written words and the way you weighed them in according to the different criteria allowed you to think about it. You saw your future with George in it, that was a no brainer, so there had to be wiggle room. Because you had a good relationship with your boss, the later hours on the clock didn't keep you from sending her an e-mail, her answer being one of the confirmations you needed.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the last time your parents had been online, pressing dial when you saw they were still awake, "hey guys, I have something to ask you", you began, "how bad would it be if I spent a little less time here?".

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George woke up alone like he had fallen asleep. After getting ready, he headed to the kitchen, hearing a small noise from the spare bedroom as he thought you were just getting up, almost recognising which step you were in your routine by the noises.

"Good morning", you said, catching your boyfriend's attention as he buttered some toast, "hey, darling, did you have a good sleep?", he asked. He wanted to know if you had made a decision or reached a conclusion, but asking upfront wasn't the smoothest idea, he thought.

"I did okay", you fumbled with your feet, not knowing how to approach the situation, "I got an email from Anna", you said, seeing George's puzzled expression, "I asked her if I could work remotely, pop to the office every now and again, but mostly remote, and she said yes", you explained further, seeing his smile.

"I'm not doing this out of obligation, I'm doing this for me and for you too in a way, but because I want us to be okay, I want us to be good", you grabbed his hands, "and I'll still spend some time here, but it will be sporadic".

"This is great, you have no idea how much this means to me", George hugged you, "you're incredible, Y/N Y/L/N, and I'll never stop saying that".

"Only one thing, though", you tapped his nose, "my parents demanded that, since we're moving, that they can visit and whenever we're back home, mum wants to have dinner", you shrugged your shoulders as your boyfriend laughed, "Oh, what a bother to have to eat your mum's delicious cooking and your father's cheesecake"

[sluggzillaa]

Orbitron

Word Count: 2.5k

✧ Pairing: Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

✧ Summary: After going through a huge breakup with your ex, you decided to try dating again. what didn't expect was for it to bring back your old flame

✧ Warnings and tags: pet/nicknames(Sweetheart) ,some needed fluff, exs to lovers, cursing, angst, joost is kind of an asshole

✧ Authors note: my requests are open so please request something so I have an excuse to post more. ps, MINORS SHOO!

“I’ll never leave you, Schat”

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You can’t remember how long it has been since you came to terms with the fact that you’re now single. It wasn’t like you were in denial, you were just genuinely unsure. You were completely in the dark about everything. One day you’re exchanging I love yous and the next your texts are green. Now you spent your time trying to navigate single life, especially since you felt like you’ve been in a relationship for so long.

You downloaded a couple dating apps. Finding it difficult to not cringe or get nostalgic whenever you see a pale man with slightly long blonde hair. You’d be surprised how many people look like your ex.

Finally you landed on someone who was the complete opposite of your ex. He had dark skin, dark curly hair, and definitely not as tall as him. Hopefully, this would be exactly what you needed to get over the rapper. You hopped out of the shower and rushed to get ready as you were running behind schedule. It's been a while since you’ve been on an actual date so you were pretty rusty. Once your hair was done, you ran into your room and scavenged through piles of clothes to find a decent outfit. You found a decently casual black midi dress. You genuinely didn’t care much to impress your date, you just wanted to be able to say you did it. You slipped on the dress and rushed to the bathroom to put on the minimum amount of makeup you felt comfortable going out in. Once you felt ready, you called for your cab and let your date know you were on your way.

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You walked up to the front of the restaurant and looked around the crowd for your date. You spotted him and walked over to your table. He stood up as soon as he noticed you, a huge smile on his face.

“Apson, right?” You greeted

“Yeaa”

He pulled you into a welcoming hug. He pulled away and pulled out your chair for you as well as taking your bag. You thanked him and pulled the chair in. He rounded the table and sat down. You two quickly scanned the menu to decide what you would eat. Once that was done, you two quickly got to small talk.

“So are you from the netherlands? Your dutch is very good” He questioned

“Technically no, I was born and raised for a bit in America but my parents moved me here in high school”

“I see.. So how was-”

He was quickly cut off by his phone ringing off the hook. He had a privacy screen on his phone so you couldn’t see who it was. He apologized and walked off to take the call. You huffed and took a moment to look around. You locked eyes with the waiter who was coming your way. He asked if you were ready to order but asked for a few extra minutes. Apson soon came back, but did not sit back down. You gave him a concerned look.

“Hey i’m sorry, an emergency came up and i really have to go”

“Oh okay, I guess we can reschedule”

“Yea maybe”

He wasted no time and quickly rushed out of the restaurant. You looked down at the table and wondered if you had done something wrong or if you were just overthinking. You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the restaurant.

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Once you got home, you quickly slipped out of your dress and into some pajamas. You washed all your makeup off your face. You were drying your face and heard a buzz from your phone. You put the towel down and picked up your phone to read the notification.

joostklein liked your story

You threw your phone into the sink and leaned back against your bathroom wall. You stared at your phone like it was a huge scary bug. You gained the courage to grab your phone and look back at the notification, ensuring it was real. Your eyes widened the more you looked at it.

“Holy shit!”

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You spent all day staring at your phone, waiting for his next move. You questioned how he even found you considering you changed all your usernames since he left. Since it was right there, you took a peek at his page. He had changed his hair. It was no longer just a dirty blonde mess of grown out hair, it was now a platinum blonde mullet. He had no longer lived in hoodies. He had switched from his need for comfort to a need for style. The biggest change to you was that he had finally grown facial hair. He still had those gorgeous kind eyes that always drew you in. You scrolled further and found his concert clips, realizing he had actually obtained his dream. You had done one final scroll and that's where you had found the picture that had changed it all.

A photo of Joost in a blue suit with spiked shoulder pads and Apson in a blue bird suit

You were absolutely fuming. He was now going out of his way to fuck with your ability to move on despite being the one who left. You were tired of constantly invading every part of your life, even when he wasn’t actually there. You needed to take matters into your own hands. You clicked the message button on his profile and got to typing like a maniac.

fa3d0ll: Who the fuck do you think you are? You ruin my fucking date meanwhile you were the one who walked out on me. You thought a record deal was more important than your girlfriend. You chose to leave and now you think you have the privilege to invade my privacy and control my life. You walked out my life so please stay the fuck out of my life completely. I’m done with you

You huffed and put your phone down on the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, not expecting to get a response anytime soon. You were wrong. Your phone buzzed immediately. You darted your head up and checked your phone.

joostklein: Do you still live in the same apartment?

fa3d0ll: What?

