#like words. i will peel my own skin off if u call me smart one more time. lol i was so mad. i argued with him like the whole time. also he

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#weird day. really weird day #i couldnt sleep v well bc my brain was fucked up and i was prob dehydrated so im like extremely out of focus #i did go to the health and wellness center and am now back in therapy which is why my day was so fucking wild. like im too tired so im not #opperating correctly but it was real weird. like last time i got assessed by someone who basically sorted me to a therapist according to my #problems. this time i just kinda stumbled into a 1st session with someone and i dont kno how to feel abt how it went. it was odd #like we didnt go thru like an entire thing of like what r all ur problems? it was more i started talking abt things and he got stuck on #some specific things i said and we talked abt that. which im of 2 minds abt bc he did instantly latch onto the root of some of my issues #which is that i feel fucking dumb all the time bc my brain works a little different but it also wasnt helpful bc like theres a stereotypic #verson of my experience and then theres what i actually went thru and those things dont align in the way he was talking abt it. like i #think were were just talking past eachother a bit. like he wasn't exactly wrong but i do feel a bit like i walked in with an open wound and #and he decided the best course of action was to pat me on the head and tell me im v smart so i walked out still bleeding. but i dont think #its was all bad bc it got under my skin so much. i react like a cat thrown in a bath if u try to call me smart. like fuck off. yes ok im #smart. i have a certified document saying that i have above average intelligence. big fucking whoop. im too fucking dyslexic to do anything #right and my brain is constantly trying to strangle me to death. he called me a gifted kid. fuck u i was too fucking dyslexic to b a gifted #kid. stop talking abt the positive aspects of the compulsive way i live my life when its literally strangling me to death and i want it to #stop. acknowledge my pain old man. also i hate thst therapists hate the word weird. its not a bad word i like that word. i disagree #fundamental with the assertion that its bad. also he pointed out that i talk like a freak. like a person with high intelligence. fuck u i #like words. i will peel my own skin off if u call me smart one more time. lol i was so mad. i argued with him like the whole time. also he #mentioned horoscopes which was weird but whatever. we'll see how the next one goes. i told him to his face i i didnt kno if what we talked #abt was helpful. possibly the rudest ive ever been to a stranger lol. well see how the next session goes. at least it was interesting #god. im fucking so tired and wrung out. #unrelated

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Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

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By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

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haechan: the cocky | vol 2

━ welcome home to the housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, dirty talking, nicknames, dom!hyuck, penetration, oral (giving & receiving), slight degradation?, mentions of exhibitionist kink? ☆ WC: 3.6k  ☆ SYNOPSIS: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine. 

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: read vol 1 here if u havent already :) theres no plot yall its just smut,, this one a filthy one ha ha skjdhfgieas

When you enter Haechan’s room, his back faces you as he sits comfortably in his expensive gaming chair, clicking furiously at his mouse and practically abusing the poor device. “Why are you so worked up?” Your voice causes him to perk up, removing an ear from his headset. 

“Mark fucking sucks at this game.” Haechan rolls his eyes as he speaks directly into his mic and Mark’s tiny muffled voice shouts back at him. 

Leaning into Haechan’s face, his eyes leave his monitor momentarily to intently watch your actions. Your fingers grab hold of the built in mic and speaking lowly, you greet the other boy through the receiver. “Hi Mark.”

Haechan raises an eyebrow at your seductive tone and the happy smirk on your face when you hear Mark stammer back a faint, “h-hello, y/n.” 

“Mark, I gotta go.” Before even letting Mark protest and throw a fit, he’s hanging up the call and forfeiting his winning streak to finally finish what you two had started. You’re laying on Haechan’s bed with eyes that eat him right up, a look of lust and desire. 

His gaze bounces between the open door and the way your thin shirt does absolutely nothing to hide how erect your nipples have become. His signature face of disbelief: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff. 

“What? Are you cold or something?” He snickers, getting up to close the door.

“No... I’m just..” Propping up on your elbows, you glance briefly down at your shirt and then, away at the ground shamelessly. 

“Aroused? Turned on?” Haechan taunts as he leans down to hover above you, his fingers toying with the ends of the thin fabric. As much as you’re trying to avoid eye contact, he doesn’t allow for you to shy away for long.

“Maybe.” You gulp the pooling spit in the back of your throat, the tension rising in the room. “I came upstairs like you told me too.” Pouting, he finally has you fixated on him with a thumb on your chin. 

Making eye contact with him is not only incredibly intimate, but there is something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Haechan looks at you. “Right, my good girl did what she was told. How much longer can she keep that up?” His whisper is hot against your skin, but he doesn’t lean in any more. 

“Don’t test me, Hyuck.” You snap back gently, crossing your arms across your chest and almost immediately, Haechan pushes you lightly onto the bed. You yelp at the boldness, knowing that your bratty side might have edged him on.

“Hyuck....? Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” He smirks, and you wish for nothing more than to wipe it off his face. He has the absolute confidence to play with you all night if he wanted to. Cocky motherfucker. 

“Do something, please.” The whine in your voice catches his attention, only fueling his ego more than it has already inflated. 

“What does my pretty baby want me to do?” Haechan has the full audacity to sit back in his chair, legs spread wide and arms resting behind his head. He’s left you on the bed practically untouched, yet the moment you sit up, a small pool of wetness rushes in your panties.

He’s done nothing, but your body reacts to him too strongly for you to admit. “I want you to give me a kiss.” You mumble.

However, Haechan leaves no room for a pause. “Speak up.” His voice is low and dark as he watches you squirm in your shorts, your legs rubbing together for some friction. He just loves how needy he can get you to be.

“Give me a kiss.” A little louder this time, all the while being mindful at how thin the walls are. Haechan patiently waits for you to finish your beg, “please.”

He pats his lap for you to come sit, then opens his arms to invite you into his embrace. Your legs fall on either side of his thighs and his hands rests on your waist. Haechan peers up at the pout that hasn’t left your face and gently smiles. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

There’s a sense of rivalry when he uses that nickname, holding less of a soft implication than when he calls you baby. “You’re taking forever.” You groan, rocking against him with a frustrated whine.

However, he holds you steady by your hips and chuckles mockingly, “it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave it to you. I’m giving you more of an experience to remember the next time you want to rub one out.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fast forwarding these parts in my brain.” Rolling your eyes, your hands find themselves lightly on his chest. He feels rather solid through his black shirt, “you’ve been bulking up?”

“Yeah. Can you tell? Johnny has been waking my ass up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because Jaehyun has class.” Haechan presses you up against his torso and you’re impressed at how sturdy he feels.

“So that’s why we have two jugs of protein powder taking up counter space. Doyoung and I were concerned at how much the other two were consuming, but I guess the portion includes you now.” Your hands wrap around his neck to pull him unbelievably closer, the tips of your noses touching now.

Haechan stares at you with hooded eyes and breath mixing with your own. “What does it taste like?” Your question seems to hold a sexual innuendo, or it could be the tension in the air as you both try your hardest from devouring each other’s lips right then and there.

“Mmh, tastes like shit. Rather taste something else instead.” Haechan licks his lips and tilts his head only slightly. His mind is clouded with lustful, heavy thoughts of feeling your plushy lips against his own. And the possible taste of your tongue lapping with his brings him much excitement as well. 

“Should I try some?” The power has slightly shifted into your hands as Haechan seems to be in a trance from your proximity and sensual drop in tone. But you’re both wrapped up in each other’s scent of shampoo and it’s enough to drive you both hungry for one another. 

“Want your lips around something else.” His thumb pulls your bottom lip down just gently before slipping it into your open mouth. Your tongue circles his finger, slowly sucking to mimic the feeling of his cock. It sends tingles down to your lower abdomen and a small moan erupts from the back of Haechan’s throat. 

Something pokes at your inner thigh and without needing to look down, you already know how turned on Haechan has gotten. He won’t be able to wait it out anymore. “So pretty.” Haechan coos as he drops his finger from your lips. “Do you still want your kiss, baby?” 

“Of course.” You lean in thinking that Haechan is going to finally give you a good smooch on the lips, but he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He’s discarding your shorts and underwear, peeling it off your legs and tossing it somewhere in a corner. 

He spreads your legs wide open, “holy fuck, you’re dripping.” And you’re so close to telling him to stop exaggerating until he gathers slick from your hole and it unleashes a small waterfall cascading onto the bed sheets. “Since when were you this easily aroused?” 

Before you can retaliate, Haechan softly kisses your clit and slowly licks a long strip up your cunt. You arch into him, his lips pressing against you just a bit harder than the first time. Eyes are locked in on yours as he flicks delicate licks at your bundle of nerves. “Good girls get the best kinds of kisses.” 

He will never be able to get enough of your taste or your legs squirming at the jolts of pleasure that run down them. The fact that stands is that Haechan inexplicably loves pleasuring women and performing cunnilingus, that’s undeniable. But there’s something very special about the way your body reacts to his smallest gestures and sensual words, so responsive and almost like, your body knows how much it wants him. 

And if you two hadn’t been so cordial and polite about living with each other in the beginning and considerate of your other housemates, he would’ve fucked you a long time ago. It always felt as if Haechan was walking on thorns around you, making sure he didn’t cross the lines of making you feel uncomfortable. 

Nonetheless, your pajama shorts do a terrible job at covering you up or the small moments when your shirt would ride up your stomach, he always found his stares to linger. And not to mention, all the moments he has walked by to catch a glimpse of you masturbating. Truthfully, he’d been masturbating to the thought of you too and only to find out that you shared the same interest in him. 

You suppress your moans with your hand, afraid to risk the chance of getting caught by your other housemates. Nevertheless, your muffled moans encourage him to lick harder, building a quick rhythm. “Hyuck, please fuck me.” 

It’s agonizing the more he edges you closer to your release. Haechan is addicted to lapping your endless flow of juices that he almost chooses to ignore your breathless plea. He lets go and the knot of pleasure in your stomach dissipates for the time being, your chest rising and falling rapidly to catch your breath.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak for a second.” Haechan doesn’t mean it as a joking statement, it’s meant to instill slight humiliation in you and with a bit of a teasing tone in his darkness.

You don’t take his words to heart, “I can speak and I know what I want.” Your voice is brighter than before, until Haechan’s grin turns mischievous and he’s plotting his next few words carefully. 

“Use your smart words and tell me what you want then.” Taking off his clothes, his shaft slaps against his stomach with an angry red tip leaking precum.

The sight of his dick has you clenching around nothing and it’s obvious where your focus has shifted to. You mindlessly take off your shirt, “for a computer science major, you sure like words a lot.” 

“For someone who’s ruining my sheets, you sure like to verbally under compensate how much you want me.” Haechan rubs his tip at your entrance to gather lubrication, a small whine escapes his lips as he’s trying his best to hold back from ramming into your wet cunt.

“Hyuck, please. I want you to fuck me speechless.” A sparkle catches in his eye as he’s gleaming at how the dirty words spill from your pretty mouth. Pulling you up, he holds your head steady and lightly taps your lips with his tip.

“Speechless? I guess you won’t be able to whine with my dick in your mouth.” And slowly, you invite his hot shaft into your warmth and the saltiness hits your palette. A long string of profanities fill the air when you lick the underside of his tip and hollow your cheeks to suck more of him.

“Do you think you can take the whole thing?” He moans and it shocks you how raspy his voice suddenly got. His hand is rests on the back of your head lightly, patting and smoothing your hair lovingly. If it isn’t for that lost lustful look in his eyes that represent an innocent curiosity, you wouldn’t have awarded his request. 

Opening your throat, he slowly guides you further down his length. Haechan’s reactions are ungodly satisfying as he throws his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip in your hair. 

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, I’m done messing around.” He manages to chuckle playfully, pulling you off his dick as a string of saliva draws from the disconnect. Pulling you by your hair, he tilts your head upward at him and he leans down to kiss you: open mouth, tongues lapping, spit mixing.

The kiss ignites a flame in your chest being that it’s probably one of the hottest kisses you’ve ever experienced. Haechan’s dominance is caring, yet strong enough to remind you just how rough he has the ability to be. 

“Lay on your side.” You do as you’re told as Haechan unravels a condom to slip on. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in your core, you’re finally getting fucked. It’s not the first time you and Haechan have done penetration, but it’s definitely not enough times to satisfy your lust for him.

With your body facing the door, Haechan lays down behind you, a hand on your hip to press your ass against his shaft. “How cute. We’re spooning.” He taunts menacingly and reaching around to rub your swollen clit. 

You yelp and Haechan covers your mouth instantly. You’re a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers work magic stimulation down below. Every squirm has you bumping your ass up into his hard on. 

Just as his tip enters your wet hole, a knock on the door has you both halting your movements. Your heart is racing at the interruption and it’s not going to look too good with Haechan’s dick barely up your cunt and hand hovering over your clit. There will be no lie that can get you two out of this naked situation.

“Haechan, can I borrow your speaker?” It’s the voice of Jaemin. Of all the times that he actually comes home, you’re midway having sex with Haechan. 

It doesn’t seem to bother Haechan though, maybe a bit agitated that someone interrupted the tension, but overall he doesn’t seem phased. Then, you remember all the times you’ve knocked on the other boys’ doors during their hookups and it’s gotten to the point that no one really cares. “For what!?” 

