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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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Midnight

Summary: You definitely should not be in your married boss's office, but you're not unhappy about it based on: Hotch and the reader fucking in his office late at night after a case. (Both of their marriages are failing) Yet that doesn’t excuse the fact that hes railing you over his desk any papers that where on the desk is now on the floor and subtle creeking can be heard down the hall in the empty BAU floor

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mutual cheating, SMUT 18+ (rough-ish p-in-v)

This is not where you should be.

On a Thursday night at 11:30, after coming back from a five-day-long case where you only slept a few hours a night with all your reports done, you should be at home.

There's only one reason why you're still at the BAU, and that reason just walked into his office.

"Does he know you're here?" Aaron asks, barely looking at you as he throws his briefcase on his desk chair. He locks the door, so he definitely knows why you're there.

"Are we going to do that, Aaron?" You ask nonchalantly, uncrossing your legs.

It doesn't bother you any more to discuss the reality of your relationship. Aaron, however, doesn't share the same sentiment. Talking about Haley upsets him, and mentions of your husband are hostile or intended to hurt you.

He has complicated feelings about it. He knows his wife cheats on him every chance she gets- emotionally and physically- yet he still feels bad for going behind her back, even though it's only physical stress relief. Although maybe there is an emotional connection... as bad as it sounds, you elect not to inquire about his feelings every single time.

"No." He decides, running his hand through his hair. He'll bring it up again, though, you know it. You've been doing this for too long not to be able to read him like a book.

"Good." You smile, preferring when he's not argumentative since he was a prosecutor. "Because I wanted to tell you that your shirt looks nice."

He scoffs, looking down at his attire. "It's a dark blue shirt." He says dumbly.

"I know, but it makes your eyes look pretty." You explain to him.

"But my eyes are brown." He says in the same confused tone.

It's no secret that he's terrible at taking compliments- you're guessing it's not a common occurrence- so you give him them just for his amusing reaction... and because it probably makes him feel good. "I know that, too. I just think blue suits you."

He dips his head, but you can still see his smile. "Thanks."

"Ready then?" You ask, standing up and stepping out from behind the desk.

"Don't do that." He requests softly. You know what he means, but you frown, feigning innocence. "Act like this is just... sex."

God, sometimes he is so emotional. "Take your pants off." You instruct.

Thankfully, his chattiness has calmed down, and he follows your instructions, putting his gun in his gun safe and undoing his belt while you pull your top off.

You're getting started on your skirt when he stops you, placing his hands on your hips. "Wait, wait."

"For what?" You ask, letting him maneuver you.

"You just look hot in pencil skirts." He admits with a smirk as he checks you out, and there's no bigger confidence booster than that.

You grin, noticing an obvious sign of his arousal. "Unfortunately, too tight for you to fuck me in."

"It's too tight for that, but it is not too tight in general." He assures you with a wink.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. You feel much worse when his lips taste like strawberry lip balm, but they don't today. They feel soft, molding with yours so perfectly you can't imagine kissing anyone else. Those glorious big palms of his travel to your ass, expectedly, and he squeezes until you're moaning into his mouth.

His pupils are darker when you pull back to get some air. "Fuck me, Aaron." You say, your legs too weak for him already for it to be a demand but feeling too intense for it to be a request.

"How do you want it, doll?" He asks. "On my lap, sitting on my desk, or bent over my desk?"

"The latter." You respond, overclouded with lust.

That cocky look takes over his face again. "Want it rough, huh?" He asks smugly, not waiting for verbal confirmation before tightening his grip on your hips, spinning you around, and all but throwing you onto the desk. You prop yourself up with your hands, pushing some of the paperwork on his desk aside.

You press your ass back into his crouch when you feel him behind you, and he groans before stopping you so he can yank your skirt down your legs. Your panties are off a second later, which you've learned not to step out of, knowing he'll snatch them.

Then his hands are off you, and you feel a little empty without them, so you take your bra off and look over your shoulder at what he's doing.

He's so attractive. Even without his shirt taken off, you can see his bulging muscles, and his hand wrapped around his dick makes it look delicious.

"Aaron, hurry up." You insist impatiently.

"Do you have somewhere else you need to be?" He asks arrogantly. "I told you you're not allowed to think about anyone-" He punctuates the word by running his finger through your folds- "else while we're doing this."

His touch melts you in a second. "I'm not. I promise."

"I'll make damn sure of that, doll." He vows, and you're not prepared for it, but he lines himself up and pushes his dick into you.

"Aaron." You whimper, tucking your chin down. "Feels so good."

He nods in agreement. "Mm-hmm." He agrees, stilling inside you.

It feels wrong to have him inside you raw. It's probably the only thing about this whole thing that feels wrong, but knowing you're meant to be squeezing your husband's dick like this, and his wife is meant to have him inside her without a barrier, makes it immoral.

"Move, please." You request, leaning back to tap him to emphasize your ask.

Aaron does what you ask, also not in the mood to tease tonight. It's less common than him teasing you, and it's hard not to prefer it when he's thrusting in and out of you with speed and strength.

Your fits grip on his desk as he continues pounding into you, the obscene sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room.

He's in total control, like always. It's second nature to him and you don't mind one bit.

"Fuck." You curse when he adjusts his hips and hits inside you at the perfect angle. It's dizzying, and it makes everything inside you feel like it's on fire.

"Yeah? Am I giving you what you want?" He presses, a sucker for praise as well. Your answer comes out through broken moans. "Not thinking about anyone else?"

You shake your head quickly. "No. No one but you."

His grip on your hips is bruising, and you're thankful there's no one to notice them. "Good." He huffs, no doubt throwing his head back as he groans.

"I'm c-close." You moan, squeezing around him and grinding back against him as you chase your orgasm.

"I know." He assures you. "Come around me, doll." His fingers move to your clit to get you closer even quicker, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for you to be screaming out his name as you reach your high.

Aaron's quickly after you, pumping his cum deep inside you and making you moan. He falls forward, kissing your bare shoulder sweetly. A mistake? Yes. Do you like it? Yes.

He pulls out after a moment, making you wince at the overstimulation. "I know, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, assuring him it's okay and standing up as he moves from behind you. You're always quick to redress, even though it's so late that it's closer to people arriving in the morning than when people left at night.

"Sorry about your desk." You remark, looking at the paperwork everywhere.

He's working on the buckle of his belt as he looks up at you. "It's okay."

"So what excuse are you giving your wife for not being home?" You ask, probably pushing the boundaries but why not?

"What's hers?" He asks rhetorically, dancing around a vital piece of information. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an explanation. "She left."

"With Jack?" You interrogate. It's not meant to sound so captious, but it comes off that way. You're not one for chatting after having sex with him, but you have to this time.

His jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare. He hates discussing Jack with you. In fact, you're the only person on the team he refuses to speak about his son with.

"Yes." He answers.

"I'm so-"

He cuts you off. "Don't." He says firmly, back in a Unit Chief tone. "It's not your business."

You chuckle lightly, feeling really stupid because the one time you offer a discussion about feelings, everything goes terribly. He says it unconsciously himself every time he calls you doll, that you’re only a toy to use and someone to talk to on his terms.

Alright." You grab the coat that you left on the chair. "Goodnight, Hotch."

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rustedhearts · 1 year

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Turn Me Loose (Steve Harrington x Fem!reader)

summary: steve has a hard time committing—you have a hard time letting him go.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ all out 80s: short fics based off 80s hit classics ♡ based off the song ‘turn me loose’ by loverboy

warnings: infidelity, loveless relationship (on steve's part), angst, break-up.

w.c: 2.2k

hawkins, indiana august 1987

Before you, Steve had a reputation.

Golden-boy, stellar athlete, peaked-in-high-school Steve Harrington was constantly surrounded by women. They rotated through the passenger seat of his BMW like a revolving door. Caroline on Monday, Heather on Wednesday, Natalie for the weekend. Word spreads quickly in a tiny town like Hawkins, and in no time, Steve Harrington became Hawkins' resident man whore.

But then he met you—and for the first time, he was hooked. He stopped going out of his way to chat up other girls at the mall, started calling you once a day. He was eager to take you out to dinner, overjoyed by every kiss and minuscule affection. There was something so enticing about you, and every moment spent with you felt like electricity in his veins.

At the five month marker, you decided to move in together—a small apartment on the outskirts of town. You fell into a normal routine, maneuvering around each other in the kitchen, falling asleep in each other's arms. You spent nearly every moment together, and it only took a few weeks of constant attention for Steve to feel suffocated. He quickly realized that your glittery charm wasn't enough to keep him satisfied.

It lasted a year before he cheated.

The first whiff of infidelity had you crumbling. Steve started coming home late, stopped answering the phone when you called him at work. His friends assured you he was just busy, stressed with the new role he took on at work as manager. But you could see it in the strained pull of their smiles—they knew, just as well as you did, that he was being unfaithful.

He came home one night drenched in sickeningly sweet perfume with lipgloss smeared on his collar, and you broke down. You spent hours screaming at each other, throwing anything in your reach at his stupid pretty face. He slept on the couch, and you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, he crawled into bed with you and wiped your face clean.

"Baby...baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid. I just...I don't know how to have a girlfriend, honey. I love you, you know I love you. I'm just not good at all this."

He promised it was the first and last time. A stupid mistake. He'd never make it again. He'd be better now. And you swore that if you heard he was unfaithful again, you'd pack your bags and be out of the house before he could even beg you to stay.

Steve lied.

But so did you.

♡ ♡

"Hi, honey."

You came flouncing into the room dressed for work, pencil skirt neatly ironed and blouse buttoned to the collar. You breezed past Steve at the kitchen island, hunched over a bowl of cereal, stopping only to press a kiss to his cheek. His reply came in the form of metal against porcelain, his spoon clanking into the bowl.

You pulled a mug from the cabinet and reached for the coffee pot, glancing at him over your shoulder with a raised brow.

"You okay?"

Steve's eyes barely flickered your way as he hummed, eyes empty and face blank. "Yep."

You swallowed, putting the coffee back. After a small sip of the bitter drink, you leaned back against the counter and flashed him a small smile.

"I was thinking we could have dinner together tonight after work? I'll cook—"

"—M' goin' out with Eddie."

Your cheeks warmed, heart sinking. You placed your coffee mug down and cleared your throat.

"Oh. Okay...I'll see you after then?"

Steve huffed, brushing his ruffled hair out of his eyes. "Maybe."

You smoothed your hands over your skirt, looking at anything but the bored expression on his face.

"Okay...have a good day, honey," you cooed, crossing the kitchen to stop next to his stool and press another kiss to his cheek.

He tipped his head away, and you pulled back with a frown.

"I love you."

Steve flashed a tight-lipped, toothless grin. "Mhm, you too."

You stomped down the stairs to the parking lot and slammed your car door closed, willing hot tears away before they soiled your makeup. Steve had been like this for weeks now. He was there, but he acted like it was inconvenience to him. His annoyance was always a little too evident. You wished he'd try a little harder to hide it, or at least keep it tucked away until he went out with Eddie Munson. You knew every time they 'went out,' it was to pick up girls at The Hideout and complain about you.

But all you did was love him. Why couldn't he see that?

Back in the apartment, Steve shoved his head into his hands at the kitchen island. His cereal was soggy, his head was pounding, and the kitchen still smelled like your perfume. It was the same one you'd been wearing for years, and it used to make Steve woozy and lovesick. Now, it just made him plain sick.

You were gorgeous, no doubt. Sweet, funny, loving, and kind—but Steve just didn't love you. He wasn't sure he ever really did. But you were always there, promising him happiness and looking at him like he was the best thing in the world. You fueled his ego, at least for a little while.

Now, it wasn't enough. He was bored. And no matter how many times he cheated, how many times he left you waiting or wondering, no matter how many times he flaked on plans you'd had for months—you always stayed. He didn't know how else to drive you away.

"She just won't break up with me," Steve groaned to Eddie that night.

They were sitting at a sticky, wobbly wooden table at The Hideout. The crowd was sporadic, the hour still a little too early for most. But Steve's beer glass was already half empty, and two shots had already been thrown back. Eddie chewed on a toothpick and rolled his eyes.

"Crazy idea, Harrington," he droned, tearing the took pick from his mouth, "why don't you just break up with her?"

Steve winced and grimaced, gazing down at his frothy beer. He gave his glass a shake on the table, sloshing it around.

"I can't. I can't do that to her."

Eddie shook his head, reaching over to punch Steve's arm. "Oh, sure you can, champ."

Steve pushed him away, eyes drooping.

"Eddie, I'm serious, I can't."

Eddie leaned his elbow against the table, cupping his hand over his forehead. His patience for dealing with his best friend's relationship had been wearing thin for a while now.

"You dip into a new pussy every night, but you can't cut this girl loose?"

Steve's cheeks burned at the admission, but he concealed it with the rim of his beer glass, gulping down the tangy liquid eagerly. He slammed the empty glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I don't want to hurt her."

For a moment, it was quiet, the void filled only by the low hum of the jukebox playing a KISS song—until Eddie cackled so loud heads turned. Steve's own snapped up to glare at his friend, who had fallen into a hunched over fit of laughter.

"Alright, shut up," Steve scowled, scratching at his hair.

Eddie clutched his stomach, gasping in air.

"You cheat on this girl regularly, shove it in her face, but can't break up with her be-because you don't want to...hurt her?"

Eddie giggled again, waving his hands as if in a plead to make Steve stop amusing him, but the latter could only glare at his friend across the table.

"Oh, now that is rich, Harrington," Eddie chuckled.

Steve snatched a pretzel from the bowl between them and gnawed on it anxiously. He looked off toward the bar, where a familiar long-legged redhead perched on a stool. She waggled her fingers at him, a sideways smile painted on her red lips. Steve sighed, shoving the rest of the pretzel in his mouth.

"I gotta break up with her, don't I?"

Eddie eased back into his chair, following Steve's line of sight toward the redhead. Eddie crossed his arms, head shaking again slowly.

"Someone's gotta put an end to this shit."

Steve tore his eyes away from the girl, nodding in agreement toward his friend. He motioned toward the tequila shot sitting in front of Eddie.