Read 2:13 pm

You turned your head into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. At Least you know, he didn’t change or he arguably got worse.

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You dozed off after your conversation; if you could even call it a conversation, with Joost. The amount of frustration this man had filled you with made you extremely exhausted. He had taken a toll on your body and mind. You were deep into your dreams until you were woken up by the loud buzz of your doorbell. You groaned and got up from the couch and shuffled to the intercom.

“Who is it?” You questioned

“Open up” A familiar muffled husky voice came from the other side

Whatever sleepiness you still had in your system from your nap had immediately slipped away. Your stomach turned and your blood turned cold. Without a second thought, you let him in. You stood in front of your door waiting to hear his heavy footsteps draw near. You slowly opened your apartment door, revealing the tall blonde man. You couldn’t read his expression, he looked pissed yet slightly amused. Once he stood on the last step; you fully opened the door, practically welcoming him into your home. He walked past you and took a look around. 

“Looks nothing like the last time I was here”

“I needed a change of scenery”

He let out a scoff before heading into your kitchen. He looked through a few cabinets before finding where you kept your mugs. He looked around and frowned when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He turned back around to you and gave you those sad puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Even got rid of my favorite mug”

“I did put all your stuff in boxes for you to pick up ..but obviously you didn’t care enough to come get them” You spat back

He nodded and turned back around to the cabinet. He grabbed a random mug and placed it in the cup holder of your coffee maker. He grabbed a k cup and placed it into the machine. You watched his every move as he navigated through your kitchen like he owned it. He stood there with his back to you as he watched the coffee pour into the mug. Once it was all poured out, he grabbed the mug and turnt back to you. He took a sip and eyed you over the lip of the mug. You rolled your eyes at him.

“So why are you here?”

He took his time and slowly lowered the mug from his face. He let the dark liquid dance on his tongue before swallowing it. He gently places the mug down and looks back at you.

“I heard you were dating again”

You took not even half the amount of time it took him to respond back

“Yea no shit sherlock”

“And of all people, you picked my best friend.. Ouch”

“Do you think I knew that when I started speaking to him?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t”

“I didn’t! If I knew I would have stayed far away from him”

He clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt

“Wow that one stung”

“Fuck off!”

“As much as I would love to.. I am more interested in catching up”

He picked up the mug once more and walked slowly towards the couch, not once taking his eyes off you. You followed after him. He plopped down into the middle cushion and you sat beside the armrest. He placed the mug onto the coffee table in front of him. His eyes scanned over your body, a smirk painting over  his lips once he met your eyes.

“You look good”

‘Thanks..”

He inched slightly closer, enough for you to almost not notice.

“So besides Apson.. Who have been the lucky guys?”

You stayed silent

“Come on! I might be your ex but I gotta know”

“There are none..” You whispered

“What was that?” He pushed

“There are none” You said louder but still hushed

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that”

“There was none! I haven’t seen anyone since you left!”

His cocky demeanor dropped, noticing just how much it hurt you to admit it. His smirk wa gonna and he somehow didn’t have a quick and snarky rebuttal. He cleared his throat and threw the persona back on.

“No wonder you chose Apson, you were desperate!”

That was your last straw. You stood from the couch and crossed your arms over your chest. You focused on a random corner in the room to try and avoid crying.

“Get out..”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

“Wait wait!.. Shit i’m sorry I shouldn't have said that.. Sit down please”

HIs voice was hushed and not even a drop of smugness was in sight. You sighed before obliging. Once sat on the couch you looked up at him. You nodded at him to continue speaking.

“Have you missed me at all?”

“No”

“Don’t lie”

He always knew exactly how to read you, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. He inched closer. You refused to look at him, hating how vulnerable this felt.

“I did at the beginning.. But I had to move on” You finally looked up at him with a new found sense of (fake) confidence. He gave you a disappointed look and a small nod. He looked away from you, letting his eyes wander around once more. The silence in the room was deafening. He turned back to you and opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but you beat him to the chase.

“What have you been doing since?”

“Working on my music.. I’ve been doing a couple festivals-”

“No girls?” You cut him off

He quickly shut his mouth. He looked down in his lap with a guilty look on his face. You scoffed and hugged your knees. He looked back up at you, the guilt completely taking over his body language.

“It's funny how you’re so quick to judge me for being single when you can’t settle”

He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily, then looked up at you with a look of desperation. He leaned closer to you and placed a hand on your knee. You slightly pulled back.

“Shit that's not what.. Look.. What I meant was-”

“I have a sad love life.. No, I get your message loud and clear!”

“No not at all.. Fuck!”

He took a moment to collect himself before finally continuing his sentence

“I'm such a hypocrite for saying that.. I haven’t even looked at another girl since everything. Fuck, you got a one up on me for going on a date”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he sighed heavily. His eyes darted to the ground, avoiding your gaze, clearly torn. He looked back at your; His expression was a mix of regret and guilt. She crossed your arms, your posture stiffening as she watched him. your eyes narrowed, catching every subtle shift in his demeanor. your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, in disbelief of his words.

“You’re such a fucking liar”

“You really think I'm lying?” He stood up off the couch

She stood up as well

“Yea I do, there is no way that you; The one who walked out on me and was the ultimate bachelor before we got together, didn’t mess around  with a single person”

“Well there is a way!”

“There is no reason that would be true!”

“Well there is!”

“I’d love to hear it!”

“It's because I'm still in love with you!”

She froze, the response she had ready dying on your lips. your eyes widened, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but she couldn’t find any. your breath hitched as she tried to process his words, your heart pounding in your chest. your hands, which had been clenched into fists, slowly relaxed, hanging limply by your sides. She took a step back then back in front of him.

She held eye contact with him, your breath catching as the tension between them grew so thick it was almost hard to breathe. Slowly, she moved closer, your pulse racing as the distance between them disappeared. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and without thinking, he moved the rest of the way, brushing your lips softly against his. The initial contact was hesitant, almost testy. He finally deepened the kiss, pulling you in with his hand on the small of your back. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping him as if she was afraid he’d leave again. The bickering from before and heavy feelings had left. He pulled away and placed his hands on the sides of your face. He admired every inch of your face like it’d be the last time he’d get to look at it.

“I’ve missed you, Schat”

[winchesterwild78]

The Hunter pt 3

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: SMUT!!, Violence, Alcohol, Drugging a drink, language.

