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heavyhitterheaux · 6 months

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Teenage Woes Part 3

Synopsis: You and Jack finally decide on a fair punishment for the triplets, and they get a rude awakening when they are forced out of their comfort zone.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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It had been a week since Jack had gotten his privileges back and he wasted absolutely no time once you had told him. At this point, the triplets were still walking on eggshells around you and in order not to do anything to piss you off, if they had a question they wouldn't ask you unless absolutely necessary.

Jack had convinced you to take a bath and had run the water for you along with lighting a few of your favorite candles and adding your favorite bath bombs. Within five minutes, he was climbing into the tub behind you, and you were surprised that it had taken him that long.

Your head was laying on his chest and the two of you were in a comfortable silence when you broke it by poking his cheek and starting to play with his beard.

"Yes, baby?"

"I've thought long and hard about this and if we agree on this, we can move forward with a proper punishment for them."

"I had been thinking too, but you go first." Jack said while kissing the tip of your nose and you smiled.

"They're going to public school and we are no longer paying for them to go to a private school. That comes with privileges and having the right attitude and being respectful."

"At least for a semester, you agree?"

You slowly nodded your head yes.

"No one is allowed to use their cell phone or drive unless we let them. Axel and Ivy need to get part time jobs and Ivy asked me if babysitting Nova counts even though she's 12. I expected her to ask about Cash and Cam seeing that they're only 6."

"No she didn't ask that…" Jack said while stifling a laugh and looking at you in disbelief and all you did was nod.

"And I have another suggestion." Jack started to say and you nodded for him to go on.

"They give us a percentage of their paycheck every two weeks and we tell them it goes towards bills, but we actually put it in another savings account for them and they can't even touch that one until they're 30."

"Hmm, I like that idea. I can open a new account tomorrow."

"One way or another they are going to learn to respect us and I think that this will be the wake up call that they need."

"I think one of the things that sticks out and pisses me off the most is Axel smoking. Knowing that he had to be intubated multiple times when he was born and has a heart murmur. He's lucky that we even let him play soccer. And has asthma. Like is he trying to put himself in the hospital because I'm convinced that he is. I get that I experimented, well we both did, however we didn't do anything that stupid."

"And remember the time we found weed and he tried to blame it on Urban?" Jack added and all you did was shake your head.

"I swear, I don't recognize my kids anymore. At least the other three act like they have some sense."

"When should we tell them?"

"Well school starts back up next week so I can call tomorrow and get them enrolled and can you be in charge of making sure they find jobs?"

"Of course baby, and they can't work for us either. Because I know Ivy will ask."

"They are in for a rude awakening. We'll tell them tomorrow and if someone disobeys our rules, a disciplinary school is next. Never thought I would say that out loud but here we are."

"I hope we don't get to that point, but if we do, so be it."

"I just checked on all of them and Autumn snuck out again. She's not in her room and I watched the security cameras."

"Hmm, she can have her fun now but come tomorrow she's going to be in for it. I don't even have the energy to yell or argue with them anymore. It's the fact that I'm calm and I admit that's probably the scariest thing that I could be."

"Oh, trust me, I know."

All you did was eye him as he leaned down to kiss you.

"I love you."

"And I love you even when you get on my nerves."

"Was that last part really necessary?" Jack asked as he sucked his teeth, but all you did was laugh.

"Of course it was. Wouldn't be me if I didn't say it."

Jack simply rolled his eyes as he began to kiss down your neck and you knew where this was going.

"You aren't tired yet?" You asked and he immediately shook his head no.

"I've missed out on an entire month and I need to make up for lost time so spread your legs and let me work."

The next morning, you got up early and fixed breakfast for everyone for the first time in about a month and a half. Jack woke up about thirty minutes after you and came down to help you. All you could basically put him in charge of was drinks, but you were still grateful to have his company.

Meanwhile upstairs, the triplets had congregated in Axel's room and they were confused since they heard both of you downstairs and knew that something had to be up.

"She's actually cooking…" Ivy whispered, not actually believing it herself.

"Well maybe she forgives us?" Axel suggested but the girls shook their heads no.

"That's way too easy. She couldn't have and she didn’t even say anything about it either."

"Uncle Urby said she holds grudges like no other and the last thing we want to do is be in the line of fire when she gets pissed off."

"But we're her kids. She can't stay mad at us forever."

"Autumn, you've done enough shit for her to be mad at you for the rest of your life." Axel said and she immediately rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay. Don't say anything when you cough up a lung knowing that you smoke and have asthma." She quickly fired back as Ivy simply sighed.

Jack suddenly knocked on Axel's door and peeked his head in startling them.

"You three get your brothers and sister and come eat."

"Dad! What is mom up to?" Axel asked and all Jack did was laugh to himself.

"You three will find out soon enough, come on."

The three of them exchanged nervous looks as Jack walked away and went back downstairs.

"Welp, we're all going to die. So it was nice knowing you two." Ivy said before walking out Axel's room to get Nova while Axel went to get his brothers.

Once downstairs, everyone had fixed their plate and was eating at the table when you and Jack were simply eyeing each other making the triplets even more nervous. Ivy quickly caught on with you two exchanging looks and finally asked.

“Um, why are you two looking at each other like that?”

“Babe, you want to tell them?” Jack asked while looking at you as you were sipping on your tea.

“Well, if you insist. Ivy, Axel, Autumn, the oldest of my children who I carried for 33 weeks and had to be resuscitated twice once they cut you out of me even though Autumn claimed that it wasn't a big deal and you all still continue to disrespect me, me and your father have something to tell all of you.”

“Wait…. YOU DIED?” Axel exclaimed since you had actually never told them.

“Not once, but twice. Stay on topic, Axel. And you almost did too, but that's not what this conversation is about." Jack quickly cut in while the girls were looking at you with concern.

“But you never told us that!” Ivy exclaimed and Autumn looked to be upset.

"We need to unpack that because…. WHAT?"

“Another story for another day when the three of you are actually back in my good graces again.”

Nova, Cash, and Cam stopped eating to try and listen in on what was going on with their siblings as they nervously looked on.

“Come next week, the three of you will be going to public school since me and your father are not going to pay for you three to go to private school that has top tier educators and continue to disrespect us so that’s a thing of the past, Ivy and Axel, you two need to get jobs and all three of you will decide which bill you want to contribute to in the house since Autumn already has one. You are not allowed to have your cell phone unless we say so and you can only drive to and from work. If one of you steps a toe out of line, you don’t want to know what is going to come after that because you definitely won’t like it. I do not expect any failing grades either.”

There was only silence for a matter of seconds before you quickly heard their protests.

“PUBLIC SCHOOL?”

“WITH NORMAL PEOPLE!?”

“WE HAVE TO PAY BILLS NOW?!”

“WE HAVE TO RIDE THE BUS TOO?!”

“As long as you live in this house you will abide by our rules and respect them and we aren’t going back on this punishment so you three will have to deal with it.” Jack told them as Ivy simply had her mouth hanging wide open, but her face quickly turned to a look of anger as she looked at Autumn.

“This is all your fault! You told her that we were cut out and not pushed out and looked what happened!” Ivy said while rolling her eyes.

“How is this all my fault? I didn’t tell you to cuss out your teacher!”

“No, but you had to go and be a bitch and be disrespectful to our mother who would do anything for us and you’ve acted out ever since Nova was born because you were jealous that you weren’t the baby anymore!”

“We were only four when she was born!”

“And you still act as if you’re four years old! You almost let Nova fall down the steps ON PURPOSE when she was little and she would have seriously gotten hurt if I didn’t catch her in time! You’ve always been the one to get in trouble and now we’re in trouble right along with you! And always beg daddy to bail you out when you know that you’re in the wrong. You’re so selfish!”

“How am I selfish? I have covered for you plenty of times when you snuck out with Damien!”

“YOU LITERALLY SNUCK OUT LAST NIGHT!”

“YOU TWO, SHUT IT RIGHT NOW! And we do NOT call each other names, Ivy!” You yelled and the two of them instantly went quiet.

“Ivy, when did you sneak out?” Jack asked while looking at her and all she did was stare back at him while picking off her fingernail polish.

“Don’t lie because we have security cameras.” He continued as Autumn was smirking.

“Autumn wipe that smirk off your face. It looks like we now have to make an executive decision. Babe? They do their junior year and entire senior year in public school.”

“Now, wait a second! I was going to be dance captain this year!”

“Autumn, shut your mouth because I’m not waiting for a damn thing and it looks like they’ll have to choose someone else. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes and Ax, you’ve been mighty quiet but let me tell you if we as much catch you smoking or even smell weed on you knowing that you have asthma, you don’t want to know what’s going to happen. The last thing we ever want is you having an asthma attack and getting a call from the hospital because your inhaler didn’t work. We have gotten enough calls from the hospital concerning you to last more than four lifetimes. When you were born you literally couldn’t even breathe on your own.”

“And no boyfriends or girlfriends so NO dating. Open your mouth to talk back to either of us and we’ll ship you off to military school at this very moment. Your choice, so choose wisely. Now enjoy your breakfast while I make a few calls. Jack, the only thing that they can look on their phones for are jobs today. Once they fill out at least five applications, they have to give it back to you. Do you agree?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“We love the three of you very much, but you’ve left us no choice and have brought this on yourselves. I hope this serves as a good lesson to you and maybe just maybe if you three actually stick to being on your best behavior, you’ll slowly start to earn your privileges back.”

“Mommy?” You heard Cash ask and you quickly turned to him.

“Yes, my baby?”

“Can I have more orange juice?”

“Of course you can and Nova and Autumn come in the living room.”

“Am I in trouble?” Nova asked terrified as you poured juice for Cash and you shook your head no. She hated getting in trouble and would always cry when she was younger if she was caught doing something that she wasn’t supposed to do.

“No, just need you for a second.”

The three of you walked into the living room and you gestured for them to sit down.

“Autumn, I am tired of this imaginary competition between you and Nova and it needs to stop at this very moment.”

“I…”

“No, and do not pretend to not know what I’m talking about because Ivy is right. We prepped you as much as we could but I didn’t even know I was pregnant with her because I would have liked to have done a better job. You are now 16 years old and she is 12 and looks up to her big sisters and wants to be like you and Ivy. We love all of you EQUALLY and no one has gotten special treatment at any time. So, do a better job of being a sister to her. I don’t have mine anymore and I wish that I did so the two of you better learn to get along. When me and your dad are not here anymore, all you’re going to have is each other. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She quietly said while looking down at her feet.

“Nova, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“The two of you can go finish eating.”

“Mom, what ever happened to your sister?” Nova quietly asked as she got up from the couch and Autumn went back into the kitchen.

“It’s not important and it’s a story for another day.”

The triplets were three weeks into the school year when all three of them came through the front door and you could tell that Ivy had been crying. Jack was the first one to notice and asked her what was wrong.

“Ivy? What’s going on?”

“I HAVE TO WORK TODAY! WHEN AM I GOING TO FIND TIME TO DO MY HOMEWORK? AND IT’S SO HARD. I HATE PUBLIC SCHOOL.”

“Me and your mother went to public school and we turned out just fine. You’ll be okay.” Jack replied while shrugging and looking at her, when she was quiet, he spoke again.

“I hope you weren’t expecting sympathy from me because if you were, you need to look elsewhere.”

“But…”

Just then you came down the steps and saw how upset she was and asked what had happened.

“What’s going on?”

“She’s fine. Ivy, go get ready for work and you’ll do your homework once you get back.”

“I AM NOT FINE! Mommy can I PLEASE go back to private school? Public school is scary and the food doesn’t taste good and they don’t have Fiji water in the cafeteria and the drama club sucks, and….”

You held up your hand to cut her off and all she did was sigh.

“Give it a chance, bubs. You’re only three weeks in and I have the utmost faith in you.” You said while pinching her cheek and all she did was sigh.

“You two aren’t changing your minds any time soon, are you?” Axel quietly asked while looking at how frustrated his sister was.

“Nope.” Both of you said at the same time and you went to lay in Jack’s lap as you grabbed his phone from him to order food since you had been busy all day and didn’t really have time to sit down.

“If I finish my homework before dinner, can I play on my phone for an hour?" Autumn quietly asked and the two of you simply turned around to look at her.

"Never mind. Can I watch Netflix then?"

"Hmm, what do you think?" Jack asked while looking down at you.

"It's Wednesday. No."

"Anddd there's your answer Autumn. You can read a book instead." Jack said as he looked towards her and all she did was nod her head accepting that as an answer before going upstairs while you scrolled through Jack’s phone.

"You know Nova asked me what happened to my sister a few weeks ago."

"Are you going to tell them?" Jack asked as you handed him his phone for him to add what he wanted to the cart.

"It's not all that important. It's not affecting their lives."

"But it's affecting yours. Not as much as before but it still is."

All you did was shrug.

"No matter how much time has passed and how much she wants to talk to me, I am never giving her the time of day or him for that matter. They knew what they were doing all along for it to come back and kick them in the ass later. She literally will never be in my good graces again. She had more kids other than me so she can focus on them. She literally did drugs while pregnant with me and I was born to addicted to a whole bunch of shit so she can go fuck herself. Anyway, did you add what you wanted? I want a milkshake too."

"I added it. It should be here in an hour."

"Okay. I just want them to understand that when we're not here anymore, all they're going to have is each other and they need to start treating each other better. Especially Autumn and Nova. Nova just kind of brushes it off, but I know it still bothers her. While Autumn can just be downright mean sometimes to her. And the thing is that she had her little jealous phase and I thought she grew out of it, but within the last few months she's doing it again."

"I think because of you telling them that, that they'll come around and be better about it. When I see those two, I get flashbacks of me and Clay and I do not want that happening again. And Autumn has got the message loud and clear now. We aren't putting up with her shit anymore."

"And it won't. In the end, I know that they'll be okay and it will just take a little while for them to get there."

"Now, are you sure we can't make another one?" Jack asked you and you looked up at him like he was crazy.

"Another WHAT?!"

"Um, never mind. I'll ask you later."

"If you are talking about me bringing another person into this world, the answer is no."

"But…"

"We have 3 boys and 3 girls. We are done. My uterus is done. My vagina is done."

"I'll ask you again next week."

All you did was look up to Jack to see him smirking and trying not to laugh and you couldn’t help but to laugh yourself.

"I cannot stand you."

All he did was lean down to kiss you and you continued to laugh as he placed kisses all over your face.

"It's just because you're a damn good mother. Just to watch the way you love and care for them is amazing and I knew from the beginning it was going to be like that, despite what was going on between us."

"Those first two years were hard. Between me wanting to separate from you, postpartum depression, thinking that we were going to have to bury one child, but we're still here."

"We are and thriving despite what may be happening around us."

"I'm so thankful you were able to realize something was wrong with me when that happened." You quietly said as you thought back on it.

"I know you like the back of my hand and inside and out… literally. I know when something is wrong with my baby. But seriously, that scared the absolute shit out of me. Second to their actual birth."

"I can't describe it, but it was a weird feeling. Like an out of body experience you could say."

"And that's why you were nervous to have Nova, scared that it was going to happen again."

"And thankfully it didn't."

"I don't know what I would have done without you and I know I tell you this all the time, but I seriously do not take for granted every single moment I get to have with you. Even if we're having a good day or not. I literally cannot put into words how much I love you."

"The good always outweighs the bad and I love you more than life."

"We can get through anything as long as we have each other."

The triplets were at the top of the steps as they overheard you and Jack talking and if they didn't just feel bad before, they felt even worse now.

They didn't say anything to each other as Ivy went downstairs to ask the both of you for her keys so that she could drive to work.

"Um, can I have my keys please?"

Since you were laying on Jack’s lap, he simply got up, but picked you up along with him with you letting out a yelp and went to get them out of the safe.

"Jackman, you can put me down now." You said as you laughed. He placed you on your feet before handing Ivy her keys.

"Go to work and then come home. No detours because we will find out." Jack told her and she simply nodded before grabbing both of you and pulling you into a hug, startling you both.

"Um, bubs, are you okay?" You quietly asked while hugging her back.

"Yes, I just love you both a whole lot. I have the best parents in the world."

"Oh. Well we love you too." Jack said while looking down at you confused and all you did was shrug.

"I'll see you both when I get back." Was all that she said before she walked out the door and all you and Jack did was look at each other.

"What just happened?" Jack quietly asked while looking at you, but you were at a loss for words.

"I'm not really sure, but I'm not mad at it."

It was now nearing the end of the semester and the triplets had been on their best behavior and following all of the rules that you and Jack had set in place for them.

The both of you knew that their report cards would be sent home today and were hoping for good results.

You were currently in your room looking over possible dresses that Julissa sent over for an upcoming event and you had told her that by the end of the day, you would decide which one you wanted.

Your door was open as Autumn poked her head in and knocked.

"Mommy?"