"You gonna drink that?"

Eddie held his hands up in surrender, and Steve quickly snatched the glass and threw it back. He groaned at the sting, stood to his feet, and clapped Eddie on the shoulder.

"Thanks, buddy. I'll see you later, yeah?"

Eddie opened his mouth for a reply, but Steve was already off. Eddie watched him stagger toward the pretty girl at the bar, and snickered when she immediately began to giggle as he leaned against the bar beside her.

"Stupid bastard," Eddie muttered.

♡ ♡

That weekend, Eddie hosted a party at his trailer. You always tagged along with Steve when Eddie had a party, and tonight was no different. You sat on the bathroom sink and smudged eyeliner on your lash line, mouth hanging open as you applied mascara. You called to Steve to toss you your lipgloss on the dresser, and when he came into the bathroom to hang it to you, he paused in the doorway.

"What?" you asked, turning to take it from him.

He shrugged, head shaking. "Nothin'. You look pretty, s' all."

You broke into a smile, heart thumping hard in your chest. He hadn't given you a compliment in a while. Steve realized, as you thanked him sweetly and giggled to yourself, that he hadn't seen you smile in a while, either.

He trudged into the living room to wait for you with a lump in his throat.

At the party, Steve excused himself to get a drink, and immediately cornered Eddie in the kitchen.

"I'm doing it tonight," he declared quickly.

Eddie pushed Steve back by the shoulders, tossing him a look. He dipped into the cooler on the counter and pulled out a beer for Steve.

"Doing what?"

"Breaking up with her."

Eddie tossed his head back with an incredulous groan. "Dude, seriously? Don't fuck up my party with your drama."

Steve snatched the beer in his hand and scowled. "I'm not gonna fuck up your party, man. Just don't let any of the hot chicks leave. Thanks, buddy."

Eddie glared at the back of Steve's head as he rushed off, shaking his head to himself again. What a tool.

You were waiting for Steve in the living room, smile slipping when he came back with only one beer. Seeing the change in expression, he handed it off to you.

"You didn't want one?"

Steve shrugged. "I'll get one later."

You accepted the sweating bottle gingerly, flashing a smile. You hated beer, and after over a year together, you figured Steve would've remembered. But it was the thought that counts.

"Thanks, honey."

Steve sank down beside you on the small couch, hands clasped together dangling over his knees. You took a tiny sip from the bottle and winced, clearing your throat to combat the taste. Steve ran a hand through the front of his hair, scratching at it frantically. You frowned, reaching over to rub his shoulder.

"You okay, Stevie?"

Steve sighed, hooking his chin over his shoulder to look at you. Just one last time, he wanted to look at you and know you were his. His heart squeezed at your eyes blinking up at him, your lips pouty and glossed. He felt terrible, but it wasn't right. He couldn't let this go on.

"Actually, can we go talk somewhere? Just us?"

You pulled your hand away, searching his eyes. They were softer than you'd seen in a long time, round and doe-like. He looked sad.

"Yeah, okay."

He took your hand to guide you toward the hall. His touch was soft and warm, and you could only peer at your intertwined fingers longingly as he pulled you into Eddie's room. Steve gently nudged you toward the bed, and as you sank down onto the edge and watched him pace, you suddenly knew exactly what he was going to say.

Steve's hands found his hips, head hanging toward the floor to watch his feet stride back and forth. You sighed, pulling at the soggy beer label with your fingernail.

"I know what you're gonna say, Steve."

Steve came to a halt, eyes wide on your deflated figure.

"You do?"

You nodded, grinning solemnly. "Yeah, honey. Yeah, I know."

Steve sighed, and when he sank to his knees in front of you on the carpet, he felt like the world's biggest loser.

"We should've done it a long time ago, baby. I just...I can't be anybody's boyfriend, you know? I don't know how to...be good to you."

You nodded, and this time your smile was sarcastic. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

Your fingers were cold and damp as they swept across his forehead, brushing his hair aside. For the first time, you could see the guilt wading in those big hazel eyes. It seemed in that moment, Steve realized what he had all along.

"Good luck, Steve. I hope this makes you happier."

But it was too late. Slumped on his knees, Steve watched you walk out the door, and never look back.

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jeonginsdiary · 11 months

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Do you think you could do a lee jisung and ler Felix fic? As for the content, maybe.. Jisung was playing a video game but Felix decided to step in and challenge him to still win while being tickled, but if he lost.. hed have to be tickled until felix was satisfied!!

This is such a cute idea!

Me and @itzystopkiddingmenowloco kept obsessing over how cute it was😭

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

Lee: Jisung

Ler: Felix

Alliance: Minho

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Games

Jisung cheered in victory one again. He had been playing Mario Kart with Felix for what felt like hours and he had won every single one of them. Felix groaned in frustration, throwing his controller to the other side of the couch, a frown tugging on his lips. “This is too easy, Yongbok! Try harder!” Teased the day older boy, poking the Australians side to get the pout off of his face.

The blonde jerked away, though, there was now an evil idea forming in his head. “If you want it harder, then why don’t I tickle you while playing. We’ll see how good you are then~” Oh Felix knew he was being mean. But knowing Han, he was arrogant enough to take the challenge.

Just as the blonde had predicted, the boy accepted confidently.

A little tickling wouldn’t deter him! Or so he thought…

Smugly, the slightly older boy placed his thumbs back on the controller and began to play a new round.

Yongbok wasted no time in gently tracing his fingers around Han’s sides, smiling when the ace flinched, pressing his arms down in feeble attempts to protect himself while still maneuvering the character in his game. “Is it ticklish?” Cooed the deep voiced boy, digging in a little deeper as Jisung’s lips began to tug upwards.

“N-no, it’s not. I-I can still win.” Uttered the boy, now starting to twist his body around in hopes to detach the blondes fingertips from his midriff.

“Oh, so you’re playing tough?” Yongbok questioned, sneaking his hands under the boy’s shirt and scratching his nails on Jisung’s bare ribs.

The older jolted. “Stop! S-stop, Felix! I said stohohop!” He broke into a stream of giggles, trying to fight off the Australian while still playing.

The attacker smirked. He knew he was getting somewhere. Staying at Han’s ribcage, he changed his tactic to drilling deep into the area, emitting a jolt and a squeal from the rapper. “WAHAHAIT! Stahahap, this is cheheheating!” Said boy laughed out.

“Cheating? It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish!” Retorted the younger. Though, the blonde had noticed his opponents fingers were beginning to move messily around the buttons and his character was falling behind in the race, crashing left and right as the player made an effort to protect his ribcage.

Felix groaned, moving his hands down to the older’s stomach and fluttering around. “How long is this going to take!?” The blonde frustratedly moved around the area.

He was startled by a loud shriek and a giggly Jisung arching his back up, throwing his controller to the side. Yongbok grinned, his finger had run over the other’s bellybutton and he had seemed to find the spot that would finally break the rapper. “NOHOHOHO!!” Han screamed, desperately clawing Felix’s hand when the younger dug a finger in. The ace flopped around on the couch, his gummy smile on full display.

“That was too easy, Jisung!” Cooed the deep voiced boy, scratching around the area with the tip of his nail, satisfied with the squeal it pulled from the boy. “All it took was a single finger to make you lose!”

Han threw his head back with a ticklish yell, bucking around. “STAHAHAHAP TAHAHAHALKING!”

The younger smirked, shooting his fingers down to the boy’s thighs and squeezing the tops of it. Jisung kicked his legs and, at one point, pushed his legs outwards, giving Felix the perfect opportunity to knead the inner part.

Han let out a piercing scream, his laughter quickly silencing as he thrashed around and Yongbok could feel his heart flutter at the adorable sight.

Though, soon enough, Jisung’s voice had come back even louder and his struggling increased when the younger rubbed his thumbs in circular motions, right on his hips.

“FEHEHEHEHELIX! NONONO! I’M SOHOHORRY!!” The ace screamed, grabbing at Yongbok’s wrists and desperately tugging at them.

“You can’t take it?” Said boy laughed along with the other, loving how Jisung threw his head back with a blush coating his face.

“NOHOHOHO! I CAHAN’T, DOOOOOONT!!” The older squealed when the assailant slid his fingers down to the hollows of his hips, drilling into the sensitive nerves. Han was thrown into another round of hysterics, wrapping his fingers around Felix’s wrists yet again and pushing them with the little strength he had, arching his back up before slamming it right back down.

The younger let up, giving the rapper somewhat of a breather which Han gladly took, climbing off the older. “Who knew the tough and cool Han Jisung of Stray Kids could be taken down with a little tickling!” Felix teased.

Jisung scoffed. “I do not! I can stand it!” He retorted, playfully shoving at the blonde to which Felix mocked offense.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson!” The day younger declared. The rapper’s eyes widened in incredulousness but Yongbok was already calling for Lee Know.

It wasn’t long until said boy had come through the door, pulling Han’s arms above his head at the younger’s orders.

Now Minho wasn’t normally one to obey someone that easily. But when it came to his soft spot with Felix and the chance to absolutely wreck Jisung, he was quick to comply.

The rapper looked up at the older with pleading eyes. “Please don’t do this, hyung!” He begged squirming around their grips. Minho laughed, only tightening his hold on the boy’s arms.

“So… Jisung says he can stand being tickled.” Felix explained to the dancer while positioning himself on the boy’s hips.

Lee Know smiled, “That’s such a lie and you know it! You can’t even handle a poke to your ribs!”

Jisung’s head shot up in horror while Felix beamed in excitement. “Your ribs?” The youngest wondered aloud.

“Hyung! Why would you tell him!” Whined the ace, nonetheless breaking into an unwanted smile when Yongbok rested a finger on that exact area. “D-don’t!” He stuttered.

But to his dismay, the blonde was already dragging a finger up and down his torso, giving an occasional squeeze to see the other jolt.

“Wahahait!” Giggled the boy, yanking at his restrained arms. Felix grinned, digging into Jisung’s upper ribs.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAPP!!!”

Yongbok was having the time of his life! And he assumed Minho was too, judging by the look of adoration decorating the older’s eyes.

The longer Felix went, the louder Han got. “Go in between too!” Minho exclaimed as Jisung whimpered in nervousness.

“Stohohop spilling ahall myhy secrets! MIHIHINHO!!” A loud shriek left the ace’s mouth when the younger quickly drilled into the exposed crevices in his ribs, making sure to wiggle his fingers around.

Lee Know gasped. “No honorifics? Get him good Felix.” At these words, the Australian flashed his sunshine smile, glancing at the older before returning his eyes to the boy underneath him.

“Stop! I’m sorry, guys. Get off of me, pleEEEEEEEASE!!” The rapper screeched when Yongbok, once again, dipped a finger into his belly button, wiggling in deep. “I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He choked out, tossing his head back onto Minho’s lap.

The Australian let up, mouth curving upwards with the question he was about to ask. “Hey Jisung, do raspberries tickle you?”

The restrained boy felt his heart skip a beat. “No, they don’t! Stop!” He shivered when he felt his shirt being lifted up, revealing his pale tummy and his ribs, which stuck out clearly with how much he was arching his back in anticipation.

“Aw~ Look at your ribs!” Yongbok teased, pressing into them and watching as the other crashed back down.

“DOHON’T TOUCH ME!” Exclaimed the boy, bucking around when Felix began to lower his head.

Lee Know smirked. “Raspberries tickle you so bad, don’t they?” And Han knew his cheeks were turning red.

“No they don’t! They doHOHOHOHONT!” The younger finally took a deep breath, blowing all of the air right on top of the boy’s belly button, driving him to absolute insanity. “NONONONO! PLEHEHEASE!” The more the blonde kept up his attack, the more desperate Jisung got.

But all hope was lost when Yongbok placed a raspberry right on his ribs. The rapper screamed silently, the action vibrating so ticklishly into his skin. His begging stopped when his hysterics turned silent and he was thankful when the older finally released his arms.

After a minute of pushing at the younger’s head, he realized his attempts were fruitless and began to work his fingers into the nape of Felix’s neck. It was difficult for the ace as he was currently arching up and bucking due to the raspberries directly on his ribs, but it was manageable.

Jisung had successfully found the Australian’s neck, digging into it in hopes that he would be set free. He sure got the younger laughing but, instead of being released, Felix continued his assault, giggling into the boy’s skin, making it even more ticklish for the rapper. That was not what he intended…

Desperate, Han had resorted to grabbing onto the younger’s hair, not too forceful, but enough to get his point across.

“His smile is so cute, but I think he’s about to die.” The oldest of the three exclaimed, observing the younger boy who looked like he had gone mad, not being able to beg while his laughter was silent.

Yongbok let up, loving Jisung’s disheveled hair and blushy cheeks. “I’m sorry, please no more!” He begged.

Both the Australian and the dancer laughed. “You’re done now.” The younger reassured.

“I thought raspberries didn’t tickle you, but it looks like you were going crazy when ‘Lix did it. Especially when it was on your ribs!” Cooed the older.

“Shut up!” Retorted an exhausted Han.

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I’ll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

Part 3!!

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentioned of weddings, children, domestic abuse, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, Mentions of sex, engagements, bruises, guilt, mentions of death

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Penelope had looked up at Dave and then they both just stared at you, Aaron, and Mason with sympathetic eyes. You never came to Aaron to bring Jake into their lives. You were just trying to get out of your relationship, to lead a better life for Mason.

But now, Jake knows where you are, he knows Aaron has been with you. He’s never been fond of Aaron, especially when he knows you and Aaron have a history, that you two were engaged and you still loved him even though he broke your heart. Jake knew that, Jake was the one to help you get over Aaron in the first place. Jake was there for you when Aaron wasn’t. There’s never been a doubt that you would ever cheat on Jake though.

As much as you couldn’t stand him, you still fell into that trap of loving him no matter what. He was your husband, and he still is. You don’t even know if Aaron still loved you. Like, who could love you after what you’ve been through? Trauma, abuse, physical, emotional, and mental, who the hell was to love you if you couldn’t love yourself?