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀 

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 3 months*

“Dean, honey, have you heard from Sammy recently? I know he was waiting to hear back from Stanford the last time we talked to him.” You asked from the kitchen. “Yeah, he said he called and they told him he could start in the Fall. He’s going to live on campus and get the full college experience.” Dean chuckled. “That’s great. I’m so happy for him. He deserves to be happy.” 

Dean walked in the kitchen of your shared apartment and put his arms around you from behind. It was his favorite thing to do when you were doing anything. He kissed the crook of your neck and you melted into his touch. 

After the two of you left Bobby’s you both decided to get “real” jobs, a place to live and hunt when you could. Hunting was in both of your bloods so there wasn’t getting out of it. Dean got a job as a mechanic in a local shop, and you got a job at the local school as an assistant teacher. You both made decent money, so you could afford a place and not steal credit cards. Something you both were happy about.

Dean’s phone rang and he groaned as he pulled away from you. You giggled and continued getting dinner ready. “Hey, Bobby! How are you?” You heard Dean say from the living room. “Yeah, she’s right here.” “Hey babe, it’s Bobby. He wants to talk to you.” 

You took the phone, “Can you watch the stove, please?” Dean nodded. “Hey, Uncle Bobby. How are you?” “I’m good sweetpea, how are you two doing? How’s the job?” “We’re doing great, and I love it. I love working with the kids. They are so sweet. Dean loves his job too. He actually makes pretty decent money. The owner of the shop loves Dean and wants to promote him to assistant manager. We are still hunting, just not all the time.” “Sounds like you’re really happy, honey. I’m so proud of you and I’m happy for you.” “Thank you, Uncle Bobby. I miss you!” “I miss you too, maybe these old bones can make it to see your place soon.” “I’d love that Uncle Bobby. We have an extra bedroom you’re welcome to stay in if you want to.” “I’d like that, I’ll let you know. Can I chat with Dean before I go?” “Yeah, sure. Love you Uncle Bobby!” “Love you too, sweetpea.”

You walked back into the kitchen and handed Dean the phone. You took over cooking while he talked to Bobby. “Hey, Dean, thank you for being the man she deserves. I wanted to apologize for misjudging you. I was wrong. She loves you and I know you love her.” “Yeah I do Bobby, more than you know. Thank you for saying that. It means so much coming from you.” “You’re welcome son. Well, I need to go. Give her a hug for me, and Dean, if you hurt her I will hurt you.” “Understood Bobby. Bye.”

Dean hung up and walked in the kitchen laughing. “Bobby told me if I hurt you he’d hurt me. I’m sure he could figure out numerous ways to torture me.” “He sure can. I’ve seen how he gets information from demons, you’d be no match for him.” You laughed and kissed Dean. 

You finished cooking dinner and Dean set the table. You served dinner and the two of you sat and ate. When dinner was done you told Dean you had a surprise for him and to wait at the table. “What is it?” He smiled. You giggled and told him he had to wait. You ran to your shared bedroom and put on the sexy nightie you bought and walked into the kitchen and grabbed the pie you got at the store. 

Dean was looking at his phone when you walked back in and you cleared your throat. He looked up and his jaw dropped. “Do you want your dessert or pie first?” You giggled. Dean stood up and growled as he took the pie out of your hands and grabbed you into his arms. He carried you like you weighed nothing towards the bedroom. “So I guess no pie?” You laughed. 

Dean tossed you on the bed and you bounced a few times giggling. “You’re so beautiful. When did you buy this?” You blushed, “I bought it yesterday when I went into town. I saw it and figured you’d like it.” “You damn right I do. God I’m one lucky man, come here sweetheart.” Dean pulled you into his arms and onto his lap. The nightie had very thin panties, so you could feel his arousal very well through his jeans. You pushed your hips down onto his member and you moaned. You did it again and started rubbing yourself on his hard length. “Mmm, take what you need baby.” You started to ride his lap as his cock pushed into your clit. You moved faster as your slick coated your thin panties and his jeans. “Oh, fuck, Dean. I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me baby. Cum on me.” You moved faster chasing your release. You grabbed his shoulders as you came hard, soaking your panties and his jeans. 

After you rode your high, you slid off and noticed his jeans were soaked. “Oh Dean, I’m so sorry, I ruined your jeans.” He smirked, “Hey, that’s what a washing machine is for. Come here!” He pulled you to him and slid down your nightgown. You removed your panties and he stood removing his pants and boxers. 

You slid to the top of the bed and he hovered over you placing kisses from your lips, down your neck and to your breasts. You sucked in air and threw your head back. “Oh Dean, please.” “Please what baby?” “Please take me. I need you to fill me up.” 

Dean lined himself up to you and pushed himself in. With one thrust he was inside and bottomed out. 

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders, “Oh Dean!” Dean stopped, trying to control himself so he didn’t spill into you too quickly. Between the nightie, you riding his lap, and how tight you were, he was ready to cum right then. You bucked your hips trying to get him to move. 

Dean growled and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. He set a hard pace. His thighs slapping your ass and the back of your legs, his cock pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you. You moaned and switched between grabbing him and fisting the sheets. Dean’s grunts and moans turned you on and you could feel the slick pouring out of you. 

The wet sounds of sex filled the room. “You’re so wet baby, damn you feel good.” You felt your core tighten again. With each thrust and movement, Dean was hitting your g-spot and sending you closer to another release. “Dean, I’m gonna cum,” You moaned. “Cum for me, sweetheart, cum on my cock.” Your release rushed over you and your walls clenched around Dean’s member. He groaned as your walls squeezed him. 

He moved your legs up and pushed down into you. The changed angle sent a shiver through your body. Dean was picking up his pace and thrusting deeper into you. Each thrust was deeper than the last and had you gasping for air. 

Dean backed off a little. You looked up at him, locking eyes and the love you saw in his eyes filled your heart and soul. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he chased his release. You could feel him getting close, “Cum for me Dean, fill me up.” Dean leaned down, kissed your lips and spilled his hot seed deep inside you. Coating your walls and womb with his cum. He grunted as he came and you felt his cock twitch inside you. 

Once the twitching stopped he slowly pulled out. A mixture of your release and his seeping out of your hole. He left to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and returned with a towel to clean you up. Both of you collapsed on the bed, laying in each other’s arms. 

