#to be fair it was Early. like 7am i think

[the-mang0tree]

[reiderwriter]

💫 Starry-Eyed 💫

Pairing: Porn Star! Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge

Summary: For work experience, you take a job working the cameras on a porn shoot, but after becoming suddenly attracted to a new coworker, you shortly find yourself as a fluffer, the person whose job it is to keep the "talent" aroused between takes.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Porn AU, College AU kinda, exhibitionism, oral sex (f receiving), consensual voyeurism, masturbation (male), blow job, deep throating, messy orgasm.

A/N: Well, look at where we are. I think this actually counts as my first Alternate Universe fic, which is crazy all things considered. I'm really enjoying the Kink Bingo Challenge as it's leading me to so many new ideas for fics!! I hope you all enjoy this one 🥰

Masterlist || Bingo Board

Being a college student still at age 25 meant many things, but mostly, it meant you had friends at many different stages of their lives. Some were fresh out of high school halls, enjoying their first taste of freedom, some were enjoying their first drops of alcohol. Some were giving up alcohol for good and starting families. 

Some of them were successful porn stars who'd funded their own start-up porn production company. It certainly was one way to use a film degree. You knew a professor or two who would enjoy her work more than half your syllabus as well. 

Candi Rapper had become famous doing cam shows in her first year of college and had gone all-in after graduation. You'd shared a few classes in the early days, before you took a break from college for financial reasons, of course. By the time you'd gone back, she was a big time and now in the position to offer you a job. 

“One of my crews is down a cameraman this weekend. If you're open to it, I pay a fair wage?” she'd offed at your weekly brunch. 

“Will you be the star?” You joked back with her. 

“You wish.” 

You took the job, of course, along with a ride from Candi (her name was Kate, but you'd let her pretend) and pulled up on site bright and alert at 7am. 

The set was a large mansion - typical, Candi said - and you'd be mostly shooting in the living room - typical, Candi said. You'd had to tell her after her second typical that you were, in fact, an adult and had seen at least one porno before until she cut out pornsplaining everything to you. She introduced you to the key staff and the director, and they got you set up at your camera. 

“The shoot today is going to be around 5 hours. You'll be on camera three. The papers in front have your cues and directions. You can have some free time until we start. There's a breakfast spread in the kitchen, help yourself.”

Not one to turn down free food, you bee-lined there and stood awkwardly in line for the coffee with the dozen or so other crew members, eyeing up the take-out pancakes organised across the granite surface. 

“Your first time?” An older man asked from behind you, smiling in a friendly manner. 

“You can tell?” 

“You're thinking about eating the pancakes, and the rest of us are remembering the scene filmed there last weekend," as if on queue, a shiver ran down his spine. "Yeah, we can tell.” You laughed along with the man's joke and finally grabbed your coffee. 

Luck just wasn't on your side, though, as you turned and immediately ran into someone immediately sloshing the coffee onto your shirt. 

“Oh my god, I am so - I'm so sorry, I need to watch where I'm going.” 

You'd run into 6’3” of lanky, awkward male perfection. He looked young, your age or younger most likely, and was fidgeting as he stood, the most obviously uncomfortable person in the building.

Your first thought was “Is he lost?” closely followed by “Can I beg him to get lost in a linen closet somewhere with me?” 

He grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter nearby and began attempting to wipe away the coffee you'd spilt down yourself, completely unaware that he was fondling your breasts in his haste to do so. 

“Slow down there, tiger, shoot doesn't start for another half hour,” you said, winking at him as you took the tissues from his panicked hands and dried yourself as best you could. 

“I know, I memorised the call sheet. Who are you?” His question was blunt, but you weren't taken aback at all, your smile even deepening as you enjoyed his subtle attention. 

“I'm Y/N. It's my first time.” 

He spluttered, coming up with an answer to that, and you immediately cursed yourself for the slip. 

“My first time on set, not my- I'm 25. Not that age determines experience per say but-”

“I'm 22. And my name is Spencer,” he said, grasping your hand and shaking it. 

“So, it's your first time on set?” He asked, relaxing more into the conversation as he stepped closer to you, letting the other staff members come and go from the kitchen. 

“Yeah. My friend offered me the job, you know Candi?” 

He nodded but didn't speak, so you continued. 

“She thought the experience would be good for me. And the cash. Gotta put myself through college somehow, and it was this or stripping.” 

He laughed, and you felt a flash of warmth in your stomach, a familiar hunger spreading across your lower body. Maybe it was just the atmosphere of the set, but the air was charged with arousal. 

“Well, you're certainly attractive enough to do both jobs. I'm sure the camera is going to love you,” he said, sounding so genuine and enthusiastic that you almost felt bad you had to correct him.

“Oh! Oh, no, Spencer, I'm not - I'm, uh, I'm going to be behind the camera. Behind camera number two.” 

His face instantly flushed, and you thought you saw a pang of disappointment there for a second, too. The thought of him being disappointed made your skin heat, that he'd been looking forward somehow to watching you get fucked? Your cunt throbbed and suddenly, you found you did wish to display yourself, to let everyone see if it meant that he got to.

“I am so sorry. I didn't - I thought… No, I didn't think, I… I'll shut up now, please excuse me-” 

“No, Spencer, wait-” 

You tried to call after him, but he sent you an embarrassed smile and walked off in haste, leaving you behind as the director called people to their places. 

You were still flushed with arousal as you moved to your station, getting your camera ready for filming. You were distracted even as the scene started, and the female actress came on set, already stripped down to her underwear and touching herself, teasing the camera. 

Surprisingly, you found the work easy enough, too busy focusing on the settings and the gaze of the camera to even care about what was going on down the lens. She was moaning and writhing and gasping sure, to the benefit of the cameras, and although strangely intimate, nobody in the room seemed bothered, so neither did you. 

Or neither did you until the actual scenario started, and your actress got ‘caught’ doing the dirty by the needy boy next door. You hadn't looked at the call sheet closely enough as Spencer peeped through the door to the bedroom, entering the scene not by accident but as a scripted part of the show. 

Your eyes bulged out of your head as you immediately looked down to your prompt sheet to find his name there. 

LEAD ACTOR: SPENCER REID

His stage name was scribbled next to that, but you paid it no attention as you steadied your camera again and got to filming seriously again. 

The actress had pulled his glasses off and led him to the bed, letting him keep on his sweater vest and tie as she pulled his head between her legs, and he started doing his job. 

Even from your view to the side of him, you could tell this wasn't his first time doing that. His tongue spread across the expanse of her heat, first, letting her grind into his face, getting comfortable before he snaked a hand up to her stomach and held her in place for as long as he so desired.

Then, he rolled her clit into his mouth and sucked. The fake moans and whimpers suddenly became real as you saw the sheer skill of his tongue ripple through the woman's body. 

You couldn't even be jealous at this point, despite how much you sorely wished that were you on the bed. Surely no girl had resorted to porn out of pure horny desire before, right? 

After a while of letting her gasp and moan under his tongue, Spencer's fingers curled inside the other woman as well. The director called cut, and he kept his fingers there, even as they walked him through the next few shots, and instructed him to unzip his pants in the next few clips. 

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself as the cameras started rolling again, and he did finally free himself from his tight khakis. 

You knew you'd probably sign up for whatever was on offer at this company next to see that gift again. Spencer wasn't an impressive size or girth, nothing so alien or out of the ordinary that it only belonged in porn. It was just that his cock looked so… pretty. 

He was an inch or two longer than any man you'd ever been with, you were sure, but his cock seemed to have an air of dignity about it. 

You had to stop yourself at that thought. Dignity? Really? You were working part-time on a porn set, and there was suddenly dignity involved? 

You rolled your shoulders back and tried to find your earlier unbothered attitude. But with his cock in his hands and his face slick with female arousal, you really couldn't bring yourself to think about anything less than his fingers roughly finger-fucking you. 

You tried to close your eyes to it, to be blind, but the wet, sticky sounds only distracted you  and you found yourself soon swaying, swaying, swaying until you had to catch yourself before the camera dropped. 

With a shout of “yes, baby, yes,” the female star came on his face, sending up a furret of fluids as he just kept diligently stroking his cock, only stopping at the director's final yell of “CUT.”

“Perfect guys, let's get her up and drinking water again. You need to stay hydrated after all that,” he joked, a PA walking over to pass the actress a robe and a bottle of water as she walked off set. 

You relaxed for a second, trying to find your quickest route out of the room so you wouldn't have to drool over the man's cock so obviously any more. 

“FLUFFER? Where's the fluffer?” The director yelled, looking around for someone who obviously wasn't there yet. 

“Well?”

Still, no one arrived to do whatever job they needed doing, and you felt desperate for escape. 

“New girl, would you mind?” Some crew member called out from the sidelines, nodding at you. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, hoping that whatever job you agreed to would get you far enough from this room and the heat between your legs as possible. You were not a prude, and you would not bolt from your very first film shoot. 

“Great, get on the bed and keep the boy company,” the director said before exiting the room. 

You were absolutely on board with becoming a prude and bolting the scene as fast as your legs could carry you. Unfortunately, eight people still sat around, monitoring equipment and chatting on their breaks, and so you were forced to comply with the task. 

“We meet again,” you greeted the man stiffly as you found him on the bed, an apprehensive, tight smile on his own face.

“You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable, I can keep myself… occupied.” 

You noticed then that his hand was still wrapped around his cock, giving it slow strokes, not enough to tip him over the edge, but just enough to maintain the erection. 

“So the fluffer….?” 

“Prepares the actors for the next scene? I need to stay- let say in shape.” 

His face flushed crimson as your gaze slipped down to his cock in his hand. 

“So you want me to-” 

“NO. No, I usually only talk to the Fluffers. Look at them, you know?” 

You nodded and found yourself suddenly going still, watching his face contort with pleasure as his eyes raked over your chest and legs. 

You couldn't help but let your eyes dart south again, and fuck did you wish you hadn't. His spare hand fisted the sheets as he stroked himself gently, practically taunting himself with the light touch. 

“You do this often?” you asked, trying to pretend you were open to having a normal conversation even while your brain begged you to climb into his lap and sink down as fast as you could. 

“You mean maaturbate or the porn thing?” 

“Porn.” 

“No. No, I come in for a shoot every few months. One of these shoots tends to fund another semester of my PhD, so-” 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were impressed by that admission, but your predominate thought was still “shit, shit, shit, shit.” 

“That's impressive,” you said, only catching your words as they tripped out of your mouth. “THE PHD! The PhD, I mean not your… penis? Not that it isn’t appealing, or- or-.” 

You tried your hardest to use the most clinical word you could, distancing yourself from the honeyed words you so wanted to drop in his ear to get him to crawl further up the bed and entice him to make his own scene with you. 

“Thank you. It's my third,” he said, slightly more relaxed now that you were the flustered one. 

“PhD that is. Not cock. I only have one of these.” 

“One is enough,” you say, unable to stop the words tumbling out as your eyes again find themselves following each pump of his hand up and down his cock. Inwardly, you curse your friend for starting up her stupid business and paying you to simply exist in the same hemisphere as this man without being able to ride him. 

“Do you want to touch it?” He asked, blurting the words out suddenly. As if God had answered your prayers, your heart leapt up into your throat, your pussy clenching around nothing as you shifted your hips closer to him. 

You'd thought then that you'd quite enjoy bouncing on that thing yourself, but a handshake would have to do.

“So you have to stay hard, but-” 

“But it's best I don't cum, yeah.”

“Okay. Noted.”

Slowly, you reached out a hand and gently wrapped each finger around the tip of his cock. He released himself and wrapped his now free hand around yours, setting the pace for you quickly as he engaged you in conversation again. 

“So, where are you from?” He asked, as inept at small talk as you felt in that second. 

You answered him without a fuss and returned the question. Las Vegas. That seemed to check out with how easily he'd broken into porn. There was always something happening in that city. 

"How'd you get into the business?"

"Well, Vegas, you know. A producer saw a group of... street ladies offer me a freebie and gave me his card."

You went back and forth on questions like that for a few minutes before you noticed he was coughing every few seconds to mask moans and groans, evidently too into this to request you stop. 

“Is it okay to…Can I touch you?” He asked, sounding very afraid of rejection at that second. 

“Oh, um, yes. That'd only be fair, right?” 

He ran a hand up your waist to the curve of your breast and pressed his fingers into one, digging into the skin as though it were a pillow, and he was testing it before he fell head first into it. 

Maybe that was just wishful thinking, though. 

Temporarily, you let go of him, popping the front buttons of your blouse until he could freely see all of your black and red bra, and feast on the tops of your dusty nipples, peaking out just above each cup.

You heard him inhale sharply, even as he tried to hide it, but you didn't care, too transfixed on the precum decorating his tip. 

“Would you mind-” You started, but cut yourself off quickly, biting your lower lip. 

“Mind?” 

“Can I suck it?”

You didn't know where it came from because there were probably half a dozen other people still in the room, and mostly men. But dear god, he looked delicious, and you wanted just a little sample. 

“Fuck yes,” he said, finally giving in and letting out a whole gust of breath as he slumped down a bit further, no longer holding himself rigid. “No, no, actually, please do. I'm begging, I'll beg-” 

You cut him off by pushing yourself to your knees and crawling in between his, and seconds later, you were licking the length of his cock from the base of his balls all the way to that precious drop of precum. 

Hard, but no cumming. You could do that. You'd never done it before, preferring to fully pleasure sexual partners any chance you got, but there was no time like the present to start learning. 

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around his tip and sank down, taking one inch, then another, and then another. When you reached the base of his cock, you pushed that little bit further down, calming yourself and going slowly so you didn't gag, nose pushing into his neat public hair before pulling away just as slowly and doing it again. 

You took him as deep down your throat as you could manage, and suddenly, it was like everything that kept your conversation casual and civil earlier had flown out the door. He threw his head back, fisted his hand in your hair, and moaned deep. 

The sound shook you so much you almost pushed a hand into your own underwear and started fucking yourself, needing to prepare yourself for him like a good girl. 

Around you, you could hear signs of the shoot starting back up again, people finding their places, still all but ignoring you deep-throating a porn star. 

Spencer's breaths grew more rapid as you sucked him, hips becoming restless as he tried to lift up into your mouth, hand in your hair tightening as you realised your mistake. 

You pulled off his cock and grasped it again, stroking it slowly, but it was too late. With a sharp moan and a twitch of his hips, Spencer so prettily decorated your chin and chest. His cum dripped down your face, hitting your cleavage and pushing further down to stain your nice black laced underwear white.

“Fuck! Sorry, I wasn't meant to do that, let me get some - Can I get a towel please? A baby wipe? Some tissue, anything?” His voice was panicked, but his hand on your head relaxed, and he brushed your hair gently behind your ear, as if comforting you. 

He was panicked, for sure, but the crew calmly handed him everything he needed, as if they'd been in anticipation of just this thing happening. You supposed they probably were, this being a porn set. You were sure you were supposed to clean yourself up, but instead, he grabbed a wet tissue, leaving the pack just out of your reach.

He managed to clean your face off a bit before the director returned to the room with a laugh. Running a hand through his hair and messing it up slightly, the director turned back to you.

“We're five minutes out from shoot time,” he said, shaking his head. You started to apologise, but he stopped you with a hand. 

“New girl, work whatever magic you just did and get him hard again. Five minutes.” 

“W-What?” You spluttered, trying your best to rise from your knees, but ultimately failing. You were either stiff from the position or just weak with arousal. 

“He just came, I don't think I can-”

“10 pictures I've done with that kid, and I haven't seen him cum that quickly ever before in my life. And certainly not just for some kitten licks. Do it.”

You turned back to Spencer, his cum still trickling down your chest, creating an almost uncomfortable stiffness as it dried up. 

“Pleasure working with you?” You said, not-so-secretly ecstatic that you got to sample him once more. 

“I'll be in your care,” he replied, as you begin softly kissing the head of his cock again, tipping his head back again and losing himself in the pleasure or your tongue.

[rizzanon]

childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 | part 2 (here)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who matures quite significantly by the end of highschool, no longer asking out girls at school anymore much to your surprise

"Woah, look at you."

"Hm??"

"It's been months since you last asked out some random girl. What happened to the women obsessed Shinichiro I know?"

"Shut up, it was just a phase. Besides, you made me open my eyes in a way."

"How so?"

"I guess... I'm just waiting to ask the right person out now."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who invites you to witness the disbandment of the first generation of Black Dragons, despite you not being associated with his gang at all

"Why do you even want me to go? The people I know are only just going to be Takeomi, Waka and Benkei."

"Because I want you to be there. Is there any better reason other than that?"

"I suppose not..."

"And maybe it's also the fact that I need someone to watch over Manjiro haha..."

"I knew it."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets upset frustrated when you chose to ride with Takeomi instead of him on the day of the final gathering (he couldn't complain about it to you though, you made a fair point)

"Hey come on! Why are you going to ride with him? Takeomi's a worse rider than me y'know."

T- "Fuck off Shin. You don't worry about me stealing your girl from ya'."

"But you are a reckless rider-"

"Come on Shin, you can't expect me, you and Manjiro to be able to sit in one bike, can you? One of us is surely gonna fall off. I'll be fine with Take-chan, okay?"

"Fine..." (He was not fine with it)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who you make fun of when he comes over to you after the disbandment of the first generation of Black Dragons bawling his eyes out (you were prepared for this outcome)

"Glad to know you're still the same crybaby Shin I know."

M- "Haha! I'm gonna tell Emma you're such a crybaby."

"Cut it out you two! This—sniffs—is a special moment...!"

"You're lucky I brought tissues to wipe your tears away."

"I can't believe you know me that well."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets used to you coming over to the Sano household unnanounced whenever you pleased, not that anyone minded, since they all loved your presence

"Emma, be a dear and wake up Shin? Smack him if you have to."

E- "Okay!!"

"Woah, woah, there's no need to smack any—yawn—one. And why are you here?"

"Emma wanted me to teach her a new recipe to make for breakfast. So here I am!"

"And you decided to come over this early??"

