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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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fuck me like you hate me • eren jaeger x black fem reader

I know I said I hate seeing my babies fight but I’m tweaking over the idea of some nasty ass, filthy hate sex between eren and (y/n). Like imagine they’ve just moved in together, adjusting to living with another person and they have been walking around mad as hell at each other over dumb shit around the house and from work (him ignoring her for recording sessions and her on Instagram showing a lil too much for his liking). The tension is CRAZY. It explodes into a huge argument..they think about breaking up but instead, fuck their frustrations out, I—😫😫

content warning: very ROUGH sex, name calling, use of N-word (by reader obv) degradation, hitting, spit play, oral sex, fingering, backshots, slapping, choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia,breeding, marking and spanking, riding, .2 seconds of switch eren, bunch of other shit omg just proceed with caution, does have a really happy ending and lots of aftercare 🥹

word count: 8.3K

📝: and forewarning before anybody can come leave a dumbass comment, this isn’t in support or condoning of toxic relationships, fighting, domestic altercations/violence, etc. and this will be my very first and last time writing something of this degree. Also, this is purely fiction and all of these aforementioned topics will only be slightly touched on without graphic detail, as they can be extremely triggering and sensitive. Again, read this at your own discretion! (And keep it very cute)

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“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”

“Shut the fuck up..you want to post everything, let’s post this.”

the words spewed like venom from between your boyfriend’s lips. Much like the many times that he called you baby, princess..or said ‘I love you’. But lately, things had been a little less affectionate around the Jaeger household. It had only been six months since the two of you had moved in together. Taking your newly public relationship to the next level and committing to one another. It was supposed to be a joyous time yet it was the exact opposite! As of late, particularly in the past few weeks, the two of you had been at odds and each other’s throats to say the least. The anger constantly building and only becoming worse by the minute. So much so, the both of you had questioned if living under the same roof was a wise option and even more so, contemplated splitting up..but alas, it seems you found a better solution:

“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”

“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet, baby.”

“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”

the whole situation arose not too long ago, stemming from the fact that he had been working nonstop on new projects. As happy as you were that he was back into his groove, you were sick of being ignored and neglected for a damn album. Shelved and discarded like nothing more than a toy. It was infuriating, especially when you went out of your way after your own gigs and busy schedule to cook him dinner and make him snacks; even trying to surprise the man with a few little..outtakes and teasers from your photo shoots. Preferably the ones where you were nude or playing with yourself. Did he pay them any attention? Hell no. In retaliation, you decided you’d give him a taste of his own medicine..by blocking him on Instagram and purposely posting some rather wild shit. Such as you practically tongue kissing your homegirl as you guys took shots at the pool. Or twerking in a new fit normally worn by dancers and sex workers…it didn’t help matters any when he had to see the sultry posts by proxy from one of his friends, who shared it with him while at the studio one night and when he confronted you about it, you could care less. Saying that maybe someone else would appreciate it if he didn’t. Which had him completely irate and the situation escalated further than it ever should have. But this festering fire of resentment didn’t just boil over today. This had been due to weeks worth of rising frustrations. Eren felt as if he had worked to curate his sanctuary and you were destroying that and you were pissed that he agreed to you living together when he obviously didn’t even want you there. But it all came to a head only a couple hours ago..

flashback

the two of you standing in the bedroom, arguing and going at each other’s throats. Shouting and screaming..it was a situation you promised you’d never find yourself in after your ex and today, you’d had enough. You were ready to leave..call it quits on this entire thing because you refused to be in another toxic relationship. Especially when you cared so deeply for this man. But no amount of love could make you stay in this.

“You won’t even tell me why the fuck you’re so mad! Walking around with a fucking attitude and I’m supposed to read your goddamn mind?! Be serious!”

“Nigga, I shouldn’t have to tell you shit! I waited on you for three hours, Eren! Three motherfucking hours..got dressed, done my hair and everything and you fucking stand me up like my time ain’t worth shit. You don’t give a damn about anybody or anything except that stupid ass music.”

needless to say, tensions were high…you were both angry and it was probably best if you guys stepped away and gave yourselves time to reevaluate the situation but instead, you were running on fumes and pure fire. Only making matters worse. Thank goodness no housekeeping staff was around to hear this altercation because you guys would probably be on the front page of TMZ. Either way, neither of you cared. Right now, you just wanted to vent and get your peace out before the other could. “You mean the same music that’s paying your bills? That’s buying you those fucking purses and hair? Surely, you’re not complaining about that. You damn sure don’t when you wanna spend the money.”

making your blood boil with rage and your eyes well with tears. “You know what? Fuck you, I don’t need your money or nobody else’s. The fuck you think this is? I got my own shit. While you were laid up in the motherfucking suburbs, I was getting to this shit long before I got famous and damn sure before I met you..if you don’t want me here then say that.” But he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot and neither were you…no one wanted to admit they were in the wrong. “No (y/n). I want you to understand that I got business to handle. That I have obligations and if my boys gotta come tell me you’re out here kissing on bitches and entertaining other guys while I’m working then you go wherever you want. I’ve never chased anybody in my life and I damn sure won’t start now. Especially somebody who runs to the internet when they’re mad. Childish as fuck and no woman of mine is gonna have me out here looking stupid. Go be with whoever’s making you happy because it’s obviously not me. Hell, maybe you can work things out with your fuck ass ex since he won’t stop talking about you in his songs. I told you it was a bad idea for us to move in together right now but you just had to. Now look.” The words cutting like a knife clean through butter. Stabbing you in the heart with his hurtful words…you thought this was what he wanted as well and to find out that yet again, you were just another chore like everything else in his life, you were gutted. Not only that, he’d bring up your ex as if that relationship didn’t come along with emotional damage and physical scars. He knew how much of a sensitive topic that was for you and yet, when Eren got angry, he had a tendency to hit below the belt and do so without the slightest bit of hesitation in his voice. With tears in your eyes, unable to hold them back, you’d begin screaming all over again, hitting his chest and trying to take out all your anger on him. Even as you slammed your fists against him, screaming that you hated him and slapping his cheek, he stood there unfazed. He knew your words were from a place of hurt and your actions were not the real you. You’d never raise your hand at him because you knew what that felt like. But feeling as if he didn’t care, you were distraught! So much so, you’d become blind with rage and act out of a place you promised to never go to.

“I fucking hate you, Eren! Swear to fucking God, bro!—all you do is make me feel like shit. If you didn’t want me, all you had to do was leave me alone!” Shouting as you swing your closed fists at his chest, banging on him and wailing as you cry. Screaming and shouting to the top of your lungs.

it was by that point, he’d had enough of being your punching bag. Looking away from you, he’d grasp your wrists, stopping you in your tracks and that only enraged you more. “Let me go, Eren! I’m not playing with you!” Alas, he didn’t say a word though. He didn’t even so much as look at you..staring through you like glass; just holding your hands in place to avoid your hits. Instead, he’d push you to the mattress and pin you back by your wrists. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me, I’m not repeating myself..I don’t play that shit, (y/n). Do it again and we’re done.” grimacing his teeth and leaning down against your face. He was a firm believer that if a relationship ever got physical, it was time to end it. He could never bring himself to put his hands on you, even entertain the thought of it so he wasn’t about to let you disrespect him and do the same. But your rage could not be quelled and instead, you’d start to kick around until he’d bolt your legs down as well. Staring at him like this…hair down, beard and mustache forming on his face, you could tell he hadn’t been himself either and right now, there was a far more primal energy about him. Energy that seemed like it could devour your ass alive if you pushed one more button. “Or what? The fuck you gon’ do? Pussy.” And in that moment, you’d find out just what he had in mind when you decided to spit at his face and in retaliation, he’d only laugh..much more than he should've..right before putting his hand around your throat, clutching it so tight that it causes you to gasp. Restricting your breathing in the process. Which forced your mouth open and allowed him to return it with his own saliva, seeping onto your tongue. With his knee placed between your thigh, brushing against that thinly clothed cunt, he knew you were wet..getting turned on for him even now. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Feeding you a couple slaps to your cheek as you begin to realize the gravity of the situation. “Answer me, bitch. You like spitting so much, I got something for you to use it on.” Suddenly, he’d begin to lean up, tugging at the top of your head next to adjust to eye level with his erection. With one fell swoop from his thumb, he’d tug his sweats down and right before you was his thick cock, standing at full attention. He didn’t want to feel your hands..nothing but straight mouth and throat and right now, he’d guide you as he saw fit. You were his toy right now…shoving that dick between your lips, he’d start to fuck that pretty, tear stained face like it was nothing more than a sleeve. He could hear the gurgling in the back of your throat and feel how hard you were trying but since you had so much to say, he was going to make sure you ate those words.

“What’s that, baby? Can’t hear you..” mocking you as he used your mouth to his heart's content. Balls slapping your chin and jaws suctioned around his shaft. You’d attempt to put your hands up to his hips but he’d slap you and make certain you’d never do so again. Sucking his teeth, Eren laughed as he watched you struggle to engulf all eight and a half inches of that thick girth. “Can’t pop all that shit with my dick in your throat, can you?” Asking rhetorically but he wasn’t done rubbing salt in the wound..you had truly and utterly pissed him off and for the last time. In haste timing, he’d retract from your mouth only momentarily to the sound of you taking sharp gasps and drooling all over yourself. He’d force your head to the edge of the bed, where he’d crawl over and continue his brutal face fucking. But not before he spat in that oral cavity once more, looking at you as if you were nothing more than an object. Bucking his hips and thrusting as if it were an inanimate toy lying in front of him. Your insides were matching the sensation of that of a flesh light, maybe even better. By the time he got into it, a bulge began to form in the center of your esophagus. And try as you might to swat at him, he’d tell you to place your arms by your side and not move them until he stated otherwise.

“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re messing with, princess. I don’t know which bum you’re used to fucking but don’t you ever try that shit with me again. There’s a reason I said I don’t chase anyone. Why would I when I know I’ll have you crawling right back?” and he was right! This man had done things to you that would have any woman stalking him and sitting in his bushes. Even so, you were still pissed off and not much in the way of taking his shit lying down. So as he twitched slightly in your throat, you’d begin to gurgle and gag on his dick, doing tricks to inevitably make him tap out. Grasping the top of your head, he’d tug his shaft from between your lips and spin you around until you were flat on your stomach, and glaring up at his face as he gripped your chin. “You can fuck half the guys in the game and not one of them would ever make you feel the way I would. That pussy will always belong to me. Stop pretending you don’t know that.” His words were so condescending, it made you want to scream but you couldn’t disagree either. Eren always had a nasty habit of playing on people’s psyche and getting under their skin with his words. He was the type to read someone down and not miss a beat. When he was angry, nothing or no one was off limits. Tears were already streaming from your eyes and throat already sore from his brutal handling but he didn’t care. “So I’ve got a great idea…” looking straight past you, he’d extend an arm and lay a heavy handed slap across your backside, still tugging at your hair without any sort of regard for it. “We’re not leaving this room until you and I fix this.” He’d take a moment to clutch his other fist around his cock; tapping it against your tongue, which was hanging out. “Until I fuck you so stupid, you forget what you were so mad about. How’s that sound?” Patting your cheek and inflicting sharp slaps to your ass, causing stinging pain. Along with sensations to your pussy. Proving his words to be true.

Trails of saliva pooled..dribbling from your mouth. Gagging noises constantly arising and filling the room as he relentlessly and disrespectfully fucked that pretty face. At the same time, he’d reach forward so that he could slide two digits inside of inviting heat. Pushing those fingers in and out at an intermediate pace. He’d rub on the sensitive bud with his thumb and pump the other two profusely. You’d slowly start to rut yourself on them, unable to resist him for much longer. “There you go…good girl. I swear, you’re so much prettier like this. Sucking my dick instead of bitching…” he couldn’t help but to fling one more insult in there but trust, he preferred this to arguing any day. Any frustrations the two of you had could be left right here! Continuing to relentlessly fuck your face, Eren teased your little cunt for two reasons: one, because you couldn’t help but to whimper and the sensations caused your throat to spasm and two, he was preparing you for how bad he was going to beat that pussy up. When he finished, you wouldn’t have the energy to move, less known scream at him. He was tired of being at odds with the woman he loved. All too well did he know the pain of practically living with a stranger he felt nothing for and he refused for you guys to turn out the same way. Too many laughs, so much love had been shared between you two for it to end now..

amid disassociating, EJ withdrew his fingers and fat cock from between your lips before telling you to lie on your back. “Spread those legs..” Earning him a side eye from you as those thighs parted to reveal that dripping center. “Bet you’re wet as fuck, aren’t you? Admit it.” Plump lips that were freshly waxed and soaking wet, just for him. There was no one else in this world that could get you so undeniably aroused and you both knew it. Raking his fingers through those long, thick locks, he’d crawl on to the bed; knees pushing through the mattress as he grasped your ankle and tugged you towards him. In that same, swift motion..you’d find your legs pinned back to the covers and feet practically behind your head. “She missed me, didn’t she?” That smug look on his features as he so casually stroked the hood of your clit. He wanted nothing else from you than to wet that beard up. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren’t as infuriated as you once were and that fiery spark had dwindled to a twinkle of adoration. But if he knew one thing about you..it was that you’d play coy until you couldn’t any longer. You’d fake an orgasm, pretend to not be turned on. Anything to make him feel inferior. Because you’d try everything to deny him that satisfaction of pleasuring you. You were stubborn, yes but far more aroused..too much to hide it, in fact.

“No, and I didn’t eith—ahh fuck!” Your mouth left agape as he shoved a digit inside and let one rest dormantly on the clit. “Exactly as I thought. Shut the fuck up.” Sitting down entirely, he’d keep your legs pinned back in one hand, as it was nothing with his strength. With all his pent up energy and frustration he’d normally use to fuck you dumb, he had been putting towards intense workouts the past few weeks. Trying to find a way to channel that anger in a healthy way to avoid doing something dumb. Working those two fingers in and out, pumping slowly..Eren made certain you were looking him in the eyes as he maneuvered that little cunt with the delicacy of his hand. Pumping and rubbing in a fluid motion as if it were second nature. Taking you gently by the back of the head, he’d hold you up and let you watch him work. “Shit—I’m not gonna come. If that’s what you want.” “You’re so cute, thinking you have a choice in the matter. Like I said, we’re not leaving until we fix this. So you can drop the fucking act.” Amid his declaration, he’d look you dead in the eye, peering right about your stomach and spit onto your pussy. Disrespectful and raunchy about it as well. He had no regard for you as his girl or even a person right now. You were an object..his little slut he was going to break and mold as he saw fit. “Take your eyes off of me again and I swear to God, you won’t get to come at all. You really don’t want to test me right now.” And something told you, every word seeping from his mouth was a pure fact. This man’s forms of punishment were hellish. One time, you made him so mad, that he fucked you for an hour straight, using a combination of various toys and his cock until you were in tears and refused to let you climax once. No matter how many times he stuffed you or nutted himself. By the time he granted you permission, it was like releasing the pressure on a tightly coiled spring and you nearly collapsed from the intense pressure.

so reluctantly, you’d bat those big brown eyes and fluttery lashes as you watched your man devour that tasty little center. Those jade eyes fixated on you; akin to a shark lying in wait just above sea level..stalking its prey. All you could hear were smacking, slurping and faint moans but what you felt were sensations of pure bliss. Slick had begun to coat the tip of his nose as he nuzzled it between your slit. His tongue lapped up every remnant of those syrup like fluids..sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted. This man ate pussy like his life was on the line and it’d only be a matter of time before he had you as putty in his hands once more. Eventually, Eren would snake his palms up to your own and clasp them together, intertwining those fingers once he removed them, so that you two were holding hands. A level of intimacy that he only showed to someone he cared about. It was blatantly obvious that he still loved you..regardless of how angry you were. Especially when you heard him moaning and sucking on your clit, which inevitably made you melt in his grasp. “Mmmmph..fuck.” Whimpering so softly and slowly rutting yourself against his tongue. “That’s it..fuck my face, baby. Real slow.” The deep rumble in his voice makes you melt even now. Even when you were just screaming at him. Suddenly, your breath would hitch and he’d cause another pang of pleasure to rip through your body. His tongue flickered all throughout your folds and he’d leave gentle kisses on those lower lips. That’s when you felt more saliva on your quivering cunt, combining with your own sweet juices. Those eyes were beginning to cross, toes curling as they rested on his shoulders and that little hole, leaking like a faucet. “You taste so good…and I know it feels even better. Look at the way that shit’s leaking f’r me. Can’t even deny it..” As enjoyable as it was eating you out and normally, he’d stay down there forever, taking in your essence and flavor but for right now..he had to fuck the shit out of you!

suddenly, you’d feel that incredible oral come to an abrupt halt and Eren rising to his feet. Keeping that grasp on your thighs, he’d land a heavy handed smack to your ass and tell you to take hold of your legs now..as he had plans. “Keep that shit open. Hold them.” Demanding as he hovered above you..hand wrapped around his shaft; slowly pumping up from the base. Between using your throat earlier and eating you out, that dick was throbbing and thumping. He needed to be inside of you immediately or he was going to burst. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. You were a puddle of dripping sex and arousal for him. With your panties dangling around your ankles and tank top pulled down, he tugged them off and stuffed the thin material into your mouth. He couldn’t lie..it looked so hot seeing you in such a vulnerable state. But you were going to need it for how hard he was about to pound your pussy. Glaring at you with a smug smirk, he’d place a hand into the center of your belly before easing his cock inside of you..which elicited a heavy grunt arising from his throat.

staring into your eyes, he’d start out with sharp, deep strokes. Ones that didn’t even allow you to adjust to before that cock began to curve up and kiss the inner corner of your cervix. His pace was already rough and somewhat sped up. He didn’t care about your feelings or how it felt. The only thing he wanted to see was a mess made of him. Whimpering through muffled lips, your head would slightly tilt back, along with those watering eyes as your skin collided; sounds of clapping flesh filling the room. It was then that you’d feel his hand creep up to the center of your scalp, tugging you down so that you were forced to see him bulging through your skin so early on.

