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waynes-multiverse · 7 months ago

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I honestly already loved the very first line! What a way to start a story! Bravo! 😂👏❤️‍🔥

Let's get into this one 👀

“Okay, sounds g—” Beau was forced to pause on a sharp inhale.

I broke! 🤣 I love innuendos like this!

“What a way to greet the sun,” he remarked.

I snorted hard at that one 🤣 Oh sweet Lord and baby Jesus, he'd for sure say somethin' like that. Bless his heart 🤣🤣

“Have a good day, baby. I…” you trailed. Certain words were poised on your tongue. Words that neither of you had said to one another just yet. Your heart started tripping up a bit as you realized it.

Whoop! We have a hurdle 👀 Now, I shall wait who says the magic words first... 😈

There were other signs of struggle;

My crime-loving heart burns with passion every time I read classics like this 😍❤️ That's when you know shit's about to get good 😏 (We definitely watch too much Law & Order lol. Loved the SVU warning btw 😆)

murder cluster

Not me crying over perfect words like a nerd 😭😂🤓

But those two months had also led him to cancel dates with you and plans with his daughter. He hadn’t stayed over your apartment in weeks. You’d spoken to Emily, and she told you he was often late in picking her up from school on his custody days with her. When she was with him, he always seemed distant, distracted.

Yup, typical law enforcement (at least when you're passionate and care). I thought he'd be the exactly the same way – just drown in a case and forget your whole world around you in the process

Beau watched you putter around the apartment while Emily settled in front of the TV with the remainder of her homework. He felt like an outsider with his own girlfriend and daughter…and there was an eerily familiar feeling churning in his gut.

Whoa, definitely don't mess with Y/N. Girl knows how to "silently treat" someone lmao 🤣

Beau stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, with the towel wrapped around his hips, his chest and arms all dewy. You had to force yourself not to take notice.

Umpf... don't underestimate Beau either. He's playing dirty 😆

deceptively calm look on your face

Yup, that's the one 😂 You've outdone yourself with the passive-agressiveness of this 👏😆

“I get the feeling you’re mad,” Beau said, breaking the silence.

Honestly, this man should be a detective. Wow, the talent...

AND:

“All right, tell me. Why’re you mad?” he asked.

Ugh, the man is sweet but frustrates me sometimes. I can see him this innocently spinning around, too 🙄

“Look, it’s not like I’m out there cheating on you! I’m doing my damn job!” he said.

Yup, there we go. I expected something like this. His "it's okay to be an asshat as long as you're saving someone/doing good" reminds me of someone... 👀

ALSO: he did not seriosuly say that?!?!?! 🤬

The man was tall and lean, with pieces of his coiffed dark hair falling over his sharp blue eyes. They found you, and his lips curved into a smile after he gave you a once-over.

Ugh, typical creep behavior 😒 Show me you're a low-life criminal and perv without telling me you are... (btw: why do they always do this in shows and movies? Like, "Ooooh, look at me! If I hadn't been caught, you would've been my next victim" 😂)

“Where were you on November 2 between 10:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.?” Beau asked.

1983? I love you for this 😂 Please tell me more people got that reference 🙌

Admittedly, you were being a bit petty. You were screening your boyfriend’s calls.

I mean, a little... But we all are sometimes, so we get it 😆🫶

I honestly hope that super creep doesn't come after her, now that he's out on bail. Poor woman has been through enough creepy serial killer trauma 🙈

You gasped and turned around. A man covered your mouth as a scream tore from your throat and echoed loudly in the garage. He shoved you hard against the car door, but thanks to a few self-defense lessons from both Jenny and Beau, the heel of your hand came up on reflex.

Welp, there we go! I spoke too soon lol. ZEP! You're gonna make this girl need life-long therapy! 😂 And poor Beau, he already blamed himself last time. He's gonna freak for sure now. This is all gonna get worse 🙈

“Freeze, Casey!” came an angry shout. Both you and your attacker recognized that voice. Your breath was stifled in hope. Casey frowned in frustration.

My breath caught in my throat. I was on the edge of my seat there 👀

“I’ll take you home, okay?” he said.

N'awwwww a callback ��🥹🥹

Beau held you close in your bed later that night. You two had dinner together and had been rewatching old episodes of Friends to take both of your minds off what happened today.

Zep, omg! 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭 Why are you hitting me with all these feels? This is me and hubs ❤️

Beau Arlen truly was a good man, and that was hard to come by.

The title track 💚💚💚

“I just don’t want anything like that to happen to us. I love you too much,” you said. A tear worked its way down your cheek. “Beau, I love you.”

Awww, she said it first and overcame her fear 🥹🫶

I already knew he felt the same 😏 He honestly should've manned up and said it already. We know he was feeling it and close to saying it in the series lol

Zep, I loved this one shot! It was amazing! Such a beautiful addition to this wonderful series 🥹❤️ Can't wait to see what else you come up with in this universe 🫶

A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

AN: This is a sequel story to the Take Me Home storyverse, set just a few months after Part 9!

Word Count: 5.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, a Law & Order: SVU-esque case, angst, perilous situations and violence, hurt/comfort and fluff.

Catch up on TMH: ⤵️

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You took pleasure in the sounds you were pulling out of this man.

You continued to kiss down his neck. Each of your movements was slow and purposeful.

Your hips rolled against his, brushing your clothed, aching core against his risen length. His hands were like steel bands on your hips, not letting you leave even if you wanted to. He groaned.

“I needa get ready for work,” Beau chuckled. And he pointed out, “So do you.”

You smiled against his skin, and you gently dragged his flesh between your teeth.

“It’s still early,” you argued in his ear. You teased the shell of it with your tongue, making him shudder and rock his clothed hard-on between your legs. The wet tip of his cock dampened your panties further.

His hands moved down your thighs, caressing, squeezing, getting a handful of your ass in the process. Just as his fingers dipped under the satin hem of your panties, his phone buzzed on one of the nightstands. Beau let out a sigh of disappointment and reached over blindly for it.

He saw the caller ID and took in a breath to get himself together first. Even though he didn’t quite succeed, he answered the call.

“Mornin’, Jenny,” he greeted. You grinned.

“Tell her I said hi,” you whispered.

Beau shot you a “stern” look, though his lips curved at a smile. He mouthed at you to behave.

You gave him a look that was cheeky at best.

“We caught a new case. If you want, you can meet us at the scene instead of the precinct,” said Jenny.

“Okay, where to?” Beau asked.

While Jenny gave him the directions, you used his distraction to your advantage. You shimmied out of your underwear and the overly large shirt you’d stolen from him last night. Then you drew down the waistband of his underwear and freed his cock into your hands.

“Okay, sounds g—” Beau was forced to pause on a sharp inhale.

“You okay?” Jenny asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just fine. Had a tickle in my throat,” Beau said.

"Okay, well just so you know," Jenny said, continuing to give him tidbits of information that he really should've been paying attention to.

He cleared his throat, shooting you an incredulous look. You didn’t pay him much mind as you began to touch him with care, from the weeping tip and along the shaft down to the base, even caressing his balls.