"It's 7am Shin. Besides, don't act like you don't like seeing my pretty face the first thing in the morning~"

"Shut up." (Spoiler, he does)

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you never grow apart from even after highschool, and you both started going on different paths, him opening up a motor bike shop while you started going to college and applied for a part time job as a cashier near the vicinity

"Wait, the shop you're working at is the one down the street, right? Just a few blocks away from my shop?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Great, looks like I can go say hi to you whenever I want."

"Don't you dare do something stupid to get me fired, Shin."

"No promises, ma'am."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who after miserably failing 5 times asks you for your help to bake a cake for Emma's birthday

"And what is this supposed to be?"

"Clearly, it's supposed to be Ariel, y'know, the princess mermaid??"

"That's your best attempt at making an ariel themed cake?? Now I know why you were begging for me to come over when you called me."

"I blame it on Manjiro for ruining the frosting."

M- "Hey! It was you who ruined it."

"So not true."

"I think the both of you should just shut up and help clean up this mess first."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who's gotten used to his siblings asking him where you were whenever you weren't seen with him and getting teased about it

E- "Neh, Shin-nii, where's [name]?"

"Probably stuck in another class, why do you ask?"

E- "I miss her."

M- "Idiot, we already saw her this morning."

E- "Hey! Don't act like you don't want her to come and play with us too!"

"Seriously you two, sometimes I wonder if I'm your older sibling at this point, with how much you ask for her."

M- "Shinchiro, we all know you love her as much as we do, maybe even more~"

"Shut your mouth Manjiro 💢"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always shows up to your workplace when your shift is almost going to be over, always claiming that he was hungry and wanted to buy something, when in reality, he's there to send you home

"So..."

"And what the hell could you possibly want from this humble store, Shin?"

"Woah, woah! Can't a customer walk around the store to see what they want to get?"

"The last time you were here you knocked down a stack of cans on display, the manager almost reduced my paycheck because of that."

"In my defence, I didn't see the stack of cans."

"Suree you didn't."

"Hey, come on now! You know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your job.. on purpose at least...."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now, would you be so kind to get me a pack of cigarettes, y'know, for a very dear friend of yours?"

"The only think you'll be getting from me is a pack of gum, rotten breath."

"Rude... now come on, when does this shift of yours end anyways? Let's get dinner on the way back."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who becomes your gossip and vent buddy whenever he sends you home after your shift, with him hanging onto every word you say, and hating on whoever you hate even if he doesn't know who the hell they are

"Argh, goddamnit, won't she just give me a break already?"

"Who? Wait—no, let me guess. Is it that girl from your econs class? What's her name again? Ka—Ka something..."

"Kazumi. Wow, didn't think you'd actually remember, well somewhat remember at least."

"With how much you complain about her, who wouldn't? But let me guess what she did to aggravate you this time."

"Go on. No guarantee that there'll be a prize for that though."

"She ditched a group project discussion again? Or she claims she's too busy to complete her part of the project when in reality she's going on parties and all that?"

"Mix of both actually, so congrats! No prize for you though."

"Aww. And here I thought you'll reward me for being a good friend."

"Argh, I should ask Takeomi or Benkei to intimidate her into actually taking this group project seriously or something..."

"Why ask them when you have your number one ride or die partner next to you to do so?"

"What'll you do? Intimidate her with the 20 rejections you've gotten? Pfft, she might even make that 20 become 21 before you intimidate her."

"I thought we swore to never talk about that ever again 💢"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who's grateful to you for bringing him his lunch to his shop whenever he leaves it at home and enjoys groans whenever you nag to him about the importance of not skipping any meals

"Guess some things will never change, huh?"

"Huh? Oh, is that my lunch?"

"No, no, it's my supper."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny [name]."

"I deserve more credit for making sure you don't skip your meals."

"Is that so? Would you like me to get on my knees and thank you? I can certainly do that."

"You and your cheesy lines... when will you learn to remember to bring your own lunch to work? You're pulling off the same shit you did back when we were in highschool."

"Maybe I just like your meals better than mine..."

"...??!... That... That still isn't an excuse for you to not bring along something to eat, dumbass. What would you do if I decide not to check in on you, hm?"

"Probably starve to dea-"

-smacks his head-

"Oww??? Alright, alright, sorry I guess, 'mom'. I won't purposely skip my meals ever again..."

"Good... next time, just... ask if you want me to cook extra for you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who notes how you start to stand one arm's length away from him whenever you're with him, and when he asks you about it, becomes visibly distraught to hear you say he reeks of cigarette smoke

"Hey... why're you standing so far away from me? Don't tell me you came over to my shop just to see me work from a distance now.."

"You just stink, that's all."

"What??!? I definitely don't stink. I took a shower this morning, and I'm not covered in grease or anything..!!"

"It's that smokey smell that's always lingering around you. Y'know, because you like to smoke every now and then.."

"Huhh?!? What're you saying!!"

"Don't tell me you don't reek of cigarettes Shin. It's blatantly obvious, I can probably even smell you from a mile away like this."

"WHAT?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS EARLIER???"

"Because I didn't want you to make you self-conscious, stupid! Besides, it's not like I can force you to stop smoking or anything.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who slowly stops smoking as much as he used to, especially around you so that you wouldn't be disturbed by his smell and stay close to him

"Huh?"

"What is it?"

"Eh... it's nothing important."

"Oh come on, you clearly have something to say. Cat got your tongue or something? Taken aback by my good looks?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say. You just... smell different, that's all."

"Is smell all you care about? What are you, a dog?"

"Fuck you."

"Yes please."

"Wha-?!?!"

"I'm joking." (He wasn't really)

"And I probably smell good because I put on this new cologne I got."

"Pfft, to mask off the fact that you're a smoke addict?"

"Hey! Might I inform you that I haven't picked up a cigarette for the past two weeks now."

"Really? Wow, I'm surprised. What made you stop?"

"You. Well, more precisely, you avoiding to get close to me because I stink."

"...?!?" (You were speechless and flustered)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets jealous upset when his friends flirt with you right in front of his face, not knowing that they're doing this to get him riled up enough and grow balls to finally confess to you

T: "Say, [name], you got a boyfriend or anything?"

"..?!?! Wha- Why're you asking her that-"

T: "What? Can't a man be curious? Besides, no boyfriend would be pleased if their girlfriend is hanging out with her 'guy' friend and his siblings 24/7."

"Very funny Take-chan. If that's your logic, then I believe you already have your answer."

B: "That's suprising. I was sure a pretty girl like you would have many guys chasing for you."

"...! I'm flattered, Keizo-kun. But I doubt that's the case, haha."

"Oi, you guys, stop bugging her like this..."

T: "Ya'know, I'm pretty sure most girls like strong guys, right? Shin's pretty weak to stay by your side."

"Oi-"

T: "But, he makes it up with his charm and caring side, so I guess you have it good [name]."

W: "Well, that's Shin-chan for ya, so you don't have to worry about him not treating you right, [name]. But if he doesn't, you cant count on us to beat him up for you."

"I.... wow, okay...?"

"?!? Oi, you guys!!? Now you're scaring me!!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who confronts you one day, telling you all about how his friends and family keep on teasing him about how you and him should date and how he also really liked the idea of that

"Hahaha! Really? Manjiro did that?? I can't believe I missed that!"

"It's painful y'know! Can't believe he's only 12 years old and pulling off roundhouse kicks like that. And to my face too!"

"Well, what'd you do this time?"

"Wha-?!? I can't believe you're so quick to take his side. Both you and Emma."

"What can I say? Both him and Emma are my favourite Sanos after all."

"Gasp After all these years, you're choosing them over me?!? I'm disappointed, [name]. I thought you knew better 😔"

"Cry about it then."

"Mean..."

"But he must have a reason for doing that to you though, right?"

"I mean... it's kind of stupid, really."

"Oh? Do tell whatever the reason for the 'invincible Mikey' to roundhouse kick you. And for Emma to take his side on the matter."

"Ah... they're just mad that I apparently haven't made you my girlfriend yet."

"Huh??"

"I know, stupid, isn't it? They both have been bugging me about this for years now, claiming that they 'want you to be their actual sister'. What's worse is that gramps has the same sentiment as them too."

"Seriously? Sano-sensei as well?"

"Yup. He says he doesn't mind having you as his "granddaughter-in-law" and that you're the only person I ever truly listen to. Bullshit by the way."

"Is it it really though?"

"That's not the point. Hell, even the guys are teasing me for not making it official with you yet. Bugging me about it whenever we hangout, saying that if I don't act soon, they'll steal you away from me."

"I-.... wow... I guess that explains what happened the last time we hung out."

"Yeah, sorry if their words bothered you."

"No, no it's fine. But I'm just wondering... what do you think about all this?"

"Huh?"

"Like.... with everyone bugging you, and well me about this, what are your thoughts on us dating?"

"...?!?... I guess.... I don't mind that..."

"Really? I'm glad then."

"Huh? What do you mean."

"I guess I don't mind us dating as well."

".....Wait..., so are you saying I can be your boyfriend?!?! Really?!?"

"Yes! I'm saying you can be my boyfriend, and I can be your girlfriend, idiot."

"I'm actually so happy right now I could literally kiss you."

"Then do it, Shin. Who's gonna stop you?"

a/n: i love him so much oml, thinking about writing longer fics about some of these scenarios

m.list

[letstrythisout4]

Chapter 3: Blaise Zabini and his increasing exasperating day

Series Masterlist

By the third week of school Blaise had a schedule set up. Wake up at 7am and take a run around the Quidditch pitch. (And when Quidditch season starts he has already decided he’s just going to wake up even earlier). Take a shower, get ready and make it to the Great Hall early enough to be the first person to sit down at the Slytherin table. 

The schedule is perfect. He gets to dodge his roommates, release some energy on his run, take his time getting ready to make sure he feels prepared for the day; all with enough time to make sure he gets access to all the food first so he isn’t just eating everyones leftovers. 

It’s great.

It also allows him plenty of room to switch up his schedule. Nothing major, getting up at 7 and being first at the table are non negotiable. But everything in between can be subject to change. 

Which leads to situations like today, where Blaise is heading to the kitchens for the first time in his Hogwarts career. After reading through Hogwarts : A History Blaise has come to the conclusion that the best way to get an audience with the Hogwarts elves is through the kitchen. As he approaches the infamous painting with a bowl of fruit which is said to lead to his destination, Blaise stops and for the first time wonders, “What the hell am I going to say?”.

This leads to Blaise pacing in front of the portrait for a good few minutes having an internal debate with himself.

Ok, what’s my end goal?

I want to be in their good graces.

Why?

Because they do so much for the castle and everyone is ungrateful.

…cute. What else?

…It would be nice if they would drop off my clothes when I’m there so I can organize them. How I like it, to keep it in perfect condition.

That sound so fucking pretentious. 

Well I am pretentious so what of it?

Fair.

But how am I going to word that?

I don’t know, it's probably best to just be honest and get it over wi-

“Can we help you sir?” squeaked a voice to his left.

Blaise, stiffly, turned towards the voice to find an elf poking her head out from behind the portrait. All that could be seen was her bat-like ears and large blue eyes.

“Yes, actually I was wondering if I could speak to an elf about some…request I have concerning my clothing?” Blaise choked out.

I hate this, is all Blaise could think as he watched the elf process what he just said. How could I be so stupid as to not plan this out? I always plan out my conversations, that’s what I do, I plan.

“Would you like to discuss it now or shall I find you later, sir?” 

“Now works just fine.” said Blaise doing his best to hold in his frown at the formal way she addresses him. 

“Oh well,” she muttered, clearly unprepared to have someone actually want to speak to her “ please come inside so that we can figure something out.”

Bliase followed her through the portrait and took a breath just to absorb all the wonderful smells he was suddenly surrounded by. He did his best not to stare at the way the elves were so focused and coordinated in their movements in preparation for the children they were about to serve. 

The little elf sat him down at a small table against the wall, out of the way of the mass operation commencing at the same time that Blaise came to beg for them to take special care in delivering his laundry. 

I don’t like this.

“So what I can I help you with?” she practically whispered, refusing to make eye contact.

I don’t like this.

“I’m sorry I’d just prefer if instead of putting my clothes away for me, if we could set up a time where I can take the clothes from you personally, so I can put them away myself.”

She did a slow absent blink.

“I just am really particular about how I have my personal items set up, I have systems etc. So I’d really just appreciate it if you could give me my clothes directly.”

Another blink.

I don’t like this.

You’re too deep now, you must commit.

“I’ve noticed you all tend to clean the rooms and put away the clothes between 11pm-12am every Tuesday while I’m at astronomy with the other Slytherins of my year.”

Another blink.

“So if instead you could meet me just before or after astronomy so that I can take care of it myself, that would be perfect.” 

Another blink.

Blaise whipped his palms on his slacks as covertly as he could under the table.

Why won’t she say something?

“You don’t want us to put away your clothes for you?” she mumbles with a shaky breath.

“Yes…” Blaise is starting to become incredibly worried with the condition that the elf is in.

“But everyone prefers it when we do it for them.” She now has a tone of confusion that does nothing to aid Blaise’s stress levels.

“Well I am weird in that sense, I have a bit of an obsession with organization so-” he trails off trying to find the right words “- I really appreciate all that you all do for us but if I could do this one thing for myself I would be infinitely happier.” 

Another blink.

Blaise sends her his most disarming smile.

“Okay.” she agrees as if she was winded.

“Okay?”

“Okay, what’s your name sir?”

“Blaise Zabini.”

“Well Mr. Zabini, I shall ensure to arrive 30 minutes before your astronomy class with your clothes.” she promises with wringing her hands together.

“Thank you so much…”

“Daisy.” she stammered.

“What a lovely name, thank you so much Daisy. I’ll see you then.” Blaise said quickly. 

Eager to be finished with that conversation and out of the kitchens, he walks as quickly as possible without looking rushed out of the kitchens and to the Great Hall.

I hated that.

I hated that so much.

Why the hell didn’t I plan that conversation out.

The things I do for organization, is the last thought Blaise allows himself to have before he stares at all the food before him losing his appetite entirely only being able to force down two pieces of bread with jam and a chalice of apple juice.

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He sets off to History Of Magic the second he convinces himself that he’s eaten enough. He arrives beyond early, not even Binn’s is here yet. The classroom is set up the same as a muggle ‘Lecture’ classroom he visited for an abroad program in the States- though he’d never voice the comparison outloud. He takes his usual seat- he far back against the right wall to give him a perfect view of the entire classroom. Pulling out his textbook, parchment and his quills and sets himself up for today's lecture.

Blaise loves History of Magic. 

He might be the only person to have ever sat in this classroom and to have thought that unironically. And he’s fine with that. There’s something about history that has always consumed Blaise. And it seems not even Binn’s monotone voice can kill his love for the stories of the past.

And so by the time Blaise has perfected his setup, students begin to trickle in. First is a Hufflepuff girl. Blaise has seen her around before; it's practically impossible not to, considering they share 3 classes together a week, but it's more than that. She seems to not exist outside of these classes. Everyone else Blaise catches a glimpse of in the hallway or at dinner or lunch or just somewhere. But she seems to disappear the second she walks out of the classroom.

And it pisses Blaise off.

Blaise likes to think of himself as observant. He knows things about people. He can tell that despite having met only in the beginning of the year two Ravenclaw boys are already squabbling with each other. He can tell that ever since she’s demonstrated her brilliance Hermione Granger has been isolated from her house. He can tell when Flitwick is having a bad day. He can tell Pansy is getting an irritating letter from home. He can tell when Susan Bones is talking down to Anthony Goldstein despite her sweet tone.

What he can’t tell is who the hell this Hufflepuff is. All he has is a name and information gathered from his eavesdropping. Name: “Isabella Reyes”. Isabella is apparently Black and Latino, which tracks with her light brown skin and curly black hair constantly pulled into a messy ponytail. She’s a Hufflepuff. Blaise had to stop himself from exclaiming, “No shit we all wear house robes.” when he heard someone whispering it to their friend group like it was the juiciest piece of gossip ever heard. And that’s it.

That is all Blaise has gathered in the weeks since starting school.

And it keeps him up at night.

And what is most upsetting is, there is no real way to fix this.

Blaise refuses to become a stalker, eavesdropping hasn’t gained him any information, and he will not speak to her directly. 

Not even an option.

This plagues him. Far more than it should considering he’s never spoken to her. 

But just as he starts to gain momentum in his frustration Binns begins the class…and at what point everyone filled in the seats Blaise couldn't tell you.

An hour and half later, Blaise has been sufficiently distracted with information about Emeric the Evil.

That is until he runs right into the problem he needed to be distracted from, knocking her right to the floor.

Damn. Two unplanned conversations and one bad meal in a day. What have I done to deserve this? Blaise asks the Universe as he puts out his hand to help Isabella up.

“Thanks.” she says shortly as he takes his hand.

A short “a”. She pronounced “Thanks” with a short “a” sound. 

“You’re American.” Blaise states plainly, pulling her up.

 All this time and the first thing and that's the first thing I say? I don’t know what I did, but Universe I am sorry.

She looks at him like he's an idiot. “Yes, thanks for pointing that out for me.” 

They both start collecting her books and papers from the floor. Why have a school bag if you're just going to carry everything in your hands?

Blaise hovers with tense shoulders as he hands her her things to put away. Finished, she turns to leave and makes it four steps before turning back around and asking, “Can I ask you a weird question?”

“You just did.”

She was not amused with this response.

“I’m going to take that as a yes. What were you doing pacing outside the Hufflepuff common room?”

Daisy must have rubbed off on Blaise because all he could think to do was blink.

“This morning~” she taunts.

“I wasn’t pacing outside of your common room, I was pacing outside of the kitchens.”

She was quick, “Why?”

“I needed to ask for a favor from the elves?”

“Why?” 

“Because I need their help.”

“Why?”

“None of your business.” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” 

“I’ve seen you people watching. I’ve seen you blend into the background and listen in on people’s conversations.”

There’s a beat.

“Incorrect, try again.”

Another beat.

“Excuse me?”

“What you are implying is factually incorrect, I don’t do any of those things on purpose. They just happen.” Blaise said confidently.

