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Be Irresistible, Click Here Part 1 of a Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Orion Taraban, psychologist in the San Francisco Bay area. Orion's ... I I've I've worked with thousands of men in my private practice and in my consultations and men fall in love with strippers men fall in love with prostitutes men fall in love with women with personality disorders every single day why is that is it because these women love them so much is it because they're kind is it because they're supportive or virtuous no it's because they [ __ ] these men to the point where their brains start to melt okay and when a man has brain melting face skewing life-altering sex it's like a drug and it's like all that that guy can think about and that guy isn't going to just hit and quit a woman who does the freaky nasty [ __ ] for him because he knows he can't get that on any street corner I think the question all men want to know it's a very basic one is what do women want it's a very heavy one there's a lot to it right there is a lot to that that was the greatest mystery to Freud and the fathers of psychology the true and unsatisfying answer is women want what they want and the secondary to that is women want what other women want often women want what other women want more than they want what's best for themselves this has to do with the fact that both men and women are playing two different games simultaneously both sexes are playing their own intrasexual status games and they're also playing intersexual power games and it's very difficult for a man to win both of those games or a woman to win both of those games simultaneously for instance uh a man could potentially s powerfully for a woman and be at her beck and call and yes dear sweetheart and buy her flowers and roses and that might work in the short term to attract a woman into a relationship but that man isn't going to be elevated in status within his own intersexual hierarchy so other men aren't really going to look at that behavior um admiringly admiringly and that's going to be potentially a liability for that person by the same token a lot of modern women are in this trap where some of the behavior that might work to get them the kind of relationship they want from the men they want to have that relationship with is frowned upon by their fellow woman it's basically the equivalent of sing in men and the equivalent of sing in men for women is anything that has to do with let's say traditional reactionary feminine behavior that I am going to be submissive for a man that I am going to wait for him that's how it used to be where a woman what was that in the Odyssey where Penelope waited for 20 years for odys to come home and all of the suitors of Greece had taken over her house and she still refused to believe that odyusa that I'm going to serve a man or make his life easier or do any kind of domestic help all of these things would be seen as almost a betrayal of her gender at this point and so even though those behaviors might instrumentally help her get the kind of relationship she wants with the man she wants to have that relationship with it would come at the cost of let's say the respect of the women that she's competing against in her own intersexual status games so this is kind of how we get into our own ways these days Allan you have a YouTube channel called psych hacks which is uh I believe is going to be it's going to be the hottest YouTube channel in the world I think I I think it's just the most fascinating thing I've ever seen on YouTube uh one of your talks is on how uh how is the titled any woman can a woman can get any man she wants how to get any man you want yes and it's geared towards women there are three three steps to that right mm talk talk to me about about that sure first of all I'll go a little bit more what I say in those three videos because this is important there are two general approaches to dating and I call them hunting and fishing hunting is where you

can Target a very specific person for a potential relationship and you know pursue that one person fishing is more or less you cast a wide net and you develop optionality and and you choose the best option that also has already chosen you and I think it's actually in most women's best interests to hunt women can hunt in the dating Market much better than men can this is due to the fact that there is an enormous asymmetry between men and women's openness to a sexual relationship I'm going to take a little bit detour I'm going to get back to your question uh one of my all-time favorite psychological studies took place on a college campus a few decades ago and the researchers were trying to examine men and women's differential attitudes towards casual sex and what they did is they got a attractive young college man and an attractive young college woman and they basically memorized the same script and went up to members of the opposite sex on campus and the script was basically like hey I've seen you around school I think you're very attractive would you like to come to bed with me something like that um women are always saying I want an honest guy I want a guy to tell me what his true intentions are this is about as honest and true as a guy can get how many women do you think responded Yes to that Overture oh they they're all going to say no 100% 100% of the women approached that's a 0% success rate said they were not interested in fact many of them got offended and angry at the the supposition and what happened with the woman when the woman approached men 75% said yes only 75 well that's probably because the other 25% were looking for where the hidden camera was because this was such a strange and unusual circumstance they knew that something was up about this and so they probably their spidey sense was tingling and so they you know they holstered it and did the socially acceptable response that's my interpretation anyway so the fact of the matter is is that most women could just go up to a guy and offer to initiate a sexual relationship and she is overwhelmingly likely to get a positive response now women generally respond well Orion that's just sex I don't want to just have a sexual relationship with a guy I want to have an emotional relationship I want to have a committed relationship and I say okay that's that's fine but how else are you going to get the foot in the door it's like you have to understand women that sex is like the Trojan horse that gets you into the gates of the city that's what allows men to open up and let you in now if they let you in and then they just kick you out well that was a blown opportunity like you once you're in there are things that you can and should do to stay there but you can't do those things until he lets you in and the way to be let in to the gates of the city is to provide a sexual opportunity and most men are willing to have sex with most women whereas the converse is certainly not true that's why women can hunt and that's why women should hunt they should Target specific men they should do their research they should try to do as much stalking you know broadly defined on their target as possible they need to know who is this guy what is he like what is he not like what are his foibles what's his reputation like the more information that she has the more that she can bait her hook with for that particular man and of course the most succulent juicy bait is a sexual opportunity okay so once woman has decided that this is the man that she would like to Target for a relationship there's a few things that she has to do one is she needs to make it clear that she is open to a sexual relationship that she is not going to put up much resistance at all there's there's a kind of an art to this if a woman just kind of goes up to a guy and says uh I'm yours that's going to be kind of unusual and it's going to make the guy potentially standoffish um so women have to like put themselves in front of the

guy just like in olden days where they would kind of drop the handkerchief and bend over and the guy would be like H my lucky day you know it's we often think of men initiating but often women initiate the initiation you understand um and if a woman is just waiting for a guy to do that and she's not initiating the initiation I don't have a lot of sympathy because she has this she's sitting on this incredible gender specific success rate uh that has to do with initiation okay so a woman needs to make it clear that she is open to a sexual relationship with a guy because that's the Trojan Horse to get into the City and in general to keep a man it's important for a woman to not just offer a sexual opportunity but to be the nastiest [ __ ] version of herself possible and and there's a number of good reasons for why this is true first of all and and foremost men whether or not it's true but it's mostly true men gauge a woman's interest and attraction in him by what she is willing to do with him sexually it's been very well documented and I think all men understand this on like a gut level that women will do more things faster with in the bedroom with men that they like and they're attracted to than with men that they are not and so when a woman is the nastiest [ __ ] version of herself possible what she's functionally communicating with her behavior which is the only thing that really matters not with her words but with her actions that you are the most desirable man I've ever met and I am willing to break the rules for you that I strongly and rigidly enforc with all other men and that's going to play to a man's ego absolutely which is a trap for men but women should absolutely use that to their advantage whenever possible I mean All is fair in Love and War right uh that's going to make the man feel like he's a king of the bdis uh he's going to feel like and it's going to put him in his masculine all good things because when a man is put into his masculine and he feels that there is a beautiful woman who is sexually submissive to him it triggers his instinct to protect and to provide which how does that not redound to the woman's benefit you know what I'm saying it's actually a very easy Con on the part of the women I don't I don't know a guy they wouldn't fall for that it's it's very hard to do man so uh by being the nastiest [ __ ] version of of yourself possible women are communicating that I'm willing to to break the rules for you because I'm putting you above all other men which is going to make stimulate his ego and put him into that position now that's also going to keep him coming back you have to understand that one of my very first episodes years ago was everyone is unique and everyone is replaceable both of those things are true that's one of the paradoxes of being alive you are a unique individual No One Like You has ever existed before and will never exist again but once you're gone people will be making interviews like this and PE and and once I'm gone people will be sitting here answering questions like this and that's how the whole game continues forever and thank God for that or else everything would come crumbling down on some level so bad for the individual but good for society and the perpetuation of the game let's put it that way so if a woman simply provides a run-of-the-mill sexual opportunity that's very easy to replace and the fact of the matter is is that sex in today's Marketplace is extremely cheap it's cheap because sex must now preced commitment there's a whole other Spiel I can give you about why that's the case but let's table that for now because I still want to answer your question that's changed since our parents generation perhaps it's certain it's changed in the last 60 years and the main instigator of the change was birth control two minute sidebar the reason why commitment had to precede sex for so long is because the threat of pregnancy always loomed large and in that day it was extremely difficult

if not impossible for a woman to earn her own money and to survive in society without the pro protection or provision of a man or a governmental program that served as its surrogate and all of those things have changed the reason why commit commitment was required before sex was because the stakes of a woman becoming pregnant outside of marriage were extremely high and it was upheld socially because if that man couldn't be persuaded or coerced to commit then that single unwed mother and her children would have become society's problem so all of these things have changed women can and do earn their own money there are all kinds of governmental programs to subsidize single mothers men whether they commit to this Arrangement or not are legally required to give women child support uh for the children that they sire in some cases even for the children that they don't so the circumstances for requiring commitment prior to sex have shifted and one once a few women started to be okay with a sexual relationship prior to an exclusive commitment or marriage once a critical mass was reached then functionally all other women had to do the same in order to remain competitive within the sexual Marketplace because in today's day and age if a woman were if you were to go out in the first date with a woman she were to insist well I'm not going to have sex until I get married especially if she's not a virgin uh I mean she's going to price herself out of the sexual Marketplace that's going to be too expensive for any given man when there's a woman two swipes away who's going to be willing to go home with him for a drink or two so that's the situation that we live in For Better or For Worse so sex is kind of the standard we used to say why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free right well that presumes that milk wasn't being freely distributed in the pasture but now that milk is freely being distributed in the pasture you have to give milk not because milk will motivate anyone to make the sale but because not providing milk is going to be an a strange absence it's going to it's going to be more expensive for the buyer in a way that none of the competitors are requiring okay so this is the world that we live in For Better or For Worse so when women provide a sexual opportunity it's a good idea to not just be a run-of-the bill sexual opportunity because let me tell you I've I've worked with thousands of men in my private practice and in my consultations and men fall in love with strippers men fall in love with prostitutes men fall in love with women with personality disorders every single day why is that is it because these women love them so much is it because they're kind is it because they're supportive or virtuous no it's because they [ __ ] these men to the point where their brains start to melt okay and when a man has brain melting face ske life-altering sex it's like a drug and it's like all that that guy can think about and that guy isn't going to just hit and quit a woman who does the freaky nasty [ __ ] for him because he knows he can't get that on any Street Corner that's the second time I've laughed in 8,000 interviews the first time was last week so I mean does this make sense to you it makes perfect sense okay so the they used to say that the weight to a man's heartest through his stomach it's actually just a few inches lower and there's no reason why I mean all these are are like Behavior AV there's no reason why a non stripper SL prostitute SL borderline couldn't learn to do some of the things in the bedroom that these women tend to do and to get men obsessed with them okay so once you target a man and you provide the sexual opportunity and you're the nasti [ __ ] version of yourself then you have an in like you're within the city and you're you're not going to be kicked out anytime soon you're not going to be pumped and dumped if you an amazing over-the-top sexual experience okay it's very very important and you don't want to

do this with everybody because that just is a race to the bottom too because it becomes harder and harder to be the nastiest [ __ ] version of yourself if you're that with every single guy that's why you have to do your homework and you want to hunt and you want to Target specific men be selective it's important to be very select itive as a woman because men have all a very understandable but from a woman's perspective extremely frustrating double standard with respect to female Chastity Chastity is something that they would highly prize in a wife and don't want to see anything in a casual lover but the fact of the matter is that the pathway to become a wife for the vast majority of women is through the Casual lover route most women will see this happening they'll be with a guy casually for some months maybe even some years and then the guy will catch feelings usually guys it takes a little bit longer for them to catch feelings and then they'll start to ask questions how many guys you've been with you know what's your family like Patrice O'Neal had this great joke once where his girlfriend had been with him for seven years and he had been with her for four like it took 3 years for him to kind of like see that woman as his girlfriend you know and that's when the relationship begins to shift and that's when the guy starts to become a little bit more possessive potentially you know don't go out to the club or why are you dressed like that they're not going to act like that on the first date they're just looking to smash right so the fact of the matter is most men don't show up on first dates thinking oh please please Jesus alab Buddha make this the last date I ever have to go on I'm ready for the one I'm ready for my wife I want to settle down today they're looking they're thinking I hope she mostly looks like her pictures and she lets me Smash that's what most guys are thinking and so to get and and and a lot of women when they show up to their first date they're not thinking I sure hope this guy just buys me a couple drinks uses me sexually and never calls me again you know and yet that can happen right so it's like most women don't show up on a date thinking or expecting that they're going to go back to a guy's house and have sex and yet that happens every like all the time right why because that guy had a plan that guy had some game and that guy was moving the interaction in the direction of that kind of relationship the same thing happens for the committed relationships that women want they don't just happen they happen because a woman had a plan she had some game and she was guiding the relationship in the direction of that kind of encounter very few guys are going to give that uh voluntarily just like very few women are just handing out sex to guys just because they want it right wanting is free it costs nothing to want things my wanting sex from women has never persuaded any single woman to give it to me in my entire life why would a woman wanting commitment or marriage or exclusivity or Etc why should that motivate me in and of itself to give that to her like there has has to be some back and forth there has to be some strategy and there has to be some uh the value proposition has to make sense so to boil down the transaction that's hopefully taking place the woman is looking for a commitment and uh a better lifestyle MH and the man is looking for an attractive sexual partner most guys don't get beyond that that's right they're like I just I wanted to have sex that's why I called you up you looked hot and event hopefully they develop feelings often not always not always but yeah I mean what did Hannah Lector say we covet what we see every day so it's like you and there's the psychological term for that I think is the mere exposure effect which is the well-documented phenomenon that people just feel more positively towards people Brands ideas that they see every day that's part of why marketing works is that if I give you

two Brands and you've heard of this one and you haven't heard of this one you're going to feel more positively disposed towards this one just because you're familiar with it in fact a great deal of dating and the emotion attached to that is really just familiarity as opposed to let's say love but I digress okay so a woman's in she's now being the nasty [ __ ] version of herself so how can she convert that into the kind of relationship that she wants the key key it to stay there the key to deepen the intimacy of that relationship Beyond um pure sexual Dynamic is for the woman to become useful she has to be of use to the man in order to justify her introduction into increasingly intimate Circles of his lifestyle so let's go out in the limb and say that the men that the women are generally targeting for their relation ships are not just like Schmo who are sleeping on the couch in their parents' basement these are generally guys who are successful who are rich who are high status who have prestigious professions maybe they're famous like these women weren't there for this guy's struggles they weren't there for when he was upand coming they're targeting him now because of his fully extrapolated lifestyle style okay that's basically the biggest bait that men can use to attract women is Lifestyle the joke is basically that men want the Barbie doll that's it you know we we'll take the clothes off and just we want the doll don't tell me the name don't tell me the story we just want the doll and what women want is all the [ __ ] the kend doll comes with that's why there's Cowboy Ken and there's stock broker Ken and there's Malibu Stacy Ken and they'll throw the Ken away and they'll just play with the accessories in the Dreamhouse and that's why the gendered complaints always fall along the lines of the man is just using me the woman for sex and the woman is just using me the man for my resources and won't even [ __ ] me I have never ever in my life heard a woman complain to me I pay for the house I pay for the car I gave him the kids that he wanted and he still won't touch me I've never heard that not even once and I've never heard a man complain that he was just being used by a woman sexually I sometimes in my past I've wondered if I just wasn't attractive enough to be used sexually by a woman I mean I I think it might even be kind of a refreshing uh change of pace and that's an interesting failure intersexual understanding that men don't often see the problem of being sexually objectified because they think it's a compliment but I can see how it would be uncomfortable for women to be sexually objectified by men that they don't want to be sexually objectified by so once you're in you want to be useful this guy has been targeted by you because he's got a lot going on don't create problems for him because the more you rock the boat the more time energy and attention he has to take away from everything that's working which is why you're there is to enjoy the extrapolated lifestyle to focus on you so don't rock the boat don't make any unnecessary problems and then look around like open your eyes open your ears listen to the guy the guy will tell you all the time where he's struggling where he still needs assistance where his bottlenecks happen to be and then just start to help him just start to help him if if you see that something needs to be done and no one else is doing it congrad your [ __ ] lation you've just been elected you know and why would you do this because I know a lot of women out there are thinking ran this is a terrible idea I'm going to have to like what am I getting out of all this I have to do all this stuff for a man well what you're getting out of this is job security because the idea here is once you start to do things in an instrumental way that are necessary for the maintenance and the propagation of this man's lifestyle you become essentially indispensable to the whole Machinery it's would be very difficult or painful

to extricate you from all of the good stuff that that guy has that's where he's vulnerable where he needs help because if you show up that's an don't see that as like a chore see that as an opportunity oh I'll take care of that that's great um because it gives you one more like purchase into that life if you can take care of that it's going to be very very difficult to get rid of you and it also means that you're going to be around more and more and you're going to be privy to increasingly levels of intimacy in his lifestyle and that's basically how you achieve de facto commitment and exclusivity from a man and you're integrating yourself into his life and you're also the best sexual partner he's probably ever had that man is never going to [ __ ] leave you if you [ __ ] his brains out don't cause problems and help him men are not difficult like you can get any man that you want and keep him if you do those things he could be a millionaire he could be a billionaire he could be an athlete he could be a celebrity he could be a neurosurgeon you could be a rock star whatever floats your boat that's what you do but there's still one thing a woman can do to screw it up yes so women got in touch with me and they said Orion I tried all those things and it still didn't work and I believe them some women do do those things I mean there are certainly some women out there I mentioned some of them who know exactly what sexual buttons to push a man to turn him into jelly and they are great with let's say the love bombing and they show up and they overd deliver with what they're willing to do in the context of that relationship maybe they don't do it quite long enough to really be fully integrated into his lifestyle but they do those things a lot of women unfortunately can snatch defeat from the jaws of success by doing one thing and that one thing is disrespecting men this is what I call the unbreakable rule a woman can never ever ever allow herself to disrespect the man that she wants to be in a long-term committed relationship with and there's a number of reasons for that but one of the least appreciated ones is that if a woman allows herself to disrespect this man and he allows that as well then over time the dynamic of that relationship will shift to the point where that woman is functionally with a shell of a man that is no longer a person that she can respect or be attracted to and that's generally when she looks for the the door so disrespecting a man usually provokes conflict which rocks the boat which goes against the things that I was talking about earlier and it decreases a woman's own attraction for a man especially if he doesn't respond effectively um and what do they say in the Bible it's like a a a wise woman builds her house with her hands and tears it down my ellipses with her mouth it's like a lot of women will open their mouth and talk their way out of the relationship that they could have had with the men who actually wanted to have it with them and they do this because in the moment they might be frustrated or impatient so it's emotional regulation and self soothing uh women also disres ECT men in less obvious ways I mean obvious ways are verbal abuse criticism physical abuse um mocking especially in front of other people but a woman can also disrespect a man by demanding explanations by interrogating him these are forms of disrespect because they play inappropriately with power differentials the right to demand an explanation the right to ask questions always goes from the high to the low it never goes the other way around just think about the military if I were your commanding officer and I called you in and I told you about a mission you wouldn't have the right to ask me a bunch of questions before you decided whether you were going to accept the mission you know um you that would be insubordination and it wouldn't be tolerated so there is a way to get the kind of information that you want from a man without interrogating

without shaming without demanding you do not have to always agree with a man that would be impossible because Men We Men do all kinds of boneheaded things all [ __ ] time so women do not have to approve of a guy but they absolutely have to find ways to disapprove disagree without disrespecting and that's absolutely something that can be possible the general rule of thumb is if you wouldn't say that in that way to your boss if you were interested in keeping your job you shouldn't say that to a man so that was some great advice for the women what do men need to provide in order to find the woman they want it seems the ability to provide a better lifestyle is the number one thing a woman is looking for right oh generally yes so women treat men the way men treat jobs and this will help men not take the dating process as personally as they might otherwise think of it this way you might as a man have no problems at your current employment you might feel that you're perfectly happy there but if one day a recruiter called up and said hey Orion I got an offer for you would you be interested in coming over to this company will triple your salary we'll give you unlimited paid time off we'll give you a promotion and we'll make sure that you never have to work on any of the projects you don't want to work on ever again I'll take it you're at least going to consider that offer strongly and the vast majority of people are going to say you know what there's no problem here but I have to do this for my career and that's what a lot of guys hear especially when they're young when the women break things off because in the vast majority of cases that's what women do they say something like you know you were great I don't have any complaints about this I just have to do this for me this is something that I need to do for myself right now it's it's the same thing and everybody will understand at that company that this was the right move for your career no one is going to say oh after all all we've done for you it's like it's a [ __ ] job it's business and if that person were in the same position he or she would also have accepted the offer as well so we don't need to get on our high horse and pretend uh to a righteousness that we probably don't possess so the best way to attract a woman is to be a woman's best offer to be a woman's best option okay and this is no small small feet because when you're 18 and you're a man you have [ __ ] all like it's extremely difficult to be a young man in today's society and it is not appreciated at all in popular culture um it's very very difficult because at 18 women don't want you because you have nothing that women want you don't have any wealth you don't have any status you don't have any emotional maturity you're not ready to settle down and have kids you're useless you're just a big throbbing Hardon and you can't even use that to transact for anything of interest for the woman and you're kind of useless to men because you have no skills you have no experience you have no Mastery you're a liability on the [ __ ] team like I can help you you can't help me God forbid I have to fall cuz are you going to catch me absolutely not so it's like young men are double [ __ ] they're at the the lowest of the low of all of their status hierarchies that they have to compete in and they can be that way for 10 years because it can take about that long to develop an emotionally compelling lifestyle that might be the best option for a woman that that man is authentically attracted to okay so what do men have to do it's it's they have to do a lot and the first thing they have to do is they have to learn how to wait so this has to do with the let's call it the normalized sexual Marketplace values of men and women according to the research so women's normaliz sexual Marketplace value Peaks at 18 years old and drops precipitously from that day forward it never rises again men's normaliz sexual Marketplace value is lowest at 18 Gra

gradually Rises up until about 40 remains constant for about another 20 years and then slowly declines into old age it isn't until 30 years old that the average male sexual Marketplace value exceeds the average woman's sexual Marketplace value for the very first time this means that women's default action is to act like all things being equal they will never be in a moment where they can demand the relationship they want from the man they want to have it with then today because for the vast majority of women this is when they're going to have their highest valuation in the sexual Marketplace so their default is to act on the other hand most men will never be more disadvantaged in the sexual Market Place than they are today with each passing year they accumulate more experience more wealth more status more Prestige and these are the things that are instrumentally connected to women's attraction to men so the first thing that men need to learn how to do is to wait because it could be a while it could be a while before they can start to enjoy an advantage in the sexual Marketplace and most guys don't get there in the sense that they commit and foreclose before they experience that possibility it's not a coincidence that the average age at first marriage in this country is 29 remember I just said that 30 is the day when or the the year when the sexual Marketplace polarity switches for the very first time and it never ever returns so most marriages happen at the last moment that a woman enjoys a power differential over the man in the sexual Marketplace this is the smartest [ __ ] thing that she could possibly do because if she were to wait another year or two she might not have been able to get that same commitment even from that same man because she will have declined a little bit and he will have gone and he be like oh well wait a minute I'm starting to get some options here I'm I kind of feel attractive women are kind of showing themselves that they're interested in me maybe for the very first time you know what I'm saying but most men never get to a place where they are more attractive than most of the women that they're dealing with and so they think that it's almost like just a woman's right or an innate privilege to have that kind of Attraction it's it's not it it's just a consequence of being in a favorable moment in the sexual Marketplace men don't always get there they have to play their cards right but they might get there eventually later in life like a uh a division one athlete um or a profession athlete a little bit later in life uh a partner at a prestigious Law Firm a a politician these guys they understand that because they've played their cars right they have incredible optionality with women these days okay so men need to learn how to wait so what do they have to but they can't just sit there so that men have to do three things really to become attractive to women and these are things that I am extrapolating in the context of my metaphor for the sexual Marketplace which is a big dock like a a pier where all the ships Moore right is that women are looking for a captain and there are three things that men have to do to become a Captain they have to build a boat they have to learn to sail and they have to plot a course build a boat learn to sale plot of course and those three things can take 10 years at least to do and if it's going to take 10 years you might as well get started right so build a boat is a metaphor for your lifestyle it's going to take two things to build a boat resources because wood ain't free and it's going to take knowledge the the knowledge is a part that doesn't get a lot of airtime in today's society everyone's thinking about the money money is extremely important but if you don't have knowledge about how money Works you're not going to be able to keep the money if your fool ass actually looks out is able to get it you know if if you don't understand what women are and how they operate you're