“To use in the shower.” A jiggle on the doorknob panics you, but Haechan is lifting your leg in the air and enters you fully without a warning. You bite back a moan as Haechan buries his face into your neck. The initial stretch from his girth stings with pleasure and you relax into him when you adjust to his size. “Why is your door locked?” 

“Fuck, is this making you more wet?” Haechan whispers lowly into your ear and a smile grows against your skin.

“Shut up.” You mumble, clenching around him every time Jaemin tries to open the door. He starts moving his hips into you, long thrust that jolt your body every time he enters. 

Haechan laughs, “it’s in the bathroom already, leave me alone! I’m with someone.” He’s looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you have on the sheets. You feel all of him, his cock fills you up to the brim, grazing upon your sweet spot. 

Jaemin scoffs on the other side, “okay. Use protection, kids.” And his shadow disappears from under the door. Haechan removes his hand and his hot moans fill your ears.

“No wonder why you leave the door fucking open. You want us to see you, don’t you?” His hips ram harder into your pussy, rougher and faster than before. The soreness begins to occupy your lower regions from how much Haechan stretches you. His dirty words aid you closer to your release. “Imagine if I didn’t lock the door and Jaemin saw me balls deep in you. You’d like that, huh? What a slut.” 

Your legs feel like jelly as a familiar exhilaration surges through your limbs. “Speechless now, aren’t you?” Haechan smirks and drops your leg. Hands hold you by your waist as he bottoms out, his balls slapping your thigh slightly. Once he’s nestled in deep, he starts rubbing circles on your clit once again and you’re squeezing around him so well that he doesn’t need to move. 

The added sensation brings you to your edge, along with the feeling of fullness. Without a fail, he always makes sure he takes care of you first. “I’m gon-- cum.” Words are jumbled in your scattered, empty brain. The release is on the tip of your tongue, the tips of your toes, Haechan’s rhythm on your bud doesn’t falter.

“Cum on my dick, baby. I want to feel you lose control.” His final encouragement leads you to your demise as your pussy clenches around him sporadically and your legs shaking from the pleasure. But it doesn’t stop, Haechan starts fucking you through your orgasm, so fast that it almost has you crying out of the intensity. His nails dig into your skin. 

“Oh-- shit! Hyuck, I--” Haechan slams your hips down to match his and you’re holding onto the sheets for your life. The toe curling pleasure overwhelms you and you can’t tell, but you’re cumming again. It just never seems to stop.

With a last grunt and full thrust, you feel his dick pumping inside your walls. He kisses your shoulder tenderly and smooths over the moon crescents he left, “shit. I’m sorry for calling you out like that.”

“It’s fine. It was hot.” He pulls out and an emptiness disappoints you. Turning around to face him, you latch on and give him the biggest hug. “But I really just am forgetful! I don’t leave it open on purpose....”

“Baby, you say that, but do you also forget that you live with five other horny men?” He kisses your temples and sits you both up.

“That’s why I do it when you guys aren’t home.” Getting up, you start putting on Haechan’s shirt and slipping on your panties. “Do you think Jaem is done showering?”

“Probably, that guy uses 2 in 1 shampoo and body wash so he just lathers and rinses.” Haechan ties the condom and tosses it into the trash can. He slips on a pair of fresh briefs and starts removing his soiled bed sheets. “Come back and help me make my bed when you’re done.” 

Nodding, you slyly walk out of Haechan’s room. You turn the knob as quietly as you can and shut the door softly. When you spin around, Jaemin walks down the hall with a towel around his naked shoulders and his black hair wet from his shower. His toned body is glistening with droplets as his sweatpants hang low on his hips and the waistband of his underwear peek out. 

You’re so distracted by his appearance that you don’t realize he’s caught you leaving Haechan’s room. “Is that Haechan’s shirt?” He quizzes you, a smirk twitching his lips automatically at your doe eyed expression. “And are you not wearing pants, y/n?” 

“I see you’re done with your shower.” You say quickly and you dash away to the bathroom. The moment you shut the door, you’re surprised by a random girl on the toilet.

“Sorry!” You both yell, covering your eyes at the sudden intrusion on both ends. 

“I didn’t realize there wasn’t a lock on the door.” She says and you turn to face the door to give her some privacy.

“Yeah, it’s been broken for awhile now. We usually just put a sticky note on the door to show that it’s preoccupied.” You don’t even question who she is, denoting that it’s either Jaehyun or Johnny’s lady friend. “I’ll just wait outside.” 

“Wait, do you live with Johnny?” She asks and truthfully, you’re not ready to go back outside in any chance that you’ll bump into Jaemin again. The bathroom is where you intended to hide until enough time is passed, while also doing your business. 

“Yeah. We’re housemates.” 

“Ah, that’s comforting to know that there’s another girl here. I thought it was just a house of guys, so I was a bit worried coming over.” Her voice sounds reassured and you’re exhaling out all the anxious air you had pent up since seeing Jaemin.

“That’s good. Men, am I right?” You try laughing to lighten the mood and surprisingly through the steamy suffocation, she giggles back. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen so many bottles of AXE body spray in one bathroom.” Living in a house full of men, you realize you slightly miss the bathroom talks with your girl friends. 

“Look in the tub, there are four bottles of men body wash, yet they always use mine! It’s a hoax.” You announce excitedly, despite still facing the door.

“I have the same one! I fucking knew Johnny smelled like white strawberries and mint, but I couldn’t tell if the scent was from me or him.” 

Maybe sometimes, it isn’t so bad living with a group of attractive men. You get to laugh with their hookups in the bathroom! And before you know it, Johnny is knocking on the bathroom door to the fit of giggles and questioning why there are two voices. 

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.” He says.

“Damn, the sex was that bad.” You joke and Johnny fakes a laugh through the door.

“Let me know if Haechan is any better, y/n.” You gasp at his statement, but don’t respond. The flushing of the toilet and the sink running being the only noises in the room. You’re stunned. Knowing Jaemin’s big mouth, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“It’s nice meeting you, y/n.” Johnny’s hookup gives you a warming hug before leaving and when she opens the door to join him, you give Johnny the middle finger as your form of response. 

“Nice meeting you too!” You yell back to her and shut the door to finally do your business. 

Great, now everyone knows you fucked your housemate. 

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and A lay B down to nurse their wounds......? 😫🥺🥰

eri my beloved tysm for the request and sending a prompt 🥺💖 ilysm and hope u enjoy some Soft royai!!!

this kind of ended up being a blend of two prompts? this one and feeling cared for one from that prompt list asdffds i hope that's ok but also it's what riza deserves <3

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rated: t | words: 3054 | tags: hurt/comfort, soft royai, tending to wounds, fluff

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They are silent once the safehouse is deemed secure. The quiet is deafening as it shrouds them both. It’s almost oppressive as they take stock of what they’d just escaped from and process the fact they’d been in a shootout about an hour ago. The lack of sound is jarring, it’s such a contrast, but there is a comfort in it as well, because they’re okay. They’re safe and they’re together. Now, where there is no one shooting at them, no one chasing them, they can both finally rest and let their guard down. The adrenaline is abating, leaving muscles quivering and allowing breaths to leave their lungs much easier.

The Colonel sits heavily on the couch behind them, letting the cushions catch all of his weight as a long sigh of relief passes over his lips. He lets out a quiet hiss as he hits a sore spot, either on his legs or up his back, but apart from that he’s silent.

Riza feels the tension fizzle out of her shoulders, dragging them both downward slowly, peeling away from her ears, as she finally starts to let herself relax.

They’ve both had a rough few hours, but they made it out. There’s a few bruises and lacerations covering their skin; Riza has one on her left forearm and one on the left of her abdomen, and the Colonel has a small one on his cheek. His lip is burst as well, the result of an unsuspecting punch to the face. She’s sure he sustained more as they fought their way out to safety, but she can’t be sure. There’s no blood pooling on his clothes or saturating any of the fabric of his uniform, so that’s something. That was enough while they fought their way out.

“Lieutenant?” His call for her attention is soft so not to startle her and it’s full of concern.

She turns, wondering what he needs, to see his questioning stare as he watches her still standing in place with her hands clenched by her sides. Her fingers relax automatically, letting go of the tension, but she cannot help the wince as the muscles of her forearm contract, aggravating her injury there.

“Are you all right?”

“Of course, sir.”

He scrutinises her for a moment longer than usual. His eyes narrow slightly as he does so, indicating he doesn’t quite believe her, but she is. He lets it go with a simple nod.

“Sit,” he urges, gesturing to the cushions next to him on the couch. “Please.” He beckons her gently with a tired smile.

The Colonel’s expression mirrors her own, Riza is sure. Exhaustion has settled deep within her bones, and she knows she should stop, that she should sit down and tend to her wounds. With the adrenaline gone her side is throbbing, and both injuries need cleaned and covered as soon as possible. There’s a sharp pain in her oblique muscle as she thinks about her worst one, which makes her twitch and grimace.

“Lieutenant.” He almost breathes her rank. It catches her attention and she’s momentarily taken aback by the look on his face. It’s filled with understanding, and his concern is back. One eyebrow lifts in an enquiry, calling back to his earlier question regarding her wellbeing.

“Honestly, I’m all right,” she assures him. “It’s only a few bumps and bruises.”

The Colonel nods. “Okay. Shall we see to that wound on your side?”

Riza watches as he swallows after speaking. It wasn’t his fault or hers, it was the fault of the man who’d been wielding a knife, but as her commanding officer she knows the Colonel will hoard the responsibility for everything that happened today.

“What about the one on your cheek?” Her counter makes him smile knowingly.

“Mine feels like it’s nothing compared to that,” he replies, nodding towards her torso. His smile dies on his lips as they both look at the patch of blood seeping through her military jacket. Real worry replaces his concern and Riza nods, giving in.

“Come here,” he coaxes, speaking ever so gently.

The mood feels like it has shifted slightly but Riza dismisses it. She’s too tired and sore and will still need to see to his wounds once she’s been taken care of. There are more important things to focus on.

“Sir, I can see to it myself. I don’t mind.” Riza appreciates his offer more than he could know, but she still has to say it. She doesn’t want him to feel obligated to do so.

Realising his gentle command is going ignored, the Colonel stands to join her and slowly reaches out to catch her fingers within his own. He curls them around her digits, but his touch is light. Unrestricting, but tender. His touch is calming and welcome.

“Lieutenant.” His tone is firm, but he’s not ordering her to do anything. It’s placating and an offer. “Let’s clean up that wound. I don’t want you twisting and turning any more than is necessary, given its location, but only if you’re comfortable with that. It’s completely up to you.”

She stares at him, noting the undercurrent of worry but also taking in the care she sees in his eyes. He wants to help her. He wants to look after her, to make sure she’s patched up and all right.

The Colonel does not tug her towards him. He simply holds her hand, his own arm outstretched and waiting, giving her the freedom to pull away if she so wishes. It’s her choice; go to him and accept whatever he is willing to offer or take a step back and away. The Colonel won’t mind if she picks the latter, Riza doesn’t think. He will be mildly disappointed. He’ll probably pout at her childishly, but it will not become an issue between them… The thought of his reaction almost makes her smile fondly. The corners of her lips twitch.

She steps forwards and his smile grows wider as he smoothly guides her towards him by the hand. Before their bodies can collide, he sidesteps and lowers her hand to their sides before turning and taking a cautious step down the hall behind him, waiting for her to follow him.

Even into hell.

Of course, she follows him.

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“How does that feel?”

“Good.” The bandage around her torso is secure and places enough pressure on her wound. The safehouse is well stocked with plenty of first aid supplies so there’s more than enough for them both.

Riza straightens in her chair at the table in the safehouse’s kitchen. She’d leant forward onto her elbows, being mindful of her injured arm, as the Colonel cleaned up her side. As he did so, she saw to her forearm, both working in tandem to patch her up. It was an arduous affair, but a necessary one. With every wince and flinch she felt him hesitate behind her. Riza could almost feel the sorrow pouring off him, but there was nothing else to be done. He knows that, but it still doesn’t mean that he likes being the cause of it for her.

She shivers as cool air washes over her exposed skin and her side twinges with pain. Reflexively a hand rises to cover the aching area.

“Still sore?”

She nods, and the Colonel sighs quietly. She knows what he’s thinking. He wants to take her pain away.

“It will be okay, sir,” she placates.

He huffs and mumbles to himself, not satisfied, which causes Riza to roll her eyes fondly at his antics.

Before she can move any further, something is draped over her shoulders. She had to remove her shirt for the Colonel to work on her properly, so she’d been left in just her sports bra, but looking down she sees the Colonel’s black overcoat covering her. She knows it’s his because she’s suddenly shrouded in the smell of him.

It makes her smile. Riza leans back in her chair and tugs the article of clothing tighter around her body, relishing in the warmth it provides and the comfort it brings, alongside the thoughtfulness of his gesture. She shoots him a grateful smile, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too focussed cleaning up after his work. Riza watches him, taking in the look of concentration on his handsome features as he carefully collects the soiled bandages and wipes. When he senses eyes on him, the Colonel glances up and looks at her so expectantly – it’s almost innocent – before his expression changes and turns perplexed.

It reminds her of the boy she grew up with. Before war and guilt and unspeakable atrocities.

“What is it?” There’s a smile tugging at his lips, and she discovers its contagious.

“Nothing,” she replies, schooling her expression and readjusting his coat.

“Is anything wrong?”

