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citrus-moonlight · 7 months ago

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Salvation is a Deep Dark Well

Chapter 2: Raise Your Chin and Howl

[ Masterlist - Part Two ] -> [ Masterlist - Part One ]

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader Word count: 9.7K Chapters: 2/6 Rating: Explicit

Summary: The actions of others leads to chaos at the compound, and after Klaue returns to deal with the aftermath you're surprised to learn that his reasons for being upset aren't what you think, and you finally have to admit some things that you've been denying.

Warnings: Explicit!, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Use of Pet Names, Injury, Workplace Injury, Mention of Blood, Reference to Guns, Insecurity (Reader is an Idiot), Light Angst, Smut, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Reference to Masturbation (M), Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Oral Sex (M receiving), Brief Rough Oral, Cock Worship, Messy Blowjob, Mouth Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Hair Holding/Pulling, Guided Masturbation (F), Mild Size Kink, Soft Dom, Teasing, Praise Kink, Porn With Plot, More Accidental Feelings Oh No

AN: Welcome back, friends! It's been quite a while since I updated this one, but I'm excited to finally bring you so more of these two! it wasn't so much that this one got away from me, but what I wanted (and needed) to do with it was getting more involved, and ultimately I'm happy with how this ended up turning out. Especially since I also accidentally wrote a holiday "interlude" story that comes after this but before what was supposed to be the next chapter (which is now chapter four), which was simultaneously challenging and helpful in finding the right balance in this part as things progress.

As always, thank you for reading and to everyone who has commented or reblogged so far, and I am unendingly grateful to those who have provided encouragement and support through this writing of this story. I hope that you enjoy! 💕

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Title is from "Hands Like Roots" by The Builders and the Butchers

And if thee should die tonight Well it won't be without a sound When your hands move like roots Making their way through the ground

The afternoon is crisp but bright when you step outside, the sun actively working to melt much of the late autumn snow that had fallen overnight.

You’d only gone out to take a quick inventory of the oxygen and argon stock, but when you make your way past the loading dock to get to the storage cages you see something that makes you pause and do a double take.

On the compound’s property there are three industrial propane tanks that power and heat the facility, and today they were scheduled to be refilled before the snow properly settles in the mountains making the roads difficult to access during winter.

The refilling had already been completed and the tankers should have been long on their way, so you’re surprised when you see what appears to be a fuel transfer being done between the two bobtail trucks, which is illegal except in special circumstances, and making it more concerning they're also uncomfortably close to the loading dock.

On top of that, as far as you’re aware this compound isn’t licensed to allow truck to truck transfers at all - something that would normally only be done at the refilling plant - making it doubly illegal

And while this might not be a facility where “legality” is necessarily a top concern, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still dangerous and incredibly stupid.

“What are you doing?” You blurt out, standing stock-still as you stare at Anatoly, the man who seems to be directing what’s happening. You weren’t necessarily on friendly terms with the Sokovian man, but you had chatted occasionally and he’d seemed to have more sense than this.

“We didn’t want to do it right next to the big tanks.” He gestures across the yard.

You continue to stare, perplexed.

“Ok, well, you shouldn’t be doing it here at all, but now you’re right next to the building, and the five pound tanks -”

“It was the only place flat enough for both trucks.”

“- are a lot closer than those big ones.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” He brushes you off, starting to get visibly frustrated that you won’t let it go.

Changing tacks you turn to one of the drivers who’s in conversation with Milo, a welder you recognize from another shift.

“Hey, you know you’re not supposed to be doing this here, right?”

“He doesn’t know how, so I’m doing it for him,” Anatoly replies before the driver can answer himself. “You’re making a big deal from nothing.”

“Why are you doing it at all? Unless there’s an emergency you can’t just -”

“I’ve done it before.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Listen, they both would've had to go back to their plant, but now one can go straight to the next job.”

“So let me get this straight: Doing a favour for someone whose job doesn’t have anything to do with you is a good enough reason to create a potentially dangerous situation here? I don’t think that Klaue will love hearing that.”

“You’re not going to tell him.” His annoyed demeanor quickly shifts, his expression going icy.

“No? Why wouldn’t I? You’re doing something incredibly stupid and I think that he should-”

“So you’re going to snitch on me?” He sneers.

“About this? Yeah, I guess I am. And if you’re concerned about him finding out then you must have at least enough common sense to-”

“I don’t need common sense to know that you- ”

“Jesus Christ, would you let me finish a fucking sentence!”

Your voice surprises you and to Anatoly’s credit he actually shuts up, scowling like a petulant teenager who’s realizing that they’re not going to be able to intimidate their way out of trouble.

The other workers who had been milling around and watching half-interestedly now straighten up and turn towards the trucks.

“You.” Gesturing at both drivers, pleased that they at least appear to be somewhat chastised.

“You are supposed to be in control at all times. These trucks are your responsibility from start to finish and you’re letting him do something that’s illegal just to save a bit of time?”

“He offered!” The first one exclaims.

“Which he shouldn’t have, but you should have said no and moved on.”

You turn back to Anatoly whose mouth is downturned in an almost comical grimace.

“And you may think this is no big deal but I very much doubt that Klaue would appreciate you being so flippant about potentially damaging his operation.”

He looks like he wants to say something else but bites his tongue, his stare still condescending even though he knows you’re right and has no argument left.

At this point, and while you wouldn’t be surprised to learn it, you’re not yet aware that there’s a crack in the hose near to the end connected to the receiving truck. Before you’d even gone outside propane vapour had been steadily leaking out, the only indication that there was a problem the occasional whiff of mercaptan - faint and not out of the ordinary from a typical delivery.

Normally this wouldn’t be an issue and the vapours would simply disperse since you’re outdoors, but it’s unusually calm today with next to no breeze to move the air, allowing the heavier than air propane molecules to instead pool between the trucks like an invisible low-lying fog.

As it is, you’re relieved when everything is finally disconnected and sealed up, and having abandoned your inventory you turn to make your way back inside to try to get this documented, even if others think that you really are overreacting and Anatoly doesn’t face the consequences you think he should.

“You know, maybe next time you could- ”

You’re cut off again, but instead of a condescending comment this time it's by the sudden percussion of an explosion.

When the full truck’s engine started up an unknown faulty battery sparked and ignited the vapours that had been collecting, the flashback loud enough that your ears don’t register the sound until you’re already on the ground.

Fortunately you manage not to hit your head but your shoulder feels like you’re lucky it didn’t dislocate when you landed. Slowly pushing yourself up onto your elbow you look around, blinking until your vision slowly comes back into focus and you realize with a sinking feeling that the truck itself is now burning, flames appearing to emerge from one of the valves at the rear.

“Goddamnit,” you curse, momentarily frozen in place as you watch the flames growing quickly in front of your eyes.

You know that as the temperature rises the pressure inside the tanker does as well, and it needs to be stopped before the valve can no longer vent faster than the pressure is building, and you have no way of knowing whether any of the internal mechanisms were damaged in the explosion, so you may have even less time than normal.

Finally you manage to convince your muscles to move. Sucking in a breath you grit your teeth and force yourself to standing, moving as quickly as you can to reach the cabinet that houses the fire extinguishers, and then Milo is suddenly there next to you.

“I’ll take this one,” he offers and you quickly nod your thanks. Maneuvering over to the truck you unspool your hose and get as close as you can until the heat of the flames forces you back.

Stumbling briefly from the recoil when you pull the nozzle’s lever back you grimace at the sudden jolt of pain in your shoulder but manage to recover quickly, widening your stance to better brace yourself and focus the thick white cloud on the brightest part of the fire.

Thankfully the flames seem to be quickly smothered and you move closer as the heat begins to die down. Occasionally you or Milo alternate your focus on the truck’s own fuel tank, working to extinguish the burning propane while also trying to prevent the diesel from possibly igniting as well.

You can see Tom in your peripheral now, dimly aware of him barking directions, relieved that someone else was there to take charge, and even when the fire appears to be doused you keep your hoses pointed at the truck until both extinguishers have been completely emptied.

Finally, after what feels like hours but was probably less than fifteen minutes since you had walked outside you take a deep, shaky breath and simply sit down right where you stand in the mess of slush and extinguisher residue.

You can almost feel the adrenaline physically draining out of your system, your jaw involuntarily clenching as you begin to shiver. You’re not sure who’s hand squeezes your shoulder, your mind feels fuzzy as mild shock sets in, and it takes conscious effort to release your grip from the hose that’s still sitting across your lap and slowly stand back up.

You're buzzing wildly between a range of emotions: anger, frustration, relief, a blanket of exhaustion settling over all of it as you waver on unsteady legs, tamping down the thoughts of how much more badly this could have gone.

Two days after the incident with the trucks and the ringing in your ears has nearly stopped, and aside from stiff muscles and a painterly bruise blooming across your shoulder you'd come out of it all more or less unscathed.

Once the chaos had wound down and things could be assessed it was fortunate that damage was minimal and the overall injuries turned out to be minor, mostly cuts and bruises from being knocked over or from the burst of gravel from the initial explosion. Even the alarming amount of blood you'd seen running down Anatoly’s face ended up just being a superficial gash.

There are already at least two versions of what happened circulating through the facility, one casting your actions more favourably and one much less so (no question where that one started), though you’re not particularly concerned which version others decide to believe. Enough people witnessed what actually happened, and regardless you know that what you did was the right thing, and you’re confident that Klaue will see that.

You haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet but he's supposed to be on his way back, abandoning the South African coast early to assess the damage and meet with the kind of investigators that a facility that doesn’t exist in the strictest sense will allow.

Although you have his return to look forward to, you can’t help still feeling on edge as the dregs of adrenaline continue to circulate in your blood, and you regularly have to force yourself to take a deep inhale when you realize that your breathing has gone shallow again.

Fortunately you’ve had a simple job the last couple of days, spending your shift taking apart scrap metal to be sent to a foundry to be melted down. Oxy acetylene cutting can be physically taxing and it's hot as hell but it doesn’t require finesse, and right now you’re happy to simply let muscle memory guide you, focusing only on regulating the flow of gas and keeping the glide of the flame’s sharp tip steady as you work.

You’re waiting for the disassembled pieces you'd just cut to cool before moving them so that you can start on the next section when there’s a sudden burst of activity at the entrance to the shop, and when you turn towards the disturbance you see that Klaue has just walked in.

His eyes have already found you but the swell of excitement at seeing him unexpectedly is quickly replaced by confusion when you register his dark expression.

“You.” He points, singling you out from the crowd. “Come with me.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise at the anger in his tone, and when you don’t immediately move to follow he raises his eyebrows, impatience clear in the tight set of his jaw.

“Now.” He grits through clenched teeth.

“Ohh, someone’s in trouble.”

You whip around to find the source of the taunt, the anger and frustration that you haven’t fully processed surging out in a red-hot wave, and the words are out before you can think.

“Shut the fuck up!”

The idiot is looking at you like he’s made some world-class joke and you're ready to lay into him, but suddenly his focus moves behind you and the smirk drops away as the blood drains from his face.

Slowly turning to follow his eyes you see Klaue standing as still as a steel lathe with his arm extended, but it takes several seconds for you to register that the leather holster on his leg is empty and his gun now aimed at the center of the man's chest.

“Shit.” You gasp.

All of the oxygen seems to have been sucked out of the room and you're rooted to the spot, your hearing gone muffled and tinny. The joker’s eyes are flashbulb wide, standing with his arms jutting into the air as though that might have any impact on what happens next.

Every inch of Klaue appears calm, you might almost say he was relaxed if it weren't for the weapon in his hand. But the unmistakable fury in his eyes colours them nearly black, an obsidian blade glinting in the shadows simply waiting for an excuse to strike, and though he speaks quietly you know that everyone watching this happen can hear every word clear as day.

“If you ever speak to her about anything other than this job again...”

He doesn't finish the sentence, he doesn't have to, the sound of the safety lever being flicked off is deafening. The only movement in the room is the flex of tendons in Klaue's hand as his thumb deftly finds the switch.

You’re not sure whether the man is actually breathing, and even though your own heart is pounding out of your chest you find that you’re not exactly upset about the look of abject fear in his eyes.

“No! I mean I won’t! I didn’t mean anything, I’m sorry I-” he stammers, panicked eyes flicking back and forth between the weapon and Klaue’s face, forcing his hands almost comically high until his biceps are covering his ears.

No one else speaks.

After several more excruciating seconds you finally hear the click of the safety re-engaging and you let out the breath you’d been holding as he slowly replaces the gun in its holster.

Then he turns back to you and repeats:

“Now.”

You have to work to keep up with Klaue’s brisk pace as you make your way through the warren of hallways, eventually ending up in an area you’d only passed by before. You follow him into a room filled with various pieces of vaguely familiar military equipment, a heavy desk and a bank of monitors against one wall, and in your still flustered state it’s only when he closes the door behind you that you realize that he’s taken you to his office.

He walks over and leans on the desk, weight braced on his knuckles as his shoulders rise and fall, each breath slow and deep.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t look at you - in fact he hasn’t looked at you since he’d turned away expecting you would follow.

“Klaue?”

You think that you note a brief hitch in his breathing, but beyond that he doesn’t respond.

“Listen, it’s been a long couple of days and I’d really appreciate it if you’d tell me what’s going on.”

“What you did was dangerous.” He replies quietly, finally seeming to find his words.

You sigh. You’re not entirely surprised that that’s what this is about but you’re still irritated and your lingering anger is back at the surface, leaving you fighting to keep your response measured. You’re not the one who’d done anything wrong. You thought he’d understand that.

“I did what needed to be done, that whole situation was getting worse by the second.“

“You put yourself in harm's way. There was no need to get that close when there had already been an explosion.”

“So was I just supposed to stand around with my mouth hanging open like almost everyone else? Or walk away and pretend that nothing was happening?”

“You didn’t need to get yourself involved, period. Those men would have dealt with the consequences of their actions.”

You throw your hands up in resignation.

“This is perfect, I was one of the few people actually trying to help, and yet I’m the one you’re taking it out on? That seems par for the course in all of this.”

Finally Klaue turns around to face you.

“I’m not- ”

"What about Milo? Or more importantly the asshole that actually caused the whole fucking mess??" You're close to yelling now, unable to help it as your anger and disappointment finally boil over.

"Do you really think he hasn't already been dealt with?” He replies sharply. “He’s gone, and won't be stepping foot in another shop anywhere, ever again. I'll be making sure of it.”

There's something flat in his eyes that cloaks the usual sharp blue.

“Ok, well…good.” You’re happy to hear it, though you’re still only somewhat placated. “But that doesn’t change the fact that the damage could have been so much worse if that truck had kept burning. I had to do something."

"That shouldn’t be your concern. I would have handled it."

“More people would have gotten injured.”

“I’m aware.”

“Or killed!"

"You could have gotten- "

He cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, fists balled tight at his sides.

He hasn’t raised his voice until now, but it's his tone and the way his words waver that gives you pause. As you watch Klaue collect himself you feel something trying to work its way into your chest - something that’s whispering to you what that clouded look in his eyes might have been.

Fear.

He’s visibly tense, lips pressed in a thin line as he takes a step toward you, broad shoulders curling inwards in an almost protective posture.

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with the accident, and that you wanted to help. But what you did still wasn't-”

He stops again and it surprises you, normally so certain of his words and not exactly afraid to speak his mind, you instead watch the muscles of his jaw working as his eyes burn into yours.

“This is a risky job.” You finally break the silence, trying to reason with him, taking your own tentative step closer to him. “Even when I’m not working for an arms dealer, by the way. Anywhere in this trade mistakes like that can happen.”

There’s a soft “careful” in the quick tilt of his head, and even now you feel a spark of relief at the flash of that familiar part of him.

“And you got hurt here.”

You only realize that your hand has been rubbing your bruised shoulder when you notice his eyes have shifted to watch your fingers.

“So did other people! Why am I being singled out? What is the concern about me?”

A part of him seems to drift from you again, and when he doesn’t respond a vice of cold steel begins to tighten around your chest. Has he discerned the real question that was hidden in your words? Is he angry? Disappointed? Indifferent?

Damnit, you curse yourself.

You wished you hadn’t said it but the recent stress has eroded your filters and you couldn’t help but push. Even though you’re not going to get the answer you can barely admit that you want.

“If you had really been hurt. If you had gotten killed..”

When his eyes focus on you again there’s a coldness in them that you’ve only seen hints of before, but now it’s right there at the surface, clear and sharp and seething.

“That man wouldn’t be gone, he would be dead.”

Oh.

Klaue’s words are laced with a calm certainty that sets your heart racing, your skin prickling hot under the weight of his gaze as you stand there shocked silent by his admission, unsure how to respond.

Just as suddenly as it appeared the cold begins to melt away, his eyes sweeping over you as if confirming that you’re still there, still whole and standing in front of him.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be concerned about you?” He asks, a curious frown knitting his brows.

You’re not sure how to respond to that either and you’re quiet for several long moments, chewing your lower lip while you consider, nervous for a different reason now.

He’s pushing you back, and it’s what you wanted (what you needed), not letting you get away with hiding, because if you’re going to ask the question you need to answer it, too.

But he must know it’s not a simple question, and right now you can’t give him a simple answer.

“I don’t…know what this is.” You start, haltingly.

The first threads of an admission that there’s something for this to be.

An admission that although a part of you has known it since the first night he slowly, achingly buried himself inside you, you can no longer pretend that he hasn’t already ruined you.

”Neither do I.” He concedes, slowly closing the last steps that separate you, surprised to find yourself relaxing at his words. It's not an answer, not yet, but still an acknowledgement, that you’re both uncertain but unable to help the way that you’re drawn together. Moths lost in the dark, instinctively picking up on the invisible spark of the other.

His hand reaches up to touch the shoulder that you'd been massaging.

“Let me see.” Klaue rumbles softly as he moves to lift the edge of your shirt, and silently you help him work your arm from the sleeve before he pulls the garment the rest of the way off, leaving you in your sports bra.

“I don’t know that I have to know, but I-”

You start to speak but then inhale a sharp breath when his palm slides over your shoulder, soothing the bruised warmth, fingers also dance along the scar on your other arm which was fortunately not the side you’d landed on.

“And I don’t know if I can tell you.” His frown deepens as he takes in the angry bloom of purpling skin. “But I haven’t been able to think about anyone else since you’ve been here.”

You hadn’t assumed anything but you can’t help the sting of relief, even as you fight to hold back the dam of want that’s cracking open beneath your ribs.

But when his hand slides up over your shoulder, your neck, tilting your head so that you meet his eyes, you realize that it's a battle you've already lost.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, the other hand pressing flat against the firm warmth of his chest.

“I hadn’t been seeing anyone for a while, before Utrech..” You start and then pause, your eyes slipping closed with a sigh as you sink into the sensation of his palm against your cheek. “But even when I was still trying to pretend that I didn’t…since then it hasn’t even occurred to me to think about anyone but you.”

“Is that right?” Klaue’s voice hums with a pleased timbre though his eyes flick searchingly across your face.

“Yes. There’s no one else. Not now, not-”

Not ever.

“No one has ever come close to making me feel the way you do, Ulysses. And maybe I don’t know what this is, but…I know that I don’t want to stop.”

The last words come out in a breathless rush, forced out before you can overthink and lock them away again. Finally admitting it as much to yourself as to him.

“I’m not going to stop, darling. Not a fucking chance.”

You nearly laugh with giddy relief but it’s interrupted when his hand tightens around your jaw, leaning in so that his mouth is hovering over yours as you press your body flush against him, arching into the stiffening ridge of his erection that juts into your hip.

You try to angle your mouth to find the warmth of his lips against yours, but strong hands continue to hold you just there, a breath apart. The air has shifted, a charge growing in the dwindling space between you that leaves your skin tingling from the near contact, and when you feel a faint brush of his lips against yours an audible whine slides from your throat.

“That night, after the bar, I thought about you.” Klaue continues.

“You did?”

“Yes.” He nearly groans the word. “Thought about how you'd taste when you come.”

The wet heat that’s been building in your core surges at his words, at the sudden image of him flushed and sweaty, his fist moving in rough strokes over his swollen cock and the thought of you in his head.

One of your hands begins to slide between your bodies, needy fingers plucking at his belt, reaching beneath the waistband and tugging.

“Thought about taking you into the back, finding a quiet corner, having you on your knees in front- in front of me.” His voice hitches and he shudders when you find the now stiff curve of his cock beneath the fabric.

“And then..when you were there, kneeling, I was sure I was dreaming. But you were so much better than my dreams. Such a tease, weren’t you?” He hums, and you can hear the grin even as his voice drops to a rasp of granite and silk.

“Thinking you could get away with that.”

Klaue’s hips rock into your touch as you squeeze more firmly, sliding your hand along the shape of him, rewarded with a harsh sigh as he pulls back and fixes his eyes fix on yours. You thrill at the heat that you find there, helplessly reaching for the flames that lick against your skin.

That invite you to burn.

“I didn’t think that for a second. But I already apologized, didn’t I?”

A flash of him holding you against the door, desperation on your lips as he finally let you fall apart.

“Oh, you thought that was your apology? Getting to come on my fingers?”

“I didn’t, I mean-” You stammer, the movement of your hand faltering even as his admonition sends another wave of heat through your body.

“I’m afraid not, darling. And right now..” Your eyelids flutter and it takes a moment to realize that he’s waiting to make sure he has your attention.

“Y-yes?”

“Maybe I do.”

“You do…what?” Frowning, you try to figure out his meaning through the growing haze of arousal.

“Want to take it out on you.”

Your eyes snap to his, molten sapphire when you meet them.

“And maybe,” Klaue’s thumb swipes across the corner of your lips. “I want to take it out on this mouth of yours.”

His eyes flick down to catch your tongue peeking out as you reflexively lick your lips.

“Because a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought about that sweet promise you made on your knees.”

His thumb slides against the seam of your lips, smug when they part easily beneath the pressure.

He tsks, but any response you might give is cut off when he pushes past your teeth and your tongue gratefully tastes the calloused skin. But just as you move to take his thumb deeper into your mouth he pulls back, quickly replacing it with his index and middle fingers before you can lament the loss, and you can’t help but moan around the thick digits.

Eagerly you begin to slide your mouth along them, slowly bobbing your head, taking them further until they’re far enough back that your gag reflex triggers and your body stiffens, squeezing your eyes shut as you force yourself to take slow breaths.

Eventually your eyelids flutter open again, your focus coming back to him and the pleased look in his eyes.

Once you catch your breath you increase the suction of your lips to pull his fingers a little deeper, your tongue teasing around and between his two fingers, the texture of his warm skin contrasted with the smooth edges of his ring.

The next time you pull back he takes the opportunity to add a third finger, his other hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck, gently but firmly holding your head in place as he slides them all the way into your mouth again until his thumb and pinky are cradling your jaw.

Klaue’s mouth has dropped open, his breathing gone rough as he watches your lips stretching around his fingers. Both of your hands have moved to grip his shirt, steadying yourself, your eyes beginning to water as your breath comes in quick gasps.

“Shhh,” he soothes. “Just like that.”

His fingers stay where they are until your breathing slows again, nearly wincing at the deep velvet of his gaze on you, soft but inescapable.

You still feel the instinct to gag, but once your throat relaxes the rest of you follows, and you sigh as he withdraws a little, rubbing gentle circles against your tongue. Your inhibitions are quickly falling away as you become focused only on more, moaning as his fingers continue to move, the thumb of his hand that’s curled around your neck caressing the sensitive skin there.