Beau’s furrowed gaze held yours as his breath faltered again. Your deft hands lined up his cock to your entrance. You teased yourself on the sensitive head of it, brushing it through your wet folds and against your clit. You had to bite your lip against a moan, but you didn’t quite manage to stifle the sound.

“Okay, Jenny. Thanks, I’ll see you there in a bit,” he said in a rush.

He hung up as soon as he could, but all the while, you were unrelenting. You finally sunk fully down on his cock, taking him all the way inside your wet heat.

Beau let out a strained groan and grabbed your arms. He sat up and pressed his forehead to yours. His lips formed a chiding smile.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said. His voice was a bit rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You want me to be nice?” you teased, beginning to let the full length of him slide out of you. You welcomed him back inside with a rock of your hips. “I just need a moment of your time, Sheriff.”

He nodded breathlessly. “Think I can manage that.”

You smirked and held onto the back of his neck as you rode him. You had a feeling you would find fingerprint bruises on your hips and thighs tomorrow, but this was worth it.

It took a lot to see Beau lose control, even in the bedroom. Now, he had a hand tangled in your hair and his lips fastened to your throat. He helped you move on him with a guiding hand on your hip. You slipped a hand from his shoulder and further parted your folds to find your clit.

But as Beau so often did, he moved your hand away so he could usher in your pleasure himself. He massaged your clit until your inner walls became almost too tight for him to drive up into you. Your thighs shook around his hips, and he managed to hold off on his own release until you came, hard on his cock.

You cried out near his ear and held onto his shoulders. He supported your collapse against his chest, but he still grabbed your hip tighter and rutted into you a few more times, until he was able to spill into you and fill you up to the brim with his warmth. You clenched on him on purpose, milking him for all he was worth.

Fuuuckin’ hell, he thought with a grunt, and he panted against your shoulder. He laid a belated kiss there.

“What a way to greet the sun,” he remarked.

You laughed breathily, caressing his cheek.

Beau was, inevitably, running late for work. He found that he was okay with that as he kissed you goodbye.

You were still in your robe and holding a mug of coffee. You didn’t need to be at work for another couple of hours. Your Tuesday classes didn’t start until 10:00 a.m.

“Have a good day, baby. I…” you trailed.

Certain words were poised on your tongue. Words that neither of you had said to one another just yet. Your heart started tripping up a bit as you realized it.

Even though you’d known the truth of what you felt for him for a while now, you’d been very careful to let him say it first. You told yourself you didn’t want to pressure him, in light of his contentious divorce and how new this all still was between you and Beau…

But more often, you wondered if you were maybe projecting, considering your own rocky past. Maybe it was just self-preservation.

“Yeah?” Beau questioned. You waved him off with a nervous chuckle.

“Nothing. I don’t know,” you said. “My coffee hasn’t kicked in yet.”

He just smiled and gave you one last kiss to the side of your head before he left your apartment.

Beau arrived at the scene of the crime: the parking lot of a movie theater. Jenny and Poppernak were already there inside the perimeter of yellow caution tape while the Forensics team did their thing. Jenny checked her watch when she saw the sheriff.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Traffic,” Beau lied, his face warming. “What’ve we got?”

He quickly shifted his attention to the pool of blood staining the ground between his deputies. The path of his gaze led to the victim: a young woman wearing a blouse, skirt, and heels. The skirt was torn up to the hip. Her neck was cut, deep but clean.

There were other signs of struggle; road burns on her right thigh, like she had been dragged. Jenny even found a can of pepper spray rolled under the victim’s car.

“Maybe he was trying to get her to his car. She fought back hard enough that he cut his losses,” she theorized.

Beau blew out a sigh and nodded grimly.

“Okay. Let’s get started.”

Two months gave the Lewis and Clark Sheriff’s Department two more murders. Both were women, presumably alone and late at night, and in the dimly lit, poorly secured parking lot of an establishment.

Stressed didn’t begin to cover how Beau Arlen walked back into the precinct two hours before he truly had to. What little forensics they’d been able to uncover from each scene (and on the victims) let them to conclude that the suspect was male, and likely between 5’10” and over 6 feet tall.

As they now had a murder cluster, Beau and his team determined that the victims were found within a 5-mile radius. Both Emily’s school and the college where you taught were within that range.

It had led Beau to long nights spent at the precinct and in town, researching, canvasing, working with his team to lock down possible leads.

It was all too familiar, Emily told you, and she hated it.

You were worried and becoming increasingly frustrated. Any calls you made to him to check in were a few minutes at most, before he left you hanging to go back to work.

Beau had told you this was a difficult string of homicide cases, and very little else. You knew that he shouldn’t and couldn’t tell you too many details about the case, but you also couldn’t help but feel that he was pulling away from you…and leaving you in the dark.

You’d just gotten home after a longer day than usual at work. Frankly, you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was shower and find whatever you could in your fridge to have for dinner. You didn’t care what it was at this point.

Before you could go rummaging, however, your phone started to ring. You sighed and went back to the purse you dumped on the kitchen table, and you saw that the call was from Carla. Your brows knitted in confusion. She’d been on a business trip in California for one of her higher-profile trial cases.

Carla was polite on the phone, but sounded a bit stressed.

“Emily just called to tell me that Beau hasn’t come by to pick her up from school. She’s been there for two hours,” Carla said.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? That’s not like him.”

“I know, but he’s not picking up his phone. Is he with you?” she asked.

“No, I just got home. He has to be still at work,” you said. You restrained a sigh as you grabbed your purse back up. “I can pick Emily up.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, in a relieved tone that suggested that was what she’d wanted all along, but she still wanted to be polite about it.

“Yes, I’ll get her. Don’t worry,” you said. “And I’ll talk to Beau about this.”

“Good,” Carla said. “I appreciate that.”

After getting off the phone with Carla, you texted Emily and let her know you were coming to pick her up. She texted back:

Are you sure? I can just take an Uber to your place or something.

You replied:

No, honey. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in 15 - 20 minutes.

You didn’t manage to get ahold of Beau until you’d already picked Emily up from school. You braved through thirty minutes of traffic to get home again, and you stopped to grab dinner on the way.

Beau didn’t get to your apartment until later that night. You and Emily had a nice dinner of Tex-Mex takeout (though she’d said it was definitely better in Houston). He looked tired and apologetic as he went to hug his daughter first.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “I just got held up at work.”

Emily nodded and tried to smile at him, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“It’s fine, I get it,” she said.

Beau knew his daughter well enough to see the truth. He sighed, but he went over to you in the kitchen next. You were putting away the leftovers. He laid a hand on your back and tried to kiss you in greeting, but you only gave him your cheek.

You didn’t meet his eyes when you slid over the plate you’d set aside for him: a massive carne asada burrito with all the sauces, just like he liked it.

Beau felt like an ass.

You left him to heat up his food and went to Emily, who was helping to clear the kitchen table.