“No,” she replies. “There’s nothing wrong at all. Thank you for your coat.”

His smile is bright and pleased. “Of course, Lieutenant. You’re welcome.”

After the waste is disposed of the Colonel wipes carefully at his cheek and lip. The alcohol smarts and he hisses in pain and flinches away from it, but still powers on through. It’s a quick job, only taking about five minutes, and once he’s done, he rummages around inside the first aid kit once more.

“I could have helped you with that,” Riza offers. As she sits up in her chair she flinches as the movement jostles her side.

“And that’s precisely why I did it myself,” he chuckles quietly, eyeing her above the mirror he had propped up on the table between them. It had been fascinating to watch him work. “Here.” A small white bottle is offered to her. Painkillers. “These will help with your pain, apparently.”

“Thank you. Is there any ice for your bruises?”

The Colonel nods and collects it from the freezer. It’s pressed to his cheek, and he grumbles about the cold.

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While the safehouse is well equipped and the perfect spot for them, they are both presented with a small issue when night falls.

Both stare at the single bed in the bedroom.

The Colonel scratches the back of his neck and fidgets on the spot, shifting his weight from one foot to the other once, then twice. Riza exhales slowly and quietly, resigning herself to their sleeping arrangements. She grips his coat tighter, so it doesn’t fall off her shoulders.

Riza could have changed into a t-shirt but she can’t quite let go of his coat just yet. The Colonel doesn’t comment on it either. He doesn’t question her choice and seems more than happy to allow her to keep it for the time being.

“I…” The Colonel clears his throat quietly. “I can take the couch.”

As he turns away Riza’s hand reaches out. She grips onto his shirt, halting him. He looks down at her hand, before his eyes jerk back up to meet hers. He knows what she’s asking of him already, but he still hesitates. He still waits for her to voice it aloud.

Like the courtesy he’d offered her earlier, he can move away if he wishes to. Her grip isn’t tight or restrictive, yet he doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t expect him to stay with her but…

She wants him to.

“What do you need, Lieutenant?” His prompt comes after they’ve been standing in silence for a beat longer than he expected.

She looks up at him, gripping onto his coat.

“You.”

The bed is a tight squeeze, but they manage. The military wouldn’t splash out for a large double bed for their officers. In all honesty, Riza is surprised there’s even a proper bed, and not just a cot. But she supposes it would have kept up appearances when they moved equipment into the neighbourhood.

Riza is pressed with her back to the wall while the Colonel faces her –

It feels wrong to refer to him as such in their current position. The mission is over. They’re laying low and off duty while the heat clears from them both after their escape. They’re not Lieutenant and Colonel right now…

She snakes her injured arm underneath his, reaching across his torso, and spreads her fingers across his lower back. Their bodies are pressed even closer together – she can feel the heat radiating off of him (which makes her smile to herself) – but he’s secure. She wants to ensure he won’t fall backwards off the bed in sleep.

“Are you comfortable?” His breath washes over Riza and her eyes flutter closed at the pleasant feeling. His voice is so low that it causes her to relax instantly. It’s such a pleasing sound as she lies there, pressed up against him.

She hums her approval. Riza tips her head forwards, causing it to brush against his chin and throat as she burrows even deeper into the warmth between them. The painkillers are kicking in and making her drowsy.

“Good.”

Her sleepy grin is hidden when she feels lips on the top of her head, but she makes a soft, pleased sound as he kisses her. When his hand runs through her short hair she’s almost lost to sleep completely.

“As much as it pains me to see you with those injuries, it has worked out quite well for us.” He laughs, but there’s a nervous edge to it.

A frown tugs at her brow as confusion becomes prominent. “What do you mean?”

“It makes us the perfect fit,” he murmurs after a brief pause.

He’s right. Lying on his uninjured side leaves him in the perfect position to lie facing her, and Riza lying on hers leaves her able to curl into him.

“So, getting punched in the face was your plan all along? So you could cuddle me in bed at night?”

His laughter is full of joy at her joke. “Anything for you, Lieutenant,” he winks, “you know that.” His arm wraps around her shoulders and back, pulling her tighter against him.

“How’s your cheek,” she mumbles tiredly. She can no longer bring herself to keep her eyes open. She blames the comfort and care he always brings her so effortlessly.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry, Lieutenant.”

“Riza.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Pardon?”

“Riza,” she breathes.

She cannot remember who crossed the line first tonight – perhaps they both did, but it is completely muddled within her memory. She doesn’t want it there between them. Not now, when she’s so comfortable and feels so cared for. Not when Roy’s fingers are combing through her hair, and she can hear his heartbeat close to her ear and feel his pulse thrum underneath her touch.

“Of course, Riza.” He grants her request so easily and quietly as he presses another kiss to the top of her head. Riza can practically hear the pleased smile that she knows must be on his face. Roy joins her on the other side of the line willingly and without hesitation. He only wanted to make sure he heard her correctly.

“I’ll always worry about you,” she adds. She curls closer into his chest and holds onto his lower back even tighter. Her fingertips increase their pressure there.

“I’m okay,” he soothes, his voice a hum underneath her ear. “You fared far worse than me.”

Riza tips her head back, exiting the cocoon of warmth they’d made between them. Blearily, she blinks up at him and notices the strained look on his face. The arm holding onto his back moves slowly and she brings it up to cup his cheek. Her thumb caresses his cheekbone, close to underneath his eye, and Roy’s eyelids flutter closed, seemingly of their own accord. That makes her smile and leaves Riza feeling pleased with herself. She can do that to him, offer that feeling to him, like he does to her.

Roy’s head turns and she grants him the space to move. With it, he presses a kiss against her palm.

“I’ll always worry about you too,” Roy admits. His fingers ghost over the bandage on her arm. Even though his touch is barely there it still tickles her skin, lifts the hairs on her arms, and makes the base of her neck tingle.

She shivers.

Roy lowers his hand to the space between them. The muscles of her stomach become painfully aware of his hand’s proximity and start to tingle. It becomes too much and Riza has to move forward, closer to him and his hand, to rid herself of the pleasant, but overwhelming feeling. The back of his hand is now pressed against the bare flesh of her abdomen.

“We have to lay low tomorrow as well.”

Riza nods in agreement. That was their orders, after all.

“We have to rest,” he stresses, and she catches onto his meaning, “to let ourselves heal.”

She smirks up at him, knowing exactly what it is he’s proposing. He was always a crafty one.

Not moving far from this bed and nursing their wounds together sounded like a wonderful plan to Riza.

Roy runs a hand up her arm to her shoulder, the backs of his fingers trailing along her skin and igniting a trail of fire beneath them, then back down again. “If the military had provided us with the appropriate facilities, like, say, a bed each, we would be able to do it apart and by ourselves. But,” he sighs heavily, exaggerating the sound, “since the military didn’t, we must make do with what we have.”

“What a shame,” Riza smiles tiredly.

“You’re stuck with me, Riza,” he chuckles. “Sorry.”

“Darn.”

“Blame the military.”

“Don’t worry, I will. They’ll receive a stern letter about the lack of facilities provided inside their safehouses from me tomorrow.” Riza yawns loudly towards the end of her sentence but Roy is already laughing. “Or maybe it will get lost in the post.” She’s pretty sure her speech is incoherent at that point. Roy’s affection has almost lulled her completely to sleep.

“Sleep well, my Queen.” He presses his lips to her forehead. “Let me know if you need any more painkillers.”

“I will,” she mumbles tiredly. “Sleep well, Roy. Thank you,” she breathes happily.

Wrapped up in his arms, clinging onto Roy tightly, Riza falls asleep feeling completely safe and cared for, and at peace.

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Ransom Thrombey x Reader...

Warnings: Smut, Ransom being an asshole, slightly non-con in part, theft.

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

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You rolled your eyes with a scoff at the *Be careful* text that had come through to your phone from your best friend. It was in reference to Ransom Thrombey.

The guy whose car you were sat in, speeding towards his place.

You were fully aware of how much of an absolute asshole he was. You were casual acquaintances. And usually you would have kept your distance. But he was hot. He wasn't your ex. He also wasn't the slimy guy at the bar who wouldn't take no for an answer. Who else where you meant to fuck.

*He's a A grade asshole* was the following text. You quietly snorted to yourself and replied with *I know. I'll be fine*

"What?“ Ransom asked, with a quick glance your way. His eyes didn't reach your face, just your exposed thigh above your boots and below your cream dress that stopped just above mid thigh.

"Nothing, just calling off the search party for me" you mumble, throwing your phone into your small clutch and snapping it shut.

"You're hot property" he commented - sounding proud he managed to snatch you away. You suppressed another eye roll and remained quiet.

***

You'd never been to Ransom's place, but it was no surprise. Asshole-trust-fund-baby's interior design taste seemed to be obvious.

"Drink?“ he asked tossing his keys into a far too expensive bowl as he strut off into his house.

"Please" you were probably going to need some more alcohol to dull the asshole in Ransom. You followed him into the kitchen, eyeing the interior as you walked, your boots clicking along the floor.

"I only have red, is that okay?“

“Sure" you hated red, but then again there wasn't much to like about Ransom. A pretty face only made up for so much.

***

Where you meant to argue with someone you were about to fuck? Like really argue? You had contemplated leaving, but it was late. Plus the Uber app showed the nearest uber 30 mins away.

You had to admit it was kind of fun pissing Ransom off. He hadn't expected you to be so smart, with a good answer for everything. You had him stuck for words several times. "You got a smart mouth" he grinned, clearly annoyed at one point.

"You can't possibly believe that, but then again you did refer to me earlier as property" you sipped your drink for dramatic effect. But that only seemed to piss Ransom off more - turning his words against him.

He was clearly more annoyed that you realised because his next move was to toss the contents of the wine glass in his hand in your direction. The red liquid instantly soaked into your dress. Your cream dress.

That's how much of an asshole Ransom was. But you weren't going to get angry. Not yet anyway. You'd come this far.

You looked at the liquid running down your thigh and roughly wiped away the trail before it reached the top of your boot. You looked up at Ransom's smug face, lost for words for a moment.

"I'll have my maid clean your dress" God herself wouldn't be able to get the wine out of the dress.

"If you wanted me to take my clothes off so badly you should have just asked me already" You pushed away from the kitchen counter and walked out of the kitchen. Slowly unzipping your dress.

"Where are you going?" Ransom called after you.

"The bedroom is this way, right?"

***

Ransom was selfish, and it showed in the way he had sex. It wasn't bad, far from it. But he just did things so you would do things to him in return.

Your already scored one point - as you peeled off your ruined dress you could see that there was a moment of realisation, that with you he couldn't get away with doing the bare minimum or demand you did stuff solely for him.

He went down on you, but it was obvious it was only so you would go down on him. But that wasn't to say he was bad at it. Of course Ransom was good at everything he did.

You could feel like light stubble on his face against the inside of your thighs. He was good with his mouth, but when he added in his fingers your back arched off his bed, your hands jumping to the top of his head, messing up that perfect asshole quiff.

Even with his head between your legs, you could sense that asshole smirk. "You like that?“ he cockily asked. Your just nodded your head along with a high pitched hum. He pushed you down against his bed, and when he added a finger to the two that were already inside you it only took a few moments before your were gripping the forearm of hand that was pushing down on your stomach as you came.

You didn't want to return the favour. They way he sat on the edge of his bed, like some demanding King. Legs open, resting back on his arms and that asshole smirk. You should have grabbed up your dress and left, but then again the score was One-all and you were determined to win.

You had to admit to yourself that Ransom had a nice cock. It was nice to look at, one you'd enjoy receiving a picture of. But of course he did. It was Ransom, and you weren't going to actually tell him that.

As you knelt down between his legs, Ransom dropped down onto his elbows, you ran your hands up his bare thighs - watched his cock bounced a little as your fingers tickled his skin.

Ransom shuddered with a groan as you slowly took him in your mouth as you looked up at him, your tongue running along the underside of his cock as you leant forward taking him into your mouth. His hips jerked as he hit the back of your throat.

Soon you rid him of that smirk, and you weren't even trying hard. It was his turn to have the duvet screwed up in his hands. You watched his lower abdomen muscles twitch, impressed with the curses you managed to pull from him.

A few moments before you could tell he was about to cum, you let him slowly slide out of your mouth. When he didn't feel your mouth again, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself in his lower stomach. You watch as his eyes dart between your face, breasts and the wetness he could no doubt feel on his lower stomach where you sat.

"I was just about to cum" he whines, like a spoilt brat.

Two - One to you, maybe even Three - One. You pressed your chest against his as you leant down to kiss Ransom. He gropes at your waist as his tongue slide into your mouth.

You manage to slide your hand down between you both so you grip his cock and manoeuvre the tip just into you. A little.

When you push back on his chest, looking down at him you're little smirk puts an end to your games. Ransom is pushing his hip, quickly entering you as he's ulling you down onto him, and rolling you both over - plenty of room left on his huge custom made bed.

He bottoms out inside you, has you trying to crawl back and create some distance, but he just pins you to the bed. "You're not going anywhere" he growls.

You lose count on the internal score you have going on - is it Six-All, or Eight-Five, or Eight-Seven.

You're not sure, the orgasms have you a little confused, but you have Ransom on his back again. He has two fingers in your mouth as you start to ride him. Your press your hands into his chest, widen the stance of your knees either side of his hips, and roll your hips slowly, in a tight circle, keeping most if him inside you. He watches how you move, the other hand gripping your waist because he's not sure how you're doing that. Is it an illusion? Because it feels too good to be fake.