not going to be able to keep one if you actually have the Good Fortune to attract one into your life do you understand so the knowledge that we're looking for is awareness for how reality actually works not how we want it to work not how we think it should work not how our society tells us it's supposed to look but how it actually works because if we can understand the principles and the laws by which reality operates we can flow with those currents and we won't be vulnerable when we're out on the Open Sea so we need resources and we need the knowledge and experience to be able to maintain all those good things that we built indefinitely because what's the point in taking a a castle if we can't keep it right um then we have to learn how to sail which is the development of some kind of Mastery or expertise the fact of the matter is that women want successful guys and successful men are not necessarily virtuous men they're not necessarily good men they're not necessarily the best men or Nice Guys the fact of the matter is that that successful men are men that other people want things from that's it successful men are successful to the extent that lots of people want things from them the more people want things from you the more successful you are as a man if nobody wants anything from you no one will give you the [ __ ] time of day if you're a guy that's just how is now this is the flip side of the male this is the male experience to the equivalent to the let's say the sexual objectification that women complain about and experience oh men just want to [ __ ] me it's like yeah kind of and if they didn't they wouldn't be talking to you the flips the equivalent of that is well these women just want things from me it's like yeah but if they didn't they wouldn't be talking to you dude so it's like pick your poison we both have have our struggles to deal with but ultimately we have to be useful to others and a successful man has developed a solution for a problem that many people have and those people will line up with dollars in their hand to hand it over to that guy for that solution okay so this could be anything from being a successful Community plumber to being a uh a a startup entrepreneur with the next app that's going to solve a a social crisis um it it could be anything but you need to be able to solve many people's problems and many people will need to want things from you in order to be successful that's learning how to sail and the third component is plotting a course this is really important is every man needs to have an overarching mission to his life um this is important because because when we're out in the open sea it's where there are no features of land it's very easy to get lost and how did The Navigators of old Traverse the wastes by looking at the stars because the Stars relative to the earth move in very fixed patterns we also will be blown off course by currents and weather and if we don't have a star to Sail by it's going to be very difficult to get ourselves back on course and we can't get oursel back on course if we of course we never had a course to begin with so the overarching mission to a man's life also prevents him from doing stupid things with respect to women like making women the center of his life the the fastest way to lose a woman is to make her the center of your life because women want a guy who's on his [ __ ] he wants they want a guy with ambition with drive with purpose they don't want to be that ambition drive or purpose they want to be next to the guy with those things and to enjoy the fruits of all of that ambition drive and purpose but if the woman becomes the ambition drive and purpose then functionally the whole operation begins to fall apart and this also helps a guy to resist the urge to appease in moments of crisis with a woman because it can very much happen in the course of a relationship where an unhappy woman might make certain unreasonable demands of a man either you you you work

too much you spend too much time at work so either you need to spend more time at home or I'm walking for instance well of course him working so much is part of the reason why she was attracted to him to begin with him working so much is what what got him the money and the houses and the reputation that made it likely that she chose him over all her other options she doesn't say when she goes out to dinner or on vacations or when she drives her car that it's too bad that the guy works so much and if this man in that moment were to cater to that woman's demand and he were to lose both his professional reputation and success and the relationship he would deserve it that would be his foyble and that's where men are mostly weak is they a lot of guys find it very difficult to stand up to a woman's negative emotionality whether it's their anger and their upsetness or their tears or their guilt tripping or their shaming all men it seems have an emotional THB screw there's like one emotion for whatever reason is particularly difficult for them to bear and if a woman sticks around you long enough she's going to figure out what that emotion is and if she twists the screw on that particular emotion and you bend and you appease and you change as a consequence of attempting to avoid that temporary pain and discomfort of coming into contact with that unpreferred emotion what you will do is create a monster in your relationship because you'd be training this woman unconsciously to know that whenever she really needed to get what she wanted all she had to do was hurt you in this way and she loses respect she loses respect and the guy feels even less appreciated as well because she be can she often doesn't even want the thing that she's demanding in that moment so it's it's just not a a bad it's a it's a very bad idea let's put it that way so that's what men have to do to attract a woman they have to build a ship which is to develop an extrapolated interesting emotionally compelling lifestyle they have to learn to sale which is they have to develop expertise and skills that are of use to other people and they have to plot a course they need to have an overarching mission to their life something that is more important to them than I guess anything else really it has to be more important than anything else if it's not then a woman will figure out what that other thing will be and that will be your downfall that will be your downfall so you've told us what women can do to get the man they want and you've told us what men could do to get the women they want but there's more to it isn't there of course the game oh yeah the game is infinite I can be a wealthy handsome man with a great future sitting at a bar on Saturday night and nothing's going to happen for me right correct especially if you're a man if you are a decently attractive woman and you were to sit by yourself at a bar on a Saturday night whether you wanted it or not you would soon have company but a man could be brilliant he could be rich he could be a neurosurgeon and he could drink by himself all night okay so men need game in the the sense of they need to put on they need some strategy in order to attract the opposite sex that's very different from the strategies that women do I'm not going to say that women don't have to do that they do all kinds of things to their appearance right because that's generally what's most important to men especially on first blush with respect to their attraction to women so they do all kinds of things with respect to their figure and their dress and their fashion and their makeup and things like that men For Better or For Worse we don't really have to worry about that as much so there are a few different strategies that consistently work to increase your attraction as a man to women let's see if I can remember them um cocky and playful is a is an old standby from the pickup Community um being like this is a tough one it's not the best one but being like

funny being the funny guy can work like there's um but it can also backfire because at some point you do have to kind of transition from being kind of like Goofy and playful to being sexual and sometimes that can feel like a bait and switch to a woman Patrice O'Neal used to say I wish I didn't have to laugh my way into [ __ ] but that was what he had to do apparently um there is also like low low activation game which is just sort of like confidence and not giving a woman much uh energy that works if you already have let's say some reputation buyin if you have a a table in the VIP bottle section of a club for instance you already have some social validation that you have the money to spend on that so you don't necessarily have to work as hard to attract attention to yourself because like you did that passively with respect to your structure and so you can actually kind of be a little bit more aloof and withdrawn which makes you potentially seem even more attractive in that moment right uh but the essence of game is to stimulate an emotional reaction in a woman that is the the easiest way to seduce a woman is to stimulate an emotional response in her um and it doesn't even really matter what the emotion is it doesn't even have to be a positive emotion I mean that's why negging works on some level um which is disrespecting it's a it's a teasing playful disrespecting yes it's sort of like treating a girl like your bratty little sister so it's not it should be anyway a real coldhearted harsh um disrespect it should be playful playful the idea here is is that I'm so confident in your presence that I can I can kind of toy with your beauty that I know will Dazzle and stun and petrify other men I it has no effect on me confidence goes a long way confidence is amazing so one of the things that a lot of guys don't understand so I I've had many a few different careers in my life so far I used to be an actor and when I was an actor as a young man it was easier for me to get laid than when I was a rich successful doctor it's changed a little bit now that I'm somewhat famous but until I started the YouTube channel and it blew up it was much much harder for me to get laid as a successful entrepreneur doctor than being a broke theater actor in New York City and this is baffling to guys but the fact of the matter is is that you do not need money to get laid you might need money if you want to get married but you definitely don't need money to get laid and a lot of guys and it's a a kind of a function of their male rational mindset they listen to talks online or they buy programs and they what do women want and they say Okay women want abs women want tall guys women want uh Rich guys and they think okay well some of those things I can do some of those things I can't do so but it's like okay I'll get the ABS check I'll get the money check and so now all I have to do is go up into in front of a woman and say in so many ways just let know hey I am a rich guy with abs and they're going they're supposed to just like line up to [ __ ] them and let me tell you that that's that's not how it works um so I call those things attraction proxies guys really want women to become attracted to them they hear that these things are what women in general want and so they say well I'll just get those things and then the attraction will be taken care of and that's not true I do all the time with guys who have super Yachts down in Miami who fly private jets and who cannot get [ __ ] laid because they have no experience picking women up they don't know how to talk to beautiful women in particular they don't have any problems with the ones they're not attracted to generally but obviously that's not the ones that they want the way to get laid is to learn how to seduce a woman that's it like you don't need ABS you don't need money what you need is seduction technique and the core of Seduction is the ability to stimulate an emotional response in somebody else and to guide

them through an emotional Journey that ultimately culminates in a sexual experience that you've more or less curated for that person there's a saying that goes a man wants a good girl who's only bad with him and a woman wants a bad boy who's only good to her that's great yeah I heard that one about a year ago it resonated with me it's true why do women love [ __ ] why do women love [ __ ] well there's a number of reasons for that and there are good reasons first of all um an [ __ ] is generally somebody who doesn't care about another person's feelings this isn't my term this is a term that a lot of guys use when they're when they're losing out I hear we can use that term [ __ ] I got no problem with asshol um but let's break it down like what [ __ ] do get laid a lot they certainly get laid over the nice guys so what are [ __ ] doing or or how are they being with women that is allowing them to have and enjoy greater success than the the the nice guys out there well like I said one of the first things about [ __ ] is they don't care how other people feel and what did I just say a few minutes ago is like the Achilles heal for most men is the negative expressed emotion of women I'm upset with you I'm angry with you they start to cry it's like on some level a nice guy will be too empathetic will say oh I'm uncomfortable with This Woman's distress I am going to change myself I'm going to change the situation I'm going to change the relationship I will change reality itself if I can to get this woman to stop crying or to get this woman to stop being angry with me without necessarily considering whether or not this woman has a [ __ ] point whether her tears are Justified whether her anger is Justified like for better for worse men and women can get angry inappropriately maybe she's doing it just to see how spineless you are it's possible I mean we call those [ __ ] tests right and a lot of what happens in testing is unconscious I I think that there are some conscious intentional tests that women will do towards men but I think personally and professionally the majority of testing occurs below the threshold of awareness for women so an [ __ ] isn't vulnerable to those displays because on some level he doesn't give a [ __ ] he says sweetheart if you want to be upset with me that's fine that's your you're right why why do I need you to be upset or to be not upset it's you're a full- grown adult like if you want to be angry if you want to be out of sorts if you want to be despondent and sulky hey no skin off my back I don't have to feel those feelings I felt them I know they're not pleasant that's why I prefer not to experience them but for whatever reason you want to feel that way knock yourself out sweetheart I'm not going to stand in the way of you and your feelings and let me tell you to the extent that those feelings were instrumentally attempting to change that man's behavior if a man responds that way that emotion will disappear very quickly because it doesn't work most things most people don't persist in strategies that don't work if someone persists in a strategy it's because it at least partly works the word dysfunction is mostly the word function dysfunction is mostly functional in that it gets what it wants that's why it exists so if you want to look at any dysfunctional Behavior you have to understand that at least for a very long time and at least partly it has succeeded in getting that person what he or she wants that's why it's persisted through time that's it and if you were to change the operant conditioning like the Rewards or punishments as a consequence of that behavior consistently there're out you would very quickly change that behavior that's the only thing that works so that's one reason why women like [ __ ] is because they don't bend in ways that nice guys do that ultimately lead to the disintegration of the relationship and the attraction that she felt for the guy to enter into the relationship to begin with um

and this also extends to other people out there it's it's sort of like why does why does the woman gravitate towards the biggest scariest guy in the room often because he's the safest one now you might think well he sure doesn't look safe with all of those tattoos and and the the the leather jackets and the kind of like growly stare well he might not be safe to you another guy but he's safe to her because she's thinking if I'm with that guy no other guy's gonna [ __ ] with him so I want to be with the guy that no other guy is GNA [ __ ] with and [ __ ] they fight back they don't just say oh oh sorry uh maybe I did something wrong there let's let's work to friends you know get along an [ __ ] will be like go [ __ ] yourself man why would you do that and they they they have don't have a problem being disagreeable and they don't have a problem fighting for what they believe in now some [ __ ] are narcissistic and what they believe in is just their own misguided self-interest but not all of them right so but in any case they are willing to fight for what they believe and what they want and that's what makes them more safe to women than guys who aren't willing to fight uh [ __ ] also often know that people don't like them and they've developed a kind of social callous around that which gives them a social Freedom when you talk to most guys the thing that paralyzes them socially whether it's with other guys at parties to make new friends or with women picking them up is they're afraid that they're going to look awkward or they're going to say something and people aren't going to like them but when you're an [ __ ] people already don't like you I mean what's the [ __ ] threat here you know what I'm saying so because I'm used to people not liking me because there are people today right now who don't like me and I can deal with it I have a social Freedom that you don't I can speak my truth because I know what happens when people disapprove or disagree with me and they hate me not much like they get all been out of sorts and life goes on [ __ ] often get into trouble because they all they also understand that um rules are this is going to sound shitty but rules are really just suggestions to maintain social cohesion at the mass level but every rule has an exception every rule was created by people and so so every rule can actually be undone by people as well an [ __ ] knows that uh it's not a virtue to Simply uh follow a rule because it's a rule like it has to make sense it has to uh support I guess his goals whether they're personal or the social goals and he doesn't mind necessarily transgressing those rules from time to time and getting into trouble because trouble is not really a real Concept in many respects um some of the the darkest moments that some of the people I look up to have been in were really were really ways for them to launch their careers and their missions to an even higher greater level like when when Dr King was arrested and thrown into the Birmingham Jail do you really think that he was in trouble I mean he has a mug shot he was arrested there he was in jail in handcuffs that's about as bad as it gets in today's society but it was an opportunity for him to write some letters and it was then a pivot point to D to draw even more attention to a social cause which generated even more momentum trouble like a a master can use anything to it to his benefit trouble is wasted on those are just the unmas like nothing can go to waste to a Master not not a crisis not a not a disaster not a disagreement anything can be used to serve once you understand reality once you have exper experience and expertise and once you know what your purpose and Mission is anything can be used to further that you have nothing to fear so I would say that in many respects that's why women like [ __ ] excellent fascinating talk let's take a little break and I'll we'll continue this and I'll post it in a week for people that want want to hear more of ay thank you all right thank you .

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 5

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A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why! Also posting for like the third time today because @rosiahills22 & @mak-32 are just spurring me on tonight!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

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We made it downstairs as Phoenix was gathering the last of her things. "I hate that I'm missing breakfast but I will meet you guys for some shopping." I nodded as I walked into the kitchen for some water. "Sounds good, what about dinner?" She shook her head. "Haven't figured out any plans, yet." I nodded as I turned and I heard her gasp. "Oh my god! Are those the Louboutin wedges you were telling me about?" I nodded and lifted my foot for her to look. "How much?" I smirked and sipped my water. "You don't want to know." She scoffed. "And you tied them in a perfect bow?" I looked to Rooster and smirked. "AW! You even tied her shoes for her?" Suddenly she gasped. "This is your first date! Let me take a picture! Please?!" I looked to Rooster who nodded.

She moved us in front of her large bay window in the living room. "Act all cute or something!" I giggled as Rooster wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side while his other hand reached across and held my waist. I rested one hand on his back and my other on his chest while I popped my left foot up. I smiled at Phoenix as she snapped a few pictures and suddenly I felt his lips on my forehead. "Oh, I am so keeping these for your wedding." I chuckled. "A little soon, don't you think, nix?" She shook her head. "Not at all, I'm maid of honor of course." I chuckled. "Of course, now go. Or else you'll be late." I said and she chuckled hugging us both before walking out the door.

"Can I drive your jeep?" I nodded and handed him the keys. "Shall we ma'lady?" I looped my arm through his. "Why, of course Mr. Bradshaw." I said putting on my best old southern Georgia accent. He led me outside and to my jeep where he opened the door and helped me in, kissing my knuckles before letting go and closing the door. He came around to the drivers side as we buckled in and he started the car, driving off.

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I sipped on my mimosa as we waited for our food. "So, I feel like if we're gonna do this we need to know a little more about each other." I said and he smirked at me, making me giggle. "Oh so we hardly know each other?" I shook my head. "Not at all." He licked his lips before nodding and leaning forward. "Okay so birthdays. Yours is March eleventh nineteen-ninety three and mine is June twenty-seventh nineteen-eighty four." My bottom lip stuck out at his words. "You remembered my birthday?" He chuckled and reached across the table, grabbing my hands. "How could I forget? We did get to spend that one together on the ship."

I was asked to report to the ready room, which was weird. We were on our way home so we didn't have to deploy. I walked in to find the room dark when suddenly five little flames lit up the room. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." My eyes welled with tears as I heard Phoenix and Rooster start to sing. "Happy birthday dear, Magnolia. Happy birthday to you." I rushed over and blew out the candles. Rooster hit the lights as Phoenix sat the slice of cake down and I yanked her into a hug. "You're the best." I let her go as Rooster pulled me into a hug. "Thank you, so much." I said squeezing him and placing a kiss on his jaw as he pulled away, making him look to me. "Well here, it's strawberry." I chuckled as I picked it up. "Y'all want some?" I offered and they shook their heads. "It's yours Magnolia." I nodded. "Yeah, but I want you guys to have some. How often to we get cake on deployment?" They agreed and we all dug in, moaning at the taste.

"I still appreciate that, still to this day." I squeezed his hand. "Okay, school?" I asked and he chuckled. "Graduated from the University of Virginia in 2009, with a bachelors in Political Science." I bit my lip. "You?" I looked down at my Naval Academy ring. "Graduated from the Naval Academy three years ago with a bachelor of science." He smirked. "I didn't know you went to the academy?" I nodded. "Straight after boot camp, met Phoenix in my second year. we bunked together." He chuckled. "That had to be interesting." I shrugged and sipped my mimosa. "It was fun, but Phoenix was always there for me. All the bullshit with Aaron, hell she tried to convince me to leave before he even proposed. Now I realize she was right."

"Here you go!" The waitress said handing us our food. "Oh, this looks divine." I said staring at the crab cake benedict in front of me. "That does look good." I eyed him. "I'll let you try a bite if you give me some of that bacon." He chuckled. "Deal." I scooped up part of the crab and the egg before holding my fork out. I expected him to take it, but he dramatically took the bite off my fork making me laugh. "Here." He said holding out the piece of bacon, I leaned forward and I saw his eyes flicker down to my cleavage that was visible. I took the piece of bacon in my mouth and sat down, winking at him as I bit a piece off. "Don't. Don't do that." I wiggled in my seat. "Don't do what?" I feigned innocence. "Don't wink at me like that. Don't shimmy around in your seat." I bit my lip. "And why not Lieutenant?" I asked and he leaned forward, talking just low enough for me to hear.

"Because if you keep it up, I'm going to rip you out of your seat and clear this table and take you right here." My eyes widened at his words, my thighs clenching together as heat pooled in my core. I sipped my mimosa trying to keep my thoughts off of what he just said, "Good girl." My eyes snapped to him. "I'm not doing this here." He smirked. "That's okay." He said as he tucked into his food. What kind of day am I in for?

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"Please. Just tell me where we are going!" I said from the backseat of my own jeep. The roof was off and I was tipsy from all the mimosas. I threw my hands up, the air pushing my arms behind me of the freeway. "WOOOO!" I yelled, startling Rooster. "Was it really smart for her to have bottomless mimosas?" Rooster looked back at me and I blew him a kiss. "No, not at all." He yelled over the wind as we got off the freeway. "I love you guys." "Oh my god, she's that type of drunk." Rooster chuckled at Phoenix's words. "Seriously! I am away from my asshole husband, sorry soon to be ex-husband. God I love that term. I'm having the time of my life with you guys, and, I'm gonna go kick ass at Top gun!" I cheered and they did as well.

"I'm proud of you Magnolia, really." Phoenix said, turning to me. I gave her a wide toothy smile as I leaned my head back as the light turned green. We drove awhile longer and I just watched the buildings go by. San Francisco was beautiful, I love the south. The beauty, the space but these big cities have a charm of their own. We pulled up to a stadium, the sign reading 'Oracle Park'. "So as a gift for getting into Top gun, I got us these." She held up tickets and handed them to me. "Oh my god! You got me tickets to a Braves game?!" She nodded. "I knew you hadn't been to a game this year so I thought this would be fun. Oh, also." She pulled something out of a bag and handed it to me. "I pulled it out of your suitcase before you guys picked me up." I opened the shirt to find it was my braves jersey.

"Oh, hell yeah!" I yelled as I slid the shirt on. They chuckled before getting out, Rooster opening my door and taking my hand to help me out. "How did you score a third ticket for Rooster?" I asked as we walked towards the entrance. "Being in the Navy has it's perks." We walked in as Phoenix gave over our tickets. "Beer, first thing to do." I said as we walked over to concessions. "I also need food, I barely got to eat before my hair appointment. We ordered beer and food, me arguing with Rooster about paying before I was so rudely reminded that my purse was still locked away in the jeep. I begrudgingly let him pay, since Phoenix bought all of our tickets and we wanted to buy hers for her.

We took our seats, which were just in front of the Braves dugout and dug into our food. Phoenix sat to my right and rooster to my left. We still had plenty of time before the game started so of course the cameras were going around doing things like the kiss cam which thankfully passed over Rooster and I. "Want another beer?" Rooster asked and I nodded excitedly. "Pretty please?" I grinned at him as he stood and took my cup and trash. "Anything for you, pretty girl." He said leaning down and kissing me. "Hey Rooster, can I get another too?" He groaned and snatched the empty cup from her. "Whatever." He sassed, walking away. "Love you too!" She yelled as he walked back up the steps. The camera was still going around and my heart sank as the camera stopped on Phoenix and I. I turned to her, "I'd kiss you." I said and she laughed loudly. "Ladies and gentleman, we have Caila Motley in the crowd!" My eyes widened at hearing my name.

"How the fuck?" I asked and the man behind me leaned forward. "I love your song, Good Girl." Everything clicked, since mom released those songs I did a few years ago people have been loving them. Many record companies even offered to buy out my navy contract, which they can't do. "SING! SING! SING! SING!" I covered my face and laid back in my seat. "Get up!" Phoenix said pulling me up. "This is an opportunity you'll never have again, get out there!" I groaned as someone came over with a mic and a beer in hand. "Can I have that?" He handed me the beer, and I chugged it. "I need to be a little more tipsy for this." I groaned. "What song would you like?" I thought about it for a minute. "Bad Boys Get Me Good." He nodded and said something into his ear piece before walking me out to the aisle.

