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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 1

Intro: This story is a collab and was written by both @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I. It was born out of a fun role play we have going on. We ended up having so much a fun with this particular idea that we thought we should post it as a 3 part story and share it with the rest!

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Summary: After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, vandalism, dominant overprotectiveness, BDE, husband stalking his wife, sexual innuendo, dirty inappropriate talks, mentions of sex and oral, weed and alcohol usage. Sex in the next parts :D Walter is a Boomer.

A/N: We didn’t beta it and did transform it from 2nd to 1st person POV, really hoping you guys will enjoy it as we did. Feel free to share your thoughts.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Nothing chilled my heart more than waking up in an empty bed. Walter was already gone, leaving his side of the mattress cold and abandoned. A heavy sigh broke from my lips, I stroked the ghost of the kiss that still tingled on my cheek, knowing he planted it there before heading to work.

Sadness seeped into my heart as I realised I won't see him today. Our work scheduled conflicted and I have scheduled a "date night" with my girls in the evening. Picking up my phone, I texted him a pouty emoji and then headed to get my day started.

Walter left me on read, which just fuelled the brat in me. When he called during his lunch break, he was taciturn as usual, and most of the call was about his disapproval of us girls going out without at least one male friend or a boyfriend to chaperone.

"Oh my god, Walter, this is not the 50s! Women can leave their house without a husband tagging along!" I grunted and berated him, "stop acting like someone is going to kidnap me!!! I'm an adult woman!" I snapped at him while sitting at the cafe. People sitting around stared quietly as I hung up the phone, and stormed out.

~~~

Walter looked at his mobile phone, shocked. He couldn't even remember the last time someone hung up on him, let along his wife.

"Fucking brat," he muttered as he pocketed it.

After lunch, he went into the precinct. Since it was flu season and they were having a shortage of uniformed officers, he volunteered to patrol tonight. Assuming he might even be able to check up on me wherever I get to town. Just to keep me safe. That's right. Not from jealousy. Not because I'll be all dolled up and tipsy and every man in the vicinity will ogle me.

~~~

As the evening loomed, I was in dire need of letting loose. Walter had left me incredibly frustrated, acting like a police officer from hell rather than my husband. Going through my closet, I stumbled upon the most outrageous piece of wardrobe: a black strappy thing with corset details at the front. The same one I've worn for our first date which of course ended up with Walter and I dry humping like two horny teenagers at the back of his truck and him eating me out until I came all over his beard 4 times.

I slapped a dark red lipstick and put on a pair of red "fuck me" pumps before leaving to meet the gals in a new night club that had just opened. I might or might not have a rolled-up joint in my purse.

~~~

Walter was sitting in a patrol vehicle on the opposite side of the street from the new fancy club with translucent walls. We were all sitting beside the window at a small table full of cocktail glasses, but the girls were gesturing toward the dance floor. Walter chose a dark spot on the street to park the car and was wearing a beanie.

But he didn't need it. He knew I was oblivious to him and also to the men staring at me from 3 different tables. He ground his teeth frustrated when he first noticed that I was wearing that dress. His blood boiled as I was slowly sipping a cocktail with a sexy little pout around the long straw.

"Let's dance!!! I wanna dance!!!" I whined at my friend Keylah, grabbing her wrist and dragging her with me. My posture was slightly unstable after two cocktails and probably not enough food to pad my belly. She followed me to the dance floor while Stephanie remained in her seat, talking to some guy just for the sake of trolling. He'd been hitting on each one of us unsuccessfully.

After an hour of dancing with Keylah, swaying my ass in ways that didn't leave any imagination to the men lurking, I remembered the little treat I had in my purse and decided we should take a small break to breathe some fresh air.

I grabbed the girls, and we walked outside.

"Okay, don't you dare mention this to Walter," I warned them as I took the joint out from my purse.

"Daddy Magnum gonna punish you?" Steph teased while I lit the weed.

"Oh, you have no idea, he gave me shit about seeing you tonight without a male chaperone, like this is Mad Man or something."

"Woah! Walter is a boomer!!!" Keylah teased, and we all laughed hysterically.

~~~

Unbeknownst to me, Walter was watching us dance from his patrol car, getting more and more frustrated by the hour. He observed as I gathered both girls and came out on the street, walking a couple of meters away from the entrance. A frown fell on his face as he saw me taking a lighter out from my purse.

"She doesn't even smoke, what the hell?" he fumed.

His eyes widened when he saw the telltale shape of a joint between my fingers. His mouth was agape as I lit it up and started smoking and passing it around. "What the fuck? Where did she get that?" he muttered incredulously.

'It's fucking illegal in Minnesota, what the fuck? A cop's wife at that!' He thought, rage simmering in his gut.

The police radio suddenly began buzzing, the sergeant calling on the line.

"Hey Marshall, Toby came in for the night shift after all. Do you want him to keep you company?"

'And see Walter's wife going to town on a spliff? No fucking way.'

"No, Sarge, thanks. It's uh... calm tonight." He frowned from afar. "Nothing but law-abiding citizens," he replied, hoping his sarcasm didn't go through while he was watching the wife of a respected detective drunk and smoking weed in the great outdoors.

"All right" the sarge concluded and cut the line, and Walter put back the radio.

‘Un-fucking-believable.'

~~~

The girls and I fell into a fit of wild giggles, thoroughly buzzed and high at the same time. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn't even bother fixing it as the combination of drugs and alcohol made me frivolous and careless.

"Is Walter such a nerd in bed too? Is he one of those guys who won't even make a sound because they are ashamed of it?" Stephanie asked to which I immediately snorted.

"Walter fucks like a beast from hell," I answered and put off the remains of the joint against the heel of my shoe.

"I had to go to the gyno at least four times in the past because he was too violent, and trust me, the noise he makes, luckily no one called the police yet…"

"Jennifer, your husband is the police!" Keylah answered, and we burst into another fit of giggles which then gradually died down.

The same man who bugged us from before followed us outside, giving us some stares and making a suckling voice with his lips. I snorted at him and told him to fuck off before putting my arms around my girls.

"This place sucks, let's go grab something to eat from the store, if Walter sees me like this I will NEVER hear the end of it".

~~~

Walter was watching us walk away, still furious about my illicit behaviour. He promised himself that he'd have a serious conversation with me about this tomorrow. He gave us two blocks of a head start and then ignited the engine of the car and made a U-turn, slowly he rolled towards the store and saw us enter. He made another U-turn in front of the store to park across the street. He just hoped that we'll buy some nachos and a coke and then call it a night, and call a cab to go home.

~~~

It was close to 1am. We barged into the store, marching through as if we owned the place. Keylah stopped by the condoms section and threw a bottle of lube in my direction. "Here you go, Jennifer, you gonna need it".

I laughed and threw it back at her, grabbing a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

"Better fuck his brains before he starts asking where you've been tonight," Stephanie added.

"Can you girls please behave?" The clerk-lady requested politely, giving us a prudent look. I rolled my eyes at her and then stopped short as I saw a large stuffed grizzly bear that reminded me of Walter. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly just as I got the sudden urge to misbehave.

"Girls…" I whispered, making them come closer, "bet you a 20 I can sneak this out without paying!"

~~~

Walter's shoulders slumped, and he let out an irritated groan when he saw one of the girls throwing things inside the store. Though, he sighed in relief when I paused this stupid game, and a small smile tugged the edge of his mouth when I hugged a huge stuffed bear that reached down to my thighs and was high above the top of my head as I squeezed it to my torso.

The way I looked at the bear reminded him of the loving looks I always gave him. But a sense of foreboding assaulted him as we started whispering and pointed at the door.

~~~

"Okay, okay… shush!" I whispered way too obvious and held the stuffed animal behind my back.

"Hey Keylah, can you pay for my chips?" I asked and backed away toward the door, nearly stumbling on my heels and holding the laughter in my gut.

Noticing my attempt, the old woman cleared her throat, giving me a glare, "You are going to have to pay for that or I will call the police…"

"Her husb…"

"Shut up, Stephanie!" Keylah shouted and threw a bottle of lube in her direction, accidently hitting my shoulder, which made me drop the bear on the floor.

"Key, you fucking bitch!!!" I answered and picked up the bottle, throwing it back at her.

"Hey stop that!!!!" The clerk demanded and walked back behind the counter, picking up her phone.

We ignored her, laughing like schoolgirls and throwing the bottle back and forth between us. Boxes of tampons and condoms fell to the floor as we moved through the hygiene section shouting playfully.

As Keylah threw the bottle at me for the 12th time, I lifted it and threw it so hard it hit the window and broke it, causing the store's alarm to go off immediately.

"Oh… fu……..ck" I uttered.

~~~

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Walter panicked as he saw us vandalising the store. He was immediately ready to jump out of the car, but then it would be obvious he'd been keeping an eye on me. He had to wait for the call.

He wasn't even hoping that the clerk would not involve the police in the matter. She has to.��‘Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.’

When he saw the lady picking up the phone, he buried his face in his palms and rubbed it tiredly.

"Stupid, fucking bitches" he sighed, not believing his wife being so reckless.

He picked up the buzzing radio and said, "Marshall. I'm here. On it."

Without delay, he took the beanie off and got out of the car with his badge and gun ready.

~~~

Fingers dug into my hair, I stared wide-eyed at the broken window, immediately regretting all my decisions in the last couple of hours.

'Walter was going to fucking kill me'.

"I am soooooooo……." I began to say, turning to the clerk slowly while Keylah and Steph held their hands over their mouths. "So sorry." I stretched out while the alarm continued ringing in my ears.

Then just like out of a nightmare, stepping through shards of broken glass with his big black boots, I saw Walter walking in, his brows knit together, his badge and his gun held out but kept low. He was enormous and menacing, yet the sight of him comforted me.

"Oh thank god, it's you!" I call out relieved.

~~~

The glass cracked beneath his steps as he walked in. He looked around and checked the store for cameras. 'Fuck, there were CCTVs'.

He hoped to snatch me away and take care of the situation without involving... well himself but now that there was evidence it wasn't possible anymore. I was looking at him like a frightened little girl, but he couldn't help me, and frankly, he didn't feel like it either.

