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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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End Game 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: this wasn't my planned update but here we go.

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Your grandmother is where she always is. In her chair reading her book. She doesn’t look up and you don’t bother saying a word. She’s getting exactly what she’s always wanted and she doesn’t even realise it. She’s getting rid of you. Another thing you’ve done for her that she’ll never acknowledge.

You go into your room and look around. You sit on the bed and examine each wall. You’re not going to miss this place, just your freedom. There is no illusion left around Andy. He’s shown how far he’ll go to make his will your own. You don’t expect him to ‘take care of you’ as he keeps promising, not in the way it sounds.

You huff and hold your head. You’re not going to sleep. You don’t have time to. You have to figure out what to take with you. What do you tell your grandmother? She won’t care either way, will she. She’ll finally have her empty nest. At least someone will have what they want.

You don’t have much to your name. Your switch, your headset, controllers; that’s the expensive stuff. Your clothes are mostly used, easily replaceable. You’re not really worried about dressing up.

You spend the hours going through every little nook and cranny. You’re not sentimental, you don’t have much that it more than material. Only a box of keepsakes from the few years of your life; a friendship bracelet the neighbour girl gave you before she moved away, some meaningless award you won in grade school for attendance, and the only thing left to you by your parents, besides resent; a baby sweater you wore when they thought they could love you.

You fit everything you’re taking in a single bag. The rest you box up and drag out to the curb. In the early hours, the house is quiet and you try not to make too much noise. Your grandmother’s snores stir from her room. She’s blissfully ignorant just as always.

You strip the bed and put the sheets and blanket in the wash. Hopefully you can switch it over before you go. You wipe down the furniture with a wet cloth and dust the corners and the empty closet. You’re covered in sweat and breathless by the time you have the entire space barren. You’re so tired you’re dizzy but closing your eyes only brings Andy’s voice to mind.

There’s a creak and you raise your head as the ripples dissipate. Your grandmother slouches as she clings to the door handle and scowls. She looks around the room and her grey brow twitches.

“Eh, what’re you doing?” She growls, “making all this noise.”

“Leaving,” you shrug.

“Leaving? To where?”

You’re dumbfounded she’s even asked. You sit up and show your hands, “gotta go back to school soon anyway so I’m going to crash with Kara. I’ll leave money on the table when I go.”

“Oh.”

That’s all she says before she goes. She believes you only because she doesn’t care enough to doubt you. You hang your head and sigh. You can’t help but think of what Andy said. You hate to admit it but he’s right. There’s no one else who wants you. It doesn’t make him a better option, just the only.

Thinking makes your head hurt. Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep. You check your phone and wrap up the charging cord. Morning already. Nearly 7am. You spent hours clearing out your old life; a life that was never really living.

There’s a message waiting for you. Two. Both from Andy. The first is a good night you never answered and the second from just twenty minutes ago, asking if you’re awake. You send a thumbs up. That’s all you can handle right now.

The call comes almost as soon as the message sends and the check mark turns blue. You answer without hesitation. Your so numb to the inevitability of it all, there’s no sense in avoiding any of it. You just want this over with even though you know it won’t be.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Andy purrs from the other end. Your throat clenches and your cheeks tug into a frown. “How are you?”

You go to speak and cough, your mouth dry. You clear your throat and rub your forehead as it throbs with the effort, “awake. Packed.”

“Oh, honey, you sound tired.”

“Mm,” you hum flatly.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he says, “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” He pauses, waiting for the lies you won’t give him. “Well, when do you wanna head out? Do you need a little more time?”

“Ready,” you utter. Not really ready but resigned.

“Sure, sweetheart, I’ll just get myself together and be over in twenty minutes, how does that sound?”

Why is he asking you like you have a choice? You garble an agreement and hang up. You put the phone down as you sit on the naked mattress and stare. Your head is swimming with fatigue. As you close your eyes, the fear returns. You’re really doing this.

You fold over your lap and whimper. It’s over, not that it ever really begun. Not that you were ever really expected much. You just wanted to be your own person, have your own space, make your own way. For once in your life, you just wanted to be you.

Andy isn’t going to let that happen. You don’t know him but you know he wants you to be something you aren’t. Whether it’s delusion or cruelty, you don’t know, but you know something isn’t right. It can never be right.

You get up and unlock your phone. You key in a message with the last of your strength; ‘meet me at the corner’. You don’t think she’ll bother herself but you wouldn’t want your grandma to see the truth. You’re not sure she’d even care enough to judge you.

You come out as she grumbles into a coffee cup. You roll your bag behind you and grab your jacket from the hook by the door; a light canvas one you wear in the mornings when the dew chills the air. She stares at the television as the news blares at her.

“Here,” you take out the little bit of cash you have left to your name and place it on the table at her elbow, “I’m... going now.”

“Erm,” she grunts and slurps the coffee. She doesn’t even look at you. Should you tell her you’re not coming back? You leave your keys with the money

You just turn and pull your bag after you to the door, stopping only to put your shoes on. You open the front door and step out into the soft hues of morning. It would be a beautiful day if the world hadn’t gone gray.

Your bag wheels scratch the pavement behind you, the whole thing jostling at the end of the long handle. You head down to the corner and park yourself on the curb, waiting as your eyes rove the area. You take it all in; the fences, the hedges, the cracked birdbath, and the few welcome signs on doors.

The low whir of an engine approaches. You know without looking it’s him. But you do. You have to face it.

“Hey,” Andy steps out as you stand on the curb. “Let me get this, sweetheart.”

He reaches back inside the car and hits a switch. The trunk opens on its own. Is it pathetic that you’re kind of impressed by that? You’ve only seen trunks that you open with your hands. He lifts your bag inside easily and taps another button, the hatch closing slowly behind him.

“Come on, you look beat,” he touches your shoulder and you flinch, curling inward as you shake his hand away. “I brought you a coffee. Not the hotel brew, the good stuff.”

You numbly follow him around to the other side. He opens the car door and you stare at the interior. You take a breath and grab the trim of the door and haul yourself inside. You drop heavily into the seat and your head bounces against the rest.

He lingers. You feel his gaze on you. He’s expecting something you can’t give him. Not yet. You don’t know if ever. You let out a murmur as he leans in to kiss your cheek. You fight not to show your disgust.

“Just relax. I’ll drive, you get some sleep, sweetheart,” he caresses your arm. You don’t react. Not a look, not a flinch.

He shuts the door and walks along the hood. You watch him through the windshield. He’s wearing one of those suits. Dark navy slacks and white shirt with a black tie. You let your head loll and see the matching jacket folded neatly in the back seat.

He gets in the car, his weight felt in the axle. He hits the button to wake the engine and buckles his belt. He glances over.

“Hey, safety first.”

You huff. He's acting like the dad you never had. You click the seat belt into place and turn your face to the window. He inhales deeply and lets it out slow before he puts the SUV into gear.

“You say goodbye to grandma?”

“Mm... mhmm,” you grumble.

“She’ll miss you, huh?”

Your lip curls and you hide your face as you focus on the houses rolling slowly by. Why is he playing this game? Did he not throw her apathy in your face to get here?

“Did you bring your switch? We could play some at the hotel,” he offers.

You close your eyes and ball your fists. It takes everything you have left not to scream and hit him. It’s like he’s rubbing it in. He won! He won!

And you lost. Just like always.

“What about Kara?” You ask crisply.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re hoarse. Try some of the coffee,” he reaches to flick the top of a travel mug. You narrow your eyes as you follow the gesture. The purplish pink metal is topped with a white plastic lid. On the side, the outline of a game controller is patterned on the multicoloured finish. “It’s a good brew. Only a few places I’ve found have it. I’ll take you to the shop back home once you’re settled.”

You’re not arguing with him. You’ve seen how far that gets you. You take the cup and pop the tab on top. You take a tentative sip as you feel the heat within.

“I added some sugar,” he says.

“I don’t like sugar,” you snap the lid shut and put the lid back.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “guess we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“Kara,” you insist again.

He sighs and taps his fingers on the wheel, “I called last night. They’re holding her so we can pay the bond.”

We? He’s not subtle. You sniff as your back racks with the sort of achiness that comes from being so tired.

“I’ll talk to them. Get the charges knocked down. If anything, I can get them piled onto that boy she keeps around. He’s trouble, if I’ve ever seen it--”

“Seen?” You echo, “have you... seen him?”

He hesitates and his cheek dimples under his dark beard. He stares at the road ahead as his lips move as if he’s talking silently. Finally, he answers.

“I only wanted to make sure you were safe. I know better than any that hanging out with the wrong crowd can get you into a lot of trouble--”

“No, Andy, tell me. Were you watching her too?” You sit up with effort.

“You should sleep, it’s a long drive,” he girds.

“Andy, tell me--”

“I had too. You cut me off and I had to be sure you were okay,” he insists. “And you weren’t. Not really. Sweetheart, things are going to be a lot better. Together. You just can’t see it right now because you never--”

“Oh, I know what I’ve never had,” you fall back and slump against the door, “you don’t need to keep reminding me.”

A roiling silence fills the compartment. He exhales again and slows as his blinker clicks noisily. He turns onto the next road as you feel his anxiety. Or maybe it’s your own.

“I’m sorry. I only want...” he trails of as he measures his words, “I want to take care of you. To give you all that stuff. I don’t want you to feel bad.”

“I’m tired,” you snip and fold your arms.

“Right,” he says tensely, “yeah, get some sleep. Easier to talk after.”

Talk? You’re done talking to him. He only says the same thing over and over again.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #series #defending jacob #end game #fic #dark fic #dark!fic

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heartfeltlonging · 2 years ago

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Sensitive... (König)

First time writing smut (like ever) so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and welcomed! I could not get over a post that was basically just shy Konig getting a hand job for the first time (the comments made me feral) If I find it again, I will tag them. I wanted to indulge a bit and try my hardest!

Warning: virgin!König, gn!reader, reader pov, overstimulation, handjob, dubcon? (reader continues after he says that he can’t take it) If I miss any warnings/tags feel free to let me know!

Wrote this, maybe proof read twice, going to sleep now, hopefully it works out.

Listen dude, you know what you should and shouldn’t be reading at your age. I can’t stop you but just don’t interact, have a deserved day!

Smut incoming…

There’s no telling how you managed to end up in this situation. Your boyfriend pinned under you as your hungry kissing caused a bit of a problem. You didn’t expect your small touches to cause the bulge in his pants. You watch amazed at the little effort it took to make him so worked up. The tall, hulking, giant of a soldier, so easily speechless by a simple kiss? After realizing what you were looking at, he started to stutter profusely.

“I don’t know what happened, you just, your hand, and your lips and voice and-” You shut him up by touching him through the pants, the tent stirring. Taking your time as you feel the length. Giving him one last kiss you move to your knees, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He lifts his hips up just slightly to help you remove his clothes. You start slow when you feel him, getting used to the weight in your hand. Seeing him clench his teeth at the slight friction, the realization hits you.

Oh.

You can feel his early arousal on your hand, his pre starting to leak and spill. It’s so sensitive that the tip starts to take on a hot red color, his need becoming more and more obvious. You keep on stroking, swiftly and skillfully until he’s nothing but whimpers. You move your hand to the top, thumb rubbing his slit and then it happens… his cock twitches against your hand. You can’t help the stupid grin that comes to your face at the sight of it. Starting to stroke him again you make sure to spend extra attention to the tip, repeating your movements over and over.

Not even minutes, hell, not even seconds later you see him tense up and then feel it. His warm seed starts to cover your hands (and you best bet it’s a lot) Looking up at him, you see his face turn an even darker shade of pink. He tries to cover it, hands pressed against his flush cheeks “Didn’t mean to- your hand- when you- it felt- felt so good” His words are slurred and his embarrassment laced into his voice.

“It’s alright König, I’m glad I could make you feel good!” You hum contently as you look at his cock. So pretty… so needy,,, so sensitive Lost in thought you start to stroke more. You can hear his shock as he lets out a loud gasp and the whimpers start to fill your ears once more. Your movements are deliberate and filled with purpose as you continue.

“Please, it’s too much! I can’t take it anymore…” He moans out, gripping at the sheets underneath him. Despite his words, he makes no attempt to pull you off. Hips starting to thrust into your hand slightly, eyes rolling back and breathing deeply.

“I’m not finished with you sweetheart, want to milk this pretty cock, want everything you can give me” You meant what you said, making him finish at least three more times before peppering him with kisses. Simple praise leaving your lips as you clean him up. “Such a good boy for me König~ Did such a great job~” You coo as you run the washcloth over his relaxed thighs and soft cock.

His inexperience shining through as his eyes gloss over from your kind words, mind blank as he just watches you. Such a small gesture meaning so much to him, just because he’s never had this before. Watching your sweet movements, the way you care for him, and the way you take your time with him. Once you’re finished he’ll lay on top of you. Cuddled into the blankets as you two fall asleep in each others warmth.

#konig smut #konig mw2 #konig x reader #cod mw2

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kunekojo · 2 years ago

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NSFW Urahara Kisuke x Fem!Reader~Bad day

Warning: NSFW

Tags: fluffy, cockwarming (maybe), bite marks, praising, lots of praising and a little begging

WC: 1,855 k

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This day has been nothing but hell. All sorts of problems going on around the whole time, someone fighting someone else, the rain ruining your newest paper, being late to every single event, just pure shit. You never hoped for a calm day, but didn’t imagine things just wouldn’t go your way at all. God, at least you’re getting home after all this mess, hopefully being able to enjoy the rest of the night alongside your beloved Kisuke.

You’ve been texting him the entire time, telling him all about these tiny misfortunes you’ve struggled through and his words of encouragement kind of put you at ease.

“Something’s waiting at home for you.” The little text from him sparks a bit of interest in you, causing you to want to get home faster. Maybe there is hope.

You walk at a steady pace, eventually running as you’re approaching his home. Finally at the doorstep, you clench the doorknob, making your way inside and placing your shoes aside.

“Ahhh, Y/N-chan that was fast.” You hear him exclaim from the depth of his room, so he’s been preparing something.

“Given what a shit day this was? Yeah, I just wanted to get here as soon as possible.” You reply in a sarcastic tone, taking off your jacket.

Kisuke makes his way to you, almost appearing in your face in a matter of seconds. His quickness doesn’t surprise you. After all, you’ve been waiting all day long to finally see him.

Already dressed in his pajamas, he reaches to take your jacket from your hands. “Oh? Did you miss me this much?” He questions, lifting his eyebrows.

“This much doesn’t describe it enough, but sure.” A smile breaks on your face, automatically causing one to bloom on his too.

You don’t wait any more seconds and run in his arms, tightly embracing him between his arms. You need to feel his touch after everything that’s happened and he’s more than happy to offer you all the affection.

“I missed you a lot, Kisuke.” You mouth softly, burying your head in his chest.

“I missed you too.”

His hand reaches to place comforting pats on top of your head. “I can imagine, princess.” His deep tone sends warmth through you, helping you slowly relax. “But cheer up, I have the best solution to lift up your mood.” His loud exclamation startles you a little but it does its job.

Lifting your eyes, you glance at him curiously, remembering he did mention a surprise. “Go on.”

“Follow me.” He leads you to his room, taking your hand and holding it tight.

Upon entering, you stop for a second to observe what’s going on as Kisuke looks at you, then around, then at you again. You first notice the dim light covering the room followed by the coziest bed you’ve ever seen, filled with multiple pillows and fuzzy bed sheets. In front of it, a wide projection of what seems to be the beginning of a familiar movie. The more you try to analyze it, it clicks. It’s your favorite movie!

Surprised, you shift your head to look at him, a wide smile painted all over your face.

“Kisuke.” Your gasp melts his heart, he knew this would do the trick.

Rather pleased with the result, he stays quiet, motioning you to get in the bed so you can finally relax, and you do as he says. You jump head first, feeling the softness once your body makes contact.

“I should go look for my paja-“ you can’t even finish the sentebce that he cuts you off.

“Your pajama? It’s right here.” He takes a pair of comfortable pajamas out of his wardrobe, flashing them before your eyes before finally handing them to you.

You sit up on your butt, completely amazed that he thought of it before you. How sweet of him. He didn’t have to do this much but the gestures are greatly appreciated.

“Thank you, darling.” You take them, slowly changing right in front of him.

Once you’re finished, you lay down on the side closest to the project and in no seconds, Kisuke lays behind your back. He grabs the blanket and carefully wraps it around you both, making sure you won’t feel cold, then goes on to bind his arms around your waist.

You let a hum of delight escape your mouth, pushing yourself into him, just to feel his touch as much as possible. Kisuke starts the movie, letting it run in the background as you both start slowly chatting about everything that’s been going on today.