"We can get you down to the field if you would like?" I shook my head. "No, this is fine." I said standing on the bottom landing just above the dugout. I was nervous but this song was the one I was most comfortable with. I saw the Braves players filing out of the dugout, smiling and waving at me. I waved back and turned to Phoenix, mouthing 'Oh my god' she rushed over taking my hand. "You good?" I nodded. "Just nervous and now I have two entire teams of attractive fans staring at me." She looked over and they waved again and she waved back with a grin. "Where's Rooster?" She looked around, "Probably still getting our drinks, want me to go find him?" I shook my head. "I don't know if I'd feel better or worse with him seeing me." She chuckled. "I've never even seen you this nervous for a takeoff." I shrugged. "I haven't been on stage in over ten years, I used to be good." She grabbed my arms. "You're Caila 'Magnolia' Motley, you are good!" I shoved her shoulder gently. "Alright Hangman!" She chuckled and stood back at our seats as the music kicked on. I took a deep breath as the first verse came in.

Looking at me, you think I'll be

The girl with the guy who's nice and sweet

And don't you know I'd be hood if I could

But I'm a sucker for a tall dark, flick a cigarette man

Rambling, gambling, getting what he can man

I don't know why but the bad boys get me good

I shook my hips a little as the chorus came in, dancing around as people started cheering, easing my tension.

And they get me good good, crazy good

Like a wild party in a nice neighborhood

I wanna get high off the ground

And a gentleman's only gonna wear me down

My poor mamma she never understood

Why the bad boys get me good

Get me good

Bad boys get me good

I was looking out at he field as I sang, seeing people dancing around or clapping always felt good. I got more into it, dancing around and whipping my hair around.

I never used to be a troublemaker

Back at school was on my best behavior

School begins with my head in the books

I was a straight A, no play, at the top of my class

I changed my ways when I saw his

Personality?

People laughed at the last line and I turned to find Rooster just a few steps behind me, three beers in hand, two as Phoenix took hers. His jaw was opened and he was staring at me.

Good good, crazy good

Those bad boys get me good

Good good, crazy good

Them bad boys always get me good

I decided to have fun with this and get him back for what he said in the restaurant this morning. So I bent at the waist and pulled an 'Elle Woods' with a bend and snap, but instead of the snap I ran my fingers along my side before running my hand through my hair. I looked to him to see he was still standing there, watching me intently.

Good good, crazy good

Like a wild party in a nice neighborhood

I wanna get high off the ground

And a gentleman's only gonna wear me down

My poor mamma she never understood (never understood)

That I can't get enough even though I know I should

Oh the bad boys get me good

Get me good

Yea, the bad boys get me good (oh yea)

I swung my hips to the beat, my back to Rooster. I could feel his stare on my ass and I could hear Phoenix cheering louder than anyone else.

Good good, crazy good

Those bad boys get me good

Good good, crazy good

Those bad boys get me good

Good good, crazy good

Those bad boys get me good

Good good, crazy good

Them bad boys always get me good

But I'm a sucker for a tall dark, flick a cigarette man

Rambling, gambling, getting what he can man

I closed out the song as cheers erupted. I gave an elegant bow at the waist and tossed a wave to the crowd. "Pure talent right there, folks! Give her a big round of applause!" This made me proud, reminding me why I almost went into music over the Navy. I turned and handed the mic back to the staff member, who shook my hand, thanking me for my service before walking off. I turned to find Rooster still staring at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked and he chuckled and I took one of the beers. "You just-you-wow." I smirked and leaned up to kiss him. "I'm full of surprises, don't you forget it." I said before sipping my beer and taking my seat next to Phoenix, Rooster sitting next to me and placing his hand on my thigh. I smirked into my beer, happy to just be with my best friend and the literal man of my dreams.

~~~

"YEAH!" I screamed as I launched myself out of the seat as the Braves won. "My god! She's a monster!" Rooster yelled at Phoenix as I cheered. "She's drunk!" I sat back in my seat. "I'm not drunk!" They laughed at me as we waited for most people to clear out. "Come on sweet girl, let's get you some food." I smiled widely. "Oh my god! I want the biggest burger in town!" I said making him laugh as he held my hand. "Then let's go find you the biggest burger." I nodded and took off, pulling him with me. "Don't let her drag you!" Phoenix yelled. "She's stronger than she looks!"

~~~

I sobered up at dinner, drinking water and eating carbs made me sober up. "So how did you wind up singing?" Rooster asked as we were all sitting in Phoenix's living room, my legs tossed over his, his hand holding my legs close. "The kiss cam came around, and I guess they caught sight of me." Phoenix chuckled. "She thought they wanted me and her to kiss." I nodded. "And did you?" We laughed at him. "No, but we have before." His eyes widened. "Wait what?" I nodded. "It was, um-" "That night we played truth or dare for some ungodly reason." I groaned at the memory. "That was traumatic! But yes, we have before." Rooster raised a brow. "And?"

"Oh, she's good!" Phoenix said and I chuckled. "You might be better." Rooster watched between us. "Only once?" I shook my head. "Two other times, both drunk." He groaned, "I should've gone to the Naval Academy." I chuckled at him. "It's okay, now you get to kiss me." He raised his brows and tilted his head. "Okay, that's fair." We went silent again, just watching the tv. Until Phoenix spoke up, "I'm so glad you two met." I looked to her, seeing that she was staring out the window. "You okay?" "I just realized, I don't have to worry about you anymore." She had a few tears stream down her face. "Aw! Honey!" I said getting up and crawling into the chair with her, "Come here." I said, pulling her into me as we just sat in the chair. "You don't have to worry anymore." I kissed her head as she buried her face in my chest.

I looked to Rooster, he had a sad smile on his face. "Let's get you to bed, hm?" She nodded and I stood with her, walking her upstairs. As she got into Bianca's room she laid on the bed and I laid with her for a few minutes. "You're my best friend, you know that?" She nodded. "I'm so happy for you." I chuckled and kissed her head. "It's because of you. We bumped into each other but you were the one who got us to hang out. You were the one who let him come here." She chuckled. "So maid of honor and godmother?" I laughed. "Maid of honor, for sure. Godmother, you may have to fight my mama on that one."

We laid there in the quiet for a little while longer until her breathing evened out. I slowly stood up, pulling the covers over her and turning off the lights as I closed the door. "She okay?" Rooster asked as he came up behind me, startling me as his hands went around my waist. "She's fine, just happy." He turned me around to face him. "I am too." I smiled and pulled him into a kiss. "I am too, so happy." He quickly lifted me up bridal style, "Come on, I have a flight tomorrow evening and I just wanna cuddle you all night." I giggled quietly as he took me into Phoenix's room, where we slept touching each other all night.

~~~

"I change my mind, I don't wanna go to Top gun. I wanna go with you." I said as tears streamed down my face. Rooster wiped the tear away as we stood in the airport. "Oh, pretty girl I would give anything for you to come with me right now. But you have a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you're going to take it. Then afterwards, I'll meet you at the airport in Norfolk." I groaned and rested my head on his shoulder. "I didn't think you leaving would be this hard!" I cried as his arms wrapped around me. "I know, I know honey." I squeezed him. "Go, kick ass, and come out on top!" I nodded. "Don't worry Caila, Top gun is thirteen weeks. It will fly by and you'll be on the first plane to Virginia." Phoenix said throwing her arm around my shoulder. "I know, I just didn't think I would struggle with this. I mean, hell what am I gonna do when deployments come around? Because they will."

"You'll cry, and beg me to stay and I will do the same thing when you get orders." I chuckled as he brushed my hair back. "Don't even bring that up." I said, making him chuckle. "My flight leaves in forty-five minutes and I still have to get through security." I hugged him tightly, his lips landing on the crown of my head. "I'll miss you." I mumbled into his chest, I vaguely heard myself over his heartbeat. "Oh," He sighed. "I'll miss you too pretty girl." I pulled away to lean up and kiss him. "Remember, if anything happens, I'm coming for you and I'm getting you out. You're mine now, and I'm not letting you go." He said as he leaned his forehead on mine, his hand caressing my cheek and I leaned into it. "I don't want you to let me go." He smiled and kissed me one last time.

"Oh shit!" He fussed, "What?" He shuffled through his bag and pulled out a long jewelry box. Tears welled up in my eyes at the sight, "Rooster, you didn't." He chuckled and opened the box, showing me the gold diamond solitaire necklace. "You shouldn't have Rooster, it wasn't cheap." I said as I wiped the tears from my face. "Yeah, but my girl only gets the best. May I?" I turned, lifting my hair and let him place the necklace around my neck, clasping it. He placed a kiss on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Gorgeous." I smiled and played with the small stone that laid between my collar bones. "It truly is Rooster, thank you." He chuckled. "I was talking about you pretty girl." I blushed at his words and looked at my watch. "Fuck! You have thirty minutes till boarding! Go!" I yelled as Phoenix hugged him quickly, before he pulled me into him. His hands gently grabbed my neck, and pulled me into a searing kiss. "I'll be waiting, honey." I kissed him one more time before shoving him. "Alright Casanova! Go!"

I pushed him towards security and it took about fifteen minutes to get through. Phoenix and I stayed till he was on the other side. He grabbed his duffel from security and started running towards his gate. "That man is wrapped around your finger." Phoenix said as we turned to walk back to the car. "MAGNOLIA!" We whipped around. "What in tarnation is that man doing?! He's gonna miss his damn flight!" I growled as he ran back up to security, about a hundred feet away. He had a mischievous smirk on his face and he cupped his hands around his mouth. "I LOVE YOU MAGS!" My jaw dropped and I thought my heart was going to swell out of my chest. He winked at me before turning and sprinting back through the airport to his gate. "Did he just-" "Loudly announce his love for you to this entire section of the airport? Yes." Phoenix finished.

"So, how are you going to respond?" I shot my hand into my purse and digging for my phone. "Fuck, his phone will be on airplane mode as soon as he boards." After a few minutes of digging for my phone, I found it. Only after dumping my entire purse in the floor and making phoenix help me find it. "Got it! Got it!" I looked at the time and saw he had five minutes if he hasn't boarded early. I quickly tapped on the unsaved number and it rang, only once. "Hey pretty girl I-" " I love you too." I muttered and I could practically hear the grin growing on his face. "Oh, yeah?" I nodded. "I have spent the last few years, pushing my feelings aside and I'm done. Bradley Bradshaw, I love you." I looked to Phoenix who was trying so hard to hold in her excitement. I heard something on his end and he sighed. "I love you too, sweet girl. I have to board but as soon as I land I will call you." I nodded and bit my lip. "Okay, I love you." I couldn't stop saying it. "I love you too, honey. We'll talk soon, bye." "Bye." I stood as Phoenix did, squealing as she grabbed my hands to ground me.

~~~

The rest of my time with Phoenix was fun, especially after her roommates came home. It was a constant party, bar hopping, clubbing, mimosas at brunch, girl's nights in. It was the most fun I have had in a long time, of course I got to talk to Rooster at least once a day, making sure we called each other and spent some time talking. I also found out many things about Phoenix.

She loves home cooked meals, but hates cooking. So of course, I cooked some of my mamaw's traditional southern recipes which she died for. She loved getting dressed up, any opportunity she had and she has amazing fashion sense. She could hold her liquor better than any of us. But what surprised me the most, my lovely Phoenix, is a total maneater! She was pulling so many men every time we went out, getting us free drinks, one guy even paid for our meal and our uber. Phoenix had charm and she knew how to use it.

I was sad to leave Phoenix, but knowing what comes after Top gun had me much more excited to go. I loaded up all my stuff after Phoenix helped me wash my clothes, "It's an eight hour drive and I'll likely hit LA traffic." She nodded. "Call me when you get there so I can stop stressing." I chuckled. "Yes, mama." I quipped and she glared at me before grabbing my face and kissing my head. "Go, so you can kick some ass and show them who the best fighter pilot of this generation is." I nodded and crawled into my jeep. "TOP GUN, BABY!" I yelled as I took off down the street.

I arrived on base almost ten hours later, thank god I left at 5 a.m. I jumped out of my jeep and grabbed my stuff, taking it inside to the barracks. I didn't bring much, mainly clothes and necessities to get through these thirteen agonizing weeks. But now that I'm here, as excited as I am to see Rooster again, I'm so excited to be at Top gun.

~~~

"Attention on deck!" We all jumped to attention as Captain Heatherly walked in. "Welcome to Top gun, I am Captain Heatherly better known as Jester, you are here because you are the best of the best. But at the end of your training, only one will truly come out on top and prove they are better than all of you. You will learn dog fighting, how to defend against the best of the best, out there." He said pointing out the window.

After introductions we were sent out to get in the air. "Lieutenant Wilder." I turned to find Jester walking over to me with a blonde man in glasses in tow. "Yes sir?" I asked and he nodded. "As you were. We are giving you a WSO while you're here." I furrowed my brows. "I'm sorry sir, I've always flown single." He nodded. "Top gun is about challenging you, Lieutenant Floyd here will be your new back seater." I nodded and shook his hand. "Callsign?" I asked as I adjusted my Oakley's. "Bob, yours?" I held up my helmet. "Magnolia."

"How do you handle intense flying, Bob?" He gave me a crooked smile. "I've trained for it." I nodded and turned to the jet. "Then load up, Bob." He followed behind as we both did our precheck, and loaded up. "Ready, Bob?" "As I'll ever be." We taxied out and waited. "Magnolia, ready for take off." I waited with baited breath for control to give me the all clear. "Magnolia, you are clear for take off." With that I pushed forward until we were finally in the sky.

~~~

"I can't believe we're four weeks in and we're in first." Bob said in disbelief as we rode to a bar that everyone has been going to. "We're the best for a reason, Bobby." Bob and I became close over the course of this program, he's become a close friend and we spend a lot of time together. "Think we'll graduate on top?" I nodded. "Keep doing what we're doing, and we will."

I pulled the Jeep into the sandy parking lot of the Hard Deck and we jumped out. "So whose DD?" Bob raised a finger. "I don't drink often, and I'm not in a mood." I nodded and tossed him the keys. "I'll go easy on you tonight." He gave me a scared look as we walked in, it wasn't super crowded yet so I immediately went to the bar. The brunette behind the bar seemed vaguely familiar, so I waited with Bob at the bar, my tiffany blue sundress flowing around my thighs. She turned and saw me and walked over with an eyebrow quirked. "Do I know you?" I chuckled. "I thought the same thing, Caila Wilder, maiden name is Motley." Her jaw dropped. "No. you're admiral Motley's daughter?" I nodded and she laughed. "Last time I saw you, you barely came to my knee." I furrowed my brows at her. "I dated Pete Mitchell off and on throughout the years, we went to an anniversary party for your parents. Penny Benjamin."

I nodded in realization. "So you dated Mav, nice." She chuckled and shook her head. "I know, not my best choice." I shook my head. "Naw, Pete is nice." I held a straight face for all of three seconds. We laughed together, her leaning against the bar. "So you work here?" She nodded. "I manage the place." I smiled at her. "Good, someone I can trust to make my Moscow mules." She chuckled and made my drink, sliding it to me. "Because I like you, I'll give you a heads up on my rules." She pointed to a sign and I laughed. 'Disrespect a lady, the navy or place your phone on my bar. You buy a round.' "I think we'll get on just fine Penny."

~~~

By week ten Bob and I were struggling to maintain first place against Yale and Harvard, what a pair. It was ten a.m. on a day off and I was sat on the back deck of the Hard Deck, I have been coming here for a few days to write some songs. It helps clear my mind. Most are about Rooster, a few are about Aaron and what an ass he is. "I'm sorry we're- Oh, it's you." Penny said walking out back. "Sorry, it's just peaceful out here." She nodded and joined me, holding out her hand to me from the chair next to me.

"Can I see?" I handed over the notepad and she read it. "This is deep, a little different from what i've seen you write on my bar." I blushed realizing she's noticed the few lines I've written when inspiration struck. "This isn't about the man whose been making you happy." I bit my lip. "You're right, it's about my husband." Her eyes widened. "You're married?" I nodded. "Soon to be divorced. I file in three weeks." She huffed. "Damn, I hate that for you." I chuckled. "You should be happy for me. Aaron is a narcissistic ass and I'm more than ready to be with the man I actually love."

"When did you realize you loved him?" I sighed. "When he yelled it at me in the middle of an airport eleven weeks ago. That's when I realized it, but I've loved him a lot longer. We met on deployment a few years back. My husband didn't pick me up from the Florida keys so we did a road trip since we were going the same general direction. I married Aaron the same day Rooster left back for Virginia." She slammed her hands on the arm rest of the chair. "Rooster? Bradley Bradshaw?!" She asked and I nodded. "Honey that boy was absolutely head over heels for a girl when he was here! Wouldn't look at any other woman in this bar, told me he was waiting on the brunette almost black haired, blue eyed beauty to realize what she was missing. The shock I had when he told me she was married and he was waiting for the day she came to her senses!" I laughed.

"I came to my senses." She rested her chin in her hand. "Please, tell me it was romantic! The boy seems like a hopeless romantic!" I chuckled. "I think it was. He face timed a mutual friend of ours while I was with her and he told me he would do anything for me, that if I asked him to fly out he would drop everything and come. All I said was please and within an hour that man was on a flight from Virginia to San Francisco." She covered her mouth as she smiled. "We spent the entire weekend together and when he left he pulled out this necklace he bought for me," I lifted the gold necklace to show her. "He ran through security and for his gate, then the fool turned around and screamed he loved me across the airport." She chuckled. "That is amazing! So you're going to be with him once you finish Top gun?" I nodded. "Penny, I would be worse than stupid if I ever let that man go." She bit her lip. "But you're the only one who knows about this, so it's our little secret." I said and she winked at me.

~~~

I got back into the barracks after training, ready for a shower before heading out to the Hard Deck. We graduate tomorrow and Bob and I have been neck in neck with Yale and Harvard, we won't know who truly came out on top until graduation tomorrow. As I set my bag down I saw a bouquet of roses on my coffee table, I looked around quickly wondering who brought them in since I had been at training all day. Then I remembered Halo said she left her bra here when she crashed the other night and needed it. She must've brought them in since she had my key before returning it. I grabbed the note, smiling as I read it.

Magnolia,

Congratulations on finishing Top gun. I wish I could be there to celebrate but I know we will the moment you land. You are an incredible pilot and an even better person and I couldn't be more proud to call you mine.

~ Bradley Bradshaw

I stood as he stormed towards me and I caught his arms, folding them behind him. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked, growling in his ear from behind. I lost my towel when I fell but I couldn't care about that now, I also noticed he was more buff than he was before I left for Texas. He'd been hitting the gym, which makes it harder to stand against him. I shoved him forwards and he smirked, shaking his arms out. "I still have a military I.D, babe. Grounds staff unlocked the door for me." I narrowed my eyes at him, snatching my towel. "And to my surprise a bouquet of roses were on your front porch, so I thought I'd bring them in for you." My eyes widened in realization, he has been in here since before I got here. "I figured they were from your father but to my surprise they were from BRADLEY!" He started yelling.

I bit my lip before I went into my room where I slipped into the shower, letting the hot water ease my tense muscles. I took longer than normal just to unwind, before slipping out. I put the necklace Rooster got me back on, not wanting to forget the simple gold piece. I dried off and towel dried my hair some. I lived in the barracks by myself so I never worried about covering myself after showers. As I walked out I heard something behind me and before I could turn someone grabbed me, launching me into the wall where I crashed to the floor. My vision was a little hazy but I could never miss Aaron's face. How the hell did he get in?

"I thought you were still in Texas. I drove out there to surprise you," He paused, why the hell would he visit? He's never attempted to visit before. "Then I get told you were sent here. I almost drove here immediately when I got a call from work telling me to come home." I watched every move he made, watching his body language closely. "I get there and an old college friend of mine is sitting in my office, to tell me MY WIFE WANTS A FUCKING DIVORCE!" He lunged for me and I barely managed to move before he gripped my hair, yanking my head back and wrapping his free arm around my neck, holding me in a choke hold. "You don't divorce me. You are my wife, you will always be my wife, and if you ever try to leave me again, I will kill you and him." His tone told me he was dead serious.

"You can kill me if you want, I refuse to be trapped with you." He let go of my hair and stroked my head, pushing my wet hair away from my face. "Would you let Bradley die for you?" I furrowed my brows. "He called while you were in the shower." My heart was thudding out of my chest. "I didn't answer of course, I wanted to see what he said. Wanna listen?" He asked, nuzzling his nose in my hair. He pulled my phone up and played the voicemail.

"Hey sweet girl, I guess you're probably busy. Getting all dolled up to go out, probably in some pretty sundress that's going to make you look fucking ethereal. I just wanted to call and say how proud I am of you, there's no way you're coming in as anything less than first because you're a damn good pilot. I know the next few days are going to be hell, meeting with the divorce lawyer and all, but I'm with you honey, every step of the way. I'll be at Norfolk international when you land, flowers in hand. I hope you remember to enjoy these last few hours because they fly by. I love you, pretty girl. I'll see you in a few days."

"How sweet, he seems to really care. Maybe, I was wrong about him." He squeezed his forearm tighter around my neck, making it harder to breathe. "It really seemed like it when I saw a picture of you two on twitter. All cuddly and in love." I furrowed my brow as he showed me a picture. It was Rooster and I at Oracle Park after my impromptu performance. I was laughing as Rooster was leaning in to kiss my head, my hand on his left bicep as his right hand was holding my thigh. "You look happy, just like you used to with me." I pushed against him. "I was happy until you started treating me like shit! I'm worth more than that!" He turned me around, grabbing my face. "You're worth what I say you're worth, and that's less than the dirt under my shoe." He shoved me back into the wall my head bouncing off it. "He even bought you that necklace didn't he?" I shook my head. "I bought it myself." He chuckled, "I'll let you keep it, that way it can act as a reminder of who gets hurt if you step out of line."

"Now, I got you a new phone." He said as he trapped me between his arms. "It has my number in it, and your parents and Jameson's that's it." I shoved him, scoffing. "If this is your way of controlling me-" "No, I have other methods." I snatched my phone and dialed 911. "I wouldn't do that unless you want him dead." I furrowed my brows and his words distracted me enough for him to take my phone and launch it into the wall by my head, making me cower as I was almost hit. It shattered as he stepped past me and stomped on it, staring into my eyes, it was a challenge. "I wasn't bluffing." I stared at him, he really wasn't bluffing.

"I have made, many friends over the few years I've been practicing law. It has brought some very unique people before me." He leaned forward, whispering in my ear. "Did you know that many big crime families live in Atlanta?" I furrowed my brows and looked to him. "A lot of them would agree to just about anything to get their loved ones, even their enforcers out of prison. So when I asked a specific enforcer to help me, in exchange for getting his brother out of prison, he jumped at the opportunity to help me." I shook my head. "You know that when you're caught, not if, when, you will be serving time in prison yourself." I pushed past him to put on some clothes, hating the way he kept glancing at me.

"No, you see because you're the only one who knows about this. I won't be caught, because if you say anything I will have him shot." I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, the forest green sundress shifting under the weight. "Get out." I said sternly. He chuckled. "GET OUT!" I grabbed his shoulders and rammed him into the wall. "You wanna see? Because he's being followed twenty-four seven." I grabbed him by the collar of his button up, pulling him off the wall. "If I ever hear that you have touched a hair on his head, I will make you disapp-" Suddenly his phone rang, and he answered the facetime call. I had this man by the collar of his shirt and he answers a face time call?