You let your head drop back, his fingers slipping out of your mouth as his hand slide down to your neck. He squeezes a little, not wanting to ruin the moment by being too much of an asshole at the wrong time. He feels you flutter around him, and squeezes again - maintaining the pressure, trying to hold off his own orgasm, because it's gonna be his last and he wants it to count.

You're trying to hold off your own orgasm too. Thinking of things that detract from the feeling of Ransom inside you. You're ruined dress. How much of an asshole he is. If you can order an uber so you don't have to stay the night. But all your mind keeps thinking of his how his hands grip you with the right pressure, keeping you low down in him. How he feels inside you, how you can feel all of him as you clench like your own body is trying to get more.

"Fu-k" the curse comes out broken from Ransom's mouth. His hand slips from your throat to the other side of your waist as he tries to hold you down on him so he can really bury himself inside of you. And that's all it takes to have you cuming. Your back arches, your pelvis tilting forward trying to get more. Your fingers wrap around both Ransom's forearms and dig in.

You manage to stay up right, panting in time with Ransom. Ten - Eight to you.

***

Ten-All. You don't think that because you're asleep. But it is. Because you fell asleep before you could get out of Ransom's.

Now he lays half awake next to you wishing his phone was closer so he could take a picture. You were a great catch - maybe he'll ask you back somehow.

Ransom had managed to pull the covers back down to your waist to admire you as you slept. Maybe he'd push you out of bed. Maybe he'd hold a pillow over your head for jokes. Or

He pressed up against you, running his hand from your neck, between your breasts and down your stomach. With a sigh you rolled onto your side, youre back to Ransom.

That wasn't exactly the reaction he was looking for. He shuffles up against your back. His cock sitting nicely between your ass cheeks, as his hand tickles down your stomach again. He dips his fingers between your legs and slides them along your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles.

"Good morning to you too" You mumble. Ransom doesn't verbally reply, just shoves him hand further between your legs, trying to get his fingers inside you. Your grunt, pushing him off of you.

Ransom rolls onto his back, slowly stroking himself.

"Maybe I should go" as you sit up, Ransom grabs your arm pulling you back down. There was a brief moment of struggle between you and Ransom and he ended up on top of you.

He pinned your arms over your head. "Why don't you stay for breakfast? How's eggs sound?"

You pulled your wrists from his grip, holding them against your chest. "I really doubt you can actually cook" you snorted.

You don't mean to inflame Ransom so much, but it was a statement that probably had weight.

Ransom's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed both your wrists in one of his hands, pressing them into your chest. He shifted on you slightly, grabbing himself. He started to stroke himself, maintaining eye contact with you.

"Ransom stop it" when you pushed your arms up, Ransom pushed down harder.

"Don't be disgusting" you tried to fight him off but he was stronger than you.

"Ransom, no" he pressed your wrists into your chest harder, as he quickened the pace in which he jerked himself off.

Before you could stop him, he came all over your stomach. He held you down, allowing himself to fully finish. The cum was hot against your skin. He relaxed letting go for your wrists.

"You're a fucking asshole you know that" you elbowed Ransom off of you and stormed off to the bathroom. You grabbed one of the small towels from the handrail, ran it under the hot water tap and started to clean yourself up.

Behind you, you could hear the sound of Ransom's bare feet against the heated bathroom tiles. "I'm sorry"

You glared up at him in reflection of the mirror. "You're not"

"I am, let me make it up to you" his hands found your waist, pulling you back against him. His new erection was evident, sliding between your ass cheeks as he rubbed up against you.

"I'm going to have a shower" you pushed away from him, Fleet slapping against the warm marble. You made sure to slam the door shut, happy to see him leave the bathroom after a moment.

When you stepped out of the shower Ransom was nowhere to be seen.

In just the towel you wandered through his place until you found him.

He was sat on one of his fancy single chairs, dressed. He smirked on seeing you enter the living area. The mostly glass space making you feel more vulnerable under his gaze.

"I'll call you tomorrow" Ransom hung up the phone, smirking at you.

"I'm going to ask if you cleaned my dress, even though I know the answer is no" Ransom just chuckled to himself.

"Slipped my mind"

"Guess you'll have to stick around a bit longer, unless you're gonna leave in that. Now I know you look good in anything, but a towels a stretch" his smug smile increases. But rather than give him the satisfaction of being angry you spin on your heels and walk back to the bedroom.

"No worries"

"I don't like this new you y/n, she's no fun" he calls out.

"Fuck you Ransom… Oh wait I already did" you mumble to yourself and you rip off the towel, throwing it to the ground, giving Ransom a nice view of your ass as you walked off.

You storm to his obscenely large walk in wardrobe and start rummaging around. You're pretty sure there's probably some left over female clothes you can find.

But it's not another females clothes you find.

An hour later yours slipping out of the back door for Ransom's place, dressed in more than a towel, walking across the gravel to the waiting uber. The driver greets you as you get in confirming your name and the drop off point.

You smugly smile as you feel your phone vibrating in your clutch. You slowly answer the phone, half wondering if you should let it go to voicemail.

"Yes Ransom" you know he can hear the smirk in your voice.

"Being naked won't get you 5 stars on Uber"

"Most people don't hold others hostage by taking their clothes" the Uber drivers eyes flick onto you in the rear view mirror and then back onto the road. "If you wanted me to stay you should have just asked"

"I asked you if you wanted breakfast" you snorted down the phone.

"I'm sure you'll be back for your dress anyway"

"Unlikely, tie-dye is so last year" you hang up, and open up your camera taking a snap of your new outfit and send it to Ransom.

*A little worn, but comfy. The holes give character* you add after the picture.

*I want my jumper back* is the reply. You can feel his anger even half way from his place.

*We all want a lot of things Ransom, doesn't mean we get them*

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[ragnarachael]

i’ll live to see another day

Pairing: Stephen Strange x ER Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 2,093

Summary: You're finally back in your apartment from your long shift at Metro-General, but your mystical boyfriend decided you couldn't take a break yet.

Warnings: we got sum INJURIES, BLOOD, INACCURATE MEDICAL TALK, and stephen strange feeling guilty for even asking you to do this. he loves u. he promises.

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You unlocked the door to your apartment, expecting it to be empty.

Yet Stephen Strange stood in your kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting through the air.

“Stephen?” You questioned, letting out a soft sigh as you placed your bag down, tossing your keys on the small hallway cabinet you had near the door. You heard him call back when your eyes caught some drops of red. You shuffled alongside the small trail that seemingly led to the kitchen.

That's when you found Stephen, who was hunched over your kitchen counter, dressed in street clothes for once in his mystic life, holding on tightly to a novelty mug you got from a trip to Universal Studios.

His shirt was absolutely drenched in blood, which was what made it clinging to his left side.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you!?” You were quick to walk to his side as he grunted, standing up straight as your hands found the bottom hem of his shirt.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Stephen hissed out in retaliation as you got his shirt up to see what looked like a stab wound. You had half the mind to keep your eyes trained on your hands, quick to switch into nurse mode.

“Do not sweetheart me right now, Stephen.” It was quick, stern, and Stephen definitely knew he was in deep shit.

You’d probably make him repay you by cleaning up his blood from your floors while you clean the counters.

Stephen let out another gasp as your hands let the shirt fall back down, a quick mumble of an apology heard before you were off rushing to your bathroom for your first aid kit.

You were still in your scrubs from your shift, and Stephen was already blaming himself and feeling guilty. But he had nowhere else to go.

He couldn’t go to the hospital, too many wandering eyes along with the fact that he was too proud of himself for not going to Metro-General again. Claire was out helping an apparent mutual friend named Mike, whoever the hell that was to Stephen, and Christine was out of town.

You were the only option left, and he didn’t like having to subject you to cleaning him up when he’s hurt since he knew you couldn’t stand seeing people you love in pain. 

Just like him.

“Okay, was it a regular blade or another magical one that will make me want to strangle you for even trying to fight off?” You asked suddenly as you flew back through your living room from the bathroom, navigating without even looking up from the medical pack back to the kitchen, digging through the bag.

“It seemed like a normal blade,” Stephen replied. “Do you need me to—”

“No, I got it,” you said in a motherly tone, pointing to one of the dining chairs you have with your small table in the kitchen, “sit. Maybe take your shirt off so I can use it as a rag. And yes, I can get the blood out when I’m done.”

Stephen tried not to feel dejected when you denied his help and did was he was told once he put the coffee mug down, suddenly very happy he already shrugged his jacket off when he first sling-ringed in.

You placed the bag along with some extra supplies on your small dining room table as Stephen yanked his shirt off, trying not to make any noises of pain before the grey fabric was held out your way.

Thanking Stephen as you grabbed the shirt, you decided to kneel between his open legs to have better access to his side. You started getting to work by gently dabbing the wound with his shirt to soak up most of the excess blood before starting to sanitize.

Watching you work was always a treat for Stephen. He’s been told multiple times by you that it’s weird that he likes watching his girlfriend as she’s sewing up his wounds that he could have wound up dead from.

You were good at what you did, was his instant reply. Stephen was never one who complimented doctors or nurses on their techniques much, before and after you met him, but you took his word almost as law. If Doctor Stephen Strange said you were good at what you did, you must be pretty damn good.

“What’d you even get this from?” You asked in exasperation, moving to dig through the med pack again for what Stephen could only assume was a needle and thread. It was a deep wound, he was sure of it.

“I uh, was on a mission with Stark and his boy band,” Stephen started, shifting with a grunt working it’s way out of his throat, “had a tussle with Loki.”

You didn’t hesitate to hold back a scoff. “That’s bullshit.”

Stephen loved you, even if you could call out his bullshit.

“You’re right, it’s bullshit,” Stephen replied almost directly after you spoke, clearing his throat. “Wong and I had this thing to attend at Kamar-Taj and it got ruined by some intergalactic stuff, got stabbed by one of our own who we believe was an insider on the whole ordeal.”

“Ah,” you mused, both in response to Stephen’s story and finding the needle you were looking for, “more Mystic Art’s lingo I don’t get, gotcha.”

Stephen let out a small laugh, tilting his head back. “Mystic Art’s lingo? I expected to hear mumbo jumbo.”

“All I heard were the words intergalactic and Kamar-Taj and I knew.”

Stephen was about to let out another laugh before he let out a loud hiss of pain just as the needle went through his skin.

“You’re smart though, you know bigger words than those, Y/N.”

“Not when I’ve just gotten off an almost 24 hour shift, Stephen,” you responded, Stephen more than likely detecting your undertones of annoyance.

It was quiet between the two of you for a bit after that, smoothly stitching Stephen up just as the sun started to rise. He shuddered, your abnormally cold hands constantly moving.

“I’m sorry.”

Stephen was sincere. He usually isn’t with Claire, for the two of them love verbally sparring. Christine doesn’t take it, but with you he always finds himself apologizing constantly, even if you never prompted him for it and already reassured him that he’s fine.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, finally finishing the last stitch. “I’m just happy you didn’t bleed on my rug.”

The both of you shared a laugh.

“I knew you’d kill me, the kitchen was my only option.”

“Why didn’t you go to Claire’s? Usually she takes care of this.” You expertly finished off the stitch before grabbing scissors to cut the excess thread.

“She’s uh.. She said she’s with our mutual friend Mike?”

“Oh! Mike!” Your face lit up the second the name was mentioned, slowly shifting into a squatting position so you were already on your feet before to place the needle down and grab the big bandage you laid out previously. “How’s he?”

“Wait, who’s Mike?”

Your face when you looked up at him almost made him laugh.

“Mike? Are you joking? Are we not remembering the codename talk?”

“Codename talk?” 

You groaned dramatically, peeling open the bandage as Stephen just now noticed you were wearing gloves. It made sense, your hands were never that cold when you touched him. 

It took him a moment to remember what you meant by the codename talk, but when he did he sat up a little straighter which helped you conveniently place the bandage on his freshly stitched wound.

“Oh! The codename we use on the phone!”

“Christ, it took you that long?” You quipped as you carefully smoothed the bandage down before rubbing the edges.

“It’s been a long day, okay? And Matt’s doing fine as he can get if Claire’s helping him out,” Stephen replied as he looked down at your gloved hands, watching you smooth the edges down that you had missed.

“Very true. Sad that on Claire’s only day off she’s still technically doing her job.”

“You would prefer a blind vigilante climbing through your windows and ask to be stitched up instead of me? I’m hurt, Y/N. Truly hurt.”

“You can’t climb through windows, Stephen. You sling-ring in and come in unannounced. At least with Matt I’d know if he came in,” you explained playfully before placing your hands on his spread knees to help get back up on your feet before taking your gloves off.

“Not all the time!”

“Yes, all the time!”

“No!” Stephen exclaimed again as if he were a child, holding back a grunt as he moved to try and sit normally, his hand flying almost instantly to his bandage.

“How’d you get in here?” You questioned sternly, placing your hands on your hips. 

You definitely got your answer when he didn’t reply right away.

“My point exactly.” 

“Matt’s footsteps are light! Remember the one time he came in through one of the windows of the Sanctum and scared the hell out of me?” You let out a laugh as you tossed the gloves into your trashcan, walking to your cabinet where the mugs were.