“Do you need help with your homework?” you asked her. “I know you said you did some at school while you were waiting.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty much done. I’ve got it.”

You smiled at her. “Okay, good job.”

The next item on your mental list was grabbing the bedsheets out of the dryer, to set up the pull-out bed from the couch later for Emily to sleep.

Later that night, you were reading in bed. Beau stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, with the towel wrapped around his hips, his chest and arms all dewy. You had to force yourself not to take notice.

You’d been missing him—practically aching for him for weeks, for two months. You were also upset with him though, and for more than one reason.

After he got dressed for bed in a long-sleeved shirt and some sweatpants, Beau once again noticed that deceptively calm look on your face. He knew that face, just as he sensed the tension in the air.

He sighed and came to sit on the edge of his side of the bed. Or at least, the side he’d claimed ever since he started sleeping over regularly here. Somehow, his own trailer had become a bit stale and lonesome, unless Emily was staying over.

Beau watched your profile and saw the way you were trying your best to ignore him.

“I get the feeling you’re mad,” Beau said, breaking the silence. “Sorry about today. I know Carla called you…I just got caught up with something at work.”

“Carla was right to call me,” you replied, though your eyes didn’t leave the page that you weren’t reading. Beau’s lips pursed.

“Darlin’, would you look at me, please?” he asked.

You dropped your book into your lap, and you met his gaze.

“All right, tell me. Why’re you mad?” he asked.

You raised your brows with a tense frown.

“I’m upset with you. Because this is the first night you’ve spent here in over a month. And it’s not because you wanted to.”

You shoved the blankets off your body and slipped out of the bed. Beau’s shoulders sunk a bit.

“Come on, honey. You know that’s not—” he tried, but you weren’t done.

No, you were very far from done.

“I’m upset with you, because every time I try to extend an olive branch and make plans with you, you reschedule at the last minute,” you snapped. “I’m upset with you because what few and far between conversations we do have? They consist of me trying to figure out what’s happening with you, trying to share with you about what’s going on with me—and you’re either half-listening, or you’re running off before the five-minute mark.”

Again, Beau opened his mouth to argue as his brows furrowed, but you beat him to it.

“And not to mention, you forgot your daughter,” you said. “You’ve been forgetting her, and you’ve been shutting me out.”

Beau stood along with you, his whole body tense with frustration.

“Look, it’s not like I’m out there cheating on you! I’m doing my damn job!” he said.

His words hit you like a physical blow. Your mouth fell open in soft shock. Tears even stung in your eyes.

“Reminding me of Michael,” you nodded in understanding. “Okay. Wouldn’t be the first time this month.”

Beau bristled; he didn’t think it was right for you to compare him to your bastard ex-boyfriend.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he said.

"This isn't fair," you retorted, gesturing between you both with a pointed finger.

Beau's lips pursed. His jaw clenched as he averted his gaze, so he could better hold his tongue before he said something he might regret.

Too late...

Eventually, you stopped waiting for him to answer you.

Beau saw how you withdrew, both from the argument, and from him with a sigh. You crossed your arms and held yourself when you headed into the bathroom.

He internally deflated. Shit.

Something told him that if Emily wasn’t occupying the only other sleeping place in this apartment, he’d have been booted out of your room.

Things were tense the next morning.

Beau agreed to take Emily to school, since you picked her up yesterday. You gave Emily a hug before they left, and you had even packed her a good lunch for school. You knew she had to do that herself whenever she stayed at her dad’s place.

And yes, while the teen was old enough and responsible enough to pack her own lunch, you just wanted to make sure she knew you were still in her corner, no matter what friction might be happening between you and her dad.

You and Beau parted ways that morning with tension still lying between you, just like it had been last night in your bed. After they headed out, you found yourself at a loss, feeling unbalanced.

You didn’t have a class today until noon, so you took the morning to truly think about what was happening here. Whatever Beau’s case was about, you knew it was serious and complex, and he didn’t want to talk about it, likely for your safety.

All you could hope was that Beau, Jenny, Poppernak and the rest of the team were able to solve it quickly. You even began to wonder if it was fair of you to add stress on Beau’s shoulders when he was dealing with something that was clearly taking all of his energy, and making him distant with both you and Emily.

Blowing out a big sigh, you supposed you could try to be gracious one more time. You braved the annoyance of putting real clothes on—a blouse and work casual pants, as you later would have to go in to work.

You first headed over to the precinct with your purse on one shoulder and a plastic bag hanging from your other hand.

You entered the double doors and walked in past the reception desk, then through the bullpen. You noticed right away that there was a commotion going on, as you saw Jenny leading in a man handcuffed behind his back. You almost bumped into him as they crossed you in the hall.

The man was tall and lean, with pieces of his coiffed dark hair falling over his sharp blue eyes. They found you, and his lips curved into a smile after he gave you a once-over.

His smile made a shiver of unease prickle down your spine as you froze.

“Keep moving, Casey,” Jenny ordered.

Beau was right behind her, though the moment he took in the exchange between you and Casey, Beau stalked forward and stepped in between, urging the other man forward with a firm hand on his shoulder and a stern look of warning.

Jenny and Popernak led the suspect into a room for questioning, while Beau’s hand found the small of your back and guided you into his office.

He closed the door behind him and carded a hand through his hair. He let out a subtle breath and turned to face you. He didn’t look all that happy to see you, just tense.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Sorry, we’re a bit busy today.”

Before you could speak, he added, “Matter of fact, it’d be better if you called first next time.”

Your mouth snapped shut. Your brows knitted together in a glare, and you handed him the bag you carried in. It contained a nice hot sandwich and fries from Tonya’s diner, made by Donno himself.

“Here,” was all you said, before you walked out the door of the sheriff’s office.

Beau watched you go in surprise, with the word “wait” halting on his tongue. His gaze traveled down to the open bag between his hands, and sure enough, the smell of a good meal hit him, making his mouth water and his stomach twist with guilt all at once.

Damn it, he sighed. But lunch (and a phone call to you) would have to wait. He set it down on his desk and hastened down the hall to where their suspect, in what had been dubbed the “Fall Murders,” had finally been arrested and held for questioning.

Casey Sanderson; ex-military, dishonorably discharged, an abusive mother in his childhood and an unstable mind following two tours in the Middle East had left him unbalanced, according to his friends from his unit.

His DNA was also discovered under the fingernails of the most recent victim, Christina Mendez. Two weeks ago, her body was found behind a gas station late at night, her neck carved by a knife, and bruises littering her arms and body.

Beau entered the room where Poppernak and Jenny had already gotten started on the suspect.

“Casey here has lawyered up,” Jenny informed him, though her gaze never left the suspect. They were forced to wait on further questioning until the lawyer arrived.

“Ah, the Sheriff of Nottingham,” Casey remarked. His cool blue eyes watch with a measure of nonchalance as Beau stood behind his deputies, arms crossed.

Casey nodded up at him. “Was that your girl out there in the hall?”

Beau’s formerly calm face turned to stone.

Casey’s lips curved slightly.