"I don't even remember the last time you called me that. Is something wrong?" You said while looking at her in the doorway and she quickly shook her head no.

"Then what's going on? And are you just going to stand in the doorway or come in?" You asked her and she quickly came in to sit next to you and simply stared at you.

"I got my report card." She said while handing it to you.

You took it from her and looked it over seeing that she had gotten all A's and B's.

"This is good, bubs. I'm proud of you." You said while looking back up at her and all she did was start to cry.

"Autumn? What's wrong?" You asked while putting her report card on your dresser and hugging her as she cried into your chest.

"I'm such a horrible daughter and sister. My siblings probably hate me."

"What?! No you aren't! And no one in this house hates you!"

"You and daddy have given me so many chances that I really shouldn't have gotten. And Nova does hate me! I've been nothing but mean to her since she was born!"

"Okay, Autumn, you need to breathe. Like I said no one hates you. Nova is just in her own little world, and has a very big heart. You’re her sister that she looks up to and all she wants is for the two of you to get along. I know that she'll forgive you and she wants the two of you to be close."

"And you went through so much to give birth to us and I'm sorry that I ever said that it wasn't a big deal. You died. Twice. And went through postpartum depression and you were going to separate from daddy and…."

"Pause. How did you know that last part?"

"We overheard the two of you talking." She quietly said while looking up at you.

All you did was sigh.

"Autumn Danielle, all six of you are our greatest joy and I wouldn’t change a thing because that's how we got to this point. You've been doing a lot better and all we want is for all of you to be successful, respectful, and responsible, knowing that you can lose everything in a blink of an eye. Just continue to do better, okay?"

"Okay." She said while sniffling and hugging you tighter.

"I love you and I'm sorry if I don't say it enough or don't act like it." Autumn added while playing with her bracelet that you and Jack had bought her for her birthday.

"I love you too and that is never going to change. We are always going to be here for you no matter what."

Just then Axel peeked into the room to see the two of you and made his way in also having his report card in hand.

"Mom?"

"She's occupied! Get your own!" You heard Autumn yell and all you did was laugh.

"What the? She is MY OWN. She was my mother before she was yours! I'm two minutes ahead of you!"

"And I also made it in here before you so you can leave. We were having a moment."

"Autumn, be nice! Ax, let me see the report card."

Once again, you saw all A's and B's.

"I expected nothing less, very proud of you."

"And I haven't smoked and I got your favorite muffins. They're downstairs."

"Oh, I would have known if you smoked anyway. I look at the number of puffs you have left on your inhaler. When you were using it more, you kept saying you needed another one."

"Um…"

"Bubs, I have 24 years on you. I wasn't born yesterday." You said while smirking at him.

"Autumn, move over." Ax said and she scooted over to make more room for him.

"Mom? Can we have tacos later?"

"Text your dad the ingredients that I need."

About two hours later, Jack walked in to see three of his oldest children surrounding you on the bed with all of you knocked out sleeping and all he could do was smile.

All he did was snap a quick picture to show you later.

Hearing his footsteps, you fluttered your eyes open to see your husband smiling at you.

"What?" You asked while smiling back at him and all he did was hand you his phone to look at the picture he took.

"No matter how old they get, they're always going to need us."

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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you giving kylian the silent treatment because he forgot about your date please :))

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️ also I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it 😭❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

Silent treatment

Kylian didn’t forget a simple date, no, he forgot your first anniversary. You thought he was joking when he first told you that he wasn’t going to be home that night, hoping that maybe he was preparing a surprise for you but no, he really didn’t came home until the day after. He completely forgot and you were so mad that you had no idea of what to say. Instead of being home with you and celebrate your first anniversary he went partying with Neymar. You didn’t say anything because you hoped he would remember but he didn’t so you spent your first anniversary with a glass of wine sat on the couch watching Supernatural.

It was around 2 am when he came home, you were in bed waiting for him but you pretend to be asleep so you wouldn’t have to face him. After he changed he went straight into bed laying next to you, he saw you were sleeping so he didn’t bother to wake you up, he just kissed your cheek and whispered a soft good night before falling asleep.

The morning after you wake up first, you wanted to avoid him but you knew that eventually you would have to talk about it but you didn’t want a simple apology, you wanted him to understand that he hurt you and that he was a dick.

“Bonjour” he said when he saw you in the kitchen cooking some breakfast. You didn’t reply.

“Baby?” he called you and you still didn’t reply.

He wrapped his hands around your body and kissed your neck but you moved away.

“Honey are you okay?” still you weren’t talking to him.

It kinda hurt you not being able to touch him and kiss him but you wanted him to learn the lesson.

“Mon amour are you mad?” he asked you but still no words left your mouth “okay you’re mad, did I do something wrong?” he asked this time hoping for a reply.

You wouldn’t give in.

“Babe, can you talk to me please?” he begged you getting slightly worried, mostly because you always talked about your problem so it was the first time you did the silent treatment and he was sure he did something wrong to piss you off, he just had no idea of what he did.

“Seriously? The silent treatment?” he asked but nothing “fine be like that, I have practice anyway, I’ll see you later” he said and with that he left home.

Kylian arrived at training in a really bad mode. Everyone around him noticed it too and but remained silent because they didn’t want him to snap or cause a scene. Until Hakimi couldn’t take more and, once they were all in the changing room asked Kylian what was wrong with him that day.

“Nothing” Kylian answered

“Still hangover from yesterday?” Neymar asked and Kylian frowned a bit

“I didn’t even drink Ney”

“Oh I know, I’m just teasing you” Ney said smiling but Kylian wasn’t having it

“Did something happened at home?” Achraf asked this time

“Y/n is giving me the silent treatment and I have no idea why, she wouldn’t talk with me, she didn’t even talk to me this morning, she’s been ignoring me all morning, I texted her before and she left me on read…” Kylian explained to the team and they all looked at each other trying to figure out what happened

“Did you do something to make her mad?” this time Neymar questioned

“No, I swear, she was fine yesterday and this morning she was so mad she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes”

“Well you must had done something for sure…” Hakimi said “did you forget her birthday?”

“No her birthday is in August…I didn’t forget her birth-fuck….fuck fuck…” Kylian said panicking a bit

“What?” everyone one asked in sync

“It was our first year anniversary and I completely forgot…fuck”

“I would be mad too if you forgot our first anniversary Kylian” Neymar joked but receiving a warning look from Ramos

“Go home, buy her some flowers, tell her that you are sorry, have some make up sex and take her out on a date tomorrow” Sergio explained “it always work with my wife!”

But Kylian knew it wasn’t that easy with you. You always hated make up sex because it would never solve any problems you might have, you preferred talking with him even if it took hours. The flowers were an absolutely a no, maybe when you first started dating Kylian would bring you flowers but you gently told him to stop because you didn’t need flowers or anything else, you already knew Kylian loved you. The only option left was going home, apologize and hoping you would forgive him.

He left the changing room and went straight into his car speeding home.

You were sat on the couch watching your favorite show when you heard the door opening.

“Babe?” it was Kylian and you were about to reply but you remembered that you were mad at him “babe…I know you’re mad and I know why you are mad…” he took a deep breath before continuing “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to forget about our anniversary, you have to believe me…” he said sitting on the couch next to you

“Is that all?” you asked him in a low voice, you were really mad

“No…I know I’ve disappointed you, but please, you gotta believe me it wasn’t in my intention, I’m so fucking sorry…” he said looking in your eyes but finding nothing if not sadness

“I’ve been waiting here all night…waiting for you to come back home with wine and roses and I don’t know! I don’t even like roses but I just hoped you would have done something…” you said back trying to fight your tears

“I know baby I know, I’m so sorry for hurting you” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“I thought that maybe you didn’t love anymore…” you confessed

“What? No baby…” he hugged you “I love you okay? I love you more than anything…I’m just a dick and I completely forgot, I know I don’t have any excuses but please believe me when I say that I’m sorry…”

“I believe you…” you hugged him back and smiled “but it will take some time, you still owe me a dinner and a bottle of wine…” you said joking and he laughed, kissing your forehead

“I love you baby” he said looking straight into your eyes

“I love you more” you said back.

You’ve spent the night watching Supernatural episodes laid on the couch, hugged to each others.

#kylian x reader #kylianmbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe fluff #equipe de france #paris saint germain #psg #kylian mbappe one shot

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hongthoven · 2 years

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Lazy Morning | Wooyoung x fem!reader

❅ pairing : wooyoung (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | smut

❅ warnings : explicit content, strong language

❅ chaptered | one-shot

❅ status : complete

❅ tags&stuff : established relationship, bit of fluff, bit of smut, woowoo is wide awake and needs to fuck his gf's brains out, sleepy lazy sex turns into filth real quick, soft bf woowoo, kind of a brat woowoo, switch!woowoo

❅ REQUEST:

one shot of morning seks with wooyoung in white t-shirt, pure fluff and love smut but also yk he is a needy eager-to-fuck man, with a sleepy s/o that can't resist him (bc why would I if that man built like that damn greek god).

❅ Author's note: this is my first time writing about Wooyoung (tag yourself I'm a Hoongjoong Hoe) so I'm sorry if it's a bit...meh? idk. I made it short cause I need to practice writing shorter OS and I hope it's okay- if you're new here, english isn't my first language so mistakes may occur and I'm sorry about it ♥

❅ Words: 2.5k - a very baby OS

Comment/Reblog if you like it ♥

Tossing and turning into bed, Wooyoung slowly rose from his slumber as the sun hit his face, warming up his skin as it bathed the entire room into some beautiful tangerine halo. According to the specific way it seemed to hit the walls facing the bed, it must have been close to noon as the sound of a busy street below was definitely a sign of a typical saturday with its packed sidewalks and people holling to catch a cab taking them anywhere.

But Wooyoung had other plans.

Plans that definitely did not involve facing other humans and bumping shoulders only to end up at the very end of a queue waiting for a table at the coolest restaurant in town.

It had been a long, busy week and all he had in mind right now was to keep his lazy ass in bed with his special someone as the only distraction. Laying next to him, Y/N was passed out, both hands holding her pillow as most of her long hair covered her sleepy face. To say he was in love would be an understatement as Wooyoung already felt the urge to wake his girlfriend up so they could share a special moment, the frustration of not having her in his arms definitely too much for him to handle.

Slowly -and because he wasn’t exactly known as the most patient man to exist- Wooyoung scooted to the side until his chest hit her back, both his arms wrapping around her figure to keep her close to him as he flinched at the mere touch of her smooth skin against the part of his stomach his white t-shirt failed to cover. It still amazed him to realize how hooked and hopelessly in love he was, after years of dating Y/N, one simple touch was enough to send him flying way above the clouds in the blink of an eye.

“Babe- you awake?” he whispered, his mouth so close to her ear he swore he could have seen her skin covered with goosebumps under the warmth of his breath.

No answer. Of course she was sleeping.

Still, he was getting bored now.

“Babe?” he insisted.

“Baby? Y/N? Love? Baby girl?”

“Stop it!” Y/N groaned through a sleepy tone, her face still buried into her pillow.

“Ha! So you ARE awake…” he smirked, proud of his typical asshole move as he took the opportunity to slip both his hands into his girlfriend’s top to fondle her tits as he buried his lips into her neck, pecking her skin slowly until her next complaint.

“You said we could have a lay in today, Woo” She failed to sound pissed off, mostly because her entire body was already melting into his skilled palms. If anything, Wooyoung was a master at keeping her hooked around his finger anytime- today was no exception.

“I did say that- but did I mention sleeping?” he teased, his tongue poking between his plump lips as she turned around to finally face him.

“Isn’t it the point of a lay in?” she frowned, using all the strength she had left not to kiss the mole on his bottom lip, her favorite spot.

“Not my kind of lay-in…” he smiled again, reaching for her mouth so he could properly kiss her this time. Without surprise, she didn’t fight him over his sudden move and simply allowed him to deepen the kiss as soon as his tongue slipped between her lips, teasing the roof of her mouth like the absolute devil he was.

While she wasn’t proud to admit it, Y/N could never resist Wooyoung’s charms. From the way his gummy cheeks turned into the flirtiest smile to his shiny baby eyes and above anything, his beautiful dimples, the man’s face was made to tempt the kindest souls and if she was being honest, hers was long gone the minute they had met.

“You can relax though, I’ll do all the work” Wooyoung teased, his mouth leaving hers as he moved downwards to pinch her perky nipple between his lips, the tip of his tongue circling it in a way-too-familiar move she felt right into her core.

“Woo….fuck” she groaned, both her hands grabbing the back of his head, pulling at his hair slightly until he gasped out loud.

“Love it when you say my name, baby” he smiled, offering her other nipple the very same treat as the first one plopped out of his mouth with a nasty pop of his lips smacking together.

“You better make it worth it, I was looking forward to this lazy morning, you know?” Y/N tempted him, pushing all the right buttons to make sure he would go all the way to please her. Not that Wooyoung needed the extra push as the absolute selfless lover he truly was. Y/N had actually lost count of the times they had sex without him even finishing as long as she was the one being pleased first. Sometimes he would just take her anywhere and at the most random times just to collect an orgasm like kids would collect pokemons. Out of all the partners she had before, Wooyoung was by far the most devoted one. A man with a goal in mind and the stamina of a gold medalist athlete.

“Do I ever disappoint?” he smiled, his mouth already traveling down her exposed stomach as his hands fiddled with the little knot at the front of her shorts to unwrap his favorite meal.

“Not what I’m saying–”

“Then just keep calling my name and don’t be a brat” he scolded, his palm meeting the side of her thigh with a small smack of his hand that made her clench with anticipation. While he could be the softest lover, Wooyoung definitely had the ability to switch from a bottom to a top with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t even need a specific mood or anything to be set and ready for him to simply go with the flow and adjust to the situation. Today, it definitely seemed like he was going for the dom side of him and once again, Y/N wasn’t the one to complain about it.

His mouth latched onto her clit in no time, sucking at it like he was waiting for his favorite candy to melt into his tongue and while she was definitely used to the feeling - Wooyoung never missing on an opportunity to eat her out- Y/N felt her entire body react to the way his tongue darted against her sensitive bud, her legs pushing her up as she arched towards the ceiling with her hands pushing her boyfriend’s face further into her cunt.

“ffffuck, Woo… baby…. more” she moaned, out of breath as her eyes rolled all the way at the back of her head from how sensitive she already was under his skilled mouth.

“More? How more? use your words, baby… What do you want?”

“F—fingers” Y/N barely managed to gasp, her thighs as a trembling frame around his face while her aching hole was begging to be abused.

“Fingers uh?” he teased, his thumb resting flat against her clit while two of his fingers grazed her entrance to collect some of her wetness. “How many can you take?”

“T—two” she stuttered, pushing her hips against his palm, hoping he would slip into her immediately but instead, Wooyoung decided to tease her a little bit more as he reached for her mouth, pushing two of his fingers past her bottom lip until she properly sucked on his digit while keeping the most intense eye-contact with the love of her life.

“That’s it baby, keep these ready for you… You think you can squirt for me today?” Wooyoung smiled at the thought, dropping butterfly kisses all over her inner thighs and stomach like he wasn’t already using his mouth to speak his filthier thoughts aloud.

“Would that please you?” she asked, giving one last, painfully slow lick along his digit as Woyoung failed to cover his excitement at the sight, his bottom lip already tucked between his teeth as he frowned out of complete bliss.

“You know I love how messy you get sometimes, baby…” he smirked, his eyes turning into crescents as he finally dragged his palm along her skin, between her tits, along her stomach and finally, to the place she needed him the most.

“What’s the word, princess?”

“Please”

“You don’t sound convincing enough…. Try again” Wooyoung teased, his fingers dragging between her folds, spreading her wetness all over her clit as he rubbed it in circles at the slowest pace to make her clench under his evil touch.

“P-please, baby, I need you so much right now…” she wasn’t in control of her own body anymore as her legs kept pushing her upwards, seeking for a quick relief as she made sure to grind all over his palm until it was covered with her own arousal.

“Look at you, so eager to be fucked… I love you so much…”

“I love you too- now stop playing, please???” she sounded desperate now.

Desperate enough.

Pressing his lips against her clit once again, Wooyoung wasted no time pushing two of his fingers to her entrance, waiting for it to adjust to her familiar tightness. No matter how many times he would fuck her dumb, she still felt incredibly tight around him. Holding onto the bed frame as she gasped aloud, Y/N finally broke eye contact with her boyfriend to tilt her head back as soon as he started fingering her at a quicker pace, the filthy sound of her drenched pussy breaking the silence of the room in between her desperate whines of absolute pleasure.

While keeping a steady pace with his fingers tightly snuggled into the warmth of her cunt, Wooyoung kept teasing her clit with a couple long, soft drags of his tongue as it swirled around it, looking up from time to time to catch his favorite sight: his girlfriend fucked-out and begging for more, tits bouncing under her trembling body and her bottom lip snatched between her teeth, almost turning it white.