“Take this dick. C’mon..” never breaking eye contact as he continued thrusting. His hips bucking and moving in a rhythmic motion. He had no regard for any part of you right now..you were merely a hole, a vessel for his pleasure and that was it. That smug grin on his face gave it away.. “fuck!..so deep—g’ahh..why are you fucking me like this? Shit!“ belting out in a shaky whimper through the gag of those panties as you clawed through your own skin with your fingers and palms planted to the backs of your thighs. You’d bite down on them in an attempt to quell that sensation. Feeding you yet another slap, Eren proceeded to take that comfort away by pulling it out and shoving those same fingers into your mouth. “Fucking shame it had to be like this, baby. But you asked for it. Shouldn’t have pissed me off.” Even with sweat trickling down his forehead and very obvious moans escaping his lips, he was still cocky and arrogant to a fault. Even if the grip of that fat cunt swallowing him as he slid in and out had him faltering, he’d never be so weak as to show it..not at a time like this at least. Slamming that cock balls deep; your pelvises clashing with a sheath of creamy fluid molding them together, Eren leaned all the way forward and pressed his entire body weight against you..as some sort of makeshift mating press. Your eyes locked and his lips pressing to yours.

“But imma make sure you don’t have shit else to say when I’m done.” Laughing with all faith and confidence that he could magically make this all go away. However, you were still in a bit of a confrontational mood and decided to challenge him.

“Is that right? Well shut me the fuck up then. Make me be quiet.” With that all too familiar glare in those gorgeous brown eyes of yours. The one that you gave him when you needed some act right..the one that screamed for him to do his worst. “You think your dick’s that good? Please, you don’t know what to do wi—“ Luckily, he was up for the task and you had a rude awakening coming. Snickering, Eren pulled himself up by only an inch, still letting you pop your shit and all; just enough to allow him the room to place his hand around your throat and squeeze until your tongue was hanging out. Meanwhile, his stroke had slowed to a more sporadic pace; thrusts becoming far more uneven and short, yet everyone hit your spot with precision. All the while, his jade eyes never left your own. Suddenly, he’d make good on your declaration and before you knew it…

“Well that was easy enough..what’s the matter, princess? Cat got that tongue? You were so loud earlier..cussing and yelling at me like you’ve lost your fucking mind. Where’s all that energy now? Hmm?”

suddenly, the bed would begin to jolt around..headboard slamming against the wall and the entire frame shifting under the weight of his hard thrusting. Taunting and fucking as if he were attempting to put you through the mattress! Couldn’t support your own legs anymore? No problem because all one hundred ninety five pounds of him kept you in place whilst that third leg of his drilled into your tightness, facing zero regard for the way you were shaking underneath him. The way you pawed at his six pack only to be slapped away so viciously and your jaws to be squeezed in his clutch. “Move your hand!” You couldn’t get so much as a gasp out as he continued pounding your little sex with all of his might. Cream was profusely leaking..practically dripping down that dick and sack as he kept going. Your titties were swaying around outside of that tank top, bouncing everywhere and looking so good, all for his viewing pleasure. In addition to that expression on your face as you were obviously nearing your climatic peak. He found it so funny how quickly that shift came once he got up in it.

“That’s fine. I don’t need you to do shit else but nut on this fucking dick. You can handle that, can’t you?”

you didn’t want to cave..give him the sheer satisfaction of seeing you submit but you’d be a bold face liar if you said that shit didn’t feel amazing. Especially with that hand around your neck and that thumb on your clit..stroking so gently that the minute bundle of sensitive nerves were already overstimulated. That swollen little bud twitching underneath the touch. It didn’t help matters any when he allowed a slow string of saliva to trickle down onto it either. It was blatantly obvious that you were trying to deny him that orgasm and in turn, prompt him to come instead by clamping down on his shaft but in that same breath, it was clear that his resolve was a little stronger than yours. You always had a habit of nutting quickly which would be your downfall right now.

“You can try to hold back all you want, baby but you will come f’r me. I don’t give a damn how long it takes…stubborn ass always wants to make things difficult, I swear.”

so casually pointing out one of your character flaws as he resides in your guts..something only he would do.

“Ah!—haaaaaa..fuck! Fuck you..still a pussy.”

blurting out with all the strength you could muster, along with still attempting to push him away which was, again, of no use! Instead, it only fueled him further and lengthened your punishment. Reaching down for those panties you had spat out previously, he’d rope them around your wrists and bind your hands together. It was obvious he wasn’t fond of your disrespectful outbursts or foul mouth. It was going to make it all the more fun to wreck you however!

“Yeah and you're still a dumb slut. ‘Fuck did you think this was?”

still impaling you on that cock and feeding you more slaps in the process. You were folding and fast but you’d try to maintain the little semblance of control you had but sadly, it was dwindling and before long, you’d be unable to hold back. And that moment came a tad bit too soon for your liking because only a minute later, you were gasping for breath, wrinkling around in the sheets..a stream of sticky fluids squirting all over those abs as if you had sprang a leak. It went everywhere; wetting up his six pack and pelvis, absolutely flooding the bed but he didn’t care. That’s exactly what he wanted. To see you shaking and convulsing, so needy and dependent on his cock that you couldn’t function without him. And he was well on his way to achieving that with the way he just fucked the shit out of you. It was such a powerful orgasm that you’d begin to shed tears; overstimulated from attempting to edge yourself and failing miserably. You lacked the restraint for that sort of thing but it presented the perfect teaching opportunity as he was in the mood to train you anyways on what being disobedient got you. Pulling out for a split second, he’d allow that swollen shaft and seeping mushroom tip to flap against your folds and drum out more. You were inconsolable but the worst was yet to come. Grabbing you by your hair, he’d grasp it tightly whilst hissing and chuckling in your ear.

“I break brats like you for fun, baby. Remember that.”

before kissing your temple in the most condescending way; it was true, he was the literal definition of a brat tamer and done so with pride. In another sudden movement, he’d tug you by that freshly done hair that wasn’t so fresh anymore and pull you down until he had flipped you over onto your stomach. Keeping you reigned in with that fistful of 613 wavy; dyed and toned to a deeper blonde, Eren planted a heavy hand smack to your ass as he flayed you across his lap. Demanding that you arch your back and put your ass up in the air. It was in your best interest to follow instructions but you were dead set on being defiant. If for nothing else, get the treatment you had been so desperately craving. For him to fuck that attitude out of you!

“Lemme ask you something, baby. What did you really think was going to happen when you decided to pull that little stunt? Trying to embarrass me?…”

ensuring that you had no other choice but to look him in the eye with those fingers still intertwined between your locks as he tugged your head back. You were practically panting, drooling like the fucked out little whore you were. Mouth agape and eyes glazed over whilst he stared at you.

“What? You thought I was going to ignore that shit? Or maybe you thought I’d get jealous enough to hop online and clear it up. You thought I was the rest of these lame ass dudes. You’re as stupid as you are pretty.”

Uttering the last line with vitriol before landing the hardest slap to your backside he could muster. Spanking you a couple times with the same force until you were flailing around and more tears had fallen. You were gritting your teeth, trying to maintain that mean glare you were trying so desperately to portray to make it seem as if you were not enjoying yourself. But he knew that was a lie. His heavy hands colliding with your flesh eventually began to form a burgundy blip and quite the sting. In addition to being choked, you were starting to feel it. That pleasurable pain that came with rough sex. It was the only way he could get his frustrations out on you at this point because actual harm would never be an option for him. He just wanted to teach you a lesson..

“And you’re still acting like a bitch. Mad about a lil’ instagram story—“

blurting out before he began to spank you again and clutch your throat as well. This time with enough force to make you squirm and cry some more. Making sure you didn’t talk out of turn again. “Shut the fuck up.”

he could tell you were still angry with him, still wanting to get your point across but that was all of no concern to him. He didn’t care about your bratty ass attitude. It barely even phased him. That was until he saw those pretty little streaks coming down your face and those eyes all puffy. That jaw clenched so tight, it’d probably shatter your teeth. “Ooh..don’t look at me like that. Makes my dick hard when you cry for me.” Like a true goddamn sadist…of course, those tears weren’t enough and he had plans to drum out more. Continuing to paddle you with his hand; releasing primal grunts as he spread your ass apart, kneading his fingers into your flesh and even shove his fingers back into your pussy. Meanwhile, he was still filling your mouth with sloppy kisses and more saliva. Spitting into your oral cavity with no regard. “Get up..arch that back and spread that ass open. Now.” And this time, too sore and weak to do anything else, you’d follow suit and place both hands on that round bottom, letting your acrylic nails display across that dark skin as you opened up for him. He damn near lost his composure when he saw that asshole flexing and puckering on instinct. But he had to regroup, get back into his zone and keep going.

mounting behind you, Eren hooked his fingers together, kept them around your throat and pulled you back on him once again..impaling you.

“Haaa! Fuck!—“ yelping in a high pitched cry as he fed you heavy backshots. The fat of that round, plump ass bouncing against him. Ricocheting in a haze of thunderous claps. Your legs trembled profusely, gripping on the pillows in front of you and biting down in an attempt to quell the brunt of those brutal strokes but it was no use. The curvature of your spine fluctuated as he kept going until you eventually collapsed underneath the weight and he’d bog down, planking over your entire frame as he drilled deeper. Those balls colliding with your ass and smacking against the sticky folds between your thighs. He’d place a hand to the small of your back just to keep you planted firmly whilst the other rested palm down in the memory foam material in front of you. “Oh my gosh, right there!” You’d grasp for Eren’s wrist as some sort of leverage and a sign of comfort. But he wasn’t much in the business of coddling you right now. Instead, you’d watch that opposite hand snake around for a split second to retrieve your phone that was lying next to you..set ablaze with thousands of notifications from this app and that contact. None of which were important at the moment. But he had other plans and ways to use that cellular device right now.

“You love taking pictures so much, right baby? Always showing off..”

just then, you’d see the flash of your rear camera beaming down above you and hear the sound of your video starting. He’d record each movement of your clashing skin..tugging you back, spanking your cheeks with each thrust and even when he decided to slide his thumb into your puckering hole. You’d release a shrill cry, whimpering and moaning. It didn’t take long to realize what he was doing and you immediately tried to stop him.

“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”

“Shut up..you want to post everything, post this.”

taunting you with that lens pointed at your face as he began fiercely fucking up into you. So much so, that your face meshed into the pillows. Trying to look away from the camera. Drool spilling from your mouth and your eyes completely dazed..not the most aesthetically pleasing position you’ve found yourself in nor did you want the rest of the world seeing..

“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”

“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet.”

“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”

causing the two of you to begin laughing at the obvious truth. Which was far better than what was transpiring before.. “…shit..you got me.” eventually though, he’d save you from further embarrassment and let this sight be all for his own pleasure by tossing the phone aside. With your nails clawing into the sheets, (y/n) felt some semblance of control..somewhat able to gain leverage but soon, he’d take that away as well. Pulling your arms behind your back, he’d tug you up and continue drilling you from behind. Those sharp strokes were consistently hitting your core and soon enough, you were in the midst of another orgasm. Fluids puddling underneath you yet he gave you no leeway and just kept going. “Fuck..ion wanna fight with you anymore, princess. Your shit feels way too good for me to leave you alone.” Laughing as he reached underneath and massaged your clit to further increase that pressure. “Mmmph! Erennnn…I—“

it would seem that your pathetic moans had softened him just a bit because next thing you knew, he was leaning down to place kisses onto your shoulder blades and spine. “I know, baby..I know.” By now, he had you hooked into somewhat of a headlock position..almost as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he wanted to do with you. Perhaps that had something to do with him nearing his own climatic peak. You could feel that hard cock pulsating inside of you and soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, his tongue out and his chest heaving..he was close. So close that he couldn’t even pretend that he was angry with you any longer. There was no more of keeping up this silly charade that you were mad. You couldn’t give up so easily..not when there was no man on this earth you wanted more. But he did have one thing to say to you, something that he was determined to drill into your head. Grasping your hair, he’d grunt into your ear..

“You’re mine, baby..you can’t leave me, alright? Promise me you’re not going anywhere..”

“I—ahh! I’m not…I’m sorry—“

“I’m sorry too, mama. Fuck!”

gasping with all that you could muster. And only seconds later, you felt him halt in his tracks and that warm fluid flowing into your womb. Letting out an ear shattering grunt, Eren pumped that nut into you and didn’t miss a beat. That hot, white load dripping from your battered cunt for the brief moment that he pulled out to switch positions..the mood had obviously shifted and the two of you were no longer at each other's throats and were instead shoving your tongues in each other’s mouths. “C’mere..give me a kiss.” Moaning and practically yearning for the other’s touch. Those hard pulls and smacks had slowed to tender grasps and Eren so lovingly brushed your face before pulling your hand along to climb on top of him. You didn’t even have time to exchange words, just tangled limb in limb as you made out in a passionate haze…feeling up your skin with his hands roaming your back and yours caressing his face. Leaving tender, warm kisses that made him melt for you all over again. With his lip quivering and eyes all glossed over, he’d glare up at you..begging for you to slide it back in as he was becoming far more spent than he hoped to admit. Even so, you’d do exactly that and place your hands on his chest in the process. “Oh my God…” “Oooh, baby..yes.” the cries leaving your mouths simultaneously as you impaled yourself on that throbbing erection. That mushroom tip splitting open your puffy folds yet again and emitting droplets of cum as it slid in. You were already full but he was hoping to stuff you to the brim. Hell, maybe he would get you pregnant tonight because that was the type of mood he was in. “This dick feels so good..I need all of it..” so desperately admitting as your ass slowly collided with his pelvis. “Take it then, baby. It’s yours.” Rocking back and forth, slowly grinding..going up and down on that cock. It took a moment to center yourself; to gain your balance but once you did, you were riding him to kingdom come. Fucking every bit of those frustrations out of him. Leaving a puddle of creamy, pearlescent fluid all over the base of his pelvis. And needless to say, he was loving every second!

“Ride that shit..oh fuck..” grunting with his arms folded behind his head as he casually enjoyed your ‘talents’. Including making circular motions..bouncing up and down as you propel yourself on his cock. His thick girth stretches you out with each one. Eventually, your head would fall backwards and you’d find yourself practically howling his name whilst still clawing at his chest. You were making an absolute mess of him and Eren was losing his mind! It was as if you were a completely different woman right now. One determined to drain him dry and milk him for every last remnant of his nut. He couldn’t slow you down, stop or even halt you right now. All he could do was toss his own head back and knead his fingers into the flesh of your ass. He’d leave a few light smacks to serve as encouragement but you needed no help whatsoever. You were in control now…

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Baby..yes.” crying out with his legs trembling and toes curling underneath you. The grip that tight little cunt had on him was about to drive this man insane and into another nut. Panting and wailing with his hands clutching your waist. Just then, he’d prompt you to sit still and let him fuck up into you..each sharp thrust hitting that sensitive core and causing yet another stream of sweet juices to come trickling down your thighs and onto his lap. But before you even had a chance to recover, he’d pull you back down and continue drilling until..

“Eren! Fuck!..”

“I’m coming, baby! Let me come in it—“

and before the sentence was completed, you were all but stuffed yet again. Letting him throb and pulsate inside of you as he emptied his seed in your womb. The two of you were clearly spent and quite honestly possessed no more energy to be angry. It was blatantly obvious that you had obviously forgiven one another as well. He ever so gently touched the side of your face yet again and glared into those gorgeous eyes. You’d lay flat against his chest and let him massage your back as well. And it’s then that he noticed a warm, dampened spot on his pecs and he’d tilt your chin up to see you sobbing. The intensity of the orgasms and the moment itself had seemed to overwhelm you quite a bit..

“Hey, princess..c’mere.” Coddling you in his grasp and hugging you tightly. He’d even cradle a palmful of your hair in his fingers and kiss your temple once more. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

and the response to his question nearly broke his heart in half. “I’m sorry..I just realized I don’t want to lose you. Do you really hate me? I know I did some stupid shit but I didn’t mean it.” And Eren nearly burst into tears himself but instead cradled you close and murmured into your ear. “..(y/n)..baby no. I could never hate you, even if I tried my hardest. I love you so much. That’s why I get so crazy behind you. Because I know there’s no one I want more.” Suddenly, he’d cup your face between his palms and plant a loving kiss on your forehead. No matter how mad you may have been at one another before or even if you screamed your lungs out, there wasn’t anything in this world that could break you apart. He had spent his entire life searching for a woman like you and there was no way that he could give it up so easily. Taking your fingers into his own, he’d clasp your fingers together..

“Do you mean that?”

“Never meant anything more in my entire life. Listen, if you ever feel neglected by me..like I’m not doing right, tell me. Please..I just wanna be the best man I can for you. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel less than your worth, princess.”

which is all it took for you to fall apart. Sniffling into his chest, you’d let Eren rub your back until he was able to console you. The two of you would just lie there; soaking in the moment and reveling in each other’s essence. Darkness had set over the room, as nighttime har set and you realized just how long you had been at it. Breaking into a soft giggle, you’d turn your face back towards him and for a few minutes, you’d just slowly let your tongues clash..exchanging sloppy kisses and practically wanting to live in one another’s skin.

“Hey, why don’t we get up from here, go take a bath and order some food? How’s that sound for you?” All of it sounded absolutely perfect to you and without question, you’d accept. He just wanted to spend all the time getting close, holding and keeping you by his side. He’d take however long you two needed to get back to the way it was. No amount of albums, Instagram posts or anything else mattered more in this world.

than the love you two shared.