“You had your headphones in, Stephen, why else would you be scared? I could do that with or without powers!” You exclaimed with a quiet snort, opening the cabinet door before looking over at Stephen as he tried to find the will to get up. “Do you need help, baby?”

Stephen just groaned in defeat from your statement before slowly rising to his feet from the chair as you picked a mug he’d bought you from a small souvenir shop when he actually did go on a mission with Stark and his circus.

“No thank you, dear. Should be fine,” Stephen confirmed as he started to slowly pad over to where you stood, watching you hesitantly reach for the hot coffee pot.

“Are you sure? You have the too much gene, remember—”

“Y/N, I’m more than sure my stitches won’t reopen just from me walking around.”

You let out a soft sigh before nodding to yourself, a quiet okay coming from under your breath.

Stephen could still hear the worry in your voice and couldn't help but feel his heart tug with guilt again. Grabbing his still warm mug, he decided to lean against the counter to watch you make your coffee in what felt like a record time. 

You were placing the small container of sugar you have back where it belonged when Stephen spoke up again.

“Thank you.”

“You already said that,” you replied gently, starting to carefully stir your coffee with a smaller spoon as you turned around to face Stephen.

“I know but.. I’m just feeling thankful.”

You squinted at that sentence and felt your hip jutting out. “Are there more injuries I need to fix?”

Stephen could tell that your eyes were inspecting his bare top half just as he sipped his coffee.

“No. I just love you.” Stephen tried to hold back a chuckle as he watched your eyes roll, a fond smile growing on your face.

“Shut up. Do you want a fresh shirt?”

Stephen smiled smugly as he lifted his mug to take another sip. “Nah. I think you like this view.”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put a shirt on, Strange,” you quipped, finally stopping your stirring motion and tapping the spoon on the side of the mug. “Pink Floyd?”

Stephen placed his mug on the counter top of your kitchen counter, a soft thud left in its wake as you innocently placed the spoon you used in the sink.

“That’s where it went? Don't tell me you stole my Led Zepplin shirt, too."

He heard a second soft thud of a mug after you took a sip, starting to walk towards the arch way of the kitchen to get out and grab something for him to wear.

"That's a secret I'll never tell." You smiled innocently as you stopped in your tracks just in front of him before getting up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. "Hang tight. I'll get the Pink Floyd shirt for you."

Stephen couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face after he felt your lips one last time on his before you walked out, heading to the direction of your bedroom. He was quick to call out another thank you, to which you replied with a thumbs up sticking out from your bedroom doorway just as you walked in.

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[whirlybirbs]

hopper & murphy discussing true crime and him falling even more in love with her as she discusses her own wild theories & reasoning YES thank u

summary: hopper and you talk about crime on the couch. el interrupts a first kiss.pairing: hopper x teacher!reader, from my fic moonrise radio.a/n: fair warning, there’s discussion of the golden state killer in this one, so murder, rape, burglaries as well as the climate of crime in the 1980s. nothing too extensive though.

You’re down three glasses of wine and have half a slice of pizza in your mouth when you speak, bouncing on his couch as you wave your hands and chew through your words.

“He’s a cop. It’s so obvious --”

Jim’s eyes are twinkling like stars as you speak, all attention turned to you fully as you chow down on the rest of your slice and begin working your way through an explanation. You fold your legs underneath you, television bathing you in the colors of a 10pm newscast. 

“He knows investigative methods and evidence collection techniques,” you say, swallowing, “That’s not just common knowledge -- and to apply that to the murders, the rapes, the home burglaries? I’m telling you, I bet he’s one of those smug cops standing up behind the D.A. at the press conferences --”

He feels a little grin coming on, washing his whole face with a look of adoration. It might be because he’s worked through half the bottle of red wine on the counter, or maybe because you’re the prettiest damn thing he swears he’s ever seen, especially when you’re rattling off the psychological profile of the Golden State Killer.

Jim props his head up on his fist, sips his wine and continues to admire you.

You’re still talking.

“-- I mean, LA has enough going on. In any given month, there are hundreds of dead sex workers turning up in the streets. Women of color and folks in the gay community are being murdered at even higher rates and it’s like no one cares, so serial killers like him can just get away with it.”

Jim’s brows raise. His words are slow. “You’ve got a point. Y’know, consider the war on drugs -- that Daryl Gates guy was calling on drug users to be fuckin’ shot in the street.”

“It’s ridiculous. You’ve got real crime going on right under your nose and you’re seriously going to let some crack addict get 20 to life while a serial rapist walks after 2 years because of good behavior?”

You catch Hop staring with a smile so sweet it gives you a toothache. You can’t help but wonder if it’s meant to be patronizing like so many of the other men you’ve dated. You shrink a little with a sheepish laugh.

“Sorry. I’ll get off my soapbox.”

“No,” he says, waving as he swallows the last bit of his wine, “No, please, stay on it -- I am enjoying listening to you be all smart, Teach’.”

“Yea?”

“Yea,” Hop chirps, eyes stuck to the way you lean a little closer and fiddle with his collar, “You, uh, ever considered investigative work?”

“I think workplace romances are against the rules,” you grin, blinking up at him, “That is, if you’re trying to get me to work at Hawkins PD.”

His laugh rumbles through his chest.

“Plus,” you pat his cheek, “I’m busy teaching your daughter about iconic bonds. Which she is picking up phenomenally fast, y’know. She aced her test last week.”

You move to stand, to gather the now empty pizza box and begin to clean up the remnants of your “couch date” with the Chief of Police, only to have your hand caught and tugged -- you land back along his lap, peeling into giddy laughter as he pulls you closer.

You move to snake and arm around Hopper’s shoulders, balancing along his thighs as he smile up at you like you’re the moon and the stars of his universe. 

He’s got the glow of wine across his cheeks -- pink and rosy.

“I’m lookin’ forward to Enzo’s.”

“Yeah,” you say, a little breathless from the way he’s looking at you, “Me too. Is, uh, is 8 o’clock still good?”

His eyes dart to your mouth. You swallow.

“Yea,” he says, nose brushing yours, “I’ll -- heh -- I’ll pick you up?”

“Okay,” you say a bit shakier than you intend, nodding as nerves creep up your skin at the prospect of kissing the man below you that feels so childish, and your hands fall along his jaw, “Yea, that sounds nice.”

Hopper’s about to throw his composure to the wind and kiss you then and there when the three locks on the door to the cabin fly undone and the door opens.

You both jump six feet in the air, separating as the keen eyes of El land on you both.

She cracks a smile as her dad clears his throat.

“Hi.”

“Hi, sweetie,” Hop greets, standing and smoothing out his shirt, “How was studying?”

“Good,” El gives a curt nod, “Hi Miss Murphy.”

“Hi, El,” you grin, noting the happiness in her gaze as she watches her father carry the pizza boxes to the trash. It’s cute. You snag your purse from the table, leaning to scoop up your boots, “Ready for class tomorrow?” 

“Yes,” she nods, “And AV Club.”

“I bought some new cassettes -- you liked Bonnie Tyler, right?”

Another nod. She sets her backpack down. Hopper is stuck on the interaction as he absentmindedly puts the wine glasses in the sink, watching as his knees turn to pudding again and his whole heart burns with something wonderful. 

“I got her new album,” you smile as you pull on your boots, “So we can play that tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Fun.”

“Very.”

“Pretty.”

You give a sheepish laugh. “Thanks, El. I’m trying to impress someone.”

She smiles at that, tucking a few wavy strands of hair behind her ear and moving to the fridge as she does. The girl tugs it open, bathing herself in bright yellow light, as you and Hop share a soft look. 

“I’m gonna walk Miss Murphy out, kid,” he tousles her hair on the way by, “Alright?”

“Okay.”

He closes the door behind him, hands on his hips as he stands on the porch. You pat his side, gesturing for him to bend over with a crooked finger. Hop does so without a word of protest, eyes soft as you plant a sturdy kiss along the stubble on his cheek. 

(He’s trying to keep it together, to keep his hands to himself because he’s sure that if he touches you he’ll never let go.)

“I had fun.”

“Me too.”

“See you on Saturday?” you call as you stride towards your car.

"Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Murph.”

El watches the whole thing play out from the window, grinning the whole way.

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[jawritter]

Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday. 

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass. 

You were currently facepalming yourself. 

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself. 

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer. 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves. 

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in. 

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men. 

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before. 

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do. 

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that. 

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar. 

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself. 

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.  

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there. 

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close. 

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool. 

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!” 

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected. 

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle. 

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies. 

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?” 

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar 

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both. 

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?” 

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on. 

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.” 

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.   

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him. 

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took. 

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had. 

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you. 

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?” 

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend. 

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking  thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you. 

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do. 

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here. 

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath. 

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?” 

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation. 

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.” 

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.” 

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you. 

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.” 

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head. 

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you. 

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his. 

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts. 

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself. 

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time. 

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin. 

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t. 

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing. 

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again. 

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door. 

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other. 

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go. 

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned. 

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“ 

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right. 

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door. 

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin. 

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor. 

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. 

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you. 

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own. 

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high. 

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before. 

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his. 

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall. 

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin. 

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Steve." 

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless. 

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. 

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body. 

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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[ororowrites]

•Carried• Part II Erik x Reader

As promised, the second part to my drabble Carried.

Warning:  A bit of smut 

One Year Later 

Summer had officially arrived and the temps were already in the 90s. That meant nights without covers and sleeping with the air conditioner on high along with a fan. 

Your thick thighs stuck to the scorching leather seats of Erik’s Jeep. “Damn, you need seat covers,” you cussed, peeling your sweaty skin from the leather. Maybe wearing shorts wasn’t a good idea on the hottest day of the year. 

“It’s them thick ass legs of yours,” Erik chuckled, throwing a hand on your leg and massaging it. “Not that I’m complaining though.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably thinking about his head between your legs earlier that morning. “Nigga, I’m hungry. When are we stopping for food,” you complained as your stomach growled. You two had been ripping and running all day and your stomach was screaming at you.

“We got food at home. I told your ass to drink that protein shake when we left the gym,” Erik threw back, keeping his eyes on the road as his hand remained on your thigh. 

“Because that shit is nasty and I want real food, Erik,” you sassed. 

Erik bit his lip, slightly turning his head, “But now you hungry after I told you to drink the shake? Stop complaining.”

At this point you were not trying to play around with Erik. When you were hungry, you would go completely Hulk if you didn’t eat. Your stomach was touching your back, it was hot as fuck and he was playing games. 

“I’m not in the mood. I’m hungry as fuck, horny as fuck and it’s hot,” you admitted, pushing his hand off your thigh. “Annoying ass,” you muttered under your breath. 

Of course Erik heard that shit and quickly did a U-turn and jumped on the highway. “Aight, we’ll head home then. That smart ass mouth about to get you in trouble.” 

“You ain’t gone do shit,” you added, sucking your teeth. Egging him on usually meant some fire dick and you loved the challenge. 

“Y/N, keep playing with me and I’ll pull this car over in the middle of the highway,” he warned, speeding up to switch lanes.

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Erik barely let you get your gym bag on the floor before he was pushing you against the front door. “Damn....wait,” you attempted to say before his lips were on yours. You could taste Winterfresh gum on his tongue. 

“Nah, there’s no waiting now,” Erik spat, ripping at his basketball and compression shorts, while you busied yourself with your shorts. “You like talking shit to me, don’t you?”

He wasted no time and didn’t even give you a chance to answer before his lips were roughly back on yours, his tongue massaging yours desperately. Sex was always at another level with you two. He brought out the extra freaky side of you. A side you didn’t feel comfortable showing anyone else. 

Moving towards the steps leading to the master bedroom, Erik  turned you around and bent you over at the waist. Your hands barely connected with the step below you, before your man was right behind your ass and spreading your legs. “Really, right here,” you forced out, turned on by the thought of fucking on the steps. “Fuck,” you squealed, feeling his girth stretch you in a way only he could. 

“What was all that shit you were talking earlier? Cat got your tongue,” he growled, with painfully, slow, deep strokes. “You said I wasn’t gone do shit?”

“Erik,” you moaned, reaching for his hand which had a tight grip on your hips. That would surely leave a mark the next day. “Please, faster.” 

“Faster? We giving order now,” he said through a clenched jaw, continuing his slow pumps even with your failed attempts to make him speed up. “You gon’ take this dick how I give it to you.” His length became slicker the wetter you got. 

“Oh shiiiit.” your cries echoed off the stairs, your walls clasping around him like a glove. He fell deeper, his thrusts becoming harder. Your mouth hung open, pleasure ripping through your body and making your legs shake. Wanting to feel more of him, you began moving against his strokes. 

“Keep still,” Erik teased, his grip around your hips getting tighter and holding you in place. “You move again and I swear I won’t let you come.” What? Nigga, please. If I don’t get a nut, you don’t either. 

His once slow, deliberate pumps turned into harder ones and  were enough to make your knees week. That familiar knot formed in your stomach while Erik literally fucked you senseless. Your head was spinning, your heart was beating in your ears. If you had to hold on much longer, your arms would eventually give out and have you face planting. Keeping yourself still became almost impossible when Erik’s palm landed on your lower back, the force pushing you to your elbows. 

“I can’t...” you tried to beg, words slurring together as the impending orgasm swelled in your stomach. 