Then, against all odds and to Y/N biggest surprise, Wooyoung suddenly stopped.

After one last, painfully filthy kiss right into her core, her boyfriend was back up onto the bed, his thighs resting against his feet for a second as he wiped his lips clean from her extreme arousal.

“Ride me” he almost ordered, his hand smacking her thigh once again as he laid down next to her, his hands already pushing his sweatpants down to reveal his throbbing member. Though she never admitted it out loud, Y/N just found it extremely arousing whenever Wooyoung would simply put on his favorite pair of gray sweatpants after showering in the evening, discarding himself of any underwear. She loved to see him wander around their apartment with his cock floating freely between his legs, poking into the softness of the fabric every now and then- and right now, she couldn’t miss the wet patch she definitely had caused as his swollen head was already leaking with precum.

Any other day, Y/N would have taken the time to suck him clean as she definitely adored giving him head. But she knew what Wooyoung truly needed right now, and she was more than willing to please her boyfriend as she still felt the tingle down her spine from almost reaching climax a second earlier.

Wasting no time to position herself on top of him, both her legs resting against his thick thighs, Y/N watched as Wooyoung grabbed his manhood into his palm, guiding himself to her entrance as she slowly dived into him with her mouth agape. She was definitely too sensitive to last and Wooyoung must have known this as his hands came to rest around her hips, inviting her to grind against him at the slowest pace instead of jumping his bone up and down right away. Y/N actually loved the feeling of having him entirely buried into her cunt, his dick so deep she could feel him graze the roof of her most sensitive spot as she pushed herself against it a little harder with each thrust. She also knew Wooyoung adored to have her this way as it seemed like she was the one actually in charge- the one fucking him. It was no news to any of them that on top of being a switch, Wooyoung never missed on an opportunity to be fucked whenever Y/N felt like topping him.

Pushing his t-shirt up so she could graze his toned chest, Y/N fingers started to dig into his flesh as Wooyoung decided to meet her halfway, pushing himself up to thrust back into her balls deep, filling her up to the brim. There was something sensual and extremely intimate about the silence of the room, both of them gone quiet except for the occasional gasps and the obvious skin-on-skin slapping whenever Wooyoung pushed himself into her dripping cunt. The hem of his pants had gone a darker shade of gray now as he had failed to push it down enough not to get soiled by Y/N’s wetness but none of them seemed to care as the bed started squeaking under their assault, both of them locking eyes as the final signal to go a little bit harder now that they were close to their climax.

Lifting himself up until he was sitting face to her, both her legs hanging above his thighs, Wooyoung made sure she kept her eyes on him with one hand around her throat as the other kept her buttcheek into a tight grip as she rode herself to her orgasm. She was the first to come, without a fail, mouth wide open, body shaking, skin dripping with sweat under Wooyoung’s strong grasp as he pumped into her at a wildest pace until she came crashing back against his shoulder, her pussy clenching around him as she spilled all over his thighs like a promise kept.

Proving himself as a selfless partner once again, Wooyoung was about to pull out, already satisfied with her own blissful moment when Y/N stopped him in his track, her hips rolling slowly against his throbbing cock, milking him as she kept her gaze locked on him through a silent offer. Pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth, she watched as Wooyoung came undone, filling her up as she failed to move on purpose, too eager to be full of him in the most primal way.

Exhausted, hair splattered all over his forehead, Wooyoung fell back into the mattress, dragging her along as he grabbed the sheet to cover them both up. Resting her head against this chest with his cock still warm between her folds, Y/N was fast asleep within a minute later as Wooyoung kept her close with his arms around her waist and his lips against her neck.

The streets were still busy downstairs and while people must have been on their way to exciting adventures on the weekend, Wooyoung thought to himself that, regardless of the wanderer he truly was at the core, he would never trade a lazy lay-in with the love of his life. She was, by far, his best and most favorite adventure.

#Wooyoung x reader #Ateez smut #Wooyoung smut #Ateez fanfiction #Wooyoung OS

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angelst4re · 1 year

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Hello! ✨

It’s me again! Hehe would you be able to do a Jace one where reader is living at the institution and has known the group since they were little and reader is dating a guy who laid hands on her then one night she comes back to the institution sneaking in at night and Jace finds her with bruises and is mad ready to go look for the guy to where Jace and reader get into a spat about it but she’s only been dating other people to distract herself from loving Jace all these years because he doesn’t do love but in the end loves her.

Hope all is well! Xoxo 🤍

hi my love!!! ahhh jace is one of my favourite characters to write for and especially soft jace <3 he has my whole heart!!!

Just Pretend- Jace Wayland/Herondale x Reader

summary: you've liked jace for years, but you never wanted to accept it, so you would date other people to take your mind off of him. however, one night you come home late, and jace finds out everything.

warnings: mentions of a violent relationship, but nothing too graphic

notes: yes, the title is supposed to be a bad omens reference :) also, i was thinking of writing a part 2 to this, but i'm currently working on 2 other fics right now AND part 2's to three other stories!! but that won't stop me <3

Two years, six months and four days. That is how long you have been lying to yourself. That is how long you’ve been dating Jack, a guy you met at the bar. You found it easy in the first year, projecting your feelings towards Jace onto him, but lately things have been changing. Jack’s been getting suspicious about you and Jace, and when he feels this way he is easily angered and will throw things around, taking his anger out around his apartment- until tonight, where he laid his hands on you.

The reason for it was because you were just over five minutes late to your date that evening, and he believed you were spending your time with Jace instead. But that was silly, Jace hated you. You felt as if he hated you from the moment you walked into the Institute, with nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home.

Jace would ignore you, give you looks from across the room, it was as if your presence bothered him. But you still had feelings for him.

Jace is stunningly attractive, it’s not a lie. But that isn’t why you felt this way for him. One night, only months after moving into the Institute, you had a nightmare. With nowhere else to go, you went to the greenhouse, and Jace was the only other person there as it was late. You hadn’t talked to him much before, but you sat by him that night and he asked if you were okay, seeing the tears stain your cheeks. You told him about your nightmare, and he comforted you, telling you he often has nightmares too. That night was the only time in all the years that you’ve known Jace, that you’ve had a proper conversation. He opened up about himself that night, and was vulnerable with you, and so you guessed that’s the reason why he avoids you now. Or at least that’s what you hoped was the reason.

It was late by the time you got back to the Institute, and you moved around quietly to ensure you wouldn’t wake anybody up. However, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a shadow at the other end of the hallway. A shadow you easily recognised.

“Jace?” You whisper-yelled, and he came into your sight.

“Do you know what time it is?” He asked, seeming quite pissed off.

“I don’t know… 11?”

“It’s 2am, y/n. You know the rules. Home by 10.” He says, as he walks closer to you.

You watch his face as his eyes scan you. From the mascara running down your cheeks, your hair- wet and tangled from the rain- and then…

“What the fuck is that on your arm?” He asked, panic lacing his voice as he grasped your forearm, making you wince, “are these bruises?”

“Yeah, uh-” you cleared your throat, wracking your brain for a coverup story, “I got in a fight… at the bar… with um, a girl.” Your voice smaller and smaller as you lied to his face.

“Bullshit. He did this to you, didn’t he?”

“No! I-”

“Stop fucking lying to me, y/n!” He raised his voice, his eyes glossy with tears, but also filled with anger.

You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. Tears you’ve been holding back for weeks now. As they spill from your eyes, you wrap your arms around Jace involuntarily, expecting him to pull away.

But he doesn’t.

He comforts you, gently stroking your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks softly, pulling back from you slowly.

“Can we sit down… it’s a long story.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You explain to Jace that Jack believed you were cheating on him, but where he was wrong in one aspect, he was right in believing you had feelings for Jace. You told him the truth, and didn’t hold anything back from him. You told him exactly how you felt, and by the way his face softened, his body language changed and his attitude switched, you could tell he had something to tell you too.

“I’m sorry,” he says, leaning towards you to place his hand on your knee, to which you flinch away from, “I’m really sorry. I’ve acted like such a dick towards you, and it’s not your fault, okay? I just… didn’t want to accept the way I felt. I love you too, more than you think. I’m just scared, I find it difficult opening up to people, and when I met you I felt so… comfortable around you. I felt like such an idiot for it, and I hate myself for treating you this way. If only I told you then-”

“It’s okay, Jace.” You said, placing your hand on his, “you couldn’t have known.”

You hugged him once more, and as you pulled away he noticed blood running down your leg. You explained to him that Jack had pushed you, and you tripped over. Jace rose to his feet and took your hand, leading you to his bathroom where he pulled out a first aid box.

He took his time cleaning the wound as you sat on his bed. He was ever so gentle as he wiped the alcohol pad over your skin, holding your hand with his unoccupied one. You squeezed his hand tightly as the pain ran through your veins.

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart,” he told you, “it’s almost done.”

He bandaged up the wound with care, and placed a tender kiss over the bandage on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as his lips met the material. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and blushed as he stood back up.

“How does it feel?” He asks as you stand back up.

“As good as it can.” You tell him, putting on a smile.

“Good.” He smiles, placing his hand on your back, “let’s get you to bed, now. We can talk more in the morning.”

As Jace walked you to your room you couldn’t help but worry that he would turn back into his old ways in the morning. Sure, he said you could talk about it more in the morning, but would he be feeling the same way in the morning? Or would he change his mind?

As you reached out your hand to open the door to your room, Jace got there first. You felt your cheeks redden again as your hand lingered over his. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his hands felt, despite the marks, scars and wounds they held.

He opened the door for you and gestured for you to step inside. You switched on the light as you entered, expecting Jace to follow behind you, but he didn’t. He stayed at the door.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “you know where my room is if you need me, if you can’t sleep or…” He trailed off as he slowly stepped closer to you, eyelids falling shut as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers running through your damp hair.

“Sweet dreams.” Was the last thing he said before leaving, returning to his own room. You were so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t processed his departure. You wished you could’ve asked him to stay longer, to perhaps even stay in your room tonight. But it was too late. We can talk tomorrow, he said. You held onto the hope that he meant what he said, and that he would go through with it. You really hoped.

#jace wayland x reader #jace wayland #jace herondale #jamie bower #jace herondale x reader #jamie campbell bower #city of bones #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part five

We have reached the (very smutty) (kind of) end. (You’re welcome.)

Do we want an epilogue? I kind of want an epilogue,,, So yeah these two are getting an epilogue 🤪

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: 18+ only! unprotected sex (wrap it irl), oral (f receiving), Jake has a thing for begging, apparently, slight cockwarming (i’m a slut for it, what can i say) they’re still bickering like an old married couple

WC: 3.5k

When you get back to Penny’s house it’s just a few minutes after six, so you expect to be able to lay back on the couch and act like you’ve been there all night.

Except, of course, Penny is awake and waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

“Good morning,” you say, offering a sheepish smile.

Penny nods, smirking, leaning back against the counter. “Good morning. How’s Hangman?”

You quietly close the back door. “Did you hear us?”

“I think the whole street heard you two bickering,” Penny laughs.

But you grimace. “Shit. Did we wake you?”

“No, no,” she shakes her head. “I slept an hour or two and couldn’t anymore.”

“Yeah,” you frown. “Same here. Until Hangman got here. Soaking wet. He walked here.”

“I heard,” Penny reminds you, still laughing. “What was it? You’re fucking crazy!”

“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry. I was so pissed. I couldn’t help it.”

“I get it,” Penny says. “You didn’t wake Amelia though, don’t worry. She can sleep through anything, especially with those headphones in.”

“Teenagers,” you chuckle wistfully. “Did you tell her they left?”

Penny shakes her head. “I think she knows. She asked if we could take the boat out for a while.”

“Are you?”

“Well,” Penny sighs. “What are your plans? Do you still want to move?”

“Of course I do,” you say. “But that can wait. If you need to go, I understand. Take some time.” You pause, remembering how you and your mom did that a few times. You could always tell when she was especially worried because the two of you would take off to her sister’s house in Nevada for a week. As if being in a different state would make the pain hurt less if the worst case scenario happened.

“Are you sure?” Penny asks. “I don’t want to leave you--”

“Go,” you insist. “I can watch over The Hard Deck if you want.”

“You don’t have to open,” she says. “Everyone knows I take Amelia on vacation for a few days here and there.”

“Yeah, but now you have me here,” you grin. “I can keep them entertained while you’re gone.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to come with us?”

You think it over for a moment, then shake your head. “I think I need to be here.”

Penny smiles gently. She gets it. “Okay.”

+++

Penny and Amelia leave the next morning. Amelia tries to convince you to join them, but she quickly lets it go when you cave and tell her you’ll be moving in. You wanted to wait to tell her, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

You spend the day moving things around in the spare room. Penny said she doesn’t mind where you put things, just as long as it isn’t hidden somewhere she can’t find it later. You find room in a few closets and even the closet in the room to store boxes. Penny was exaggerating when she told you just how much was in here. You’re finished in one day.

You don’t open The Hard Deck until the second day, and you only stay open for a few hours. With the aviators gone, not many people came around, and the regulars seemed a bit disappointed when you said Penny was gone on vacation. They’re used to the bar being closed, not a random woman running it for Penny.

Keeping busy is the best thing you can do for yourself.

So, you also head back to your apartment to pack up some more of your things, and officially let your leasing office know you’ll be leaving soon. They tell you that you don’t need to be out until the end of the month, but they don’t argue when you say you’ll likely be out sooner than that.

You load your car down and make a few trips before you’re too exhausted to do anymore for the day. Sitting on the beach sounds much more enticing, so you do that instead.

As the sun sets, you take a quick swim, watching the sky and wondering which direction the aviators are in. And if they’re okay. And if they’ve even gone up yet. And if they have gone up, if it went okay. If they’re on their way back now. If they have to wait.

You haven’t wondered about this many “if’s” since your dad. You forgot how easy it is for them to consume you, but at least it’s slightly easier now to quiet them. Now you know how.

The next day, you decide to grab lunch and eat with your dad. You spend hours out there, eating, drinking, and talking to him. You had no idea you had so much to tell him, even more than last week. You find yourself laughing like you used to with him when he was alive.

The rest of the day, you take a drive with all the windows down, music blaring, feeling free for the first time in a long time.

+++

The regulars at The Hard Deck get used to you after a couple nights, so you’ve started opening the doors every night.

This particular afternoon, you’re getting ready to open, doing all the things you didn’t do yesterday when you closed. You said it could be Tomorrow You’s problem, and now Tomorrow You is paying for it.

Behind you, the door swings open, and without looking, you holler, “Sorry, we’re not open just yet!” You must’ve forgotten to lock the door behind you.

“Really, sweetheart?”

You nearly drop the glass you were drying. Even then, it slams a little too hard on the counter when you let go of it, but you don’t have time to look at it.

Hangman has zero warning before you’re flinging yourself into his arms, wrapped around him like a koala, legs around his middle and all. He stumbles slightly, but regains his footing and widens his stance, holding you tight.

“I got you, honey,” he says, chuckling a little. He kisses your temple a few times, squeezing you. “I got you.”

“I missed you,” you say into his neck. Abruptly, you lift your head and stare at his face, searching for any cuts or bruises. “Are you okay? Did everything go okay?” Your hands move to hold his face, glad to be able to touch him again.

“I’m alright,” he says. “We’re all okay. We did it.”

You smile in relief. And then you kiss him.

Once again, you make him stumble. He’s never had a woman like you, one that can make him lose his balance so easily.

It only takes him a few seconds to get past the shock, and then he’s sighing into your mouth, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his body. You whimper quietly when his grip gets a little too tight, and he groans in response, the sound sending a shock throughout your body.

“Woah! Hey! Jesus!”

You and Hangman spring apart like two teenagers caught making out in your parents’ basement.

Maverick has shielded his eyes and turned away, but you can see his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Sorry Mav,” you murmur sheepishly, walking over to give him a hug, too.

“No problem,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “I see you two got over yourselves.”

“Oh, shut up,” you shove his shoulder and he winces -- genuinely, not trying to get a rise out of you. “Hey,” your eyebrows furrow in concern. “You okay?”

He shrugs. “Been better.”

You give him a stern look. “You were supposed to be training them.” You pause, crossing your arms. “Pete Maverick. Did you fucking go up in this mission?”

“Maybe.”

“For fucks sake,” you mutter, shaking your head. Now you can really see all the cuts and bruises on his face. What the fuck happened? You know you can’t ask. “I’m glad you’re alive, but holy fuck. You’ve lost your mind.”

“Me too, kiddo,” Mav smiles, ignoring your last comments. “Where’s Penny?”

You were waiting for that to come out of his mouth. You smile sadly. “Her and Amelia went on vacation for a few days.”

He nods. “Oh. Okay.”

“Sorry, Mav,” you murmur. “She just couldn’t…be here, you know. She--”

“I get it, yeah,” he says, but he’s clearly hurt. You can see it on his face and hear it in his few words. “Well, I’ll text her.”