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Jealous—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Jealousy goes both ways.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: jealousy, tension, teasing, flirting, alcohol, drinking, Jealous Vash, Jealous Reader, maybe a lil toxic but this is for fun, suggestive at the end

Both you and Vash were barhopping for the night. For fun? You wish. You were “on the job” as you liked to call it–looking and prodding drunken town goers for clues about a regional criminal causing havoc, enough trouble to make the locals forget their usual paranoia about a certain Humanoid Typhoon. Their tipsy personas were enough for you two to coax out any gossip that has been floating around the tiny cliffside town, the interviewees temporarily forgoing their constant state of anxiety to let slip some clues with the help of the liquid courage pouring from the barkeeper’s shelves.

“Two shots of your most valuable whiskey, sir. Been a long night.” Of absolutely nothing. You drop your head into your hands, palms digging into your eye sockets. What you would give to just plop down in the motel bed, snuggling into Vash’s chest for the night. You peep through your fingers at him, sitting pretty in the corner with the flirty town baker. A sharp pang shoots through your chest. Well at least someone seems to be having fun.

The baker starts cackling at something Vash had joked about, slapping his shoulder to show her appreciation for the banter. Vash looks in your direction, almost feeling your envious gaze, smiling softly and winking as if to say “hang in there.”

“Two whiskeys.” The loud clank of the glasses hitting the dingy wood brings your focus back to the man in front of you.

You let out a low whistle, appreciating the tiny shot glasses in front of you. “Right on time, barkeep. Have a blessed night.” You throw a couple of double dollars down for the man to grab, downing one shot, your hand going for the second one, ready to get your investigation going again when you see a hand cover the glass.

“Seen you floating around here tonight. Don’t seem to be having the best time, though. Mind if I change that?” comes a smooth voice. You glance up to see a charming man, recognizing him from earlier in the day at the general store. You couldn’t forget how he had looked at you, completely ignoring Vash as you paid for your transaction, his eyes roaming your face gracefully, focusing on your lips whenever you spoke. Vash had simply huffed and moved closer to you.

The same hazel eyes were on you now, sparkling this time with what you have no doubt is the liquor flowing through him. Now, any other time you would have immediately shrugged off the advances of a drunk with the mindless excuse of being here with Vash; yet, now that said man was having his own fun, you decide to try your hand. Besides, the general store employee was easy on the eyes. You lay your hand over his own, making sure it was in Vash’s line of sight before responding.

“Been tough to. You know how it is, especially with the threat of that criminal on the loose in the next town over.”

He chuckles. “Let me put your worries to ease, darling. Saw him earlier today and can confirm he’s just another hotshot who runs his mouth. Get a bunch of those through my store. Nothing ever comes out of it.” He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the knuckles. “He’s been drinking my store dry in that hotel at the edge of town anyways.”

You pretend to look down your shoulder at your remaining shot, playing smitten. You peek at Vash from the corner of your eye, noticing the deep frown on his face as the chatty baker recants some boring story probably, not seeing that his focus is now on you.

“Isn’t that the perv from the general store?! Why is he in your personal space??” Vash thinks, stopping himself for a second. He’s had a couple drinks, so he may be a little irrational at the moment. “Get yourself together, you hypocrite. You have a girl that isn’t Mayfly grabbing your arm right now, so they can do whatever they want. This is just detective work-” Vash jolts straight out of his chair, his rational thoughts coming to an end when he sees that pervert kiss your hand.

He could let slide the flirty way he interacted with you earlier at the store. Sure, it’s understandable. His Mayfly of course would catch the attention of anyone with eyes. They’re an absolute catch. However. Touching the skin that he touches, kissing where he kisses every night, ensuring that you feel the love that he feels for you through his hands worshipping every inch that is you? It’s enough for him to cross the room in several strides with his lean legs. No way is he going to let a random taint what is his. He doesn’t have the privilege to touch the spectacle that is his Mayfly.

Feeling the vibrations of a certain someone’s boots coming closer to the bar area, you sense that your time of fun has ended. You have what you needed anyway. Quickly, you drink your last shot, hissing at the slow burn making its way into your stomach. You now need it for what’s coming next.

“Thank you. You definitely helped my night get better,” you manage to say, watching the man’s eyebrows screw together in confusion before a red coat effectively cuts you off from him, replacing the man’s hand with his own, holding it in a firm hold.

“Hey! I remember you from earlier! You were pretty quick at the cash register back at the store.” Now you were given the blessing of Vash’s possessive gaze, heavy with unbridled frustration and desire. “I see you found my Mayfly. Whew, I’ve been looking all over for you, my lovely.” He turns back to the man, giving him a tight smile before departing, dragging you along with him out into the open night air.

You walk in tense silence, rounding the last corner to your motel when he stops and pulls you into an alcove.

“Was that all really necessary?” he questions, his jaw clenching. He’s pissed.

“You have your ways, I have mine,” you quip, refusing to look at him. He huffs at your response.

“The baker girl? Mayfly, really, I was just trying to find answers. And score us some free donuts in the morning! I didn’t expect her to be so touchy.”

“Well I didn’t know this guy would do what he did-”

He slams his hand into the wall, making sure it was far enough away from your head, but still caging you in. You hear brick crumble to the floor from the impact.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you. Or touched you. I just don’t like the idea of anyone else but me touching you because I don’t know what their intentions are. How am I supposed to protect you in time when they’re so close to you?” he growled out.

Now you feel guilty. Maybe you went a bit too far.

“Sorry…”

He sighs, placing his gloved hand on your cheek. “No, I’m sorry too. I could have pulled away sooner from the baker. All of that was too much.” You nod, acknowledging his apology.

His face quickly becomes stern again, his hand dropping to grab yours.

“Let’s head inside, I’m going to replace that pervert’s touch with my own.”

“I didn’t get to tell you that I know where that criminal is!”

“That can wait till morning. I have more important matters to tend to right now.”

You may have bargained for more than you thought tonight.

a/n: i wrote this in one go so kind of word vomit? idk it came to me in a dream so i needed to belt it out. love the idea of vash just being a lil jealous. he deserves to get upset from time to time

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#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash #bendycxmet writes

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theroyalsims · 9 months

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SIMBLEDON APPEARANCE WITH ANYA HAS "LEGITIMISED" ALISTAIR AND MARGEAUX'S RELATIONSHIP

There's officially a new royal "It Couple" in town!

With today's Simbledon appearance, royal fans and royal watchers everywhere got a first "official" glimpse of Alistair and his new girl, Margeaux. And apparently, the simple tennis date is much bigger than it seems. One royal expert suggests:

"This was more than just going out to watch tennis. This was Al saying 'look, I'm taken, this is my girl and we're happy together.' The move is a slap on the face to all his detractors and for everyone criticising Margeaux.

For weeks now, since they were first spotted together, the two have been hounded by negative publicity and some even gave Margeaux the cruel monicker 'Princess Rebound.' But with this outing, the message is loud and clear: this is not just a fling. They're legit. Plus, you take into consideration that it came with Anya's mark of approval, you can say Margeaux's very much fitting in quite nicely with the royal bunch."

(Above: Prince Al and Margeaux, with the Prince's security detail, were photographed leaving Simbledon Arena.)

The difference between the Prince's latest relationship is said to be night and day compared to his previous romance with Ximena Kalarmy. A source close to the Prince shares:

"Al and Ximena were together for years, but we actually never got to see them 'out' except maybe for her restaurant opening. Everything else, they were all paparazzi shots of their private dates. But now, we see Al and he's really happy to be out with Margeaux.

With Ximena, there was a point when all the nasty stuff spewed by the press got to her and she was really insecure. That's despite the fact that Al never let her feel inferior. He made sure she knew he loved her. But that was never enough. Ximena got into her own head and eventually, that caused Alistair to call it quits with her. I think in the end, he got tired of having to tell her again and again that she's enough. A man can only take so much."

(Above: Chatting like old pals - Anya has welcomed Margeaux into the royal fold.)

Ximena's fear of not fitting in with the royals was reportedly an issue with the couple as well. The source further reveals:

"Whenever Al invites her to family outings and dinners, she'd shrink back and put up her walls again. It was a never-ending case of 'what-ifs': what if Anya doesn't like me? What if I use the wrong fork? What if I forget to curtsy? Do I have to curtsy? In the beginning it was normal, we don't all get to meet royals and there are certain formalities and protocols, but they were together for over three years, and she never got past that. It was clear to Al that it was always going to be an issue. But still, he loved her, and he was ready to marry her. When he got shot down because of those same issues, he just had it.

The sad part? The royals seemed to genuinely like her for Alistair. Even Prince Jacques thought that she was 'sweet.' All those stories about Anya and Ingrid snubbing her was not at all true. For starters, Anya is incredibly busy and isn't at all that invested with her sibling's love lives. It was Ximena and her walls that kept her distant from Al's family. Ingrid is arguably the nicest of the bunch and even she had to ask Alistair if she'd offended Ximena in any way because Ximena wasn't talking to her."

These revelations seem to clarify the whole Alistair+Ximena break-up, but we feel that it's a tad bit unfair to keep talking about the young lady, especially now that she's no longer with Prince Al. How about we appreciate Al's newest relationship and finally leave poor Ximena alone. Not all break-ups need a villain. Sometimes things just don't work between two people despite both of them loving each other.

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #ts4 royalty #alistair #margeaux #ximena #mystory

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callsign-magnolia · 2 years

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 6

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

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

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

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 5 | Masterlist

I stared at the ceiling as Aaron got dressed. "Now, about that phone. I'll be keeping it when we're together, no point in you having one when I'm with you. I'll be routinely checking it for new numbers, the only ones allowed in it are the ones I've already put in." I didn't even acknowledge him, just stared at the ceiling as my dress was still bunched around my waist. "Oh baby, we'll get back to how we used to be. I promise. With Bradley out of the picture, we'll be in love just like we used to be. Who knows, I may finally give you that wedding you wanted, you still have the dress." He said as he brushed some hair out of my face, kissing my lips, which I didn't even react to. I couldn't. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I have to call work about something." He said before walking out of the bedroom door, closing it behind him.

I gasped, like him leaving the room finally allowed me to breathe. The sobs hit immediately, and I covered my face as I cried, I rolled onto my stomach. I lost my shot at getting out, and now Bradley was in the middle more than ever. We'll get back to how we used to be. "No." I muttered into the sheets. "No. No. No!" I yelled as I sobbed into the sheets. I could never love Aaron how I used to, and after being with Bradley, I never truly loved Aaron, not like I do Rooster. "I can't do this." It was spoken out loud for myself. I truly couldn't, but I had to unless I wanted to get Rooster killed.

"Hey, Penny. Can I get a beer?" I asked as she came over and handed me a beer with a smile. "And whose this?" She asked, nodding to Aaron behind me. "This is Aaron." I had to take a breath before answering. "My husband." Her face fell as she looked into my eyes, but she recovered quicky. "Penny Benjamin." She held her hand out and she gripped his hand in an iron grip as they shook. "Pleasure." Penny glared at him. "Sure." She muttered before turning and tending to her other patrons.

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"Where are your friends?" I looked around and spotted them. "Pool table, but I don't feel like going over there." He scoffed and grabbed my arm, ripping me from my seat, tucking my arm in his. We walked over and I slapped a smile on my face. "Hey, y'all!" I announced and everyone cheered, Halo pulling me into a tight hug. "Aaron, this is Halo, and Omaha. Yale and Harvard." I said gesturing to everyone. "And this is Bob, he's been my back seater through all this." I said and he shook Aaron's hand, receiving a glare. "Y'all, this is my husband Aaron." Everyone was shocked seeing as I never mentioned my love life, let alone a husband. "You're married?!" Harvard yelled and I nodded. "Been together since Junior year." The questions flooded through, Aaron making it out like we were utterly in love. I held back tears all night, but plastered a smile on my face and no one was none the wiser. That's the thing about spending years hiding your true feelings, no one ever notices.

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"And in first place..." Admiral Heatherly paused. Bob looked to me with a smirk, my face remaining neutral. "Lieutenant Wilder and Lieutenant Floyd!" A small smile grew on my face as Bob jumped up, cheering. Suddenly I was yanked out of my seat by him, and he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Thank you." I hugged him back, tightly. "You're so welcome, Bobby." We were handed the trophy and we held it up as everyone around us cheered. "I'm bummed we didn't win, but I'm not mad we lost to you two." Harvard said as him and Yale pulled us into a hug.

I looked past them and saw a familiar blonde head, I excused myself and walked over. "Hangman?" He smirked at me. "My, my, Magnolia. Truly are as beautiful as they say." I chuckled. After I initially rejected Jake he was mad and hostile, but we've bumped into each other a few times over the years and while he is incredibly frustrating, his flirting is harmless. "Well thank you, why are you here?" He chuckled. "A buddy of mine is graduating, came by to see him." I nodded, now noticing he was in his dress whites. "I will say though, I am a little surprised you came out in first place." I chuckled at his words. "Why cause I'm a girl?" He laughs. "Okay, a little." I gasped slightly on mock surprise. Suddenly a hand clasped on my shoulder and my eyes went wide, freezing. "Hey baby, whose this?" Aaron asked, I stayed stock still and thankfully Hangman stepped in.

"Oh come on, you don't remember me? We met at the gala last year. Jake Seresin, Hangman?" A bulb went off in Aarons head. "No way man!" They headed off into a conversation, allowing me to walk back over to Bob. "I can't believe you did it." I quirked a brow. "Me? Bob you're the best WSO I've had the pleasure of working with. I'm so grateful that we got put together." I said and he smiled at me. "You're husband seems to be a little protective." I shrugged, more like possessive. "Yeah, he's not a fan of my line of work. He'd rather me be behind a desk somewhere." An arm went around my shoulders and I froze. "Oh, come on babe. Don't lie to your little friends now, I'm so proud of you." He pulled me into a kiss and it took everything within me not to push him away. "I know you're caught up in the celebration, but you each have orders." I had never been more grateful to be sent into the middle of the ocean.

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"I'm giving this to you because you'll be gone. I better not find any odd numbers on the call log when you get back." I nodded, numb at this point. We spent most of last night arguing and this morning was the same. "I love you and I'll be right here when you get back." He said before pulling me into a kiss, which I didn't return. "Kiss me back or I make the call." He whispered against my lips. A few tears ran down my cheeks as I kissed him back, my arms being thrown around his shoulders. "I love you, so much." He said and I choked on a sob. "Love you too." I muttered before grabbing my bag and walking towards the plane to load up.

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I stared out at the sea, usually being on a ship brings me peace, like it's where I'm meant to be. But I'm still numb, knowing that when we get back to Miramar, I'll have to go with Aaron. "Caila." I stared out at the ocean as Bob walked up next to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded slightly. "I'm okay, Bob." He sighed and stayed quiet for a moment, playing with his dog tags, as if he was trying to avoid something. We stayed that way for a few minutes before he stood straight and moved to stand in front of me. "If you can't do this, then you need to tell me so I can find another pilot to fly with." I furrowed my brows at him. "Something's up with you, and I don't know what it is. I'm your friend Caila, but I can't get in that jet with you if you aren't all there. I can't put my life on the line that way." I nodded and took a deep breath. "So you can either get your shit together, or I can go talk to the commander and get us both pulled from this mission and jeopardize more lives." I nodded. "You're right." He stared at me. "I need to leave my problems at the door, because my actions don't just affect me." He smiled at me and I smiled back, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you, Bobby. I don't know what I'd do without you." He chuckled and hugged me back. "Be lost and not know whose behind you." I chuckled as they called us over, to get ready for take off. "You're right, Bobby. You're so right."

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The whole ride back to Buckhead I wondered. What would happed when I stopped answering Rooster and Phoenix's texts and calls. What would happen when I never showed up to Norfolk International? When I never sprinted towards Rooster? Never took those flowers he said he'd have? He would be angry with me, he would probably try to call me a million times, to a number that's already been disconnected.

I tried to imagine the hands on my waist as Rooster's, but the grip was too tight, I'd have bruises in the morning. They would match the ones on my ribs. Rooster would never leave bruises like those. Never hurt me, his bruises would be from love and making sure I enjoyed him giving them to me. I had my eyes closed, trying to imagine it was Rooster under me, moaning as his hands wandered my body. "Fuck, baby." Aaron's voice brought me back as tears fell down my face. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he came. "You take your pill?" I nodded. "Good, can't have any little shits running around." He chuckled. I slowly slid off of him, laying on my side of the bed, facing away from him. "Oh come on baby, don't be like that." He leaned over me, wrapping an arm around my chest and groping my breast.

"You're getting better. Not that good, but better." I didn't even care that he insulted me, I just laid there and ignored him. He sighed and got up, slipping his boxers back on before walking out of the bedroom. After a few minutes he came back with a glass of red wine, I'm not a fan of red. "Here, baby. Drink some, it always puts you in a better mood." He held it out to me and I avoided his gaze. "Caila." I glanced to him and saw the hard look on his face. I sat up and took the glass from him, taking a sip. It was okay, just a two buck chuck from Costco. "Good, now I'm going to take a shower." He said turning and heading for the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and I sighed, dealing with him while I'm tipsy is better than dealing with him when I'm sober. I'll just finish this glass, then go pour myself some of the Riesling I had in the fridge.

Five minutes go by before I hear a pounding on the front door, I furrowed my brows and stood, slipping on some sleep shorts and a baggy naval academy shirt. I rushed down the stairs, wine glass still in hand. Without thinking I ripped the front door open, tired of hearing whoever it was pounding on it. As soon as I saw who it was, my wine glass slipped from my hand, the red spilling all over the marble floor. "Rooster?" I gasped out as tears welled in my eyes. "No. No. NO!" I yelled stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind me, tears falling down my cheeks. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked as my chest heaved.