He looked at the clerk, showed her his badge and said in a neutral tone "MPD. What seems to be the problem?"

~~~

My breath hitched at his "cop voice" and the way he asked the clerk.

Stepping back and standing in the middle of the group, the three of us gaped at him with utter dumbfoundedness. Both my heart and gut dropped to the messy floor out of fear, and the way he carried himself, looking so menacing and authoritative made my panties drenched with arousal.

"Officer, thank god you arrived! These three tried to steal a stuffed animal and started wreaking havoc in the store, throwing stuff around like children and speaking offensively!" The old woman explained and stood in the middle of the mess, looking helpless.

My eyes rounded with false innocence, and I nibbled my bottom lip, giving Walter a vulnerable look.

Walter was patiently listening to the clerk. Not a muscle flinched on his face as if he'd known everything. He took his notebook and a report form out and took care of the paperwork.

The old lady eyed the three of us nervously while Walter was scribbling, and she hesitantly asked, "I'm sorry, Officer, but shouldn't you handcuff them? They might run."

Walter's curly head lifted, and he flashed the lady a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, ma'am. They won't run."

"Is he serious?" Steph whispered, and I elbowed her, giving Walter a rather pissed off smile as he pretended not to know us at all and treated me like any other criminal.

Was it that just for show? Probably. We were going to have a serious talk about boundaries once we'd get home.

Walter finished writing his report and made the lady sign it before turning to look at the three of us, clenching his jaw.

After a long, stern silence, I finally spoke, "Can I still get the teddy bear?"

Walter's nostrils flared as he dug into his pocket, pulled out a 20-dollar bill, slammed it on the counter and said to the clerk "For the bear."

At first, the lady was dumbfounded, then she blurted out outraged "Why are you buying a gift for a criminal?"

Walter didn't even spare her a look. He picked up the bear and looked at me with unflinching, stern eyes that made all three of us take a step backwards.

"Because she's my fucking wife."

The tone of his voice made the three of us startle, and I released a small gasp, seeing the look on his face. Walter made a gesture with his hand singling us to walk out of the store in order, and we did as he commanded. At the same time, my eyes gave him a mischievous smirk, mistaking this behaviour for a show.

Walter left the store last and immediately commanded, "To the car".

When we got there on the opposite side of the street, he opened the car and shoved the teddy bear on the passenger seat, then turned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at all three of us.

"Here's how it's gonna happen. We go in the precinct, fill out the forms, you stay the night, and most likely will be charged with a misdemeanour. Although the weed might be more problematic." He glared at me pointedly.

The girls and I collectively gasped.

"Now get in the back seat, all of you."

With shuddering legs, Keylah and Steph obediently entered the patrol car. I stared at Walter as he stood there towering over me, his massive arms crossed around his broad chest.

Still intoxicated, I looked at him with disbelief, realising two things: he arrived at the scene in less than two minutes after the lady called the police, which is impossible. And two, he couldn't possibly know I had weed on me unless…

"Were you stalking me?!" I called out, ignoring the police officer and speaking to my husband. My hands went to my hips, my face sulking.

"Oh my god, Walter! You were! Weren't you?" I frowned and shook my head, grunting with disgust.

"You are in no position to reproach me for anything right now", Walter said, seemingly calm. "But if you wanna know, I was patrolling in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on you. I saw the way you were shaking your ass for strangers" he spat, but he let his eyes roam the tight dress, and the way he subtly licked his lips made me sure he remembered exactly which dress it was.

"Do as you're fucking told and get in the car or you're gonna find yourself in even bigger trouble."

"Oh my god, Walter!!! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled at him and stepped back, throwing my hands in the air furiously.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! MY OWN HUSBAND STALKING ME?! What's next Walter? You gonna put an ankle bracelet thingy on me, so I don't get to leave the house without your fucking permission?!"

I got so angry, my hands pushed at his chest, to which he didn't even budge, and only his jaw tightened.

"I am NOT getting into that car, and you are going to let Keylah and Steph go before you are going to be in trouble!"

Keylah and Steph were both watching with utter fascination as they saw the growing tension in Walter's posture.

Once Keylah and Steph were inside the car, they felt like the immediate danger was over. Their drunkenness and high made them reckless again and they started cheering me in the verbal fight with my husband.

Walter was on the verge of bursting, it was evident from his face. He took a menacing step towards me and despite my anger, a pang of arousal shot in my core.

"Get. in the. fucking. car" he growled in a barely audible voice. He gave me one last chance to voluntarily obey him.

I moved closer toward him, my head tilting up to meet his menacing gaze, my breasts ghostly brushing against his hard torso.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I answered unflinchingly. "Keep this attitude up, and the whole town will get to enjoy me swaying this ass long before you do." I teasingly slapped my own ass and then smirked arrogantly as I heard the girls cheering at the backseat

"That's it."

Quick as lightning, Walter's hands uncrossed and shot out. He grabbed my arms, turned me around with dizzying speed and slammed my torso down on the hood of the police car.

"Jennifer Marshall, you are under arrest for destruction of property, public intoxication and obstruction of a law enforcement officer."

I gasped incredulously as I felt the metal handcuffs closing on my wrists while Walter was performing his duty automatically and methodically. I'd never seen him make an arrest, let alone manhandle me like this.

With my cheek pressed against the cold metal, I could see both Keylah and Steph gape at us, eyes and mouth wide with daze.

Still intoxicated, I hissed as a shiver of fear and sexual arousal shot through my spine, creeping all the way down to my throbbing core.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I cried out in protest. "I am your wife!"

My attempt to stand up brought my ass to collide with his crotch, where I felt the unmistakable throb of his blood circulating down to his groin.

"Are you also getting the feeling that they're gonna fuck?" Steph whispered to Keylah, loud enough for us to hear.

"Shush!" she answered and stared, licking her lips.

"Let me go, you fucking pig!" I screamed and squirmed on the hood helplessly.

"Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law" Walter continued in his deep cop voice as if I hadn't even spoken.

"Say his dick, girl!" Keylah shouted, and Steph wooed, but they quickly shut up and resorted to concealed giggling as Walter shot angry eyes at them. He stepped closer to secure his hold on the handcuffs, and I felt the warm coarse material of his jeans at the back of my thighs.

"If you don't want to add resisting arrest and possession of narcotics to your offences, shut the fuck up and stop squirming."

"Fuck” I hissed, which didn't go unnoticed by Walter. My ass naturally shifted against his hardening bulge, and I moaned gently, not loud enough for the girls to hear but definitely heard by Walter, who had his hand around my cuffed wrists.

"You're enjoying this, big guy?" I spit out sardonically, "controlling your wife like you always want to, hmm?"

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

"I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me."

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 4 years ago

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✾K.E.- Dirty Secret☼✶

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Words: 2400

Warnings: oral, masterbation, accidental voyeurism, body worship, Kiri just lusting over you

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x FEM!reader

Summary: Kirishima has a dirty secret, and you accidentally find out what it is

Here you are! Hope you like it :) {also I’m posting this on mobile so I hope the formatting isn’t too weird}

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Kirishima Eijiro didn't have very many dirty secrets he didn't tell you about, but this one was a dirty, dirty secret. You, under any and all circumstances, could not know about this particular secret. Period. He felt so ashamed and unmanly about it that he couldn't even tell Bakugo about it.

Kirishima knew you since the first year of UA, and he had taken a liking to you quite quickly. He only realized that he fell hard for you when you nearly got kidnapped along with Bakugo when the LOV attacked at the training camp. That wasn't the main secret, but another secret he was keeping from you nonetheless. Hormones are such a bitch sometimes, and his boy brain, riddled with depression and anxiety, had come to realize that you were very sexually appealing to him. It was actually kinda sad when the soft moans of your name left his lips every other night, but he couldn't help it.

You were just so damn attractive.

Immediately after his sessions, post orgasm clarity haunted his thoughts. He felt so bad about it, and sometimes when the guilt was too much he had to take away his own masturbation rights for a week. He would also give you little (apology) gifts so he wouldn't feel as bad. But he couldn't stop. He tried, he really did, to watch porn. He even matched the actress to your looks! But it didn't work. The horny monsters in his brain weren't fooled.

Being in the dorms was a bit of a hassle. The walls were thin, noise outside his room was eminent, and people tended to barge in whenever they pleased. So it was rare that he would reach down his pants unless it was in the middle of the night when no one was to disturb him. But today, most of the guys were out to the gym (Kirishima liked to call them gym dates, but Bakugo didn't like that all too much), and the corridor outside his room was void of loud noises. He had flaked because he was desperately hard due to his past week of guilt, and he needed relief as soon as he was able.

"Fuck," Kirishima mumbled as he cupped his groin. He pulled up your most recent Instagram post on his phone, and bit his lip.

It didn't matter if you were doing anything suggestive in your photo, because just seeing your face was enough. But holy, this picture was speaking to him on another wavelength. You were on your balcony (the caption was some shit about missing being home), and the sun shone off of your hair. He always loved it when you posted full body photos, or at least his dick did. He swiped through your post, a long whistle leaving his lips when he came across a picture with your tongue out.

Kirishima popped the button on his shorts and dragged down the zipper, giving him some breathing room. He slid down his boxers along with his shorts, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock twitched, drooling clear pre-cum. He wasted no time collecting it on his finger, and he spread it across his glans. A low groan escaped his lips as he impatiently rutted his hips upwards, sending a shiver down his spine.

He scrolled to the next photo, and he choked on a gasp. You were in a two-piece bathing suit, (a rare sight for him), and your hips were accentuated by the high waisted bottoms. Your bikini top was tiny, and your back was arched in a laugh. He quickly screenshotted it, scared that you might archive the post at any moment. He was getting into a nice rhythm, and he balanced his phone on his bedpost. His feet were still tangled with his shorts when he leaned down and rutted against his comforter. His shoulders were touching his mattress and his knees were planted, ass slightly lifted, giving himself enough room to grip his cock in his hand.

"God, fuck, you're so beautiful," he moaned, flicking his wrist. Kirishima didn't process the door opening and he continued to thrust into his hand, letting a guttural moan slip past his lips. He buried his nose into his pillow, and scrunched his eyes shut. "Shit, y/n. Juuust like that, baby."

"K-Kirishima-?" You stuttered, stood frozen at his door with a container of cookies in your hands.

His eyes immediately shot open, connecting with yours in an uncomfortable stare. He swore under his breath, and fumbled to shuffle his quilt around himself, dropping his phone on the floor in the process.

"I— uhm. I just—," Kirishima panicked, reaching for his phone, which was facing up. He prayed to every god that you hadn't seen your face on his screen, and he shut off his phone as quickly as he could. "I'm not a pervert I swear!!"

You laid down the cookies on his desk, and closed the door behind you. "Were you— were you doing what I thought you were doing?"

"D-depends..." he stuttered, "er— yes. I was uh, jerking off..."

"Not that part," you mumbled. "I meant like.. what you were looking at on your phone." Your face was just as flushed as his, and you couldn't believe that you forgot to knock before coming into your crush's room.

Kirishima's face paled in fear, and he scrambled to explain himself, "sorry! I am so sorry, y/n. That was so unmanly of me, a-and I know I don't have the— I know that I can't— I just, ugh. I'm so disgusting for that, and you can hit me as hard as you want. I don't deserve to be a hero—."

"Woah, woah, take a deep breath, Kiri-kun!" you waved your hands at him. "Calm down, don't panic. I'm not gonna run away."

He felt tears wetting his eyelashes, and he took a breath like you said. He realized that he was shaking in embarrassment and fear. He pulled his fingers through his hair and took a few more deep breaths, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

"I- I just-," Kirishima collected himself, "yes. It's exactly what you think. I get that you probably hate me and everything now—."

"Hey, hey," you interrupted, clamping a hand over his mouth before you could think. "I don't hate you, Kiri. Far from it, actually. I'm honoured that you think I'm attractive enough to, y'know..." you pulled your hand away from his face, and he looked up at you in disbelief and hope.

"T-that was still gross of me..." Kirishima dragged.

"Not really. Well— ok, if it was anyone else it would've been weird," you flushed.

Kirishima looked up at you with round eyes, wishing that meant you liked him back. He couldn't help but steal glances at your lips, and he got reminded that yes, he was in fact still hard. His dick twitched as he thought of you leaning forward and kissing him, straddling his lap.

"I can't think straight right now," Kirishima breathed, imagining you in your bikini in front of him. Oh how he'd run his hands down the sides of your beautiful body...

"That's ok, I wouldn't expect you to," you assured, not really knowing what to do with yourself in this moment. In all honesty, you swelled with pride at the fact that Kirishima, your crush, liked you back. In your Instagram post, you had snuck the last picture in just for him, (even if he didn't know it). You were feeling confident in the photo, and courage ran through your veins.

"How long?" You asked, kneeling in front of Kirishima to lock eyes with him.

"—wha..?" Kiri shook his head to clear away his daydream, blushing hard when he realized your position.

"How long have you been... jerking off to me?" You asked again shyly.

Kirishima choked on his spit, not expecting your question, "uh, probably around the training camp a couple years back..." he said bashfully. He didn't want to mention the part where he saw you in just a towel when he was trying to drag Mineta from the girls' bathing rooms.

"That long, huh?" You giggled nervously. "C-can you show me what you do when you think about me?"

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and his piercing red eyes locked onto your e/c ones. He nodded shakily, slowly peeling away his blanket. He looked away in embarrassment as he gripped his leaking cock and pumped his length a few times, swallowing his moans. He glanced back over to you through his bangs, and his breath hitched when he saw that your shirt was off. Your bra was mediocre; just a casual black. Kirishima wanted to know if you matched your panties with them, and he squeaked out a groan.

"T-this is ok, right?" You questioned sheepishly, trying not to make direct eye contact with his pretty cock.

"Fuck yeah," the red head whispered, grazing his eyes over your exposed skin. His wandering eyes made you cower a little, and you questioned your bravery.

You slid your hands around your stomach in a movement that was supposed to be unnoticeable, but Kiri grabbed your forearms to pull them away.

"S-sorry!" He panicked, "I just— don't want you to feel embarrassed in front of me. Here, is it ok if we switch positions?"

He smiled once you nodded, and he helped you onto his bed. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but he couldn't stop. He was now sat between your legs, and he gently pulled them apart.

"It's only fair if you get naked too, right?" Kirishima's lip quirked as he ran his hands along your thighs. He slid off your pants/skirt once you agreed, and he gulped anxiously. He had never been this close to you before, and it was nerve wracking. You were so much more gorgeous up close.

Kirishima scooted closer to your pelvis, and he tried to ignore his twitching cock. He focused on leaning up, and he gave you a sweet peck on the lips. You smiled shyly and leaned in again for another, and this time he needily sucked on your lower lip. His hands snaked around to your back, and fiddled with your bra clasp. He didn't want to tear his lips from yours, but he desperately wanted your bra off. Kirishima jumped a bit when he felt your hands on his, and he was about to pull away and apologize. Instead of swatting him away, you gripped the clasp and undid it yourself. He pulled away from the kiss only to watch you teasingly slip the bra straps off of your shoulders. When the piece of clothing hit the floor, he let you guide his big hands to your breasts. He gently squeezed, experimenting with his movements.

Kirishima loved the way you moaned gently at his touch, smiling and biting his lip, "you're so, so beautiful, y/n-chan. I can't believe this is happening..."

"Kiri," you whimpered, "do you really think so?"

"Of course!" He smiled up at you, "even when I just thought of you as a friend a few years ago. But being up close like this, you're even more pretty."

You smiled shakily at Kirishima, and put your hands over his. He leaned closer to kiss you again, finding peace with your lips. His cock jumped, reminding him that he was staining his blanket with pre-cum.

"Fuck, y/n, can I taste you? You smell so good," he growled, looking up at you while fiddling with your underwear. Kiri's cheeks were flushed adorably, and his teeth gently bit his lower lip.

"Please Kiri," you whispered, spreading your legs a little more.

"Call me Eijiro," he said gruffly, pulling down your panties as fast as he could without hurting you. "Please."

"Shit, Eijiro," you gasped as he leaned you back, gliding his fingers over your folds. He gave you a soft kiss before going back down and licking a stripe up your heat, flicking your clit a few times.

"Goddamn you taste so much better than I imagined, babe," he grinned up at you, sliding one of his fingers inside of your flower. He added another one quickly after, enjoying your pleased moans immensely. He suckled on your clit harshly, burring his face deeper between your legs.

"E-eiji," you whimpered, gripping the roots of his hair tightly, pulling him closer as you desperately ground your pelvis against his tongue. Your face was buzzing with warmth, and your mouth couldn't be kept shut. "Please, please that feels so good~."

"Yeah, you like that, babe?" Eijiro grumbled, "does my beautiful girl feel good because of this tongue? Yeah, fuck y/n you taste so good," he growled against your pussy, fingers still shoving in and out of your sopping hole, "god, your noises sound so fucking cute."

"Hah~," you cried loudly, legs shaking and clenching as Kiri ravished your cunt. "E-eij-Eijiro! Oh shit, Eiji I'm so c-close!"

"Mmmph," he growled louder. "Come on, babe, you can do it, cum around my fingers whenever you're ready. Fuck you're so beautiful like this."

You sobbed out his name again, blubbering 'please' and 'more' until he couldn't understand a word you were saying. "Ooh, fuckfuckfuckkk, please Eiji I'm gonna— I'm so— hah- so close!"

His head span in a rush of hormones, and he moaned harshly against your clit, pulling you over the edge with another cry leaving your lips. His slurps got quieter, and he slowed to a stop, beaming ear-to-ear at the obvious pleasure he caused you. "Holy shit, y/n. You ok? Was that good?"

"Yesss~," you groaned, limp against his mattress. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk for the next few hours."

"Well good thing I'm here to take care of you," Kiri leaned over you to kiss your lips, and helped you sit up. He offered you some water from his bottle, guiding your shaky hands to the cup.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had, I swear," you sighed contently. "Give me a few and I'll help you out."

"Uh, I kinda already... dealt with it," Kirishima blushed, and you looked down to see his crumbled quilt with a puddle of semen on it. "Sorry.."

"Hm, don't be," you replied nuzzling into him. "I'll return the favour sometime soon."

#anime #bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima ejirou x reader

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littlemissagrafina · 3 years ago

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Everything has changed (and I'm not ready)

Anniversary celebration fic for my irondad platonic soulmate au as well as a gift for @superherotiger

Peter didn't have the greatest relationship with time, it just wasn't on his side. Not after having been cut short with so many of the people that he loved.

First was his parents. His time with them ending when he was only five years old, not even being able to understand fully that his mom and dad weren't going to walk back through the door and hug him close between them. That they never would again.

And just as it had with his parents, his time with Ben was cut short as well. But it wasn't only him this time, not in the way it had been before. His aunt and uncle’s time with their brother and sister in law had been taken but it was different from what and who had been taken from Peter.

It was different this time, because time had been taken from May, now too. Not only had Peter lost his uncle, but May had lost her husband. Just like that, their time with someone that they loved was taken away. Again.

Peter had hoped it would be the last. But that wasn't meant to be.

The next person he would lose time with wasn't even the one to die. No, it was him who died, leaving Tony with the reality of time being taken from them. Their broken and silent soulmate bond left as a constant reminder. An empty hourglass.

And then it wasn't empty. Peter and billions of others had been returned, many broken bonds repairing just as Tony and Peter's at their lost half's return.

Their sands of time started flowing once again in the midst of the same battle that almost led to the sand's second end. Their time was granted a chance to continue, as were countless others around the world, the universe.

Time was returned, and now it was ready to move forward.

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Things change, people change. Time moves and so do the lives of everyone and everything. Nothing can truly stay the same forever, not changing, growing, or moving at all.

It wasn't right. Everything changed, even if it was slowly and in a way that had you looking back on previous years, thinking it was so different back then.

Everything changed, time moved forward, and Peter knew that it had to. He really did. But that knowledge still didn't make him want those changes. It didn't make his fear and his anxiety any calmer.

All it did was overwhelm him and make him feel woefully unprepared in the face of time moving and him having to move with it.

Quite frankly, it sucked. Big time.

It was all too soon, things were moving too fast and Peter didn't know how to handle it. He wasn't ready.

Looking around at the world, he saw the way things had changed in the last two years since the dusted had been returned.

He saw the rise and the fall of the good and bad effects of billions of people returning to a world that had only just found its footing again.

He saw the places he once knew–buildings, parks, and homes–and how they were no longer there. Only a ghost of their memory left behind in the newer versions or the empty remains that replaced them.

And he saw age and growth. Things he noticed oh so much in his family, his friends.

It was in Morgan's growth spurt, her head reaching just above his hip, and the seven candles on the cake at her birthday party.

In the faint lines appearing at the corners of May's eyes and mouth. In the grey hair that Pepper found, and in the creaking he sometimes heard in Tony's bones.

But it was time moving for himself that truly unsettled Peter.

He was 19 now. It had been two years already since the battle. He was supposed to be moving on and growing up.

Peter was going to college in a few months, all the way in Massachusetts. Four hours and over 200 miles away. Away from his home, his family, and the only piece of stability that he had been able to create since coming back.

And he wasn't ready. He was far from ready. With each day that passed, each day that inched him closer and closer to leaving for MIT, he just became more anxious, scared, and lost.

Peter thought that he had at least hidden it well enough, the only problem was his attempts at hiding it from Tony. He knew that the man would more than likely feel at least a tiny bleed through from their Bond but Peter had painstakingly and slowly numbed his side of the Bond in an attempt to stop that.

