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memes-in-a-half-shell · 2 years ago

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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 7

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I wanted to write more but I gotta STAHP

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The clock was ticking. With every rooftops skipped, Donnie knew that he was getting farther away from where he was actually supposed to be. At least 15 minutes ago. This night patrol was leading to nothing and his brothers only wanted to scan around the area for any troublemakers. It was a waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of purpose. As they finally stopped on top of a building, overlooking a busy street, the tall terrapin took his chance for an escape...

"Guys, I really need to head back."

The three other turtles turned around to face the other.

"... Why? Need a bathroom break?" started Mikey.

Donnie frowned: "What? No! I have some code back home that I had left to compile. And since this patrol is fruitless right now, I'd prefer to check on it."

He noticed Leo and Raph exchanging a glance, the leader than showing some annoyance.

"Can't it just wait? Who says there can't be anything happening soon?"

"Don't ya wanna spend some time with your brothers?" cut in Raphael.

The purple clad one faked a smile: "I think we already spend much time all together." He didn't want to get their approval. "I'll see you all back at the Lair."

For crying outloud, he was a full grown adult! He didn't quite get himself why he'd need some sort of approval or anything. As he went the opposite way, he quickly flicked his itinerary on his wrist, heading towards his intended destination.

As the three brothers watched the other go, their eyes squinted gradually, following Donnie's path as he kept going across rooftops.

"Is he not gonna drop down for the sewers?" asked the orange one.

Leonardo was already getting suspicious.

"... I don't think so. He must be up to somethin'."

"Let's see what the nerd's up to," added the red banded terrapin.

"You read my mind," concluded the blue one. "Let's move."

***

It took him unfortunately another 15 minutes to reach the abandonned music store, making him 30 minutes late. As he got to the rendez-vous point, he found the rooftop empty, his mind already worrying that he must've been so late that Vee probably headed back home already. Getting his phone out so he could text her and apologize, he barely started to type when a faint sound stopped him as he walked close to an entrance to the building. ... It sounded like music.

He found the door unlocked, the sound already clearer when he peaked inside. Heading down a staircase, Donnie was then walking into a hallway, his path leading him towards a doorless entrance that gave view to a large room. There were still some old instruments here and there, all covered in a thick layer of dust. And that's also where he saw at one corner of the room an upright piano, a presence sitting at it. Vee was peacefully playing, even though the instrument had some keys not perfectly tuned anymore. The terrapin took a moment to take the scene in, somehow entranced by the skills she was exhibiting. There was this grace in her performance; it was like witnessing a hidden part of herself. ... He felt bad to announce his presence by stepping in and clearing his throat a little.

The woman immediately stopped, looking over her shoulder and showing a smile as she saw him.

"Well well well, look who finally showed up!" she said.

"I'm so sorry," started the mutant as he got closer. "It took me some time to finally get out of patrol.

Vee got up, grabbing a cup she had left on top of the piano, handing it to the male.

"No worries, it gave me a chance to get some practice in. Here- I got you a coffee, but it might be getting cold now. I already drank mine."

Donnie accepted it, already taking a sip. He grimaced a bit after noticing its lukewarm temperature, but still drank the beverage anyway.

"What you were playing sounded nice, what was it?" he asked inbetween sips.

"Ballade slave, by Claude Debussy," answered Vee, first looking at the instrument fondly. "... Anything composed by Debussy is an absolute favorite of mine." She glanced back at the turtle. "But don't get the wrong idea, piano is not my primary instrument. I'm only an amateur - I've learned most of it by myself."

That surprised Donatello a little: "Then what is your main instrument? I know you've studied music, but didn't check for what exactly."

The woman held her head high, her grin filled with pride.

"I'm all about the good ol' saxophone! Spent many years with it, alongside singing. I've also composed in my spare time."

"Well, now I'm curious to hear all of that!"

"All in due time, turtle," added Vee, coming closer. She lightly tapped his left arm, then extending her hand in a waiting gesture to get something. "But first, the data, if you please?"

The mutant smiled lightly, already getting to a pouch attached to his belt. He handed the human a USB stick, then his eyes wandering to her forehead as she inspected the hardware.

"May I?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

Seeing him point towards her bruise, Vee simply shrugged with a "sure", then feeling the mutant's free hand move some of her hair aside only to get a better view of her left side. The wound was mostly superficial at this point, her bruise now in the usual blueish coloration. His thumb softly brushed against it.

"Does it hurt?"

"If I apply pressure, yeah," answered Vee. "... Don't worry, I won't die. Not yet."

"Wouldn't want that to happen," he added, still looking over.

A quiet chuck escaped the woman, somehow amused to be given any value. As the inspection was over, she brought the key up: "So, what am I expected to find on there? Any specifics or points of interest?"

Donnie tapped something to his right wrist, allowing a device on the upper part of his right backpack strap to come to life and bring holo screens into view. Different schematics appeared, alongside command lines and various codes. Scrolling through some information with a simple movement of his hand, Vee could only observe in awe at such a display.

"I don't want to say I'm jealous, but I kinda am," she said, now standing next to him and looking over the data.

Her awe did not escape him, smiling to himself as he brought something of interest into proper view.

"Surprisingly enough, the Purple Dragons have been looking into biometrics. Fingerprints, facial and voice recognition, even medical devices such as blood monitors, and probably more. It all seems to come to down to collecting data about individuals, but something tells me there might be more... "

"Meh, at least I can give the biometric recognition stuff to my client. He'll be happy enough," shrugged Vee.

"You might be more interested to give him information about specs and powerful hardware the Dragons have been developping. ... I would advise not to deliver the metrics data."

"Then why did you give me the information if you don't want me to do something about it?"

Donnie next brought up different news articles into view, their titles all relating to a similar subject.

"People have been disappearing out of nowhere," he started. "It's not at an alarming state so far, but I suspect that as soon as the technology will be more widespread, those instances will only grow higher. ... Call it a hunch, but I'm inclined to believe that they're looking for specific individuals, based on their biometrics."

Vee snorted in amusement: "What, you want us to play detectives together then?"

"We did agree to work together. So in a sense, yes."

Right. Bringing the Foot Clan down. She couldn't see yet how investigating the Purple Dragons could ever lead back to the other criminal organization... But if it allowed her to spend more time with the turtle and get her hands on the green ooze, then she could entertain this idea.

"Alright, boss, whatever you say."

"We'll need to establish a plan on how we'll spread our research," he said, closing the holo screens. "Who are they dealing with, where are they storing the information, are they sharing the data? I'm also expecting us to do some break-ins as well."

"Does your family agrees to that? ... Personally I'm not really looking forward to working with them."

"They, uh ... still don't know," he admitted. "We'd be going without them."

Vee was instantly amused, showing a sly smile as she was then facing him, toying with one of his mask's tails.

"Oh, so I'm your dirty little secret then?"

"Don't say it like that," puffed the terrapin.

She playfully tapped his plastron, then starting to make her way to the rooftop.

"I'm just teasing you," she added. "I can't deny being surprised by your behavior, that's all."

The other followed her: "I'm not too fond of keeping secrets, but that's all I can do for now."

"Sure thing, buddy. Keep telling yourself that and you'll soon find yourself on the dark side, just like me!"

They got outside, Donnie soon getting a hold of her arm with his free hand.

"You just need some guidance to get out of it."

Vee frowned: "I'm a lost cause, turtle."

"If you keep lying to yourself, sure."

Vee's lips formed a thin line, strangely conflicted. His faith in her seemed awfully misplaced; a naivety that was either genuine or hopeful. She'd never really had anyone see her as anything else than a nuisance, even less so as someone that could ever achieve any good. She left a hand against his, her tone lightly sarcastic only to accompany her forced smile:

"When the world will stop being shitty to me, I'll believe and be your damsel in distress." She got out of his hold, playfully wailing her arms in theatrics. "Oh, Donatello! Save me from this life of villainy!"

The terrapin didn't hide his amusement, watching her act out as he finished his drink - with a renewed grimace. Crushing the cup, he was about to throw it at the trashcan down in the street that Vee stopped him, pointing at the object in his hand.

"Can you teach me how to throw it in correctly? Last time I tried when you were away, but failed miserably..."

"Huh, sure!" he answered, surprised by her request.

Donnie handed her the crinkled cup, both then side by side and facing the street.

"It's all in the wrist," he started to explain. "Once you get a feel of the object you want to throw, you'll be able to determine what kind of force you need to apply to your flick. Think of it like throwing a basketball, but instead of going upward, you'll have to aim downward."

"Woah, I can barely make a goal with a basketball, you're already losing me there."

"Wait, here-"

The terrapin got behind her, his right arm going over hers - mimicking her movement - as his left hand got a hold of her right elbow. He slowly went through the motions, explaining the physics behind them and how she'd need to aim. Vee was grinning all the way through, suddenly enchanted by the proximity. His hold felt strong, yet gentle and precise... To be encased in his arms in such a normal occurence felt like a step she never knew she'd achieve.

"-and then youuuuu- flick!" mumbled Donnie, his right arm lightly following her movement as she threw the cup over.

The object reached its destination with a satisfying clunk, Vee instantly celebrating with cheerful giggles.

"Watch out, NBA, I'll be the next top player," let out Vee, turning around to the male.

"Grow some more, shorty, then you'll be good to go," teased Donnie with a wink.

"Dream crusher!"

***

"Aye, look at him go, what a player," commented Mikey in amusement.

The trio had been watching Donatello and Vee on the roof, witnessing that little teaching moment. Leonardo exhaled sharply, clearly disapproving the situation.

"... I told him to wait," he said. "Why is he going against us?"

"Well, she does look good," added the orange clad turtle. "Can't blame him for going after that ass."

"She does have a nice ass," said Raph. "We got a nice shot of it one time when Donnie was hackin' into her stuff."

"Guys, can we focus?" stopped Leo with a sneer, exasperated.

That got quiet chuckles out of the other two, the leader still overlooking the scene. As he guessed that Donatello and the woman were saying their goodbyes, he turned to Raphael.

"Raph, you feelin' up for some interrogation tonight?"

He had asked while pointing towards the human.

"I need you to find out what she knows and to have her stop talking with Donnie."

"Didn't he want her to help or somethin'?" questionned the red clad one.

"Doesn't matter right now. Casey wants her out for the moment. We don't know her motives and it's better that she stays out of the picture."

Raphael sighed with an eyeroll, conceeding: "Aight, chief. I don't think she'll like seein' my face after the warehouse, but whatever..."

As the large one was on his way, Leo next nodded to Michelangelo.

"Let's go. We'll meet Donnie at the Lair."

"Just don't be too harsh on him," commented the other terrapin as they were next going. "You know he wouldn't act against us."

"Let's hope so, or else he's in serious trouble."

***

Donnie wasn't surprised to arrive first at the Lair, greeting his father who was meditating at the center of the main room. To keep the mood quiet, he headed for his workstation, already opening windows at his compute to continue his previous searches. His mind did wander back to Vee for a while, remininscing about that small moment they shared. Hanging with her was always ... interesting. Although he could sense her general disdain for things that were deemed "right", he also knew that she was still mindful to it and sometimes gave it a clear thought. And, frankly, he was starting to appreciate her general being. She was funny, quick, and a good-looking one - that he couldn't deny. Donatello was genuinely starting to care for her... Something he never knew could happen towards anyone that wasn't a relative or long-time friend.

He heard commotion coming from the entrance, steps approaching his way. Peeking away from his screens, it didn't take long before he saw Leonardo standing next to him, brow ridges already frowning.

"What part don't you understand of 'keep her out of it'?" asked the leader

Donnie was taken aback by such a start of conversation.

"... What are you talking about?"

"We saw you with that woman, Don. We know you're still seeing her."

It was now the purple banded mutant's turn to frown.

"I should've known," continued Leo. "That night at the Purple Dragons' warehouse, the way you were interacting with her. Tell me you did ask her to come when we were there."

"No," confidently replied Donatello. "I had no idea she'd be there. It was a complete surprise."

"What does she know? What did you tell her?" the blue one's tone rose.

"That's none of your business."

Oh Leo didn't like that, his nostrils lightly flaring.

"When it comes to this family and critical missions, it sure as hell does. I told you to wait before contacting her again!"

"Well I've waited for too long already!" spat Donnie, getting to his feet and looking down at his brother. "I'm tired of waiting and doubting and not taking any advantages when they're right in front of us. Wake up, for fuck's sake, we need all the help we can get!"

"Donatello!" interjected Splinter's voice from his meditation spot.

Both males were fuming, something that was unusual between them two.

"Stop talking to her and let us do our job," ordered the blue terrapin.

"I won't let you stop me," added the tall one. "We might be onto something, and I can't let her go now. We need to team up."

"Don't be like that, Donnie. I swear, if you don't stop-"

"Enough, Leonardo!"

That time both turtles stopped, turning around to the old rat and Mikey standing nearby. Their father came closer, clearly disapproving of their dispute.

"I did not raise you boys to go at eachothers' throats," started Splinter. "I already have enough with you and Raphael," he added, pointing at Leo. "I won't have you starting that behavior with Donatello as well."

"Sensei, he-"

"If you want to make your point clear, speak, don't shout. The roar of an ocean deafens, unlike the peaceful flow of a river."

"Woah, deep," commented Mikey.

The group took a pause, the leader taking in a deep breath simply to calm himself. As he was about to speak again, Donnie realized something:

"Wait, where's Raph?"

When Leo didn't speak, Michelangelo took it upon himself:

"He went after that woman, bro. Leo asked him to follow her."

"Mikey!" snapped the blue clad one.

The tall mutant didn't wait up, already fearing for Vee as he rushed past his older brother and went for the exit. Leonardo was about to go after him, but was stopped once more by the rat.

"Let him go. We will talk again when he'll come back."

***

As Vee got home, the first thing she did was to plug the USB key into her computer, verifying that all the files Donnie showed her were indeed present. Noticing the biometrics information, she paused, weighing her options.... In some swift clicks, she opened her conversation with her current client:

smooth_criminal: Here are the agreed files. And as a reason for my lateness, I may have sensitive information to offer for an additional price. I would advise not skipping that opportunity, especially if you want to stay ahead in the game.

... Sure, Donatello had told her not to share the information, but she could still try to sell it...! If the guy said no, that'd be it! Or else, it wasn't her fault. That seemed reasonable enough.

Her attention snapped when she heard a knocking sound at a window - the one that gave to the fire escape stairs. At a first glance from afar, there didn't seem to be any presence next to it. Vee frowned, cautiously getting on her feet and approaching the glass. It couldn't be anyone else than him....

"Donnie?" she said after opening the window and peaking out of it.

Did he forget to tell her something?

"I think ya better start forgettin' that nerd."

She glanced up, noticing a presence sitting at the level above in the metal stairs. As soon as Vee noticed the stranger's shape and their red accents, she gasped and instantly backed inside her living room. The large terrapin came down, then making his way in as well. Compared to Donatello, he was taking much more space, Vee instantly feeling smaller than she already was. Raphael first glanced around the room, taking in the view until he landed on the woman.

"I was expectin' more of an evil lair look, but I guess looks can be deceivin'."

"What do you want?"

Vee was trying her damned best to not appear afraid. The behemoth was only getting closer, backing the woman until she bumped her back into her kitchen table. Getting a sai out, the turtle placed the blade below her chin, lifting her face so she could get a better view of him.

"I wanna know what you know," he started. "We believe Donnie's been going behind our backs, and that ain't very professional of him."

"He didn't tell me anything," said the woman. "We were just hanging out."

A quick chuck left Raph: "Ya want me to believe that?" But he was quickly back to a serious look. "Do bettah than that, smooth criminal."

He got his blade away, prefering to look around the apartment some more.

"We know he wants your help in our... mission. But let's just say that right now not everyone in our party wants you included."

Vee was trying to calm her shivers, lightly rubbing under her chin.

"... What's your stance on this?" she dared ask.

The mutant took seat at her couch, the furniture creaking a little but still standing. His gaze followed her as she slowly made her way towards her computer desk.

"Frankly, I don't give a shit," he answered. "But the moment I find out you're goin' behind our backs, ya gonna regret the moment you were ever born."

Vee let out a weak laugh: "What, you'd kill a woman?"

"Do ya think I ever killed anyone?"

Their eyes locked, Raph obviously wanting to gage her reaction and thinking. The human could barely hold it, frankly a bit scared to truly know... And he indeed did not clarify.

"What do ya know?" he asked once more.

"Nothing important..."

"Woman, I swear, ya better talk-"

"I don't care about your damn 'taking the Foot clan down' mission," cut Vee, raising her tone. "Look, I only saw names and now Donnie thinks that the Purple Dragons are maybe kidnapping people. That's all I know." She pointed towards her opened window. "Now get the fuck out of my apartment!"

Raphael was back up again, his stance menacing as he approached Vee once more. In a flash, the woman grasped a pencil laying on her desk, holding it firmly as if holding a knife sideways, ready to strike. The terrapin stopped, first looking at the makeshift weapon with wide eyes. He instantly exploded in laughter:

"That ain't gonna do shit against me!"

Vee finally realized her position, frowning at her hold. Seeing the turtle still laughing, she prefered to then throw the pencil at him in a fit of rage mixed with fear. That stopped the terrapin right away, his frown instant.

"Don't try my patience, it's very short," he warned.

"Please, go away," she said in a small voice.

Raph tsked, gesturing her whole frame.

"Ya call yourself a villain? Look atchu; all shaken up and shit."

Vee could only shake her head a little, trying to calm her shivers once more: "... I never meant to become a villain. I had no choice. I didn't know what else to do."

... She never thought she'd acknowledge that in such a moment, especially with someone she barely knew. The terrapin frowned, as if disgusted by her weakness.

"Ya ain't no danger," he noted to himself. "Fuck, everyone's getting all paranoid for nothin'..."

He only needed to grab Vee's shoulder, getting her closer only to make himself clear.

"Keep yourself out of our stuff. If we spot you with Donnie again, it's not gonna be just me bargin' in here."

"Next time I'll be prepared," let out Vee.

That got a quiet chuckle out of Raph, letting go of the woman and gently tapping her cheek in amusement.

"Sure, doll."

He next made his way towards the window, giving a glance at the human before slipping out. Looking inside one last time, he pointed at Vee:

"Remember; stay outta our shit!"

And with that he disappeared. ...