“I’ll let her know you stopped by,” you say. It might help for you to say something to her, too.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “Well, I uh…I should probably go.” Maverick gestures between you and Hangman. “So you two can…catch up.” His shit-eating grin splits his face, and you all but kick him out of the bar.

With Maverick gone, you walk back toward Hangman, who is leaning against the bar in his usual suave way. And he’s smirking, of course.

“What are we doing tonight?” he asks.

“Depends,” you shrug, planning to tease him as much as possible. “You taking me to dinner first?”

“First?” He raises an eyebrow. “Before…?”

You feign deep thought, crossing your arms over your chest. “Hm. We’ll see how dinner goes.”

“You’re killin’ me, honey.”

“That’s the plan.”

The truth? You’d love to lock the doors and have him ravish you right here on the bar. But you’re classier than that, and the bartop would probably be uncomfortable as hell. Especially when you have a house to yourself. You have 100% certainty that Penny and Amelia won’t be back for at least another two days, so you won’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you two.

“Do you want to go out?” Hangman asks, pushing himself off the bar to stand at his full height. “Or what about if we stay in?”

“Order in?” you question.

He shakes his head, walking closer to you to rest his hands on your hips. “Absolutely not. I’ll cook.”

You raise both eyebrows. “You. You cook?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He almost looks genuinely offended. “My momma raised me right, thank you very much. I know how to cook a lady a proper meal. I haven’t exactly had the chance before, but--”

“Mm, right, because you’re a love ‘em and leave ‘em type,” you say, regretting it when you do. It feels like a low blow, but it’s like your common sense short circuits when he’s around.

“I used to be,” he agrees, taking it in stride. “But I haven’t been that way in years.”

“Really now?” You rest your hands on his chest, unable to restrain yourself from touching him.

“I guess I’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but that was smooth. It’s taking everything in you not to smile at him, and he can tell. Just like that, the conversation is righted again, and the weird tension has left.

“Do you like breakfast?” he asks.

“Yeah?” you reply. “Who doesn’t?”

“Just checking,” he shrugs. “What time do you wanna eat?”

“Whenever it’s ready,” you smile. “We’ll need to go to the store first. There’s next to nothing in Penny’s house.”

“What about here?” he asks. “You opening tonight?”

“Not anymore,” you reply, looking at him like he’s dumb (he is, a little). “There hasn’t been much business, anyway. They really love Penny.”

“Don’t we all,” he grins. “Can we go now?”

“You’re just eager to get in my pants, aren’t you?”

He grins. “Can you blame me?”

“Nope,” you reply, flashing him a sweet smile. “I’ll just make you wait even longer.”

+++

After getting all of the ingredients from the store (and some other food for you to eat, after Hangman scolded you for how bare the cabinets were), Hangman takes over Penny’s kitchen.

You try to help him cook, but the most he lets you do is grab the eggs for him. You try to help mix the pancake batter and he swats your hands away.

“All I want you to do is park your ass on that counter,” he points with the spatula, “and look pretty while I cook.”

“Hm.” You find it hard to argue with that. It’s been a long time since you’ve had someone else cook for you. So, you hop on the counter and let him do his thing.

Which apparently includes loudly serenading you with George Strait.

He only meant to do one song, but when he saw the smile it brought to your face, he wanted to do entire albums.

The two of you eat at the kitchen table because when you suggested the couch, Hangman teased, “We’re not hooligans.”

He sets the table and finds a random candle to light, but the scent smells awful so you blow it out immediately.

Honestly, the pancakes are delicious. You expected them to be nothing special -- because they’re pancakes -- but somehow he has made the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had. And it infuriates you.

The two of you bicker about how to load the dishwasher because it’s not the best, so you have to be picky about where certain things are placed unless you want the house to flood.

Then, on your way to the couch, you bicker about what movie to watch because his taste in movies is horseshit and he says the same about yours, but neither of you really mean it.

And eventually, he ends the arguing by kissing you to shut you up.

“God, you irritate me,” you say in between kisses.

“Same here,” he mutters, absolutely devouring your mouth. “Can we just--” he pauses because you keep kissing him, like you’ve been in a desert for three years and have finally found an oasis. “Shit.”

“Mhm,” you nod, pausing your kisses only for him to chase you down. At least this time he begins kissing your neck so you can talk, but you can’t think and you’re already out of breath. “What were you saying?”

He lifts his head, chest heaving, pupils blown. He’s a goner, yet still he says, “We don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable or, you know, or ready, I just-- I just really needed to kiss you.”

You smile, cupping his cheek. “I really appreciate that,” you murmur. “But if you don’t fuck me in the next fifteen minutes, I’m kicking you out.”

In one swift move, Hangman has you lying on your back and he’s hovering above you. “Don’t worry about that, honey,” he says. “I just needed you to say the word.”

“Thank god,” you laugh, reaching up to grab his face and pull his lips back down to yours.

He lowers his body onto yours and you can feel just how excited he is, especially when his hips jerk involuntarily against your stomach.

“Having problems?” you tease, your fingertips already wandering to the hem of his t-shirt.

“None at all,” he replies, getting your message and yanking his shirt over his head.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, of course, but that time was different. Something about seeing him up close this time, just above you, makes it that much hotter.

“What are you thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

“What kind of lover you are,” you reply. Not a total lie.

“Depends,” he says with that wild grin of his.

You raise an eyebrow. “On what?”

“On what kind of day it’s been for you, for me,” he says. “And it depends on what you need.”

“You have got to stop being so smooth.”

“No can do, sweetheart,” he says. “I don’t know how.”

You pull his face down to yours again, wanting to feel his lips and tongue against yours. He kisses you for a few moments before he pulls away again, making you frown.

“What do you need tonight?” he asks, and you can tell he’s dead serious.

“You,” you answer. “I just need you.”

“You have me,” he says. “What else?”

“I don’t have you until I have you inside of me,” you reply.

“Now who’s being smooth?” he teases, already working his pants down his legs. He kicks them off and leaves his boxers, focusing on you for the moment. “Can I take this off?”

You grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”

With all of your clothes gone except your underwear, you lift your back to allow Hangman to unclip your bra -- which he does with scary precision. Once it’s off, Hangman immediately cups your breasts in both hands, and dives for your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

“Jesus christ,” you mutter, not prepared at all for how he goes from 0 to 100 every time. His boxers are on, but his hips are grinding against yours seemingly on their own.

His lips travel from your cheeks to your lips as his hands move south. One wraps around your back to pull you into his body, and the other finds its way into your underwear. He snakes one finger inside you and you cry out, which just lets his tongue race for yours.

He pulls back, though, feeling your walls already beginning to flutter around his finger. “Shit,” he says. “I have to taste you-- Can I taste you?”

You’re barely able to say yes before he’s moving down your body, leaving small kisses in his wake. He tugs your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere before parting your thighs.

“You’re so pretty, darlin’,” he whispers, his thumbs massaging your thighs. His voice alone makes you shift your hips, opening your legs wider for him. He takes the invitation.

You’ve let a man go down on you once before, but he wasn’t good and you never tried again. Hangman is very obviously a different story, based on the sheer fact that he has you cumming just seconds after his lips zero in on your clit. This is not a man who is afraid of worshiping you.

He works his fingers into you and you reach your second climax in no time. He curls his fingers ever so slightly as your body shakes for him.

“I don’t wanna leave this view,” he chuckles, but you’re already tugging at his shoulders, demanding he return to kissing you.

“Get these off,” you mutter, accidentally snapping the elastic of his boxers.

“Ow!” he feigns hurt. “Feisty.” He kicks his boxers off and you feel him rest against your stomach, hard and warm. “Better?”

“Much,” you grin, kissing him while your hand sneakily moves down to wrap around him.

His hips stutter when he feels your hand and he groans into your mouth, nearly collapsing on top of you. “Give a man some warning, will you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you laugh, slowly moving your hand, which you know must be torturing him. “Did you bring a condom?”

His head drops into your neck. “Fuck.”

“I’m taking that as a no,” you reply.

“I didn’t think, honey, I’m sorry,” he says, lifting his head, and when he looks into your eyes, he’s genuinely regretful.

“I’m on birth control,” you say. “And I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone for years.”

“I’m clean, too,” he says. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“You’d be outside right now if I wasn’t,” you tease. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

“Of course I’m fine with it,” he replies, kissing your nose. “But you need to stop before I cum.”

You quickly remove your hand, not wanting him to finish just yet. You’d much rather he did that inside of you than all over your stomach.

Neither of you can wait any longer. You help guide his head inside, arching your back at the feel of him sliding home. When he’s fully seated inside of you, he pauses, taking deep breaths. You can feel him twitching, you know he’s using all of his strength to not cum right away, and somehow that makes it even hotter.

“You need to move,” you groan. “I need you to move, Jake, please.”

“Say that again.”

You almost didn’t hear him. “What?”

“Say it again,” he says, pressing his hips even closer to yours.

“Please,” you say, not even sure if that’s what he wants, but you’re getting desperate. “Please, move, Jake-- fuck!”

He goes slow, but it’s enough. His strokes are long and deep, and each one leaves you writhing and begging for more.

“You want me to go faster?” he says, lips sucking at your neck. “Beg for it.”

“Oh my god.” You hate him. You hate him so much. “Please, harder, Jake, please.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, then does exactly as you wish.

His hips slam into yours at a blinding pace. You’re given no warning before you cum for the third time tonight, holding onto Jake for dear life as he doesn’t slow down at all, chasing his own release. Even as you feel him cumming inside of you, his hips don’t falter. Instead, he holds you tighter, moaning into your neck as your walls flutter around him, struggling to calm down.

With your chests heaving, you stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, for who knows how long.

You scratch small circles on the back of his head, and he falls asleep in no time, shifting most of his weight toward the back of the couch so he isn’t crushing you entirely. You follow him to sleep a few moments later.

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massivedrickhead · 6 months

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Hi hello, could you do (25) “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” I am very here for all the cute and soft sleepy prompts you've been doing 🥺💙

Thanks so much! It's like this list of prompts was made for me 😅

This is another one that's short and sweet!

25. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

Prompt taken from here

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The sound of a thud followed by muffled cursing woke Chloe up.

“Bec?” She mumbled, one eye open as she searched for a recognisable figure in the darkness. “Is that you?”

“Sorry,” Beca whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.”

Chloe reached blindly on her nightstand until her hand came into contact with her lamp and she switched it on. The light was harsh and she had to blink several times to clear her vision.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Beca said, sitting on the edge of the bed and removing her shirt.

“You’ll just keep fumbling around in the dark otherwise,” Chloe said, trying to get back into a comfortable position. “What time is it?” She asked through a yawn.

“Late,” Beca said, sounding as tired as Chloe felt. “Like 1:30.”

Chloe groaned and Beca crawled into bed beside her.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “I really tried to be quiet.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “I always sleep lightly when you aren’t home.”

They shared a quick kiss, and Beca leaned across the bed to switch out the light.

“How come you’re back so late?” Chloe asked, eyes closing as Beca pulled her close.

“Theo,” Beca said, the annoyance clear in her voice. “He’s stressed about the album. I mean, we all are, but he’s next level.”

“Want me to beat him up?” Chloe mumbled.

Beca let out a soft laugh and kissed whichever bit of Chloe’s skin she could reach without moving. “Please.”

“Thank you for calling to say you’d be late,” Chloe said.

“I told you I would,” Beca said. “I promised I’d do better.”

“I still appreciate it,” she said. “Did you make much progress on the album?” She asked, trying not to fall back to sleep. She knew Beca liked to debrief when she got home from work. She knew if she didn’t, she was at risk of being awake for hours and spiralling.

“We can talk about it in the morning,” Beca said. “Go back to sleep, you must be exhausted.”

“Sure?” Chloe asked.

“I’m sure,” Beca said.

“Promise you’ll sleep too? If I wake up in an hour to pee and find you in your office I’ll be pissed.”

“I promise,” Beca said. She had no desire to hide in her office and throw herself into her work. No desire to sit and pour over track after track, each time waiting for Theo’s response that it wasn’t quite there yet. She had no desire to be anywhere other than right here.

After their argument the week before, about how Beca was giving too much of herself to her job, not properly taking care of herself, and leaving Chloe to pick up what was left at the end of the day, Beca knew that work wasn’t her top priority anymore.

Chloe was.

Really, she always had been, but Beca had gotten a little lost along the way.

“You’re still awake,” Chloe mumbled. “I can hear your brain whirring.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, laughing softly. “I was just thinking about you.”

“A likely story,” Chloe replied, trying not to smile.

“I was,” Beca said. “Believe me or don’t, but you have to be up at six. Go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep when you’re thinking,” Chloe replied.

“Oh my god,” Beca said, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Tell me about your day,” Chloe said. “Please.”

Beca sighed, and she started talking. She told her about the pointless meeting that could have been an email. Told her about the intern who’d managed to spill an entire order of seven coffees in the elevator. Told her about the recording session that went on for hours and hours because Theo insisted she could do better.

“I will fight him you know,” Chloe said, her voice becoming mumbly the way it always did when she was about to fall asleep.

“I know,” Beca said. “It’s why he’s so scared of you.”

Chloe let out a soft laugh that was closer to a grunt.

“What else?” She asked, failing to stifle a yawn,

“There’s nothing else,” Beca said. “That was my full day. Do you want to tell me about yours?”

Chloe’s light snores were the only response Beca got.

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loveharlow · 2 years

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FIVE - JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [4.4k] After the events in the hot tub, Y/N is finding it difficult to brush past JJ's actions this time around. Adamant on bringing their best girl's spirits up, Sarah and Kiara drag Y/N to a club where she's finally had enough of JJ's back and forth and tries to let go for a moment...

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, mutual pining, mild angst, drug and alcohol use, arguing, mild public intoxication, jealous & possessive tendencies

A/N; I took a bit of personal rage out through the reader so this is me apologizing in advance.

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IT WAS AN UNFAMILIAR FEELING TO WAKE UP TO A BED HALF-EMPTY. It seemed that JJ had woken up before me. Yawning and reaching towards the bedside table to retrieve my phone, my eyes squinted at the harsh intrusion of light as the time read 12:22pm.

Why the hell did I wake up so late?

Putting the device face down back on the small table, I practically rolled out the bed to stand on weak legs. The house was eerily quiet but I thought little of it as I drug my frame from the edge of the bed to the bathroom sink, freshening up to go greet the others.

I was met, however, with an empty kitchen, empty living room, empty everything. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. That is until I heard the girlish giggles of what I assumed were two of my best friends coming from the direction of the sliding door that I had yet to realize was open.

Walking from the kitchen and out into the back-area of the house, the sun beamed on my skin and I was met with the bright smiles of Kie and Sarah in the hot tub.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Sarah joked. I groaned and walked closer to the steaming tub, leaning against it with my arms crossed.

“Where’d the guys go?”

“To the store. They wanted more snacks 'n shit.” I hummed in acknowledgement.

“Hop in. We can have a girl talk before they get back.”

“Sure. Let me go get my suit.”

Kie smacked her teeth and motioned her head for the tub. “It’s just us. Just take off your shirt and shorts and get in.” Doing as she said, I tipped toed into the hot tub, settling between the two girls.

“Okay, so I guess I’ll start us off because I really want to get this off of my chest…” Sarah started, rather hesitantly. Her demeanor caused us to turn to the blonde with confused expression as she took a deep breath to calm herself. “I don’t think...John B and I are gonna make it.”

Kie gasped and sat up straighter. “What do you mean? Why not?”

Sarah’s shoulders slumped and she stuck her lips out. Anyone could see how this was taking a toll on her and I began to wonder how long this had been on her mind. “I just don’t feel it anymore. And I don’t think he does either. But I think we’re both too afraid to say anything about it. Even sleeping in the same bed is just awkward. I thought the trip would help but, so far, it hasn’t.”

I frowned and waded over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sar.” She smiled weakly.

“Thanks, Y/n/n. But I think I came to terms with it a while ago. I think I’m gonna end things but I just don’t know how. I don’t wanna hurt him or ruin our friendship but this relationship is holding us both back at this point.”

“If you need help, just let us know.” Kie comforted.

Sarah nodded and mumbled a ‘thanks’ before clearing her throat and speaking up as I moved back to my place. “What about you?” She asked me. “Anything about JJ?” I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the edge of the tub.

I could feel my own features contort in mild anger and annoyance at the mention of his name — something I was completely unfamiliar with. Anger directed at JJ. “You wouldn’t know the half of it.”

“Oh?” Kie inquired. “Did something happen?”

I scoffed and shook my head. “Nothing that hasn’t happened before. Just typical JJ...”

Sarah straightened at my antagonizing tone and leaned forward. “Okay, seriously, what happened? You seem pissed.”

Sighing and moving off of the edge of the tub. “He kissed me last night.”