Apart from Tony, he was sure he had hidden it pretty freaking well from everyone else, and had thought he had been successful at not letting anyone notice.

Keyword being thought. Turns out, Peter hadn't been quite as successful as he'd believed.

That fact became entirely apparent during a weekend visit from the one and only Michelle Jones. (Also known as his girlfriend and the only other person apart from Pepper Potts, May Parker, and Natasha Romanoff capable of subduing and controlling the eccentric genius of Peter and Tony. Yes, even when their dumbassery was combined.)

They had been sitting out on the dock, legs dangling off of the edge and their feet kicking back and forth in the cool, refreshing water of the lake, when MJ had turned to look at Peter.

Her head tilted, eyebrow raised slightly as she pinned him with a gaze that made him feel as though he was one of her books that she analysed.

Peter stared back in silence.

A few moments passed before MJ's expression softened, apparently finding what she was looking for. "You know you can talk to any of us, right? About whatever is bothering you." She said to him, her voice soft and low as if she didn't want to disturb the quiet peace of the summer afternoon.

"And please don't say that there isn't anything, I know that there is. We all do. We care about you, Peter, and we're here if you need us. I'm here if you need me."

A muscle jumped in Peter's jaw as he clenched his teeth, looking for a moment like he would open up. The moment was over seconds later when he sniffed in a decidedly Tony like manner and gave MJ a put on smile.

As if she wouldn't see through it. She did.

"Thanks, Mich." Peter said.

The conversation was over. He had made that clear and MJ knew that if she pushed anymore that Peter would just shut down. And so, as much as she didn't want to, she backed off.

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"I don't understand, Pep. He just won't talk. The second you even think about asking if he's okay or anything vaguely similar, he shuts down." Tony rubbed a tired hand over his face as he dropped face flat onto the bed next to his wife, sighing into the mattress as Pepper reached over and ran a gentle hand through his hair.

Even though she was just as worried, Pepper couldn't help but smile at Tony's clear concern and love for his kid. "Maybe he just needs to figure it out himself. I know another certain someone who used to do the same. Not always nice, is it?" She gave a slight smirk before sobering at Tony's next words.

"He closed the Bond. Not completely, but he did it slowly and minutely enough that I didn't notice until I realised one day that I couldn't feel his presence as much as I usually would in the background of the Bond. That's what's worrying me the most." Tony's eyes were dark, exasperated concern glittering in them.

"I just wish he would let us help him. He won't even talk to May. I don't understand why he won't let any of us in, not let me in. My kid is hurting in some way and I don't know what to do or how to help him." Tony looked up at Pepper and she was momentarily silenced by the frustration, love, and hurt written across his face.

That was when she realised it was more than just worry and concern about Peter as Tony's unofficial child, that it was worry and concern about his soulmate who was hurting and withdrawing from any form of support and help.

"What do I do, Pep?" Tony's voice was soft, almost defeated, and she didn't have the heart in her to admit that she didn't know what to do.

Instead, with as much confidence as she could muster, Pepper murmured to her husband.

"We give him time. And until he is ready to speak to any of us, we give him support and show him to the best of our ability that he is loved and will always have us on his side."

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Because I'm on mobile and tumblr won't let me post the full fic

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biggirllifestyle · 4 years ago

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Over The Rails

Summary: After Peter posts a video of him and his friends at the roller rink on their group chat Bucky can’t seem to get his mind off Peter’s friend who stole the show, and after getting goaded into going skating with the other avengers (Natasha’s conniving planning) where Peter’s friend works at Bucky can’t help but feel that there’s something to look forward to.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-Sized Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Swearing, Physical harm (from Roller Skating), Future Confrontational Violence, etc.

A/N: So I am taking up a new hobby, Roller skating, it’s been something I have always wanted to try but I was always told that something like that was not meant for someone of my size, and stubborn ole me is gonna prove them wrong. So here I am writing a story that I hope will help break that insecurity telling you that something was not made for you because of your size. Do what you want to do and Fuck those people telling you that you can’t do it be Petty and prove them wrong. ALSO I think this will be multi chaptered which I’m kind of worried cause I suck but like yeah. Enjoy!!!!

The first time Bucky had seen them was on a video Peter had sent to the group chat he took the liberty to make, mostly it was filled with messages from Peter and Shuri catching up with each other or asking feedback on their current inventions and sometimes (not sometimes all the time) they would send each other memes (as he was told they were called) they were a funny bunch some he didn’t understand the references to but over all he tolerated it (also he was still getting used to having his own mobile device so he had no clue how to get himself out of it) and surprisingly enough Steve himself joined in on the shenanigans sending his own versions of these memes that Bucky himself could understand.

The day that Bucky had seen Peter’s video he was just coming back from a mission, next to him snoozing away and taking up too much space than she needed was Natasha, he figured she was doing this to test the other agents who had questioned her credibility of being brought on to this mission short to say she wasn't amused. Bucky knew when to not get involved and in this instance Nat seemed to be on a mission and he in no way was gonna stop that.

After securing himself to the seat he retrieved his phone from the holding compartment, as he waited for it to turn on he thought about Steve’s offer to move in together he was finally cleared by medical to move out of the compound it was a hard process of healing from the trauma that came from the brainwash and the actions he did while under different people’s control with an agreement to attend weekly therapy and he was free. Steve had helped and while he was out here finishing up his mission, he figured that this was his chance to start anew in a world where everything has come to progress.

When he finally looked down at his phone he saw that it was bombarded by notification from the chat, it seemed that Peter had posted another one of those videos with his friends and Shuri seemed to be raving about it, his curiosity got the better of him even though he knew better not too (last time he ended up watching a minute long video of Peter and his friend Ned trying to stuff four slices of pizza in the shortest amount of time, least to say Bucky was not amused).

The video seemed to be of Peter, Ned, and MJ Peters girlfriend at a skating rink, Ned and Peter seemed to be struggling keeping themselves upright as MJ cruised around them acting like it was the easiest thing in the world as she laughed at the boys struggle, but what caught his attention was not Peter and Ned’s struggle but instead he was focused on the person behind them who seemed to be moving towards them with ease, almost as if they were flowing in water, she came to a complete stop behind the boys as she said something to MJ who burst out laughing before they joined hands and moved away. The camera seemed to be magnetized towards them and it caught as MJ and the other girl started dancing around as they cruised through couples meeting at certain points to sing along as the song continued in the background, everything was going good until the girl crashed into someone sending her sprawling on the floor and the video was cut abruptly.

Bucky made a noise of concern and that seemed to have peaked Natasha’s interest, she watched silently over his shoulder to see what had made him worried a small grin spreading across her face,

“Why Sergeant Barnes I wasn’t aware that you were interested in new hobbies, if you wanted to be hip with the kids I would have suggested something less vigorating like crocheting.”

Bucky gave Natasha a glowering look at her jab to his age, she was giving him an annoying grin and he couldn’t help the push he gave her forgetting his strength and almost dropping her off the seat, she didn’t seem to mind as she reached over and grabbed at her own phone texting away into her phone at a rapid speed, before another grin with a sharper edge came over her face and Bucky knew that he was fucked. His phone went off and he ignored it because he knew it was her doing, but the moment he felt it go off continuously nonstop he couldn't help the dread that came over him so he opened the chat seeing Natasha’s doing.

*W.A.P Chat*

Arachnobaby��:*Video Attachment*

Arachnobaby🕷: So we went roller skating

*Seen*

Widow Queen👸: It seems baby Spider that you got our sergeants

attention, I think he wants to give it a try.

SnowCAP⛄️: Oh I wouldn’t be surprised back in the day Buck used to

be the best at roller skating, I mean one time we were

on a mission in Berlin he showed what he could really do

skated circles around those hydra agents.

BirdMan🐥: Now that I would have to love to see, What do you say

Robocop when you come back wanna hit the rinks and show

Your inner Bill Bogash.

Arachnobaby🕷: Oh that sounds like a great idea my friend bibi,

She’s the girl who crashed at the end, works at

the rink so I can ask her if she can book us a night

where it could only be us and that way we won’t

bother anyone or anything.

The Supreme🧙‍♀️: I feel like this is a disaster waiting to happen

especially with @BirdMan🐥 goading our sergeant.

The Vision: Sergeant Barnes capabilities are meant to be used for a

greater purpose, I do not believe he would want to waste

his energy in these trivial competitions.

Arachnobaby🕷: How did he get in!!! *he doesn’t even go here meme*

RoboCop🤖: I hate you…

RoboCop🤖: But You’re on.

Bucky turned to Natasha with a glare ready set on his face, he wasn’t glad that he was goaded into going out with the group but he was also glad that Natasha hadn’t really figured out what had really interested him from the video. Natasha seemed to be distracted looking towards the Reeds, the one who questioned her authority, giving him a shark like smile as he sat ramrod straight trying to ignore the assassin who was giving him her full attention.

Bucky nudged her trying to make her ease up since they were ready to land, as soon as the hanger doors were open Reed booked it as if his ass was on fire the other agents following close behind. Natasha turned to him a small smile on her lips as she began to grab her duffle,

“Maybe as you’re trying to prove your skills on the rink, you also take the chance to ask out Peter’s friend, might do you some good to abandon your grouchy persona.”

And with those last words she turned and marched off, she knew.

“Fuck!”

Part 2

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amispnrewatch · 4 years ago

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SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

#SPN 1x06 #amispnrewatch #reclaiming spn #performing!dean #lawboy #bi!dean #dean x cassie #dean x lee #stiles stilinski #void!stiles #teen wolf #dean deserved better

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years ago

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laying low

pairing: fennec shand / reader

word count: 3019

summary: she didn’t want you to retire because you were the only one she trusts to have her six. you retired because you couldn’t let yourself fail and get her killed.

a/n: i want her to step on me but also i wanna be the one (1) person the stoic badass is soft for. also i’m posting from mobile again so ✨hooray✨

warnings: angry fennec, parting on maybe-bad terms, canon typical violence, being kidnapped, toro calican himself is a warning (undid his death for the sake of plot)

“is this really what you want? to sit here and let yourself rot?” fennec was bitter. you hated seeing her like this and nearly every muscle in your body ached as she spoke. the two of you worked together like a finely-tuned machine and she clearly thought that you retiring was a waste of potential. but when you slipped up and nearly cost fennec her life, you refused to endanger her with your presence. she was far too valuable to you and you would do anything, even retire in this skughole, if it meant keeping her safe.

after a speeder crash you endured during a fight against stormtroopers, it severely impacted your ability to fight. fennec knew that you wouldn’t be the same, but that didn’t bother her. there were only one or two more bounties picked up afterwards because you realized you had become a liability. fennec was having to cover your ass more often than not and even though she insisted that it wasn’t a problem, you had to do something different.

picking up a little slack would be miniscule if you were with her but you didn’t see it like she did. you had been her longest companion and the only one that she’d ever let see her weak. life came with trauma, and with trauma came nightmares — she remembers the first one she had early into your partnership, the way you held her close and anchored her to reality. from then on it was decided: you were it for her. not that she’d ever tell you, but it was true nonetheless.

you sighed at her words; the very same thoughts went through your head at the beginning of this plan but it was the only viable option for you. “it’s all i have left. maybe i can find some peace before hunters come looking for me.” you pour two mugs of caf, setting one on the table in font of an empty chair as an invitation for her to sit. she doesn’t.

the anger in the air around her nearly chokes you with its intensity, rising in the air like heavy plumes of smoke from a raging fire. you’re unsure what you can say to tame the blaze, if you even can at all. normally you would know the exact words to say to bring her down when she’s this upset, but now you were the root of the problem and there was nothing short of foregoing retirement that would make her happy.

fennec continues talking about the brave fighter she fought alongside turning into someone she didn’t know, how you’re showing your belly to the world like the damn tooka sunbathing in the windowsill. the venom she’s spitting doesn’t bother you. she’s angry and hurt, probably feeling abandoned by you and your decision to stay and make a home.

“if you ever need somewhere to lay low, i’ll always welcome you. we’re partners fennec, whether fighting side by side or not.” you wanted to give her that much. even if she wasn’t ready now, you would always welcome her into your new home, into your arms the way you’ve yearned to for years.

nothing is said to acknowledge your words. you didn’t think she would say anything anyway but it hurts regardless, another reminder that she doesn’t like this the same way you don’t. all she does before leaving you is grabbing the mug from the table and pouring its contents down the drain, letting the mug clatter in the sink once it’s empty.

maybe one day she could see that you were doing this for her. maybe one day, probably long away from now, she would walk into these doors with the weight of the galaxy being dropped on your doorstep. with a soft smile and open arms you would greet her and show her what it was like to live the quiet life.

for now, you would just have to settle for the warm embrace of the memories you shared, hoping that more could be made in your new little hut.

it’s been close to six months since you retired. you hadn’t seen or heard fennec since she walked out of your front door wearing her signature scowl. it still stung, after all this time, that after everything she wouldn’t even comm. you’d tried that the first couple weeks after she left but there was never a reply, only a dwindling hope and the worry of not knowing if she was okay.

that was one of the biggest benefits of traveling with fennec; you would never have to worry where she was because she was always right beside you. there was never a nagging worry that ate at you, no nightmares allowed to linger since her touch would ward them away. life without her was a new normal

there would be days where you would see something and want to tell her about it, throwing her name over your shoulder only to remember that she was never there to hear what you had to say. the comms you sent grew further apart as time went on, eventually stopping altogether. she would never reply anyway, there was no reason to waste both your time and yours on something seemingly broken beyond repair.

she may not have been dead, but you still lost her.

several more weeks went by and you had grown accustomed to the solitude. sure you would socialize when going to the market for food and supplies, but it was never anything of substance, only mere pleasantries and remarks on the quality of the items you bought. somehow you were far more weary during retirement than you had been before it.

your mind would drift to her still, wondering whether she had found someone else to watch her back or if she was vagabonding all by her lonesome. how you yearned to see her again, hear her voice or feel her hands gently help you when you fall like you have lately. it’s like your body doesn’t see the reason to keep up. you exercise to the best of your ability and try to stay fit as possible, but you’re still losing your footing more and more often, even at home.

it comes to a head when you’re making breakfast. everything had been okay prior, but one little nudge of your bad leg against a table corner and you’re sprawling. laying on the floor covered in your breakfast, it takes you thirty minutes to muster the strength needed to stand on your own.

the next day, you get a cane. you loathe having to buy it at all, hearing her voice calling you old and jokingly asking where your grandchildren are. it’s either a cane or losing what little mobility you have left, so you go with the former. you despised the visible display of your weakness, grated on what pride you had left. if fennec could see you now, what would she say?

the man had beat his way into your home with every intention to rob you and take what little supplies you had. he had been traveling for days in the desert and was tired. but then he saw exactly whose house he was robbing and he had an even better idea: take you to what used to be jabba’s palace, now ruled by bib fortuna.

see, the paths you used to tread alongside fennec provided ample opportunities to make an enemy here and there. jabba was one of them simply because you refused to work for him, and with his death, you had a little bit of peace. fortuna never attempted to seek you out but anyone who knew of jabba’s grudge against you would be wise to the reward your capture would produce.

this young hotshot was foolhardy and far too cocksure compared to his abilities. if you were in the body you used to have, this buffoon (who made his name very known to you in some sort of dominance attempt?) would be dead thrice over. but time wasnt kind to you and you still have a near-lame leg, so at his mercy you were.

you just wished he would shut his damn mouth for longer than it took him to suck in another breath. he must not realize that silence is far louder than jabbering when it comes to someone holding your life in their hands. maker forbid you have peace in your final moments, apparently. figures.

jabba’s former palace was soon in your line of sight and if you weren’t positive that you were being led to your death, you’d have been grateful to be freed of the nuisance that was toro calican. all the assurance you could find as he hauled you out of his speeder was that his arrogance would soon get him killed if he continued the way he was going.

toro dragged you to the throne room with a hand roughly dripping your bicep, trying to hurry you along as if you still had two normally functioning legs. you knew he knew about your predicament, your lack of fully independent mobility a frequent topic of his. “ease up, wank stain! you know i have a lame leg!” his answer was an aggravated huff and his blaster pressed harder into your lower back.

the lower you descended, the deeper the dread sank into your gut. this was actually real, you were about to die. peace had been made long ago with the knowledge of someone possibly wanting to find you, but now that it was happening… completely different.

you wondered if fennec would ever find out about your death. or if she did find out, your brain would questioned if she would even care. of course she would, your heart consoled, think of how long you traveled together! the trust! the bond you two share transcends time!

but you cut your journeys with her short, there was no telling. there were so many things you wish you could have told her, not just about the feelings that only grew in their intensity during her absence from your side. you wanted to tell her about the stray tooka that you took in when you first settled down; she had a litter of kittens and one of them had a glare that rivaled your dear assassin’s. there was an action holonovel you read once that had you cackling, imagining your fennec cutting off all the frivolous villain monologues with a blaster to the face.

she was never told these things and now that you were becoming rancor chow, she’d never even know them. the idea of dying before telling fennec everything that you’ve been stewing over for so long, not telling her you loved her, fuck was it heartbreaking.

a mumbled curse fell from your lips when you felt saltwater make a descent down your cheeks. you didn’t want your harbinger to see you this weak, this vulnerable, but you had no choice in the matter. your hands are bound by a pair of shockingly sturdy binders and there was no way for you to wipe the tears away. all you could do was blink them away, then meet death with your chin up and your love in your heart.

“now what do we have here?” that was most certainly not the voice of bib fortuna. you opened your eyes to find a broad man clad in green beskar occupying the throne. your common sense identified him as boba fett, which you should have thought was impossible. then again, you didn’t think it was possible for someone to be as annoying as toro calican. it was a day of being proved wrong, it seemed.

anyone could see that toro wasn’t prepared to see someone that wasn’t bib on the throne. his eyes had grown to the size of the twin suns and even through your wet eyes, you could see his facial expression morph from his fake swagger to a dog of uncertainty. nevertheless, he persisted, throwing you down at the foot of the throne. “there’s a bounty on their head and i’ve come to collect the reward.”

boba fett, even through the beskar, doesn’t seem pleased. he doesn’t move his helmet’s line of sight from toro as he speaks, something you’re grateful for. “there’s been a, how do you say, recent transfer of power. and with that change came a new way of doing things, you understand.” he scoffed at the man, your proximity to the throne enlightening you to just how annoyed he was becoming in such a short period. it seemed that toro had that effect on everybody.

“how do i know this is actually someone with a price on their head? what evidence do you have that proves their identity?”

it was clear that your captor didn’t expect to have to prove a damned thing. what a fool, not even bothering to prepare for a single unexpected event. you were almost ashamed of having been overpowered by him at this point. “anyone who’s anyone knows, this is the former partner of the late fennec shand! i’m sure you heard abour her demise — that was me by the way — and now i’ve brought her partner to you, to be taken out of commission…”

all the hair on your body stood on end. fennec was dead? killed by the very man that brought you in? no, not your fennec. she wouldn’t be overpowered by this arrogant bastard in her sleep with a hand tied behind her back, there was no way. but boba said nothing to negate the rumors and that told you everything you need to know. “if you have even a morsel of mercy, by the stars make this quick. if she’s really gone, then i’ve kept her waiting for far too long.”

those were the first words you’ve spoken since toro bound you and dragged you like a ragdoll from your home. there was no reason to entertain the man, but there was the tiniest sliver of a chance that you could implore the mandalorian in front of you to end your life with the efficiency he was known for.

he asked the man his name and merely hummed in acknowledgment when it was boastfully given, like his name meant something to a battle hardened mandalorian such as boba fett.

if you had paid attention to boba’s demeanor since your arrival, you would have noticed that something in his air changed when toro spoke about being the one to kill fennec. some would have mistook it for disbelief but it was much more than that. boba knew that toro was indeed the man who shot fennec shand, but he was not the man who killed fennec shand because she simply wasn’t dead.

she was, in fact, just in the next room scavenging for another bottle of fluorescent blue spotchka when her curiosity was piqued by the conversation occurring in the throne room. at the way the voices seemed to be familiar, she abandoned the search and decided to see for herself what the commotion was.

what she found sent liquid fire through her veins. you, on your knees and head bowed just enough to show resignation and grief, binders shackling your arms and fennec knew that you wouldn’t be able to get up on your own because of it. toro calican, the man who nearly killed her all those sunsets ago in the middle of tusken territory standing above you with a wicked sneer on his lips. this would simply not do.