Dean held you close and let his fingers dance lazily up and down your arm. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Dean whispered, breaking the silence in the room. “Just us, our life, our future. You know, nothing too big.” You chuckled softly. “Yeah, nothing too big.” Dean laughed. “So since it’s almost the end of the school year, I’ll be off for the Summer. What do you say we take a vacation or something?” You looked over at Dean. “A vacation? I’ve never been on one before. Maybe, I’ll see if I can swing that with work.” Dean pulled you closer to him. You always loved the cuddly side of Dean. The way he held you and kept you close after sex was something amazing. It was like he couldn’t let go of the intimacy of the moment and wanted it to last long after you both were satisfied. 

Dean’s phone ringing broke the comfortable silence in the room. He groaned as he leaned over and answered it. “Hello? Yeah, hey Jody. Okay, did you call my dad? Oh right, yeah that’s fine. Yeah, not that’s not a problem. I can be there in about 5 hours. Yeah, okay. Thanks Jody, see you soon.” Dean hung up and ran his hand down his face.

He looked over at you and smiled softly, “Duty calls. Jody needs help with a vamp nest. You up for a little hunt, sweetheart?” You nodded. Both of you got dressed quickly and packed a bag. You walked in the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes and put away the food. Dean walked out and saw the pie on the table and frowned. “Guess we forgot about the pie.” His lip poked out. “Oh, so you would have rather had the pie? I see how it is.” You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him playfully. 

He grabbed your waist causing you to squeak. “Nothing is better than you, pie is a close second, though.” He tilted his head back and laughed. God you love his laugh. You playfully hit his chest and feigned hurt. He kissed you and you kissed him back. “I love you, Dean Winchester!” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.” 

“Grab the pie, we will take it with us.” You laughed as Dean grinned and grabbed the box, forgetting about your bags. You made sure everything was locked up and you had everything, then closed and locked the front door. 

Dean opened your door and you climbed in, then he walked around and climbed in the driver’s seat. You could tell he really missed the Impala, but he never complained. He took your hand in his as he drove towards Jody’s house. 

A few hours later Dean was pulling up in front of Jody’s house. She came out to greet you both, giving you a hug only a mom could. “Hey, Jody. How are you?” “Good, Y/N, you look good. Love agrees with you.” She smiled and touched your shoulder. She pulled Dean into a hug too, “Hey, Dean. Long time. How are you? Have you heard from Sammy?” “I’m good and yeah, He’s starting Stanford in the Fall.” “Wow, that’s great! Okay, let’s get you two inside and talk.”

The three of you walked into the house and got settled in. Jody was letting you two stay in her guest room so you didn’t have to stay in a hotel. You were thankful, Dean was hesitant. He said he was looking forward to alone time with you. You rolled your eyes at him, “I think you’ll survive. Besides, we can be quiet.” You winked at him and he laughed and leaned into your ear, “I don’t think you can, but I’m up for a challenge.” 

“Dean, we need to focus on the hunt.” You shook your head laughing at him. Jody smiled at the two of you, “I remember being like you two. Newly in love, can’t keep your hands off each other.” She sighed deeply and had a soft smile on her face. 

You knew she missed her husband and son. It almost killed her, losing both of them and in such a horrible way. “All I ask is you two keep it down”  Dean laughed as you blushed. 

You and Dean took your bags into the guest room and set them down. Before leaving the room Dean pulled you into his arms and kissed you. “I just want you to know I love you so much, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” “I love you too, Dean, more than you know.”

Walking into the living room holding each other’s hands, Jody looked up and smiled. “I’m really happy for you, Dean and Y/N. I’m sure Bobby hit the roof, but I can see you two really love each other.” You smiled, “Yeah we do. Thanks Jody.” 

Sitting down Jody began telling you two about the case. Three women missing, young, and missing from the same bar. The only evidence is they were all seen talking to a younger man who was buying them drinks, they got up to leave with the man and the girls were never seen again.

“So any other leads? Did the bar have surveillance cameras?” You asked. “No, well, they do but the owner said they haven’t worked in about a week or two and he never got around to fixing them.” Dean looked up, “When did the disappearances start?” “About 2 weeks ago.” “Oh wait, do you think they broke the cameras to prevent being seen?” “I sure do, so Jody, why do you think we are dealing with vamps?”

“Well at first I didn’t, but then a few of our homeless people turned up dead and all their blood was drained from their body. Two puncture wounds in their neck. Then last week we had a blood drive at the sheriff's station and the van carrying the blood was robbed.” 

“Yep, definitely sounds like a vamp. I’m sure they girls are being slowly drained and turned, and they needed the blood to feed with. We need to figure out how to get to the nest.” The three of you sat in silence for a minute then you had a thought.

“So, if they are targeting young women, why don’t I go into the bar and see if I can be picked up. I’ll be bait and you two can keep an eye on me and follow us.” Dean shot his head up and looked at you, “Absolutely NOT. You’re not going to be bait for some fang.” “Dean, you’ll be right there. I know I’ll be fine.” You touched his arm trying to reassure him. “No! I won’t risk your life like that.” 

“Dean, she has a point, if they are looking for a young woman, she fits the profile. Plus she’s not from around here so she’s a perfect target. I know you don’t like the idea, but we will be right there. She will be fine.” 

Dean clenched his jaw and ran his hands down his thighs. He stood up quickly and huffed, “I need some fucking air.” You were startled by the tone of his voice. You’d been on so many hunts before, you knew what you were doing. Jody touched your arm and offered you a soft smile, “I’ll go talk to him.” You nodded.

Jody walked outside to find Dean pacing the driveway, “Dean, look I know you’re worried about her, but she’s been in this life her whole life and she’s a smart girl. We will be right there to protect her.” As she stepped closer she saw Dean had been crying. She grabbed him and pulled him into a body crushing hug. “I can’t lose her, Jody. I love her. She means so much to me.” “Shh, I know Dean. You’re not going to lose her. I promise.” “You can’t promise that. This life is always taking away people I love. That’s why we have regular jobs and live a normal life. We don’t hunt like we used to. I want to be with her, marry her, and start a family with her.” 

Jody could see how hard this was for Dean, she could also see how much he really loved you. You walked outside and saw Dean and Jody. She smiled at you and touched Dean’s shoulder before walking back inside. 

“Dean, honey, I have to do this. You know this is the only way. I’ve been bait before. The only difference now is our relationship. If we are going to continue hunting you have to be willing to let me do my job. Trust me enough to do my job.” Dean cupped your face in his hands, “I do trust you, Y/N. I just can’t stand the thought of losing you. I’ve already lost so much in my life. We have a future together that involves children. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t survive.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I know baby, but I will be okay.” “Okay, but I’m staying really close to you at that bar.” You chuckled, “Okay, Dean.” 