If Aaron saw him, it was over. He'd make a call and he'd be dead in seconds. I looked around, trying to see if I could see anyone following him but I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary on the quiet suburban street. "What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here? You should've gotten off a plane in Norfolk four days ago!" He was in distress, he looks like he hasn't been sleeping. "I have been worried sick about you! So I came down here to get you!" My breath caught in my throat. "Remember, if anything happens, I'm coming for you and I'm getting you out. You're mine now, and I'm not letting you go." He did come for me, he actually showed up. "Rooster-" "Why?" I bit my lip. "It's complicated." He shook his head and turned, running his hands through his hair. "BULLSHIT!" I jumped, he didn't yell at me, I knew he wouldn't. "Stop! You're going to wake the neighborhood!"

"Where is he?" He asked, marching up to me on the porch. I shook my head. "Rooster, no. You're not doing this." I said placing my hand on his chest. Immediately it was like my hand was on fire, in the best way. "Go home, Rooster." I said as I turned for the door, he snatched my wrist. "How can I, when home is wherever you are?" He sounded so heart broke, I turned to face him as tears slid down my cheeks. "Because I'm-" "Everything okay?" We both turned to see Melissa standing in the front yard. Only a shirt on, one of Aaron's, and barefoot as her blonde curls framed her face. "Fine, Melissa. Go home." She seemed stunned, usually I was cordial with her just to save myself the argument, but not tonight. "Hey, don't take it out on me! I just came to see what was going on." She snapped and I glared at her. "Oh my god." She muttered. "You're having an affair!" She yelled with a smirk on her face. How the hell could she know that?

"You would know all about affairs don't you, Melissa? Maybe learn to stay out of people's business." She rolled her eyes. "I stay out of people's business." My jaw dropped. "You couldn't stay out of my marriage, that's not your business." She froze and Rooster looked up at me, questioning if I wanted to do this. "Let's get this all out in the open why don't we?" I pointed at Melissa. "Rooster, this is Melissa. The same Melissa that has been sleeping with my husband since my FIRST FUCKING DEPLOYMENT!" I yelled out, pissed. I was suffering and I wanted her to suffer too. He glared at me. "Mags, come on. Let's take a breather-" "Yeah, I've been fucking him. And he's told me I'm a thousand times better than you." I rolled my eyes. "I don't give a fuck if that's what he thinks. I'd rather die than fuck him again." Rooster's head snapped up to me.

"Then divorce him." She said smirking, as if she thought I could never let him go. "I tried, he blocked it." She furrowed her brows. "He said-" I stepped past Rooster, slowly walk towards Melissa till we were face to face and barefoot in my yard. "Said what? That he'd leave me for you? Honey, I am doing you a favor and saving you from a lot of hurt right now! You should be fucking grateful!" I yelled. Suddenly arms were around my waist and I was pulled away. "Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled, elbowing Rooster in the ribs. He dropped me as the front door swung open. I looked up and saw Aaron standing in the doorway, he was smirking and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" My heart plummeted to my feet, his presence reminded me of the original reason I was trying to get Rooster to leave. "Bradshaw. Never thought you'd show up."

"Guess you underestimated me." Rooster pushed me behind him and I grabbed his bicep. "Rooster, please. Don't do this." Aaron smirked. "Yeah Rooster, don't do it." He taunted. He pulled out his phone, grinning at me. The fear made me feel like I was going to fall out, he was going to have Rooster killed on our front steps. "Aaron!" I yelled, pushing past Rooster who tried to grab me and I grabbed Aaron's arm. "Don't do this, please." I stared at him, tears running down my face, he stared at me for a beat. "God, I could never say no to you." He said placing his hand on my cheek, making me turn away as he wiped the tears off my cheek. "I'll give you ten minutes to get him out of here, but then I make the call." He whispered in my ear.

He wasn't going to leave willingly. An idea popped into my head. Willingly. I rushed inside and upstairs, into the bedroom. I went into Aaron's bedside table, pulling out the phone he got me, calling 911. "911, what's your emergency?" I stood in the bedroom, not wanting to go downstairs. "My name is Caila Wilder, and I am at 7658 Turnbrook street. I have a man outside and he's yelling and acting all kinds of crazy!" It was silent for a moment. "And do you know this man?" I sighed and rubbed my face. "Not too well, we met when I was on a trip. His name is like Bradford or something." I didn't want him in any real trouble, just away from me. "Please hurry, my husband is pissed and I don't want him getting hurt." I could hear yelling downstairs and honestly hoped Rooster would beat the shit out of Aaron, I'd bail him out any day.

"Don't worry Mrs. Wilder, I have two units en route." I sighed, "Thank you." We hung up and I went back downstairs. I took a deep breath before walking outside. Aaron was in Roosters face, "You can leave, or I can kill you right here where you stand!" I rushed forward as Rooster lunged, grabbing Aaron. "You can kill me, but I will make sure you go down with me motherfucker! YOU DON'T FUCKING DESERVE HER!" "HEY! HEY!" I stepped between them, pushing them apart. I whipped around to Aaron and felt dizzy as I did so. "Just stop, the cops are on their way." I heard Rooster chuckle and I turned and glared at him, the vertigo getting worse. "They're coming for you." I said and his face dropped. "Me? I came to get you away from this psychopath!" I grabbed my head as the everything around me spun, Rooster reaching out for me. "I don't need your help." My words started slurring.

"What the fuck?" I said as I looked to Rooster and I couldn't even see him properly. He was distorted. I felt myself sway and trip over my own feet, I fell back towards Aaron and I felt arms around me. "Hey, pretty girl. Look at me." I heard Rooster, he was closer to my face so I could see him better. I couldn't even form sentences at this point. "Hey honey, hang in there." I could hear the sirens but my eyes slowly rolled back in my head and I lost consciousness.

~~~

I turned over the next morning, groaning as the sun flowed in. "Hey baby." I tensed at his voice, wanting to sink into the mattress as he sat next to me. "You had a lot of wine last night, knocked out in the middle of arguing with Rooster." My eyes flew open, it wasn't a dream? "We have to go down to the station by noon to give our statements. Don't worry babe, we're gonna press charges and get him away from us for good." He kissed me before standing. He was in a black shirt and royal blue running shorts. "I'm going for a run before we go, I'll be gone about an hour." I nodded as he left, I waited a few minutes after the door closed and I jumped up, nausea hitting me as I did. Oh, I was definitely hung over.

I got dressed in some leggings and a baggy t-shirt before snatching my sunglasses, purse and keys off the dresser. I rushed down to my jeep and took off for the police station, trying not to puke. As I arrived I rushed in, "Is Bradley Bradshaw still here?" The officer looked up at me, wide eyed. "Mrs. Wilder glad to see you're okay. Mr. Bradshaw is still here, would you like to press the charges?" I furrowed my brows. "What charges?" He looked at the list. "Trespassing, and Assault. Those are the only two right now." I shook my head gently. "He didn't threaten or harm anyone, he didn't even yell the whole time." Well, that was a lie and hopefully one I could keep in the dark.

"Look, I just want to get him out. How much is his bail?" The officer told me and I paid it, five hundred dollars later. They went and got him, I paced in the lobby as I waited. "Here's your phone." The officer glared at him as Rooster snatched his phone. He slowly came down the stairs, staring at his phone as he did. He looked up, his face softening upon seeing me. I figured he would storm past me, deciding to walk to pick up his truck at the impound lot but instead he rushed over, gathering me in his arms. "Thank god, you're okay." He held me, and I should've immediately pushed him away but I decided to be selfish for a minute. I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his intoxicating scent as he buried his face in my hair. "God, you scared me last night." I pulled back, my arms still around him as he cradled my face. "What happened after I passed out?"

"Mags?" Rooster called out, still cradling Magnolia in his arms. The officers pulled into the driveway, Rooster turned with Magnolia in his arms. "Hey! We need an ambulance!" Both officers pointed their guns at him. "Sir, put the woman down." Rooster furrowed his brows. "Put her down!" The other officer yelled, motioning for him to put her down. He complied, gently laying her on the ground. He slowly stood back up with his hands raised. "What'd you do to her?" They asked as one cuffed his hands behind his back. "Nothing! I'd never hurt her." One officer scoffed. They walked him over to the cruiser, and as he turned he saw Aaron bent over her body, brushing the hair from her face. He was livid, watching Aaron play the caring husband he should've been to begin with.

"Sir, do you still want us to call an ambulance?" They asked, looking over to Aaron who had now picked you up in his arms, struggling. "No, she had a glass of wine. She's a real lightweight." Rooster furrowed his brows, Magnolia was a lightweight but more of a two drinks in and she's giggly lightweight. This was something else, then he remembered she dropped a half a glass of wine when she opened the door. "He put something in her drink." He said looking at the officer, who furrowed his brows. "He put something in her fucking drink!" Rooster yelled. They rolled their eyes and forced him into the cruiser.

Tears welled in my eyes, I felt so bad to put him through that but he's standing here alive because I did. "Um, thank you. For trying to get help." He brushed my hair back, and I took a step back. "Rooster, this has to stop." He ran his hands over his face. "I can't just quit you." I was wringing my hands together. "Well, you're gonna have to. I can't do this Rooster, it was just some pipe dream. Being with you, it can never happen. I belong here with Aaron, not you." He looked hurt, and it broke my heart. "I'll give you a ride to the impound lot for the Bronco, but after that all communication is gone." He scoffed. "Is that why you changed your number? And won't talk to me or Phoenix?" I swallowed, hating myself for spitting out the next words. "Yeah, Aaron doesn't like you guys. I have to respect that." He scoffed. "Like he respects you enough to not fuck your neighbor because apparently you can't satisfy him?" I bit my lip, that hurt but it was good, he was angry. "I lead you on Rooster, you were just some boytoy I was chasing, thinking you were better than Aaron. You're not." He looked hurt as he stormed past me. "I'll walk to the fucking impound lot." I stood there as I felt my heart break. I cried as I walked out to my jeep, seeing him walk down the street. I started it up and blew past him, sobbing my heart out as I headed home.

As I got home Aaron had come out of the shower. "I heard from a little birdie you went down to the station." I bit my lip, scared of what was to come next. "You bailed him out." I nodded. "Why?" I looked up at him. "Because he didn't actually do anything." I felt his hand strike me across the face, knocking me into the couch which I caught myself on. "HE'S THE PROBLEM FOR EVERYTHING!" He screamed at me. "LIKE YOU WEREN'T THE ONE TO STEP OUT ON THIS MARRIAGE FIRST!" His hand wrapped around me throat, squeezing just enough. "I took care of that problem, Melissa won't be coming around anymore." He said before letting me go, shoving me backwards into the couch table, knocking a candle over. "Clean that shit up." He demanded as I straightened myself up. "Always breaking shit." I heard him mutter as he disappeared into the kitchen.

~~~

"CAILA!" I jumped, smudging my mascara in the mirror. What did I do now? It's been a month since Rooster showed up, and exactly three weeks since it was realized, Melissa was missing. It was like she walked right out her door, no one can find her. I wiped my face and walked downstairs, "Everything okay?" I asked. He was squatting on the floor by the couch. He stood and turned to me. "I got you something." He said giving me a smile, one I haven't seen since we first started dating. He shifted to the side and the most adorable puppy ran towards me. It was all black with beautiful blue eyes. "Oh, hi!" I cheered as I got in the floor. The puppy ran up, trying to chew my hands as I pet it. "It's a girl, I figured you could name her."

I grabbed her and stood. "Oh, you're perfect." I looked at her paws. "My god! You're gonna be a big girl!" I said as she licked my face. "Not really, she's a mini great dane." I furrowed my brows. "Um, these are as big as bear paws. But don't worry, you'll grow into them!" I said as she squirmed in my arms. She already stood a foot tall, head to paw, she'll be a big girl. "Should we go to the pet store?" Aaron asked and I nodded. "Yes!" I rushed forward and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you." He nodded and grabbed my hand, leading us out to my jeep and to the pet store, where we spent so much money on dog beds, collar and leash, toys, training gear and a crate.

~~~

"Dahlia, no!" I said as I snatched my top from her. "No, ma'am. You know better!" I scolded, she just hung her head and crawled into her crate. I pushed the door to be closed but never latched it. Dahlia is a handful at three months, she chews everything in sight and her toys only work for so long. She's definitely a super chewer and that means no soft toys, only durable ones. There was a knock on my dressing room door. "Come in." The door opened and Jameson stood there, tear tracks down his face and bloodshot eyes. "She call you?" He nodded. I rushed over and pulled his tall frame into a hug. "Why would she do this to me?" I shook my head. "Because she's an idiot for letting you go." He squeezed me as I rubbed his back.

Josephine, the girl who snagged my brothers heart three years ago. He proposed when we were all at dinner three nights ago, in the middle of a tour my mother all but forced me to join. She not only turned him down, but admitted she never loved him to begin with. Jameson, while being a tall and well built man, eight years older than me, has always been in touch with his emotions. He has no problem expressing his emotions, especially with me. We've been close since I was born, he was my best friend, my protector, and now it was my turn to protect him. He stood back and I wiped his eyes. "Come on J, I know it hurts but this proves she wasn't worth it, even if it doesn't feel that way now. It's gonna take a while, but I'm here every step of the way." He chuckled and sat on the couch in my dressing room, Dahlia coming out of her cage to prop herself against his knees, wanting attention. "It's hard to imagine that we hated each other as kids." I chuckled. "I wanted to play barbies, you wanted to ride bikes with your friends."

It wasn't till J turned sixteen and started driving that we got along. I covered for him when he snuck out, he brought me along with his friends. Plus seeing his friends and him spend time with his kid sister, caught the attention of many girls because it was 'sweet'. "Did you really not like her?" I shrugged. "In the beginning I did, but as time went on, I wasn't a fan. You didn't see it, but we saw how she treated you. That necklace you bought her for Christmas last year?" He nodded. "You know she had the gall to complain to me about it, asking me why it didn't have more diamonds?" He rolled his eyes. "I really am sorry J." He nodded. "Me too."

I furrowed my brows, "Why?" He sat there for a minute, just petting Dahlia as she rested her head on his knee. "For not getting you out." I pursed my lips. "I should've ran him off when I first noticed. But I thought, 'She's a big girl now, doesn't need her big brother to protect her.' Maybe I should've, now you're stuck." I scoffed and sat next to him on the couch, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I'll always need my big brother, you're my best friend J." He chuckled and squeezed me into a side hug. "She's restless." He said watching Dahlia. "Yeah, it's been about two hours since I walked her. I'll finish my hair and makeup before I take her." He nodded and left as I placed curls in my hair. My makeup was shimmery, bright. Over the time since I left for Top gun, I wrote so many songs and even recorded them in my off time. Mom offered for me to tour with her to get me away from Aaron, which I jumped at. He's been acting weird lately, nice one minute then mean the next.

Of course when I agreed, I didn't realize she would force me on stage. Jameson took the first opening spot so I would have more time between him and mom. We were in Austin, Texas. It was a sold out stadium and it was nerve wracking. We had four hours until the show started, plenty of time to wear Dahlia out. We walked around the venue, her using the bathroom as soon as we got outside, thank god she learns fast. We walked back inside and passed by one of the back entrances. "Come on man, I know her!" I stopped, hearing a familiar voice. "You're not on my list, you don't come in." I heard Mark, our head of security said. "I served with her man!" No way. I stepped around the corner with Dahlia on my heels to see Hangman and a blonde girl with him.

"Hangman?" His head snapped up and he smirked before motioning to me. "See!" He said as Mark crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you doing here?" He was in his khakis, giving me that million dollar smile. "Brought my sister, Laura here to see the show." He said motioning to the blonde girl with him. She gave me a small wave, standing kind of behind Hangman. I gave her a big smile and waved back. "No tickets?" He stepped closer. "No, it was last minute. Her birthday plans fell through." He said lowly and I nodded. "Well come on then." I said motioning them to follow me. "Mrs. Wilder," I cringed at the name. "Motley, Mark. They're friends and they're fine." I said sternly.

I motioned them to follow me, walking back inside. "So, you're touring now?" I nodded. "Just until I get another assignment. Mom kind of forced me to join." He chuckled. "And that husband of yours?" I shrugged. "Home, he doesn't like being on the road. I love it." Hangman nodded. "Well Magnolia, this is my older sister Laura." She smiled at me and shook my hand. "I always knew you gave off little brother energy Hangman." Laura laughed. "He's the youngest." I smirked at him. "Aw, da wittle baby!" He gave me an award winning grin. "So, since it's your birthday, how about we go pester my brother?" Laura stalled. "Oh, I don't know. I'd hate to bother him." I chuckled. "He needs the distraction, come on." I grabbed her hand and led her to J's dressing room.

I pounded on the door, in hopes I startled him. The door swung open, "What the hell do you want?" He asked dramatically. "I came to introduce some friends of mine." I said leaning on the door frame. "J, this is Hangman, we served together, and this is is older sister Laura." I smiled at him and noticed the look in his eyes. "H-hi, I'm Jameson." She giggled as he grabbed her hand kissing it. I looked to Hangman with raised brows, he stared at me then to them and back to me. Immediately the struck up a conversation, Laura taking J's arm and walking away. "Did that-" "Yep." I finished for Hangman. "I'm surprised," Hangman glared at me. "Stop. J proposed to his last girlfriend three days ago, I'm surprised he became that infatuated with a woman that quick." Hangman crossed his arms over his chest. "She's not a rebound." I nodded. "I doubt she will be, but I'll make sure of it."

~~~

It's been three weeks since the show in Houston, we were in Virginia Beach, and Jameson and Laura have been talking non-stop. He actually just got back from visiting her. "Caila, she's so sweet and amazing." I smiled at him. "I'm glad you like her, J. I really am glad." He had a huge grin on his face. "I like her a lot." I chuckled as we split off, me going to my dressing room to get ready. I had half of my hair clipped up in a pile on my head while I curled the bottom half, when there was a knock on my door. "Come in." I was in the attached bathroom when the door opened, out of my sight. "Caila, someone's here to see you." My mom said making me quirk a brow. Who the hell could it be? We were in Virginia Beach and there was a huge Navy presence here, could be anyone.