Vee remained frozen for a moment, somehow expecting him to come back in at any second. Once she realized that was truly alone, she feebly made her way towards her couch, sitting down and letting her face fall into her palms. She really did say that outloud... She really did say that she had no other choice... At once the weight of many mistakes fell down on her, along the fear she just experienced. She felt like nothing more than a cornered prey, biting down on more than she could chew instead of running away and saving herself. Every actions she ever took had lead to this moment, this horror. This feeling that she was alone in the world, unable to escape this vicious cycle she had fallen into. Tears left her without effort, falling back into her couch, face still hidden in her hands after she'd remove her glasses in a swift movement. Her chest felt heavy, unable to breathe and get any clear thoughts. She wanted to escape. She wanted to run away. She wanted to disappear and never be found again.

"Vee?"

She jumped, a hand over her heart as her eyes went instantly to the still opened window. Without her glasses Vee couldn't really make out the shape of who was there, but by the voice's tone she knew it was Donatello. He didn't even ask if she was okay. He must've noticed her tears. Instantly getting in, he removed his backpack only to make himself more comfortable and then headed her way, sitting down by her side. Vee squinted, trying to better decipher his traits with her shit vision.

"... What are you doing here?" she questionned, her voice raspy from sadness.

"Raph was here, didn't he?"

She vaguely gestured towards the window: "You just missed him. Go out and you should catch up to him."

"I won't."

"Then what do you want?" she asked dryly.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay," he simply answered, gently.

That shut Vee up, her harsh eyes now softening. She couldn't bare looking at him as she felt some more tears coming up, her chest clenching.

"... Why do you care about me?" she said in the tiniest, most broken tone.

That next got some sobs out of her, trying to hide herself once more. She barely heard a soft "come here", next feeling her frame get enclosed between arms and soon against the turtle's form. ... Vee never allowed herself to be this vulnerable in front of anyone, but this time she didn't hold back. It did feel nice at some point, the terrapin's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions, tenderly nuzzling the top of her head. At once, the woman felt safe.

She knew that he truly cared.

((Part 8))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #I'm sorry to any Raph lovers - I know I'm writing him a bit like a bastard :')#he'll be better later - I promise #also Leo is a bitch AS USUAL HAHAHA

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lbaasluec · 1 year ago

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Genshin Impact OC - Balthazar - Daybreak Axe

Personal Information

Full Name: Balthazar

Sex: Male

Birthday: March 17

Constellation: Leo nemeaeus

Nation: Mondstadt

Affiliation: Knights of Favonius

Weapon: Claymore

Element: Pyro

Aliases/Nicknames: Balthus

Titles: The Solar Lion Knight; The Daybreak Axe; The Daybreak Knight

Talents

Normal/Charged Attack: Favonius Bladework - Glanz

Normal Attack: Perform up to 4 consecutive strikes.

Charged Attack: Drains Stamina over time to perform continuous slashes. At the end of the sequence, perform a more powerful slash.

Plunging Attack: Plunges mid-air to strike the ground, damaging opponents along the path and dealing AoE DMG upon impact.

Elemental Skill: Erupting Pyre

Balthazar holds his claymore over his head and brings it down with all his might.

Press: Performs a downward slam in front of Balthazar that causes the ground to erupt with flames dealing AoE Pyro DMG.

Hold: Performs a leap towards the closest opponent slamming his weapon into the ground with a grater force dealing AoE Pyro DMG over a larger area.

Generates 2-3 Elemental Particles if it hits at least 1 target off of a Press, and 4-5 Elemental Particles if it hits at least 1 target off a Hold.

Elemental Burst: Benevolent Daybreak

Balthazar gathers Pyro energy shaping it into his Daybreak Axe. The Daybreak Axe floats by his side for 10s.

While present, the Daybreak Axe increases Balthazar's resistance to interruption. The Daybreak Axe will unleash a coordinated attack every 1.25s dealing AoE Pyro DMG. Once its duration ends, the Daybreak Axe will slam into the ground crating an eruption of flames at the point of impact, dealing AoE Pyro DMG to nearby opponents.

The DMG dealt by the Daybreak Axe increases over the 10s duration, reaching its peak after 5s. If Balthazar leaves the field or dies, the Daybreak Axe will slam into the ground immediately and dissipate.

1st Ascension Passive: Nigh Impenetrable Hide

Increases Balthazar's DEF by 50% of his ATK.

4th Ascension Passive: Strength of the Sun

Balthazar gains 20% ATK and 25% Pyro DMG Bonus.

Additionally, the Daybreak Axe deals additional damage equal to Balthazar's ATK. Beginning at 10% of his ATK gradually increasing to 35% of his ATK.

Utility Passive: Training of the Lion

Mora expended when leveling a Character is decreased by 50%.

Additionally, while Balthazar is in the party all party members gain double Companionship EXP and Character EXP from all sources except Character EXP Materials.

Constellations

1st Constellation: Pride of the Lion

The Daybreak Axe created by Benevolent Daybreak can now be shared between Balthazar and his party members. The Daybreak Axe will now slam into the ground only if Balthazar dies or it reaches the end of its duration.

2nd Constellation: Bask in the Sunlight

While the Daybreak Axe is present the active character and nearby allies heal for 25% of Balthazar's ATK every second.

3rd Constellation: First Light

Increases the level of Benevolent Daybreak by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

4th Constellation: Sol Invictus

The effects of Nigh Impenetrable Hide are increased to 75%. Balthazar also gains an increase to his ATK equal to 75% of his DEF.

Additionally, the duration of Benevolent Daybreak is increased by 15s.

5th Constellation: Rising Heat

Increase the level of Erupting Pyre by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

6th Constellation: Ferocity of the Solar Lion

Balthazar is now able to create 2 Daybreak Axes when using Benevolent Daybreak. Both Axes will initiate a coordinated attack every 0.5s.

While the Daybreak Axes are present the active character receives a flat 25% increase to their ATK, DEF, Crit DMG, and Crit Rate.

Additionally, every 2 Normal Attacks will create a miniature Daybreak Axe that attacks alongside him dealing Pyro DMG to all opponents struck by the attack equal to 25% of his ATK.

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petri808 · 2 years ago

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Cover art by @kiliinstinct 💜

Nalu fantasy AU Chapters 1-5 here

6 | 7 | 8 | 9 finito

~~ Thank you for your patience, here is the final chapter. Happy Holidays! *contains smut*

As the wind funnels past her face, for the first time in Lucy’s life, she feels a sense of peace washing over her. The fears of her father’s reign and legacy no longer chains her to a past she’d rather forget. Instead, she can take with her into the future happier memories like her mother and look forward to making new ones with Natsu and her new found family. It’s exciting! Scary… but mostly excitement for what’s to come.

“So, Natsu,” Lucy asks as they fly home. “Wanna explain to me the mating ritual now?”

“Honestly…” An awkward smile takes over Natsu’s face as he rubs the back of his head unconsciously. “I don’t know exactly how it works.”

“Eh? Then what was the whole worry about?”

“I know some of it… and there’s a part I know will be painful for you because you’re not a Draco.”

“Oh… like how painful?”

“I’m not sure— you’re… it’s well, there’s a part that causes changes to your body that’s what’s painful. And… there’s a chance your body won’t accept it… so that’s why I was afraid you wouldn’t be strong enough.”

“Wow… that’s… that is a scary thought… do you think I’m strong enough?”

“I do— I mean I’m still nervous, but I wouldn’t go through with this if I didn’t think so.”

Lucy reaches out and takes hold of his hand, squeezing it. “Then I trust you.” She looks around. “By the way, where are we going? This doesn’t look like the way back to your house.”

“Oh, I’m taking you to my home village so an elder can perform the ritual.”

“Wow, so I get to meet your family?”

“Yeah.”

Lucy blushes with hesitancy in her voice. “Is the ritual… sexual?”

“No, why?”

“N-Nothing, just if your family is around… that would be awkward.”

“Oh!” Natsu chuckles then grins causing Lucy to blush deeper. “No, that part takes place after we go home.”

The fire Draco village is like where Natsu has built his home, in the valley of a mountain range. He explains how it is a dead volcano, the various peaks are old vent cones made of solid lava rock, and the valleys are eroded trenches between them. So, it looks like a mountain range now. A perfect place for fire wielders. It’s home to the elders that govern over the fire Draco’s as well as families that decided to live there in homes carved into the rock or in homes on the ground. Young males like Natsu often leave home only to return for rituals like the one he and Lucy are about to go through.

They land outside of a specific cave carved into the rock halfway up the mountain face, venturing in through a fire torch lit tunnel that soon opens into a cavern. Natsu takes Lucy’s hand as another older male Draco, bigger than him walks up to them. While there are physical features in common, this male has long red hair tied back in a loose ponytail. His eyes are more orange in color, and his horns are twice the size indicative of age.

“Natsu?”

“Hi, dad.”

“What have you brought here?”

“Dad, this is Lucy, Lucy my dad Igneel.”

Lucy bows her head. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“No sirs here, just call me Igneel. So, what brings you home, my son?” Igneel teases. “Or should I just guess based on the hand holding?”

“This is my intended mate,” Natsu proudly puffs out his chest. “We need to have the mating ritual performed.”

“Are you sure son? As a Fae, you know what the consequences could be.”

“I know, we talked about it.”

Igneel turns his gaze. “And Lucy, despite the warning, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” She squeezes Natsu’s hand with a flutter of her wings, and gazes at his face with a sparkle in her eye. “I love Natsu enough to try anything.”

“Very well. I will make the necessary preparations. Why don’t you show Lucy around in the meantime.”

Lucy stops him briefly. “Igneel, I do have a question first. He said it changes my body, like it’ll make me look different?”

“Oh, no. It just makes it so you can’t be burned by his flame. Each Draco’s fire is slightly different, so this adjusts their mate’s tolerance accordingly. If it’s another fire Draco, the process is fairly benign, but for other species… it’s a heavy toll.”

“Oh…”

“Are you truly sure about this Lucy?”

Her body straightens in a stance of strength and steels her resolve. “Yes, I am.”

The couple spends the afternoon acclimating to the village. It has been some time since Natsu visited, so there are many new faces around. They chat with several, but there’s one in particular Natsu wants to introduce Lucy to. He takes her to another cave entrance similar to Igneels explaining it’s another elder, and best friend of his fathers.

“Uncle Atlas!”

“Natsu!” The burly Draco picks him up and squeezes him in a bear hug. “Welcome home!” He sets Natsu down.

“Uncle Atlas, this is my mate Lucy, erm, soon to be mate.”

“How’d this boy land such a beautiful Fae like you?” The man chuckles. “Make him treat you like a Queen.”

Lucy blushes. “He already does.”

“Come,” Atlas pats the couch. “Sit. Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Once the couple take a seat, Natsu launches into the whole story about Lucy’s father, the kidnapping, and getting her back. “That’s why we need to get this done before I lose control again.”

Atlas had sat quietly through the story without a discernible expression, till now. “Do you know nothing about your lineage Lucy? The Heartfilia line has always been spirit wielders. Some of your ancestors are well known in our world.”

“I guess my dad didn’t know. He was probably just interested in the wealth of our clan.”

“Well, if you’re as powerful as Natsu describes, it sounds like you have taken after your ancestor Anna Heartfilia. Her magical prowess and compassion have not been reached— till now perhaps.”

Lucy’s eyes widen in surprise. “I had no idea… thank you for telling me.”

“Uncle Atlas how do you know so much?”

Atlas slaps Natsu on the shoulder playfully. “Boy, I’m not an elder just for my age!”

“Oh, right!” Natsu chuckles.

They stay for another hour just chatting, when another Draco comes by to let them know the couturier is ready.

Atlas stands. “You kids head over to Talia to get your ceremonial garments done.”

“Right, okay. See you at the ceremony!”

“I look forward to it.”

Nightfall first finds the couple separated for their garment measurements. Lucy watches in awe as a magical loom creates the fabrics to be used. She’s never seen one before. It takes a spool of cotton and weaves the strands into fabric without any help. This makes the process faster, so in minutes a bolt of fabric with enough to create a few outfits is already complete. But that’s not the only special part. Color is added to the fabric based on the conjurer’s direction.

“This is such a pretty fabric!” Lucy can’t help but be awed as she stares in the mirror. The dress is a full length, open back, boned halter top that flows gently from the bottom rib to the ground. It’s ombré color starts out a dark yellow near the top, slowly transitioning to orange then red.

She takes it off for the final adjustment and hands it to Talia, then changes back to her regular clothes.

“You do look beautiful in it,” Talia agrees. “We’ll do a final fitting in the morning. I should be done by then.”

“Thank you!” Lucy hugs the female. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lucy walks outside of the cave and realizes that Natsu is still inside. So, she sits down on the edge overlooking the valley because the cave is several wing beats from the ground. It’s a beautiful sight with fire light strewn from the caves and homes doting the area. Above her, the stars are out in all their glory. She wonders why Natsu chose to move away from this place. It’s a very scenic valley full of lush foliage with a natural spring nearby and the protective aspect of the mountains are another useful feature. Then again, for a younger Draco it’s probably boring to just stay within a village. She chuckles quietly to herself as she imagines Igneel trying to control an adolescent Natsu.

Suddenly, a male Draco lands behind her. At first Lucy thinks nothing of it, assuming he’s there for the couturier as well. But without warning, she’s grabbed by the back of neck and yanked up.

“Hey! What the hell?!” Lucy fights back, screaming and scratching at the hand and trying to see who it is. She’s forcefully spun around and pinned against the rock face. The Draco is taller than her or Natsu, with wild reddish orange hair and sporting tattoo markings on his chest. “Who are you?!”

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” The Draco sniffs at her neck as he speaks.

Lucy cringes away, but the male holds firm. He’s quite strong! “Let me go!” She screams again. “Or Natsu’s gonna—”

“Natsu’s gonna what? Hurt me? Pfft, he’s never won a fight against me.”

Lucy’s eyes widen, but she holds back from showing any more fear. “How do you know Natsu?”

The male sneers. “He’s my little brother. I’m Ignia, Igneels oldest son.”

He shoves Lucy against the wall again, but suddenly let’s go of her neck when a loud roar bellows from the cave. Ignia stands back with hands on his hips, posturing just as Natsu comes flying out of the cave.

“You bastard!” Natsu screams, barreling into Ignia so hard they both go over the edge.

Lucy screams and dives for them but is grabbed around the waist by one of the courtiers to stop her. Don’t, they tell her, it’s too dangerous for her to get between those two. They watch as the two males dart through the dark skies. Fuzzy images sending fire balls and streams at each other or colliding in aerial battle. This goes on for several minutes when other males including Igneel are seen flying towards the pair. Lucy breathes a sigh of relief, surely Igneel can get them under control.

It takes a bit to catch the pair, but the other males finally get the upper hand. Igneel has Ignia by the neck when they land outside of the couturier’s cave, while Atlas is holding onto Natsu to keep them apart. Igneel forces Ignia to apologize to Lucy before he takes the Draco away. Atlas then releases Natsu who immediately pulls Lucy into his arms.

“Are you okay?” Natsu cradles Lucy’s face. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Lucy shakes her head no. “My back hurt when it hit the wall, but it’ll be okay.” She pulls back. “Oh, but look at your clothes, it’s a mess!”

Since he’d rushed out midway through the fitting, the garment is now singed and torn. “Come on Natsu,” Talia prompts, “let’s get you back inside to start over. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Lucy assures Natsu before heading back to Igneel’s cave where he’s set up a spare room for them. The day had gone so well only to end with a fight between the two brothers. When she arrives in the cave, she asks Igneel about it. He tells her Ignia and Natsu have different mothers and are 12 years apart in age. Ignia always felt like Natsu was treated better, but there’s no truth to it, as far as he’s concerned. No matter what he’s tried, the two just never get along. It’s like two mountains fighting for the same piece of land— neither wins and only a deep rift is created between them. But Igneel assures Lucy that Ignia shouldn’t bother them again.

The next day after lunch, Lucy goes in for her final fitting. The poor couturiers have worked so hard to get the garments ready for that night’s ceremony. But as she stands in front of the mirror in the finished dress, an excitement stirs in her core. It’s really happening. Her cheeks grow flushed, she’s about to pledge herself to Natsu for life!

There’s a knock at the door.

“Come in, I’m dressed.” Lucy announces assuming its Talia, but Igneel walks in instead. “Oh, hello,” she warmly greets the Draco.

“You look beautiful my dear,” the male smiles. “It warms my heart to know my son’s found his soulmate.”

Lucy blushes. “Thank you.”

He pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out for Lucy to see. “I have a gift for you. It was Natsu’s mothers.”

Lucy gazes at the necklace with a blue flame-shaped stone. “That’s so beautiful…”

“I know she would’ve wanted to pass this onto our sons’ mate.” He places it around Lucy’s neck. “Perfect.”

Lucy grows quiet in reflection as she stares at the stone. “Natsu said that if one mate dies, the other won’t last long after, dying of a broken heart…” she looks up with moisture-tinged eyes. “Is that true?”

“What is that boy thinking?” Igneel shakes his head. “No, it’s rare that it happens. Think about it, I’m still here.”

“That’s true…”

Igneel places a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “It’s true that sometimes a death can be so heart breaking that a mate may not want to keep living, but that in and of itself doesn’t cause the death. So don’t worry my dear.”

“Thank you, Igneel.” Lucy smiles and hugs him. “I feel better knowing that.”

“Then come,” he takes her gently by the crook of her arm. “It’s time.”

As Lucy stands at the entrance flanked by tall, open double doors three times her height, she can feel the nervous energy flowing through her. Of course, it is to be expected. Being bound to a mate is a lifetime promise that cannot be broken sans death. Igneel led her slowly along the torch-lit passageway, and with each step her thoughts drifted to all the events that led her to this moment. Running away from home and being caught by Natsu. It could have been another bounty hunter that found her, but was it luck or destiny it was the draco? In the beginning Lucy had been wary about his intentions considering he’d captured her with the intent to collect on her reward. He was no better than her father… and yet there was never a time that she truly feared Natsu. Something inside of her seemed to just know he could be trusted. And look at where it’s lead her. ‘I think mom would be happy for me,’ Lucy smiles to herself just as they enter the large cavern where the ceremony is being held. She’s found herself a good man who loves and cherishes her for who she is, supports her magic instead of fears it like Jude towards her mother.

The Draco’s and members of the village line several deep along the walls of the massive cavern. Everyone is dressed in their fineries to witness such a special binding ceremony for a village elders’ son. In the middle of the room, two drapes of ombré fabric like the ceremonial garments hang down from the ceiling spaced 12 feet apart. Between them stands a flame carved stone altar with a folded red cloth and pestle on top filled with herbs. Such a simple set up, but the energy radiating in the room spoke volumes of its purpose.