A heady thrum of desire is growing, settling deep between your thighs as you watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as he alternates between slowly pumping and then pressing deep and holding there, pleased when your breathing evens out more quickly every time.

Watching his expression cloud over with lust it occurs that you’d never really thought about how much he liked this. How watching your lips, and feeling your warm, slick mouth around his fingers as they grow shiny with your spit has him barely hanging on.

“That’s my needy girl.”

Klaue’s words are a sigh, almost a release, the tension when you had first followed him ebbing from his body, smoothing the set of his shoulders as his fingers continue to move.

You shudder again, unable to hold back the keening sounds from escaping your throat, your center already soaked and aching and you don’t even have his cock in your mouth yet.

“What’s the matter, isn’t this enough?” His words are cut with a smug glint of gold, seeming to guess what you’re thinking about.

And honestly you would let him keep doing this if he wanted, turning you into a mindless mess with just his fingers and only your eyes able to plead wordlessly for more. But he said he was going to fuck your mouth, and the narrowing of your eyes answers his question.

His unoccupied hand releases your neck and takes one of your hands, returning it to the waist of his pants where you quickly work at his belt and zipper, determined though distracted by the continued slip and drag through your lips.

Eventually you manage to reach beneath the fabric to grip his hard length, your other hand tugging the layers down until you’re able to free his cock. The movement of his fingers falters at your touch but then he’s grinning when your moans become more plaintive, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth as your hand hungrily strokes the intoxicating heat of him.

“Now, don’t swallow.” Klaue murmurs.

You have a split second to frown before he withdraws, realization dawning when you have to quickly close your mouth to keep from drooling.

Unable to reply, you wait a beat before your eyebrows raise in a question.

“On your knees.” His hand drops, slick fingers replacing yours where they’re wrapped around his length.

Your breath catches with anticipation, and unable and unwilling to hide how eager you are now you keep your eyes on his as you sink down slowly until the thick circle of his fist is directly in front of you, the slit already leaking as he strokes himself.

The sight of it has you aching, desperate for your lips to replace the languid slide of his fingers, to take him deep into your mouth then and nose into the dark, grey-flecked hair that spreads from the base of him.

“Now, spit on my cock, darling.”

Your reverie suddenly broken you look up to see him watching you intently, eyes dark and commanding, his hand now gripping the thick base, holding himself out to you.

Waiting.

Still unable to reply, all you can do - all you want to do - is acquiesce. So you lean forward and slowly let the saliva slide from your parted lips until it drops onto the head of his cock, his palm quickly gathering and dragging your offering down his length, groaning at the slide of it beneath his fingers.

Only when you hear the low timbre of his laugh do you realize that you’re practically pouting as your eyes eagerly follow the movement of his hand.

You lean forward again, glossy lips parting in anticipation, but his other hand quickly reaches to grasp your hair and stops you.

You’re agonizingly close, not caring how desperate you must look straining against his grip as your tongue flicks out, the sounds of skin on slick skin making you increasingly desperate to taste him as he holds you just out of reach of what you want.

“Look at you.” Klaue croons.“You’re always switched on. You’re strong and I can see how hard you work, and I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

You flush at his praise, briefly distracted from your conquest.

“But when I use your mouth…then I get to watch you let go. I can tell that you don’t like to do it for yourself, so I’m going to do it for you. Going to empty that head of yours.”

His hips nudge toward you and this time when your lips drop open he lets you move to meet him.

He sucks a hiss through his teeth when you press a wet kiss against the thick head of his cock, chased by a relieved groan as you let your lips smear the glisten of precum that continues to leak there, fresh heat blooming between your legs at the sounds this draws from him.

You keep the muscles of your jaw relaxed and pliant as you press slowly forward. Not sucking yet, simply using the head of his cock to part your lips to slide over the already slick skin, slowly and thoroughly mapping the shape of him with your mouth.

And he's right, of course. You can feel yourself relaxing as you finally taste the musk of his heated skin, humming contentedly as your tongue swirls around the head and drags over the sensitive frenulum, the tension of the last few days finally draining away with every languorous slip of your mouth.

A different kind of tension quickly swelling deep in your core.

“Jesus.” Klaue sighs above you as you gradually take him deeper, one hand braced on his thigh while the other wraps around him, his cock achingly hard beneath your fingers.

Still loosely holding your hair he's letting you work him, your own pleased moans slipping from your throat as you lick hungrily over every ridge and vein, savouring the salty tang of his velvet-slick skin warm against your tongue

Pleasure thrums through your body, growing hotter with the attention you’re giving him, but as you take him deeper again, your lips stretching wider, realization flickers in the back of your mind that you haven’t even taken him halfway yet and you’re already growing overwhelmed by how full your mouth is.

But, god, the ragged sound he makes when you slide down until his cock nudges the back of your throat makes your cunt throb, so you pull back so that you’re holding just the tip of him between your lips and then you do it again, reveling in every inch that you can take.

Slowly you build a steady rhythm until saliva is dripping down your chin, he's continuing to let you control the pace for now, allowing you to breathe and adjust until he’s deeper than when he was on the couch.

Your hunger is growing, though, and soon you're pushing forward with more intention and when your throat spasms you swallow reflexively, your eyes watering when this draws him in further. Klaue’s moans deepen at the ripple of the muscles around his cock but you’re unable to fight it any longer and you gag, even as his drawn out “Fuck” has your hips rocking.

Squeezing your eyes shut you just barely manage to stay where you are, tears dampening your lashes until you finally have to pull back, although you keep him in your mouth, breathing hard through your nose to catch your breath.

“It’s alright,” he rasps. ”Don’t think you’re going to be able to take all of me right now, darling. But you’ll take as much as you can, and when you can swallow every inch of my cock then you’ll get to feel me come down your throat.”

You can’t help the muffled sound you make that’s equal parts arousal and disappointment.

“Don’t worry, I’m still going to make a pretty mess of your mouth," he teases, his heaving chest and half-lidded eyes betraying his own growing need.

Not that he isn’t doing a fair job of it already, of course, unable to properly swallow, your chin is quickly growing shiny with drool. The pressure of his other hand still cradling the back of your neck firm but soothing as he holds you in place, as the still restrained flex of his hips begins seeking the wet heat of your mouth again, and you sigh at the intoxicating weight of his cock dragging against your tongue.

As you relax your awareness drifts back down to the heat between your legs, the slick press of the seam of your pants against your sex barely relieving the ache there as you squeeze your thighs together.

After a few more slow thrusts he presses forward into the back of your throat again, and as he holds himself there you take a shaky breath and swallow once, and then again, taking more of him than you have so far.

“There you go, God-”

You try to hollow your cheeks to pull him in further but you gag again when he bucks suddenly, his words cut off with a growled curse.

“It’s alright,” Klaue soothes, pulling back to give you a moment to recover, though it was more startling than painful. “You’re doing so fucking well.”

Looking up at him you see that his eyes are screwed shut, head bowed and breathing hard, concentration etched clearly across his face. When he finally opens his them he can only groan at the sight of your tear-damp reverence, his attention is first drawn first to where he's disappearing into your mouth as he starts to move again, but it’s not long before they catch instead on the needy cant of your hips.

“You do love this, don’t you? Have you soaked through your panties already?”

You can only let out a whimpered moan as you attempt to nod.

He hasn’t let you take his cock out of your mouth yet and you can feel the drool that continues to spill from your lips beginning to collect and drip off of your chin, down onto your chest where it slicks the skin between your breasts.

There’s a flicker in the back of your mind, a needling thought that you should feel…ashamed. By the mess, and your neediness, by how much you fucking adore being on your knees for this man.

But that flicker is quickly snuffed out as Klaue continues to use your mouth, and as you take in the look of awe in his eyes, when you feel his thumb softly stroking over the curve of your cheekbone, you realize that you don’t feel below him.

That although you're on your knees, it feels like you’re the one being worshiped.

You want to focus on him and you try, really you do, but the heated ache in your cunt is becoming unbearable and you can't help shifting and squeezing your thighs together, made breathless by your need as much as by the fullness of him in your mouth.

He's has been watching - and clearly enjoying - this increasingly desperate movement of your hips, but finally he seems to take pity on you.

“Do you want to touch yourself, darling? Want to come while you drool all over my cock?”

Even through his tease you can feel how his own words affect him in the quickening buck of his hips.

“Go on then, feel how wet your pussy is just from this.”

The words are barely past his lips and you’re already moving, but just as you manage to work your hand beneath the waistband of your pants he speaks again.

“Slow.”

The word is quiet but firm, Klaue's tone softer than before yet shot through with an irresistible command and you pause, glancing back up.

His shoulders and neck are impossibly broad from this vantage, eyes bright but tinged with a smoky darkness that does away with your resistance, and you know with a thrilling certainty that as desperate as you are for relief, in this moment you’d do whatever he asked.

Keeping your eyes locked on his you begin to move again, dipping your hand down - slowly.

“That’s it. Slip your hand into your panties now. Just- just one finger, darling.” His voice is uneven and clipped like he's having to concentrate on forming the words. “Slide it along that pretty slit of yours. Barely need to press to feel it, don’t you? How wet you are.”

You can only whimper in response, the building ache between your thighs only made worse by how close you are to relief, by how you could increase the pressure just slightly and you’d be able to part yourself and find your desperate bundle of nerves.

“You have no idea how delicious that first taste of you is. So fucking sweet.”

There’s an edge to his words, as though he were jealous of your fingers, that they get to slide and tease between your legs and not his tongue.

There’s barely any friction beneath your index finger, but the soft glide combined with his grunted breaths above you has you clenching and it's near agony to keep your movements slow and controlled, fighting against every instinct in your body not to give in as your sex quivers, pleading for more.

So instead you pull your focus back to his cock and let your mouth move the way you wish your fingers could, quickly and hungrily sliding your lips along his shaft until with a sudden movement you take him into the back of your throat again and keep him there, your hand stroking the part of him you can't take.

“Christ,” he grits through his teeth, your scalp stinging from the quick jerk of his hand in your hair. “Not yet.”

You can't tell if this is directed at you or himself as he swallows and releases a shuddered breath, his voice strained when he speaks again.

“Slide two fingers over your clit for me, now.”

Relief ripples up your spine as you eagerly press through your drenched folds, fingers dragging against your swollen bud, unable to let out more than a choked sound as you push forward to keep his cock where it is in your throat, hot tears spilling over.

“Again.”

Your touch grows rougher, matching his words, feeling the inevitable swell of pleasure growing as you float there, caught in the riptide of his voice.

”Want to go faster, don’t you?” Klaue rasps. “Want to reach down to feel how soaked your needy hole is?”

You do, trembling fingers unable to help chasing the path of his words as if they were his tongue instead, sliding along your slick cleft and down to gather more of your arousal.

Pleasure strings tighter when your fingers slide back up and over your clit, cursing him internally as you gasp short breaths through your nose. You try to relax your throat even as every other muscle in your body draws tight, unsure how much longer you can keep yourself from falling over the edge.

You can’t really tell him, only your eyes can plead, I’m close, I’m so close it feels so good please let me come.

“So used to begging with that pretty mouth.” He taunts with a breathless growl, reading your desperation, his lips curled in a grin at your half-delirious expression.

“It's alright, I know how good it's making you feel to use your mouth like this instead. Just like I know you’re going to make yourself come now.”

You're so close to lost that it takes a second for you to process his command, but when you do something in you snaps.

Your fingers immediately find a tight rhythm as you chase the swollen edge of pleasure, his fist gripping your hair tight to hold you firmly in place as your movements begin to grow frantic, unable to control any part of you as the blinding heat of your climax finally shocks through you.

The muscles of your throat spasm as your cunt flutters around nothing, desperate sounds caught in your chest as your hips buck and writhe against your fingers. Your other hand is entirely lost to any sense of rhythm and it drops to grasp at the fabric covering his thigh in an attempt to find purchase, and then suddenly his hand not in your hair is there, strong fingers twining tightly with yours, holding on to you as you fall apart.

“That’s it,” Klaue pants, his voice thick with lust and awe. “Choke on my cock while you come.”

You want to curse and cry and plead as ecstasy works its way through you in eddies and purls, and it almost feels like you might be drowning but you’re powerless to want anything else but to drown in him, trembling with relief as your fingers roughly work every pulse of pleasure from your clit.

As the waves begin to soften your other senses gradually filter back in: the ache in your throat and your jaw, the sting in your knees where they press into the floor, and when your body slackens as you start to come down he allows you pull back enough to properly catch your breath.

Slowly you’re able to focus again, eyes damp and red rimmed as you look up at him, but you only have a brief moment to appreciate his pleased expression before his eyes go storm dark.

“Going to come in your mouth, now.”

Fingers tighten in your hair once more and then he’s moving. His thrusts are rough now with surrendered control as his hips chase a harsh rhythm, a low groan rolling through his chest that's woven together with your name as he finally gives in and takes what you'd promised.

You attempt to tighten your lips around him as his rasping curses continue above you, but it’s no use, all you can do is kneel and relent to the slide of his cock filling your mouth again and again.

You want to beg him, words that fall so easily from your lips now when you sense that he’s about to let go for you, but you can only whine for it, your plaintive noises slipping messily around his cock until the pattern of his thrusts falters. And then, finally, there's only bliss when you hear his choked gasp as he stiffens, and you feel the first warm spurts of his spend coating your tongue.

With a low, open-mouthed moan he continues to fuck into the wet suck of your mouth, spilling himself across your lips and chin as well as your tongue until pearly ropes of cum are mixing with your drool, the mess of it dripping in slick stands off of your chin.

Then suddenly Klaue pulls out completely for the first time since this started and at first you can only gasp and cough, but when his hand wraps around himself your mouth instinctively drops open. Resting the head of his cock against the offering of your tongue he slowly strokes though the last pulses of his orgasm, making sure to give you every last drop, dragging through the slick mess with slow, sated thrusts until his fist gradually stills.

Eventually he pulls back though not away, panting and heavy lidded as he looks down at you where you kneel, a shining strand strung between his tip and your swollen lips that glisten with the pearly sheen he’s painted them with.

“Now you can swallow, darling.”

You’re not sure if you should laugh or sob, but fighting both you make sure to keep your eyes on his as you curl your tongue back into your mouth and swallow, before dragging your fingers across your chin to gather the mess he left there, too.

A lazy smile curves his lips as he watches your mouth sliding around your fingers, and once you've cleaned as much as you can your hand drops, both of them resting on the tops of your thighs.

Gently, the backs of Klaue’s fingers brush at the streaks of tears that are beginning to dry on your cheeks, then one slowly hooks under your chin to tip your head up, not letting you hide, leaving you startled by the affection that vines its way through your ribcage, burrowing into the want that even now burns hot.

The want that folds into a desperation to please him, to give and take everything until the only thing left is your desire.

You wish that you could explain it to him, that you could say something coherent, but any words you try to form seem to dissipate before they can reach your mouth, and you’re unsure that you could even articulate your thoughts as you sit in the filmy haze of your afterglow.

So when you do open your mouth you're nearly as caught off guard by the words that come out as he is, your voice an almost unfamiliar, grateful rasp.

“Thank you.”

Klaue’s satisfied grin falls away, his lips parting with a groaned sigh and then he’s reaching down, a hand curling around your bicep to pull you up to standing. You waver against the stiffness in your legs but he supports you, his palm again finding its place against your cheek.

He pauses, really taking in the state of you: your dazed expression and cock-swollen lips, standing there bruised and mussed and shirtless and pleased, his large hand brushing across your chin to catch more of the sheen there, words seeming to hover on the tip of his tongue.

The line between his brows deepens with a purse of his lips, a barely perceptible shake of his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, klein Mot.”

Then he's pulling you against him, his lips suddenly on yours and he's kissing you deeply, licking hungrily into your mouth and you swiftly grow breathless as he chases the taste of himself on your tongue. But just as you’re sinking into it, he pulls away.

“Come here.”

He turns with you, quickly crowding you back against his desk, hands reach down to wrap around your thighs and you quickly brace against the surface as he lifts you until you’re perched on the edge of it.

Your legs fall open easily as he moves forward, his focus coming to rest on you again as his hands slide up to circle your waist.

“You did so fucking well.” A smile tugs at his lips again as thumbs trail soft patterns against your bare skin. “Are you alright?”

Warmth blooms at his concern, an unexpected contrast with what had just transpired.

“Yes.” You’re still finding your voice, still feeling like you're catching your breath, but you’re good. More than.

“You're sure?”

Leaning forward you slide your arms around his broad waist, hitching your legs up as well, drawing him into you.

“Yes, I promise.” You assure, brushing the ghost of a smile against his lips. “And…I promise that I won’t lie to you if anything is too much.”

“Good.” Klaue pulls back to look at you, a pleased edge of gold glinting in the blue before a more serious expression settles into the creases around eyes. “Because I'm going to keep pushing you.”

You inhale sharply, a fresh throb of heat blooming in your still slick core as your legs tighten around his hips.

“I want you to, Ulysses,” you hum, slowly arching and rolling your center against him, feeling him still half hard where he'd tucked himself back into his pants.

“I know, my darling.” His words are knowing and smooth with the edges singed dark, hands roving slowly over the soft flesh of your waist as he continues matter-of-factly. “But right now, you’re going to have some water, and then I’m going to make you come again.”

“Yeah?” You say hopefully as you continue to move against him, chasing the heat he so easily stokes in you with just a few words.

A slow nod and a rumbled confirmation.

“I’m going to take care of you, now, Mot. I don’t need you to make any decisions today. Except for one.”

“Oh?”

“Not how many times you’re going to come, that's up to me. But you’re going to tell me how.”

“God, Ulysses.” You’re burning with arousal now, every inch of your skin prickling hot. “That's all?”

“Will it be my fingers?”

His hands brush further up your waist, thumbs teasing beneath the band of your bra to just brush against the sensitive curve of your breasts before trailing back down.

“Or my mouth?”

Leaning in his lips press against your neck, a silvered shimmer of nerves swirling out from the point where his tongue flicks out to taste your skin, your body swiftly surrendering to the heat of his promise.

“Or perhaps you’d like to straddle my thigh until you’ve made a lovely mess for me.”

A needy sound rends itself from your chest as his thumbs press into the sensitive creases where your hips meet your thighs, but just as you open your mouth to reply, a loud knock sounds on the door.

“Not right now.” Klaue calls out to whoever is in the hall without pulling away from you.

“Yes, now.”

“I’m not ask-”

“It’s a call you’ve been waiting for. There's a problem.”

Jaw clenching, he exhales a sharp breath.

“Just a minute,” he replies.

“You really need to-”

“Just a minute.” Klaue snaps, his head jerking towards the door and you jump, your legs tightening around him.

“Alright, alright.”

The man’s voice trails off and it sounds like he’s moved down the hallway, at least for now.

When he looks back at you you’re biting your lip, the look in his eye telling you he must have noticed your reaction to his tone.

“Think about what I asked.”

You're about to reply that you will, but something occurs to you about the suggestions he’d given you.

“Wait, is.. is your cock not an option?” You give him a coy look through your lashes, intending to tease but still a little nervous that maybe it won't be.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you, darling. If you’re good.”

A thumb grazes the corner of your mouth, distracting you momentarily from what that means as you unconsciously flick your tongue out to meet it, earning you a knowing grin when you quickly pull away with a sheepish laugh.

“So?” He says, waiting for your confirmation of his request.

“I will. I’ll…think about it.” You're nearly panting now as the rock of your hips grows needier, shocked at how quickly you can feel another orgasm building already, if you just had a few more minutes you could-

“That’s all you’ll be doing, though. Yeah?”

Strong hands tighten around your hips, pinning their faltering movement against him and you pull back with a frown.

“Are you saying…you want me to think about how I want to come, but I can’t- ”

“Smart girl, you did hear what I said.” His gaze sweeps over your face, and you barely manage not to scoff.

“Yes, I heard you. But I mean, I did already make myself come. I made that decision.”

Klaue tilts his head, mock curiosity knitting his brows.

“Did you?”

You open your mouth to argue but then close it again, pursing your lips together in a pout. He has a point, though: It may have been your fingers, but it was his words guiding you, and you only made yourself come when he told you that you would.

“I decide,” he repeats, and you bite back a whimper when he slowly grinds you against him again. “And I've decided you're going to wait.”

There’s another, more insistent knock at the door.

“Coming.” Suddenly letting go he steps back from you, not hiding his pleasure at your pained expression as he finds and hands you your shirt which you reluctantly put back on.

“I’ll walk you back to the main corridor.” He pauses with his hand on the doorknob and raises a brow, waiting for you to follow.

“Fine. I’ll think about it.” You finally say, pushing yourself off of the desk, not bothering to hide the frustration in your voice.

“I know you will, darling.” His certainty overlaps with a challenge as he opens the door.

Be good, and you can come on my cock.

You shudder when his hand quickly presses against your lower back as you move past him, even the brief pressure burns hot through the fabric of your shirt, and then the door clicks shut behind you.

So, you have to wait. Again. And though you’re getting good at it now, and even knowing that it won’t be long, you’re not sure how you’re going to make it, your nerves already on fire as you part and watch him walk away.

AN: As always thank you so much for reading! 🥰 The next chapter will not be nearly as long a wait since about 75% of it was already written before I decided to split this on up! Will it be soon soon? No, but it won't be quite as long as this break as this was! Though to be fair I did write two other fics (and a drabble), flew to London, and dealt with a personal loss, and then the recovery from of all the that plus y'know, life in general. But we're finally here, and I'm glad that I made it and can finally share this with you all!

Full disclosure I am not someone who works with propane, and while much of the information is based what I've been able to find online, the accident itself is based on the events of a real explosion at a propane plant that happened in Canada several years ago. So things are likely not necessarily going to be 100% correct, but there are real variables here that would explain something like this happening.

I also want to mention that there's a line in that that was actually the first (filthy) line of not just this chapter, but also of this entire part two. I was only around halfway through part one and was just realizing there would even be a part two (the line did end up changing a bit as the story evolved, but it's still in here. 😏). Also I wrote it, closed the doc, then opened Instagram and immediately saw that Andy was coming to to Toronto. And instantly panicked. So there's that. 😂

#salvation is a deep dark well #bringin' home the rain part two #ulysses klaue #ulysses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue smut #reader insert #x reader #mcu #mcu fanfiction

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chaneajoyyy · 1 year ago

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WLW FANFICTION (PART 2)

@ljstraightnochaser

BLACK PANTHER

SHURI

senile souls- @nzia-writes

fatal touch series- @writingintheshadowsforever

shuri soft headcanons, @m0chaminx

i do, mentor, grieving, jealousy, a helping hand my cheerleader, focus series, how i met your mother, surprise visit, a+ series, sweet girl, stolen heart, shuri hc's, butterflies, satisfied, eat me for breakfast, unexpected love, mommy's girl, we'll meet again, shuri smut drabble, miss me kiss me, paint me, my heart and soul, i'm not over you- @heejayy

don't run from me, 24/7 (ft. riri williams)- @kisskourt

come and see me, heart of iron & steel (ft. riri williams), tulips, the panther's muse- @risingoftime

generous- @gardenof-venus

our!?, permission- @demie90s

record store- @cuddl3s4shur1

they kissing!- @axailslink

imagine shuri revealing your true heritage to you- @writingintheshadowsforever

genius princess, comfortable, for a while- @solitaryearthperson

dating shuri headcanons, beach day, i'm not sure, stop trying, maybe it's the jazz, is that what you think? hold on, when i had the chance, don't play with me princess, what did i tell you?, sit down please, smoking that 🍃 with shuri- @haechvn

insecure, valentine's day with shuri, believe me series, stressed out, nights like this, griot, rivals, too much series, christmas with shuri headcanon series, training with shuri, cooking with shuri, @queenofsimpsblog

swallow (your pride), i miss your there series, private session, meet me under the golden tree, motel princess, for you i'll try, all eyes on you, eyes on me, seven wonders, wouldn't change a thing, vampire shuri series, black tracksuit shuri (photos), shuri (photos)- @sapphicvqmpires

crown royal, the elevator, your panther series-@pocketsizedpanther

forbidden fruit, seven deadly sins, on the throne, the panther's prey, touchin', lovin', f*ckin' "- @naomis-daydream

@prettymrswright

speak to me softly- @sloth-babied

everything that's broke leave it to breeze, first date with hbcu!shuri, shuri w/ a college!reader, domesticwife!shuri headcanons series, summertime curshin', i have loved you since we were eighteen series, you are my peace of mind, iceskating with the bp:wf girls (search: shuri x black!reader)- @shinsousliya

next to me series- @babyboiboyega

CAPTAIN MARVEL

CAROL DANVERS

different but same, dust- @solitaryearthperson

THOR

VALKYRIE/BRUNHILDE

soft, hardness (sequel to soft), it was my fault- @solitaryearthperson

***PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE FICS!!!***

#bp plug #the plug #bp librarian at your service #librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk wlw fanfiction #talk marvel fanfiction #talk black panther fanfiction #wlw fanfiction #fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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ceasarslegion · 5 months ago

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I support u getting back into marvel. Who were ur big fave characters?