Time flies away and you both barely pay any attention to the movie, but that’s fine, you don’t mind it. You just want to hear him talk for hours, even if it’s about things you can barely grasp.

At some point, both your focuses are snatched by a heated kiss in the movie. You both watch carefully as the characters molt into each other, one thing leading to another. The scenery makes you want to kiss him so bad but the position is too good to ruin so you wait there, watching intently the running of the heated kiss. There’s a warm feeling building deep inside your downwards and Kisuke’s sudden silence isn’t making it any better. What if you push yourself a little more? You ask yourself, and with no hesitation you begin jerking your body closer to his, slowly shaking your ass with each centimeter.

You feel his stiff member throb as soon as you hit his lower, sending a wave of need through your body. There’s a faint gasp from you and he notices it by shoving himself much closer to you. His hands wander around your body, giving your muscles gentle massages, slowly tracing to beneath your shirt. Feeling his touch inches away from your breast, you turn a little on your back, urging him by giving him a little more space to work on.

Kisuke chuckles quietly as his digits draw near your nipples, placing soft touches around your sensitivity. In reply, you rub your ass against his cock, searching for some more friction from him. He responds by bucking himself into you with a steady pace, but it’s still not enough. You deeply hope it won’t take too long for him to play around your body some more, maybe take it to the next level.

Your folds clench so much that you swear your pants are horribly soaked at this point, but when you feel him take his hand away, you know what’s coming.

Reaching for his pants, you feel the vibrations of him taking them off, then placing his hand to lower yours too. You squirm at his touch, whimpering a little.

“Shhh, don’t pay attention to me. Keep watching the movie, doll.” He whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses around your neck. His gaze is still fixed on the movie, observing closely what’s going on.

How can you even watch the movie when you’re so heated up by him? But once you turn your focus to the projection, you can see the characters in a similar position. You get it now, maybe this has been all planned. Despite how hard focusing on something else in this moment is, you do your best and watch.

Everything that’s being done, Kisuke does it too, following every single move at that exact second. Brushing your breasts one more time, placing hot, warm kisses against your neck and grunting in your ears. How can he even restrain yourself from straight going into you?

Suddenly, you feel the sensation of his tip rubbing against your ass, teasing your folds.

“Kisuke.” You moan faintly, gripping the sheet.

“My, my, I’m not even inside and I can already tell how wet you are.” He kisses at your shoulders, placing tiny bites on your skin, just the way you like it.

“Please, go inside.” You push back but it’s not far enough.

“What’s that? What do you want?”

“I want you to go inside already.” You cry out, a little too desperate for more.

“But you’re not warm enough, princess.” He pinches one of your nipples between his fingers. “I need you warmer than this, so I can fuck you better.”

“Then make me warmer, do it.” You urge him, revealing the favorite area of your neck, one that always gets you screaming his name for hours.

He glances at your soft skin before burying his head back inside your neck, biting generously. You feel your insides clench harder than before and the boiling sensation is too much for you.

Moans leaving your mouth one after the other, you hear his guttural grunts in your ear, sending shivers of lust down your body. Your body begins trembling with how overstimulated you are, begging for the final piece of the puzzle.

Convinced he’s toyed with you enough, he halts from tasting your sweetness, and finally aligns his tip at your entrance. One deep stroke is all you need to wail with pure pleasure, shoving yourself into him in rhythm.

“No, no, my angel. Let me do the work, you pay attention to the movie.” He places his free hand around your neck, holding the line of your chin just so he makes sure you’re enjoying both things at once.

His thrusts are slow but deep, keeping it at a slow pace as he brushes against your clenching walls with calculated motions. He holds you tightly, but not rough enough for you to feel any discomfort. You try to watch the rest of the scene, but your constant loud sounds are making him slip every few seconds, twitching inside you with every noise.

You can’t help not moan his name over and over again with each thrust against the perfect place, and it has an effect on him. His gruntings accompanied by the rising speed of his buckles inside you make you whimper through ragged breaths, panting for more air.

“My pretty girl.” You hear him whisper. “Feeling so, so good. Let me take care of you like this for hours.”

With each push, you feel your orgasm coming closer and moan more frantically than before. He picks at your hints, moving steadily.

“Give me your juices, love. Will you be a good girl and give them to me? Cum on me.” God, the scent of his grunted praising makes you get so so close.

“Fuck, Kisuke.” You let out a sharp weep before finally releasing yourself.

He holds you good while you tremble in his arms, giving you a few more strokes as you’re riding your orgasm. You toss your head back from all the blood rushing through your body, the incoming noises causing him to not last much longer than you.

You feel his warm seed cover every single corner of your insides as you both moan together, silencing the movie. The exhaustion causes you to be unable to move, but when he places kisses all over your body you freshen up a little.

“There’s not much longer until the movie is done. I’ll clean you afterwards, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.”

#kisuke urahara #urahara kisuke x reader #bleach urahara #urahara kisuke smut #urahara x you #bleach #bleach imagine #bleacb x you #I want him

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cookiesupplier · 7 months ago

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A Friend Down In Hell - Part Twenty-One

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology.

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: So sorry I missed last week! I am having a bad time of it at the moment, but, this is actually the second last part of Folio and Ishtar's story! Next week (hopefully) will be the last part, and we'll be moving on to the next in our little Hell Verse, so keep an eye out!

To read from the beginning: A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist

And for those that missed Noah & Ellie's Story previously, all Hell-Verse stories will be included here: Combined Hell-Verse Masterlist

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens @jilliemiw86

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

Folio was not going to let this stand, he was not going to stand by and let them just fire Ishtar for something that he’d done, not without trying to do something about it. He didn’t even work at the bar, how could they blame her, that had to be grounds for an unfair dismissal against the bar if they went forward with this, right? Sounded fancy enough to mean something as far as he was concerned anyway. Folio in the end had gone home last night, like Ishtar had wanted him to. As much as everything had calmed down over all, Ishtar told him she just needed a little bit of time alone right then, to think things though, she really would see him tomorrow, just as she promised. As much as he wanted to cuddle her, and soothe her, he knew he had to respect her wishes and went home, assuring her he would see her tomorrow and they would work everything out together. Not that he had slept very well once he had gone home, tossing and turning all through the night. All he could think about was Ishtar and how horrible Tony was, what could have happened if it had been a young Ishtar in Kera’s place. Jackass.

The next day, Folio was up and about again before the sun. Now, if it were a day he was putting together his tackle box to head down to the river and see if there were any fish biting, there wouldn’t would be no surprise there. It wasn’t. Folio intended to head down to the bar to try to get there before Ishtar, he knew she was going down to talk to the owner at some point today. Folio had already called Jolly to let him know he wasn’t going to be in today, he’d called him last night.

Middle of the night, actually, woke him up. Annoyed the fuck out of him doing it, until Folio explained what had happened. That had been when Jolly had asked if he would need some back up at the bar dealing with Tony. Smiling, it helped to know that Jolly would be willing to come have his back. Folio had just told him the asshole had tried to stab him, and instead of suggesting that he call one of their demon friends for muscle, he offered to come help himself. Jolly was all in and he knew it. He had told him that no, he was good, Folio had this. Yes, he knew, the odds were strong Tony would be there today, with the owner, but at the same time, it would prove everything he had said right, everything.

Folio calling Jolly, and leaving a note in his apartment for Noah and Nicholas telling him where he was going this morning, he did both just in case. On the chance that Tony did something stupid and the owner attempted to cover it up, at least someone knows where he went this morning, he’d tell Ishtar, but he knew she’d rush down to stop him. Jolly wasn’t going to stop him, he’d offered to support him. He could have called Noah and Nick, but Noah would have stomped in all guns blazing, so to speak. Nicholas, probably would have been different, but still probably would have taken over nonetheless, demon to demon where the owner was concerned. Folio didn’t want that, he needed to deal with this, this was his mess, he needed to clean it up.

So, with a travel mug of coffee in hand, he was out the door of his apartment, and on his way to the bar just as the sun rose. Early bird gets the worm.

Walking along the side of the bar, the front was locked up, which was no surprise to Folio, he just hoped he was able to get in at all, he needed to talk to the owner. Of course, knowing Tony, he was going to try to cut him off at the pass before he could even try. Down the side of the building though, where he had started to drop off Ishtar when he brought her in for work instead of out front and make her walk around, he found the staff entrance already unlocked. Either, someone, who wants to place their bets on Tony, left the door open by accident, or the establishment was a lot more trusting than the bar he used to work at ever was. As far Folio knew, none of the staff members, outside the owner and managers, ever needed to be at the bar this early in the morning other than special functions. As far as he was aware from Ishtar, there wasn’t any on today.

With the staff door unlocked, he could walk right in.

Finding the Owner’s Office out back, though, that was interesting. Folio had never actually been in the staff area. Just because he’d been dating Ishtar for a little while now, didn’t mean he had that privilege, he wasn’t staff, which was his whole point today. Tony might be lax on a lot of rules in the bar, but the man was never shy about how much he hated Folio. He didn’t know if it was because he was dating Ishtar, but Folio did notice it had gotten decidedly worse when they did start dating. Almost as if the man had realised that Folio had gone from just being an annoyance to becoming a distinct thorn in his side. Well, the idiot had just used the thorn to stab himself in the foot, and Folio was going to twist it in for what he had done, watch him. Messing with someone he loved, there was no way in all of Hell, that he was going to let him get away with that.

Safe to say, it took him a minute to find his way to the Owner’s Office, and in the end he followed the slightly raised voices. Oh, he knew exactly what they were arguing about without even trying to make out any of the words, there wasn’t even a single question there. Folio didn’t bother knocking, he just pushed the door open.

“Knock, knock, I’d like to make a report of some extremely poor customer service and employee abuse, oh and um, what was the term, point out grounds for a lawsuit of unfair dismissal. You guys do have lawsuits in Hell, don’t you?”

Raising an eyebrow at the sight of Tony, the other manager that Folio didn’t know very well and barely ever saw around, and the demon behind the desk that he assumed was the owner. His physical appearance was on the older side, and he knew with demons that tended to be a personal choice. Much like with human souls, demon could adjust their appearance to a certain degree once they reached a certain age, outside the markings that represented their status, of course. Those they had to keep just the way they were, after all, they were there to represent just where they stood in the hierarchy of the realm of Hell, of the Afterlife.

“Him, he was the one that attacked me, she was the one that brought him in here. I warned you about them both, did I not warn you, Mario?”

“No, Excuse me, firstly, I did no attacking, and you, Asshole, constantly abuse the employees here, so if I were you I would keep your mouth shut.”

“You see, you see what he calls me?!”

Folio rolled his eyes, the man’s tone actually made him sound like a whining child. He turned his attention away from addressing Tony as he stepped into the room and spoke directly to the man behind the desk, the demon who owned the bar.

“Sir, Mario, is it? I came to explain my actions yesterday and explain myself, and hope, that in doing so, that you’d understand and not allow this man to cross so many more boundaries than he already has trying to fire Ishtar. I would like to also hope, he hasn’t tried to also fire Kera, the victim of his employee abuse that I attempted to protect her from him yesterday before he attempted to viciously attack me with a weapon.”

“I was the one attacked, I have proof of the bruise, I gave them to you, see, look!”

Folio glanced down on the desk where Tony gestured to the photos, and sure enough, there were snapshots of the nasty mark on Tony’s jaw. Maybe it was from Folio’s fist, and maybe he’d gotten someone to punch him again after, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

“I don’t deny it, and if you want to ban me from the bar I’d deserve it, but he was sexually harassing Kera, and I stand by what I did. What happened afterwards though,�� Without hesitation, Folio proceeded to take out the switch-blade from his pocket and put it on the desk.

“He tried to stab me with that, you ask any employee in this bar, you check the cameras, hell, you ask any of your customers even, every single one of them will be able to identify that blade as his. He brags about that blade and shows it off every chance he can get, and yesterday he tried to stab me with it after I punched him. Yes, I punched him, I admit to it, but I only punched him once and that was only after he tried to dragged Kera away, and immediately backed off, and he tried to stab me for it. He tried to gut me, because I defended Kera and myself against him, and you are going to blame Ishtar for my actions! You are about to fire your most loyal and dedicated employee. Ishtar has been working for you longer than I have even been coming here. She has been putting up with this asshole’s blatant unwanted sexual advances, and protecting as many of your-”

Tony, it would seem, had enough of listening to Folio talk about how wonderful Ishtar was and how they couldn’t fire her because she was invaluable. She was invaluable, and he wasn’t, that was what Folio was saying, so he cut him off and Folio rolled his eyes at the desperation in his voice as he did.

“She is more trouble than she is worth, Mario! Always causing trouble for the bar, ruckus among the staff, riling up all the problems that we have-”

“One write up, produce one official write up, here and now. Show me the report of even one official reprimand from her file out of the cabinet. Here and now. This instant… No magic. If you try to use any magic, I’ll know, I’m kind-of-a wiz at our illusion magic, Tony.”

Folio challenged him, he wanted to claim that Ishtar was the troublemaker, that she should be fired not because of what Folio had done but because this was a long time in the making, then let him prove it. Here and now. No, Folio wasn’t walking away and letting him fabricate evidence for any challenge they might bring, though, Folio knew that the Owner and Tony were buddies according to Ishtar, so this whole argument might be worthless. “I- Well, I, okay.”

It took everything in him not to smirk as Tony made for the filing cabinet, he knew that if there was anything in Ishtar’s file against her, it would be nothing but nonsense. Nothing worth a damn that they could claim was worth firing her.

Ishtar was standing out in the hall. She didn’t need to have seen her Sunshine to know he was here, his bike was outside, not to mention walking up along the hall and hearing him rant about how dedicated and wonderful she was here. Well, she couldn’t be more proud he was here standing up for her, for himself at that. Proud, and yet wanting to clip him around the back of the ear. Had they not had this discussion about loving him despite him doing stupid things? Coming here on his own was dangerous considering Tony had tried to stab him yesterday, and with Mario being Tony’s damn best friend, who knows which way the demon would swing.

Hearing the pull of the draw, she shook her head, she sighed to herself having had enough of this farce now anyway. She stepped into the doorway.

“Gentleman, let me make something exceptionally clear, we all know my file say absolutely nothing. We all know, nothing Nick has said is a lie. Tony here, as one of the managers of the bar, has been sexually harassing female employees and customers for years, and you Mario have been doing nothing but sweeping out with the ፏልዪ፪ልፏቹ.”

Mario had been covering up everything for Tony for far longer than she’d been around in this lifetime, so it would take higher pressure for him to stop, and she had a feeling he’d crossed the wrong line this time. Before now, he’d been doing small things, only messing with the women here, this time, he messed with Nick, and while Tony thought that was nothing, he forgot something, two of them to be more precise.

“You might think firing me is nothing, however, good luck explaining why one of your employees got away with an attempted vicious attack on a friend of two well respected Demon Lords. It’s them you’ll have to justify all of this to Mario, not me, not Nick, but Lord Sebastian and Lord Ruffilo. By the Deities, hopefully you’ll have a better reason for your choices right now than just that you're golfing buddies with Tony here.”

Taking a deep soothing breath, she smirked just a bit satisfied at the flabbergasted expressions of the other men, she wasn’t stupid, she hadn’t intended to come here without a valid argument. She knew how to play her hand, Nick had actually done most of her work for her, even if he shouldn’t have come alone! Her silly goose.

“Let's go, Sunshine, give them some time to think it over.”

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evilliyes · 1 year ago

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Blog Update I talked about getting back on the bandwagon and jumped right off after two posts, so... that’s my bad. I do, in fact, have stuff queued up at this point so that I don’t have to think about missing updates every Friday when the hour passes. With this last set, I’ll have exhausted everything I took screen captures of from the time of the Proseka event. There’s still a bit more I can add (especially now that I’ve mastered my cards), such as what the card data looks like, full screenshots of the unique images, and some appropriately credited assets from the game files.

As I’ve played, I’ve figured out that Proseka is basically an endless well of content -- given how 3DMVs work, I can have the Evillious cast doing some tap to Becoming Potatoes, or dancing to Children Record, or enjoy utter ridiculousness with Theme of the Niccori Survey Team, or have everyone jam on some instruments for Lost One’s Weeping. I’ve also done the math and, with all permutations, a five-dancer song has 120 unique permutations of who’s in which spot. And, of course, posting the notemaps for each level of difficulty for each Evillious song.

Therefore, I’ve finally updated my lists (including the addition of the Proseka tag in Misc) and am hoping to get the physical and Kindle items posted, many of which still need to be scanned, admittedly. Some things only work in picture form, but, fortunately, my phone’s camera is actually pretty decent. I also still have copies of books to pull apart (I know, I’m a monster) and other things. I don’t want to make any promises, but that’s where I’m hoping to trend going forward, with Proseka stuff in the meantime as hopefully still-entertaining filler.