"Okay, I'll be out in a second." I said as I adjusted the bedazzled bustier I was going to wear on stage. I slid on the cropped denim shorts before walking out, I wasn't sure who I expected. But Rooster was not it. My heart raced as I stopped in the doorway, staring at him. His back was to me as he pet Dahlia through her cage. I admired him for a moment, he had a hair cut but his curls were still prominent, his faded jeans clung to his legs. But of course, his Hawaiian shirt flowed around him, showing the muscles in his biceps, the same ones I launched myself into when he arrived in San Francisco. I wanted to just stare at him, stay in this peace, because I knew it would end in a matter of minutes.

I leaned on the doorway as he stood and turned, catching my eye. "Hey." I whispered and he gave me a small smile. "Hi." Silence filled the air and yet it was not uncomfortable. We stared at each other me playing with my fingers, him with his hands in his pockets. "You, uh, you look good." I smiled at him. Trying to make it seem like I'm okay, when in reality I only am because I haven't seen Aaron in five weeks. "Thanks, you look good too." God he did, he was a little more tan since I last saw him but that mustache never changed. "So, you're performing now?" I nodded. "Until I get an assignment." He nodded. "And Aaron?" I sighed, knowing this conversation would take a turn. "Seattle for some seminar, he doesn't like being on the road anyway." He bit his lip. "Rooster?" He looked to me and I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes, one I had to crush.

"Why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Your mom invited me to see the show and give me some pictures." He held them out to me. There were two, one was a man who looked almost exactly like Rooster, and a blonde woman. They both had huge grins on their faces as the woman had something in her hand, upon closer inspection I saw it was two pregnancy tests. My mom was standing next to the woman, looking like she was jumping up and down with excitement. "Are-are these your parents?" He nodded. "My dad Nick and my mom Carol." A smile grew on my face. "You could be your dads twin." I looked up at him, he was standing a little behind me, looking at the picture. "But I meant, why are you here in my dressing room?" I asked as I flipped to the second picture. It was my parents wedding, and Nick and Carol were handing my beaming mother a little baby.

"I wanted to talk to you." I inhaled deeply as I handed him the pictures and sat in my chair, putting some space between us. "What about?" He licked his lips as he stared at the pictures. "Why did you really not come to Norfolk?" I pursed my lips, staring at my hands. "You know, I wasn't popular in school. Guys never really paid me much mind. But Aaron did, first thing he called me was beautiful." I looked up at him to see him staring at me. "I had never been called that by a guy. It made me giddy. Our relationship was great until it wasn't, but by that time I was in so deep. I love him, a lot." I wanted to vomit as the words left my mouth. "When I called you that weekend in San Francisco, it was a moment of weakness. Aaron and I were going through a rough patch, and I sought comfort from the only person who I know would give it without a second thought."

He looked hurt at my words. "That's all you were Rooster, just someone who would hold me while I thought my marriage was falling apart." He sat on the couch in the dressing room, holding his head in his hands. "I led you on Rooster," I said as I stood and walked over, crouching in front of him and resting my hand on his knee. It's like my hand caught on fire in the best way. "I led you on, and I am so sorry because I never wanted to hurt you." I said as tears slid down my face. He looked up at me, sadness and tears in his eyes. "I would've let you keep leading me on if it meant you were mine." He laid his hand over mine on his knee. "Rooster, it will never happen, and until you realize that you're just gonna keep hurtin'." He stood, intertwining his fingers behind his head.

"Why not me? Am I not-" "Don't you dare ask me if you're not good enough, Bradley." He stared at me as I glared in return. "Listen to me. You are a wonderful man, you have such a big heart, you care, you're kind, and you fight so hard for things you want. I just met Aaron first, and fell in love with him." He had tears running down his face. "He gives me what I need." He dropped his hands. "You really know how to spin a lie, Mags." I furrowed my brows. "He gives you what he thinks you need. Living in a loveless marriage, that's not you." I pursed my lips. "My marriage isn't loveless." His face was turning red from frustration. Good, he'll see how difficult I am and hopefully stay away. "You said so yourself that first night at Phoenix's!" He spoke loudly but didn't yell. I rubbed my face. "I was lost Rooster, you showed me attention and I ate it up." He scoffed. "Did you know Aaron is the only guy I've ever been with in anyway? First boyfriend, first kiss, first everything. First guy to ever show me attention that wasn't to laugh at me."

His face fell. "In the airport, it was a moment between us. You asked why I never arrived in Norfolk, it's because after you left I realized. I realized I could never leave Aaron! I love him, he loves me. Why would I throw that away for you Rooster?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. "So, I'm not good enough." I had to hurt him, it was the only way. "I've tried to be nice Rooster, but no, you're not. You will never be good enough for me!" I yelled. "Get out! Goddammit, get out Rooster! I am tired of this fucking back and forth with you! I don't want you, I never truly have, and I never will!" The look on his face made me sick, "You mean it?" I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don't love you Rooster, get that through your thick fucking head and get out before I call security and have you tossed out." I couldn't look at him, I would give in if I did. After a moment I heard the door open and slam shut.

"You gave me that attention, it was new and quite frankly, a breath of fresh air. But I love him, Rooster. He treats me the way I deserve." He stormed over and grabbed my arms firmly, not tight but enough to hold me still. "And beating the shit out of you is what you deserve?" I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say. "Yeah, I know. I saw the bruises on your legs when I showed up that night. I know what he does to you." I pursed my lips. "And don't you ever say you deserve it." He grabbed my face in his hands. "I can and will give you everything you truly deserve. All you have to do is let me help you." I shoved his hands off my face. "God, just stop Rooster! It would never work, I-I'm too high maintenance for you!" I was spewing stuff to try and get him to leave. "Bullshit!" I scoffed. "I'm serious! You've seen me outside of uniform. The dresses, the jewelry, the shoes!" "You hate shoes, you'd rather be barefoot." I pursed my lips. "I don't love you. I never did."

I thought I would be okay but as I finished my hair the tears started. As I finished my hair the sobs hit and I could hardly support myself. I crawled over to the couch and laid on it, sobbing into a blanket I brought. "Caila?" Jameson rushed over, grabbing my shoulders. "What's wrong? I just saw Rooster and he was pissed, he was crying." I couldn't breathe let alone speak as I sobbed. "Caila! Hey, come on!" He sat me up, leaning my over his lap and rubbed my back as one hand ran through my hair. We sat like that for a few minutes before I could breathe. "What the hell, Caila." I sniffled as I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I love him, J." He stopped all movements, shocked. "Rooster?" I nodded as I sobbed. It took me a few more minutes before I calmed down completely. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course, I kept all your secrets over the years." I inhaled deeply. "You remember when Mom brought my jeep out to San Francisco?" I felt him nod. "After she left, I spoke to Rooster. He told me he would do anything for me. I asked him to fly out and he did. We spent that weekend together." "Caila, did you have an affair with him?" I nodded. "We never slept together but I was basically yeah, I did. He gave me my gold necklace and told me he loved me in the airport." I heard J sigh. "I called him and told him I loved him too. After Top gun I was gonna come home, file for divorce and catch a flight to Norfolk, where Rooster was going to pick me up from the airport and I was going to be with him."

"What changed?" I bit my lip. "Aaron found out and blocked the divorce." I couldn't tell him that Aaron was having Rooster followed, hell he probably already knows which made me nervous. "I had to make him think I didn't care, J. It broke my heart to see him so hurt." He kissed my head before sitting me up. "You hurt yourself in the process." I nodded as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I don't know what you're in Caila, but you can't keep doing this to yourself." I just leaned my head on his shoulder, not wanting to tell him anymore.

After two hours I was show ready. Denim shorts, my bedazzled bustier, and black and rhinestone fringe jacket. I walked over towards the stage, Jameson already out performing. I grabbed a water from the table by the stage and looked for my dad. I looked over and saw him talking to Rooster. I took a deep breath and walked over with a smile on my face, my burgundy lipstick making my teeth look whiter. "Hey, sweetie." Dad said as I walked over. "Hi, daddy." He looked to Rooster. "I don't know if your mother told you, but we invited Rooster." I smiled and nodded, that southern courtesy coming through. "She didn't, but we have seen each other already." And I was so awful to him. "Mrs. Wilder," I cringed at the name and turned to see Josh, he's the one who keeps me on time. "Two minutes and your on." I nodded and turned to my dad. "Better go take our place in the crowd then." Dad said to Rooster. "Not gonna watch from the crowd for, J?" I teased and dad chuckled. "Nope, I've seen your brother perform many times. But it's not every day my little girl is on stage." He said poking my cheek, I rolled my eyes but laughed anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I got you something. It was supposed to be ready before your first show but there were some delays in getting it." From a box behind him he pulled out a snow white Stetson, with a rhinestone band. I gasped as he handed it to me. "Oh my god, it's beautiful daddy!" I hugged him tightly. "Thank you!" I squealed as I handed it back. "Would you do the honors?" He nodded and placed the hat on my head, it was a perfect fit. "Did you measure my head in my sleep or somethin'? It fits perfectly." He smirked and sipped on the whiskey he had. "Of course not." I chuckled. "Your mother did." I smacked his arm as he chuckled. "ONE MINUTE!" I shook my hands out. "Wish me luck!" Dad kissed my cheek and I smiled at Rooster who pursed his lips, watching the entire interaction. "Enjoy the show Rooster." He nodded as I turned and ran for the platform under the stage.

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grimmbitty · 5 months

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Handmade DC intro title card for a Shazam film that I made up!!⚡️

This post is kinda interesting because I have not tried my hand at video editing in a while. I’m hoping to get one of my friends to help me install photoshop on my computer so I can remake this sequence with actual 3D assets. But for now? They’re hand drawn in procreate.

I thought I would share some behind the scenes of how I made this for anyone who might be interested in doing something similar! :D

[ Behind the Scenes Info Below ⬇️ ]

Okay so I decided to make this intro as kinda like a “ooh what if I made my own Shazam film? How would I do the opening DC title? I would want it to be like a dark and spooky night, then have the camera be panning down through the clouds. Then I could easily transition into the opening scene because that takes place during a dark and stormy night. OOoOoO.”

But first, in order to do that I had to make modifications to the DC logo. I didn’t want to use any premade 3D assets they had; I wanted to make my own. However, I don’t currently have photoshop, so I had to improvise and make a 2D logo kinda look 3D with some extra layers and shading tricks. I did this in procreate, but any art app will do really. Just keep your preferred perspective in mind.

Then after I was done with making sure my perspective was all good and in check I then proceeded to decorate the hell out of the logo with a bunch of clipping masks lol. I just slapped a bunch of different things on there. Some lense flares, some random brushes, some multiply layers, whatever. I didn’t really have a plan in mind when I did this I just kinda went with the vibes.

Then after that I made another file where I just worked on the little sparkle effect that I added in. For the sparkle effect I just picked like a default brush in procreate that looked pretty and then animated it to do a little slide across the letter “D”.

Next, I did some work on the backgrounds. I made sure to have really “tall” files so that way I could make them slide down in my video editor. This kinda gives that vibe that we are descending through the clouds, hopefully towards an establishing shot, for our opening scene, for our fake movie.

I made two parts for this. One animated background where I changed to opacity of the backlight for each frame to kinda give the illusion that lightning was peaking through the clouds. The second was just some clouds that I was gonna overlay on top of the DC logo, so it just felt more like everything was in the scene together.

I would provide video examples of this, but tumblr only allows me to upload one video per post. And if you’re wondering what brushes I used to this? I just googled “Procreate free cloud brushes” and downloaded the top result.

The ones I’m using are made by an artist named DI, and I got them off of gumroad. Info for their socials provided in the third image below.

And then once I had all of those assets together I just edited them all together in a program called HitFilm Express. I used to like it a lot since it’s free, and I used to use it to edit YouTube videos. That was back when I used to upload my Minecraft videos with my friends online lol. However, recently HitFilm has put a lot of features I used to use behind a paywall so :/. I’m probably going to look for alternatives sometime soon.

Normally I don’t mind being restricted in some sense for a free program, but they disabled the ability to fade clips in and out, and I think that’s a vital tool. It’s a shame to see it locked behind a paywall because I used it in pretty much all my projects.

And lastly the audio! I just found free to use clips of rain sounds, thunder claps, and then some ambient music. The track you can hear in this short clip is the intro to the song Redeye - Green House (1994). The artist is also known as Tobias Beldermann if any of you guys were curious where I got that from.

Buttttt yeah! That’s about all I have for showing you guys how I made my little 5 second clip. I’m not really one who’s qualified to make “tutorials” in any sense, because most of what I post online is just me dicking around and having fun, so I don’t want to be super serious. But, I also like showing my process just so if anyone out there is maybe interested in doing something similar, well then they have some ideas for where to start.

Anyways, if you guys want to read my first couple scenes for my Shazam story Shazam:City of Brotherly Love I’m going to link it here.

It’s still a work in progress, and if I end up doing any edits I’m just going to make them to the the post itself. Just because it’s not really worth it to me, posting almost identical chapters/scenes over, and over again lol.

Okiii byyeee!! I hope you enjoyed!! ~✨

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woodrokiro · 1 year

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Do It For the Band, Part Seven (fic)

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: When Tatsuki said she wanted their sophomore album to be the next Rumours, this is NOT what she meant. Band AU. Read Part One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.

The shit goes down in Osaka, infamously coded by the group in years to come as “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia (Osaka).”

But Tatsuki’s getting ahead of herself.

Really: it started with a photoshoot.

—

They’re barely managing to slap together a sophomore album when Urahara tells them he booked a photoshoot for the album’s cover in Kyoto.

Everyone stares.

“What? It’ll be fun.” Uraha titters behind his fan, tapping it lightly against his chin. “You’ll be over in Osaka an hour away anyway, and I’ve got a photographer friend that will give me a good price over there. We’ll kill two birds with one stone!”

“Do we need to pose for the cover?” Ichigo scoffs, but Tatsuki can see a light blush dusting his cheeks. She knows the loser hates taking pictures for anything. “What was wrong with just having a simple illustration cover, like we did for Soul Vibes?”

“While the cover for Soul Vibes was… Nice, I think it’s time everyone sees your faces in more than just the shows. A simple white circle on a black background just doesn’t help the team’s marketability. You’re getting bigger, hopefully fans will start recognizing you when, say, you’re grabbing a coffee. People connect more when they see you, become bigger fans, buy more albums: repeat. Besides, Kurosaki: you’re telling me you don’t potentially want to be a sex symbol—”

“That is the opposite of what I want.”

Tatsuki raises her hand. “I, in fact, would like to be a sex symbol.”

“Tatsuki, please. Look, I’m just saying that’s… I don’t know. I like that we’re sort of underground, and I don’t really think that’s our vibe.”

“Wasn’t it you, Ichigo, that was advocating for a change in this album in the first place?” Rukia has piped up from the quiet of her corner, and Ichigo’s head whips so fast he nearly has a neck injury. “I mean… Wasn’t it you that said our last was ‘static’?”

“Well yeah, but that was more a reflection of the music—”

“Of course. But if we’re trying to go for a comprehensive new and dynamic album… Doesn’t the cover — the first thing audiences will see when buying it at the store, or playing it in Spotify — go along with that?”

“... I guess, but I just think having our picture on there is so…”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of having your picture taken?”

“I’m not scared of having my picture taken.”

“Then it’s settled. Urahara: call up your friend, see what kind of ideas they have for looks, inspiration, etcetera.”

Ichigo’s got a hardened jaw for the rest of the afternoon, but Tatsuki saw just a glimmer of a spark in Rukia’s eye having won and she thinks: Maybe this means it’s getting back to normal.

—

It doesn’t get back to normal.

A week later they’re at a bus stop in front of some traditional Kyoto ryokans with a weirdo photographer named Shinji Hirako, sweating bullets in the summer humidity, and it’s become very clear Urahara is Capitalizing On The Situation.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”

“Too bad you’re not the one decidin’.” Shinji lazily brings his hands to his face, making a mock-camera shot at Ichigo with his fingers. “Hmm, yeah. Let’s try that.”

“Not to agree with Ichigo… But I do. Why are he and I so close together while Tatsuki and Chad are off to the side?”

“Doesn’t look good, having the four of you bunched together like a preschool picture. And if you’re all equidistant, it looks like you’re an early 2000’s boy band. Besides,” Shinji points at the pair doing everything but looking at each other. “Aren’t you two the frontman and frontwoman?”

“That’s not… That doesn’t mean our team isn’t important—”

“Oh my god.” Tatsuki snaps from the allocated short distance away. “Neither of you have asked what Chad and I want during this entire shoot, so don’t even play that card. You know what we want, at this point? Air conditioning. It’s our last shot and he’s not budging. Get over it so we can go back to our hotel.”

Ichigo grumbles as he settles himself onto the bus bench next to Rukia, where the pianist is nervously playing with the hem of her dress. It’s a white sundress with dainty, tied bow straps at the shoulders - so Rukia it hurts, and the way the sunlight hits the cloth leaves Tatsuki knowing that earlier shots in the day probably turned out breathtaking. Ichigo’s dressed just as simply, in dark jeans and a black t-shirt - but the two strangely compliment one another.

As much as they’re putting up a fuss: Tatsuki can see why Shinji wants a shot of them side by side.

The problem is Shinji wants them to look at each other.

“Could ya please quit being big babies? What’re we, middle schoolers?” Shinji mutters under his breath. The two are side-eyeing each other nervously through a couple of shots, and the photographer sighs.

“Okay, let’s do this. Look straight ahead at the camera for a couple shots — but on the count of three, fully look at each other. Deal? Arright. One, two… Three.”