"We got him Mr. Wilder. He left base and we're on his tail." A voice I'd never heard before spoke. "Just in time, D. I needed to prove to dear wifey here, that her boy toy isn't as safe as she hoped." I stood him up and backed him into the wall in the hallway. "What the hell is going on?" I growled and he smirked, showing me his phone. Bradley was walking down the street, hands tucked in his pockets, and a smirk on his face. I'm not sure where he was headed but whoever was calling Aaron, they seemed to be across the street, almost like they were in a building or on a roof. "Why don't you take aim, D? I wanna see her reaction." I furrowed my brow until I saw the barrel of a rifle pointed at him, my breath caught in my throat. "Want me to take the shot?" I looked to Aaron as tears welled in my eyes, Rooster was still walking, as if there was nothing wrong. "Why not? I'm tired of dealing with this." I head him cock the rifle and I panicked, the fear of not only losing him but watching him die being too much to handle. "I'LL STAY! I'll stay! Just, please, don't do this!" I begged, pushing myself against him, as if the pressure would change his mind.

"Oh, hang on, D. What was that baby?" Tears fell down my cheeks as I sobbed. "I'll stay. Just please, don't do this." He smirked at me. "Stand down, D. I got her where I want her." The rifle disappeared from view and the call ended. "Is he-" "No, I'll be nice this time. But if you ever try to leave me again, I'll make sure he's dead, you'll have nowhere to run too. You defy me, I'll kill him. You tell anyone, I'll kill him." His hands rested on my cheeks softly. "I love you too much to lose you, Caila. You need to understand, I can't live without you." If only I could leave, and it kill you. "Just don't hurt him, please." I begged as I cried. Aaron leaned forward and kissed the tears from my cheeks, something he's never done. "Come on, we have an hour before you have to be with your team, you can introduce me at dinner." He pulled me back towards my bedroom. My mind was reeling, he flipped like a switch, like a true psychopath. I felt his lips on my neck and I shuddered. "Aaron." I cried and he chuckled. "Come on baby, I've missed you." He interlaced his finger with mine as I cried. "You do as I say, and Bradley gets to live." I sobbed as he shoved me back towards the bed.

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hotsforharlow · 3 years ago

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are you taking requests for best friend!reader?? if not, you can ignore this.

but maybe you can write from each point of view of them realising they have feelings for each other?!!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

FOR JACK

Jack was the first to fall in love. It happened gradually until it all came to a head one day as you helped him study. He watched you lean over the table you were both sharing and couldn’t help but lose himself. Jack always knew he liked you more than most of his other friends but he didn’t think much of it. Until now. He knew you were talking to him but all he could do was stare for the moment. Those blues of his looking over your animated face. “Are you even listening?” You giggled out, leaning forward as you settled onto the kitchen island of his home. Jack blinked and moved his glasses back down.

It gave him the distraction he needed to collect his thoughts. “Of course.” Jack mumbled; a curl or two falling into his face. “Hmm, I don’t believe you.” You teased and moved the papers to one side for a break. He could only blush; Jack couldn’t defend himself. He hadn’t heard a word you’d said for a while now. “No wonder you are failing.” You teased and moved to brush the curl from his face and Jack had to fight to not lean into your touch. “Why are you so mean?” He hummed, a soft smile tugging on his face. “Because you are too cute when I am.” You hummed, leaning over and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before standing up.

Jack could only shake his head and thankfully he only began to blush when you moved to collect a drink. He looked over his shoulder and watched you move around his home; so comfortably. He loved it. “You know you really do have a staring problem.” You couldn’t help but tease as you caught him. “Well, I can’t help it when you are so pretty.” Jack hummed, teasing as ever. Your relationship was built on being flirtatious. “Shut up Jack.” You giggled and moved around the table once more. Your eyes locked and you softly smiled before moving the papers in front of him. He needed to pass this test.

“Are you sleeping over tonight?” Jack asked after a moment of silence as he concentrated on the work. “I can do..you want me to?” You softly babbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. “Of course.” He was nearly breathless as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “You are clingy today.” You teased some more as you picked one of Maggie’s cookies she had baked. “You aren’t ill, are you?” You softly asked, worry in your tone now as you moved to feel his forehead. But he only laughed, shook his head and gently grabbed your hand.

FOR YOU

It was a year after Jack fell in love with you that you fell in love with him. At prom, nonetheless. The date you had found someone better, apparently and hadn’t even had the decency to pick you up. That’s where as ever Jack came to your rescue. God, you didn’t know what you would ever do without him. You watched him come to you; dressed so handsomely with your flower in his hand as he gave it to you. “You didn’t have to.” You softly whispered and tried to keep your emotions at bay as he gently placed it around your delicate wrist. A soft blush came over your face as you locked eyes with him.

“Thank you for coming.” You whispered, your smile finally in place after a ruined evening you didn’t think you could save. “Always.” Jack promised and leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Okay, picture time.” Urban’s voice echoed and you both moved from each other to stand in the group. You giggled as Jack wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you both posed. Your smile slowly fell at the sight of your would-be-date arriving with a much prettier girl. “Hey, he doesn’t matter.” Jack whispered into your ear, his hand moving up and down his back as those dark blues glared at the guy.

“Yeah…”You whispered, ducking your head down for a moment before reaching for his hand. “I only need you anyway.” Jack smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. “Exactly.” He promised. “Now come on, we have a dance to attend.” He took your hand now as you laughed and the group moved into the building. “You can’t dance.” You whispered, moving to rest your head on his shoulders as you softly smiled. His heart beat dancing in your ears and his so familiar scent washed over you like a comfort blanket. God, you had fallen in love with your best friend in the entire world. Nothing good could ever come of this, right?

“I’ll follow your lead.” Jack whispered, his words holding a deeper meaning that you missed as you shook your head with a laugh. Urban as ever snapping some photos that in years to come you’d both look back on and wonder why you had been so stupid. So many years lost as you danced around each other.

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poge-life · 4 years ago

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365 Days pt 2~ Rafe Cameron

Summary: After barely spending anytime with Rafe after that day on the druthers, Rafe invited you to go with him to a family dinner to make-up for it. After quickly returning home, he decides to show you exactly what he’s wanted to do with you.

Warnings: Smut (duh), choking, spanking, sex against a window, oral (m receiving), fingering, cream-pie, name calling (mostly slut), Rafe being a total babe.

Free ship or story to anyone who can guess how many times I wrote moan in this because I know I used it a lot lmao

word count: 4.1k

365 days

You and Rafe hadn’t had a moments peace since that day on the Druthers. Rafe had been swept away by Topper and Kelce and you had been doing some volunteer work with your mom. Since that day on the Druthers, your need for Rafe had grown stronger. Rafe did indeed ruin you for other men and that was fine.

Of course he would stay over most of the time but he would always be gone when you would wake up due to his best friends coming to take him away for the day. But tonight, Rafe had told you that you would be joining him in going to dinner with his family and you were excited to spend time with him, even if it was with his entire family.

Rafe had come to pick you up in order to get ready at his house and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the urge to climb over the console and just ride him in your driveway. But you gave yourself a pat on the back for having that much self restraint. Rafe had picked out your outfit for the night; a red dress that had a look back and clung to you in all the places that drove Rafe crazy. He loved the color red on you, the way it made (y/s/c) glow. You paired it with a pair of black heels and the jewelry Rafe had gifted you.

Rafe was dressed in black from head to toe. A black button up that was rolled up to the elbows tucked into his black dress pants with a pair of black buckle shoes. He had on a gold chain and his rings that you oh-so-loved on his fingers. He left his hair messy, just the way you liked it.

“Damn,” Rafe spoke, leaning against the bathroom door, “I’m the luckiest guy in the Outer Banks. I’m tempted to just tell my dad to fuck off so I can spend all night doing very bad things to you.”

You felt your heart race at his words. It wasn’t like you and Rafe to go this long without having sex and it was driving you nuts. You turned and leaned up against the bathroom sink as Rafe moved closer to you, “I know you’d prefer that over going to dinner. And I know you think about that day out on the boat. Because it’s all I think about.”

“Just how much you came apart for my dick and my mouth and my fingers,” He continued, “I turned you from this good little girl to my needy little slut who will do anything I say. And I know you like it.”

You clench your thighs to keep your arousal at bay from his words. It was no secret to anyone that Rafe had a dirty mouth. He oozes major sex appeal. And he was all yours.

You pushed off the sink, making your way over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Rafe placed his hands on your waist, giving it a squeeze before he moved on to give your ass a squeeze.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me, and trust me, I really want you too,” you told him, looking up at him through your lashes, “you need to prove to your dad you can handle the business.”

Rafe groaned, knowing you were right. He leaned down and placed his lips on yours, pulling away before he could deepen it. Rafe laughed at the pout on your face, giving your ass a pat before he pulled away, “C’mon, the quicker we go to dinner, the quicker we can fuck.”

Dinner wasn’t as bad as you expected. Of course, Rafe had to make a few remarks to John B but you and Sarah quickly shut it down before it could escalate.

Rafe had his hand on your thigh the entire night and you couldn’t help but wish he would move it just a little bit higher up your dress. He just looked so good and you didn’t understand how you managed to snap him up.

You couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat the closer you got to his house. Rafe had granted your wish and placed his hand just underneath the hem of your dress, but had his pinky rubbing the skin of your upper thigh and just that alone was enough for you to get going.

Shutting off his truck, you waited for Rafe to come around and open your door. This was the Rafe that you fell in love with. The Rafe that was never mean to you. The Rafe that was always sweet and a gentleman.

He held out his hand and you grabbed a hold of it, hoping out of the truck. Rafe shut the door and quickly pushed up against it, tilting your head up to look at him, “what should I do with you tonight, hm?”

You trailed your fingers down his chest, stopping just on his belt, tugging him closer to you, “Mm, you could start by giving me a kiss.”

Rafe smirked at you, nodding his head as he leaned down and gave you what you wanted. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you gave it a tug, causing Rafe to press against you, feeling his obvious arousal against your lower stomach.

You pulled away after biting down on his bottom lip, looking up at him. His lips were swollen and his pupils were dilated and his hair was even messier than before. And you loved it.

“We should go inside before I fuck you right here.” He whispered, pulling you with him up the walkway. Not before seeing your flustered look at the thought of Rafe fucking you against the side of his truck.

He shut the front door behind him and pulled you tight against him, wrapping his hand around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling, looking up at him. Rafe applied a little more pressure as he leaned down to connect your lips together again. He let go of your throat to slide his hands down your waist, over the curve of your ass, and to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze. He bent down a bit and picked you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Trailing your lips down his jaw and to his neck, you sucked just under his jaw, right where his sweet spot was as he walked you up the stairs and to his room. Rafe tapped the side of your thigh, signaling for you to get down. He opened his door and ushered you into his room, shutting the door as you walked over to his window.

From Rafe’s room, you had a nice view of the pier. You spent many mornings sitting out on the little balcony he had, watching the sunrise when you couldn’t sleep. It was those little moments that you savoured with him before both of you got whisked away for the day.

Rafe walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. You placed your hands on top of his as you leaned back in his embrace, just listening to the quiet.

“You know,” Rafe spoke quietly, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this window.”

You hummed, turning your head to look over at him with a smirk, “so what’s stopping you? Sarah isn’t coming home tonight and your parents won’t be back for a while.”

“Fuck, I love that your just as dirty as I am.” He groaned, spinning you in his arms before walking you backwards and pressing you against the window.

Goosebumps showed up from the coolness of the glass against your warm skin. Rafe slid his hand up your thigh and pushed up the bottom of your skirt...only to be met with absolutely nothing.

His eyes darkened as he realized you had gone all night without any underwear, “you’ve been walking around without any underwear?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your face heated up from the look he was giving you. He slid two fingers between your folds, moaning at the feeling of how wet you were. Rafe brought his two fingers up to your mouth and motioned for you to open it. You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned forward and wrapped our lips around his fingers, going down to the knuckles.

Rafe’s mouth dropped slightly as he watched your mouth work on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, licking up your arousal. Rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth and brought them back between your legs, slowly pushing them into your wet pussy.

You let out a moan at the feeling. You clenched around his fingers, causing him to smirk at you, “Already? I’ve barely done anything and you’re already clenching around my fingers.”

You threw him a glare which didn’t last long, as you threw your head back against the glass, arching your back as he maneuvered his wrist to hit that spot, “Fuck!”

“Fuck babe, you’re dripping.”

You looked down at his wrist to see your arousal coating his palm and looked back up at him, “mm, you have that affect on me.”

Rafe felt pride swell up in his chest at your words. He loved the way he made you feel. And he knew he was the only guy who could make you feel this way. Like you said, he ruined you for other guys. And you were perfectly okay with that.

You felt that pressure build up in your stomach, causing you to reach down and grab hold of his wrist as you arched your back off the glass, “Fuck, Rafe!”

“You gonna cum?” He teased, “You know what you have to do, baby.”

You opened your eyes to glare at him, knowing he wouldn’t let you cum unless you beg him for it.

You slowly started grinding down against his hand as you leaned forward, “Please let me cum...daddy.”

“I’m not sure you deserve it, baby. And you wanna know why?”

You nodded as you shut your eyes as he picked up speed with his fingers, “because you walked around without any underwear on. Anyone could have seen your pussy. My pussy.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes but Rafe shook his head, “Mm, do you want someone else to see my pussy? You want someone else to see how slutty you can be?”

You shook your head no as you moved to grip his shoulders, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt, “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t want anyone to see your pussy.”

Rafe tangled his hand in your hair and yanked it back, causing you to let out a moan, “That’s right. You’re my slut. My naughty little girl. So beg me to let you cum. Beg me like the naughty little girl you arm.”

You practically came right there from his words. You stuck out your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “I’m sorry, daddy. Please let me cum. I’ll be good. I wanna cum. Wanna be good for you.”

Rafe hummed as he leaned down to suck on your neck before nipping at your ear, “so cum. Cum on my fingers.”

You felt the fabric of his shirt rip as you gripped it and you knew you would have fallen if Rafe didn’t have hold of you as your climax took over you. Rafe slowly pulled his fingers out of you and they were covered in your cum.

Your mouth dropped as you watched him suck your arousal off his fingers. He raised an eyebrow at you as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, “Want to taste?”

You nodded your head and Rafe slammed his mouth against yours, biting your bottom lip as he forced his tongue in your mouth. The kiss was hot and just straight tongue and spit and it was perfect. Just the way you liked it.

Rafe pulled away and looked over at your appearance. Your hair was slightly messy from him pulling on it and your chest was quickly rising. The bottom of your dress was pushed up above hips and your thighs glistened with your arousal.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.”

Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you over with him to his bed. He sat down and pulled you down with your legs on either side of him. His hands were on your ass, tightly gripping it as you moved yours to play with his hair.

“Want your dick, baby.” You mumbled, leaning down to place your lips on his as you started to move your hips against his. Rafe tightened the grip he had on your waist as he pulled away from the kiss, “So take it. You want it, do it yourself.”

You quickly jumped up from your spot on his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him, undoing his belt and quickly popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He lifted his hips up so you could pull down his pants and boxers.

Your mouth watered at the sight. His dick was glorious. The tip was red and dripping with precum and every vein looked tempting. You leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on the tip, causing him to buck his hips up and grab ahold of your hair, “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

You wrapped your lips around the top of his dick and slowly worked the way down. Rafe was thicker than most and had a decent length to it. He definitely gave other guys a run for their money with his dick. You struggled the first few times you gave him head, only ever having given two guys head before.

Your nose was pressed against his pelvis and Rafe thrusted his hips up, causing you to gag and pull away. You took a breath before sucking on the tip. Rafe threw his head back with a groan as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Fuck, baby.”

You pulled his dick out of your mouth and trailed your tongue down the base. You wrapped your hand around him and started to twist your wrist. You leaned down and sucked one of his balls in your mouth, causing him to jump and look down at you in surprise.

This was the first time you had ever done that and he was conflicted on how it felt. On one hand, it felt weird and on the other, it felt fantastic, “Holy shit. That feels good.”

You threw him a wink and moved to suck on the other one. You released it with a pop and went back to sucking on his dick. Rafe grabbed your head with both of his hands and started to quickly thrust into your mouth. You let out a moan at the feeling and Rafe tensed up at the vibrations on his dick.

“Gonna cum right down your slutty little throat.”

You let out another moan at his words, eyes rolling back as you felt your arousal begin to grow again. Rafe let out a smirk as he slowly pulled out of your mouth, “stick your tongue out, baby.”

You did as he said and Rafe tapped his dick against it before sliding back into your mouth. He held your head down against his pelvis and let out a loud moan as he felt your throat contract around his dick.

You grabbed hold of his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, still holding your head and you felt his thighs tense up, knowing he was about to cum.

Rafe threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair as he felt his cum shoot into your mouth. He slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and groaned at the cum that dripped down your chin. You stuck your tongue out before closing your mouth and swallowed, sticking your tongue out again to show him you swallowed it.

“Good girl.” he smirked, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You pushed yourself off the floor and pushed him to lay back on the bed as you crawled on top of him, “Need you to fuck me, Rafe. Need your cock so bad.”

Rafe grabbed hold of your ass before bringing his hand down on it. Hard. You let out a moan at the stinging sensation and he soothed the skin by rubbing his hand over where he just smacked, “Yeah? My needy little slut needs her daddy’s big dick? Tell me what you want.”

You sat up and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, “need you to fuck me, daddy. Hard. Need you to show me whose pussy it is.”

Rafe sat up so you could slide his shirt off his shoulders and he moved his hands to pull off your dress, moaning at the sight of your pierced nipples.

You let out a giggle as he leaned forward to suck one of them into his mouth. You shut your eyes and tangled one of your hands in his hair as his other hand came up and played with your other breast.

“God, I can’t get over how perfect your tits are.” He whispered, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and tugged on his hair, “it’s not like you have a picture of them as your lock screen.”

He shrugged as he moved to flip you over so you now laid underneath him,”need some type of motivation to get up for the day.”

“You’re such a goof.” You smiled causing him to give you his actual smile before he leaned down to place his lips on yours. He grabbed hold of your knee and pulled it up to wrap around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Rafe moved his hand between the two of you to grab hold of his dick and slid the tips between your folds before pushing all the way in.

Your back arched up off the bed at the feeling of Rafe all the way in you. As much as you two have sex, it always takes a minute for you to get use to his size. Rafe had both of his hands on either side of your head as he slowly began to pull out of you.

He pulled out to leave just the tip in, before quickly thrusting back in. Letting out a loud moan, you dug your nails into his back, causing him to let out a groan at the feeling. The only sounds in the room that could be heard was skin on skin and both of your moans.

Rafe quickly pulled out of you, causing you to let out a whine which was cut short as he flipped you over. He pulled you up by your hips, pulling both of your hands behind your back, Rafe slid back into you. He wasted no time in quickly thrusting in and out of you. He brought one of his hands down on your ass hard, causing you to let out a moan.

Turning your head to the side to try and look at him, you nearly came from the sight of him. His chain was moving along with his pace, he had a light layer of sweat coating his forehead and chest, and his hair was sticking up in the front. He looked heavenly.

“Fuck, Rafe.”

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say. He pulled you up by your hands so your back was flush against his chest and he moved one of his arms around your front so he could wrap his hand around your throat, “what did you call me?”

“R-Rafe.”You stuttered, trying to push your hips back against his but he grabbed hold of your waist, preventing you from doing so,”That’s not my name and you know it.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, turning to look at him. Rafe tightened the grip on your waist as he slowly pushed into you, causing you to let out a moan, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? That feel good?” He whispered, gripping your throat tighter as you nodded your head, “harder. Please fuck me harder.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He teased, pushing into slowly again, “want me to fuck you until cum, hm? How bad do you want me? Use your words.”

You pushed your hips back into his, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling. This was by far your favorite position to have sex in. You always felt so...full. His dick felt bigger if that was even possible.

“I need it so bad, daddy,” you moaned, wrapping your hand around the wrist that was holding onto your neck, “need you to fuck me hard. Teach me not to be a slut in public.”

Rafe let out a loud groan as your words and pushed you forward. You propped yourself up on your arms as Rafe quickly began to thrust into you, “Jesus christ, you take my dick so well baby.”

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Cause you give it to me so good, daddy.”

You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, causing him to take his hands off your waist, “go on baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You began to move your hips backwards at a fast pace, let out quiet moans any time his dick hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward to grab hold of your hair and pulled on it, “you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? So desperate for me to fuck you that you’re doing whatever I tell you.”

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow and your arms were starting to shake, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. Rafe let out a moan at feeling you clench around him. He pushed down on your shoulders and you were grateful to drop down. Rage pushed your legs together and spread your cheeks so he could watch himself go in you.

“You still on birth control?” He asked and you simply gave him a thumbs up, causing him to chuckle before thrusting into you hard. You clenched the sheets between your hands as Rafe began to basically fuck you into next week. He bent one of your knees up so fuck into you at a different angle, going even deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You exclaimed as he began to hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, moving your hair off your shoulder so he could place a kiss on it, “you wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum on my cock?”

You nodded your head as you leaned over to place your lips on his. The kiss was hot and messy. All teeth and tongue. Just the way you liked it. The knot grew tighter and moaned into his mouth, causing him to pull away. He leaned his head on your shoulder as he laced your fingers between his, grabbing onto the sheets with you.

“Oh fuck.” he groaned, snapping his hips against your ass hard.

“Want you to cum in me, baby.” You whined, “Please cum in me.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded as Rafe pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, “then cum for me.”

You let out a moan, legs shaking as your climax took over. Rafe thrusted into you hard and fast, chasing after his own orgasm. His hips stilled as he thrusted into you hard, one last time. “Oh shit.”

Rafe leaned his head on your shoulder to rest before he pushed himself up to watch himself pull out of you. He let out a groan at seeing his cum leak out of you. He pushed two fingers into you as you let out a moan, legs tensing as he quickly pulled you to another orgasm.

Rafe pulled his fingers out as you turned over on your back, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. He watched with a look of amazement as you sucked both of yours cum off your fingers, “god, I love you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you smiled at him, “I love you, too.”

A/N

Here we gooooo! After a long while of me saying I’m going to post it, here it is! Thank you so much for being patient with me and thank you all for the love you guys have showed 365 Days part 1. I didn’t expect it to blow up as much as it did and i really love that you guys love it!

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

#inumaki toge x reader #toge x reader #inumaki to/ge x reader #inumaki to/ge fluff #inumaki to/ge x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen romance #inumaki x reader #inumaki to/ge imagines #inumaki to/ge x reader imagines #inumaki to/ge romance #inumaki to/ge x reader romance #inumaki toge x reader romance #inumaki toge x reader fluff #inumaki toge imagines #PLEASEEE I LIKE HIM SO MUCH BRRRRR #suki: 2.4k milestone event

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taffybear · 3 years ago

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random funny headcanons for the bay boys cause I have nothing better to do ❤ part 1 cause I ran out of steam

part 2

to everyone who has sent in an unanswered ask: oMG I KNOW I'M LATE Y'ALL I'M SO SORRY BUT I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON EM THANKS FOR WAITING SKSK

Leonardo

Rock-a-Bye Bivalve is his favorite Spongebob episode. It just needs to be said. He loves the concept that Spongebob and Patrick agreed to take equal responsibility of Junior and instead the workload gets tossed on Spongebob. He can relate to an extent, as he feels like a motherly figure to his own family. He also laughs at every. Single. Joke. While you're sitting there watching it next to him you can't help but giggle when he empatheticly nods as Spongebob's problems are stated. "What?" "... I am concerned why you can relate to this so much."