“Good taste,” was all he said.

His tone was mild, yet it still made Beau’s skin crawl. And his rage built, igniting his blood. He did everything he could to temper that wildfire into a simmer that rolled just underneath his skin.

Jenny and Poppernak knew him well enough to see what he was thinking. Both of them watched him with hidden wariness and concern, especially when Beau stepped forward, placing one hand on the table between him and Casey Sanderson. Darkened green eyes met cool blue.

“Where were you on November 2 between 10:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.?” Beau asked.

Beau was irate when, a few days later, the ADA prosecutor called him at his office first thing in the morning to inform him of the latest news on Casey Sanderson.

“What the hell do you mean he got out on bail yesterday?” Beau snapped. “We have DNA evidence.”

“He claims that he and Miss Mendez had consensual sex earlier that evening, in the women’s bathroom, of all excuses, but they parted ways after leaving the movie theater,” said the ADA. “As you know, we couldn’t put him directly at the gas station near the theater, where she was found. The defense lawyer convinced the judge that the remaining evidence is too circumstantial to warrant holding him without bail.”

Fuckin’ hell, Beau let out an angry breath, carding his fingers through his hair. He hung up with the ADA moments later. His cell phone lighting up with a notification drew his attention, even perking him up a little, but he deflated when he saw it wasn’t from you.

Just Carla letting him know that she’d take Emily for the weekend this time, just like he’d asked. He felt bad for it, but he needed more time to concentrate on his cases. Sanderson was just one of many now, and Poppernak and Jenny couldn’t handle it all.

Beau tried to rub his tired face back to life, but once again, he thought of you. He still felt guilty, and he still missed you. Missed you like hell.

He hesitantly picked up his phone and he called you, hoping you wouldn’t let it go to voicemail again.

Admittedly, you were being a bit petty. You were screening your boyfriend’s calls.

However, if Beau Arlen wanted to see you, then he could get his ass up off that office chair and come to you this time.

You were tired of giving out olive branches left and right. You didn’t deserve to be the one left waiting and wringing your hands, wondering if this man even cared about you…as much as you’d come to care about him.

So you ignored his call—the second one today, and you prepared for your afternoon classes.

Even after your classes were done for the day, you graded a batch of papers to get them out of the way. As much as you couldn’t wait to go home, you didn’t feel like doing more work when you got there.

Another hour and a half ticked by before you finished grading and inputting the percentages into the online gradebook. Then, with a weary sigh, you grabbed your purse and your workbag and headed down to the garage where your car was parked.

You always tried to park in the same spot for faculty, in a space closest to the elevators. You found your car and put down your workbag in the backseat first. When you closed the door, you saw a figure in the window’s reflection.

You gasped and turned around. A man covered your mouth as a scream tore from your throat and echoed loudly in the garage.

He shoved you hard against the car door, but thanks to a few self-defense lessons from both Jenny and Beau, the heel of your hand came up on reflex.

It hit the man up the bridge of his nose with a crack. He shouted and reared back. When he pulled his hand back, it came away bloody. And you finally recognized him as the man you saw at the precinct: tall, thin, dark brown hair, angry blue eyes now staring back at you.

“Fucking bitch,” he chuckled. “Got some fight in you.”

Fear was a living thing inside you, but you somehow managed to force your body to move.

You scrambled for the driver’s door of your car and tried to open it, but the man shoved it closed, then grabbed at you once again. His forearm pressed across your chest and pinned you there.

The edge of a knife poised at your throat, making you freeze in panic. The blade teased your skin, hot breath against your cheek.

“Freeze, Casey!” came an angry shout. Both you and your attacker recognized that voice. Your breath was stifled in hope. Casey frowned in frustration.

Just over his right shoulder, you saw Beau holding his gun aimed at the man who held you. His brows were drawn together, his entire body poised to react to whatever Casey did next.

“Turn around, hands up high, and drop that knife,” Beau ordered.

Casey’s mouth edged into a humorless smile. “Evening, Sheriff. Up for a date night?”

He slid the blade just slightly against your skin, enough to draw a line of blood, and make you inhale sharply.

“I’m not gonna say it again! Turn around and drop the goddamn knife,” Beau snapped. “Try anything else, and I’ll make a third hole in your spine.”

Letting out a breath through his nose, Casey’s façade of nonchalance fell. He released you, stepping back slowly with his hands held in the air. The knife slipped out of his hand.

Beau stalked towards him before it even clattered to the floor. You were frozen where you stood pressed against your car.

You watched Beau stow away his gun and wrangle Casey’s hands behind his back, slapping on some tight handcuffs, and getting the man onto his stomach on the dusty ground, his cheek pressed hard to the asphalt. Beau held him down with one hand while he fished for his cell in his pocket to call for backup on the arrest.

Beau’s head lifted to catch your eyes. He gave you a reassuring look.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got this,” he said.

His voice was warm for you, steady. When you nodded, it was a jerky motion as you held a hand to your racing heart. You then raised it shakily up to your neck and swiped at the trail of blood there. The wound itself was minor, just a sting, but it was a cold reminder of what could’ve been.

The wait for Jenny and the rest of the team was agonizing.

Beau kept Casey on the ground, facing away from you. Eventually you were able to peel yourself off the side of your car and climb into the driver’s seat, just so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at the man who attacked you.

Jenny and Poppernak arrived within half an hour to haul Casey up and drag him into Jenny's SUV. That allowed Beau to return to your car and tap on the window of the driver’s side. You jolted and looked over to find Beau’s reassuring face.

“They took him. It’s okay,” he said, only a little muffled through the door. You nodded and gestured for him to step back, so you could open the door.

The moment you were on your feet and out of the car, you went into Beau’s waiting embrace. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. You hiccupped and struggled to breathe steady, but Beau held you tight and soothed a hand over your hair, down your back.

“It’s over, honey, I promise. I promise I’ve gotcha,” he said quietly in your ear. You nodded and let his warmth seep into you.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” he said. “We’ll get your car tomorrow.”

You sucked in a trembling breath.

“Please,” you agreed. “Take me home.”

“Am I going to have to testify in court?” you asked.

Beau held you close in your bed later that night. You two had dinner together and had been rewatching old episodes of Friends to take both of your minds off what happened today.

Beau reluctantly nodded in answer to your question.

“The ADA will probably ask you to, but…you can say no,” he said. “I’ll back you, whatever you decide.”

“No, I want to,” you said, even though the thought made you tremble inside. “That animal belongs in a cage.”

Beau silently agreed with you. He admired you for your vehemence, and your courage to even say that you wanted to testify against Casey.

Beau laid a gentle kiss above your brow and continued to rub your back. You both had the blankets up to your hips with a bowl of popcorn balanced between his thigh and yours. He moved it over onto his nightstand so he could curl you more securely against him. You raised your head to consider him thoughtfully.

“Why were you on campus?” you asked, as it finally occurred to you. “How did you know I was still there?”