Tatsuki doesn’t see the shots until later, but even from behind Rukia: she doesn’t need to.

It’s amazing, how many expressions she watches her best friend morph through in a matter of mere milliseconds: nervous trepidation, embarrassed stubbornness, alarm (at which point she thinks Rukia’s eyes met his), and then… Where has she seen that face he’s making before…?

When he first saw her perform for them, that day at the coffee shop.

… Shit. The poor idiot is in deeper than she realized.

Everything is in slow motion as the camera clicks, even though Tatsuki’s barely in the shot and she doesn’t know how she suddenly has hypersensitive hearing but she swears she hears Rukia’s shaky exhale. Ichigo’s mouth parts, and he’s about to say something and Tatsuki swears she’s watching a movie and he starts to make a soft “Ru-” sound when—

Someone else from across the street yells her name first.

The spell is broken, and Ichigo shifts away with an unreadable expression as Rukia gets up, dusting her skirt off with one hand as she waves at a red-haired stranger with the other.

“Renji!” Rukia turns to everyone, smiling jovially but failing miserably at hiding her fluster. The man begins to cross the street toward them. “Ah, sorry everyone — Renji is a good friend of mine. I told him we’d finish early so we could catch a meal together… Went a little later than I realized. Shinji-san, are we finished here?”

“Very presumptuous of you, Rukia-chan… But yeah, I think so.” Shinji flips through his camera, appearing as bored as ever. “Great job, team. A pleasure workin’ with ya.”

Rukia’s gone by the time he even finishes, and Ichigo is up and going…

Tatsuki’s not sure exactly where, but it’s the exact opposite direction of wherever the pianist and her friend are headed.

—

None of the stars seemed to be aligned for that show in Osaka.

Not to say that it was really a change from the schedule, but for one: Tatsuki is hungover. So is Orihime, as a matter of fact — which is a slight abnormality, considering her girlfriend’s superhuman ability to absorb alcohol like a sponge. Chad, for once, is running late. Urahara is flitting from one place to another as usual, but wearing an unusually somber expression.

If it were all of these factors alone, the drummer would chalk it up to a weird night. Blame it on some retrograde, laugh and shrug it off later with the gang, tell everyone to sleep it off so they can get back to work. Onwards and upwards.

The only difference is, when she walks into the backstage lounge, 1. Ichigo is deadly calm tuning his guitar on one of the sofas, and 2. Rukia is standing over him seething.

Granted, Tatsuki has seen Rukia exhibit a whole spectrum of negative emotions when it comes to Ichigo. By now, she has seen her irked, hurt, exasperated, annoyed, aggravated, heartbroken, miffed, disgruntled — just to name a few. She’s even sure that she’s seen her angry in the past few weeks but not… Not like this. If Ichigo looked up and met her gaze, Tatsuki’s sure the rage boiling in her eyes could very well kill him.

The two are silent and still as a portrait, and it becomes abundantly clear that the reason they’ve halted their conversation is because the drummer walked in.

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening,” Tatsuki holds her hands up, “but if you’re gonna fight or whatever it is you’re doing, I’m giving you ten minutes to settle it. When I’m back this will not be carried into the show.”

(Spoiler alert: it definitely carries into the show, but really. How was Tatsuki supposed to know that?)

Rukia nods curtly, her glare never leaving Ichigo.

Whatever.

Tatsuki walks off to find Urahara talking with Orihime about the venue’s soundboard.

“Yo. What’s the deal with the two nutheads this time?”

Urahara sighs. “Unfortunately I don’t know anything, Tatsuki-chan.”

“That’s a first.”

“Ha-ha. Neither have said anything to me. I’m getting the same silent treatment you probably are.”

She rolls her eyes, turns to leave and attempts to shrug it off when Urahara suddenly pipes up: “Might have something to do with Rukia’s male friend visiting backstage to drop off some flowers, but I can’t be sure.”

The way that her manager stresses the word “male” is not lost on her, and she curses.

Great. Just great.

—

The thing you gotta know about this night in Osaka: it’s not a bad show by any means. It may even just be their best yet.

That’s not why it’s so infamous, though.

Truth be told, Ichigo and Rukia are barely able to pull themselves together before the start. Rukia is silently steaming putting on makeup until the last second, drawing on a rare red lip and cat eyeliner with a deadly precision. Ichigo’s stomping about, huffing and puffing at everyone when he can’t find something he needs and it is, in fact, right behind him. The two are clearly steering clear of each other for the sake of the group, but their rage keeps drawing them both closer and closer together.

If it wasn’t for the fact that smoking makes her performance shoddy, Tatsuki would’ve finished a huge bowl right now.

Still, she tries to focus. Pecks Orihime on the lips before rolling her wrists and shoulders, as ready as ever to rock out. Winks at Chad. Tries to ignore her other two idiot bandmates.

And then they’re on.

The first few songs are good. Not really the best part of their performance, but they’re not supposed to be. They’re all in the groove with each other, so in sync per usual that she grins over at Chad like see? We’re fine, everything’s fine— Until the last song: Sun and Moon.

They usually close on it, considering it’s their most popular — and it’s certainly the one Ichigo and Rukia perform best on. It really gets the electric energy out there, and during these weird times it’s the one chance she sees Ichigo and Rukia really enjoying themselves: like all is well, like there’s nothing at all wron—

And then Ichigo comes in too soon on his guitar. On Rukia’s verse.

For the non-technical ear: no one even notices it. She’s not exactly sure whether it was intentional. From the wild-eyed look Ichigo shoots Rukia: evidently not. But then from the corner of her eye she sees Rukia look back, evident betrayal written all over her face.

How could you? It asks.

And Ichigo — proud, stupid, heartbroken Ichigo — shifts his look of embarrassment to a stubborn clench of his jaw quicker than anything she’s ever seen. What’re you going to do about it? It gloats back.

Rukia, to her credit, gets through the snafu flawlessly. She sings louder, more abrasive in a way that compliments the song like a true musician. Tatsuki hopes no one can see the pianist’s tears trying their best to keep at bay, but even if they can — it matches the vibe of the song, and the crowd’s going apeshit.

The band thought they wanted to lay their hearts bare on the stage, but really at what cost?

The song is over before they know it, the venue is crazy with applause, and they all exit the stage as swiftly as they can.

—

Tatsuki takes some deep breaths before nodding at Chad in a here I go manner and moving toward the dressing room where she knows bloodshed is happening. When she enters, she doesn’t even flinch at the shouts upon opening the door.

“ —can’t believe you did that to me, that was so unprofessional Ichigo—”

“It wouldn’t have happened had we practiced more!”

“What are you talking about? I was there for every rehearsal!”

“Yeah but it all revolved on your schedule, right? Couldn’t be bothered to schedule anything without Rukia’s okay.” Ichigo’s changing his shirt like it stung him, but Rukia doesn’t blink.

“Look who’s talking! You’re the one who considers himself king of the group.”

“Being a leader is different from thinking you’re still totally separate from us. Messaging Urahara songs without talking to us, leaving photoshoots when you feel like it, bringing your boyfriend backstage whenever you want—”

“He is not my boyfriend—”

“Well whatever he is—”

“And need I remind you that you messaged songs to Urahara too? That you were the one that asked Inoue-san out in front of all of us?!”

Tatsuki tries to cut in. “All right guys, you had your screaming match, break it up—”

“Oh, like that really even mattered to you? Just fucking stop, Rukia. You’ve made it clear you don’t give a shit about me!”

The room goes silent, save for Rukia’s sharp inhale. No one moves. Tatsuki 1000% wishes she wasn’t there.

Ichigo’s face, reddened with fury, drains only a little at the realization of his slip up.

He clears his throat. “The band. It’s clear you don’t care about the band.”

The pianist’s hands ball up in fists. “You think I don’t care about…?”

“Could’ve fooled me otherwise.”

Tatsuki steps forward when Rukia drops her head, hair in her face. “Ichigo, that’s enough—”

“Helloooo team~”

Urahara’s voice comes on over the crackling two way intercom, making everyone nearly jump out of their skin. Ichigo mutters a “Jesus Christ” as he rubs his face, and Rukia silently moves to the corner of the room, presumably to wipe off her makeup. Tatsuki presses the monitor button that allows them to communicate with their manager from backstage.

“Urahara, now’s not really a good time,” she tries to keep her voice level while looking at the two who seem to be pretending the other doesn’t exist. “Maybe tonight you can spare us the closing pep talk—”

“They’re asking for an encore.”

Tatsuki’s full attention shifts back to the intercom, and she feels rather than sees the other two do the same.

“... Um. Okay?”

“What do you guys have ready?”

“Shit. Shit shit shit uh—”

“We don’t have anything for them, you know that.” Ichigo’s next to Tatsuki in a heartbeat, and she can’t lie: she’s a bit relieved that he’s not choosing this moment to play big dumb hero. “We just got done with the second album, but it’s not like we’ve practiced them enough.”

“That’s definitely something you all should’ve made a priority, but I don’t have time to scold you about it now. You don’t have anything? What about a cover or —”

“I have something, then.” Rukia announces quietly from her corner. Her face is wiped completely of its makeup, clean and pretty. “It’s not… It’s a cover I’ve been practicing by myself.”

Ichigo huffs, ready to snowball back into his earlier argument. “Cool. You didn’t think to tell us or—”

“Ichigo, shut the fuck up. Rukia, you think you could play it tonight?”

“Yes. It’s rather..” The pianist sighs. “I don’t know Urahara, it’s not really a mood lifter, if you know what I mean. Kind of just a solo piece I’ve been working on for fun.”

There’s a pause of static from the other end, and Tatsuki’s sure he’s going to say no until —

“Anything’s fine at this point. Actually, a ballad or something might be kind of magical. It just started raining.”

—

Tatsuki’s more surprised than anything that Ichigo agrees on Rukia performing for encore, but then again: she really isn’t.

Whatever is going on, however much Ichigo claims that Rukia’s been acting shady or this or that or whatever happened after that party — she knows that he knows Rukia won’t do anything to screw over the team, that anything she commits herself to she does so wholly and beautifully.

Especially on her instrument.

They all watch from the side as Rukia delicately pads across the stage, waving shyly at the crowd going wild with her entrance. Venue management barely allowed her back amidst the rain, claiming liability if she tripped and fell. They only let her on if she agreed to go barefoot — something about there being less slippage than if she wore shoes — but it kind of… works. She glides toward her piano centered on the stage in her little dress and the moon is out amidst the rain clouds and Tatsuki thinks if there’s any occasion that Ichigo’s mouth should go dry at the sight of Rukia Kuchiki, it’s this one.

“Hello, everyone.” She laughs nervously into the covered microphone, and the crowd screams back in response.

“Thank you for staying out here in the rain, it means so much to us. The band gave me the kindness of playing one more song by myself, and I’m afraid I’m a little rusty… Please forgive me. I’m going to play a cover, if that’s alright with you?”

A few whoops from the audience, but they’ve mostly settled. Tatsuki prays it’s them relaxing into the vibe and not growing bored.

“This song was — well, it was supposed to be a surprise for someone… On my team. He mentioned this album to me once. Just once — but he said it was one of his favorites. One of the ones that meant most to him. And I… I really pride myself on knowing all the good female singer/songwriters, right? All the inspirations. I really thought I knew all about them, from Joan Baez to Taylor Swift. But I hadn’t listened to this album, and it turns out… It’s really, really good. As in: one of — if not the most — famous woman-written albums of all time. Imagine that.”

She laughs softly before she plays a few notes, and it seems this solidifies her song choice. A few audience members scream in recognition. Tatsuki herself feels it sounds… Familiar, but can’t quite identify it yet.

“And that’s… That’s the perfect metaphor for how spending time with this person is. I was so sure I knew absolutely everything, and then here he goes and — and shows me something that’s been under my nose the whole time. Makes me see it in this warm, glowing light. It was so obvious! But instead of making fun of me or belittling me for it, like I thought he would — because look, this guy is not above that, he can really be so infuriating — anyway, he just… Told me I should listen to it. And I did. And I couldn’t stop. And I loved it, too.”

Her fingers start laying heavier on the keys. “Anyway, this song makes me think most of him. Here’s A Case of You by Joni Mitchell.”

The audience starts to scream all over again, and Tatsuki turns ask Ichigo what this is all about (because who else could that story be about) —

But she stops because from the look on the guitarist’s face, she can tell a bomb could go off next to him and he still wouldn’t take his eyes off the stage.

Ichigo Kurosaki can’t be reached right now, dial 0 to leave a message.

Rukia’s voice is soft and lovely as she sings about northern stars and Canada (??), and a lover tasting so bitter and so sweet and wanting to drink a case of them. She sings of painters and at one point her voice breaks at a line “‘Love is touching souls’/Surely you touched mine” and the rain is making her hair and her dress stick to her skin and Tatsuki just — fine she’ll admit it, she tears up okay?

Not for the first time, she thinks about how far Rukia’s talent will go in this world, and the answer is: pretty damn far.

All too soon, Rukia finishes a last, beautiful hum with the final chords of her keys… And the crowd goes wild.

Tatsuki’s about to yell in Ichigo’s face to go congratulate her, but when she turns to the spot he was, she finds him nowhere to be found.

—

The phone is ringing in her hotel room several hours later.

She grabs at it haphazardly from her place in bed, jabbing the “answer” button with a deliberate rage.

“You know Urahara, the one damn night Orihime and I are trying to go to bed at a decent time —”

“Rukia-chan just informed me she’s leaving the band.”

The drummer sits up with a jolt, causing Orihime to stir sleepily. Squeezing her shoulder, Tatsuki gets up and pads out to the hallway, leaving the room door cracked behind her.

“Sorry — what?”

“I’m not kidding Tatsuki-chan. She just gave me a letter of resignation.”

“That’s — not how quitting a band really works, right?”

“No. But it sounds like her doesn’t it?”

“Infuriatingly so.” She rubs the remaining sleep out of her eyes. “Did she… I mean. Did she say why, or what happened?”

“I think it’s pretty clear what happened.”

There’s silence on the line, and Tatsuki waits.

“... So what happened?”

“I’m not sure, that’s what I’d like you to find out.”

She’ll kill him. “Oh my god, then don’t say it like you —”

“The point is, my dear, I’m telling you this first because I feel like you have a certain… Influence to repair things between her and another specific bandmate. You’re my second in command, remember?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“My most trusted client, then.”

“...Whatever. Fine, I’ll go talk to him now.”

“Thank you.”

She’s about to hang up when she hears his voice again. “Oh, and Tatsuki-chan?”

“What now, asshole?”

“... You were right.” He chuckles quietly through the line. “There. Does that make you happy to hear?”

“Not as happy as the pay raise you’re gonna give me for this.” She ends the call quickly, storming halfway down the hall.

—

Ichigo opens the door, beer in hand and barely able to hold back a yelp as his childhood best friend barrels her way into his hotel room.

“Jesus Tatsuki, what the—”

“You busy right now?” She flops into an armchair, arms crossed and studying at him pointedly.

“I mean… Yeah kinda—”

“Shut up. No you’re not. Listen, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna put the beer down. You’re gonna tell me exactly what happened between you and Rukia. Whatever dumb shit you did to her, you’re gonna walk out of here, to her room door and when she answers: you’re going to apologize. Got that?”

Halfway through her lecture, Ichigo had caught on to what she was leading up to and shook his head, shifting his attention back to whatever cable television show was on.

“Tatsuki, I already told you I don’t want to talk about it—”

“She’s leaving the band. You know that?”

He visibly stiffens, but doesn’t turn his attention away.

“I mean.. She can do that. If she wants to.”

“You’re right, she can. If she wants to. But we both know after that performance tonight, she doesn’t. Am I wrong?”

“...I—”

“Am I?”

“I don’t know!” He snaps, swinging his attention back to her. “I don’t fucking know okay?! This is the thing with her. I thought — I was so sure we were on the same page, and then — and then suddenly I see him, and yeah I’m really hurt about it, and we’re arguing again, and she hates me, but I can’t? Get her? Out of my head?? And I kind of hate her for that, and I hate him and I don’t even know him, and then she does that thing tonight with my mom’s song and I’m — I don’t — like Tatsuki, what the fuck?”

The man in front of her breathes heavily, and Tatsuki just gapes back in shock.

“... Jesus Christ, Tiger. You got it bad, huh?”

He shakes his head. “The point is, whatever her reason… I don’t know. Maybe I’m the reason, and I just have to live with that.”

“All right. Well. That’s the most un-Ichigo thing I’ve ever heard.” She slaps her thighs, frustrated. “I mean. My guy. You? Just accepting something you don’t like? C’mon. You haven’t even told me what happened… So. Like. Can you do that? So that I can rightly decide it’s your fault myself?”

Ichigo huffs, looking away and staring blankly at the generic art framed above his bed.

“... It’s a joke, Kurosaki.”

“Yeah, Arisawa, I got that.” He sighs, folding his arms and sinking slowly to the edge of the bed to sit.

Tatsuki settles in, knowing she’s got him to crack.

“... Fine. Basically it started that night we closed that tour...”