Can sing SO WELL? He just doesn't know his own potential. He will refuse to sing aloud to ANYONE but at the off chance you catch him when he thinks he's alone, it's a spiritual experience. I mean obviously he's a great singer, he literally has the voice of an angel. He doesn't get all belty or loud when he sings, it's always just quiet bits and pieces--like he's normally talking but with a rhythm. Mikey is secretly jealous. When Leo thinks you're asleep he whisper-sings lullabies to you.

Binged all of The Office and Parks and Recreation with Donnie. It took a month in total. They got really into it and devoted like 3 hours a day holed up in Donnie's lab to watch it (what a bonding experience 😚). Leo prefers Parks and Rec but Don is The Office all the way. They still get into heated brawls.

Has secretly named his Bonsai trees. He didn't even mean to--he just subconsciously started referring to them by names. His favorite trees are called Chloe, Esmeralda, Big Oscar, Jacqueline, and Artimus (they're his children so he loves them all equally ofc, but these are star performers). He tries so hard to keep it a secret but sometimes he'll just blurt out a name. "Aw darn, I forgot to clip Arty's bad branch this morning." Then he'll clap his hands over his mouth after he realizes he just exposed his plant's identity; but ofc everyone only makes it a big deal because he makes it a big deal.

Does not curse often, and instead just says the most hilarious shit when something doesn't go his way. "Oh, fiddlesticks!" "What poppycock!" "This is hogwash!" "Balderdash!" "This really ruffles my feathers!" This man unironically exclaims, "Ah, shucks!" Raph is not okay.

Is actually the best dancer. Apparently years of training his body to obey his will has turned him into a specimen of grace. This guy can do 4 flips in a row and then land into a split without having to catch his breath, so ofc he can rock Just Dance. He won't actually dance confidently in front of anyone, but he will dad-dance for laughs. He'll dab and floss to make Mikey shriek in agony. But he has hidden talent. In an ideal world he's lead singer and does his own choreography 😔

Carries a scent of tea and lavender. At night he'll light lavender incense to relax, and thus he smells like... a meditation class? He smells like he rolled around in manners. You can't put your finger on it but he just smells... charming.

Raphael

Such a sore loser. Raph plays games to win. Whatever it is; a board game, video game, sparring match, staring contest, if he loses he will literally hold a grudge against you for the rest of the day. No rematch, he'll just come up with an excuse for your win and then go through the five stages of grief.

Watches Golden Girls every Saturday night with Splinter (yes father son bond time!). Firmly believes this is peak comedy. Loves Sophia with a passion. Can recite the theme perfectly.

Sings in the shower. ALL Disney princess songs. Starts off really quiet, but eventually works up to like passionate belting. Ofc he'll shut up the second someone comes into close proximity.

LOVED Dora the Explorer as a kid. He watched that show religiously. Actually learned a lot of Spanish too. He thinks he's forgotten all the vocabulary he learned when he was 6, but every now and then if someone's speaking Spanish on TV or something, he can actually translate like 70% of it. Mikey teases that Raph had the hots for Dora... he's not wrong.

You know he really likes you when he knits you something. A sweater, blanket, scarf, whatever. Ofc it takes a long time to make it, but it takes him even longer to give it to you. Or anyone, for that matter. He'll get into a really sentimental mood about his brothers at some random time, knit those feelings out, then just take months to get the courage to give it to them. He'll make things for Splinter shamelessly tho. He also repairs anything torn up he can get his hands on. Needle and thread is his second language.

Snores very loudly. Like Mikey is mad he doesn't have ears to put earplugs in, loudly. Not all the time though, and maybe just in one position, but when he snores it is v i o l e n t. He also talks in his sleep, and surprisingly most of the time it's really cute stuff. "Thank you, Mr. Bubbles, I would love some marshmallow taffy." Like, where did these dreams come from? But then someone comes out with a chainsaw. And the other half of the time it just sounds so normal; he's just quietly talking about his day or asking where the orange juice is. You'll think you're in a conversation with him and it's awkward when you realize he's just blabbering in his sleep.

Is a very gifted break dancer 👌 aND he can do the moon walk

#tmnt #tmnt headcanons #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #bayverse tmnt

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moldy-memes · 2 years ago

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Markiplier Dead Space Remake RP Starters || Part 1

I'm sure nothing is going to jump out at me at all.

I wish I could talk to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Why is it so dark?

It's so weird being back here.

Okay, I'm ready.

God, it's been so long.

You're so tough. You're so big and brave and strong.

I'm on the way! You don't have to shout, I'm literally two steps behind you.

Can I start stomping on things yet?

You're not [name]. Who are you?

I'm safe. Thank goodness.

You'd think I have something to say about all of this.

What the hell were those things?

Now I know to cut off their limbs.

Can I stomp you now? Yes, I can.

That's not good.

God, it's good to be back.

Intros are for chumps.

For God's sake, send help!

I don't want to taint this experience going forward, so I'm going to look at it with brand new baby eyes.

I love saving. Saving's great! I saved.

I like money. I love money.

Just a quick little blurp.

Can I be in cargo-baggage? I don't know if I should be in cargo-baggage.

Now that's a nice stomp.

That sounds horrifyingly bad.

What are you doing? Why are you in the walls?

Yeah, this definitely ain't the right way.

I'm just quirky like that.

Does that even kill them? Or do they just stop moving?

Why is it so dark in here? I can't see for crap.

Where? Where? What? Why? How can i not see any of you?

Make sure they're dead by stomping them into itty bitty gooey bits.

What is the boom? What is the big boom?

Okay, I think I made a full circle.

Can I get an uppies?

I don't think I can get uppies.

Who's goopin? Who be goopin? Stop goopin.

This go uppies? Uppies? Uppies?

Anybody else? Anybody else wanna tussle with this muscle?

This is apprehensivating.

Why do I care about that? I don't.

Are you telling me there's lights on in here?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. You're joking me.

Stop moving.

Okay, oh boy, we're in business.

We're in good company and everything is going swimmingly.

I'm not worried. Why would i be worried? I'm not worried. Nary a worry in sight.

Peek-a-boo, why are you up there?

I'm helpless, I'm just a sweet little baby.

Don't do it! Don't come after me!

No one wants to hear about anyone's fucking nightmares.

Trust me, that's one son of a bitch who needs to stay dead.

A bench? Sweet.

I like to hold back.

La la la, I'm going home.

Come find me, if you're brave enough.

Are you gonna find me or am I gonna get out of here?

Are we done? You better be done.

Wait a minute, you're not supposed to be there.

Hey, hey, what is up?

Okie, dokie, then. I'm going this way.

That's fine, right guys? That's fine?

What's happening? What's happening? What's happening?

Cool, I love stasis.

Show off how stable you are.

I found a man inside the vents?

Congratulations.

I don't trust.

Why was there a rapidly increasing heartbeat?

I'm never gonna get everything.

Great! Never clean.

Wait, cargo bay? I want cargo.

This looks spicy.

I keep hearing things. Down in the gears where no one could be.

What's behind me? Is there another one behind me?

Woah, you were in time-out!

Hurry. I keep hearing noises right under our feet.

What? That's new. Since when could you do that?

Security clearance? What do you mean security clearance? I can go wherever I want.

Keep talking to me.

Guys? Guys?

Be ready for anything.

What's the plan?

People are dying here.

Stick to procedure, we'll get through this.

You think they're still there?

Why the violins now? Why would there be violins plucking happily in the distance?

You probably would have died in a horrible lobby incident.

Wait, but there was a note. Wasn't there a note? There was a note there!

I always gotta go for the things beforehand.

Hey, beautiful.

Hello, ugly.

Am i taking this? Is this what we're doing?

I'm doing it but I don't trust it.

#rp sentence memes #rp sentence starters #rp memes #askbox memes #markiplier rp memes #dead space rp memes

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years ago

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I know you were looking for ideas and if you still are, how about Stucky x reader, and if you've seen that tik Tok of calling their SO with their first name instead of with a nickname. And not saying ILY back. Mash it tgt 🤣

What if reader did that with the boys? Who always did worry about the age gap between them and other insecurities too!

Do as you please, it can be the boys doing it to the reader as well, just floofy ending cz this hoe don't like angsty ending😬

summary: everyone knows you never call Bucky nor Steve by their first names, when you do, something is wrong..

content: fluff, nothing bad for warnings :)

paring: stucky x female reader (Bucky x female reader x Steve)

I love this idea, it's hilarious!! It's not exactly what you asked for but i am also trying so hard to get out of this writers block funk I am in! This isn't the best but it's a cute drabble :)

"Okay, Bucky." The moment they hear the name they look at each other, eyes wide as plates. Steve nudges Bucky's chest with a soft push, unsure what exactly happened when he was gone.

"Shit, what did you do?!" Steve's whisper yell isn't as quiet as he thinks as Bucky shakes his head end with confusion, taking Steve's shirts between both of his hands.

"I don't know but you have to help me!" Bucky's just as loud as Steve, speaking under his breath but you can hear it clear as day.

"Oh no, honey, you're on your own for this one." Steve shrugs his shoulder at his lover, while his other is in the next room, the sound of plates being pulled from the cabinet as you speak.

"What was that, Steve?"

"This is not good! What did we do?!" It's Steve's turn to freak out as Bucky scoffs, pushing his hands away.

"Oh now it's we?!"

They know they can't keep you waiting any longer and in hopes of keeping your sour attitude at bay enter the kitchen cautiously. Instantly noticing that the table is set, dinner ready and on the table. Bucky's mom's recipe, he's been begging for it all week but he's not quite sure if he wants it now.

"It smells delicious," Steve comments, pearly whites poking through pink lips. It's a low blow, using his handsomeness to cut through you and Bucky's mad he didn't think of it himself because even he wants to lean over and kiss him because of it.

"Are you okay honey?" Bucky tries, comes behind you where you sit at the table, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Yeah, why?"

Bucky takes his seat, side eyeing Steve, "No reason."

A few more moments of prolonged silence pass before Steve cracks, he's always the first to crack and Bucky looks at him with wide eyes the moment he speaks. "What did Bucky do?"

"Why do you just assume I did anything?"

"I left two hours ago and everything was fine and I came back and she's clearly upset!" It's always like this - two men who have loved each other since they were children. Equally best friends as lovers.

But they're both stunned as you throw your head back in a fit of laughter. Actually holding your stomach as tears gloss your eyes at them. "Man, you guys are too easy."

Both of them sit with their mouths ajar at the realization you were playing them the whole time. "I call you by your government names for once and you just crack like that?"

"I'm baby, not Bucky." Bucky stabs a potato before chewing on it with a smirk, he can't help but laugh - Steve on the other hand is still eyeing you up, clearly displeased as you grin at him.

"You're rotten," he starts as his shoulder fall, clearly not on guard anymore. "My eyes flashed before my eyes when you said my name."

You laugh, leaning over the table to kiss him and then to Bucky, despite his buttery lips. "You guys are too easy."

#stucky x y/n #stucky x you #stucky #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes #bucjy barnes imagine

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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pretty little treat (hotchniss/reader)

title: pretty little treat

Requested: no

Couple: Emily Prentiss/Fem!Reader/Aaron Hotchner

Category: SMUT

Content Warning: Sexual Content (daddy kink, lots of praise, lots of degradation, threesome (F/F/M), fingering, oral (fem), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, groping, heavy petting, teasing, hair pulling, penetrive/safe sex, implied condom use, D/s & BDSM themes, orgasm denial (1 instance), slight humiliation, fem masturbation, handjob), dirty thoughts, dirty talk, Dom!Emily, Dom!Aaron, swearing, Bi!Reader & Bi!Emily, kissing/making out, brief aftercare (consists of cuddling and praise), mentions of canon-consistent trauma (hotch’s injuries w/ foyet, emily’s injuries w/ ian doyle)

Word Count: 7,433

Summary: Emily brings home a little treat for her girlfriend.

A/N: in my rewatch I got to demonology and I suddenly wanted to write prentiss/reader/hotch smut. Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins , @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff , and @reidetic for helping me come up with a few ideas and a few other nitty-gritty things. Please, this is just pure smut that i probably had way too much fun writing. I also… binged dharma and greg while i wrote this… so this is totally domestic!hotch too o.o ALSO thank you to @princessmooshie and @newportonmymind for beta-reading this for me! I totally appreciate you! ANYWAY, thank you all so, so much for all the love and support! I seriously hope you enjoy reading this! check out my masterlist!

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“I finished early. So I’m gonna go home.” I looked down at Emily as I wrapped my arms around her neck. She looked away from her file and turned her head to face me.

“Okay, text me when you get home,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed as I leaned into her display of affection. “I have a present for you too. But you won’t get it till I get home… So don’t try looking for it.” She smiled before poking my nose. I wrinkled my nose before kissing her again.

“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” I whispered as I looked at her with a soft smile. “Goodbye, BAU Family. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stood up and looked at all the team members with a smile.

“Have a nice night,” Aaron said as he looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him and returned the nod. I stared at him for a moment longer. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious because I didn’t mean to stare at him. It just happened. My lower lip was pulled between my teeth as my thoughts suddenly ran wild. I was just happy no one noticed, other than Emily. She totally noticed.

“Right,” clearing my throat as I spoke, “Bye guys.” I looked back at Emily before finally leaving. I kept my head low as I walked, and when I stepped on to the elevator, I noticed the way Emily was staring at me. I couldn’t tell if it was a good stare or a bad stare. I wouldn’t be surprised if I get a talking to later about that.

When I finally got to my car, I pulled my phone from my bag and looked at all the missed messages and notifications from the day. All the texts I had meant nothing to me the second I saw Emily’s name show up at the top of my screen with a new, unread messages. Swallowing roughly, I tapped the notification and read the text.

Emily>Me: Dirty girl… I saw the way you were staring at Hotch… Dirty… Dirty… Girl…

I stared at the text with wide eyes and my breathing growing shallow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. I am so fucked. She’s going to come home, drag me to bed and fuck me over. I couldn’t tell if I was scared or excited, but the way my thighs pressed together told me I was more excited than scared.

I chucked my phone back into my bag before starting my car. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel, my knuckles blanching from the tightness. Tapping the radio on and turning it up so loud to drown out my thoughts.

But the loud classic rock, metal, jazzy blues, or any genre didn’t help me at all. I was still in my head thinking. And, they weren’t about Emily either. They were about Aaron.

The thought of sitting on Aaron’s lap, wearing nothing but his shirt. His lips on mine before trailing over my jaw and down my neck. One hand resting on my chest. While the other was resting high on my legs, his thumb brushing against my bare thigh. It was only a matter of moments before his fingers were against m- “Fuck,” I whispered before shaking my head.

I had to pull over on the side of the road for a minute because I was starting to get distracted. And, if I wanted to get home safely, I had to stop for a minute. My head had to be clear of that. Hopefully Emily wouldn’t be home before me. I think she’d rather me be safe and show up at home later, rather than find out I got horny and in a wreck.

After a few minutes of just sitting on the side of the highway with loud music playing, while I thought about one of the grossest cases I could think of, I was finally ready to continue driving.

My fingers tapped the top of the steering wheel, while I muttered the words to whatever song was playing over the radio.

When I finally got home, I took a quick, and very cold shower. My thoughts were slowly becoming normal as I read over an old case file. I guess the focus on all the blood, guts, and gore help me out. It was still hard though.

I was home alone for maybe 45 minutes, tops. Just long enough to make me be alone with my thoughts. Maybe the shower, old case, and loud music didn’t help as much as I wanted.

I could hear the lock on the front door click to be unlocked, and the door opening. My body froze with anticipation.

“I’m home! Hope you didn’t go poking around for that little present,” Emily called from the front room. I cleared my throat slightly before speaking.

“Thank god!” I shouted from my spot on the chair. I kept my eyes on file in hand as I waited for Emily to enter the room. “Longest hour of my life…” I tried to let my tone be desperate. But I don’t think I had to try very hard. She just had to know what I wanted, without me actually saying it. I closed the file when she finally stepped into the living room.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, Kitten, I know how needy and impatient you are,” Emily spoke as she smiled at me, “Especially when you’re waiting for me.” I smiled as I stared at her for a moment. Though my smile was quick to melt away as someone stepped around her and entered the living room.

Aaron stood beside Emily, a slightly smug smile on his lips. His arms were folded over his chest as he stared back at me. I stared at him, my lips parted slightly. The feeling of shock and excitement grew in my chest, and I remembered the thoughts I had on the way home.

“Oh, h-hi, Aaron.” I looked at him with a nervous smile on my lips. I shifted in my seat as the pair walked in my direction.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought Aaron over. I needed his help with something.” Emily smiled as she stood behind me. I swallowed roughly as Aaron stood beside me. It was hard not to shift in my seat. A familiar… feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

Something told me Emily didn’t need help with anything. And there’s something else to this. Why else would Aaron be here? I wouldn’t know. They’re always secretive at work. So I wouldn’t expect anything different here.

“What’s this about? Really?” I finally spoke after a long moment of silence. I looked up at Aaron as he stood beside me, his hand delicately cupping my cheek. He was looking back down at me with a certain softness in his eyes. It was weird seeing him be so… gentle. I was so used to seeing him as a hardass at the office. But here, now? I was at a loss for words. I was so lost in the way he held and caressed my face. I’m not gonna lie, forgot about Emily for half a second.

“Well, kitten, you wanted me to be nicer,” Emily started as she stood behind me. I was honestly too involved with how Aaron was looking at me and touching to actually pay attention to Emily. “But... I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she continued before she placed her hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at her. I took a deep shaky breath as my attention was now on her. “So, I brought someone who could help with that. A pretty little treat.” Her tone was deep and rough as she spoke. I swallowed roughly as we stared at each other. I could feel my heart begin to race, and my breathing pick up with each breath I took. At this point it was impossible to keep my excitement at bay.

“Emily,” Aaron cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily kept her eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a smirk growing on her lips. “Be careful with her.” He looked up at Emily with a stern expression on his face. There was the Aaron Hotchner I was so used to seeing.

“What? She likes it when I’m rough with her. Don’t you, Kitten?” Emily asked as she looked down at me with a sarcastic smile. Suddenly I couldn’t take my eyes off Emily. I mean, of course, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was my world, and I was hers. I’d move Heaven and Earth for her if she asked.

“Y-yes, Ma’am,” my voice was thready as I kept my eyes on her. That was when I noticed a wandering hand going down my chest and towards the hem of my shirt. And then I remembered, we had a guest.

“Well, maybe this one time she doesn’t want to be manhandled,” Aaron spoke softly as he slipped his hand under my shirt. My breathing grew ragged as I looked over at him. My eyes were wide as I stared at him. "Isn't that right, Princess?" he asked as he rested his hand over my bra.

“Please,” I whimpered, not taking my eyes off him. I ignored Emily as she stood above me, taking in what was happening between her girlfriend and her superior. Part of me thought she liked it. But, I know Emily well enough to know that she doesn't like it when people play with things that belong to her.

Aaron’s smile grew soft as his fingers finally touched the soft tissue of my breast. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and let my eyelids flutter shut. He was doing a great job for a minute there. My legs pressing together the longer he went on.

That was until there was a sudden absence under my shirt. My eyes snapped open and I instantly looked at Emily. She looked down at me, a wicked grin on her lips.

“What… What was that for?” I whispered, staring at her. She smiled at me before looking up at Aaron. I glanced at Aaron and noticed he was looking back at her with the same smile as Emily. I didn’t appreciate the way they were silently having a conversation with each other with their eyes. They did that a lot too, especially at the office.

I’m not sure what I was expecting them to do…. But I wasn’t expecting them to kiss. My mouth fell agape and my eyes widened more than before. I almost jumped out of my seat to protest, but Emily was quick to rest a hand on my shoulder to keep me in my place. I struggled watching them. Emily’s hand pressed on his chest before pushing it over his chest, then up over his shoulder under his jacket.

“Emily,” I whined, watching her finally push his jacket over his shoulders, but not yet off his frame. I stared at them as I grew increasingly impatient. “This isn’t fair,” I cried before I bit my lips together. It was getting impossible to not get frustrated at that moment. Watching two people, who I wanted to ruin me, kiss right there in front of me was so hard. They both knew that too. It was her form of tourture to me. Punishment for how I stared at Aaron before I left the BAU.

Of course, Emily knew any thought I had. She read my mind back at the office, when I was staring at Aaron the way I was. She probably knew that I had more thoughts while I was driving home. It was also probably why she brought specifically Aaron over. This was killing me.

The pair parted before they lowered to the ground on either side of me. My body instantly turned towards Emily, someone who I was familiar with in an intimate setting. She seemed happy with my action too. I just hoped Aaron wasn't upset.

"This night's about you, Kitten," Emily whispered as she carefully ran her fingers through my hair. I hummed happily as I leaned closer to her. Our faces were inches apart, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. I wanted to kiss her the way Aaron kissed her moments ago.

At that moment, I wanted her to do whatever to me. I was so used to it being that way. Some nights I was used for her own gratification. Other nights she would give me what I wanted, but not till she had her way with me. It was about me. But that was why Aaron was here.

"Please, Em," I whispered as I lifted a hand to her face. She smiled as I cautiously pulled her face closer to mine, our lips connecting. Again, I wasn't used to her gentleness. Although I could tell she wanted to take me right then and there. She was struggling to hold herself back. Part of me wanted her to just go for it. To take me then and there, and to let Aaron watch.

Emily hummed as she opened her mouth and further deepened the kiss. At the moment I couldn't get enough of her. My body wanting to move closer to hers. I was already willing to let her play with me.

A breath of air got caught in my throat as a hand appeared on my shoulder. I slowly moved away from Emily and looked over my shoulder at Aaron. He was waiting patiently.

I glanced at Emily, making sure it was okay before I went for him. She smiled softly and nodded. I looked back at Aaron, turning my body more to face him. I leaned into his touch the closer I got to him.

"You have to use your words, Kitten. Tell Aaron what you want," Emily whispered as she sat behind me on the chair. Her hands slowly ran up and down my back, almost causing me to forget what I was doing.

"K-kiss me… please," I whispered, trying hard to not sound too nervous. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron. He looked at me before placing his hands on either side of my face.

The wind was knocked from my lungs the second his lips touched mine. My hands found their way to his tie, pulling him closer to me. His face moved with me, the light stubble he had left the slightest burn across my skin. My hands moved from his tie to his shoulders, just barely pushing off his jacket.

I was so lost in him that I forgot where I was and who was with me. I couldn’t stop the soft moan that came from me, but Aaron seemed pleasantly surprised with my reaction. A smile grew on his lips as he kept them against mine.

Then my world came to a screeching halt when Emily pulled my hair back so I was away from Aaron, and instead looking up at her. My eyes were wide as we stared at each other for a long time before either of us said anything.

"Why don't you go get ready in our bedroom for Aaron and I? We'll be in shortly, okay?" She asked as she lowered down to me. The grip she had on my hair loosened slightly. I nodded as I swallowed roughly. I knew before she even opened her mouth that I was to use my words.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded before stumbling to my feet. I turned and looked down at the two. The way they both looked at me gave me butterflies.

I watched as Aaron fixed his jacket, readjusting it so it was back on him. Two shades of lipstick were smeared on and around his lips. A light pink blush grew like wildfire across his cheeks.

I stared at the two for a moment longer before dropping my gaze and turning away. My feet quickly moved, bringing me to the bedroom. I tried to be even quicker when I got ready. Redoing my makeup, changing into something more… appealing. I wanted this moment to be perfect. Thank god I had showered when I got home.