Personal Proseka Friending Regarding Proseka (and the amount that I play it), I just had someone add me from knowing about Evilliyes (which is on my profile), so I just wanted to add -- if you find me, feel free to add me! I change my username constantly (sometimes just for jokes), but I guess another way to tell it’s my profile is that, on page 4 on the left, I have my first event badge -- top 4,000 for the MORE MORE Making Christmas event.

I haven’t tested all of these names against the censor (I had to find a substitute for “Queen of the Glass”), but, as a general rule, regarding my cover card... If I’m using anybody who’s not in the VIRTUAL SINGER group, look for [Alice Merry-Go-Round]. If I’m using Miku, look for [Margarita Felix] If I’m using Rin, look for [Lilith Baldured] If I’m using Len, look for [Amostia] If I’m using Luka, look for [Lukana Octo] If I’m using MEIKO, look for [Germaine Avadonia] If I’m using KAITO, look for [Karchess Crim]

The friends list cap is pretty small and I’m constantly hovering between the mid-80s to mid-90s, so I occasionally go through and do a clean of almost everyone on there to just kinda see new peoples’ profiles and accomplishments, enjoy unique customized profiles, that sort of thing. If you’ve friended me and then find out we’re not friends anymore, it’s nothing personal at all, please feel free to re-add me!

#proseka #evilliyes answers #even though this isn't a question

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,771 times in 2022

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#this happens in castle of glass when jason and reader properly move in with each other and you cant convince me otherwise

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Late Night Take Out

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Prompts: 7. “You’re welcome to stay, if you want?” and 39. “I can’t sleep without you here.”

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 1023

A/N: This one is very dialogue heavy and has been written and edited while I have been drinking, so sorry for any mistakes! This can be considered a follow on to this and this. Hope you like it!

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Y/N glanced towards the window as Jason climbed in from the fire escape. She turned back to her computers to pull the blueprint she needed up and listened to him clanging around as he stripped off the suit. She reached up and turned her headset back on when she had what she needed.

“Nightwing, you need to take a left, carry on down the corridor, a right and then it’s two doors down on your left.”

“Got it. We still on for brunch tomorrow?”

“Are you going to be awake for brunch tomorrow?” She asked, smiling when Jason snorted.

Dick made an offended noise. “I will be there.”

“See you at eleven then. You need anything else tonight?”

“No, I’m good. See you tomorrow.”

She switched off the comms and pulled her headset off before twisting her chair around to face Jason. “Please tell me you brought food?”

He held up a bag full of take-out containers. “Of course.”

“I think you might be the best roommate I’ve ever had.” She said, following him into the kitchen.

“Aren’t I the only roommate you’ve ever had?” He raised his eyebrows as she pulled crockery and cutlery out for the pair of them.

“I lived with Dick for three weeks that time his apartment got water damaged and he refused to ask Bruce for money to fix it.” She sat down on the sofa and grabbed a container, taking a portion of the food inside before passing it to Jason. “He left mess everywhere, could barely wash dishes and covered my couch in crumbs.”

“I’m a definite improvement then.” He laughed, piling his plate high with food. “Have you told him where you are?”

She shook her head. “He knows I’m safe. I didn’t think you’d want me to tell him exactly where I was.”

His lips parted as he stared at her. “I-uh-yeah, thank you.”

“I’ve started looking for possible apartments, I was hoping you’d help me vet them?” She said hopefully.

“You’re welcome to stay here, if you want? As long as you’d like.” He rubbed at the scar on his neck, something she knew by now showed he was nervous.

“Jay, I don’t want to impose. This is your space.” She said softly.

“I like having the company.” He said, so quiet she nearly missed it. “After- after everything that happened, the others are trying, but unless it’s about patrol, they don’t really make an effort.”

She felt her heart breaking. Sure, Jason had made many mistakes in the few years since he came back from the dead, but he had made, or tried to make amends with everyone since. The fact that she was sitting on his sofa, eating take out and watching shitty movies with him was evidence enough of that, especially given their first interaction. So she admitted: “I like hanging out with you.”

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The Proposal

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Mild spoilers, sentencing, prison mentions, drinking

Word Count: 1324

A/N: Here’s part 2 of Convenience! Thank you to everyone who commented on and reblogged part 1, it really means a lot. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N’s parents were sentenced to fifteen years each for their involvement in Maroni’s drug operation, racketeering, and money laundering. She chose not to attend the trail and Alfred had been helping her avoid her parents attempts to reach her by phone call. It was all too fresh and she knew she would explode if she talked to them. Bruce respected her decision to distance herself, as always there was an understanding between them that did not need to be spoken. They supposed that was what happened when you grew up together with few other children to call friends. They had always been closer to each other than they were to the other children of Gotham’s rich and powerful. But she had always found it easier to connect with other people than him, especially after his parents deaths.

Maybe that was why it was so shocking. While she relied on Bruce most of the time throughout the trial, in an effort to not burden him with everything, she had tried to reach out to some of the other friends she felt the closest to. All of them had only taken her calls as a formality, hanging up the phone as soon as they could. And that was only the start of it. Bruce had insisted on replacing most of her things, but the shops she had shopped at her whole life had not so gently suggested that she was no longer welcome. Bruce’s heart broke for her with each rejection, but the worst was yet to come.

He was sat in the living room watching the news about the last of the Maroni trials one night when he heard angry footsteps retreating into the drawing room before the door was slammed shut. As he walked to investigate he heard the faint clinking of the whiskey tumbler. He pushed the door open slowly.

Y/N was sat on the floor in front of the fire place, prodding at the logs with a poker to try and get the fire going. The whiskey tumbler and a full glass sat on the floor next to her. Bruce could tell by her posture that something else had happened.

He grabbed a glass from the tray and walked over to her before dropping down to sit next to her. “What happened?” He asked as he poured himself a glass.

She dropped the poker on the hearth and took a sip of the whiskey. “They fired me. Said the company couldn’t be associated with my family name.”

“I’m sorry.” He studied her face, the way she just seemed numb to it all now. He knew how much her job meant to her, how much she enjoyed the work. He also knew now was the time to make the suggestion that had been playing on his mind for the past few weeks. “I think we should get married.” He was prepared for the look of shock she gave him.

“What?” Her head shot up to look at him, waiting for him to say that he was just joking.

“It would be a marriage of convenience. You would get my name, which I don’t think anyone in this city has the guts to try and come after, you’d be protected financially, could keep living here without anyone raising any questions. It just makes sense.” He said it so nonchalantly, as if they were just talking about something like the weather.

“What’s in it for you? Isn’t a marriage of convenience supposed to benefit both parties? What on earth could you gain from marrying someone whose parents have just been put in prison for helping one of the city’s biggest criminals?”

His lips turned up in a half smile, he could never get anything past her. “For one thing, the journalists might leave me alone about when I am going to get married. It also protects this company if anything happens to me. And it gives me peace of mind, knowing you’re protected. It can last as long as we need it to. If we meet other people or we feel like it’s no longer working, we can easily divorce.”

She furrowed her brow. “You’ve really thought about this.”

“I know. And you don’t need to answer now, just promise me you’ll think about it.”

She nodded. “I will.”

****

Y/N tossed and turned all night, Bruce’s proposition running through her mind. When she could not stand it anymore, she climbed out of bed and pulled on a jumper. Her bare feet padded on the carpet as she walked down to Bruce’s room. She hovered outside his door, debating on whether she should just go back to bed. But her need for further clarification won out and she knocked on the door three times.

“Yeah?” Bruce’s voice was heavy with sleep and she felt bad for waking him.

She opened the door as he turned on the light. “Please tell me you don’t sleep naked?”

“No.” He chuckled and ran a hand through his messy hair as she walked in. “Everything okay?”

She pushed the door closed behind her and walked over to the bed. Bruce was sat up in bed, and while he may not sleep naked, it appeared he did sleep shirtless. Y/N was slightly thrown off by how well built he actually was, but she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and sat in front of him on the bed.

“I have some questions.”

“About what?”

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What if?

AU: What if the convenience couple found out they were expecting just before everything with the Riddler happened?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers, injury mentions, pregnancy

Word Count: 6055

A/N: Here’s the convenience AU I promised! I’ve had a few other requests for what it would be like for these two to have kids, but I had already started this. So, I intend to do separate blurbs for those requests. This is a little different from how I usually write because I wanted to include the whole timeline. Anyway, I hope you like it!!!

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October 18th – Late Morning

Y/N stared at the two lines on the test in disbelief, surely this could not be happening. She checked the other two; another set of two lines and a pink cross were staring back at her. She sat down on the toilet lid, her heart hammering in her chest. The tests had only been a precaution, she was so sure that she was wrong.

She had been willing to look past the sudden extreme tiredness, the nausea at random times each day and the fact that she was two months late with her period, because they had all happened before at various points in her life. But she could not ignore the fact that the smell of motor oil and gasoline had made her violently sick for the first time in her life. While she was knelt with her head over the bucket in the station, everything clicked into place. She knew she could not find out for sure in the middle of the night, so she cleaned up the mess and waited for Bruce to get back. After he did, she went to bed with him and waited until he fell asleep. When she was sure he was out cold, she put on his baggiest hoodie and a baseball cap. She snuck out, past Alfred, and went to the convenience store down the street. She brought three different tests, each one boasting that they were the most accurate.

Now, sat in the bathroom, she guessed they all were, as they all said exactly the same. Her throat felt like it was closing, and she could feel herself starting to panic. What would Bruce think? Throughout their whole lives, she could not remember a single time that they had ever discussed their feelings on having children. Hell, she did not even know if she wanted children. Even worse, they had still yet to have a conversation about their relationship being anything other than a marriage of convenience. She dug her nails into her palm and made herself take deep breaths to calm down. She could worry about everything later, she had to be doubly sure first.

****

October 19th – Late Morning

“Mrs. Wayne, I can confirm you’re pregnant.” The doctor did not congratulate her, Y/N guessed the look on her face when she walked in must have told the doctor everything she needed to know. “You have options, these leaflets will explain everything. But while you’re here, we could do the initial ultrasound, unless you want to wait for someone else to be here with you?”

Y/N looked at the leaflets in her hands before looking back up at the doctor. “No, now is fine.”

“If you’ll follow me.” The doctor led the way down the hall to the observation room where the ultrasound machine was. “Take a seat and lift your top up please.” Y/N did as she was told. “This will be cold.”

She was not joking, Y/N flinched at the coldness of the gel as the doctor applied it. She looked at the screen as the doctor moved the scanner over her lower stomach, spreading the gel with it. For a moment all that the screen showed was black and white static, but then the doctor found the right spot and the static gave way to a circle of black with a small, vaguely baby-shaped white blob off to one side.

“You’re about nine weeks pregnant. So, that would put your due date around the end of May. At this stage of pregnancy, we can officially class the baby as a foetus, rather than an embryo. It’s about three centimetres and the heart should have fully formed. We should be able to hear the heartbeat.” The doctor pressed a button and sure enough, the fast heartbeat filled the room. “Everything looks and sounds healthy. Would you like a digital or a print copy of the ultrasound?”

“Print, please.” Y/N could not tear her eyes away from the screen.

“Okay, here you go.” She handed over the small black and white photograph. “If you decide to go forward with the pregnancy, you’ll need another scan between eighteen and twenty-four weeks. You can just phone up and book in about two weeks in advance. The fatigue, nausea and sickness will probably continue for the next few weeks. Any other questions or worries, you can phone up and talk to someone, but if you think that something is wrong, we recommend that you go straight to the hospital.” The doctor wiped away the remaining gel. “Do you have any more questions today?”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

***

October 19th – Early Afternoon

Bruce was sat waiting at the table in the main room when Y/N got back. She supposed it should be expected since she once again only snuck past Alfred when she was sure Bruce was fast asleep.

“Where’ve you been?”

There was nothing accusatory in his tone, he was simply curious, but she still felt guilty. But she knew she could not face telling him right then and there, so she just held up the bag in her hand for him to see. “I went on a parts run. Took longer than normal because Billy had to basically raid the backroom to find what I wanted.” The picture seemed to be burning a hole in her pocket as she lied to him. She dropped the bag on the table in front of him and rubbed at her eyes. The fatigue was back again it seemed.

“Did you sleep?” Bruce stood from his chair and rested a hand on her cheek, a frown on his face.

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

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840 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

Heroes and Villains

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Mild spoilers, arrests, police, drug mentions

Word Count: 1093

A/N: Here is the first part of the marriage of convenience fic! This is just setting up the story. This is going to be a relatively slow burn series, and the first few installments will be pre-batman Bruce. The title is from this song that I was listening to while writing this. Anyway, I hope you like it!!!

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Y/N just wanted to sleep. Her day at work had been long and grueling, but that was to be expected when interning at one of Gotham’s biggest design and engineering firms. She knew that when she started: if she wanted to make sure they took her on full time at the end of the internship, she would have to put in the work. Her parents had not liked it, they wanted to use their influence to get her a higher position straight away. But she told them the same thing she told them when she went to college, she wanted to earn it on her own.

The police cars racing up and down the streets as she drove home were not a surprise. Like everyone in Gotham, Y/N had heard the news that Sal Maroni had been arrested and they were rounding up his accomplices. What was a surprise, were all the police cars in front of her parents’ house as she pulled through the gates.

An officer walked over to her as she parked her car and climbed out. “Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah, what’s going on?” She watched as the other officers carried stuff out of the house and placing it in the police vans.

Before the officer had a chance to reply, her parents were brought out of the front door with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

“Whatever that asshole told you, he’s lying! We haven’t done anything!” Y/N’s mother was screaming at the officers as they took her towards the police van.

Her father was quiet, seemingly accepting his fate, until he spotted Y/N. “Don’t get involved, stay out of it. There’s no need for you-” He was cut off as the police van door was slammed shut.

Y/N just stood there frozen as a higher-ranking officer walked over and dismissed the first officer. “Miss L/N, you’re not in trouble, but I need you to come to the station and answer a few questions for us.”

She just nodded and let the officer lead her to a police car and open the door for her.

The drive to the station and the police questions were a blur. She learnt that Maroni had specifically name dropped her parents and provided evidence that they were both involved in his operation. Her parents had drained their family fortunes years ago; the house, all their belongings, the cars, it had all been brought with drug money. Which meant the police were seizing everything, she would not be allowed to go back and get anything. They even took her phone.

“Is there anyone you can call?” The woman at the front desk seemed more sympathetic than the rest of the people in the station, some of the officers were even shooting daggers at her.

She nodded and the woman pointed her towards the phone on the far wall.

Y/N’s hands shook as she punched in the number, her heart rate increasing with each ring that passed without an answer.

“Wayne residence.”

She sighed in relief. “Alfred, is Bruce there?”

“Yes, one moment.” She heard the phone being placed down on the table as he went to find Bruce.

“Y/N?”

“Bruce, some-something happened. I’m at the police station. I-I need you to come get me.” Her voice finally broke and it suddenly all felt real.

“I’ll be there in 10.” The line clicked as he hung up.

She could not stand the stares and whispers anymore, so she walked outside to wait for him. Her whole body started to shake as the true impact of everything that had just happened started to set in. That everything she had ever known was a lie, her family were gone, her home, all her possessions, everything.

The roar of a motorbike engine pulled her out of her thoughts. Bruce pulled to a stop in front of her and pushed his visor up. She shook her head and he understood, questions could be asked later. He kicked the stand down and pulled the bag off his back. He handed her the helmet before zipping the bag back up. She pulled the helmet on and fastened the strap under her chin. She took the bag from him when he held it out, slipping her arms through the straps before swinging her leg over the back of the bike behind him.

“Ready?” He asked as her arms wrapped around his mid-section.

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Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

(Completed) After his oldest friend loses everything, Bruce suggests a marriage of convenience that will benefit them both (fluff, angst, gets kinda steamy, will eventually follow the film)

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1. Heroes and Villains

2. The Proposal

3. White Wedding

4. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

5. Phantom

6. Designs

7. The Car

8. Wrong Place, Wrong Time

9. Open Wounds

10. Something in the Way

11. Drive

12. Supercut

13. The Memorial

14. Revelations

15. All the Things She Said

16. Bruises

17. Mail Bomb

18. Aftermath

19. Family Secrets

20. For Reasons Unknown

21. Election Day

22. The Invitation

23. Remember, Remember

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m0mmat0rtle · 6 months ago

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FANCY FNAF MOVIE ➵ Ch. 2

Fancy sat at a lone table in the diner, secluded by herself in the corner as rain pelted the window.

She wore her bulky over ear headphones as she played back the recorded interview between her and Mike from the night before, or well earlier that morning actually. She took notes in her notebook with Lisa Frank stickers and rhinestones on the cover.