It is there at the alter that Natsu stands beaming with his child-like smile. Lucy can’t help but blush as she’s lead forward and her hands placed in his care. They’re stood facing each other while another female elder takes the red cloth from the altar. The female wraps the red cloth over their shoulders, weaving, circling it around them into an infinity shape to symbolize an endless relationship. What is it about ritual ceremonies that just heightens the atmosphere of anything that happens during it? The weight of the red cloth on her shoulders, the warmth of Natsu’s hands, even the air drifting over her skin feels unnaturally palpable yet exhilarating. This is it; she takes a good inhale to settle her nerves and squeezes their conjoined hands.

Igneel hushes the crowd of onlookers. “Thank you all for being here to celebrate the unification of my son Natsu with his chosen mate Lucy in a vow that will bind their hearts and souls to one another’s.” His smiling gaze swings between them as he speaks. “Their’s is a story born of trial and tribulations, for it is true my wayward son originally captured Lucy as a bounty and held her against her will.” Igneel chuckles as Natsu glares at him through the whispers circling the room and Lucy’s embarrassed blush. “But sometimes, that’s just what happens in life. When we feel like all hope is lost, fate intervenes in an unexpected way. It brought together two souls that needed something from the other,” he looks to Lucy, “courage,” then looks to Natsu, “and purpose. Overcoming adversity together has strengthened the simmering bonds you created and here today, the process will be completed with the linking of your souls.” Igneel then turns to the altar and picks up the pestle. “Let us begin.” He holds the pestle in front of the couple. “Please place your tokens into the bowl.”

“Tokens?” Lucy asks inquisitively, looking between Igneel and Natsu. “What’s that?”

“Toke… Oh!” Natsu’s face pales. “Sorry! I totally forgot.”

“Natsu...” Igneel palms his face. “It a personal item, something that is used in the spell,” Igneel explains.

“Do we need to stop the ceremony? Lucy asks.

“No, it’s okay,” Igneel assures, “we can use a drop of your blood.”

Igneel takes out a small dagger he keeps in his waistband. The other female elder helps to hold the bowl, then Igneel uses the dagger to prick Natsu and Lucy’s fingers, allowing a couple drops of blood to drip into the bowl. He takes the bowl back and utters a few words that Lucy can’t understand. “Kondo chi wo tori, karera no tamashii wo eien no karamaseru.” He blows a small stream of fire into the bowl, alighting the contents. It only takes a few moments for the bowls contents to turn to ash.

Using the ash from the bowl, Igneel draws an infinity symbol on Natsu’s forehead first then Lucy’s. As soon as he completes the loop, the symbols begin to glow a bright blue and triggers Natsu’s eyes and tongue to grow serpentine. He turns to Lucy. “It is time for Natsu to place his mark. The saliva in his bite will trigger a change in you, are you ready for this? Lucy do you fully accept Natsu as you mate?”

“Yes.”

He then turns to his son. “Is this your true decision? Natsu do you fully accept Lucy as your mate?” When Natsu says yes, Igneel simply nods and gestures for Natsu to take it from there.

Natsu takes a haggard breath with shaking hands as he reaches out to embrace Lucy’s frame. They’ve come this far and the fear of something going wrong now has him hesitating. Untill he feels Lucy’s hands clasped around his cheeks and her voice whispering softly it’s gonna be okay. He snaps out of these thoughts. “I-I won’t let you go, Lucy, I swear.”

“I know,” she smiles as she guides his head to the nape of her neck. “Now make me yours.”

The instant Natsu’s canines break skin, and his saliva contacts her blood, a searing heat of barbed pain races to every part of Lucy’s frame. She screams as her legs give out from the sheer pain throbbing in every joint and muscle.

Natsu braces the fall and pulls her into his lap, holding tight through her shivering convulsions, her distressing cries like daggers piercing his heart. He closes his eyes and murmurs a mantra with his head flushed against hers. “You’re strong Lucy, you can get through this Lucy. Stay with me. Stay with me…”

Is this what it feels like to be burned alive? Lucy’s skin is on fire, or at least that’s what it feels like. That searing pain you might feel from touching a hot surface, but instead of a hand it’s your whole body being dipped in boiling water. The shock on her body is just too much. Lucy’s eyes shutter close as she slips into unconsciousness.

Lucy’s body temperature has risen far higher than Natsu’s ever felt from the Fae before. Her normally pale skin is flushed and feverish with tiny beads of sweat creating a sheen coating. This is making him very nervous… Her heartbeat is too fast to be working properly. Suddenly, the shivering stops and Lucy’s body goes limp. Her breathing has ceased and… “I can’t feel her heartbeat!” Natsu looks frantically at his dad for help, “what’s happening?! Lucy!” Natsu shakes her. “Lucy, stay with me damn it! You can’t do this!” The tears blur his vision as he hugs her to him. “Please, Lucy…”

All the air felt sucks out of the room as everyone’s collective breathing hitches in tenuous anticipation. Then as suddenly as she’d gone limp, Lucy’s eyes pop open and she takes a large gasping inhale as her body lurches forward into an upright sitting position.

“Lucy?! I thought you’d died!” Natsu quickly hugs her tight as a collective sigh of relief is heard echoing throughout the cavern followed by cheers of celebration all around them.

After a pause, Lucy answers, “I think I did.” She randomly touches parts of her body as if confirming this is no illusion. Everything looks normal, but she’s sure she remembers a moment of pitch-black silence where all the pain was gone and everything felt peaceful. Yes, she’s sure she felt like she’d transcended from life till she heard a voice. “It was brief, but I think I did.”

Natsu’s face pales at the revelation that he’d come so close to losing Lucy. Tears well up in his eyes from the pain in his soul, “I’m so sorry I put you through this…”

“It’s okay, Natsu, I’m still here,” Lucy turns around, straddles and pulls him close, resting his chin on her shoulder. She cradles his head and threads her fingers through his hair. “But don’t you feel it now?”

“Feel what?” He sniffles.

Maybe Natsu’s too wound up to feel it. “The connection between us.” Lucy pulls back to cup his cheeks, gazing with a soothing smile. “It feels like a thrumming sensation throughout my body that’s hard to describe, but I know that’s what pulled me back. Your voice, like two strings being connected I heard it call to me right before I woke up.”

As Lucy spoke, Natsu’s mind and body began to calm. Her soothing voice is a lullaby to his inner Draco, and sure enough there it is, his adrenaline rush morphing into a new pulse he’s never felt before. Natsu moves in and plants a barrage of sloppy kisses on Lucy’s lips. “My mate, my mate now,” releasing a rumbling purr from deep in his chest causing Lucy to giggle.

For the next hour, the couple spends the time being congratulated and chatting with the guests that had come for the ceremony. But with nightfall coming in a couple of hours, they say their good-byes and head back to Natsu’s— well, their home now. There’s one last thing to do to consummate their bond.

Towards the deepest part of Natsu’s home there’d been a stone door Lucy remembers seeing before that’s kept magically locked. She always assumed it’s just a safe room because of its construction. Now as they stand before it, Natsu explains as he releases the lock and opens the door it’s a marital den for fire Draco’s. The entire room is solid rock carved out from the mountain just like the other rooms except this special bedroom has no windows and the door is solid rock instead of wood. He opens a second stone door from inside the room and shows Lucy a bath area that’s twice the size as the other one in the home, then a third stone door opposite the bath leads to a walk-in closet. Against the back wall is a large stone bed frame with a normal looking mattress on top.

“Why is everything made of stone?” Lucy questions.

“Because stone doesn’t burn.”

“Doesn’t burn…” as Lucy processes the answer and a realization hits, her cheeks flush red. “I see, but the mattress?”

Natsu chuckles. “It’s made with a special fire-retardant fabric.” With a smirk, he pulls Lucy to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Shall we test it out now? Because I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

With a coy little giggle, Lucy runs her finger slowly down Natsu’s chest. “Then don’t. Embrace me mate.”

Like a whirlwind in nature, the pair is gripped by the lustful energy pulsing through their bond, tossing clothes haphazardly and hands flowing, swirling over flesh as they stumble onto the bed. This is the first time for both, but instincts take over and guide the way. Natsu lays prone over Lucy pinning her to the bed, their hands, fingers entwined and held beside her head, he noses at the nape of her neck licking and sucking at the healing bite mark that seals their fate. With every stroke of his tongue against the marks, it sends an electric shiver through Lucy’s frame. In response, she rubs and grinds against Natsu’s crotch to satiate the building heat of her loins. Not like she can help it when his hardened cock is practically wedging itself in her folds and pressing on her entrance.

His kisses move on, traveling slowly from her neck to her chest, stopping to sightsee before journeying on to the next location. When Lucy briefly opens her eyes, she sees that Natsu’s serpentine eyes and tongue features have returned— feels the flicking of his tongue against her pert nipple, her back arches slightly to chase after his lips suckling her breast. By then, Natsu has let her hands go in favor of squeezing and fondling her supple breasts as they mold to his hands. Everywhere his mouth latches onto, she can feel the vibrations of his rumbling purr seeping through. His deep purrs are such an adorable turn on, both soothing and stimulating Lucy feels it more deeply now since they’ve bonded.

Lucy sucks in a breath as Natsu’s oral ministrations move down to her torso where she’s a bit ticklish and sensitive to touch, trying to control her reaction. It’s to no avail as the giggling moans eek out and mix with the sounds of sucking swirling through the air. What sensual melody are they creating? Moans and groans of varying octave combining with flesh tones of skin-to-skin contact— now add in lewd slurping as Natsu dives between Lucy’s legs and clamps down over her sex, sucking at the delicate button and lapping up the flowing juices building between its protective folds. She cries out, her body twisting and thighs clamping against his head from how good it feels. Lucy takes a quick peek and finds Natsu looking up at her as he toys with her body. When he catches her, he stops briefly and flicks his longer tongue while pressing a finger against the rim of her entrance. Understanding the non-verbal communication, she shakes her head desperately, but he merely grins and sticks his tongue into her entrance as far as it will go.

“Not there! Natsu!… Oh gods!” Lucy’s body shudders. She grabs his horns desiring to stop him but without the strength or resolve to follow through. “Oh… gods…” his tongue exploring like there’s buried treasure and now his fingers thrusting in and out… heat’s mounting like a dam bursting at the seams. “Natsu, I’m cu—” her voice turns soprano as a wave of shudders take control over her body and white noise blankets her mind.

He places a chaste kiss on her inner thigh, left side then right, letting his lips linger over the skin before sitting back on his haunches. Lucy’s pheromones have left his mind in such a drunken euphoric state, the taste of her essence, even her heavy panting as she comes down from her high is making his cock painfully hard.

“Please, I want more…” Lucy’s mewling pleads.

Who is he to refuse his mate? Natsu adjusts her hips and lines up, entering slow and steady to let her body adjust to his girth. He whets his lips, drooling over how sexy it is to watch his cock fill Lucy up. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Natsu grunts out when fully seated. His brain short-circuits for a second as he stares down at his mate spread wide for him, eyes glistening, begging… flushed and fevered— almost pained. His cock twitches, yes, he too feels the intangible connection of their bodies.

Natsu kisses her forehead… her lips… her neck, biting down a second time. Unlike the first bite, any pain is overshadowed by an aphrodisiac effect and all Lucy can focus on is their physical connection. Their bodies meld in horizontal undulations, the mellow rocking thrusts of his hips to her arching back. Sloppy kisses between the moans and sighs, mixed with the vibrations of Natsu’s gravelly purrs. His hands… everywhere he touches her skin it leaves a burning wake, so hot and bright… Lucy’s eyes crack open briefly. “Fire,” she mumbles, but Natsu only grunts in acknowledgement. His body is covered in a bluish flame and while Lucy can feel the warmth, it doesn’t hurt at all. Just, “wow,” is all she musters before fading back into hedonistic pleasure.

All around the sounds of their lovemaking echo off the volcanic stone which protects but also traps the building heat in the room. Natsu’s thrusts have risen steadily along with Lucy’s octaves. Over and over he plunges headlong as Lucy’s sex swallows him whole. Her fingers grip tightly to his arms and nails dig into his scaled skin while her legs hook onto his thighs, pulling as he pushes in a demanding manner.

“Lu— fuc—“ Natsu clenches his jaw through the shuddering release spilling his seed deep inside of his mate, satiating his inner draco. He embraces Lucy, winding his arms around her body and tangling their legs without pulling out, kissing her mark and lips. “All mine,” he grins through the kisses.

“All yours,” Lucy purrs in return.

Natsu rocks his hips and grinds against her sex, tempting the overstimulated area with his cock for more.

Lucy giggles a moan and pulls his face in for a kiss, whispering, “guess we won’t be sleeping tonight…”

How long has it been since the day of the ceremony? The young mates revel in their new bond for the next week never leaving the home once. Through countless hours of love making, they explore every inch of each other’s bodies learning all the little nuances that make them tick. It’s only when their food supplies run low that the couple finally takes a break. That’s when Lucy suggests they go to the hui to see everyone and give them the news.

“Plus, I really wanna get my hui symbol,” Lucy shimmies and flutters her wings in excitement.

“Okay, okay!” Natsu kisses her forehead with a chuckle. “We can go.”

The last time they visited the hui things ended in disaster so it’s nice to overwrite that memory and start fresh. Even the flight over feels lighter. Lucy was too nervous to really enjoy the scenery, so now as they cross the land realizes how much she’d missed. When they arrive at the waterfall, they’re taken aback, or rather Natsu’s annoyed to find Levy and Gajeel relaxing on the riverbank, yet somehow Lucy’s not as surprised as she thought she would be. Levy seems like a good-hearted person so giving the rogue draco a chance was a possibility. She too chose not to harbor any ill will. Before Natsu says anything, Lucy weaves her arm through the crook of his arm while also squeezing the bicep with her other hand to send a message. She greets the pair amicably and learns how Gajeel had apologized, and they’d had a long discussion so now everything is okay.

“I still don’t trust you,” Natsu glares at Gajeel.

But Gajeel just smirks in response. “Read the room punk, ya ain’t got nuthin I want anymore.”

Just as Natsu is about to retort. “Come on Natsu,” Lucy tugs him to the entrance of the hui. “See you guys inside!” She waves to Levy and Gajeel.

In full Natsu style, he burst through the hui door declaring— “We’re back!”

Which sets off a wave of welcome backs and congratulatory greetings from everyone there. It’s all very nice, but Lucy has a mission to fulfill before the festivities can begin. So, they seek out Makarov who’s drinking at the bar area like usual and he takes them to his office.

“Ready?” Makarov holds the magical stamp over Lucy’s hand.

#nalu #nalu fan fiction #fairy tail #enslaved #ch 9 #finale

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years ago

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Chapter 149 Expert Review Time

Hey gamers what’s up time for another CHAPTER 👏 REVIEW 👏

It was looking kinda bleak last time for pretty much everyone so I’m hoping things improved this time around, but it seems Murata and ONE are kinda going through their “I’m going to put my characters through the MOST” phase so… that feels unlikely. But nevertheless… still excited to see my favorite boys.

The 10000th Psychic Sister cover. Murata, I’m begging you. There’s literally like 30 other characters to choose from. I know you like drawing boobs but imma need you to put the pencil down for a minute and take a walk because this just ain’t IT.

“Summer is coming” it is July. Summer has been here for ten years. I’m so fucking hot all the time. Everything has been evaporated out of me and I’m literally a raisin.

The Psychic Sisters covers are just so devoid of life a lot of the time… I wouldn’t mind if it was them fighting or engaging in everyday activities but when they’re posed for the camera and deliberately placed there to look sexy it just sucks all the human out of them. The cover/splash page is a great chance to show characters in a new light!!! It’s mostly set away from the story so you can do whatever you want! Choosing to make 80 fanservice covers is just wasted opportunity for what could be additional character development. It’s gotten to a point where even the smegma-slinging bitchboys on Reddit are complaining about the excessive sexy covers…. When PussySlayer384756 complains that there’s too much tittage being shown, that’s how you KNOW we’ve got a problem. Now, idk how the fan climate is in Japan but I can’t imagine they’re feeling much different over there either.

Also, her anatomy is… janky. Her tit is bigger than her head, her belly is too long, and she’s got like 4 spare ribs. Like, I’m by no means an art expert but it doesn’t take a chef to know the soup is shit, you know what I mean? I feel like page after page of Murata drawing obscene muscle men has made him rusty on what should be (somewhat) normal-looking people.

Darkshine learns what TRUE peak male performance looks like.

You’ve gotta wonder how Darkshine even got to the S-Class to begin with when he pussies out of nearly every single fight… except the one where the opponent was literal water. Everyone says that he just joined the association for additional validation, and I believe it… this boy is not cut out for actual hero-ing. 99% Of the time HE’S the one who needs a hero.

It kinda bothers me how useless he’s been post-Garou fight, especially when we spent like an entire chapter trying to console his ass. I get that’s part of his character and development… but it’s begun to slow things down. We get it. We don’t need to see him be insecure every time a new enemy pops up. One was enough. We would’ve gotten the same effect if he just sat out the entire time post-consolation, because everything that’s happened to him on the surface has been kinda redundant.

Here comes the boooyyy 🎶🎶

Nice callback. I’m glad Metal Bat is finally here. Bitch runs slow as fuck.

It’s nice to see him act on his own agency instead of orders from the hero association. He’s clearly much happier when helping out on his own accord, and has a ton of initiative too. The chapter he got with just he and King meeting up and slingshotting themselves to the fight was really a breath of fresh air from all of the fighting. It’s moments like these where ONE remembers that people like OPM for the characters, and not necessarily the pretty action sequences. I really like this duo. I like Metal Bat. I like it when they’re given time to be themselves and not just vessels for the next fight scene.

I know I said I wanted the heroes to die but Murata I’m begging you please don’t kill the child. You can kill Puri, though. I hate that fucker.

Child Emperor regularly visiting and eating with Bofoi even despite being his lab assistant would be a lot cuter if Bofoi wasn’t the human equivalent to a dog turd. I might’ve overstated that… seems like Bofoi is just using him as an errand boy. The clear lack of respect he has for CE is very indicative of his character and is not necessarily a bad thing plot-wise, but I would still like to beat him with a cane. Additionally, it’s clear that he’s not going to help the heroes here. At least, I don’t think so. His “fuck them kids” attitude seems to be a pretty big pillar in the building of his character and I doubt ONE would jeopardize that just because he’s written himself into a corner. Oh, well. We’ll see.