“word of advice, calican,” she made her presence known with her voice, walking around to boba’s right hand side and leaning a hip against the throne. “always make sure your kills are dead before you leave them. leaving them for dead? that’s how you make enemies.” her blaster was out of her holster and firing before toro could reply, and boba was impressed with the speed she fired with. he had a feeling that it had to do with the figure at the foot of his throne.

your eyes had to be deceiving you. there was no way, toro killed fennec… right? so how in the stars was she here now? the feeling of her hands on your cheeks, warm brown eyes giving you much needed comfort after what you’ve been through. you didn’t even register boba leaving his throne until he’s on the ground in front of you, unclasping your binders with the gentleness one would treat an injured animal. maybe that’s what you were to him, a pitiful tooka missing a leg that was dropped on his doorstep.

before you can venture deeper into this rabbit hole, your body is pulled off the questionable floor and into fennec’s embrace. the way she felt against you, the calluses of her hands as she held you, it was home. you didn’t know when the tears had come back but she was quick to wipe them away with the pads of her thumbs.

“seems you found trouble. what happened to laying low, huh?” her comment brought a ready chuckle from your throat and a small smile to her lips. sweet maker how you’ve missed that smile. “maybe you’ll be safer here, what do you think?”

any and all words elude you. nothing on this planet or any other in the galaxy could drag you away from her now, not when she’s as beautiful now as the day you met her, when she gives you the smile you knew was only saved for you. “i’m always safer with you, fennec.”

she hums, her lips pressing to your forehead to ground you both in the reality of being together again. “i’ll have to say the same about you, desert rose. nearly died only a week after i left your hut.”

“only a week? i thought you’d last longer than that.”

“it was because i didn’t have you. but we don’t have to worry about that anymore, do we?”

she was right, you wouldn’t have to worry about losing her for the rest of your life.

fennec shand taglist: @cryptidcody @sacred-things @clownocoruscant @steel-phoenix @aerolanya @felucians @bookbandobssessed @senator-nahberries @obirain @themarcusmoreno @jedi-mando @flightlessangelwings @whovianwar @hornystarwarsbisexual @kaermorons (i love this handle bye ohmygod)

#fennec shand imagine #fennec shand x reader #fennec shand #the mandalorian #star wars imagines #star wars reader insert #the mandalorian season two

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years ago

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GFG

Hey lovelies, here’s Chapter 9 of Playlist. Don’t forget to check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and read my other stories. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, can someone tell me WHY sometimes when I post from my laptop the words end up all blacked out on mobile? It’s really starting to get on my damn nerves.

Oh, and look forward to a Valentine’s Day surprise!

Word Count: ~7000

CW: Smut

“Usisi!” Shuri threw down her tools and ran to Ashanti, pulling her into the tightest hug she had ever experienced. “What are you doing here?”

It had been a week since that day at the lake, and aside from Zina and Jafari, who had been sworn to secrecy, nobody knew of Ashanti and T’Challa’s rekindled relationship yet. They wanted to take a little time to themselves without having to worry about meddling from other people, but they felt it was finally time to come clean to their loved ones. When they told Ashanti’s people, they all acted as though it was news to them. In fact, Chidi and Bisa had seen them leaving Taj’s that day and since Bisa was a terrible gossip, Binta and Kwame were soon brought into the loop when they stopped by the restaurant later that day. Just like the first time around, the twins noticed her floating around the house with a permanent smile on her face, but they decided to let her come to them despite her obvious infatuation.

Ashanti and T’Challa had yet to tell the royal family, but Ramonda noticed her son’s change in demeanor. He walked taller with his head held higher than usual, and that’s saying something for a king. She already knew what was going on, she could see it in his eyes, but she waited patiently for him to come clean. Shuri had been holed up in her lab every day working on upgrades to their public transportation system so she never even noticed. She was completely caught off guard when Ashanti entered the lab and barely even noticed her brother.

“I can’t just come visit because I miss you?” Ashanti asked the princess in jest.

“It took you this long to miss me?”

“Honestly? It took me this long to not feel uncomfortable about coming up here.”

“Why would you feel uncomfortable?” Shuri asked, a little bit deflated.

“I didn’t want to run into this guy,” she pointed back at T’Challa as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her temple.

Despite the gross PDA, Shuri’s face lit up when she saw them together. They had been apart for too long and she knew how much her brother had missed Ashanti. She was happy to see him smiling again.

“So you worked things out?”

“That we did,” T’Challa answered while beaming from ear to ear.

“Awww I’m happy for you both! And Ashanti, I’m so glad to have you back. We have a lot to catch up on! Wait, does mama know yet? Or N’Jadaka? Did you tell Nakia?”

“Just you, so far, but Ashanti will be joining us for dinner tonight.”

“Ok, but you have to tell Nakia, she’s been harassing me about it all week.”

T’Challa chuckled at his friend’s insistence. “I’ll call Nakia after dinner. Mama is already going to have my head for not telling her sooner.”

“Eh, she probably already knows. You know how she is with stuff like this.”

“Yes, she does seem to have a sixth sense sometimes...”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ashanti shrugged.

“Where is she anyway?” T’Challa asked.

“Oh she went to the river province to get out of the palace for a little while. She’ll be back for dinner. Hey, any idea what they’re cooking up down there? I’m already starving.”

“Well what do you have a taste for?”

Shuri thought for a second before answering, “Peanut stew chicken, jollof rice, and plantains.”

“Then that’s what I’ll make,” T’Challa smiled at his favorite little sister.

“Wait, you’re cooking dinner?! Bast, I’ll have to change into sweatpants before I get there.”

Ashanti and T’Challa both laughed at her, but Ashanti was definitely thankful she wore her favorite flowy yellow dress for the same reason.

The three of them spent the next hour or so together around the lab. Shuri showed them a bunch of new inventions that went right over Ashanti’s head, but the panther suit on a mannequin caught her eye.

“I thought you always had yours on.”

“Hm?” T’Challa looked up from examining Shuri’s newest upgrades to the vibranium gauntlets. Ashanti pointed at the mannequin and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, that’s the previous version. Here, look.” He called his suit on without his helmet and Ashanti’s jaw dropped. She had never seen him in his suit in person and it left very little to the imagination. She reached out to feel the vibranium weave and the sharpness of his claws.

“Is the helmet a separate p-”

She was cut off by the fibers covering his face, and a huge smile came across hers.

“This is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” she poked and prodded all over him and noticed a purple glow when she used a little more pressure. “What’s that?”

“The suit absorbs and redistributes kinetic energy.” Shuri chimed in, admiring her work.

“I don’t know what that means…”

“Kick him and find out,” the princess snickered, raising her beads to record. Ashanti’s face twisted in confusion as Shuri mouthed to her, “I’ll show you later.”

“Shuri, hush,” T’Challa playfully admonished his sister before turning back to his love. “Basically it just means that if you hit me, the suit hits back.”

“Yep, coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “Can you control where it does and doesn't cover?”

He chuckled, knowing exactly where she was going with her line of questioning. “Not with this one, but I can convince Shuri to make that a feature on the next upgrade.”

“I’d like that,” she said, biting her lip and taking in his still-masked face.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about, but if you could take that lovey dovey shit out of my lab that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.”

“Fine, we know when we are not wanted.”

“No it’s just you, big head.”

“That’s fine. See you at dinner, scrawny arms.”

“Out!”

Ashanti laughed at the siblings’ interaction and hugged Shuri before heading up the ramp with T’Challa. When they got to the Talon, she pulled him into the sleeping quarters.

“Put the suit on again.”

He called it on all the way so that he was covered head to toe and backed her against the wall, grabbing her wrists and holding them over her head. Her chest heaved as she took in his predatorial face and she looked up to see that he was holding her in such a way that he wouldn’t scratch her with his claws. His helmet shrank back into the necklace and he kissed her, making her knees weak. It was a slow and sloppy kiss, the kind that turned her on and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Are you going to let the Black Panther eat that sweet pussy?”

She nearly melted at his words, and she could feel her pussy throbbing in her panties. She nodded at him before she could speak.

“Yes, please.” she answered as her lip found its way between her teeth.

“On the bed.”

Ashanti did as she was told and laid back on the pillows, positioning herself so that she could get a good view. He stalked over to her like the predator he was and climbed onto the bed before pushing her dress up to around her waist and taking one of his claws and ripping her new pink satin thong.

“T’Challa! That was n-new,” she fussed as he left a big sloppy tongue kiss on her pussy.

He looked up at her and shrugged. “I’m rich, I’ll get you a thousand pairs just like it.”

She giggled and he went back to work. He carefully used his fingers to pull her pussy lips apart, but she could still feel the cold metal on her skin. One slip-up and he could slice right through her, but that just added to Ashanti’s excitement.

His tongue explored every inch of her pussy, lapping her folds with passion and sucking her juicy clit until she screamed his name and came all on his face. He made sure he lapped up every drop and when he noticed his thumbs had been covered too, he carefully licked her juices from his sharp claws.

Ashanti shivered at the sight, discovering another kink as she watched him. He noticed her squirming and leaned down to kiss her so she could taste herself.

“Whew I can’t wait until the next upgrade!” She said, still catching her breath. He laughed and fell to the bed next to her and laid on his side, head propped up and staring at her beautiful face.

“Neither can I. You know, I never thought about fucking in the suit.”

“Oh that’s all I thought about when I would see you on the news.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

“Come on, I’m sure we’re at the palace by now.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen to get started on dinner, hand in hand. Despite the fact that they hadn’t come clean about their relationship yet, they just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, even in public. Especially T’Challa who had to always touch her in some way, but Ashanti loved it and would never complain.

“So what do you need me to do, chef?”

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“Unyana, you have outdone yourself this time,” Ramonda said after a couple of bites.

“Thank you, but I believe it has something to do with my beautiful sous chef,” he nodded towards Ashanti who was seated to his right.

“Obviously, but what I want to know is how long you two really thought you could keep this from me.”

T’Challa already knew this conversation was coming, and let out a sigh. Ashanti reached out her hand and grabbed his, intertwining their fingers.

“I just wanted us to have some time to ourselves, and I think it actually worked out pretty well.” she smiled at T’Challa, who brought her hand to his lips.

“You two are disgusting,” Shuri gagged.

“I’m with Lil Bit,” N’Jadaka said under his breath, equally disgusted by their lovey dovey bullshit.

“Oh hush, you two could stand to learn a thing or two from them. So do I hear wedding drums in the future?”

“We have discussed a future together, but no plans as of yet, mama.”

“I just want to live in the moment with him for now. I know that once we go public we’ll have to deal with the council, and I don’t want to do that just yet.”

“Smart choice, they can be brutal sometimes.”

“So how’d y’all get back together?” N’Jadaka asked, already on his second plate.

“Well I guess it started when I called him a couple months ago…”

Ashanti proceeded to tell T’Challa’s family a PG version of the story of their new relationship while he simply looked on, entranced by her beauty, adding his two cents every now and then.

“Ugh!”

“That’s disgusting.” Shuri and N’Jadaka spoke over each other when Ashanti was finished, but they both had sly smiles on their faces despite their revulsion.

Ramonda shot her daughter and nephew a look across the table while N’Jadaka tried to cover his face as he chuckled into his napkin.

“I’m happy for you, though. Now we don’t have to see his ugly mug moping around the palace anymore.”

T’Challa waited briefly for Ramonda to look back down at her food before flipping his cousin off.

“Ooooh, Auntie, T-”

“I saw it, you two cut it out.”

Shuri snickered and Ashanti couldn’t help but chuckle at the family. She was an only child and her one uncle never had any children, so it wasn’t until she moved in with the twins that she got to experience that type of bickering that can only come from being siblings or cousins. She was happy to see that even though T’Challa and N’Jadaka had only known each other for a few years, their relationship seemed pretty normal.

Shuri leaned back to loosen her “eating pants” and let out a sigh.

“Somebody carry me to my room.”

“I would, but uh,” N’Jadaka leaned back, too, “I can’t move either. T, help us out?”

Ramonda chuckled as her son gave his cousin what N’Jadaka described as his “nigga, please” look, and Ashanti nearly spit out her water. She loved getting to see another side of him when he interacted with his family members.

The five of them finished and the three who didn’t cook lazily cleaned the kitchen as Ashanti and T’Challa rested on the couch, drinking some ginger tea to help their digestion.

“I love how you are with your family, I missed seeing you like that.”

“Like what?”

“As someone’s big cousin and big brother and son. I always see my love T’Challa, and I’ve gotten glimpses of King T’Challa and The Black Panther here and there...but I like seeing T’Challa Udaku, family man.” she smiled up at him as she leaned into his side and his arm went around her shoulder, pulling her in close.

“How much bigger of a family man would you like to see?”

“Just one, maybe two more family members would be nice.”

He smiled from ear to ear and leaned down to kiss her lightly and whisper to her, “That sounds perfect.”

She kissed him again and they settled back into the couch in blissful silence, listening to the clashing dishes and running water in the kitchen behind them. The itis swiftly took them away into a blissful sleep.

-------

Ashanti had been right to want that week of alone time, because shortly after they told the royal family her name was brought up in a council meeting. K’Hari had told his replacement Mala about Ashanti, knowing she would spread the information to other council members, which she did. Before she could even bring it up in their meeting, the Merchant Tribe elder beat her to the punch.

“My king, I have one more item before we dismiss.”

T’Challa nodded for her to continue, curious about where this was going.

“We have all heard rumors going around that we were wondering if you could clear up for us.”

Several other council members nodded around the circle, leaving M’Baku and a few others very confused on who this “all” was referring to.

“What is this about?” the king asked, growing impatient the more she drew it out.

“Well, we have heard...”

“Yes…” he tried to control his growing temper.

“Are you involved with Ashanti Mostafa?”

Everyone turned to look at T’Challa, who was seething in his throne. He knew this had to be K’Hari’s doing. M’Baku knew of their relationship, but was a friend to the king and was a steel trap when it came to secrets. The only other council member who knew was Ramonda, and he knew she wouldn’t have said anything. The other council members knew of Ashanti from the Zenzi incident, and back then it seemed they thought she was a nice girl. Ode, the Merchant Tribe Elder knew her and her parents personally, but that didn’t change how she or some of the other council members felt about the situation. No matter how nice she was, Ashanti was not of royal blood.

“I do not see what that is of any importance here,” he brushed off and continued the meeting.

This happened for several meetings before T’Challa grew tired of the inquiries, and decided to set the record straight. The meeting went about as well as he thought it would: not well at all.

Half of the council was either on his side or apathetic to the argument, but the other half was vehemently against him being involved with and possibly marrying someone who wasn’t of royal blood.

“My king, tradition states-”

“Traditions are a foundation for us to build on. I do not see the issue here,” M’Baku added to the argument, frustrated that the subject was such a big deal to the elders on the council. T’Challa was thankful to have his friend present that day, feeling less alone but still weighed down by the conversation.

“My king, we are simply concerned that all of our old ways will be forgotten. We already agreed to open the country to outsiders-”

“Watch it, old lady,” N’Jadaka warned Mala and although Queen Mother was also offended by the Mining Tribe elder’s use of words, she shot her nephew a look to remind him to be respectful.

“Excuse me, my prince, to the ‘Lost Tribe’. We are concerned about the royal lineage being tainted as well.”

“Tainted?! And just how would it be ‘tainted’ Mala?” The king raised his voice, a rare occurrence which frightened her into silence. “Answer me.”

“S-she is a peasant-”

The king’s blood pressure rose as did the rest of the royal family’s, but Ramonda always kept a cool head and stepped in before the situation escalated, “That is enough for today. We will reconvene next Wednesday evening.”

Mala and her faction of the council stood quickly to scurry out of the room, but they were stopped by the king’s commanding voice.

“Not yet. Sit down.”

A chill went down everyone’s spine as they sat back in their chairs.

“I am your king, do not forget yourself in my presence,” he stared directly at Mala. “I can admit my mistakes, and I can admit that I allowed you to have your opinion on the matter for far too long. I will be continuing my relationship with Ashanti for as long as she allows, and none of you will have anything to say about it from here on out. Make no mistake, you should not speak so ill of your future queen.”

He could see the looks of horror on Mala and Ode’s faces. They would certainly be a problem…

He dismissed them all and they scurried away. M’Baku saluted the king as he lumbered out of the room, needing to get back to the Jabari Tribe for yet another meeting.

“Man, I don't know how you do it. I’d have snapped weeks ago.” N’Jadaka clapped him on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it took a lot of self-restraint. I do not enjoy ruling in that way, but when she called Ashanti a peasant, I saw red...a peasant? Who even uses that term anymore?”

“Maybe they would feel better if they got to meet her,” Ramonda offered.

He rubbed his temples, looking forward to getting back to his quarters, but he knew he had a full day ahead of equally frustrating tasks.

-------

Ashanti perked up at the sound of her doorbell and slid across the wooden floor to open the door and greet her man.

“Hey handsome,” she let him in and kissed his lips, immediately sensing something was bothering him. “What’s wrong?”

He smiled fondly, he should have known he couldn’t get anything past her.

“I will tell you later, I promise,” he kissed her again, pulling her in close,” but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“You look stressed,” she reached for his forehead and smoothed out the frown lines in the middle of his forehead with her thumbs. “Come on.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room.

“Before you called me I had set up a whole self-care night. How about you join me?”

“I’d love to,” he grinned at her.

He got comfortable just like he always does in her space and stripped down to his underwear before plopping on her bed and rolling over to face her.

“Ok, what now?”

“Well I was going to watch a comedy that Binta suggested while I put on a face mask and do a mani-pedi. Then I need to do something to my hair, maybe I’ll braid it again...Did you bring the weed?”

“Of course I did,” he smiled mischievously

“Kim, play ‘Girl’s Trip’,” she called out to the AI in her home. “Ok, now go wash your face and come back.”

He followed her instructions and when he returned he rolled a blunt before laying back on the bed with her. He lit it and held it to her lips since both of her hands were busy.

The movie played as Ashanti sat cross-legged with T’Challa’s head in her lap, massaging those frown lines again. Then she took a jade roller to his face and she could have sworn she heard him purr. She dipped her fingers into her homemade clay face mask and carefully slathered a thin layer on his face, avoiding his lush beard.

“When this dries, it’s going to be hard to move your face. That’s usually about when I wash mine off.”

He laid there completely still, enjoying her pampering. After the mask was on all the way, she repeated the process on her face then she moved to the edge of the bed and had him sit on the floor between her legs as she massaged his scalp with some coconut oil. This was always T’Challa’s favorite, and he damn near fell asleep on her, but he was awakened by the sound of her laughing at the movie.

“Ok, now it’s pedicure time.”

“I had one yesterday, but I can do yours.”

“You’re going to paint my nails?”

“Why not? I am already down here.” He kissed the inside of her calf as he massaged her foot with his gifted hands.

Her feet dangled over the side of her bed as he sat on the floor with her legs draped over his shoulders. He focused on her toes as he carefully painted each one, planting kisses on her legs along the way.

Ashanti loved these intimate moments with T’Challa. He could be so soft with her and she loved that nobody got to see this side of the powerful man but her. After he finished with the top coat he blew on her toes to dry them and her already-wet pussy jumped a little bit. He knew he was turning her on, so he stopped and turned around, coming face to face with her clothed flower. Her hips involuntarily rolled in his direction and he planted a kiss between her legs, causing her to moan his name. He came up and kissed her lips.

“Not now, kitten. Your toes need to dry.”

“What?! You can't ju-”

She was interrupted by his fingers travelling up and down her center.

“What did I say?” he whispered in her ear.

“N-not now.”

He kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips, “Good girl.”

He removed his hand from between her legs and went to the bathroom to wash his face mask off before she followed him to do the same. She spritzed their faces with rosewater before applying face serum and moisturizer. When she was done T’Challa’s skin glowed even more than its usual perfection and it took all of her willpower to not reach out and touch.

They went back to the bed and Ashanti grabbed her tools and products to start the process of braiding her hair as he pressed play on the movie again.

“Would you like help?”

“You know how to braid?”

“I used to do Shuri’s hair all the time. She was tender headed and for a while she wouldn’t let anyone else touch her hair.”

“What can’t you do?” she rolled her eyes

They shared a laugh and he mirrored her positioning from earlier, legs thrown over the side of the bed as she sat on the floor between them. He sectioned and lightly oiled her scalp before massaging her just as she did him. She moaned from the feeling of his large fingers manipulating her body in such a way. He then sectioned and braided her hair in no time flat. She got up to check herself out in the mirror and was more than pleasantly surprised by the results, and she felt hardly any pain or pulling.

“I already knew this from other activities, but you have very gifted fingers.”

He laughed and wrapped her hair in a silk scarf before they settled into the bed, meaning to find another movie to watch, but getting lost in each other’s eyes instead.

“Earlier, when I got here, I was upset about this morning’s council meeting.”

“It must have been pretty bad to stick with you all day like that...what was it about?”

“You.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she sat up a little.

“Me?”

“Yes, some of the elders don’t like that you are not of royal blood and are concerned about ‘tradition’ being broken.”

“They’re just going to have to get over that,” she laid back down on the bed and snuggled into him, throwing her leg across him. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“I don’t think so. Mother suggested you come to a meeting, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I do not want to involve you in-”

“I’m already involved, baby. It’s about me.”

He considered her words for a moment before caving.

“Alright, the next meeting is Wednesday at 5. They are normally in the mornings, but we rescheduled to accommodate the River Festival” he said before kissing her and pressing play on a new Wakandan movie they had both been meaning to see for a while.

-------

“You could have said something!” Ashanti yelled after the door to his office closed, despite having argued the entire way from the throne room.

“I did.”

“Yeah, after they insinuated I was everything but a child of Bast. What would I be after your wealth for? I have enough money to live a good life.”