You stood up, taking Mason from Aaron’s arms and quickly packing the bag that was once packed. Aaron stood up next to you, shedding his suit jacket quickly so that he can maneuver more easily.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I’m going home.”

Penelope looked at you and then looked at Aaron, a mix of worry, fear, and sadness flashed in her eyes while saying, “He said he’ll kill you.”

“He’ll say it, but he doesn’t mean it. Trust me, I would know. I’ve been with him for 11 years. This. This is my life. Empty threats, yeah he’ll hit me, maybe throw something at me, but he won’t kill me. I’m who he needs. He can’t take care of Mason by himself, he won’t cook dinner for himself, he needs me.”

“No, Y/n, he doesn’t need you. I’m not letting you leave. You don’t know when he’ll snap, if anything, today might be the day. I can’t let you walk out of my life like that. I can’t let today of all days be the last time I see you alive. I won’t do it.”

Today was supposed to be your wedding day, all those years ago. You should have been celebrating your anniversary today, but instead, you’re fighting to get out of an abusive relationship. In any other world, it should have been you and Aaron and your 6 kids. But the world you were living in, didn’t work out. You wish it would have.

Every single day, your heart and mind was filled with regret for not fighting harder. It only made it worse when Jake started to point out your flaws and would say things like “no wonder why Aaron left you” or “Aaron was lucky to get out of his engagement before he married you”.

It was hurtful. What you thought you had with Aaron was the best thing to ever happen to you. You got with Jake and the honeymoon phase was over shortly, he quickly became very mean, and rude, every word in the dictionary that you could describe that awful man.

You started at Aaron when he brought up today. You don’t know what his coworkers know about you two, but they sure as hell were going to find out one way or another.

“Um, sir, why is today so important?”

You looked at Aaron’s tear-filled eyes as he held your son in his arms. The son that you wish Aaron and you got to have, but instead the son you and Jake had. When Aaron took a breath, it reminded you of those same eyes that stared at you on your and Jake’s wedding day. The eyes that you were trying to plead with to say “I object” at the wedding.

“I only want to say it once. Where’s the rest of your team?”

Rossi had moved to go move the team into the conference room and Penelope followed behind him, allowing you and Aaron some privacy. When you heard the door shut, you continued packing. Aaron quietly rocked Mason back and forth, not a word spoken from either of you.

Until you heard a sniffle. It didn’t come from you and it wasn’t a Mason sniffle, it was Aaron’s. When you looked at him again, he was sitting on his desk holding your son and staring at you while he had been crying.

“Aaron, you can’t cry and hold my son. You can’t cry in your office. You can’t cry on today of all days.”

You took your sleeping son from his arms and put him in the car seat. When you got him buckled in, you put your backpack on and looked at Aaron.

“Why can’t I cry? Huh? Mason should have been ours. You and Jake should have never happened. We should be married, we should have had our 6 kids or as many as you wanted. I was loving another woman when I was still in love with you. She died because of me. Jake will kill you, Y/n. You have to realize that.”

“No. No. You don’t get to do that. You can’t say that. Jake won’t kill me. I’m going to him before he comes here. You disabled the tracker, it’s fine. Mason is not ours. You don’t know Jake as I do. Aaron, You have Jack. I’m sure Haley didn’t die because of you.”

“She did. Everything that I feared with you, happened to her. I couldn’t see my son for 3 months because he was in witness protection. I missed his birthday, I missed his first soccer game, and I missed out on 3 months of interaction because a serial killer was after them. She was murdered by a serial killer, George Foyet, the Reaper. What if that had been you? What if I had been left alone to raise 6 kids.”

You didn’t know the details of Hailey’s death. You only knew that she was dead because of Sean. He had reached out to you to tell you. He always rooted fro you and Aaron from the beginning. He always wanted you and Aaron to be together for the rest of your lives, but it didn’t work out like that.

“Aaron, you hold a special place in my heart. You always will. You were the first and last man I had ever loved. You were the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I know you wouldn’t have given me the amount of trauma that Jake has given me and will continue to give me, especially after this stunt I pulled. He’ll slap me around a bit, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

When you looked at Mason in his carrier, you then looked up at Aaron and stepped closer to him, taking his hand in yours. Oh, how you missed the feeling of his hand in yours. 2

“I’m sorry you went through losing Haley. I didn’t know the details of the death, when Sean told me she was killed I didn’t want to press you for questions when I met up with you. I just wanted to talk about good things, especially when I knew it’d be the last time I would see you. We don’t have any children together, we never got married. Life could have turned out much different if we both fought harder, but we didn’t. That’s on both of us. Each of us got an ending that neither one of us wanted, but that’s nobody’s fault to blame but ours.”

“I wish we would have gotten our happy ending. It deserved to be you and I and 6 little kids that look like the perfect mix of you and I.”

You gave him a sympathetic look and then looked at the clock on his wall. It was only then that you noticed a small picture of you and him from all those years ago on his desk. You simply wiped your tear and let go of his hand.

“Your team is waiting for us. I want to thank them, tell them who you really were to me, and then I’m leaving.”

You went to pick up Mason’s car seat from the ground and Aaron had to turn away to ignore the bruises and cuts that covered your lower back.

It was tearing him to pieces knowing you were going to walk out of the BAU today and he might never see you alive again. He didn’t want to see you in a casket, him dropping roses off at the cemetery once a week, watching Mason grow up in an orphanage because his only loving parent was dead and the son of a bitch that killed his mom would be behind bars as long as Aaron lived.

“Let me carry him. Relax.”

Aaron took Mason’s car seat carrier from me and we walked into the conference room. The team all stopped talking and looked at you and Aaron. Aaron placed Mason’s car seat down on the table and he stood by it, gently rocking Mason back to sleep.

“So, you’re probably all wondering more about me. I’m sure you all know I’ve had some type of past with Aaron, so here it goes. I was best friends with Sean growing up, then I slowly fell in love with Aaron as he did with me. We got engaged 13 years ago, and about two months before our wedding, I ended the engagement.”

You watched Aaron tense up. In a room full of profilers, only you knew that he tensed up because you weren’t the one who ended the engagement, he was. He knew you were lying for him. You shouldn’t be protecting him. But that’s the girl who he was in love with. The one who put everyone else first but herself. He fell in love with you because you two were similar, he put everyone else first before he put himself, and that’s why both of you would be taken care of. Well, that’s how it first worked out in his mind, but here, watching you, there’s no way in hell he’s going to lose you again.

You took a deep breath and continued, looking away from Aaron.

“Today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary. We remained friends after the engagement. Well, it took me a long time to come around to him because I had so much guilt about it. It took me a year before I was going out and had a good time. I met Jake shortly after but then started seeing him romantically. He knew all about Aaron. Jake was the one to tell me not to blame myself, but then Jake and I got together, and Aaron and I started doing monthly lunches when we could. I learned he fell in love with Haley, and he learned about Jake, but only the good, I was too scared to tell him the bad. So yes, we do have a history. I’m leaving back to my home. You’ve all been great to me, I wish I would have met you all under better circumstances. Thank you for getting the tracker out of my car. I hope we meet again. You all have been wonderful.”

“No, no, you can’t go. He’ll kill you. He said he’ll kill you.”

“Oh, sweet, sweet, Penelope. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s your sunshine that gets me through the days, knowing that Aaron’s got sunshine at work when he’s not with Jack.”

The team stood closer to you and you shook everyone’s hand. Not a set of dry eyes in that room. You felt Penelope squeeze your body and heard her let out a little sob. Why were they crying so much over you? You don’t know them personally. You loved that they were so kind to you and your son, but you didn’t know them personally. They didn’t know everything that went on in your life. They didn’t know what you were going home to.

The only person in the entire room, who knew what you were going through, was the one man who put you into this position. Had he never broken your heart, you’d still be with him. He had been abused by his father, he was a victim, too.

When you got to Aaron, you just looked at him. The words failing you once again after all these years. You weren’t ready to say goodbye. You knew that you wouldn’t be seeing him again, especially when Jake founds out you had the tracker disabled and you went into a government building.

Rossi said, “We’ll give you two some privacy.”

When the team slowly filed out of the room, Rossi shut the door behind him and you looked at Aaron. Simultaneously, you both grabbed each other into a hug. You needed to tell Aaron you’d be okay. The problem was, that’s what you were telling yourself, and your words were not coming out of your mouth. You thought you began to speak but you realized it was him.

“I need you to be okay, please. I promise I will put Jake in jail. I will get you sole custody of Mason. Even though I’m not a practicing attorney, if I have to become a lawyer again, I will. When this is all over, I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I just need you to be okay. Please stay with me. Stay here if you don’t want to stay with Jack and I. Rossi lives in a mansion, he has an extra bedroom, extra two bedrooms, and he has all the space you need to live with Mason. Just please don’t go, Y/n. I need you to be okay, I’m telling you, Jake will snap. You have to believe me.”

“Aaron, I’m leaving. Okay? I have to go. Just let me go. I need to go back to him. He’ll only be more upset with me if I don’t go back to him.”

Aaron cupped your face. It sent chills down your spine because of the way you felt to be touched by him again. It wasn’t even sexual. You would stand there, in his arms, and just want to be held by him for as long as you could.

Being in Aaron’s arms just felt right. You couldn’t deny the feeling of safe and comfort of being in his arms. A part of you felt guilty for being this way, but for the years of abuse you had to endure, you shouldn’t feel guilty.

“I don’t want to let you go. If I let you go, I will never see you again.”

“Aaron. You have to let me go. Let me face him, give your attorney my work email. I know you can track that down. Well, maybe not you, but Penelope. Penelope can track me down. I go by my maiden name at work, so, please. Have them get in contact with me please.”

You let go of Aaron and saw how upset he was. If he had been this upset with you many years ago, you don’t know if you would have been able to leave him after what he had done to you. He was hurt. You don’t know how he was hurting when you were the one who was in an abusive relationship.

Mason started fussing and you looked at Aaron. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He was afraid that he would never get to see you again. He would never get to hold you in his arms again. He was afraid that if he let you walk out, the next time he’d see you is if Jake had beaten you to death. Or what scared him the most was the thought that he’d have to console your son when his mom was in a casket, being put 6 feet deep while Jake would rot in prison. If you wound up dead, Aaron sure as hell was not letting Jake get away with it.

“Aaron, I really have to go. I’m sorry. Whatever happens, just know I have always loved you. You hold a special place in my heart Aaron Hotchner. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us. Don’t blame yourself for whatever happens to me. I’ll be okay. I’m always okay, remember? Thank you for what you have done for me, Aaron. I mean it. You were my one true love. I know I might not have been yours, but just know you were mine. I really have to go. I love you, Hotchner.”

You leaned up, kissing his cheek. You didn’t miss the way his eyes closed when you touched his cheek and kissed it. You didn’t miss how his tear had landed on you when you were saying goodbye to him. You didn’t miss the way your heart broke saying goodbye to one of the good things in your life.

Just as you were walking out of the office, you didn’t miss him whispering, “I love you. Please be safe.”

As you made your way back into your car, you didn’t know what your fate would be. You just took a deep breath, got Mason into his seat, fixed up your car so that it looked clean, and then got in the driver’s seat. As you took one last look around of a safe place, you started to drive back home.

You didn’t know what hell would await you. You didn’t want to think what was to happen in the next hour or so. You just wanted to think of something good. So you thought back to one of yours and Aaron’s happy memories.

**12 years ago**

“Honey? Are you about ready to go? We don’t want to be late for the wedding.”

One of your best friends was getting married. Your were dragging Aaron along with you for the night. Knowing that one of the groomsmen had a thing for you and you weren’t putting up with it tonight. You know he just wanted to get the night over with, get you back home so you two could be in your bed, naked, and spending quality time together.

“I’m coming, Hotchner.”

When you walked down the hallway, he was putting his suit jacket on and he stopped when he saw you.

“Wow. You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

As he pulled you into a kiss, he squeezed your butt, making you chuckle. You knew he was going to be handsy tonight. You knew that he’d be love drunk following you around, wherever you were going at the wedding. That’s what made you so excited to marry him. In just a few short months, it was going to be you and him, celebrating your marriage with your friends and family.

“Let’s go to the wedding, we’re going to have a great night. You’ll have all the whiskey you could imagine, we’ll dance a little bit, kiss a little bit, and have some fun.”

“I’m down with that.”

As you two rode in the car together, you singing along to whatever came on the radio, Aaron’s hand on your thigh, and you smiling just made Aaron fall more in love with you. He loved that you were an outgoing person. How you could walk into a room and brighten up anyones day.

As the ceremony went on and the night grew old, you found yourself back on the dance floor with Aaron. He began to smile at you. You were dancing and singing along. You got him to join in too. Maybe it was too mich whiskey in him, maybe it was because he found the person to get him out of his shell. A slow song playing from the DJ as you two danced away.

When both of your heartbeats fell into sink with one another as he held your body close and swayed back and forth to the music, he looked into your eyes, smiling forming on his lips.

“I can’t wait for this to be us at our wedding. Just you and I, on the dance floor, surrounded by our family and friends, swaying to the beat of the music.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life as Mrs. Hotchner.”

“And you will be the best Mrs. Hotchner in the entire world.”

It was that small memory that reminded you how much you loved Aaron. It was a happy moment that you held onto for a long time, especially when you needed to get through the rough patches in your relationship with Jake.

**Aaron had watched you back your car and drive away. He didn’t notice Rossi walked into the room with him until he heard him speak.

“Why are you letting the purest thing in your life get away?”

“She doesn’t want me to go after her, Dave. She doesn’t want me. At some point she did, but Jake knows where she was. She said that nothings going to happen to her, but we’ve seen these cases.”

“Then go after her, Aaron! Protect her.”

“I can’t!”

Tensions were rising between them, but that’s because Aaron’s emotions were coming into play. As a unit chief, he was always able to hide them away for the most part, but not this time. Not when you, the love of his life might wind up dead.

“I’m going to be the reason he kills her. I can’t do that to myself. I can’t let her be the 2nd woman I love, die, because of me. Two little boys motherless because of me. I won’t do it, Dave. I have to trust her. I don’t want too, but I have too. If she says he won’t kill her, maybe he won’t. I don’t want to put her in jeopardy by showing up to try and protect her.”