#ichiruki #bleach #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #my stuff

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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things i will never get over in dsn

this might be the start of a lot of dsn content from me because i'm rewatching it and it's my first love that's a lie, 2gether is my first love but now dsn and 2gether are in a happy poly relationship

the entire basketball team being in on helping their team member confess to another team member from closing the courts, physically restraining a night guard, rolling a bunch of balls with confessions on them and filming it in peak mood lighting

leo's hands

leo saying he can't separate sex and love he's just so perfect i-

leo buying an entire house just for him and fiat because fiat was uncomfortable after they got caught by our dear holy guacamole auntie, in the wise words of tho - 'what kind of man moves houses because his boyfriend is afraid of the housekeeper?' ahhhh to be rich

aek dresses like a normal son of mafia proper and classy type of beat to shake down an asshole, whilst tho chooses the most tankhun'est patterns to vomit together an outfit and the most kan-esque neck scarf to commit assault causing wounding, i love them I LOVE THEM *rabid noises*

i know people did not like when an slapped leo but i support fictional women's rights but more importantly i support fictional women's wrongs and tbh everyone including leo knew she was the only one who could get him to calm down enough to make things right with fiat. it was also really badass and she's like super fucking hot i'm not okay

SPEAKING OF AN, SHE AND NATSU WERE DEFINITELY DATING RIGHT? LIKE THEY NEVER EXPLICITLY SAID IT BUT NATSU SAID AN LOOKS GREAT TONIGHT AND THAN NAM SAID EVERYONE BUT ME HAS A LOVER AFTERWARDS AND ALSO NAM SAID 'NOT EVERYONE CAN BE LIKE YOUR COUPLE' and they're always talking about each other first and then group the others as a collective SO OBVIOUSLY OUR GIRLBOSSES WERE DATING?????

leo's mum is just perfect. she took in this abandoned child and made him her favourite son and doesn't care about the fact that he's been around as long as he's happy with her actual son now that they're together and she loves to gossip and make fiat feel as comfortable as possible whilst her eldest son is sex-iled and her youngest son is forced to sleep with his brother for the night lmao. and when she was introduced to pobhan, she immediately went make him my son by any means. she is also beautiful, rich and successful triple whammy

leon calls himself 'on'

the fact fiat has to go on his tippy toes to kiss leo *she sobs*, i fully went through dsn and tt:7yol believing fiat was a short king but first is 180+ and ja is just T O L so proportionately first looks like a tater-tot BUT LEO IS THE PERFECT HEIGHT TO GIVE FIAT FOREHEAD KISSES

aek exclusively referring to his baby twin brother as 'little shit'

leo always kissing the back of fiat's hand like the gentleman he is before sex why the fuck am i so single

an during episode 11/12 - mummy? sorry. mummy? sorry. mummy-

the way leo's mum says fiat in the last episode, it's so satisfying to hear

every single time leo says 'ai'fiat' in his glory, deep, sexy, angry, possessive voice ksdjflsdhglsjhfla

this is a tiny thing but i think when leo was shooting the penalty shot (listen basketball was never my sport) for the win, aek and anda were hitting each other's hands and i think they ended up holding hands out of nerves and THAT'S SO CUTE LIKE THIS ENTIRE FRIENDSHIP GROUP IS SO JREOGKERGSDLS

i stand by every fashion choice fiat has made except for the salmon under sweater turtleneck monstronsity from the special ep but it's fine because the red 'show up to a party late and take back your mans' power suit makes me forgive everything

IN CONCLUSION YALL SHOULD WATCH DON'T SAY NO

#stan my dads #please watch so maybe we get a second season #dsn the series #dont say no the series #leofiat

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EatCoD chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I’d meant what I said to Aaron; I genuinely felt that he would make a better Alpha. Honestly, I didn’t know why I couldn’t just choose Aaron as my mate and then we could lead the pack together.

YES!! THANK YOU!!

“Aaron.” His tone was dark, mean and ugly. Just like him. “Let’s go.”

His behavior gave me the answer that I so desperately needed and yet I couldn’t feel relieved. All I could feel was anger for the wrath that Aaron was sure to endure tonight.

Aaron shot forward, trying to steer his dad away from me and towards the front door, but he didn’t move fast enough for his dad.

“I said move it.” His hand flew out and landed across Aaron’s face with a loud slap. Aaron’s head snapped back and he fell backwards.

I love how the council decided not to elect Aaron as the new alpha, so Garrett/Scarface takes his anger out by… beating his son around. Makes perfect sense to me! SAID NOBODY, EVER.

“For centuries [the moon goddess, Luna] watched over the wolves from the night sky as they roamed the earth and she fell in love with Roark, the King of the Wolves. He was strong and smart and brave. But he had never taken a mate. So one day, the Goddess Luna disguised herself as a wolf and approached his pack. As soon as Roark saw her, he instantly fell in love.”

I leaned back, taking in the night sky. “And then what happened?”

“Why they married of course, the way mates do and she was his for life. They had several pups together and lived a fulfilling life.”

[...]

“Once he put it on, he transformed into a God, the same form as Luna. And then, they were able to be together for eternity.” He looked to the sky. “And that is where we descend from: half-humans, half-wolf, almost as if we were Gods ourselves, with this kind of magical power. And we secretly live among humans, never showing them our true form.”

You mean to tell me that in this universe, their creation myth is literally “A human really wanted to fuck a wolf”? And literally nobody bats an eye over this?

I fell to the floor again, my sobs wrenching my body. I had nothing left.

Chapter 2 summary: Liz goes outside, where she and Aaron are quick to come together. After the first orgasm, Liz expresses a lot of doubts… Mainly put there by Scarface. Aaron tells her that she’s good enough, and starts trying to move forward to actually have sex with her. But this is interrupted by Scarface calling and cussing his son out, so Aaron is quick to leave after that.

The next morning, Jane wakes her daughter up and gives her a family heirloom blue diamond necklace. She warns her daughter to show it to nobody except her mate. And if somebody else does see it, to downplay what it is and say something like “Oh, I got it at the flea market!” She’s about to say something else when another werewolf comes in to help Liz get ready for her party.

The party is largely glossed over. As the sun goes down, the werewolf council meets to discuss letting Liz stay on for another year as alpha unless she can’t get her powers. Liz hides out in the pantry, unable to deal with everything. Aaron finds her in there, and gives her a werewolf pendant necklace.

His father comes out, and literally smacks Aaron around. Liz obviously doesn’t like seeing her boyfriend in a situation like that, so she uses her alpha powers for the first time to command Scarface to stop. She tells him that if he ever does anything like that again, she’ll remove him from power and put Aaron in charge of the family. The two of them are quick to leave after she makes him apologise to his son.

After everybody has left for the night, Liz and her dad sit outside, and he tells her the creation myth. In short, Luna the moon goddess wanted to fuck a wolf, so they had a bunch of puppies. As the wolf neared the end of his life, she revealed her true self to him, and turned him into a god in his own right. Werewolves are descended from this union of woman and wolf.

Right as the story is ending, Scarface shows up. Unnamed father is scared for his wife and daughter, and tells them to get into the safe room. It’s only after Liz is locked in does she realise that her mom was already killed. She’s forced to watch on the security cameras as Scarface and his friends jump her father and literally rip him to shreds. She curls up and wishes that the door would open so that they can kill her too; she has nothing left.

#elizabeth and the clan of dragons #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #romance novels #reverse harem #supernatural romance #werewolves #Fated Alpha series

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writemekpop · 3 years

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Decisions | Lee Jeno

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Reader

Summary: You're snuggled up with your boyfriend Jeno, choosing baby names... when you accidentally reveal an embarrassing secret.

Genre: Pregnant!Y/n, Domestic fluff, South Asian Y/N

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sexual content, Jeno being playful and adorable (and horny)

Gif: @leejenos

Jeno nipped your chest with his lips. A shiver ran down your shoulders, even after four years of this.

“Hey!” you giggled, pushing his floppy brown hair away.

It was a Saturday night, and you and Jeno were curled up on your scruffy green couch together. One jasmine-scented candle lit the room, bathing your boyfriend in a golden glow.

Your red Ronaldo football T shirt (which was technically Jeno’s, as nothing else would fit), was bunched up at your chest. Jeno was massaging warm coconut oil into your baby bump – a nightly habit ever since you’d gotten pregnant.

Jeno had always been a great boyfriend, but ever since you found out you were pregnant… it was like he found his life’s purpose. When he wasn’t falling asleep each night over stacks of baby books, or perfecting his organic baby food recipe, he was looking after you.

“Jyoti! Jhanvi! No, no… Jaya!” Jeno said, dark eyes twinkling with excitement.

Your scrunched up your nose. “Let’s keep thinking. Also… it doesn’t have to begin with a J, you know.”

Jeno whined, pouting his lips. “Fine. But we only have three months left. We need a name.”

“Well… two names,” you said. “Remember? An Indian first name and a Korean middle name?”

Jeno shuddered. “I can’t believe we managed to pacify both our families with that. I mean, our dads spent six hours fighting over the colour of the nursery walls!”

“Eggshell!” You narrowed your eyes at Jeno, imitating your dad.

“Cream!” he growled back.

You collapsed into laughter. Jeno laughed with his whole body: his chin jutted out, his shoulders shook, even his feet kicked the floor. It was addictive.

“By the way, my mum wants to choose the baby’s nickname,” you said. “All Bengali kids get ridiculous cutesy ones, it’s a whole thing.”

“You never told me this! What’s yours?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “No way am I telling you.”

Jeno gasped and nudged your shoulder. “Y/n, I am your boyfriend of four years and the father of your unborn child. I think I deserve to know your childhood nickname.”

You shook your head, trying to hide in your long hair. “I can’t tell you – you’d break up with me.”

Jeno gently pressed a kiss to your bump. “Tell me.” Then another. “Tell me.” And on and on and on…

“Fine…” you said, unable to resist his charm. “It’s… Ladoo.”

He snorted. “Like the sweet? Hmm, now that you mention it… I do see the resemblance.”

Ladoos were perfectly round. Not to mention orange.

You whacked him on the biceps. “Shut up! Nerd.”

Jeno smiled, dark eyes scrunching into half-moons. His fingers continued drawing circles into your bump, but every so often, they ventured lower. You felt a familiar stirring begin in your core.

“I don’t mind what she’s called.” Jeno said, leaning in to place a kiss on your jaw. “You choose whatever you want for this child, I’ll name the next one.”

You raised your brows. “So there’ll be more, will there? Bold of you to assume I’d let you impregnate me again.”

“Oh please,” Jeno said, smiling in the way he always did when he teased you. “You’re mad about this D. Even last night you were moaning, daddy give it to me harde-”

You slapped your hand over Jeno’s mouth. “Shh! The baby will hear!” But you couldn’t deny that your pulse started to race at Jeno’s words.

Jeno stuck his tongue out, licking your hand that was clamped over his mouth. You yanked your hand away, both in fits of laughter.

When the laughing had died down, you hummed thoughtfully. “What about… Nayana?”

Just then, you felt the baby kick. Jeno, whose hand had instinctively found its way back onto your bump, must have felt it too, because he shot up and stared at you, eyes wide.

“I think she liked it!” he cried. Jeno treated the baby’s kicks like a sign from God. He insisted you drink tomato juice for a week because she kicked when he was passing it in the supermarket.

“Well that was easy,” you said. “Maybe we should ask her other things, too.”

Jeno leant down so his lips were on your tummy. “Hey, baby. Is it going to rain tomorrow?” Then, he comically placed his ear on your bump. After umming and ahing, he looked up at you and said,

“Nayana says bring an umbrella.”

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Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

I do not run a tag list, but if you go and follow @angryschnauzerwrites and hit notifications, you’ll get an alert to any new stories i post. All previous fics can be found on there or on my Ao3

Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom.

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised.

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind.

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.

#august walker #august walker x reader #august walker smut #henry cavill

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Family secrets (Ginny Weasley x reader & George Weasley x reader)

Warnings: Smut- female receiving oral male receiving oral, penetrative sex swearing

Summary/request: Ginny secretly hooking up with one of the twins’ best female friend and them having no idea whatsoever. And then maybe one of them also has a crush on her and trying to get her attention, so she’s between one of the twins and Ginny.

For the sake of this fic Ginny is a year younger than the reader so Ron’s age

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“Ah shit” you yelled as Ginny’s mouth sucked on your clit and her fingers pounded into you bring you to your orgasm.

“Gin I’m gonna cum” you arch your back and grip the sheets “Good girl you’re almost there” you buck your hips up to her mouth as you finish.

She moves to lay beside you in your bed as your chest rises and falls to its resting state. Her fingers comb through your hair as she kisses your cheek.

“How much longer do I have with you?” She asks longingly “All night, I told them to not come back until morning, they’re with their boyfriends or sleeping at a friends dorm. Plus the door is locked with magic so they can’t get in unless I unlock it.” “I actually get to cuddle you all night” she smiles.

You and Ginny have been secretly messing around since the summer holidays. She came to you, at first she wanted to lose her virginity then it became regular but it was strictly sex, you both like the company. The only reason you’re not dating is because no one knows about Ginny’s sexuality and you’re best friends with the twins.

There have been many close calls of being caught but somehow you manage to not get caught.

You and Ginny cuddle up all night together until your alarm wakes you up “Shit sorry Gin, I forgot about my alarm” “It’s alright, I have to be up for Quidditch anyway.” She kisses your lips and forehead before getting out of bed and getting decent to sneak out of your dorm.

Shortly after she leaves you get up to meet the twins before they practise before the game against Hufflepuff. “Good morning Y/n” George smiles “Hi Georgie” you know that George had a big crush on you, Ginny told you when you started your secret escapades, you’re just waiting for the day he finally makes a move.

“Oh you’re here Y/n, are you coming to the game today?” Fred asks “Of course I am” when you got to Hogwarts the twins were a year above you, they saw some potential in your pranking abilities so you helped them out occasionally until you became best friends.

You did some homework to fill in some time while they were at practise then went to the game with Harry, Ron and Hermione. “I’m glad Ginny joined the team” Hermione says “Yeah she’s really good” you agree. As they fly out both Ginny and George look in your direction so you wave at both of them without trying to make one look at the other.

Gryffindor get an easy win which ends in a celebration at the end of the day, Gryffindors know how to party. You were taking shots with the twins and getting a bit tipsy, Hermione was making sure everyone ate so she brought around lots of food which was about the only thing that kept you from getting drunk.

“Truth or kiss!” It was that time of night, where everyone gets crazy. They call it truth or kiss because it’s basically just a game to make out with everyone in the circle. People get in the circle “Lets go” “That game is lame” Fred says “George, you’ll go with me, right?” George blushes “Yeah” Fred rolls his eyes and joins in with the two of you.

People get asked to kiss the hottest or ugliest person in the room or the person you’d like to have sex with, it gets to your turn, the boys who’s turn to ask you chuckle and whisper “Who is the last girl you had sex with?” They ask “Fine, who do you want me to kiss?” “Kiss the hottest girl in the room” you knew they’d only ask you that because you would and they’re weirdos who like to watch girls make out.

You walk over to Ginny and kiss her, she kisses you back, holding your cheeks as she slides her tongue into your mouth, the boys cheer and you pull away. You get weird walking back to sit with the twins after just snogging their sister. “That was a joke, right?” George asks “Of course” you bite your lip and look over at Ginny.

After a couple rounds of kissing random girls you had enough, it got to your turn again, thankfully it was Ginny who asked you “Do you really think I’m the hottest girl in the room?” You couldn’t answer yes because you told the twins you were joking but if you said no Ginny would be upset. She sees you’re not going to answer “Kiss George” you were confused why she would ask that because she knows. You turn to George and kiss him, you tug on his hair as you kiss him.

After that round you left the circle as more people left, Y/n I want to talk” George says “Sure” George takes you to the corner “Umm after that kiss I’m not sure but do you maybe fancy me?” “George, you’re hot but you’re my best friend, I don’t think I could date you” “So you just think I’m hot?” “Yeah, I know you fancy me, it’s okay. If you want to have sex one day I won’t object” “How about now?” “Perfect” you grab his hand and go to his dorm.

As soon as the door closes you’re both taking off your clothes and kissing “We have about half an hour until Fred notices we are gone” George says taking off his shirt. You get on his bed once you’re naked he is taking off his pants “Fuck you’re hot” he says “So are you” he gets on the bed and kisses from your neck to your breasts leaving some hickeys on your chest before kissing down your stomach to your pussy.

The way George moves his mouth, he really knows what he is doing, the way he licked your clit you could have screamed, you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from being too loud. “You wet enough?” He asks “Mmhm” you nod, he pulls his underwear down revealing his dick he pumps it a few times before spreading your legs further apart. “You’re flexible, done this before?” He really had no idea what you could do “You could say that.”

He pushes himself into you, you both let out a moan, he stretches you out far enough to where it feels good. His strokes were the right amount of hard and fast. The room was filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

“It feels so good George, stretching me out and filling me up right” you finish around him, clenching as you cum “Fuck you’re tight” he moans pounding into you. “Such a good fucking pussy” you could tell he was close “Pull out, I’ll show you what I can do with my mouth.” He pulls out extremely desperate.

You suck on his tip before taking him into the back of your throat “Holy shit” he groans followed by multiple moans. He bunches your hair up in a ponytail and bobs your head up and down “Y/n I’m going to cum” he moans, you continue using your mouth until you hear him let out a loud long moan as he came, you swallowed and took your mouth off his dick.

“You need some water or something?” “It’s fine I’ll go take a shot” you get up and start putting your clothes on, you zip up your skirt and walk out. You take a shot, after that you were completely ruined, you needed to go to bed so you went to your dorm and as you were about to walk in you heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Y/n” Ginny calls “Hey” “Can I come in?” She asks, you were going to say no but Ginny know how to take care of you so you wouldn’t need that much energy. Just by standing there she could turn you on. “Sure” you open the door and the two of you walk in.

You didn’t feel bad about going between the two, besides the Weasley family is too hot to just have one of them.

Ginny sits on your bed with you “What was with making me kiss George?” “Just wanted to help George, he’ll never get the chance with you so a kiss will help his crush” you chuckle. “I think you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met, I didn’t want to say it in front of the twins after I told them I didn’t have feelings for you.” “I knew the answer I just wanted to hear you say it” “How did you know?” “Because I am the only person who can make you cum in seconds” it’s true, she has tried it many times before.

“Ginny please” “Yes darling” she unzips your skirt pulling it down to reveal you have no underwear on, your cheeks flush red, you left them in George’s room, she definitely knows now. “How did you know this would happen?” You felt a wave of relief rush through you “Because neither of us can resist each other.” “Lay back, I’ll take care of you” she spreads your wetness around your already sensitive pussy, you whimper when her finger brushes past your clit.