We liked Hawkeye, Bucky, and like, pre- Tom Holland Spiderman. Nowadays we r a fan of Bruce lol

Man I have a lot. Deadpool, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Kamala Khan's Ms. Marvel, Daredevil, Black Panther, The Falcon. I don't put Deadpool and Wolverine at the top of the list because of the new movie either, I've been reading Deadpool and the X-Men comics since middle school. I think I connected with them easily because I was always the only Canadian I knew overseas so having two characters of my own nationality meant a lot to me and filled this need for commonality I was lacking. But the one character that I really can not understate the importance of to me is Tony Stark.

Tony was everything to me. I knew exactly how he felt in so many deeply profound ways and I also hide behind this false confidence and sex appeal to push away my own insecurities and traumas. The fact that he was flawed, and that was a feature, not a bug. All I really have in the face of neglect and abuse is my hyper independence, and he used his in the same boat as me to literally build a better version of himself. He's not perfect, he's far from okay, he's a bit broken and rough around the edges, and hey, so am I. Seeing a man like Tony portrayed as a superhero who is not defined by the worst parts of himself means so much to me that I really can't put it into words. And every Iron Man and Avengers film with him released at exactly the right time for me to see it.

Tony will always be special to me. My favourite Iron Man run is International Iron Man, which hammers it all home for me that much more. It's about how Tony was adopted as a PR stunt by the Starks because his birth mother was just too poor to take care of him, and although she loved him, she gave him to this rich family that couldn't conceive because she thought they could give him everything she couldn't, and she wanted her baby to have the world to explore with no barriers to entry. Tony learns about how he was adopted, and sets out to reunite with the mother who loved him more than Howard ever did. It's a deep exploration of identity and how complicated the world is when you're someone like Tony, and they never once portrayed it as his birth mother not loving him, it was the dichotomy between Tony's paths in life being a mother who loved him to the point of letting him go who had nothing to give him, or a father who had no concept of not having who couldn't really care any less about him.

And when MCU Tony got to be the one to save the universe after spending his whole life haunted by his past actions and trying so hard to be a good person (which he already was, he just never accepted it) it hit me real hard man. I don't like that he had to die though, not when he had his little family and life and finally got to be the one to save the world he spent so long trying to be worthy of.

I also got really attached to Tom Holland's Peter Parker as a consequence of this, for obvious reasons. Irondad makes me mentally ill for all the reasons listed above.

All this is also why i dont... really engage with what the fandom has to say about Tony. It makes me want to chew glass that both haters and fans despise both him and everyone who likes him, and seem to make it their goal to completely misunderstand and shit all over his character to the point of saying that he had no right to be mad that Cap lied to him about Bucky killing his parents.

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shurisleftearring · 5 months ago

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Green Eyes Part 4

a/n: Shes backkkkkk. Chile this one is a longgg one. I was away for so long it was only fair that I made it so long. Life has been kicking my ass but were here! Green eyes part 4! (also i’ve been wondering if I should make a tag list. (Idk just a thought) Enjoy!

Word count: 8k+

Pairing: Shuri x !Black!fem!reader x Riri???

Summary: Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

But I don't love you anymore, I'm so insecure, never knew that love did this....

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“Babe…”

Babe? Oh great now she has a secret girlfriend too?

“...Hey”

“Shuri, who is this? I've never seen her before. She's super pretty though” the lady said smiling.

“She is um…my assistant at the moment”

“Babe, they are still sending you assistants? You can never keep one”

Your head was just spinning as this went on. She have a girlfriend? After all of this fuss about you, she has a fucking girlfriend? Rage was building up inside of you and Shuri could see it.

“Hey babe, can you give us a minute? I have a…surprise afterward” Shuri said, turning away to her girlfriend.

“Oh ok! I can give you a minute” She tried to kiss Shuri, but she moved her head away. Poor girl. You wondered why she was so distant with her.

You looked away angry. She went onto the elevator leaving you and Shuri alone again.

“Girlfriend? You just confessed to me and you have a fucking girlfriend? That is so low on so many fucking levels and you know it” you said wiping tears off your cheeks.

“I know, trust me. I didn’t even think she was here, shes always in Haiti or London…”

You crossed your arms. “So you didn’t think to tell me that you had a girlfriend?” “She's not even worth mentioning. In my head she's a roommate, not a girlfriend. All she does is spend my money and use my body when she feels like it”

You looked at her, your eyes softening. She's been starving for so long and for what?

“Shuri…why do you put yourself through this? I mean, you could have anyone better than her” “Because it wouldn’t be you” Shuri says as she comes closer to you.

“Well I won’t pursue it, I ain’t a homewrecker and i’m not about to start. End it” “Done” Shuri said as she grabbed your hand to pull you closer.

“Oh no no no no no no. You have a girlfriend. Don't care how you put it. Go to her. She's waiting on that ‘surprise’ of yours” You say slightly shoving her away.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she moved away and went to the elevator.

“Y/n” you turned around, looking at her with puffy eyes.

“It could've been you. All of this…could've been yours…” and with that, the elevators closed. And she was gone. And it made you think. Think about what she said, about what could've been.

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Shuri’s Pov

The Next Morning

“This is the fifth time that Namor has asked to see her. Maybe she's connected somehow”

“Bullshit”

“Language”

I rolled my eyes at M’baku. y/n couldn’t be connected. It just didn’t make sense.

“She doesn’t know Namor”

“Haven’t you been tracking her?” one of the elder council member asked.

I looked wide-eyed at Ayo. “N-no…I haven’t”

“My child, it is obvious that you have. See if there is anything in these past years that makes her guilty or not”

“I will not do that”

“My child, you are-”

“I am not a child”

She rolled her eyes. “Panther, you need to see if y/n is connected to Namor now”

“You forget that I make the final decisions. And I say no”

“But-”

“Nothing else, everyone is dismissed”

Everyone looks at each other and hesitantly gets up from their seats.

“General stay for a minute” she freezes, then slowly turns around.

Once everyone leaves the room, I look at her.

“Really?”

“Your Majesty-”

“Girl, you know that title is only for meetings”

Ayo breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I didn’t say a thing”

“Mm sure”

“Now you know the elders know how to stare into your soul”

I just sighed.

“Do you believe them?”

I looked at her. “I know they're right”

Ayo’s eyes widened. “What?”

“She was working for Namor way back then, when we were dating”

“Whatttt?”

“When we broke up, I had a feeling that she was working for someone, trying to get information. When Namor started saying things that only she knew, or saying certain things about Wakanda that only she knew in meetings, I knew I had to confirm my suspicions. I did some more research-”

“-you mean stalking”

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, after that, I found out a lot of things about her past”

“Like what?”

“She…she was feeding information about different countries with Namor for years, I guess you call that spying. She was sent here to find Wakanda because back then it was just a rumor, myth of sorts. She somehow got into our borders and…”

“The rest is history…”

“Yup”

“So you've known about Namor this whole time?”

“No, I didn’t know it was him until recently, but I knew it was someone powerful”

Ayo was pacing back and forth, trying to think it out. “How- why- is-”

“You will keep it a secret. For now. And I will wait and see if she will tell me”

“Do you really think she will tell you?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t blame if she never told me”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, but it can put everything were planning at risk if she knows we know”

“This is too much. Say, when is RiRi coming again?”

“Soon”

“Wow ok”

“What she didn’t say when! She just said ‘soon’”

“Well, tell her I miss her”

“Will do, i’m going back to the lab to get this attack ready”

“Ok”

We did the salute and I left the throne room. I always hated that room, I still do. It holds so much pain.

I eventually make it to the lab and everyone greets me.

Panther

“Griot”

Panther, the cameras set up in the room titled “My love” are working and online.

“Thank you Griot” I got up and started working on all of the tech that we are going to need for this mission.

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Your POV

A Week Later

It is now the afternoon and you just got done with some reports that Shuri is having you do. You head to her office to return them.

“I have all of the reports here Ms. Udaku. They are all here”

“Thank you Ms. l/n”

You walked straight to your office that she had renovated for you. Since last week, her girlfriend has been popping up frequently. Even though you haven't let Shuri do anything, she just wants to be careful. She said “we have to keep it professional” Like Shuri can be professional. You knew she couldn’t keep it professional. That’s how you and her started your relationship in the first place. You looked up to see her girlfriend exiting the elevator. You immediately looked down and went back to your wakandan computer.

“Babe! I think I want to go to our favorite spot! Wanna go?” she asked excitedly as she entered Shuri’s office.

You couldn’t lie, she is a good girlfriend. Random gifts, breakfast sent to her desk every morning, it was just sad seeing Shuri play with her like that. You thought about telling her but you don’t think it would help.

“Yeah, sure”

“Ok! Love you!”

Shuri went out of her office so she didn’t have to respond. She didn’t want to say it back.

You were just eavesdropping at your desk. Being nosey as always. You couldn’t help it. Shuri is so distant to her. You went to her office when her girlfriend went down the elevator.

“Sh- Ms.Udaku, may I speak with you?”

“My love, she is gone. But you know you can, you don’t have to ask”

“Ok..why are you so distant with her? She doesn’t seem like what you described to me”

Shuri sighed “Honestly, shes only doing this because of you, its her way of saying ‘back off’”

“Yeah well I would do the same, and you already know-” “-that you won’t pursue until her and I are done, I know”

You looked away.

“Anyways” Shuri says as she shifts in her seat. “You are a very good assistant”

You crossed your arms. “Well I have been an assistant for like almost five years”

“Mm, well you are good at it, your on time, productive, and it does help that you are fine as hell”

Fuck. You blushed at the last part. You didn’t mean to, but you know Shuri saw it because she started smirking.

“Yeah well we need to talk more about last week anyways, I have questions”

“I agree. I need to explain…a lot”

You chuckled. “Well, can we talk after work?”

“Let me see…” Shuri said while tapping on her fancy screen.

“Dammit. Not today love, I’m busy. But I’ll have us do something and we can talk then”

“Oh, I guess we're goin’ by appointment now?” you said jokingly.

Shuri chuckled. “No love, I am just busy this week. Not this weekend though”

“Mmm. Well, anything else before I go on my lunch break?”

“Nah, you good love”

You turned to go get something to eat until you suddenly had a question. You turned around.

“Shuri”

“Mhm,'' She was looking at the computer science thing.

“You call her love?”

Shuri looked up. Then she chuckled “Why are you jealous?”

You laughed at that. “No, I’m just asking. I don’t care, really”

“No love, that is your name. Your name only. That feels like betrayal to me”

You were shocked by that answer.

“Wait so you don’t call your girlfriend anything? No pet names? Nothing?”

Shuri sighed. “No. Honestly it’s more transactional than anything. She caught feelings first. I have some but they were slowly dwindling down”

“Shuri thats sad, you deserve better than th-”

“I know, I will. But I do care about her. I don’t want to hurt her” “Well, until you cut it off I won’t pursue it. It’s not fair for her. She truly loves you”

“Do you love me?”

You went silent. Did you love her? Even after all this time?

“I- I don’t know. I know I need time. We need to re-learn each other”

Shuri nodded. “I agree. But I don’t think we’ve changed that much”

“Shuri you lost your brother, you're the new queen, and you're expected to marry someone in a year! Hell you mean ‘you ain't changed?’”

Shuri just sighed. “Your right”

“Sher I know-”

Shuri looked up at you again. You were confused as to why the sudden look.

“What?”

“Sher?’ Shit. You haven’t called her that in years.

“Umm”

She just smirked and went back to her computer. “Continue”

You took a breath and started talking again.

“Anyways, I know that these past few years have been…difficult. But, we can’t mess this chance up. My heart can’t take it”

Shuri got up and walked to you. She grabbed you by your waist, and you smelled her perfume, strong and masculine.

“Love, I’m just glad that you want a second chance. I just wish you would be more open. You're so guarded now. I don’t know what they did, but if I find them I’m beating their ass respectfully”

You burst out laughing.

“Oh Shuri stop! And, it doesn’t matter what happened in the past”

“Yes it does. It affects a lot actually”

“In what way?” You leaned on her desk because your feet were starting to hurt.

“Well, it depends on what they did. I know I'm not entitled yet, but I will need to know. Eventually”

You looked away. You tried to forget those past relationships. After Shuri you went to a dark path. Finding anything that filled that void inside of you. The sadness, aching to be loved. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t know what it would do to her.

“Yeah well, i’ll be getting some bomb food in the square”

“Have fun, and make sure you take a dora with you”

You groaned. “Are you serious Shuri? I don’t need protection” “You are near me the most. You are the most valuable to enemies. You're lucky I don’t go with you”

“That would cause scandal. I ain’t with that. And i’m a big girl I can handle myself”

Shuri just rolled her eyes.

“Byee” you said as you threw up the peace sign, heading towards the elevator.

Shuri chuckled at your goofiness. Shuri guessed that there were some things that never changed.

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You just got back from lunch and saw her girlfriend coming your way. Shit. You hoped that you could talk to her but not this soon.

“Oh, hey Ms. l/n!”

“Oh please call me y/n! It’s nice to finally meet you one on one”

“Yeah, well I need to ask you something”

“Of course! What is it?”

“Are you the infamous ex? Y’know the one that broke her and left her to rot by herself”

I looked at her blankly. I did not want to answer that question. But, she did have a right to know. Did she?

“Woah, um, no, first of all, and second, where did that question come from?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head off . Have a good day, Ms. l/n”

She walked past, heading towards Shuri’s lab. You were weirded out by her, her energy was weird. You wanted to tell her, but you probably would make it worse. Shuri needs to do this on her own.

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“I am sick of this Shuri! We are getting married! I am going to be your wife! Tell me who she is because I know she isn’t just an assistant!”

You hear a voice in the room as you're walking closer to Shuri’s room. You didn’t want to get in their business but you couldn't help yourself. You went to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“First, you are not my wife. Second, you are right, she isn’t just my assistant. She is someone I care about dearly”

“What the hell does that mean?!”

“What matters is you thinking that just because you were there when things got rough your entitled to me. I am queen, I can have you exiled or killed in a heartbeat. We are not getting married do you hear me?” Shuri’s voice was so calm, so diplomatic. It scared the shit out of you.

“Oh no, it was your mothers last wish that you were to be married within a year. Who else would it be! I was born for this!”

“The public hates you Anathi! Can’t stand you! As soon as the people heard that y/n was coming back, they threw parades for a week! You are the whore that broke up the ‘perfect’ family. You used my mother and got her to hate my true love. You somehow got me to cheat on her with you. Never again. She will never experience that betrayal again”

You were shocked. You thought the noise was from celebrating something else. Not you. And it was her? She was the woman that she cheated on you with?

You cracked the door slightly so that you could see them but they couldn’t see you. You had to hear this. You tried to leave but this was a lot of information. Knowing that she was the woman who made you go down a dark path made you even more anger reside in your heart.

“Shrui, your mother-”

“IS DEAD!” she screamed “SHE IS DEAD ANATHI! HER RULES DO NOT MATTER ANYMORE! WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT, AND I WANT HER! I’M SORRY, BUT THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS GOING TO BE!”

She took a breath to calm down. Then she got really close to her, so close that they could kiss at that moment.

“And if you think about doing anything to her, then you’ll have to deal with me, are we clear?”

She just stood there. Then, she suddenly had a devilish look on her face.

“Fine, then i’ll come for you”

She turned to the door and you ran as fast as you could. You could only get so far with a stack of papers. You tripped and all your papers went all across the floor. You tried to pick them up as quickly as you could but she caught up with me.

“Oh so you were snooping huh?”

One thing you know how to do is lie on the spot.

“I just fell. I’ve been trying to find Shuri all day” which wasn’t a full lie.You haven't seen her for the rest of the day..

“Mmm well, you won. For now”

“What are we, teenagers? What the hell are you talking about?”

She sucked her teeth and just went down the hallway.

You couldn’t even deal with her and her antics today, you just got the papers and went to the room that they were in. You knocked on the door and put the papers on the floor. You turned to leave and tried to walk fast but Shuri caught up to you.

“Oh, so you're just gonna leave me my love?”

“No I just, I needed to drop some things off and I was gonna head to bed” The last part was a lie. You met some of your old friends and y’all are going out tonight.

“Oh, well I was gonna go out into the town for a little bit, so i’ll see you tomorrow”

Shit shit shit. Now you have to be extra careful.

“Goodnight Shuri”

“No Sher?”

“You ruined it. Never calling you that again”

Shuri chuckled “Ah, well goodnight my love”

You turned around and quickly went to your room.

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Shuri’s POV

I knew that she was lying to me. She wasn’t going straight to bed. She doesn’t even leave the lab until midnight. She was going somewhere, but I couldn’t pry without being seen as obsessive. So, instead I’m just gonna go out and meet my friends. I missed them, and I haven’t seen them since I came back from America.

“Griot, lock the lab. And don’t unlock it until six in the morning”

Yes my queen. Anything else? Griot responded.

I hesitated. “Track y/n and keep me updated every hour where she is”

As you wish

“Thank you”

I left the lab and went to change clothes. I hurried out to my motorcycle and drove to the spot we were meeting at.

“Ayee! Shuri!” I smiled to see one of my best friends.

“Man, it’s been a minute Daniel”

“Yeah man. I see your queen now. Deep shit”

“Man, I ain't here to talk about that. Wait, where’s your girl?”

He put down his drink. “Man she called off the engagement”

I spat out my drink “What?!” I yelled louder than I intended.

“Damn, can you hush? And yeah, she just didn’t see it happenin’”

I pursed my lips.

“What?”

“Or did you do something…”

“Nah man, not this time. Honestly, I was having my second thoughts myself. But we did something that I ain’t used to. We talked. It was strange. Like I felt mature doin’ that” he said, sipping his drink in between.

“Mmm. Deep shit man”

“Yeah..but I heard your girl is here. How is that? And what about Anathi?”

I drunk some of my drink “Me and Anathi are over, but I’m worried she’ll try to get to y/n”

“If she knows anything about you, she knows that you will hurt her if she tries”

“That’s why she said she’s coming for me”

“Ooo, well that-”

“LOOK WHAT I CAN DO”

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No One’s POV

They both turn around to see y/n and her friends twerking on a table. Shuri knew you weren't going to bed.

“Bruv is that her?”

Shuri groaned at the sight. She knew how much of a party animal you can be.

“I’ll be back”

Shuri gets up and tries to hurry to you. She can see someone coming towards you, and she needs to get there first.

“OH SHIT!” one of her friends yelled.

y/n turns around to see Shuri’s dark eyes looking at her.

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Your POV

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. You sobered up as soon as you saw her.

“Just going to bed, huh?”

“Whatever Shuri. You're not my mom. Plus, we're not together” you snapped back.

Shuri took a deep breath. “Y/n…my love, you have five minutes to get over to my table ok? Five. Minutes”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere witchu”

“If you know what’s good for you then you will”

Shuri turned around and went back to wherever she was.

“So…should we go?” Kaira asked.

Your brain kept on tossing. Who the hell does she think she is?

“Nah, nah let’s just go to another club”

“Girl how? She can see everyone and everything! She has panther powers now, remember? I ain’t tryna get hanged because of you”

“Kaira shut up!” You were thinking of a plan when someone grabbed your waist.

“Aye ma, you tryna dip wit me?” you turned around to see someone who was shorter than you. She had on a white crop top, gray sweatpants and a matching open-zipped hoodie, with white air-forces. Damn, she was fine as hell

“Um…I don’t even know your name”

“RiRi. So you comin’ or what?”

You hesitated. “Nah i’m sorry. I gotta stay with my friends”

“That’s cool, I can take them too. How many you got?”

“Oh um…” you looked back to the mob of people behind you.

“Oh shit”

“Yeah, thanks though” you turn around but hear a whistle

“AYO! I NEED YOU TO GRAB SOME PEOPLE!” RiRi yelled.

A bunch of people came beside her.

“Oh my-”

“Now I'll think we'll have enough now. You ready?”

You looked back at your mob of tables. Half were excited and the other half was mortified.

“I don’t know your friends. And I don’t know you”

“Well this can show you who I am. And I promise all of your friends will get home safe”

“I- I don’t know…”

“Please? I would rather it be my crew than these other men”

“True…ok…ok fine, but I swear-”

“You can track each car and make sure they go to the right place. And i’ll call to make sure”

“No I will call to make sure”

“Whatever you say ma”

You check around the club. You didn’t see Shuri anywhere. Good. She left you.

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Shuri’s POV

I saw her talking to RiRi. My guess was she was taking them all home. She’s always looking out for women, but I told her to come to me. Her friends would have been taken care of. The moment I saw her leave the more rage I felt. I didn’t know why I felt this rage. I never felt this before with her. I don’t understand why she makes me feel this way.

“Ayo, are you ok Shuri?”

“She disobeyed me”

“Is she your woman or your slave?”

I jerked my head to him “She is not my slave. I just-”

“Shuri, I come from love, but girl, you have some serious control issues. You tryna control her isn’t gonna work out well for you”

I sat back and looked at the ceiling.

“You can do whatever you want, but get your issues done first, then win her back again”

I sighed. “I know. I just want her back”

“Yeah I know,” He said, side-eyeing me. I smacked his shoulder.

“Leave me alone!...wait what do you mean by that”

“How long has it been, hm?”

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, stop playin’ with me. You know exactly what the I mean”

“I’ve had sex” I said while drinking my drink.

“No, I mean the sex you like. The wild, passionate sex. How long has it been?”

“Oh. Honestly I haven’t had sex like that in years. Anathi was really vanilla”

“Mm, listen, don’t kill me for talkin’ about your girl, but based on what I know, she's a freak. Like, she can do some things. Don’t fuck it up”

I smirked. He was right. Back then, she was always trying new things.