“Can’t what? Take this dick? What’s the matter, baby,” he barked, his voice shaking from the amount of force he was hitting you with. “Yeah, can’t back up that smart ass mouth of yours.” 

“Erik, shut the fuck up and fuck me,” you hissed, your own voice shaking. Following your plea, Erik fucked you even harder, hitting that spot that made you cum every time. “Yes, baby...right there..shit I’m cumming,” you shouted, your legs collapsing but Erik caught you before your knees could touch the steps. “Baby...” 

“You want me to cum inside this shit or not.” he asked, his strokes getting sloppy, indicating he was about to bust. You nodded your head, unable to use your words with yet another orgasm growing. “Use your mouth, baby girl. What do you want me to do?” 

“Cum-fuuuck, cum in-inside me,” you stuttered, feeling warmth creep down the back of your thighs. “Oh my God,” was all you could mumble as your body finally couldn’t take anymore and fell to the steps. 

“My bad, ma,” he chuckled when you glared back at him. 

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Five weeks later, you began experienced the familiar symptoms. Mornings were the hardest for you since you couldn’t keep down your breakfast. You knew your body and the signs before you even took the test. 

Pregnant, the dark letters appeared on the screen of the white stick that held your fate. 

A nervous flutter in your stomach brought tears to your eyes. Fear. You were scared to death because of all the miscarriages you had experienced. You didn’t think you could go through that again. 

Walking into the living room, you sat next to your boyfriend and put the test in his lap. “Congrats, daddy,” you grinned, though that fear was still written on your face. Erik glanced down at the test and then back up at you. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he said, leaning over to kiss your forehead and pulling you into his side. 

You prayed he was right. 

Five months

Six months

Seven months

Eight months

Nine months

You had finally made it to nine months, which had never happened in the past. Even after such an accomplishment, you were still afraid. To be safe, the doctors put you on bed rest and that only meant Erik would not let you lift a finger. He barely let you go to the bathroom by yourself and often stood by the door unless you begged him to leave. 

“Erik, I need to take a shit, close the door and go away,” you yelled, shooing him out the bathroom. “Your nasty ass is really about to sit here and watch me?”

“If it keeps my child safe, then yes,” he spat, crossing his arms. 

“Dude, if you don’t get the hell out of this bathroom, I’m never sucking your dick again,” you warned, that making him turn and leave. “Thank you!” 

After washing your hands, you felt liquid roll down your legs and hit the floor. “What the fuck,” you cussed under your breath. Then you felt the pressure between your legs. “Shit! Erik!” The man must have been standing outside the door because he was in the bathroom before you could even call him again. 

“What’s wrong,” he asked, taking in your position. “The baby?” 

“My water just broke,” you replied, more pressure building. Maybe you were tripping out but you thought you could feel the baby’s head coming out. 

“Come on, let’s get to the hospital,” Erik said, trying his best to stay calm. “Y/N, come on!” 

“I’m not going to make it!” 

“Whatchu mean?! Baby, come on, I’ll car-”

“Erik, the baby is coming now! We gotta deliver it right here,” you panicked. That was most definitely the head you felt. “I feel her head.” 

If someone took of picture of Erik’s expression, it would be worth a million bucks. “Wha-I can’t deliver a baby!” 

“You have to! Just call 911 and see if someone will walk you throu-argh!” Then there was the pain. “Erik, please.” Then the tears. 

Erik immediately felt bad for yelling at you. “Aight, aight. I’m sorry, baby. Come on, lay down on this towel. I got you.”  He pulled off your underwear and spread your legs at the knees. “Yeah, you right. Her head is starting to come out.” 

“It hurts,” you cried, tears staining your cheeks. 

“I know, I know. Just stay calm for me, okay. Imma need you to push,” Erik said, his voice calmer than it was minutes before. “Baby, you got this. I’m right here with you.” 

You pushed as hard as you could when another contraction hit, the pain ripping through your lower half. “I can’t! It hurts too bad.” 

“You have to. Listen to me,” he added, grabbing your hand. “Just breathe and then push. I’m right here with you, aight?” 

You nodded and took a deep breath before pushing again. Taking a short break, you pushed again. 

“Her head’s out. Just a few more pushes and she’s out,” Erik claimed, nervous as hell because he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. 

A few more pushes later and you heard a cry, “Is she okay?!” 

“Ye-yeah, she’s perfect,” Erik responded, gazing at the miracle baby in his arms. He immediately called 911 to get an ambulance for you and the baby. 

When the EMTs arrived, your baby girl was safely wrapped in her father’s arms. “I got you, princess.” They clipped her umbilical cord and checked her vitals.

Once you all were at the hospital and settled in, the nurses brought your baby girl back to your room. 

“She’s healthy,” the nurse announced, a smile gleaming on her face. “Congrats on your beautiful baby girl.” 

The nurse placed the small human on your chest. “She’s gorgeous,” you whispered, misty eyed. Your heart grew as you stared at what you had created with Erik out of love. 

“Looking like her daddy,” Erik grinned, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, baby.” 

“What will we name her?”

Erik bit his bottom lip. “Hmm,” he fell into deep thought. “Faith.” 

A tear rolled down your cheek, “I like that. Faith.” 

Erik squeezed in beside you and threw his arm around your shoulders. “Imma protect you two until the day I die.” 

Your gaze falling on Erik’s you took in the seriousness of what he had said. 

“I mean that shit,” he reiterated. “Ya’ll don’t have to worry about a thing.” 

And he meant it. 

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[starlitwars]

The Master and The Spy

A/U: So I have been losing my mind over Star Wars lately, and I made an oc. So knowing myself the only way to get through this is to indulge.

I made an oc and then started writing little prompts. Now I am writing a fic, I may change the name but this is the beginning. Not entirely sure if I am going to make this a romance but I probably will. Hope you enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think.

Chapter #1

“Beep. Pause. Beep Beep. Pause,” A series of faint beeps played through the still air of the small metal closet. A woman sat on a bucket with a droid sitting patiently infront of her. Connected to the droid was a long black wire that led to a device no bigger than her thumb. The woman held the device between her fingers and her thumb, her thumb resting on a , her eyebrows knit in concentration as her lips mouth letters and her finger translates them into binary code. “beep. Hold. Hold. Beep beep”

“Nothing new, will report soon.” The woman said in a hushed whisper, finalizing what she had input, she double checked that the message was being masked as a continuous frequency test.

“Castilla! Castilla!” The roar of General Hux echoed down the chrome halls of the Command ship. The woman sat up straight and at the sound of her name she began to scatter. Unplugging the droid and scrambling to her feet, the banging had undoubtedly attracted attention. As she stood she went to grab the device but ends up knocking it to the ground, and just as it hit the metal floor the door swung open. She was face to face with her commanding officer and he was livid, his skin almost matched the colour of his hair.

“Sir!” She said as he loomed over her, she shifted so that her boot was just resting on the device, hiding it from sight.

“Where, have you been and why are you in this closet.” His words were laced with the fury of two suns.

“General Hux Sir, I came across this droid in the halls and it was malfunctioning. I retrieved it and took it to where it would be unseen by the returning Commander Ren.” She spoke quickly and clearly, and her explanation seemed to be believable enough that Hux relaxed his shoulders.

“As admirable as that may have been, he has already arrived and I have been waiting for you and my data pad.” He spoke quietly and stuck his head into the room, looking down at the droid that sat still. Castilla pulls a transparent data pad from her hip and holds it up.

“I was just on my way to deliver it to you, sir.” She spoke formally and Hux snatched the pad from her hand and began to power it up, he nodded his head at her before motioning for her to pass him.

“Let’s get to the command deck before Ren breaks something. Again” Hux was now nose deep into his data pad, he was looking for something specific, and he was waiting for her to walk before he would. Slowly she took her first step, her face twisting and her body cringing as she felt her communication device become crushed beneath her boot. But after her full weight destroyed the device she began a quick stride down the hall, followed by Hux whose strides easily outmatched her own, soon she was hopping from foot to foot in hopes to just keep up with the taller man. As the two of them entered the main command bridge one of the on duty officers approached them looking panicked.

“General Hux Sir, General Ren went looking for you. He was heading for the starboard, he doesn’t seem very happy.” The man spoke quickly and Hux seemed to pale more than usual. It was no secret that Hux hated being in contact with Ren, he thought that Kylo Ren was no better than a child with a dangerous toy. True he was smart and few could surpass his fighting ability in most fields of battle, but he let his anger fuel all his actions. Hux found this all but unbearable, and Castilla knew that should would hear all about it while she finished up her work for the day. She could already hear his complaining.

“You, stay here.” Hux said pointing to the ground and looking at Castilla. This was to be expected. Hux didn’t allow her to go near Ren, in fear that she would end up like his last secretary. The closest she had ever been to the tall masked man was five feet away, Hux always met her halfway, or told you to stay put when he went anywhere with Ren, never wanting her anywhere near the man with a shorter fuse than his own.

Hux was very thorough man but he had come to rely on her, having her remember things but ask that she not write them down for various reasons, as well as just not being able to do everything on his own. This was why he kept her away from Ren.

“Yes Sir.” She said and nodded her head sharply.

“Nobody leaves this room until I return!” He commanded turning on his heel and resumed his quick strides, she and the officer stood still for a solid minute incase he returned.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we found him without a head.” the officer said with confidence.

“I would take that bet, but I am sure you would win.” She said with her eyes still trained on the large chrome door.

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It took hours to finish up the work, since there was no commanding officer in the room most people slacked off or just took their time. They were in no rush nor were they even going anywhere in particular. Unless assigned specific tasks those on the command bridge were only there to monitor the overall status of the ship. Castilla spent her time looking over emails for Hux, her nails tapping the smooth black glass of her desk. She was bored, tired and she was ready to sleep. She had already been awake for thirteen hours, now she was running on fumes and caffeine. Hux still hadn’t returned, and some of the other officers were making bets on how long it would take before his body would float by the glass.

“That makes three hours and twelve minutes, Barnin you’re out!” the male officer called out towards the man who had approached her and Hux earlier. She was tempted to join the bet, but she was sure Hux would come through that door any minute and dismiss them. She would rather not be caught up in the scolding that the slackers were sure to receive.

“That’s four hours, Garia, you’re done.” They called out every ten minutes, making every moment seem like another eternity before their voices would ring out again. Castilla found herself leaning on her knuckles, her head resting between her thumb and pointer finger, her eyes becoming heavy and her breathing slowing. Her eyes were soon shut and her mind lost in an ocean of calm darkness. This was soon interrupted, first there was the sound of yelling, nothing could be understood but there was yelling. Gradually Castilla peeled her heavy eyes apart, they were met by the fiery red hair of her general storming into the bridge, he was followed by the black mass of Kylo Ren.

Castilla sat up quickly, all the hairs stood straight up and she held her breath, the room was silent except for the sound of the two new additions to the room. Their foot falls were the only noise, meaning everyone in the room had the same reaction as her, nobody was breathing in hopes that they would be overlooked all together.

“Everyone out!” Hux spat as he approached the center of the room. Nobody moved, everyone watched as he turned toward Kylo Ren, his face contorted in pure anger as Ren remained unreadable behind his helmet. “OUT!” Hux roared and everyone in the room scurried for the door. Even Castilla found herself rushing towards the door, walking quickly past Hux she found herself stopping in her tracks. Just a few feet in front of her stood the towering Kylo Ren. She swallowed hard as she stared into the black visor on the helmet, she could feel the eyes of what ever was behind that mask burrowing into her.

“Lieutenant Cosima!” Hux hissed through his teeth, she found herself taking one step back as her eyes seemed to only widen. Her shoulder was then shoved forward by the man behind her, pulling her from her frightened state. She kept as much space between her and the black clad figure as she moved around him and was the last one through the door. As the door shut behind her she finally let the air from her lungs, letting out a large amount of air before gasping inward to fill her lungs that ached for oxygen.

“Castilla, Come on! We will miss the hot food!” A small energetic woman stood at the other end of the hall, her blonde ponytail flying every which way as she jumped, next to her stood a tall thin woman with dark reddish purple hair, pulled back into a tight bun her eyes smiling at the smaller woman but her lips remained a thin line. Castilla quickly approached the two women, the smaller one was named Alizah and the tall woman was named Adrienna. Castilla had found comfort in these two women, they were both brilliant and talented in their own fields. Alizah was a mechanic for the fighter jets, she could fix an engine faster than anyone else on the ship while Adrienna had a sharp mind and fast hands, she worked in the medic wing.

The three women walked down the hall, Castilla was ready to drop any minute but there was food to be eaten and days to be talked about. The three of them were silent for a good portion of their walk before Adrienna broke the silence.

“I see that the mighty Kylo Ren is back on board. I bet Hux is seething.” Adrienna’s voice rumbled pleasantly as she spoke.

“Apparently the two of them have been arguing all day from what I hear.” Alizah said repositioning her ponytail.

“Yes, they have.” Castilla said rubbing her eyes, not caring that she was rubbing mascara onto her skin. Soon she would be in her room washing it off and sleeping in her soft sheets.

“I bet you were squirming in your seat,” Alizah said poking at Castilla while earning a laugh from Adrienna. “Man have you seen how wide his shoulders are? I heard they are big.” She cooed and placed her hands on her pink cheeks. Since Alizah worked with the ships she had only had distant glances at the General, she got to work on his ship once and she didn’t stop talking about it for weeks.