“WHAT?”

“AGAIN?”

“AGAIN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?” The girls were now facing each other in mutual shock but for completely different reasons. Kie sputtered to find a response but before she could form a coherent sentence, Sarah turned to me. “Has this- this has happened before?”

I nodded. “Multiple times.”

“Multiple- when- and no one told me?” She seemed mildly offended that she had been left out of the loop. “So, you and JJ-”

“Me and JJ nothing. We’re not hooking up or together, it’s just…complicated.”

“Okay well, fill me in because apparently everyone knows but me. I always knew there was something between you two.” She said skeptically. I chose to ignore the last part of her statement however.

“Everyone doesn’t know. Just Kie because, no offense, she cannot mind her business to save her life.” I shot at the brunette girl who just returned it with a cheeky smile and a wink. “But there really isn’t much to fill you in on. We kissed at a kegger a while back, agreed that it was a one time thing but apparently JJ sucks at holding up his end of the deal. Now we’re stuck in this never ending loop of ‘friends who are clearly more than friends’ and I want him to own up to it but he doesn’t want to.”

“Have you-”

“Don’t. I’ve tried literally anything you can think of. He doesn’t want to listen so I’m done trying to talk.”

“I was going to ask if you’ve tried trapping him in a room.” Sarah added.

Kie and I both tilted our heads with an expression of ‘what the hell?’ as Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

“What? He has to listen then. He’ll have nowhere to go. Plus, you two are sharing a room for the next few days so…”

“I’m not going to entrap him, Sarah.”

“You want answers, right?”

“Sarah-”

“No,” Kie interjected. “She’s right. We all love JJ but he’s being a dick. I’m not saying you don’t have your faults in this but you don’t deserve this.”

I groaned loudly and let my shoulders fall. “This is so frustrating.” I added solemnly. “I just feel like a push-over. And I can’t even be completely mad at him because I am literally letting him get away with it. Because as mad as I may be, I don’t want to lose him and that’s what holding me back.”

“Well as your friends, it’s our duty to get your mind off of him and I heard there’s a club near here.” Sarah suggested mischievously.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh c’mon. I’m not saying you have to hop in someone’s bed but music, lights, alcohol that we shouldn’t even be drinking? Sounds like a great distraction to me.”

“I’m actually with Sarah on this one. I can’t let you wallow in your heartbreak.” Kie said with a shrug.

I sighed. “Okay. Fine. Clubbing tonight it is.”

Sarah squealed and Kie threw her arms around my shoulders to pull me into a bear hug cheering ‘that’s my girl’ in my ear as I laughed at their dramatic antics.

“Okay, okay, enough about me? I wanna hear about you, Kie.”

She pulled back to stand in front of me as a blush rose to her cheeks. “I don’t know what you mean.”

I pushed her shoulder lightly and crossed my arms over my chest. “The girl from the springs? Mariana, I think her name was...”

“Oh…what about her?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“Fine. Pushy…” She put a hand to the back of her neck as she avoided looking at the both of us. “She gave me her number, in like a “I’m interested in you” kind of way. But guys, I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“Well, do you like her?” Sarah prodded.

“I think so. She’s cute and sweet, plus she’s really funny.”

“Then... I say go for it. No harm in trying, right?” I added optimistically.

“I guess not.” The tanned girl smiled.

IT SEEMED AS IF WE HAD BEEN SPLIT INTO GROUPS ALL DAY. The guys had gotten back from the store hours ago but were heading out now to a Sports Bar & Grille to watch some football game that was happening tonight. It was about a quarter past seven when John B shouted throughout the house. “We’re gone! See you later!”

“Bye!”

“Later!”

“Have fun!”

And the sound of the front door closing was heard as they set off. I was relieved that it was just us girls again if I’m being honest. When the guys got back, it was like JJ was actively avoiding me. Actually, it didn’t seem like it — he was. I don’t know what’s going through his head, whether he thinks I’m going to let this all go by tomorrow or what but I’m done playing this game. So, until Maybank can get himself together, we’re not speaking.

Sarah and Kie were all caught up but Pope and John B were eyeing us weirdly, so maybe JJ told them. Maybe he didn't. Or maybe the tension was so thick that they could see it.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Kiara and Sarah burst into the room as I was pulling on my outfit for tonight. It was nothing special, but it hugged my frame sensually and the color complimented my complexion well.

A whistle erupted from Kie as she playfully eyed me up and down. “Look at you, doll.” I cringed as I secured the outfit and slid on the shoes that went with it. I don’t think any of us told the guys we were going out but it’s not like it was a secret. If they needed us they could just call.

“Doll? What are you? Sixty?”

“That’ll be the last time I compliment your ungrateful ass.” She dismissed as Sarah dusted herself off and straightened out the dress she was wearing. She had on a nude two-piece set — a kind of cropped halter top and a long skirt. Kie was adorned in a short, white top with a separated cross section and high-waisted jeans.

“We both know that’s a lie. I’m too hot for you to not mention it.”

Sarah laughed as Kie scoffed and turned to exit the room, mumbling a ‘bring your ass’ as she went down the steps to leave, Sarah and I trailing behind.

GETTING INTO THE LOUNGE WASN’T AS HARD A TASK AS WE THOUGHT. It was a pretty large club about half an hour from where we were staying. It was 18 plus with some 21 plus activities, so we could get in easily but with a lazy bouncer, we probably could’ve just walked right in without much trouble at all.

Entering the main area of the club, it was packed and lively. Lights flashing, people dancing sloppily in the middle of the room and the dj spun near the back on the small stage, people doing hookah in the corners of the room, others loitering at the bar. You could feel the humidity hit you as soon as you stepped foot into the crowded place.

“Damn. I knew this place was popular but not like this.” Sarah observed, the lights casting a pink hue over her starstruck expression.

“Oh!” Kie shouted, pointing at the right corner of the room. “One of the hookah sections just opened up.” Following her lead, we entered the section but not before confirming to the buff bouncer that we were at least 21, getting nervous for a second as he eyed the IDs and us back and forth but ultimately decided to let us through.

We wasted no time, excited to let loose and have fun as we practically snatched a hose for each of us and attached one of the disposable mouth tips. Taking our first drags of the substance, Sarah coughed a bit while Kie and I chuckled.

“Is it flavored?” She asked through light coughs.

Kie nodded and I replied. “Pineapple, I think.”

After a couple more drags we were finally getting in the groove of things, swaying to the bass boosted music as we blew out puffs of smoke, taking pictures and laughing with one another. The more effective part of the drugs were starting to kick in now — the lights a bit brighter than I recall with little streaks following behind them. I knew I’d had enough to satisfy myself when I tripped over my own feet for the second time.

Kie and Sarah, however, were still going. I tapped the brunette on the shoulder and informed her that I was headed to the bar as she made sure to assert that she would keep an eye on me from where she was.

Exiting the corner and shooting a weird smile at the bouncer, I pushed my way through the crowd to the bar. Reaching the small semi-circle counter top, I slid the tall, dark-haired bartender my ID and requested a drink and he looked it over before sliding it back to me.

“Sorry. Can’t help you.”

“What?” I slurred slightly. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a good fake, kid. But I got good eyes.” He reprimanded. “I won’t rat you out. But I can’t serve you either.” He raised an eyebrow before walking further down the bar to serve another guest. I groaned and threw my head back.

“Having a hard time, gorgeous?”

Turning to face the voice oddly close to my ear, I was met with one of the most beautiful men I’d ever laid my eyes on. He was tall, had dark, curly hair that you may mistake for black but when the lights hit it just right it was a very dark brown. His skin was a tanned sort of brown, like Kiara’s complexion but darker. He was dressed simply but it complimented him just oh-so well — a dark t-shirt and jeans with chain around his neck and rings adorned his fingers.

His posture was radiating confidence as he leaned half of his frame on the bar, one arm on the counter and the other laid next to his side. He must’ve noticed my lack of response because a grin broke out on his face before he was chuckling lowly, head dipping down slightly. “I’m Chase.”

Gathering myself and straightening out my intoxicated frame, I shot him a smile. “I’m Y/n.”

“Hm. Suits you. You havin’ a good time, Y/n?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before throwing my head back lightly in the direction of the bartender behind me. “I was before Superman over there x-rayed my ID. That’s the first time someone’s ever noticed.”

Chase tilted his head before turning in the direction of the bartender and calling out. “Yo, Sam!” The bartender walked back over to stand in front of us. “A drink for the girl, please.”

The bartender, Sam I presume, rolled his eyes before grabbing a glass and making the drink I requested before. “You’re gonna get me fired, Kingston.” He shot at Chase as he slid me the drink.

Chase winked and slipped him a bill. “Y’know I’d never let that happen. ‘Preciate you, man.” Sam flipped the boy off before returning to his work duties, Chase facing me once more as I sipped on the drink.

Once I swallowed it down, I stirred the straw as I made conversation. “How’d you do that?”

He shrugged before plucking the lime from the rim of my glass and biting down on it. “My dad may or may not co-own this place.” He suggested playfully.

My eyebrows lifted in surprise as I sipped on my beverage. Impressive, I thought. “Well, thank you.”

“No problem, gorgeous. You here alone?”

I shook my head, turning to point in the direction of my friends who were now dancing amongst the other guests. “Here with my friends.”

“Are you from around here?”

“Sadly, no. Here on vacation. We’re trying to have some fun before we head off to college and what-not.”

He hummed and when I looked up from my drink I noticed that he’d moved closer. I don’t know if it was because it was mildly high or nearing tipsy but he looked really kissable. His gaze went from my eyes to my lips before he licked his own and his gaze landed on my ID that was still on the table.

“ID says twenty-one but how old are you really?”

“Eighteen.” I muttered around the slim black straw, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“Great, ‘cause so am I.” He assured, running his calloused hand up my arm.

I’D LOST TRACK OF HOW LONG CHASE AND I HAD BEEN TALKING. More like flirting, actually. Heavily flirting. I was a little beyond intoxicated. I was on his lap, his hands on my waist as my own ran through his hair and played with the chain around his neck. Kie and Sarah had come over at one point to make sure I was okay and even though I assured them that I was fine, I could feel their gaze on me from their place at the bar.

Chase and I were sitting in some booth not too far from it but secluded enough. I barely knew half of what I was saying or laughing at but he was laughing along and I felt liberated. For once, out of this whole trip, JJ wasn’t at the forefront of my mind.

“Y’know…” Chase started, one of his hands moving from my waist to run a finger over my cheek. “You’re really cute.”

I smiled shyly and looked down. “You think so?”

He bit his lip and nodded before the hand went from tracing my cheek to cradling my jaw and pulling me into a kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy but his touch was the exact opposite. Both of my hands were now on his face, one on his cheek as one held the side of his neck.

It was cut short when he pulled back as soon as the kiss began to get more aggressive and demanding. “I’d really love to take this further but you seem kind of drunk.”

I laughed and nodded at him. “Oh, I am.” I agreed, my insides tingly. “But I’m fine with just kissing if you are.” He smiled and shook his head as a low and rumbly laugh left his chest. He was leaning in for another kiss when suddenly I was practically yanked off of his lap and someone was gripping my arm.

Looking up, I was met with a furious blonde — hair messy, cheeks red, and eyes dark. “JJ?”

He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me in a way I’ve never seen him look at me before. And not in a good way. Not a good way at all.

Chase tenses up at the aggressive interaction, eyeing the deathly grip that JJ has on me before turning to me in question. “Do you know this guy?”

“Yeah, she does.” JJ answered shortly.

Chase turned to him with a hard expression. “I was asking her.” “And I answered instead.”

“Look man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend-”

“He is not my boyfriend-” I slurred. Whipping my head to JJ, I curled my lip in anger. “What the hell are you doing?” I snarled.

“We’re leaving.” JJ announced. What the fuck was he even doing here? As he turned around and tried to drag me with him, I yanked my arm from his grasp.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Y/n.”

“She doesn’t want to go with you, dude. Just leave her alone.” Chase butted in.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” JJ snapped at the boy. “Who the fuck are you?”

They were fairly loud but between the music and where we were in the corner, they weren’t causing as much of a disturbance as you would’ve thought. Chase huffed out a breath and put his hands in his pockets before turning to me. “This was fun but I think I should go.”

My shoulders fell as I looked up at the guy who had made my night. “Chase-”

“It’s cool, don’t worry. You clearly have some stuff to sort out. You’ve got my number if you ever want to hang.” And with that he was making his way through the crowd and I turned back to JJ — drunk and angry. He was only one of the two.

He was quick to latch his hand around my wrist and drag me to where Kiara and Sarah were with Pope and John B as I mumbled at him to let go of me. When we made it to our friends I was quick to speak.

“Why the hell are they here?”

“Game ended so I asked Sarah where you guys were.” John B piped up. “Why are you so snappy?” He inquired.

I didn’t answer him, I wasn’t going to anyway but before I had the chance, JJ was speaking up, voice low and flat. “I’m gonna take her back to the house. I need the keys to the car.”

Pope fished them out of his pockets before tossing them to the blonde, they had taken the car earlier so we’d rode in a cab. And since the rest of them probably planned on getting drunk, they’d take a cab back when they were ready.

JJ led me out of the club and into the parking lot as my friends bid farewell to us both. When we reached the car, JJ released my wrist and opened the passenger door as I stood back pouting like a child.

With the door wide open, he motioned for me to get in. “No.”

“Get in the car.”

I didn’t say anything or move, just shifted my weight with my arms crossed before he let out a breath and swiftly walked over to me. Throwing me over his shoulder and placing me into the car while he ignored my protests. He rounded the vehicle to get into the car as I pushed my hair out of my face.

Closing the door and starting the car, he told me to put my seatbelt on as he drove off.

Five whole minutes of silence went by before I said something. “That was unnecessary and you know it. I was having fun and you just had to ruin it.”

“Is that what you call that? Fun is kissing strangers now?”

“He wasn’t a stranger. His name was Chase and he-” hiccup. “-was actually really nice.”

JJ ran a stiff hand through his hair before quickly looking between me and the road. “He was only talking to you for one thing and you know it.”

This made me laugh out loud bitterly. “You are so fucking unbelievable! So…what you’re saying is guys would only approach me for a one-night stand?”

“What I’m saying is that-”

“Is someone actually wanting to be with me completely ridiculous to you? Is- is that it?”

“Are you even listening to me?” He was getting angrier and I was getting louder but I couldn’t care less.

“All of this is such bullshit, y’know that? You are so fucking backwards and it drives me insane. Am I not up to your girlfriend standards? Is that why you-”

“Y/n. Quit it.” His tongue was prodding the inside of his cheek and his hands were gripping the steering wheel harshly.

“No, tell me JJ-”

Suddenly, the car was swerving to pull over and he was turning to face me. “I said stop.” He demanded. “You know I don’t think any of those things about you so don’t sit here and try and make it seem like I think any less of you than I do. I hold you higher than I hold anyone else for you to make it seem like I don’t is plain stupid. You wanna fuck some random stranger? Fine. But not when you’re drunk and can barely stand. So, no — what I did in there wasn’t unnecessary.”

I threw myself back against the passenger seat roughly, forcing a puff of air from my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest defensively. “Yeah, well at least he was upfront about how he felt. It’s not like you can say the same. What happened to that kiss being a one-time thing? A drunken mistake? What happened to all of that?” I badgered him without once meeting his eyes. “You kiss me and you- you leave and I don’t know what to do anymore. This isn’t fair, JJ..It’s just, not fair.”

And that was the last thing said between either of us before JJ, closing his eyes and releasing a shaky breath, merged the car back onto the street and drove in tense silence back to the house.

I WAS PARTIALLY SOBER BY THE TIME WE REACHED THE HOUSE. However, I couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than a few moments — prompting JJ to carry my borderline limp frame to and through the front door up to our shared bathroom and sit me on the counter as I leaned against the wall.

I paid no mind to his movements around the small space, until he was gently grabbing my jaw and pressing a wet rag to my face. The texture of the object startled me and I was gently pushing his wrist away.

“I don’t need you to do that.” I snarled, moving to slide my frame off of the porcelain counter-top. I was stopped by two firm hands on my hips placing me back in my original position.

“Just sit still.” He said in annoyance, hands resuming their previous positions as he wiped the makeup from my face.

Once he was done, I stayed silent as I got off of the counter-top, successfully this time, and carefully made my way to the bedroom — toeing off my shoes and sliding out of my outfit and throwing on a shirt before climbing into the bed.

My eyes closed almost immediately but sleep didn’t consume me just yet. I could hear JJ flicking off the lights, changing his own attire and climbing into the bed. He made a hesitant move to wrap his arm around my waist before I was scooting towards the edge of the bed, away from him, and all I heard was him sigh behind him before murmuring something to himself.

When I felt my body slump into the mattress, I welcomed sleep into my mind. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or the day after, or maybe even months from now. I didn’t know when our friends would get back or what they would think but I couldn’t care less.