“Yeah, well, I don’t really know her anymore. She changed. Like a lot. I don’t know what I can do to get her closer to me. She told me to break it off with Anathi, I did it. She said she needed more time, I’m giving her more time as well. I’m just stuck”

“You're just getting used to each other mate. I know it’s hard, but it'll fall into place. I promise”

“Yeah it's better. I’m ready to blow her back out”

“Oh wasting no time you freak”

I laughed. “I know you miss her. I've seen what she does to you” As he was drinking his drink he starts laughing. “Yo! Remember when y’all first started dating? I was so jealous of y’all back then!”

“Oh my…how could I forget. You used to bully her so bad. She would always get mad but never do anything”

“Yeah, you wanna know why?”

I was drinking my drink so I nodded.

“I saw her power, her hold on you. I was scared that she would steal you away. I’ve always seen her power on you. Then, of course, I got to know her and at least back then she was sweet. All she talked about was you, which was annoying”

I turned to him. “Wait what?” I said surprised.

“Yeah, after we stopped bumping heads, we hung out a lot. She always turned the conversation back to you though. ‘I wonder what she’s doing right now’ ‘I wish she was here’ ‘Can we go get her something to eat?’” he said in his best girl voice.

“You better leave my wife alone,” I said laughing.

He chuckled. “After that, I realized you had a hold on her just as she did on you”

I looked at him. I thought after all these years she was cheating on me with him. That’s why we didn’t talk for a minute.

“Wait…so-”

“Yeah no, she wasn’t cheating on you with me”

I looked around puzzled. She never said anything when I confronted her.

“Well, now I know what I need to do”

“And what is that?” Daniel asked.

“To get my wife back”

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6-7 years ago

“TELL ME, HAVE YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM?” Shuri screamed at you.

You said nothing. You were tired of everything that was going down. Her mom’s disapproval, the country constantly asking questions about the relationship, and now this. Her constant insecurity was being projected onto you. You would never cheat. Wasn’t in your heart. You love Shuri. Well, loved now.

“Y/N I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME”

You said nothing and just went to go pack your bags. You were done.

“Shuri, I'm moving back to America. Don’t contact me again. Goodbye” You said diplomatically.

This was so difficult. You knew you weren’t a hore. You knew that she was just scared, but you had to choose you.

“MY BROTHER MAY BE DEAD AND YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE?”

That triggered you. “T’challa is dead. Wakanda is in shambles. There is nothing here for me anymore. Goodbye Shuri”

Tears were forming on your stone-cold face.

“YOU SELFISH BITCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, BAST I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN”

You turned around to face her. “Shuri, I am sick.of.you. I am sick of your mind games, your bitchy mother, your hore that I know that you are with. I am sick of carrying this damn country on my back. I.am.done. Go to hell, and trip on glass on the way there”

You left with your bag and ran as fast as you could. You were just done with this whole thing. While you're running and crying, trying not to trip, when you see the queen in the corner of your eye. Her glare gave you the confirmation that you needed to leave.

“Y/N! GET BACK HERE! WHAT DO YOU DO TO SHURI?”

You couldn’t do it. You just ran to the nearest jet so you could go. Queen Ramonda was surprisingly fast and caught up to you.

“What did you do? Why is my baby crying? Over you?”

“YOU WON DAMMIT! YOU WON! I AM DONE! THANK YOU FOR RUINING YOUR DAUGHTER!”

You turned around and went inside the small jet and collapsed on the plush leather sofa. You broke down after the realization hit that it was done.

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The Next Day

You woke up in the room that Shuri assigned. You barely remember that night, all you remember is talking to this very attractive woman.

Good morning y/n, you will be needed in the lab at noon.

You jumped at the sudden voice. You still didn’t know what that was. Was it an AI? Her virtual assistant? Why did she need an assistant in person? Good morning y/n, you will be needed at the lab at noon.

It repeated itself. Do you need to respond?

“Ok”

You wait in silence to see if it worked. After a few seconds, you sighed in relief.

You got up and went to see how bad you looked from last night. You didn't expect to go that hard, but since your friends in Wakanda like to get wild, it’s only natural that you do the same. You look in the mirror to see a red-eyed, smudged makeup version of yourself. Still beautiful though. A beautiful mess.

You groaned at the thought of going into work today. You were hungover, tired, and hungry.

*creak*

You turned to see a woman staring at you. Anathi. You chased her until she tried to leave but the door was locked. You cornered her.

“What the hell are you doing? What is wrong with you?”

“I was just seeing if it worked”

A sudden dread came upon you. “What worked?”

“The pills”

Your blood went cold. You knew someone did something. You only had a glass of wine. You can’t hold your liquor but one wine glass wouldn’t do you in like that.

A sudden rage came upon you and you pounced on her, ripping her hair, kicking her, and dragging her to the bathroom.

“YOU BITCH! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN WHEN SHURI FINDS OUT?”

Anathi was crying and begging you to stop in between sobs.

“I AIN'T LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT WARNING! LEAVE ME ALONE! SHURI WAS WRONG DOING THAT TO YOU BUT DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME” You had her on the wall. You underestimated your strength.

“DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?”

She nodded. “Good. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!”

She left quickly with bruises and black eyes.

I can't believe she did that you thought.

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Shuri’s POV

“We need to be careful. Anathi is seeking out blood” one of the councilmen said.

“So what? She was supposed to marry Shuri and that fell through. She's just mad right now. Which is understandable”

“The queen would have wanted her to-”

“What would I have wanted?” I asked as I walked in.

They all turned to me looking with embarrassment.

“Well, I’m listening. Tell me what I would have wanted”

“Well, your Majesty, as you know your marriage deadline is getting closer. You need to pick someone and you need to do it sooner than later”

I turned to the councilman. “You are lucky not to be exiled, or worse killed. We didn’t forget when your tribe turned on us. And, as for my love life, it is going great. My love is back so, it should happen soon”

“Yes, but does she know that?”

I turned to the councilwoman. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she thinks that she is here for an assistant job, correct? She doesn't know that she is getting an arranged marriage”

“She is not in an arranged marriage. She can leave whenever she wants”

“And that is the problem”

“How is that the problem?” I was starting to get aggravated by the council already. I don’t know why they think I was to take the mantle so soon.

“Won’t that cause conflict? You and I both know that she is unstable and a loose cannon right now. And knowing about what shes capable of..”

“I know what I am doing”

“Shuri-”

“Your Majesty”

She looked at me with disgust. “I will not call you that. You haven’t earned it”

That’s it. “Haven’t earned it? Tell me, how the fuck should I earn it then? Hm?”

“I- well-”

“Exactly. I have earned my right at this backwards mantle. I earned it when I lost my brother, my babba, and now, my mother. All in a short period of time. I earned it when I had to save Wakanda from Namor. I earned it when I have lost everything, but have gained nothing but hardship and pain”

It was so silent you could hear the water swirling in the background.

“Let me make myself clear: I do not work for you. You are my advisor. It is ultimately my decision and my decision is that this law is bullshit”

“Shuri! Language” one of the council members said.

“Shut up. This law is not going to help me, just hinder, and since I am now queen I am banishing that law. I am done trying to meet this backward council’s expectations. I live by my own law now. I don’t need a board to tell me what to do, I can make my own decisions. I am the queen, and you will treat me as such. Meeting adjourned” I got up and walked up. I was so mad. Mad at these backward traditions, mad at Anathi for just being her, mad at y/n for always going against my wishes. How can you be my wife when she doesn’t ever listen? Was I putting too much pressure on you?

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“Ayo! Shuri!”

I looked around my lab to see where the voice was coming from. It sounded like RiRi.

“RiRi! Wassup?”

“We need to work on that”

I chuckled. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you would be in New York with Stark Industries”

“Yeah well, I needed a break. And what that means is I need to create again”

“Happy to have you. Wakanda is getting boring lately”

“Why don’t you visit your nephew? Isn’t his birthday in a few weeks”

“Yeah, he wants to come here. I can’t wait for him to meet y/n”

“Ohh so that’s the temptress’s name?”

“Oh RiRi stop, and she needs to meet my only family left”

“Eh, isn’t it a little too soon?”

“RiRi, she is already my wife in my head. It makes everything in me not to call her wifey”

RiRi laughed. “Damn man, you are whipped!”

“I guess, but i’ll happily be whipped if that means I get to be with her”

“Wow man, that’s beautiful. She is better than Anathi. Can’t stand that bitch”

“Hey. You know I don’t like that word”

“Fine. I can’t stand that hore”

“You crazy man,” I said, slightly pushing her.

“Yeah well, no one liked her ass”

“Yeah well, at the time, she was really nice. She was there when y/n wasn’t. At the time, I thought that she abandoned me. Now,the pieces are adding up” “Mm. The pieces are piecing huh?”

“Mhm. Now I just need to make it right”

“Well good luck to you girl. I really hope yall make it. She seems mad cool”

“Thanks man” We did our handshake and she got to her ‘vacation’.

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Your POV

You went into the lab dreading what she was going to do. You knew she would say something. It’s in her nature.

Good afternoon y/n. Welcome.

That damn Ai was pissing you off. Now you definitely couldn’t sneak to the back now.

“Hey..um..”

“y/n”

“You ok? You look um..”

“Half-dead? Yeah I know” You walked to your desk trying not to make eye contact with Shuri. You just didn’t feel like hearing her mouth.

“I know you see me y/n. Don’t ignore people, it’s rude”

“Maybe I wanna be rude” I said, rolling my eyes. Here we go.

“Mm. Well get to the hall, they are going to take you to the tailors”

“Why? What dress do you need?”

“I don’t need a dress. I mostly wear suits. It’s for you”

“Why do I need a dress?”

“Just go. I don’t need your mouth today”

“I don’t need yours” you snapped back.

“y/n m/n l/n, please don’t start with me. I won’t be able to compose myself. Go. Now”

Damn she said your whole name. It must be serious.

“Oh damn” The attractive woman mumbled.

You went annoyed and mad. Why does she always have to be such a bitch sometimes?

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“Miss, we need to measure you”

You were spacing in and out. From your killer headache, lack of food, and a huge hangover, you were ready to fight with anyone that came your way.

“Hm?”

“We need to measure you ma'am”

“Oh. Ok”

You got up and they led you to a step to get on.

“Thank you miss. Please be patient”

“I already am”

She turned away slightly hurt.

“What’s wrong with her?” said one of the workers.

“I don’t know. This isn’t like her”

“I went to the club last night. She was torn up” she whispered terribly.

You just sighed. You really needed a nap. Or some headache medicine. Or a vacation.

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RiRi’s POV

“I am so done with her” Shuri said, pacing the room. “Shuri-” “No! She is always doing something!” I just sighed. Shuri is so distraught over this girl. She’s just like every other one. They're all the same. “Shuri females are complicated. They always playin’ mind games on you” “Just like you did with Sherika” “Wow. Low blow” Shuri sighed. “I’m sorry my friend. She brings the worst just as the best” “I see” Shuri laid her head in my lap. “What do I do?” “Have you talked to Daniel?” “Yeah, he said it'll align. I don’t see any alignment” I chuckled. “You know he's secretly a hopeless romantic” Shuri laughed. “Yeah, he is” “Our relationship wasn’t this bad” “Shuri, that wasn’t a relationship. We both know that we just used each other to heal. Were better off friends” “Yeah, I know. I just- I really don’t want to mess this shit up, man” “I know. She looks…kinda worth it” “Completely worth it” “Mm. Well, I think you should send her somewhere relaxing. She seems so tired” “She has been working here a lot. She’s usually up until three knowing she starts at nine” “Mm. You see that? She was just doing something that she wished she could do” “What?” “Relax. Have fun. It’s just been work. And, based on your words, sounds like it’s more like a call for help” “That’s a big ass call” I laughed. “Yeah, well, take care of that. I’ll be here working on a rocket” “Ok”. She got up and went to the tailor room. Always fixing her problems, but never mine. Like why Sherika hasn’t called me since the breakup. And why whenever I see y/n I feel butterflies.

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Shuri’s POV

After talking to RiRi, I realize what’s been the problem. You just want a break. With the constant schedule and inconsistent sleep, and my controlling nature isn’t helping either. I need to see you so I can apologize.

“Your Majesty-”

“Move I need to see her”

“Your Majesty you told me to not let you in”

“Take the dress off then. It’s urgent”

“She'll be naked”

I hesitated a bit. I haven’t seen her naked in years.

“Does she have a robe?”

“Yes”

“Then she can use that. I need to see her”

And with that, she left with haste in her step. I waited kind of nervous.

“Shuri, what the hell do you want?”

“Love, please forgive me. I have been putting you in a cage ever since you got here. All you do is work and I’ve just been letting you. I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you”

There was pure shock on her face. Then suddenly tears were forming in her eyes. I guess she didn’t even realize either.

She embraced me. She held onto me like a daughter with her mom.

“I-”

“Shhh. It’s ok. I know. I know my love”

She started crying. I teared up myself.

“Please forgive me too”

“Already have my love”

We were just in each other's company. Your pretty perfume on her neck, your scent from her hair trying to hide the smoke smell from her silk press.

“Um, can we finish your majesty?” I turned. “We can finish tomorrow. Come my love”

She looked at me confused. “Shuri, where are we going?”

“You'll see. We both need it”

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I led her to a recently dug up place. I needed you to know why I've been acting this way.

“Shuri, where the hell are we?” “Look down”

You looked down and her eyes widened.

“Shuri…”

“This is the reason why I haven’t been acting great. It’s her death anniversary” I almost broke down saying that.

“Shuri…”

“Y-yes my love” I couldn’t hold my tears.

You held me. “When did she pass?” “Two years ago”

You tilted my head to your eyes.

“…is this why you've been acting differently lately?”

I looked at you, tears flowing from my face. I nodded. “It still doesn’t feel real. I feel like she'll come back, like she's just on vacation. Reality hits me often and I go into spirals. Seeing you at the dinner reminded me of what used to be. I know she treated you poorly, but she just loved me. She liked you more than you thought though”

You just rubbed my temple. “I just feel so lonely here. Visiting Haiti helps, but I-I feel trapped y/n” my breathing was getting worse as I spoke.

“My heart, please breathe” My heart. Those words felt like sweet music in my ears. I tried to regulate my breathing for you.

“Shuri, I am so sorry. I feel so fucking stupid. You lost your father, brother, and now your mother. You've been doing this alone. For years. I can’t change what happened with us in the past, but let me just say, I am so so sorry. I can’t change the past but let me change the future. Our future. Will you forgive me my heart?” you said, kissing my forehead.

My heart was soaring. I felt like a little kid in a candy shop. I looked up to you, eyes puffy from crying.

“....”

you wiped my face with her soft hands. “Is that a yes?”

“My love of course. I am just grateful it is not too late for us.” and with those words, you pressed her lips on mine. I felt like I was in a fairytale, the girl of my dreams finally sees me, hears me, loves me. Wait, does she love me?

A sudden panic went through my body. “Shuri, are you okay?”

“Do you love me?”

Your face blanked. “Huh?”

“Do you love me?”

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Your POV

Do you love her? The question that can make or break this moment. This second chance. You know your heart is saying yes, but your head is freaking out. You're panicking and she can see it.

“My love, it’s ok if you-”

“I love you! I do! It never stopped. I-i’m just scared Shuri. I-I haven't felt this in a long time and I just don't want this to be-”

She shushed you with her finger. “That’s all I needed to hear”

She kissed me. Hard. Passionately. Like this was building up over the years. We kept kissing until we couldn’t.

She suddenly stopped kissing me. “Come, let’s go to your room”

My eyes widened. “Shuri…i’m not ready”

She cupped my cheek. “That’s ok…I just want to be in your presence”

You kissed her cheek and she laughed. “Let’s go”

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The Next Day

I walked out of your room the next morning happy and at peace. I was so giddy that I didn’t see Anathi walking in my direction.

“Shuri!”

I groaned. “What the hell do you want? Didn’t I declare you stay 1000 ft from me?”

“This is important, Shuri!”

“Go away Anathi!” “Y/n killed T’challa!”

I looked at her. Then I started laughing. “You cannot be serious. Y/n loved T’challa she would never”

“I got proof” That sentence made my blood run cold.

I didn’t want to believe it. “Show me”.

She led me to the entryway to the lab. “It’s in the hard drive”

“I looked for it until I found camera footage called “things I regret”. I clicked it and it showed your face.

I watched as the tape started.

“If your watching this…then it must mean that it’s my time to confess”

It was choppy and very hard to understand. It was also cutting to different times. I could tell that it was fake.

“Anahthi you are-” she suddenly blew a smoke in my face.

“Anathi…what…”

“Don’t worry, we will be together soon enough”

I fell down onto the floor seeing Anathi and another woman.

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Your POV

You woke to the bright sun, gleaming in the window.

It’s going to be a great day. You thought, getting out of bed cheery and glowing. Last night was pure heaven,you talked for hours and watched movies, then she took you out on the terrace and kissed your body against the wall. She was making it extra hard to say no, and she knew the limit. Eventually, you and your lover fell tired, and you guys made it onto the bed, cuddling. You smiled at the thought of her touching you like she did last night.

Y/n you will not be needed in the office today, the Black Panther has you in spa mode.

You chuckled. Shuri always being Shuri. Years ago, she always took care of you, washing all of your clothes, cleaning your bungalow at the time, setting up random but thoughtful dates, she always treated you like the princess you were. And of course you returned everything back.

“Thank you griot”

Your welcome Y/n.

You brushed your teeth smiling and singing your favorite songs. Unaware of the sudden hell that was before you.

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You and Shuri were in your favorite cave, listening to the water and its calmness. You couldn’t help but notice that something was off. There were no pet names, no sneak kisses, nothing. It’s like last night never happened to her.

“So y/n, since we're finally getting closer, I have a question for you”

“Ok”

“Where were you when T’challa died?”

“Um..I don’t know…Shuri what-”

“Are you sure you don’t know where you were?”

“No…I don't even know what date he died…”

She threw a rock into the water and got up from the ground. “You were here. Waiting for him to arrive, then you gave him your poison and killed him”

“Shuri, where the hell is this coming from?! You know I would never do that to him! I wasn’t even in contact with Nakia back then!”

“LIAR!”

“I AM NOT LYING!”

“THERE IS PROOF Y/N!”

“WHAT FUCKING PROOF? AND FROM WHO?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“Yes it does, who is it from?”

She paced around. “Anathi”

“Oh, so let me get this straight, you drag me along, telling me about how much you love me, how much you regret being with her and how much you miss me and want to be with me, only for you to SIDE WITH HER AT THE END?”

She looked at me with no emotion.

“Wow…ok…if you go through with this…and I die….then you will regret it for the rest of your life”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice”

You looked at her in shock and hurt. You knew to not let her in again, you knew something like the last time will happen.

“Ok, do what you have to do” you put your hands out, waiting for them to be cuffed. ______________________________________________________________

Riri’s POV

“YOU BITCH” “YEAH, WELL, I’LL BE THE FUTURE QUEEN SOON, SO BE CAREFUL HOW YOU TALK TO ME” “I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! SHE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING!” “YES SHE HAS! SHE HAS RUINED MY CHANCES OF ANY HAPPINESS! ANY CHANCE OF GETTING SHURI BACK! WELL, IT'S HER TURN TO FEEL WHAT I'VE BEEN FEELING FOR THE LAST FEW WEEKS!” Anathi stormed out of the lab. I grabbed her and smacked her in the face. “YOU DON'T GET TO WALK AWAY FROM ME BITCH” I pushed her against the wall and started punching her. I couldn’t even get enough licks in when Shuri ran in. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” “SHURI THIS BITCH JUST ATTACKED ME!” “AND I DID! YOU HOMEWRECKING HORE!” “ENOUGH! ANATHI GO TO MY ROOM!” I realized she believed her. “Shuri…what…what are you doing? Where is y/n?” “She's in jail. Where that lowlife belongs. I’ve given her too many chances. She deserves to rot” “Shuri, she doesn’t deserve this! She hasn’t done anything! She would never poison your brother! She adored him, remember?” “I have proof. It’s done. She will be executed tomorrow” “No…Shuri…Shuri think for a second. I know Anathi is behind this. Please Shuri, just calm down and-” “I am calm. Very calm. I’ll be at peace knowing that my brother will get justice” “No. I won’t allow it” “You’ll be next then” then she turned around and left. I know that it's fake. I saw the facial structure of y/n. She doesn’t even match. I can’t let her kill the only good thing she has left.

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #lgbtq #black stories #riri williams

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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Your relationship trope

Iron man:

Proud X Shy.

Easily annoyed X Likes to annoy them.

Flirty and kinky X Annoyed of the antics.

Overthinker X Touchy drama queen.

Spider-Man:

Obvious gestures X Dense.

Flirty one X Is easily flustered.

Protecter X Insecure.

Romantically confused X Romantically confident.

Hulk:

Big innocent monster X Protection squad.

Beauty X Beast.

Deadpan dry humor X Dorky loud humor.

Feral idiot X Tired parent.

Captain America:

Social butterfly X Shy bean.

Unhinged gremlin X Cutie pootie.

Aggressively Supportive.

Tragic past X Ray of light.

Winter Soldier:

Sunshine X Rain cloud.

Pessimist X Optimist.

Joyful X Serious.

Kuudere X Tsundere

Black Panther:

Did the thing! X Always knew it could be done.

Touchy extrovert X Pining introvert.

Being teased X Teasing.

Royalty X Commoner

Doctor Strange:

Spoiled aloof X Spoiled horny.

Stoic and bad with emotions X Sweet and outgoing.

Indifferent one X Sunshine.

Crushing and pining X Smug about it.

Thor:

Small anger X Tall calm.

Brave warrior X Self-assured.

Giant puppy X Small trouble-maker

Friends to lovers.

Ant-Man:

Awkward friends pining for each other.

Chaotic with a soft spot X The soft spot and chaos enabler.

Hyper X Tired.

Chaotic force X Lawful force.

#iron man x reader #spiderman x reader #hulk x reader #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader #black panther x reader #doctor strange x reader #thor x reader #antman x reader #marvel x you #marvel hcs #marvel headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel

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tonystarkbingo · 1 year ago

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TSB Round 7 - Week 10!

It's a party weekend, and we've got lots of great fills so celebrate! Check them out below.

Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: S5 - Black Panther Title: Waking Up To Forever (Chapter 2) Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 7528 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Multiverse, Established Relationship, Adult Content, Angst and Romance, Honeymoon, Dreams and Nightmares, Parent Tony Stark, Sexual content Summary: Tony and Bucky spend their honeymoon at a special place where they share alone time together and reveal secrets along the way that guide them towards a different path in the name of saving the future.

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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 70147 Square Filled: R2 - "I'm Sorry" Title: What If We...? Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Word Count: 3361 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, AvX Fix-It Fic, Mention of the X-Men, Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Implied Sexual Content Summary: Caught up in deciding what to do about the problem of the Phoenix returning to the world again and causing chaos, Tony offers Steve a suggestion to prevent a war between the Avengers and the X-Men from happening. It sounds like the perfect plan, but along the way Tony finds that perhaps there's something more beyond saving the world with Steve that he's looking to find in their conversation.

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Collaborator: May Card Number: 7031 Square Filled: R2 - Pepperony Title: Strawberry Shortcake Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 2012 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Misunderstandings Summary: When Steve overhears a conversation between Nat and Tony about Tony being in love with someone he works with, his brain jumps to the conclusion that he is in love with Pepper. His curiosity getting the better of him, he finds himself crouched behind a couch in Pepper's office, listening in on her and Tony... This can not end well, can it?