When I was good, and sure, that I was ready, I sat on the dead center of the bed. My fingers anxiously pulling at the bedding beneath me. I wondered what they were talking about. Emily was probably setting down the ground rules of what would happen in the bedroom and with me. This is the first time we’ve ever done something like this. I just hope she would give a little leeway for both Aaron and I. Surely she would…

I jumped slightly and looked towards the door when it clicked open. Emily was the first to step in, coming right up to the bed. She very slowly undressed, keeping her eyes on mine while doing so. I smiled as my eyes trailed down her body. Even with her imperfections, she was still perfect to me. I didn’t even see the old scars she got from Ian Doyle, I just saw her.

I swallowed roughly, watching her crawl on the bed. She placed her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back so I was lying down. Her body hovered over mine, her arms on either side of my body. I just knew Aaron was standing behind her, watching the scene unfold.

“Now, I know I said tonight was about you, Kitten… But you still have to be my good girl and follow our rules,” her voice was low, and she had a sly smile on her lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for Aaron and I?” she asked, keeping her voice low as she looked at me. I stared up at her, suddenly feeling dizzy as she rested her hand on my face. I nodded slightly as she moved down my body. She halted her movement as she got right to the waistband of my underwear.

“You have to use your words, Kitten, you know that.” She smiled as she tilted her head to the side. I swallowed roughly as she snapped my waistband against my skin. I almost couldn’t breath as she finally slipped her hand in my panties. “Are you going to be a good girl,” she asked again as she dragged a finger up my folds.

“Y-yeah. Y-y-yes,” my voice was shaky as I spoke.

“Yes what?” Emily asked as she moved her finger around my clit. I took a deep shaky breath and nodded.

“Yes, I can be a good… A good girl for you… an-and Aaron,” I whimpered. Emily smiled again before pressing her lips to mine. Her movements between my legs moved faster as time went on.

“That’s my good girl. Aaron already knows our safe word, and knows the rules… If you’re extra good, maybe Aaron will come back.” She pressed her lips to mine when she was done talking.

A moan fell from my mouth and into hers as she slipped two fingers into my entrance. She smiled before pressing her lips down my neck and chest.

“Aaron, are you undressed yet?” Emily spoke against my skin. My lungs constricted and felt like they were on fire the longer she touched me. Her free hand lightly touched across my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Emily,” I whimpered, my hands instantly gripping the bedding beside me. I could feel my chest tighten the deeper the breath I took. It was so hard not to make any whimpers or cries as she continued her ministrations.

The bed dipped beside me, causing me to open my eyes and look in that direction. Aaron was sitting beside me, sitting in just his boxers. He looked down at me, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hi there, Princess,” he whispered as he brought a hand to rest gently on my face. I bit my lips hard as I stared at him.

“Oh, so now you’re his Princess,” Emily spoke before Aaron could say anything else. I looked up at her with a mild fear in my eyes. She smiled before quickening her movements. “You know what you are, Kitten,” her voice was low, a hiss.

“N-n-” I was briefly cut off by a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut and lips falling open slightly. The familiar tightness of the foreseeable end grew in my stomach. As the seconds ticked by, it got harder to be quiet.

“You’re a slut. A dirty, rotten, little slut,” she spoke her words harshly. I gasped as I looked up at her.

“No, no you’re not.” It was Aaron’s turn to talk, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were still on me, and his hand slowly moved back down my body. His hand was back where it was earlier, under my bra and over my breast. “No, you’re perfect, Princess. And you’re doing so good. I bet you feel so good right now,” he whispered as he lowered closer to my face. His face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath fan out across my skin. I just wanted his lips against mine, it was right there.

“I wouldn’t believe anything he says, Princess,” Emily mocked and scowled when Aaron and I were moments away from kissing. I swallowed roughly before moaning. “He’s just saying that because he can’t feel how wet you are. Soaked even.” She looked over at Aaron with a smirk. He looked away from me and up at Emily. I watched as he clenched his jaw as he stared at her.

“Em… Em, I’m so close… S’close...” I slurred as I clenched my muscles around her fingers. She looked back down at me with a smug smirk before she pulled her hand from between my legs. “Emily!” I whined feeling the tightness in my stomach slowly melt away.

“Not yet, Princess,” she mockingly whispered before lowering down to my lips, “Not yet,” she murmured against me before sitting up away from me. I looked at her with annoyance on my face. She looked over at Aaron with a smug smile before nodding at me.

“This is… This is torture!” I shouted as I propped myself up on my elbows. She moved from between my legs so she was straddling over my stomach. Her eyes were still on Aaron, I wished so desperately that she would look at me. She firmly pressed her hand to the center of my chest. Her other hand was lightly against my face. My heart picked up it’s pace as I stared at her, it was so hard to breathe with how she looked at me.

“You spoiled, little, brat,” Emily hissed as she squished my cheeks together. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at her. I could feel my chest lift with each breath as I stared at her. The smirk she wore on her lips made me dizzy.

“Just think about how much I’ll spoil you,” Aaron then cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily’s hand was still holding my face as I struggled to look over at him. “Because that’s all I want to do,” he cooed before lifting his hand to Emily’s. He glanced at Emily before gently pulling her hand off my face. “I’ll spoil you so much. You won’t even know what to do with yourself, Princess,” he whispered as he looked back down at me. He kept his eyes on me as he carefully brought a hand down my stomach to my underwear.

“Aaron,” Emily warned as she looked over at him.

“Do it,” I whispered as I stared at him. He looked between me and Emily for a moment before slipping his hand into my underwear. If Emily really didn’t want him to do this, she would have stopped him before he even touched my stomach.

I gasped lightly once his hand met my center. My back arched the slightest bit as his finger started to slowly move against me. My head fell back against the pillow as I looked up at him.

My hand went up to his head, my fingers getting lost in his hair, as I pulled him down to me. Our lips connected, and it was harsher than before. I wondered what Emily thought while she watched her superior kiss and finger her girlfriend.

I just assumed she was annoyed that someone other than her was making me feel this way. That was until I heard her soft moans come from above me. I don’t think I’ve moved away from someone so fast. I moved away from Aaron to see Emily looking down at me, with her hand down the front of her panties. I took a deep breath as I stared at her. Great, now I was the jealous one.

“Mhm mmm, nope. You get Aaron.” Emily smiled at me as she watched my facial expression change.

“Please, please,” I half whined-half moaned. My head fell back against the pillow, and my mouth opened a little bit. It was so hard to stay quiet the closer I got to finishing.

Aaron’s hand appeared back on my face as he guided me to look at him. That was when Emily rolled off my body and laid beside me on the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I took a shaky breath as he looked back at me before pressing his lips to mine. He seemed to eat up the moan that came from me.

“A little too nosy for me, Princess,” Emily mocked, causing me to look over at her. I could tell she was getting closer, and would probably finish before me, because that’s always what happened. It was one of our rules. “Fuck,” she moaned as she dropped her head back. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron.

“Please, Aaron,” I stared at him as I bit hard on my lower lip. He looked over at Emily, looking to see if it was alright. I struggled to stay still the louder she was beside me. “No, no it’s up to-fuck… you… Please.” I could feel my hands grip the sheets hard. I wondered if I wasn’t holding the bedding if my palms would have bleed.

“It’s okay. You can do it. Cum for me, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pushed my hair away from my face. I stared at him, watching him nod to reassure me. His hand fell from my face and landed on my breast. I cried out as my body shook.

Emily’s hands were back on me when she finished. Her hands moved quickly over my body as she pressed her lips to the side of my face and down my neck. My mind was going fuzzy the longer they both touched me.

“Mm, Daddy,” I moaned as my back arched slightly. I looked up at Emily. She looked back at me with a smile before pressing her lips to mine, making me feel really good. The overall feeling was caused because of the two people near me. But also because I was so close to finishing.

“You like that,” Aaron asked, his voice low as he spoke. His lips were still pressed against my neck while his hands still worked between my legs. I looked at Emily, and she looked back at me with an amused smirk on her lips. I really didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“I… I was talking to… to Emily,” I whispered as I looked over at him. He moved away from my neck. Emily looked around me, causing me to look back at her. Her amused smile grew smug as she looked at him. Aaron slowed his movements, forcing me to look over at him. Emily went back to letting her hands roam my body. I could feel her move one hand towards Aaron’s, helping him back to the pace he was at before.

“But… But I can call you daddy too if you want,” I whimpered as I stared at him. Aaron laughed and shook his head.

“That’s okay, Princess,” he whispered before returning his lips back to mine. A lengthy moan came from me as I finally reached my high. Emily kept her hand, and Aaron’s, between my legs for a moment as they helped me come down from my high.

“Hips up, Kitten,” Emily whispered as she moved back between my legs. I looked up at her before carefully lifting my hips off the bed. She smiled at me before hooking her fingers on my underwear and pulled them off my hips and legs. “Good girl,” she cooed as she tossed my panties towards Aaron. I glanced over at him watching as he held my underwear in one hand.

“Kitten,” Emily spoke again, causing me to look at her. She smiled before leaning closer to me. Her lips were close to mine, and I wanted so badly to just kiss her. “You’re gonna stroke Aaron’s cock while I eat you out, you understand,” she mused while her hand cupped my face. I huffed a deep breath and nodded, possibly a little too excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am. I understand,” I whispered before going to kiss her. She moved away from me before I could connect our lips. The smile she wore on her lips drove me crazy. I just wanted her.

“Is that alright with you, Aaron,” Emily asked, her fingers running up and down my inner thigh. My legs tensed up and I could feel goosebumps across my skin.

Aaron sat up more beside me, looking at Emily with a smirk before looking down at me. I stared up and between the two of them, waiting for the next activity of the night to happen.

“I think it’s more than alright, Emily.” Aaron smiled down at me as he carefully touched my face. My breathing stuttered in my chest as he cupped my chin. His thumb brushed my lower lip, pulling it down to my chin slightly. My mouth fell open slightly and my tongue stuck out. Aaron smiled before carefully pressing his thumb in the center on my mouth. My lips closed around it. I moved my tongue around his thumb and kept my eyes on his.

And then my eyes snapped shut and a soft moan got caught in my throat. Emily’s mouth attached to my pussy. Her tongue lapping at the previous mess her and Aaron had caused moments ago. It was so hard to even focus on one thing, that I had forgotten what she wanted for Aaron.

I opened my eyes and looked back at him. A small smile grew across his lips before he kissed mine. A deep breath escaped my nostrils and my eyes lightly closed. I carefully, and slowly, moved my hand across his stomach, and towards his boxers. My hand slipped under his waistband and my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Shit,” Aaron breathed against my lips. I struggled to smile as I carefully moved my hand up and down his length. My other hand went up to his head, gently pulling his hair. This time it was Aaron’s turn to try and be quiet. But thank God he was struggling. All the sounds he made were… Heavenly.

He was so painfully hard. I felt bad it took so long for him to be touched like this. But it was worth it. Emily must have loved all the desperate sounds that were coming from Aaron and me.

I tried to keep my pace quick, but it was so hard the closer I got. I could feel his face falter against mine the lazier my movements went. It was so hard to keep my attention on anything as Emily got more enthusiastic with her actions. I, really, honestly didn’t care that I was getting lazy with Aaron. And I don’t think he did either.

A small whimper came from me, and my hand stopped moving. My free hand moved from Aaron’s head and down towards the back of Emily’s. My fingers got tangled in her hair. It was even worse, or better, when Emily hummed and sent vibrations through my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out against his lips. I bit hard on my lower lip as the hand around Aaron’s cock slowed to a stop, and came. It was hard to stay quiet, not that either of them would care. Frankly, I think they rather enjoyed it, especially Aaron.

“Emily, Emily, please,” I cried when she didn’t let up and move away from me. My body squirming away from her, but failing when she placed an arm over my hips to keep me in place. Aaron kept busy by kissing my face and down my chest.

All I could do was breathe, or try to breathe. I thought everything was too much before. But this… This was too much. Once Aaron started nipping at my skin, I couldn’t even breathe. My eyes just stayed glued shut, while my body squirmed.

“Emily,” I whined, trying to lift her arm off me. She hummed, again, instead of moving away from me. It was driving me crazy! I couldn’t even do anything other than just be there, and well, enjoy myself. I don’t know why I was complaining. I was basically in heaven. Two people I… I loved were here… Worshiping me, and loving on me, and making me feel really fucking good. And I was starting to complain. It was just starting to become too much. They were good complaints… even though that’s an oxymoron.

“Come on, Princess. You’re doing such a good job.” Aaron whispered as he gently moved his hands around my body. My body shook slightly and my vision blurred white, and I finished again for the third time.

Emily came up from my legs and looked down at me. I stared at her as my body fell limp against the bed and close to Aaron. She smiled for a moment before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed and couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“I’ll be right back. Aaron,” Emily started as she looked between Aaron and I. She looked right at Aaron before leaning closer to him. “Go easy on her,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his. She climbed off the bed and grabbed her robe, slipping it on before leaving the room. I looked up at Aaron just as he looked down at me.

“W-what is she doing?” I stared at him as he moved so he was over me. My legs fell open to accommodate the space of him. But he didn’t yet answer my question. Which I was happy for because I got otherwise distracted.

My eyes trailed up and down his body, getting distracted as they landed on long bumps across his abdomen. I couldn’t help but lift my hand to trace my fingers over the old, healed wounds. They were jagged and ridgedy, like the person who put them there intended to kill him.

I almost asked what the scars were from. But then I remembered what had happened. I tried to not to feel bad, but it was hard. I did the same thing to Emily the first time we had sex. They’re things I don’t think about very often…

Aaron rested his hand over mine, forcing me to look up at him. He had a soft, yet sad, smile on his lips. He pressed his hand against mine, pressing both of them to his stomach. His semi-toned stomach was warm against the palm of my hand.

“Sorry,” I looked up at him, my eyes scanning across his face. Aaron furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head. He was careful as he lowered his face back to mine, his lips reconnecting to me. It was so weird to me how soft and gentle he was with his kiss.

“Don’t be sorry,” Aaron whispered as he kept his hand on mine. I looked up at him, enjoying the way he looked back at me. There was a certain appreciation in his eyes that made me happy.

"Where'd Emily go?" I whispered as I kept my eyes on him. He stayed quiet as he looked at me, his silence giving me a clue as to what could happen. In fact, it was telling me what was going to happen. “She’s okay with it?” My voice softened as I spoke.

“She knows. We talked about it. We don’t have to do-”

“No, no I know. I mean, Aaron we made it this far. I want this.” I swallowed roughly after I spoke. Aaron smiled softly before removing his hand from mine and brought it to my face. I smiled as he lowered to my face.

For a brief moment, he moved away from me to take his boxers off. Thank God I wasn’t dead tired yet because this is the best night of my entire life and I didn’t want it to end now. Maybe after he fucked me.

Once he was back on the bed, his lips reconnected with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my hands rested on his back shoulder muscles. Aaron’s arms wrapped around my lower body, holding me up to his body.

“Ready,” his voice was low and gruff as he spoke. I swallowed roughly and nodded. My face was pressed into the nape of his neck. I took a deep breath when the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of my sex.

“Oh,” I whined as he slowly moved so our hips were together. My lungs tightened as he quickly, and gently, bottomed out. We both stayed still for a moment, adjusting to each other.

I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist, and held him against my body. Aaron carefully moved his hips, making me squirm beneath him. His lips stayed on my face, moving along my jaw, over my cheeks, before moving around my neck. I swallowed back the moan as my nails dragged down his back.

Aaron’s pace was slow and steady. He wasn’t painfully slow, because he knew I’d get overstimulated, and I knew he didn’t have very long.

“Please, please,” I cried, my voice whiny as my body tensed. Aaron moved his head away from my neck and looked down at me. Even though his eyes were blown and fueled by lust, there was the sweetest look in them.

“What do you want, Princess? Tell me what you want.” He whispered as he brought a hand to cup my face. My chest heaved with each breath I took. And I jerked my hips to meet his.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered as I stared back at him. Aaron smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. I hummed as I moved a hand to the back of his head.

My whole body tensed just as Aaron’s pace grew sloppy. I knew he was getting close. The room filled with our noises and the sounds of skin hitting skin. Through groans and grunts, Aaron whispered soft things to me.

“You’re doing so… So good, Princess.” He moaned into my ear. I whimpered and nodded slightly.

I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. I wasn’t exactly sure if the familiar feeling was my own oragasm, or Aaron’s. But it felt really good. Aaron’s head dropped to the bed beneath me as he groaned.

I finally took a deep breath for the first time tonight. It was such a deep breath of air that my lungs felt like they were on fire. Although my head was mildly dizzy, it felt equally as clear.

Aaron nearly had to pry my body off his to kneel away from me. I almost didn’t let him. Even though he was literally in me, I still needed someone’s touch on my body.

He fell to the bed beside me. He readjusted so a blanket was over us. I let out a deep sigh as his arms were back around me, pulling me closer to his body. We both turned to face each other, and he pressed his forehead to mine. I really appreciated that he just knew that I wanted to be held and close to another person. I hated that I was so clingy after sex… It’s Emily’s fault, honestly.

“Did you have a good time,” Aaron asked as he kept his voice low. His lips still centimeters away from mine. Our foreheads remained pressed together. And I swear I could just stay in his arms for an eternity. Emily would kill me though if she knew that.

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun. Thank you, Aaron.” I slightly opened my eyes and looked at him. He breathed out a laugh and nodded.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” Aaron smiled before pressing his lips to mine. It didn’t feel like a long time that we were like that, but our moment was cut short by the clearing of someone’s throat.

I peeled away from Aaron first and looked over my shoulder to see Emily. She stood on her side of the bed, looking down at Aaron and I. She had three bottles of water and a couple granola bars in her hands. The way she looked down at us with a joyful look in her eyes. How long had she been standing there watching us?

“Wow, didn’t know you’d replace me that quick.” She smiled at us as she placed the water and snacks on her nightstand. I furrowed my eyebrows as I moved away from Aaron.

“You were the one who left me,” I scoffed as she sat beside me. Emily smiled before pressing her lips gently to mine. “Thank you,” I whispered against her lips.

“Anything for you, Kitten,” she smiled before pressing her lips to mine again, “Now, drink up. You did a lot of strenuous activity. I don’t want you getting any cramps. You too, Aaron,” Emily grabbed two bottles of water and handed them over to Aaron and me. I grumbled quietly as I cracked the lid off my bottle.

“What was that, Kitten?” Emily watched as I sipped my water.

“Mmm, nothing. Thank you for the water, Emily.” I smiled as I held up the water bottle. Emily smirked at me and shook his head.

“That’s what I thought. Now, hurry up. I want to cuddle,” she sighed deeply as she looked between me and Aaron. I looked over at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

“Jeez, didn’t know you could be so needy,” Aaron spoke into his water bottle. I tried not to sputter my water, but failed miserably.

“I swear to God, you two are children,” Emily scoffed and shook her head. I looked back at her with a smile.

“Yeah, but you love us… Well me anyway.” I went up to her to kiss her. She glared at me as she took my water bottle. I smiled as I shimmied down the bed, pulling the blanket over my body. Emily looked down at me before moving closer to me to cuddle.

My body instantly clung to Emily's. Her arms were wrapped around my body, holding me as close as she could. Aaron was quick to put his bottle down and wrap his arms around me. I could tell it would be a fight to the death for cuddles. I couldn’t stop the smug smile that grew across my lips.

"Can we do this more often?" I murmured into Emily's skin. She laughed and nodded.

"Of course we can. But I think that's a question for Aaron, Kitten," Emily spoke softly as her hand brushed down the back of my head. I hummed, not really wanting to turn to ask him. I could feel Aaron breathe out a laugh as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him, the smugness in my smile turning shy. Aaron looked down at me, his smile warm and friendly. I sighed deeply as I stared at him.

“Yes, Princess,” Aaron spoke as he lifted a hand to rest gently on my face. I wasn’t sure if he was answering my question or asking me. So I just stayed quiet. “We can do this as often as you’d like.”

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None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary: costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

“Okay, so it’s sort of cool that a small chunk of the Avengers gang is reunited for this movie,” the interviewer said with a chuckle.

You all joined in, in agreement. She rested her blue eyes on you.

“I know that you were a huge fan of the franchise, Y/N. I mean, over the years there have been quite a few tweets from you about the movies, ranging from…‘Spider-Man’s on team Iron-Man so therefore I am on team Iron-Man’ to ‘Scott Lang deserves the world’,” she said, reading from her phone.

Tom got a huge kick out of that first one, and you rolled your eyes. The interviewer’s eyes flickered between you two, a small smile on her lips.

“I mean, am I wrong? Does Scott Lang not deserve the world?”

She nodded with a grin.

“No, you’re right, he definitely does! I just feel like being cast in this movie and having been on the set for a little over a year must have been something like a dream come true,” she pressed.

You thought about your answer for a moment, just like your publicist advised.

“Yeah, you could say that. It’s sort of surreal going from having been kind of a casual fan of someone to interacting with them almost every day for a year,” you honestly answered.

You didn’t know if you would ever get used to interviews, no matter how private they were. You were grateful you weren’t on Jimmy Fallon or something with a live audience watching your every move, but sitting next to Tom, Anthony, Sebastian, Chris, and Tessa in a room was almost just as bad in your eyes.

“…and you’ve gotten super close with your castmates, I’d say.”

You heard Tessa clear her throat, and when you caught her eye, she gave you a look, but you didn’t understand it.

“Yeah, definitely! I love them all and they’ve easily become some of my closest friends now,” you replied, eyes meeting the interviewer’s again.

She threw you a secretive smile.

“…but you and Tom seem to hang out together more than the rest of the cast. As thick as thieves some would say,” she pressed.

Your lips parted, caught off guard, and when you caught Tessa’s eye again, you recognized the sympathetic look she was giving you. A light bulb seemed to go off in your head as you realized what she was trying to warn you against earlier, the very thing you’d unknowingly walked into. Luckily, Tom jumped in before you did.

“Well,” he started, straightening in his seat, shoulder brushing your own. “Y/N and I are the youngest members of the main cast. We don’t really have much in common with the senior citizens to my left.”

He feigned a whisper during the last part, not so discreetly pointing to his left. It had the desired effect, and you were grateful that he was trying to draw the attention away from you.

“Um,” Tessa loudly began, straightening up in her seat just as Anthony, Chris, and Sebastian all spoke up at once.

“I think what he means to say is we don’t allow the children to eat at the adult’s table,” Anthony threw in.

“Yeah, its definitely more like we exclude them, and they have no choice but to hang out together,” Sebastian joked.

“Senior citizens,” Chris scoffed, cutting his eyes at Tom.

The interviewer laughed at the turn of events, but unfortunately, she was determined to expose whatever she thought was going on between you and Tom.

“So you two are rather close then? Being alienated and all,” she chuckled.

Tom laughed, albeit a bit uncomfortably as it became clear that she wasn’t going to give up. He nudged you, gesturing for you to take the stand, having already tried to steer her in another direction.

“Well…yes, but we’re all rather close, but yeah. I would say that Tom is kind of like my best friend,” you honestly told her.

She aw’d at that, tilting her head to the side. You cut your eyes to everyone else in the room, narrowing them as it became clear that they weren’t going to help the two of you get out of this. You just knew Anthony was enjoying this…

“Just friends then? Because you two have a lot of fans, and a lot of them seem to think there’s more to the friendship, or at least, they hope there is, and honestly? Who can blame them? You two are always spotted hanging out together, going for coffee, running to Target… You’re practically joined at the hip.”

As she came outright and said it, you both wasted no time in refuting it.

“Oh, God no,” you cried, shaking your head.