“He is tall that is for sure,” Adrienna said and her voice matched the purr of a cat. She had come into contact with Kylo Ren once or twice, after he trained a bit too hard and ended up exhausting himself to the point of needing medical treatment.

“He never takes off that helmet.” Castilla mumbles, her sleepy state only becoming more apparent as she was now moving and not sitting in one place.

“Helmet or not, I would let that man do anything he wanted.” Adrirenna said and she shivered in delight. Castilla hated this topic, but her friends had an unquestionable infatuation for the man in black.

“I am not even sure if he is a man.” Castilla snorted and received questioning looks from her two friends.

“Says the one who gets to see him the most out of us.”Alizah said while a pout found its way onto her lips.

“Shouldn’t that mean I should know better than both of you?” Castilla was becoming less interested in this conversation as it continued. Her friends continued to gush over the man she had stood in front of only ten minutes prior. His mask came back to mind, the way she felt also came back. She not only felt fear when in his presence but also an urgency. She wanted to know what was under that mask.

“I heard he's gorgeous. One of the girls in security says she caught him without that mask.” Alizah pulled her two taller friends close as she said this quietly. The three of them turning into the mess hall, the three of them becoming distracted as the smell of food caught their attention. Castilla stopped just outside of the door as her friends rushed to get into line, something felt wrong. Turning her head she saw the very man they spoke of standing just feet away from her, she froze once more. She didn't know if she heard a brief laugh or a grunt come from the mask, the voice modulator made it hard to tell, so she just stood tall and nodded at him.

“Commander Ren.” She said with as much confidence as she could before cutting eye contact and disappearing into the mess hall.

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[datdeathqueen]

Question tag

Thxx @literally-just-yoongi-trash for tagging me!! :D Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions 1. coke or pepsi? Coke 2. disney or dreamworks? Disney  3. coffee or tea? Tea, i dont drink coffee  4. books or movies? Books! But i love movies too lmao 5. windows or mac? Windows 6. dc or marvel? Marvel! 7. xbox or playstation? PSP lmao so Playstation 8. dragon age or mass effect? I have no idea what both are but there is the word dragon so dragon age? Looks like role play games tho? 9. night owl or early riser? Night owl..if u ever see me up early...nah u wont 10. cards or chess? Im bad at chess (I only know the basics like i can t really play lol) so cards 11. chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate!! 12. vans or converse? Converse, i ve never had vans but they look nice lol 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? It looks like knights names lmao but idk what it is 14. fluff or angst? BOTH!!!(depending on my mood haha) 15. beach or forest? Both!! But rn i would love to go on a walk in a forest 16. dogs or cats? *Clear throat* PUPPIESSS!!! (But i love cats too lol) 17. clear skies or rain? Clear skies 18. cooking or eating out? Man..i dont cook that often and im not even sure that im good at it but cooking lmao at least i know what i put in there. 19. spicy food or mild food? Mild.. i dont like too spicy food 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? New year (im a rebel deal with it xD) 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Even if i hate being cold i d rather be a bit too cold than too hot forever lmao 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be? Flying...do i really need to explain? 23. animation or live action? Live action 24. paragon or renegade? Sorry i may be dumb but idk what are those (maybe video games cause i think i saw paragon on something video game related somewhere at some point?)(i could search...but nah) 25. baths or showers? Showers 26. team cap or team ironman? Team Ironman! 27. fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy  28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they? I have WAAYY more than 3 or 4 gOSh its gonna be hard to choose (Does it have to be from books? Or from a known person? Anyways...) "What doesn't kill you make you stronger" -Stronger, Kelly Clarkson "Don't take life so seriously, it's not like you're going to get out alive" -Smart random person somewhere at some point "Those who don't belive in magic will never find it" - Roald Dahl "Sick of crying Tired of trying Yeah i'm smiling But inside i'm dying" - Unknown "Nous naissons tous fous. Quelques-uns le demeurent." - Samuel Beckett (Its in french but it means "We are all born crazy. Some remain so.") Alright enough (BuT I HAVE SO MANY QUOTES THAT I LOVE FROM HARRY POTTER AND MORE AAHHH (stupid lil indesicive hoe that i am) .... "The stories we love best do live in us forever, so whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home." - J.K. Rowling (Ok that was the last one!!) 29. youtube or netflix? Youtube.. i used to have netflix...but i prefer youtube and illegality...wait what? 30. harry potter or percy jackson? Harry Potter!!! But i loved PJ too!! 31. when do you feel accomplished? Didnt unlock that level yet, probably never will...not even probably lmao never will... i actually never wanted to start that game that is life...where do i sign off?? 32. star wars or star trek? Meh, star wars but not a huge fan 33. paperback or hardback books? Paperback most of the time 34. horror or rom-com? Rom-com, i HATE horrors 35. tv shows or movies? Movies 36. favourite animal? Unicorns! 37. favourite genres of music? Kpop/HipHop/Pop 38. least favourite book? I dont remember the title (and too lazy to search) but a book i had to read for school eeww 39. favourite season? Summer..tbh all beside winter lmao (unless i could hibernate...) 40. song that’s currently stuck in your head? ...Barbie Girl...dont...dont even ask... 41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear? A nightgown with a cute penguin on it (dont judge me its so pretty and comfy xD) 42. how many existential crises do you have on an average day? My whole life is an existential crisis my bros...actually it s a joke, my life is a huge ass joke ok good haha i laughed enough now let me die 43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Actually i have my whole (well almost all) funerals planned lmao but for the song: The beginning of the cercle of life from Lion King (The BAAASOOWWWEGGNNAAA BABADIBOUSHIBAA...) then a swag transition to AgustD (there is more but lets leave it here im not sure u are ready lol) 44. favourite theme song to a TV show? Hannah Montana? Or Victorious they were catchy lmao 45. harry potter movies or books? BOOKS HOW DARE U EVEN ASK?!?!? 46. you can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? It was all fun and games until this. Ugh...wellllll if I forgot tumblr exists my friends wont so they ll remind me... lmaoo then MY OTP (how to cheat on the system 101) 47. do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? I can like....play some BASIC songs on piano.... i aint even good nvm lol i ve been well educated into being an idiot 48. what is the worst way to die? Painfully i guess (im shit i know thx) BUT if u want an example (u asked for it (!!dont read if ur sensitive!!))*Clear throat* *Take a deep breath* By getting ur skin peeled slowly then pouring lemon juice and alcohol on it while cutting ur toes and fingers with a plastic knife. Then, getting ur eyes extracted with bare hands and getting ur vital organs removed one by one from the least vital to the heart. Finally crush it just cause why not :) Also called TORTURE but I had to exemplify it cause you asked :) (please dont be scared of me tho!! Im a nice hoe and NO FREAKING ONE DESERVES THAT!!! Not even the worst criminal!! ) 49. if you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? A lot of things....like walking in underwear outside (i dont like being naked dont judge me) and no one sees me SO HELL YEAH NO SOCIALIZING!! (Im an antisocial lil hoe and hate most humans (not u reading this, i love you lil ball of perfectness :D) 50. What are you planning on doing with your life? What life? Need to have one first which is not gonna happen lmao 51. Favorite Disney movie? Ohh Boiii im a hoe for movies AND Disney...Welll...In the classics i d say Fantasia, Cinderella and Peter Pan (Im still waiting for him to take me to Neverland tho :(). And in the more recent ones i ll go with Tangled, Brave, Frozen, Big Hero 6 and Moana (i only choosed from the animated ones, it s already hard enough like that lol) 52. (My question) Do you believe in aliens? OF COURSE! I mean the earth is a grain of sand on a beach that is the universe lmaoo we cant be alone you lil selfish (jk haha) LMAOO!! I cant tag 52 people...so yea... know what? Im too lazy to tag anyone...just do it if ya want :)

#tag #tagged #question tag #it was funny lol #i love those shits even tho i m freaking indecisive haha #if u ever see this #u re perfect and i love you :) #have a wonderful day #or night #blop

[subjisoo]

Check In chapter 10

Words: 2.3k

Genre: ??? idk drama? angst? not sure yet lol

Synopsis: Seungcheol and his best friend Wonwoo have been running a small drug dealing business for the past two years, along with Wonwoo’s boyfriend Mingyu on the books and new recruit Hansol to manage the second hand shop they use as a cover story.

This Chapter: everyone hates Mikyung and Mingyu gets in touch with his cousin

Warnings: abelism, drugs

Author’s Note: based on the MV for Check In which I edited into a kind of trailer for this fic and u can watch it here.

Check In: chapter one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / read on ao3

Mingyu held his breath as soon as he woke up. He knew in his brain that Wonwoo wouldn’t be there, but that didn’t stop his heart from dropping when he found the bed cold. He turned over onto his back, duvet draped low on his hips and looked up at the ceiling.

“I just got him,” he said to the peeling paint.

After letting out a long sigh, he picked up on voices that were coming from the kitchen. He made to get out of bed and immediately grimaced at the sheen of sweat on his body and how it made the sheets stick to him. His night terrors were back.

He cursed Mikyung under his breath as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. There was an outline of his body in sweat on the bed and he grimaced again, standing and stripping the bed. Grabbing his dressing gown from a hook on the back of the door, he wrapped it around himself and stepped out into the hallway and over to the linen cupboard. He pulled out a new towel and slipped into the bathroom before Mikyung could catch sight of him.

Once the water was scalding hot, he got in and scrubbed his skin almost raw. When his skin was too sensitive to bear the water, he stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry, wincing around the areas he had focused on more. Back in his room, he threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, trying to soothe his skin where patches of it were still red.

When he went out to the kitchen, Wonwoo and Mikyung were standing side by side in front of the stove.

“Morning,” he said as he walked to the fridge and stifled a yawn.

“Afternoon,” Wonwoo corrected him and Mikyung tutted.

“What’s the time?” Mingyu took the bottle of orange juice from the shelf.

“Half past one.”

Mingyu’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and he had to think around the curse word he wanted to blurt out. “Oops.” He grimaced. “Did I miss anything?”

Mikyung put some chopped up onions in the frying pan in front of Wonwoo, who poured some oil over them and started stirring them around.

“Not really. Do you remember waking up last night?” Wonwoo didn’t look up from the pan.

Mingyu shut his eyes and walked to sit at a stool, taking a glass of orange juice with him. He opened his eyes again when he was seated. “Nope.”

“You woke up last night.”

“No kidding.”

“You were crying too.”

Mingyu took a sip of his orange juice in place of a reply.

Mikyung spared Mingyu a look over her shoulder, her face surprisingly soft. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh, yeah. What are you making do you need any help?”

She smiled at him - a smile that was entirely Wonwoo’s - and shook her head. “We are making curry. You are sitting right there and leaving us to it.”

Mingyu narrowed his eyes at her back as she turned back to help Wonwoo with the rest of the curry. By the time they had finished, Mingyu’s stomach was rumbling.

“Should we sit on the deck?” Mikyung said, looking out at the balcony.

“Okay. Could you please get the plates, Eomma?”

Mikyung opened a few cupboards and Mingyu pointed to the one with the plates. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He stood and looked down at his empty glass. “Do you want anything to drink.”

Wonwoo, holding the frying pan full of curry in one hand and a bowl full of rice in the other, started to say “orange juice”, but Mikyung spoke over him.

“Water for us thank you.”

She went out to the balcony with the plates and cutlery. Mingyu gave Wonwoo a look that said “do you want orange juice” and Wonwoo returned it with one that said “she said water so I’m having water”. Mingyu got three glasses and filled a jug from the tap.

They started their meal more or less in silence, Mikyung at one point wiping the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth with her thumb. Wonwoo was the first to finish his food, leaning back in his chair and absent mindedly turning his fork over and over on his plate.

Mingyu had long grown used to the sound of Wonwoo’s fork against the plate; so much so that it barely registered. What took him by surprise was Mikyung’s hand shooting out and slamming the fork flat on the plate, Wonwoo’s hand pinned down. The action made such a sound that Mingyu leapt out of his seat.

Mikyung paid Mingyu no mind as she wrenched the fork from under Wonwoo’s hand and placed it by her own plate.

“Don’t be annoying.”

Mingyu, still standing, clenched his jaw. Wonwoo looked up at him and nodded towards his chair. After a second’s hesitation, Mingyu sat down again. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins.

Not wanting to be rude and further anger the beast, Mingyu quickly and politely finished his food, leaving Mikyung as the only one still eating.

“So how did the two of you meet?”

Mingyu was brought out of a stupor. “Sorry?”

“How did you meet Wonwoo?”

Mingyu looked to Wonwoo for help, but he was staring at his fork by his mother’s plate. Mingyu decided to tell the truth.

“We had mutual friends,” truth “and we all ended up going to a movie together” it was a blind date “Wonwoo and I got along well” they had sex in Mingyu’s dorm room “so we started hanging out” they had sex in Mingyu’s dorm room “and here we are.”

Mikyung nodded, swallowing and clearing her throat delicately. “What about Seungcheol?”

“Ah, I met him through Wonwoo.” He walked in on them having sex in Wonwoo’s dorm room.

Mingyu made eye contact with Wonwoo, whose mouth twitched in a trace of a smile. Their stories matched up.

As Mikyung made plans with Wonwoo to go to a museum together that afternoon, Mingyu cleared the table for them. He washed the dishes and put the leftover curry in a plastic container in the fridge, thinking it would be good for someone’s dinner.