I was hurt, angry, and mildly intoxicated. So was JJ - hurt and angry, at least.

So, I guess you could say that, for once, there was no question about how we felt for one another in this moment.

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Don’t Look Under The Bed.

What happens when you don’t believe in your imaginary friend anymore?

PART TWO

Kinktober Fest Submission

Monster!Erik x OC

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Auralism, Helplessness kink, Amaurophilia, Spectrophilia, Size Kink, Somnophilia, Erotic Wrestling

kinktober fest fic challenge part one

“Because…there was always this small part of you, Sasha, that still believed…that still wanted me around. If you truly didn’t believe in me anymore, then the bogeyman would have fully consumed me…and I would have eaten you. That’s what the bogeyman does, Sasha, it crawls from under your bed at night…snatches you in your sleep…and takes you back to their realm where they…they eat you.”

Waking up the next morning was a hassle, not because Sasha is lazy, even though that’s true, but because she was up all night tossing and turning. What happened shocked her in a multitude of ways. She went from fear, to arousal, to frustration all because of this bogeyman. The bogeyman; the monster beneath her bed; was her imaginary friend. He was now an imaginary monster often believed by children. Sasha could remember her parents using the bogeyman to threaten her into going to sleep on time. It never actually worked by the way.

Sasha looked over the edge of her bed until she was peering beneath her bed upside down. Her eyes scanned from left to right, staring at nothing but clean space. Where did this bogeyman come from? Did a portal just open up beneath her bed at night? there was no trace of a bogeyman hibernating beneath her bed. No claw marks. No smelly monster ooze. Nothing to indicate that a bogeyman lived under her bed.

The bogeyman has a nearly endless number of incarnations, as anything frightening or repulsive will suffice.The monster is usually said to live under a child's bed or in the closet and to appear at night, although in some regions of the United States, he scratches on the window of a child's room. Usually, the bogeyman is more or less humanoid, although he may be much larger or smaller than regular people. He is often dressed in black and may carry a sack or basket with which to kidnap children.

Sasha checked her walk-in closet and there was no sign of him. Sitting on the edge of her bed now, speechless, Sasha couldn’t get the image of the bogeyman crawling towards her, or feeling his lips and tongue all over her pussy out of her mind. He’d probably wanted to do that for so long. She wanted him to finish but he’d edged her instead and it pissed Sasha off. The best goddamn head she’d ever gotten, putting all of her exes to shame. Oral sex from a monster. A kink Sasha never knew she really had—well, technically she has a thing for Venom, Werewolves, and Sex demons showing up in her dreams.

A hand clamped down over Sasha’s mouth. She had a eureka moment. If the bogeyman had been under her bed all this time, then it must have witnessed her having sex. Of course he would know that she liked to be choked. Her ex-boyfriend did it often—in missionary with her legs over his shoulders, in doggy-style with both hands wrapped around her neck from behind while he pounded into her opening, from the side at 5am while he whispered into her ear. The bogeyman probably watched with his coal-black eyes over the edge of her bed, learning what she’d liked for his time with her. Probably felt the bed dip lower in a repeated motion when the sex got rough.

Night fall couldn’t come fast enough. She plans to confront oogie boogie herself and demand answers. After sitting for an hour, Sasha got up to get herself together for a productive day at her studio. She switched on the light in her master bathroom and expected to find a message waiting for her but the mirror was clean and the only thing staring back at her was her reflection. Sasha freshened up and dreaded looking through her unpacked clothes for something appropriate to wear.

“Perfect! Just perfect, Evan, you’re doing great!”

Sasha moved back and forth, camera flicking from different angles to capture the new male model that officially signed a contract through the agency she worked for. He was serving Afro punk realness with his long, slender locs, septum piercing, and chiseled jawline. Sasha couldn’t stop snapping pictures of him.

“I think we have plenty to choose from now. You were made for the camera, Evan,” Sasha let her camera dangle from her neck, “you want to take five before the next shoot?”

Evan stood with his arms out while the oil girl did her job covering his ripped torso with grape seed oil. He peeked over at Sasha through his curtain of locs and flashed a charming smile made for the camera.

“Nah, we can keep going. I’m amped up.”

Sasha nodded her head and turned to her crew to get the set ready for a new shoot. This one required Evan to be damn near naked. It will be black and white.

“Sasha,” Evan’s hand pressed into her lower back, “I should thank you, really, you’re like…the best photographer.”

Sasha’s fingers fumbled clumsily with her camera when Evan started running circles into her lower back. Even through the thick material of her sweatshirt she could feel his long fingers.

“No problem, Evan,” Sasha gave him a weak smile, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” He spoke with a hushed tone that made her shiver, “Just let me know when you’re ready, baby.”

Sasha felt like they were talking about something else entirely. One perfectly threaded brow arched in question and Evan chuckled slightly.

“…let me know when it’s cool to take you out to dinner. I really want to spoil you, Sasha.”

A blush crept up Sasha’s neck and she giggled. Evan smelled so good and he was so handsome. Sasha couldn’t even stare him in the eyes for more than two seconds without looking down at her feet or playing with her hair.

“Just say the word and I’m there.” Evan said.

Why not? Sasha was single and she hadn’t been on a date in a while. There was no telling where things would go. If Evan wanted to come back to her place, she would agree. If Evan wanted to drink some wine and talk for a while, Sasha would be down. If he wanted to make her cum with those smooth, moist lips of his she would be ready and willing—

Fuck, the bogeyman, Sasha thought.

“You okay, gorgeous?”

Sasha focused on Evan’s worried expression.

“Oh! I’m cool. Just spaced. Thinking about something I have to take care of—”

“You ain’t gotta explain yourself, beautiful.”

Sasha made up her mind.

“You can take me out tonight, actually,” Sasha said bashfully, “Are you busy?”

“Shid, not for you,” Evan licked his lips, “I’ll pick you up around 7pm?”

“Good with me.”

Evan was called back to set but he didn’t leave Sasha’s side without grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it like he was Prince Charming. Sasha felt tingly all over and especially between her legs. Fat mama didn’t want to behave!

After the discovery of Evan’s interest in Sasha, whenever she took a picture of him, it felt intimate. Like he was posing for her. Especially during one particular shoot. He wore loose, flowing, black linen pants that were soaked from water and his third leg sat chubby and semi erect against his thigh. The black and white didn’t help situations because it made his dick print pop out of the photograph like it was 3D. She wasn’t the only one on set with a wet pussy and hungry eyes for Evan apparently. His stylist was extra with every touch to his skin whenever he went to switch wardrobes. She acted like his woman and Sasha wondered if he’d given her some long dickin’. Before shutting everything down for the day, Evan and Sasha exchanged numbers. She could feel envious eyes on her back from almost every woman in that studio.

When Sasha got home after, she found a pile of packages from Wayfair, mostly decorative things for her living room and home office. She had some time before her date so she decided to unpack as much as she could before getting ready. Box cutter in hand, Renaissance on repeat, Sasha went to work. As the day stretched into night, the bogeyman beneath her bed appeared. His shadowy body remained hidden while he listened to Sasha sing off tune.

A part of him wanted to eat her alive, and another part of him wanted to wrap his imposing arms around her and snuggle her close. If only she knew how much he needed her. He took a whiff of the air in her bedroom and took her scent into memory. Shea and vanilla. His claws began to drag along the legs of her bed frame. His monster dick expanded and lengthened rapidly. Sasha entered her room wearing the shortest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that’s been cropped so high you could see under boob. Her loud, shaky voice bounced off of the walls as she walked back and forth in her room. The bogeyman watched her pretty feet move across the carpet, waiting for her to come a little closer to her bed.

She’d grown up to be…words couldn’t describe. Her curves looked soft and firm at the same time. Her lips reminded him of Betty Boop. Her eyes were big and dreamy. Her skin was perfectly smooth and reminded him of cinnamon. She really grew to love herself and appreciate her beauty. The weight she put on suited her and she looked happy. Happier than she’d ever been. When she was with her toxic ex-boyfriend, she hardly ate and her slender frame didn’t look healthy.

“Evan! Hey!” Sasha said with an obnoxiously joyful voice, “I didn’t even realize what time it was…it won’t take me long to get freshened up. Just let me know when you’re here and I’ll buzz you up…okay…see you soon.”

Sasha stopped at the foot of her bed, only centimeters away from oogie boogie’s clawed hand. She did a little shimmy and her shorts dropped to the floor. A second later her tank top joined the pile. As his sharp, deadly clawed hand reached out to wrap around her narrow ankle, Sasha walked away and in the direction of her bathroom. He growled deeply and instead dragged her clothes beneath the bed with him. One monstrous hand brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose and took a big whiff. Tangy. Slightly sweet. A pleasant musky scent that felt damp to the touch with a faint stickiness. Was she aroused? He could smell it through her pheromones.

Who the fuck is Evan?

Sasha took one last look at herself in the mirror of her walk-in closet, happy with the result, before switching off all the lights.

Grabbing her bag, she did one final sweep of her room to make sure everything was in order just in case something went down. In her bathroom, Sasha cleared away makeup, not even recognizing a new message written in the condensation on the mirror. A slither ran up her spine and something told her to look up and when she did she went as still as a statue. There was a heart drawn on the mirror, then the words I Love You.

The bogeyman. Sasha grabbed a paper towel and rubbed the mirror down until it was nothing but smudged glass. She didn’t have time to entertain the monster beneath her bed. Stepping back into her room, only the light from the bathroom illuminating her space, she stared at the darkness beneath her bed with trembling fingers. Her glossy lips lined with brown lip liner parted and a tiny breath escaped.

“Erik…I know you can hear me. Listen, could you please behave this one evening? I have a date with a nice guy and…I just want things to go normal…at least until he leaves…okay?”

Silence is all she received in response.

“Are you messing with me right now?” Sasha spoke with a shaky voice, “Answer me, bogeyman!”

Sasha wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She was lifted from the ground by the darkness itself. Her eyes snapped shut and the sound of deep beast-like growls flooded her ears. She opened her eyes slowly and stared down into the shadowy face of the bogeyman with his sunken, onyx eyes and threatening body.

“Who is Evan?” He spoke with a very deep voice.

“Just a friend from work who wants to take me on a date!” Sasha replied frantically.

She could hear buzzing from Evan ringing for her. Sasha began to panic.

“Tha–that’s him. I–I have to go. I promise, I’ll be back home and we can do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt him!”

Sasha gave her best pout and sad eyes in hopes that the bogeyman would sympathize with her. He stared at her for a long time, and Sasha was afraid Evan had left because she didn’t respond. When he finally let her go, Sasha was placed on her feet gently and she backed away with wobbly knees.

“You’ll be back?” He questioned, his voice laced with anger.

“Yes.” Sasha replied.

“Then I suggest you go now before I make you stay. And if I were you, I wouldn’t bring him back here. Unless you want me to kill him, Sasha.”

Sasha left her room and grabbed her things from the kitchen island. She checked her phone to see three missed calls from Evan. Sasha returned his call and as it rang, she took calming breaths.

“Hey sweetheart, everything alright?”

“I'm sorry about that Evan. Why don’t I meet you downstairs?”

“Anything you want, love.”

Sasha took one final look down the hall and into her pitch black room before turning away to leave it all behind for now. When she found Evan, he was waiting by a parked all black Acura. He gave her a hug before opening the door for her to get inside. The ride over to COTE Korean Steakhouse was filled with questions. Evan wanted to know everything about Sasha, from where she grew up to what made her become a photographer.

“I was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey…my is a teacher and my dad is a retired veteran.” She said, “I always dreamed of living on my own in NYC. I saved enough money and worked two jobs to be able to afford my first apartment in Brooklyn.”

Evan told her a little bit about himself. By a little, she meant very little. He shared that he was born and raised in Philly and that he went to an HBCU. He didn’t seem to want to share his childhood or past in general. Sasha found that to be odd, like he was hiding something.

She’d told him that she always had a love for photography. Her father used to take pictures often and he had his own studio and development room at their house. Her mother got her into modeling as a child, and she even recalled being on a few perm boxes. She had long hair to her waist and that alone landed her modeling gigs. Sasha then took more interest in being behind the camera when she was gifted her first digital camera for her birthday.

“…Photography has become the main outlet for my self-expression. It relaxes me, it helps me escape from the stress of daily life and the boredom of routine. It calms my nerves and allows me to be present to the moment. Photography is like meditation for me, and it makes me happy.”

She didn’t realize how much she’d shared from the car to their reserved booth seat.

She sipped her Martini while listening to Evan talk about his time during Fashion Week and how amazing New York City is. He definitely did spoil her. Whatever she wanted from the menu, Evan would order it. He even bought her a bouquet of white and red roses. He’s very touchy-feely, always reaching for Sasha’s hand or stroking her arm. She noticed he had expensive taste, which she didn’t have a problem with. She liked to dress in designer too.

“You know, you should definitely consider modeling, Sasha,” Evan said between sips of wine, “You have that face and the body for it.”

“I do. It’s just…I enjoy being behind the camera more.”

Evan licked his lips, “I’d like to be your photographer sometime…just me and you.”

He didn’t hold back at all.

“Oh, really?” Sasha giggled.

“You think I’m playing?” Evan teased.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sasha’s eyes fell to her lap.

They ate their food and talked, Sasha getting looser from her three martinis, the primitive part of her brain stimulated from the alcohol. Her sex drive was on another level and she wanted to fuck Evan. Nothing soft and intimate, but hard sex with her face in the pillow.

Not with the bogeyman under your bed, Sasha, She thought

He wanted her to come home tonight. If she decides to go home with Evan and not return to her apartment, that would anger him. She didn’t want to find out what he would do if she didn’t. For now, she would have to calm her lust until she could take care of it herself.

Or, the bogeyman could take care of it.

Why was she thinking about that long tongue on her pussy while sitting across from her date?!

“Sasha, you good?”

Sasha blinked rapidly to snap out of it.

“Yeah, all good.”

“Finished,” Evan pointed to her half-eaten food.

She hardly ate her Filet mignon.

“I think I’ll take the rest to go.” Sasha said.

After paying the expensive bill, Evan and Sasha went back to the car. He asked her if she would like to go out for drinks and she kindly declined, checking the time on her phone and seeing that it was past ten. Evan drove her home and insisted on walking her to her apartment. On the elevator ride up, he crowded Sasha’s personal space and started kissing her neck.

She closed her eyes and let the feeling of his soft lips on her neck take over her body.

“I can tell it’s been too long since you’ve had a man kiss you like that, Sasha,” Evan whispered against her ear, “Maybe I can put my lips in other places…”

His hand with long fingers and trimmed nails palmed the under cuff of her booty. He was convincing her to let him stay the night in her bed. The bogeyman wouldn’t hurt him. He had plenty of opportunities before to cause bodily harm to her ex-boyfriend.

“Your ass is so soft, Sasha,” He murmured.

She felt her clit jump.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to her floor. Evan grabbed Sasha’s hand and walked her towards her door. She let go of his hand to get her keys while Evan made himself comfortable behind her. She could smell the cherry champagne on his breath and it was sweet and pleasant.

“I guess this is goodbye for now,” Sasha turned to face Evan, her eyes raking over his body, “Thank you for everything Evan. I love the flowers too.”

Evan stretched his arms out and braced himself in the archway of her door, leaning in to take a peek at her new apartment.

“Hmm, looks spacious,” He smirked at her, “Plenty of space to use every surface…”

Sasha tucked her chin bashfully. Evan reached out to lift her chin so that she could focus on him.

“Just say the word and we can make it happen, gorgeous.”

“I—”

Sasha was cut off by Evan’s lips pressing into hers. He engulfed her mouth with skillful lips and a thick tongue. Sasha fought for control but the more Evan kissed her, the more she surrendered to him. One of his hands rested against the side of her neck and he surged his tongue in her mouth deeper. Evan started pushing himself against Sasha, attempting to enter her apartment, but one of Sasha’s dainty hands stopped him in his tracks. She broke their kiss with a loud smack and stared him in the eyes.

“I can’t tonight, Evan.”

As much as she would love to let this man do things to her body, she couldn’t risk him finding out about the monster living with her.

“What? You have no furniture right now. So?”

He leaned in to kiss her again and Sasha allowed him to give her a chaste kiss.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought we were vibin’ love. Are we not?”

His thick brows snapped together.

“We are, we are! I’m just…so tired. I promise, I like where this is going. Maybe, another date can end with us in bed, or on whatever surface is available.”

Sasha played with the end of one of his locs, rolling it around her fingers. Evan exhaled and gave her a gentle smile before planting a kiss to her forehead.

“All good, baby girl. No worries. So, that means there will definitely be a next time?”

Sasha nodded her head, “Definitely.”

Evan groaned and it caused Sasha to laugh.

“You promise?” Evan said with the cutest pout.

“I promise.”