The three of you got ready and headed to the bar. You drove separately in case the vamp was watching the place, Dean and Jody rode in her truck. You parked and got out of your car, adjusting the very tight, very short dress Jody convinced you to wear. Dean loved it, you not so much.

You heard Dean chuckling behind you as he saw you struggle with the dress. You ignored him and kept walking. You sat at the bar and looked around, acting like you were just checking out the place. Dean and Jody sat at a table near the bar, in direct view of you. 

You ordered a drink and slowly sipped it. A few guys came up and chatted with you, but quickly lost interest when you told them you wouldn’t go to their car and hook up with them. Dean tried to pretend it didn’t bother him the guys were hitting on you, but it did. 

You sent Jody a text to tell her you had to use the bathroom. You stood up and started to walk towards the bathrooms when a tall, dark haired man stepped towards you.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, just going to use the restroom, excuse me.” Dean and Jody saw the exchange and Jody got up to follow you. 

You made it into the bathroom and let out the breath you were holding. Walking into the stall you locked the door. Jody came in and called your name, “Y/N, you okay?” 

You unlocked the door and stepped out, “Yeah, I just needed to pee, and I think that guy that approached me is our vamp.” “Yeah, I think so too. Be careful, and we’ve got your back.” You finished in the bathroom and you left. Returning to your seat at the bar you glanced over at Dean and he winked at you. You smiled softly. Jody came back out a minute later and took her seat with Dean. 

You noticed they were talking and then the bartender sat a drink down in front of you. “Oh, um I didn’t order this.” You said politely. “It’s from the gentleman at the end of the bar.” You looked where the bartender pointed and it was the same man who you talked to before going into the bathroom. You grabbed the drink, lifted it and nodded at him. 

He took this as permission to come over. He sat down on the stool next to you. He smiled at you and you smiled back. “Thank you for the drink, I’m Y/N, and you are?” “I’m Marco, and you’re welcome. So what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?” “Well, Marco, I just broke up with my boyfriend and I needed to blow off some steam. So I hopped in my car and just drove. Came into town this afternoon, saw this bar and figured why not.” 

Marco flashed a killer smile that would have had you melting in your seat if you didn’t know what he really was. He brushed a finger over and down your arm, causing a shiver through your body. Dean and Jody were watching the whole interaction. When he put his hands on you, Jody had to restrain Dean.

“So, Y/N, would you like to dance?” You knew Dean would lose his shit if he saw you dancing on some other man, but what were you supposed to do? “Yeah, sure. I”ll warn you though, I’m a terrible dancer.”

He stood and reached for your hand. You placed your hand in his and he led you to the dance floor. Dean’s jaw clenched when he saw Marco’s hand go around your waist. Marco leaned in and whispered something in your ear, you giggled and playfully hit his chest. You were playing the part well, maybe too well because Dean was getting pissed. 

“Dean, you need to pull yourself together, you’re going to blow this. She has to act like she’s interested or he won’t take the bait.” Dean let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair, “You’re right, but dammit, look at him. He’s got his hands all over her.” “It’s okay, Dean. She loves you. She’s a damn good hunter. She knows what she’s doing.”

Dean nodded and kept watching you. He noticed the guy looking at another man in the bar. The other man stood up and walked over to where you had been sitting. “Jody, watch that man. I think he’s with Romeo over there.” 

He approached the bar and as the bartender for a drink. Then Dean noticed he dropped something into your drink. Dean wanted to tell you not to drink it, but he knew he had to stay put. As soon as the man walked away you and Marco returned to your seats. “Whew, it's hot.” Marco said, grabbing his drink. “It sure is, excuse me, can I get some water please?” The bartender brought over your water. “Here pretty lady, finish your drink first. You don’t want it to get watered down.” Marco handed you your drink. You noticed the piece of pill lodged between two ice cubes, it hadn’t fully dissolved. 

You brought the drink up to your lips and pretended to sip it. You needed a distraction so you could dump the drink. Dean looked over at you, “She needs a distraction, she saw something in the drink.” Dean smiled. “Damn, Dean. You really know her, don't you.” “I’ll distract Romeo.” 

Jody stood up and walked over to the bar, acting like she was drunk. She leaned on Marco, “Hey cutie, looking for an experienced woman. I can show you things she hasn’t even thought of.” You giggled and took your drink and dumped it between your legs. Once it was dumped you looked at Jody. Marco was trying to get her off of him. “Hey, grandma, hit the road.” You said looking at her. Jody pretended to be offended and walked away. 

When she was gone Marco turned his attention back to you. “So, where were we?” He asked, looking over at your drink. “Wow, do you need another one, sweetheart?” “No, I’m good. I’m actually feeling a little, oh wow, the room is spinning.” You of course knew how you were supposed to act so Marco wouldn’t get suspicious. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you some fresh air.” When you stood you fumbled and fell slightly into his arms giggling. Dean almost jumped up but Jody grabbed his arm, “She’s okay, she dumped the drink.” Dean let out the breath he was holding. They watched as Marco took you outside. Once the door to the bar closed Dean and Jody got up and walked out. They had to pretend they were together, so Jody had her arm around him. 

Outside they saw Marco pushing you into a black sports car. Jody and Dean got in the truck and followed Marco. Jody tailed him and was able to follow him to an abandoned farm. He parked in front of the barn and pulled you out. You were pretending to be unconscious as he pulled you into the dark, damp barn. He laid you down next to a young woman who was crying. 

“Please, Marco, please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to get home. I have a daughter who needs me.” Marco stepped up to her and slapped her across the face, “Shut up! You’re not going anywhere.” She sobbed and held her face. 

It was dark in the barn, but slivers of moonlight danced in through the cracks and holes in the walls. You noticed she was tied up with rope. You chuckled when you saw the knots. Ha! Stupid vampires. Can’t even tie a decent knot. 

Marco left the room and you slid over to her. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. My name is Y/N, what’s yours?” “Shannon, I’m so scared.” “I know you are, Shannon. I heard you say you had a little girl, what’s her name?” “Caitlyn, she’s 4.” “Okay, I am going to do everything in my power to get you back to Caitlyn. My boyfriend and friend should be here any minute. We are hunters and are here to help.” 