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S4 - "Are you there yet?" Title: A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 5 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky Word Count: 1247 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, demisexual!Bucky, unexpected rut, Making Out, Alpine Likes Tony, nesting, oral sex, love confessions Summary: Bucky and Tony continue the foreplay, eventually making it to the bedroom, where something finally clicks for Bucky.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: T1 - "Tony, no. Tony, yes!" Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Pepper, Tony/Steve Word Count: 616 (my parts) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Insecurity, Miscommunication, Avengers Tower, Avengers Family, Karaoke, Love Confessions Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: R3 - Retirement Title: Set A Course For Adventure Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 1078 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Established Relationship, Retirement, Vacation, Anniversary Summary: To celebrate their 15th anniversary as well as Steve’s retirement from active duty, Steve and Tony’s friends send them on a mystery cruise; the two of them are initially less than thrilled.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A4 - Historical Title: Seduction and Abduction; Collusion and Retribution - Chapter One Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 969 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Young Tony Stark, Kidnapping, POV Alternating Summary: Anthony gets swept off his feet by a handsome, charming stranger who in the light of day turns out to be a pirate captain. But - as Stephen soon learns – Anthony is more than just a pawn to be exchanged for an imprisoned member of the Saucy Peggy’s crew.

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Collaborator: tinystark616 Card Number: 7008 Square Filled: A2 - Present Tense Title: So Wrong, So Good Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 3020 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: PWP, Masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, deep throat, come eating Summary: Steve and Tony are on vacation with the team and are forced to share a room. The problem is that Steve can't resist touching himself while Tony's asleep. Of course, Tony wakes up and catches him.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: T3 - Time Travel Title: Just This Once (Everybody Lives) [Chapter 1] Link: AO3 Pairings: Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; pre Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1002 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Everybody Lives Summary: The “clink” of Thanos snapping a useless metal glove was hilarious in retrospect, but terrifying as it happened. And then… “And I am Iron Man.”

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: K5 - Gerald the Alpaca Title: Coda: Gerald the Alpaca? Link: AO3 Pairings: Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; pre Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 450 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Everybody Lives Summary: And so he’d done the crazy billionaire thing and retreated from the world. Just him and his workshop. And now a mischievous alpaca.

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: A3 - Free space Title: A Change Of Plans Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: N/A, it's a moodboard Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Los Angeles, Photography Summary: The thing was easy: fly to L.A., get the photoshoot done, and then fly back home to rant to Sharon about it. Of course, drummer Bucky Barnes isn’t expecting to develop feelings for Tony, the attractive peculiar man behind the camera with whom he spends a magic weekend.

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: R3 - WinterIron Title: Somewhere You’d Rather Be Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 1369 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Living Together, Lingerie, Masturbation Summary: In the middle of the heatwave, the only thing Tony’s willing to wear is his lingerie. This is both a good thing and a bad one for Bucky, who is trying to work from home.

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#tony stark bingo round 7 #tsb 7 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb week 10

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phoenixlionme · 1 year ago

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Pieces of Media that prove the whole "Go Woke, Go Broke" slogan and those with that belief is utter bullshit

NOTE: No ranking involved.

A Different World

Aliens franchise - specifically the first two

All of Us Are Dead - Korean zombie TV series

Arcane

Atomic Blonde

Avatar The Last Airbender

Avatar the Legend of Korra

Bad Boys franchise

Barbie 2023

Beef 2023

black-ish franchise

Blackkklansman

Blade trilogy

Blue Eye Samurai

Bones TV show

Bridesmaids

Brooklyn 99

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Cagney and Lacey

Candyman 2022

Captain Planet

Carmen Sandiego franchise

Charlie's Angels - not the most recent one

Cinderella 1997

Craig of the Creek

Crazy Rich Asians

Creed franchise - sequel movies to the Rocky franchise

Cyberpunk Edgerunners

DCAU's Justice League

DCAU's Static Shock

DCEU's Aquaman

DCEU's Wonder Woman

Disney's Aladdin

Disney's Amphibia

Disney's Beauty and the Beast

Disney's Big Hero 6

Disney's Elena of Avalor

Disney's Fairies franchise

Disney's Filmore

Disney's Frozen franchise

Disney's Gargoyles

Disney's Kim Possible

Disney's Lilo and Stitch

Disney's Moana

Disney's Mulan

Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarves 1937

Disney's Tangled

Disney's That's so Raven

Disney's The Emperor's New Groove

Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Disney's The Litte Mermaid

Disney's The Owl House

Disney's The Princess and the Frog

Disney's W.I.T.C.H.

Dora the Explorer franchise

Dreamworks' Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Dreamworks' She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Dreamworks' Trolls franchise

Eve's Bayou

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Fresh Off the Boat

Fullmetal Alchemist - Brotherhood version

Get Out

Girls Trip

Guillermo del Toro's Pacific Rim

Guillermo del Toro's Pan's Labyrinth

Hair Love short

Hairspray film

Halloween franchise

Harley Quinn 2019 TV series

Heartstopper

Hidden Figures

Insecure TV series

Invincible 2021

I Love Lucy

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous

Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken

Kill Bil Vol 1 and 2

Kill La Kill

Kim's Convenience

Laika Studios' Coraline

Little Women 2019

Living Single

Love Simon

Mad Max Furious Road

Matilda - the one with Danny Devito

Maya and the Three

Moonlight 2016

MCU's Black Panther

MCU's Black Panther II

MCU's Captain Marvel

MCU's Daredevil

MCU's Jessica Jones

MCU's Luke Cage

MCU's Shang Chi

Molly of Denali

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Never Have I Ever

Nimona 2023

Paper Girls

Pixar's Brave

Pixar's Coco

Pixar's Inside Out

Pixar's Turning Red

Pose TV series

Powerpuff Girls

Prey 2022

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Rent - musical movie

Reservation Dogs

RRR - Indian film

RWBY

Sailor Moon

Scream franchise

Searching/Missing movies

Sex and the City

Silence of the Lambs - first one

Sony's Spiderverse franchise- ITSV and ATSV

Spawn - Todd MacFarlane TV series

Spy Kids

Squid Games

Star Trek - mainly the OG one

Steven Universe

Studio Ghibli in general

Teen Titans animated series

The Book of Life

The Casagrandes - sequel to The Loud House

The Dragon Prince

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (only the OG one)

The George Lopez Show

The Golden Girls

The Last Of Us

The Legend of Vox Machina

The Legend of Zorro

The Loud House

The Nanny

The Old Guard

Thelma and Louise

To All The Boy I've Loved franchise

Totally Spies

Winx Club

X-Men 1990s animated TV show

Yellowjackets TV series

Yotsuba!

Yuri on Ice

Please feel free to add but be respectful.

#multimedia #media comparison #mymedia #my posts #fandom critical

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citrus-moonlight · 1 year ago

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Salvation is a Deep Dark Well

Chapter 1: Let's Cover Up What We Really Want

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 11.4K Chapters: 1/6 Rating: Explicit

Summary: Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

Warnings: Explicit!, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Use of Pet Names, Mention of Insecurity, Smut, Masturbation, Wall Sex, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Face Sitting, Vaginal Fingering, Couch Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Mild Size Kink, Soft Dom, Love Bites, Thigh Riding, Frottage, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Porn With Accidental Plot, More Accidental Feelings Oh No

AN: Hello everyone, we're back! Thank you for your patience, this was definitely a much longer time coming than I anticipated but I'm relieved to finally be here! Life happens, and everyone struggles for one reason or another, and I'm no different. It definitely became more than I anticipated but I'm glad I worked through it and that I can finally share this with you! As always, really and truly thank you so much for reading, and I hope that you enjoy the return of the menace that is Klaue. 😉

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Title is from "Dirty Love" by Mt. Joy

I know you think I think too much But I don't know if it's enough Dirty love, all I want are your eyes on mine And underneath of it all I dream of a thousand shooters Hallelujahs, are unable to save us

Twelve days.

It had been so much worse this time, the waiting.

Now that you know the weight of him pressing into you, the soft brush of his fingers as they tip your chin up, making you just as wet as the tight grip of his fist in your hair, the way that every damn word out of his mouth feels fine tuned to drive you mad and be grateful for it, leaving you writhing and opening for him in a way that you hadn’t anticipated.

You’ve spoken to Klaue once since that night, your stomach doing flips every time you read and re-read your text conversation with him. Still processing his admission that he’d been thinking about you, still not entirely prepared to believe that there might be something in you that he wants, the way that you’re starting to realize that you want him.

It’s easier to assume that him seeking you out is nothing more than surface level, so you keep those thoughts quieter and separate from the rest, not wanting to read more into his words than are really there.

After Klaue left you had slept hard.

The next morning your mind is soft and clear when your eyes blink open, a notable change from the usual fog that you have to work to shake off. You don’t even remember falling asleep, and chuckle when you realize that you’re in the exact same position as when you had laid down, face stuffed gracelessly into your pillow with the covers half pulled over you.

Warm imprints of a dream trail after you, not dissimilar to the ones you’ve been having recently, although these are particularly vivid; ghosts of Klaue’s hands gripping your hips, his tongue sliding wet and hungry between your thighs.

But then you move, and when you stretch your arms above your head the contented sound you make deepens to a full moan at the sudden soreness that tugs though nearly every muscle in your body. Your thighs squeeze together against the ache that you feel between them, too, and the confused “what on Earth did I do yesterday??" shifts on a wave of realization that knocks you breathless.

Oh Jesus, it wasn’t a dream.

A wave of memories pulls you all the way awake and your body follows as the entirety of last night comes flooding back: You on your knees in your workroom, his body trapping you against your door, him pushing you to admit what you needed until he was fucking you and filling you and praising you, and your breath catches as the still raw ache twines itself together with fresh desire.

“Shit!” You gasp when your eyes fall on the nightstand clock, suddenly realizing that you’re going to be late for your shift, and you’ve never been late.

Trying to move as quickly as you can, you throw some clothes on the bed and splash water on your face, hastily pulling your hair back while fighting stiff muscles and distracting thoughts. As you start to pull your pants on your fingers absent-mindedly brush over a dark smudge on your leg, but when it doesn’t move you look closer.

Your breath hangs for several beats when you see the pattern of rose petal bruises trailing their way up the inside of your thighs, mementos that Klaue’s mouth had left on your skin and suddenly “late” and “early” are no longer concepts you’re particularly concerned with.

Clothes and work forgotten you fall back on the bed, a hand slipping beneath the edge of your underwear to press against your clit, and it doesn’t take long before your breath is coming in short gasps as you tremble against your tightly circling fingers. All it takes is the memory of his eyes looking up at you as his mouth hovered over your sex, equal parts impatient and imploring while he waited for you to say his name, and then you’re over the edge, your muscles clenching around the lingering ache of him deep in your cunt.

Twelve days since your own touch had been nowhere near enough.

A couple of days later it suddenly occurs to you mid-shift that the ache in your muscles has faded, and you immediately miss the tactile reminder of him even when you’re just walking around.

You hadn't really realized how long it had been since you'd been touched.

Normally it’s not something that tends to take up a lot of space in your mind, but once in a while you do find yourself thinking about the press of someone else’s skin against yours, a cool longing that curls itself up somewhere behind your sternum. But you’ve still never quite understood when people said they were “touch starved”, and more often than not being touched required an effort on your part, a consciousness that was tiring and made you too aware of the edges of your body.

You had never been overwhelmed by friction, by singing nerves and sliding teeth, had never felt yourself succumb to it - or been made to.

You’d already had a feeling that you might be in trouble when it came to Klaue, but now you’re almost certain. Because now you need it, his touch, and you wonder if he knew that you would. Every thought bound to his fingertips so that no matter where your mind wanders it always makes its way back to him, to the sharp sting of his palm, the pad of his thumb trailing along your neck.

So you try to do what you can to occupy yourself while you mentally tick off the days, just keeping as busy as you can, reminding yourself that first and foremost you’re here to do a job.

You start to work overtime to try and fill as much of your days as possible, but when you arrive on the ninth straight day and the fourth of self-imposed doubles, one of the shift managers you’re not as familiar with jogs over and blocks your path to the lockers.

“Uhh, what’s up?”

The man is lanky and tall, he must be at least 6’5” and it feels like you have to look almost straight up to make eye contact.

“Not today.” He states simply.

Ahh, right. As soon as you hear his accent you can’t believe that you forgot about actual Vlad from actual Romania.

“Not what today?” You frown up at him.

“Work.”

“Ok, I’m going to need a bit more than that,” you say, trying to walk around him, but he matches you and moves to block your path.

“Boss’s orders.”

“You’re not my boss, Vlad. So I’m not sure what you’re-”

“Not me,” he rolls his eyes, clearly thinking you’re daft. “You know, ‘The Boss?’ Do I not say it right?” He uses his fingers to make air quotes in an attempt to clarify his meaning and you blink with realization.

“Klaue??”

“Yes. Now go away. Two days.”

It’s one thing for Klaue to know your schedule, honestly that doesn’t surprise you, but is he really trying to stop you from working?

Vlad just shrugs when you narrow your eyes at him, but you know he’s right. It’s not in his hands and it’s a waste of breath to argue.

“Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You finally give in and turn to leave.

“No, he says two-”

“Are you serious? It would have been a regular scheduled shift anyway, so I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Vlad frowns, unsure what to do with your resistance.

“I’ll just work the first shift, no doubles.” You try to reassure him.

“He won't like it.”

“Then don’t tell him.” You turn away with a shrug as if that’s the obvious solution and not entirely delusional.

“He’ll find out!”

“Well, he’ll have to deal with it!” You say over your shoulder as you begrudgingly make your way back to your bunk.

You’re annoyed and unprepared for a day off and you can’t stand just sitting around with your nervous energy, so since it’s still early enough and the days-long autumn rain seems to have paused, you decide to drive a couple of hours away to a mountain lake bordered by trails.

The weather is cool but perfect for hiking, and although the trail is steep and pocked with ankle deep mud in spots, you enjoy the ache that accumulates in your joints the longer you walk.

After stopping for an early supper at a small lodge in the area with the resident orange tabby Mizzy (Marzipan is his full name, the server informs you) keeping you company on the next chair over, you still manage to return just after sunset.

* * *

Despite the physical fatigue from your hike you still sleep fitfully and end up wide awake in the early morning hours, which is when you notice the notification light on your phone, a flashing point next to your bed.

Your stomach does a very intense loop when you see that it’s a text from Klaue and you quickly sit up, flipping on your bedside light.

> Have you been thinking about me?

Oh.

You check the timestamp: thirty-seven minutes ago. You don’t know where he is so you have no way of knowing what time it would be for him. Would he even respond now, or would he be distracted with something else? Is he with people or alone, or has he fallen asleep? A hundred thoughts flit through your head, but you’re also buzzing from the fact that he reached out, and is likely well aware of what time it is where you are.

What the hell, you think, and type a reply.

> Yes. > I haven’t been able to do much else, if I’m being honest.

You try to convince yourself that you don’t care if he responds, even if the staccato rhythm of your heart says otherwise, but you don’t have to dwell for long because after a few minutes you nearly gasp when a new message notification buzzes.

> I’m pleased to hear it. > You took yesterday off?

Ok. Right to business, then.

> I did.

> And today.

> I haven’t decided yet.

You hit send, chewing your lower lip as you wait, but his response is decidedly quick this time.

> That wasn’t a question.

Shifting under the covers, you’re reminded that even through text his words have the ability to have your body swiftly warming.

> I know.

> And?

You pause, thumbs hovering over the screen. You really haven’t decided, and you could say no or yes to him now and still end up changing your mind in the morning. Maybe you'll be exhausted and willing to take the break, or you might still have energy to burn and want the distraction.

There’s no other reason, surely, why you wouldn’t just do what he says.

> Ok. I won’t work tomorrow.

> Good.

> I’ve been thinking about you, too.

You inhale a shaky breath as your thighs squeeze together, the warmth that swirls there adding a boldness to your response.

> I’ve been wondering if you were. That makes me feel good.

It really fucking does, you realize, one of your hands working its way beneath the covers, and you shiver as you press the damp fabric of your underwear against your cleft.

> Well, I do enjoy making you feel good. > I'm looking forward to doing it again.

> What if you already were?

There’s a pause, longer than the rest, heat growing between your legs while you wait. Then:

> Where are you right now, darling?

You're still working out a reply when another message comes through.

> As much as I would prefer to continue this conversation, I have to go.

You slump with a grumble of frustration, however you perk up with his next message.

> But I should be back in two days.

Which means he’ll be back sooner than he’d said.

> I guess I'll just have to keep thinking about you until then.

You don't receive a reply back after your last text, but that doesn't stop you from moaning his name into your pillow, your heart continuing to beat hard in your chest long after as you think about how soon you'll see him. Finally drifting back to sleep just as morning light starts to illuminate the small window in your room.

* * *

You really do try to stick to what you'd agreed to but by the afternoon you’re once again too antsy to sit still, and your annoyance at Klaue telling you what to do is creeping back in. He may run the place but it’s not like he’s the one setting schedules, and would he actually care if you worked or not? Or even notice?

You had hoped that Vlad wouldn’t be there or that you would be able to avoid him, but the man appears seemingly out of nowhere - an impressive feat with his height. He just stands there with a long arm extended and wordlessly points towards the door, unphased by the scowl you aim back over your shoulder as you turn away in defeat.

You've just finished a complicated project and are in the process of prepping the next phase when you notice a bustle of movement out of the corner of your eye, and then Tom walks into the workshop and lets everyone know it’s time to head to the loading dock.

He's back.

Every nerve in your body fires awake in a single hot surge and you have to fight to keep your expression and body language neutral while you hastily put away your gear and join the others.

As soon as you make it to the dock you immediately start scanning the crowd and it feels like you can't get a full breath, like you’re being held underwater with your lips hovering just beneath the plane of surface tension and even though you're so close to a lungful of air it may as well be a mile away.

Your heart jumps when you think you catch a flash of tattooed skin through the crowd. Someone pushes roughly past your elbow but you barely register it, your eyes flicking from face to face in the spot where you think you saw him, and then your breath is caught in your chest when two bodies part and the sharp profile and unmistakable arc of black ink emerges.

Focused on his conversation Klaue doesn’t see you yet, so you watch and wait, your eyes not leaving him as he discusses something with a man you don’t recognize, a frown of concentration knitting his brows.

He looks rather the worse for wear, clothes dark and stained at the edges and the rest of him no better, his hands and arms smudged almost up to his elbows. Your mind goes hazy as you drink him in, overwhelmed by the thought of those hands grabbing your thighs, digging into the flesh of your hips and leaving smudges behind on your clean skin. Marking you.

Crossing your arms tight against your chest you try to tamp down the tremble in your limbs when he eventually steps forward and starts issuing instructions, and as you watch you think you can see his gaze moving deliberately over the crowd, your breath coming shallower as he gets closer to where you're standing.

Then his eyes flick past you for a fraction of a second before returning to lock with yours, a hitch in his voice when they do. It’s nothing more than a brief stumble, a handful of words haltingly spoken before continuing on like normal, but you’re sure you hear it.

He keeps his gaze fixed on you now, and even from a distance his sharp blue eyes have you held and pinned beneath them.

And you don’t look away this time.

When Klaue approaches you afterwards you’re barely able to get out a “Hi” before you’re interrupted by a very large man saying something about a call from The Chancellor.

It feels in that moment like maybe you actually could produce daggers from your eyes if you concentrated hard enough, but your frustration is tempered with sharp satisfaction when you see the flash of fear in the man’s eyes at the look Klaue gives him as he slowly turns to acknowledge the update.

Once the messenger has slunk away, he turns back at you, resignation clear in his expression, but a glint of promise in his words.

“I’ll find you.”

* * *

By the time everyone disperses your shift is over, and not knowing how long Klaue is going to be you decide to change and head to your workroom to pass some time. It’s turned into an unseasonably warm day and with no air conditioning currently running the facility is steadily warming up, so on a whim you decide on a dress, throwing on a simple knee-length white cotton shift with your boots.

A couple of hours later you've already reorganized all of your materials twice and now you're leaning over your sketchbook, a reference photo of the mountains from your hike the other day open on your phone.

You try to focus on the relaxed strokes of linear shading but your mind refuses to stay put, not that it takes more than a wayward nudge to have your thoughts drifting to him instead.

You almost don’t notice your hands turn to a fresh page until graphite is finding his profile in the paper, the sharp line of his nose dipping to the curve of full lips. A few curls escaping above a sharp eyes and furrowed brow. It's not perfect but your breath still catches as his image emerges and anticipation wells up once again, a swollen river on the verge of overflowing its banks as you wonder for the seventy-fifth time if he’ll show up.

Or if you’ll end up back in your room alone when you eventually accept that he’s not coming tonight. Which is fine, you reason with yourself, fighting the granite weight that’s settling in your gut. He’s a busy man, if he doesn’t have time, then-

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

You whip around, your hand reflexively crumpling your sketch of the man who’s now framed in the doorway.

It seems like he came straight here since he's still wearing the same clothes layered with oil and grime, and although it looks like he’s made some attempt to wash them his hands and arms are the same. Even so, your eyes are quickly drawn to where they’re crossed against his chest, the fabric pulled taut beneath them.

"You found me!" You finally manage with a laugh, quickly dropping your pencil and closing the now disheveled sketchbook, wondering how long he’d been watching you.

“Thought I’d try here first. I’m glad I did.” Uncrossing his arms Klaue moves into the room, and the heat that had been tempered by frustration while you waited now reignites in your core as he approaches.

"Jesus, you really are filthy."

It takes a moment to register that you just said those words out loud, biting the tip of your tongue between your teeth when you do.

"I can go clean up," he points back into the hallway, casually turning as if he were making to leave. "It won't take lo-"

"No!” It comes out more forcefully than you intend.

He turns back to you, an initial look of surprise shifting to a soft smirk as his eyes move across your body, sharpening when they slide down over your bare legs as if just now noticing what you're wearing.

“No, I mean, you don't...have to do that.” You continue, shifting on your feet as his eyes continue their hungry path.

It's not just that you feel a peculiar madness creeping in at the thought of him leaving again, but you’re also definitely realizing that you like it. That the thought of his thick, smudged fingers contrasted against white fabric is making your breathing go shallow.

Making you itch for him to make a mess of you, too.

“How did you even get like this?” You attempt to corral your thoughts, working to keep your tone somewhere between amused and lightly incredulous.

“I was in South Africa. Lots of work needs doing, and there was a rather limited supply of soap and running water, I’m afraid,” Klaue shrugs, looking down at his hands, and you bite your lip as your own gaze follows. “I have washed since then, but I need something stronger to do a proper job.”

You want to pay attention, really you do. You would happily listen to every little thing he could think to tell you, greedily gleaning hints of where he’s been and what he does when he’s not here, fascinated on a mechanical level how he keeps this entire operation running.

But right now you’re losing the ability to focus on anything but the syrupy lust that’s pooling rapidly between your thighs.

When you look back up he's watching you with a relaxed stillness, having clearly caught you staring, and once you meet his gaze he steps the rest of the way into the room, not taking his eyes off of you as he closes the heavy door behind him.

Then your feet are carrying you across the last of the distance between you, hands quickly sliding up and around his neck where you feel firm muscle flexing beneath your fingers as Klaue’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush against him.

“Did you miss me, darling?”

Your heart jumps hearing the pet name again, and the intoxicating rumble that’s followed you both in dreams and waking hours pulls a shiver from deep within you, your eyes flicking between his as you tilt your head up.

“Why don’t you find out?” You pant against his lips.