Dave handed him a case file and said, “This. This is what you’d be protecting her from.”

Aaron was confused. Why was Rossi handing him a file? It wasn’t the BAU’s case. He knows Jake wasn’t a criminal. Well, he wasn’t caught for domestic violence just yet, but Aaron will make sure that happens soon. He knows who you married. A case file is not important. The last thing Aaron wants to do is work on another case.

“What is this?”

“When we were going through her car, we saw a box of photos and letters. We confiscated them to help her case. We didn’t realize she’d be going back. Garcia started reading through some of them, Reid went through all of them. They’re all addressed to you, Aaron. It’s like a box of unsent letters. This file is just an over view. The photos. I have the letters in your office. JJ’s taking Jack for the night, Henry wants a sleepover with him. You can’t be with him when you read those letters. Just know, when you read whatever she wrote, every intimate detail, every curse, every blessing, just know she wrote it for a reason. The monster in there, that’s who you’re trying to protect her from. You’re not the one she needs to be protected from.”**

You didn’t know what your future had in store for you. You didn’t know if you’d be alive tomorrow. You didn’t know if you’d ever get to see the love of your life again. What you do know is that you had happy memories with him, that’s what you needed to hold onto.

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Prompt: blind bug taste test with Rebecca getting increasingly disturbed by renfield's accuracy.

[BIG WARNING FOR DEPICTIONS OF LIVE INSECT CONSUMPTION AND JOKING ABOUT IT]

Rebecca had made a lot of questionable choices in her life. The tattoo. The blonde highlights. The high school talent show. But she emerged from those choices a better, stronger, more determined person.

Right now, she's not sure she'll get out from under this one.

They had been drinking when she came up with the idea. Robert, her best friend, had been sharing more from his weird, long life over a sugary drink he had picked based on the name- Grasshopper.

"Doesn't taste anything like a real one," he commented. Rebecca smirked into her Zombie.

"Oh yeah, I bet you became a real, uh, insect connoisseur , huh? Like those assholes who go to wine tastings?"

Robert shrugged. "I know the taste of a cricket from the taste of a spider, sure."

"Bullshit."

Robert just looked at her as he sipped his drink, his crisp blue eyes glimmering with something that looked damn close to mischief.

"I'll bet you," he said softly, "that I could identify any bug you give me, by taste alone."

"You're on, freakazoid" Rebecca said affectionately. They shook on it.

So here they are a week later, in Robert's apartment. Robert's sitting at his little dining table, hands in his lap. He's wearing a silky pink blindfold (when he had triumphantly revealed he owned one, it led to a very sclipped conversation about his dating life- it was going very well, he was exploring to find out what he liked, yes Rebecca I know what safe words are, look you said I needed a blindfold for this, I have matching handcuffs if you want to see those too...).

Rebecca puts insects in little paper cups. It's like pill sorting, she thinks, only the pills are wriggling.

"Okay, hot shot," she says, "time to test your taste buds. Taste bugs? Bug-" She sets a tray of paper cups on the table. "Whatever. I'm not a word person."

Robert smirks. He holds out a hand and Rebecca hands him the first little cup. He throws it back like a shot and crunches it.

"Hm. Cricket. Easily."

Rebecca nods. "Yeah, okay, but you could hear it, too, so no point." She passes him the next cup.

This one he reaches into and pulls the bug out. "Hey, that's cheating, maybe," Rebecca protests as Robert bites it in half.

"Ooh, centipede. Millipede?" He gives a thoughtful couple of chews. "Yeah, centipede."

"Yeah, but don't- don't touch 'em, okay?" Rebecca suppresses a gag and hands her friend the next cup.

Robert treats it like a shot glass again and almost chokes.

"Fuck! You found termites? Eugh. Never cared for those."

Rebecca begins to feel the prickle of regret in the back of her neck. The next challenges go by too easily.

"Maggots."

"Caterpillar."

"A juicy spider."

"Ah, a proper grasshopper."

"Fly."

Rebecca is genuinely disturbed. She knew Robert had eaten bugs throughout his life. 'Their life force gives me power,' he had told her shortly before eating a kid's ant farm and ripping the arms off an armed thug. He hadn't eaten any since they had chopped Dracula up, mixed him in concrete and tossed the chunks into the sewer. Maybe I just assumed he wouldn't remember their taste, she thinks. Or maybe I convinced myself he was full of shit. Fuck! I can't lose this stupid bet.

She looks at the tray. The little paper cups are empty.

Suddenly, she gets an idea.

"Okay bug boy, I got one last test." She slips back into the kitchenette and grabs her bag, rustling around in it, then pulls out what she was seeking. She drops it in a little paper cup and, wearing a shit-eating grin, walks back over to the dining table. She takes Robert's hands and maneuvers the cup into them.

Robert brings the cup to his lips and opens his mouth and tilts his head back. He dumps the cup's contents in and starts chewing, then just as quickly, he stops.

"What the fuck-"

He starts chewing again, slowly. He tries to swirl the bug around on his tongue, trying to get a flavour. "This is so fruity... what is this?"

He reaches up and pulls off his blindfold. "Fuck, you got me. I have no clue what I just ate."

Rebecca whoops triumphantly and snaps finger guns at her bewildered friend. "That was a gummy worm, motherfucker! Oh yeah!" She folds her arms. She's beaming. "Not so, uh, sharp, in your old age, huh?"

Robert is chuckling and rises to go get a drink. "You're a jerk, Rebecca" he says happily.

"A jerk who won a bet," she corrects.

#renfield

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I know you have many Drabble lined up and I’m sorryyyy but the song Whiskey Lullaby is so good and aaaaa

It doesn’t remind me of Roach, well the tune and soft notes yes. The actual lyrics and meaning is very different, but I was wondering if like- I don’t know how to phrase stuff.

Try and write a little snippet maybe centered around the song with either RoachGhost or RoachSoapGhost?

It’s such a sad and bitter(sweet?) song. And it’s all I’ve been able to think about this last week ajxbajjsjxhshs

I know you said you were thinking tune and soft notes and not necessarily the meaning or lyrics so while I initially was going to write GhostRoach with Roach thinking Ghost was cheating on him with Soap (To match the song better), I'm using that to justify not writing that and writing something that would make me a little less mad but kinda fits with the not being able to live without each other theme of the song

Whiskey Lullaby

Ghost dies in Russia.

It's a sudden thing, his death. They're caught off guard when it happens and, later, when Roach is sobbing himself sick back home, he can't help but blame himself. Maybe if he'd paid more attention, maybe if he'd seen the signs, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

They're pushing up to one of Makarov's bases with the rest of the 141, it's a mission they've done time and time again. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of the ordinary until suddenly, over the massive walls of the base, they had six snipers pointed down at them, ready to take fire.

Somehow they'd known they were coming. They'd been patient. They'd waited until they were close to them with little to no cover before making themselves known.

Their team went scrambling with Captain MacTavish calling orders for them to fall back to the cover of the forest again before opening fire on the men. Roach does as he's told and only two members of their team are shot on the run back, evasive maneuvers throwing off the snipers well enough that they'd only lost two men. At least that was what Roach thought.

They tried to fight the snipers but at that point, the entire base knew they were there and men were running out to approach them at their cover. Men, dogs, guns. They were ordered to retreat, to rush back to their extraction zone.

Roach ended up with Ghost and, though he noticed the other man was moving a bit slower than normal, he didn't think anything of it. At least he didn't think anything of it until, long after they'd lost the men trailing them, he watched Ghost take a tumble into the snow, crimson that was previously hidden by his dark clothes staining the white beneath him.

Roach had hardly been able to think when he collapsed next to him, his voice and hands frantic as he pressed over the wound, pulling Simon's mask up so that he could breathe better. The man was pale and his eyes were already hazy. He hadn't said a word, even as Roach begged him to talk, to do anything to keep himself conscious. He hadn't said a word. He'd just watched him with that soft look that was usually only reserved for their time alone.

There had been no pain on his face when his chest finally stopped rising. Roach had been screaming at that point, his voice hysterical as he tried desperately to find a pulse, as he shook the body of the dead man in front of him, begging him to come back to him. Nothing worked. Simon "Ghost" Riley was dead.

Captain MacTavish found them moments later and the look he'd given Roach when Roach begged him to do something was haunting. He knew what had happened. He knew there was nothing to be done.

He'd slung Simon's body gently over his shoulders and started off toward the plane, Roach following as sobs racked his numb body. When they were safe on the plane, when Simon's body was laid out before their entire team, Soap held Roach tightly as he sobbed and screamed. He didn't let go, even as tears of his own painted his face.

Roach dies in Brazil.

No one could say that it was too much of a surprise when it happened. They all knew that Roach hadn't been the same since Ghost's death. The months that it had taken him to come back to the team had been long and they'd all overheard one of Captain MacTavish's phone calls with the other man at one point or another. They knew that Roach was suffering.

And when he came back to the team, there was a period of calm. Of course, Roach was sad, of course, he was still suffering from Ghost's death, but for the most part, he was back to his normal self. Back to his normal bubbly self. That was until they'd gone on their first mission.

They all noticed it, of course, they did. Roach was being reckless, terribly reckless. Running into enemy fire without a care in the world, as though death was no longer something for him to fear. Soap had pulled him back from danger numerous times during the mission and he'd chewed him out something fierce once they were safe on their ride back to base, but everyone knew now. Everyone knew that Gary Sanderson had come back to the military to die.

They couldn't do anything, even Soap knew that. They could all see the stress that he was under because they couldn't do anything to stop Roach. They could try to keep him from getting himself killed, but they all knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before he died.

It happened in Brazil.

Roach had fallen from that roof and, for a moment, The entire team had feared that he was going to stay there and let himself be overwhelmed by the enemy force. They all shared a sigh of relief when he started running, they'd thought that they were in the clear.

When Roach made his jump to the chopper and they pulled him up onto the floor before them, they knew they weren't in the clear. Roach had blood in his teeth and this dizzy sort of smile on his face. Blood was pooling from his side. Later, Soap would dimly think through the haze of loss that the shot was in the same exact place as the one that killed Ghost. Like some sort of sick fate connecting the two men.

Roach died on the floor of the helicopter, a smile on his face as he stared off into the distance at something that none of them could see.

Perhaps the universe learned from that world. Perhaps it understood that you could not take one from the other and expect them to live with that. To continue living. Perhaps that is why, in every other universe, Ghost and Roach burn together.

#you asked luke #please don't hate me guys #ghostroach #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #this is like the only way that you will ever get dead roach from me

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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Back to the crime scene. With some extra luggage in tow.

You talking to us or Desuhiko? *gasp* Maybe it's Desuhiko's Lucky Day too. We should find out.

We should also get our lucky numbers while we're at it. This is a chance to correct a mistake.

Do you mean us or Desuhiko? Because we already know that it's Fubuki's Lucky Day. But it could be Desuhiko's too, we don't know.

You hear that, Desuhiko? You should leave the rest of the investigation to me. Today is your day to finally win back all the gambling debt you owe to Halara. Double or nothing! You can do it, man. I believe in you. You go do that.

FINALLY. YES.

Three!? Our lucky number is three!? I KNEW IT. What did I tell y'all?

The d6 was on three when it was first read. And we took three tries to save the falling guy. Of course our number is three.

Which means, by process of elimination, that our killer must be Yomi Hellsmile, #3 on our list of suspects! Case closed!

She clearly collects advertising revenue, yes. But that's not as important as our lucky number three!

That's a baseless accusation. He was most likely killed by the casino over something but there's no reason to assume it was this, specifically. Casinos get up to all kinds of shady dealings. There are plenty of reasons they might throw someone from the roof of their building.

Hell, maybe they caught him cheating. We don't know.

Okay, but... And hear me out on this... It seems pretty lucky for us that you're telling us that the lucky numbers are unlucky after all. Knowing which numbers are sure to lose is as lucky (and useful) as knowing which are sure to win.

Oh shit, you broke Fubuki's heart. Looks like it's the river for you.

Don't worry, it will be quick. Nobody ever told the Peacekeepers about the drowned coffee shop patrons so now they're feral. In the river. Thrashing around and devouring anything that falls into it. They're like man-piranhas. Nobody knows what's happening under the water or what to do about it now. It's a straight-up Lovecraftian nightmare down there.

There's a manual. Can I see the manual? I'm curious about the casino's Ultimate Grifting Instructions for their con artists.

We're looking for evidence of their malfeasance, right? Seems like that manual would be a good place to start.

All the more reason why it's unlikely that the man's death is related to this, specifically.

Speaking of, let's talk victim.

Shot in the dark, maybe he wanted out. That's the kind of job where it seems like a motive to kill might be linked to him trying to leave.

I'm not sure what we can do about it, to be honest. But there's no harm in investigating. Besides all of the harm that might be done to us if we investigate.

But, worse comes to worse, we have all the necessary resources on hand for the "Shove Desuhiko at them and run" escape maneuver.

Fubuki's enthusiasm is, as always, infectious. It's hard to be pissy when her boundless positivity is around. Let's go! We have a case to solve!

He's going to approach the nearest woman he sees and start pestering her. Then slowly work his way around the casino from there.

It's a terrible plan and we should do something else. Desuhiko is not the plan guy.

Like I said.

TEAM ALARM CLOCK RIDES AGAIN!!!

I knew you wouldn't abandon me, partner. T_T You wouldn't break my heart like that on my Lucky Day.

^_^ They're looking out for me. They really are my extra-special luxury friend. I will give you a pile of money, and then I will give you another pile of money. Maybe even a third pile of money. That is how friendship works.

Look at how mad Desuhiko is. He wanted so bad to show off and be the cool guy here. But it's impossible to be cool around Halara. Halara sucks all of the coolness out of the room and keeps it for themselves. They are a black hole of cool, using up every last ounce of coolness and leaving none for anybody else.

Now we know what happens if you ignore Halara when they're trying to needle their way into your investigation.