“I know-”

“And I just want to carry the royal seed to be taken care of for the rest of my life? In-fucking-sane!”

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea.”

“Oh shut up,” Ashanti spat back, making the king roll his eyes at her attitude. “You’re not the one whose character is being called into question.”

“No, but my discernment is. My ability to rule is.”

“I didn’t realize I would be the downfall of the great T’Challa Udaku,” she said sarcastically.

“Kitten, that’s not what I meant,” he followed behind her as she attempted to avoid him, and he turned her around to face him.

“I-” he sighed, “I had hoped they would have been different after I spoke to them last week, but it seems that is not the case-”

“And Ode? Fucking Ode?! How dare she look me in my eye and call me a commoner. That two-faced old bitch-”

“Ashanti-”

“Fuck her and that ugly ass Mala, they can both choke-

“Ashanti-”

“What the fuck do you want?!”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“I don’t know who you think you are raising your voice at, but I’ve had enough of your disrespect-”

“Fuck off, T’Challa.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his body and out his mouth while Ashanti stared at him, annoyed by every sound he made.

“I forgot how much of a brat you can be,” he said while backing her up against the door, reaching out and turning the lock.

“I’m not a brat, I’m pissed the fuck off.”

“You’re going to get tired of cursing at me-”

“No I fucking won’t.”

His hand came up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him while his other hand held her waist against the door. “I don’t raise my voice at you, you don’t raise your voice at me. That’s not how we do things. Understand?”

She refused to meet his gaze and tried to shake her head out of his grasp, only for him to bring her back to his eyes.

“Do you understand me?”

“Fine, I understand you.” she rolled her eyes and he pulled her in for a wet, open mouth kiss. Her frustration fueled her as her tongue came in contact with his and he pushed her further into the door.

“On my desk, now,” he growled into her ear before slapping her ass.

“Make me.”

He growled and lifted her over his shoulder before walking to the desk and placing her on the corner.

She crossed her legs under her long printed skirt, her right thigh peeking out from the slit on the side and giving him a little tease. He walked over to her, opening her legs and stepping between them before leaning down and tilting her chin up towards him.

“You think you’ve been a good girl for your king?”

She bit her lip, anticipating her punishment.

“No, kumkani.”

“That’s right, you haven’t. You think it’s ok to yell and curse at me?” he pushed her wild coils behind her ear. “That’s fine, I can just take away that pretty little voice.”

Ashanti sharted to speak, but he shushed her.

“Go up to my quarters and strip. Be on my bed, naked and ready for me when I get there,” he said with a slap to her ass. She hopped down from the desk and scurried out of the room.

Ashanti had never stripped so fast, and she was more than ready to splay herself out across his bed, but she decided to position herself on her knees with her legs tucked under her since she knew how much he loved to see her beg. She stayed like that for 20 minutes before T’Challa appeared with a smug look on his face, tickled at her annoyance for having to wait..

“What took you so long?”

“Did I say speak?”

His calm tone sent a shiver down her spine and she bit her lips to keep quiet.

“Your mouth seems to be getting you in a lot of trouble right now. Good thing I brought this,” he held up a black ball gag with black leather straps and Ashanti let out a faint moan.

He took her jaw in his hand one more time and made direct eye contact with her, “What’s the safeword?”

“Papaya.”

A sinister grin appeared on his face.

“Kim, play ‘Kitten’ playlist,” he called out to the AI.

I know that you made love right here

I won't fall back for you, I want you

Ok say the back seat going up now

High enough to make me never come down

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Got her looking for a nigga, wanna cry now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Hit the hotel like lights out

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

He pulled her in, licking one long stripe from her collarbone to her earlobe, nibbling on it before running his tongue along the shell of her ear.His hands went down to grab two handfuls of her ass as his mouth travelled back to her neck where he suckled until her hands came up to push him back. He grabbed them and held her wrists behind her as he bit down where her neck and shoulder meet before grabbing her jaw again.

“Good girl. Now, I don't want to have to use this on you, but I will if you can’t keep your pretty little mouth shut. Nod if you understand me,” he paused to watch her struggle to nod against his grip. “Good fucking girl, kitten. Now come down on the floor and sit just like that, good. Look up at me.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

He pulled his meaty dick out of his pants and tapped it against Ashanti’s lips, signaling her to open up.

“Vula.” he grumbled out to her. Ashanti opened her mouth as wide as it could go and he slid his way into her mouth and down her well-trained throat. She slobbered up and down his shaft while she swallowed every inch that he could give her. When she stuck out her tongue for him to fuck her face she was almost at her limit, but he sensed her fatigue and finished on her face.

“On the bed,” he helped her up from her knees and laid her back on the bed

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Love me right here, you can't hold back huh

Love me right here, won't you, won't you, won't you

Ok, say them foreign legs going up now

Let me show you where a nigga from now

“Remember, no talking,” he kissed her feet, then made his way up her legs to her pussy, planting a kiss right there before working his way back up to her lips and kissing her sloppily. He pulled back and covered her mouth with his hand before she felt his fingers plunge deep inside her soaking wet pussy. She tried to scoot back, but he wouldn't let her.

“Why are you running? You can’t take my fingers inside you anymore, kitten?”

She moaned under his hand, unable to speak even if she tried.

“I can't hear you, did you say something?” he teased, laughing in her face as his fingers picked up pace and massaged her g-spot in circles. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grinded her pussy into his hand. He could feel her muscles beginning to tighten around his fingers and pulled out.

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Hit the jackpot, see I wanna come now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Make that thing wet like the tide now

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

“That’s one.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I must have left that part out. You raised your voice at me five times earlier. Five. Do you know what that means? Just nod, yes or no.”

She shook her head no and another evil smile crept up his face.

“That means I have to bring you to the edge at least five times before I even think about letting you cum.”

She squirmed beneath him.

“If you keep moving I’ll tie you up-”

She grunted and continued to move. He removed his hand and replaced it with the ball gag before rope tying her wrists together.

“You look beautiful like this, kitten. Mm.” he licked his lips and took in her naked, tied and gagged form before climbing back into position on top of her and kissing her forehead. He teased her nipples until he knew she would be ready for more and suddenly moved down her body and latched onto her clit.

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Ashanti moaned around the ball gag and spit dripped down the sides of her mouth, she was already on the verge of cumming when he stopped and looked up at her.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked while his fingers ran up and down her already swollen lower lips. All she could do is nod. “Do you know how much I love you?”

Her answer was unintelligible around the dripping ball gag.

His fingers slowly entered her and he kissed her again. “And do you know what one of my favorite things about you is?”

She shook her head frantically, trying to remain unbothered by his ministrations.

“The way you look when you cum. You’re always beautiful, but when you cum,” he tongue-kissed his way down to her neck and curled his fingers inside her. “You look divine.”

Ashanti’s body shivered all over and she closed her eyes.

“So when you defy or disrespect me like you did earlier and I have to punish you, it hurts me too,” he said as his fingers sped up, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust while the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit. His other hand grabbed her chin, making her open her eyes and look at him. “Then why do you make me do this? Hurt us both like this…” He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean just as he felt her tighter around him again.

“I sohhee kukai,” she struggled to get out, before he leaned in, lightly pressing his forehead to hers.

“Not yet, you’re not.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

T’Challa’s teasing tested his own resolve. He would tongue her down then stop to go over documents on his beads, leaving her tied to the bed, heaving and in a puddle of her own wetness. Ashanti hoped that he would cave soon for his own sake, but she hoped in vain. When T’Challa set his mind to something nothing could get in the way, and he was determined to hold out.

After about an hour of torturing her off and on with his tongue, he switched to tapping the head of his thick, meaty dick on her clit. His precum dripped out onto her, lubricating his tip and making every tap feel like heaven. One time, he almost gave in and fucked her, but instead just rubbed his tip at her entrance, driving them both crazy. When he left the room to center himself and came back, his fingers found their way deep inside her at a maddeningly slow pace, bringing tears to her eyes and making her legs shake.

Ashanti knew that he was going to break soon so she just had to hold out a little longer, but then he just had to start playing with her nipples again. He knew what that did to her, that jackass.

She let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her, and she finally felt full for the first time all night. He laid all his weight on her, daring her to move, and stared into her eyes. He stayed like that for five minutes ignoring her whimpering and pleading and placing kisses all over her face and neck while just barely grinding into her.

“Do you think you deserve to cum now?”

She nodded frantically as she looked up at him with her best begging eyes.

That’s what did it. T’Challa’s hips pulled back and snapped forward, causing Ashanti to cry out to the heavens. His hips rolled his dick deep inside her, grinding so she felt it in every part of her pussy. As they sped up, Ashanti got louder and louder until he could feel her tightening around him.

“You can cum now, kitten.” he whispered in her ear, hips still pistoning into hers.

She came with a splash, but he kept on going. He undid her gag and she let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh my Bast, Kumkani!”

After a few more strokes her mouth fell open in a silent scream and her eyes were unable to focus on anything in front of her.

“Cum with me, my love. Give me one more.”

The two of them climbed towards their orgasms and they both got louder and louder as they approached. Ashanti looped her bound wrists around his neck and pulled T’Challa in closer while he bit down on her neck as he released inside her and she came undone around him. He collapsed on top of her and the two of them came down from their shared high. When he tried to roll off her she protested, gripping him tighter with her legs. He chuckled, giving in and staying in that position for a few more minutes before T’Challa untied her wrists. He massaged the marks left behind and got up to run a bath so Ashanti’s muscles wouldn’t hurt after tensing up so much.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was laying across the bed half asleep and he had to carry her to the bath. When he placed her in and slid in behind her she leaned her head back against his shoulder and relaxed there as he washed her body.

They finished their bath and he dried her off before getting her ready for bed and sliding her under the sheets. When he got in on his side she immediately weaseled her way up under his warmth and the two of them laid like that for a while before Ashanti finally spoke.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, baby.”

“I know, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head, “just don’t let it happen again.”

She giggled and tucked herself into his side.

“Yes kumkani.”

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 3 years ago

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Short non-ficafied write up of the most wonderful dream I have ever had in my life

I swear, if me nearly dying from exhaustion is what it took to have this dream, then I'll take it. I'm in tears this was just...

Dream behind cut.

So the dream (from where I remembers) starts with me having gone back to Toledo for a spell. Why I’m back in Toledo, I don’t know but I am. Also, I’m working on a crafting project that I don’t remember.

Anyway, for this project, I’m at Jo-Ann fabrics, in the “fasteners” aisle, when I hear a mobility cart rolling up behind me. I turn to look and see that it’s one of my old friends from college (who has MS) who we always called Joker (name changed).

“I was hoping I could sneak up on you,” he tells me.

I shrug. “Those things are noisy,” I say, motioning to his cart, “I’ve used enough of them to know.”

“Ouch,” he says. “How’ve you been, Shanie? Haven’t seen you in ages. Are you back in town for a reason?”

“Not good, very true, and I couldn’t resist. How have you been?”

“Everything sucks and I want to die. But what else is new.”

I smile sadly. “I dunno. You tell me, I just got here.”

“Yeah, I’m just in here for some fabric.”

He motions to a bolt of black denim in his cart basket.

“Disability doesn’t buy a whole lot of new clothes,” he says and, peering down at his legs, I notice that his jeans have holes in them.

I sigh. “It really doesn’t.”

“But,” he tells me, his voice picking up, “We opened a new house!”

“Oooh,” I say, knowing full well what Joker’s party houses entail, “Any good?”

“We’ve called it “Mideon - The Sequel. You should stop by!”

I shake my head, “Joker I’ve no intention on going there just for a hookup. I know what Mideon is like I was there for the first one.”

He smiles smugly. “We have a pool.”

I grin. “I’m in.”

-----

So, I’m sitting on the edge of the pool. I’m in my panties (Mideon really is like that) because I didn’t bother to bring a bathing suit with me. But the water is warm and it’s a bright sunny summer day. There’s... stuff going on in the pool. Nobody is screwing or anything but there is a pair of lesbians having some fun in the shallow end. I try to not watch, I’m too old for the place really. So, I start looking around. The pool is on the side of the house which, as I look closer, I realize is adjacent to a hotel. A nice one at that.

I can’t help but laugh at the thought that Joker would buy a house next to a nice hotel. Those poor bastards. Perhaps that’s why there’s a wall between them.

Anyway, As I try to look over the wall (and fail) I see the very top of the display sign (which is attached to the Hotel name sign). Trying to read it, I realize it says “Special Guest ____” (which was that day’s date that I can't remember)

Now I’m interested. Maybe it’s someone I can go see?

I get out of the water and, finding a hole in the fence, peer through.

The sign reads

Special Guest _____

Sami Zayn

SAMS Confrence.

2PM

And immediately I’m losing my mind.

I run over to Joker who is sitting by the pool, out of his mobility chair and on a lounge chair.

“JOKER!” I shout, “Why didn’t you tell me Sami would be here today!?”

“Sami who?” he asks.

“Sami Zayn! He’s one of my favorite wrestlers. He’s at a charity conference next door today in...

I look at my watch

“Oh geez, twenty minutes! I gotta go get my -”

“Shanie!’ Joker says, stopping me. “You know it’s gonna be invite only. You’ll never see him.”

My heart drops. He’s right. But I have to try.

Deciding to get dressed, I throw everything back on (which, for the record, is more clothing than ever needed for the summer including long, black pants, a long sleeved black tee, and my jean jacket over top. And, knowing that the last thing I want him to see is my scalp, I throw on my hat as well.

I quickly make my way around the fence and, not knowing what else to do, go sit down on the base of a lamp post near the side door.

And I wait. I don’t have to wait long.

Sami pulls in and parks a ways away from me. For the record, no he does NOT lock his dang doors. He gets out and starts walking towards the side door where someone is waiting to let him in. I know way better than to approach but with my heart breaking over being so close yet so far, I can’t control the choked sob that escapes.

Sami hears me. He stops, looks back towards me and, looking at me strangely for a moment smiles. I see him smile and I stop.

Did he just... wink at me?!

He then turns and heads inside.

My mind is racing. What the heck is he saying?! He saw me, but the... the way he looked at me, as if he was trying to place something...

I decide to stick around. I know I’m loitering, but I don’t care. I wait for a good 10 minutes before I realize that it has to look very suspicious. So, I head back over to Mideon. Approaching one of the people, I ask if I could bum a smoke, saying I was out. Smokers code and all, he happily shares and I hand him a buck for the kindness.

I return to the lamp post. I don’t actually have a lighter, having quit smoking years ago, but having a cig is a better alibi than nothing. So I stand there holding the cig as if I’m smoking, occasionally putting it to my lips to keep up appearances.

But, Sami never comes. I look at my watch as the time passes. He never shows up.

It’s 3:30 when I decide to look out back before leaving. He hadn’t winked. Who was I kidding.

I head to the back of the building, I see nothing. Sadly, I walk back around the building... and see Sami standing by the lamp post. He sees me and waves me over.

My brain promptly short circuits.

I jog over and I’m babbling. I have no idea what the heck I’m saying other than I’m babbling. He just puts his hand on my arm and smiles.

“Breathe,” he says. “Slow down. It’s ok. We have a few minutes.”

His voice is even more kind in person, if that’s possible to believe. I do as he says, calming down and wiping my sniffling nose with my face.

He makes a face.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” he asks.

I realize I’m still holding the unlit cig and chuckle.

“Nah,” I say, my composure regained, “I quit years ago. This was just an excuse to stick around in the parking lot.”

Sami looks impressed, but also concerned. “That’s -”

He stops for a moment as if unsure what to say.

“... something only a smoker would think of,” I finish for him. “I know. Trust me, I didn’t even light it.”

I show it to him before tossing it to the side.

“Things are horrible for your health.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat as, finally face to face with him I have no idea what to say. He looks at me patiently for a moment, as if waiting before chuckling and saying “Are you going to tell me your name or should I just guess?”

Oh. I’m such an idiot.

“_____,” I tell him. “But I’m mostly known online as Shanie. Shanie the Toy Addict, Shanie O Maniac, Shanie the-”

I stop as his eyes go wide.

Uh oh.

“Shanie O Maniac!” he exclaims, “You are! You made that video! The one about me and Kevin. Fight forever? On youtube.”

With every further word he says I can feel the blood drain from my body. And the only response I can give is a small horrified squeaking noise.

“Nonono,” he says, waving his hands to reassure me, “It’s ok. We liked it. It was good.”

The amount of cringe in my soul is about to make me throw up.

“I am SO sorry,” I stammer. “I totally shouldn’t have...”

Suddenly, an even more horrifying thought strikes me.

“How did you even find it?” I ask, visions of Sami and Kevin somehow knowing about my tumblr filling my head.

“You made it with Mith, right?” he replies. “They sent us a link. Hope you don’t mind. Like I said, it was good.”

The horror is slowly starting to fade but the cringe is going nowhere.

“For the love of god don’t google me,” I mutter.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I’m starting to feel better. As I said, his voice is so much kinder in person than over the internet.

A small smile creeps over my face. “You really liked it?”

“I did. Kevin loved it, though. He said... actually just stick with he loved it.”

I’m suddenly grateful that "IRL" Sami has a filter.

Sami looks at his watch.

“You know, sorry, but I have to get going.”

He pulls out a sharpie.

“Anything you want me to sign?”

I chuckle.

“I’m disabled,” I tell him, “And poor. I couldn’t afford merchandise if I wanted it.”

I hang my head in sadness.

“Hey,” he says firmly. “Look at me.”

I do.

“There’s no shame in either of those things. We are all blessed. Sometimes it’s just harder to see it.”

His kindness is tearing me apart at this point and I have to take a deep breath to hold it together. I try to think of anything I have that he could sign before I roll my eyes realizing I came very ill prepared.

But, as I roll my eyes, I see the brim of my hat.

My “Sami Zayn” hat.

A lightbulb goes off.

I take my hat off, turn it to face him, and present it like a Tada! thing.

He nods and, smiling, takes it to sign.

“You know,” I tell him, “I only have that because I cosplayed as you last Halloween.”

“I know,” he says, finishing up, handing it back, and putting his sharpie away. “I saw.”

And there is the cringe-horror again.

“You @ed me on twitter,” he reminds me.

Oh. Right. That one is MY fault.

“Please, please don’t google me,” I say again.

“I promise I won’t” he says again, but adds, “I will say. Not many people cosplay as me. Especially not lately.”

I chuckle. “It was a tumblr thing.”

Oh MY GOD you are the biggest idiot on the planet, my brain screams

“... and I’m going to need you to forget I said that IMMEDIATELY.” I say hurriedly, trying to recover.

“Forgotten,” he says firmly.

I look down at my hat in my hands, his autograph in black on the front above the brim.

“Dang,” I say sadly. “I mean, not mad but, I’m never going to want to wear this now. I really liked wearing this.”

Sami makes a sound before he stops to think. He looks like he’s reaching for his pocket before he changes his mind and pulls the matching hat off his own head and hands it to me.

“Here,” he says warmly, “Take mine.”

“Sami, there is no way I could -”

“Please. I have two more in the car. You don’t think I wear the same one every night do you?”

I shrug. I really had thought that. I look down at the now two hats in my hands, trying to process the fact that SAMI ZAYN JUST GAVE ME HIS HAT.

“I would wash it though before you wear it,” he tells me. “Sanitary reasons and all.”

I nod. Makes sense.

“I really have to go,” he tells me, shifting around a bit. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Believe me. The pleasure was so so much all mine.”

He smiles one more time before heading towards his car. I watch him go, the tears returning to my eyes before, on a whim, I call out.

“Hey Sami!” I shout. He stops, standing on the other side of his car and looking over at me.

“Yeah?”

I’m getting choked up, and having a hard time talking.

“I would tell you that you’re my hero,” I say, “But I’m not twelve. So just... I see you. The things you do. The Sami for Syria, your kindness... being vegan. And... It makes me want to be better. To be a better person. Change the world and all.”

He gives me a smile that I swear to God outshines the sun.

“That’s all any of us could ever hope for,” he tells me, “But you don’t have to change the world to be a good person. All you have to do is brighten someone’s day.”

This man is a literal angel I cannot deal with him.

And with that, he gets in the car (again, I have to laugh mentally at how he really never locks his doors) and drives off, waving to me as he goes by.

I look down one more time at the two hats in my hand, and I see the autograph once more.

My heart is about to explode with joy

All you have to do is brighten someone’s day...

He had certainly brightened mine.

#Dream Journal #Shanie's Dream Journal

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fallen029 · 4 years ago

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Poison

They'd been dating, off and on, for about six months. Laxus had been laid up some, from a rough job, but also had the misfortune of running through most of his usual dates. Which was fine. Left with all the time in the world to heal up, he was more than game to find more, well, game.

But this didn't necessarily come to fruition.

It was weird.

Mirajane Strauss was quite clearly attractive.

Only a blind man would deny it.

But there were many attractive women in their guild. Too many, almost. And while he liked to flirt around the edge with some of them, most weren't really worth his time.

Or, uh, well...interested in him, if he could allow his ego to admit it (he typically couldn't).

Still, Mira was someone that he had something of a rapport with, a thing he lacked with many of the other women. She seemed to be feeling rather disappointed for him, saddled with a broken bone, and intent on brightening his spirits. When she had a break in her work, she would frequently linger around his table, making their same small talk as usual, and Laxus found himself enjoying it more than he usually would.

Things were nice in the beginning.

But the beginning was over too soon.

He stuck around too long one night, drinking, and Mira insisted he stay the night at the guildhall, else he risk, in his drunk stupor, injuring himself further on the walk home with his crutches. This was innocent enough and Laxus was sure that she had no real intentions behind it, but that left him up at the hall with her, alone, watching as the barmaid closed down for the night.