As you talked to her, you untied her feet and hands. As you looked up you saw Dean and Jody. “Y/N, are you okay?” “Yes, this is Shannon. Get her out of here. Marco went through that door over there. I don’t know how many are here.”

Shannon spoke up “I know of at least 3, including Marco.” You nodded and Jody took her outside. Dean helped you up and pulled you into his arms. He kissed you softly and you headed towards the door Marco went out. Carrying your machetes you slowly walked in. Before you got all the way in, Jody was at your side. 

The three of you split up to cover more ground. You went to the right, Jody to the left, and Dean through the middle. As you came around the corner you came face to face with a vampire feeding on a young woman. “Hey asshole! Why don’t you suck on this?” He hissed at you and got up, teeth showing and blood on his mouth. 

Lunging at you, you took a step back and swung your machete, taking off his head. The girl he was feeding on was weak, but was alive. You told her you’d be right back and covered her with a blanket. 

Jody found another vampire feeding on another young woman and took off his head. You walked around the corner and came face to face with Marco. “Oh look who’s awake. Such a clever little hunter. He stepped closer and you backed up. As you went to swing your machete he grabbed your arm and squeezed until you dropped it. He pushed you back into the wall and smelled up your neck. 

“You smell so intoxicating. I can’t wait to take a bite.” Your eyes flicked over his shoulder and you saw Dean stalking up behind him. As Marco leaned back to bite you, Dean’s machete came down and took off his head. His grip loosened and you stepped over his body. 

“Thanks baby.” You shot Dean a smirk. “Good thing I got here when I did, sweetheart.” “I knew you were coming, and you would save me. My big, bad, hunter boyfriend.” You kissed his lips and he chuckled. The three of you cleared the barn and found 3 more vampires feeding off the blood bags. You helped the women out and Jody called an ambulance. You and Dean disposed of the vampire’s bodies as Jody took care of everything else. 

Dean drove you back to Jody’s house. The two of you walked in and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart.” “Dean, I can’t breathe”, you giggled. Dean loosened his grip and smiled. He kissed your lips softly.

“Babe, I’m filthy and need to get out of this uncomfortable dress.” Dean smiled at you, “I can help you with that.” You wiggled out of his arms and started to walk towards the bathroom. You stopped halfway down the hallway and turned around to Dean, “You coming Winchester?” You grinned and Dean came bounding towards you.

You giggled as you ran to the bathroom. Dean followed you in. He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the door closing it. 

You kicked off your heels and turned so he could unzip your dress. You moved your hair to the side and Dean grabbed the zipper, slowly unzipping your dress. As your skin started to become exposed, Dean’s fingers slowly danced down your back, sending a shiver up your spine. 

Your dress fell to the cold tile on the floor and pooled around your feet. You stepped out of the bundle and turned to face your handsome boyfriend. Standing in your bra and panties, Dean bit his lip while his eyes raked over your body. “God you’re beautiful, sweetheart.” Dean pulled you flush to him and into a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth. Your hands moved up and under Dean’s shirt. He backed away and pulled it over his head. Your fingers danced down his chest and to his belt. You began to unbuckle his belt and pulled it through the loops. Dean took off his shoes and stood back up unbuttoning his pants. You slid his pants and boxers down, dropping to your knees. 

Looking up at Dean with lust in your eyes. “No, not tonight sweetheart.” Dean said as he pulled you to your feet. You poked your bottom lip out, “But I want to please you, Dean.” “Not tonight. Let’s get you in the shower.” Dean pulled back the curtain and turned on the water. 

Dean took you in his arms again and unhooked your bra. He kissed a trail down your neck and to your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned as Dean kissed and sucked your breasts. His hands made their way to your hips and he slid down your panties. 

Helping you into the warm shower, Dean pressed his lips on yours as the hot water cascaded down over the two of you. You could feel your arousal running down your thigh, mixing with the water. “Dean, I need you.” “Patiences, you need to cum first.” Your walls clenched around nothing at his words. 

“Please..” You moaned. Dean’s fingers danced down your body and found their way to your folds. As Dean ran his fingers through them, you moaned and gasped. His fingers hooked inside you, hitting your g-spot, and his thumb began rubbing your engorged clit. It wasn’t going to take you long tonight. The mixture of the alcohol, the adrenaline from the hunt, and Dean’s skilled hands, you were already close. 

“I’m gonna cum, Dean. Oh my God!” Dean leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Let go for me, sweetheart, cum for me.” “OH FUCK!” You came hard on Dean’s fingers. He moved his hand, helping you ride your high. 

You looked down and saw Dean’s cock rock hard, “I need you, Dean. Please.” You bent over and looked over your shoulder at Dean. “Are you sure you want it this way, sweetheart?” Dean asked. “Yes, please.” You said, looking at him. Dean pumped himself a few times, positioned himself and pushed in, grabbing your hips. 

He groaned and you moaned loudly. “Damn, baby you’re so fucking tight for me. I’m not going to last long.” Your hands were pressed against the cold tile in the shower as Dean pushed into you. The room filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, moans and the water running. You could tell this position was going to make him cum fast, so you pushed into him hard, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” 

Dean was pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you, causing you to yelp with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer to his release, but he wanted to see you. He pulled out and you whined at the loss of fullness. He leaned you up, spun you around and pushed your back against the tile. 

Dean lifted your legs and pushed back in. Taking you against the wall. His lips landed on yours in a searing kiss as he pushed deep inside you. Your hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders and your nails left half moon indentions on his skin. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear, “Cum Dean, cum inside me. Fill me with your seed. Fuck a baby into me.” That was all it took, and you could feel Dean’s hot seed coating your womb. He gently put you down as he softened, and grabbed a washcloth to clean you both up. You finished your shower and both of you got out and dried off. 

Getting dressed, Dean leaned down and kissed you. “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Dean.” A knock on the bathroom door startled both of you, “You two save me any hot water?” Jody called from the other side, laughing. You turned red as Dean opened the door, “We didn’t need hot water, it was plenty hot in there.” He winked at Jody as he walked past her. 

You buried your face in your hands and Jody laughed. You said good night to Jody and you and Dean went into the guest room. Dean pulled back the blanket and you both crawled in. Taking you in his arms, Dean kissed your lips softly. “You did great tonight, baby. I just can’t wait to get back home, to our home.” “Me either, Dean, home to our apple pie life.” You kissed him and snuggled to his side, falling asleep in his arms.