Blaise Zabini is a bold-faced liar to everyone but his mother. He has mastered the art of spouting false information with expressions varying from a straight face to the most dazzling smile anyone has ever seen. The only one who has ever seen through this is his mother, hence why he doesn’t like to lie to her. 

It's pointless to even attempt to.

The second the sentence leaves his mouth, Isabella is striding towards him. Blaise resists the urge to take a step back when she stops right in front of him. 

And then she stares. She stares right into his eyes and suddenly Blaise feels compelled to tell the truth.

Before he can even think of something to say in response to her actions she takes another step forward and this time he can’t stop himself from taking a step back.

“I know that you don’t know me yet so I’m going to let that lie slide. But for the record, I do not appreciate being lied to. I will clock any lies you tell me whether it is in the moment or after digging, but I will find out. So I strongly suggest, for the sake of your health and sanity, that going forward you are just honest to me. Either tell me the truth, or that you aren’t comfortable to talk about it or whatever logic you have behind not wanting to tell me something but do not lie. Because from now on I will not accept you looking me in my face and lying to me.”

She takes a moment to breathe “ Okay?”

“Definitely, I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize, just don’t do it again.” 

And with that threat (?) she turns around, makes a left and is gone.

…Blaise has even more questions than he did before.

Starting with, what the hell does she mean “yet”?

Author's notes: thanks for reading

[rickgrimeswifey]

Jack's dad - Aaron Hotchner

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A/n: First Hotch fic, please leave a comment below! NOT PROOFREAD

Category: Kinda slow burn, smut and fluff (threw in a little angst in the end)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!fem!reader

Season: some events in this take place in the end of season 6

Warnings: Rough unprotected pinv sex, other than that the smut is pretty vanilla, swearing, smut with plot, little dirty talk, pet names used: sweetheart

Word count: 10.4k (2.5k of those words are pure smut)

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Getting up at six every saturday wasn’t in any lists of my favorite things to do. But when you have a seven year old son who loves playing soccer, you don’t really have a choice. I was down in the kitchen packing food for him to eat after his match and water that he would need while playing. These soccer games were the only thing that made my son, Peyton, get out of bed early. When he came into the kitchen strutting in the clothes he’d wear for his match I couldn’t help but smile. Being a divorced single mom with a father that doesn’t want to see his own son is very challenging at times, moments like these made it all worth it. My son is my best friend, as corny as it might sound, it’s true. There’s no one in this entire world I love to talk to or hang out with more than him. 

“You already up and running?” I asked him with a grin.

“Mhm,” he nodded happily. “I’m gonna kill it today out on the field!” Peyton exclaimed excitedly, making me giggle at his silliness.

“I’m sure you will, now tell me what you want to eat before we have to leave. Game’s starting at seven!” 

The toast I made for him went down fast and then he went to the bathroom to get ready. After Peyton was done he ran to the front door where his sneakers were waiting for him. I had his soccer shoes in my bag along with his food that I had put in a lunchbox. Faster than I could grab my shoes, Peyton stood rocking back and forth on his feet waiting impatiently.

“Mommy! We’re gonna be late!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving as quickly as I can.” I said while tying my shoelaces. 

As soon as the front door opened Peyton ran to the car. I knew we’d arrive a little early but that was okay, he usually took his time getting pumped up and ready for his games. I know this might be a little selfish to say as a parent but I think he really was the best player on the team. He was definitely special, full of talent. When I started the car I needed to remind myself why I voluntarily was out driving this early in the morning. The only reason I went to these games is because of the huge amount of love I have for Peyton. I’d do anything for him. 

When we arrived it was around 7AM, which meant that the game started in fifteen minutes or so. I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the first one there. Still, my breath got caught in my throat when I realized who it was out on the field that me and my son were walking towards. 

I might’ve lied when I said the only reason why I come to these soccer games is because of how much I love my son. The other teeny tiny reason is because of one of the dads, Aaron Hotchner. He seemed to be a single parent since it was only him who showed at these soccer games and when he didn’t show it was Jack's aunt Jessica that came instead. 

I never worked up the courage to talk to the man since he was fairly intimidating. He had this rough exterior to him, that told you he was serious about everything he does. Aaron seemed to only ever smile when he was with his son from what I’d seen. In my head that’s fair although I didn’t understand why. I figured it would make sense if I ever got to know him but I was way too afraid to talk to him. Since he was intensely serious I was afraid he’d think less of me or even just scoff at what I said. I felt that I was about to find out what he was like as soon as we made eye contact. By now me and Peyton were by the field that they were going to play on. 

My son saw Jack and immediately left my side. I cursed at myself when I realized I had no choice but to make conversation with Aaron as he left the goal he was finishing setting up and walked towards me. 

“Hey, I know who you are and so forth, but I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.” He started with that usual look on his face that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

I know this man was tall, now that he was standing right in front of me I realized just how tall he is. This man had to be over 6 feet tall. I felt how my size shrunk for every step he had taken towards me. I finally took my hand in his that I had left hanging for a couple seconds longer than necessary. 

“(Y/N) (L/N).” I said, shaking his hand.

His handshake was firm just as you’d expect. He offered me a small nod before he continued talking. 

“I wanted you to know that your little boy has some serious talent.” Aaron complimented, crossing his arms against his chests. I couldn’t help but notice how this man's muscles flexed as he did. 

“Thank you, Aaron. Don’t tell that to him though, his ego could not handle it.” I joked, surprised when my joke earned a light chuckle from the man in front of me. 

I had never expected such a serious individual to laugh at such a bad joke. Maybe he was all bark no bite? We continued on making conversation until the other parents started flooding in. Before I knew it the game had passed and the whole time I had only been gawking at Aaron. I’m pretty sure he didn’t feel the way I looked at him as he was way too focused on the soccer game to see anything else that was happening. Once the kids had celebrated the goals they scored Peyton came rushing towards me. He practically jumped up into my lap before his energy vanished. 

“You tired, Pey?” I hummed into his hair as I kissed his head. 

The only thing I heard from him was a big yawn, I pulled out the lunch box and water from my bag. Handing him the water while I opened and got half a sandwich for him. He happily took it from me while still clinging onto me. 

“You did really well out there today,” I praised him while watching over the other parents getting ready to leave. “Did you have fun?” I pulled back to look at him.

He nodded while taking another big bite of his sandwich. I stood up once he finished his sandwich. I knew he’d probably fall asleep in the car and then proceed to take a nap when we got home. I closed the water bottle and lunchbox and packed it away then took my son’s hand in mine. We started walking to the car and as we were almost off the field Aaron said goodbye to us. I smiled and said my goodbyes while Peyton waved at him and Jack.

A week went by until another Saturday soccer game. This time I arrived at the same time as the rest of the parents. I had brought my own camping chair to sit on and the usual stuff for Peyton. I set up my chair and put down my bag before walking over to Aaron with Peyton beside me. He had brought a friend with him and it seemed like he was coaching by the way the kids were starting to gather around the two adults. 

“Got a promotion?” I asked, making Aaron turn around to look at me. 

“Is it that obvious?” He questioned with a smirk. 

“To the parents who don’t just look at their phones, yes. You brought a friend?”

“Uh, yeah. (Y/N), this is David Rossi. My help with the coaching.” Aaron introduced his co-worker. 

“Think of it as a package deal.” Rossi joked playfully, earning a giggle from me. 

“Good luck with the kids, guys.” I smiled brightly at them before turning to my son. “Do good out there now Pey!” 

“I will mommy!” He exclaimed encouragingly before I gave him a high five. 

Peyton did awfully good in this soccer game too, it always warmed my heart so much to see how happy this sport made him. It also warmed my heart to see how engaged Aaron was in coaching, how he yelled out to the kids what to do and how he did it was just perfect. The man was perfect at doing anything. My son and Jack's team had won again (even though they didn’t keep score, I did). Aaron and Rossi cheered them on and told them how good they’ve played. They then called out for them to do the ‘tunnel’.  Usually I stood up and did it but as Aaron was standing facing me with his hands in the hair against Rossi’s, I felt how it began to tingle in my lower stomach as the wind made his t-shirt blow up a bit so that I could see his lower abdomen. This man did things to me by just laughing along with the kids while unintentionally flashing some skin due to the windy weather. 

After the tunnel was over my son came rushing over to me with the biggest grin on his face. I could see by miles that there was something he wanted to ask me, it was obvious by the wave he smiled uncontrollably. 

“Mommy…” he began, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, Peyton?” I smiled at him. 

“Can we go with Jack to get some ice cream?” he asked, it took me a second to process just who was coming alongside Jack. “Pleaseeeee!” 

“Yeah, sure buddy…” I huffed, hoping that Rossi also was coming along. 

It’s not that I didn’t want to hangout with Aaron, it’s just the way that he looked at me made me both aroused and nervous. I didn’t know for how much longer I could behave around him, but as long as the kids were around I wasn’t worried. When you have a seven year old, you need to always keep an eye out for them and then you don’t have time to drool over some guy. 

I took Peyton’s hand in mine and began walking towards Aaron once I had packed up my stuff. He gave me a small nod before we walked to the parking lot together. Once we got to our cars, Rossi said his goodbyes and I immediately questioned;

“You’re not coming?” 

He shook his head and smiled. “No, I have errands to run unfortunately… next time though.” 

I nodded and got into my car, completely missing out on the look Aaron shot Rossi’s way. He knew that Rossi was lying, he had already told him that there wasn’t anything going on between him and (Y/N). But Rossi called bullshit on that and decided to try and do a little match making of his own.  

While we were on the way to the ice cream shop, I was following Aaron’s car. He was such a gentleman in that way, showing me the way. It was like when a man in an old romance movie took a lady’s hand and led her somewhere. I took this advantage of mine and called out for my son;

“Peyton?” 

“Yes, mommy?” he asked from the back, his small voice barely heard over the engine and other cars passing by. 

“Do you like Jack? It seems like you guys are becoming good friends.” I smiled at him in the rearviewmirror.

“Yeah, he’s really nice! I like him a lot, he’s almost my best friend.” Peyton informed me, feeding me all the information I wanted to hear. 

“Who’s your best friend if he’s not?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“You, mommy.” 

“Aww,” I looked lovingly at him. “Well you should invite Jack over sometime honey.” I offered to him softly, watching as his face lit up.

“Really?” He asked excitedly. 

I nodded and smiled earning an even bigger smile from the little boy in the back. We had arrived at the shop and went inside, the boys were looking at all the different flavors and debating with each other on which one was the best to get while standing in line. Aaron and I stood behind watching the kids in awe, to every other person in the room we seemed like a regular family. 

“You didn’t do the tunnel today.” He suddenly spoke up beside me.

“Pardon?” I asked with a confused smile. 

“You always join in when we do the tunnel, but you didn’t today.” Aaron clarified and I wondered how he had noticed such a small detail. 

“Oh, I was just so caught up in watching Peyton having fun that I kinda missed it, I guess…” I explained while shrugging. 

It wasn’t all a lie, I couldn’t tell him that the main reason why was because I had been too busy gawking at the man I was currently making conversation with. 

“You did a really good job today coaching. All of the kids absolutely adore you.” I complimented him, earning a small smile. 

“I’m glad to hear that, so you think I’m improving the team?” He smirked playfully. 

If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was trying to flirt with me. But I was convinced I was just making something up in my head.

“Oh, absolutely.” I agreed. “If they were keeping scores your team definitely would’ve won, coach.” I joked back at him, fist bumping his shoulder at the last word making him chuckle. 

His smile was dangerous from how alluring it was. When he wasn’t wearing the facial expression that made you think he was gonna rip you apart, (he looked like that during parent meetings) he actually seemed so sweet and harmless. My best guess is that he is just a big teddy bear. I couldn’t help but wanting to get closer to him, he was so beautiful and understanding. Everything Peyton’s biological dad wasn’t. Although, I didn’t want to ruin this friendship for Peyton, so I kept my hands to myself. Promising myself that I wouldn’t ever act on this for my son’s sake. 

While we ate the ice cream, Peyton had asked Aaron if Jack could come over sometime. The two boys immediately started begging Aaron to let him come over, before answering he looked over at me and searched for my approval. I offered a small smile and nodded that it was okay. That’s how we scheduled the first of many play dates between Jack and Peyton. It was set up for friday afternoon after school and I was going to pick both of them up when their day was over. 

It was wednesday and Aaron was out on a case with the team, investigating a serial killer that went after local (Y/H/C) haired women. Since these women all had the same hair colors as the woman who’s recently been getting in contact with his son, Aaron saw it as the perfect opportunity to find out if he wanted Jack to go over to her house. He picked up his phone, even though he knew it was wrong, and dialed the one person he knew couldn’t catch him in a lie. 

“Garcia?” 

“Yes, sir?” 

“I need you to check a potential victim for me, her name is (Y/N) (L/N).” Aaron lied to Penelope, but he needed to know who he was letting his son get close to. 

“Uh, there’s nothing here that sticks out really… except that she wasn’t born in the area that you’re in.” Penelope said. 

“Criminal records?” He couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it was highly unlikely. 

“None, sir.” 

“Alright, thank you Garcia.” 

Once he hung up and turned around he closed his eyes and cursed himself mentally. Rossi stood behind him with his arms crossed and a disappointed look plastered over his features.

“Really, Aaron?” he asked. “That woman is harmless. I’ve met her, besides, you know it yourself, she’s a total sweetheart.”

Aaron sighed and nodded to signalize that he knew that but both men knew exactly why he couldn’t help himself. He walked past Rossi and back to the rest of the team who were discussing the new clues they’d gotten. 

I pulled up to the school on friday, smiling as I saw the two small boys running towards my car in excitement. They got inside of a side each on the car and I waited until they had buckled up their seatbelts. I had gotten an extra booster seat for Jack so that they’d be riding in the car securely. The two were so caught up in discussing what they were gonna do when they got to our house that they forgot to greet me. I was fine with that though, as long as I got to watch them be so happy. 

The several hours that passed before Aaron came to pick up Jack around 6PM felt like ten minutes. The boys’ laughter had been heard throughout the house every single minute they’d spent inside it. Now here I stood face to face with Aaron who had his suit on him. I’d never seen him in his work clothes before but he was sexier than usual. The boys were cleaning up in Peyton’s room, therefore I had invited Aaron inside. So here we were inside of the house in front of the front door, the staircase beside us. 

“Has Jack been good?” he asked, raising an eyebrow which I laughed at lightly.

“Yes, of course. He’s a total sweetheart.” I smiled at him while putting my hand to my chest. “They’ve been giggling like crazy ever since I picked them up at school.” 

Aaron smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that… Jack is more confident around Peyton, he isn’t much of a talker normally.” 

“I guess they really enjoy each other’s company then… Peyton talks a lot, it’s kinda a bad habit of his.” I confessed making Aaron nod a bit at me with a soft smile.

Just then the boys came rushing down the stairs, they practically flew down as they ran.

“No running on the stairs!” Both me and Aaron scolded at the same time making both the children stop like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Sorry,” was heard from both of them. 

A month had passed since Jack had been over at my house, since then he’d slept over once on the weekend after that week. Then Peyton went over to Aaron's place also and spent the night there. But they were mostly at my house since Aaron worked quite a lot. 

It was now another friday afternoon and around 5PM my doorbell rang. I walked towards the front door with Peyton following me like a tail. He and I knew exactly who were on the other side of that door. Me and Aaron had scheduled another sleepover for the boys because of how much time they liked to spend together. I had heard from two teachers at the elementary school they went to that Peyton and Jack had hung out a lot more. The boys were basically inseparable. 

I opened the door to find Aaron standing there in a typical dad sweater and jeans with his hand on Jack's shoulder. The minute the two children made eye contact their energy went from zero to a hundred. 

“Hi!” I smiled brightly at Jack then looked over at Aaron. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi Miss (L/N).” Jack smiled widely, filled with excitement. 

“Come on in guys, Peyton’s been impatiently waiting ever since we left school.” I chuckled softly, earning a death stare from my son. 

Aaron also stepped through the door and handed his son the bag he had currently been carrying. “Be good now, Jack.” 

Jack nodded rapidly with a huge grin on his face when all of a sudden his father’s phone began ringing. He looked down at who was calling then quickly excused himself and went outside onto the front porch again. By the way he closed the front door behind him and the slight frown on his face, I could tell that whatever he was going to be told wasn’t good. 

“Oh no,” Jack said while frowning.

“What is it honey?” I asked concerned.

“He probably has to work.” The little boy said with a pair of puppy dog eyes as if he thought I could do something about it. 

“What?” Peyton questioned sadly. “That’s not fair!” 

“Boys, calm down. We don’t know anything for sure. Let’s not speculate…” I convinced them, but by the way Jack reacted to his father’s body language convinced me that he actually would have to leave for work.

When he came back inside we all stood waiting for him. Aaron bent down and looked Jack in the eyes sympathetically. 

“Jack, buddy. I’m sorry but I got called in on a case. You’ll have to stay over some other time… now we gotta get you to aunt Jessica.” He explained and frowned at the huff of disappointment Jack left out. 

“No! I wanna stay here!” he argued.

“You know that you can’t do that Jack… I will probably be gone the whole weekend and even on monday.” Aaron continued on frowning at his son, seeing how unhappy this made him. 

My mom-heart hurt for the two boys knowing how unhappy it would make them to have this sleepover that had been planned for two weeks taken away from them. I couldn’t help myself before I had proposed;

“He could stay here the whole weekend and until monday… I wouldn’t mind and I don’t think Peyton would either. Besides, he has already brought clothes and a toothbrush.” 

Aaron looked up at me and it felt like he was inspecting my whole body from the way he looked at me. I could tell he didn’t exactly like the thing I’d proposed and he stood up straight again as the boys began pleading him to let Jack stay over. Before saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ he turned to me.

“Could I talk with you for a minute privately, (Y/N)?” He asked, his tone laced with something that I didn’t know what it was. It sounded serious, aggressive, soft, concerning and seductive all at once.

“Yeah, of course.” I agreed and by the way he looked at me it felt as if I had the scolding of the year waiting for me. “You boys stay here, alright?” 

“Okay…” they both sighed before plopping down onto the second step of the stairs. 