"C'mon, demon," he insisted with a bit of a drunken edge to his voice. "Have at least one more shot with me, eh?"

She refused his first offer, but luckily (or un, perhaps), he made multiple.

And it only took one shot to convince Mira that yes, she should do more.

The next day was awkward, but the following wasn't nearly as much, and Laxus made some sort of a jest, over the woman taking advantage of his state, considering his broken leg and all, and Mira thought that was so very funny and maybe he got too drunk, again, to go home, and what would Mira be? Leaving a crippled man all alone in a big guildhall?

They didn't want anyone to know about them. Which was hard. Because they slowly became all either could think about. Laxus was around the hall constantly then, not just from boredom from his injury now, but with a vested interest in the head barmaid, while Mirajane seemed to suddenly find time to take a vacation day or two, and oh, didn't she deserve it? Everyone thought so.

Especially Laxus, who very much appreciated every second they were given alone together.

The woman still, for some reason Laxus couldn't quite grasp (being an only child, he found the idea of siblings frightening, especially the way the Strausses dealt with one another), lived with both her siblings. Which severely limited the places where they could go to be alone. If it wasn't the hall after hours, then it had to either be one of the seedy motels that he didn't quite want to admit the woman he might have frequented at one point in his life (or she him) or, as much as Laxus hated it, the best option of all; his apartment.

"Getting to see how the great Laxus Dreyar lives?" Mira whistled low, the first time she was welcomed to messy apartment. "Wow."

"Yeah, well, I do what I- Hey, are you mocking me?"

Mira only giggled in reply and it was fine, honestly. The more the woman found herself around, the more the apartment found itself rather clean and Laxus lost some of his reserves over keeping his bachelor pad all bottled up to himself.

Time felt different in those days.

In a way he hadn't felt it since he was a child.

He had a routine again, one that wasn't adherent to a strict training regimen or rigorous job schedule, but rather the standard workday.

When he was a boy, he would sit up at the hall, listening to stories from all the old members, waiting for his grandfather to finish up his masterly duties for the day so that they could go have some fun. It wasn't that different with Mirajane. She stopped taking double shifts and would be finished up by mid to late afternoon, with Laxus only lingering around a short amount of time after her escape, finding his own on a hobbled trek back to his apartment, where the woman would be waiting.

They weren't out having adventures. Or spending the fleeing daylight by doing anything too exotic. But it felt so, to him at least. Adventurous and exotic in it's own right, allowing such a connection, such a bond, to begin to form.

For what could have been the worst months of his life, Laxus had to tack them up there with some of the best.

It felt absurd to say, but sitting around his apartment, eating takeout and talking to Mirajane, seriously just talking sometimes or listening to her toy at her guitar… It was the most fun he'd had. The most free he'd felt.

For a man that had all the power in the world, the ability to tackle any job posted, travel the continent at will, someone being confined to the guildhall and his apartment supplied him with some actual fresh air. Or at least perspective.

He almost felt robbed of something, when it was finally time for his cast to be removed.

This wouldn't be the obvious end to things, as he would still need some time to fully regain the mobility in his leg, deal with the conditioning that he now lacked, being out of action for so long. His training, which included the Thunder Legion, now made spending time with the woman more tricky and maybe, if they were better people, they could have stopped it there.

Seen where things were headed.

But Mira always seemed to have her head stuck in the clouds and Laxus, for once, found himself too attached for once, and though the bandage had begun to be peeled back, there was still some adhesive holding fast.

So he'd just have to suck it up and finish the job.

Their time together was tight already and Laxus put it off for as long as he could, honestly, but one day when Mirajane arrived at his apartment with dinner for the two of them, he didn't have nearly the same light behind his eyes that he had in recent months. When she questioned him a bit, over dinner, when she talked a mile a minute and he just sat there, gloomily, back to his old self, maybe, only offering up nods and sighs.

The man, as was becoming rather obvious, was anything but coy.

Still, he found that he didn't quite know how to express to the woman what was eating at him. These weren't exactly the kind to seek a woman out, just to end things with her. But Mira was different. Not even necessarily from the standpoint of his feelings, but also due to her proximity whether they continued to date or not.

She was a part of Fairy Tail. At times, it felt like more so than he was. One of the main reasons for avoiding such relationships up at the hall (again, ignoring the outright disdain he cultivated among other members at time) was due simply to the fact that it would be awkward.

When things were over.

And with him things, inevitably, would find themselves coming to an end.

He wasn't a good person.

Or at least he very infrequently felt like one.

To a mate, at least.

Laxus knew for certain he was a changed man, following the events of his excommunication. Seriously. His whole outlook on life was altered. It went further than just learning to respect his grandfather or guild or the members that dwelled there. Laxus now saw the world from a perspective he'd originally rejected; everyone else's. He wasn't the only person in the guild, in the world, that mattered and while he was a big hole to fill, everyone could be replaced.

So you had to appreciate what you had while you had it.

But...he had difficulty carrying this over into the dating world. Opening up to someone was difficult and caring when someone did so to you was even harder. This was easily excusable for the man, as he found many of his faults were, because clearly he just didn't want that sort of relationship. Didn't need it.

He had the Thunder Legion. For his emotional support. They felt far closer to him than any woman ever could be. All three of him. Knew more about him than any partner ever should.

Friends were enough.

His best friends were enough.

Until...they weren't.

Those past few months, with Mirajane, well, he just hadn't felt that sort of exhilaration in a long time. He'd closed himself off to it, maybe, been so convinced he didn't need it that he never gave himself a chance to experience it.

Sometimes he saw the same woman. A lot. And then he'd just stop. Wouldn't come around as much. Go out on a long job. Not write. Avoid her when he came back to town. There weren't these big moments.

He wouldn't be able to summon up the energy for them, honestly.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," Laxus found himself reply, eventually. "About… You know, I'm pretty much healed up now."

"Oh, I know." Mira smiled over from her half of the table, still picking at her meal. "I'm so happy for you. I'm sure it's been torture being cooped up all this time."

"Not torture, no, but-"

"You're so used to traveling though," she cut him off. "It was hard for me, when I had to take a break for awhile. Hang around the bar. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love it now, but at first… It can just be a big adjustment, you know?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I know."

Still, Mira only eyed him again before asking simply, "Are you sure you're okay? Lax? Is there something else?"

"I…"

He swallowed and almost balked. Backed out and decided not to tell her. Before he left. And come back from his job and pretend like this never happened. He imagined Mirajane, who was used to playing many different roles in her life, would give into that rather easily.

But there was something in him that didn't allow this. Something he didn't quite understand. The time he'd spent with Mirajane meant something, he knew that, and maybe for that reason he felt a duty to her, to insure that he'd at least accurately explained himself.

If only to spare her feelings all he could.

"I'm going to be gone," he decided. "For awhile, probably. I want to take a long job. And I know that we've spent a lot of time together, but-"

"Laxus," she intervened before giving him a bit of a smile. "I know."

"I- You what?"

"I," she insisted. "know. I get it, okay? We don't have to do this."

"This?"

She frowned, not quite getting why he was now the one pretending to be confused and only explained, "You're breaking up with me."

He sat there for a moment, considering what she'd said before asking, "How do you know that?'

"Because I'm not stupid, Laxus." Mira sighed some before going back to her food. "It's not like I haven't been thinking of it too."

"Thinking of what?"

"Laxus-"

"Thinking about what, Mirajane?"

"About this. This...time." She dropped her fork just to gesture vaguely with both hands. "Together. It's been...something else, but I'm dumb. I know that you're going to go back on the road and that it's over. It's okay."

"No." He felt like she'd pulled the rug out from under him. How could that be, huh? That the woman was one step ahead of him? "You can't just… I had so many things I wanted to say and-"

"You can still say them." She even shrugged a bit, but it was sadly now and he'd zapped it right out of her, that joy she'd had before. Distantly, he wondered it was all an act with him too. The whole time. Another pretend character like what she played up at the bar. He'd felt that he was getting the real her, this whole time, as he gave himself in return, but now he just felt duped. Even as she insisted, "It's not like you're leaving tonight."

Swallowing some, Laxus looked down instead, at his own meal, before asking, "What would you have done if I didn't say anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I didn't say anything, tonight, and then left next week," he questioned, "would you have still felt this way? How you do now?"

Mira was the one to pause then, but again, he could only get that sad, pitiful shrug out of the woman as she said, "I know you, Laxus. Even before this time that we've spent together. You're poison. And to a certain extent, I guess I am too. Things don't last, with others, when it comes to the two of us. I didn't have to worry about how you felt because I know, just the same as me, you get it. If anything, I'm a little disappointed you thought I'd be crushed over losing you."

The night never picked back up and Mira didn't spend it with him. Instead, they parted in his living room, not with their usual, sensual kisses and hugs, but rather the woman pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and him glancing away, somehow feeling more exposed, in this final night, than he had the entire length of their romance.

Someone else was on shift when he came by the bar, that following week, to pick up his first job back.

Just as he'd intended, it was a nice and long one. The Thunder Legion wanted to go with him, either as a group or at least one of them, individually, to scope out his readiness, but Laxus rebuked them and instead headed out alone.

It was a much a step back into his old life as it was a funeral for his former.

Or at least it started out that way.

He wanted to be sad. Over Mirajane.

At first.

And then he wanted to be angry.

To which he got really close.

Finally, he wanted to just move on.

He really seriously did.

That was the original idea, anyways, to be able to come back and for their relationship (or whatever it had been) to be old news. For Mira to go back to serving him drinks and the occasional sass while Laxus admired her, or at least her strength, and they could be friends.

Distant ones, but still closer than he was with most others in the bar.

It should have made it easier, right? That Mira seemed content with this idea too? She'd been resound, before he even got his words out, and that was just the best. For the best too. They were on the same page, even in a breakup.

This was literally the most amicable a split could ever be.

And yet…

The Thunder Legion was waiting for him, up at the guildhall, when he returned from his just over four week journey. He should have immediately set into berating them, as he was certain they'd been derelict in taking their own jobs, just to hang around, to be there for him when he got back, but he didn't have time.

He hardly even noticed them.

Honest.

Mirajane was working, back on her normal schedule actually. Which would be no off time ever because where else would she go? Than the bar? All her friends were there. Periodically. A rotating door of them, one leaving for a job only for another to appear, returning.

Lucy, in fact, was around that day, seated up at the bar. Mira had spent most of her shift there, honestly, as the celestial mage had much to share with her, after being away for a week.

She'd just been called away though, Mira had, by a waving hand and a drunk request for a refill, and she left Lucy with a smile in place of excusing herself, rushing right over to take care of the patron. It was while she was refilling the mug though that she caught it, sensed it, could feel it.

Him.

Laxus had an air about him that was difficult to dismiss, last half of the year or not.

She'd been prepping for this. Had her plastered on smile down, knew exactly what she'd say to him. Ask him politely about his trip, ask if he wanted his usual, and then use the man's no doubt unease to slink away from the situation. It would be that easy.

It should have been that easy.

Because she was banking on Laxus behaving how she envisioned. He did most of the time. The man thought that he was deep and complex, but honestly, he was just moody and predictable.

He should have wanted away from her just as much as she did him. To have avoided speaking to her, outside of the necessary first conversation, and then they could just begin hedging their lives away from one another.

But he approached her.

First.

As she was backing away from the table she'd just served, he walked right up to her, bypassing the curious Thunder Legion, and instead coming to a stop before the barmaid.

"Laxus." She wasn't that flustered and only began on her intended small talk. "How was your first-"

He kissed her.

He just took her face in his hands, stopping her predetermined greeting in a gesture that made that entire guildhall stop what they were doing. Everyone was staring, something that both Mira and Laxus were used to, when it came to magic, but neither were too public about such excessive affection. And when they broke apart, this showed by the slight tint in Laxus cheeks and Mira only turned her head from him a bit, thoroughly stumped.

"You shouldn't," she finally whispered in the otherwise silent guildhall, "kiss someone. Laxus. Like that. It's invasive."

He blinked some, the man did, but didn't take a step back. Instead, he only whispered back, "I'm sorry." When she looked ready to reply though, he only continued, "About it all. Mira. I… I shouldn't have tried to break up with you. I shouldn't have let you break up with me. Well, at least not without countering some things. Because yeah, you know, things are going to be different. From the past few months. Fine. But...why do they have to go back to how they were? Huh? Why can't they just keep being different? From then too? And we just...try? I'm not saying that I want to, like, be together forever or anything, although I'm not saying I don't want that either, I just…"

"Laxus," she tried to intervene. "We don't have to-"

"Let me finish." And he huffed a bit. Because he'd floundered before, been uncertain of the words he was looking for. Back at his apartment. But maybe that was because he wasn't meant to say them. They weren't mean to come out. He couldn't find something didn't exist. But now, ruminating for over a month on these words, this set, he knew, finally, exactly what he wanted to say. "I'm poison. Fine. If that's what you think. And maybe you are too. But… I liked being with you. More than I've liked being with literally anyone I've known in the past decade. More than I like being alone, even, and you know how much I like that! I just… I don't think we can throw something away, say that it's tainted, that it's poisoned, before it's gone bad. Why would we ever want to do that to ourselves?"

He'd felt impassioned, before, but as he let out that final breath, his chest heaved a bit. It had been so quiet in the hall, with only him speaking, that it was almost easy to pretend like they were back in those few months, when they were all alone, in the empty guild. But it wasn't empty, right now, and for once, the heavy gaze of all his guild mates was almost too much to bear.

"I was going to say," Mira began then with a bit of a frown, "that maybe we could go somewhere in private to talk this over."

Laxus blinked. Then he frowned as well. "Then why didn't you?"

"You told me to talk!"

"Mira-"

"I'll have to think about this, Laxus."

"Yeah, well-"

"Okay!" And she bounced some, having taking just a moment to turn and tap a finger against her lip before pouncing on him, the man just barely catching her in his arms as the woman decided, "I guess we can do this till we die."

"I said I didn't want to be with you forever," he complained as their dimwitted guild mates, still not entirely sure what they were witnessing, cheered, at least some of them, as this seemed like a happy enough resolution. "Demon."

"You said," she remarked simply, "that you weren't sure. And thinking that your dying signifies forever is a bit conceded, don't you think? Dragon?"

"What?"

She released him instead of explaining, remarking simply in a more hushed tone, "We talk. Alone. After hours."

The man eyed her for a moment before nodding because it was true enough. They did need to speak. Honestly. Alone.

And they would. In a few hours. When there were no other eyes and it was easier for Laxus to explain in a way that wasn't so preachy and Mira didn't have to put on her dim facade, not necessarily challenging the man, but confirming with him, in a way they'd yet to do, just how serious they each wanted this relationship to be.

Considering he'd more than outed them to the guildhall, Mira felt as if he was leaning towards very.

And as she'd given hi the fairy tale ending (at least in front of the others), Laxus imagined she wanted the same.

He slunk back off, the softening of his character not one to be trusted by any other. Only the Thunder Legion chased after him, when he left the bar for the time being, intending to return hours later, and it was just as well. It wasn't him that all the others wanted a piece of.

"Mira," Elfman complained over most everyone else. "What was that? Huh?"

But she didn't answer him, instead heading over to the bar, becoming used to the gazes it seemed, and instead only leaning over it with a sigh as she looked the blushing Lucy in the eyes.

"U-Uh, so…" The celestial mage began. "You and Laxus, huh?"

Mira nodded, but only insisted, "I wanna hear about the rest of your job. Natsu did what to the town?"

"Destroyed it," Lucy said more concisely. "But Mira-"

"Well," Mira offered with a bit of a shrug. "He is known for that."

And Lucy, still wanting all the same juicy information that all the others did, only gave in a bit, nodding as she said, "But maybe one day he'll change."

"Yeah," the barmaid agreed. "Maybe."

This is the last thing I got planned for Miraxus week. I know I got all the days jumbled up, but hey, we can only try.

#Miraxus #Miraxus Week #Day 5 Poison #Mirajane Strauss #Laxus Dreyar #Laxus #Mirajane #Mira #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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isuspectyouhavefantheories · 4 years ago

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Search for the Sun 🌞

So this is Part 2 of “the Sun” series.

Part 1 found : https://isuspectyouhavefantheories.tumblr.com/post/640838971892662272/the-crossroads-to-the-sun here!

Ok so, NSFW, I can’t figure out how to make this appear shorter or have it appear under the cut cus mobile Tumblr sucks eggs. You heard me.

Takemura/Female V fic

Rated MA, for mature, sexual themes, read at own risk.

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Somewhere in the Mojave....

“We need a new carburettor for this thing V and someone’s gonna have to re-solder this whole board before we can even do that! We aren’t going to be getting our cargo vans very far like.” Saul sighed, closing the hood of the large van with a heavy thud as he wiped the grease and dust from his hands. His expression was his usual deeply worried frown and she noticed how even as he wiped his hands clean they remained oil stained and grubby. He’d been toiling over engines all day, putting one fire out after another.

“I’ll see what Mitch and I can do but it’s gonna take a little while. We’re already trying to get a handle on repairs to the solar panels and honestly that’s the thing I want to make sure we have fixed before night fall. We can stop for the night, recuperate.” She gave him a pointed look that he only waived off. “I’ll fix up the vans in the morning and we can get going after. We have some time before the next storm, quit your worrying.” V offered, punching his arm lightly, Saul only smiled in return.

“How’d you end up being my second in command? I thought that was supposed to be Panam?” He chuckled.

“She’s got her hands full at the moment.”

“With?”

“Dick.”

Saul balked at her and V only waggled her eyebrows, nodding her head in the direction of a lightly rocking AV on the outskirts of camp.

“Incidentally, his name is also Dick.” She chuckled.

“God damnit, PANAM!” She watched in mild amusement as Saul stormed away toward the aforementioned vehicle to reprimand his second for her blatant public fornication. So she heaved herself forward, ignoring the mild ache in her body and forcing her legs and arms to continue obeying her. V decided that she would save herself the mental anguish of tangling with the solar grid and get out of camp for an hour at the least. Evidently fighting burning migraines and muscle spasms was trying at the best of times, especially when attempting to keep up with her duties to the clan.

She didn’t want to sit around and be a burden on them, regardless of Saul and Panam’s insistence on her getting more rest. In truth, she loathed inactivity, too much time to start thinking, or worse, listening to Johnny, who was still holding out the hope she was going to turn the clan around and storm Mikoshi instead of this slow shicide she had carved out for herself instead. The twilight hours were the worst, because there was nothing she could do, hours she had spent staring at her tent roof, only to give up and lay under the stars, at least then she had something to occupy her. It had been especially hard the last few nights and she had more than once woken to Saul staring down at her with a worried look she would wave off and tell him that really, she was fine, dusting the sand from her and continuing on with her day at camp.

She admired the location for what it was, they had chosen a decent spot for the camp and they had some useful vantage points. Any Raffen trying to get the jump on them would be in for a surprise, they’d see their asses a mile wide.

She pulled Evelyn’s cigarette case from her utility belt pocket, igniting it with a match she then shook out to extinguish as she breathed a long drag.

“Fuuuck.” Johnny groaned appreciatively.

“You’re welcome.” She laughed as she gazed at the expanse of the desert. It’s wild beauty marred by burnt out car wrecks and pile upon pile of garbage. Her eyes landed on yet another old ruined petrol station. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to the week previous. Her night with Takemura had been everything to her. Laying there in his arms, basking in the beautiful aftermath listening to him breath as he slept, watching the steady rise and fall of his partially plated chest. She had wanted nothing more in the world than to just stay there in that abandoned truck stop, for the rest of their lives they could be there and she’d have been the happiest woman alive. But as she stared down at his sleeping face she knew she was living a pipe dream.

He was loyal to the bone to Arasaka. She would never be enough, she could never pry those chains from him. Even knowing what she had told him, about Hanako and Saburo, she imagined he had dusted himself off the next morning and returned to his master tail between his legs like the well trained guard dog they made him into. Why wait until morning to watch him fumble and ruin a perfectly good fuck, one for the history books, by seeing him slink back to the clutches of the Emperor’s family? Just to feel the raw sting of his departure, the rejection in his blind obedience to the people that saw him only as a pawn to be played. No. She decided to rip the proverbial band aid off. She was a quiet and stealthy thief, expertly manoeuvring around him in silence and then pushing her thorton far enough out of ear shot from him then just... driving away. She had to admit, it was shitty. To just leave him there without so much as a goodbye. But she knew if she had waited it would have been another day of trying to convince him to let her go.

Or he might have even managed to convince you to go back to Arasaka.

Johnny’s interjection to her train of thought startled her and she watched him materialise, cigarette in hand, perching with his legs dangling from a delapidated hoodoo rock a few yards in front of her.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him Johnny. I wasn’t going to just let them shred you into bits, fuck man, gotta give me more credit than that.” She was annoyed he could even insinuate such a thing, especially given where they now stood.

“You didn’t take your blockers during your little roll around with Mr Miyagi.” He groaned and her cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. “I know you were thinking it for a moment there in the... aftermath.” He sighed, looking down at her from his perch.