Then his mouth is closing over yours, skin barely meeting before you instinctively part your lips and slip your tongue into his mouth, an arcing jolt of heat in your core at the soft growl this elicits from him. One of his hands moves to the back of your head to hold you firmly in place as he responds to you, the kiss quickly becoming messy with need as his tongue delves hungrily into your mouth in a warm, demanding slide.

You’re swiftly and willingly becoming untethered beneath his touch as you let him kiss you breathless, but your store of patience has been waning, and it suddenly drops to zero when you roll your hips and feel the ridge of his hard cock pressing into you.

Immediately your hands drop lower, sliding over his chest and abdomen and down to his belt where your fingers fumble blindly at metal and leather.

Breaking the kiss his hands quickly brush yours out of the way, and as he removes his belt you step back and reach under your dress to pull your underwear down your legs, almost tipping over as you hastily step out of them with your boots still on.

You haven’t even straightened all the way back up when you find yourself being spun and pinned against the door with a broad thigh pressed firmly between yours, the friction of the fabric of your dress dragging against your sex as your hips rock in response.

Pulling back, Klaue's dark eyes find yours as he reaches down to lift the hem of your dress, calloused fingers and cool metal trailing up to the aching spot where your thighs meet.

A gasp escapes your throat when the tips of two fingers drag along your cleft, and as they slip through the moisture that’s already gathering there something in his gaze seems to fall away, giving you a split second glimpse of a shade of blue that you’re not sure exists before snapping back in to focus on you.

As you sense the resettling of his control his fingers begin to move with purpose, parting you and sliding so easily through your damp folds, slowly circling but not touching your clit before dipping back down down to tease at your entrance.

Finding out exactly how wet you already are for him.

“You did miss me, didn’t you,” he rasps, allowing just the tip of his middle finger to slip into you before dragging the slick digit back up to circle your clit again, your hips jerking when he brushes the sensitive bud.

“Yes. God, I need you.” Your hips eagerly seek more pressure, shuddering against the slip of his finger and the low words that chase a pleased sigh to drop straight down to your core.

“I know you do, darling.”

Then he pulls away and quickly finishes undoing his pants, pushing them down to finally free his erection, and you're to keep from moaning at the intoxicating sight of his cock bobbing heavily between you. But before you can reach out to touch him with hungry fingertips he bends down to grip you under your thighs and suddenly you’re being lifted.

With a surprised ‘Oh!’ your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he presses you back against the door and you feel him adjusting his hips to line himself up with your entrance, a stuttered whine spilling from your throat as he starts to press up into you, his answering groan making your cunt clench around the thick head of his cock.

You feel almost mad with need, and there hasn’t been a day since Klaue left that the thought of him stretching you open again hadn’t crossed your mind but, god, he’s so much.

Using his shoulders and the brace of the door against your back you attempt to keep yourself somewhat lifted so that you can have a second to adjust.

"Wait, you’re..I just need to-" But your stammered words are cut off when he thrusts up again.

"Ohh, but you’re doing so well darling,” he grits out, tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you pinned in place. Christ, I’ve been thinking about being buried in you since the moment I left.”

“So’ve I,” you pant, “but oh my god, you’re- oh!”

You let out a startled cry when he suddenly pulls away from the door, and now that you’re unable to properly brace against anything the weight of your body has you sliding further down his length, trembling arms hopelessly clinging to his shoulders as he works himself deeper inside of you.

“Don’t know if I can." You plead, even as the responding roll of your hips follows the line of needy flame that’s building deep in your core

"Don’t lie, darling. Not when I know how well you take my cock, now." Klaue scolds, his hands palming your ass and helping you to take him further as you writhe against that now familiar ache of overwhelming fullness.

Every sense is filled by him as he fills your cunt; the scratch of his beard against your cheek a mirror of the teasing texture of his words, the scent of his musk leaving you lightheaded, a sinful petrichor that fills you with need even as he’s already giving you so much, and as he continues to buck up into you your fingers roughly pull the collar of his shirt aside so that you can lick hungrily along his neck.

The skin beneath your tongue tastes the way the earth must taste to the roots of a newly planted sapling. A deep amber and heady thing that has a wave of drenching heat rippling out from your core as his cock starts to slide more easily into you, a harsh need flaring hot through your veins as your muscles tense and relax, opening for the unyielding thickness of him.

And while your body softens the current of your mind goes rough, your mouth watering as you continue to kiss and lick across his skin until without consciously thinking about it, driven by something else, something low and base that you’re not sure you could name, you sink your teeth into the place where the taut muscle of his neck meets his shoulder.

With a surprised hiss you're suddenly back against the door with all of his weight pressing into you, and you cry out when a rough thrust has him finally buried deep.

“That’s my little liar,” Klaue grunts with another hard thrust.

You can’t respond in any meaningful way, only moaning brokenly as he builds a deep, steady rhythm, and it's not long until the aching stretch combined with the friction of his hips against your clit has your thoughts fading, the telltale thrum swiftly building as he fucks you.

"Going to come already, aren’t you?” He growls between rough breaths, his fingers finding new bruises in the soft flesh of your thighs as your muscles tighten around him. “Such a needy little thing."

"Ohmygodyes, I’m so close, please-"

“Hmmm, it's too bad you didn't listen, then, isn't it?”

Klaue’s words are low and measured but don't make sense as they filter through the thick haze of pleasure.

"What?" You pant as his arms flex to lift you, pulling you up and off of his cock and you brace for a hard thrust back in. But instead he slowly lowers your legs until you don’t have much choice and your booted feet reluctantly drop back down to the floor as he releases you.

“Wait. What..what’re you doing?” Your now rumpled dress falls back over your legs as you stand there breathless and achingly empty.

“You were supposed to be resting.”

Klaue’s tone chides as he tucks his erection into his pants and makes his way over to the couch.

“What?” You ask for the third time, shaking your head in confusion. And then finally it clicks. He’s referring to your self-imposed work schedule, and presumably your recent trip off-compound - not that that should be any of his business.

He raises an eyebrow as the realization dawns on your face.

“I’m not saying you can’t do overtime, that's part of the contract," he continues. "But it's hard work and you work hard, and that many days in a row plus the doubles? You’re smarter than that."

Struggling to work out a response, his praise couched in a reprimand only adds to the difficulty in regaining your equilibrium.

"You need to rest." His words are notched with an edge that doesn’t invite discussion, yet hot resistance still flares your chest.

"But I can't rest." you burst out, a new layer of frustration weaving itself in. "I can't relax, I-”

You cut yourself off with a huff before you say too much, before you admit that he's the reason you can’t relax. Your lips press together into a thin line as your jaw works.

Mention of your contract had also smarted a little, though why should it? It was a simple statement and the reason you’re here, after all.

You take a breath to steady yourself.

"It's not exactly like there's a lot to do around here, and it takes time to travel anywhere else, so I'm going to do what I can to help pass the time.” When you’re not here, you don’t add. “And by the way, you didn’t say anything about resting. You just said no work, and I didn't- "

"But you did try, didn't you?" He cuts you off with a dark look. “After you said you wouldn’t.”

Your face goes hot but you manage to not look away. Damn it, Vlad. Of course he's going to find out if you tell him.

"Listen, you don’t have to worry about me. I know my abilities and I don’t need you telling me what I can or can't do!"

Even as the words are coming out of your mouth you know that your belligerence sounds foolish.

"That's interesting.” Klaue tilts his head and you have to actively fight the instinct to take a step back when his eyes darken to a perilous shade of blue. “Because I think you're going to do exactly what I tell you to."

Despite your frustration, heat flares between your legs at the double meaning in his words.

“And right now, that means you're going to wait to come on my cock."

You can only stare at him open-mouthed while he watches you from his seat, a glint of gold flashing through the smug grin that tugs at his lips. And now you understand: He could have brought all this up as soon as he found you, but he hadn’t. He’d waited. Timing it perfectly to drive you perfectly fucking mad.

“Now, come here."

You want to protest, want to dig in your heels and resist even as his voice draws you along on the tether of unsatisfied need that he’s already woven so masterfully in you.

Instead you straighten your shoulders and slowly make your way over to the couch, trying to hide the hitch in your breath at the pleased expression on his face when you stop in front of him.

"Do you want me on my knees, again?" You ask, vividly recalling the last time you were in this very same position.

Your confidence wavers when you catch the glint in his eye, a flash of something dangerously sharp concealed beneath curling waves, but you can’t help but thrill at the moment of consideration you see there before his expression steadies again.

"Very much, darling,” Klaue hums. “But right now there’s something else I want."

You’re getting increasingly impatient to feel him again but when you move forward intending to straddle him, his hands quickly stop you and you have to step back again.

“What did I just say?” He chides with a quirk of his brow, and you let out a frustrated huff.

“That…I have to wait.” You frown but then flush when you realize that you’re actually pouting.

“To come on my cock.” He corrects you, shifting forward to sit on the edge of the couch so that you’re standing between his knees. “But I’m still going to make you come before that happens.”

Your body reacts swiftly to his words, but then you’re caught off guard when his hands slide down your legs and begin unlacing your boots, finding yourself fighting the affection that seeps into your chest when he helps you steady yourself as he removes and tosses them aside.

Your attention is quickly drawn back to his touch, though, because as soon as you’ve straightened up his hands are brushing at the hem of your dress, pushing it up ever so slightly before sliding back down to your knees.

Looking up at you Klaue watches your face, a pleased twitch on his lips when your eyelids flutter in response to the inward curl of his thumbs. You know that he can feel the muscles of your thighs tense and flex as the firm pressure of his hands moves a little higher beneath the cotton hem, inching closer to where you haven’t stopped aching for him, before dropping back down again.

“Let me see, darling." Klaue hums, his words warm and teasing.

As though you had something you were hiding from him. And he wanted it.

You begin to gather the fabric of your dress in your hands, drawing up the hem, slowly, until you see his eyes darken as your sex is exposed to him.

“Did you think about this while you were gone, too?” You tease, but you’re quickly cut off when he leans forward and drags his lips along your cleft

“Thought about what? The taste of you?” You're unable to catch the whimper in your throat when his tongue flicks out, just barely parting you.

“Or that sweet sound you make the first time my tongue touches your cunt?” His voice goes rough as hands slide around to your ass, steadying you as your hips start to rock against the agonizing tease of his lips.

“Or that smart mouth of yours.”

Klaue drags the tip of his nose along your cleft and through the thatch of hair above it, and the puff of heated breath against your sensitive flesh has you clenching around nothing.

Broad hands now move around your thighs to nudge you forward, a hand releasing your dress to reach for his shoulder for balance as he coaxes one of your legs up until your foot is resting on the cushion next to his hip.

Standing open for him now his hand doesn't hesitate to find your center, the vee of his fingers parting your lower lips to expose you further, and the look on his face as he takes you in makes the wet throb deepen as you quickly understand what he meant by want.

After what seems like an eternity of looking Klaue finally leans forward to touch you, pressing his lips against your swollen clit he lets the tip of his tongue flick out to nudge and slip against the sensitive bud, until with a satisfied hum his mouth drops open and envelopes you.

Soft grunts ripple through your sex, the wet heat of his mouth adding to the slick of your already dripping folds as he slides his lips and tongue between your legs until you begin to tremble, sucking and circling your clit until he finds that spot that makes your muscles go taut

Startled by how quickly pleasure is coalescing beneath the quick, circling pressure of his tongue you don’t even have a chance to get any words out before you're coming. You can only gasp and then your body is bowing forward and you're keening as the waves roll through you, a strong arm tightening around your leg to keep you where he wants you as you ride out the crest of your orgasm, holding you against his mouth until the needy movements of your hips begin to soften.

When Klaue finally pulls his mouth away he holds you steady until you manage to find your balance again, but when you remove your foot from the couch and go to take a step back his firm grip once again traps you in place.

"Where do you think you're going, darling? He frowns with a curious tilt of his head. “I'm not done yet."

Then you watch as he moves forward and slips off the couch, shifting himself down until he’s sitting on the floor in front of you with the top of his shoulders resting on the seat cushion, head raised to look up at you standing between his legs and your mind goes fuzzy when he licks his lips, making a show of tasting you.

“Oh, you want-”

“Take off your dress.” He rumbles. “Now, please.”

Feeling nearly hypnotized with want you quickly pull the garment over your head and toss it aside.

“That too,” his eyes flick to your bra, watching intently as you unclasp and discard that as well, your breath going shallow when you see the hunger in his expression deepen as he takes you in, standing naked before him. For him.

“Come here.” That irresistible command again, expectant eyes fixed on yours as he waits, unmoving.

As soon as you take a tentative step forward he leans back, licking his lips again as you slowly lift one leg and then the other until your knees are positioned on either side of his head. Bracing yourself on the back of the couch his hands slide up around your ankles, gooseflesh prickling beneath his fingers as they trail up your calves to the crooks of your knees.

Your skin heats up when you look down at him positioned between your spread thighs, but you only have a moment to dwell in any self-consciousness when Klaue tilts his mouth up and recaptures your still fluttering clit between his lips as his eyelids slip closed, an expression of contented bliss deepening the crease between his brows as though he were savoring something exquisite.

“Fuck.” You whimper at the sensation of his lips around your oversensitive bundle of nerves, yet a soft heat is quickly building again.

But then he leaves your clit, and you sigh at the sensation of his questing tongue sliding down through your folds to find your entrance. Spread open above him as you are, he easily slips the tip of his tongue into you, and you shiver when you feel his groan that vibrates through you as your release floods his tongue.

With fingers digging into your flesh he adjusts the angle of your hips so that he can slide deeper, moaning open mouthed against you as his nose presses and slides though your folds with every greedy plunge of his tongue, and you shiver when it nudges against your clit as he drinks you in, his panting breath both warm and cool against your aching nerves.

Your thoughts are already a blur when his slips out of you and uses his grip to slide your cunt along his tongue, licking a broad stripe from your hole up to your clit and back down again, and you can only whimper and sigh as he rocks you against his mouth.

With your arms starting to shake you lean further into the back of the couch, and when this changes the angle of your hips Klaue quickly takes advantage, a hand reaching back around your thigh until you feel two fingers slide into you, and while you welcome the breach it also reminds you how badly you still want his cock.

Although you also realize that was likely part of his intention, since you both know that you still have to wait.

You don’t dwell on this thought for long, however, because this angle allows him to hook his fingers, and while keeping them buried deep inside of you he starts dragging firmly against the spot that steals your breath.

Klaue grunts when your inner walls clench and your thighs tighten against his face, waves of white-hot pleasure building in your core, and you can feel how much you’re dripping down your thighs and his face, skin sliding against the rough scruff of his beard that you’re dimly aware must also be soaked.

Pulling his mouth off of you with a wet sound he stares up at you for a moment and he’s a fucking image beneath you, panting to catch his breath, looking half-drunk with eyes as glossy as his lips and chin where they’re coated in your slick.

“Taste so fucking good, darling,” he praises, voice rough with honeyed lust.

The slick squelch of his fingers is obscenely loud as he continues the curling strokes and you can only mewl helplessly, the clenching pressure spreading through you until your vision greys at the edges as you approach the brink again.

One of your hands drops to his hair, sliding your fingers into his curls and gripping tight as you lower your hips until your cunt finds his mouth again.

“Need you here.”

You’re startled by the sharp demand that bleeds through the desperation in your voice, but are with a hum of appreciation as Klaue’s mouth falls open without hesitation, his eager tongue pressing flat as you grind against it and your hips fall into their own instinctive rhythm.

His other arm tightens around your thigh, seeming to anticipate it just as your muscles string tight and the arch of your back has you unintentionally pulling away. You sob as your orgasm swells up, all your senses but touch seeming to go dim so that even though you don’t hear it the deep vibration of his growl flows out from the point where his rough and greedy tongue is pulling you apart thread by thread.

“Oh my god, please, please, I’m gonna come, please make me come-”

His name is etched on the cry that releases from your throat as you fall over the edge again, writhing and flexing against the grip that holds you firmly against his mouth as wave after wave sweeps through your body. Keeping his fingers buried, your release soaks his hand and wrist as thick fingers continue to pump into you, until with a stuttered cry it finally becomes too much and you have to pull away.

You revel in the heat of his breath on your thighs as you catch yours. Only when you start to slump does he eventually slide his fingers out of you, and it doesn’t take much to encourage you to tip to one side where you collapse on the couch a sweaty, panting mess.

While you recover Klaue slowly sits up, taking a moment to roll his neck before pulling himself to standing. Looking entirely self-satisfied and not bothering with the buttons he pulls his shirt over his head, using it to somewhat clean his face and hand before tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of your dress.

“You were so good for me, taking what you needed.” The pleased lilt in his voice along with the sight of him bare-chested and looming over you makes you shudder. “What do you think that means now?”

“That...that I get to come on your cock?” You ask, still breathless, not bothering to hide the hopefulness in your words as your eyes flick down to where you can clearly see the thick ridge of his erection straining against his half-zipped pants..

"Smart girl."

You bite your lip and flush, even now your cunt fluttering at his praise, wonton need quickly blooming again at just the thought of him filling you.

“On your hands and knees for me then, darling.” Klaue’s voice goes deep, down to that place in the bedrock that tells you he won’t be holding back much longer. "I’m going to fuck you hard, and so fucking deep until all you can do is beg to come for me again.”

“Fuck.” You can’t help your pathetic whimper. “How do you- god it drives me fucking crazy when you talk like that."

“I know it does. And how can I help it when you make sounds like that for me.”

Feeling like you’re glowing, anticipation builds high in your chest as you shift so that you're kneeling long-ways on the cushions. The feral curl of his lips makes you both cower and clench as he drops down a knee to the couch, the other booted foot staying planted on the floor as he positions himself behind you, the muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he roughly works his pants down.

You gasp as he suddenly half-lifts half-pulls you back towards him, and when you feel the brush of his cock hot and achingly hard against the back of your thighs you Instinctively arch your back, tilting your hips to unabashedly open yourself up for him. Knowing he can see the slick shine of what he’s already done to you coating your sex and the insides of your thighs.

“Ohh, and you think I’m filthy. Look at this pretty mess of a cunt, just begging to be filled.” Klaue purrs, gripping his length in one hand and sliding the head through your folds. “You want me to come in it, don’t you? Make even more of a mess.”

“God yes, I want you to come so fucking deep. Need to feel it again.” You whine as his delicious girth starts to press into you, one hand firm on your hip, the other sliding up to your shoulder.

“Oh, you need it, do you?” He teases, his words the rough slide of stone against stone. "Is that what you thought about, klein mot?"

“Yes. Every fucking day.” You turn to look back at him, your eyes imploring. “Please, Ulysses.”

His name becomes a desperate keen, the ache of relief flooding through you as he finally starts to press into you again.

“Fuck, that sound is even better,” he grits as your muscles give in, stretching open around him.

Keeping his hips nearly still, Klaue uses his grip on your shoulder to pull you back onto his cock in a slow, relentless plunge, and when you look back over your shoulder you see that his eyes are fixed on where you’re joined, his heated gaze as firm as the grip of his fingers on your hip.

You’re getting impatient, though, and you can’t help it: as you watch the mesmerized expression on his face, chest heaving rough breaths as you take his cock, you wiggle your hips, making a little show of taking him another inch, inhaling a sharp hiss through your teeth when his grip tightens.

“Stay still.” He rasps, clearly picking up on your tease, yet his voice is somehow desperately soft, soothing you even as his fingers dig harshly into your shoulder. “Shh, don’t worry, darling, you're going take all of it.”

You can only whimper and clench hard around him, the tremble of your muscles deepening as you resist your body’s desire to arch and writhe in response to his words and his touch, biting your lower lip so hard that you taste copper.

But somehow you manage to keep still.

Once Klaue senses your acquiescence he rewards you with a rhythmic, rolling motion of his hips that slides him deeper, deeper, until you feel the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against your heated skin, and with a final, less controlled thrust his hips finally comes flush against your ass.

For a moment he pauses, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving, simply keeping himself buried in you and you revel in the feeling of being stretched and filled with him, agonizingly aware of every twitch of his cock against your walls.

An unbearable lust fills you, and you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it when the hand on your shoulder slides along your waist and over the soft swell of your hip, and then he's spreading you open to get a better view of where he’s buried, where you yield more easily to him now.

Keeping you like this he pulls most of the way out of you before slowly sliding back in, and you know that he can feel fresh waves of arousal soaking him, can see it slicking his length as he moves. And even when he begins to thrust more quickly he also seems to be intentionally avoiding setting a rhythm, his movements stay just off-kilter enough to hold you back from the edge, first sliding into you in slow, deep strokes, making sure you feel all of him, then shifting to shallower thrusts, pulling back until just the head of his cock is teasing your hole.

“Oh my god, more-” You nearly sob, no care whatsoever to hide your desperation.

“Patience, my darling, you’ll get it.” Klaue’s voice is shot through with a distracted awe, his fingers tightening in response when you try to move against him again. “You’ll be begging soon enough.”

You’ve been focusing on keeping yourself upright but your wrists are getting stiff and your arms are starting to shake, so when he suddenly drives deep again your arms go out from under you and with the unexpected shift he slips forward, rutting even deeper and you both moan in surprise.

Catching himself he braces his hands on either side of your body before pulling back and thrusting again. Suddenly being buried in you seems to have severed the last of his control and he sets a steady pace now, the snap of his hips wet and loud every time he bottoms out as a heady pressure quickly blooms deep and incandescent.

Aching to brush your fingers against your clit you move to reach down between your legs, but he must notice you shifting, your hands scrabbling lower as your muscles start to tighten around him.

“Keep your hands where they are. You’re going to come like this, yeah?” Your hand freezes at his growled words.

“Going to have to fuck me harder, then.”

You can’t help the taunt even though you’re barely able to get the stuttered words out through how hard he’s already fucking you, how close you are to coming entirely apart.

Suddenly you feel him shift and a hand is pressing down between your shoulders, the other leaning into the back of your hip, and then what seems like the full weight of him is braced against you and you lose all control of your body as he finally starts to fuck you, hard. Your knees slide back as he pushes you down into the cushions, and you can barely breathe as he drives into you, your eyes squeezing shut so hard tears escape between your lashes and dampen the rough fabric beneath your cheek.

His brutal rhythm has your thoughts lost, and you’re half aware that you're proving him right because now you're begging, a barely coherent string of pleasepleaseplease driven from your lips with every jolt against your body.

Pinned beneath the relentless weight of him you’re unable to do anything but succumb, overwhelmed by the breathless thrill of realization that all you have to do is let him take you, let him take care of you, and he does - each stroke of his cock assuaging every ache of frustration of the last twelve days, soothing every memory of your own fingers failing to satisfy you while you waited.

“Come for me, mot, just like that, god-”

The heat of your climax focuses to a point and breaks open deep inside of you as everything goes hazy and bright at once. Every muscle in your body strung tight as he hits the deepest part of you and you’re dimly aware of your cries as you come harder than you thought you could, Klaue’s thrusts not letting up as he continues to fuck you until you you can only mumble curses in gasps and sobs.

"So fucking good for me," Klaue pants, the hard, steady rhythm going rough and desperate as the control behind his thrusts wavers. “Going to make you take all of it.”

On the next thrust he stills suddenly, fully buried in you until with a choked groan and another jerk of his hips you feel the hard throb as he comes, the roll of his hips causing your back to arch as he continues to press as deep as he can, and you moan in relief when you feel his spend filling you with every pulse of his cock, the last tight waves of your own orgasm drawing every last drop.