Y'know, this confirms what I was saying about them earlier. That the whole "I don't work cheap, you better pay my fee" is all poser talk. They want to get involved. That's why they're willing to extend such outrageous debt to people like Yuma who have no chance of ever repaying. Because it's all a ruse. They aren't here for the money. But if they can get money, that's a bonus.

Yuma falls for it every time. But Fubuki and Desuhiko called their bluff, leaving Halara scrambling to run after them and shout, "Hey, wait up! Don't leave me behiiiiiiiiind!" This is an incredibly revealing betrayal of Halara's allegedly heartless, iron-clad principles.

^_^ I'm so happy to have Team Alarm Clock reunited. With my temporal mastery and adventurous spirit, Halara's supreme capacity for unstoppable violence and cunning intellect, and Desuhiko present, this casino won't know what hit them!

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #fubuki clockford

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Accident…or not?

Scott Lang x reader

Words: 567

FLUFF BINGO

Hand uncomfortably on a colorful shape you maneuvered your last free limb onto another colorfully shaped circle.

How did you get in this position one might ask. Well it’s simple you and Scott were originally talking about Cassie and what games he likes to play with her which eventually led the discussion towards childhood games. And talking about your favorite games together made you both come to a realization.

That you’ve never played twister.

Which of course led your next date night to be just that. A game of twister.

Just as the game always is, it started out simple enough red hand on yellow, left foot on red.

But like any game of Twister it got uncomfortable fast, with your arms out like a crab while your legs were crossed on different colors. Scott stood legs far apart while he was bent over with his hands beside him when he had to flick the spinner again. You both watch as it spins and spins until it stops on Red.

With you occupying some red spots already his eyes skim over the colors and you notice his wheels turning before a smirk takes over his face.

“Oh don’t you dare.” You warn.

You watch in suspense as his arm moves towards the red, causing his body to curl over yours.

He put a little bit of his weight on you, a smile still clear on his lips. You knew what he was doing but like hell you were going to be the first one to drop on your first game of Twister.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m just playing the game,” he adds, putting a little bit more weight on you but you try to hold steady.

“Having fun?” You asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m having a blast,” he says voice genuine.

The pressure lightens a little as his teasing slacks. With a little help you spin the arrow until it lands on a nearby color making you safe once more but not so much since you’re still trapped under Scott.

He spins and you hear him let out a click with his tongue as the arrow lands on something that you can’t really get a good view of.

Scott thinks for a second before he suddenly sticks his leg out. Throwing his whole balance off, his arms weaken making him fall, pushing you down with him.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you body hit the floor with his body sprawled out over you.

You feel like you should be slightly upset but you can’t stop the laugh from leaving your mouth. Hearing your laugh prompted him to do the same and you could feel his chest moving up and down with his laughs, against your back.

“You lost.” You said in between laughs.

“Uh-uh your body hit the floor first so you lost.”

“Are you kidding me? The only reason I fell is because you took me down.”

“I guess we’ll never know who the real loser was.”

“It was you!” You bellowed, until you both settled down with him still laid out over your back. “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?”

“Maybe. Maybe not, you’re pretty comfortable.”

With a roll of the eye you shimmied your way out a little before pulling yourself out from him and pushing him, “c’mon let's go again. For real this time.”

#scott lang fanfiction #scott lang fanfic #scott lang imagine #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #fluff bingo

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tangiblejournal56 · 11 months

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7/19/11

Another night of shameless flirtation with Jacob as he gets progressively more & more drunk. He & Josh met me on the bus coming home from work, & once back at the apartment we all hopped into the pool. Back inside, we lounged around, Jacob & I watching Carpenter’s “Assault on Precinct 13” & throwing dice. I began drawing absurd prison tattoos on his skin with a blue Bic ballpoint, “Cunt Gash 4eva” across his knuckles, “Thug Life” on his forearm, a heart & banner with Thom’s name. He wanted a spider web on the back of his elbow. We were laying on our stomachs, so to pull this off I had to maneuver his arm under & between my breast so I could reach. He used this as an opportunity to cop a sly feel, his fingers pressing. As Josh was sitting four feet away, my immediate reaction was “Stop it!” in a low voice, smiling. I regretted my reaction though, it would’ve been more fun to flirt. I cooked us all some stir fry, one of the only dishes I can manage not to destroy, & when it was dark out, Jacob & I decided to get back in the pool. By this point he was pretty drunk & the pool was crowded. We joked around, grabbing each other, dunking & flipping over. On the poolside lounges he rubbed my aching shoulders, “You know you can ask for this any time, I don’t mind doing it.”

We talked lightly about a number of topics: his ex-girlfriend, whom he was with for a number of years, how she cheated on him & he broke up with her immediately, how strange he finds others’ reactions to cheating when it isn’t a snap decision to end it. I told him I’d cheated in one relationship in high school, then never again because of how guilty I’d felt, the damage & hurt it created. I said to my knowledge I’d never been cheated on. One of those was a lie. We discussed what family members we most took after, parenting skills, etc.

Despite all of the flirtation, it resulted in only sexual frustration, the only possible outcome from the start, as Josh isn’t working for a few days, leaving Jacob & I rarely alone. Oh well. I am getting better about being content with my big empty bed, though when it’s late & Max is texting me I find myself looking at the empty half longingly.

Max texted me the other night when I was crying, an outpour of frustration out of this feeling of codependence until payday, having helped Josh by moving when I didn’t want to, & his refusal to help me at all in return, another one-sided relationship in my life, shades of my biological father’s personality coming out in my brother. So overwhelmed, I vented to Max, who listened, assured me we’d soon be in Portland where no one would ask anything of me & I could be as self-serving as I wanted. He made me laugh by sending me pictures of his face, now sporting only a cheesy mustache, looking comical & ridiculous. Talking to him cheered me up immeasurably & I went to bed calm & with a renewed sense of backbone.

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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Deadbeat Pt. 1

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut/masturbation (implied/mild), cursing, abandonment, infatuation, alcohol, cheating, violence?, mild housewife kink?

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

There are no tags on this one, because no one has specifically asked to be tagged on smut fics and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!

I hope you all enjoy!

Tags and Requests are OPEN

“Get out of here Lee,” you spat, pointing to the door he just walked into the bar from. “You swore to Janie you wouldn’t touch a drop.”

“C’mon (y/n),” he said sitting at the bar anyways, a smug grin on his face, making you scoff.

“I ain’t having anything to do with you breaking your promise to that lovely woman,” you say confirming your point. You wipe your hands on the towel that was hanging from your apron.

“Jack and coke?” He asks, looking at you with eyes that would be endearingly puppy dog if it weren’t Lee Bodecker. You shook your head.

“A coke it is,” you say and he gives up trying for now. He regrets telling you on his last visit he’d be swearing off drinking cause Janie finally threatened to throw him out.

You slide a glass bottle of Coca-Cola down the length of the bar to Lee and he grinds his teeth slightly. The sugar was always his temporary fix. You also sent down his way a small bowl of roasted peanuts, feeling bad for the mess of a man.

“She’s gonna leave me anyways,” he grumbles and you shake your head, picking up on his attempts to illicit sympathy to coax you into giving him a drop of anything.

“Stop giving her a reason to Lee,” you point out, gesturing with your hands to emphasize that he was in the same small bar on the edge of town he always wandered into on weeknights. He’d tell Janie he was on duty but he’d really be down in this little box of a building getting drunk as a stunk.

“She’s the one who gone and cheated,” Lee said in an angry tone, not towards you, just at his situation. “That Miller fellow living a few miles down from me. I see his truck parked outside my house plenty of times to know he’s not just being neighborly.”

“I’m sorry Lee,” you say with a genuine tone of sympathy. You felt for him and his pain. You knew the stress of the job he led and the pain of knowing the love of your life don’t love you.

“She’s going to leave me,” he says, staring intently at the condensation on the bottle in front of him. “I’d been trying so hard for her and our marriage and she’s two timing with the neighbor when I’m out working.”

“And the thing is I don’t even care if she cheated,” Lee continued, “I’d look the other way if I knew she’d be staying with me. But it’s cause I know she don’t love me anymore. That’s what’s hurting me most.”

“Maybe y’all can work through this-“

“This was inevitable,” he says, cutting you off. You don’t point it out, cause he’s clearly distressed but normally you’d have no problem saying to Lee ‘Fuck you, let me finish Sheriff.’

“Do you got somebody?” Lee asks you. The question takes you back cause it wasn’t like the Sheriff to ask your about anything personal. He would come in, and you’d shoot the shit, exchange small talk, maybe some harmless flirting for a larger tip, but that was the extent of it.

“No, not anymore,” you say, having recently broke things off with your boyfriend. “I was seeing Arvin Russell for a couple months, but we just broke it off.”

“You’re too good for him anyways,” the sheriff scoffed at the mention of the Russell boy and took another swing from his bottle of pop. “How old are you anyways, sweetheart?”

“Twenty-one,” you respond, not thinking too much about the nickname. He had a habit of frequently using names like that when he talked to the women in this town. You think it started out as a tactic to win re-election and then it just stuck. He nodded.

“Yeah you two are around the same age,” he said, more so thinking out loud than it being a statement directed towards you. “Why’d you break it off?”

“Beat up my brother,” you answered, “Granted, the little shit had it coming. Can’t blame Arvin after I heard how the asshole was bothering that sweet thing Lenora. But he just took it too far. Almost killed the kid. The boy saw red so I got myself out of the picture. You can’t be with a boy who does that to your kin.”

Lee nodded understandingly. You didn’t interpret his actions or questions as genuine concern or interest in you, but that he was just asking you questions to distract from his marital woes.

“I’d do so many things different if I could be your age again,” he chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. “I’d sure as hell love to turn back time and have myself go down a better path.”

“It’s not just you, Sheriff,” you reply after collecting money another man sitting at the bar. You nod as a goodbye to the man, and then curse under your breath when he doesn’t tip you. “Asshole,” you mumble, tossing the few pennies into the tip jar. You walk back over to the sheriff and prop your elbows on the bar. “I’m sure everyone is this town wishes the same thing,” you say, trying to make him feel better.

“I’d love to just be your age again,” he says with a sigh, and then pops a small handful of the peanuts in his mouth. “Young, got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I’m not sure working in a place like this is setting me up for great things, Sheriff,” you chuckle moving to wipe the bar in the area where that other customer left. “A woman working as a bartender is equivalent to just being a whore according to the eyes of the Lord... at least in this town,” you laugh, using the towel from your apron to wipe the rings left behind on the countertop from the glasses.

“Arvin didn’t think so,” Lee countered, trying to make you feel a little better about your position. “I don’t think so. Hell, people in this town are so uptight about things that aren’t their business. You’re young, you need a job and you have one. It’s that simple.”

“I wish more people in this town thought that way,” you reply with a smile. “That new preacher last Sunday-“

“Don’t listen to that asshole,” the Sheriff scoffed, and chuckled when your eyes widened at his derogatory words towards the preacher. “He’s a showboating son of a bitch and he’s as phony as they come.”

“Those ruffled shirts are the most pretentious thing I ever seen,” you say, letting out a big laugh thinking about when he is giving a sermon in what looks like tacky prom attire.

“Pay him no mind,” Lee said, bringing the bottle to his grinning lips as he looked at you. “You’re a better person than he is.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” you chuckle.

“Have a goodnight hunny,” another customer at the bar says dropping cash on the table as they leave. “Goodnight Sheriff,” the older man tips his hat and then walks out.

“Have a goodnight Marvin,” you call after him, “Give my love to Loretta!” You clear the empty glass and drop the cash off in the register.

While you’re moving around, Lee takes a moment to actually look at you. Any man with eyes knew you were pretty, but he ain’t never noticed before just how attractive you were. His eyes lingered for a moment at how the canvas waist apron extenuated your figure. He couldn’t believe this stunning young thing was stuck in a place like this with a dead end job talking to a deadbeat like him.

“How long you staying for Sheriff?” You ask suddenly, pulling him out of his trance.

“Uh, not sure,” he says, looking up at the dingy Luger Beer clock that hung on the wall. “Why sugar?”

“Seeing as though your sober I was hoping I could trouble you for a ride home?” You ask shyly.

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “No trouble at all honey.”

“Thank you, Lee,” you say with a smile, making his heart skip a beat.

He’d talk to you most weeknights and never had this feeling. Maybe he had but he was too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice it. You were such a sweet girl, and he realized what an injustice it truly was for you to be stuck here.

The thought crossed his mind very quickly about if he wasn’t married- even though he knew divorce was coming around the corner any day now. If he had met you at a different time in his life if it would’ve been better. Instead of meeting you as an overweight, deadbeat of a sheriff which a drinking problem- he’d met you when he was fresh out of school, same age you are now. You all coulda fallen in love, started a family, and that would’ve been enough to keep him from taking up drinking in the first place.

He knew from the beginning Janie ain’t ever loved him. Hell, he’s not sure if he ever loved her thinking back on the whole relationship. Lustful, without any sort of promise behind it and they both were users. They used each other. He knew he treated her poorly as poorly as she treated him. He definitely had loved her, that much he knew was true, but now she’s cheating- something Lee never thought of doing at all no matter how many fights they had until the early morning hours.

As you maneuvered around behind the bar, locking up the liquor and wiping down the machines getting ready to lock up for the night, his mind played little tricks on him. The canvas apron was instead a pinafore, and the bar was his kitchen. He’d loved the sight, thinking about coming home to you instead of what was soon to just be an empty house.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be the one to keep his house. The idea of finding a new house- buying one for you, and being able to start over sounded like a dream life. Hell, he’d run away from this town right now if you said the word. He’s sure he could secure an election in another town, he had the connections to make it happen.

“I just got to lock up the office and I’ll be ready to go,” you say, untying your apron. He gulps and nods as confirmation. You disappear in the back room, cash drawer in your arms to lock away in the safe. He heads behind the bar to dispose of his empty bottle and the cardboard tray his peanuts were in.