It’s very sweet that even when near death, CE still thinks of Zombieman. Aaaaghh it’s so GOOD when the characters actually LIKE each other. I know realistically not everyone is gonna be friends but man… it would be a lot cooler if we got more insight on their chemistry. Pleaz have more Metal Bat-and-King-esque chapters. I wanna see how everyone gets along.

Also, the concept of Puri just manifesting drilling powers and carving through solid rock with nothing else but pure strength and determination is so funny. A little convenient, sure, but I really don’t care because it’s actually done well. Their reunion scene is hilarious. More stuff like this pleaz….

I don’t even know what to say about Genos here. Dude, I know you made an oath to protect Tatsumaki or whatever, but there’s no shame in a good bail. You can’t even bail anymore because your damn legs are gone. See, this is what happens when you make promises. The secret to keeping your legs intact is doing the bare minimum. Hope this helps ❤️

He’s making a valiant effort but… I’m afraid he just ain’t gonna do much while roleplaying as a worm. Maybe he’ll make a chrysalis and come out as a butterfly. Wait, that’s caterpillars. Fuck. TATSUMAKI IS A GONER, BRO. WE NEED YOU TO BE THE DEUTERAGONIST!! IF YOU DIE WE LOSE 70% OF MERCH SALES NOOOOOOOO

Local man has a heart attack in front of thousands of little monsters and somehow saves the world, more at 5.

King I’m begging you please get that shit checked out that’s not NORMAL.

Yeah, I like this conclusion. Very tasteful cliffhanger. I mean we know King ain’t gonna do shit but SOMEHOW black sperm is gonna get punted like the little cumstain he is. Can’t wait to see the events that unfold next chapter… it seems like every scene that involves King turns out to be really funny and I’m super looking forward to black sperm seeing Jesus.

Also, a little off-topic but I just really like the way Murata inked his pants. Got a real comic book feel to it. I mean, he’s just really good at drawing clothes overall (save for Fubuki’s body-tight dress that is 100% not how women’s clothing works but I digress). Fucker understands fabric physics like I understand how to make a bomb ass chicken parm. I respect it.

In conclusion, lower everyone’s expectations of you and you might get to keep your arms and legs. This has been Life Lessons from Forrest. You now owe me 50$.

#one punch man #opm #zombieman #metal bat #child emperor #king #manga spoilers #I mean not really it’s been out for like two weeks now (I think)#Genos #Tatsumaki #puri puri prisoner #meta

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peachsayshi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 12 - Muse

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Fluff, Rough Sex (Light but Consensual), Light Degradation, Role-play (Reader In French Maid Outfit), Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Making Out With Gojo, NSFW, Unprotected Sex

Summary: You keep your promise to Gojo and the two of you enjoy a little bit of roleplaying.

A/N: I know it's been a while since I posted last. Here is the updated chapter (she is kind of long) and it's basically 5% plot where everything else is smut. I have been reading this same thing for over a week and spent most of today editing, so I hope it's fine! Please keep in mind again that I do not have a beta, and will highly miss a lot of things or even misspell them. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Requests are still open! I currently write for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Choso. Please make sure I can see your age on your profile, otherwise you will be ignored (minors dni)

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(Three Years Ago)

“Looks like someone is being spoiled…”

You glanced around your apartment that has been completely decorated in flowers. You started grinning like an idiot thinking of Haru’s promise to give you a garden before replying, “ it’s a long story... ”

“ Soo , things worked out after the failed anniversary dinner?” Gojo questioned, noticing the way you shyly bit your bottom lip as you returned your attention back onto the T.V. screen.

“ Yes, they did …” you answered casually, still holding that pretty smile on your lips. You were clicking the button on the remote as you switched between movies to pick one to watch for the evening. “I don’t think I gave you the full update…”

Gojo took a sip of his melon soda, before leaning back comfortably against your couch. “No you did not. Last time we spoke you told me you were going away for the weekend. So tell me, how did prince charming work his way back into your good graces?”

Hakone , the weekend getaway; memories of you and Haru’s trip flooded back to your mind. The onsen experience, strolling through nature by day, visiting art galleries and losing sleep at night just to make love…

“It was… perfect.” you whispered breathlessly, your heart skipping a beat after you gave Gojo the brief explanation.

“ How romantic… ” the sorcerer replied, doing little to hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, nudging your elbow playfully into his stomach. “Don’t be such a killjoy…”

From behind his dark frames, Gojo was reading your body language when you spoke. He pressed his lips together, not wanting to take away the happiness you were basking in and burying the thought that lingered his mind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked again, his eyes glued onto you as he patiently waited for your reply.

Your cheeks went warm and your reaction was to adorably bury your face into the palm of your hands, desperately trying to fight off the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You leaned back on the couch next to your friend, dropping your hands down by your sides as you tilted your neck to face him.

“ Hopelessly so… ”

Gojo swallowed hard, a sinking sensation pummeled through his gut upon hearing your words. Your eyes flickered when you noticed how his expression hardened but he quickly switched to a big grin.

“As long as you’re happy … ” he reassured, giving you a thumbs up.

“I am, very much so …”

“ Good!” Gojo replied, but the word tasted sour in his mouth and he quickly changed the subject. “Now let’s get back to picking our movie…”

What the hell am I supposed to do now? he thought to himself, the disappointment weighing heavy on his heart.

I can’t tell her yet…

I’ll just have to wait...

(Present)

Gojo was exhausted. His day was tiresome and everything seemed to be getting on his last nerves. His morning started off on a bad note thanks to the higher ups. Itadori Yuji swallowing one of Sukuna’s fingers was not what he expected but now he had a problem on his hands involving the life of another teenager.

A talented kid at that, Itadori definitely had potential...

Gojo was good at hiding his frustrations from his students, and even from some of his peers. However, the minute he stepped into the lobby of his apartment building, the weight of his day came crashing down on his shoulders. He exited the elevator, slowly making his way over towards his apartment door but paused for a second before entering inside the safe haven of his home.

He immediately sensed your presence.

You called him earlier when he was at the school, asking if you could stop by his place to pick up something that you had forgotten.

“Just ask the security to let you in, I’ll give them a heads up and inform them... ” Gojo distractedly replied before ending the call.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to himself, thinking that maybe you decided to stick around and hang out at his place.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. “Did you really miss me that mu-uhhhhhh…”

Gojo dropped his keycard on the floor, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of you standing before him. His heart literally stopped beating for a whole second and the sorcerer found himself frozen in the entrance of his living room.

“ Gojo-san,” you purred, turning your heel from the large glass window you were wiping and smiling as you faced him directly. “ You’re home...”

Catching the great Gojo Satoru by surprise was something rare but you managed to do it with ease because he always had his guard down around you.

Gojo admired the outfit you were wearing. Your black dress was short, very short, with the bodice buttoned all the way up to your neck and little puffy sleeves covering your shoulders. The white apron you were wearing over it was trimmed with little frills, matching the detailing along the collar. His mouth went dry when he reached your legs covered in a pair of stockings but he noticed the single garter wrapped around your thigh adorned with a tiny bow. You were wearing black pointed high heels to match the ensemble, adding a decent amount of inches to your height. The cherry on top was the white silky headband that was pulling back your beautiful hair.

Gojo had given up on your promise weeks ago, thinking there was no possible way you might actually follow through with his idea.

Yet, here you were , dressed up in a french maid outfit.

You placed the cloth in your hand in the basket on your floor. Your heels clicking against the wooden surface and echoing around his quiet penthouse apartment as you approached him, holding your head high as you confidently nestled into the role you were playing.

You gripped his attention, but couldn’t see how shocked he was from behind his dark sunglasses. As you stood in front of him you bent down to pick up the key card before elegantly standing upright and holding it up to his face.

“You dropped this,” you stated quite matter of factly, batting your lashes at him innocently.

The man had been rendered speechless.

You raised your brow as the seconds passed, waiting for Gojo to say... something.

He could sense your heart beat increase, as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you nervously glanced away from his direction. You dropped the act for a minute as you placed your hands around your waist to look down at the outfit you were wearing.

“ Uhm … did I do this wrong ? This is the only outfit I could find online that was even close to the idea you had and it took weeks to actually get here. I can...I can try to find another dress if this isn’t what you li-”

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, interrupting your comment and tilting your head up so you were looking at him as he snapped himself out of the trance you seemed to have put him under.

“No! No, no no …you look… fuck… you just caught me by surprise…” he replied, a wave of excitement rushing through him as he stumbled over his words. He proceeded to lower his sunglasses so you were met with azure eyes, softening his gaze as a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “You look ...perfect…”

He stretched out that last word, ensuring to savour every part of you. Your face grew warm but you couldn’t help but smirk with approval that all your hard efforts into this costume worked their magic on your friend.

“Really?” you questioned in a hopeful tone, reaching for his wrist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m glad! You worried me for a second…”

Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, the heavy weight he bore when he stepped into his home dissipating as he tasted you on his tongue. Once he had his fill of you, he broke away from the kiss before casually walking backwards and instructing, “don’t mind me, I’m just going to step out for a second so we can properly start this over…”

You giggled before turning around and making your way back to your position next to his window. Gojo noticed your white slip peak from under your skirt, and he gently bit down on his knuckle unable to contain his own anticipation.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

When he stepped back inside his apartment it was with a totally different demeanor. He cleared his throat as he made his way over, noticing your face playfully light up before repeating your initial greeting:

“ Gojo-san, you’re home... ”

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One hour.

You had the man stirring for an entire hour.

Gojo didn’t think you would take this as seriously as you did but you were putting on a performance for him.

At first he sat in the living room, watching you mindlessly wipe his spotless windows and bending over ever so slightly for him to peep under your skirt. He impatiently tapped his finger against his thigh, knowing full well that he was not allowed to touch you unless you touched him first .

That was the rule you both agreed on.

When Gojo realised that you weren’t planning on giving in so easily, he used the moment as an opportunity to change out of his uniform but that didn’t stop you from being a tease.

While he was in his room, he switched to a pair of comfortable sweatpants and just as he was about to slip on his hoodie, you barged into his bedroom.

“ I’m sorry to intrude…” you announced innocently, sauntering your way over with your eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles and lifting up his half-filled laundry basket. “ I just needed to wash these…”

Gojo pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head at you as he moved to his drawer to replace his shades with his blindfold, knowing full well you were going to draw this out for as long as you can.

Maybe this is payback…

Gojo returned to the living room, his eyes fixated on the television screen as a way to distract himself from you.

After you did a few meaningless chores, you picked up the feather duster from your equipment basket and directed yourself into his line of sight. You began to “ dust ” off his shelves, swaying your hips deliberately from side to side as you walked in front of him.

“ I hope you don’t mind me in your way, Gojo-san …” you said serenely, flicking the duster over the random items on his shelf.

“Not at all…” the sorcerer replied, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke. “But you should know you missed a spot…”

You raised your brow as you glanced over your shoulder to meet his stare.

“ Oh ?”

Gojo spread his legs further apart, resting his long arm on the back of the sofa before bringing his other hand forward to point high on his shelf.

“Right there,” he indicated.

You hummed to yourself, knowing full well that Gojo wanted to see more of what you were hiding underneath your outfit. As you stood on your tiptoes, you deliberately arched your back to stick out your rear in his direction.

Gojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, humming in approval and deciding in that moment just how he plans on eventually fucking you in this cute outfit of yours.

“A little higher…” he commanded, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as you “cleaned” his top shelf, and he felt himself harden against his pants when the fabric of your dress just barely covered your ass.

The minutes passed, dragging slowly until the sorcerer found himself growing impatient. The longer you were making him wait, the more cruel he was planning on delivering his own punishment in return.

“May I get you some water, Gojo-san?” you asked him, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you made your way over to the kitchen. “You look a little thirsty…”

Oh yes, he definitely wasn’t going to hold himself back…

“ Please…” he said through gritted teeth.

You made your way over to the kitchen, pulling out one of the random trays he had and placing a glass right in the middle. You fill it up with ice before pouring in the water, then lifting up the tray and making your way over to him.

“ Here you go…” you offered, but instead of picking up the glass with your fingers, you deliberately knocked it over, allowing the cool liquid to pour all over Gojo’s lap.

The man hissed, surprised that you caught him off guard yet again with your tactic. The water pooled between his thighs, making his muscles tense up even more.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, the goosebumps running up and down your arms when you noticed the outline of his dick against his sweatpants.

Staring at him with your knowing, apologetic eyes, you proceeded to say, “I’m so sorry, let me get something to help you dry up…”

When you returned, you found your place down on your knees in front of him. You pressed the dry towel against his inner thigh, earning a grunt in response because your touch was close to his growing erection.

Your other hand glided up his calf, sending your message across as Gojo’s eyes widened when that same hand replaced the towel.

Fucking finally, he thought, no longer frustrated by his own desire or the fact that he was now soaking wet.

“I can dry these with the rest of the clothes…” you explained, lifting yourself upright on your knees. “I’m going to have to take these off..”

You hooked your hands around the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his lean legs and removing them.

“What about these?” Gojo asked, tilting his head towards his tented boxers. “I’m soaked all the way through…”

“ Uhm… of course!” you chirped, as you removed the second article of clothing. “I’ll get these dry for you right away…”

As you tried to stand up, Gojo reached for your forearms and dragged you back down on the rug.

“What about this?” he asked, directing your attention towards the length of his swollen cock.

“I-I don’t know if I can help you with that,” you teased, averting your gaze as you feigned shyness.

“I pay you to use your hands, don’t I?” Gojo questioned.

“ Yes, Gojo-san …”

“Then you should do whatever it takes.”

Gojo could have sworn he saw you smirk but you were swift to hide your reaction. You brought your hand to his length as you began to stroke upward, circling your thumb around his swollen tip. Your other hand teasingly traced a vein up and down his shaft, and Gojo exhaled as his body relaxed against his plush sofa.

You squeezed his cock, feeling the width of his hard member as you continued teasing his head. You spread the pre-cum all over the tip, before bringing your lips down and replacing your thumb with your tongue as you swirled around the head before finally sealing your mouth over him.

You gently suck, your cheeks hollowing but you remain focused on just his head. The hand that isn’t holding his shaft moved to his thigh, where you gave him an eager squeeze as you tasted him in your mouth.

Meanwhile, Gojo leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he hummed with relief. The low rumble of his voice spread down his abdomen, and your ears perked upon hearing his satisfied reaction.

You released him with a pop, before adjusting your position so your forearms were now resting over his thighs.

Gojo was average in thickness but his length definitely made up for it and you wanted to get comfortable before taking him all the way in.

You guided him into your mouth, easing him down inch by inch as you bobbed over his impressive length. Your hands pressed into his thighs, a small whimper escaping you as your teeth grazed lightly over his cock while you expertly worked him.

“You keep doing this and I might consider increasing your pay…” Gojo murmured, half-drunk with arousal as he began losing himself to you.

You quickened your pace, ignoring the discomfort in your jaw as you let him fuck your mouth. Gojo reached his hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking you with his slender fingers as encouragement. His chest began to rise and fall as his breathing grew heavier.

“ Keep going …” he coaxed, his voice shaking and growing tender. He rolled his hips in rhythm to your movement while your hands began massaging his legs and working their way high up to his pelvis.

His fingers curled around your hair, your throat burning but you kept going not wanting to disappoint your esteemed employer.

“ Mmm , F-fuck… ” he whined, his words sweet in your ears as he reached his peak.

Gojo’s hips bucked into you and he held you in place, releasing thick ropes of cum in the back of your throat as he moaned.

His grip was tight around your head and you tried not to gag as you swallowed everything he gave you. You slowly retracted him out of your mouth, desperately catching your breath in between small coughs as you settled yourself.

“Such a beautiful mess…” Gojo complimented as he looked down at you from where he was sitting.

Your chin was covered with your saliva, your perfectly styled hair unraveling from his grip and your smokey eye makeup smudged. Gojo flicked his fingers in his direction, ordering you to get on his lap.

Your knees hurt when you stand up, the cheap fabric of your stockings already wearing from the friction against the rug. You spread your legs as you straddled him, lifting the hem of your dress up as you adjusted your position.

“ Well, well…what have we here… ” he cooed when you flashed him. “Hold your dress up for me…”

Your face grew hot but you obediently obliged as you bunched up the dress to your waist, giving Gojo a full view of your stockings that covered your bare pussy.

Gojo dragged his index finger along your slit, your arousal stringing on the tip of his finger as he pulled away from you.

You were completely soaked through.

“ Do you always show up to work without any underwear on?” he teased, bringing his finger back between your legs and pushing the material of your stockings between your lips.

“Only when I know I am seeing you…” you replied seductively.

“Is that so?” Gojo mused, biting his bottom lip as he focused on his finger circling your folds. “How professional…”

“Actually I'm very unprofessional. I have something to confess, Gojo-san …” you whispered, dropping your dress as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear before stating, “…I touch myself whenever you’re not home .”

Gojo froze his movements. You were doing everything he described when talking about this particular fantasy: the hot maid that he comes home to who teases him into fucking her.

Oh, and you were playing the role beautifully.

“Did you do that today?” The man questioned, directing it towards you and not the character you were pretending to be.

You giggled in his ear, “ twice .”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his free hand that wasn’t between your legs reached for his blindfold. He lifted the fabric, where a pretty blue iris was staring at you with sheer adoration.

“ Oh, angel, you continue to surprise me…”

“None of that, yet…” you announced, covering his eye as you pulled his wrist away. “ We’re still playing, Gojo-san.”

On that reply, Gojo reached for the band of your stockings. He ripped the flimsy fabric with his strong hands, tearing it straight down the middle before picking you up and laying your back against the arm rest.

“I’m going to have to start putting security cameras around the place,” he added, getting back into the role as he slipped off his hoodie. “But I think I would prefer seeing you with my own eyes…”

He instantly noticed the way you checked him out, your gaze hungry for his body. He lifted up your dress, bunching it up at the waist to reveal your torn undergarment. Your sweet pussy was glistening with your arousal and Gojo licked his lips with anticipation. He raised one of your legs over the sofa, leaving the other to dangle off the side and exposing you completely to him.

“ Touch yourself.”

You brought your fingers to your fold, working your throbbing clit as you closed your eyes. Your body was electric, riled up to the point where you were already so sensitive as you rubbed yourself. Soft whimpers left your lips and Gojo held your knees apart as he watched you masturbate.