Finally he collapses, draping himself over your back, sweat slicking your bodies as his lips trail wet kisses along the back of your neck and eliciting a whimpered cry then his teeth find the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, your pussy twitching as his teeth nip and worry at the spot before sliding his tongue, warm and soothing over the reddened flesh.

Shifting his hips Klaue pulls back out just an inch or two, hissing through his teeth from the overstimulation but then moaning louder than you do when he slides back in and you feel his cum and yours leaking out, feel the sticky slide of it where he’s pressed against you, the sensation tangling exquisitely with his rough whisper against your ear.

“Perfect fucking mess.”

Sitting up in bed with a book propped open on your bent knees you’re attempting to read, but the lines of text keep going blurry as a familiar exhaustion starts to overtake you.

Your thoughts instead slip back to standing in the shower with him, water rinsing the soap from your bodies, exchanging glances and brushes of wet skin as you move around each other in the small space.

Standing under the hot spray you could see that even though he had in fact washed with your regular soap there was still considerable smudging on his hands and arms.

“This stuff is rather strong. I don’t want to subject you to that.” Klaue grins, holding up the bottle he'd brought with him which says something about charcoal, an aggressively orange scent filling the humid space as soon as he twists it open.

“Oof, yeah ok,” you laugh and begrudgingly step out of the shower, catching him watching you out of the corner of your eye as you grab a towel and slide the door shut.

You’d been surprised when he told you he would meet you back here after picking up the soap, but you’d tried to keep from seeming outwardly pleased. At first you assumed it was because he just needed to use the shower and your bunk happened to be closer, but when you open the door you see that he’d also brought a change of clothes, so he had gone back to his room anyway.

Still, there must be some other reason. The likelihood of more sex seems the most obvious, you suppose, not that that’s a bad thing. After all you’d certainly been hoping to take advantage of however long he’ll be here this time, and you try to focus on that thought instead, rather than worrying about the why.

So now you sit on your bed and wait in a fresh t-shirt and underwear, attempting to read but more accurately re-reading the same couple of sentences as you quickly lose the battle against your fluttering eyelids, drifting as you hear the water shut off…

…your head snaps up when Klaue emerges from the bathroom, raising his arms in a small ‘ta-da’ gesture.

You can’t help but grin as you take him in, all damp skin and ink and untamed curls falling across his forehead, but your tongue flicks out to wet your lips when your eyes wander to the towel that’s tucked around his waist, and isn’t currently leaving very much to the imagination.

He smirks when he sees where your eyes are directed and you fail to bite back a smile as he makes his way over to sit on the edge of your bed, but as he comes level with you he tilts his head, the crease between his brows deepening.

“You look tired, Mot.”

“Nooo, I’m fine..” you protest, although it doesn’t sound convincing even to your own ears, and when his hand reaches up to your face you can’t help but press your cheek into his warm palm, humming as a sliver of bliss slides through your chest, and the last thing you’re aware of is the book suddenly vanishing from your grasp.

* * *

You feel fuzzy and disoriented.

You’re pretty sure someone just spoke but you couldn’t guess what they’d said.

"I have to go soon, darling." Klaue repeats, strong fingers slowly massaging your shoulder.

You hear him this time but you still feel like you're a bit sideways, partly because that means that he’s still here, but also because you seem to have tucked yourself against his side, both hands curled beneath your chin and a leg slung across his thigh.

"How-” The first word catches and you clear your throat. “How long was I asleep?" You mumble, one hand rubbing your bleary eyes.

"About an hour."

“What??” You squeak, raising your head suddenly. “That can’t be right, I feel like..I feel like I’ve been asleep for a day.”

“I’m not surprised, you practically fell asleep right in my hands," he chuckles.

Gradually you start to accept that he must be right when you notice he seems to have been reading the book that you'd been failing to read before you apparently passed out, and that he’s also still just wearing the same towel as earlier.

You suppose you could just get your phone to check for certain, but it’s still in your bag and that would mean leaving the firm warmth of his chest, and you can't seem to drag your eyes away from the broad swath of skin right in front of your eyes, or the soft curl of hair that trails across it and down his abdomen. Down beneath the fabric that’s still, unfortunately, tucked at his waist.

Laying your head back down you give yourself a moment to get your bearings, trying to solidify in your mind both that it's actually still today, and that Klaue is once again in your bed.

“Something the matter?” He asks, perhaps noticing your stillness.

“No, no I’m fine. I just.." Maybe it's because you're still only half awake and your filter isn't all the way in place tet but decide to just be honest. "I guess I’m surprised you’re still here. Once you showered I figured you would have gone on your way, especially after I passed out on you.” You smile sheepishly.

“Well, I didn’t want to just leave if I didn’t have to,” you feel him shrug. ”Though, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to wake you," he teases.

“That, uh, happened last time, too.” You huff a laugh. “I just crashed as soon as you left.”

Thoughts of exactly what had exhausted you so thoroughly float to the front of your mind, and when your hips twitch of their own accord you’re suddenly and acutely aware that your clothed mound is pressed against his leg, just below where the towel ends.

Your breathing shallows, and though he doesn’t say anything you feel the broad muscle of his thigh flex as it presses against you and you reflexively arch into him as your leg tightens around his.

You chance a look up at him from beneath your eyelashes, bashful at your body's swift reaction until you see the knowing look in his eyes, smug when you moan softly and rock your hips in response to another firm press of his thigh.

Keeping your eyes on his you slide your hand slowly towards the towel, your heart rate speeding up when you see a dark shadow flit across the blue as your fingers play along the edge of the soft fabric.

"You have to go?" You sigh, pleased when you feel the muscles of his stomach tense beneath your fingers.

If he does then he’s going to have to tell you to stop - soon - the wet ache quickly spreading between your legs as you continue to slowly grind against his thigh, but then his hand is moving down your back and over the swell of your ass.

“So needy again already. I haven’t made you come enough tonight, is that it? Poor thing." Klaue tsks, his hand slipping beneath the edge of your underwear, and tugging down.

Taking that as his answer you don't waste another second, unhooking yourself you push the garment down and off of your legs as he finally untucks that damn towel, and you’ve barely turned back toward him when he grips your legs and lifts you until you’re straddling him before quickly divesting you of your t-shirt as well.

You start to press up off of your knees, expecting to feel his cock against your entrance, but instead his hands keep you pressed firmly down against him.

“I didn’t say stop.” His low words and stiffening cock both slide between your legs.

His hands move to cup your breasts as you start to move your hips, dragging your entrance along the velvety heat of his cock until the length of him is becoming slick with your arousal, and for several moments he watches appreciatively where he’s sliding through your folds, your hips bucking suddenly when his thumbs brush over the sensitive peaks of your nipples.

“God, I need you.” The rhythm of your hips grows quicker now. “Need you inside me.”

"Use me then, darling. Make yourself come and I'll fuck you again.”

You whimper as he rolls your nipples between thumb and forefinger, your hips tilting to find more of the slick friction against his now fully hard shaft, losing yourself as both sensations collide and collect somewhere at the base of your spine, your lips parting in a plaintive moan as you chase the crest of your orgasm.

“Look at me.” Klaue rasps.

You hear is words but you’re fading into the inevitable shimmer of pleasure as your hips find a tight rhythm, your senses tuned to focused points, fixed on the rough but soothing brush of chest hair beneath your palms, on every ridge and vein of his cock as it slides against your clit.

So you gasp when your chin is suddenly trapped in the viselike grip of his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes as his voice drops low.

“I didn’t get to see your face before. So this time I need you to look at me when you come.”

Your focus snaps back to him and you’re startled by the look of reverence on his face, panting open mouthed as you rut against him, the hot blue flame of his eyes fixed on you as your climax overwhelms you and you surrender to the curl of his lips around your name.

Lost in the pulsing waves you feel urgent hands lift your writhing hips and position you over his cock, the trembling muscles of your thighs unable to hold you up at all now so that you can’t help but sink down onto him at the same time that he thrusts up, the stretch of him easier now but the ache deeper as he pushes inside of your still clenching walls.

Then he plants his feet and bends his knees, the sudden shift knocking you forward as he starts to fuck up into you, no waiting now, no teasing. An arm wraps tight around your waist as his other reaches up to slide a hand into your hair, fingers tightening until the delicious sting is singing through your nerves.

“Love the way your tight cunt squeezes my cock.” The rough warmth of his words finds its way through the still roiling of pleasure. “So good at taking my cum.”

Tears prick at your eyes as your bliss-dazed body relents to the deep, driving rhythm, and you’re barely able to brace yourself to meet his thrusts.

“Would you like to be good for me again?” Klaue’s pants roughly.

“Yesss.” you whine, overwhelmed at how even though he’s beneath you, somehow you still feel pinned in place.

“Try that again, darling.”

“Please,” you sob, “fill my pussy. I wanna be so fucking good for you, please-”

Releasing your hair his hand moves to grip the base of your neck instead, holding you firmly in place as you look down into his face, his eyes nearly black with lust, full lips parted as he pants and you can’t help but taste them, your mouth roughly finding his in a messy swirl of tongues and teeth that’s as much a kiss as a desperate attempt to find the breath that he seems to have stolen from you.

Both of his thick arms wrap around your waist now and you simply try to hold on as he pounds into you, filling you again and again, and when you drop your face to his neck his skin is scorching hot below the spot where his scruff rubs against your cheek.

You ache to feel him let go again, and as his thrusts become sharper and more desperate your words come out in a stuttered plea against this neck

“Come for me. Please, Ulysses.”

Klaue’s breathing goes ragged, and then his entire body tenses until with a shudder and a guttural moan you feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside you again, bliss swirling through you as you helplessly grind your hips to keep him buried as deep as possible.

The whisper of your name from his lips has you grateful that his arms are still holding you tight against him so that you can’t look into his eyes now, uncertain of what you might see there.

Still reeling from the look on his face as he held your chin in his hand and watched you unravel above him.

Still processing the word he'd spoken earlier, perhaps not even realizing it.

“Patience, my darling..”

My darling.

His.

For now you can only hope that he wants to keep touching you, because now that he has, you realize that he seems to have found some disparate elements of you that you didn’t know were separate until he was piecing them together with every brush of his lips and his hands and his words against your skin until you can’t help but feel anything but whole.

A/N: Obligatory Frodo_it's-over-it's-done dot gif!

I hope that you enjoyed this foray back into the the smutty adventures of Klaue and reader, there is still lots to come for them! I have no timeline for when, of course, but everything for part two is drafted, and I'm looking forward it. 😊

#salvation is a deep dark well fic #bringin' home the rain part two #ulysses klaue #ulysses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x you #ulysses klaue smut #reader insert #mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction

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cantstayawaycani · 2 years ago

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Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #2 (04.28.23) - Know You Inside and Out by @formyloveoflove

Title: Know You Inside and Out (ao3) | Know You Inside and Out (Tumblr)

Author(s): formyloveoflove (ao3) | @formyloveoflove (Tumblr)

Fandom(s): Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Pairing/Ship(s): Attoye (Okoye x Attuma)

Type: College AU

Rating: Explicit

Status: Unfinished

Updated: 04.06.23

Summary: Childhood best friends turned into college friends with benefits, Attuma [thought] he had the best of both worlds. However, when Okoye gets attention from other men, feelings arise in Attuma that he never felt before.

Why I Love It: Man! This is the second work from this author that I am rec’ing in a row. I love the way they write Attoye.

I particularly enjoy Attoye in their volatile youth. I enjoy a pining, jealous Attuma, wearing his heart on his sleeve. And Okoye, so capable and ambitious, hiding insecurity only Attuma can assuage. If she will allow him. Like any good romance, there’s steamy sex, but the vulnerability each character displays is what hooks you. They are young enough that they continue to confuse one another with miscommunication about their feelings, but hopefully, they’ll come together in the end.

Only one more chapter left! The writer is on hiatus atm, but do yourself a favor and check this one out. Follow their Tumblr here for updates.

Know You Inside and Out

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365sylviaplath · 2 months ago

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happy 6th birthday to Sweetener by Ariana Grande x my alchemical emotional journey

the masterpiece she is. one of my favorite albums of all time. telling my Sweetener Story.

brief astro moment- midnight chart for sweetener. i could say a lot here but mostly living for the moon jupiter conjunction in scorpio harshly squaring mercury in leo while also trining neptune in pisces. i think everything i'm about to say is a testament to that- expressing pain, sharing feelings hard to process, transmuting/alchemizing, romanticizing, hyperbole. plus libra venus for pretty packaging.

i enter the space first and foremost as a top 0.1% fan of ariana grande (as of 2023, we'll see how i fare this year). i stand here firmly. i also believe that some may say she has some "more influential" albums, some songs might be ""better"" (whatever that may mean), so on and so forth. this isn't the point. this is strictly a love letter to sweetener. not an album review, not lyrical analysis, just from the spirit.

summer 2018. summer of In My Feelings - Drake, Nobody - Mitski, The Middle - Zedd, I Like It - Cardi B/J Balvin, One Kiss - Calvin Harris/Dua Lipa, Make Me Feel - Janelle Monáe etc etc. grounding us all in collective memory. other notables: Meghan and Harry royal wedding, Anthony Bourdain's passing, Aretha Franklin's passing, Black Panther, A Star Is Born, Crazy Rich Asians, netflix Queer Eye reboot, Beychella, i googled an article of 2018 pop culture moments so i am surely forgetting essential lore but we will have to move on

the story truly begins with the release of sweetener's first single "no tears left to cry" on april 20, 2018. hours into taurus season 2018, if anyone was counting. a little about me and where i was on april 20th, 2018.....

finishing the spring semester of my 3rd year of college

preparing to start my 2nd of 3 co-ops (akin to an internship, for the uninitiated) for the 6 months of late summer/fall 2018

feeling an enormous internal pressure to have a substantial creative outlet

Sad (multiple reasons)

spring 2018 semester, i went a bit rogue with my coursework and i created one mega final project that connected every class i took that had a fairly open-ended final paper/project. i did a geographical, sociological, historical, and political analysis of graffiti vs street art (what's permitted, what belongs to each, styles, criminalization, media representation) in new york city. i explored so many angles and talked about so much material and learned and created on repeat for WEEKS and then april 20th hit and i had to turn everything in in the next few days. it would all be over. peak of my creative agony and i was also engaged in an emotional cold war that would go on to affect me for Years after. i certainly had several tears left to cry. as i had not cried any of them just yet and wouldn't for a while.

while coping with this creative blockage, i turned my attention toward having more agency in my dating life. i was distinctly unhappy with how my romantic affairs had been going, deep in shame and insecurity, and wanted to meet people and figure out what my deal was. i saw a tiktok a few months ago that posited that many of our crushes/situationships are actually people who should've been our creative partners, we just don't always have the language to express this (or even identify ourselves as artists). this framing opened the world to me - not just this statement itself, but drawing this link between flirty/sexual energy and creativity really opened my eyes. i could tell there was a distinct connection. spring/summer of 2018, it was emotional agony, but i was exploring and creating as i could. some painting first dates, always punctuated with "i'm not really an artist but this could be fun!" it was humble, but it was hugely liberating, in its own way.

Other important Sweetener dates:

"the light is coming", ft. Nicki Minaj, was released on June 20, 2018 as promo with pre-orders - released following my yearly emotional cold war of a family vacation (you may be sensing a theme here...... repression....).

"god is a woman", the album's second single, released on July 13, 2018 - the end of one of my first weeks of co-op. i was such a professional mess, i had too many managers in that role, lots of personalities to learn, lots of material to synthesize quickly. would later become The female empowerment work experience of my young life. outside of work, i was bravely embarking on a new relationship while the emotional cold war was at its peak. multi-layer mess.

the full album was released Friday August 17, 2018 - the week before that year's fall RA training (yearly ego death), i was also moving in to what would be my absolute favorite apartment of college

"breathin" was the third and final radio single from the album, released on September 18, 2018 (post album release) - right after my philly trip. for some reason, every trip i've ever taken to philadelphia has taken me down on some emotional and physical level. even my 8th grade class trip. philly and i seem to have some sort of spiritual beef. astrocartography hasn't shown me anything relating to philly but i know something must be off. emotional pain so profound and unnamed that i had stomachaches so bad i couldn't stand. certainly did need to keep breathin and breathin and breathin

late summer 2018, i was very close to getting a tattoo which would have involved both The Fool tarot card and the Queen of Swords tarot card. spontaneity, new beginnings, and adventure meet logic, balance, and rationality - definitely speaks to the inner conflict i was in at the time. i was on perpetual pursuit of the new and fun while overly worried about presenting fairly and without too much emotion. i knew i was capable of feeling very deeply, but i was pretty shut off to this part of myself. it always felt like a detractor in my life. only stood to hurt me. i think i had convinced myself that i was able to shut this out, but certainly not many people believed it. many witnessed my "subtle" loss of the idgaf war. even the people i only very briefly dated! i think my most common feedback from people i met was that i seemed very disconnected. worth noting that the tarot tattoo i actually ended up getting years later is the death card.

this album and i were moving in such stunning parallel and i couldn't even recognize it then. i was so out of touch with myself. to continue on for a bit as an Ariana historian - there was a lot of pain in her life at this time! her relationships (there is a whole song on this album named after pete davidson), fame, even a bombing at one of her concerts the year prior, all while having to put on a smile and a show for the public. i do not envy celebrities. i could not fake a smile to save my life. and those are just the things the public knows about! who knows what else was occurring. she could not slow down and digest it all (she talks about this in interviews as well, not just my own speculation) and i think this comes out in the music. there is something alchemical to me about sweetener. if i was big into music production, i'm sure i could go into analysis about how she layered so much (sonically) in the songs on this album. or vocal techniques. or who knows. i was so frazzled at the time, i don't think i could've evaluated any of this. i was barely literate, to be honest with the class. the grander theme through the album, however, is this alchemy for the self. through anxiety and relationships and disaster and heartbreak and pain you haven't even fully felt yet, you keep yourself going. listening to this album kept me going! i could not put into words how much it kept me afloat through the worst of it. now, 6 years later, i make my best attempt to put it into words. journal excerpts below -

there is a sentiment sometimes, that the feelings you feel and cannot express will be enough to kill you. as they say - is it better to speak or to die? and sometimes the speaking kills you too. everyone says what they observe and deduce would be true, but i can never fake a feeling. painfully honest, despite my best wishes to prove myself otherwise, i knew what i knew. and what i knew was so divinely painful because it comforted me with the same familiar gut-wrenching story. your concept of falling in love vs. just repeating a pattern can be indistinguishable to you. especially when you’re so adept at shutting down your emotions. you show up, you play your part, you define love in the same way you always had. and it never actually was love. any of those times. it was so easy to induce the agony and call it what you wanted it to be. and it would never make it so. it always felt like lying. like you could tell yourself it was love, but if anyone asked you, you would obscure the answer and hope they wouldn’t notice. you knew it would be lying to say it was love. love would never do this to me. but telling the truth would be worse! never been in love would be an excruciating defeat. i would know nothing of the world if this were true. i would be a bag of flesh and bones with nothing to give, nothing to tell, nothing to offer. doomed. unknowing. separate. alone. i had to feel like i understood, best case, i had to prove it. work hard and that would make it so. turns out, no matter how hard you work, you cannot create what you won't let yourself feel. so you listen to people you have no doubt in your mind knew about love.

all i wanted was to be swept off my feet. for everyone to know it, too. girl who was and had been in love. wha a romantic title! i would prove my worthiness of writing dramatic lines about the depths of the human heart. anyone could relate to me, because they too had participated in the delicious agony and ecstasy of romantic love. i would be seen and heard and in no way alone. ever forward into time and space as one who was part of the lover's world. the lover's world shouldn't have felt so far. i was anxious, i was avoidant, i was whatever kept me out. and at the end of the day, it all felt the same and i admitted to none of it. if you always ask for something in the place you know it will never exist, at what point do you recognize that you'll have to leave to get it? and if you really wanted it, why wouldn't you go where they actually offered it?

when you use powerful and descriptive words, you'll never have to convince anyone of the depth of your feelings. even though talking about your feelings is certainly not the same as feeling those things. speaking in hyperbole does not excuse your actions and certainly does not make you feel better about your path. but sometimes, it's the only thing you can think of to get you through. to verbalize such a pitiful misery that it becomes a performance and vents off some of the subterranean steam. i do not have to recognize the depths of the pain if i speak incredibly dramatically of my inner world (which i had no contact with at that time) to my audience of zero while listening to the alchemist's album. maybe i could get out. maybe it would be fine and no one needed to worry. maybe all love would be true and mutual and if it was really there, it could never escape me. maybe i could create the world where love was a beautiful fantasy that just happened upon me and swept me up and held me above the surface and i would never come down. the pain and the grief were gone when i spoke their name, and now i was fully enveloped in the world of What Can Be. the world where i love the glamorous merely for being glamorous, i feel what i name, i move with respect for who i am. i am not afraid and i am not forcing anything. if the show is beautiful enough, it will be believable and that will make it true.

at the end of the day, happy birthday sweetener, and thank you for saying and expressing what i couldn't.

#astro #astrology #poem #poetry #ariana grande #sweetener #ariana grande sweetener #pop culture #pop music

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seaweedstarshine · 11 months ago

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Heh so I do a lot of off-the-cuff rambling in tags, for example I was sadly being hyperbolic about Cherik, well except for Excalibur III, I mean, but hey…

Anyway, here’s Ororo kissing a random woman who just caught her kissing her partner in Wolverine and the X-Men Vol 2 #12 (she was evil at the time, given it was Axis, but there's no reason that would've affected her sexuality) ~

Upon a cursory search, I can’t find the scene I was half-remembering where Ororo’s past lovers included Yukio! I'd have read it years ago and I only have a vague memory, which is why I was being so unsure in the tags… I'd thought it was her Black Panther era, unless I fully dreamed it up, but when I was looking I did rediscover this beloved gem in Black Panther Vol 4 #31 that proves T’Challa agrees ~

Note that lovers are paired up — Kitty/Piotr, Rogue/Gambit, and then we got Yukio sensually feeding Ororo grapes (while Logan lounges off to the side). Yukio’s inclusion is relatively out of nowhere, she was not present in X-Men at the time and hadn't been seen in a few years.

I mean fine, this X-Men Orgy isn't real, but the word “insecurities” is used when T'Challa wakes up, and who can blame him? Ororo/Yukio were some of the biggest recipients of Claremont gay subtext! Up there with Mystique and Destiny before they became canon!

ANYWAY, I know the poll's ended now and Ororo lost (for shame voters, for shame!), but I really wanted to post that Black Panther panel. For shame.

#I’m like a month behind on comics (to MY shame) so uh if there have been any... developments since. I don't know them #but the yukio/ororo 80's subtext! beyond the flowery affection and Ororo’s heart's desire being to run away with Yukio-#Ororo’s relationship with Yukio was about accepting her emotions and allowing herself to stop repressing-#-the result of which was Punk Mohawk Storm! ...so. yanno. it's some claremontian lesbian subtext if anyone ever saw it.#thanks for running this fun tournament op! I’m sorry some people are being so mean!#I do want to clarify I am joking when I say 'for shame'- good for Erik! even if Ororo deserved it more. I hope Dani beats Erik.#oh and I love Forge TO DEATH but it was rumored he was created to discourage the lesbian Ororo allegations... I don't think it worked #words by seaweed #ororo munroe

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 8

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Word Count: 4.6K

Issa can’t keep her composure if it was handed to her. “Lawrence, I didn’t know you were doing waiter work...food service...I mean I didn’t know you worked here!” Issa stammers, like occupation political correctness is most important right now.