Part 4

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Kurapika fluffy relationship headcanons :)

i felt like doing some for him so here i am

finding fluffy ones for him isn’t hard but i just wanted to add to the ratio

gn reader! :)

so before i start i want to say that i’m going to do this in a scenario where you met at the boat taking you to dolle harbor

(if you don’t remember it’s the island that leads the entrance exam—aka the island where the old woman asks the main four if you’d rather save your mother or you lover. look it up-)

anyway

you two met on that boat

he looked pretty friendly to you

so you struck a conversation

even if your not the most social- the other guys sure didn’t look friendly

plus you were interested in the book he was reading

which is what you talked about

eventually you got each other’s names and some small introductory facts about each other

so you guys became friends :)

he saw how strong you were during the yellow wolf thing’s test (forgot they name- not gonna look it up)

or if your not strong you were smart enough to figure out that this was a test

or not- again. then maybe he helped you out/protected you

”hey thanks!”

”it’s nothing, just watch your back next time :)”

you travel with kurapika, leorio and gon for some time and get to know the 4 of them decently by the time you make it to the actual exam

fast forward to around the time your getting closer to finishing the exam

leorio has picked up on the fact that kurapika has a crush on you by now

he offers him advice but kurapika decides to do things on his own

fast forward again to after he courts you

(if you want hcs that go more in depth on him crushing or trying to court you just ask)

relationship time!!

i’ll clear this up right here and now-

no he wouldn’t involve you in his spider killing business

ik everyone says that 😭

but it’s true we all just kinda collectively agree he wouldn’t for your safety

especially since your his s/o

now your the closest person he has to family besides friends

and he definitely wouldn’t want to risk that

so no, he wouldn’t involve you the same way he wouldn’t involve killua, gon and leorio

if you get held hostage along with gon and killua he would internally panic

this is kurtapika tho so of course he still stays calm and rational

they’d better not hurt you

but just like gon and killua they left you go :)

he gives you a very very tight hug after that.

he loves reading and would love to bond with you over books if you do too

recommending authors to each other

reading in silence next to each other

sharing your thoughts after finishing the same book

its comforting

kurapika is a pretty good cook

even though he doesn’t do it often he was taught from a young age by his mom

so he’s real good with seasoning

kurapika likes savory foods, a little bit of sweet too

occasionally salty

but he won’t mess with spicer ones

if he does the shopping he won’t come home with spices

you’ll have to buy that

his first instinct wouldn’t be to give massages

but if you ever asked for one he’d realize loves to give and receive them

if your not strong he’d teach you how to defend yourself

probably some basic nen too

he likes cuddles more than he’d like to admit

if you ask he’d blush a little then lay down and wait for you to snuggle up next to him

hes also real good at keep the place clean

he wouldn’t bring up dates since he’s busy a lot but if you suggest one when he has some time he’d be more than happy to go on one with you

he’s a very loyal, honest and communicative lover

on the last one though he’ll shut down and walk away before coming to talk it out later

it kinda sucks but it’s a habit of his so you’ll have to talk to him about it if you want him to put forth effort to stop

he respects and supports most decisions you make as long as they’re safe

he probably told you about his family back when you were friends

like how he did with gon killua and leorio

you can try to comfort him about it but he kinda reacts how he did when he told gon and the others

”only killing all the spiders would be able to put me at ease”

even then as we saw when he heard they “died” he’d still be drowning in a indespicable emptiness 🤓

on a brighter note

if you compliment him his reaction is kinda cute

”oh..! thanks y/n :)”

continue to do it frequently and he’ll do it back to you

it becomes you guys’ thing.

his love languages are quality time (as much as he can) and acts of service

overall he’s a 9/10 lover <3

[spectersgirl]

"Harvey is dating a really famous actress or singer (like Taylor Swift). People think he's just a playboy but Harvey and her has been secretly been dating for a while but kept it a secret due to her fame. Maybe have a relationship reveal when he shows up at her concert or Harvey introduces her during a company holiday party."

I got this request in my messages! I love this prompt because I'm currently loving the Taylor Swift Travis Kelce moment going on.

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If You're Ready, I'm Ready

Harvey Specter x Reader

You peeked out the window of your large Manhattan apartment, waiting to see a particular black Lexus pull up out front. You were one of the most famous musicians in the world, which sometimes could mean rather unpleasant interactions, so to see your boyfriend, New York's most respected lawyer Harvey Specter, you had to sneak around at night. The stakes of it all were exhilarating, despite how difficult it could sometimes be. It was sexy, it was fun, and it reminded you of sneaking out as a teenager.

When you finally did see the car, you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. You quickly threw on a baseball cap and sneakers, trying to look as normal as you possibly could before calling the elevator to head downstairs.

The driver was waiting at the back door of the car, one hand on the handle when you got there. The windows were almost completely blacked out, so you didn't know your boyfriend was waiting for you in the car too.

"Surprise, beautiful." He said, a dazzling smile on his face. He pulled a bouquet of flowers from the seat next to him and handed it to you once the car door was closed.

You placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes for a moment before kissing him deeply.

"These are gorgeous, what're they for?" You asked once you pulled away.

"They're just a little something to show you how proud I am of you. You sold out MSG, that's a huge deal!"

You smiled softly, blushing. The butterflies in your stomach erupted like crazy. Harvey meant the world to you, and hearing he was proud of you made your heart swell in your chest. You weren’t used to guys actually caring about you. You’d gone through your fair share of fuckboys and clout chasers in your time, but Harvey was… completely different.

With the guys that had come before, you'd gone too public too quickly, giving you the reputation of that girl that dates around and can't keep a man. The reality of it was that you were simply looking for your person. Despite the facade he puts on in his work and the decently large number of girls he’d been with in his past, Harvey was a really great guy. He always went at your pace, showed you how proud he was of your successes, and was a total gentleman.

You had finally decided that you were ready to take away that little bubble of privacy you'd hidden behind for the last year since meeting Harvey. You were tired of the sneaking around and hiding him away. You finally wanted to show him off to the world, show everyone you were, in fact, capable of picking a good one. The truth of it all was that you were scared. Scared for him, scared for you, scared for what it could all mean for your relationship. Once the public knew about him, they’d never leave him alone. You sighed slightly, a sad smile replacing your formerly happy one. You wished it didn't have to be like this, and you knew Harvey didn't mind doing whatever you felt was best, but you didn't want to lose him because you had to keep hiding. You were snapped out of your thoughts when his hand softly stroked your upper leg.

“Hey, what’s wrong Y/N? Did something happen?” Harvey asked, genuine worry taking over his features.