You come back, your peacoat buttoned and the sash tied around your waist in a bow you had made. You had a small handbag in one hand, and your work apron in the other. Suddenly, he was nervous and didn’t know how to carry himself around you. Undeniably, the Sheriff was developing a crush. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He wanted to ask you out on a proper date, but he knew with his age and reputation- it wouldn’t be fitting. He was moving way too fast in his own mind to keep up with. Just daydreams, he thought to himself, suppressing the thoughts of a future with you for now.

“Okay,” you said, giving the place one more once over to make sure it was all set. “That does it.”

“After you,” he said, holding the door open for you. You giggled, and once you both were outside, you used your key to lock the front door. He held the door open for you to take the passenger seat in the cruiser. As you buckled your seatbelt, he walked over to the driver’s side and then slide into his seat.

You were a little nervous. You weren’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time you’d asked for a ride home. Usually, it’s never this late. When you close, you usually walk home alone. You definitely didn’t live that far, but again that was more dangerous than getting a ride home.

You realized that you were worried about nothing. You thought maybe some would accuse you of something scandalous, getting a ride home from a man so late. However, this was the Sheriff and the streets didn’t have another car on it at all. The town knew where you worked and if anyone were to see you, they’d know you were closing shift and you asked for a ride to avoid walking home this late alone.

“Thank you again,” you said, starting up a conversation as the sheriff was backing out of the tiny lot that was next to the bar.

“Oh, don’t mention it, hun,” he said, “It’s my job to make sure you get home safe. Your house is the white one at the end of Birch?”

“The very one,” you say, looking out the window. There aren’t any street lights, and the only light for miles is coming from the headlights of the cruiser. You don’t catch Lee stealing glances at you as he starts moving forward.

“How’s your ma doing?” He asks, making conversation.

“Oh, she left,” you said nonchalantly, and it makes Lee’s eyebrow raise in confusion.

“Wait. What?” He asks looking over at you for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.

“Oh, I thought you would’ve heard,” you say softly, your façade of indifference torn down. “She left us about a month ago. Met a man from Columbus and moved in with him. The whole town was talking about it for weeks.”

“So, is it just you and Tommy now?” he asks, wondering what kind of a mother leaves her girl to take care of her high school aged brother on what she makes at the bar.

“Oh, he went with her,” you explain, “House is all mine. After the whole thing with Arvin, she decided to pull him out of school and he goes to school in Columbus now. She wasn’t gonna bring him but after that, she changed her mind.”

“They just left you?”

“I chose to stay.”

“No offense but why would the hell would you chose to do that?” he jokes, making you laugh a little.

“It’s all paid off, and my grandpa left it to me and not her anyways,” you explain. “House has been in my name for three years now. And if we sold the house, she’d just piss the money away. Besides, would you move back in your mother now, Sheriff?”

“No, I can’t say I would want to,” he chuckles.

“So, I’m just supporting myself and that ain’t too bad,” you shrug.

“Sounds lonely,” he comments and you nod in agreement.

“It can be,” you admit, as he turns down your street.

“You ain’t worried living alone?” He asks.

“You tell me, Sheriff,” you joke, “If I got something to worry about it sounds like you’re not doing your job.”

“Ouch,” he says and holds a hand clutching his hand to his heart dramatically. It made you laugh, and it made him smile that he made you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.

“Thank you again, Lee,” you say sincerely, quickly kissing his cheek when he parks in front of your house. The gesture takes him back, and he’s relieved you can’t see how red his face is. He’s almost angry at how flustered you make him and you have no idea. “Have a goodnight,” you say.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he says, a little shakily. You get out of the car, and he watches you walk up to the porch, your hips swaying naturally, and he bites his lip. He groans, but at his disappointment in himself for staring again. You disappear behind the front door and he hits his palm on the steering wheel, trying to shake whatever feeling this was.

He reluctantly drove home, not wanting to have to talk or see Janie. He knew he was just heading home to a fight for being out so late, even though he knows she takes full advantage having fucking Miller over. His jaw is locked, angry about a fight he hasn’t even had with her yet. His cheek still tingles from your touch, and he thinks about if he should just leave Janie. He could just leave, get an apartment nearby or something. He doesn’t even care if she gets the damn house. He’s bracing himself for another night of fighting as he pulls into his own driveway and heading up to his own house.

He fumbles with his keys in the dark. He thinks he had the right one, but it doesn’t work. He tries another that is the same shape, still doesn’t work. He intakes a sharp breath and tries the first key again- he’s positive that’s his house key. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters when the key won’t even go into the lock. “Janie!” he shouts, pounding on the front door. She changed the locks.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, stomping down the front steps and walking around to the back door. He tries his keys again with no luck. He pounds into the door hard and incredibly loud. He knows she’s there, upstairs in their bed, ignoring his knocks. He tries the kitchen window, but it’s locked. Every window on the first floor is fucking locked. He curses again and heads back to his cruiser. He slams the door shut and his grip on the wheel is turning his knuckles white. Does she expect him to sleep in his car in the driveway?

He doesn’t even think about where he’s going to go, but he knows damn sure he’s not going to give her the satisfaction of sleeping outside of his house in his cop car for the whole town to talk about. He just pulls out of his driveway and starts driving. He isn’t even thinking about what route he’s driving, it’s like he’s driving on autopilot while he screams out every curse word in existence.

By the time he calms down, he realizes he’s driving down Birch again. His muscles in his body tense, and he thinks back to your conversation when he dropped you off. Your mother and brother were gone, meaning you have two spare bedrooms. He knows he shouldn’t but the temptation is way too overwhelming. He has nowhere else to go. If someone saw his car… well, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Your house is two miles away from your nearest neighbor, settled back at the end of a long dirt road. Someone knowing he was there was unlikely. He had people who could save your name. It was all innocent. Janie kicked him out and he knew you had an extra room. Hell, he’d rent a room from you- Wait. That’s perfect. That solved all of his problems and yours. He knows you were downplaying how hard it must be to keep up with the house and by him paying rent, you could take care of the house. It was a win-win.

He felt so confident now and he was so proud of himself for devising this plan. He parked his car out front and then walked up to your front door, knocking gently. The sound of the knock made him now incredibly nervous. He didn’t want to scare you or for you to think he was trying to take advantage. Granted, there would be a lot more than financial benefits to being able to live with you, which he knew were selfish, but the idea of being able to see you everyday was overwhelming. It was the closest thing to the dream he was wrapped up in back at the bar. He could live out his little pretend domestic bliss, and you’d get the money you need for the house. He knew he was insane and this was probably wildly inappropriate, but he knew you were too kind to turn him away.

You opened the door with a small yawn, a yellow bathrobe secured over your nightgown fully, to keep yourself decent when you answered the door. You were going to call the Sheriff when you heard the rapping at your door so late and ignore the knocks, but looking out the window of your bedroom you saw it was Lee’s cruiser parked outside.

“Lee?” you ask quietly, sleepiness very evident on your mumbled voice.

“Janie kicked me out,” he said softly, “Changed the locks on me. Darling, I’m so sorry for intruding but I have no where else to go.”

“Come in,” you say sympathetically, the news waking you up quite a bit. “Lee, I’m so sorry. You can take my mom’s old room; it’s got an attached bathroom you can use too.”

“Thank you (Y/N),” he says quietly. You close the door and secure the lock and the chain again as he looks around the house.

“Don’t worry about it,” you insist. “I can take you there. Follow me.”

You walk up the stairs, Lee following closely behind and he’s ashamed that he took the opportunity to just openly check you out again. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway lined with photographs in mismatched frames. You point to the door at the end of the hall.

“That’s the master,” you explain, “There’s a bathroom attached inside if you want to clean up or anything. There’re clothes in the dresser if you want pajamas- should be in the bottom drawer.”

“Okay, thank you,” he replies, looking down at you as you yawn again, and he notices how your hair is a little messy. The sight drives him wild.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for the taking to,” you offer.

“Look, (Y/N),” he says, “I know this isn’t the best time to be talking about this, but I really need a more permanent plan on where to go. I know it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but could I rent that room from you? Name your price. I figured… I really need a new place, and you could probably use another source of income to keep up with the house. Plus, it’s safer than living alone…”

“Um…,” you begin to speak, but you bit your lip, showing that you’re intently thinking about his offer. Everything he said was right. You needed the money, and he was right that living alone was dangerous in this town and living with the sheriff is the safest person there was in the whole town. People would talk, of course, but no one would deny that the circumstances were just ideal for the two of you and nothing more. You were an adult, a homeowner, and it was your business who you rented a room too. “Yeah, I think that makes sense for both of us,” you agree. “We’ll sort out the details tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he says with a smile.

“Alright, um,” you say crossing your arms around your chest awkwardly. “Goodnight, Lee.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Lee responds as you head back into your own bedroom. He let’s out a heavy sigh and heads into your mom’s room- or rather his new room. He’d have to figure out how to get his stuff back from Janie tomorrow. He’d really just need his clothes and some other necessities.

The room was fairly spacious. There was a closet and dresser. The closet still had some clothes of your mom’s left behind, and for the most part, the room looked fairly intact. It was like she up and left with just a few things. Lee shook his head, angry at how poorly you were treated by your mother. He pulls off his leather jacket, tossing it and his hat onto the bed. He opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser, and just like you said, it was filled with men’s clothing. He concluded they had to belong to the man your mom lived with now, more things just left behind.

He tosses a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt onto the bed, and then he heads to the bathroom.

In the drawer beside the sink, he finds a new toothbrush still in its packaging, that he opens for himself and drops it in the white toothbrush holder on the counter. The towels are all clean and folded neatly on the shelf above the toilet. He finds a new soap under the sink as well, and decided he needed a shower to just wash off everything of tonight off in hopes he’ll feel better.

He strips of his uniform, folding it nicely knowing he’ll need to wear it all again tomorrow morning. He steps into the shower and turns on the water. The hot water just immediately helps him to loosen the muscles that had been so tense. He lets the warm water run down his face and back, just letting himself enjoy the feeling. He lathers up his body with soap and then it finally hits him that he was here, living with you, and then suddenly he’s hard.

“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his head against the shower wall, the running down his back. He was in so much trouble he realizes. As he beats himself off in the shower, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. The way the apron at the bar looked around your hips, and the smell of your perfume when you leaned into him. The way your body looked as you paraded yourself around behind the bar. The way you have no problem talking back to him when he walks into the bar after saying he’s off the bottle the night before, just making want to shut you up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your lips on his cheek and he imagines your lips on his neck. He thinks about how your hair looked tousled when you just showed him to his room. He lets himself slip back into that same domestic daydream. You being his wife… married to you instead dealing with this goddamn divorce. The absolute sickening sweet domesticity making him groan, as he imagines his hand is yours. Why on earth did he think he’d be able to do this?

PART TWO

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zeeroweenies · 3 years

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I for one would die for said drabble of Yuuji taking his sweet bf's virginity ughhhh 😖

♡

cw: virginity loss, fingering, unprotected sex, experienced yuuji, cheating(?)

The loud voices blaring from the tv sounded like white noise as you stared off into space, sitting under your boyfriend with his arm draped on your hip.

You weren’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, too occupied thinking about your boyfriend. Yuuji was so pretty, a smile gracing his features as he laughed at some corny joke from the movie.

You weren’t trying to be naughty, but the hand that rested on your hip had your mind wandering other places. Somehow your thoughts went from thinking of your boyfriend’s handsome face to the way your hands slipped into your panties to stuff your little cunt full of your fingers when you went to bed at night.

It wasn’t enough for you. No matter how much you tried your fingers didn’t feel good enough, and you could never bring yourself to finish. It made you frustrated, your fists gripping the sheets with your eyes shut tight, the throbbing feeling in your cunt almost making you want to cry.

You and Yuuji have never done anything beyond kissing, but whenever you were around him your stomach had butterflies and when he kissed you your head felt light. He always treated you so good, you just wanted to return the favor. You wanted to give him something that you never gave anybody else.

It started with you subliminally giving him clues. The skirts you wore were progressively getting shorter throughout the past few weeks, anyone who saw you bend over would be able to see the print of your pussy. Anytime you sat on Yuuji’s lap you’d slightly grind down onto his cock, a sign that you wanted him to fuck you. He’d only slide you off his lap, giving you a sweet kiss before walking off.

Anyone with eyes could see that you wanted Yuuji to fuck you. You could practically throw your pussy at him and he’d never seem to get the hint. Or at least he pretended to. All he ever told you was you didn’t have to do that, he didn’t want you to ‘end up like all the other girls.’

But you wanted him now, and tonight you wanted to give him the thing that was most precious to you.

Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, your full vision and hearing was restored to you, being able to see and hear everything that was happening on the tv screen clearly.

“Yuuji,” you spoke softly.

“Hm?” he quirked, not breaking his gaze from the tv.

Placing your feet on the floor, you pushed yourself up until you stood right in front of Yuuji who was still laughing at the dumb movie. He places his hand on your hip, trying to move you out the way.

“Babe, I can’t see the movie” he maneuvers his head around your body, trying to see what was going on. He’s watched this move a hundred times, but he’s pouting like a little baby when you make him miss his favorite part.

“That was my favorite part!”

You pull the hefts of Yuuji’s oversized shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor revealing your naked frame, the cold air in the room making your nipples harden. His jaw slacks open with wide eyes, a few bits of popcorn falling from his mouth.

“W-What are you doing? Put your shirt back on!”

Moving without a second thought, you approach Yuuji before sitting on his lap, whining when you feel your naked cunt grind against his clothed cock. You continue to move yourself on his lap trying to earn some sort of release before he stalls your ministrations by placing both hands on your hips, stopping you.

Opening your eyes, you’re met with Yuuji’s soft smile as he moves his hand up to rest on your cheek, his warm palm making you lean into his touch.

“If this is about that, I told you already. You don’t need to use your body to make me happy” he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You close your eyes, starting your movements again as you feel Yuuji stiffen underneath you, a groan coming from his mouth while you move your pussy along his clothed cock that’s beginning to harden.

“Yuuji, I-I’m ready, want you,” you whine into his ear, the stimulation of the fabric against your clit making your lidded eyes shut.

He curses under his breath, helping you guide your hips on him as he praises you.