“Are you always this quiet?” He teased, “A dirty slut like you begging to be fucked…I’m sure you get louder than that…”

If you weren’t so heated by everything that was going on, you would have been caught off guard by what he was saying but instead you moaned at his derogatory words.

The character you were playing began blending in his mind with your own person, his dear friend, and the thought of you eagerly pleasing him made the blood rush between his legs, his arousal making him harden again.

“You hear that?” Gojo continued, knowing full well how much you enjoy his dirty talk and pointing out the way your pussy squelched as your fingers drove themselves inside you. “You’re so fucking wet and I hardly even touched you. Are you that needy already? Are you that desperate for someone to fuck this pussy of yours?”

“Y-yes…”

“Do you call out my name when you make yourself come? Do you beg for it?”

“ Mmmm, yes, Gojo-san…want you so bad …”

“If you want me to fuck you, you little slut , you’re going to have to tell me how much you want it…”

You gasped, your free hand reaching to massage your breast over your uniform as you finally opened your hazy eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your heart was racing, your body gyrating against his sofa as you slipped your fingers between your folds.

“ Mmahh, Gojo-san, I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you inside me. P-please, I need you inside me…so fucking bad…I can’t…I ca-” you voice pitched as you increased the speed of your movements, rolling your hips in circles and your dropped your head back against the arm rest.

You came all over your fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard, as you sang your noises of pleasure. You were trembling against the chair, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers from between your legs.

Gojo flipped you on your stomach, unable to hold himself back any longer. Your hands were on the arm rest, your knees pressed into the plush cushion as you spread yourself as wide as you could for him. Usually, Gojo would enjoy taking this time to lick your sweet cunt clean but he was barely holding on himself after what he witnessed.

The tip of his cock teased your lips, before he slipped himself inside you with ease, coating his entire length with your arousal. Your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder with slight panic.

“Satoru, you’re not wearing a…”

“I’ll pull out…” he replied, holding your hips up before snapping roughly into you.

You were dizzy, completely functioning on your urges without giving logic any thought. If it was anyone else, you would have stopped but Gojo wasn’t just anybody and the man had quite the control over his own body.

You cried out feeling your walls clench around him. He was moving hard and fast, fucking you roughly on his sofa, with every push harder than the last and leaving your legs trembling as you tried your best to hold yourself in place for him.

He drags his length out of you, ensuring that you felt every inch before wildly plunging back inside. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs against your stockings, your nails digging into the sofa as you whimpered.

Your drenched cunt made it so much easier for Gojo to fuck you but his slightly sadistic mind was forcing you to feel it more.

Your toes curled inside your pointed heels, your back arching as speckles of black clouded your vision. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips jerked when your orgasm compounded into you, making you drop down to your forearms as you were unable to counter your explosive release.

Gojo was covered in your juices and with a few sloppy thrusts he finally pulled himself out before finishing himself off by pumping spurts of cum all over your back, decorating your outfit with his release.

The man didn’t stop there. Instead, he flipped you onto your back bringing his hands to the buttons of the top half of your dress and ripping it apart.

Your chest was bare, covered in a bra that he tugged down until it was resting underneath your breasts. He brought his insatiable lips to your mound, rolling your pointed nipple between his thumb and index finger before closing his mouth over the other nub.

You were shaking underneath him, unable to handle any more stimulation as he pinched one nipple and peppered the other with kitten licks.

Gojo did it until he was hard again, leaving marks all over your breasts as he pushed himself inside you. He held your legs apart but you barely had anymore energy to keep up with him. Instead you kept him motivated with your pleasured mewls, praising him for all his glory.

“ Harder, please…harder….”

Gojo stopped, holding himself inside you and feeling you pulsate against him. He ensured to drag the seconds out making you whimper with impatience as you were desperate to have him continue.

“ Gojo-saaan…” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes as you wailed for mercy. “Don’t stop fucking-ahhhhhhh …”

You couldn’t even finish until he was thrusting inside you again. Fucking you to the heavens and back with the same intensity he did earlier. When he pulled out of you as he climaxed, he finished himself off all over your cunt, marking you with his essence.

***

Steam covered the glass door surrounding you, the warmth engulfing your body as you and Gojo stood in the hot shower together. Your body was sore but in the most pleasant way possible and you allowed the water droplets to massage your skin, closing your eyes as you exhaled and enjoying the amazing pressure from Gojo’s shower.

You only opened your eyes when you felt Gojo’s large palm on your stomach, bringing you into his torso as he leaned down and kissed your ear.

“Did you have fun?”

The knot in the pit of your stomach twisted, sending shivers down your back from his question. He treated you with so much kindness after you both slept together. He sang you praises, telling you over and over how good you were to him as he took his time to clean you up, not allowing you to even lift a single finger while he used the time to focus on taking care of you instead.

You turned around to face him, your eyes gazing up at that unjustifiably handsome face that was uncovered because he had his hair slicked back.

“Surprisingly, I did…” you teased with a smile, placing your hands on him, as you delicately traced your fingers up and down his forearms.

His height was overbearing now that you didn’t have your heels on, and the sorcerer found himself tilting down just to look at you. His fingers pressed into your lower back as the silence filled the space between you both. Gojo used it as an opportunity to bring his lips down to meet yours, indulging himself with a kiss. He picked you up in his strong arms, before holding you against the grey tile of his bathroom wall. You moaned into his mouth, playing with his tongue as your hands reached for his neck.

“So, tell me, angel… ” he whispered into your mouth in between a kiss. “What kind of fantasies do you have?”

“Uhm, I don’t really have any fantasies…”

You felt his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking him in the eye.

“You know, if you tell me , I can return the favor…” he stated, flashing his pearly whites as he gave you an easy grin.

“You’ll think it’s stupid…”

“Try me.”

You rested your head against the tile, playing with the back of Gojo’s hair as you cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so , back in college there was this professor that I had. He was extremely good looking, I think everybody in our class had a crush on him. I realised I did too because everytime I would try speaking with him, I always jumbled up my words or said the wrong thing. It was super awkward…I mean, he wasn’t awkward but I definitely was…”

A small laugh escaped you but Gojo was still listening attentively.

“Anyway, I never told anyone. I was with Haru and always felt like I was being a terrible girlfriend because I was just so attracted to my professor. He was also the sweetest guy, was married and had three kids…” you sighed as Gojo grazed his hand across your thigh, blushing before admitting, “…but I used to think about him taking me on his desk all the time. Like, it got to the point where I had to drop his class because he was too much of a distraction…”

Gojo chuckled, “oh, you dirty slu-OW!”

You tugged at his earlobe, pouting to stop yourself from laughing at his snide comment.

“That’s what you get,” you replied, before loosening your grip and dropping your hand to his pecs.

“Relax, it takes a slut to know one. There is no need to get offended!” he teased, shifting the joke onto himself and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, so you’ve got a little thing for a teacher/student scenario?”

“Just a little…”

Gojo brought his lips to your neck, planting small kisses upwards until he murmured against your ear.

“As a teacher myself, it will be my utmost pleasure to be your sensei for an evening,”

“You don’t have to…”

“You're not forcing me, angel. I want to,” Gojo insisted, his lips now hovering above yours. “Besides, I’m your friend, right ? We take care of each other, that’s what friends do.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes dropping down to his lips as you patiently waited to taste him on your tongue.

“Since you did a stellar job with me tonight, let me do the same for you… ” he whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it gently.

You squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as you held him close, feeling faint when Gojo kissed you again like he was pulling the oxygen straight out of your lungs.

And yet, you had no desire to let him go.

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CHAPTER 13: SPINNING

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shirophantomvox · 3 years ago

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The Warrior’s Heart Female Reader x Hisoka x Wammu

Today’s story is about the reader entertaining an interesting chat between Wamuu and Hisoka. Both met this lovely reader at a match held in Heaven’s Arena. Wamuu became a floor master in a matter of seconds while Hisoka worked his way to the top. Both Wamuu and Hisoka had the pleasure of fighting each other and even though Hisoka lost, he gained something on the way. You were the “talk of the town” ready to become a floor master. After seeing your stunning performance, both men became infatuated with you, often seeking help to improve their fighting tactics.

On this day, both men decided they wanted a reward for your help. They halted their plans when both discovered they had a scheduled date on the same day. Who will win her heart?

Let’s find out!

At the end of the hallway on floor 11, Wamuu, the mighty warrior, was humming to himself quietly. The Pillar Man’s eyes shut, legs crossed, and did not flinch at the slightest touch. Unless you ever touch his extended horn. His right hands gently stroked your hair, smoothing the grease and creating waves in her hair. She carelessly laid her head on his brick-like chest, her hand on his abs, probably dreaming of eating beef. For a moment, Wamuu accidentally gazed at his significant other, becoming entranced by her beauty. The muscles on her arm were just noticeable. Her long eyelashes rested gently on her cheek while the reddish-orange shimmy eyeshadow danced underneath the light. For the first time, he felt a tug at his heart, a quiet voice telling him to plant a kiss somewhere on her shapely body. Wamuu’s large hand’s mick something of a baseball glove; broad, but has a softcore. If anyone saw your face being held in the center of his palms, they’d coo at such a sight, somehow reminiscing about newborn pictures. The sudden movement of his hands startled you, causing you to lift your heavy head and contact the mighty warrior. Although the insides of his hands were rough and slightly callused, they provided great warmth and stability. The softness of your chin rested in his palm. His sudden movement felt like a rollercoaster meeting its peak and at that peak, stood his piercing eyes and lips. Showing signs of affection may have been limited for the Pillar Man, but when you were in his presence, he couldn’t resist pressing a few kisses to your mouth.

You released a sigh of pleasure, wishing you two were alone and, although it seemed like you were for the moment, the hallways soon became full of guests and contestants as they made their way to the arena downstairs. Wamuu stood to his feet and stretched. Sitting still for several hours posing as a pillow was for you was heaven, but not so much for his back. His beefy arms wrapped around your torso, helping you up and nearly guiding you as you walked towards your suite. The large man laughed when he glimpsed your weary face, somehow wondering how he was lucky enough to be involved with a very skilled fighter. You reminded him of Pillar Women; the very species that performed better than males at many activities and gave birth to many children at once. Your willpower, strength, and intelligence made him feel whole. In a moment, Wammu slung your body in his arms, carrying you like a fragile package. He kissed your cheek twice, squeezing you against his pecks. If he squeezes you harder, you might have been absorbed.

“How was your slumber, human?” he asked. “I could feel your heartbeat on my leg. It was pounding, so I woke you up. I hope you didn’t have any nightmares.”

You placed your right hand on his sharp collar bone, gently stroking the skin on his shoulder, and finally smiled. Taking over 5 seconds to respond as much too long as the mighty warrior. Although he was becoming impatient, he gently grabbed your cheek with his thumb and index finger and tugged at it.

“Owww!” You wince in pain. The Pillar man’s hands are freakishly huge. Sometimes he forgets and apologizes several times.

“I wanted to make sure you were alive. You were talking and then you stopped.”

“Yes, I am alive and well, Wamuu. You don’t have to carry me, you know. I can walk.”

“Nonsense. You’ve had a hard day at work. Bring at the arena and Working at a hospital for 12 hours straight can drain your energy. Humans need time to rest.”

“Try telling the company that. I’m sure they’ll listen to you!”

“Aren’t you going to rest when you get to your apartment?”

“No. I have to complete a few assignments and then I have to exercise.”

The force of his tightened hold on your body made you jolt. Your tiny fingers grabbed hold of his shoulder quicker and tighter, while an involuntary whimper escaped your lips. Wammu thought of your sudden change in attitude as rather cute. At his height, if you were to drop to the ground, you’d severely injure yourself.

“What was that for? You were about to drop me!”

“You said that you could walk!”

“I was bluffing, ok? Continue to carry me to the car. My feet are throbbing so badly that I’m sure there are blisters on my heel!”

“I will only pamper you so much, my dear. Learn to work through your pain or else you’ll become a daffodil.”

“Hmm! I am not a daffodil! I am a tough girl!”

Wamuu loosened his right arm, causing your feet to hit the ground. The instant censoring pain shot through your legs, causing you to collapse on the ground. Wamuu stood still; waiting for you to stand up again. You weren’t humiliated but annoyed as your significant other often released mixed signals. One moment he wants to pamper you like a queen and in the other, he treats you like a rookie training for an ancient Rome match. Wamuu’s muffled chuckling made you furious. Once he gazed at your puckered face, he hid his mouth behind his hand.

“You’re awfully cute when you’re angry.”

“Oh, shut it, mister!”

“I can’t help but pinch your cheeks!”

“Pinch my cheeks and you will be along on Valentine’s Day. I’ll pick up another shift and when I return, you’ll be spending that day rubbing my feet instead of eating a turkey!”

His arrogant smile dropped quicker than Quavo’s latest album.

“I guess you win this argument. I’ll see you at home.”

“Oh, cheer up! Kars will come around and take you to my place and we’ll continue to talk.”

Wamuu glanced at you once more before he acknowledged your statement. The Pillar man was known for playing mind games on you; he’d always appear to be sad when you departed only because he craved for you to stroke his face near his horn. Most Pillar Men have different reactions, but Wamuu’s was the gentlest. The area near his horn is like infants; the area is very soft but does not show any indention. If you stroke it, it relaxes them. If they were once angry, agitated, or energetic, a few strokes will calm them down completely. Here, a stroke to the forehead will set Wamuu’s wondering mind at ease. It makes him feel like he’s floating on clouds. Without direction, Wammu lowered his head to your level and tilted his forehead above your raised hand. Gently stroking his forehead, the large man leaned into your touch and demanded that you scratch the middle of his head. You already knew that Wamuu’s deep voice was incredibly intimidating, but the sounds of his light-hearted purring seem to strike a chord in your chest. It made you smile, even laugh because you’d never seen him so vulnerable to the public before. He hadn’t seen you in over two months. The last thing he wanted was to wait for more. If anyone laughed at his vulnerability, he’d deal with them, anyway. His face darkened just on his cheekbone, his brows were furrowed, and his teeth were loose. Just a mere touch made him feel wonderful. When you released, his eyes opened.

“I’ll see you at home, Wamuu. We can continue there.”

Wamuu stared at your body as you carelessly walked away; every sway of your hips, even the limp in your walk, made the man’s thoughts run wild. Where the heck was Kars and why was he taking so long?!

FINALLY!

After seeing your apartment light, you rush over and unlock your door. Although working is a must and having fun is an option, you were inching to hang out with your friends and inviting Wamuu to come along. Working hard has its advantages, but the disadvantages outweigh the pros. Hallucinations are common from lack of sleep and are not fun. As you entered your apartment, all the lights were off. You didn’t mind; the only thing you focused on was falling flat onto your bed only to have your partner lay next to you. Your clothes were thrown on the floor along with your undergarments; your underwear was thrown in front of the door near the litter box. What better way to finally snooze while nude laying in a comfortable bed? The warmth of the heater and your blanket made the pain in your feet fade away. Your fluttering eyelids were closing soon, but a touch to your back made you jolt. You quickly swatted your back, assuming it was a spider, but to your surprise, it was MUCH worse. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you turned your lamp on. At the sight of Hisoka Morrow, you grabbed your blanket and covered your chest and lower torso. Hisoka was no stranger, but seeing you naked only excited him. He mistook a few flings as a commitment and did not understand boundaries. True enough, you had powerful feelings for Hisoka, but not romance. Wamuu has truly stolen your heart for both a warrior and partner while Hisoka is more of a “bad boy” experience. It’s odd. You liked them both to a certain extent, but you knew you could only have one.

“Hisoka! Get out of my bed!”

“Why? You’re so warm and it’s cold outside.”

“I don’t care! If you wanted to come over, you should have told me!”

“Why? It’s not like you’re seeing anyone else worth it.”

“I am.”

You turn your head away from Hisoka. Although you were immensely proud of Wamuu and his achievements, he sometimes could be kooky. Given his enormous feet, he’s easily destroying things, tripping over things, accidentally injuring people, and being too heavy-handed. Still, you loved him. You aren’t embarrassed to be with him. Sometimes you have to remember to be patient, as he is still adjusting to human life. He is an honorable warrior with a gentle soul.

“Are you referring to that buffoon? You can’t be serious. You’re too beautiful for him.”

“I’m TOO beautiful for you too, you know? You should be grateful that I gave you a chance.”

“That’s why I’m here, dove.”

“Don’t call me that. What we had is over and it has been for a while.”

“I’m here to correct my error. Give me a chance.”

“Hisoka, listen carefully. I am dating a mighty warrior now. You had your chance, and you blew it. You are welcome to try again, but sadly, I don’t think you’ll ever get the chance again. Wamuu and I are on good terms. He’s coming over tonight. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy seeing his treasure in bed with garbage.”

“Ouch,” Hisoka said, placing his hands over his bare chest. “I didn’t know you could be so cruel. I like it!”

“Since you won’t leave, sleep in the living room. That way Wamuu doesn’t flip his ship when he sees you. You may act tough but he will rip you to shreds.”

Hisoka released a heavy sigh and proceeded to roll over you. The exaggerated heavy roll of his body made you squeal in pain. The magician smiled at the sound of your angry grunts and proceeded to your living room. As the door shut and the apartment was completely dark, your mind began to wander, thinking of Wamuu and his presence. The moon had been out for at least two hours and the streets remained empty.

“Where could he be,” you asked out loud. “I miss his warmth…but I don’t like being absorbed.”

The wind continued to brush hard against your window, somehow sounding like a rhythmic tapping sound on your windowpane. Ignoring the repetitive sound was already difficult but after 5 minutes, it began to disturb you. There had been a tree branch but when you glanced at the window, there was no shadow of one.

“Well, it isn’t Hisoka. What is it?”

Usually, when something mysterious is knocking on your window, you should never approach it blindly, but the lack of sleep costs you your judgment. As you approached the window, the moonlight no longer shined through your shade. It was blocked by something rather large. If you didn’t confront the issue now, you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. It’s now or never.

“On three,” you whispered to yourself. You placed your right hand on your curtain and your bat on your left. “1….2….3!”

At your surprise, the large figure was none other than Wamuu, the might warrior of. The remaining Pillar Men. You threw your bat to the ground and quickly opened your window. A large gush of cold air rushed through the window. Wamuu hadn’t looked so confused before. Even as intimidating as he appeared, his creased face was a sight for sore eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his innocence….human life just isn’t for him.

“Wamuu! Why are you outside of my window at midnight?! For God’s sake, you’re going to get killed!