“No, no, absolutely not,” Tom laughed. “Y/N and I are simply good friends. She has much better taste than I do, hence why I have to drag her to Target. Besides, we don’t have Target back home, so whenever I’m in the states, I’m going shopping there every chance I get.”

“I don’t know, I think they answered that just a little too quickly for me,” Tessa suddenly wondered aloud.

You threw her a look of betrayal as Chris added on.

“Yeah, that…that wasn’t convincing, at all,” he said in between chuckles.

You gaped at him as Tom ran his hand through his hair.

“No, Y/N and I are just friends, and nothing more. She-she has a boyfriend, anyway,” he threw out, and you playfully hit his arm.

“Tom,” you warned.

You weren’t genuinely upset that he’d let that slip, especially since you didn’t exactly care if people knew. People knowing you had a boyfriend wasn’t the cause of your apprehension. It came from certain details about your boyfriend…

“Wait, you have a boyfriend?”

Four people said several variations of this at the same time, and you cringed. Tom at least looked a bit ashamed as the interviewer watch on in amusement.

“I didn’t say any names,” he defended, hands up.

You caught Anthony’s eye and he was looking at you like you’d just hid the world’s biggest secret. Tessa looked scandalized as well, and you didn’t dare look at Chris and Sebastian.

“Wait…wait a minute,” the interviewer said, sitting up in her own chair as she looked at you two.

There was a slow smirk forming on her lips.

“So…you have a boyfriend that nobody else seems to know about…except for Tom…”

You both froze, realizing how this looked. A few chuckles reached your ears, and you exhaled.

“Okay, I know how this looks…”

“It isn’t like that, at all,” Tom reiterated. “He’s a swell chap, no, really. He’s brilliant-.”

“You’ve met him then?”

“Well, yeah-.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So how come you’ve met this ‘boyfriend’ and none of us have?” Anthony wondered.

“Yeah, this sounds like a bit of a cover,” the interviewer added.

“Not a very convincing one,” Sebastian whispered.

“Okay, okay! I know that I’m not super talkative about it, but have we all forgotten that I have a girlfriend?”

That seemed to quiet everyone down.

“…besides, her boyfriend is like forty anyway, so its definitely not me,” he laughed, realizing too late what he’d said.

“Tom!” you cried.

Both of his hands were covering his mouth, eyes wide as all hell broke loose. You blinked several times, mouth agape in shock.

“I’m sorry, what?” Tessa yelled over the others.

“Forty?”

Sebastian, Chris, and Anthony were all talking over each other, all of their questions directed at you while you just stared at Tom who stared back, pleading. He slid his hands down, teeth bared as shame filled his features, cringing.

“I’m so, so, so sorry…”

His apology was overshadowed by Sebastian.

“Forty?” he repeated.

“Tom’s exaggerating, okay? He’s more like thirty,” you quickly said, trying to ease the tension and make light of the situation.

Tom’s eyes were wide as they met yours, and you quickly looked away.

“So, the boyfriend isn’t Tom…and he’s only thirty then?” the interviewer finally spoke up when the room was finally quiet once again.

You sighed, eyes meeting Tom’s again as he looked to see what you were going to do. You thought about what your publicist would advise. You’d been a part of stan twitter once. You knew how the internet could be. They’d dig until they found out the truth, and discovering his actual age, and identity by extension, would be pretty bad for both of you. Against your better judgement, you decided to be truthful since the cat was out of the bag, hoping it’d be enough to keep people’s curiosity at bay.

“No, he’s definitely 43,” you quietly admitted.

Once again, all hell broke loose.

As soon as the interview was over, you were the first one out of the room, Tom right behind you. You could hear your name being called, and Tom pushed you along.

“Go, go, go,” he urged.

You had just made it to your dressing room when a muscular arm slid between the door and the frame as you attempted to close it.

“Anthony, not now!”

“No, no, now.”

He pushed the door open, and you denied him entrance, two familiar faces behind him. Neither him, Sebastian, or Chris looked pleased with you, and you just knew that they weren’t going to let this go…not without a fight. Tessa passed by, and you sent her a pleading look.

She heaved a sigh, slowing down before reaching out to pull them all back.

“C’mon guys. Leave the poor girl alone,” she said.

“We just want to talk,” Sebastian said.

It was a lie.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” you told them, eyes meeting Chris’. “Any of you.”

You tried to ignore his frown as you closed and locked the door. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your phone. You texted Alex, your boyfriend, warning him of what might make it into the article. You weren’t actually upset about the turn of events, you just hated the aftermath that would ensue.

You blamed the interviewer most of all. You knew that Tom was just trying to clear the air and make it known that there wasn’t anything going on between you two. You knew how flustered he could get sometimes when he started rambling, and you also texted him to let him know that everything was fine, and you weren’t mad.

Your main concern was the trio down the hall. Tessa felt like an older sister at times, and while you wish that it had been on your terms, you weren’t opposed to talking to her about this. You knew the conversation was going to happen eventually. Anthony, Sebastian, and Chris on the other hand were a completely different matter.

You stuck your head out, glancing around before leaving the room.

Your friendship with Seb was way more casual than with the other two. You cracked jokes and hung out with all of them often, but half the time it felt like Chris and Anthony were scolding you and telling you what you could or couldn’t do. Sebastian didn’t care, and you liked that. Hence why you didn’t verbally oppose when he suddenly came out of nowhere, easily falling into stride with you.

He didn’t say anything for a while, but you knew it was coming. You bit your lip, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing that he was doing the same. He abruptly stopped, and so did you.

“Forty-three?”

You avoided his piercing gaze, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as he faced you.

“Seb…please…”

“I mean, I’m not judging, I promise,” he said, hands raised.

“Except, you are though,” you sighed, looking at him. “You’re judging, just a little bit.”

His arms fell at his sides.

“Okay, so I’m judging just a little bit, but can you blame me? The guy’s older than Anthony,” he scoffed.

You chuckled.

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t care,” you told him.

“Clearly. I’m just saying, he’s old enough to be your father,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing he’s not, because then that would be weird,” you threw at him, rolling your eyes.

He heaved a heavy sigh, and somehow, you got the feeling that he’d drawn the short straw on who was going to come and talk sense into you. You briefly glanced down the hall, brows furrowed. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hated how he was looking at you. Like you were a child doing something bad. Your jaw clenched.

“I know you’re an adult…”

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“Do you know who you sound like, right now?”

He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“At the risk of sounding like Chris…”

“You sound like Chris, that’s who you sound like.”

“…this industry can be…ruthless,” he continued.

“Don’t I know it?” you sarcastically replied.

“…and you’re still so fresh and new and there are plenty of people just looking to take advantage of someone like you and your talent and potential…”

“My boyfriend isn’t one of them, okay? He has plenty of talent on his own,” you informed him.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing.

“What his name, anyway?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you slowly sang.

“Well…what does he do?”

“Again, none of your business.”

“How did you meet? How long have you been seeing him? Something, anything! Anything at all?”

You pursed your lips before releasing a soft sigh.

“We’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months now,” you admitted.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head, lips parting.

“7 months?”

You pulled away from him, the day finally getting to you.

“Look, Seb, I have to go. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you guys, but to be honest, this was the main reason why, so…”

You paused, facing him again.

“Please, tell Chris and Anthony not to worry, okay? I know they’re freaking the fuck out and probably sent you on their behalf. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you called over your shoulder as you exited the building.

When you got home, there was a slew of text messages awaiting you. Most were from Anthony, and you answered all of them as best as you could. He was just worried, and you definitely understood that, but he was freaking out more than your own mother had when you told her about Alex.

“It just…took me by surprise,” was the first thing he said when he picked up the phone.

“I know, I know,” you sighed, browsing your fridge for something to eat. “I was always going to tell you guys if it ever got more serious.”

“More serious?” he scoffed. “Seb said you guys have been dating for 7 months.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We clearly have different definitions of a serious relationship,” you mumbled.

“It’s just concerning, alright? If my kid was dating someone 20 years older than them, I’d be rightfully concerned,” he defended. “Especially considering I’ve never met this man and don’t know anything about him.”

“Look at the word you just used: kid. That is something I am not,” you said, slamming your fridge shut. “…and there’s no need to meet him.”

“I disagree.”

“That’s fine,” you tersely replied.

You heard him exhale on the other end, a tense silence falling between you two. You were being a little harsh, you knew that, especially considering Anthony always treated you like family, but you needed to make him, all of them, understand that you were an adult who could make her own decisions. They had no say in this.

“…you heard from Chris?” he eventually asked.

“No, actually, and that’s a little worrisome, I’m not going to lie,” you honestly added, running your eyes over your wine collection.

“Yeah, well, he’s not happy,” Anthony told you.

“If he’s going to pout about this like my personal dating choices offended him or something, then he can suck my ass.”

A laugh met you from the other end, a genuine laugh, and you cracked a smile.

“He’ll come around. You know how much you mean to him,” he finally said after he calmed down.

You did know. Chris was one of the first people to talk to you on set, trying to make you feel more comfortable. It was your first big movie, your first time starring with household names, with people that had way more experience than you. He got you to laugh on your first day and even dragged you over to meet everyone else. He’d taken you under his wing…

Your heart clenched as you thought about how he must feel. It was your business, sure, but you couldn’t pretend like you didn’t feel guilty. You felt even worse once you thought about the fact that you’d told Tom and not him, but Tom didn’t judge you. Tom didn’t treat you like some kid who didn’t know any better half the time.

“I’ll text him,” you told Anthony. “See if I can get him to accept my white flag…”

“You do that. See you tomorrow, kiddo.”

You texted Chris as soon as you hung up, and as the night wore on, your worry grew. You found yourself periodically checking your phone for any type of response, but you got nothing. Alex called though and talked with you until you fell asleep. He was overseas, filming in his home country at the moment, but he called you every day.

He wasn’t bothered at all by what might be in the article, only making sure that you were okay.

“Yeah…I’m okay,” you quietly replied.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound it,” he quietly replied, deep voice gruff.

You frowned before turning to look at your clock.

“Isn’t it like…3 in the morning over there?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he lightly said, ignoring your own.

You sighed.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just…there was a reason I didn’t want to tell everyone, and some people are proving me right…”

“They’ll come around,” he assured.

“You know Seb isn’t the type to care too much, but even he was more judgmental than I expected. Anthony is slowly coming around, but Chris… He’s not answering any of my texts.”

He was quiet for a while before finally responding.

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

You frowned again, sitting up in bed.

“What do you mean?”

“He is a bit…overprotective of you, isn’t he? I know he just gets concerned, but sometimes he acts like he’s your father and…he’s not. He shouldn’t have any say in what you do,” he elaborated.

You rubbed your eyes.

“I know what you’re saying is true because I’ve thought it myself, but for some reason it sounds harsh coming from your lips,” you groaned.

He chuckled.

“I don’t mean for it to, I promise. I just mean that maybe this will force him to lighten up a bit and realize that there are boundaries and lines he shouldn’t cross…”

You blinked.

“Huh. You might be onto something,” you admitted. “I know he thinks I’m such a child sometimes. Maybe this will make him wake up.”

You didn’t stay on the phone for much longer, and your heart sank when you hung up only to see no new notifications. Was Chris ignoring you? With a huff, you plugged your phone up and settled into bed.

You sipped on the coffee Tom had gotten you on the way here, leaning against the wall as you watched Chris and Anthony talk to the interviewer. This one preferred to talk to a few of you at a time, and considering the disaster that happened a week ago, you quite liked that.

That pushy girl had indeed included the bit about your love life in the article. Fortunately, it was tastefully done, only mentioning it in passing, but she had included that the rest of the cast, sans Tom, had been none the wiser. You hadn’t checked to see what people were saying about it. It wasn’t their opinions that mattered to you.

Chris hadn’t talked to you since, ignoring every one of your messages. Eventually, you gave up, deciding that he’d talk to you whenever he was ready. At first you were angry once you realized what he was doing, but eventually you became more understanding. He was probably more hurt than anything that you hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him.

You perked up when you heard the mention of your name.

“So, word on the street is that Y/N does indeed have a beau and it’s not Tom Holland…” he started.

Chris and Anthony chuckled, but you could tell it was forced.

“Yeah, man, I don’t think anyone was more shocked about that one than their fans,” he laughed. “…but we all know they’re just good friends. It was a nice running joke for a while though.”

Chris didn’t say anything, and the interviewer continued.

“Speaking of shocked, is it true that the rest of you guys were completely in the dark about it? I read that the ball was actually dropped during the interview. I mean, how awkward that must’ve been…”

Chris exhaled.

“Yeah…it was definitely something. It made my day though.”

Your jaw ticked as you realized that he was putting on a front.

“…and is it true that he’s 43? I mean, I’ll definitely ask Y/N this later on-.”

“Then it’d probably be best if she answered that,” Anthony interrupted, and you mentally thanked him.

“Well…the secret’s out, right?” Chris laughed, and you frowned. “Yeah, she says he’s 43.”

Your frown deepened.

“That’d be like dating one of you guys, I’d imagine, but at least it’ll be easy for him to get on well with you guys. You all are rather close with Y/N, so that must be of some importance to her,” the interviewer replied.

“I don’t know about that one considering we found out with the rest of the world,” Chris joked, but you saw right through it. “I suppose it’s a good thing we didn’t know though because…”

He suddenly trailed off, letting out a low ‘whew’. He shook his head.

“No. I never would have allowed it.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him like he’d grown a second head as the words registered within your mind. You didn’t even hear the rest of what was said as you backed up. You almost bumped into Tessa, and she steadied you.

“Woah,” she said. “You okay?”

“No, actually,” you slowly replied, turning to face her. “I’m not.”

You found that it was true. Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to vomit any moment. The audacity of him!

“I…I have to go,” you told her.

You let your publicist know that you were feeling ill, and you waved bye to Tom on the way out, his brows furrowed in confusion as he hesitantly waved back. You fought tears the entire way to your apartment, shaking your head in disbelief. Never mind the fact that Chris has said that, but the fact that he’d confidently said it in front of other people.

“Never would have allowed it?” you mumbled to yourself.

You were gripping the wheel so hard you were sure it would break. As you furiously got out of your car, you thought to yourself that you didn’t even care if he texted you back or not. You weren’t in the mood to even look at his face, let alone talk to him.

After you showered and poured yourself a glass of wine, you curled up on your couch, staring at the tv…but not watching it. Chris’ words kept replaying, and you wondered how he could even fix his mouth to say such a thing. He wasn’t your father! There wasn’t a damn thing in the world he could forbid you to do.

And before you knew it, you had downed two more glasses and that was exactly what you were texting him. You were certain your thumbs would crack the screen with how furiously you were typing. When you were done, you turned your phone off, slamming it on the table as you returned your gaze to the tv.

It was hours later when you heard a knock on your door. You briefly wondered who it was, but you had suspicions that it was probably Tom. You’d left in such a hurry, and your phone was off, so he was probably coming to check on you. With a buzz coursing through your veins, you pulled the door open, only for your face to drop when your eyes connected with blue ones…not brown.

He didn’t exactly look thrilled to see you either, and you were certain that your face was no different. You pursed your lips, going through a pros and cons checklist of letting him in before scoffing. You swung the door open wider before turning your back on him. You heard him close it, his feet following yours into the kitchen.

You didn’t spare him a glance as you poured yourself another glass, taking up residence on the other side of the small island. Eventually, when he didn’t say anything, you looked up at him, a frown on your face.

“Are you actually going to say something? Or just stand there and stare at me?”

Chris heaved a sigh, resting one hand on the counter while the other found a home on his hip. He stared you down, jaw ticking beneath his beard.

“You’re upset with me…”

“I wonder what makes you think that?” you mumbled into your glass.

“…but I’m upset with you too.”

“Yeah, well, at least my anger is valid,” you spat.

“…and mine isn’t?” he threw back.

You huffed, glancing away from him.

“If you’re upset that I didn’t tell you, then I’m sorry. I mean that. I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything, but you have to understand why I didn’t say anything. Look at how you’re reacting,” you said, gesturing to him.

His nostrils flared.

“What does a man like that have in common with someone like you anyway?”

You jutted out your hip, resting your hand on it as you stared him down.

“Someone could easily ask you the same thing. What, I can be friends with you, Anthony, and Sebastian despite the age difference, but I can’t date someone who’s the same age as you?”

“It’s a bit different. We are your friends, we look out for you, we are not trying to…”

He swallowed his words, seeming like he couldn’t even bear to say it. You smirked at him.

“So I can choose my friends, but I can’t choose who I fuck?”

He glared at you.

“I mean…that is what you’re saying, right?”

“You can choose someone who’s acceptable…”

“…and who are you to say he’s not acceptable?” you demanded, offended on Alex’s behalf. “You don’t even know him.”

He made himself at home, taking a seat as he stared at you, hands folded on the counter.

“So tell me about him then…”

You heaved a long sigh, leaning against the sink as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He’s…sweet,” you started, pressing your hands to your eyes. “Oh my God, he’s so sweet, Chris. You’d get along great with him. He’s funny, he loves dogs, and he has the biggest and kindest family you’ll ever meet. He’s filming overseas, right now-.”

“So he’s an actor,” Chris interrupted, sounding displeased.

“Yes. He calls me every night…,” you trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable.

“You told Anthony that it wasn’t serious…”

You looked down.

“I really like him, okay? That’s why I don’t care what you guys think. I’m not breaking up with him just because you don’t approve,” you said, eyes meeting his again. “You’re not my father, and you can’t tell me what to do.”

“No, I’m not your father, and I’m sure as hell glad for that, but someone definitely needs to be…”

“Screw you, Chris,” you murmured.

He glared at you, and you fought back tears, surprised at how much this was hurting your feelings.

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad about this! Why are you treating me like I can’t make my own decisions?”

“Because I think you’re making bad ones,” he answered, rising and heading towards the door.

You balled your hands into fists as he made his way out.

You spun away from Tessa, a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin. Today was the last day of filming, and the crew members were hosting a party. You’d almost let Chris’ sour attitude ruin it for you, but Tessa convinced you to come.

She’d arrived at your apartment early in the morning, fed up with your sulking. You told her about your argument with Chris, and she listened while you ranted about his behavior. You talked with her about Alex too, eager to tell her everything. Talking to Tom about him was nice and all, but it was different with Tessa.

She comprehended why you had never said anything about your relationship, far more understanding than Chris or even Anthony had been. She made you feel a lot better about the whole situation and assured you that Chris would get over it. He hadn’t spoken to you the entire time you’d been here, so you didn’t know about that.

It pained you to think that your friendship with him could end just like that over something so insignificant as to who you were dating, something that didn’t affect his life in the slightest. You stumbled away from Tessa, realizing that you’d had more to drink than you thought. You touched her arm.

“Hey, I’m gonna head inside. Try to rest my nerves for a bit…”

“Okay,” she said. “Hurry back when you feel better.”

“K.”

You trudged your way inside of the huge house, heading straight for the kitchen. You filled a glass with water from the sink, emptying it in no time. You were ready to go for another when movement from your left caught your eye.

You looked over your shoulder, pausing when your gaze connected with that of Chris’. He didn’t look like he was having fun, and your shoulders sagged.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You eyed him, almost sadly, before swallowing. You nodded, forgetting the glass of water and opting to follow him instead. You stumbled a few times, alcohol coursing through your system, but thankfully Chris didn’t notice.

You followed him into a guest bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as he turned on the light. He was dressed plainly in jeans and a dark tee, a darker cardigan hugging his arms and shoulders. He rested his hands on his hips in that Captain America way you often teased him about, and you fought a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually breathed.

You blinked at him, the alcohol making it hard to process what he said.

“You’re…sorry?”

Your voice was small and unsure, and his face crumbled as he moved to sit beside you.

“You’re right. I can’t tell you who you can or can’t date. I shouldn’t have said what I said in that interview,” he admitted.

You let out a soft chuckle.

“No…you shouldn’t have. I was so…embarrassed when you said that Chris,” you said, looking at him.

“I know,” he whispered. “I don’t want to make you feel that way. I thought I was upset because you hid it from me, but…”

You eyed him, waiting for him to continue. His gaze met yours.

“I don’t have any rights to your dating life, but…I want to,” he slowly replied.

You frowned at him, and he continued.

“I care about you…”

“I know. I care about you too,” you told him in the quiet room.

“I’m attracted to you, Y/N,” he confessed, making your eyes widen. “I always have been.”

Your lips parted, surprise and confusion filling you.

“I told myself from the beginning that my feelings were innocent, that I was just looking out for you. I convinced myself that my anger at your relationship came from a place of concern…but that isn’t true.”

“Chris…”

“Somewhere down the line, in the back of my mind, I had accepted that anything between us would be inappropriate. That you’d be repulsed…and then, come to find out, your boyfriend is even older than me.”

He chuckled, finding some warped humor in it all.

“I felt cheated. I felt like that could be me…like that should be me…”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d have to be blind to deny that Chris was handsome. He was one of the most sought-after men in America, but your feelings had been fleeting…shallow. You thought Anthony and Sebastian and Tom were handsome too, but in an appreciative sort of way. That was how you saw Chris too.

“I’m…with Alex. You know that…”

He took your hands, scooting closer.

“…but could that have been me? Tell me the truth,” he pleaded.

“I…I don’t know-.”

“I think you do. I think you thought like I thought and pushed any desires out of your mind.”

Your mind was fuzzy, too much alcohol in your system to fully process this conversation. You moved to stand, but he held you in place.

“Chris, I think I should go…”

You trailed off when his lips met yours, and you jerked back, eyes wide.

“I have a boyfriend, you know that…”

“You haven’t answered my question,” he told you.

“I…I don’t know! But it doesn’t matter because I am with someone!”

“…and that someone could have been me.”

“But it’s not, so-.”

He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you. You reached in between your bodies, pressing the palms of your hands against his chest. He moved back, but he brought you with him. He rolled you over until you were beneath him, and you made a noise of protest deep in your throat.

“Chris,” you mumbled into his lips, pushing against him again.

He was smooth in reaching under your dress to take hold of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease. You opened your mouth to protest again, but all that came out was a gasp when his hand slid between your thighs.

You shook in his arms as he played between your legs, fingers ghosting over you and prodding you until he was able to slide them into your soaking lips. A choked moan climbed out of your throat, and he hummed as his lips trailed down your chin, peppering kisses along your neck.

Your body felt light, limbs numb as you heard him fooling around with his pants, the sound of his zipper deafening in the quiet room. You knew what was about to happen. Your brain was screaming at you, but you couldn’t move. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or shock, but you were powerless to stop him.

You reached out to place your hands on his when he parted your legs, and you didn’t know if it was to pull his hands away…or not. You caught a glimpse of him as he settled between your legs, stomach sinking as you blinked at the sight of him…bare…for you.

“Chris,” you mumbled, unsure of what you were going to say.

It didn’t matter, anyway. His lips were covering yours as he pressed the head of his cock against your folds, prodding and prolonging the inevitable. You thought about Alex, and that sobered you up a bit, but it was too late.

You threw your head back against the mattress, nails digging into Chris’ hands as he thrust inside of you. The noise that escaped him was orgasmic, the deep sound causing you to clench around his length. He hissed at that before completely leaning over you, forearms pressed into the mattress beside your head as he started to move.

Shallow breaths left your lips as he pumped into you, the squelching sound of his retreat and entry reaching your ears. Your eyes were unfocused, hands coming up to rest on his sides as you started to moan. He joined you, bending his head to kiss you again and again.