Evan kissed Sasha on her hand before backing away towards the elevator, still watching her from her doorway, uncaring if he knocked into something or someone in that hall. Sasha noticed a bulge in his jeans and felt bad that she had to send him away. She had to tell herself that it’s all good. Next time, Evan can have ALL OF HER.

When he finally left, Sasha closed and locked her door. She pressed her back against the door and took some time to gather the courage to confront the bogeyman. Thanks to him, her kitty will be without dick again. No, a vibrating dildo didn’t count. A real dick. Sasha folded her arms and on her way to her room she made a stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water since she was tipsy. Sasha left her flowers on the counter in her kitchen and made that eerie walk towards her darkened bedroom, preparing herself for another encounter with her bogeyman.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

Sasha kicked off her heeled mules and sat her purse down on her dresser. She knew that it hated too much light, so she only kept the light on in the hallway. Sasha stood there, heart beating so fast, waiting for the monster to show himself. The sound of heavy breathing ghosted over her like chilly air and she shivered. She could hear his claws scratching at her bed, the sound growing louder the more he surfaced. What she hadn’t noticed until now, was smoking billowing from beneath the bed.

Sasha was stunned when the monster finally stood at its terrifying height, almost making her fall to her knees. She should be scared right now. Similar to last night, he’s cold-blooded, shadowed, and his body hovered over hers. His hand quickly moved up, a long, inhuman finger with the sharpest, blackest claw pressing against her glossy lips for her to keep quiet and not to scream. His dark eyes scanned her face intensely before staring deeply into her eyes once more. His finger on her mouth kept her quiet.

If it were anyone else, they would have run for the hills. The reason she didn’t, despite her situation, was because she knew who the bogeyman was before he’d turned into a monster. Her friend, Erik, was once so kind and loving. Maybe, if she believed again, she could help him. A strong manly smell wafted from him and it wasn’t unpleasant. Suddenly, he leaned down, his lips nearing her ear. Sasha began to shiver in anticipation when feeling his short breaths fan her neck. Her hand instinctively reached up to grab his shoulder, but was instantly stopped by his cold, gruff hand gripping her wrist and pushing it back down. The finger against her mouth slid down her cheek and caused a soft whimper to escape.

He softly chuckled, and it embarrassed Sasha.

“What’s so funny?!” Sasha cried, lips trembling.

“Your attempt at being unaffected by my presence. I know better than you know just how much I turn you on, Sasha.”

“Please,” Sasha said with a weak voice and a roll of her eyes.

He backed off to show her his whole stature. Yes, he does have a male body. Sasha scanned his entire body from head to toe, his body very toned with a muscular build. It’s true when they say sex appeal can change your mind instantly. Sasha was near drooling after eyeing him up and down for a good minute. Too bad those torn up pants covered his lower half.

“Point proven,” He chuckled, his voice still very frighteningly deep and feral.

Sasha held her breath when the bogeyman walked around her, leaning over her bare shoulder, taking one claw to lift her necklace.

“Isn’t this the gift that your grandmother gave you before she passed?” He asked with a low, guttural sound.

“It is…you said you wanted to make amends…what does that mean?”

The monster made his way back around to face her.

“It means that I want things to be what they used to be. I want to be your friend…your lover…”

“You were never my lover.”

The bogeyman growled.

“I know…you let some inexperienced boy take your innocence. Then, he broke your heart and you cried for days after that in your bed. I wanted to kill him.”

Sasha closed her eyes. She wanted to forget that piece of shit.

“That could have been me,” He said.

Sasha rolled her eyes with frustration and confusion, “How could it? You don’t truly exist. And what would you know about pleasing me?”

Sasha attempted to walk away but the bogeyman gripped her by the elbow. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What you fail to realize, Sasha, is that I’m a part of your imagination. Whatever you want, I can do. And you willingly opened your legs for me last night. Do you need a reminder?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when his sharp claw cut her top and skirt in half. The fabric fell to the floor in shreds and Sasha was just standing there in a black, lace, push-up bra with matching panties.

“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?!” She exclaimed.

“I did what you truly wanted me to do, Sasha. And you smell like him…like Evan.”

Sasha’s bottom lip trembled. She was sweating profusely. Sasha flinched when his cold finger caressed her chin tenderly.

“Did you have sex with him, Sasha?”

“No!” She yelled, “I only kissed him. That’s it!”

Even the knowledge of her kissing him angered him.

“Good thing he didn’t come in. I would have clawed a hole in his chest.”

“But you didn’t kill my ex…why?”

The bogeyman gave her a sharp glare, his black eyes searing right through her. Sasha’s heart stammered as he moved in on her closer. Desire swirled around her, deep into her core as he finally placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up to straddle him. Memories of last night were scalding in her mind, flashing across her body like a furnace set in flames.

“Were you thinking about Erik when you were with your ex? Remember, I am a part of your imagination. That part of you is what’s keeping me around, Sasha. I’ve always been here, just weaker…unable to act.”

The bogeyman placed Sasha on the bed, his body over hers. She stayed very still, nervously waiting to see what he would do next.

“You wanted to have sex with him, didn’t you Sasha?”

Sasha remained silent. But the answer was written all over her face.

“It’s been too long for you, Sasha,” his claw lightly dragged between her breasts and down the length of her body, “I can give you pleasure, Sasha. I can smell your scent…I can still taste you on my tongue.”

That tongue he was referring to poked out at her and it was as long as Venom’s if not close. She gasped at how wet and slimy it looked. His tongue disappeared and he smirked devilishly. There was a small part of her that told her not to do it, not to give into this monster's request. But, Sasha couldn’t ignore how aroused he made her feel. She wanted him to eat her pussy and possibly fuck her brains out.

When everything felt overwhelming, Sasha pounced, kissing him. He seized her, aggression in his actions before meeting her with a hot-blooded kiss. Heat burst inside her as she grabbed him, her hands roaming his ripped body, feeling every inch of his throbbing muscles. Sasha wrapped her legs around the boogeyman's waist and practically melted underneath the kiss that seemed to go on forever. It was a rough, penetrating kiss that was going to leave her lips bruised.

Sasha moaned when his long tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her. Her eyes went wide when she felt the tip of his snake-like tongue at the back of her throat. His teeth pricked her bottom lip and now Sasha could taste blood. She needed him to soothe the heat growing between her legs. Goosebumps crawled around her body, forcing the tiny hair to stand straight as the monster pressed her down, against her own bed. His giant hand stiffened around her jaw as he brushed his lips over hers. Her skin prickled, and his touch became unbearable.

Sasha pulled away for a second to catch her breath but he grabbed her face and slid his tongue back inside of her mouth, meeting with hers and tasting the sweet martini she had an hour ago. She was lost and all she could think about was how monster dick would feel inside of her. Sasha saw hunger in his eyes when he pulled away, and removed her bra with one rough stroke. She didn’t bother covering up. He wanted to see, she would let him. Her breasts, the size of honeydew melons with pretty brown nipples, stared back at him.

“I’m pleased that you didn’t hide yourself from me,” he growled in her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe.

Taking hold of her hips, the bogeyman’s claws hooked into her lace panties and with a small tug they were ripped from her body. Taking hold of her legs, he dragged her back to him and hovered over her. His head went down to her left breast and that tongue of his licked all over her breast from top to bottom. A soft breath came out of her as his tongue flicked over her nipple. Her stomach dropped at that sight and her pussy clenched hard. His teeth grazed over her nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. She was afraid he’d bite down harder but he was careful not to.

Sasha gasped again when he started on her right breast, body crawling back. The bogeyman didn’t allow her to move. He grabbed her throat and kept her in place before going back to suck and lick her nipples. Sasha’s hips began rocking into his, rubbing her bare self against him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, silently begging him to go lower. He growled in response and kissed his way up towards Sasha’s neck.

The monster smiled against her neck and murmured, “Don’t worry, I’ll stick my tongue in your pussy next…only if you’ll be a good girl for me, Sasha.”

“Yes!” She shouted, “I’ll be a good girl. Just please, bogeyman, do what you did to me last night…and finish this time.”

He lifted one leg over his shoulder and knelt down, “I’ll finish…but you have to take everything I give you, Sasha.”

Just fucking eat this pussy already.

He drove his slimy, long tongue inside of her wetness and thrashed it back and forth, sending waves of coaxing pleasure down her thighs. The scent of her arousal was thick and he could sniff it out. Sasha held her breath as his tongue twisted inside of her like a tentacle. She clenched tightly around his appendage repeatedly, walls convulsing out of control. She squirmed and grew wet at the feel of his tongue teasing and exploring every crevice down there. He grasped at her hips, lifting them off the bed as he buried his face deeply into her pussy. She ran her fingers through the ragged hair he had on his head, pushing his mouth against her pussy more. He licked and suckled away at her until she was putty in his hands.

“Fuuuck!!!” Sasha couldn’t find another way to express how good it felt.

The monster growled and grunted deeply in response.

He gently pressed the flesh of her labia between his lips, pulling gently, running his tongue back and forth across the tender surface. The monster pushed her thighs up and out with force, her hips lifting from the bed slightly, thrusting his tongue deeply into her, more deeply than she would have thought possible, exploring and tasting, unleashing sensations previously only dreamed about. He slowly extracted his tongue and drew it up to tease her clit. That beastly tongue of his loved in a languorous circle, Sasha’s breathing quickening and tiny jerks consuming her body. So much of her natural lubricant flooded his tongue.

“Fuck…oh fuck…oh shit…oh…fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Unable to resist any longer, Sasha came helplessly and sweetly into his insistent mouth. Her back arched and she gave a strangled cry and spread her legs wider, affording him a better taste of that which he had worked hard to release. She was quickly spent, he violently pushed her legs to her chest, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, engorged with blood and electric with sensation. He hungrily thrust his tongue into her slick warmth, savoring Sasha’s flavor. Her core thrilled.

“Please…please stop,” Sasha’s words landed on deaf ears, “I can’t take anymore…oh…no…please…oh god!!!!”

The sound of his growls and grunts and the obscene slurping and licking the bogeyman was doing between her legs had her nipples stiff and her cum dripping from his lips. Even the sound of his claws dragging along her sheets aroused her. She was so small and fragile and all she could do was lay there and let him continue. She couldn’t count how many times he made her cum with his tongue. Sasha couldn’t feel anything between her legs and he hadn’t fucked her yet.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Sasha….”

Her eyes lids dropped shut and she drifted off to sleep.

Sasha moaned in her sleep slightly as her head lolled to the side. She was asleep on her back with her thighs slightly parted and her pussy exposed, freshly waxed and swollen, clit peeking out, and soaked. The cool air of the room had her nipples hard. She looked delicious. The bogeyman watched her sleep for fifteen minutes, enamored with her beauty. Monster dick throbbing, he leaned forward to kiss Sasha. He was careful not to scratch her with his claws as his hand slid up her thigh.

Sasha moaned into his mouth and the insistent throbbing of his dick was killing him. Almost unbearable was the urge to touch her silky folds and bury himself up to the fucking hilt. A few more strokes to her thighs and he stopped caring that she was out cold. Unable to wait any longer, he tore what was left of his pants from his body and straddled her. Sasha was dead weight in his arms as he brought her legs to his broad shoulders, the difference in size between them intimidating. The biggest dick she’ll ever take arched towards her pussy and his swollen head twitched at her entrance.

She was too weak and too tired to fully engage him, but the way her body squirmed beneath his touch told him that she desired him even in her half sleep state. Fuck, she tasted so good. And there was something about how he could just lap at her folds, over and over again. Like she were on display just for him. He could still taste her on his tongue and now he wanted to feel her wrapped around his big, veiny dick. The bogeyman pulled Sasha’s legs up one by one and hooked them over his arms. His enormous dick head slid up and down her slit, wetting it.

Sasha’s face scrunched and her eyes opened slightly and before she could say a word a deep breath released from him before he pressed into her soft opening and her pink insides yielded to his penetration. He only had an inch inside before sliding out. Sasha was fully awake now and her thighs shook out of control. He wasn’t going to let her go and he wasn’t going to stop. The bogeyman thrust back inside two inches or so, then pulled out again. Sasha’s moans were loud and each time he went to enter her again she shivered.

“Sasha…you need to keep still for me to fit as much of this dick as I can inside of you…”

Sasha gawked at the dick in question. There was no way all of that—girth and all, would fit. The veiny ridges were threatening on its own. His balls were as big as her fist. His dick was curved upward and throbbing viciously. He was almost as thick as her wrist. If she had to guess, he had to be twelve inches long or more.

“That’s so much dick…it’s so big…” Sasha spoke with uncertainty.

“You will open up for me, Sasha. Just stay on your back and keep your legs open wide for me…good girl.”

The bogeyman had her by the ankles and pushed in again and again, adding another inch or so to every thrust. Soon, he had ten inches inside of her and that was enough to fill her to the hilt with monster dick. He rested his weight on his arms on either side of her as he pushed in and out, his eyes never leaving her face. Sasha’s entire body convulsed and the way she was clamping down around him felt suffocating. She couldn't form words or speak full sentences. Only sounds and uneven breaths.

“That’s it, Sasha…take me…cover my dick in your juices…you feel so good, Sasha…you’re so warm and wet for me…such a deep pussy…”

In and out, in and out, his pace would increase as he fucked her. Sasha ran her hands across his chest. In and out, he fucked her. In and out, in and out. He rotated his hips and Sasha’s mouth dropped open and her eyes crossed. Her nails scratched at his sides and the bogeyman arched his back and pushed inside her so deep. She gasped, he repeated the deep penetration several more times, going slowly inside and pulling slowly back out.

Fuck, yes,” Sasha choked out, shuddering.

The bogeyman pulled out for a second and then thrust back in so deep. Sasha felt her insides shattering along with her soul.

“Look at me, Sasha,” he said, ordering.

Sasha did her best to meet his piercing gaze. She felt lightheaded. He pumped into her faster now, listening to her breath quickening and watching her breasts bounce. His thrusts caused his hips to snap into hers sharply. At this point, Sasha was taking his dick like she’d done it before.

“Feel me…feel me in your stomach, Sasha.”

“I feel you…fuuuck, I’m about to cum!”

“Cum for me, Sasha,” He spoke with a growl.

Sasha cried out and clear liquid pushed him out of her pussy and all over his chest. He didn’t give her time to recover. He wanted to see her do that again. The bogeyman entered her with his curved dick and pulled out, a long stream following soon after. Her hips jerked on a loop and stream after stream covered him.

“And you were going to give this to Evan? When I can make you do this?”

He was back inside of her and bottomed out until she squirted on him again. He watched her body convulse as she orgasmed. No man has ever made her do that. She did it on his monster dick.

“I’m going to turn you over now, Sasha,” The bogeyman wasn’t asking. He turned Sasha around and put an arch in her back so low her ass was high in the air, “Don’t run, Sasha. Just give in to what you want and cum as many times as you want.”

Sasha wasn’t going to fight him. He sinked into her in one motion and even though she felt his dick in her chest she didn’t move. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he bottomed out so very, very deep.

“Are you filled now? Daddy are you done pushing inside of me?” Sasha asked with a panicked voice.

She felt a bulge in her belly and whimpered. More tears flooded her vision.

“Yes,” He hissed out, claws resting against her hips, “very filled.”

Sasha stretched her arms out in front of her and gripped the sheets. She smashed her face into the sheets and cried. Her tits swung from the force and her hips snapped forward as it ricocheted. The monstrous and deafening growl of the bogeyman was music to her ears. He loved her pussy.

“Oh, Fuck! Oooooohhhh!!!!!!”

Sasha cried out, up on her hands now, biting her lip, taking his dick. He could feel her pussy throbbing around him, pulsing with her fourth big orgasm of the night. He tried to undulate his hips so that he was still stimulating Sasha but she pushed at his abs. He grabbed her by both of her arms and pounded into her pussy for trying to stop him.

“I told you to be a good girl for me, Sasha!” He roared.

“UHHHH!!!!” She cried.

Her breath came out harsh.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it anymore? Too bad…You’re going to take this dick until I fill you with my cum.”

“Please! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!”

He withdrew his hips and Sasha fell to the bed in a heap.

“We’re not finished, Sasha, until I get mine,” He reminded her.

Sasha turned onto her back, body aching all over. The bogeyman pressed forward, picking her up with his arms hooked under her knees, lifting Sasha into the air. He tilted his hips and brought her down and around his dick in one motion. Sasha grabbed him by the neck and he laughed at her attempt at choking him. He bounced her in the air, dick filling her up so much. He had her folded in half, legs over his shoulders and his hands cupping her butt.

“Mmm…mmm…mmmm…” He moaned.

Sasha could do nothing but allow her body to sink down on his dick. She was like a rag doll. He rocked her body back and forth, controlling her motions. Despite how exhausted she was, that angle made her feel the length of his curve stroke her g-spot. Heat crept up her body and she seized, her cum coating his dick.