Lawrence adjusts his black bowtie before, tapping his pen in his notepad. “Yeah, it’s kind of a side gig I got going right now until I get Woot Woot off the ground.”

“You’re still trying to make that happen? That’s what made you lose your job in the first place.”

Lawrence scoffs. “”No, the company not believing in something good before everyone else was doing it got me LAID OFF, not fired. But yeah, thanks for reminding me in front of your...date?”

T’Challa noisily slurps his water, bringing the glass down a little too hard on the table to bring Issa’s attention back to him.

Issa shakes her head in embarrassment. “Right, this is T’Challa. I’m working with him at We Got Y’all in an international collab kind of thing.”

Lawrence checks him out suspiciously. “Yeah I think I heard about it online on some gossip site. You’re from Africa, right?”

“Wakanda, yes. Small country that I’m the King of. It’s actually on BBC, CNN, many cable news networks almost everyday since I’ve been here.” T’Challa says matter of factly.

“And T’Challa, this is Lawrence, my...ex.” Issa adds hesitantly.

T’Challa offers a hand. “I’m sorry for your loss, Lawrence.”

Lawrence peers at T’Challa with a slight attitude. “Will I go to jail for doing something else with my hand besides shaking yours?”

“Well I doubt you could lose your job again, so....” Issa snipes.

T’Challa laughs genuinely. “It’s ok Lawrence, I understand. I come to you in good faith.”

“So is this a business meeting or…” Lawrence says, getting nosy.

*Issa’s inner conscience* ‘Nah nigga this is nunya meeting; as in NUNYA BUSINESS! Like how the bank teller bitch you fucked on my futon wasn’t my business. Or maybe like how your unemployed ass left a permanent dent in the couch next to Frank Ocean was none of my business! When you said you were focused on getting bread who knew it came with butter, bitch?! But what is my business is how I got a new nigga who’s rejuvenating my pussy one stroke at a time. Best be leave the royal penis STAYS clean, ya brokeness! I oughta Remember the Time your ass to a pile of dust, which ya dusty ass, Radio Shack ass, ‘may I refill your glass, sir?’ head ass-’

“Well right now we’re just trying to order food, so,” Issa looks intently at her menu. “If you wanna grab someone else to help us, that’s fine.”

“No, this is good. Got a King who’s paying the bill, might as well earn the tip.” Lawrence smile at Issa while nodding towards T’Challa.

“Well, did you jot down what I told you before?” T’Challa asks reviewing the menu once more.

“Yup, the shrimp dinner and the chicken marsala.”

“Good. Have you had experience as a waiter before?” T’Challa hands him the menu.

“Long time ago, but I’m really more into technology.” Lawrence says.

“Oh, so is that what Wot Woot was from? What is it exactly?’ T’Challa asks.

“We don’t have to get into it tonight, especially since I’m hungry and the order isn’t in yet.” Issa reminds them through her teeth.

Lawrence waves her off. “Don’t worry, this’ll be quick. So Woot Woot is an app that’s a social media app that keeps track of your friends locations. So when you’re near one, it goes-”

“Woot Woot?” T’Challa says.

Lawrence snaps excitedly. “That’s it man, or your highness! Sounds cool, right?”

T’Challa rocks back and forth. “It’s a bit out of date, is it not? So many things have location trackers, and to have an app solely based on that, is like having holo-air boards with an incandescent headlight and a bell.”

“A what now?” Issa asks.

Lawrence purses his mouth. “Yeah, it was in development for a couple years and corporate politics kept shelving it so…”

“I do have some family that are into tech. I would help myself but I’ve been busy…” T’Challa takes Issa’s hand for emphasis on the subject in his sentence! “But here’s a card with their info. Give them your pitch and maybe they can help tweak it for you.”

Lawrence takes it, thinking it over. “I...think I’m good, but thanks anyway. I’ll get your bread and drinks.”

As Lawrence walked away Issa spoke under at a whisper. “I’m sorry about that.”

T’Challa smiles sweetly. “It’s ok. I’m not surprised you have broken some hearts along the way. I just hope it doesn’t affect our dining experience.”

Issa sighs. “You don’t know the half. I wasn’t very...good to him. He didn’t try, but neither was I….I don’t wanna get into it.”

“You don’t have to, that’s not what tonight should be about. Whatever the case was, I have only known you as woman who does things with intention. You have a heart for the community that has made me even more excited for the start of the center here than I could’ve been before. And then I just so happen to work with someone who resembles the the core of a vibranium mineral being struck with pick axe.”

“What does that look like?”

“It’s beautiful, creates sparks that twinkle like a falling star….but explosive and volatile.” T’Challa pauses a moment. “Maybe that wasn’t as poetic as I thought it would be.”

Issa laughs. “No, it’s nice. Thank you.”

T’Challa kisses her hand as Issa looks back towards the kitchen area where Lawrence and a couple other waiters juggle orders.

“I’ll be right back.” Issa excuses herself making her way to Lawrence, who barely notices her standing by.

“Hey. How are you?” Issa asks awkwardly.

Lawrence looks at her with an unreadable expression. “We got the introductions out at the table, we good.”

Issa’s chin collapses in her neck. “I know you’re not mad, are you? You moved on, I did too.”

“So if you know we’re good, why are you over here now?: Lawrence chastises.

“Why are you being like this? “

“You come up in here with your new boyfriend, the King of Africa and shit and I’m supposed to just sit back and serve y’all? You know what that feels like?”

“I thought you were good! It’s not like that though.”

“It’s automatically like that. I felt low before but now you puttin me under your foot with this new nigga Issa, I’m not tryna be a witness to that.”

Issa scoffs. “Then don’t! Get your tip and we can part!”

“You think Imma lower myself to taking his tip? First he throws his resources in my face, downing Woot Woot, now I’m supposed to hand him a bill with a smile for 20%, you buggin!”

“Lawrence, this is the reason you aren’t getting nowhere. You think you can do all of this by yourself, but you can’t! You need help but you won’t ask for it! It doesn’t matter if it’s a stranger or who I’m dating, you can’t take criticism.”

“That’s why you went behind my back with ole boy instead of talking to me right?”

“I DID TALK TO YOU! I tried sooo many times, and yeah, I shoulda talked to you then to but we were so past that at that point-”

“And I’m past this Issa. I’m good.” Lawrence says.

T’Challa comes up behind Issa. “Are you ok? It sounded loud over here.”

“Yeah that’s the cooks man, they get noisy with orders and shit. Don’t worry bout it, yours coming out soon.”

“T’Challa, I think I’m ready to go, actually.” Issa says walking away.

Oh ok. Don’t worry bout it. Have a good night!” Lawrence yells after her. T’Challa and Lawrence stare at each other for a beat before Lawrence shrugs and goes back to his tickets for the night.

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Molly checked her playlist on her phone to pick the perfect category curated for a twockin good time. Pressing play, Molly oohs at the beat dropping on Janet Jackson’s ‘Go Deep’ on her 90s queue. She twirls in her living space as the aroma of buffalo wings snakes around her nostrils tempting her to take another taste test just to make SURE sure that the meat was cooked to perfection. Before she could go for it, her phone rang: picking it up she sees Erik’s name light up. Luckily for her, fucking him on the first date didn’t wind up in a ghosting situation. They’ve been quietly inseparable for a minute now.

“Whatchu doin callin me boy? You know this Girls Night!” Molly asks in an accusatory manner, jokingly on her FaceTime

Erik laughs slow, looking like he just took a break from a smoke session. “I’m just tryna have a night with MY girl, you hear me?”

Molly smiles leaning on her counter. “Whatever man, you better not be interrupting shit. They should be here any minute.”

“That’s cool. I’m just tryna figure out the next time you wantin to hit the mile high club? I can get my hands on a jet that’ll take care of the work so you ain’t gotta wait for me to land and jump my bones like you crazy.”

“That was a one time thing, I do not trust you on any aircraft. Damn near killed me with your tricks!” Molly scolds him while turning off her oven.

“Shiiiit, you got your revenge on me there, in the car…”

Molly leans on the counter. “And it coulda been at your spot too if you wasn’t actin all tired.”

A knock on the door interrupted the list of their future indiscretions.

“I gotta go! I’ll talk to you later old man.”

“Pssh, aight. Big talk, Mol.”

Molly bounces over to the door, pausing before swinging the door open with a squeal.

“Ahh!! Oh! You’re early!” Molly says, excitement slightly diminishing as Tiffany puts a stank face on in her direction.

“Uhh, fix your energy. I lugged four bottles of Moet and some Fiji for me, up your long ass flight of steps, me and my baby will fight you for the blatant disrespect.”

Molly takes the bags out her hands. “I didn’t mean it like that, thanks Tiffany. Have a seat, you’re the first one here.”

Tiffany whips her blonde hair back with a quickness. “First? These heffas pulling a fashionably late move on us?”

Molly shrugs. “You already know what time it is.”

Tiffany goes to the kitchen to pick up a wing. “I do, and it’s past my bedtime! These wings are going to bring me closer to that!” Tiffany smacks loudly on a her morsel of chicken, enjoying the salty, spicy sauce off her fingers.

“There’s napkins in there too ma’am.” Molly calls from the couch, flipping through channels.

“Speaking of things that need to be wiped down, how’s you and Erik doing?” Tiffany asks, waddling over to join her.

Molly laughs a little too loudly. “Whatchu mean? We’re having fun, and it’s….really been fun too.”

Tiffany cocks her head to the side. “I can tell, you’ve loosened up a little bit more since meeting him, putting spring in your step.”

“And he keeps me hopping!” Molly chuckles. “I don’t know what it is, but he brought out a side of me I barely remember having anymore. With work and all these lame niggas, I forget what a real cool one is even like.”

Tiffany licks her fingers. “Well, ‘cool’ doesn’t last a lifetime, like the weather. And he sounds like a seasonal nigga to me.”

Molly rolls her eyes, pouring some wine for herself. “Good thing your opinion doesn’t run my life.”

A knock at the door brings a wave of relief over the both of them as Molly trots to open the door.

Molly brings out a big smile for it to drop just as quickly. “Oh, hey, are you….Issa’s co-worker?”

Nakia smiles politely. “I am, Nakia. Nice to meet you.”

Nakia holds out her hand for Molly to take while she gains her bearings.

“Yeah, of course! Nice to meet you! Wow, you’re gorgeous. Come on in! Not everyone is here just yet.” Molly closes the door behind Nakia. Tiffany waves from the couch.

“How are you! I’m Tiffany Dubois, one of Issa’s friends.”

Nakia offers waves back. “Yes, nice to meet you as well. This is a lovely place you have.”

Tiffany scoffs, twirling her honey blonde hair. “Oh no, this isn’t up to my code of residential requirements. This is Molly’s bachelorette pad.”

“Tiffany, you recommended me this place!” Molly exclaims.

“I brought some sweets I hope you all will like.” Nakia offers a container that was too fancy to be plain tupperware..

Tiffany perks up. “Ooh, where are they from?”

“I made them actually. I had some spare ingredients and a craving so I figured this was the perfect time to whip something up.”

Molly thanks her. “You can put it on the counter in the kitchen. Grab a glass of something to drink while you’re at it.”

“No! Grab a whole bottle! We have plenty!” Tiffany insists.

Nakia does so, setting her tray opposite the hot wings. “So, how long have you and Issa been friends?”

Molly starts. “For a loooong time. Almost half our lives now.”

“I came around later, but I like to think I really elevated the class in us all.” Tiffany adds.

“Bitch, what?” Molly looks over at Tiffany, who doubles down.

“You all were eating 2 for $20 appetizers and $5 hurricane slushies and the Trops Bar for fun. But with me, we have tasteful dinner, sipping wine in art galleries, all kinds of high class activities.”

“You do remember partying at the Dunes with them gang bangers almost setting her place on fire and you got so high off their supply, you and your husband conceived that night, right? Also, I’m a lawyer in this expensive ass loft, don’t tell me I ain’t high class, that’s Kelli and Issa’s trapping asses.”

Just then some raps start banging on the door to the beat of Grinding by Clipse, extra loud making Nakia jump slightly.

Molly gets up. “Speak of the devils.” As she goes to open the door, Kelli is bent over twerking her ass in the air Issa keeps the beat on her door, smiling with her whole teeth.

“Get the hell off my door with this shit y’all, DAMN!” Molly scolds. Issa ends her concert, smacking Kelli’s ass to cut her ass performance short.

Kelli straightens up, walking on through the door. “Ain’t my fault, I stand for my national anthem and that means face down, ass up!”

Issa walks in behind her scanning the room. “Hey Tiffany and oh Nakia, I didn’t know you’d be so on time, I would’ve came earlier.”

“No you wouldn’t’ve. Cuz I asked you to help me cook these damn wings but all I heard was drool and snoring on your side of things.” Molly says, heading to the kitchen.

“You know I take nap before girl’s night cuz alcohol makes me crash fast…” Issa mutters. “Anyway I brought the hot Cheetos and ranch to snack on!”

“How many bags?” Molly asks.

Issa looks around her feet, behind her back, checking her pockets. “One, duh!”

“Is! How the fuck are we supposed to snack on one bag of Cheetos between five bitches?” Molly exclaims.

“Tiffany don’t eat them! Kelli been getting heartburn bad lately, so she don’t fuck with the spice, Nakia? You had these before?”

Nakia studies the bag. “ I haven’t, no.”

“It’s nothing but cayenne and cancer, it would be tragic to ruin that good immune system of yours with this American fuckery.” Molly quips.

“Why are you fighting over it then?” Nakia asks.

“Because they are delicious! I grew up with these, and I’m not dead yet so I’m good!”

Kelli pops her tongue from the Moet bottle tickling her tastebuds. “And bitch, don’t think I can’t still go in on some hot Cheetos. I just gotta pop a calcium tablet, don’t get it twisted.” She turns to Nakia. “So, are you the princess we have heard so much about?”

Nakia smiles humbly. “No, not at all. That would require a marriage to the King, which is not happening.”

Molly walks in with the wings on the coffee table, Issa has plates and napkins.

“And T’Challa is...a king right?” Tiffany asks slowly.

Nakia sips her drink and nods. “Yes, and that ship sailed a long time ago.”

Issa almost choked on a flat hanging out of her mouth. “It got that serious between you two?”

Nakia shrugs, shifting in her seat. “We’ve known each other all of our lives, so when things changed to a romantic relationship, it was always taken seriously. But I have my own life that I want to live that does not fit in the traditional queen setting.”

Kelli stutters. “Oh shit, you….you can do that? Just telling the King no?”

Nakia laughs. “It’s not a dictatorship! I can tell him no when I want to, I can come and go from the country as I please, plus he knows better than to try me on most things anyway.”

“Oh so you got a hold on him good?” Molly asks, her eyes whipping back to Issa for a cosign.

Nakia finishes her drink. “It’s not just me particularly. The women in our country are held in an equal and in most cases higher regard than the man. It hurts me to see these women in other lands I’ve visited being treated unfairly and violently because they are seen as second class. It was an eye opening experience. That’s why I know T’Challa enjoys Issa’s company so much. She is a strong personality, not a people please, and intelligent. Of course very beautiful.”

Molly pushes Issa a little with her shoulder as she tries to hold back a smile. “Oh stop. I don’t even do a lot. Plus my makeup routine been so nonexistent, I need to get back on it.”

“Ok bitch, this ain’t your birthday, so I won’t sit for all this overcomplimentary foolishness.” Tiffany says pouring a small glass of the Moet for herself.

“But at least that means this wine is kicking in, y’all feeling all extra happy and loving. Don’t go kissing each other now.” Kelli snorts as she polishes off a wing.

Issa rolls her eyes. “But Nakia, really thank you for that. I was feeling really insecure about T’Challa and you, that I thought I don’t stand a chance.”

Nakia reaches across to tap Issa on the knee. “You don’t have a chance. You have an open and unadulterated opportunity to get to know a great man. I would never stand in his way, nor would I stand in yours.”

Issa smiles at her genuinely, squeezing her hand and sharing a moment with Nakia. She couldn’t believe how supportive Nakia was being but maybe it helped that T’Challa and her are friends first. And T’Challa showed no inkling of being back and forth between them so maybe she was just being extra paranoid. He even took running into an ex of hers as better than she would. All this made the possibilities with T’Challa that much more difficult for her to imagine.

“Now that we all waited to exhale, let me get some dirt on m’boyfriend M’Baku! My mm-mm good to the last drop! He got any spare hoes running around the States?”

Nakia pauses to think. “No, but I know he’s had a harem of choices back home.”

Kelli gasps, looking horrified.

Tiffany touches her back. “Kelli? You ok?”

Molly joins in. “Yeah? Were you getting serious with him?”

Kelli swallows hard. “So...he’s got a gang of women over in Wakansas?”

“Wakanda, yes.” Nakia says curtly. “But he’s not a bad man either, it’s just his custom.”

“So...I got somebody that is able to maintain that level of sexual prowess. To keep multiple women and new ones on a regular happy with that shaft?” Kelli shouts, clapping her hands as the other women look around in confusion. “Bitch, bring them brownies in. We are celebrating today!”

The ladies share a laugh as Nakia goes to bring her container of delicious looking brownies.

“I hope you like them. They are custom for parties, especially meeting new people.”

She cuts some pieces, and serves them around the group as everyone specifies their preferred pieces: corner, center, edge. They are an instant hit as the girls whoop over the moist and rich density of the baked good. Their laughs bounce off of the walls as they open up to each other more and more about themselves. If anyone were to witness them, they would appear like long life friends with Nakia. After their dessert, the wings went even quicker.

“Damn, you know I wanted to fuck y’all up for bringing nothing but a bag of hot Cheetos to this dinner party with ya cheap asses, but this shit is hitting!” Molly says in a relaxed manner, leaning over her plate to take a healthy bite of her wing, chasing it down with a chip.

Kelli is leaned back with Tiffany drifting off on her shoulder. “That’s cuz...the hot Cheetos are the appetizer to every meal. Think about it. Cheetos. It starts with ‘cheat’. That means, it’s the cheat code to every meal. It unlocks the flavor….of whatever you bout to eat!”

Issa slowly turns from her lean on the arm of the couch. “Kelli that has to be the smartest shit I ever heard you say.”

Kelli nods emphatically in agreeance.

“So, Nakia….first of all, you the MVP for this dessert.” Molly starts. “But you gave the scoop on Issa and Kelli’s flames, what about mine? Wassup with Erik?”

Nakia sits back in thought, clearly the most lucid of the group. “Well, we have not known him as long. He’s long lost family of T’Challa’s, first cousin.”

Issa smacks Molly’s leg a little too hard making her wince. “Damn girl, the fuck was that for!”

“Shit, my bad. But we would like double date or something. Girl, our children would practically be siblings. That shit mad cute!”

“No they would not, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Molly says. “So not much to say other than that?”

Nakia picks up her wine glass. “I didn’t say that. There’s plenty to get into, just a shorter span of time he became acquainted.”

“Tell us!” Kellie bellows to the ceiling out of the blue.

“Him and T’Challa didn’t get along too great when they first met.”

“Oooh, cousins fighting! That’s some Black shit.” Issa says.

“And of course Erik wanted to kill T’Challa, so when he didn’t succeed, T’Challa almost killed Erik but gave him another chance and started trying to rehabilitate him since then. I think it’s going well since Molly seems taken by him.”

Molly stops to stare at Nakia. Issa squints, raising her hand like a child in class. “When you says Erik tried to kill T’Challa, you mean like kill you like fuck you up real bad or kill you like first degree, capital felony offense type shit?”

Nakia purses her mouth. “The latter.”

Molly begins to breathe in and out deeply and frequently.

Kelli’s head pops up, stirring Tiffany awake. “Molly fuckin a murder? Oh shit!”

“He didn’t murder him! He didn’t do it, T’Challa’s alive!”

“Nah bitch, he didn’t SUCCEED. Which means he meant to fully end Issa’s dudes life. Girl, did he choke you when y’all fucked, cuz that could be him testing the waters-”

“Molly, I’m sorry if this upsets you. I thought that this may have been brought up by now.”

“Well, we’ve only been on like a date and a half so it’s still fresh.” Molly says. “But they are good now? Even after all that?”

Nakia nods. “Yes. T’Challa has a kind heart, and respect for the son of his father’s brother, especially with all he has been through. Erik is Wakandan but never group up knowing this side of his family, so he understood Erik’s anger.”

Molly relaxes a little. “I guess, that’s a happy ending. I still gotta talk to him about this, no way I can let this go without his side of it.”

Issa nods. “That’s right, you doin great sweetie. Hear him out.”

Tiffany stretches and yawns. “I told you girl. ��Seasonal ass nigga.”

Nakia reasons with Molly.. “It would be noble of you to talk to him about it. I’m so surprised you didn’t know. What did he tell you the scars were for?’

“What scars?” Molly asks.

“The scars covering his torso. They represent….maybe I should let him explain it.” Nakia’s voice trails off.

“Are they scars from his fight with T’Challa?” Molly asks.

“Girl, how you not know he got scars on him? Y’all fucked right?” Kelli asks.

“Yeah, but it was quick and we didn’t even get our clothes off for real...Nakia, where are they from?”

Nakia looks down. “I should go. I can’t tell you without giving away his past. He should be the one to tell you.”

Nakia gathers the leftovers of her dessert and issues goodbye with the group. Tiffany and Kelli follow next.

“Hey girl. If you need pointers on a prison pen pal relationship. I won’t say I know about how to sneak shit in for him but…” Kelli makes motions with her head and winks so boldy she might as well have said what she meant.

Molly’s eyes widen impatiently. “I hear you. I won’t need your services tonight so thank you, buh bye!” Molly leads them out the door, leaving her with Issa.

“Hey, how are you?” Issa asks.

Molly puffs out her cheeks. “I don’t know girl. I haven’t dealt with this before!”

Issa nods. “Well I know you have your standards on guys so if he doesn’t fit, just make it a quick cut while you can.”

Molly makes a face. “What do you mean I have standards with guys? Like I’m nitpicking or judgy?

“No! But I mean, if you can’t make it work with a guy that made less money than you or experimented with a guy once years ago, but give your key to a married man, I think you should put your standards under review at least in this case.”

Molly walks away from Issa. She could never take blunt criticism outside of the law firm well, and from her best friend is even worse.

“So I guess I’m that big of a mess huh? Now I let a murder fuck and what, I’m gonna be his next notch in his belt?” Molly hisses with contempt.

Issa sighs exasperatedly. “He hasn’t hurt you now! Just meet him in a well lit, well populated area and ask him upfront what’s good.”

“You sure have all the answers. What about you? T’Challa is a part of this conversation too.”

Issa scratches her neck. “I mean, I wasn’t going too…”

“Huh?”

“I said….I wasn’t going to BUT, maybe I will.”

Molly nods. I think you should. If y’all go the distance, he could run into shit like this on a regular. Assassination attempts, missions that call for him to fight. You really tryna be the right hand of a man in all of that?”

Issa hadn’t thought of that. He is a King after all, and political figures are constantly in need of protection and close watch, but he is so active that’s hard for anyone to keep up with. And America really doesn’t give a shit, so if he died could she handle? Would she be tapped to lead? Would he ask her to live in Wakanda with him?

“Thank Molly, now I’m paranoid. How can I see him with all that on my brain?”

Molly scoffs. “Join the club girl.”

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