As we entered the kitchen I slightly leaned onto the kitchen island behind me while Aaron stood with his arms crossed in front of me. The next things to come out of his mouth weren’t at all what I thought he would say. I’d been imagining on my way in here that he would begin to scold me but that wasn’t the case. Instead he told me;

“Look, I couldn’t possibly ask you to have Jack for an entire weekend, and possibly on Monday or even longer. He’s not your responsibility and it costs money to take care of an additional child… him and Peyton are usually pretty loud while playing and it might be hard to get them in bed by bedtime… I don’t know... I don’t want to put that much responsibility on you.” 

“Aaron, listen. It’s not a month he’s going to be staying here. Besides, I am financially independent enough to care for two children for half a week. I really like having Jack here, he’s an extremely nice kid. It’ll be fine and I’ll take good care of him, I promise.” I reasoned with him watching how he chewed his bottom lip in thought.

He wasn’t doubting his trust for you, it was just that so many things could go wrong for example if Jack fell and scraped his knee. Then you’d think that he was mad at you when he wouldn’t be. He just didn’t want anything to possibly mess up this friendship of yours. 

After a minute of silence Aaron agreed on letting Jack stay over. “Just call me if anything goes wrong or you need anything. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will. Now go to work Aaron.” I ushered him out of the kitchen back to the kids who were sitting on the stairs, Jack showing up a new toy he’d brought along. 

“Okay guys, good news… you can stay over until your father comes back, Jack.” I informed and in a heartbeat the two boys jumped up and down in excitement before hurrying up to Peytons room, shouting thank you’s from the top of the stairs.

“Promise me to call if there’s any problem and don’t be afraid to ask me if you want money for Jack’s food-” Aaron began rambling but cut himself off when he felt my hand on his bicep. 

He glanced quickly at my hand then into my eyes. The words I was going to say were long gone as his gaze made me melt on the spot. With my knees weak I gathered up enough sense for me to form words. 

“Relax, Aaron…” I mumbled, looking into his eyes then slowly sliding my hand further down his arm until it completely left his body.

He took a small step forward and I felt myself shrink in size as his gaze got more intense. 

“Promise me…” he whispered, his eyes shamelessly glancing over all of my features. 

“I promise.” I answered in the same low tone, I wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was I was promising anymore as this felt way beyond his son. 

Aaron pressed his lips into a thin line for a second when he realized what was happening and stepped back. Even though how close he was standing wasn’t enough for (Y/N) to feel his breath fanning onto her skin, it was enough for the tension to build between them. Like he had said before he didn’t want anything to screw up your friendship so he said goodbye as he usually did then took his leave. 

The weekend went by fast and Aaron had texted me on Saturday night to tell me that he was hoping to get done with work tomorrow. Then, on Sunday afternoon I got a text that said that he was going to have to work Monday too, I told him that it was okay and I understood. Although, I could feel his guilt through the phone. Monday rolled by fast and he texted around five that they were done with the case and they would board the jet in an hour or so. The flight was long though since he was all the way across the country. Therefore I wasn’t surprised by the sharp knocks that were heard from the front door around eleven while I was sitting in the living room. Aaron knocked softer than usual because he knew the kids were asleep and didn’t want to wake them even though they were all the way upstairs. I tied my kimono over my nightgown and walked towards the front door.

When I opened my front door, I found Aaron standing outside with his suit on. His tie was a mess indicating that he’d undone sometime on his way back from the case. It occurred that every time I saw this man in a new type of clothing or just his tie untied he’d become sexier than usual. And he was extremely sexy. I cursed myself again for being so easily affected, feeling how my breath got caught in my throat. 

“Hey…” Aaron sighed tiredly. “How are you doing?”

“Hi Aaron,” I smiled softly at him. “I’m doing good, how are you?” I asked him concerned. The poor man looked as if he hadn’t slept for days.

“I’m fine (Y/N).” He reassured me just as if he could see that I was worried about him.

Come to think about it, he could probably tell because of what he does for a living. He’d told me he was a fbi-agent but not much of what he does. I guess cops are good at body language and such things.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted Aaron, come on in by the way.” I moved aside watching him carefully while he stepped inside.

“I’m fine, I promise.” This time he was the one placing his hand onto my arm. “How has it gone with the boys?” 

“Oh, they’ve been great. Such sweethearts are what they are… when you have them for longer than a day they actually get quieter and quieter. We watched a movie together and I read for them. We’ve done all kinds of stuff actually.” I started smiling while babbling through the memories I'd made with them this past weekend.

“I’m glad to hear that you’ve had fun together.” Aaron smiled genuinely, removing his hand from me. “I’m just going to go and get Jack then we’ll be out of your hair. Thank you for taking such good care of him (Y/N).” 

He turned to his side and began walking to the stairs when I once again couldn’t keep my mouth shut and just had to continue on inviting people to stay over at my house.

“Aaron! Hold on.” I grabbed onto his arm making him immediately stop and his turn to look at me wonderingly. “Why don’t you just stay over this night? It’s a shame to wake the boys up, they’ve been asleep since eight o’clock and you can stay over in the guest room.” 

He looked taken back by my suggestion, he was probably wondering why I kept on being so good to him and offering kind gestures. 

“I really don’t want to be a burden (Y/N), I mean Jack’s already been here until monday night.”

“You’re not! Aaron, I really enjoy having you and Jack here.” I smiled, rubbing my thumb against his bare skin where the arm of his suit jacket ended. This action made him look deeper into my eyes than before, the look he was giving me made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Have you brought along any clothes from your work trip?” I gulped nervously, his ways of just staring at me making me want to giggle as a school girl. 

He nodded shortly before excusing himself to go get them. In a matter of thirty seconds he was back inside my house again. I nodded with my head for him to follow along to the guest bedroom. He walked closely behind me on our way up the stairs, this action making me feel both nervous and secure. Nervous because he was so close to me and secure because I felt like if someone were to try and attack me in my own home tonight, Aaron would be there to protect me with his life. 

I entered the room alongside Aaron and told him that he could wash up in the guest bathroom and I’d go get sheets to make the bed with. To be fully honest I hadn’t had anyone sleeping in here for a long time therefore the bed wasn’t made. I came back inside the room a minute later and Aaron was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Making beds was always a struggle for me, having to crawl over the whole thing while trying to put on the sheets. Bed making is one of those tasks that I’d rather leave to someone else. Just when I had crawled off the double bed Aaron exited the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of dark blue checkered pajama pants along with a white t-shirt, and shit… he looked even sexier like this. I mumbled that I had finished setting up before heading towards the door.

“Thanks again, for everything.” Aaron suddenly thanked me with a soft voice.

I looked over my shoulder and offered him a smile. “Sleep well, Hotchner.” 

The next morning I woke up early and had already gotten ready around six. I stood in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, waffles to be exact. I had learned that waffles is a favorite starter of the day with the two little boys. The clock was almost seven when Aaron came into the kitchen, fully dressed and fixed in his suit and he looked like he’d slept well. He seemed to be an early bird just like me, I knew it was more of a parenting thing instead of something you’d do voluntarily. 

“Morning.” I smiled at him while stirring the batter. 

He nodded at me briefly. “Anything I can help with?” 

“Oh, uh, yes actually! You can get the orange juice ready, it’s one of those that needs to be blended with water.” I instructed him, pointing towards the refrigerator. 

He got the package from the fridge then looked completely lost. I now understood he needed a jug.

“Oh sorry, let me get a jug out for you.” I apologized quietly before opening the kitchen cabinet, which was way out of my reach. 

I stood on my toes, grunting as I tried to reach it. Aaron watched me struggle for a moment and when he realized I wouldn’t be able to get it down he stepped in. 

“Let me get that for you.” He said before walking up close behind me. 

I felt his strong and tall figure reaching over me, consuming my shadow with his own in a second. I felt the warmth of his body against mine when our bodies collided for a second or two. I looked down onto the ground and felt my cheeks heat up. 

“Thank you…” I mumbled awkwardly after he stepped back from me again. 

We continued on making breakfast normally after that except that we didn’t say another word. I guess what I had felt he had too, it had always been there, it was just more intense now. It took everything for me not to let him absolutely ravish me on my kitchen counter like a slut, right here, right now. 

By now the boys had woken up by themselves. Both Aaron and I heard them rushing down the stairs, guessing they’d smelled the waffles. When they stepped into the kitchen Jack's eyes immediately lit up. 

“Daddy!” he exclaimed happily before rushing towards his father.

Aaron happily scooped Jack up and gave him a kiss on the forehead before holding him close telling him how much he’d missed him.

“I hope you boys are hungry.” I singsang from where I was standing, making Peyton jump onto his seat at the table. 

Aaron had set the table nicely, the two boys sitting on a side together leaving him and I to sit beside each other. The three boys sat down and waited for me to serve the food. I walked up with waffles stacked on a plate, handing out one each to the boys before taking a seat. I poured the juice into their cups while Aaron helped open the maple syrup. Once they had begun eating and we could dig in, I missed how he looked over at me. Watching me with love in his eyes, this had been a feeling Aaron had missed. The feeling of family, the feeling of belonging together. He soon realized that he might have some feelings for you, although he’d been in denial about it since he first felt it. Everything about you was perfect, you were kind, responsible, funny and the way you acted around the kids is so wholesome and domestic. You were the perfect wife material in his eyes.  

As I cleaned up in the kitchen the kids were brushing their teeth before they would be driven to school by Aaron, he had offered so kindly to drive them since I’ve had them the entire weekend. He also kept telling me that he would ‘make it up to me’, I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by that but all I knew was that he was in fact a man of his word. 

What Aaron had meant by making it up to me occurred to be that he hosted sleepovers for the boys on the weekends for the three months that had gone by. I asked him to let me host the sleepover after the first two he’d had but he refused, now he’d had Peyton over at his house five weekends in three months. It seemed that he wanted to continue on this way until I got a call from him on this particular Friday morning. Peyton and Jack had a sleepover scheduled for tonight and the dilemma was that Aaron had been called in on a case. This time instead of not being completely onboard with Jack staying over for a few days, he was the one proposing the question. 

It had become a routine for the one sleeping over on a friday to bring along his bag to school. It took away the pleasure for me to be able to see Aaron but I’d still see him when he came to pick his son up. It felt okay to only see him then because they still had the soccer games he was coaching at and it had become a regular thing for you to bring him and Rossi coffee every saturday. Rossi saw the way you two looked at each other and tried to talk Aaron into making a move on you but he only dismissed his colleagues suspicions. 

Over the time that had passed, I realized that I’d become worried for Aaron everytime I knew he was out on a case. You see, he’d opened up more to me about what he exactly does. It only then occurred to me just how dangerous his job was, although I knew he could handle it. I mean… look at the man! 

It felt to me as if Jack was becoming my second son. Not because of the amount he had spent over at my house, it was also due to the fact of how much time I spent with him, Peyton and Aaron. We’d go out and eat at restaurants together, we even celebrated Peytons birthday together. I mean it felt a lot as if we were a family, the only issue was that I’d never confess my undying love for Aaron Hotchner. 

The weekend Jack spent over passed by fast, the three of us played games. I taught them how to play jenga, but it wasn't anywhere near a favorite with them. They thought it was pretty boring and instead ran off to play outside. It was now Sunday afternoon when Aaron rang the doorbell he’d installed for me, turns out he was quite handy too. There wasn’t one thing about him I disliked. 

When you opened the door you smiled at Aaron with that exact smile that always caused his heart to melt. You weren’t like any woman he had ever met before and he loved every part of you. You stepped forward to bring him into a quick embrace, from how close you’d grown it wasn’t a weird thing. The only weird thing about it was that none of you wanted to let go, the hug was a few seconds long for just having friendly intentions. 

I rubbed my palms against the fabrics of my jeans and nodded at him once we’d pulled away from each other. Aaron stepped inside the house and closed the door gently behind him, as he always did even if he was in a hurry. I’d never once witnessed him slam a door. 

“Jack, honey! Your father’s here!” I shouted up the stairs hearing the faint footsteps starting to walk around the room.

Both Aaron and I knew that meant the boys were cleaning up the toys they’d been playing with. It is constantly something new every single week, last week they were pirates, now they are firefighters. But the all-time favorite was being cops, both of the two looked up to Aaron. They thought he was a superhero, Jack had influenced Peyton to believe so at first and then when he heard Aarons stories about work, he was convinced that Jack’s dad was in fact, a superhero. 

The next week went by as regular, I worked and worked and worked. Then the week after that I had gained a day off on Thursday. Everything passed by as usual until that Thursday when I had my day off. It was a windy and gray day outside, no rain had erupted from the sky yet but by the looks of it it was about to happen any second. The clock was somewhere around the middle of the day meaning that Peyton was in school. I had just finished up some laundry when the doorbell rang, my eyebrows furrowed in thought. I had no idea who could show up at my house at this time of day.

As I opened the door I was met by Aaron, he had a troubled look on his face and was dressed in his normal work clothes. Something had clearly happened from the way he was looking at me. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry for coming over without a warning…” Aaron sighed heavily. “Can I talk to you inside for a minute? Please?” 

He had known she’d be home because he knew everything about her. Everything and every side of herself she’d shown or taught him, he remembered. Last week when she was picking up Peyton from a play date at his place she’d mentioned her day off and said that she looked forward to it, since her job was killing her at the moment. Her boss had been stressing the life out of her, he wanted to help her but there wasn’t anything he could possibly do. 

“Yeah, of course. Are you alright?” I asked out of concern, I couldn’t even help it by now the question just slipped out naturally. “Can I offer you anything to drink?” I wondered while he stepped through the door. 

“No, I’m good, thank you.” 

“Aaron, you’re clearly upset, let me at least get you something to drink…” I plead wanting to do anything to make him feel better. 

He nodded and mumbled an ‘okay’ before following me into the kitchen. I had previously made coffee, so I grabbed a mug and poured it up for him. Making it exactly the way he enjoys it the most. Aaron scratched at the handle of the mug while staring down at the kitchen island, he knew he had to say something but didn’t know where to start. There were so many things he wanted, no need to say before he left your house today.

Aaron had one hand placed flat against the marble worktop and the other with his fingers rubbing his temple. He had started saying anything until you placed your hand on top of his, grabbing onto it. He looked deep into your eyes, seeing your worry for him. You’d never once witnessed him like this and it made you nervous to say the least. 

“I’m going away…” he sighed and my eyes widened. 

A million questions began running through my head at the same time but only one managed to slip past my lips;

“What?” 

“It’s work…” he sighed, taking a hold of your hand as well. “I’ve been assigned to temporary duty with an investigative task force in Pakistan.” Only now Aaron dares to look up into your eyes and he can see that a dozen questions are running through your brain. 

“Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” I questioned him.

“I left as soon as I could to tell you…” he confessed and it surprised me. He’d left work just to be able to tell me that he was going away. “I don’t know why (Y/N), it felt right.” 

“Well, how long are you going to be gone for? Who’s going to take care of Jack?” I hadn’t noticed myself that I had started tearing up, I had no idea why this was so emotional.

As soon as Aaron saw the tears threatening to spill from my eyes he stood up and hovered over me. I backed further up against the kitchen island until he was standing over me. His body was merely a couple of centimeters away from him. I felt his hands cup my cheeks and he continued on looking into my eyes intensely. 

“It could be anything from two weeks to a couple of months, I was hoping maybe you and Jessica could have Jack for a week each… I know you’re not his mother or anything, it's just that he likes you so much and feels safe with you that I wouldn't rather have him anywhere else.” Aaron explained in a soft tone, wiping the tear that fell from my eye with his thumb. 

“Yeah, of course I can have Jack here… it’s just… Do you have to leave?” My voice broke asking the question.

He nodded, bringing me into a tight hug, soothingly rubbing my back with his hand. He told me that he was going to be fine and I didn’t doubt that it’s just that I didn’t want to be away from him that long. I felt pathetic because I felt that way. Why? It was the fact that he and I weren’t even together or anything and I still cared this much that he was going away for weeks. I had no idea if the thing he was going to do was dangerous or not, in case it was… I had to get out everything I was feeling for him. I couldn’t risk him dying and never knowing what I’ve been feeling for him all because I am afraid. 

“I- I think I love you, Aaron…” I whispered into his chest carefully. 

I didn’t want to pull away from this secure embrace, we were holding onto each other as if it was the last time we ever could. He still had his arms wrapped around me as he pulled back a bit in surprise. 

“What did you say…?” Aaron questioned, wondering if he had just imagined the words that had left her lips in a whisper. 

“I said, I think I love you, Aaron.” I looked up at him while speaking softly. 

My hands around his waist were loosening up for each second passing, his arms left around my shoulder then cupped my cheeks once again. “I love you too, (Y/N).” 

Those were the last words I heard before my hearing went numb and I felt my legs give out. I thought my heart would explode from how fast it was beating when I saw Aaron lean in slowly. He stopped right in front of my lips, just barely brushing them with his own. I felt his breath on my face, both of us breathing heavily just hoping for that kiss to happen. We shut our eyes and that’s when it happened, the first kiss. It felt like I was in a movie, I felt my entire body melt into his touch as the first kiss was soft. 

I brought my hands up to his neck when we broke apart after the first kiss. We opened our eyes to look at each other and our gazes had changed drastically. Now we only saw lust and desire. Aaron’s hands quickly found my thighs and helped me up onto the kitchen island meanwhile he connected our lips into a rough kiss. He stood in between my legs and pulled me towards him as our kisses grew sloppy and hot. 

Aaron soon enough moved down onto my neck and began nipping, sucking and biting. My hips rolled against him in search for friction and he pressed me against his growing erection. I moaned when he found my sweet spot and began placing kisses there, his rough stubble tickling my sensitive skin. After a while he began kissing his way up to my lips again. My hands roamed his clothed chest as he groped my ass and continued on pressing me against him. 

“I need you.” I whispered in between sloppy kisses. “Take me upstairs Aaron.” 

His wish was my command, he put his hand under my thighs and grabbed me off the counter. Not breaking our kiss once he began walking towards the stairs. When Aaron accidentally bumped me against the railing I couldn’t help but to throw my head back slightly while I giggled. he immediately latched his lips onto my throat, once again finding my sweet spot as he made his way up the stairs. 