“I wanted to come in but I figured you were resting. I’m ok with staying outside until sunrise.”

“No, Wamuu. Go through the entrance and I’ll meet you there. If you stay outside, you will be frozen in a few minutes.”

“You can warm me up with a little peck.”

“Are you sure, mighty warrior?”

“That’s what I proposed, wasn’t it?”

“If you insist.”

Your small lips quickly pressed against his. The cold sensation of the medal of his lip ring sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll be downstairs to let you in.”

Gosh, will you ever catch some Z’s? Slipping on your fuzzy teddy bear slippers and putting on your wool winter coat, you make your way to the first floor. Hisoka was sound asleep on your couch and was suddenly woken up by the gush of air that entered the apartment when you opened the front door.

“Where are you going,” he asked groggily.

“Wamuu’s downstairs. You have 1 minutes to disappear or he’ll help you.”

You slam the door, leaving the magician in nothing but darkness. Wamuu was your main priority. Helping him adapt to human life was already challenging…you didn’t need anymore distractions.

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90363462 · 2 years ago

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9 Songs By White Singers That Black Singers Snatched As Their Own

It was once a common occurrence for white singers to re-record the work of Black musicians, oftentimes without crediting them. Cue Rock and Roll legend Little Richard’s regularly-spouted rant on how he “wrote it then Pat Boone stole it.” If you don't know who Pat Boone is, consider yourself lucky that you haven't heard his version of “Tutti Frutti.” Slowly, but surely, however, the musical tide began to change and it was the Black artists turning mediocre sounding tunes by white singers into smash hits.

Here are nine songs by white singers that Black singers snatched, re-recorded and completely owned.

1. “Yesterday”

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Boyz II Men’s highly-anticipated sophomore album, II, launched those four guys from Phillyinto the pop stratosphere with mega chart-topping hits “I’ll Make Love to You” and “On Bended Knee.” Nestled toward the end of the album is a remake of The Beatles’ 1965 U.S. number one hit, “Yesterday.” The original version was sung by Paul McCartney backed primarily by an acoustic guitar. Boyz II Men, however, used the song as an opportunity to return to their acapella roots, creating music through harmonizing and bass vocal drops. While their version was never released as a single, it’s not far-fetched to say that they totally owned the tune.

2. “Superstar”

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Lean in because this one will blow your mind — Luther Vandross is not the original singer of “Superstar.” The song was first recorded in 1971 by The Carpenters, a popular soft rock/easy listening brother and sister duo from California. But as with everything Vandross touched, “Superstar” immediately became his. Released in 1983 on his Busy Body album, Vandross recorded the song as a soulfully smooth medley fused with Stevie Wonder’s (later Aretha Franklin’s) “Until You Come Back to Me (That’s What I’m Gonna Do)." His version reached number five on the U.S. R&B charts and landed on the Billboard Hot 100.

3. “Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You”

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Originally recorded by Frankie Valli and released in 1967, the song was re-recorded by his fellow New Jersey native, Lauryn Hill for her debut solo album, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, in 1998. While Valli’s version isn’t as dry as some of the other songs on this list, Hill added some funky elements to her turn-of-the-century remake, thus owning the Black rights to the hit. According to her sound engineer, Hill, who had only just learned the song a few hours in advance of the recording, crafted her version while eight months pregnant and lying on the floor. It was never released as a single, yet it still somehow climbed to number two on the Billboard Rhythmic Songs chart.

4. “American Woman”

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Lenny Kravitz is well known for the song “American Woman,” but as it turns out, his 1998 version is a remake of the 1970 song by Canadian band The Guess Who. Kravitz fine-tuned the instrumentation adding a harder head nod effect, officially classifying his version under the genre Psychedelic Soul, originated by Jimi Hendrix in the late ‘60s. While he admittedly dropped the original version’s guitar solo, Kravitz’s “American Woman” still earnedhim a Grammy for Best Male Rock Performance. It also landed at the top of a variety of rock and top 40 charts and peaked at number 49 on the Billboard Hot 100.

5. "Come Together"

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Not to pick on The Beatles, but Michael Jackson is another Black artist who snatched one of their songs. Jackson remade the British phenom’s hit “Come Together,” which was featured on their critically acclaimed Abbey Road album in 1969. It was an international chart-topper for The Beatles in both the U.S. and the U.K. Jackson’s 1988 version was never released as a single and was instead featured on his musical film Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker, which remained number one on Billboard's Video Chart for 22 weeks and went nine times platinum in the U.K. But, here’s the real kicker, Jackson purchased The Beatles publishing rights in 1985, which meant that he garnered royalties for the song even though he was not the originator of it.

6. “A Song For You”

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If you’ve spent enough time around your elders, you’re more than likely familiar with Donny Hathaway. But, what you may not know is that one of his most coveted songs, “A Song for You,” is a remake. The song was written and originally recorded in 1970 by rock singer and pianist Leon Russell, who also co-wrote “Superstar.” Hathaway’s velvety vocals take the song on a whole new journey; however, he expertly matched Russell’s piano keystrokes for an incredibly sonically pleasing cover and a nod to the songwriter. Hathway’s 1971 remake caused music fans to mistakenly credit him as the writer and original singer, as Russell never released his version as a single.

7. “Walk This Way”

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Now this one gets tricky. Run DMC somewhat remade Aerosmith’s 1975 song “Walk This Way.” Somewhat is relative because the rap trio featured the rock legends on their 1986 version. The original plan for the rap was to sample Aerosmith, but at the suggestion of producer Rick Rubin, the rappers decided to cover the song, using all the original lyrics, and include Aerosmith. The chart-topping, genre-bending single changed the course of Run DMC’s career and launched them into mainstream success.

8. “That’s What Friends Are For”

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Here’s another tricky one. While Rod Stewart’s “That’s What Friends Are For” was re-recorded by a group of predominately Black singers, Elton John was also featured on the remake. Stewart, however, appears to be singingincredibly off-beat in his 1982 version, and well, John kind of goes for a cookout invitation on the 1985 version credited to Dionne & Friends — an ensemble featuring Gladys Knight, Stevie Wonder and Dionne Warwick. Released as a single to benefit AIDS research, the ensemble version became Billboard's number-one single of 1986 and won two Grammy Awards for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals and Song of the Year. Later, a performance by Luther Vandross and Whitney Houston snatched souls at the 1987 Soul Train Awardswhen they joined Warwick and Wonder for a rendition of the tune.

9. “I Will Always Love You”

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No one has owned a remake harder than Whitney Houston owned “I Will Always Love You.” Recorded for The Bodyguard soundtrack in 1992, the song was written and originally sung by Dolly Parton in 1974 as an ode to the business partner and mentor she was leaving behind to pursue her solo career. Parton had commercial success with her version on the Billboard Hot Country charts in 1974 and again in 1982 when it was featured in a film. Houston’s flawless version, however, kicked open new doors to become one of the best-selling singles of all time. That version was also used to send her casket off at her funeral in 2012. Parton recently said that she invested the money she earned in royalties from Houston’s rendition into the Black community in Nashville, as Blavity previously reported. The song, as recorded by Houston, recently earned diamond status.

From adding rhythm and soul to offbeat tunes to revitalizing folkish hits, this list represents just a tiny portion of the magic Black musicians have made over the years.

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castielgurl · 4 years ago

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Football is a game, Love is like a battlefield

Romanogers Week

Prompt: Enemy to lovers

Natasha Romanoff is a football player of Russian descent. Red-haired with a dreadlock style, she likes to wear piercing on her nose and hates makeup. She likes to change the color of her hair, sometimes braided or even short hair exactly like a man. She is very fierce and does not care about negative comments on her Instagram page. As a famous female soccer star, she is often the victim of attacks by male soccer fans. They said she shouldn't play football, it's better to stay in the kitchen. Just because she’s a women’s soccer player. Natasha is often involved in anti-social media bullying campaigns.

Natasha is now at the peak of her career. She has joined the big London -born club Chelsea Woman`s FC with the highest transfer value in the market. Has won the Women's English Premier League. Won the European Cup with her country Russia. She is a midfielder who is the team captain for her club and country. Natasha has just been awarded European Player of the Year. Natasha is a person known for her assertive leader character and violent style of play. However, Natasha's life changed forever when she met her future husband.

Steve Rogers had a bad boy image. Even so, he became a young girl’s craze pretending to know about football. Because he is a tall, lean body, six-pack, white skin, blonde hair. Every time he played football, the girls would scream like they were hysteria. Steve has of course been dating a bunch of beautiful women from models to a famous actresses.

Like Natasha, Steve is also a world-famous football player. He represents Chelsea FC, has won the Premier League title three times. Won the Champions League with Chelsea with him as the top scorer. Steve also represented his country USA at the World Cup. He is the captain of his club and country team. Steve is a striker who is known for his fast running style and energy as strong as a bodybuilder. Steve has won World Player of the Year twice.

Because they play at the same club. The two finally met on the training ground. The training fields for male and female players are only separated by a fence. Since the two of them have opposite characters of course disaster is about to happen.

It all started just because of a ball. Steve was challenged by his teammates for a crossbar challenge he kicked too hard accidentally falling into the women’s training field area. The ball, unfortunately, hit right on Natasha's head. Natasha's face flushed with anger. She then shouted and ask who kicked the ball earlier. Natasha took the ball, she knew the ball did not belong to the women’s team. Natasha went across the fence to the men's field area and kicked the ball hard against the body of one of the male players. He was not in pain but the player turned around.

“Who is the dumbass who kicked the ball? You better talk now! ” Natasha's voice was fierce.

"Eh, why are you shouting. Are you on your period? ” The blonde man laughed cynically.

Natasha was very angry, not that she didn't know who the player was. Steve Rogers aka football Hollywood star. But Natasha didn't care who he was.

“Are you too stupid? Don't know how to play football? Why do you kick the ball and hit people`s heads? You want my feet to reach your face? ” Natasha insisted on fighting even though she is too tiny and Steve was six feet tall.

Steve laughed when he heard this little woman scold him. He was not immediately intimidated by Natasha's threats. She was like a puppy that barked loudly but was too cute. This woman with dreadlock hair reminds him of rapper Snoop Dog.

“This is a football field, what do you expect? of course, the ball flying everywhere why are you so angry? If the ball hits your face that's a good sign. At least it can fix your face” Said Steve as his friends laughed as well.

Natasha's face grew red. Then she tries to elbow Steve's. Steve wants to fight back but his friends stop him. They said he only looked like a coward if he hit a woman. Steve assured his teammates he would not use the physical.

"You are too rude. Do you think you're good-looking? I know guys like you, playboys, and sleep with a lot of women. But the fact is you are nothing. No one loves you. They are just riding on your success. ” Natasha stared sharply into Steve's eyes. That's when Steve slightly faded his ego. Because the green woman's eyes were so beautiful Steve admitted it. But he returned with his ego.

"I am not afraid of you. Your body is small. I can carry you and keep you in my pocket ”said Steve with a cynical smile.

"You start first. Why don't you just apologize? ” Natasha doesn't understand.

"If you are still not satisfied. What do you say we play a game? Whoever wins will have the right to ask the losers to do what they want. ” Steve wanted to challenge her.

"What game?" Natasha asked

“We play matches with five players per team like 5-A Side. We play on the East End outdoor field boys versus girls. What do you want to say? ” Steve is sure Natasha did not back down from a challenge.

“Well, we will meet tomorrow at 5 after training. But you have to do what I want. Don't begging when you lose later ”Natasha did not hesitate to agree. She wanted to teach this man a lesson.

"Fine, I will see you tomorrow Snoop Dog," Steve said while laughing at Natasha's reaction.

Natasha’s teammate asks her if she seriously wants to fight with the men’s team. Natasha is sure they can win.

"Nat, are you sure about fighting with male players. They are not ordinary players. They have just won the European League they are World-class players. Steve is a highly-skilled player. ” Her friend Yelena tries to change Nat's mind.

"Hey, don't be afraid, we are also the best team in Europe. Male and female players are the same. What matters is the strategy to win. We are equal with them. After all, Rogers needs to be taught a lesson. If his team loses he and his team must wear a drag queen costume. Imagine how funny that is. ”Natasha was convinced

"I think Steve is hot. How can you talk to him, if it happens to me I will be speechless ”said Yelena who is a Rogers fan

“Hey, don't you see that asshole? You didn't hear him call me Snoop Dog. ”Natasha cannot believe Yelena.

Yelena continued to laugh out loud. She admits it's very funny. Yet Steve spoke the right thing. Natasha is not good at dress up. Many times Yelena wants to do a makeover with Natasha. But she rejected it because she thought the way she dressed was not important because the performance is what matters.

“Really? You laughing. Well, his face is not bad. But on the condition that he cannot speak up. On his forehead he should be written Jerk, then people will stay away from him ”Natasha really hated Steve's sloppy mouth.

"Nat, you have to be careful because too much hate can lead to love" Yelena teased

"Hey you don't see us anymore we are the worst enemies from the past life"

The next day.

Natasha has selected five players including herself Maria, Wanda, Yelena, and Hope to represent her team. While Steve chooses Bucky, Sam, Scott, and Clint on his side.

"You call me Snoop Dog, I also have a bad name for you" Natasha and Steve meet in the middle of the field before the match starts

"What is it?" Steve stood with his hands on his hips

“Barbie Kent. If your team loses you have to wear a women’s dress to the training session. You will definitely lose ”Natasha said confidently

“Woww you are playing dirty now huh?. If your team loses you and your friends have to wash my car in a bikini ”Steve said with a smirk.

Natasha should teach this man a lesson.

Natasha’s team took the lead with a goal from Wanda. Steve initially wanted his friend’s not to play rough because they were girls. But after the goal, Steve told his teammates to use their full strength. After that, a lot of fouls ensued. Steve's team managed to score two goals from Steve`s. The match was not the most interesting but various incidents of fights between Steve and Natasha quarreling over various issues. Everyone was so depressed to see them both throwing hurtful words at each other. The sexual tension between them is very obvious. Before the end of the match, Natasha successfully scored an equalizer. She jumped for joy in front of Steve. Yet drama ensued when Natasha’s team asked the referee to consider a penalty when Bucky tackled Maria inside the box but was objected to by Steve. Eventually, they quarreled and everyone else was only able to see them quarrel. All the players have given up and just want to end the match. The result of the match ended in a draw. No one loses no one wins.

“Why don't you two go in the room and just make love? Seriously that's the solution to your problem, ”Scott told them

Their reactions were both disbelieving and showing disgusted faces thinking they were both going to have sex. Natasha definitely wants to vomit. Eventually, they returned to their respective homes feeling dissatisfied.

Then every day Natasha bumps into Steve. Because they practice in the same building. Somehow every day will definitely come across. Natasha wanted to avoid seeing Steve's arrogant face. They will meet before entering the training ground, in the club cafe, in the gym, in the parking lot, in the elevator. Wherever they will surely meet. Every time Steve would tease Natasha he deliberately wanted to make her mad. Call her Snoopy, and ask when she will release a new rap song and so on. Of course, Natasha hates Steve’s jokes. Natasha will also ask where he is partying with the barbies.

Steve's day was not complete if he didn't see the redhead's face every day. Natasha's face flushed when she was angry, her husky voice when she grunts, he loved hearing Natasha fight back when Steve teased her. She was a bit funny when angry, she was a little fierce but she looks cute when her face was red, she will bite her lips when she felt disgusted with the words Steve threw, it was a sexy lip for Steve. Also, her tiny size when trying to standing on her toes. Steve has met many pretty women, yet Natasha catches his eye. Natasha is not the same as other women. Honestly, Natasha is very beautiful but if she changes her appearance, surely many men will chase after her. Steve imagines she wearing a red dress with curly hair for sure he will be mesmerized. She is just as passionate about football as he is. Most of the girls he met were not interested in football. Steve searches all the information about Natasha on the internet and stalks her Instagram. His teammates knew Steve had lost his mind over the red-haired woman.

But the question is does Natasha want to accept him? And how does he get started? The woman must have hated him so much.

Then the football season is about to end, all the players will take a summer vacation. After that, they will join the national training camp in preparation for the World Cup. The Chelsea club hosted a Gala Night to award the club’s best players for the season. This season the club combines an awards ceremony for the men’s team and the women’s team.

When Natasha Romanoff’s name was announced as the Women`s Player of the 2021 season she took on the stage. Steve and all his teammates were speechless as she wore a sexy red gown. Her hair was styled in a curled and she ditched her piercing. She's the most beautiful woman Steve has ever seen. Steve starts to feel jealous because all the men are focused on her. Steve doesn't like other men looking at his women.

After Steve received the best player award for the third year he wanted to take his boots in the club boot`s storage room. But something unexpected happened Natasha was also there. Natasha thought Steve was going to make a nonsensical joke because of the dress she was wearing tonight. Natasha hates wearing it she was forced by Yelena. Yet Steve didn't say anything to her surprise.

“Why don`t you say something, like a bad joke? Yelena picks this dress ”Natasha expected a response from Steve.

“Why should I do that? Do you want me to fight with you until we are both old? ” Steve continued to pick up his boots on the top rack.

Natasha came to stand behind Steve. “What is wrong with you today? This is not you. ”Natasha knew something was wrong

“Do you know who I am? Do you really know me? ” Steve turned and stared into Natasha's eyes. Inside he wanted to drag the woman into his arms. Because she looks so pretty tonight. But he keeps his composure.

The question startled Natasha.

"I just don't understand why you like to fight with me. There are many more female players out there that you can choose to fight. ” Natasha still doesn't understand what Steve's intentions are.

“You really want to know the truth. Well, I'll tell you now. Because I love to see your angry face, I love to see your red face, your lips, your staring eyes, your sexy voice, your feet when trying to stand on your toes, your style before kicking the ball. You are really cute. I like you Natasha ”Steve approached Natasha closer

Natasha doesn't believe in Steve Rogers' words. Maybe he drank too much alcohol.

"Actually I love you, Natasha Romanoff. All I do is to get your attention. ” Steve said as he stared into Natasha's eyes.

Then Steve grabbed Natasha's chin and kissed her lips. Natasha froze and couldn't resist the man's kiss. Then she realized and pushed him away and ran out of the room.

When she returned home Natasha could not sleep. Her heart was pounding after being kissed by Steve Rogers. What the hell? Steve Rogers expressed his feelings to her. Natasha turned to the right and to the left trying to forget the man but in her heart, it was like in turmoil. She thought Steve hated her and she hated him too. Yet she turned out to be wrong and unable to resist his charmed. Kissed by Steve like she was struck by lightning.