Just slightly, she could hear the sound of someone clearing their throat over the lulling sound of Mike's relaxed voice from her tape recorder. She looked up as a waiter looked down at her, notepad ready to take her order. She quickly removed her headphones.

"Sorry."

She apologized. "Just a coffee, thanks."

"That's it?" The waiter asked, brow quirked in surprise.

"Yeah." She said simply. "But food is so important, miss. You should eat something." "Too busy." She said with a wave of her hand, dismissing the idea.

"Even more the reason to eat, give your brain some energy to work. You know scientists say that you can't face the day without a good breakfast." Fancy looked up at him. She read his name tag. "Are you one of these scientists, Ness?" He smiled at the mention of his name. "No, but I can be somewhat of a theorist." "Aren't we all." She said.

"Tell you what, I'll do whatever you recommend for breakfast." "Excellent choice." He scribbled something down on his notepad. "Hope you like french toast." He added before taking the menu and hurrying back to the kitchen.

Fancy looked back down at her notes. Her interview with Mike had been a dud, but hopefully not a total dud. He spoke of someone who would be able to help her. Hopefully Mike was right. But Fancy had thought for sure if he was a local in the area he would know more. A small town like Hurricane Utah- well people are bound to talk.

Just like they had in Bear Forest Tennessee. People talk, and nothing brings a community together more than mass child abduction.

Perhaps she was thinking too narrow, she had to widen her sights, her targets. She didn't need to just interview people whose names were attached to the Freddy Fazbear Company, but locals of Hurricane Utah in general. People who have lived here their whole life.

"Your coffee, miss." Ness interrupted her thinking session as he sat a mug down in front of her. "Your food will be out shortly."

It clicked.

"Hey- uh Ness?" She called and he turned. "Um.. yes?" He replied. "How long have you lived here, in Hurricane?" "My whole life."

Perfect.

"Do you mind if I... Can I interview you?" Ness cocked his head to the side. "About-?" "Those children who went missing almost twenty years ago at Freddy's." Ness' face almost lit up. "I would but I'm working." "I'll pay you." She held a wad of twenties in her hand. "Done."

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"State your full name please." "Nelson Patrick."

Fancy flinched.

"Ness, you don't have to lean down to the mike to speak." "Oh, Sorry." He leaned back.

"Nelson Patrick." He said again, this time not so loudly into the mike.

"But most people just call me Ness." He said as he gestured down to his name tag.

"Tell me about your job." "I'm a waiter at sparky's diner. There's not much to that. But I do hear a lot, whispers and gossip from customers. I know just about everything about everyone just from working here. A lot of people will gossip over food and not even think about their waiter." "And how long have you been working here, Mr. Patrick." "Please, Mr. Patrick is my father. Just call me Ness." "Alright, Ness, how long have you been working here?" "Oh a while. I started working here while attending SUU." "What?" "Southern Utah University." Ness explained.

"I got a degree in journalism. But i've been stuck working here since, and publishing articles on the side." "What sort of articles do you publish?" "My theories." "On what?" "On this town. The missing children, the sudden closing of all Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Franchises, The rise and fall of the local Afton Robotics." Ness explained. "Anything that had to do with those missing children, I have written and published articles on." "Where do you publish these articles?" "My blog." "Which is?" "I'll write it down for you incase you want to take a look." He grabbed a napkin and a pen from his pocket with a chicken head pencil topper that stared blankly at Fancy while he wrote.

"Here." He handed it to her. "NESSTHEORY.NET" She read aloud and Ness nodded proudly.

"You can read all about my findings there." He said. "I'll certainly take a look at this, thank you." She replied as she tucked the napkin away in her pocket.

"Now one more thing, who do you think is responsible for the missing children?" "Oh the owner, without a doubt. He may not be the man behind it all but at the end of the day he is liable for any accidents within his business. So he would be at fault. There's never been enough evidence to convict him of... well anything... which is shocking. Not even a child endangerment charge. William Afton was always able to dance his way out of charges."

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Once again, Fancy packed up her things. Ness stood from where he sat across from her at the booth.

"Ness, hey, thank you again for your time I really appreciate it. I'll leave your money with your tip." She said. "Not a problem." Ness replied with a grin. "Just happy to help get the truth out there one way or another. By the way, what's got you so interested in a small town cold case? You obviously aren't a local, I would recognise you." Fancy gave a dry chuckle. One that said she was complicated, there were levels to her, layers. Like an onion.

"I forgot to introduce myself." She said as she shook her head. "That's so rude of me, I'm sorry." She added.

"I'm Francine, my friends call me Fancy. I'm a student at Yale studying pre law and criminal justice. I'm working on my internship with Hurricane PD for my senior thesis." "Which is?" "To reinvestigate a cold case. I got assigned with this one." She said. "And you came all the way from Yale?" He asked and she nodded.

"You must be pretty smart." "I would say smart enough. Not pretty smart. If I was pretty smart I would have figured out who the zodiac killer was by now." she said with another dry laugh.

"Well, I'm not sure if I can be of much use to you but I'm more than happy to help you with your thesis. As long as it's not during my shift. Not again at least." He offered and Fancy smiled. "I would love all the help I can get. Besides, this is your home. You'll know more about it than I do. That automatically gives you and your knowledge an advantage over mine." Ness smiled at her. "Well if you need me you know where to find me."

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robins-treasure · 5 months ago

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Thanks for tagging me!

Here are the last seven lines I wrote for Tales of Dani Chapter 9! This is the final part of the flashback scene I finished working on yesterday.

Dani was getting impatient with Slash still not back from his mission. So she grabs her cloak and tanto, but before she could walk out... "And just what do you think you're doing?" Rockwell asks, eyebrows rose to the top of his head. "Something's not right," Dani answers. "It's been hours and Slash still hasn't returned. I'm gonna go look for him. Anyone who wishes to join me is welcome." "It is too dangerous, Danielle," Leatherhead tells her. "And what if he needs our help?" Dani argues. "I can't just sit here and do nothing while something bad could be happening to him right now!"

Leatherhead thought for a moment. While he knew that Slash was a powerful warrior with his strength and ninjutsu, he also knew that Dani had a point. Their leader is missing and no one knows where he is. But he wasn't going to let Dani look for him alone, especially if the Kraang are still mutating humans. If she were to be captured and mutated by them, Slash would not be pleased.

After careful consideration, Leatherhead nodded his consent to join her. Dani gave him a grateful nod. But before the two could do that, a noise was heard. The entrance door opens to reveal... "Slash?!" "My friend," Leatherhead says, shocked to see the condition he's in.

A severely injured Slash slowly makes his way in to the hideout, drops his mace, and falls to his knees as Dani rushes to him. "What happened to you?" she asks, concerned about his injuries. "Fight...explosion..." Slash answered weakly. "Fight?" Dani repeats. "With who? And where's the other mutant?" But Slash couldn't stay awake any longer to answer that and collapsed to the floor. "Slash? Slash!" were the last words he heard as he blacked out.

Some time later (hours, days?), the tortoise opened his mutagen green eyes. He saw that he was in his room at the Mutanimals' hideout. He then looked at himself to see that he was covered in bandages and noticed Dani asleep, her head resting on the table near him. 'Did she stay with me the whole time I was unconscious?' he thought.

Soon, Dani started to open her eyes and saw her mutant friend awake with a smile. "You're okay!" she gasped. "Nothing can take this turtle down," Slash said. His voice was still weak, but other than that, he was still the same Slash Dani knew. She got up and let the other Mutanimals know that their leader was awake.

As they made their way to the room, Slash thought about what happened with Hob and the fight. Despite all that Hob did, he couldn't help but feel guilty and responsible for his death. What could he have done where everything would end so differently than the actual outcome? Should he have sensed sooner that Hob was not to be trusted? Was there even any hint of goodness within him? He decided not to worry about that now once he saw his teammates. Pete was a sobbing mess, Rockwell gave him a lecture on how he should've been more careful on the mission, and Dani and Leatherhead smiled, happy that their leader is still with them. With plenty of rest and recovery, the Mutanimals will hopefully find the Turtles and put a stop to the Kraang invasion one day.

I won't tag anyone, but feel free to do this!

thank you for the tag @invalidstories !

Heads Up, Seven Up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people.

here’s a little something from chapter 12 of Your Average Fangirl :)

A quick glance at the nightstand tells me it's 10:03AM. I stretch my arms above my head before moving to a sitting position, the standard hotel white duvet rustling with every miniscule movement.

I grab my phone off the charging stand and quickly swipe through all of the notifications. After getting back to the hotel last night, we all went to our separate rooms. When Jace didn't follow me as he normally did, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at not talking with him well into the early morning hours.

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roadkillxd · 3 years ago

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past 18, cis male reader, scoops steveo

how about some work-time fun? perhaps the reader is being a filthy customer, trying to hit on Steve while he's working but Steve doesn't flirt back cause there are other customers around at the time. reader asks for a pop-sickle rather than an ice cream wink wink but, of course, Scoops Ahoy only sells ice cream, so he buys a whole lot of it (in one of those big bowls I don't know the name of) the reader stays, sucks on the spoon and makes eye-contact with Steve all the time.

when Steve's shift is over, he walks over to the reader's table (there is nobody around by that time) and plants his hand onto the table. tells the reader to follow him to the backroom cause he has a pop sickle back there which he could give him, all the while it's clear that he's hard cause the only thing which is covering his tent is the apron over it.

filthy backroom blowjob with some dominant steve who is being a bit rough with the reader cause they teased him all day... you can take it even further in any direction if you please ;))

as always, hope you have a lovely writing! from your number one fan <3

Ugh this is so hot 🥵 Thank youuu my number one fan <3 Sorry if the formatting is a little off I’m posting from my phone!

↪ 1520 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for deep throating, breath play, man-handling, and mention of public sex.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Steve / blowjobs, masturbation.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you grin, leaning forward on the counter. Steve frowns, glancing at the customers behind you as you seem to settle in. You lower your voice to a murmur so only he can hear, a wide grin on your face, “when’s your 30, Stevie? Was hoping maybe you’d sneak me a big and juicy popsicle.”

Steve’s face flushes and he clears his throat, readjusting the stupid little sailor hat on his head as if that’ll help anything, “we don’t sell popsicles,” he says, rather loudly.

You look over your shoulder to catch the few heads that turn to eye him as he turns a deeper shade of red. You roll your eyes and turn your gaze back to him, “real subtle,” you chuckle, “missing out on quite the sweet treat, Harrington, I guarantee.”

You push off of the counter, rocking back on your heels as you examine the flavor options. Steve stands opposite you, fidgeting awkwardly, antsy for you to order and hopefully leave before he pops a boner. There’s no way the thin cotton shorts and little apron will hide anything, and he won’t be able to live down that kind of embarrassment, especially if Robin notices. And Robin will notice. She notices everything.

“I’ll get a vanilla sundae,” you grin. You can hear the middle-aged woman behind you tapping the tip of her flats as her child becomes more restless.

You grin as Steve sighs, puttering around to grab the sprinkles and a large bowl—scooping the ice cream and then moving to the hot fudge machine. He fidgets with it, slapping it with a frustrated grunt, finally getting it to spurt out some chocolate sauce.

He slides the bowl towards you, “Uh, three dollars,” he says, pecking at his register with single digits “please,” he tacks on like an afterthought.

You slide him a crumpled up five, “keep the change. Tip for the tip I’m getting later,” you grin, watching him sputter.

You move away and cackle at him whisper-yelling “worth more than two dollars!” Before he’s forced to delve into his whole voyage of flavor spiel with the permed bob cut bitch behind you.

You sit down within view of the counter, making sure to keep Steve’s attention on you whenever he’s not busy with a customer. He tries to avoid your gaze, but can’t help how his eyes draw back to you like a magnet each time, watching how you performatively let some of the vanilla ice cream dribble down your chin, thick and creamy—or how you playfully lick the spoon while holding eye contact.

He nibbles his lip and turns away, cleaning the counter for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You eat slowly, watching as customers file out and Robin and him begin to go through the process of closing down the store. You’re nearly done with your ice cream when Robin finally leaves and Steve approaches your table.

He leans with his hip popped out against the table, his arms crossed. You lick your lips at the tent in his shorts, eye-level and pushing up underneath his apron. He clears his throat and your eyes snap up to his face, twisted into an annoyed scowl, heat in his eyes.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” He says lowly. All the lights save for a few have been switched off, casting Steve’s face in shadow. You shiver, goosebumps rising up on your flesh in anticipation as you give him a sly smirk and a nod.

He huffs, turning to glare out past the metal grate into the darkened mall before glancing back at you, twisting and planting his hand on the table, looming, “I was wrong earlier,” he says, a small and amused smile gracing his features, “we have popsicles out back if you’re interested,” he jerks his head to the side, nodding towards the back room.

You grin, grabbing your bowl and following him as he heads behind the counter and through the double doors. You toss the bowl and spoon into one of the industrial sinks, gasping as Steve presses up against you from behind, shoving you forward and forcing you to grip tight at the counter to catch yourself.

You can feel his clothed cock grinding up against your ass and you moan low and deep as he begins to suck at your throat. He trails up to nip at your ear, breathing heavy against you, “such a fucking slut,” he breathes, “talking like that in public. Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of a whole crowd of people, huh? Or maybe drop to your knees and suck me off, show everyone how you choke on it.”

Your cock twitches at his words and you moan brokenly, going easily as he pulls you back and turns you around, grabbing your shoulders before shoving you onto your knees. You wince at the hard tile colliding with your knees, your prick beginning to fill out in your own shorts despite it.

He makes quick work of the little apron, tugging his shorts down just enough to pull his cock and balls out. You stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and panting as he grips the base of his dick, the other grabbing at the back of your head to hold you in place as he feeds it into your hot, wet mouth.

He groans deep as you suck him down, pulling at his hips to encourage him to slip down your throat. You choke and groan, the noises you make spurring him on. He moves both his hands to grip at your head, holding you in place as he starts to thrust into your mouth hard and fast, balls slapping against your chin.

You can feel your eyes begin to sting and unfocus, warm tears streaming down your cheeks and drool dribbling out of the corner of your mouth to collect at the tip of your chin. You inhale sharp and shallow through your nose, working your muscles around his prick as he forces it down your throat with each thrust, groaning and gasping above you.

“Throat’s so tight,” he murmurs, breathing heavy as he bucks into your mouth. You mewl in response, fumbling to pull your own aching dick from its confines, stroking yourself hard and fast, the pre dripping from your cockhead ample enough to ease the slide of skin.

He pulls his cock free to let you breathe, giving you a moment to shakily gasp for air, your hand still pumping your cock. He slowly strokes his own, his free hand gliding comfortingly through your hair, “so bratty ‘till I get you on your knees,” he says, soft and almost endearing, “should just tie you up and fuck this pretty mouth all the time. Finally get you to shut up.”

You moan in response, giving a weak nod of your head, so fucked out you’d probably agree to anything at this point if it meant getting off.

He swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, hooking it in front of your teeth and tugging.

“Open,” he rasps, moving his hand back up to pull at your hair. You let your jaw fall slack, tongue lolling out with a soft little ‘aah’ that makes him grin and coo mockingly.

You expect him to shove back into your mouth, whining high and petulant when he just lays his cock on the top of your tongue, holding you in place to keep you from swallowing him down again.

“Needy,” he chides, giving his leaking prick a couple more tugs, coaxing out another spurt of pre before slapping his cock wetly against your tongue, pulling you forward to slip back into your throat.

You moan, nearly delirious with the pleasure of it all. It’s so worth it working Steve up like this—pushing him until he can’t stand it. The result always leaves you pleasantly aching and sated.

Your cock throbs and pulses in your hands as the liquid heat settles heavy and light in your stomach, your hips bucking up into your own fist, eyes rolling back as you come. Steve exhales shakily at the sight, taking advantage of your lax jaw to press flush to your face, shoving your nose against his pubic hair as he comes with a shout, rutting forward like he could somehow get any deeper into you.

You swallow around him, moaning at the taste of his spend, salty and sweet. He hisses at the overstimulation, letting his softening cock slip from your lips with a tiny gasp. His sensitive dick twitches and kicks just from the feeling of your breath hot and heavy against it, making you chuff.

You moan tiredly, letting your forehead rest against his thigh as you try to catch your breath, his fingers soothingly running through your hair.

“You can just ask when you want me to be rough, y’know,” Steve says, voice soft and raspy, “don’t have to tease me like that.”

You chuckle weakly against his leg, turning to look up at him with a sly smile, “not as fun that way.”

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years ago

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Hi! So from the prompt list, could you do the 44th dialogue prompt where reader and roommate!Bucky are talking and bucky just keeps falling in love with her more and more but reader is oblivious to his flirting bc she doesn't think anybody wants her and while they are talking and bonding one evening they fall into the category of relationships as the topic of the conversation (sorry if it doesn't make sense, english isn't my first language)

Bad Night

Summary: After a bad date, Bucky offers his help.