“You’re so good, my good girl. Keep going baby, I know you can do it.” his praise paired with his warm mouth on the hardened flesh of your nipples only gives you the strength to continue, despite the burning in your thighs.

Your head is dizzy when you cum for the first time, coming undone on Yuuji’s lap as you cry out his name repeatedly before you collapse onto him, breathing heavy.

He’s glad you finished now, he would’ve been cumming in his shorts if you kept grinding on him like that. Rubbing your lower back, Yuuji hold you close to him as he lays little kisses to the side of your face.

“I want you, I want it to be you”

Yuuji sat behind you with his back against his headboard while you sat between his legs, his thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy as he placed kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“Feeling good baby?” you nod your head frantically, falling back onto his shoulder as the weird pressure builds in your core again.

Yuuji had to put a towel down, you were on your 4th orgasm and you were getting messy, squirting everywhere when he pressed down on your soft spot. He needed you more relaxed before he could be inside you, he knew how much it hurt for some girls to have sex the first time and he didn’t want to hurt his baby. You were everything to him.

Yuuji was really experienced when it came to sex and had even taken a few girls’ virginities in his past. He knew you were a virgin, and he didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do. It was hard for him though, he had to fight the urge to pull you into and empty classroom and fuck you over a desk when you came in with a shorter skirt each day.

He knew a thing or two about virgins, they get wet so easily and every curl of his digits had you clenching around him. You were so tight, probably the tightest virgin he’s ever had. The noises you were letting out only had his cock throbbing against your back.

You were really messy, slick dripping down to your ass and coating your puffy pussy and Yuuji’s entire palm. It embarrassed you but Yuuji loved it, and the pressure forming in your core had your cheeks heating up.

“Yuuji stop, s-stop or I’m gonna—” he grabs your chin to face him, his eyes lidded and filled with lust.

“Let it happen” throwing your head back you released yourself, your juices spurting onto the towel as it wets your thighs and Yuuji’s hand, causing him to let out a groan as he works you though your orgasm, showering you with praises and kisses to the side of your face.

Yuuji gives you some time to rest, allowing you to come down from your high with his thumb stroking the flesh of your stomach while you laid against his chest.

“Want you inside Yuuji,” you panted heavily, still recovering as your body felt limp from cumming so many times.

Yuuji groans before he maneuvers himself from behind you so that your head is rested on the pillow and he’s hovering over you. He leans down, his lips moving against your neck before they trail upwards to connect with yours.

Your lips move together slowly, the kiss growing sloppy with his tongue slipping past your teeth and exploring your mouth. Yuuji grinds his cock against the bed trying to get some stimulation at the whines you let out when you struggle to kiss him back.

He kisses your lips one last time before he sits back on his knees, his eyes trailing up from your swollen wet cunt to your face. He could almost cum from the sight in front of him. You were splayed out across his bed, your pussy still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm with your eyes lidded, matching your fucked out face.

Yuuji takes his cock in his hand, moving it up and down groaning as his tip is coated in precum. He was so big and his balls were so heavy, you didn’t know how you would be able to fit all of him inside of you. He massages the skin on your waist, the look in his eyes are genuine.

“You ready?”

You were more than ready. You’d been waiting on this moment for months now. You just wish he’d stop asking and put his dick in you already. Still, like the good obedient girl you are you nod your head, letting out an ‘mm.’

Yuuji chuckles, “I need to hear you say it”

You huff, pouting a little before giving him your answer. “Yes, I’m ready”

You tuck your lip between your teeth, heart racing as Yuuji slips his heavy cock along your slit a few times, getting it wet before he prods it at your hole.

“It’s gonna hurt so, take a deep breath for me.” you do as your boyfriend says and inhale as he pushes himself into your virgin cunt for the first time, the sharp pain of being stretched out making your breath catch in your throat.

Your cunt feels like it’s being split in half the deeper Yuuji goes inside of you, your breathing is heavy and you don’t know you’re crying until you feel your cheeks grow wet.

“Yuuji, it hurts” you’re crying on his cock now, the feeling of him wrecking you has you gripping the sheets.

Yuuji feels really bad. He’s done everything he could, stretching you out with his fingers to giving you multiple orgasms and getting you wet enough to the point where you’re soaking his sheets, and it still isn’t enough. He’s just too big.

“Just a little more baby, I’m almost there. Come on, do it for me?”

He gives you the strength to keep going. Your nails are clawing into the bed as he slides the rest of his length inside you, meeting resistance along the way. Yuuji smiles as he watches his cock fully nestled inside you, giving you reaffirming praise as he leans down to kiss you.

“I’m inside you now baby, you’re so good for me.” your eyes widen as you reach your hand down to touch where you two connect and you feel it. He’s really inside of you. You almost cry from how full you feel, Yuuji’s fat cock is stuffing you to the brim.

“I’m gonna move now, okay?” you give him a signal that you’re fine with it before he moves his hips against you.

You feel yourself loosening up around his cock as he increases his pace, the uncomfortability has faded away and been replaced with pure pleasure.

Yuuji digs into you even deeper, angling his hips to hit a spot inside you that had never been stimulated before. Was it your cervix? You had been taught that cervix stimulation hurt but the way his cock plunged into you had you gasping for air.

“Yuuji, you’re so big inside me,” you whine, your eyes shutting tight as you close your legs around his waist.

He pulls your legs apart, pinning them behind your head leaving you vulnerable to him as he drives himself into you with need.

The wails you’re letting out along with your pussy milking him for all he’s worth has Yuuji on edge, he needs to get you to finish now before he cums inside you.

“Cum for me” he breathes heavy against your ear and you shake your head, the pressure inside you so close to snapping. He sits up to rub your puffy clit, groaning when he feels you clench around him impossibly tighter.

“Cum” his thrusts speed up, pounding into you hard as your tits jiggle and bounce with every movement. One thrust that hits deeper than all the others has you cumming around his cock, creaming and crying out Yuuji’s name as you come undone.

“I-I’m gonna cum” you tighten around him at the thought of him cumming inside you and filling you up, an indication that would show that you were his alone. You urge him to finish inside you, only getting disappointed when he pulls out and releases onto your stomach.

Yuuji bends over to kiss your lips, apologizing before pulling back to see your disappointed look.

“Sorry baby. I’ll give it to you next time.” He promises you, your heart fluttering at him mentioning a next time. You whine and furrow your eyebrows, only nodding as a response.

He smiles before looking down at his cock, there’s blood. He expression drops as he looks to your cunt and notices you’re bleeding, cursing himself for potentially being too rough.

“Shit— I think I popped your cherry.” He curses, rolling off the bed before rushing to the bathroom to retrieve a towel. “Stay right there baby, I gotta clean you up”

Cherry? You had no idea what that was, your thoughts being interrupted by Yuuji’s phone dinging on his nightstand. You two never went through each other’s phones but something was telling you to as you reached to grab it, noticing several missed calls and multiple texts from the same contact number.

hey

wya?

i miss you :(

you’re still coming over tonight right?

Your attention is diverted when you hear Yuuji’s voice, his steps trailing back into the room as he comes back with a wet towel in hand. “Baby you gotta tell me when I’m being too rough with yo—”

“Why’s your ex calling you?”

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phantomwarrior12 · 2 years

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Deal’s A Deal

"Hey, Andal?"

"Yes, Cayde?" The Hunter Vanguard lifts his gaze from the paperwork before him.

"I'll bet you a kiss I can shatter that pot over there with your pen."

Andal Brask quirks an eyebrow, an easy smile slipping into place as he leans back in his chair and props his boots up on the desk.

"Make it blind folded and you have a deal."

"Now that is pushing it." The Exo folds his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to his right hip dramatically.

"Take it or leave it." His answer is cocky, playful and Cayde has to quell the flutter of Light in his chest.

"If I do, it's a kiss and you buy at the Ramen shop next time."

"You have a deal." Andal tosses him the pen and Cayde catches it with ease. He casts about for something to tie over his eyes but when he turns back, Andal is beside him and simply tugs his hood down over his eyes.

And the smug son of a bitch holds it there.

Cayde sputters for a moment before his shoulders sag and he laughs, "I'm not facing the right direction."

"Oh?" The Hunter Vanguard maneuvers him in the direction of the pot, setting him square to it. "Now you are. Don't miss." His voice is low and steady against Cayde's ear and the Exo can't decide whether he's grateful he can't shiver or rues it.

Might've made it easier to shake off the giddy thrum of Light but that's beside the point.

He clears his throat, feet shuffling to a more gunslinger-esque stance. It's just a show. He knows damn well where that pot is and he's sure his Vanguard finds it just as amusing as he does. Though, whether Andal will try and sabotage him last second - that is still up for debate.

His fingers are wound tightly around Cayde's hood, keeping it securely in place. And the Hunter can vaguely feel the warmth of his partner’s frame behind him.

I'll take those odds.

"You gonna throw that pen today, Cayde?" Andal teases with a low chuckle.

"Patience, Brask." Cayde waves him off, "Can't rush something like this. There's a lot hangin' in the balance."

"Oh, of course."

Sarcasm. He loves Andal for that. But the time for bantering is over. He has a reward to cash in.

His hand draws back, poised as though the pen between his fingers was a blade. Just when it's about to snap forward, Andal jerks his hood back off of his head. Cayde is thrown off balance by both the sudden brightness and the jolt backward.

The pen goes flying, grazing the pot and taking a chip of it with it.

"You gotta work on your aim," Andal laughs as Cayde narrows his eyes at him.

"My aim was fine, it's my spotter that needs work." He elbows the man beside him, trying to veil his amusement with a twinge of annoyance.

"Better luck next time, Cayde."

"Hold on--"

"A deal is a deal."

"Partial hit means partial prize," Cayde maneuvers in front of him though Andal doesn't offer much in the way of avoidance. He simply folds his arms over his chest, his head tilting with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Careful, Cayde. You're starting to sound like a sore loser."

"Hey, I would have hit it had you not sabotaged me." Cayde smirks, "So how 'bout it, Brask? What's your counter offer?"

Andal's hands fall to his sides, warm hazel eyes flickering over Cayde's face as he smiles. "Alright. I'll pay for half of your ramen order or...you can have your kiss."

"Only half the ramen?" Cayde scoffs, "That's a rip-off."

He's making a show. They both know which one he wants but he won't give Andal the satisfaction of hearing him say it.

"If that option is so bad--"

"Fine! You've twisted my arm into taking the kiss." Cayde throws his hands up as Andal leans against his desk smugly, "You're stingy on your rewards when you cheat."

"C'mere, smart-ass." Andal chuckles as the Exo leans down, bracing his hands on either side of the Vanguard. They hold one another's gaze for a long moment before Cayde grows far too impatient and presses his mouth against Andal's lips for a kiss.

When his Hunter lifts his hand, cradling the Exo's jaw, Cayde almost melts. He leans into the contact, the tender caress that he loves so much.

His left hand lifts, cupping Andal's cheek lovingly as if it will prolong the moment any longer.

Andal slowly pulls back, angling his head upward just enough to lean against Cayde's forehead. "Deal's a deal."

"Think we can try that reward again?" Cayde chuckles, "Feeling a little shorted, Brask."

Andal's hand grips the front of his cloak and drags him down a little further, his voice playful and affectionate as he nuzzles against the side of Cayde's neck. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

"Deal's a deal, after all."

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seongsangi · 3 years

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kiss and tell

pairing: jeno x reader

summary: just how long do you think you can keep your relationship with jeno a secret?

word count: 2k

warnings: fuck buddies, dom jeno, manhandling (bc look at him, how could you not let him throw you around?)

You were invited over to the boys’ place for movie night, but Jeno is hellbent on being a little shit. You haven’t seen them all in a while, giving each of them a hug as you walk in. Jeno’s hands fall a little too low on your backside, grabbing a handful of your ass when no one is looking. You can feel his gaze on you ever since you stepped in, quite literally eye fucking you. His sneaky hands wrap around your waist when you’re the only one in the kitchen, whispering in your ear how good you look tonight. You quickly swat his hands away, looking over his shoulder in case someone saw.

“What are you doing?” you asked in a hushed tone, his hand smoothing over your thigh. Ever since you started your fuck buddy relationship with him, he’s been pushing it when you’re around the boys, almost like he wants them to know. You’re against it. It’s between you and him, you don’t feel like you owe anyone anything. Your hands grip the counter as he presses closer to you, lifting your leg to hold it against his waist. He leans in close to your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin. His deep voice sends tingles down your spine, “What, you worried about them? Sorry princess, I can’t help it when you walk in here looking like that.”

Ah, you want to push him away but his lips are making your mind hazy, holding you close enough to feel his bulge on your clothed sex. He presses a few more kisses to your neck, getting lost in your scent. “Jeno, hurry up with the drinks!” Haechan yells from the living room. He pulls away from you without a word, grabbing some soju out of the fridge and giving you a wink before he walks off. Jeno is such a little shit.

During the movie, you get a text from your friend that makes you jump out of your seat on the couch. “Fucking shit!!” you yell, everyone turning their heads at you for the sudden outburst.

“What, what’s wrong?” Jaemin is quick to ask.

“Oh my godddd, I’m screwed.” You turn to look at Jeno, panic settling on your face. He’s concerned now, asking you what happened. “I forgot our exam was due tonight!!”

The boys let out a sigh of relief, worried that it was something more serious. “This is serious, I literally forgot I had an exam!”

“How do you forget you have a whole ass exam?” you throw a pillow at Haechan who isn’t helping the situation at all.

You’re tugging on Jeno’s hand, asking him to please help you cheat since he’s the only one in the same class as you. He gets up from his seat, leading you to his room so you can use his laptop. Ugh, you could kiss him right now.

The exam is monitored, meaning you have to turn your webcam on, so Jeno stays out of view of the camera but close enough to still see the screen. You know most of the answers, but there are a few Jeno helps out on by quietly whispering so the microphone doesn’t pick it up.