“Th–this feels so good,” She said, moaning when his tip hit an angle inside of her.

“Good…that’s what I want…I want you to feel good, Sasha…now, I’m going to go faster…I need you to cum for me one more time…I’m so close…”

On the edge of the bed now, he instructed her to hold her pussy open as he thrust his hips to fit as much dick inside of her. Her mouth finds him and they kiss, his tongue causing her to gag. Carefully, he reached up to wrap his hand around her neck. He didn’t apply too much pressure, which was the proper way of choking her. The bogeyman fucked her hard, his forehead resting against hers, his powerful hips moving at a pace Sasha couldn’t keep up with.

“I’m gonna cum!!!! Fuck me with that big dick!!!! Uuuhhhhh!!!!!!”

Sasha gave a weak cry.

“Oh…oh, Sasha…this good pussy…here it comes…keep that pussy open…Good girl…good girl!!!!”

“I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!”

The words left her mouth so fast.

“I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!”

His hot jizz painted her walls. It was a lot, so much that when he slipped from inside her, more hot spurts painted her pussy lips. Sasha played with his cum with lazy strokes, eyes closed and body utterly spent.

“That…that was…that was…so good.”

The bogeyman stared at her with shock and what he felt was a complete transformation. Right before her, his appearance changed with a glow, all going unnoticed by Sasha once again put to bed by the monster beneath her bed.

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You looked down at Katsuki who was sitting in a chair, slumped over in his sleep. His hand was holding onto yours as tight as he could while unconscious. He could’ve held it any way and instead he chose to lace his fingers through yours, and his other hand covering both hands overall. His thumb was covering your own as if your fingers needed protection from anything.

Even though it’s been a rollercoaster of a couple months, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the way he was softly snoring. And immediately feeling stupid at how you could still feel butterflies for him after all this time.

Gently, you tried to take his hands from yours without waking him up, but alas he immediately stirred and sat up. The moment his drowsiness went away, his eyes widened before standing up, not noting how he was still holding your hands.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay? How long have you been up?” he bombarded you, his eyes darted around to see if anything was amiss.

“I’m fine. My shoulder hurts like a bitch but it’ll heal. Are you okay?” you replied, looking at him over to see if he opened up any wounds from the gauntlet incident.

“Last I remember you jumped in front of the spikes and then I passed out, what happened?” you continued, trying to further sit up without straining the shoulder that got injured.

“Aizawa-sensei got there in time, I’m okay…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you.

“And Fumi?”

“She’s in jail now, she won’t hurt you or anyone anymore.”

And the two of you were silent for a while, not knowing what else to say. The tension was incredibly thick and you feared that if you moved even a centimeter the floor would open up and swallow you whole, hospital bed and all.

“(Y/n), I think we’re due for a talk…” he finally spoke, having sat back down in the chair but that did nothing to alleviate both of your nervousness. Although you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach, you also couldn’t help the scoff that left your throat. A feeling of irritation crawled up your spine at his statement and you turned towards the window to prevent getting even more upset.

“You wanna talk? Now? Now that I’m here and injured by her? The girl you were so sure can do nothing wrong ever? Now that she proved you wrong you want me to hear you out, are you kidding me Katsuki?” the way your voice wavered while asking him those rhetorical questions, you had to grip the blanket tight in order to maintain whatever strength you had left.

“I know I don’t deserve it. There are a lot, and I mean a lot, of things I don’t deserve. Number one on that list is you. You could beat me with a bat until I’m black and blue and I would accept it because it’s nothing compared to what I put you through. And I hate that your kindness is the thing stopping you from doing that. But (Y/n), please…” he choked before clearing his throat, “Please let me apologize.” he finished and though you couldn’t see it, his head was bowed down, tears threatening to break the surface.

You could feel his hands getting warmer due to his emotions, and even though it would seem like a bad thing, you felt safe, and you hate it. You hate that you couldn’t control the sigh of defeat that left you, hate that your shoulders dropped, hate that your walls opened a crack to hear what he has to say.

“Start talking before I regret it.” was all that came out. It was enough for Katsuki to let out a breath of relief before his hands held yours tighter than before.

“I’m so, so sorry, (Y/n). It’s long overdue but I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to treat you the way that I did, and you have every right to be pissed off at me now and forever if you must. I’m sorry for taking you for granted for so long, you were one of the people who stuck by me through my horrible personality and I cannot be more blessed to know someone like you. I’m sorry for not believing you and taking Fumi’s side, and that I put you in harm’s way through her. I’m so sorry that your paths crossed with mine and that I put you through so much pain before I realized how much I hurt you.” he breathed out, his forehead resting on your held hands and he let his tears fall. His heart was clenching on itself with regret.

How could he let anything hurt you? Why wouldn’t he see how much damage he was doing? How could he hurt you? The guilt was eating him alive but he knew he had more to say.

“Also, I’m so sorry for everything I said about you not having a quirk. It was the worst imaginable thing that I said and I absolutely deserved Izuku going off on me. But you should know, you’re so brilliant, with or without a quirk. I’m so grateful that I attended a school where you are part of our gear development.”

“I know it’s going to take a while to gain back your trust, and I know I don’t deserve a crumb of it, but I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn it back. Please allow me to prove how much you mean to me…” he let out a final breath before looking up at you. Your eyes were staring back at him. His heart was racing from not knowing what you were thinking, your eyes bore into his with such intensity and uncertainty that he fully expected to be shut down right then and there. He steeled himself, waiting for you to tell him to get the hell out and never speak to you again. But it never came.

“You better do a good fucking job, Katsuki.”

It was the first time he heard you swear and he really shouldn’t have felt so relieved that you decided to give him another chance. That was all he needed to leap up and envelope you in a hug, careful not to put pressure on your injury. His heart was soaring, thumping so loudly against his chest he thought he would pass out. During the moments when he got up to hug you, all the possibilities ran through his head at how he’ll show you that you mean everything to him, he was going to hold this last chance to his heart and never let go. He was going to prove to you how much you mean to him. He was so excited at this last chance that he didn’t note the way you hesitated to hug him back.

Because he didn’t need to know.

He didn’t need to know about the overseas internship.

He didn’t need to know that you already made up your mind about leaving.

He didn’t need to know that this is the last month he has left with you.

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If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 9

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!!

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Sleep? What is that? Y/N wasn’t even sure anymore. Mostly because every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Beau’s way to the adorable, kicked puppy face he’d been making ever since she showed up at the hospital to collect him. When she opened them, well, son of a bitch if he wasn’t just beyond the threshold of the door of her bedroom, lying on the couch. It did no good to close the door either, because she knew that he was still there, just beyond the door. Long, seven-hour sleep battle story later, well, let’s just say she didn’t sleep and stop being dramatic about it.

Beau, if he was awake, he didn’t move around much or sit up at all during the night while she had the door open, so she assumed that he’d slept just fine, which pissed her off even more if she was being honest. Because she was grumpy when she didn’t get any sleep, and the fact that she was already pretty pissed at the handsome Alpha did not help her mood at all, even after she’d gotten out of bed for the hundredth time that night at two in the morning, and slammed to door shut so that she wouldn't’ have to see him lying there anymore.

The shower she’d taken had done little to relieve the tense feeling in her chest either that morning before she dressed herself to get ready for work. Not that Tonya and Donno required a uniform or anything, still, she liked to at least show up for work looking presentable. Which usually meant a morning shower to help wake herself up, and then a light coating of makeup and at least fixing her hair somewhat for the day. But today, her mind was too stuck on the Alpha laying on her couch with the blanket wrapped up to his throat, which sent her anxiety through the ceiling, which made her not really care so much about what she looked like today, and in a continual, spiraling effect, caused her to forgo the makeup, and just throw her hair into a messy bun.

She knew that really, she probably shouldn’t even go to work today, but going to work was a better option than being stuck in the house with an Alpha that offered her a Plan B pill at the thought of having his pups, so there’s that.

Y/N took one last, disgusted look, at her reflection, shaking her head at the state of herself, but not in the mood to do anything about it, and ripped the bathroom door open to go and find whatever she did with her comfortable shoes for work.

Normally, Y/N would just eat breakfast at the diner, because Donno usually cooked enough to feed an army in the morning, and Tonya and herself ate for free, but as she placed her empty coffee mug in the sink, the Omega in her whined loudly at the injured Alpha that was still laying on the couch, wrapped up in his throw blanket that was to small for him, and made his soak clad feet stick out.

He really was a pathetic sight if she did say so herself, and honestly, as angry and as hurt as she was by him, she couldn’t continuously leave the house without at least checking on the man to make sure he didn’t need anything before she left, even though the more human side of her was content to let him lay there miserable as she was and starve. She could be petty apparently, and that’s something she hadn’t realized about herself.

With a deep, annoyed sigh, Y/N made her way over to where Beau was laying, carefully sniffing the air as she approached to make sure that he wasn’t in rut, because she could see the sweat causing his soft hair to stick to his forehead slightly, but she didn’t scent any rut in his warm, coffee, pine, and sandalwood scent. The very scent she hated to admit still made her shiver slightly, but she’d deal with that later.

Concern creased her forehead as she knelt down in front of him, placing the back of her hand against his clammy skin to discover he did indeed have a fever.

Beau grunted, but never opened his eyes as he shifted slightly on the sofa, turning his head away from her to face the back of the couch. Of course he would be off put by her touch, how stupid of her to think that he’d actually WANT her to take care of him. It wasn't like after their confrontation yesterday when they got there they’d had a giant, love filled, conversation with forgiveness, and heartfelt shit. Honestly, neither had said two damn words to one another again. She stayed locked in her room with a book, doing her best to ignore him, and he laid himself down on the couch with the phone, ignoring her.

She quite honestly didn’t know what to do. He had a fever, but he didn’t smell like rut, so he wasn’t IN rut. He really didn’t want her to be his mate, he was just stuck there. He’d said he was going to try to contact his ex-wife, and as much as that fucking hurt, it was probably for the best, but here he was, and she hadn’t come to collect him. The fever could mean that he was about to go into a very bad rut, and then what?

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and leave him there to go to work when Beau jumped slightly, his eyes shooting open, and looking around widely until he registered where he was. She hurried back in surprise, and watched in silence as he grimaced and shivered before laying back down on the couch where he’d been.

“You scared me,” he admitted, but said nothing as he sank deeper into his small throw blanket, shivering like he had a chill. He didn’t even bother reopening his eyes again.

She stood there, eyes glued to him, jaw set tight, and in such inner turmoil that there were no real words to even describe what she was feeling. On one hand, the petty, mean side of her wanted to jerk the blank off of him, and throw it across the room before she left to go to work, just to make him have to get up and collect it, but the Omega inside of her was worried about him, and wouldn’t let her move one way or another. So she just stood there in a weird state of, help him, or leave him there.

“I’ve got to go to work,” she announced after a while, and Beau cracked an eye at, laying there looking much like a wounded, disheveled lion that was NOT in the mood for anyone’s shit. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any food or anything before I left.”

“‘M not hungry,” he murmured, “don’t feel all that great, just wanna sleep.”

He shivered harder, and Y/N instinctively knelt beside him again, causing his eyes to shoot open, but this time he didn’t flinch away when she reached to touch his forehead again, he felt even hotter than he had a moment ago, and that’s when the petty side of her shut up, and the worried Omega took over; whether she like it or not.

“You’re burning up,” she mumbled out loud. “Do you feel like you’re going into rut?”

Beau furrowed his brows in concentration for a moment, clearly trying to make his fever soaked brain register with the rest of his body.

“No, no I don’t think I am, it doesn’t feel like it anyway,” he answered after a moment before grabbing the back of the couch with his good arm, and forcing himself to sit up, and Y/N backed up immediately to give the Alpha his space. If he wasn’t going into rut, that means something isn’t right. It sent her anxiety through the roof in a way she didn’t expect. She couldn’t understand why the hell she cared so fucking much?! It wasn’t like this changed the fact that he didn’t want her.

“Fuck my head is killing me,” he admitted, reaching up to press the heal of his palm against his temple.

“Well you’ve got to be running a fever for a reason, are you sure you’re not going into ru–”

“I’M FUCKING SURE I’M NOT IN RUT GODDAMMIT!” He suddenly yelled at her, and she jumped almost the length of the living room at his unexpected irruption. She had never heard the full use of his Alpha voice before, and it was terrifying. Tears immediately started to sting at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

“I’m sorry,” he corrected quickly, clearly surprised in his own outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I really didn’t. It just came out. My head and shoulder are killing me, and I know that’s not an excuse at all, but it just… I’m sorry, it really did come from nowhere. I promise I’m not in rut, and I don’t feel like I’m going into it either. I just feel like utter shit.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, debating. The Omega inside of her still wanted to help the Alpha, even if he was rude and snappy. She wanted to just leave him there if he was going to act like that. This was her house and her rules after all. Still, she knew that if she left and for some reason, something happened to him, and she left knowing he was feeling bad when she’d left him, she knew that the guilt would eat her alive. Fuck her life honestly.

“Well, it’s not your rut, then let me look at your shoulder, then see about getting something in your system to get the fever down,” she offered, taking a test step closer to him.

“I thought you had to go to work,” he said, and she stilled in her steps. “You don’t have to take care of me Y/N, I know you really don’t want to take care of me anyway. I can get my own meds.”

“Would you stop being stubborn and just let me look under those bandages,” she stated flatly, refusing to back down. She wasn’t going to let him guilt her, or scar her. Not this time.

Beau sighed and shook his head as he looked down at his lap. “Whatever you think you need to do, darlin.”

Y/N’s nostrils flared, and anger boiled in her system. She was just trying to help the stubborn Alpha, and she felt like he could care less! It was insulting and annoying all at the same time. Still, she didn’t want the sheriff to die on her couch, and then the Alpha he worked with breathing down her neck along with his daughter. So she moved over to him, and started to take the sling from his shoulder, which caused him to yelp in pain and grab her waist with his good arm.

She froze at his touch, memories that shouldn’t be flooding her mind swarmed in front of her and she had to bat them away quickly.

“Have you taken any of your pain meds during the night?” she questioned as she slowed her movements to not jostle him more than she needed too as she worked to slowly remove the bandages.

“Yeah, every six hours, but it stopped working so well at about four this morning,” he admitted through gritted teeth as she slowly pulled the last of the bandages away, revealing the angry, red wound where the bullet had entered his shoulder.

“Maybe we should take you to get this looked at again,” she admitted. “I think it looks infected.”

“Fuck me,” he growled throwing his head back against the couch as his phone chimed loudly next to the pair of them, and he reached for it without thinking, causing Y/N to back away from him. It was almost as if he didn’t care how close she was, or that she was trying to help him, he did what he felt like doing, even though it was rude and mean and it just made her that much more irritated with him.

“It’s my daughter,” he revealed. “She’s worried about me. Carla told me last night that I couldn’t stay with her, that she would not have an Alpha that was close to his rut around her daughter. Nevermind the fact that it’s my own goddamn kid and I’d never hurt a hair on her head.”

Y/N tried to swallow down the emotions that arose in her at his little revelation, but she wasn’t able to hide it off of her face apparently, because Beau cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, his emerald orbs staring at her, almost searching.

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me, I really did try to leave with her, but she wouldn’t have me. This was never my intention. If I would have just listened to Jenny and not walked up to that fucking truck I would have not gotten shot, and you could have moved on with your life, and not been stuck with me here.”

“What were your intentions then Beau?” Y/N questioned as she stood up after helping him back into his sling. He was shivering so hard his teeth were practically rattling in his skull, but Y/N didn’t much care at the moment, because honestly, the fact that he actually called his ex-wife to try and get her to come and save him from her, that fucking hurt bad. “Were your intentions to just use me, and then send me on my way? Didn’t like what you saw once I really got in there with you? Hmmm? Maybe you just wanted a rut bunny, and one just happened to be stupid enough to show up at your door? That it?”

The questions tumbled out of her in haste of heated anger, and all Beau could do was sit there, his arm in a sling, sweat dampened hair, hollow looking gaze, and mouth slightly open as he tried to process what she’d just said to him.

“I… No, I never meant to—”

“You know what Beau, it doesn’t matter, it's done, and you’re here, whether you want to be or whether I want you to be or not. So get some fucking clothes on, and we will go see why that fucking wound is infected.”

Y/N stood harshly, marching towards the kitchen. Not that she was hungry at all, she just wanted to get some distance between them. Being that close to his scent, it was hard to stay angry with him when she was that close to him, and dammit, she wanted to be mad for a while.

“I need help with a shirt—”

“Figure it out,” she shot back at him over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys off the key ring. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

If she lived through this, really lived through it, this would be the last time she ever helped an Alpha with anything. Trust was something in her that he’d absolutely broken and stepped on. So was the notion that love existed at all, because if she ever loved anyone, she stupidly though it would have been Beau.

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