The next day Natasha and Steve meet again on the training ground. Natasha looked at Steve from a distance and waited if the man wanted to taunt her or laugh at her. But he was so different he just kept quiet and even stole Natasha's gaze when he thought Natasha wasn't looking at him. And when Steve and Natasha meet in the hallway Steve stares at Natasha's face. Like Natasha is the only person who is on his mind every day. Steve and Natasha just stood nearby and stared at each other. Their teammates bump them who were staring into each other’s eyes. Wondering what really happened between the two of them.

A few weeks later Natasha and Steve flew to Qatar to compete in the World Cup. For the first time, the men’s team and the women’s team will compete at the same time. Natasha and Steve both focused on the biggest tournament of their careers. Natasha, who represented Russia, excelled in the competition. And her team managed to win the World Cup for the first time. But of course, attention is given to men's football. Steve Rogers stole the show by winning the golden boots award and Player of the tournament. Even though the USA only made it to the semi-finals, it was still an incredible achievement. Natasha watched the semi-finals matched in the stadium with the fans. Steve spotted the red-haired woman easily despite a hundred thousand people in the stadium. Natasha let her hair down and donned a USA jersey while cheering for his team.

Natasha then turned around to show the jersey she was wearing with Rogers' name on the back. Steve smiled when he saw that and she giving him a flying kiss.

After the match, Natasha and Steve met in the tunnel. Their teammates force them to acknowledge each other’s feelings.

"I also really like you, Steve Rogers. So are we going to date now? ”Natasha asked Steve.

"There are only two things in my mind that are football and you. You drive me crazy. Let`s date then ”Steve said while opening his both arms.

Natasha who is only five feet three tall looks cute jumping to hug Steve Rogers who is six feet tall.

"Even though I didn't win this match, but I won your heart," Steve said as he swings around Natasha on the air. Then they kissed in the tunnel of the football stadium. The kiss happened so passionately that they didn’t notice the photographer was taking a picture of them. The breaking news when the two big stars of world football are couple overshadow the story of the England team winning the World Cup.

A few years later Steve Rogers and Natasha were about to get married and it became the wedding of the year as the union of the two best football stars in the world had sparked a phenomenon. All the tabloid newspapers have already started figuring out how their child will be born later because he or she is will definitely a great football player because of the DNA of both their parents.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch6: That Makes Two Of Us

Summary: Things heat up between Katie and Steve as their relationship progresses, but when Tony caches them out, he’s on the war path.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad Language, Smut (dry humping, oral- male receiving) NSFW, 18+. and a VERY angry Big Brother...

A/N: One of my favourite chapters. Thank you to @angrybirdcr , its a pleasure to have your edits for the repostings!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 5

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

End of May 2013

“For the one hundredth time, no, Tony I am NOT coming.” Katie groaned as she pulled up outside Steve’s apartment building “I have work to do.” “But the damned meeting is in DC!” Tony protested “Surely you can manage to spare an hour! You’re part of the board!” “You know full well that’s only to make sure that Starks maintain a controlling stake!”

“So basically what you’re saying is that you don’t care about our business.” Her brother’s voice took on a petulant tone. He could be such a child at times. “Stop being a dick.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose “Look, I’m busy with work, I can’t just drop everything you know just because you-” “Have you got a man on the go?” Tony asked suddenly, cutting her off “Because I’ve not seen you for weeks. Do I need to prep a Shovel Talk?” “Goodbye, Tony.” Katie cancelled the call before she stepped out of the car and headed to the lobby door.

In his apartment Steve was reading a proposal and groaning to himself. They wanted him to record videos to talk to high school kids about puberty, keeping fit, being in detention, not doing drugs…and he had agreed, just to shut them up mainly, but he was already regretting his decision. With a final wrinkle of his nose, he threw down the document he was looking at and was about to make himself a coffee when the buzzer to his apartment went off.

“Hey, Handsome.” Katie’s voice rang over the intercom and he smiled just as he always did when she called him that, a habit she’d slipped easily into over the last three weeks of dating, which had consisted of early morning breakfast meets on their way into work, stolen lunchtimes away from the office where they could hold hands with a slice or a burrito as they walked around the Mal, three more intimate evening meals at quiet restaurants and one trip to the cinema. That had been Steve’s favourite date so far, not just because it had been his first time in a movie theatre since the 40s, but more so that he he’d enjoyed the feel of her as she leaned into him when he’d put his arm round the back of her chair, sharing popcorn, stolen quick kisses on the lips in the dark as they sat on the back row in between their bursts of hysterical laughter at the film. They had gone to see the third and final instalment of the Hangover trilogy, which Katie had been ridiculously excited about. She loved those films and Steve had to admit he agreed they were pretty good, as all three had made him laugh in places until tears rolled down his face. Movie and TV nights in their apartments had also turned into something special too as they snuggled down together, sharing snacks and personal space along with deep kisses that left him wanting a lot more… “Hey Sweetheart, come on up.”

He waited for her by the door and felt his breath catch as she emerged onto the landing from the stairs. She was wearing a blue and white LA Dodgers T-shirt, which was tight and finished just above her hips and clung to her chest flashing a strip of her toned stomach, tight grey jeans which fit snug to her ass and black baseball boots. Steve had seen her in all sorts of clothing items- jeans, tops, dresses…but never like this.

And fuck, she looked hot.

“Hi!” She greeted him with a huge smile and a gentle kiss, standing on her toes to meet his lips, before she stepped into the apartment and headed into the living room. Spotting the file on the coffee table she picked it up.

“What’s this?” She asked, opening it.

“A proposal from Fury. I’m going to be doing some videos, for high school kids..phys-ed classes that kinda thing.” “Videos?” “Yeah, apparently they get Celebrities to do them normally but they thought they’d use me this time.” Steve shrugged. “You’re not some kind of performing monkey they can trot out when they want.” She winkled her nose in distaste as she remembered those awful USO videos as she thumbed through the file.

Steve smiled at her indignation on his behalf. “It’s only a couple of videos.” he assured her.

“Hmm.” she dropped the file with disdain onto the table “Anyway, enough about that. You busy?” “When it comes to spending time with you? Never.”

“Oh that was smooth, Captain Badass!” She smirked and he gave her a quick shrug and a smile.

“What you got in mind?”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat she pulled out what looked like two tickets from her back pocket and suddenly it became apparent why she was dressed as she was.

“Are we…no, you’re kidding?” Steve couldn’t help the childish grin which flickered across his face “Baseball?” *****

“Oh what?” Katie cried out, jumping to her feet as the umpire made an atrocious decision for what felt like the 100th time, turning to Steve in disgust. “Is this guy blind or just really fucking dumb?”

Steve let out a snort, leaning back in his seat with his hand gesturing to the field. “Blind, he has to be. No one can be that stupid. I mean he’s been calling bad ones all game.”

Katie angrily dropped to her chair and Steve gestured to the vendor for two more beers. He passed one to Katie who hesitated as she took it.

“I bought the car.” She said, looking at him.

“Sweetheart,” he leaned over, kissing her cheek, “ridiculously fast metabolism, remember? I can’t get drunk. I’ll drive home…”

He handed over his money, waved away the little bit of change he would have received before he turned back to his girl who was pouting at him.

“The last time you drove Rainey you didn’t respect her. You drove her through a fuck tonne of puddles.”

“Doll, it’s a…”

“Er, she.” Katie looked at him. “She is not an it…”

Steve rolled his eyes. She was ridiculously attached to her Range Rover. He had to admit, as far as cars went it was pretty damned nice both to be driven in and to drive. White with black wheels and windows, and every gadget in it known to man. Mind you, he expected nothing else from the Starks.

“Ok, she is a damned four by four…” He raised an eyebrow for her. “They’re supposed to go off roading, so what’s a few puddles?”

“Off roading?” Katie spluttered, her eyes wide. “No! You’re so not driving her ever again.”

“Fine I’ll drink both of these then.” He shrugged, moving to take the beer he’d handed her back, and she moved it out of his reach, glaring at him. The desire to drink and have fun won out over protecting her car from a haphazard Captain who was on the sly a bit of a speed demon and probably never actually completed any kind of driving lesson in his life, let alone a test. She dug into her pocket and handed over her keys.

“One scratch and you’re a dead man.” She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“I’ll take good care of her.” He said solemnly, putting the keys into his pocket.

As the game progressed, despite his protestations that the LA Dodgers just weren’t his team, he found himself rooting for them and he was getting more and more frustrated at the current batters method. The guy was swinging it around with more force than Thor wielded his hammer and it wasn’t working. But just as Steve was about to let out another cry of frustration, the bat suddenly connected with the ball, and it was a good hit. Both Steve and Katie got to their feet shouting for the players to speed up and go for home. When they made it the pair both let out a loud cheer, and Steve hugged Katie, grinning wildly. At that moment, stood there, surrounded by strangers but with the girl who made him feel so grounded, he had never felt so normal since coming out of the ice, and he loved it.

The rest of the innings passed far too fast, but at the end of the game, the Dodgers won, much to Katie’s delight. They joined the throng of people streaming out of the stadium hand in hand and Steve, still grinning like an idiot felt Katie tug on his hand.

“Shall we head for a drink?” She asked as he looked at her.

He nodded, tilting the peak of her cap back slightly and giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Sounds great.” And it was a great idea. Until they parked up, walked into the sports bar and spotted half of STRIKE in there round a table.

“Turn around.” Katie hissed with a groan and, just as they were about to do so, Rumlow yelled from the bar.

“Hey Cap, Nova…”

“Too late.” Steve muttered as Katie rolled her eyes and turned round.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Rumlow smiled and Katie shrugged.

“Yeah, small world, huh?”

“You want a beer, Cap?” Rumlow gestured to the bar and Steve nodded.

“Sure, thanks.”

“Stark, what do you…woah, what is this shit?” Rumlow pointed at her shirt and it didn’t escape Steve’s notice that the man’s gaze was lingering far too long on her boobs. He took a deep inhale, his fists clenching in his pockets as Katie let out a scoff.

“This shit just kicked the Nationals asses!” she responded, jabbing Rumlow in his chest.

“Whatever man!” Rumlow shook his head. “Fucking Dodgers…” They didn’t have much option then but to join the rest of the team. Rumlow took the opportunity to eyeball Katie at every given opportunity and it was really starting to piss Steve off. At one time Katie looked up and caught Steve simply glaring at Rumlow, and in an attempt to keep him calm she gently squeezed his knee under the table. Steve was glad when it was his round, giving him an excuse to leave the table, Evans following to give him a hand.

“Enjoy your date?” Thee ginger haired man looked at Steve with a smirk.

“What?” Steve replied, a little too quickly. “I saw you and Stark kissing.” Evans popped a shoulder. “Outside the stadium. Don’t worry, no one else did.” Steve let out a sigh. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong, but he knew that Tony didn’t know yet and the pair of them were simply enjoying the early stages of a new relationship on their own before the inevitable tornado of interest hit once they did go public. Glancing at Katie who was talking to Rollins and Rumlow at their table, he turned back to Evans and dropped his voice slightly.

“We’re not deliberately keeping it from everyone, it’s just early days, don’t want everyone sticking their noses in, get what I’m sayin’?” “Secret’s safe with me.” Evans nodded. “Although I suspect it won’t be a secret for much longer if Rumlow keeps eye fucking your girl.”

Steve let out a snort as he took his change from the bar tender. “He’s a pain in the ass.” “Yeah well do me a favour, Cap.” Evans chuckled, picking up three of the glasses “When you do eventually snap and beat on him, make sure I’m there. Been waiting for someone to smack the shit outta him for years.”

****

Later that evening the coffee table at Katie’s apartment sported a number of empty plates, which had previously contained several frozen pizzas, and a good quantity of empty beer bottles. Katie was happily snuggled under Steve’s arm, curled against him and he was enjoying the closeness and comfortable silence that had fallen over them as they watched another ‘Game of Thrones’ episode. Katie had gotten him hooked on the fantasy programme and promised not to watch any of the latest season until he had caught up on the last two. As the episode finished he felt her stir and he didn’t want her to move, thankfully she didn’t too far, simply shifting her head slightly.

“So I never asked if you enjoyed yourself” She asked, looking up at him.

“Doll, it was amazing. Thank you.” “We should go more often” She mused “I haven’t seen a game live in years but I really enjoyed it.”

“You know what I didn’t enjoy?” He looked down at her, the soft light from the lamp illuminating her pretty face, highlighting the freckles spattered across her nose. “Sitting in that bar with Rumlow watching him looking at you.”

“Aww were you jealous?” She teased, sitting up.

“Not at all.” He shook his head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he recalled what Evans had said at the bar “Just don’t appreciate him eye fucking my girl.”

She let out a large snort before she looked at him, as her brain registered what he had just said.

“Your girl?” Her tone was teasing but the look in her eyes told him she was anything but, in fact she looked almost nervous. “Is that what I am?”

Steve hesitated, realising that he’d never actually asked her that question before. Was three weeks too soon? He had no idea. To him it wasn’t, he’d been waiting to be able to call her his for months now, but was he outside of modern day dating etiquette?

He looked at her and took a deep breath, before he swallowed and spoke quietly, the nerves making his stomach flip slightly. “Well I’m kinda hoping you wannabe. I mean, if it’s not too soon.”

“It’s not too soon, it’s not too soon at all.” She whispered as she looked back at him, her features soft, eyes alive in the dim light of the lamp. “Stevie, I already am.”

And that was it, his lips crashed onto hers and he was kissing her like he’d been wanting to kiss her all day, his arm curling tighter round her, pulling her close. Katie took the initiative, every inch of her body was on fire for him, and she wrapped her arms round his neck and pulled him down as she fell slowly backwards, sinking into the couch. The movement came as a not-entirely unwelcome surprise to Steve and he didn’t resist. Automatically his hands crept to her hips, settling just under the hem of her top as she placed both hands on his face, the pads of her finger tips cupping his jaw. She broke away this time to breathe, head laying back on the arm of the couch and he dropped his head, pausing his lips inches from her neck.

“Can I kiss you here?” He whispered softly. .

“God, yes.” Katie sighed and he obliged, pressing his mouth to her neck. He gripped her hips again and they gave a little jerk of their own accord, pushing up against him and they she let out a soft moan at the feeling of his crotch bumping against hers. At the noise Steve pulled back to stare at her again, almost as if he was needing her permission to carry on. Katie wordlessly answered by tilting her hips up again, causing him to give a little grunt as she did so, before he took a deep breath and swallowed.

“Doll, I don’t want to rush you or do anything-”

“It’s okay Steve,” Her voice was low and slightly breathy as she looked at him, her eyes, locking onto his. She wanted this, more than she’d wanted anything before. She pushed her head upwards, lips pressing back to his and her hands slid under his t- shirt. His muscles twitched at her touch as the sensation of her gently dragging her nails across his stomach sent a spike of desire, like a red hot poker through his entire body. At that point, something snapped inside him and he let out a growl and Katie paused, hands still on his stomach.

“Did you just growl at me?” Her eyes flashed, dark, a smirk on her face. She was enjoying the effect she had on him, and right now so was he.

“Yeah.” he nodded, simply.

Her smirk grew wider as she grasped the bottom of his T-shirt. He held his arms up so she pull it over his head, and once he was free, he glanced down to see Katie looking at his chest.

She’d never seen him topless before and she was momentarily stunned. She let her hands wander, tracing the lines of the flowing muscles and Steve let out another groan wanting to feel her skin against his. He interrupted her hands exploration by gripping her top and looked back at her, ever questioning. As means of an answer she moved her arms and sat up slightly to allow him to yank it up and off, her hair falling around her shoulders, his lips catching hers as he gently slipped one strap of her bra down at a time placing a soft kiss on each of her shoulders. Her breasts spilled over the tops of the lace lined cups and his groin twitched, the crotch of his jeans now painfully tight.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered gently, and then he kissed her again. Her fingers gently took his hands and she guided them onto her, sliding them up her rib cage to her chest and he obliged, boy did he oblige. Gently at first, softly squeezing and kneading the soft flesh and white lace, before his hand slid into the cups, teasing her taught nipples with his thumbs, acting completely on instinct, listening and watching her as she groaned gently, arching her back, her reaction telling him he was doing something right as all the time his groin bumped against hers.

Katie could feel the fabric of her underwear sliding in her jeans with every thrust of his hips against hers, that’s how wet she was. Steve was rocking hard against her and she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling sharply, forcing his head back, almost violently. As she tugged he let out another low growl and when she let go he stared down at her to see her smirking as she watched him, his pupils blown so wide there was hardly any blue left.

The rhythm of his hips was growing more frantic and their kisses were growing more desperate. “More,” she moaned into his mouth, and he gave her what she wanted, moving his hips even faster, rubbing against her in ways that had her clutching at his back like her life depended on it. Steve had never felt anything like this in his life. It was so good, so right, in a way nothing had ever felt so right before. This was a first for him, rutting up against someone fully clothed. Making out, Bucky had called it, but none of Steve’s bedroom experiences had ever entailed anything like this, and God, his head was a whirl of lust, desire, and he didn’t give a fuck about anything else at that moment other than her as she lay underneath him.

He started to lose his rhythm and he let out another groan as the tell-tale tightening across his lower stomach warned him he was fast approaching his release. This was too soon, he needed to get her there first. Clenching his teeth he desperately fought back the high as he pushed his hips down hard, making her gasp and claw at his back.

“Sweetheart, I’m close.” He breathed. “You almost there? Tell me your close baby, please?”

He needn’t have worried, at his words it was all she could do to moan brokenly and nod and his mouth fell to that spot on her neck which seemed to drive her wild. She tipped her head back as he gently nipped beneath her ear with his teeth and a few more thrusts of his hips against hers and she was done, fingers wrapped around his hair as the lights exploded in front her eyes and she felt the coil in her stomach unravelling as she came hard underneath him, hips bucking upwards, almost violently. Her voice was broken as she gasped out “Stevie…”and it was the single most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life. Her name for him, the name that no-one in this day and age called him other than her, tumbled from her lips and seeing and feeling her fall apart in his arms sent him over the edge right behind her in a pure surge of ecstasy. He fell forward, his arms shaking as he fought to keep his body up, not wanting to crush her under his weight. His head dropped forward, as he lowered himself ever so gently onto his elbows, his face pressing into the crook of her shoulder and she gently ran her fingers through his hair as they both breathed deeply as they waited to regain control of their bodies. Eventually both of them evened out and he raised his head to look at her, to find her smirking a little, her eyes twinkling with what looked like humour.