You finish the exam just in time before it’s due, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thanks for helping,” you stand up from the desk chair to give him a simple peck, but he’s quick to cup your face in both hands and deepen the kiss. Your hands grab onto his waist, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your lips mold together perfectly, getting drunk on the taste of each other. He moves you to sit on the edge of the desk as his hand slides underneath your shirt. He pushes your bra up, kneading your breasts and playing with your nipples.

“But they’re right outside,” you try to protest but truthfully, the feeling of his hands roaming your body is too good.

“They won’t know if you just be quiet,” leaving kisses down your neck. He pulls your shirt all the way up, diving into your chest. You brace yourself on one hand as the other grabs Jeno’s hair, pushing your chest further into his mouth. He litters your chest with kisses, sucking on your mounds and licking them until you squirm under his touch. He bites particularly hard, a squeal leaving your lips at the sensation. Jeno soothes his tongue over it, doing it on purpose just to hear your reaction.

“How can I be quiet if you’re gonna be like that?” you huff, sounding very bratty.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Jeno narrows his eyes at you, lifting you off the desk with ease and throwing you on the bed. You let out a squeal, a smile forming on your lips because you love it when he’s rough with you. He grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your ass up high. He wastes no time in pulling your shorts down to your knees, sliding his fingers along your slit. He loves how wet you get for him, always making a mess on his hand. “All for me, princess?” you bury your head in the sheets, grabbing hold of them as he moves his digits in and out of you, curling them to hit your spot. You’re biting your lips hard, trying not to be loud but finding it hard when he’s working your body so well.

Jeno takes a mental image of you on your knees for him, head down ass up just the way he likes it. He loves that you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you, knowing you enjoy when he’s in control of your body. He pulls his fingers out of you, taking his sweats off and sliding his tip along your slit, wet enough to slide in with ease.

He leans down, pressing kisses to your back, lightly grazing your skin with his teeth. His voice is now in your ear, the deep husky sound of his words making you all the more desperate for him. “Want me to fuck you?” Jeno is such a little shit, asking you a question he damn well knows the answer to. You wiggle your hips, asking him nicely because he loves to hear you beg for him. He holds your hips steady, filling you up like he’s done plenty of times before. You gasp, the stretch making you lose your mind no matter how many times he fucks you.

“Oh shit, you’re so big,” you whine quietly. Jeno is watching where your bodies connect, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’re so tight baby,” the grip your walls have on him makes his hips stutter. You have the same effect on him as he does on you, both of you wild for each other.

“Harder,” you want more of him, arching your back even more.

He roughly yanks your head up, warm breath fanning your ear. “Say please,” he growls, tightening his grip on your hair.

“Please please please,” you’re so needy for him to fuck you into the bed. He pushes you back down again, throwing you around like a ragdoll and you love it. He grabs your hands, holding them behind your back and pushing you into the bed to keep your ass high. The arch in your back is deliciously painful, made even better because you know he’s always ready and willing to ruin you.

Jeno snaps his hips into yours, hitting you so deep it almost hurts. You can’t keep quiet any more, letting a few moans slip from your mouth. He’s pounding into you with such force, your legs are about to give out. He grabs the back of your neck, pushing your face into the mattress. “Shut up, you don’t wanna get caught right?” You whimper at his words, no you don’t want them to hear but how can you control yourself?

“Or maybe you do. Maybe you want them to know how good I’m fucking you,” you can just hear the grin in his voice. Jeno quickly pulls out, maneuvering your bodies so that you’re now on top. “You want it so bad, do it yourself.” He rests his hands behind his head, staring you down, waiting for your next move.

You lean down to take him in your mouth, spitting on his dick to get it wet. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you take him as far down your throat as you can, parting his lips in a quiet gasp. The sight of you with your mouth full of him is something he wants to see everyday. You bob your head on him, making sure to use as much tongue as you can. Sitting back up, you straddle his hips and position him at your entrance. Resting your hands on his chest, you sink down on his member, quickly setting a pace with your hips. You clench around him as you bounce on his dick, eliciting a groan from the feeling of your tight walls. He just can’t get enough of you.

With half-lidded eyes, Jeno watches you use him to get off. Your body on top of his looks absolutely amazing, he could stay like this forever. Your perfect tits are just begging to be sucked, running his hands up your sides and pinching your nipples. He pulls you down, latching onto your breasts. He grabs handfuls of your ass, wishing he could spank you until you’re red with his handprints but that would be too much noise. He sighs, furrowing his brows in pleasure as you clench your walls while moving up and down his length. “If you don’t stop doing that,” he growls against your nipple, earning a sly smile from you.

Jeno quickly props his feet up on the bed, slamming his hips up into yours and taking control. “Oh fuck!” you yell, the sudden attack catching you off guard. He stops immediately, slapping a hand over your mouth and pulling your face down towards his. “I’m starting to think you really want them to know.” You quickly shake your head no, begging him with your eyes to keep fucking you. “Then shut the fuck up.”

His hand wraps around your throat, his other hand leaving your hair to hold your waist. You cover your mouth with your hand, muffling the sound of your moans as he finds his pace again, bucking his hips deep into you. “You like it when I fuck you?” his dark eyes stare into yours, squeezing your throat a bit tighter. He’s gonna be the death of you.

You nod your head as best you can with his hand around your throat. His lips curl into a smirk, which you find so sexy on him. “Yeah, I know you do baby, just look at you.”

You move your hand away from your mouth, capturing his lips in a kiss to suppress your whines. The stretch of him is blowing your mind and you can’t keep up with his movements. “I’m gonna cum,” you gasp on his lips. He reaches in between your bodies, stimulating your bundle of nerves to help you finish. “Wanna see you cum all over me.”

You bury your face in his neck, letting your high wash over you. Jeno slows his hips down, guiding you through it. Your body quivers on top of his, his arms holding you in place. He never fails to make you feel on cloud nine.

Before you can fully recover, Jeno switches positions again and lays you on your back. “I’m not done yet,” holding your legs wide open as he slides back in, chasing his own release. His hips are relentless, making you cover your mouth again as he uses you like his personal fuck toy. You clench your walls around him, making him bite his lip at how tight you are. A few more thrusts and he pulls out, pumping himself quickly. Without a word, you get on your knees.

“Cum on my face, pretty please Jeno?” you plead, sticking your tongue out for him.

“Fuuuck,” he moans, painting your face with his warm load. You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around it and swallowing what you can.

By the time you and Jeno make it back to the living room, the movie is already over.

“How was the exam?” Jaemin asks.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” taking your seat on the couch again as Jeno heads to the kitchen.

An awkward silence follows as Renjun searches for another movie to watch.

“So, are we just gonna ignore the elephant in the room?” Haechan cocks an eyebrow at you, eyes darting to Jeno’s body in the kitchen and back to you.

Ah shit, you knew this would happen. “Sorry boys, I don’t kiss and tell.”

#nct #nct dream #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct jeno #jeno #jeno smut #jeno x reader

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Waaaah you did it again!! You've exceeded my expectations!! So here i am requesting to do a part 2 of cheater! oikawa x male reader, but the next song will be olivia rodrigo's deja vu! Oikawa reminiscing how he felt more complete and loved with the reader, how the reader gave everything yet he failed to give back the love the reader deserved. I'm so angsty idk why kskakdahhahaja ily too! 🌻

★ it's getting hard to let go

impt. (past) oikawa x m!reader

sum. oikawa’s doing some very hard thinking about the past. he misses your love, he misses it even though he knows there’s no chance he’ll ever get it back

wc. 1,449 (1.4k)

w. talk of cheating — umm angst in general (??) — just a lil bit of language — and some very sad oikawa :(

n. 🌻 annonn!!!! you really get me in my feels, ya know that bby??? cause danngg, i am itching for more of this now and there may or may mot be a part three in the works already but SHHHH about thAt- thank you for requesting thooo, i hope i did this justice and that you enjoy it, even though she real angsty now :,))

PART ONE

“Have you ever thought about the future?”

Your voice caught Oikawa off guard. He was too busy staring at you, caught up in the features of your face.

“‘Course I have,” he replied automatically.

“No, I mean the future, like twenty years from now, like when we’ll be old and shit,” you specify, smiling yourself silly looking at him.

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“What do you think will happen by then?” You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling him as the sun set behind your back.

Your hands were braced on his shoulders and he sat up from his lying down position so he could hold them.

“You know I don’t normally think that far ahead,” he smirked.

You hummed, “Maybe it’s time to start.”

“Oh yeah? Why should I, huh?” He buried his face in your neck, kissing experimentally at your skin.

You laughed at him.

And he loved hearing your laugh.

“Hm,” you moved a hand to tap at your chin, making you pull away from Oikawa so he couldn’t kiss at your neck anymore.

The pout on his face made you stifle another laugh.

“Cause you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, Tooru,” you joked. “Thinking we should start making plans about what we’ll do other than this,” you nodded your head at your position to make a point.

Oikawa felt an itch in the back of his mind, like this wasn’t a conversation he should be having with you yet.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, his smile never failing.

You made a very satisfied expression, nodding your head along with it.

“Well we’ve still got some time,” he said, flipping you guys over on the grass, making him be over you now. A perfect place for him to kiss you senseless.

That shuts you up quickly. Making you laugh every time he went away from your lips and kissed your face or elsewhere.

Oikawa didn’t want this to end.

He didn’t want to lose you.

He didn’t want to see you walk away.

He didn’t-

Oikawa sprung up in bed.

He sat there bracing his hands behind him, breathing deeply, his chest heaving in and out.

A rhythm he had to tell himself to follow. In, now out. In and out, again and again.

His breathing steadied and he looked over to his left; where Akira slept soundly. None the wiser to Oikawa’s dreams.

God he missed you.

And he shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t but you made him feel for the first time in so long during high school.

Why did you have to make him feel?

He looked over to his right side instead of Akira now. The clock on his bedside told him it was only a little past six in the morning.

He wouldn’t be going to sleep now. And it wasn’t like he had work anyways, it was the weekend and there was no point in trying to sleep again.

Oikawa didn’t really want to dream about you either.

He got up from the bed, throwing the sheets off of himself and swinging his feet over the edge.

He went to the bathroom, staring long and hard at his own face. Letting out a long breath that made him feel like he’d been holding it ever since he’d woken up.

The brunette splashed some cold water on his face, willing it to wake him up—to snap him out of the daze he was in.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not since he saw you only days ago at the mall.

It was like you were stuck in his head.

Actually, scratch that—you were stuck in his head.

He put on a clean shirt (because he felt a little clammy, and no, that was not comfortable) and made his way to the kitchen. Oikawa thought he may as well eat his sorrows away, right?

There was no way to take his mind off of you, whenever he did anything you would be the second thought to bounce around in his head.

He thought about how he at least should’ve loved you more when you were together.

You deserved that.

On the matter of his thoughts, he was thinking Akira deserved better now.

He couldn’t love her like he loved you. Oikawa couldn’t do that for a fact. But there was a nagging feeling that he wouldn’t be able to tell her what happened, he couldn’t do it with you years ago, how could he do it now?

Oikawa thought about when you found out. It wasn’t pretty.

It wasn’t a huge fight. But it was clear Oikawa was never going to win it.

There was no feeling like finding out the person you loved didn’t love you like you thought.

It broke you. The moment you went out to visit Oikawa. You thought it would be all lovey-dovey, the perfect surprise for him.

It was your anniversary after all.

A whole year.

A whole year of giving your attention and love to him.

And instead of finding the Oikawa you loved, you found him with a girl. A girl you didn’t know, someone you’d seen around sure, but you didn’t know her.

What’s worse is they were kissing, rather intimately actually. And all you could do was gape.

You couldn’t even say anything to him, just stand and eventually turn the way you came and leave.

The next day you were furious.

It was the weekend and you walked up to his house, seeing that he was alone, and knocked harshly on the door.

He opened it, his face smiling at you, only for it to weaken as he saw how serious yours looked.

“What the fuck?” You said first. And Oikawa looked perplexed.

“What?” He asked slowly.

“I ask again Oikawa, what the fuck?” His eyes widened now, you never called him by his last name. “Who were you with last night? And why do you not seem to care that I like you, a lot actually?”

“I- I don’t. . .” his arm on the door went limp, it was hanging by his side now.

“Please just-“ you paused looking up at him with shiny eyes now. “Can you just be honest with me once, Tooru?”

Your eyebrows were creased together and you were frowning at him.

Oikawa looked downcast. His mouth opened and closed while you stared at him

You licked your lips, your breath fanning across them made them feel dry. Or maybe you were just anxious.

“Look I just—I’ll make this easy on you, okay?” You looked him in the eyes and it took everything in Oikawa to not cower under your stare. “Have you been cheating on me, or- or her Oikawa?” Your voice was starting to break at the end of your words.

But you kept your stance, you couldn’t back down now, you had to know the truth.

It still took a while for Oikawa to respond, and when he did he preferred to look somewhere behind you rather than at you.

“It’s complicated [y/n], I never meant to-“

“Oikawa, you can’t just accidentally cheat on someone,” now you were the one sounding defeated.

You let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging.

“I’m asking for two things now. Two and that’s it,” you told him. “Don’t bother with me anymore, it seems like you never really cared anyways. And tell her,” you said sternly.

“You fucking tell that girl that you were seeing two people cause that’s not fair to any of us. Especially to her now,” you look him in the eyes one last time before moving your gaze to the ground instead.

But with that you turned away, the second time from his house in two days, and left him standing in the doorway.

He watched you walk away.

Oikawa never did that second thing.

He realized he hadn’t even done the first one.

He hadn’t stayed away when you told him to, instead he’d tapped you on the shoulder and said ‘hi’ as if nothing had ever happened.

He needed some time to think.

And by now it was almost seven, so he grabbed a water bottle and jacket and left the apartment.

At least Oikawa left a note for when Akira woke up.

As Oikawa walked—to where, he didn’t know—he thought about how much you’d loved him.

How you’d put your all into showing it and how he would deflect it with sex or another topic of conversation. It was incredible how much and how long you’d loved him; especially now that he’d realized how badly he’d loved you back.

Oikawa wished the Earth were flat as he walked.

It’d make walking off the end of it much easier.

PART THREE

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #x reader #x male reader #x m!reader

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