“Oh, no. It’s… I’m fine. I'm just thinking about how I think... I think I'm ready. Want to show everyone how sweet and handsome my man is.” You told him, absentmindedly rubbing the top of his hand.

“Y/N, any time you want to do that, you know I’m on board. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m down for.” He reassured.

"I know, and I love and appreciate you for that, I'm just scared. Once they find out about you... they'll never leave you alone. They'll be all over you all the time, and not just because they'll see how handsome you are" You said, trying to curb your own worries.

It was Harvey's turn to give you a sad smile now. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, softly rubbing your arm in comfort.

"Honey, to be honest with you, I really don't care. I love you, that's all I care about. Whatever happens out there, whatever they do to me, doesn't affect what we have. Okay? I want what you want, so if you're ready, I'm ready. If you want to wait, that's okay too."

You had tears falling down your cheeks now, he was really the most perfect man you'd ever met. He brought a thumb up to wipe your tears away.

"These are happy tears I hope?" He said, a teasing grin on his face.

You nodded, giggling.

"That they are. I just don't know how I got so lucky. You've been so good to me, I just love you so much. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Every bit of you is worth the wait. No matter how long the wait is." He said, placing a kiss on your lips.

Once you pulled away, slightly breathless, you got an idea.

"Hey, I have a red carpet this weekend, would you want to come with me?" "Y/N, are you asking me to be your date?"

"That depends on what your answer is"

"Of course I'll be your date. I'll wear my best tux, I wouldn't want the world thinking you're dating some slob in an ill-fitting suit."

This made you laugh, knowing how seriously Harvey took his attire.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, my love. Now come here and kiss me again"

"Your wish is my command, my pretty girl."

[dezinthecloud]

Sunday Snippet

Hellooo lovelies!! 💖 Hope all of you had a beautiful week filled with love. We got blessed with so many gorgeous Valentine's Day fics I can't wait to through...

I am combining last week's Wednesday and Friday tags here as well. Thank you for tagging me: @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @jmagnabo92 and @sophie1973 💖💖

I posted a Valentine's fic as well for @ficwip's 'Hey Sweetheart' challenge: Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Alex decides to play wingman for his roommate Henry this Valentine's week and find him the perfect date! Adding a snippet from there:

“Fuck relationships! When was the last time you actually went home with someone? This girl was practically throwing herself on you.” “I…” Alex tries to come up with a decent counter but can't think of any. Man, has it really been that long?

“You say he is your best friend,” Nora continues. “And then call him ‘Sweetheart’ .” Okay, this one he does have a counter for. “That’s circumstantial,” Alex objects. “Everyone knows this story. I gave that nickname as a joke because of his obsession with those sugary heart shaped cookies. It used to be ‘Sweet Heart Cookie Monster’.” “Which got shortened to ‘sweetheart’ over the years. Of course,” Nora says, dragging the last word a bit too long. “And what story does he have for calling you ‘darling’ ?” “Oh that's just general affection,” Alex points out, pointedly not mentioning how his heart fluttered the first time Henry called him that, and how it has continued fluttering every subsequent time. “General affection?” Nora raises her eyebrow. “You know, like Brits calling people ‘love’. Or Brits calling people ‘dear’. Or Brits sending ‘x’ after texts,” Alex pauses. “Wow the Brits are so fucking affectionate!” Nora sighs. “Fine! You are not dating Henry, then?” Alex nods. “I am not. We do live together and spend all our time together, we are always there for each other and tell each other all our secrets, and I love him so much sometimes it makes me feel stupid and Oh.”

You can read the whole thing here. It's fluffy and soft, with a tiny bit of angst. 💖

Tagging back: @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @miharaikko @jmagnabo92 @caterpills

@whispered-story @dwell-the-brave @kj-bee @tailsbeth-writes @porcelainmortal and anyone else who wants to join

[toringo]

Hey there Toringo, how's it going?

(It's Perro just so you know, I have zero clue which one of my accounts tumblr will decide to send this ask from.)

I really loved this post. It's just such a fun idea and a very interesting exploration of the characters.

So, how exactly would this impact Jimmy and Curly's relationship? Because quite frankly, whatever they got going on in your version of the anti tulpar au is some of the most toxic, radioactive shit I have ever seen.😍

Did Curly getting the right meds happen from the start (in this version of the au) or did they already have that whole awful situasionship going on before?

How would your Jimmy react to Curly becoming more nice and maybe less insecure? Would it change his masochistic/sadistic tendencies.

This got a bit long... Anyways, luv u babe. You're a gift to this fandom.💗���💘

Hi Perro! You know how it is - ups and downs! Artblock is over tho, so that's great ^^

(Dw dw I will recognize any of your accounts ngl)

I'm very happy you liked it! I wanted a small break from all the angst of my version of the Anti-Tulpar au, and that seemed perfect, so I went with it. I love to think Grant's relationship with the crew is somewhat decent, excluding James (things are complicated between them), so if felt like a natural progression.

Curly and Jimmy did not have the whole situationship going on in this version, but things were getting there. I guess Curly gets his meds right before shit hits the fan and it just prevents their awful little non-romance from blooming.

After everything, Curly has to face the person he's become and deal with the fact it's not looking good (will explore in later comics). He tries to make amends, just a bit.

Jimmy is doubtful at first, but after realizing things are changing, he starts getting more confident and obvious in his infatuation/obsession with the captain. Like it's finally being returned, which makes him more entitled to Curly's time and attention and… just him in general. He's definitely still sadistic/masochistic and obsessive, but now that he thinks it somehow WORKED, might be more unbearable. Though not as dangerous, since he has no reason for revenge. Just more of a nuisance.

Ngl, Curly's meds would make him disassociate more regularly, which would be dangerous for obvious reasons, and since Jimmy IS an emergency pilot in my version, Curly would have to ask him to keep an eye on things in the cockpit from time to time. Which would be humiliating for him, and a confirmation of his delusions for Jimmy.

I think Curly would actually agree to try things out with him, for a small change of pace, and would stay with him for novelty and convenience. And Jim would just find a way for it to stick. Some way. For sure.

I honestly have no bigger plans for this au right now beyond like 2 comics, but I don't want it to get TOO dark. Definitely no post-crash dark.

I wanna post a comic soon! Maybe around 4 pages…?? We'll see!

And dw, my answer also got a bit lenghty, love you too! Always a joy to talk to you, your art and ideas are a godsent. Have a wonderful day/night, xoxo!