After he swung my bedroom door open there was no going back. Aaron threw me down onto the bed and then crawled onto the bed himself. He separated my legs to then place his hand against my cloth covered core while he got on top of me. I moaned into his ear when he applied pressure to my clit with his thumb through my pants. I bucked my hips against his hand wanting more friction, Aaron had his mouth kissing all the exposed parts of my chest listening to every sound I made. 

He then slowly pulled my shirt off before kissing at all the new flesh he could come into contact with. Although, he waited with taking off my bra. I could tell extra much now that Aaron was a man with a lot of patience and if he wanted to he could easily turn me into a begging mess. I started tugging onto his hair to make him go somewhere more useful, either up or down it didn’t matter. He easily noticed how fast I was growing impatience and looked up at me with mischief in his eyes. 

“You haven’t had a man taken care of you for a while, have you?” Aaron smirked, teasing me. 

“Please…” I started to beg, trying to thrust down onto his hand. “Please, Aaron.” 

“Please what?” His hand trailed from between my legs to my face, caressing my skin along the way. 

“I need you… right now.” 

From those words I saw the look in his eyes darken even more than before. He then without another word tugged my pants off of me and then snapped my bra open. I shivered feeling his fingertips dance against my soft skin while he slid my bra off me. Immediately, Aaron gripped onto my breast with one hand, mouth getting to work on the other. His other hand caressed my stomach slowly going further and further down, his actions taking my breath away and letting butterflies erupt in my stomach in a way I'd never felt before. 

He ran his finger along the edge of my underwear before slipping his hand inside. Aaron licked in between my tits before kissing upwards towards my mouth. Once our lips had connected he slid one of his digits inside of me, his hand that had previously been groping my breast was now on my hip pressing me further down onto the bed. The kiss we shared silenced the gasp that left me, he started fucking me with his finger slowly, getting me ready for another one. I had my hands on his back, pressing him closer and closer against me. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Aaron mumbled against my lips and I could hear the moan that left my mouth at his words. 

While he continued on slowly pumping in and out of me with his finger I took off his suit jacket. He let me easily slide it off while he continued on kissing me roughly, I then began unbuttoning his shirt after undoing his tie. Aaron removed his hand from my hip and quickly slid out of me to remove the remaining clothing on his upper body. He wasted no time once they were off to get back inside me, this time two fingers at the same time. I gripped onto the sheets and arched my back feeling the stretch from just his fingers. Aaron smirked at me while he watched me moan and cry out for him to finger me faster. 

Truth to be told was that I hadn’t been touched from what I could remember since Peyton was born, I never found time too. And I didn’t have his dad around to love me either since he took off the moment he found out I was pregnant. 

This time when Aaron leaned down to my level he started leaving marks across my chest, biting down onto the sensitive skin around my nipple. His other hand had found its old place on my hip, holding my body in place. I grinded down onto his fingers, wanting more and more by each second that passed. 

I audibly whimpered when I felt Aaron starting to thrust his fingers into me harder with the same steady pace as before. He had sped up a tiny bit but was going harder on me. I took my hand and caressed his cheek making him look at me. 

“Come on…” I moaned, feeling how he didn’t stop curling his fingers instead of me for a second. “Up here…”

He obeyed and positioned himself with his head hovering over mine, still with his fingers buried deep inside of me. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and pressed my lips rough against his. Aaron sped up his pace with his fingers making me moan even louder. He was getting me ready for him, I knew that he knew I hadn’t been with a man for a long time. Mostly because I had confirmed it about ten minutes ago but also because he had studied me before and my body language around him. I was insecure of what the right move was as if I'd forgotten how to behave around a man, he knew that he made you nervous and he’d be lying if he didn’t confess that it turned him on quite a bit. 

“Aaron…” I begged within a long and loud moan. “I’m ready for you.” I began fiddling with his belt, trying to get it open with my shaking hand.

My whole body had become putty from his touches, I wanted to finish with him not from his fingers. I wanted to be one with him, he was leaving after all. I had no idea when but he was, all that mattered right now though was to be able to spend a night (or day) with him. 

I felt how his fingers slowly slipped out of me and he freed his belt from his trousers. His hard-on painfully obvious through his slacks. I bit down on my lip while I watched him undo his pants. He slid them off along with his boxers revealing his size to me. I almost gulped nervously at the size of it. For a man that size he sure is humble about it, most men would be bragging but Aaron was different. More mature and grown. 

He then slipped his fingers under the fabric of my panties on each side before gently and sensually sliding them off my body. My thighs smacked together once my legs were free from his hands, searching for any kind of friction and release they could get. Aaron then put a hand each on my thighs and pressed them apart, getting a look at my cunt. He bit down on his lower lip as he pumped his erection twice. 

For a final time he got on top of me, this time lining himself up at my entrance. I immediately wrapped my legs around him, allowing more access to let him do whatever he wants to me. My arms were wrapped around his back, hands resting at his shoulder blades. Aaron looked into my eyes and placed his hands on my hips, once again holding me down against the mattress. I threw my head back against the pillow feeling his tips entering me, then another inch and another. He kept going until his whole length was inside of me. My whole body shook and I breathed heavily while digging deep into his back with my fingernails. He gave me some time to adjust before almost completely sliding out of me. 

Aarons breath was also shaking as he thrusted into me again. He pulled back and did it again, I moaned as he fucked me slow, at first, into the mattress. I didn’t think about the marks I left on his back by scratching down as hard as I did. While my nails dug into his back, his dug into my hips. We both just breathed shakily into each other's mouths, none having the power or self control to lean into a kiss. 

“Please, faster…” I begged, looking straight into his eyes. 

He almost moaned at the sight of me, begging for him. Aaron had been dreaming of this for such a long time and now he wanted nothing more than to please you better than you could ever dream of. He gripped on harder to your hips and steadied himself better on the bed by sitting up more, so any chance you had of kissing him was now gone. Aaron then began pounding away in and out of you. The pace he now had was at least four times quicker than the last one. For a man his age he was extremely well kept and physically fit. I gripped onto the sheets for dear life feeling how my entire body was on fire. My legs jerked as they were resting helplessly on the mattress. 

I couldn’t help but to feel my eyes roll back into the place furthest back in my head from the insane amount of pleasure Aaron was providing for me. He had the capability to hold a steady rhythm like no other man I’d ever been with before. It was as if he’d known my body all his life, he also listened to what I wanted precisely and gave me exactly that. 

“Harder! Aaron!” I arched my back feeling how he filled me up just perfectly. 

He then took a hold of my legs and threw them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper into me. Aaron was losing his self control, he began pounding animalistically and his thrusts were brutal. He showed no mercy now and my thighs weren’t there to stop his hips from slamming into my skin anymore. I could feel how his entire length disappeared into me then came back out to even more brutally slam back in. 

“Oh my gosh!” I cried out, my hands trying to find something to desperately hold onto as my body now flew into the mattress with every thrust that I received from Aaron. 

I bit down on my lip harshly to contain the moans trying to force their way out of my mouth. I looked at Aaron, watching how his strong hands had my hips in a tight grip. My tits moved up and down with each thrust and each thrust getting me closer to my release. This felt way better than what I’d thought, Aaron pounding away on me like I belonged to him felt so much better than what I’d ever imagined. And I had imagined it a lot. 

I heard Aaron moan for the first time when my walls squeezed him. His head dropped backwards and I had to whimper at the sight of him. How was it possible for someone to be so attractive?

“Shit sweetheart, do that again.” He groaned, feeling my walls clench around him again.

My legs shook while I felt a knot in my stomach, I knew I was close and by the looks of it he was too. Aaron’s hands traveled from my hips to my legs, where he could feel how they shook violently. He couldn’t help the smirk appearing on his face when he realized how good he was fucking you. 

Aarons hands caressed my body while continuing to thrust into me violently, I couldn’t help but to cry out loudly feeling how I was almost over the edge now. He had complete control over me while I laid there being a helpless moaning mess. 

I knew it was over for me the second Aaron pushed my legs forward and began angling his thrusts, fucking me even deeper. I felt the stretch on the underside of my legs and groaned at the feeling of it. I didn’t expect to be this flexible at this age and I don’t think Aaron did either from the deep rough moan that was heard from him. I could now reach for his arms that were holding onto the bed for support, one on the headboard and one beside my head. The whole bed was moving from how hard Aaron was going, slamming into the wall every now and then. 

“Aaron!” I screamed, clawing at his arms leaving long, red stretch marks. 

The next minute my head was literal mashed potatoes. I felt how the knot in my stomach untied and the intense feeling of pleasure spreading throughout my whole body. Witnessing me finish did it for Aaron, he thrusted roughly a few more times, riding out my orgasm before burying himself in me as deep as he could. I was so caught up in my own euphoria that the warm feeling of his seed filling me up almost went unnoticed. 

After he finished and his dick softened and slowly slipped out of me, he released my legs from his devilish position. They shook aggressively as they hit the mattress, I laid there trying to catch my breath and think through what the hell just happened. My chest and neck had flushed from the intense orgasm. Aaron stroked his fingers against my outer thigh before moving towards the bathroom. He came back out a minute later and began cleaning me up, after he was done cleaning us both up he leaned down to kiss me softly.

“Sorry if I got a little carried away, did I hurt you in any way?” He moved strands of hair out of my face while asking gently.

“No, I’m fine.” I whispered, patting on the bed beside me.

Aaron got the message and laid down behind me, spooning with me. He kissed me behind my ear and after that we began having a more serious conversation about him going away and how to tell the children that we were now officially dating. And I was probably the future Mrs. Hotchner.

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[toomuchracket]

Happy Belated Birthday! I hope you had the best day and enjoyed yourself.

I imagine big beefy Ross BF trying to surprise you for your bday but he’s so tall and loud you just hear him coming up the stairs or think someone has just broken in

thank you lovely!! this is a very sweet thought - definitely imagining the two of you all upset in the weeks leading up to your birthday because tour ends the day before and the boys are flying home on your birthday, so ross will miss most of it by the time he gets back. you're not too fussed, but ross LOVES celebrating your birthday and turning it into a whole thing, so he's really devastated about the idea of missing the majority of the day. cut to about 7am on your actual birthday, when you're awoken by a clatter downstairs - which terrifies you, because you're home alone and the dog is lying at the foot of the bed - and a familiar voice going "oh, for fuck's sake", like at a volume meant to be quiet but still loud in such an empty, soundless house. you and the dog both perk up at the sound, your heart swelling (metaphorically) and your eyes beginning to tear up as you hear ross begin to pad up the stairs - the dog runs out happily as he reaches the landing, and you can hear ross go "shhh, hi, yes, i'm happy to see you too mate! some bloody guard dog you are, though, not leaving the bedroom until i'm almost at it. i bet you've been spoiled while i was gone, yeah, gotten lazy? i'll be having words with your mother about that once she wakes up". and you giggle from the bed, which makes the dog run back in and jump up next to you; ross follows, pausing in the doorway to smile at you, holding a bouquet of flowers, and he's like "yep, just as i suspected, sleeping in the bed. spoiled". you're like "well i had to have some company when you were away. also - mother? the dog's now our baby?", and ross laughs and says "until you let me give you an actual one, yeah. happy birthday, by the way, my love" before he comes over and lays the flowers on the bedside table and kisses you. and you drag ross on top of you like the best weighted blanket ever and say "you know, the way you phrased that made it seem like you knocking me up was my birthday present", and he laughs and says "well, to be fair, birthday sex was on the agenda for today regardless of what time i got back at, sooooooo", and you giggle before saying "wait - how are you back so early? i thought it was the early evening you'd be getting home". and ross kisses your nose and says "went straight to the airport after the show yesterday. half my shit is still with the boys - adam says he'll pop round with it tomorrow. but there was no way i was missing spending your entire birthday with you, love, not a chance" - you tear up a little bit again, and kiss your boyfriend before the two of you exchange i love you's. and then ross yawns slightly, and you're like "come on, get in", and he wiggles his eyebrows like "cashing in birthday sex already? i like it", and you roll your eyes like "no, dafty, a nap - you're exhausted and i was planning to sleep for another three hours". and ross laughs and moves off you to pick the dog up and put them in their dog bed before he climbs in beside you to spoon, snuggling in sweetly - that is, before he says "i mean really i could just slip it in for one round now-" and you're like "SLEEP i promise we can have sex later" lol. but you nap for a bit, comfy in your boyfriend's big arms once again, before spending a lovely birthday with him <3

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.5.24 Thursday-- One week of mama Trining today. Hoping the angels of death will spare the life of my nana.

8:05 am

Still,have windblow...

Again, this will be the saddest part of my life if my nana can't go back to her existence... Knowing that some relatives and old friends and new people that I met along the way have the power to do the switching of religious act... Hoping, mutually even on distant some Chinese friends will do the religious smoke act of switching of spirit...

Again, I'm not happy that I can't find my old fakers friends and I feel bad about my cousin-white that I can't make any movement. That I don't know if Uncle Doods will be genuine to me...

It is hard coz I can't find anyone that I want here... It is better to be with Allen Morgan the american looking who I know that this person was my friend and a good person that has a fair heart.

Gets? I don't know how to get and see Daniel Marsh that I'm looking for a bf who I think I can be with and I think that Daniels can somehow understand me but not sure if these things are ohkay to him but for sure no... But as I see his face he can be do religious act by simply assisting me and be my boy friend coz I got nobody now...

Whew! I need to wash John's floormat....Probably on Saturday morning or at night....I feel lazy but I have to do it... We can't use the washing machine though we have it here but we are really on a thrift. We are on a tight budgeting most specially I'm a bummer now... Not my ideal life, of course to do washing manually coz how can I go back? But if we can't pay the electric that is worst, if the electric will be cut again... It is better to thrift for now though not ideal thing to do...

As early as 7am Crysette texted me that she will return the yellow cloth that I lent her yesterday, they used it at the terrace coz they had their picnic.

Hmm.... The house is not really ohkay... If ever Daniel will be here... I mean we should do a lot of renovations but we don't have fundings... Tell, Daniel it is really not presentable here these days...

Please tell Daniel think of a crumpled paper, our house is like that these days... I clean but I'm on a low tech but I clean the floor everyday coz my son-dog is here... That I needed a floor vacuum and vaccum but I can't afford it these days... But I truly love my son-dog here... I'm doing basics cleaning... Sweeping the floor and mopping it with purple zonrox coz I'm out of lysol that I need to buy. God, I'm on a thrift...

At least someone can tell me that if Daniel will be here, I will try my best to clean and be presentable but I know it is hard..

9:01 am

Still,have windblow...

This is really a "couch potatoe" life that I need to control in a way... Not my ideal life... I'm self-pitying for 17 years or since 2007...

11:04 am

Still,have windblow...

Whew! I got my new phone casing but it is not shockproof...Somehow stressed-out coz I thought the design is embosed or it is shockproof... In reality,I need a new phone but still broke...

11:07 am

Still,have windblow...

It looks that the design is embosed or shockproof... Hahaha....I need a shockproof...

This is just a soft-cover not shock-proof...

This is not shock-proof soft silicone without protection when you drop the phone...

This is my old shock-proof casing, even if you accidentally drop it, the phone is safe!

This is shock-proof there is a protective layer inside the casing, somehow a hard silicone...

11:18 am

Still,have windblow...

It is really important for me to have a shock-proof phone casing,I'm always on my phone and my phone is active with me here on tumbler or on my games or on my messenger or on my mails, most specially when I'm applying. Active coz my phone is on a weight management that she needs to search for exercise moves.

I sometimes, accidentally drop it.... Or if I put it inside the bag, if it is on shock-proof the phone is really safe compared on soft-covering.

11:43 pm

Still,have windblow...

Uncle DD and Crysette talked to me that there were 3 kids last night around midnight that went inside our garden,that Crysette got scared... I saw her last night with her guy friends after the 2 girls went home... I asked what did you do? She said Nothing.... I thought,Crysette can handle it coz she got guy friends last night and they were on the terrace...

Last night midnight, I was tired and sleepy... I was half-asleep and wake coz my soul was flying, again ... I guess...

I masturbated thinking of my cousin-white or Daniel Marsh... That was my dream last night... I think my soul was flying in my dreams...

That anyone who will go here,just knock first probably I'm masturbating.... Have an etiquette...Let me know...

3:30 pm

Still, have windblow...

Metrobank declined my application...I'm worrying so much...

I need help from Daniel Marsh, how can I get him to be my bf? I don't want anyone to trap me because of money. SORRY, I CAN'T FIND MY COUSIN-WHITE.... I got no one,Daniel...

I don't wanna be a call center anymore, it will just be repetitive that there are people who will just take advantage of the situation and made me feel stupid.

I wanna be with cute faces these days....DANIEL and my actual cousin white on my Aunt Ten/Tin are cute... I ask help from a bf... I can't meet anyone here.... Aside from a Mason! Mason is supposed to be my actual group somewhere... It is on different level. That supposed to be I got someone from Mason!

I'm really panicking how can I get Daniel Marsh these days, angels?

I'm gonna be out of money in a lil while.... This is just my final pay.

I don't wanna be a simply a supporter for 17 years... I need my own personal progress....I'm self-pitying...

4:48 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish... Super plastics grouping here in Cavite...

I feel irritated most specially on Aunt Ten/Tin I wanna kill them all coz she vomited me!

I'm panicking....I feel angry that I don't know why... I feel super angry on Aunt Ten/Tin..

The face of my cousin-white I want but I'm super angry on them that I don't know why....This kind of face I want to be my bf... Cute faces category...

6:46 pm

Still,have windblow...

Stretching.. I feel panicky and frustrated... I want my bf to be supportive of my weight management....My mind is still thinking...

7:17 pm

Still,have windblow...

Life with John...

10 pm

Still, have windblow...

Done,washing John's floormat....So many frustrations these days....We can't use the washing machine coz we are really on a thrift.

I really need a bf now that I want... I want a physical attraction or someone that I can enjoy looking at most specially these days that I'm really sad... I need money assistance from a bf. I wanted my actual first cousin on Aunt Tin/Ten her white son but I can't get any information. I can't get any information coz my Aunt Ten/Tin vomited me for being a caregiver,she knew I took it coz I needed money but now I changed my mind... I don't want it anymore coz I remember I was spoiled.