“You that sensitive baby?” Ginny asks “Yes” “This should be easy then.” She rubs your clit with her fingers, you cry out and whimper. When she finally uses her mouth your back arches “Gin! Feels so good.” You came in half the time it usually takes you.

“You want me to take care of you Gin?” “Yes please” you undress Ginny squeezing and massaging her boobs. Your face moves near her pussy as your finger moves around her pussy “Fuck Gin, you’re so wet” “You make me so wet.”

You eat out Ginny with passion, you were tired but eating out Ginny was more pleasure than work. You finger her with a couple fingers as well, she seemed to love it. Your tongue moved between flicking her clit and licking it. She digs her fingers into the mattress as she finishes.

You lay beside her and cuddle “Goodnight Gin” “Goodnight Darling.” You fell asleep almost instantly and got woken by a knock on the door you wrap yourself in a blanket and answer the door, it’s George. You try to block the view of Ginny in your bed naked and asleep “George! What are you doing here?” “Well about last night-“ he notices you’re naked under the blanket “Is someone in here?” “No!” “Y/n?” Ginny calls out, your eyes go wide “You had sex with some girl after me?” Ginny sits up in bed “Excuse me” she gets up and you shut the door quickly.

“Who was that?” Ginny asks “Trust me leave it, you don’t want to know” “Also you had sex with someone before me, that’s why you were so wet and sensitive! Let me out there” “Ginny no! If you really want to go out there put on clothes” “No, I want to let them know” her hand goes to the handle “Ginny it’s your brother!” “What?” “It’s George, put on some clothes and we can talk” Ginny was shocked she put on her clothes from the night before and you let George in, he was just as shocked to see Ginny.

“Okay I’m sorry but I’ve been having sex with Ginny for a while now” “Ginny? You like girls?” He asks “Yeah, I was going to tell you guys but I didn’t know how to” “I’m happy you figured out your sexuality but with Y/n” “Sorry George” George turns to you “You took her virginity?” “I’m sorry George.” “I can’t believe you actually had sex with George” “I was going to keep it casual between you two, neither of you really needed to know” “I would have liked to know” Ginny says.

“I’m not sorry that I was doing it, I’m sorry you had to find out” “Well now what?” George asks “You break it off” Ginny says to George “No way, you had your turn, it’s my turn now” “Why don’t you let Y/n choose?” Ginny suggests.

“Here’s the deal, you agree or it’s neither of you” after the two of them fighting about it they came to a conclusion. “You can have both of us but not in the same day or after each other” Ginny says “And Fred doesn’t know any of this” George adds “Okay so we all agree” “Yes.”

“I’m just going to go so you two can finish whatever” “We weren’t-” “Don’t tell me, I don’t want any details either” George shuts the door behind him.

Ginny presses her lips against yours “That was easy enough.”

#harry potter #smut #fred and george #hp imagine #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley x reader #ginny weasley x you #ginny weasley x y/n #ginny x y/n #george weasley x gryffindor!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley smut #ginny weasley smut #ginny weasley x fem!reader #ginny weasley imagine #ginny weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley #george weasley imagine

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Bartered

Pairing: dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: You were his, despite wearing another man’s ring on your hand.

Words: 1k

Warning: Non-Con/Dub-com, smut, infidelity (but consensual?), 18+ ONLY

A/N: Had this done for so long. Was lazy about editing.

The doorbell rang and your heart sank. You sat quietly and waited while your husband Nishit went to open the door. Footsteps marched towards where you were, mentally unprepared. He wasn’t supposed to come on a Thursday. That was the rule. But as you looked into his blue eyes, you knew it didn’t matter. He made the rules, so he could break them too at his convenience.

“I – uh, I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Nishit said, nervously shifting on his feet, not meeting your eyes. Not for the first time did resentment well up in your heart for the spineless man you married.

“Morning. You’re not coming back before tomorrow morning. Leave.” Steve ordered and Nishit shot you one last cowardly look before leaving and shutting the door after him. Steve offered you a hand and you automatically took it, letting him lead you to your bedroom like so many times before. Usually, you were pre-warned he’d be here, so his sudden appearance made you jittery.

You watched Steve take off his t-shirt in a practiced move, his scar littered, ripped upper body closing in on you. You made no protests as he stripped you of your shirt and pants, being kind enough to not rip them off today. Once you were bare, he let his eyes take in every inch of you, hands soon following, mapping the body that was his to claim.

“Take me out.” He commanded against your lips, hot mouth trailing nips and kisses all over your face and neck. You quickly let his pants and boxers drop, taking his hard member in your hands and pumping it slowly, just the way he liked. He led you back slowly, lowering you on the bed and carefully hovering over you.

It was his little ritual, letting his tongue bath your body, travelling from your lips to the collar bones before finding your nipples and sucking gently. He said it was a way of reminding your body that it was his, that he was home, back to you. Your moan when he dipped inside your glistening folds made him smile, and he took your hand, placing it on his head as he went down on you.

He’d grown a slight stubble that left a delicious burn on the inside of your thighs as you writhed under his ministrations, aching your back a little as his tongue looped around your nub and sucked. You tugged on his hair, his answering groan sending vibrations up your body and making you gasp. It was so easy for him to control your body, play it like an instrument that you were almost embarrassed by how soon you came.

Steve crawled up, kissing you to share your taste as he covered his cock in your dripping slick, biting at your lips.

“Couldn’t stay away today. Couldn’t stay away any longer.” He murmured as he slowly pushed in, the initial stretch still making you cry out. The familiar length of his cock enveloped in your heat made your eyes roll, and you bunched the sheets in your hands.

Steve had fucked you every way possible. He’d taken you hard and fast against the wall, fucking you on the floor like a bitch, taken you in the shower with steam swirling around you. Today, he took you like a lover. He gently thrust inside, looking deep into your eyes as he made love to you. You’d never hated him more before.

“Can he make you feel this way? Can he make you cry out under him like I can?” He asked softly, trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw. Your husband hadn’t touched you since Captain America put a claim on you, he hadn’t touched you since he bartered your body to his Captain for a position in his team.

You wish Steve would be like other men, take his pleasure and leave. But he didn’t just want you, he also wanted to break you. He took you apart with his hands and mouth, with his words and talks, by dragging every delicious inch of his cock completely out before plunging in hard again. You couldn’t be unresponsive, no matter how you tried. He owned everything, from your body to every breath that came out of your panting mouth.

“Can’t bear the thought of you wearing his ring and taking his name.” Steve said, lacing your hands together and pinning them beside your head, going faster now. There was anger in the lines on his face, longing evident in his eyes. Though it was him who made you his every few nights, this was still your marital bed with another man. Though you belonged to him, he was still the other man in your life.

You were gasping, crying out at the feel and heat of him, softly calling out his name as he took you to a height you hated to love. Your sweat slickened body was slipping under his, slapping noises echoing in the room as your juices squelched with every movement of his body. He kept you close, losing him as deep in your eyes as in the pleasure of your body, seeping in just as deep in your mind as in the warm cavern between your thighs. You were all he wanted, all he could see.

With a choked cry, you reached your peak, light shining behind the lids of your eyes as pleasure coursed through your spine. You went limp, looking at Steve with watery eyes as he finally finished inside you after a while. His gaze followed the cum dripping out of your battered hole and long fingers scooped it up, spreading it on your thighs and massaging it inside your skin.

“Gonna get rid of your worthless husband” Steve promised, holding you close. “Gonna make you mine officially, take you home where you’ll wait for me every night. No more schedule, no more rules.”

The ring on your left hand felt almost as heavy as your heart. Hatred for both men in your life was burning in your veins as you lay safely cocooned in Steve’s large arms, your body having become nothing more than a battle and a trading ground.

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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The Other Woman

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Soooo. No one asked for this one and I have prompts in my inbox and a multi chapter Billy x OC story I'm working on. Yet… this happened. I was working on an assignment for uni and this popped into my head. Billy lives in my head rent free and I'm not even mad about it. Enjoy lmaooo

Warnings: cursing, slight angst but not really, lots of fluff (literally and figuratively). It's just a bunch of cute bullshit, don't mind me looool

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Your nails tapped the coffee cup as you sat outside the cafe deep in thought. There was only one thing on your mind. Billy was cheating on you. There was no other explanation for his behaviour the past week and the knowledge of what he'd done was eating away at you. It started a week ago. He'd slip out after work hours saying something came up. Sometimes he wouldn't even tell you where he was going and when you asked, he'd say 'work' as he avoided your gaze before slipping out. Billy couldn't lie to you, you knew him too well for that. You knew his tells and he didn't really lie to you. But you knew when he wouldn't look you in the eye that he wasn't being honest.

Then there was his phone. He'd be on it more than usual and it was distracting him. The night before, Frank had called him and you knew it was Frank because you'd seen the name popping up on his screen. You'd both been watching a movie on the sofa together as you tried to convince yourself that Billy wouldn't cheat on you. But when he excused himself to the bedroom, your curiosity burned. Why would he need to sneak off to speak to Frank?

So you'd crept over to where the door was open by a crack and held your breath as you listened.

"Yeah, I know…. I'll just tell her I need to work again… I don't think she knows… yeah, yeah, I know… I can't wait for you to meet her, man. She's perfect,"

Those words felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut all rolled into one. Billy was cheating on you. Billy was cheating on you and Frank knew about it. Frank who was one of your closest friends, the one who introduced you to Billy in the first place. You'd gone back to the sofa as you dwelled in your misery and betrayal and when Billy had come back out with a wide smile on his face you'd felt sick. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him, to question him or tell him what you'd heard. You were scared of what he might say. Scared of what this all meant.

You and Billy had been together for almost two years now and you lived together. You knew of his past but never once had you felt insecure about being with him. He loved you, and you wholeheartedly believed he did. So this felt like it completely blindsided you and your head was all over the place.

That morning Billy was gone by the time you woke which was nothing new since he often let you sleep when he got up to work. But you'd come to the cafe by lunch because you were drowning in your thoughts back at home. The home you shared with him.

You blew out a breath, grabbing your cell from your pocket as you rang Anvil. You had a gut feeling and you wanted confirmation. His secretary picked up the phone and you sighed before asking something you dreaded the answer to.

"Hey, Annie. Is Billy there? I need to talk to him," you said softly. The older woman cleared her throat down the phone before speaking.

"He's not here, Y/N. He took the day off," she said warily. Well then. You thanked her quickly before hanging up, the lump lodged in your throat getting bigger.

How could it all have gone so wrong? You stood, tossing the half drank coffee in the trash as you made your way home with a broken heart. You hardly expected Billy to be sitting on the sofa when you got home. But there he was in all his glory. A burgundy sweater with his jeans and boots, hair slicked back like always. You felt like you were hanging on by a thread.

He smiled when he saw you, standing up and making his way over.

"I thought you had work," your cold tone stopped him in his tracks as he looked at you cautiously.

"I took the day, had some things I needed to do," he replied easily. Things he needed to do. More like someone he needed to do. Tense didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling.

"Look… there's someone here I want you to meet," Billy said hesitantly, glancing to the closed bedroom door. He really wouldn't just… The string of composure you were holding onto snapped.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" You yelled. He looked shocked, eyes wide and confused as he tilted his head.

"Uh… what?" He asked carefully.

"It's bad enough you're having an affair that apparently Frank knows all about but you've brought her here?! You want me to meet her?!" You were incredulous at his audacity. You wondered if he'd suffered a head injury a week ago or something.

Billy blinked at you with his dark eyes for a moment before he burst out laughing. But when he saw your tearful eyes glaring at him, his laughter died instantly.

"You… you think I'm cheatin' on you?" He asked slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. Your brows furrowed watching him warily as he walked over to you.

"You've been acting weird all week, Billy. And I heard you on the phone last night. I heard you talking to Frank," you muttered, hating how your voice wobbled.

Billy looked stricken at how upset you were and wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him despite yourself. He stroked your hair soothingly with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

"I'm not steppin' out on you, Y/N. I'd never do that," he sighed. He moved away, cradling your cheeks as his obsidian gaze looked over your face like he was searching for the answers of the universe.

"Not gonna lie, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, but I have been actin' weird so I'll let it slide," he murmured with a soft smile.

"But then… what was that all about?" You asked, deflating a bit as he wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen. He leaned in and kissed you softly, one of the rare tender kisses he'd give you if you were upset. You were incredibly confused and maybe also felt a little guilty that your mind went there.

When he pulled away, he shot you a grin, looking almost like a kid on Christmas which only furthered your confusion.

"Wait here," he beamed, dashing off to the bedroom. You really felt like you'd been transported to another dimension where nothing made sense. But then Billy came back out with what you could only describe as a living, breathing, real life Pokemon in his arms. It was a Pomeranian puppy that just looked like a cloud with two shiny back eyes peeking out.

You made a noise that you couldn't even describe. A mix of a whine and a coo that people often reserved for cute animals and babies as if they couldn't help themselves. Your feet took you over to where Billy was grinning at you and the ball of fluff was nibbling his hand.

"Billy…" your voice was still a little high, a little pout on your face as you reached out and stroked the fluffy fur on the puppy.

"Meet Cotton Ball. Cotton Ball, meet your mom," he smirked, grabbing a tiny paw and making it wave at you. It was something to behold seeing Billy like this and you almost melted right into a puddle.

"Wait so… this is the other woman?" You asked with a snort, feeling so utterly stupid for how your mind went there. Billy rolled his eyes with a laugh as he handed over the bundle of cloud to you.

"Do you like her?" He asked hesitantly, looking almost unsure as he glanced from the puppy to you.

"I love her. Thank you, Billy," you murmured, cuddling the tiny puppy closer to you.

"I uh… I know that you said you wanted a dog," he started, his shoulder rolling a little.

"Which you shot down immediately," you cut in, raising a brow at him. He chuckled, rubbing his beard a little with a nod.

"I know. But… I saw how disappointed you were and I decided I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Especially not 'cause of me. She hadn't been fully vaccinated and stuff so I've been waitin' to bring her home. Been to see her a few times to get her used to me," he shrugged, looking almost bashful which was a strange look for him. It was cute.

"I love her. And I love you," you smiled wide at him. His insecurities seemed to wash away at your bright smile and he returned it, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you too. Come here, lemme show you somethin','' he took your free hand and led you to the bedroom. On the floor next to your bed was what looked like a queen bed shrunk down. It was a dog bed but a fancy one and the cozy sheets looked expensive too. There was also a basket filled to the brim with dog toys. You looked at him incredulously with a laugh.

"And here I was thinking you weren't a dog person and you're spoiling her already," you teased. He chuckled, a slight pink tint to his face you couldn't remember ever witnessing as he bit his lip and smiled at you.

"Yeah well… my girls gotta have the best. And… I mighta got attached to her," he shrugged easily.

"Billy Russo has a heart after all. Who knew?" You snorted. He gripped your jaw gently, giving your lips a firm peck before smirking down at you.

"Don't tell a soul or I'll have to kill you. I got a rep to keep," he smirked devilishly. You snorted again, shaking your head as you took the now sleeping puppy to her lavish bed and set her down.

When you walked back over to Billy, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he responded in kind and held you close.

"I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you," he murmured, nuzzling your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up as you moved away and looked up at him.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just… you'd been acting weird and then the phone call, I didn't know what to think," you said softly. He frowned a little, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before resting a hand on your jaw.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"I know. Honestly… I've never questioned it. I've never felt like that before. My mind just ran away with itself," you felt bad now and really fucking stupid but he had been acting weird. How were you to know that he was secretly procuring you the cutest puppy to exist?

He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering a moment before he cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at him. His dark eyes were full of many emotions and you got lost in them.

"You're the only one I want. Ever since I met you, I never wanted anyone else. I ain't ever felt like this before but all I know is… I'm yours. I love you, Y/N. There'll never be anyone else," he murmured sincerely. You couldn't help the dopey smile on your face as you leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you too, Billy. But… I will have to share you now with Cotton Ball," you teased against his lips. He chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip.

"You'll always be my best girl," he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

One hand dropped to your neck, the other slinking around you and settling on your ass as he kissed you deeply. Just as you were really getting into it, he hissed, cursing and moving away as he lifted his foot. The foot that had tiny razor teeth latched onto it as the dog dangled off his toe. You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that came out of you as you pried the dog away from his foot.

"Feel like I might end up regrettin' this decision," he huffed, eyes narrowed at Cotton Ball who was now happily in your arms. He wasn't really mad though, his lips were slightly upturned as he reached out and rubbed the dogs tiny head.

"Awww. Is the big bad marine scared the lil doggy might bite his ass when he's having sex?" You mocked playfully.

Billy's mortified face had you in stitches. He looked like he'd not considered it until you said it and now he was glaring at the dog like she'd ready done it.

"We're gonna need some boundaries," he muttered to the dog as he pointed at her, then his piercing eyes turned to you and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter.

"And for the record, I am a big bad marine and I ain't scared of a fuckin' dog," he smirked with a raised brow. You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly as you turned, dog in hand, and left the room.

"Mhmm. Just wait until I tell Frank how you're scared of a ball of fluff. Or the guys from Anvil. Or maybe I'll tell them just how much you love her already," you grinned, laughing when he gripped your hips and dragged you so your back pressed against his front.

"What I tell you? You tell and I'll have to kill you. I don't wanna do that, I might just miss you," he murmured with a smile as he nuzzled your neck.

"Russo's going soooft!" You teased with a laugh, squealing when his hands dug into your sides to tickle you.

Honestly, you never really thought Billy would be a dog person. But you never thought he'd be the type to live with someone and here you were. You never thought he'd be the type to use the L word yet he did with you. He was full of surprises and this was way better than you anticipated. You never expected the other woman to be so cute.

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