Warnings: Some angst, lil fluffy, pretty cheesy, mentions of sex,

AU: Roommate!Bucky x reader

AN: After 3 days I'm finally letting this go. Not very sure how this got so long, but part of me wants to make a part 2 if that would interest anyone.

Prompt from this list. Requests are always open, reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

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"Hey, dollface, can you look at something for me?" You heard Bucky call, his footsteps getting closer to your room. "If it has to do with your testicles, then no. I will not."

He stopped in your doorway, eyes wide as he looked you over. "Oh, wow. Where you going? Got a hot date you didn't tell me about?" He teased, walking further into the room.

"Yeah, hopefully this one actually goes decent. Now what do you need?"

He turned so his back was to you and pulled his shirt off. "This place on my scar is all itchy. Does it look irritated?"

Until that day you had came home early from work to Bucky standing in the kitchen shirtless. He had expected you to immediately look at the cluster of scar tissue on his shoulder and never see him the same. Instead, you had just greeted him like any other day; a warm smile that made his heart melt before blabbering about your day and asking him about his.

This hadn't been the first time he'd asked for you to inspect a spot on his jagged scar. Although for the first month he'd make it a point to cover it, not wanting to freak you out.

That's when he got more comfortable, walking around without a shirt or just in a towel after a shower. When your smile started making his heart melt even more than before.

You touched your fingers to a small red blotch on the spot where dark metal met skin and he shivered slightly, goosebumps forming on his skin. "Yeah, it is a little. Try putting lotion on it."

He sighed and turned to face you, looking down at your dress. "Who is this guy? Do I know him?" He said cocking an eyebrow at you. "I tried that stupid dating app you suggested." You exhaled, shrugging your shoulders.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shook his head. "You're not going." He said folding his arms across his chest. You raised your eyebrows and copied his actions. "And whys that?"

"Because, I should've never told you to try it. Dating apps are full of weird people." He muttered, going over to your dresser. "Murderers, stalkers, creepy cat people."

He opened the drawer and pulled out some clothes to stuff into your hands. "Which is why, you're staying in with me." He smiled, sparkling white teeth flashing at you.

Rolling your eyes you put the clothes back in their spots. "If I don't go on a decent date for once, I'm going to end up a creepy cat person. Besides, not all cat people are creepy. Mrs. Lawrey is really nice."

"She's an exception." He nodded, following you towards your bedroom door and down the hall. "If it makes you feel better, I'll text you if he starts acting creepy."

He huffed a breath and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around to look at him. "Fine, but, that means I get to come rescue my girl if he does."

You felt a slight blush creep your neck and moved away from him to slip your shoes on. "You're just saying that, because I pay half of the bills." You said, opening the front door.

"And you cook pretty good. Now, go on. Be safe." He teased, swatting at your backside as you walked out into the hallway. "Try not to break anything, please." You told him on your way down the hallway.

"Not making a promise I might break."

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The date had went horrible, one slip up and he said a few choice words to you before calling a cab to leave.

You swiped your fingertips under your eyes to erase any sign of crying before you got to your front door, wanting to avoid Bucky at all costs.

"Hey, dollface. Back already?" He said from the living room. "Yeah..." You mumbled back, trying to make a break for your bedroom to change.

Bucky could tell something was wrong by how you weren't rambling about everything that happened. "Oh, no you don't. Get back in here."

You exhaled and turned back around to look at him. "What, James?" You sighed, walking closer to where he was sat in a recliner. "What'd he do?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're crying, I wanna know why. What'd he do?" You rolled your eyes at his stern voice and shook your head. "Just didn't go very well." You said, sucking in a deep breath.

They never did. As soon as you let one little fact slip, they'd high tail. You would've been better off staying home like Bucky had suggested.

Bucky's voice broke you from your self pity. "C'mere." His hand reached out to grab your wrist and tug you closer. "I'm not sitting on your lap, that's weird."

He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "Doesn't have to be. Stop being a brat and let me comfort you."

Once you were sat on his right thigh with your side against him, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head back against the chair. "This should be our new bonding method. Feels like we're getting closer by the second."

You teetered your head back and forth, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Maybe because, I'm on your lap. That's pretty close."

A soft pat to your thigh and he was looking directly at you, blue eyes dancing back and forth in curiosity.

He wanted to know what made you so sad and torn up about one stupid date. "Tell me about it?"

You took another deep breath and he lifted his head so you could slip your arm behind his neck. "Every single time I go on a date, they mention sex. As soon as I tell them I'm a virgin they're gone. Tonight's was just extra rude about it."

His eyebrows creased together, hand moving to your knee. "You're a virgin? How?"

You looked at the ceiling, tapping a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. "Hm, could be from never having sex." You said the most obvious answer.

"No, I mean-" he huffed a laugh and gestured a hand over you. "Look at you."

You pinched his side and he narrowed his eyes at you. "I thought we told each other everything?" He mumbled, his lips turning down into a frown.

"No, James. You tell me everything. I don't tell you near as much." You said patting his chest, the chain of his dog tags cool on your palm. "You don't have to, I know a lot just by paying attention." He said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Now, explain, miss goody-two-shoes. Why hasn't anyone popped your cherry?"

You looked to your lap and pursed your lips. "When I was younger I never felt the need to lose it. Now, I can't seem to find a guy who doesn't want to have sex on the first date. I'm not losing it to someone I barely know."

When Bucky stayed silent you looked at him, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek and you could see the gears turning as he looked at you.

He wanted to offer his help, but didn't want to scare you away. That was the whole reason he hadn't said how he felt over the past couple of months.

Although, he wasn't sure how you never noticed. How you hadn't noticed the lingering touches and looks, everything he'd say.

You had waved it off as mindless flirting because that's how he played it off; as him being a flirt without any serious intentions.

"You're being quiet and it's weird. Say something." You said flicking the tip of his nose. "I'll do it. If you wanna lose it, I'll do it. I know a lot about you."

"Buck-" you shook your head, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. "You can't be serious." You said breathing a soft laugh.

He nodded and his hand on your knee moved to the back of your thigh.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you looked at him, his strong features completely serious. "I'm gonna go to bed. Its late."

Just like Bucky thought would happen, he was scaring you away. "Wait- no, come back." He said as you pulled out of his grip and stood.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. "Nope, not coming back. I know you don't mean it because... You're Bucky and you say shit like that all the time, so..." You inhaled deeply and started towards the hallway. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Bucky stood from the chair and followed after you. "Sugar, wait." He grabbed your wrist gently and tugged you towards him, nearly crashing you into his chest.

In a sudden movement, his hands held your cheeks and his lips engulfed yours, the abrupt motion causing you to stumble a step back; your hands flying up to grip the sides of his shirt.

The kiss was slow and deep, the taste of his minty toothpast flooding your tastebuds when he slipped his tongue pass your lips.

He pulled away after a moment, looking at your shocked expression. "I mean it."

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 19

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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.

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Chapter 18 | Masterlist

The following Sunday came around fast, I stayed with Rooster that night deciding to bring my bag and everything with me. I felt something brushing against my face and I swatted it away, after a minute I felt it again. "Mm, leave me alone." I grumbled, I heard a chuckle behind me. "Come on, pretty girl. Don't be like that." My eyes flew open and I turned so fast in the bed. "Rooster?" He furrowed his brows and nodded. "Please god, don't tell me this is a dream." A few tears slipped out and he hovered over me, using one hand to wipe them away. He then took my hand a lifted it to his face. "Hey, I'm here honey. I'm right here." I nodded as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

He rolled to the side, pulling me close to his chest. "Wanna tell me what that was about?" I took a few deep breaths, trying to pull back the tears. "Do you remember that big fight we had in Virginia? At mom's show?" He nodded. "Yeah, I do." I sighed, burying my face into his chest as I played with his tags. "That night I had a dream. You woke me up by kissin' my face, you told me not to be like that and then you told me you weren't there and yelled at me to wake up. When I did I was alone on a hotel room feeling like shit and hating myself." He squeezed me to him, lips attaching to my forehead. "Well you shouldn't. We worked through it, we're here now and hopefully by tomorrow, you'll be a divorcee and you'll be all mine." I smiled at his words, feeling a little better.

"And I can't wait to be all yours." He smirked kissing down my neck, tickling my sides as he took one of my nipples in his mouth. "Want me to show you what that entails?" He asked licking between my breasts, smiling up at me. "I think I have a pretty good idea." He smirked again, disappearing under the covers and kissing just above my clit. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, a grin growing on my face. "How about I show you anyway?" He asked, pulling my knees over his shoulders. "Go right ahead, cowboy." He chuckled before pulling my clit between his lips.

We wasted about two hours in bed together, we never rushed we took our time. But now instead of six hours before our flight, we have four. "We have to be at the airport in two hours. We still have to drop Dahlia off to be boarded at the vet, then we have to pick up Bob, Hangman, and Phoenix." I said as I shook my hair in the towel. "Mags, honey. We will make it. I already laid out the clothes you wanted to wear on the plane, with your shoes. I'm going to make us some food while you take your time, do your hair, makeup, moisturize. Whatever you want, okay?" I sighed and nodded, my bottom lip jutting out at him. "You are just absolutely amazing and I love you to pieces." I said as I tossed my arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

"Mm, I better go make the food. Before I pin you against the bathroom door and take you here." I smirked and bit my lip. "I would not be opposed to round three." He chuckled and pecked my lips, pulling away. "You would if it made us miss our flight." I groaned and nodded. "I hate when you're right." He chuckled and headed down stairs. "I don't!" He called, making me laugh. I blow dryed and straightened my hair, deciding to pop my contacts in and leave my glasses in my suitcase. I decided to forget the makeup, slipping on the sage green leggings and a solid black shirt. I laced up my gray tennis shoes before grabbing my suitcase and Rooster's duffel, heading downstairs. I was halfway down when Rooster saw me, "What are you doing?" I stopped, hearing his tone. I was worried he was angry with me for moving his stuff. "I-I was just-" "You shouldn't be carrying both of those, hand them over."

I was stunned and handed him his duffel and my suitcase. He made it downstairs and put the bags by the door. "You okay, honey?" I nodded and moved towards him, he held his hand out to me on the last step. "You sure?" I nodded, still trying to find words. "I-I thought you were mad I moved your stuff. You just caught me off guard." He chuckled and kissed my nose. "I could never be mad at you for that. Now come on, I made you a Rueben just how you like." He said pulling me to the kitchen. "On rye, with extra sauerkraut?" He chuckled and nodded. "Absolutely." He set me up at the island in the kitchen, kissing my temple before sliding me my food and some of the tea I've made for him here. "You are one amazing man." I said as he set his plate on the table. "Someone else told me that this morning too." I laughed remembering I did in fact tell him that.

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"Okay." I breathed as I grabbed Dahlia's leash, holding it as she got out of the Jeep. "Come on." She stared up at the vet, her ears dropping and her eyes getting big. Trying to convince me to not leave her. "Come on, honey. They'll take care of her." Rooster said taking my hand, guiding us into the vet. "Hi!" The girl at the front desk greeted. "Hi I um-I'm here with Dahlia we're boarding her today." She nodded and clicked around on her keyboard. "Ah, yes! And how long are you boarding her again? Just for clarification." I bit my lip, fighting back tears. "Sev-seven days." She nodded. "Alright, I've got her all checked in. Any allergies, special diets or anything?" I shook my head as she came around. "No honey, bees. She's allergic to bees." Rooster chimed in and I wanted to smash my head on the marble counter.

"How could I forget she was allergic to bees?" I asked as a few tears escaped my eyes. "First time boarding?" I nodded. "Well here is the paper with the after hours number, the QR code with video access to her room, and you'll be getting two pictures of her a day." I nodded as she gently took the leash from my hand. "Thank you. She's really worried about her, and honestly I am too a little." Rooster chimed in and the woman smiled at him. "Your pets needs are always first and foremost with us. Feel free to call even if it's just to check in." We nodded and I bent down, petting Dahlia. "We'll be back in a few days. I promise, I'm not leaving you here forever." She licked my face and I chuckled as Rooster crouched down next to me. "Be a good girl while we're gone, and we'll spend a whole day on the beach when we come home." Like she understood him her tail whipped around and she licked him too.

"Okay, we have an hour to pick up everyone else and get to the airport." Rooster said as he kissed my temple. I kissed the side of Dahlia's face and stood with him. He took my hand, turning us towards the door he grabbed the handle and I heard her whine behind us. "Oh god." I muttered, tears streaming down my face. "Roo, I don't know if I can do this. I've never left her with strangers before and I don't know how she'll do or if she'll even get along with the other dogs-" He grabbed my face, shushing me. "She'll be okay, this is new for you both but I promise you, she'll be okay. You love this vet and you were very thorough in your research." I nodded as he kissed my forehead. "Once you get out the door, it'll be easier."

I nodded as she whined again. "Mom and dad will be back soon. You want a cookie?" I turned and saw the girl had pulled out a treat, which caught her attention. She nodded at us to go and Rooster pulled me out the door. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me with him, even when she howled. "Keep walking, come on." He opened the passenger door, helping me in before closing it and making his way to the driver's side. I tried to hold back my tears but it was useless, the sobs starting as he started down the road.

"It's okay, honey. I promise, we'll look at the video feed as soon as we get to the airport." I nodded and wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry, I know it's stupid." He grabbed my hand, kissing it. "No, it's not. She's the only good thing you had for awhile, and you've never left her with strangers. It's okay to be worried. You love her so much, I'd be afraid if you weren't." I nodded, wiping my eyes. "It will be okay. All of this, I promise." I bit my lip, smiling a him. "Thank you, for telling me that. Anyone else could tell me and I would never believe them, but you. I always do and you're always right." We came to a red light, and he leaned over kissing me. "I need that in writing." I laughed loudly. "I'll get that notarized for you."

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We were at the airport waiting for Mav, Penny, Fanboy and Payback. We had already gone through security and checked our bags, now we were waiting at our gate. "Remember the last time we were in an airport together?" I nodded. "You told me you loved me." He leaned down and kissed. As he pulled back, I smacked his head. "And almost missed your flight like a dumbass. I say that with love." He rubbed his head and pouted at me. "Okay, I'm sorry. Smacking your head was out of line." I said pulling him down to kiss his head. "You two need to chill, we can't draw attention. If people find out you're in this airport everything could go south." Phoenix scolded.

"But she's right, you were stupid for that." He rolled his eyes behind his aviators. "Oh, there they are!" He said pointing to Mav and Penny hand in hand. "Thank god! You guys were pushing it, making me nervous!" Mav held his hands out. "It's not our fault, blame Coyote." I furrowed my brows. "Coyote?" Penny stepped closer to Mav, revealing him. "Did you get a subpoena too?" He shook his head. "You all were going and I figured I'd join, for support." I rested my hand on my heart. "That's sweet Coyote but I don't even know if they'll let you in." He shrugged. "Then I'll stand outside with all the supporters and yell at all the haters." I chuckled. "Come here." I said pulling him into a hug. As we pulled away, my hand latched onto Rooster's waving everyone over to where we were sitting. "I really just wanna thank y'all. I hate that y'all've been dragged into this, but the appreciation I have for you guys showing up, is a lot. It means a lot." I fanned my face. "Dammit, I have to stop crying."

Everyone laughed as we all sat, just talking about anything and everything except why we were going to D.C. Coyote took the blonde chick on a date, and her name is Maria. Bob is moving out of the barracks soon, he found an apartment about fifteen minutes away from Rooster and I. Mav and Penny are moving in together. Fanboy is getting another nephew, Payback is officially 'going steady' with a girl he met before the uranium mission. Hangman and Phoenix are both seeing people, I think it's each other but in Rooster's words, 'Phoenix would never be that desperate.' Which I elbowed him for saying.

"Anything new with you two?" Penny asked raising her eyebrows. We shook our heads, "We dropped Dahlia off to be boarded and I had to force this one out the door." Everyone chuckled. "Hey, it was hard. Oh, let me check that video feed." I said pulling out my phone. I scanned the QR code and clicked the link, it brought up a video feed. My heart melted at the sight, there was a tv on the wall playing some show, and Dahlia was laying in her bed on her back with her deer stuffy in her mouth. "Oh god, I miss her." Rooster looked and awed which caught everyone else's attention and we had to show them.