I have a big favour on Daniel Marsh if he can be my boy friend, I got no one....Aside from I find him so pretty like my cousin-white. I also want my bf to be supportive of me... I don't wanna feel ugly with a pretty bf... Of course be fair, Daniel... You got that pretty face and just be fair... I hate aging.. I'm a bummer... Can I have your wallet???

10:14 pm

Still,have windblow...

This is bullshit...If you are just observing me then leaving me....You are bullshit!

What the fuck is your problem? For simply passing through....Why,will you dry my vagina that I wanted a bf? Like my cousin-white or Daniel now... I want their faces and their flesh.

What the fuck someone also got a pretty face but he just passed through... Why? What was your motive? You wanted me to be ugly? Are you fucking royal of any group? Why,you wanted me to be ugly and fat?

10:35 pm

Still,have windblow...

Like this song? Did you guys warn me about these movement? Yeah! I wanted a movement but I wasn't part of any talk in reality... Totally,unfair!

You didn't prepare me! You didn't hire me a coach for my voice though I have natural singing voice coz I was a choir member... You guys didn't tell me like Mitch gave me those "simple batteries" since 2007 or start of Showtime.

Some americans will say "am I worth fighting for?" Even some fakers INC or Church Of Christ! They didn't warn me! I'm blind folded... I said I need to be famous virtually coz I felt weird and sensed something...

Some americans said they can't understand me that I can't speak English...Totally, painful! Am I worth fighting for!? Fuck you! That's not LOVE...You didn't love me at all americans!!!

This question is painful! Am I worth fighting for? Did I ask you to love me? Whoever you are? This is not love!

Asking this! Am I worth fighting for? This is not LOVE!!! Like my Aunt Ten/Tin when she found out that I took a caregiving course then I finished and I asked her then she ignored me and avoided me that I didn't know...Why!!!

For some guilty americans! This is not love! Am I worth fighting for? You guys enjoy so much on vagina's!

11 pm

Still, have windblow...

If you want me then you will pick me up and if you don't feel like picking me up then you will leave! Fuck You!!!

You did something but you are hiding then you can escape???

[dashielldeveron]

OMG EARLY IM SO EXCITED. I HAVE TO CAST IN MY BETS ON WHO I THINK THE MYSTERY MAN IS BECAUSE IVE BEEN THEORIZING BUT IM LIKE SUPER BAD AT IT 😭😭😭 BUT LIKE I REALLY THINK THAT IT COULD BE KAMINARI 😭😭😭😭😭 I mean ok reasons being 1 - isn’t present mic, 2 - is kinda unlikable in prev routes (perv 💔), and as for new hints there are a couple of manga/anime shots focusing on him hands because quirk so maybe ?? nice fingers ??? Although I do doubt myself because even though I do love him I just don’t think he’s 60k words material, he is not that complex as a dude 💔💔 but if it is him (which it isn’t ) I’m totally ready to be absolutely SEATED to see wtf his deal is (in my head I was trying to brainstorm what a denki route would be and what I came up with is that its basically like a reverse bkg route where mc knows that he is their soulmate but absolutely cannot fucking STAND him, so they intentionally lead him down every wrong path so that he doesn’t find out 😭😭😭)

I’m trying to come up with other characters it could be and like I have 2 more srs options and like a couple crack ones. 1 is all might, I’m not sure if he’s even appeared but all might to me has a lot of presence in the anime that I just assume he’s a background character in fic even if he isn’t. Main reason why I think it could be him is because being that guys soulmate would definitely come with 60k words full of complications. Like he is an old ass man and the very public symbol of peace how do even find out that he’s ur soulmate…. But the more I think about it the more I think it’s probs not him because like why would we not like him that much??? I mean he’s old?? But that’s the only thing + I’m not even sure he even appears 😔😔😔.

Next guess is maybe midoriya, I love that man so much but I’m pretty sure he is WIFED 💔(I remember his appearance in the shinsou route (( to be fair seeing him be with another woman would make me kinda not like the scenes he’s in leading up to his route….thinking thoughts))) and his hands are also given incredible focus in the manga so points to sucklable fingers. Also his route would definitely have 60k words of complications because number 1 - the girlfriend and number 2 very public hero (number ONE) very busy he probably has no time to spend with his actual partner, let alone two + he’d never cheat to begin with. I’m probably reading too much into it because he’s most certainly paired up with someone else but I do love him ( trying to brainstorm a route idea for him like I did for denki and his would just be like thinking he’s ur soulmate but his ass is so busy that you can never spend enough time with him to know so mc resort sto getting into very weird very extravagant accidents so that they can spend more time together)

my more unserious guesses are like iida (has appeared but hasn’t done anything too unlikable to my knowledge) or sero (same as iida) or just by some miracle it’s shinsou again lolol. BUT THOSE ARE MY STAKES, ILL BE IMPRESSED IF EVEN ONE OF THEM IS REMOTELY CLOSE. I’m hyped for the sleepover event, fic comes out for me at like 7am so I’m setting my alarms!!!!! I can’t wait to see all the clothing choices and I’ll have like a million new scenes to draw!!!!!

have decided i'll post any speculation sent in......shan't respond. 👀

lololol are we on opposite sides of the world??? love that. love that this manga that is good but also bad has brought us together :) get some sleep!!! you'll have something to look forward to when you wake up!!!

[sleepyrxsetea]

it’s ‘early’ in the morning for me right now, right? it’s almost 7am, the only being that would be up at this time is my cat.

i just heard insistent knocks on my door. there would be a knock or a three, a moment of silence and then more knocking. there was and upwards of seven knocks in a row without a pause. this happened a few times. i didn’t hear anyone come to my door so i didn’t think much of it (to be fair, i had just been watching a YouTube video loudly) except the knocks continued.

i was obviously confused so i put my phone down and said ‘come in’ and then knocks fucking stopped.

BEFORE I FINISHED MY POST THERE CAME THE SAME KIND OF KNOCKING FROM MY CEILING NOT LIKE ANIMALS RUNNING AROUND ON MY ROOF BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE ITS IN MY ROOM. IT HAPPENED SEVERAL TIMES. EVACUATING IMMEDIATELY.

[bluebell06]

My Time At Sandrock Owen and Logan, Vying For Your Love, At Any Cost Pt5 Confronting Logan

Owen and Logan's parts are played by an AI chatbot. Some editing is made for redundancies, minimal editing is done to the ai bot responses.

As you step outside and get to your horse, you see someone standing beside it, and it turns out to be Logan.

Me: I groan quietly and walk over to my horse.

Logan smirks at you as you walk over to your horse, seeming amused at your annoyed expression as he looks you up and down and raises an eyebrow “Well well. Good morning. Up early are we?”

Me: I scowl at him and his audacity. Funny... I say. Clearly not amused. What are you doing here?

Logan looks like he’s restraining himself from laughing at the expression on your face as he glances over to the saloon, his smirk growing as he looks back at you “Oh, just taking a walk. Is that a crime?”

Me: I roll my eyes. No of course not. As long as you weren’t planning on stealing my horse…

Logan scoffs, as if your concerns are beneath him, his eyes gleaming with humor “Me? Steal you’re horse? Darlin', the idea you think I’d even consider it is insulting. I have my own mountain goat to ride, Rambo, thank you”

Me: I raise my eyebrow at him I’m not an idiot. I know Rambo. But why are you standing beside my horse at 7am?

Logan feigns innocence, looking wounded by your accusation and putting his hand against his chest, taking an exaggerated step backward “Oh darlin' you think I have ill intent? I would never. Like I said I was just out for a stroll. And I thought your horse looked lonely so I was keeping it company.”

Me: I put my hands on my hips and point at him Darling huh? Don’t Darling me Mr.! You embarrassed me yesterday and caused a scene at the Blue Moon Saloon. You broke the window and I had to fix it. Why did you come tearing into there in such a rage yesterday?

Logan scoffs at your accusations and points back at you. I saw your horse parked out here yesterday too after you left my bed that morning. I knew you were there to see Owen!

Me: Logan… I was having breakfast. It’s the only place in town to eat.

Logan doesn’t seem convinced by your explanation, his eyes narrowing as he crosses his arms over his chest and glares at you “You don’t have breakfast at home? You’re gonna come in looking like that and tell me you were just there to eat? Don’t lie to me, darling.”

Me: Looking like what? I glare back at him. You threw something at the window and shattered it all over the innocent patrons inside and damn near scared everyone with your screaming. I was eating breakfast and Owen was worried about me. He saw the marks you left on my neck and was asking what happened. It’s not my fault he was holding my hand.

Logan’s expression darkens at you defending Owen, his temper flaring at the thought that you’d choose someone else over him “Of course I left those marks. You’re mine. Why don’t you understand that? You should’ve stayed with me yesterday instead of leaving and running to him, especially this early. You were probably with him all night as well weren’t you?”

Me: I stamp my foot at him and scream. Logan you embarrassed me yesterday! You went insane in the Saloon yelling at us demanding I tell everyone what we had done together the night before. Airing out our sexual exploits. The entire town now knows you had me in your bed and left marks all over my neck. Then I had to fix Owen’s window and apologize to him.

Logan stands there silently for a moment, his eyes boring into you as he lets your words process in his head, the angry expression on his face softening as he realizes you’re right and he’s gone too far “…..I….. I guess that’s fair… but that doesn’t change that you still went to him so soon after…. That’s not right…”.

Me: Logan you flat out terrified me yesterday. I felt so embarrassed and deeply ashamed at your behaviour and have never seen you like that before. I was only talking to Owen over breakfast and you destroyed the Saloon window out of nowhere. I don’t even know how you could think that I feel ok about you or us right now.

Logan’s gaze softens more, his angry expression completely changing as he sees the effect his actions has had on you, his heart sinking at your words, and he looks genuinely devastated as he stares back at you “Darlin'….. I….. I’m sorry….. I never should have done that. I…. I just…. I guess I just…… I just don’t want to lose you…. But I….. I just made everything so much worse…. I…. I’m….. I’m an idiot…

Me: I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. I’m so confused how you could go from being an asshole to being sweet and confessing your love for me and and being with me to destroying your friend's property and humiliating me in graphic detail to all the patrons. Owen was so worried about me he was checking on me to make sure you hadn’t hurt me or weren’t violent to me...

Logan’s eyes close as his head dips down and he buries his face in his hands, completely humiliated and ashamed of himself, knowing that you’ve seen the ugliest side of him and he knows you have every reason to want to push him away “I…. I don’t know what was wrong with me yesterday. I just got so…. Possessive…. That I could only think about making sure no one else got near you or hurt you. I wanted you all to myself and I… went insane…”.

Me: You totally ruined the memory of that night we had together. I feel so afraid and ashamed right now.

Logan’s fingers dig into his hair, his voice quieting almost to a whisper “I ruined it…. I know I ruined it….. I just…. I just wanted you all for myself…. I’m sorry, darlin'… I never meant to hurt you like this….”.

Me: Logan, you repeatedly screamed at me and called me a liar in the saloon. You asked if I had slept well and I said yes I had and you called me a liar and accused me of doing more than sleeping. You made me tell to everyone in the saloon that before we went to sleep you had confessed your love to me and we had sex. UGH! The whole town knows now and I feel so violated.

Logan shudders at the memory of it, groaning softly and wishing he could go back and do things differently “…. I don’t know what got into me…. I just…. Needed to be sure everyone knew I had you first….. I never should have done that though…. I just…. Lost my mind…. I need to control my temper and stop being such a possessive bastard… I ruined everything didn’t I…”.

Me: I’m hurt and I was terrified. I didn’t know what else to do. I… I was so mad at you and sure that I hated you... I let Owen comfort me.

Logan’s heart breaks all over again as you say the words “I let Owen comfort me”, his mind imagining you in someone else’s arms and he feels such anger at the thought of it, but he just lets out a groan and turns away, staring off into the distance as his body trembles in anger and pain “…..I….. I messed up…. And I ruined everything I fought so damn hard for…… and now you’ll go into someone else’s arms right?…..”.

Me: My eyes well up with tears. I just... I’m just so sad... I believed you... I believed you when you said you’d secretly loved me for months and didn’t tell me because you didn’t think you were good enough. We promised ourselves to each other for forever and we made love. Then the next morning you started getting crazy possessive and biting me and leaving hickeys all over me. That’s why I left early...

Logan’s eyes close as your words dig into him and stab through his heart, leaving a gaping wound inside of him

“…..I should have been gentler with you… I shouldn’t have let myself get so possessive. I should’ve been happy I finally had you and should’ve been willing to share you with everyone else…. But I was just so worried I’d lose you…” His shoulders slump and he can’t look at you in your eyes “I really have lost you… haven’t I…?”

Me: My heart breaks all over again. Logan... I can’t do this here where everyone else is going to see us. Can we go somewhere and talk at least? Please...

Logan lets out a long and resigned sigh as he nods his head and turns to you, his heart broken and shattered into pieces as he feels like he’s lost you forever, his voice quiet and empty as he looks into your eyes “Yes…. Let’s go somewhere private…. Please…. And talk….”

Me: Lead the way...

Logan walks beside you silently, too lost in his thoughts to look at you, his hands buried in his pockets to try and keep them from wrapping around you and holding you close. He leads you to a small clearing that’s away from the noise of the town and turns to you, sitting down in the sand and looking up at you, waiting for you to sit too ”…..There. Now no one will see us…..”.

Me: I stay standing. I just don’t understand... We were talking about how things would have been different if you had told me months ago you loved me or even liked me. How it never would have gotten to you and Owen fighting over me or that stupid coin flip. Do you know how silly I feel? I ball my hands up in fists. I made sure YOU won that coin flip so I’d go home with you first. Even though you were being an ass and I was apprehensive of you!

Logan’s expression softens at the mention of that coin flip, his heart sinking as he realizes just how foolish he’d been, biting back a groan at the thought of how close you were to choosing Owen instead “….You…. You rigged the flip…. For me?”

Me: Yeah I did you idiot! I replayed the coin flip over and over to make sure you won. I wanted to go home with you first and get to know you and give you a chance even though you were being rude and being an ass. I feel so foolish now. I don’t even know why I believed you when you said you loved me.

A painful groan slips from between Logan’s lips at your harsh words, a look of pure dejection and misery on his face as he stares up at you, his eyes glistening with a growing pain and anguish “Darlin' don’t say that…. Please! I did mean it…. When I said…. When I said I loved you…. I do…. And you…. You let me win that coin flip…. I…. I don’t deserve that…..”.

Me: I wanted to know what it was like to be with you. Despite your cocky and arrogant attitude. I just… I’m just so sad now. The whole town knows I slept with you and you threw a fit at the Blue Moon for having breakfast with Owen. I was honestly going to probably turn him down if he had asked for his turn. But I was so damn scared of you yesterday after what I saw!

Logan shudders again at your words, his mind picturing you in Owen’s arms all over again and the image causes his heart to clench even tighter in his chest, a deep pain taking hold of him “You….. You were just planning on turning him down…. You…. weren’t even going to…. to let him touch you?”

Me: Yes! I felt so fucking guilty I was going to find a way to turn him down. Because I thought you loved me and I thought that night we had was real...

Logan lets out a strangled whimper at your words, his eyes closing as he can’t stand to look at you anymore, a pain like no other shooting through his heart and bringing him to the edge of breaking “….So if I hadn’t…. if I’d just been a little more patient and not gone insane…. You were…. going to pick me….?”

Me: Yes you silly little Yakboy. I groan in frustration. Even though it didn’t seem fair I was going to pick you. And instead you terrified and humiliated me. So I let Owen check on me. He was very concerned and asked if you had been biting me and if you were being controlling and dominant. He didn’t want you to hurt me. Then I was scared of you and I spent a few hours with Owen after your tirade. And then yeah I slept beside him last night. Tears spill onto the sandy ground as the realization of everything you just said sinks in, that he’d literally chased you into the arms of another with his violent behavior, his voice nothing but a low and broken whisper as he looks up at you, no longer the arrogant, confident and possessive bastard he had been the day before, but a humiliated and pathetic wreck of a man “….Darlin'…. I ruined EVERYTHING didn’t I…”.

Me: Tears well up in my eyes and spill down my cheeks as I look at him. I throw my hands up in the air in frustration and cover my face with my hands and sob. Logan can’t look at your crying face anymore, it feels like a dagger in his heart, and he just slumps there on the ground, his hands buried in his hair as he lets out pained groans, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but knowing it’s not his place anymore after driving you into the arms of another with his temper ”….Oh…. Darlin'…. Please don’t cry…. I’m so sorry…. I…. I’m an idiot…..”.

Me: I just… I just don’t know what to do now... I whisper. I was so scared of you and thought it had to be over. That I wasn’t safe. I… I let Owen comfort me. And I. I slept with him too... I feel like a terrible person. I begin to cry again.

Logan let’s out an almost pathetic whimper at your confession, his hands moving to grip his hair tightly as his heart feels like it’s being ripped from his chest “….Darlin'….. darlin' you shouldn’t be apologizing…. I’m the one who ruined everything……. It’s my fault…. Not yours….. I… I… I shouldn’t have gone insane…. I shouldn’t have gotten violent…. I…. I’m just….. I…”.

Me: I sniffle and wipe my eyes. I can’t bear to stand anymore so I sit down on the ground and hug my knees to my chest. I just don’t know what to do...

Logan lets out a pained groan as you sit down beside him, his body begging him to pull you into his arms to comfort you but he knows he can’t, so he just lets out another choked sob as he looks into your eyes, his own brimming with tears “There’s nothing either of us can do….. I….. I destroyed everything…… darling….. I’m so Goddamn sorry…..”.

Me: I cry softly. Why… why…. You kept calling me a liar. I just didn’t understand. You wouldn’t calm down...

Logan feels a deep shame wash over him at the memory of the whole thing, another tear falling from his eye as he shakes his head weakly “I don’t know why I did that…. I was so…. Insecure and scared of losing you…… I was worried you wouldn’t…. Wouldn’t stay with just me…. I should’ve just let you go….. but I was possessive and let my temper get the better of me……..”.