As he dried his hands on a tea towel he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to see he had a few texts piled up. He checked the texts from Hansol first.

[Received: Hansol, 9:51am] ya bois gonna be late to the shop today

[Received: Hansol, 9:52am] The Shop*

[Received: Hansol, 9:52am] Cheol says hi btw

He pulled up the keyboard to reply as Wonwoo and Mikyung walked through the living room into the hall way.

“We’re off to explore,” Mikyung explained.

Mingyu bit his tongue before he accidentally outed himself. “Okay, have fun.”

He stood watching the door for a few minutes after it closed, then turned back to his phone.

[Received: Sejoon, 2:43pm] Free now.

Mingyu didn’t like being alone so he got his wallet out of his room and descended the stairs to The Shop.

Hansol and Seungcheol were giggling and whispering behind the counter, Seungcheol practically sitting in Hansol’s lap. Seungcheol put his feet on the ground and stood up straight when he saw Mingyu.

“You look like hell, what happened?”

Hansol kept his hands on Seungcheol’s hips as he turned around to look at Mingyu over his shoulder. “Jesus, are you alright?”

Mingyu frowned at them. “Fuck you guys, I have night terrors.”

He tried not to notice the softening of their faces as he stamped around the counter to the door to the back room. With a hand on the handle, he turned to look at them. Both of them seemed concerned. His shoulders slumped.

“I’m fine, thanks for your concern. I gotta make a call.”

He tried not to slam the door behind him and fell into the chair closest to him. He reluctantly pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed the call option on Sejoon’s contact.

“Mingyu! How are you?”

Mingyu couldn’t help smiling at how happy his cousin sounded to be talking to him. “I’m doing alright, thanks. What about you?”

“Never been better. It’s been too long, what’s new?”

Mingyu let out a long sigh. “I don’t wanna take up too much of your time.”

“You could never. Plus I’ve got Kyungmin handling shit for the rest of the day so you don’t have to worry.”

He found himself unloading everything on Sejoon. He didn’t realise how much he was holding back until he let it all out; everything with Wonwoo and with Mikyung, the fact that his night terrors were back. Towards the end he felt himself tearing up and willed it away.

“Shit it feels good to get all of this off my chest. I mean I’ve got the others, but they’re too involved, you know?”

He could almost hear Sejoon’s understanding nod. “I get you. Any time you need me I’ll be there, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

“No problem. Now what were you actually calling for?”

Mingyu had almost forgotten that he was calling him about the business and not just for a catch up. “Do you know of any drug dealers in my city?”

“You’re not getting into drugs, are you? Because you know it fucks you up.”

Mingyu laughed. “You run one of the biggest cartels in the country, how can you tell me not to do drugs?” “Never do your own shit, you heard that before?” Mingyu hummed the positive. “I go above and beyond; don’t do anyone’s shit.”

“Fair enough. I’m not doing drugs.”

“Good. Why do you need to know?”

“I may or may not be helping my boyfriend deal drugs.”

There was a pause. “I can’t tell if that’s better or worse.”

“I just run the books and shit, you know, because of what I learned from you.”

Sejoon sighed. “I knew it was a bad idea letting you in the meeting room. What kind of scale are you operating on?”

“Really small, we have like a hundred people on our list and all of them are uni kids. Plus it’s only weed.”

“You have a list for a hundred people?”

Mingyu’s face heated up. “We didn’t want it to get out of control.”

“Okay yeah, smart move. Wait, what was the question?”

“Are there any other drug dealers in my city?”

“Ah, right. Maybe a couple smaller ones but as far as I know most of the deals are overseen by some couple. The Lees, I think.”

Mingyu stood from his chair and moved back to the door. “One second I just gotta check that.” He held the phone speaker to his shoulder and opened the door, groaning when he caught Hansol and Seungcheol making out on the counter stool. “Guys, keep it professional for god’s sake.”

Hansol looked away, his neck going red as Seungcheol stood beside him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Everything okay?” Seungcheol wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Would be better if you weren’t in each other’s pants during work hours. Holly?”

Hansol spun in his chair so fast he almost fell off it, grabbing onto Seungcheol to keep his balance. “Yeah?” his voice was choked.

“What was the name of the lady that came in here?”

“Lee Minji.”

“Cool thanks. You better not be fucking next time I come out here.” He shut the door behind him and sat back down again, putting the phone back to his ear. “Is one of the Lees called Minji?”

He heard Sejoon hit a table. “Yeah! Lee Minji, I forget her husband’s name.”

“Well I know for a fact that Minji turned up to our Shop and was looking around.”

“Shop?”

“We sell it out of the back room of a second hand store.”

Sejoon let out a low whistle. “Smart. What was she doing there?”

“I wasn’t there so I don’t know exact details.”

“Get me the kid who was there.” He thought for a second. “I assume it was a kid?”

“Two years younger.”

“Shit. Get him on.”

Mingyu opened the door without looking outside. “Put up the sign, I need you guys in here.”

He left the door open for them and sat back down, putting his phone on speaker in the middle of the table.

“Sejoon, this is Seungcheol and Hansol. Guys, this is my cousin Sejoon.”

Seungcheol plopped himself haphazardly in a chair. “Drug dealer cousin?”

“The very same,” Mingyu sighed.

“So who met Minji?” Sejoon asked.

“I did,” Hansol said, watching Mingyu anxiously.

“What did she say to you?”

“She just asked to buy some,” he paused for a second, “marijuana and then I said she wasn’t on the list and she kinda laughed at me and then left.”

“Was she alone?”

“No uh, there was a guy with a goatee with her.”

“That’s the husband.” Sejoon let out a long, deep sigh. “I’ll ask some questions but I don’t think you really have anything to worry about. It’s not like you’re out there trying to start a cartel with like fifty guys. How many are you?”

“Four,” Mingyu answered before Seungcheol could. “Wonwoo’s not in at the moment.”

“I really wouldn’t worry if I were you, Gyu. But for your peace of mind I’ll look into it.”

Mingyu saw Seungcheol and Hansol let out relieved sighs.

“Thanks, Sejoon.”

“No problem. Remember, any time you need me.”

Mingyu reached forwards and picked up his phone. “You too man. Talk to you soon.”

“I’ll be in touch.”

Mingyu hung up and put the phone back in his pocket, looking at the potted weed plants in the corner of the room.

“Guess now we wait.”  

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Here are some of the most amazing #BlendOutBullying posts to inspire you to get involved in our anti-bullying campaign

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Here are some of the most amazing #BlendOutBullying posts to inspire you to get involved in our anti-bullying campaign

GLAMOUR’s #BlendOutBullying campaign is well underway, with so many people standing up to the online bullies to say that enough is enough.

Whether you use the words as contour, write a word on your lip and blend it in, or use concealer to cover up ink, it’s all about taking back the power from the bullies and creating an inspiring video to encourage others to do the same. You may recall blogger Nabela Noor’s viral video from December 2017, which showed her blending away the words ‘fat’ and ‘pig’ on her face to reveal a stunning makeup look, which has inspired the challenge at the heart of the campaign.

Here are just a selection of all your amazing videos and selfies – keep them coming!

El Wood

Sade Giliberti

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No longer will we tolerate cyber bullying!! On a daily basis people all over the world are being bullied by people they don’t know and sometimes by people they do know all because of how they look, their sexual identity, their skin colour and so much more! I’m honoured to be a part of this movement with @glamouruk and many others out there like it! It’s been a while since I was bullied online – yea there was that person a while back after the release of the cyber bully film I was in. But she didn’t say anything hurtful really, she just trolled all my profiles and called my hair a mop 🙄😒👏🏽 How original! However in the past, and especially on FB, I’ve been called a Dyke and Butch… And as much as there are lesbians out there that identify as both, I don’t. I don’t like being called a dyke and let’s be honest, I’m no where near butch. And I was called this all because I wore a smart shirt and a tie 🤪 I laugh today, but back then, it hurt me immensely! • • • My skin is so much thicker than back then! I don’t tolerate hate of any kind. I refuse too! But I’m one of the very few who can easily brush it off. Who don’t take it to heart. Who read and very shortly after forget. We’ve lost too many young lives to cyber bullies. 😠🙎🏽‍♀️ • • • The task here is easy. Take a stand with us and assist us as we #BlendOutBullying – post a selfie or video of yourself with any hurtful words you’ve been called online and then blend them out! And then use the above hashtag. I nominate all of you, and ask you to nominate other people when you post! 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏿‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️ • • • GLAMOUR U.K is also raising money for The Diana Award and you can donate by texting GLAM18 and the amount you wish to donate to 70070 (eg GLAM18 £3). • • • #thetimeisnow #blendoutbullying #haltthehate #notocyberbullying

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Emma Breschi

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“TOO FAT TO FUCK” 😎 (lol spelt it wrong tho in the video innit) 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anwyays, when @glamouruk asked me “What was the most hurtful words you’ve experienced” , those four words came flashing before my eyes and it took me back to one of the saddest times in my life 😢 The truth is… we really have no control over what others might say or think about us. To be honest, I think it’s just a reflection on that person’s own insecurities. Someone is always going to have an opinion and judge you as a person. But reality is… if my being upsets you … that really isn’t my problem 💁🏻‍♀️ If you are true, kind, and you ain’t hurting nobody… I’m sorry that mofo who has something to say about you can take their words and shove it up their 🍑 I NOMINATE @malikoa @portiaferrari @elenabreschi , BUT ALSO EVERYONE & ANYONE TO JOIN ME TO #BlendOutBullying 🙏🏽 Sharing our experiences and blending away the words that once hurt us, allows us to forgive, heal and take back the power from bullying! 🌸 @glamouruk 🌸 is raising money for The Diana Award and you can donate by texting GLAM18 and the amount you wishyo donated to 70070 (eg. GLAM18 £3) 🌸 If you can’t quite manage a video, feel free to post a selfie 😊

A post shared by 🌹Emmerzz 🌹 (@emmabreschi) on Sep 13, 2018 at 7:06am PDT

Hani Sidow

Bloom Twins

Emily Byrom

Sophia Mitchell

Nicole Joseph

And of course, the amazing and inspirational women who helped us launch the campaign.

Chidera Eggerue

Heather Moorhouse

Chessie King

Callie Thorpe

and Ling KT.

Our Inspiration

When we started this campaign, we wanted to find a way of showing the bullies that we’re taking back the power, and nothing spoke to us more than Nabela Noor’s video from December 2017. The beauty blogger took to her channel to write some of the most horrific things that had been said to her and blended them into an incredible beauty look. This strength and positivity inspired us, and we’re so thankful that we had Nabela’s blessing for the campaign.

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THIS IS ME 💪🏽 In 2017, I was called a pig, fat, ugly, a monster… I was told I should kill myself because of how I look. I received thousands of messages like this all year & there have been times where I let those words destroy me. But as my confidence strengthened, I became a fortress of self-love that could not be broken by the words of unhappy people. I learned quickly that happy people don’t say hurtful things. And that happiness begins with self-love. The girl I see in the mirror is beautiful with and without makeup, whether I am a size 6 or a size 16. So as 2018 begins, I’m leaving behind all of the words that once hurt me – all of the doubt that once controlled me. No one can tell us who we are. We are glorious. We are beautiful. We are worthy. This video is a small victory in my self-love revolution & I can’t wait to continue the fight in 2018. I am not the things they say I am. I will never be reduced to their words. I am brave, I am strong, I am who I’m meant to be. This is me. 💖 P R O D U C T S // @farsalicare unicorn essence @beautyblender @maybelline master camo color correcting pen @urbandecaycosmetics brow box, naked skin concealer, blush in “video” @jouercosmetics lipliner tawny rose @doseofcolors liquid lip in truffle @toofaced chocolate gold palette, born this way concealer & peel off glitter liner @maccosmetics @patrickstarrr #macpatrickstarrr setting powder @kkwbeauty contour kit @hudabeauty jade lashes & winter solstice palette SONG: “This is Me” Cover by @emoniwilkins & @the7thaveband. Originally sung by @KealaSettle from the incredible movie #thegreatestshowman #wakeupandmakeup #tarte #hudabeauty #toofaced #makeup #tutorial #diy #instatut #beauty #makeuptutorial #wtfbeautyhacks #1minutemakeup #beautylook #benefitcosmetics #allmodernmakeup #makeupclips #eyeblogbeauty #hairmakeupdiary #makegirlz #beautyqueens4ever #melformakeup #transformation #peachyqueenblog

A post shared by Nabela Noor (@nabela) on Dec 31, 2017 at 9:28am PST

Anti Bullying Pro

There are many organisations that help provide support and advice to people struggling with online bullying, but one making waves at the moment is Anti-Bullying Pro, from the charity The Diana Award, who we’re partnering with for this campaign.

The Diana Award was established in 1999 by the British Government who wanted continue Princess Diana’s legacy by establishing a formal way to recognise young people who were going above and beyond the expected in their local communities. In 2006, they became an independent charity, which enabled them to develop into a fully-fledged youth-led movement. Five years later, they launched their now world-famous Anti-Bullying Programme and later, in 2012, their Mentoring Programme.

You can donate to the campaign by texting GLAM18 to 70700 with the amount you wish to donate (ie GLAM18 £3). Just £30 trains one anti-bullying ambassador who can then go on to help countless others.

We hope you’ll join us to call time on online bullying.