“I thought I could catch you after your last class, so I went up to your office to see you,” he said. “But you weren’t there. A receptionist was on her way out though. She saw you head out a little while before, so I booked it back down to the garage to see if you were there.”

He was never more glad to heed his gut instinct. That was when he’d heard you scream.

The memory made his insides clench. Beau shook his head against the rest of it. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m so damn sorry for what happened. You gotta know, all this time, this is what I was trying to prevent,” he said, with pain written on his face. “But I’m also sorry that I shut you out. You and Em. I just didn’t know how else to keep you out of this. After what happened this summer…I wasn’t gonna let that happen again.”

With tears stinging in your eyes, you nodded. You knew now that he hadn’t meant to hurt you.

Beau Arlen truly was a good man, and that was hard to come by.

You shifted so that you were propped up on your elbow, resting on his pillow. You stroked his cheek.

“I understand. And I’m sorry too. I know that your job can be difficult, and stressful, and sometimes dangerous,” you said. “But I need you to talk to me. If we’re going to do this for the long haul, we need to communicate. I can’t be left in the dark like that again, Beau. I just can’t…"

It was your turn to sigh. "It feels too close to what I went through with Michael. Being lied to. Being told what I wanted to hear, never actually knowing what was going on, until it was too late.”

You admitted that last part with a hitch of emotion in your voice, meeting Beau’s eyes. His were full of remorse.

“I know. Again, I’m sorry. I promise, I’m gonna work on it,” he said, nodding. He planned to make it up to his daughter too. He would talk to her tomorrow.

You drew his attention back with the hand caressing his cheek.

“I just don’t want anything like that to happen to us. I love you too much,” you said. A tear worked its way down your cheek. “Beau, I love you.”

Beau grasped your hand, holding it to his cheek. His furrowed expression eased, and his lips slowly turned up into a smile. A true one, hinting at all the charm that was unique to this man. You’d missed that smile.

He dried your cheek with a gentle hand.

“Well that’s good,” he said. “Because I don’t think I’ve loved you more than I do right now.”

You laughed through more of your tears, and let him guide you into a tender kiss. One sparked another, and more, each one more searing than the next.

Beau’s fingers disappeared into your hair, just as your legs tangled themselves between his when he rolled you over, and underneath him, where he continued putting actions behind his words.

He gave you a promise that night, one that you’d both try to hold yourselves to in the morning.

AN: Ahh, I'm soft. This feels like the more "official" end to Take Me Home, though I'd be open to come back to these two if new ideas hit me. But until then, let me know what you thought of this one! 😘

Keep Reading:

Here's a drabble set directly after this one-shot. It's called A Crime of Passion:

Summary: When Beau Arlen decides to “make it up to you,” he’s damn thorough.

▶️ Next Story: A Crime of Passion

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harrywavycurly · 2 years ago

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Would you feel comfortable doing some conversations between the reader and Joe? I adore the texts😍

Hiii babes!! Sure I’m totally comfortable with that, thank you for asking(really y’all are so sweet asking if I’m comfy writing certain things it makes my heart melt) so I gave you a nice little mix so enjoy!!💖

*we love a sweet soft Joe with a dash of sassy sarcastic Joe*

“Did you really book our flight for six in the morning?” “I’m sensing that’s an issue?” “Joseph birds aren’t even awake that damn early.” “Well technically we have to get up before six since that’s just when we take off.” “Do you hate me or something? Why would you do this to me” “I’m not answering that.”

“Harrington? He was your original Stranger Things crush? Steve can’t even fight.” “Oh and Eddie can?” “Uh yeah I think if he had to he’d be able to hold his own.” “You didn’t show up till season four what was I supposed to do just not think Steve Harrington was cute?” “Yes. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do.” “Steve’s also still alive…” “Are you saying you’re going back to crushing on Steve since I’m dead?” “I mean it’s hard to crush on a dead guy.”

“Are you being serious right now?” “I just don’t know why it’s so hard to just put the mug in the dishwasher once you’re done using it.” “I was running late for work I’m sorry that’s why my coffee mug is in the sink.” “You do it all the time love.” “Okay…that’s because I’m always kinda running late to things I’m sorry.” “It’s fine.” “Obviously it’s not fine if you’re bringing it up. But I swear I’ll work on it okay?” “That’s all I ask.” “You do know this is the most adult type of argument we’ve ever had right? Getting mad over me leaving dishes in the sink.”

“Who are these flowers for?” “Oh damn didn’t mean to leave those out. They’re for my other girlfriend.” “Oh she must be nice to get flowers and a new vase.” “She’s nice for the most part.” “For the most part?” “She gets a bit…sassy at times when she’s tired or hasn’t had any coffee.” “Sounds like someone I’d love to meet.” “I think I might be able to arrange that. I’ll have to look over her schedule.” “Thanks for the flowers honey.” “You’re welcome my love.”

“You can’t wear that.” “Why?” “Because you look too good in all back Joe it’s distracting.” “It’s distracting?” “Yes. How can I concentrate on the award ceremony when you’re just going to be looking like that sitting next to me? It’s too much.” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not joking.” “Because I’m not. You’re already wearing two chains I can’t handle that along with all black.” “Okay what if I take the chains off?” “You wouldn’t dare…”

“I’m sorry did I just see you on an ad for being able to watch volume two of season four of stranger things in theaters?” “Yeah they asked me to do it a while ago.” “That’s so rude.” “Rude?” “Why would they ask you, the main character who fully dies in volume two to be the one announcing people can watch it in theaters?” “I honestly didn’t think about that.” “Like why would I want to go watch you die on the big screen? So I can cry that much more?” “Oh so you don’t want to go then?” “I’ve had to watch you die so many times on my tv I’d rather not relive Eddie’s death in surround sound. I think it would hurt too much.” “I understand love.” “But really that’s so rude they made you do it.” “I’ll let them know how you feel.” “Please do!”

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn request #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn rpf #Joseph Quinn #my little british baby

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okay-j-hannah · 3 years ago

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You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Bucky, Druig, Stephen Strange

Warnings:

Request: “Hi, Hannah! How are you? 😁 Well, I'm a Marvel girl and I found out you write about some of my favourite characters 😍 I saw that request about Paul Artreids and I wanted to know if you would write for me Bucky, Druig and Doctor Strange reacting to neck kisses, please😁” Anon

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Bucky

The silken sheets slipped past her hand easily as she shifted. She was waking herself up – something she normally did after an unsettling dream.

Or if she was needed.

Her eyes opened slowly, full of sleep. It was still dark, probably the middle of the night.

Directly in front of her was Bucky, laying on his back atop the sheets. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his arms stuck at his sides. His eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling.

This was one of those times when she was needed.

Making sure to sigh loudly as to not startle him, (Y/N) inched forward until she was able to pull on his arm. She wrapped it around her as she laid herself onto his torso.

“Hello,” she whispered.

Bucky swallowed, “Hello.”

The grip he had on her waist was tight, but she didn’t complain. She wound a hand up to his face. “I was just thinking about that summer we spent in California…”

“You were just sleeping.”