"Group A boarding flight 743 to Washington D.C. from San Diego." We all stood, making our way to get in line. We had our tickets scanned before we boarded, Rooster and I having the left front seats with Phoenix and Hangman next to us. Everyone else boarded behind us and I took Rooster's hand, kissing it. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too, pretty girl." He leaned over, kissing my cheek as everyone else boarded. After twenty minutes we were buckled in and ready for take off. I looked over and saw Hangman had ahold of Phoenix's hand, I tapped Rooster's arm and pointed over at them. He looked, eyebrows shooting up and looking to me. 'Seriously?' He mouthed and I nodded. "I really think they're seeing each other." He looked again and looked back to me. "I think you might be right." He whispered back. I felt the plane accelerate, the force pushing me back. It was nothing like an F-18 but it brought a tiny rush to my veins.

It was going to be an almost five hour flight, so it gave me plenty of time to read the book I packed. After two hours Rooster's movie ended and he turned to me. "What you reading?" I chuckled. "Stephen King's The Stand." He nodded. "What's it about?" I smiled at him. "It's about a deadly pandemic of weaponized influenza and the survivors have separated themselves into groups that are led by personifications of good and evil." He raised a brow. "Would you like to read it? I brought another book." He shook his head. "You don't seem to be a big fan of reading." He shrugged. "Never found a book that caught my attention that much." I smirked and closed the book after memorizing what page I was on. "Twenty bucks that you'll be hooked after the first chapter." He grabbed the giant book from me, looking at the back. "Twenty bucks says I won't be."

"Have fun, it's the uncut edition. Just don't get so engrossed that you ignore my needs this week." He scoffed and kissed my temple. "I could never." I chuckled as I pulled out my other book. 'Verity' by Colleen Hoover, this one had me just as hooked as any Stephen King book. I smiled at Rooster every now and again, the only time he ever looked up from the book was if someone walked by, the stewardess asked him a question or if we hit turbulence. By the time we got to D.C. he had gotten a quarter of the way through the book, and I got over halfway through mine. We got off the plane, stretching before we walked to get our luggage. "Okay, so mom said the cars should be on the lower parking deck, ready and waiting." I said as we got our luggage.

After we all got it, we went down the escalators to the lowest parking deck. As we stepped off there was a flash and I immediately pulled down my sunglasses. "No comments, no eye contact, just keep walking I said as a handful of reporters walked over. We tried our best to ignore them, Rooster tossing his duffel over his shoulder and taking my suitcase, he grabbed my hand with his free one, keeping me close to his side. "Stay close, okay?" I nodded as Coyote stepped up to Rooster's other side, shielding him from the cameras and yelling. "Miss Motley!" My head snapped up hearing Mark's voice. He rushed over, his all black apparel making him stand out. "Get in the car, we've got it." A few other people from my mother's security team came over as we rushed for the SUV's.

One guy took our luggage, another opening the door. Mav and Penny got in first, taking the third row, Rooster and I took the second. After a moment Mark crawled into the passenger seat, another person crawling into the driver's seat. "God, I haven't experienced that in years." It was true, It's been years since paparazzi or reporters crowded me like that, and my first time not being with my mother. "It's been a mad house here, these people are absolutely off their rockers!" Mark groaned as we pulled out of the parking garage. "Do they know what hotel we're at?" He nodded. "Yes, but thankfully they aren't hanging around. Maybe ten but no more." I nodded and leaned my head back against the head rest.

"Hey." Rooster said, kissing my knuckles. "It'll be okay." I nodded at him, offering him a smile. "Yeah, think about it. Hopefully by this time tomorrow, you'll be divorced." I nodded. "The divorce isn't the long part. It's the criminal trial that's going to take so long." Mark nodded. "Hopefully we can get this fucker in prison." Rooster chuckled and leaned forward, holding out his hand. "I like the way you think man. Bradley Bradshaw." Mark reached around, shaking his hand. "Callsign's Rooster right?" He nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Mark, you may remember Mav, and this is his girlfriend Penny." He nodded. "I remember kicking him out of your mom's show in the eighties, only to find him backstage an hour later." I whipped around grinning at Mav. "You sneaky motherfucker." He laughed. "Goose actually snuck your dad and I in." I saw the smile grow on Rooster's face. "Your dad seems like he was a trouble maker." Rooster chuckled. "He was," Mav said clapping Rooster's shoulder. "He was hot headed too, he became a better person when he met your mom." I saw a few tears in Mav's eyes and I watched Rooster reach a finger under his glasses, wiping a tear away. "Aw, honey." I kissed his hand. "Please, no one cry. I'm going to be doing enough of it this week I'm sure." They laughed and we made small talk until we reached the hotel.

Mark got out and got Rooster's door on the passenger side. Rooster got out, then Penny and Mav and then me. Rooster immediately tucked me under his arm to shield me from the cameras, which I was grateful for. As we got in I took my sunglasses off, waiting for everyone else to get in. "How do you get used to that?" Phoenix asked and I shrugged. "I don't know, I never did." "Thank god!" I turned just as my mom yanked me into a hug. "Oh, I was worried about you being out in all that mess." She said kissing my forehead repeatedly, I had to push her back slightly. "I'm okay mama, we all are." She nodded and pulled Rooster in a hug and kissed his cheek before moving on to everyone else.

"Where's daddy?" She huffed. "Work call. Admiral of the Atlantic Fleet is a job that never ends." I nodded as the team brought in our bags. "Thank you so much guys." I said as they handed us our bags. "I'll take you guys to your rooms. We managed to get an entire floor of suites to ourselves." Mom said as she led us to the elevators. "How did you manage that?" Fanboy asked and she smirked at him. "I've stayed at this hotel for years, anytime I'm in D.C. You get perks when you're a loyal customer." She said as the elevator ascended.

When it stopped on the twentieth floor we stepped off. "Okay, Mav and Penny. You two are all the way down there, in the suite directly across from David and I." She said handing them their key. "The rest of you can take your pick, except for this door here that is Jameson and Laura's suite. They're all suites, double up, go single it doesn't matter. This floor has been blocked off for us." She handed out keycards to everyone and they ran off. "You two get the suite all by itself at the end of the hall." She said pointing at the lone door at the opposite end of the hall from my parents. I furrowed my brows at her and she threw me a wink. "I don't want to hear you two. It's gonna be a stressful week." My eyes widened as a blush crept up my neck. "Mother!" She just cackled and walked down the hall. "Love you guys." She said before disappearing into her suite.

"Come on, before she comes out and embarrasses us again." I said rushing Rooster down the hall to our suite. He nodded, his neck as red as a tomato, he followed closely as I opened the door. We rushed in, swinging it closed and applying the latch. "Wow." He looked around like a kid in a candy store. The living room was all neutrals, creams, tans, black couch, white carpet. "I've never stayed anywhere this nice." I giggled at his wonder. "I've stayed here many times, even spent a few Christmases here. It's always nice coming back." I said taking the bags from him and setting them on the ground, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I mean, look at this view." I nodded.

"You'll get to see it at night, it's beautiful as well." He hummed, his hand running up and down my back. "Come here, the view in the bedroom is better." I grabbed his hand, leading him into the bedroom. "I like the one I have right now." I giggled as he pinched my ass. I lead him into the bedroom, the bed was on the wall with the bathroom across from two walls of windows. He walked over to the corner of the windows, looking out. "I'm really in awe here." He said but I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy admiring him. It was a little chilly here in D.C., so he has on jeans, his favorite boots a solid black t-shirt and a red Phillies zip up. Of course he also had a black Phillies hat which sat backwards on his head, never thought a man like that would be my type but holy fuck, here he was in front of me.

"Honey?" I snapped out of my trance, looking to him. "You okay?" I nodded, pushing off the wall and walking over. He held his hand out to me and I took it, "Rooster, I really really appreciate you coming out here for me." He chuckled and leaned down, kissing my forehead. "I would never want to be anywhere else pretty girl." I smirked at him before pulling his hat off his head, and placing it backwards on mine. "Mm, lookin' good honey." He leaned down, kissing me as his hands grabbed at my waist, pulling me close. "It's usually a Stetson, but we southerners have a saying for when a lady takes a man's hat." I said turning us so his back was to the bed. "Oh yeah, and what's that?" I backed him into the bed until he fell onto the bed, his hands supporting him from behind. I snagged his aviators and slid them over my eyes, smirking at him. I crawled in his lap so I was straddling him. "Wear the hat, gotta ride the cowboy." His pupils blew wide to the point I almost couldn't see his brown irises. His hands wandered up my sides, pushing my shirt along with them. "Show me what you're made of, pretty girl." That's how he got his new favorite picture, me on his cock in nothing but his aviators and a backwards Phillies hat.

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The next morning we all met in the lobby before leaving for the court house. "Okay, we're all here." Laura said as her and J were the last to meet us. "Guys seriously, I can't tell y'all how much you being here means to me." They all nodded. "We know." Mav smiled at me and everyone agreed. We all split off into separate conversations Rooster pulling me to the side. "Can I talk to you?" I nodded. "Of course, Roo." He gave me a small smile before pulling me away from everyone. "I'll completely understand if you don't want to, my feelings won't be hurt." I furrowed my brows but let him continue. "With everything that everyone is saying, online, in-person. Do you want me to ride separate? Maybe it'll keep the suspicion down, maybe it'll stir it up, I don't know. But it may make everything easier if we arrive separately. If Aaron sees us together, he may snap and I don't want you in danger. We can ask Phoenix to ride with you or-" I cut him off by lifting my hand, to stop his rambling.

"Bradley," I used his first name so he'd know I was serious. "I don't want to arrive with anyone else but you. You ease my anxieties, you make me feel grounded. Frankly, I don't care what anyone else has to say, my give a damn is busted." He laughed at my song reference. "Aaron can get mad, the crowd can get mad, the judge could get mad. But I love you and I know that unless you're holding my hand when I walk into that court house, I may have a nervous breakdown. So no, I don't want you riding separate. I want you in the car, with me when we arrive." He nodded and pulled me into a kiss. "Okay. Okay, I'll stay by your side." I smiled at him. "Thank you for considering that though, for being considerate of me." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Mags." I smiled back at him. "I love you too." I brushed my hand over his suit jacket. "I see you went with the black suit." He chuckled. "Figured it's better to have you staring at my ass than my cock all day, can't have you making my hard-on noticeable pretty girl."

"Let's go you two!" We turned to find my dad waving us down. I straightened out the heather gray pencil skirt, making sure my black blouse was tucked in as I hiked my purse higher up on my shoulder. We walked out, Rooster tucking me under his arm again as we got into the third row of the same SUV as my parents. The ride was silent, Rooster gripping my hand occasionally kissing my hand before holding it in his lap. As we got closer to the court house the crowds started to build, my nerves started to kick in. "If you want me to get out and have the car circle around, Mark said we could do that." He said as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. I looked up at him, I contemplated it. Maybe it would make things easier on him, the crowd may not hassle him as much without me.

"I'm following your lead, pretty girl. I'll do whatever you want me to do." He said as we came to a stop outside of the courthouse. The screams were deafening with all the doors shut, it was a mad house out there. I could hear screams of support and screams of hatred. Mark got out, opening my dad's door who got out then helped my mom. "Don't let go of my hand?" He smiled before leaning in and kissing me. "I wouldn't dream of it. I love you." I smiled at him. "I love you too." He pecked my lips one last time before crawling out, I followed closely behind. As he stepped out, the screams got louder if at all possible. I took a deep breath before taking the hand he held out for me, carefully stepping out of the car.

We were in the last car so everyone else was standing at the top of the stairs ahead of us. "Lock her up!" "We love you!" "He didn't do it!" Were just a few screams I heard as Rooster closed the SUV door. He looped my arm through his, placing his hand over mine as we walked up the stairs, security keeping people back. Phoenix put her arm around my waist as we walked in, the crowd quieting down as the doors closed behind us. "You okay?" Rooster asked, immediately turning to me. I nodded. "I'm fine, that was just intense." He nodded and kissed my head. "Are y'all okay?" Everyone nodded, Phoenix straightening her navy dress.

"Caila!" I turned to see Jerry rushing over. "Jerry! Hi!" I said as he came over, pulling him into a hug. "Glad you made it in okay, I almost got torn apart." He looked up seeing everyone. "Okay. So whose who?" I laughed. "Okay well first off, this is Bradley." I said, resting my hand on his arm. He held out a hand for Jerry to shake and Jerry pulled him into a bro hug. "Good to finally meet you man!" Rooster nodded. "Likewise." I introduced everyone else and he smiled at them. "So when we get in there, Caila you will be with me. The rest of you will be sitting on the bench directly behind us, it should hold all of you." They nodded and we heard the doors open.

We all turned to see Aaron walking in, turning to wave at the mixture of cheers and booing. "God, he's disgusting. Eating up all the fucking attention." I muttered facing Rooster. His arm slid around my waist, fingers splaying just above my ass. "Do you want me to stop touching you?" I shook my head, "No, it's keeping me calm." He nodded and rubbed his hand gently up and down my side. I tried to ignore Aaron but he was so loudly complaining to his mother about us as we listened to Jerry explain hos this would work.

"He has his hands all over her, mother! She's mine! Not his, mine!" I rolled my eyes as I listened. "I'll take care of this, baby." I heard heels and tensed up, turning to find his mother storming over. Before I could process anything my mother slid in front of me, "Regina." She stared down at my mother, a smug look on her face and her nose turned up. "Martha." Martha cleared her throat, "If you would so kindly move, I need to have a word with my daughter-in-law." I scoffed. That's the first time she ever called me that.

Rooster's grip tightened on my waist, Aaron taking immediate notice of the action and his face turned red. "I think if you have anything to say, you can say it with me standing between you." She nodded. "Caila." I raised a brow at her, tucking myself into Rooster's side. "We are prepared to offer you two-hundred thousand dollars if you drop the divorce and all other charges. We all scoffed and I shook my head. "I'd rather be the most poor person on the planet and be divorced from him." I could tell that pissed her off, she was not happy with me.

"I always knew you were a whore. Cheating on my baby boy!" I scoffed. "Your 'baby boy' did it first, beat the shit out of me and almost killed me. Sounds like you did a shitty job being a mother to me." She screamed at my words, always being hot headed. "You little bitch." I froze as Aaron stormed over, his father trying to grab him. Mav managed to grab my father and I attempted to stop Rooster, and failed. Aaron stepped up to him just as Rooster grabbed him by the collar, the cast on his finger resting on Rooster's hand. "You better get out of the way, and learn your fucking place, Bradshaw." Rooster threw him back into his parents as I grabbed his hand, keeping him back.

"Between you and her, is my fucking place and I suggest you keep your distance." Aaron lunged at him, causing Rooster to surge forward. I barely managed to grab his suit jacket but Hangman, Coyote and Payback managed to put themselves between them. Everyone pushed back and I pulled Rooster behind me. "Stop. Right now. He ain't worth it." Rooster shook his head. "She's right Rooster, I'm not worth it and neither is she." I placed my hand on Rooster's chest stopping him as Bob took place behind me, watching Aaron. "Can I get some fucking security?!" Jerry yelled out and security got their asses in gear, pushing Aaron and his parents away from us.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head at Rooster's apology. "I can't really be mad at you, can I?" I asked and he chuckled, hands coming up to cup my face, kissing me gently. "Okay this is sweet but, we have fifteen minutes before the hearing starts so we have to move." We nodded, going through security and getting into the court room. I turned to look behind me, seeing Rooster took the seat farthest from the center. He could see me and Aaron both from that angle, and he could easily get up and step in if need be. "All rise for the honorable Judge Durham." We all stood, the judge that came out was probably my parents age. He had dark hair, thick rimmed glasses but even under the cloak I could tell he was buff.

"You may be seated." We all sat, me crossing my ankles my leg bouncing with nerves. "Okay so what I want to deal with first is this divorce." He flipped through a few papers. "Is Judge Mathis here?" I furrowed my brows and looked to Jerry who had a smirk on his face. Our original judge stood. "Come up to the stand." I furrowed my brows as he walked past us and sat on the chair to the left of the judge. He had to put his hand on the bible and swear the truth, seeming annoyed with it. "Now, please explain to me why you did not grant this couple the divorce." Judge Mathis ran his hands up and down his pants legs, breathing heavily. "There was no evidence of adultery, abuse or abandonment." Judge Durham hummed. "So the pictures Mrs. Wilder provided was not proof enough of abuse?"

"They had to be tossed out, we couldn't use it as evidence." Judge Durham sighed, seeming angry. "Just a warning for anyone who is sensitive to these topics, we do have pictures I have to show." Someone came out with a stand and large picture cards. "Why couldn't they be used?" Judge Durham asked. "She handed them over herself." "Bullshit!" My eyes widened at his reaction. "You're going to deny a woman who has suffered through this," The first picture was of the scar on my shoulder, it was still fresh and bleeding as I took the picture in the mirror. "This." The second was of a whole set of bruises on my ribs, the ones he gave me right after Top Gun. "Or this." The third was of a few chunks of hair missing from my scalp when Aaron had dragged me up the staircase. "Her divorce. Why did you really deny the pictures?"