He took off his aviators and pursed his lips as if he was about to say something pivotal to the narrative but more than likely just as irritating as his previous comment so he decidedly closed his mouth, thinking better of it and returning his gaze to the endless desert plains. The fact that she could read him so well now was not lost on her.

“I wasn’t going to let them hurt you. Believe it or not you’re my friend, Johnny.” He glanced down at her again and a smile attempted to tug at the corner of his lips but he put his shades back on and coughed into his closed fist to cover it up.

“Well thanks. I guess. Doesn’t matter now anyway. We’re done for as is I suppose.” He breathed out a plume of holographic smoke that seemed to float off into the desert. “But you’re still thinking about him.” He deadpanned, making her sigh in irritation.

“Look.. it just kills me because... Goro was my friend too. And now he’s...” she smoothed her hair back from her face, letting her hand slide to the nape of her neck and head drooping down to look at her weathered and scuffed steel toe boots, her tool belt slung across her hips, held together by the tied sleeves of her blue net running jumpsuit she had to wear half down due to being in the beating sun while working all day. She could see her skin was already blistered with another light sunburn but also some sun freckles newly blooming. Her hands, more calloused and rough now than in her entire career as an amateur merc. She frowned. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m here now Johnny. I know that I shouldn’t keep living in the past but... let me at least mourn. Please?”

“Alright, alright. I get it. Here, just take some advice from a guy who’s had to... leave behind a few broken hearts in his day. Get drunk. Get fucked. Get angry. Get over it. Always worked for me anyhow.” She rolled her eyes at the rocker boy, letting her hand fall to her side, taking the last drag of her cigarette wasn’t even appealing to her so she quickly flicked it away.

“Aw.” Johnny grumbled. “The cherry is the best bit!” He whined but she ignored him. V made to turn back to the camp but some faint movement along the horizon caught her eye. She pulled out her binoculars and got as close as she could to the slightly glimmering and fast approaching object. Upon closer inspection she realised it was a car. And not just any car.

His car.

She froze, glued to the vehicle rapidly approaching the camp.

What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

-———

He admitted to a small amount of apprehension about this move to approach head on as he pulled up alongside the Basilisk, giving it a long stare and praying silently to whatever gods were out there watching over him that he had found the right Nomad camp this time. He had already had to blast his way out of two raffen pits as of yesterday and wasn’t thrilled about the possibility of having to do so again.

A tap on his car window brought him from his thoughts and he rolled it down.

“What brings you here, friend?” Mitch asked, Saul and Panam on the sidelines, iron at the ready.

“I apologise for the intrusion. I mean you no harm, I am simply attempting to locate someone. A friend.” He explained.

“Who’s your friend?” Saul called after him.

“Her name is V.” The Nomads grew quiet, looking between each other. “Perhaps she has passed by here? Stopped for supplies?”

“Excuse me?” Panam sputtered.

“V doesn’t have ties to Arasaka anymore. Suggest you move on.” Saul moved closer to the car window, pushing past Mitch.

He leaned his arm against the top of the car door frame, letting his revolver rest against it in a menacing if threatening show of dominance. This here was the Aldecaldos stomping ground. And he’d be dead in the ground before he let some corpo asshole get their hands on V. Takemura’s eyes hardened a moment on the large nomad, his hands righting on the wheel now as he internally scanned the area with what limited tech he still had to work with. She searched for her signature but either his implants were all now truly offline or she wasn’t here.

“I am not with Arasaka.” Takemura thought he would feel pain at uttering those words, but if anything, each word made him feel lighter.

“Yeah sure. Just covered in Arasaka cyberware, driving around on Arasaka wheels, wearing a full on uniform for their security detail. Totally.” Panam quipped.

Takemura sighed.

“Anymore.” He amended, but the trio still eyed him sceptically, he felt it best he stayed in the car for now.

“Is she here?” He questioned, quickly surveying the camp to try and find her himself, a small kernel of hope planting in his chest as he looked through the small crowd that had gathered by them, hopeful to catch a glimpse of her but Saul’s hand reached out for him roughly, pulling him up to the open window by the front of his shirt with a resounding clunk.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at here but if you think for a second I’m just gonna let you-.”

“Saul. Stop. It’s cool.” Takemura’s head whipped over Saul’s shoulder to the source of the voice. His heart clenched painfully upon seeing V finally.

She was a vision. Almost like a beautiful mirage that had been conjured up by the desert heat and his possible dehydration but upon closer inspection he knew it had to be her. Her every freckle and scar burned into his memory, he would know here anywhere, even caked in soot and sand.

“V, come on, we don’t even know if he’s got people tailing him. We’ve already got our hands full with Militech for Christ’s sake, let’s not go adding to that pile.” Saul glared down, unconvinced by Takemura’s own words.

“I wouldn’t be saying this if I thought he was a danger. He’s not. Please just let me talk to him.” Saul groaned but he made the mistake of meeting her gaze and knew there was no telling her no so he released Goro and opened the door to the car.

“Out. Follow her.” Saul grumbled, hand still leaning against the top of the door, but before Takemura could step out funny a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Try and pull any funny shit though and I’ll drop your ass myself. No hesitation.” Takemura hadn’t realised just how big Saul was before but did not let that deter him.

“I will be sure to keep it in mind.” Goro responded in an uninterested tone, not really registering him, only focusing on V, before quickly making his way to her side. He reached out for her but she had already turned away and was walking up to a trailer, ascending a small flight of stairs before reaching the screen door. She threw him a look over her shoulder and motioned with her head for him to follow.

—————-

Once inside the privacy of the trailer V rounded on him, her eyes filled with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Goro?” She hissed. “Why are you here?”

He swallowed thickly, never realising that even through all his fighting to get back to her side, he had never even put his reasoning into words. And he had always had a defined reason for everything he did, it was something he was fucking known for. But now, standing here he couldn’t even begin to rationalise any of his actions, only that being here now already felt more right than anything in his life ever had. He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. She noticed his silence but was quickly distracted by his haggard appearance. Her eyes widened however at the lack of the dim lights on his cybernetics.

She reached for him cautiously, her fingertips brushing against the red outer wiring of his throat that no longer glowed with the hum of electronics and now simply shined in the dim light, essentially now just useless plastic.

“Your implants...” she whispered, tracing her finger down the line of the metal overlay of his neck and to the edge of his jaw, Goro watching her every motion with laser focus. “Why are they..?”

“They were deactivated when I failed to return a few days ago.” he wanted to reach for her, to touch her, that’s all he’s thought about day and night since she left him. “I was starting to think I was going to die out there before I found you.” He chuckled softly yet he inwardly savoured how close she was, her scent, near unchanged since their night together. The scent was now infused with a small background of motor oil now that clingged to her hands but it was strangely fitting for her.

“Why?” She whispered angrily at him, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

He raised his own hand now to weave with hers, holding it to his heart as he stared down at her with so much sureness, so much care and devotion that she felt unworthy.

“I defected, V.” Her eyes widened at him but still she said nothing. “I am... I can’t go back. If you only have a short time left, then... there isn’t anywhere else I want to be. I want to be here with you, I don’t want to miss a second of you ever again. I-.” He closed his eyes, terrified to see her reaction but was nearly sent spinning as she thrust herself without warning at him, her arms suddenly wrapping around his shoulders. His own arms instinctively wrapped around her, returning the embrace yet part of him still feared the worst.

Did she pity him? Is that why she said nothing? Was this her letting him down gently? She was always too kind for her own good.

“Goro... oh my god.” She breathed against him and he tightened his grip around her burying his face in her neck, breathing her in deeply. Feelings of peace, serenity, a meaning in his life he had been searching for ever since he escaped the slaughter house of Chiba-11. He thought that meaning was to serve those who had uplifted him from that barbaric place. But they didn’t save him. They used him.

It was this tiny trembling powerhouse of a woman that barrel assed her way into his life and irrevocably entangled herself with him, she had been the one who reignited his purpose. Opened his eyes and never lied to him. She had never left him behind. Only when she thought he was truly beyond her reach did she finally resign herself to letting him go.

But now, in the security of her arms, he knew he was never going to let that happen again.

“I can’t believe I finally found you...” he breathed, letting the feeling of her arms around him be engraved deeply in his heart, the lines on his face began slowly relaxing as he stroked the dip of her back gently.

V finally looked up at him and he swiped away some stray tears from her slightly flushed cheeks with a curled finger before caressing them in his hand fully. He stared down at her with an adoration she had never imagined him capable of, it felt to her as though she had never been truly seen before now and could only grasp his outstretched arm and reach for the back of his head pulling his face closer to hers when he finally moved forward, reuniting her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her fingertips grazed over his jaw lightly, drawing a sigh from him and letting it meld into the kiss as he tried desperately to hold her closer.

She pulled back from him but his lips trailed after hers again, loathed to be parted from her just yet, but she placed two fingers on his lips to halt his pursuit and worry shot through him again.

“I think we should explain to the clan before Saul comes in here and decks you.” She chuckled, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek sweetly and he leaned into her touch, the sudden panic receeding, before smiling back at her and nodding. She made to move to the door, hand already pulling the handle open when his own grasped her free one and interlaced their fingers, grinning like a cat down at her.

“So they don’t shoot me on sight.” He joked, V could only huff lightly but her own smirk betrayed her feigned annoyance.

“Hush. Be nice.” She snipped.

They stepped out of the trailer and at the bottom of the stairs to the trailer was the holy Aldecaldos trinity themselves. Panam looked between the two and their interlock hands with mild confusion first before realisation dawned on her and she mouthed ‘that’s him?’ rather more obviously than she thought she had but never the less winked at friend.

Goro looked down at her curiously but V just shook her head.

“She’ll tell you herself at some point.” V whispered, leaving him far more confounded than before.

“So? What’s this about?” Saul stood in front of them now arms crossed but glaring heatedly at Takemura.

“Drop the tough guy act Saul come on.” She shoved him playfully but Saul only scowled deeper. “He defected.” Saul’s eyebrows rose in surprise for a moment but suspicion reaffirmed itself at the forefront of his mind once more.

“Bullshit.” Saul spat.

“I left Arasaka because I no longer believe in them.” He looked down at V’s hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I believe in V. And she has put her trust in you and your clan. I wish to stay with her. You know that... she does not have long.” She squeezed him

back at this, hearing the slight waiver in his voice at that but he continued. “I will work, I will do whatever is needed of me in order to stay by her side.” He bowed his head politely and Saul was at a loss for words, casting his gaze back to Panam and Mitch but only receiving a tired sigh and a shrug from Mitch and a rather heated scowl from Panam that said ‘if you don’t let the ninja stay I’m going go get an emp and blast an AV out of the sky again’, and Saul could only sigh tiredly. He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm in a gesture of defeat but his eyes spoke an understanding and no inherent objection to the arrangement.

“Alright. You work, like the rest of us. We all pull our own weight here and there’s plenty to do.” Panam fist pumped in the air and squealed with glee, making V laugh at her antics but Saul gave her an exhausted look before grinning devilishly. “ Since there’s another mouth to feed and person to arm, we’re gonna need to do a recount on inventory. Thanks for offering to do it Panam.” Saul rounded on his heel, making for his own tent as the orange pink swash of dusk settled over the desert. Mitch followed after while Panam gave her a quick pat on the shoulder before departing to her new hell, inventory.

“Look at you guys, just the picturesque happy couple living on the edge of the law, running with nomads, being all in love and shit. Warms my cold dead pixilated heart.” Johnny drawled as he leaned up against the trailer.

V chose to ignore him but grinned Takemura wrapped his free arm around her and rested his head atop hers as he rubbed loving circles into the small of her back, she sighed into his chest and grinned like a fool. Nothing was going to bring her mood down. Not raffen, not Johnny, not the broken to shit solar panels.

She groaned suddenly at the memory of her ever growing list of chores left.

“V?” He questioned, straining his neck down to see her.

“Fucking solar grid.” She hissed ruefully into his shoulder before pulling away.

“I’ve got some solar panels to fix and a carburettor to solder before the day is over.” She groaned, but Takemura squeezed her reassuringly.

“Lead the way.” He chuckled.

“You want to help?” She asked incredulously.

He brushed his hand through her soft chocolate brown coloured locks, twirling the tail ends around her shoulders between his thumb and index. He had a feeling his new unconscious obsession was going to be her hair.

“I’m going to have to learn aren’t I?” He chuckled. “And I have a feeling I’m going to like being your student. Lead on, sensei.”

She giggled before pulling away from him, hands still interlaced as she tugged him towards the solar panels on the far side of camp.

—————

“Welcome to solar grid maintenance 101, class is in session.” She announced.

Goro sat on a rock beside the van, next to the start of the solar grid that went from the back of the van to the further reaches of the edge of their camp, with a small group of four guarding the grid perimeter at all times. He noticed a few of them giving him wary or curious looks but did his best to ignore them. He was sure in time he would seem less threatening but he knew he would only achieve this through time, example and not relying only on shows of good faith. He leaned forward, arms resting against his knees, watching as she peeled back a flexible plastic covering over the front of the panel, uncovering a plated and wired grid he assumed is what absorbed power from the Sun.

“Ok, so. You need a fully wired and calibrated solar panel, batteries, a charge controller and an inverter.” She gestured to each item in front of her. “Once you have these it’s just a matter of following instructions. Then you gotta figure out what your output is gonna be, simply calculate watt hours by using each of the electric tools and machinery’s power ratings, multiplied by the time in hours it will be running...” He continued to listen to her intently, taking mental notes as she went on and was pleasantly surprised by how much she knew. The woman was practically a walking, talking encyclopaedia for off grid living.

He imagined she had learned this with her original nomad clan.

“And... vóila!” The grid hummed to life, the electrical tickering and slight glow from the panels confirmed this. “And tomorrow you’re gonna help me dismantle, clean and stow them.” She slowly rose from her kneeling position but wobbled a bit, Takemura’s lightning fast reflexes kicked into action and he reached out to stabilise her. She gave him a sheepish yet thankful smile.

“Are you-?”

“Just light headed, I stood up to fast.” His levelled gaze cut through her, narrowed eyes studying her intently. “And we’ve been sitting in the sun for an hour. I’d say I could go for something to eat though. Haven’t had anything since last night come to think of it.” She pulled away, attempting to move away from the subject of her health as quickly as she could, but her hand stayed resting open palmed against his chest as she stared almost through him. She still couldn’t believe he was here. Standing next to her in the flesh. She couldn’t even really fathom eating right now but she knew she had to at least try to keep her strength up. But fucking damn. Of all the ways this day was going to go, this was certainly not one of them, not that she was complaining.

His finger captured her chin and tilted her gaze to his, pulling her from her thoughts as if he could sense her inner turmoil.

“What is the expression, ‘I am here for the...’ ah.” He looked up to think an moment as if the phrase was written in the sky before seemingly finding it among the clouds and looking back down at her, grinning from ear to ear. “‘I am... ‘In this for the long haul’, as you say.” She snorted a laugh at him letting her head fall foreword against him as he pulled her further into his embrace. “So stop looking at me as if I’m going to suddenly disappear.” Her fingers squeezed his in response and she looked up resting her chin on his shoulder now.

“Promise?” She whispered, making his chest rumble in laughter.

“Yakusoku.” He affirmed before kissing her forehead loving.

————————————

They had eaten their fill of some synth beef chilli at the camps mess tent and Goro wasn’t about to disclose how much he had actually enjoyed the hot meal. Wandering around in the desert for a week he had been living off of whatever least expired protein bars and soda cans he could find, which had been almost as awful as the scop burgers and noodles in night city, but at least they had been some way warm.

They had made their way to V’s tent which was set up next to her Thorton and some work benches and a trailer with two bikes standing in it. He recognise one to be her beloved Arch and the other a gold and silver heavy terrain 700cc bike with the clans name spray painted boldly along the side of it.

“Here we are. Home sweet home I guess. For now.” She sighed, flopping down into her large sleeping cot with a heavy plop. Takemura stood awkwardly for a moment before fastening the entrance flap closed. There was a fold up chair and two electric lamps illuminating the small space. He suddenly felt out of place but V was quick to pick up on his uncharacteristic fidgeting, giving him an inquisitive glance.

“Cot’s a bit small but we can manage for tonight. Or there’s another cot in storage we can go and-.” Takemura shook his head.

“We can manage.” He grinned sheepishly and she giggled at him, taking a seat on the edge of the cot, patting the spot next to her as an invitation to join her. He took two long strides and he was at her side once again, his hand snaking around her waist as he leaned his head gently on her shoulder. Leaning into him, V interlaced their free hands together, marvelling at how well they fit together.

“You must be exhausted.” She sighed, extending her hand to his face where she swiped away a errant few strands of silver hair that escaped his otherwise well kept topknot, her cool fingers a welcome sensation against his forehead.

“Not really.” He stifled a yawn and she looked up at him pointedly, his own gaze eluding her.

“Evidently.” She chuckled, but a sudden flash of inspiration hit her and she grinned up at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked warily as she began to slink herself around to kneel in front of him, her hands running up and down his thighs in a firm yet teasing trail.

“Well we do have a lot to do in the morning and you require a good nights sleep for what’s coming.” He eyed her suspiciously but couldn’t help the small grin threatening to tug at the corner of his lips. “Couldn’t possibly let you lie awake all night and screw yourself over tomorrow.” She ran her hand over the growing bulge at the apex of his legs, which he opened wider as she settled between them.

“V...” he breathed his head beginning to loll back and eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching she she unzipped him and pulled him of the confines of his suit pants, his member springing free, already fully hard. She gave him some light pumps, enclosing her fist around as much of him as she could. He wasn’t a monster in size, but impressive.

“Speaking of impressive cocks.” Johnny’s voice pierced her mind and she wanted to scream. “Can we leave mine out of this. Please, if yourself gonna fuck the corpo grandpa just take a fucking omega blocker so I don’t have to as well.” She shook her head and sighed, pulling away from Goro.

His eyes fluttered open.

“Is something wrong?” He breathed.

“Just gotta take something before I forget.” She smiled back at him reassuringly before popping two of the red pills.

She turned back to him and something about seeing him sitting there, disheveled clothes, cock standing to attention, lips parted and panting lightly in anticipation, sent a rush of some indescribable feeling through her system. He watched her hungrily but patient in his pining, she couldn’t help the heat between her own legs beginning to rise. She locked their gaze, lips still curved into her signature teasing grin and she began to pull off her tank top painfully slowly, dragging it up to her chest. He watched her relieve her body of the sweat and dirt stained cloth throwing it over her head and groaned lowly when he saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath save for her tattooed flesh. Lotus flowers bloomed colourfully at her shoulders, and just between her pert little breasts. He traced them with his eyes and felt his body tense in suspense as she saunter toward him, a sultry sway in her hips saying she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She sank down to her knees again before him, her fingers wrapping around his still hard manhood making him hiss at the contact before a strangled gasp tore from his throat as she resumed pumping him again. He reached out his hand to touch her but she slapped him away lightly.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She wagged her finger tauntingly at him, then running them down his chest back down to curl back around his member, giving him a tug that made him groan once more. “Look. Don’t touch.” She then began to lower her lips to him, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as she encased him in her warm pink lips, her devilish tongue flicking along the sensitive underside of his cock. He moaned louder as she moved against him but forced his hand over his mouth to stifle himself. They weren’t alone out here so he had to remember to control his vocalisations but she was not making it easy.

He leaned back further down on his elbows watching her intently through hooded eyes as she devoured him, her mouth sinking down slowly, taking him all the way to the hilt letting him hit the back of her throat with an audible gag that made him whine in need then gliding back up, dragging her lips back to the tip, letting her tongue swirl around him a few times before swallowing him once again. He struggled against his urge to fist his hands into her hair as she kept up her ministrations, fearing she’d stop what she was doing, because what she was doing was so fucking good he thought he was going to die if she didn’t finish.

“V... please I’m going to....” he gasped, one hand stretched out behind him as he bit the knuckle of his other hand to surpress his cries.

He felt her chuckle against him, his end so close he could practically taste it as she continued to bob energetically against him. A few more pumps and he had to bite his knuckle so hard he drew blood so as not to roar from the force of his climax, blowing his load in her mouth which she swallowed it readily. He swore he saw stars for a moment, a blinding light show all of his own as he rode the high for as long as he could until he fell back against the cot, attempting to catch his breath as V released him from her mouth with a faint pop.

She pulled herself up and crawled over him, resting her chin against his chest that now rose and fell erratically from his ragged breathing, waiting there patiently for it to even. He lifted his head to look at her, small beads of sweat clinging to his forehead but a stupidly pleased grin now plastered his face as he lifted a hand to caress her cheek and stroked her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb tenderly. He held her there for a moment, unsure if it was the aftermath of his climax or the low lighting of the tent, but to him, right now in all her dishevelment, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. He dragged her up to him, lips meeting hers at last, tasting her felt like home, regardless of the lingering taste of himself on her lips. Goro pulled her closer to deepen the kiss before pulling away to gaze at her agin. She was the one panting now, her full pink lips, that had only a few moments been driving him to near insanity were parting enough for him so see her devilishly nimble tongue and the flush dusting her cheeks was starting to do things he didn’t know could be done, his member already twitching to life again, slowly but surely.