There were odd brief moments at the start of filming where you idly wondered what it would be like to kiss Chris. You never imagined that you’d find out for sure. Then when you and Alex happened, you’d left those girlish and embarrassing fantasies behind. His lips were soft and sweet with the taste of whatever drink he’d had, and he moved them over yours with so much expertise it made your head spin.

“That feel good?” he breathlessly wondered, jerking his hips into yours.

You gave a shaky nod.

“U-uh-huh,” you gasped, clenching around him.

“God, you’re so beautiful… You know that?” he mumbled, kissing you again.

Your toes flexed, stomach clenching as well.

“I thought about you all last night,” he quietly professed. “I thought about your lips and these fucking thighs and how it’d feel to be in between them…”

“Chris,” you whined.

“You’re so tight,” he hissed in your ear. “Tighter than I’d imagined you’d be.”

One of your hands traveled to his back, bunching up his shirt and sweater.

“Chris,” you gasped, breath hitching. “Chris, I think…”

Your words died on your tongue as you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer. He groaned against your skin, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“You gonna come for me?”

You gave a jerky nod, tightening your grip on him. He hissed when you clenched around him again, blue eyes boring into your own.

“Yeah? You’re fucking choking my cock. A greedy little thing,” he murmured, never taking his eyes off of yours. “Come on, baby. Show me what I do to you…”

You shook in his arms as your climax rushed over you, legs trembling and eyes rolling as you clenched around him again and again. He wasn’t done, fucking you through it until you were an incoherent mess beneath him.

You never did rejoin Tessa on the dance floor.

tags: @harryspet @coconutqueen21 @readermia @nickyl316h

#Dark Fic #Dark fics #dark!chris evans #chris evans x reader #dark chris evans #dark chris evans x reader

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marktuansvevo · 4 years ago

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got7 reacts to something theyve never experienced before in a relationship

warning(s); slight cursing, sexual content in bam’s part

mark; being jealous

mark understood why his past partners could be jealous of him in his line of work. as long as it didn’t get out of hand, he thought it was cute. he was never the jealous one in the relationship. he didn’t even know what jealousy felt like....

....until tonight.

you were mark’s entire world. you excited him, you built him up like no other. never before could he see himself spending his life with someone before you came along. you made the world brighter to him.

but now he was only seeing red.

you had been a trainee and never debuted, which you weren’t too upset about, you had a boyfriend you loved and a career with less physical and time demands than being in the entertainment industry. this meant that you knew a lot of other bands, stray kids being one of them. chan was, quite frankly, your best friend during your trainee days, so when you saw him at this afterparty you were attending with mark, you threw yourself into his arms.

mark just watched you from afar.

and his blood boiled.

chan spun you around in his arms, the biggest smile on his stupid, handsome face. “yah!! y/n! mark didn’t say you’d be here.”

you giggled, trying to keep your tears at bay. you put your hands on his face, poking his dimples. mark scoffed at the blush that was forming on his friend’s face. “god, chan i missed you so much.”

“bro, you look constipated,” bam snuck up behind him. “dude, your face is so red right now.”

mark rolled his eyes. “these parties are so annoying.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you as you caught up with chan, who still had his hand around your waist.

bam followed his line of vision. “shit, you’re not constipated, you’re jealous. yugyeom, come look at him!”

mark walked away from his intoxicated friends and up to you. you smiled at him before returning to your conversation with chan.

“y/n, we have to go,” mark said lowly, smiling a sickly fake smile at chan, who immediately dropped his hand from your waist.

“why, baby, we just got here? are you not feeling good?” you asked. he wanted to feel bad, your voice was laced with concern.

“something like that. see you, chan.”

as you got in the car, you smiled at him, poking his cheek. “somebody’s jealous, huh?”

“huh? of chan? i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he clenched his jaw, not making eye contact with you as he steered his car out of the parking lot. you were giggling now.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. maybe i should make more time for chan.”

“y/n!!!”

jaebeom; wearing disguises in public

jaebeom never thought he would have to dress up in a disguise to go out in public. and jae would never want to put you in such a position. it was draining, and you, as his girlfriend knew that he despised it.

but you wanted to go to a concert with him.

and you wanted to stand in the pit with him and be part of it. don’t get you wrong, you loved when he bought you suite seats or could watch his shows from backstage, but you wanted to sway to ariana grande in th pit with your boyfriend.

“cmon, jae, i think everyone is going to be paying attention to ari. we can skip the opening act?” you suggested.

“y/n, i don’t want to take a chance...im sorry,” he pouted at you. you sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

“what about disguises?” he said. “like, we could wear our halloween costumes?” you were giggling to yourself, but your boyfriend seemed like the idea.

“i could wear my jesus wig and you could paint a beard on me?” he said with serious eyes.

“jae, you hate going out in disguises.”

“true...but, babe, this will be fun. you could wear your sailor mars wig, it’d be cute,”

okay, this was a really cute idea and you were warming up to it...if it made your boyfriend more comfortable to be out in a crowd of so many people, you were down to try it out.

“this really feels like halloween in july,” you giggled as you used mascara to draw a beard on his chin.

“do I look like jesus??” he asked childishly.

“well, you don’t look like im jaebeom of got7, that’s for sure,”

“you look like an egirl,” he laughed at himself. “don’t hate, you know you love it,” you said. “we look so cute, let’s take a mirror selfie and post in later,”

“no, then people will be on to us,” your boyfriend sent a pout in your direction as he looked at his makeshift beard in the mirror. “I look sexy as fuck in a beard,”

“super sexy aegyo please?”

the two of you arrived at the arena, not be noticed by anyone, but jae was still on edge, so you held his hand tight as you made your way into the pit.

“im so excited!!” you shouted over the noise. he shook his head before leaning in to kiss you. the two of you danced the whole night away to arianas crooning, his arms around you as you swayed to her pretty, soothing voice. the two of you let the world fade away while ariana sang honeymoon ave in the background.

jackson; his significant other saying ily first.

it was no secret that jackson was stock full of love and kindness. he had had other partners before you, all with him ending up getting too attached, or scaring them away when he said “I love you” too early.

he did not want to scare you away, and honestly, he had known he loved you two months into dating, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he never outwardly said those three little words to you.

he wasn’t expecting you to say it, first though.

you had invited him over for dinner and a movie, just wanting a chill night in with your boyfriend. he brought the wine and promised to give you a back massage, so really, what more could you want on this chilly thursday night?

“what’s been going on, honey? you know you can tell me anything,” jackson whispered into your ear as he helped you out of your clothes.

“I feel like I deserve to oversee my department at work. i have the most education of all of them, more experience than them, and generally, I am more optimistic than my superiors….,” you sighed, letting him rub just under your shoulder blades, which had been itching all week.

“mmm?”

“i think they might be scared of powerful women who like to wear hot pink fendi suits to work,” you smiled, knowing he would be offended at your joke. you could almost feel him pouting.

“so the reason you can’t get the job is because your superiors don’t like the suits your boyfriend buys you? wow, what a way to hurt a guy’s pride…,” he followed your lead on the joke, trying to make you laugh because he knew this was really getting to you. “baby, I think you should go to their boss and see if you can get a promotion…tell them everything you told me, okay? i know you’re not only the best woman for the job, but the best person for the job…period,” he said, making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion. none of your previous partners had ever revered you the way jackson had. you felt so incredibly blessed and in love, you couldn’t help yourself.

“god, jackson, I love you so much,” you whispered.

the movement of his soft hands on your back stopped abruptly at your words. ‘oh god, was it too early to say that?’

“j-jackson…im sorry-“

“ive been waiting to say that to you,” he breathed against your lips, closing the distance that was between them.

“jackson wang….you love me?” you could feel the tears building. the man of your dreams was in love with you, too.

“i love you,” he whispered reverently.

“say it again,” you begged. he said it like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you….i love you..”

jinyoung; moving in together

jinyoung thought you were so cute. you were ecstatic to move with jinyoung. you had been living in your shared apartment with your mom your whole life and we’re excited to start a new chapter of your life. jinyoung didn’t think you were taking in the fact that moving is one of the most stressful things a person can go through.

he didn’t want to rain on your parade, though.

the two of you got settled into your new apartment after a long day of unpacking. jinyoung kissed you as you laid onto your new king sized bed. “im gonna grab takeout, you want your usual?” he asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. you just nodded, squeezing his hand back.

you watched as jinyoung walked out of your shared bedroom. that’s when the dam broke. you were so overwhelmed. you didn’t know how to make warm water happen in your shower, you didn’t have your wifi set up, and you forgot your favorite teddy bear at your moms. you missed teddy and your wifi and your mom.

“hey, i ordered you two egg rolls and they gave us three - hey, baby, are you crying?”

“no,” you replied lamely. “I miss teddy,” you wailed miserably.

“teddy...the...stuffed bear?” he asked.

“i slept with him every night for the past 20 something years.”

“baby...we can get your bear in the morning...,”

“we don’t have netflix set up so how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

“y/n...,” he chuckled. you frowned harder now that he was laughing at you. “moving isn’t as exciting as it looks. tomorrow, we will fix the wifi, okay? and we can visit your mom and rescue teddy.”

“okay...okay. im sorry, im just a bit overwhelmed,” you confessed.

“its gonna be okay, honey. it’s a lot to take in, i know. but you can hold me instead of teddy, and ill sing you to sleep,” he whispered, the takeout now long forgotten. before you could fall asleep, he pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and pulled you into his chest to take a selfie. “there. now we have a picture of us in our bed for the first time.”

“i love you, you sap.”

even though you called him the sap, the next day you went to the pharmacy to get the photo printed and frame it. when jinyoung came home from the market that day, he eyed the frame on your bed stand, smirking at you.

“oh, so im the sap, hmm?”

youngjae; picking up the tab

it was the first date the two of you had been on since youngjae had been on tour. he told you to get dressed up and that the two of you would go out for a fancy dinner and catch up on everything. this is why you loved him, because while you wanted to hear all about his stories of life and tour abroad, he always wanted to hear about everything that was going at home, to see if you were alright.

youngjae looked dazzling in a black checked suit, while you matched him with a little black dress that made him groan when you stepped out of the bathroom. “can we skip dinner?” he’d ask cheekily. you rolled your eyes at him before kissing him on the cheek. “we aren’t skipping dinner, and we definitely won’t be skipping dessert,” you winked before leading him to the car.

the two of you ate dinner together, him holding your hand and looking at you with stars in his eyes as you told him stories that had happened while he was away. you ordered appetizers, drinks, shared an entrée, and youngjae even ordered you a slice of apple pie for the two of you to share.

“baby, I’m going to go use the restroom,” youngjae said before kissing your hand. “’kay, don’t get mugged, please,” you teased him. he shook his head at your playfulness. you watched as he left before frantically waving your arms at your waitress. she ran over to you, checking if you were alright.

“I just wanted to wonder if I can pick up the cheque really quick? I wanted to pick it up for my boyfriend as a surprise,” you spoke in a hushed tone, making the waitress giggle. she nodded her head before handing it to her. you handed her your credit card, thanking her before your boyfriend had any suspicions of what you were up to.

youngjae came out of the bathroom as soon as the waitress set the cheque down. you were applying your lipstick so you couldn’t snatch it in time. you watched as his pretty brown eyes scanned the receipt, looking confused as ever. “is this a joke? what kind of waitress lets the girlfriend pay?”

“jae,” you giggled. “you don’t always have to pay for dinner. I wanted to treat you…I missed you so much,” you confided, watching his expression from anger into warmth.

“oh, thank you honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful, I love you so much,” you let him wrap his suit jacket around your arms before planting a kiss to your forehead. “but that will be the last time you ever do that.”

“shut up, i like doing nice things for you,” you pouted.

“since you paid for dinner tonight, i have to put out, right?”

he ran to the car before you could slap him in the chest.

bam; his s/o borrowing his clothes

remember how joey never shared his food? well that’s how bam was with his wardrobe. he was very particular about his clothing, not letting people borrow them at all. yugyeom used to steal his clothes just to be petty and piss his best friend off. he had never let past partners borrow his clothes, and nothing was going to change, it wasn’t his fault, it was an obsession. if you were sure of one thing, it was to not steal your boyfriends clothes.

but one day, while he was gone from work, you thought you would take pictures of yourself in only one of his blazers to tease him.

you weren’t expecting him to walk through the door while you were trying to take self timer pictures of yourself.

“baby? what are you doing?” bam asked, laughing as you let out a squeal of surprise.

“i..i wanted to surprise you...,” he tsked, pulling away to look at his blazer. “i know you don’t like me wearing your things..,” you stammered as he circled you.

“you have such pretty things, though, bam,”

“you look so sexy in this,” he purred. “you were trying to get me worked up while im trying to work?”

“u...uhhh,” you couldn’t think coherently with you boyfriend acting so domineering. you gasped as he slid his hand up to your cunt, rubbing your clit in little circles. “bam...please...,” you groaned.

“keep the blazer on,” he said as you writhed in his grip.

“its gonna get all sweaty though and then you’ll yell at me,” you teased him as you followed him to the bed.

bam just groaned. “baby, im sorry I haven’t let you borrow my clothes before but you look better in them than me. now, let me fuck you and i promise you can have anything you want in that closet.”

he knew exactly how to shut you up.

yugyeom; his s/o buying him flowers

yugyeom was always so stressed during comeback season. you always scolded him when he forgot to eat, or wasn’t staying hydrated enough, but you were so proud of him. seeing the smile on his face and the way he walked a little taller was so worth it.

he was still busy during comeback season, coming home late after all the videos he had to shoot for publicity.

one night, yugyeom had gotten home around midnight to a bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten note from you. it read; “I am so proud of you, my love. congrats on breath… I can always feel your love,” he blushed and giggled to himself, thinking, “isn’t the guy supposed to buy the girlfriend the flowers?” he wandered into your shared bedroom to see you sprawled into his side, with your book in your hands, a soft snore leaving your lips. he nudged you, not intending to wake you up, he could thank you in the morning. but he did accidentally. “yeom?” you whispered.

“shh, baby go back to sleep,” he shushed, changing into his pjs.

“did you like the flowers?” you asked, suddenly awake now.

“theyre really pretty, baby, but aren’t I supposed to buy you the flowers?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “not my boyfriend being a sexist,”

“yah! y/n stop it, I didn’t mean it that way!! I love them, you remembered I said I love roses,” he was pouting now, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. his voice got quieter now. “no one’s ever remembered my favorite flowers…much less bought them for me,” he paused, kissing the back of your neck before closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

he was whipped.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 preferences #got7 writing #got7 imagines #park jinyoung #mark tuan #choi youngjae #kim yugyeom #bambam #jackson wang #im jaebeom #got7 writings

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years ago

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Not Blood But Family

Word Count: 1,922

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (brief), Sam Winchester (mentioned), OC Character, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, some slight fluff

A/N: me: hey i should post at least once a week also me: hey guys i’m back from a random ass hiatus

A/N 2: enjoy the dog poop

A/N 3: lisa’s daughter btw

Masterlist

You shot your eyes around the darkened room, squinting as you tried to make out any figure, seeing if there was anyone who was being held captive with you. Unfortunately for you, you were all alone. You could barely make out the bruises on your wrists, the rope burns caused by being tied up for days.

“Hey!” you yelled.

“Hey! I know you can hear me! What the hell do you want from me?!” you screamed as loud as you could, more annoyed than scared.

Ever since you found both your mother and younger brother dead, you’d given up any emotion you could show, mainly numb inside.

“Ugh,” you groaned softly, laying your head back against the wall as you leaned against it, closing your eyes for a moment.

Everyone always warned you, don’t hitchhike, and now you’ve learned your lesson.

---

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you squinted your eyes, sitting chained up to a chair as you saw a bright light flash.

“Freak,” you scoffed.

He ignored your comments, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling it up as you grunted, clenching your jaw.

He just chuckled, pushing you back. You could feel the blood trickling from your forehead as you breathed heavily.

“If you’re trying to sell me, no one’s gonna buy me. I’m a pain in the ass,” you struggled against your chains.

You were met with a blank expression from the man, having not said a single word to you.

“If you’re planning on killing me, at least give me the decency of some good conversation,” you laid back in your chair.

You heard his phone ring as he turned his back to you, picking it up.

“Yes, sir. I have (Y/N) with me. I’ve sent a picture to you to send to Dean Winchester,” you poked your head up, hearing an unfamiliar name before be hung up.

“Who’s Dean Winchester,” you asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough... or not,” he shrugged.

You could feel a slight panic in your chest as you stiffened, seeing him walk towards you while clutching a knife.

“Keep that away from me,” you tried and tried to pull your chains, trying to stay away as he grabbed you, pressing the knife against your shoulder.

“Let's have some fun.”

---

“Hey. Hey!” you groaned as you squinted your eyes, hearing someone calling your name in a distance.

“Wake up, (Y/N), please,” you felt him out a hand on your shoulder, cutting open the ropes tying you down.

“Hmm, who are you?” you winced softly, your body ached from all the miniature cuts all over it.

“I’m… I’m here to help,” Dean said. He debated whether or not to tell who he was, pushing your arm around his shoulder.

“How do you know who I am?” you groaned. You blinked your eyes, fading in and out of consciousness.

“Just stay quiet. Come on,” you breathed heavily as you took a step forward, falling onto him completely.

“(Y/N)?!”

---

“Holy shit!” you groaned, sitting up in the bed as you looked around cautiously.

“(Y/N),” you tensed slightly as Dean wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sense of relief washing over you, feeling a safety that you haven't felt in a long time as you exhaled softly.

“W-Wait, who are you?” you asked.

He stood up, sitting in front of you at the side of your bed.

“You don't remember me, but I knew your mom, a-and your brother,” your face dropped, frowning as you scooted a little away from him.

“Who are you,” you asked again.

“My name is Dean Winchester,” he said.

You thought back for a minute, trying to think where you heard that name before.

You remembered, hearing the man saying his name.

“That… guy mentioned you,” you started.

“Well, I have some bad blood with his boss and they were trying to use you to get to me,” he explained.

You stayed quiet for a moment, before talking again.

“Why me? I don’t even know you,” you shook your head.

His face dropped slightly, looking at you as you ran your fingers through your hair, slightly nervous.

“My friend is coming, everything will be cleared up, okay?” Dean asked.

You nodded, wrapped your arms around your legs as you exhaled sharply, laying your head on your lap.

You heard the noise of something fluttering, as you frowned, looking up. You jumped back, seeing a man appear in front of you.

You could feel your heart racing as the man reached two fingers on your forehead, his eyes glowing blue.

You felt a sense of warmth over you, feeling warmth in your body as it healed. You gasped softly, seeing visions with Dean inside your head. Everything from the years that past came back to you as you pulled away from Castiel, pushing yourself off the bed.

“Dean,” you remembered.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he took a step forward, walking to you.

You shook your head, stepping backward. He turned his head to the side, slightly in shock.

“You’re Castiel,” you said.

“So then where’s Sam,” you asked softly.

“Sam’s at this place we live at. This bunker,” Dean replied.

You continued to stand there quietly, running your fingers through your hair as you turned your head away from Dean.

“I heard that… Lisa’s gone,” you tensed as your mom’s name fell from his mouth.

“Yeah, so is Ben,” you kept your emotions of both anger and grief hidden.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry-” he started.

“Shut up,” you glared at him.

“(Y/N), I-” he tried to speak again, only for you to cut him off once more.

“I said shut up, Dean. Thanks for the help, I’ll be on my way,” you began heading for the door as Dean stopped you.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asked.

“Like what?” you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you acting so cold? So different?” he crossed his arms.

“Don’t start with me, Dean,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

Dean motioned to Castiel, telling him to leave as he nodded.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What happened? My family is dead, Dean,” you spat.

“I know, I-I’m sorry-”

“Saying sorry won't bring them back. It was your choice to leave, you had to know that this was a possibility,” you crossed your arms as you glared at Dean.

“The only reason I left was because I wanted to keep the three of you safe. I couldn't have done that if you guys were with me,” he tried to explain while you kept ignoring his words.

“You don't owe me an explanation. You’re not my dad you don't owe me anything,” you could see the look in his eyes fade away.

“I know I’m not your real dad, but that doesn't mean we're not family,” he started.

“You're just a guy that lived with us for a year, who had a past,” you knew you were hurting him, and hurting yourself while at it.

You couldn't let your guard down and you knew it. Even if Dean was there for you when you needed someone the most, when you had boy problems, school problems, things somehow your mom didn't understand, he always helped you. With all the late nights you spent crying, trying to convince yourself that you don’t need help, he was always there by your side.

Not that you would ever admit that. Dean was the only person your mom dated who cared about you and Ben.

“You know that it’s deeper than that, (Y/N). I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I erased your memory of me. I was just trying to keep you safe,” he said.

“Stop apologizing,” you shook your head.

“Will you come back with me?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“W-What?” you were slightly taken aback by his question, not sure why you were so surprised.

“We have a home now. A sort of home, it’s a bunker. But we live there, and there's more than enough room for you to live with us,” he explained.

“Are you… even after everything I just said?” you frowned.

“Yes. You're still 17, you still, technically need a legal guardian. I know that you’re not happy with me, but I’m gonna fix that. Come live with us,” he said.

“What if I say no?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I know you’re not going to. You hate being alone,” he replied.

“I’ve been alone for a year, I can-”

“I’m sorry you had to be alone for so long. Please, come with me,” he begged again.

You could feel your eyes watering slightly as you frowned, biting your lip nervously.

“Dean, please stop,” you wiped your face with your hands, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath.

“Stop what?” he asked, frowning slightly.

“Why do you care about me?” you whispered softly.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms, taking a step closer to you.

You looked up at him, your eyes red and watery as his face dropped.

“I’m not… I’m not your kid o-or anything, why do you always try to take care of me?” you closed your eyes, feeling a tear escape down your cheek.

“(Y/N), listen to me,” he put his hand on your cheek, wiping your tear away.

“I know I’m not blood, kid, but I’m still your dad, you’re still my kid. Nothing’s gonna change that, no matter what. I love you so much, kid. I’m still your family and you’re still mine. I would never leave you, I-I would never hurt you,” he continued to stroke your cheek, while you kept your tears at bay.

“My real dad didn’t want me,” you whispered.

“That’s cuz he’s an idiot. Come here,” he wrapped his arm around you tightly as you shut your eyes, letting your tears fall freely while you let out a shaky cry, holding onto him tightly.

He kissed your forehead softly, then rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I got you, you’re safe now,” he said softly.

“You’re okay now.”

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You shot up in your bed, looking around cautiously as your breathing was labored. You looked around, before remembering that you were at the bunker as you let out a breath of relief.

Maybe I should tell Dean

No stop bothering him and just try to sleep

Nightmares weren’t uncommon for you, whether it was about Lisa and Ben, or about any event that happened to you in the past year. You were alone, nothing was ever easy, and most people were the absolute worst.

You found yourself trying to stop your hands from shaking as you rested your head on your lap, hearing the door open as you looked up.

“Dean?” you asked.

“What are you doing up? I thought you went to sleep hours ago,” he sat down next to you on the bed.

“Well, I did, it’s just…” your voice drifted off, trying to figure out how to explain your nightmares without Dean having pity on you. He already gave you a home, a place to feel safe.

“Your nightmares?” he asked.

“How did you know?” you frowned.

“Because it’s normal. Come on, I’m staying with you tonight,” he laid down in the bed, wrapping his arm around you in a protective manner.

You yawned softly, snuggling up into Dean’s side as you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Thank you, Dad.”

Dean smiled softly, kissing your forehead.

“Anything for you, kiddo.”

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