“As I was saying – thinking about California – remember the beach?”

They sat in silence for a few moments, (Y/N) still on the edge of sleep. She began to tap a finger on his cheek. She felt it lift as he smiled.

“I remember a large umbrella, sandy shorts, and possibly scarring a little girl.”

(Y/N) tilted her head until her nose was brushing his jawline, “I’m sure that little girl had seen her parents kissing before.” She placed her lips against his neck.

Bucky had that smile in his voice now, “It was embarrassing.”

“Well, I assure you…” she kissed just under his jaw, “We won’t get caught now.”

His fingers dug into her waist, “You should be sleeping.”

“As should you.” She kissed up towards his ear, “But I find you awake.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

(Y/N) knew this. She often found him lost in thought after a nightmare, scared and unable to move for fear of being away from her.

He needed to take his mind off those intrusive thoughts. And (Y/N) knew the right distraction.

Bucky tilted his head to the side, giving her full access to the sweet skin of his neck. She grinned, nipping and kissing, giving him something much more present to think about.

“I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled, his breaths picking up.

She nuzzled him, itchy against his scruff, “I’d rather be the focus of your thoughts just now.”

“Well, it’s working,” he sighed gratefully, pulling on her until she was fully on top of him now.

She giggled, holding his face while he held the small of her back. “Good.”

He rose his head just enough to capture her lips with his.

Druig

(Y/N) walked around the living room with a bowl of potato chips, munching away. She went for the corner of the couch, crossing her legs and resting the bowl in her lap.

The TV rang to life as she fiddled with the remote. She could hear a heavy set of boots tromping down the stairs and the corner of her mouth lifted.

“What are we watching?” Druig came into the room.

“Well, I was going to watch The Bachelor,” she said, concentrating on the screen.

He jumped over the back of the couch, bouncing on the cushions, “Sounds good to me.” His hand reached over to grab at the chips, but she smacked him.

“My show, my snack,” she giggled, “Go find your own food.”

“But these are so conveniently within my reach,” he poked her side, making her squirm, “Let me have some.”

She smacked his hand again, “Nope.”

Suddenly her jaw went slack, her shoulders slumped, and she willingly passed the bowl. When she snapped out of it, she was immensely confused.

“Hey!” she shouted, “Mind control is cheating.”

Druig laughed, eating the chips, “I did ask nicely; I resorted to my last resource.”

“Excuse me, I didn’t hear a single please when you asked.” She reached for the bowl and Druig lifted it out of her reach.

“Ask nicely.”

“You didn’t,” she accused, starting to climb over him.

Druig held the bowl over his head, smirking at the way she was now straddling him. “You never listen to me.”

“Say something nice, then.” (Y/N) got close and in his face, nose to nose. They were both smirking at this point.

Her hands were just reaching out to touch his hair when he suddenly stood. (Y/N) fell hilariously to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Druig munched on another chip, “Oh, I’m sorry – did that hurt?” The sarcasm was clear.

(Y/N) stared at him with an evil eye as he got comfortable on the couch again.

“What? I said sorry.”

She frowned, getting up and walking to behind the couch. Druig stole the remote to turn on the latest episode, triumphant.

(Y/N) knelt down and nuzzled her head next to his. “You sure you want to watch this?” She brushed her nose along his ear.

Druig hummed delightfully, “How else am I supposed to find out who he ends up with?”

She kissed behind his ear, “I guess you’re right.” She made her way down towards his neck, breathy and open-mouthed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand clench against his lap.

“This is a change,” he whispered, getting breathless himself.

(Y/N) giggled against his skin, tickling him. She nipped with her teeth, leaving marks she knew would purple in a few hours. She could feel the deep hum in his throat as she left lingering kisses. His head tilted away to give her more room.

Then she snatched the bowl of chips and ran.

“Hey!”

“Who needs mind control,” she laughed.

Stephen

Stephen floated around the library in his astral form. Waving his hands, he summoned more books needed for his research.

Behind him was his physical body, asleep in a chair. His arms were folded and his head lolling to the side.

He was working on a rather tough case of stolen magic. He had spent the past few days scouring the library and archives for traces of the magic – a kind he didn’t recognize as of yet. It led to his bad habit of losing sleep and caring about nothing else.

As a result, his physical form fell prey to sleepiness.

He was just perusing a tome of ancient spells when he felt an itch on his neck. He leaned over and tried to rub it against his shoulder. But it persisted.

He used his hand and rubbed at it. It started tickling.

Stephen scratched behind his ear and down his neck, starting to get annoyed.

Then suddenly it dawned on him that he just so happened to be in his astral form. He tossed the book away and floated around the shelves to peer at his sleeping body.

There behind his shoulder was (Y/N), leaning over and lightly kissing his neck. It was strange seeing her kiss himself, almost like the beginnings of jealousy. But that was ridiculous – she was kissing him.

His neck tickled again, and he shivered. He was suddenly very anxious to get back into his body.

(Y/N) traced a finger along his jaw as she peppered him with waking kisses. She continued as his eyes started flitting open. But soon after he sighed in contentment, humming deep in his throat.

He reached up and took her tracing finger, pulling it down to where he could kiss her hand.

“Good morning,” she whispered, kissing his neck slower. She was drawing out each peck. “Or should I say afternoon – I believe it’s four o’clock.”

Stephen, voice full of sleep, said, “I couldn’t fend it off any longer.”

“Sorry to wake you then,” she said against his throat, her breath making his shoulders tense slightly.

He was all low and gruff when he said, “I needed a break anyway.”

She combed through his hair with her fingers, pulling him away and kissing up towards his ear. She sucked just behind it, manifesting a bruise to grow there later. Stephen shifted in his seat, trying to keep his breaths even.

“You’ve been reading in your sleep again?”

He tried to take a calming breath, “I couldn’t stop my research because of a little thing like sleep.”

“But you’ve stopped your research now,” she giggled, sending a shiver down his spine.

He waved a relaxed hand, “I’d stop anything and everything to spend a little time with you.”

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thegreymoon · 3 years ago

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Ever Night

On today’s edition of women who deserve better:

Also, what about not being able to cultivate stops you from bathing, or, idk, wearing shoes in the snow? 🙄

Water is free and billions of us manage to wash every day with zero magical powers involved!

Anyway, the only good thing he ever did for her was rejecting her and pushing her away. Let’s just hope it sticks!

***

Mmmm, I like you already!

I have such a thing for generals! It’s the maturity and the power!! 🔥🔥

***

Why are you here just begging to be killed? 😭

Please, I like you, live a little longer! 😭😭

***

OH, HI, TAXIAN-JUN!! 😍😍

HYX, WHEN??????? 😭😭

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YES!! THIS IS WHAT I’M WATCHING THIS DRAMA FOR!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! 🙏🙏

***

Sorry, Lin Ling, I really want to be saddened by your inevitable demise, even though you went asking for it.

BUT I AM TOO DISTRACTED BY HIS PRETTY DEMON EYES!!