Judge Mathis looked around, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Mr. Wilder paid me fifty-thousand dollars to reject the pictures and videos." There were gasps everywhere. I knew he paid him off but fifty-thousand? I didn't know he had that much. Judge Durham snapped his head to Aaron. "Your honor-" "Sit down, I'm not talking to you." "Your honor, I love her." He pointed to the pictures. "That is not love!" If I could stand up and yell preach I would. "Judge Mathis, as a judge in the capital of the United States of America I am hereby stripping you of all your qualifications on grounds of judicial misconduct. Get him out of my court room." I smirked as applause erupted around us, I managed to catch a glimpse of Aaron from the corner of my eye. He was angry as Mathis was escorted out.

"What were the grounds for the divorce?" Jerry stood. "Mrs. Wilder only wants her assets, nothing more." Judge Durham nodded. "That would be your bank account, your jeep and the house you two shared?" I nodded. "Yes, your honor." Jerry nodded. "Objection." Aaron jumped up. The judge furrowed his brows. "Your honor, she already sold the house. The divorce isn't final." He flipped through the papers. "Everything was in her name, the deed, the insurance. It shouldn't matter to you seeing as you went to live with your parents after you were bailed out of jail. Overruled." He slammed the gavel. "She took my dog." I could've jumped across the court room and killed him.

"Ah yes, this gorgeous Great Dane I have been seeing pictures of. What have you put into this dog?" I bit my lip in anticipation. "I bought the damn thing, and it wasn't even miniature." Judge Mathis scoffed and looked to me. "Mrs. Wilder, what have you done with the dog?" I nodded as Jerry handed me the files. "Your honor, I have done all of her training myself. I have taken care of all her vet records, I feed her, bathe her, play with her. She currently lives with me at my home in San Diego." He nodded. "Mr. Wilder, why do you think you should get to keep the dog?" She scoffed. "I bought it." He nodded.

"Well, Mrs. Wilder here reminds me of my wife. You touch her damn dog, and she'll kill you." "Hell yeah!" I head Phoenix yell behind me. "Quiet!" I shrunk in my seat a little. "Mrs. Wilder keeps the dog. Anything else, Mr. Wilder?" Aaron stood, hands on his hips. "She cheated on me." "You cheated first, pot calling the kettle black." I pursed my lips to hold in my laugh. "I have read all the files, every paper, every report, every recording we could find. I have seen all the pictures, including the ones you released, Mr. Wilder. I don't blame her for running into his arms. Hell, I would too if I had you for a husband." I held in my laughter as Aaron turned red.

"You are a pathetic excuse for a man, Mr. Wilder. A man who does not deserve this woman. She may have cheated on you, but you ran her off." I froze as his head turned to me. "Mrs. Wilder. You want this divorce?" I nodded quickly. "Yes, your honor." He nodded. "Very well, by the powers vested in me I now grant you your divorce. Congratulations, Miss Motley." My heart swelled and the tears hit realizing I was finally separated from Aaron in every way possible. I turned to Rooster who had the biggest grin on his face. 'I love you' I bit my lip. 'I love you too' I mouthed back.

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maddiwrites · 4 years ago

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Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll.

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!!

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

Masterlist

It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas.

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought.

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner.

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first.

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning.

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead.

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences.

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time.

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags.

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid.

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement.

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes.

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it.

“Dude!”

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of.

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different.

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump.

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him.

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him.

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified.

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards.

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating.

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting.

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one.

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster.

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach.

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night.

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back?

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his.

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive.

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally.

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper.

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope.

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip.

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to.

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you.

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

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After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves.

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second.

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years ago

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Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation. Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.”

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face.

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself.

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?”

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.”

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.”

“You’re... utterly shameless.”

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.”

#idk if this is really considered dubcon but i tagged it just to be safe #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dubcon #not sfw #my stuff

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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White Lies

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, overuse of the f word, riding, dirty talk, kinda sad ending.

Word Count: 5335

A/N: Sorry my inactiveness this past week, my loves! I’ve just had so much on my plate - hopefully everything will be back to normal this week xx

Also, let me know if my tag list still isn't working for you? I’ve had a few people having issues with it lately.

*** would just like to state for the record I do not condone cheating. Please do not read if this will upset or offend you in any way ***

The empty bottle of wine made Y/N’s body tingle with warmth. Andy’s larger body wasn’t feeling the affects of the alcohol as much, he was a different kind of drunk. His body was more tingly and warm from the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen laying so vulnerably against his side.

Y/N tried to act normal around him, she really had. She desperately attempted to treat tonight like every other night he’d come over to her place. But it was hard to act normal, when the secret of his she’d accidentally uncovered tormented her mind. Y/N knew that tonight was the last time she could ever see Andy.

She first met Andy only a couple of weeks ago when he was assigned to assist a case at the firm she worked at. He’d come in to the reception area looking smart and professional, but his mannerisms were slightly more on the causal side than most lawyer’s she’d liaised with. “Can I help you?” Her voice came out calm, almost soothing to his ears. Andy couldn’t ignore how beautiful she was, or the way his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. “Yeah, is this where I sign in?” She was immediately attracted to his charm and dopey smile.

“My name’s Andy. M’gunna be working with…” He leaned his palms on her desk with a frown as he tried to wrack his brain, Y/N’s beauty distracting his mind from thinking straight. She watched with a soft smile as he quickly pulled out his phone, checking for the name of the person he was supposed to meet. “William Heartly on the Alberto and Bexley case.”

“Okay, Andy,” Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the charming man. Andy tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock as he admired her, just getting hard from the way she said his name. “I’ll let Mr Heartly know you’re here. Please, take a seat.”

A few days of borderline flirty remarks whilst waiting for the lawyer to come and collect Andy later, and Y/N had grown fond of the blue eyed visitor. They had become quite well acquainted with eachother. She adored the way he seemed to be genuinely interested in talking to her. She was attracted to the way he made her laugh, his kind nature. Everything about him made her crave his attention. He was so different to all the other men she’d met, she’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if they were just destined to meet, like the stars had aligned.

“Morning Y/N.”

“So where are you from originally?”

“Here, I bought you a coffee.”

“I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“What do you do when you’re not at work?”

“We should be finished up on the case by tomorrow.”

“I don’t want it to be the last time I see you. Do you wanna come to dinner with me?”

It was the small things he said that had her heart skipping every time he walked through the door, sometimes unscheduled. She wasn’t the kind of girl who has sex with someone she’s just met, but this was different. Andy was everything she’d ever looked for in a guy. She wasn’t going to let herself self sabotage this time, she’d trust that it was supposed to be. So they fucked in the back of his car that night. They exchanged numbers. They texted daily. They hung out, mostly at Y/N’s house. They cooked together. They watched movies. They stayed up late talking about anything and everything. They made love.

Thoughts of their times together flooded through her mind as she laid against his side, her heart sinking as she breathed in his intoxicating scent, one that she would soon be trying to forget. Deep down she’d always known he was too good to be true. But she thought that just this once, maybe she’d find the love of her life. And well, technically, she did.

“This is my favourite part.” Andy chuckled, blissfully unaware of the thoughts that tormented her mind, distracted by the movie on the screen and the peacefulness of being with her. She faked a chuckle, letting her hand rest on his bare stomach under his business shirt. She didn’t want to let him go, to feel the coldness of his absence. She wanted to go back to before that dumb accountant had run her mouth, unknowingly telling Y/N something she never imagined she’d hear.

“Andy.” She mumbled softly, craving all of his attention as she tilted her head to look up at him, noticing how well groomed his beard was. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as her fingers massaged over his skin, desperate for the intimacy the both relied on. Her mind stilled as she admired him, perfection in human form.

Andy immediately fixed his ocean blue eyes on hers, one of his strong hands sliding down her back and into the waistband of her gym shorts instinctively as he gave her a soft smile.

Yeah?” He breathed out sweetly, leaning down to peck her lips slowly without hesitation. She hummed as she kissed him back, not missing a beat as her hand moved from his stomach up to his jaw, pulling his face harder onto hers.

Y/N felt her pussy throb with need as his muscly arms wrapped around her body. She shook her head, causing her to second guess her confrontational conversation and enjoy the moment instead. “Nothing.” She whispered seductively, opening her mouth for his tongue as he ran it over her bottom lip. She loved how wet Andy could get her from his hand simply squeezing her ass cheek inside her shorts.

Andy groaned into the kiss, letting his other hand dip under the bottom of her baggy top, resting on her soft tummy as he felt his cock throb. “Wanna feel myself in here.” He mumbled euphorically as he trailed his lips across her cheek, his tongue leaving wet marks as he went. Andy loved how she made him feel, not just sexually, although he loved that too. But emotionally, she made him feel whole, she made him feel loved and needed, she completed him.

Goose bumps covered Y/N’s skin as she tilted her neck, granting him more access. His hand started moving again as his lips trailed along the flesh of her neck, pushing further under her top as he palmed over one of her perky tits, squeezing it gently.

“Andy.” She threw her head back breathlessly, helplessly submitting to him as her legs parting instinctively. Andy continued to squeeze her ass and massage her boob, his cock straining against the material of his pants as he heard her moan.

“Need to be inside you, baby.” He kissed at her neck repeatedly, longing for the love only she could give him as he bit down softly on her neck, tugging her nipple between his fingers. She let out a whimper as she felt her wetness dripping down her pussy and onto the thin material of her underwear, begging to feel more of his touch. “I need you.”

Y/N licked her lips, resting her hand on the back of his head as her eyelids fluttered shut, her body relaxing against him. Andy let his hand glide back down her tummy, touching her body delicately before fisting the material of her top in his hand, impatiently pulling it up to expose her bare chest.

His lips left her neck, taking a moment to admire how perfect her body was, how perfect she was, breathing out shakily as he looked up into her lust filled eyes, staring back at him lovingly. He leaned closer to her, dropping his head to her tits as he started sucking on her pebbled nipple with his tongue.

She whimpered out in pleasure, tugging on his hair as her back arched off of the sofa in pleasure, nudging closer to his mouth. “Andy.” She moaned his name shamelessly, edging him on to get what she wanted, his cock inside of her.

He squeezed her other boob in the palm of his hand, letting out a groan as he felt her body wiggling desperately under him. His teeth grazed along the flesh of her breast as she tries to wrap her leg around him, needing something to hump her eager pussy on.

“Andy, please.” She choked out in a whimper, losing control of her body as she forced her eyes open to look at him. Y/N breathed shakily as she pushed her tits out for him, watching him kiss his way to the valley of her breasts, letting his tongue leave sloppy wet marks along her soft skin. “I’m so wet.”

“Tell me what you want.” He muttered mindlessly, too distracted by his desire to kiss every inch of her gorgeous body. His tongue snaked across her chest to attach to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first.

“You.” She moaned weakly, her eyes closing in pleasure as her head spun, her hips bucking desperately as she gripped his hair. “I want you.”

Andy lifted his head, moving his body up to level with hers, their breaths mixing as he stared down at her intensely. “I can give you what you just asked for in so many different ways, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips as he felt himself weakening under her touch. “But if you want what’s going on inside that sweet mind of yours,” He kissed her again, feeling her absentmindedly open her mouth to welcome his tongue. “You’re gunna have to get a little more graphic for me.”

She nodded obediently with a whimper, licking her lips as she watched his, her eyes glistening with desire as her hands smoothed over the burning skin of his stomach. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

Andy let out a strangled grunt, his jaw clenching as his strong hand squeezed her bare thigh. “You wanna feel my tongue inside that tight little cunt of yours?” He breathed out heavily through his nose as he looked down at her submitting beneath him.

Y/N nodded shyly at the vulgarity of his words, biting her lip as the soft hair of his beard grazed her chin. “Go get on the bed.” Andy instructed as his lips pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Take your shorts and top off.” He continued as he kissed her other cheek. “Then wait for me like a good girl.” He mumbled as he watched her through hooded eyes, his head spinning with desire.

Y/N’s pussy clenched, her crotch nudging against his bulge as she immediately moved to get up, leaving Andy with a final peck on his lips. He watched her obediently make her way across the room, her shirt dropping to the floor before she’d even reached the hallway.

Andy let out a scoff in amusement, smiling admirably as he felt his heart burst with adoration for the girl. He took the moment alone to regain his strength which seemed to dissolve whenever she was begging him.

His cock throbbed when he walked into the bedroom, immediately seeing her tight little pussy on display for him now that her legs were spread. Andy unbuttoned his shirt as he strolled to the end of the bed, keeping his eyes glued on her dripping centre that was begging for him.

“I don’t remember telling you to take off your underwear.” He mumbled cheekily as his hands dropped to unbuckle his belt after running a hand through his tousled hair, pushing it out of his way as he subconsciously licked his lips.

Y/N’s leg lifted to dig her heel into the mattress, her pussy clenching as her eyes dropped to marvel at his tattooed body that she loved so much. She bit her lip in anticipation as she watched his big hands pull the belt, that had tied her up on multiple occasions, out of the loops and into his hand in a smooth motion.

“They were coming off eventually,” She dropped her voice in a sultry tone as she leaned back on her palm, batting her eyelashes as she watched him unbutton his pants in front of her. “Thought I’d save you some time.”

“And what if I wanted to fuck you with them on?” He raised his eyebrow, smirking as he moved his hand down to grip her ankle. He tugged at her feet, forcing her body towards him as her back hit the mattress. She giggled at his dominance, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she looked up at where he stood between her legs. Andy admired her naked form as he let go of her ankle, pushing his pants down before crawling onto the bed, hovering above her. “Have to wait until next time, won’t I?” He chuckled sweetly as he pressed a gentle kiss on her plump lips.

Her heart sank. There wouldn’t be a next time. A slight twinge of anxiety returned to her body as she remembered the secret he’d hidden from her so well. Was any of this real?

“Andy, wait.” She watched him slide his hand up her inner thigh as his lips travelled down her body, stopping inches away from her heat. Her chest heaved as she slightly panicked, feeling his movements come to a sudden stop.

He looked up, eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion as she tugged his hands off of her. Y/N silently rolled herself over, propping herself up on her knees as she pushed her palms into the mattress, her ass and pussy on display for him.

“Fuck,” Andy sighed in desire, his cock painfully straining inside of his boxers at the sight of her as he shifted to lay on his side. “This how you want it?”

“Mmh.” She moaned out with a nod, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Andy’s weight rested on his elbow as he came face to face with her pussy.

“So pretty.” He mumbled in awe, using his spare hand to grip the back of her thigh, spreading her ass cheek a bit more as he leaned in and kissed her pussy lips softly. “So wet.” He added, mumbling against her heat as he let his tongue poke teasingly out of his mouth, kissing her pussy again.

“Fuck.” She whispered shakily, already overwhelmed with pleasure as her head dropped against the mattress, desperately pushing her ass back towards him.

Andy licked a long strip up her slit, his spit mixing with her juices as he felt her jolting with pleasure in front of him, she was so responsive for him. “So sweet.” He mumbled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her body.

“Oh,” she whimpered erotically, arching her back as her hands gripped tightly against the bedsheets, her nipples rubbing against the mattress as she lost the strength to hold herself up. “Andy.”

Andy let go of her thigh, a growl escaping his lips as his passion took over, forcing his face deep into her pussy, his tongue rubbing against her inner walls. Andy guided his hand down, pushing inside his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock.

He moaned against her, pumping his thick shaft in his hand as he sucked on her clit. Andy’s eyes darkened with desire as he felt her fidget in front of him, rocking her hips against his face as he drank her arousal.

The slapping and sucking sounds of their intimate activity filled the air, a thin layer of sweat escaped her skin as her thighs shook, the pleasure taking over her body.

Andy teased his tip, spreading the leaking precum over his reddened tip before fucking into his hand again. He moaned as his tongue explored her eager pussy, drinking in her scent.

“Andy, I’m gunna cum.” Y/N whined desperately, the feeling on Andy’s beard tickling between her thighs too much for her to take. Her upper body collapsed against the bed as she jolted repeatedly, a bubbling pleasure building up inside of her as she reached a hand toward the pillows for support.

Her words only made his mouth fuck her harder, eager to watch her come undone as he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down her clit. A groan erupted from the back of his throat, his hand pumping his cock faster as a way of settling his desperate need for attention.

The vibration of his voice caused Y/N’s orgasm to hit, suddenly flooding her body with with pleasure as she desperately gripped the pillow her hand. Porn-star moans escaped her mouth as Andy lapped up her juices, his eagerness to feel her walls around him growing as he felt her overstimulated pussy jolting at his touch.