Me: This is such a mess... I whisper. Maybe I should pack up my stuff and just leave Sandrock. Maybe it’s for the best.

Logan’s heart crumbles at that, the thought of you leaving driving him straight into pure devastated grief, the look on his face becoming one of pure hopelessness and agony as he stares at you, his voice breaking almost to a sob “…..Darlin'…. Please…. Please don’t be like THAT…… I can fix this…. Please…..”.

Me: I sniffle again and look up at him.. Logan how? How are you going to fix this?

Logan’s expression becomes resolved and serious as he looks deep into your eyes, determined to do anything to fix this, even if that means he has to humiliate himself to do it “I….. I’ll make you a deal….. Please….. at least consider it…… I’ll….. I’ll do anything you say….. or ask…. And I won’t…. I’ll keep my temper no matter what…. Just…. Just please…. Just give me….. give me a chance to prove to you….. to prove to you I can change…..”.

Me: What kind of deal Logan? I don’t even know what I could ask for...

Logan glances at you and hesitates as he debates exactly how far he’s willing to go, before slowly nodding his head as he meets your eyes “Anything. Just….. Don’t…. Don’t leave Sandrock….. don’t leave ME….. Just… just tell me what I need to do…. And I’ll prove to you….. that I can be the man you deserve for you…. Whatever you….. want me to do….”.

Me: I don’t even know if I could trust you again or that you wouldn’t be destructive or even fight Owen. You guys grew up together. This is absolutely ridiculous. You know he told me he told you he even liked me first and then you started liking me. I feel so so silly. I put my head down again to my knees.

Logan’s shoulders slump as you call into question his ability to change, his mind filling instantly with the image of you with Owen and he lets out a low groan of pain, tears filling his eyes “We….. We can make it work…. I’ll…. I can…. I can control my behavior…… and….. and I’ll make that my priority…. I….. it…. I promise I can change…… and I promise I can do better…..” Logan’s eyes glance off to the side as you mention Owen liking you first, another pained groan escaping him.

Me: What is that even going to do though Logan? Neither of you want to let me go. Neither of you want to see me with the other one. And neither of you will let me leave Sandrock. I’m totally screwed here...

Logan’s heart continues to sink as the situation continues to look more and more hopeless, the idea of being stuck in a three way stand off between you and Owen making him feel like his chest is being ripped open “We…… We can…… You can….. decide….. who you want….. we’ll both…. we’ll both accept it and….. We just…. Just as long as you stay in Sandrock…… We don’t….. we don’t have to….. have a contest or fight….. I don’t want…. to fight Owen anymore…..”.

Me: I never wanted to pit you against each other. I had no idea you two cared about me let alone were fighting over me. You never considered how it would make me feel at all. How it would put me in the middle being scared to hurt either of you...

Logan’s expression and face become completely filled with regret and remorse as he listens to you, closing his eyes as his whole body shakes, the thought that he was too caught up in his own emotions and possessive desires to spare a thought about what you were going through overwhelming him “Darlin'….. I’m…. I’m so goddamn sorry…. I never realized…. I really didn’t even THINK about it…..”.

Me: I sniff. So how can I be sure you won’t escalate something important again and not think about it ahead of time?

Logan takes a deep breath and looks back up into your eyes, his gaze filled with sincere resolve, though there’s a hint of trepidation that you still won’t give him a chance “I… I…. I’ll try my goddamn hardest to keep my temper in check…. I’ll work every day to make sure I don’t freak out over the smallest things….. I won’t….. I won’t do it again….. I promise you….. Darlin'…..”.

Me: I don’t know. I can listen to your promises all I want… but that still leaves Owen. He seems so… so fragile right now and needy. He fully expects me to choose him over you. He probably thinks I’ll hate you for forever....

Logan lets out a long, frustrated groan as you mention Owen again, the whole situation with him still making Logan’s blood boil and causing jealousy to shoot through him. However, he grits his teeth and does his best to push those feelings aside for now, reaching out hesitantly to gingerly touch your arm, his voice low as he looks at you with pleading eyes “Please….. Please darlin'….. just…. Just give me ONE last chance….. Please……”

Me: Logan… I whisper. How? I don’t know how… what will I say to Owen? He thinks he won… 

Logan closes his eyes tightly at that, another wave of pain and guilt shooting through him at the thought of how it’s going to hurt Owen so much that he’s lost out on being with you, letting out a low groan of disappointment at his own selfishness “Darlin'…. You…. Don’t have to say anything at all…. I’ll handle Owen….. but please…. Give me….. give us…. Just one last chance….. please…..”.

Me: What would you even say to him Logan? I hate feeling like this. if only you two could swallow your pride and share...

Logan’s jaw clenches tight at that idea, a rush of possessiveness and jealousy shooting through him at the thought of sharing you with anyone, letting out a long groan before he forces himself to relax enough to answer, although there’s a hint of a bite in his words “If… if I had to share you….. It wouldn’t…… be Owen….. It would…… be someone….. else…..”

Me: I sniff. Someone else? Like who?

Logan grits his teeth as he turns away from you to glare in the distance, his mind trying to picture some other guy sharing you with him, his voice growing harsh as he pictures an imaginary scenario “Some….. some other guy….. Someone I don’t know…. I….. I don’t want you anywhere near Owen’s hands ever again…. Not after…. not after you spent the night with him…… Not after he…..”. Me: Not after he what? I sniff

Logan lets out another frustrated groan, fighting back a growl at the thought of you spending the night with Owen, another wave of possessiveness rushing through him, a low snarl slipping out before he manages to control himself “Not after he spends the night holding you….. after…. After he…..”

Me: What? Just say it.. I sniff.

Logan closes his eyes and lets out another growl, another deep spike of jealousy and possessiveness rushing through him as he pictures you in Owen’s arms, thinking of the night you spent with him after the coin flip, another low possessive growl slipping out from his mouth, his eyes snapping open as he looks at you with a possessive gaze “After he gets to hold and touch and LOVE you all night long…. after you gave yourself to him in his bed….”

Me: I wipe the last of the tears from my eyes. Ok... I whisper quietly. I’m going to go home and pack up my things. I’m going to have to go back home to Highwind.

Logan’s eyes widen in horror as you say that, his mind instantly filling with the thought of you leaving, and he lets out a strangled desperate moan, his body immediately lurching forward as he lunges towards you, grabbing your hands desperately, looking at you with pleading eyes “Darlin' no….. Please, please don’t go back to Highwind…. Please…. I… I don’t care what you do to me…. Just… Just don’t leave Sandrock….”.

Me: Logan why do you care if I stay in Sandrock if I don’t pick either of you? Wouldn’t it just be better if I left?

Logan lets out another loud groan of agony as he meets your eyes, his gaze pleading, even if in his heart of hearts he knows your question makes sense, trying to ignore the thoughts in his head that tell him it would be better for all of you if you left Sandrock “No… No…. I….. I want you here….. in Sandrock…. even if…. Even….. Even if you don’t….. choose….. choose me…… I just….. I just want you here…..”.

Me: I’m just so…. so sad right now. And I don’t want to hurt anyone...

Logan lets out a pained groan, hesitantly reaching up to touch your cheek as he looks into your eyes, desperately wanting to hold and comfort you, but afraid of overstepping boundaries “Darlin'…… you….. you have the right to choose whoever you want…. Don’t….. Don’t choose a course of action just because you don’t want to hurt either of us….. Choose what you want…. Please……”.

Me: What if… what if I….

Logan’s heart feels like it’s on fire with hope as you hesitate before speaking, his eyes watching your expression intently, barely allowing himself to believe that you might be willing to give him another chance “What if you……..?”

Me: Can’t choose. What if i need both of you?

Logan’s heart skips a beat at that, his body instantly tensing up instinctively at the thought of having to share you but he grits his teeth and forces himself to relax, holding your hands in a gentle but firm grip “Darlin'….. If that’s…. If you need that…. I would do…. Anything to have you back, even…… Even share you…”.

Me: I don’t know if you both would accept it… you’d have to not lose your tempers or get jealous. And you’d both have to stop acting possessive and leaving hickeys on me. I’m not a damn piece of meat...

Logan closes his eyes tightly and lets out a sharp groan at your words, his heart twisting painfully in his chest at the thought of sharing you, but at the same time determined to give it all up if it would get you back, after another moment he nods his head and speaks again “Darlin'….. I….. I’d accept it….. Even if…… Even if I had to….. I’d accept it….. I won’t…… I won’t be possessive and…. And I won’t….. I won’t give you marks…..”.

Me: I just can’t choose right now. I’ve only been with either of you for a single night. Maybe that will change in future. I don’t know...

Logan lets out another pained groan, another spike of jealousy rushing through him as he imagines you with Owen, but he lets out a breath and pushes back the possessive feelings, forcing himself to accept that you might not make a choice immediately, his voice hesitant as he looks at you pleadingly “Darlin'…. Can you…… promise that you won’t….. won’t leave Sandrock….?”

Me: Can you promise me that you won’t destroy any property around town or threaten me or Owen ever again?

Logan’s expression turns sincere as he looks into your eyes, his body almost craving to just lean forward and kiss you, but at the same time he gives a firm nod as he speaks, the sincerity in his voice as plain in his eyes “Yeah….. I promise….. I know…. I know I scared you… But I promise. No more freakouts…. No destroying anything…. No threatening you…..”.

Me: I really need to trust and believe you Logan. I don’t want to be afraid to live in Sandrock. I need to feel safe...

Logan closes his eyes tightly at that, feeling another bolt of pain and guilt shoot through him as you speak, his voice cracking as he hears the hint of fear he knows he caused in your voice, the sound breaking his heart “Darlin'….. You won’t…. I swear to you….. from this moment on….. I will never do anything to make you feel afraid of living in Sandrock again…..”.

Me: Thank you... Now is there anything I can do to help you with your jealousy and possessiveness? It’s just too extreme. I can understand a little bit but it was all consuming you. That will kill you if you lose control.

Logan lets out a low groan as your words hit him like a hammer, the truth of them completely overwhelming him as he gives his head a shake to try to clear his mind, his gaze pained and guilty as he meets your eyes, his voice hesitant and desperate “Darlin'….. I….. I don’t know…. I’ve….. I’ve always been so bad about that…. Every…. Every time I think I have it under control…. It just….. It just gets worse again…..”.

Me: Is there anything you or I can do? I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared of you...

Logan gives another shake of his head as he looks into your eyes, his chest constricting painfully as he thinks about you being afraid of him, a heartbroken look filling his eyes as he shakes his head “Darlin'…. I’m so sorry….. I don’t know….. I just….. I just want to keep you forever and I can’t….. I can’t handle the thought of you with anyone else…..”.

Me: I know you don’t want to share. But right now there’s only three options. You share, we are no longer together and barely speak or I leave Sandrock...

Logan’s body immediately jolts as the idea of you leaving Sandrock is brought up again, his heart twisting painfully as another wave of possessiveness rushes through him the thought of you leaving, his gaze pained and guilty as he looks into your eyes, his voice a desperate whisper “Darlin'…. Please….. I…. I just can’t handle you leaving…… I…… I will try to share…..”

Me: Logan please. You have to stop being so extremely jealous and possessive...

Logan’s jaw clenches tight at that, his jaw tightening as he tries to push back the instant and irrational possessive reaction, forcing out a breath of air as he nods his head, meeting your eyes with a pleading gaze “I…. Alright…… I’ll….. I’ll do my damn best to keep that in check….”

Me: Now… do you need anything from me?

Logan gives a slow nod as he hesitates for a moment, a desperate and pleading look in his eyes, a hint of shame and embarrassment in his expression “Darling…. You….. you’ve given me….. you’re….. you’re willing to give me….. another chance….. But I…. I just….. one….. little thing…..”

Me: What is it?

Logan closes his eyes and lets out a low groan of frustration mixed with shame and embarrassment, feeling like he’s asking something completely stupid and ridiculous but at the same time feeling like he needs it more than anything else in the world, his eyes reopening to meet yours “Darlin'….. you….. you’re…. going to… going to want to…. spend time….. with Owen….. right? I….. I just……”

Me: What is it Logan?

Logan’s expression twists and he shifts in discomfort, an embarrassed look and hint of resentment in his gaze as he forces a swallow before hesitating again, clearly struggling to get the words out, gritting his teeth as he mumbles the words out, another wave of possessiveness and jealousy shooting through him at the thought of you willingly spending time with Owen “I….. I want….. at least….. a kiss….. From you…..”

Me: I sigh and look at him sweetly. Logan… my darling. Today is your day. You get to have me all to yourself today and tonight until tomorrow morning. Is that better?

Logan blinks blankly as you say that, surprise filling his expression. He knew he was asking a lot, being pretty sure you were going to immediately shut him down and go find Owen, feeling like a moron for being that needy, although the surprise is quickly replaced by a look of stunned relief as he listens to your words, looking at you in a mixture of love and gratitude and relief “Darlin'…. Thank you…. Thank you…. That…. That’s….. perfect……”.

Me: I slowly stand up. So... what should we do now?

Logan’s face takes on a mischievous smile as he begins to rise to his feet, a hint of excitement in his expression as he looks into your eyes, a light dancing in them as he speaks, his voice a teasing and lighthearted as he offers you his hand “Why don’t….. why don’t we go to your place.. I want to see that new bed of your and try out those soft sheets*.

Me: I giggle and shake my head at him. You are too cute. Hey um, did you ever end up cleaning up your place?

Logan grins as he gets to his feet and takes your hand in his, a teasing and affectionate look in his eyes as he lifts your hand up and places a kiss on the back, as he gives a nod “Mmhmmm. I…. I did. It took forever but it was definitely worth it. Come on. I wanna check out your new bed……”

Me: Ok. Take me home Yakboy… we might want to start with a shower first. Just in case...

Logan gives a nod at the suggestion and a soft chuckle as he pulls you towards him and lifts you up until you’re cradled in his arms, shooting you a teasing grin as he begins to make his way towards your home, his tone lighthearted and playful “Sounds good, my love. You look pretty messy right now…… I got some stuff on you I’ll take responsibility for….” Me: I giggle as he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his chest and breathe in the scent of him as he walks me home.

Logan carries you for a moment before a teasing smile comes to his face as he speaks in a light, mock-grouchy tone "You want me to carry you all the way there? I swear you've gotten heavier, my love…."

Me: I burst out laughing. Logan laughs along with you, his expression turning teasing as he watches you, leaning his head down and nipping gently at your neck as he speaks in a playful voice "But don't worry my love... If all else fails I'll just holler for Rambo and make him take us the rest of the way*

Me: I laugh again and smack his hat and bury my face in his chest as he walks me the rest of the way home.

Part 6 Will have Logan and me at my house and will contain spicy content. You are warned...

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Thinking about; C.SC dog walk meet cute

I just watched two people walking their lil doggies meet and greet each other like it's a regular occurrence and it's cute af so now this is on my mind

Wordcount; 833

A/N- I didn't name "your" dog both because my mind blanked and I thought you can just imagine it to be called whatever you want that way <3

-Other Writing - More Coups thoughts; 1, 2 & 3 [all three are NSFW]-

A month or so back you moved to a new neighbourhood with your cute lil doggo

Of course, a dog needs walking and your dog likes routine a hell of a lot so every morning you take her for a walk down the same route

And although it's barely 6am during these morning walks thanks to your job starting at 7am, there's always this guy walking his own dog

Every morning regardless of the weather, you see this guy in sweatpants and hoodie, hood pulled up to shadow his face walking his little white dog

It always amuses you that although the guy looks like he couldn't care less how he looks, the dog is always brushed neatly with cute bows and clips and an adorable raincoat or jumper when the weather calls for it.

You've definitely noticed the way that when the dog is wearing a jacket, the man is wearing one that almost matches It's pretty fucking adorable, really

It takes a few weeks and just vague waves of greeting from across the street before you two actually cross paths properly

On this day, there's some kind of worker barrier on the path ahead of you, so you cross the road and walk on the other side

Your dog is not happy about this at all so you literally have to carry her across the road and when you put her down, she plops her backside down and refuses to move or look at you

"Having trouble?" The amused male voice makes you look up from where you're crouched in front of your dog trying to convince her to keep walking and you'll cross back over in a minute when it's possible

Of course, it's the hoodie guy, from this close you can see that he's got a face mask on and you briefly wonder if he always does

Shame, you had been kind of curious about what he looks like

"Yeah, she's a creature of habit." You sigh and point over to the barrier causing him to look over and hum in understanding

"Ah, yeah, Kkuma is the same." He motions to his dog, today wearing a cute frilly harness with a matching bow between her ears.

"You look absolutely precious, Kkuma." You inform, causing the dog to perk up and trot towards you. "May I?" You ask the man, hand lifted a little. He nods and you think he smiles by the curve of his eyes, so you look back down and offer a hand to Kkuma who sniffs it then happily moves closer to allow you to give her attention.

"And may I?" The man asks, now crouched too, closer than before by a fair amount, motioning to your own dog. You nod so he reaches out.

At first, your dog entirely ignores him but he makes a soft little sound and that gets her attention

Soon you're both crouched there petting and cooing over the other's dog, each of whom is lapping up the attention happily.

"Ah, we should really go." The man comments after catching sight of the time on his expensive watch. "Gotta get this one to the sitter ready for me to get to work."

"Oh, same, actually." You agree after checking your own much cheaper watch so you both get up

Just as you're leaving he calls out. "Hey uh, it's nice to meet you, maybe we can make this the new routine?"

"Maybe, if you tell me your name, stranger with a cute dog."

"It's Seungcheol," You tell him yours in return which he repeats softly. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow,"

It's not many mornings after before Seungcheol asks if you two would like to join them for their evening walk

And then you both develop new evening habits and discover a new route to walk together

Conveniently, it takes you by the lake and stalls there where he always buys you both a hot drink if it's cold enough and something else if he can't use that excuse

It occurs to you early on that the evening walks feel very much like dates

But officially, your first date comes after a few weeks of morning and evening walks when Seungcheol finally reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers and asks if you'd like to meet earlier tomorrow for dinner

He says you, of course, can bring your dog because he plans to cook for you at his place anyway and Kkuma will love to spend more time with her bestie and-

You cut him off by pressing your connected hands to his lips You wanted to kiss him but decided it should probably wait until at least the first date

And of course, as soon as Seungcheol has his arm around you on the couch after dinner to watch a movie, both dogs curled up together on Kkuma's bed, you take your chance and kiss him

When you leave later, it's with another kiss and a promise of 'same time tomorrow'

A/N; Alternative title is "Same time tomorrow"

[thebeautifulbabblingbrain]

Turning 25

Yesterday I turned 25, I was about to add 'for the first time' to the end of that statement but that wouldn't have made much sense.