***

With the adrenaline now subsiding, I have to ask, why did I have to wade through so much garbage to get to this? 😭😭

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Well... I guess this is an improvement over no shoes 😬

Super curious where they are going with Long Qing here. Learning some humility, maybe? 🤔

***

She’s still following him 🙁

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The way he doesn’t deserve her 😤😤

She loved him so much but I don’t think he’s even capable of love. He loves only his ego and delusions of grandeur.

***

Well, this was fun 🤣🤣

This unrepentantly murderous, no-fucks-to-give version of him is wonderful!

***

Oh, god, her and her idiot face again 😑😑

The way this show improves by light years when she has no screen time is just a thing of marvel 🤮🤮

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I’m still mad Yan Se didn’t bash in his smug stupid face when he had the chance 🤬🤬

I hope this will be rectified soon.

***

THE WAY YOU TWO ARE GOING TO DIE 🤬🤬🤬

AND I WILL ENJOY EVERY SECOND!! 😤😤😤

***

YES, CHEN PIPI!

PLEASE COME AND MINCE HIM INTO A PIE 💀💀

The Emperor, of course, is as spineless as always.

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Teheheheheheheeee 🤣🤣

This was magnificent! Chen Pipi should smash more people into walls!

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CAN I MURDER HIM?

PLEASE LET ME MURDER HIM 🤬🤬

#chen feiyu #ever night #en spoilers #en ep43 #en ep44

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my3amletterstoher · 6 years ago

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Tumblr tweaking, deep breathing in and out, let's cum together 🐱💦👅💦, deep breathing in and out, your head titled slightlyyyy 😍, kissing on your neck 😍🤤🤤🐱💦👅💦deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out, 🐱💦💦💦💦, deepwith breathing in and out , kissing your breasts 😍🤤🤤😘💋🐱💦deep breathing in and out, 🐱💦💦💦, flicking your nipples with my tongue 👅💦👅💦👅🐱💦, your breasts so perfect 😩🤤😍😍🐱💦, deep breathing in and out, 🐱now 💦💦💦, caressing your backy 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out 🐱💦💦💦💦, deep breathing in and out , rubbing on the side of your breasts

🖤💋

Deep breathing in and out

Can you feel me?

Reach out to me , reach out to me, relax , reach out to me

IM RIGHT HERE

If you can't feel me wait until you can that's what you did before, it's our time all the time, who is trying to fuck that up, ill break their skull in half , who's tryna distract you? Who's bothering you? It's just us, what's wrong? We in our own world, you don't want to communicate with no else or anything , we in our world, just you & me and no one else, Do like you did the other day please, you were happy af and content , and I was too, what's the problem? Are you having anxiety or something ? Like come on.. you were happy/content when you were away from everyone , I'm right here , are scared that I'm not enjoying my time with you or something? I am! What's got you on edge baby? 🖤emote to me , excuse the what I said in the beginning lol , but what's on your mind baby? How are you? Gives you a big hug 🤗🖤, ain't nothing more important than you baby , emote to me like you did last night.. "a mood" 😍🤤🤤🐱💦 I love that , keep it coming baby , so seductive that was sexy af baby , every time you emote to me it's sexy baby , I wanna jump through that screen and rip off all your clothes 😍🤤🤤🐱💦, you're scrumptious af baby

👅💦

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, something to drink , seconds, thirds, fourths...etc all that 😍🤤🤤🐱💦 everyday , all day .. finger licking good baby 👅💦🐱💦, no bib on just lounging RIGHT into that ass 🤤😍😍🐱💦head first 😍🤤🤤🐱💦with those cheeks spread , I wanna "divide" those cheeks and "conquer" that ass 🤤👅😍🐱💦 munching on every inch 😍🤤🤤🐱💦using my mouth, my hands, crack a whip out 🤤😍🤤🐱💦muah muah muah 🤤😍😍🐱💦deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out, kissing your lips 😍🤤🤤🐱💦, so plump and sexy 🤤😍🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , rubbing on your booty 🐱🤤🤤😍💦, deep breathing in and out, deep breathing in and out

🚀✨✨✨

Can you feel me?

I'm right here

Our energy is being attacked right now

See man.. you don't ignore me and you spend all your time with me, what's stopping you, I'm the most important person to you , you don't want to talk to/be around /converse with.. no one but me, it's us against the world, I know you with me baby , I know you were dodging that bitch, I know you been avoiding her, I know that you love being where she isn't, you weren't checking for her or anyone else, you do see her as a bother , you do want her out of your life, and you love just being in our world away from everyone, I know you want her out of your life , that you're trying , and that you're determined to , I know that, I know that you don't even like when she tries to hit you up, you want her out of your life completely, and I know you're fighting hard to do so, and can't wait until she is, I know that, you been dodging her, you been ignoring her, you get annoyed every time she pops up , and you go in the other direction, I know that. I'm sorry if I said anything to make it seem like I didn't know that, I know you don't trust her, I know you take it seriously that she's toxic ..etc etc you don't pay her any mind .. no one actually i know that

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Deep breathing in and out , kissing you on the lips 🤤😍🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , you so sexy baby 😍🤤😍🐱💦, eyes gorgeous af , face gorgeous, body banging af 😍🤤🤤😍🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , we floating and soaringgggg 🖤✨, rubbing your breasts 🤤😍🤤🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , visualize us having a white sphere above our heads,to our neck, throat, heart, root, ground, to the earth's surface cycling through , kissing your breasts , deep breathing in and out, deep breathing in and out , stroking your hair 🤤😍😍, laying on your breasts, bliss😍🤤, deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , rubbing on your nipples 😍😍😍🤤🐱💦, love you so much , deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , kissing your breasts🤤😍🤤🐱💦,

Claire why did you flare up?

See.. she did that, her energy

I'm right heee and been right here, I said she attacked our energy and she flared it at us , and she had her face all up in the camera trying to do it directly

I'm tryna fix our energy, you don't like when it's fucked up either

You be just as mad and frustrated as me, I just told you to give you reassurance, why did you flare up? You were right here fighting against it with me

What are you doing?!?

See how her energy infests shit and now we back to this bullshit, we don't like this, neither you or me

And you don't ignore me, and you haven't been flaring up

Why are you doing this?