Andy pressed his thumb covered in his pre-cum against her core as he leaned back, admiring her puffy pussy lips through hooded eyes. The sight was almost enough for him to push her down and shove his face back between her thighs. But his cock was throbbing for attention. Y/N was too fucked out to pay much attention to Andy shifting behind her on the bed, still recovering from her orgasm as slid his boxers down his legs and knelt behind her, lining himself up with her soaked entrance before pushing his cock inside of her throbbing pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Andy moaned loudly, his head dropping back in pleasure as a frown covered his face. His hands gripped her hips, her warm pussy clenching around his cock as he started thrusting in and out of her aching hole.

“Pull out.” Y/N whimpered out quickly, her head turning sideways to look at him over her shoulder as she moved her palm back to push him away by his stomach. His cock felt so good inside of her aching pussy, satisfying the need to feel him, like he was made to fit inside of her.

“No.” Andy growled desperately as he pulled her hips back against him hard, unable to fathom the idea of having to pull his cock out of her warm, dripping cunt.

“Andy,” Y/N hissed in frustration, whining at the feeling of his balls slap against her ass, the enormous amount pleasure coursing through her veins almost made her second guess her request. “I want your cock in my mouth first.”

Andy’s movements stilled as he let out a groan, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to press his chest against her back. His cock angled deeper inside of her, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she arched back, feeling the material of his shirt which hung open on his body. “Well, in that case.” Andy chuckled deviously as he pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips as he regretfully pulled out of her soft pussy.

Andy leaned back up on his knees, not even giving Y/N time to think about the empty feeling washing over her before tugging her backwards by her arm to press her back against his chest. Andy’s hand snaked around to her throat, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her passionate. Y/N smiled as she kissed him back, feeling the desperation on his lips contrasted by his rough touches.

“Lay down for me, okay?” She asked sweetly, knowing that if she tried to command him in any way, he’d fuck her into the mattress just to put her in her place. She pecked his lips softly, feeling his cock nudging desperately between her ass cheeks.

Andy groaned as he pulled himself away from the kiss, her voice sweet enough to be able to get him to do anything. He let go of her body, shuffling to obey her request as he turned his body to lay his head on the pillows.

He watched the way she admired his cock that was standing proudly, glistening with her juices as she crawls toward him. She bit her lip, her soft hand running ticklishly up one of his thighs as her lips kissed along the other.

Andy groaned as her lips inched closer to his throbbing member, his hips bucking slightly in need. Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock, unable to stop her lips from wrapping around his tip, her tongue flicking ever so teasingly over him.

Andy let out a grunt of frustration, forcing his eyes to stay open as his hand moved down to rest on the back of her head. Y/N could tell he wanted to take control, feeling his cock throbbing against her tongue as she glided it down his shaft and started bobbing her head.

“Fuck, baby.” Andy’s hand tightened on her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he tugged hard on her hair, little moans escaping his open mouth uncontrollably. “Just like that.”

He breathed out shakily, his eyes fixated on the sight of her between his legs, gagging on his cock as she took his whole length. Y/N let her jaw go slack, allowing him the freedom of controlling her movements as he fucked into her mouth.

Andy’s jaw clenched as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Oh, fuck.” His face screwed up, in awe of just how good she always made him feel.

The sound of Andy’s heavy breathing has Y/N’s pussy clenching in anticipation of his throbbing cock being back inside of her. She moaned around his length, bobbing her head to assist with the rhythm that his hand was moving it up and down. The drops of saliva that trickled down her mouth didn’t cross her mind as they landed on Andy’s skin.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, breathing through her nose as Andy’s cock filled her throat, her nails digging harshly into the flesh of his thigh.

Andy movements came to a sudden stop, desperately trying to recompose himself as he almost lost control. He kept her lips against his skin as he held her head down, his cock filling her mouth and opening her throat as he tried to stop himself from reaching his climax.

“Fuck.” He moaned loudly, eyes not leaving the sight of her mouth warming his thick cock. Y/N was caught by surprise, trying to control her breathing as she choked, swallowing around him in an attempt to breathe. “Baby I’m gunna cum down that pretty little throat of yours if you don’t stop.”

She whimpered at his words, staying in position as her pussy dripped down her thighs, moving her other hand to rest on Andy’s lower stomach, trailing her fingers delicately over the skin.

Her throat started to involuntarily tighten as Andy watched her keep his cock in her mouth like a pacifier. He licked his lips as his blue eyes locked with hers, finally letting go of her head as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

Y/N took a moment to catch her breath, leaning up on her hands as they smiled knowingly at eachother. Andy watched intensely as she crawled up his body, their skin touching intimately as she sat back on her knees, straddling his waist.

He pulled her into a deep kiss as her hand cupped his beard covered jaw, her head tilting to grant him more access. Y/N rocked her hips down from where she sat above him, feeling his thick cock nudge against her pussy.

Andy moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding from her hips around to massage her ass cheeks. She sucked on his bottom lip desperately, pressing her chest against his she let go of his jaw, tugging the material of his shirt off of his body. She slid her hand down to his cock once he was completely naked beneath her, lining him up with her entrance as she braced herself for the feeling of his cock stretching her out.

“You’re so needy for my cock, baby.” Andy groaned into her ear as he tugged her hand away from his shaft, jolting his hips up to push himself fully inside of her.

“Andy.” Y/N moaned out with a gasp, surprised by his sudden movement as she momentarily dropped her head onto his chest, losing control of her body as her nails dug into his arm.

Andy’s wide chest caught her weak body, guiding her ass back and forth along his length with his big hands. “I’m not gunna last long.” He groaned desperately as his lips parted in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her pussy tight around him.

“So big.” She whimpered softly, still trying to stretch in order to accommodate to his size. Andy kissed her temple lovingly, his heart sinking at her words as his cock twitching inside of her rubbed up against her walls.

“Thought you would’ve gotten used to me by now.” He whispered cheekily, trying to distract her from the pain. He dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips, smiling as he noticed her chuckle shakily in response, both of them drunk on the feeling of their intimacy.

“Your cock is huge, Andy.” She mumbled sweetly as she kissed him back, starting to move her hips slowly as she adjusted to his thick shaft. “It’d take a lot longer than this for me to get used to it.”

“Shit.” He hissed as Y/N forced herself to bounce a little faster on him, a soft sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. Her stomach clenched as she paced up and down his cock, feeling so full with him inside of her.

One of her hands lifted to rest on his shoulder, the other on the mattress beside his head as she sat up on him, regaining her strength. Little whimpers left her lips as she pleasured herself on Andy’s cock, feeling his strong hands holding her tightly. His fingers left marks on her curvy hips, the new angle gave them both an increased amount of pleasure.

Groans rumbled in Andy’s throat as he clenched his jaw, admiring the gorgeous woman above him. He forced his eyes to stay on her, smitten with the way her back arches towards him, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her face looks flushed and so very satisfied.

“Andy” She moaned his name, her eyes fluttering shut as she slid her hand from his shoulder to his chest, her finger nails digging into his skin.

He was mesmerised by the way her pussy smacked down against his skin with every bounce of her hips, rubbing the length his cock with her tight walls.

“C’mere.” Andy mumbled breathlessly, reaching his hand up to lift her arm from his chest, as he tugged her arm towards his head. He pulled her body down on to him with ease, desperate to have her closer.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to obey to his gentle command, resting her chest flush against his once more as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. His hands slid down to her ass, spreading her cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into her.

She forced her head to stay focused on him, even as the overwhelming pleasure filled her body. Andy instantly smiled admiringly down at her, proud of how well she was taking him. His heart fluttered as he noticed her smiling beck at him, losing theirselves in the love they felt.

He grunted desperately, feeling his cock push deep inside of her with every jolt of his hips. “Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean you’re in control.” He mumbled through hooded eyes, craving more and more of her attention.

Y/N chuckled at his comment before whimpering as his cock hit her cervix, leaning up to kiss him as she cupped his jaw in an attempt to satisfy the need to bring him closer.

Andy kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth to twirl with hers. He lifted his knees, pressing the heels of his feet into the mattress as he fucked up into her with more leverage.

Y/N moaned as she felt Andy’s cock slide deeper into her, protruding through the bottom of her tummy from inside of her. She moaned into another loving kiss, her clit rubbing against his skin as she felt her orgasm bubbling.

“Want you to cum around my cock.” Andy moaned against her lips, one hand digging into the thick flesh of her thigh as his length twitched inside of her.

“You’re close, Andy.” She whispered back matter-of-factly, noticing the way his cock was twitching desperately inside of her. Andy knew she was right, he could feel his release rapidly building up, his heart swelling at how well she knew him.

He nodded in response, their breaths colliding as Andy’s spare hand held the back of her head, tugging her hair slightly out of desperation.

Andy quickened his pace, feeling her juices running down onto his balls. Moans filled the room as Y/N moved her hips down aggressively, using the last of her strength to sit back up on Andy.

The sudden change of her angle was too much for Andy, sending him spilling his seed inside of her as his hips jolted erratically.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into her tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on her body.

Andy didn’t stop slamming up into her, the feeling of her pussy clenching around his length was something he never wanted to stop.

Y/N felt her orgasm wash over her with a loud moan, his cock rutting into her sensitive pussy as her hole filled with his warm cum. Her nails dug into his chest as they both stilled for a moment, trying to make the euphoria of the moment last.

Her overstimulated pussy pulsated around his cock, still deep inside of her as he took hold of her wrist softly, looking up at her in admiration.

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to steady herself with one hand as she felt Andy’s lips kissing her wrist. Her stomach sunk as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, dread washing away the pleasure.

“Say it.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes slowly opening as she looked at him innocently through her lashes.

“I love you.” He spoke without hesitation between kisses, his eyes never leaving her face as he admired her beauty.

“No, Andy.” She sighed irritably, lifting her hips up just enough for his cock to slide out of her, emptying herself of his length before sitting back down on him carefully. “Just say it.”

Andy sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he felt his heart sinking inside of his chest. He knew that his truth would catch up with him eventually, he just hoped it would be further in the future. The sadness that covered Y/N’s face had his heart aching at her pain, hating that he’d done that to her. “I’m married.”

She held her breath for a moment too long, feeling her heart break as the words left his lips. “I hate you.” She mumbled, closing her eyes to stop the tears from escaping. She sighed heaving as she laid her chest back on to his, enjoying the last of his presence. How could she have let herself so vulnerable? Why did she ever let her guard down? Why did she ever let him in?

“I know.” Andy sighed heavily, hating himself for hurting her. She hid her saddened face in the dip of his neck, relaxing against him as she inhaled his scent. Andy’s hands slid up her sides to wrap around her back, hugging her tightly.

The haunting silence engulfed the room, an emptiness between them where there had once been an overwhelming sense of fulfilment. Andy knew deep down in his gut that he’d lost her. He knew how much he’d unintentionally hurt her. He knew it was over. But there was nothing he could do, because the truth was, it never even should’ve started.

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Our Moment Pt 2

Marvel - A Captain America Fairytale AU

King! Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Here's Part 1

1.2K Words

Here's my Masterlist.

Our Moment Pt 2

the beginning of the end - angst alert

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The scent of books hit your nose and you grinned at the familiar comfort.

"I take it you like this room," Steve smiled down at you.

His smile was contagious, and you gave an eager nod. "I've never seen so many. The bookstore in town only has a small collection that I have already read through three times."

"You are welcome to borrow whatever you'd like. This shelf here are my personal favorites. "

"Really?" you asked shocked, a smile finding its way onto your lips. It was almost always there when Steve was around. "I've read most of these."

"You have incredible taste."

You and the king had been spending a lot of time together for the last few weeks. You were undeniable close, and that terrified you, even still, you absolutely adored Steve.

You pulled gently on a book that caught your eye, tracing your finger over the cover.

"Will you be coming to the ball in a few days?" He stepped closer. You could feel the heat of him on your back and you bit back a blush.

"I don't-"

"I would like you to be there."

You turned around so you were facing him, and meeting his solemn blue eyes.

"You would?" your voice is a gentle whisper, and Steve's features soften as his lips curl up once more. His thumb grazes your cheek hesitantly.

"They're not much fun," he admits, keeping his voice as quiet as yours. "but they would be tolerable with you there."

"I'll think about it," you said.

He nodded, stepping back. "I'll wait for you under the gazebo in the courtyard just before midnight. I wish I could meet you earlier, but-"

"It's okay, I understand," you reassured. He took your hand in his and you bit your lip to hide the giddy smile.

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"Mother, if I finish my chores may I please go to the ball with you?" you asked as you cleared the dinner dishes.

The lanky woman with dark eyes and a polished face flashed you an assuming look. "Why would you ever want to go there? You know it's not a place for your kind."

"I understand," you whispered, even though everything in you recoiled at her harshness. "But I have never been to one and I would just like to see what it's like. That's all."

You swore she could see right through your sort-of lie. She sipped her tea. "I'll think about it. Continue along." She dismissed you.

You didn't expect her to give in so easily and it left an uneasy feeling in your gut.

The day of the ball, you were serving your step-mother and step-sister breakfast.

"You can go, but you must find your own dress and your own ride. You must get everything on this list done first."

You step-sister huffed, but you couldn't be more excited. You did your best to school your features as you took the folded piece of paper from her fingers.

"Thank you," you said, only to find out there was double the amount of chores as usual. There was no way you were going to finish before midnight. You didn't even have a dress.

Yet, you still did your best to remain optimistic and got started right away.

It was nearly ten at night when you finished, and an idea struck you about a dress. You yanked an old, dusty trunk from under your bed. It was the only box of things you had of your mother's.

You had kept her favorite dress tucked and wrapped protectively away. It wasn't nearly as fancy as some of the newer ball gowns, but it was perfect to you.

The soft baby blue bodice hung to your body before splaying out into a silky skirt. It felt like a dream, and luckily hid your tattered shoes.

You saddled up Peaches, and sped down the trail.

The large luminous clocktower in the distance was your only sense of time. The minute hand seemed to be moving faster then you could keep up with as you caught glimmers of it through the trees.

The loud croaks of midnight came just after you landed in the courtyard. You could hear the noise from the ballroom above, but the garden felt miles away as you focused in on the tall man with his back turned to you. He appeared lost in thought.

"Hello," you greeted gently, hoping he heard you approach. His body language unnerved you. "I know I am late-"

"I knew it was too good to be true. It was a set up all along," he said, his back still facing you.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, feeling your heart pick up speed.

He finally turned to face you, his blue eyes steely and unreadable. They gleamed from the glow of the party. "You don't have to keep up the charade. I know."

"You know what, Steve?"

"Don't call me that," his voice remained even, but you felt the bite to it as you took a trembling step back. "Your mother told me of your plan." He ran a hand through his hair, an aggravated sigh escaping his lips.

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The presumptuous looking lady blocked Steve's sight of the door he was watching. He couldn't wait to see you tonight. He hoped you would show.

"Your highness," she greeted with an exaggerated curtsey. "I have something you would like to know."

"Alright," he answered, dismissing the men he was half listening to and shifting his full focus to her. "Please continue."

"My daughter had been sneaking out, and as a worried mother, I had to check in on her. She's never opened up to me, so I went to her diary. As it turns out, y/n has been meeting up with you."

He straightened. "You're her mother?" You didn't seem to have anything in common with this woman, certainly not looks. You were beautiful and natural and-. He shook his head.

She gave a fake charming laugh, "Don't act so surprised, My King." She dropped her smile to something that could only be seen as pitiful. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it's better to hear it from me. In her diary, she writes about how boring you are, and how much she dreads hanging out with you. She's only doing it for the crown."

Steve didn't want to believe her, but it was his worst fear coming into light. He felt his heart sink into his stomach.

Why else would anyone hang out with him? Should it really bother him that everyone was the same?

You though, he had expected different.

"Thank you for telling me," he said, turning away and missing the lady's evil, satisfied smirk.

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"Why would your mother lie?" he asked you. He couldn't deny the miserable feeling in his gut from your hurt expression.

"She's not my mother. She's my step-mom."

"She found your diary," he pressed.

"I don't even have a diary," you whispered exasperated, smearing a fallen tear with your palm.

The silence was tangible.

"Why would you believe her over me?" The tears continue to fall and you decided to let them.

Steve extended his arm, but you stepped back, feeling the heartbreak close your throat. You struggled to swallow the lump.

You liked him a lot, maybe even loved him. You had spent an unbelievable amount of time together for how busy the both of you were, and maybe you should have clued him in on your home life. You just didn't want to be pitied.

Maybe this was for the better. You were world's apart, and you weren't ready to be something you weren't.

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He called your name, but you were already walking away.

PART THREE

AN:

This was only supposed to be two parts but it got too long 🙈 a third is on its way. Hopefully it won't take me as long to get published.

If you want tagged in part 3, please comment on the FIRST PART. helps me keep track better.

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