“You feeling more relaxed then?” Her laugh, like a tinkling bell, brought his attention back into the room and he could only smirk down at her slyly.

“Partially.” He lifted himself up fully wrapping his arms around her then flipping them so she was trapped underneath him. “But I’m afraid I’m more awake now than I was before.” He whispered, lowering his lips to suckled at her collarbone where he began to trail a searing line of bites and kisses down her chest, stopping to tease her nipples as he lavished them thoroughly, leaving her shivering and gasping uncontrollably beneath him. “The opposite of the desired effect I think.” He chuckled lowly, lifting his hand to her mouth and clamping firmly over it to quieten her mewls while he began to drag the fingers of his other hand up to the bottom half of her netrunner jumpsuit. Untying the sleeves he pulled the zipper further down to the end. It reached just above her mound, a few more inches on the zip and he’d have been able to access her. Shame, he though but immediately tugged the skintight nano plastic material down over her hips, her purple thong coming with it. He didn’t pull it all the way down, allowing the material to bunch at her knees before pulling back, letting both her legs stretch up to rest against his shoulder as he stared down at her, a shit eating grin breaking over his lips as he soaked in the sight of her, trapped in his web. She huffed at him in mild displeasure at the loss of control but her eyes widened when she felt his fingers trace her slit softly. His arm curled around her legs, anchoring them against him as he continued to tease her.

“What are you-?” He silenced her with two fingers plunging inside her, making her arch her back as she barely managed to stifle a moan. He thrust his fingers into her wetness again and again, all while his gaze fixed on her face, contorted by pleasure as he took delight in her every twitch and convulsion.

He let another finger enter her, curling them, tickling a sensitive collection of nerves inside her. Her juices dripped down his hand, his attention switching down to where his fingers pumped relentlessly and he felt himself moan at the sight of her absolutely soaking his hand. He felt his cock strain against her thigh but he ignored his growing need. He had work to do. She nearly cried out when he stopped, her eyes finally fluttered open to see him gazing down at her, smirking triumphantly above her.

“Hey.” She pouted, wiggling against him only making him chuckle quietly.

He pulled her legs free finally, tossing the jumpsuit to the far corner of the tent but trailing his hands from the underside of her thighs, to the under side of her ankles, yanking up sharply which pulled her further down the cot so her ass now rested on his lap. Her ground himself against her, his free member brushing against her slit as he draped each of her legs against either shoulder. He leaned foreword her legs stretching to rest nearly by her ears with how flexible she was. Without warning he entered her, both of them gasping quietly. He filled her so completely, V let the feeling wash over her until he began moving at an achingly slow pace. He found purchase at the head of the cot, using it to drive himself harder and harder into her. Reaching up she caressed his head in her hands, his eyes closing at the contact, savouring it, then opening again to see her.

His breath hitched in his throat, not just at the majesty of her wild curls fanned out and framing her so perfectly. Not at her being stretched and splayed out for him, like a cover pin up they used to sneak into the army barracks, back when he did foolish brazen things like that, no. The trust in her eyes. She was letting him take control, letting him take her, however he wanted. She wasn’t scanning the room for the nearest viable exit like she did in every room or so far away in her mind he wondered if she could even hear him above the noise of the engram erasing her. She was right here, willing and ready for him. He wasn’t going to last long, not after already climaxing earlier but he refused to leave her hanging, letting his thumb roll her clit firmly, over and over. He leaned forward to swallow her cries as she came undone beneath him, his own release coming not to far behind her.

He leaned back, letting her legs down on either side of his hips, but stayed connect with her. He leaned back into her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose then her lips, making her smile sleepily against him.

“You’re still in your clothes.” She taunted against his shoulder as he chuckled.

“It’s hard to think about anything clearly with you around.” He mumbled against her neck.

“Hey, don’t you dare fall asleep on me dickhead.” She snorted, poking him enough to make him groan then move to the side, allowing her to stand up from the cot. She walked over to a duffel bag where she pulled a loose white shirt from and threw it on. The fabric reached her knees and he scoffed at how small she was.

“Oi, no sand in my bed, get those dusters off.” She ordered and he sighed, pulling himself from his bliss to shed his coat and other garments leaving him only in his boxers. He fell back into the cot heavily, rubbing his eyes as a yawn escaped his lips. She rejoined him, crawling and moulding herself into his side while his arms immediately snaked around her as he buried her face into the crook of her neck, V stroking his hair soothingly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he went to sleep without knowing where he was going to be tomorrow and not caring in the slightest.

#goro takemura #cyberpunk 2077 #takemura x v #goro takemura x v #goro x v #takemura goro x v #takemura goro #the sun #search for the sun

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ferns · 3 years ago

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literally just complaining below the cut. tl;dr: apple uses iOS to control what iphone & ipad users can do with their products & it’s literally an evil of capitalist “innovation” & also it is causing me specifically problems.

i’m living in hell & it’s literally my own fault for owning an ipad & using tumblr but i literally want either for apple software designers to kill themselves or for the tumblr mobile app to run in a way that doesn’t suck. my problem is this: my ipad is a tablet that i use for a lot of my everyday activities. it has a keyboard & shit. IN THEORY, it should be capable of replacing my computer.

which it does, for some things, but there are a lot of things it can’t do because it runs on iOS (the apple mobile operating system) rather than the macOS, which is what apple computers run on. this means that while it is huge & beautiful & has great graphics or whatever, it’s got the technological capabilities of an iphone rather than a laptop. a few of the key differences: i cannot download applications unless they are offered by the apple store or unless i jailbreak my ipad. jailbreaking is the process of (paraphrased from wikihow to jailbreak an ipad) going against apple’s terms of service to access an ipad’s software & gain superuser permissions & root access. the benefits of doing so are many & varied, many of which have to do with greater control over customization & the ability to run non-apple programs on the ipad.

BUT. i have not jailbroken my ipad because there are significant downsides, including but not limited to: it absolutely voids the warranty. it prevents updates to the existing operating system FOREVER like so if i were to jailbreak my ipad right now & then they finally fucking did something to improve the battery life drain of the OS, i couldn’t get it. & also straight-up if one does not know what one is doing with a jailbreak it could literally just make it stop working (which would literally be a disaster, given the whole Voids the warranty thing mentioned above). but i’m not happy about it. in fact: i am MAD because.

the reason that apple makes it like that is because it’s more profitable for them for multiple reasons. first, any applications purchased must run though the app store & they are taking a cut of that shit. no-brainer. but on another level it is training people to be more dependent on apple software & to accept the level of control apple has over any user activity in iOS. it’s like a chromebook level of bullshit. you cannot use anything that isn’t proprietary! insane! that’s literally the opposite of what a computer should do! & yet jailbreaking it would not solve all my problems because it would just create other, different problems.

so here i am. ipad unjailbroken & running on iOS. the reason that i am super fucking mad today is not even a huge problem but it is an issue that literally just does not exist on my actual laptop. the thing is: the tumblr app sucks & we all know it, & also it is optimized (for a given value of that, given how shitty it is) for…mobile…for a mobile phone. if you don’t have an ipad but do use the tumblr app on your phone, let me tell you: the ipad tumblr app is literally. like it’s a step down somehow. bad even by tumblr standards. so! i do not fucking use it. & because i don’t use the tumblr app, i run tumblr in a browser: the firefox app for iOS. here is my problem: iOS routes the tumblr messenger sound effects from the firefox app through the priority system like any other sound from a browser window, which means that if a new source of audio engages while one is running in the background from another program it pauses the old one on the assumption that the new one is supposed to replace the old one, which means that means that if i am listening to spotify & i get a tumblr message it pauses my song & doesn’t turn it back on even after the notif noise ends.

WHICH IS SOOOOOOO STUPID!! THAT’S SO FUCKING STUPID…it doesn’t even run the tumblr noise over the music or anything it just stops it. & get this. GET THIS. because i am accessing tumblr through a browser app, tumblr doesn’t let me turn off notification noises! i can’t even mute individual tabs like i would on desktop firefox because it’s a mobile app! if either apple OR tumblr were an iota more competent this wouldn’t be happening but they both suck shit & should die!!!!!!!!

if you read this far i love you & am kissing you on the lips. embarrassing that this is so long i had to put paragraph breaks but i DID; this post is dedicated to all nosy people who like to read their mutuals’ long ranting posts but also have ADHD. thankyou

#letters #if the readmore doesn’t work the irony is going to kill me

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ivashkovadrian · 4 years ago

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hey hey everyone!

i said i would make a proper post so here it finally is. i wanted to thank you all for the support (or just for tolerating it if you didn’t care about it) during w/itcher ladies appreciation week! it was quite intense but so much fun. the fandom really demonstrated its talent and i was just so glad to support content creators 💖 tbh i wasn’t sure i would be able to participate, let alone make anything decent so i’m extremely grateful to every single one of you. massive thanks to the wonderful hosts @anya-chalotra and @inejz-ghafa !! 💖 if you’re not in that fandom and managed to push through the week and my spamming, i want to thank you even more!! thanks for putting up with me!!

it also turns out that today is international asexuality day so to my fellow acespecs: happy ace day! to everyone else: have a good day just as much! so i figure today might just be the best day to write this message! i wanted to do something a bit special to thank you all, it’s not as much as i would want to (i gotta time manage and have a sh*t ton to do actually), so:

✨ i am taking requests (to apologize for the wlaw spam alkjfkdlsj) for the following fandoms mostly: asoiaf (first and foremost), the witcher, pride and prejudice (2005). i am open to other fandoms (anything you’ve seen me reblog regularly enough tbh but not shadow & bone for the moment because i suck at trailer footage). bear in mind that it will probably take a while: i am generally a slow editor and i should have a lot less free time soon

send me a 👑 to get a blograte & blog compliment. template under the cut.

🔥 for mutuals (old and new!!) and followers alike: i like talking so feel free to drop an ask!

that is all! all of you, take care <3

template for the blogrates:

#daph bables #long text post #long post #i've been making quite a few edits the last few days (hence why i wrote fandom preferences)#special celebration

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 4 years ago

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✾T.I- You Deserve It ☼✶

Master list

Words: 2388

Warnings/kinks: pegging, use of sex toys, blowjob, handjob, restraints, praise

Pairing: Iida Tenya x Reader

:: I’m editing and posting on mobile, so sorry if the format is messed ::

@yatransmanz

==NSFW under the cut==

You loved getting on his nerves, and you didn't need to do too much to set him on-edge. In fact, Tenya hasn't even realized that you were flustering him on purpose. He was getting all worked up over your feather light touches and innocent calls of his name. You did slow it down a bit after training— Tenya had broken one of his pipes, and was limping back from the nurses office.

"Hey lovely," he huffed, hopping on one foot towards you.

"Hey baby," you replied, getting up from the common room couch to help him.

You took Tenya's crutch from him, and gently sat him down. You cuddled into him, and he nuzzled his head on yours. Your hand laid on his thigh, gently swirling your fingertips. A content sigh left Tenya's lips, but you knew that was a front. He had been hard on-and-off all day because of you, and now that you two were this close, he couldn't help but get hard again.

"C-can we cuddle in one of our rooms instead? I-it's disrespectful to the other students' free time," your boyfriend muttered, his glasses fogging.

"Of course, Tenya-chan~" you dragged, helping him up again. Your room was the closest, so you headed there.

"But um, I was wondering, I-if after cuddling, we could— um," Tenya struggled. He always had a difficult time initiating sexual intimacy.

"If we could fuck?" You smiled cheekily at his flushed cheeks.

"W-well, I mean, I won't be at peak performance because of my injury, b-but essentially, yes," Tenya's heart was in his throat, he hated asking for you to take care of him, and this was the best at hinting he could get.

"Don't worry baby," you cooed, "I'll look after you. You've been working so hard, and you deserve it."

"Thank you, y/n," he whispered, glad that you caught his silent plea.

You told Tenya to wait for you on the bed as you locked the door and grabbed your lube. He gulped as he watched you pick out a bullet vibrator, wondering if you would use that on him or on yourself. He started to take off his tie as you walked over.

"Here, let me do it," you offered, sitting on his lap. Your nimble fingers slipped the knot down, and you lifted the fabric over his head. His head buzzed once you carefully undid the buttons on his white shirt, "you've been working so hard lately, Tenya~"

He couldn't help the buck of his hips, and he apologized profusely for being so impatient. You accepted his apology with a quick kiss to his lips, and went back to pulling off his shirt. Once it was on the floor, you ran the palms of your hands down his torso, making sure to graze his nipples.

"You're so strong Tenya~ So much muscle~" you praised, outlining his abs with your finger. He squirmed in his seat, desperately trying not to buck up with his hips.

"Oh—" Tenya moaned once you got to his pants, embarrassed by how hard he was.

"I think you've been needing this, hmm?" You purred, softly cupping his budge. He threw his head back with another moan, and looked back down to you.

"Y-yes," he breathed, holding the sheets beneath him in a death-grip.

You deliberately pulled his zipper, enjoying how flustered he was. After you popped his button through the hole, you ran your hands up his chest again, letting your palms sit on his pecks for a moment before going back down to his belt. Tenya was practically urging you to hurry up with how staggered his breathing was.

You dragged the belt out of the pant loops, and gently set it beside his shirt and tie on the floor. Tenya's cock was staining his boxers with pre-cum, and you could see the delicious outline of his bulge twitching. What a needy boy. You grabbed the waistband of his slacks and leniently shimmied them down his legs, carefully avoiding his injured engine. You heard Tenya let out a sigh, and you looked up to smile at him.

"Give me a kiss," you said lowly, grasping his knees as leverage. You were on his lap again, lips attached to his. You loved the way he gently held your waist, not wanting you to leave, but also not wanting to hurt you. You let your tongue roll on Tenya's bottom lip, and he let you in. You sucked on his pink muscle, eliciting a groan from him.

When you pulled away his glasses were much foggier than before, so you pulled them off and wiped them clean with your shirt. Speaking of, you pulled your shirt over your head and let it fall. You fell back to the floor, spreading Tenya's knees apart so you could get closer. You kissed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, licking your way up before teething his waistband, gripping it with your hands and pulling them off, a gasp leaving Tenya's throat.

You pulled off your own pants, showcasing a pair of Tenya's favourite panties; light blue bikini with a little bow on the front, matching your bra. You sunk back onto your knees and scooted closer so you could get a good grip.

"So hard for me, baby~ leaking all this cum~" you teased, lightly rubbing a finger over the head of his cock. Tenya nodded lazily, wishing for you to really touch him.

"S-shit," he gasped once you gripped the base, playing with his tip using your other hand. His fingers were itching to run through your hair, but he didn't want to change your mind about pleasing him.

"So much self control, Tenya~ I bet you're wanting more?" You said softly.

"Y-yes, please," he squirmed, desperate for your mouth.

"Such good asking. Tell me what you want, baby," you instructed, loosely training a finger around the head of his dick.

"P-please," Tenya whimpered, "your mouth, please."

"Mmm, look at you asking so nicely, baby. You deserve to have my mouth around your cock~" you praised, ghosting your tongue along the bottom vein of his shaft.

The groan that Tenya let out was magical once your wet tongue lapped at his head. You gingerly sucked on it, slowly inching down to the base.

"Thank you," Tenya said in a barely audible whisper.

Your tongue played with him a little longer before you indulged yourself with his length, letting your throat gulp around him. You grasped one of his clenched hands and guided it to your head, giving him permission to lead your movements.

"Oh fuck~" Tenya groaned harshly, gently pulling at your hair.

"Close already, baby?" You pulled away for a second, recognizing his tell signs.

"S-so close," he whimpered, "it's embarrassing—"

"Nonsense, Ten," you cooed, continuing to jerk him. "We have plenty of time."

Warmth filled Tenya's chest; he loved being overstimulated, and how much you praised him on how good he was. How strong he was for being able to withstand the sensation.

"You don't have to ask to cum tonight, baby. Just tell me when you're close," you reassured, softly kissing the head of his cock.

"—close!" He yelled, holding the sides of your head.

You hummed as you bobbed your head, making sure to lick the underside vein. You carefully massaged Tenya's balls, cupping them lovingly. You sucked intently on his tip, tonguing his sensitive spot. You reached your other hand downwards, and found his uninjured engine. You fiddled a little bit before slowly circling a finger around one pipe.

"Shit," Tenya choked, throwing off his glasses and wiping his sweaty hair out of his face.

"Mmm so good baby," you moaned on his cock; "want your cum so bad. Please."

That sent him over the edge, and he gripped your hair like reins, pushing you down until all of him fit in your mouth. You sputtered a little, his semen going down your throat. You squeezed your throat, milking out the rest of his orgasm.

"S-sorry if I hurt you," Tenya said, gently pulling your mouth off of him.

"Not at all, baby. You taste so good," you showed him the cum you didn't swallow on your tongue, and made a show of gulping it down. Tenya's dick twitched at the sight, refusing to go flaccid just yet.

You picked up the lube and slowly applied it to his cock, rubbing his head with extra care because you wanted to hear his sweet cries. The sloppy sound of you pumping his cock made him harder, and he began to slightly thrust upwards. You took your bullet vibe, and turned it on to the lowest setting.

"You're so good, Tenya. So patient waiting for your reward," you lauded, teasingly placing the vibe on the very base of his cock. You grinned encouragingly at your boyfriend, watching him loose his grip on reality, "you work so hard, you need to be cared for now, hmm?"

Tenya nodded weakly, uttering nonsense beneath his breath, "please, more."

"Just because you asked so nicely," you turned the vibration up a level, and you slowly dragged it up his shaft. The tip of his cock was so full of blood that it was almost purple, and when the vibrator touched the very tip he nearly cried out.

"Sensitive, aren't you, baby?" You taunted, switching up another notch.

"Ahhh~" Tenya yelled, arching his back and nearly shutting his legs, "very."

You gripped the base of his cock, continuously rubbing his head with the vibrator. You could tell he was trying really hard not to squirm and whither away, "do you want the restraints, Tenya?"

"Please. I-I can't stay still for much longer," he gasped, laying his forearms behind him.

You gave him the bullet, allowing him to tease himself while you got the silk ropes. You flaunted them in your hands, and sat on his lap, "lay down, baby. Let me do all the work. You've been so good~"

Tenya let his back touch the mattress, and spread out his arms to await the soft rope.

"Mm-mm, baby," you shook your head, "ass up."

Tenya rolled over and stuffed his face into a pillow, folding his arms behind his back. He felt your warm fingers gently tie the fabric around his wrists, shuddering at the excitement building in him.

"How does that feel?" You asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"G-good," Tenya sighed.

You raked your hands gently from his waist, down to his hips, giving his ass a firm squeeze. You took the vibrator that was still in his hands and pressed the side against Tenya's puckered hole. You slid a plump pillow under his stomach to help him stay up.

"I'm gonna strap the bullet on your cock, ok baby? It's gonna be on the lowest setting," you warned, slipping the cockring attachment on the silver vibe.

"Yes please," Tenya moaned, gripping his restraints.

You flicked open the cap of the lube, and squirted a small dollop on your fingers. You reached down and gently pumped his length and attached the vibe on the underside of his dick. You grinned at the noises Tenya was making. So cute. You collected some more lube on your forefinger and traced his tight hole, teasing it open.

"Feels good," Tenya muttered, arching his back a bit more.

You carefully slipped in your finger, massaging his walls thoroughly. You felt him squeeze around you before relaxing some more. More lube was applied, and you slipped in a second finger. You poked around until you found his prostate, teasingly rubbing it with your fingers.

"Oh~" Tenya whimpered, bucking his hips.

"I bet that feels good, baby. Your body is so vulnerable for me, ready to be taken care of and rewarded~" you extolled, beginning to scissor, and twist your fingers.

Tenya didn't even realize that you had the blue strap-on buckled around your hips until he felt the cool tip on his puckering hole.

"Please," he encouraged, craving the feeling of being filled.

"Here we go, Ten," you murmured, slowly pushing your way into his ass until you bottomed out, "you're taking it so well."

All Tenya did was moan in reply, relishing the vibration on his cock, and the strap filling him so good. He swayed forwards and back, trying to match your slow thrusts. You could tell he was getting impatient, so you started to go a little harder.

"Feel good, baby?" You asked, grabbing his thighs for leverage.

"Hhuuggh," he griped, "yes, oh shit yes!"

You continued to pound into him, admiring the way the plastic dildo stretched his hole. Tenya's cock continuously slid against the pillow underneath him from your pace. He was in heaven, and he was so grateful that you could make him feel like this.

"You're shaking, baby. Do you need a break?" You asked, slowing your movements.

"No! Oh fuck I'm so close," Tenya cried, desperately rutting his hips.

You gripped onto his restrained wrists, and propelled into him harder. You could just see how Tenya's face contorted in pleasure, strings of saliva gathering in his mouth. You used one of your hands to reach down and stroke the head of his cock in tune with your thrusts.

"C-cum," he whined, "m' gonna cum."

"Cum for me, baby," you moaned with him, "you work so hard; you deserve it."

"Gghg," Tenya choked, and you felt his cum on your fingers. You turned off the bullet vibrator and continued to pump into him. You only stopped when you heard a muffled, "too much."

"Oh fuck, you're such a good boy," you applauded, slowly pulling out of him. You carefully removed the bullet from Tenya's cock, and slowly untied his silk binds.

Tenya flipped onto his back, holding the spoiled pillow case out to you. You took it and threw it into your laundry basket. You used a tissue to wipe away most of the lube-cum combo, and set a kiss on your boyfriend's forehead.

"Thanks love," Tenya grinned, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Of course, baby. I love you," you smiled at him, gazing into his eyes.

"Bath?" He suggested, kissing your cheek.

"Definitely."

#anime #mha #bnha #iida tenya #tenya lida #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida smut

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