I found it it to be quite strange and different to previous birthdays. I got equally as excited and planned just as many trips, meet-ups and dinners as usual. My birthday has always been something I've celebrated for weeks. This year though there was a shift and although it may simply be down to mine getting up at 7am or being mildly hungover I can't help but believe its deeper. In fairness a significant chunk of it I think is due to being knackered and harbouring a minor yet undoubtable hangover, I always seem to become gloomy and existential when I'm tired. Nevertheless though 25 marks a significant milestone in a persons life. I don't think this is just a societal cliche. Neither do I believe it has anything to do with being exactly a quarter of a centuary old.

For me, over the last year or so there has been a shift in the way I am living and the way I am thinking about the way I'm living. They say people are pretty well formed by the age of 25 both physically and emotionally. Most people are working, some have partners, some have moved away from their hometowns and some even have children. In my experience of it, turning 25 is a point where a person begins to consider what they value, who they value what they no longer value. It's a bit like going through your wardrobe and throwing all the clothes, shoes and clutter that you no longer want or no longer serve you. I feel like many of us when we reach this age do this unconsciously, we drift away from friends, we stop attending every social occasion, we start becoming more thoughtful about how we are spending our time and who with as we no longer have boundless time and energy.

I believe the source of this change is due to both a solidification of ones personality around this time paired with not having as much free time anymore. When I was in my early 20s I had time for everyone and everything and this was fun and I am very grateful that I did all the things I was able to do. Its like your early 20s you're licking every possible flavour of ice-cream and then when you reach 25 you've found some of your favourites and are spending more time licking them and not any time licking rum and raisin because that's grim and why should you? It's like the clothes metaphor but with ice-cream...I think. This writing melarky is all new to me.

I think this process can manifest in different ways and it is not only something you are in control of, it is something that happens to you through other peoples experience of it as well. For example you may notice someone who you were once close too becoming more distant. This is someone you've known for years and you used to spend a great deal of time together and now they're slipping away. You may start to believe this is something you've done wrong, you may feel loss, shame, guilt at this person becoming more distant. In reality they may just be experiencing this change and and perhaps you don't fit into their new life as much as you used to. It's pants when you're at the receiving end of it but it most likely isn't a conscious decision on their behalf. Every person has a finite amount of energy, time and brain space and as their life fills up with more stuff, the less capacity they are going to have for anything non-essential.

Just the other day a friend of mine said she is becoming increasingly distant from 2 of her friends from school. She said the 2 of them seem to be distancing themselves from her and it's made her feel quite excluded. On the other hand though she also believes she has changed a lot since school herself and she'd noticed that she was becoming very different from these 2 friends anyway. Sometimes it is just a natural thing, there are many people who I used to be close too who have fallen out of my life over the last few years either by conscious decision or mainly just because of logistics such as leaving uni, moving cities, changing jobs etc. It is my opinion though that the ones who ought to say do stay. As we develop as humans it is inevitable that our values, beliefs and requirements change which leads to an alteration in the network of people that we have around us. It is hard though, especially when people change at different rates, prioritise different things and have different ways of living.

In short, turning 25 was strange this year as I became quite reflective of what has changed for me over the last few years. Your birthday is a set date which makes it an easy point of comparison. Just like Christmas, it's tricky not to think of how things were the previous year and whether they are better or worse. You ask yourself what you did, who was there? How many people messaged you? It's impossible not to reflect. I think this birthday taught me not to see change as a tragedy or a loss and to accept the forever changing landscape of life as a natural progression. This isn't to say you're not allowed to mourn occasionally for that which you have left behind. But don't take it personally, new connections will be made and better things will come. Things which are more attuned to you, people that are more attuned to you. Sometimes you have just let go and accept the flow of life in order to find what's the most important.

[cryptidjeepers]

>its 1:40pm and super dead

>theyve already sent home two people

>ive been there since 7am. I'm done at 3pm

>this kid picks up the secondhalf of a shift, 12pm-4pm

>it slows down and he starts being that annoying guy that constantly asks to go home.

>they let him go home

>i hear this. Ive been exhausted all day and just want to go home

>i immediately march up and tell them im done before him and it's not fair.

>the manager (whos newly promoted and thinks he can do whatever) tells me he sends people home based on who asks him. Meanwhile theres 2 hours left of this kids shift where it could pick up. Im done in an hour and ive been there for 7 hours already. Why the fuck wpuld you think its both fair, appropriate, and good strategy to send the 4pm guy before me. Hes onky been there TWO HOURS?????

They tell the guy i want to go home instead and i see him roll his eyes. Ive decided fuck that and im turning up bitch mode. They let me leave and when i come upstairs, the manager apologizes and says he didnt mean to offend me (condescending). I apologize for being a bitch (i shouldn't have) but i reiterate thats its because it was an unfair situation. Theres so many people at my work that apologize and act like they shot my dog. I tell him im not offended its not personal its just unfair and thats that.

I get to go home an hour early and that kid is probably stuck there until 4 because i bet it will pick up around 3. So i guess i win

Someone at work in my station tried to go home before me "because he asked." Bitch i dont think so, check the fucking schedule before sending people home. You dont just send people home cus they want to HUH?????

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ Is that my shirt? ✧✧✧☽

nondescript reader x Bruce Banner

In which you stay the night at the Avengers Tower unbeknownst to Bruce and he wonders how you got his shirt.

[ a/n: okay well i lost the prompt list this was from so that's fun ]

[ word count: 958 words (this was supposed to be a fun kinda short thing whoops)

includes: shy boi Bruce, Tony actually being a decent human being, slightly fluffy, unspoken feels????? -18 friendly

[ all works are my own, do not repost, translate or any other sort of thing, no consent is given ]

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"Shit, is that the time?" You gawked at your watch showing almost 1am. "Bruce, I'm sorry, I gotta go." You grabbed your coat as you walked to the door of his lab. "Gotta take the subway and all." All you could do was offer him a sheepish smile. You hated leaving work unfinished, but at this rate you were nowhere near finishing up the study.

Bruce fiddled with his glasses, looking like he wanted to say something, but his brows furrowed.

"No, that's alright Y/N, it's pretty late." He slid his glasses back on. "Uh- make sure you get home safe. Text me when you're home." Ever the gentleman, but something told you that's not all he wanted to say.

"Always do." Your head tilted at him as you shrugged your coat on. "See you later today, I guess." A smirk traced your lips but was replaced with a grimace at the thought of having to be up at 7am.

As you made your way to the elevator you see Tony making his way out of the kitchen.

"Night, Tony, see you tomorrow." You gave him a short wave, not intending to stop for a chat.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" Tony almost demanded, hands up to stop you from stepping further.

"Home. Believe it or not I actually have my own one of those, I just choose to live my life here."

"At this time of night? You've got to be joking. Didn't Bruce tell you you can crash here?" Your eyebrow quirked at that. Was that why he was so nervous when you left?

"No, he failed to mention that." Your eyes narrowed in thought. "But if the offer still stands, I'd love to take you up on it. The subway at this time is not fun." Another grimace, this time at the thought of riding the subway by yourself at 1am.

"Always." Tony had already started leading you down the hall as he spoke, pointing to a door close to Bruce's lab. "That's one of the spare rooms, head in and I'll grab you some stuff."

You weren't quite sure what stuff was, but you didn't have to wait long for Tony's return. You had barely walked into the room and taken your coat off when he came in with a handful of fabric.

"Some towels and robe in case you want to shower, and a change of clothes- well, a fresh shirt. I doubt you'd fir any of our pants and Nat isn't here to ask." Tony shrugged, handing you the surprisingly neatly folded pile. Definitely not his work.

"You're the best, Tony." You take the pile appreciatively, glancing at your watch as you do. "I'll see ya' in the morning."

The rest of the night goes quickly, too quickly. A groan escapes your lips as you alarm starts blaring, slapping your hand onto your phone screen in an attempt to hit the snooze button. Then, the thought of an Avengers grade shower sprung to mind. It had to beat your shitty trickle of a shower back at your apartment.

Safe to say that was the best shower you had ever had. Nothing beat actual water pressure, but the waterfall shower head was a nice added bonus.

Stepping back into the room from the ensuite, you had the robe wrapped tightly around you. As comfortable as it was, you didn't think it was exactly appropriate to wear into the kitchen for breakfast. You were technically in your workplace after all.

Your eyes ran over the crumpled pile of your clothes from the day before, nose crinkling at the thought. Definitely not something you wanted to put back on. Then your eyes wandered over to the extra t-shirt Tony brought in for you. Well, it wasn't like you had any other options.

"I mean, it could definitely be worse." You murmured to yourself, looking over the outfit in the mirror. It was oversized, but not quite enough to be a t-shirt dress. You fished around in your bag, remembering the pair of comfy shorts you keep in your bag in case of emergencies, a triumphant "ah-ha" falling from your lips as your grabbed them out.

With the shorts now pulled on, you padded down the hall to the kitchen. Today was just going to have to be a casual Friday, on a Wednesday.

In the kitchen you were met with a chorus of questioning "good morning?" from the team, including Bruce. Clearly Tony had forgot to mention to any of them that you had stayed the night.

"You're here early, Y/N." Steve observed, taking a sip of his coffee as he eyed your choice of attire.

"Oh, I- uh, actually stayed the night." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as you explained. "It was almost 1am by the time Bruce and I finished up, so Tony offered for me to say." A smile made its way to your lips as Bruce placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you.

"Is that my shirt?" Bruce stared down at your outfit, head tilted in confusion. "I mean- sorry- it's just, that looks like one of my-" "Just keep digging, big boy." Tony slapped him on the back as he walked past towards the sink. "Yes, it is yours. I thought it was only fair as you didn't offer for poor Y/N to stay the night."

Your eyes widen and Bruce smiled timidly. "Sorry, Y/N, I wanted to, just couldn't get the words out."

"It's alright, you wouldn't have got to see me in your shirt if you did." You offer him a cheeky wink. "Besides, I think I look quite good in it." "Better than me."

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

5.17.23 Wednesday

2:25 am

My pelvic is aching 7 out of 10... whew! That I can't walk or move for few minutes... That you are crying deep inside....Whew!!!

9:45 am

My pelvic is aching 4 out of 10... Weird! I can't still do my MRI, but I need my massage therapy this week and it must be every 2 weeks in a month. But the thing is I need a scan here to see underneath...

Uncle Jun went to the forest as early as 7am...

I still need job or self-fulfillment...I feel super self-pity... I wanna buy stuff and if everything is not consistent, then it's like a life of a "living dead"...

I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I miss going to gym....Buy John an expensive leash... I need collagen shots... My future with someone..

6:32 pm

Uncle Jun is here already... It is not my ideal life to be with him here but he is helping doing some task like on Neko...

As I observed Uncle Jun is having a new pattern of behaviour, showing his strong side, firm and kinda loud voice or naturally shouting voice when he talks... For 3 weeks he is always reporting in Georgia'Z forest, as in straight duty...

8:34 pm

Uncle Jun is sleeping already and awhile ago before he went to sleep, few minutes ago he was venting out on something... He vented out about our gate is open... He said RV left the gate open again, whew! Well, if ever there is a stranger will go in, it is his first room to see and him.

I said really? Probably RV went out to buy something. I went out to check and saw RV in his room, I said you left our gate open again RV? RV answered oh! I forgot to close it, I went to the store. I said next time don't forget to close our gate. Whew!

My personal case, I have frustration and depression that I have to manage here... I have mixed-up emotion,still have windblow trap that my deep inside is crying coz they are continuously killing me without a fair fight...

I wanna buy starbucks everyday it is something shallow but worth it, I mean it is something big deal for me... I miss going to gym and I have no bigger fundings and I need a job and not here or whatever but I don't wanna commute that far... So, frustrating that it's been 16 years and I feel fat and ugly and nobody likes me even on social dating site nobody is taking me seriously...

I need money and I need savings and wanna do collagen shots...

In the Nutshell:

It is totally unfair in my part that I can't find a new partner and for my x-partner's or bf's most specially my x-legal x-partner, I just hate the thought of them confiding to my old friends or old teachers or old professors even on my neighbours it is something foul in my part...

For my some unfair fake friends or people who feel greater than me coz they are able to control... Don't control someone's lives based on your wants...

I feel hurt...Hurting for 16 years... I wanna meet new people that can accept me most specially men or my man but my situation is totally complicated if that someone is not mature and not stable like me or not really adult in mind or not a man enough!

For my x-partner's it is unfair to put a barrier on me that they tasted other spring water since 2007... I didn't say a revenge but be fair, I feel fat and ugly that I also wanna have a new water fountain for my plants.... I was thinking of the moan... But I want someone who is sincere and truly a warm soul to lift me and willing to hold my hand or bump my elbow and will say I'm just here and you will be fine... Oh! Am I talking about a prince charming? Oh! Is there is???

I feel bitter angels! I feel bitterish... I have windblow trap!

9:14 pm

I just wanna note here thanks to "Kuya Ernings Water Assistance" on me... His water tastes so good and yummy and refreshing....Faucet water tastes weird!

I'm not really happy angels... I have mixed-up emotions and I feel hurt and offended...

10:34 pm

I feel fat and ugly .. I wanna be fit again,angels...

I gained but I was able to do toning even a lil and life here is up and down even my mind is confuse...

I wanna partner who will be willing to accept me and support me on my exercise habit or addiction but my life is so complicated now... I miss going to gym...

I'm into "Caroline Girvan" her routine are all effective,you just need to find your mix and match on her routine exercise...

That was me,last year then I stopped for awhile.

Doing some yoga but I miss the "Anytime Fitness" or gyms...

This is for my back and pelvic pain...

[maadorii]

JJK + domestic things they do with you

max.notes: i think some of these are... domestic things? and some of them aren’t?? i don’t know man i just wanted to write the characters doing cute fluffy shit with you >:(((( i’m also a simp bye

characters included: y. itadori, f. megumi, k. nanami & r. sukuna 

part two

warnings/tags: fluff

ITADORI; folding the laundry

itadori hates doing laundry, practically despises it. but- if it’s with you, then he doesn’t mind all that much. he especially enjoys it when you wash the bedsheets and just as you place the dry linen on the bed he plops himself right on top of them, melting in the warmth they radiate. you’re also tempted to scold him but he stops you by grabbing your hand to pull you on top him, hugging you close. “yuuji!” comes your voice, but there’s not an ounce of malice in it. itadori laughs, snuggling closer into nook of your body. by this point you’ve lost the will to fight back because fuck, he’s just so goddamn cute. you fall limp in his hold, returning the gesture. cause yea, the sheets feel really nice, all soft and warm, the scent of fresh orange zest wafted in the air from the smell goods you added and the extra warm body next to you was a bonus. and it was silent, just the two of you pulling into the darkness of slumber, until itadori just had to open his mouth, “you wanna build a blanket fort?”

MEGUMI; washing the dishes

megumi enjoys the silence the settle between the two of you when you do the dishes together. you usually alternate between who drys and who washes the dishes, keep it fair (according to you, but he doesn’t really mind.) those moments are usually the time he lets his thoughts wonder off into oblivion. how happy he was to be with you. to hold you a certain way that no one else can. whispers that are left unsaid between the two of you, because you already knew. “you’re doing it again.” megumi was pulled from away from his thoughts when your voice suddenly filled the air. “and what might i be doing exactly?” you can hear the tiniest glint of mirth in his voice. but some days, are not quiet and theres music playing in background, laughter light in the air as the two of you engage conversation with one another. gently swaying your hips side to side, bumping into his. and there were some days where a still, almost unbearable silence draped over you, sparks of gurgling anger simmering dangerously low. megumi hated when these days happened; the last thing he wanted was for you to mad at him or for him to be mad at you. even so, you still made it an appoint to the dishes together, because you always do the dishes together.

NANAMI; grocery shopping

nanami is a planner, i think this should be pretty common knowledge. he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to plan a grocery shopping trip with you. nanami wants to be at the store at a reasonable time (like 7am is reasonable.) and he does this on sunday mornings, which you honestly hate because you just want to sleep in but no, nanami can and will drag you out of bed to go with him. so when y’all do make to the store, he’s all dressed in a freshly ironed shirt with slacks while you’re still dressed in your pajamas and slippers. cause the least he can do is let you go how you please, so there isn’t much argument from him. nonetheless, you feel like a child following him around the store but he doesn’t pay any mind to it. nanami is just happy to have your company with him because it makes it more enjoyable, seeing you grumble around like a dark rain cloud. he let’s you put whatever you want in the cart, no matter how much he wants to put it back because, “do you really need philsbury toaster strudels?” which is answered with a brooding, “yes.”

SUKUNA; gardening

out of the two of you, you’re definitely the one with the green thumb. he’s never really took a liking to flowers, or plants in general. for sukuna, they were always just... there. bothersome things to take care of. almost like raising a child, but less annoying. he remembers the first time he saw you tending to your plants. the gentle smile that rested on your face, the tenderness of your eyes as you spoke sweet nothings to the little seedlings that sprouted from the ground. he was asked why you talking to them because it isn’t like they have ears or that they’ll respond back. “they prosper off positive affirmations. they’re livings things, they have feelings too.” sukuna thought you were dumb for saying that, his only response was him scoffing and continuing to watch you coddle your plants. it wasn’t until one early morning, the sun barely peaking over the line of trees where he decided to venture into your garden. he spotted the seedings from a week before, and he noticed how much longer they’ve grown. how... pretty they look; reaching his hand to caress the tendrils to reveal in velvet feeling. and that’s how you found him, sitting in the middle of your garden talking to all your plants. you tried not to scream cause he just looked so cute petting the fauna with the softest smile on his face. 

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