I said reach out to me, I'm rigt hers, I said things to reassure you, the other day was perfect af , I enjoyed every sec with you, it was just me and you, you weren't even on the app, that's what I was talking about, you were content, it was just me and you in our own world , you weren't on social media bc you were enjoying your time with me, that's all you care about, that's why I said what was wrong? The energy is being infested, you were content and ppl are messing with that I wasn't saying that in any way against you or to come at you,

I asked you to relax with me, I even got a reading and they said that there's bad energy around

PLEASE

her energy is causing all this

Pleaseeeee

Her energy is causing all this, even ppl can feel it that read stuff

THAT IS NOT OUR DOING

Please stop I knew something was wrong because you weren't away.. when you're settled you're in our own world with me, that's why I said what I said .. the other day you were content af , you were so happy

Please stop her energy is causing confusion and stuff in the air , conflict and everything ,I told you that would happen baby

You're taking everything I said the wrong way

I kept asking what was wrong and everything because I felt it coming , you thought I was coming at you when I said things but I was just comparing .. the other day you were settled/relaxed.. and I was doing the same thing I'm doing today.. so I knew something was wrong , I knew we were slowly being attacked and all that while I was trying to prevent it.. I was just simply trying to make you see that , I was just trying to pull you closer 😞 that's all .. trying to prevent and protect and try to reassure

I'm sorry about the times that I disrupted our time to ask where you were at.. I was happy doing those times too (besides like I said wanting to see you more and you interact with me more..etc ) bit I love that you just post something for me and went back into our world, and I know you felt content and mind at ease.. and I was comparing that to these last few days.. I knew were we being attacked .. I felt disruption.. I wasn't even interrupting this time so I know something was wrong and I kept trying to settle your mind (and mine too) and our energy and all I was trying to do is get us back to that cause we been getting hit all week but powering through.. and I knew that we were going to get hit more , even the reading said that and then I felt it and look at her yet again.. smiling and stuff while havoc is happening, she did it

Just like when she tried to fuck with our sleep, and I said what I did and we did what we needed to do to get our sleep together

Doing anything to mess your happiness, your contentment

When you were away all day you were the most happiest , you were content , and she was mad af at that, now look at you.. that's why I said let's do what we did that day bc I was happy too, and your happiness and my happiness is the only thing that's important

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Let's escape again, Let's relax again, let's clear this energy

Our energy is being messed up more

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Hellooooo

I'm done talking about that bitch and shit, let's just attack her again, let's do lore against her, let's escape , let's get away from everything

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Big tings a gwaan 😍🤤

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Hellooooo

We in this together

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go back to that day... you were away, you were happy, you want to be away, I know you do

Come on we'll fix it 🚀✨✨✨

Deep breathing in and out,

Let's do this ritual again 🖤✨deep breathing in and vibrating the words at each point, and seeing the light flowing at each point , deep breathing in and out, deep breathing in and out , cause we gotta do it again.. no problem

Create or visualize a star , and visualize yourself facing east and say ATEH at your forehead , MALKUTH at your solar plexus, at your right shoulder : VE-GEVURAH, left shoulder VE-GEDULAH, and close your hands or visualize your hands being closed and say LE-OLAHM

Visualize the stars around the 4 points of you , drawing it from the bottom left part with your fingers or visualize yourself doing so

Deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out, kissing you on your lips , lemme see your face baby, lemme see your body, talk that talk to me , deep breathing in and out , rubbing on your booty 😍🤤🤤😍😍🐱💦deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , squeezing your booty , deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , lets FaceTime baby 😍🤤🤤😍have you been feeling like I don't want to spend all my time with you? Bc I do, and I get pissed when I'm held up with something, it's you I wanna be with all the time, 24/7, I love that just as much as you do, are you afraid of losing that/me? 🖤I'm right here baby, I don't want to be away from you please know that 🖤

Deep breathing in and out, strokes your hair , kissing your cheeks 🤗🤤😍😍🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , grabbing on your hips 😍🤤🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out, bedtime pix/vids baby 😍🤤😍🤤🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , deep breathing in and out , bedtime , 🐱💦💦💦, put on a show for me, deep breathing in and out

If you flare up again?

Wtf

After all that stuff I said, reassuring you and stuff wtf

WTFFFF

Why tf is shit going backwards?!?!

Shit was perfect af before.. and I haven't seen you really in 5 days and now you wanna flare up and shit when you I haven't even been seeing you?!?

And I'm the one that was there for you?

I'm the one that was helping you through shit, you weren't paying attention to NO ONE , you weren't sending no one shit , you weren't talking to no one, you were holding me down and everything, why go backwards, those days was perfect af , I was happy af with you, you were happy with me .. what's all this bullshit?!?

I asked you for bedtime pictures and videos

You only want to spend your time with me

What is going on? Don't say I don't have a right to be mad

You know if you can't feel you know what the fuck is going on so don't take that shit out on me

I wanna feel you as much as you wanna feel me.. we were working through shit

Why are you messing up so much? Why are you continuing to hurt me? We were making each other happy af

Why not go back to that?!!

I was just talking about us spending all our time together, that's what you want the only thing you want 24/7 with me and only me, that's what you love and I love it too, what's all this extra stuff

Things were perfect af

That's why I said what I said last night and I urged you to delete that stuff as soon as possible, it made things spread , it made things worst,

And see now, she's taunting us

She's happy that she caused the conflict, that she messed up your mind

You didn't mean to do any of that stuff , you didn't mean to flare up or anything

You were improving on so many levels , your thoughts were settled, energy too, your emotions..etc me too, together we were so happy and things were clearing up

That's why I pleaded to go back to those days , you're probably a little imbalanced right now in fact.. I know you are.. you don't want to go backwards either , you don't want "everything to be fucked up" ..etc either we are perfect, it's fucked is what ppl try to do to us , that's what I meant when I said that, when you were away with me 24/7, none of this was happening and we were happy, I'm right here

Your thoughts and everything is all over the place right now.. imbalanced when you haven't been like that every since you made that post and you distanced yourself from everyone.. and we escaped together , that just proves yet again how toxic and damaging ppl are , and I'm so sorry that I brought up things the times I did knowing what we both know, I'm sorry 😞 you feel the same frustration, the same angry..etc I do , we are truly in this together , I love when we just ignore stuff, and we just escape deeper , sometimes we fight back too, and escape deeper , I love when things are happening and then you seduce me in the midst of that, that's hot 😩🖤 and we escape even deeperrrr , ima keep my head on straight and stay calm cause I feel like that helps/calms you too and helps you through it.. I feel like these last few days I lost my cool at times (which is easy in a situation like this..especially being attacked like we are but I am able to be above life)but I'm sorry about that, you listen to me, you follow me, answer to me..etc and I'm not going to lose my cool anymore

(Tumblr messing up 😩) I'm right here baby, it's wayyy past bedtime

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Hellooooo

Tumblr was messing up, hellooooo

Hellooooo, like at what you did a few minutes ago.. you seen her pop up and you got away

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Bedtime

That just popped up: Me 100% baby in every way , can't wait 🖤, you know I always loved your work, I was one of the first ppl you shared your work with, I remember when you sent me that cloud 😭🖤 that was the first joint you sent me , for the nudity I'll do it.. fit the right I think it's best to find professionals cause ppl are weirdos , I'll get you some ppl, I'm getting ready to hop in the shower, but first I'm tucking my cover , done with my cover LMFAOOOO SEE! Helloooooo , you should ask the ppl why they want to do it as well .. cause some ppl got problems and they shouldn't be getting naked and stuff .. some ppl don't respect themselves and would just get get naked just for the sake of got deep seeded issues, you don't want to enable ppl like that , there's other ppl that think sex and nudity is the same thing. in the shower... this hit the 10 pictures per post limit

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