“What?” He managed to ask, his nose sliding against hers.

“I haven’t dry humped since I was about sixteen.” she said closing her eyes again with a smirk.

“Dry humped?” He snorted. “What-“

She laughed “Dry humping, making out, whatever. It’s been a while, Rogers.”

He felt himself chuckle again and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, one of her hands running up and down his spine causing the muscles to gently twitch at her touch, neither of them in a hurry to move, but Steve’s arms were starting to hurt.

“You ok?” Katie looked at him, seeing the tension in his muscles and he nodded.

“Yeah, just, my arms.”

“Lay down.” Her hands moved to his biceps, gently trailing shapes on his skin.

“Doll, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’m not made of glass, handsome. I promise you, it’ll be fine.”

Steve licked his lips and with a deep breath he lowered himself down gently, shifting and moving lower, pressing as little of himself to her as he could, despite the fact he could have happily smothered her to feel her body pressed against this. He closed his eyes and lay his head gently on her chest as she carded one hand through his hair, the other softly trailing down his neck and across his shoulders. Her touch was soothing, relaxing, loving even, and h felt himself beginning to doze off.

Katie was also growing sleepy, so she gently kissed his head and whispered a single word to him.

“Stay?”

It was a question to him, an invitation to stay with her that she was desperately hoping he’d take up.

He opened his eyes to blink lazily up at her. “Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice thick.

She nodded, “Let’s go to bed.”

He made to stand before he remembered his trouser predicament having just shot his load into them like a pubescent teenager and stilled, his cheeks flushing even more.

“I uh…I think I need to…”

“There’s some stuff of Tony’s in the spare room.” she said, looking at him cutting him off knowing exactly what the problem was because she was also in need of a clean-up “Should be a pair of sweats in there. Might be a bit short on you but…”

With another soft kiss, he pushed himself up off the couch before offering her his hand. She took it and he pulled her up, a little more forcefully than he had intended and she fell forwards, crashing into his chest.

“Steady on Soldier.” She grinned and he apologised, dropping a kiss to her forehead as his gaze once more dropped to her chest. With a certain glint in her eye she turned around, undid her bra and slipped it off before bending over in front of him, picking up his T-shirt from where she’d tossed it to the floor before heading over to the stairs.

Steve was hard again like it had never left.

After he had cleaned himself up and managed to calm himself down, he thrown on a pair of Tony’s sweatpants retrieved from the spare room and exited the main bathroom, heading to her room. She wasn’t asleep as he found out as he settled down in the bed next to her, and she moved to rest her head on his bare chest tangling her legs into his as his hand stroked her back, gently underneath his T’shirt, light fingers brushing her soft skin.

“This is mine…” He teased with a yawn as he tugged at the bottom of his shirt and she moved laying a soft kiss onto his lips.

“You can have it back tomorrow.” She said, laying her head back down on his chest. As her breathing grew even he felt himself start to drift off too, the warm feeling in his chest made him want to burst with happiness.

*****

When Steve woke the next morning it was peacefully. Katie had shifted positions through the night and now her back was to him pressed as close as she could get, he still had his arms around her, his face buried in her hair. She smelt so familiar and comfortable. As his sleepy brain reminded him of the previous night he smiled and felt a familiar twitch. He was hard, again, which wasn’t uncommon when waking up, but suddenly he felt her stir, and then he realised with horror that she was going to feel him poking her in the back.

It took Katie a few seconds to recall the night before, but when she felt a solid, warm wall of muscle pressed against her, a small hum of contentment rumbled in her throat as she pushed back further into him. They both lay there for a moment, silently, basking in the warmth and softness of each other before Katie turned over and looked up at him. Her face was devoid of any make up, not that she wore a lot anyway, but her freckles were more pronounced, clear skin was bright, cheeks flushed and her hair was tousled in waves around her shoulders. He reached out to tuck a long strand that had fallen over her cheek behind her ears, when she looked up at him, her eyes glinting.

He was about to wish her good morning, but before he could she kissed him, hard and fast, tongue tangling with his. And then she was straddling him, his head against the pillow, as her lips began to trail down his chest. By the time his sleep and lust addled brain had caught up with what was going on, she had reached her destination and had flipped the waist band of the sweats he was wearing down, taking his erection firmly in one hand, making him hiss slightly.

His size had taken Katie slightly by surprise, although she knew with retrospect it shouldn’t have. She looked up and locked eyes with him before she gave him one final smirk and took him in her mouth. Steve panicked for a second, this had never happened to him before, his hands flying to the bed sheets either side of his waist, but it wasn’t for long, as all worry flew out of his mind as she began to work him.

From the noises he was making Katie knew he was enjoying himself. Which was her aim. After a short while, she pulled off of him to suck at the tip and worked her hands over the rest of his length. When she glanced up at him, he had his head thrown back against the pillow, face contorted in utter pleasure. She continued to lick, suck, and when she pulled away slightly to suck at the sensitive tip, working the rest of his length with her hands he let out a loud groan and he looked at her. Her eyes locked onto his and he felt that tell-tale warmth rising in his groin and stomach.

“Katie, sweetheart, shit.” His voice was raspy from desire and the fact it was morning and Katie was beyond aroused at the sound as he babbled the first words either of them had spoken since waking. “I’m gonna-” his words caught in his mouth as she took him in hers again, this time all the way to the back of her throat. At that, he was gone, his fingers gripped her hair tight the other clutched at the bedsheets, noises escaping him that he’d never heard before as he spilled himself down her throat and slumped back completely blissed out.

Katie rolled onto her side watching, as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her.

“Morning, Handsome.” She grinned and he felt himself chuckle.

“Morning, Gorgeous.” he said, still fighting to control his breathing.

“You want breakfast?” She asked, leaning over to peck him on the lips. He hummed a response and she smiled once more before climbing out of bed. Steve watched her head into the bathroom and found himself thinking that as far as mornings went, he’d had worse.

She emerged a few moments later, her hair slightly less wild, and she was still in his T-shirt, which fell to midway down her toned thighs, giving him a better look at that intriguing tattoo that adorned her right which he still hadn’t seen in full properly. She flashed him a smile, fully aware he was looking her up and down, and then she left without a word, clearly with no intentions of getting dressed fully yet. Which was fine by him.

Katie turned the radio on and set about making coffee, singing softly to herself as she replaced the filter paper. She tossed in a liberal amount of Columbian Roast and was just pouring two mugs when Steve, who was now out of bed, appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. She smiled at him and slid a mug of the coffee over the island where the creamer and sugar already lay waiting and he took it with a thanks.

“How hungry are you?” she asked and he arched an eyebrow over the top of the mug and she gave a laugh. “Sorry, dumbass question. Fancy pancakes and fruit?”

“Don’t got to any trouble, Doll.” He began to protest but she shook her head.

“It’s no bother, I can whip up a batter in five minutes.”

Turning away from him, she reached up into the cupboard for the flour and the T-shirt she was wearing rode up slightly giving Steve a perfect view of her ass which was clad in black lace panties. The fraying tendrils of self-control he had been holding onto snapped completely and stood up from the stool he’d been perched on, right hand still clutching his coffee. He rounded the island in three long strides and placed the mug down on the counter beside her, his hands falling to her hips and he gently spun her to face him. She giggled slightly before his lips met hers and he reached down and cupped her ass in both hands picking her up easily and setting her down on the counter.

“Something got you worked up Captain?” She teased, looking up at him. Last night had clearly unlocked something in the Soldier, and she was liking what she was seeing, and feeling.

“Yeah, the sight of you wearing nothing but a pair of panties and my t-shirt…” He said raising an eyebrow as he reached for his mug again, taking another drink, trying to play it cool. But it wasn’t working clearly, as she simply laughed and slid both arms around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him again. His free hand slid to her thigh, tracing a path up until, just as he had reached the bottom of her panties, they were interrupted by the sound of the lift doors opening.

“Hey Kiddo, you in?” Steve and Katie exchanged a look, utter horror spreading from Steve’s head to his toes as Tony’s voice hit his ears.

“Kiddo?” he shouted again. “I can smell coffee, you in the kitchen?”

“Shit…” Katie said as she gently pushed Steve backwards, jumping down from the counter, adjusting the T-shirt. Steve was now a shade of crimson pretty much from his neck upwards as he desperately tried to rearrange his pants to hide his once more ebbing arousal. She debated telling Steve to hide in the bedroom but there was no way he’d get across the open plan living space to the stairs without Tony seeing him.

They were well and truly caught.

As she clocked the utter horror on Steve’s face she was suddenly overcome with giggles at how ridiculous the entire situation was. A super soldier and a SHIELD agent, both of them having faught aliens, deadly terrorists and weapons traders, were stood in her kitchen panicking about being busted fooling around by her brother.

“So, the damned board meeting was cancelled which would have been fine had I not already been on the jet over, so I thought seeing as I now in town with nothing to do we could hang for the day or if you’re too busy at least have breakfast…” Tony’s voice was getting louder as he walked through the apartment.

Steve looked at her in utter astonishment as she began to laugh now because frankly he couldn’t think of a single thing that was funny about this situation if he tried. Her laughter didn’t stop even as her brother walked into the kitchen, his brown eyes flashing from his sister to Steve and their various state of undress, a look of utter horror on his face as he processed the implications.

“Oh you have gottta be fucking kidding me…” Tony muttered, dropping the box he was carrying onto the kitchen counter. “Please tell me there’s a perfectly innocent explanation for this…” “Explanation yes, innocent…not so much.” Katie said through her laughter and Steve let out a groan. This was not how he wanted Tony to find out. “Don’t you know how to buzz Dickwad, before just walking into my apartment?”

“I have a key…” “For emergencies…” she shot back. “Stop changing the subject.” Tony demanded his eyes flashing dangerously and Katie folded her arms and tilted her chin up defiantly.

“Look, this isn’t a big deal, Tony…”

“No, this…this is a very big deal…” he snapped back as he looked from her to Steve, every line on his face was contorted with anger and shock.

Steve took a deep breath and placed his mug down on the side. “Tony…” he began trying to placate the billionaire but he was cut off.

“What, you gonna tell me this aint what it looks like?” he shook his head. “That Captain America isn’t banging my little sister? I might be like nearly 60 years younger than you old man but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Steve took a breath, his nostrils flaring at Tony’s snipe.

“Tony, I’m 29 next week, I can do what or who I like” Katie snapped at him “And besides you’ve no room to talk, the amount of times I’ve walked in on you and whichever bimbo you decided to bring home that night…”

“That is completely different!” Tony spluttered.

“No it isn’t” she shot back, hands going to her hips.

Tony’s eyes locked onto hers, before he looked back at Steve who held his gaze evenly, before the dark haired man shook his head and looked at the super soldier.

“Can you go and put some clothes on please, frankly the amount of flesh on show is disturbing me.” “Well I would but your sister is still wearing my shirt.” Steve shot back, his temper rising. Tony gave another growl and then he stopped, open mouthed.

“Are those my sweats?” He spluttered, his voice practically a squeak.

“Yes.” Katie replied simply, and at that point she grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. The initial humour she had found in the situation had ebbed away and now she was livid at her brother.

“He is…” she started, opening the various drawers to pull out a hooded top. Taking Steve’s T-shirt off, as she threw it over the bed to him. “The biggest hypocrite going…”

“To be fair I can kinda see it from his point of view…” Steve said shrugging on his T-shirt and making a point of averting his eyes as she strode over to her dresser, naked bar her panties.

She pulled on a hoody and narrowed her eyes at Steve. “Don’t defend him…”

He chuckled and crossed the room, walking round the bed. “I’m not.” he placed a peck on her lips “But I do think that I should go, let you talk to him alone…”

“Yeah, probably for the best…” she breathed out a sigh and followed him down the stairs where he retrieved his sneakers.

“Wait, do you wanna take my car or…” He gestured up and down his body, and she took in his trainers, slightly too short joggers and a T-shirt “Nah, Baby Girl, I’ll run.” She smiled at the term of endearment that he hadn’t used before then, as he dropped a kiss to her cheek.

“I’ll call you later.” He promised, before disappearing in the elevator.

Katie took a deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. Tony eyed her from where he was leaning against the counter, mug of coffee in his hand.

“Don’t start.” Katie warned him, to no avail

“Oh I’m gonna!” Tony spat, before he paused and looked around “Where is the Star Spangled Ass-hole?”

“Gone home.” Katie folded her arms.

Tony snorted “I bet he has…” “You know I don’t remember me reacting like this every time you brought a girl home, which from my recollection happened quite a lot.” Katie sniped back, as she walked to where he was stood by the coffee pot and reached round him to pour herself a fresh mug.

“That..that was different…” Tony stammered at her back as she walked to the counter for the creamer.

“How so?”

“Because, well, it’s him…” he whined “I mean, seriously? Of all the men in the world…”

“Yeah because the last one worked out so great…” Katie said sarcastically, replacing the carton down with a slightly harsh action, causing some to spill over the top.

The room fell silent bar the chink of the spoon on the edge of her pink unicorn mug as she stirred in sugar and milk. She took a sip of her drink and turned to face her brother who was hunched over the counter slightly, eyes on his mug. Eventually he straightened up and met his sister’s eyes before he spoke again, this time his voice was softer.

“How long?” he asked,

“Three weeks, give or take.”

“Three weeks, and I’m only just finding out?” “Yes, Tony.” she groaned, with the air of someone talking to a small child “And your reaction is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

To be fair, Steve was right. It wasn’t an ideal way for him to find out, but she knew the reaction from Tony wasn’t about her being caught, it was about her being caught with Steve. The two men got on okay, which hadn’t always been the case, but after the battle of New York Steve had spent a lot of time with them both at the tower. Tony was still a little reserved with Steve, more so due to the fact that Captain America was someone their dad had idolised but, whilst the two men were immensely different, there was a mutual respect between them and Katie was hoping now that that was going to be enough for Tony to be reasonable about the situation.

“Please don’t kick off about this. I care about him, a lot.” She said gently, looking at her brother, appealing to his better nature and the fact that she knew he would want her to be happy.

And sure enough, that was exactly what Tony asked as he looked at her.

“Does he make you happy?”

“More than anything.” she replied honestly. “I really like him Tony, I want this to work.”

Tony studied her face for a moment before he let out a deep sigh, looking away. “Damned it.” He groaned “I can’t believe I’m going to have to have the Shovel Conversation with Captain America.”

In the silence that followed Katie debated pointing out that Steve wouldn’t be frightened in the slightest of Tony’s various threats anyway, but who was she to rob her brother of his opportunity to try and protect her? Instead she placed her mug on the counter and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Tony who sighed again and reciprocated the gesture.

“Suppose he is an improvement on Agent Shitweasel” he said, resting his chin on her head.

“That’s not exactly a glowing endorsement.” she snorted.

*****

Steve was reading a book in his lounge when Katie messaged him later that afternoon. Apparently Tony had calmed down enough to take her for lunch at some Italian place in the Business District following which they’d had a walk round the city together before Tony had left to go back to New York. Steve was pleased, he knew that despite the fact that he drove her insane at times, she loved the bones of her brother which was why his reaction before had pissed her off. He messaged back, telling her he was glad she’d had a good time and that he would call her later before he picked his book back up, but he’d only managed another chapter or so before there was a buzz on his intercom.

“Rogers, it’s me.”

Steve sighed “Come on up.”

He wasn’t surprised Tony was on his doorstep, he’d been half expecting it. And, judging from the lack of stupid nickname, no Spangles, no Capsicle, no Old Man, he wasn’t here to exchange pleasantries. A fact that was confirmed when Stark didn’t wait for Steve to invite him in, he simply pushed past the door into his flat and stalked inside, glancing around.

“You can tell Kiddo helped you decorate and furnish this gaff, far too modern to be your doing. There’s no Dig for Victory posters or wind up radios…” Tony said, causing Steve to roll his eyes “Holy shit, is that an original Dekka?”

“Katie said you’d like that” Steve watched the inventor cross the room and run his hands across the sleekness of the record player’s casing. “But I have a feeling you didn’t come here to admire my music equipment.”

“Perceptive” Tony turned to face him, his eyes flashing. Steve took a deep breath.

“Tony, I…” “No, you don’t get to talk, you get to listen. And you better listen good.” the billionaire cut him off “Katie was heartbroken when Agent Shitweasel did the dirty on her. She came home and I held her as she cried herself to sleep for 2 goddamned weeks before she shipped out to New Mexico… ”

“Tony…”Steve began, knowing already where this conversation was going. He wanted to assure Tony that he would never do what Ward had done, ever. But Tony ignored him.

“I hated him.” Tony said “he was an absolute dickhead with her at times and she changed because of it. And then, after New York she seemed to go back to being her old self. She was laughing, socialising…and that was down to you” Tony looked at the Super Soldier, who cocked his head slightly to the right as he listened, a small smile tugging at his lips “ She had a friend, something she hasn’t had much time for since my little sioree in an Afghan cave, my bad, and for the first time in ages I can see she’s over it, you know…” he took a deep breath and Steve waited for him to finish “But Katie puts her heart into everything, and I gotta ask Cap, is this serious for you or you just after getting your dick wet?”

“What? No, of course it’s serious for me Tony…” Steve said, his temper flaring slightly at his crass tone. “I can’t believe you think that little of me that you had to even ask me that!”

“Oh get off your high horse, Rogers!” Tony shook his head, and Steve raised his eyebrows “This has nothing to do with what I think of you, this is about my sister…you know the girl I brought up from the age of 7. The girl I couldn’t love any more if she was my own. I’d die for her you got that? Die for her!”

“Well that makes 2 of us!” Steve said loudly, silencing the other man. There was a moment where no sound was heard in the apartment bar the ticking of the clock on the wall and Tony raised his eyebrows slightly as Steve looked down at the floor taking a deep breath.

“Look, I know you’re not happy about this…” Steve sighed, looking at Tony again “But do I care about her Tony, more than you know, and nothing you do or say to me is gonna change that.”

Tony’s eyes softened, but his jaw remained set. Steve took a deep breath and wet his lips before he continued. “And, for what it’s worth, I think you did a damned good job of raising her. She’s an incredible woman.”

“She’s a pain in the ass…” Tony sniffed, Steve was glad to hear his tone was less confrontational “And she’s stubborn, always thinks she knows best…”

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Steve said cheekily

“Absolutely no idea” Tony deadpanned back.

Steve’s face cracked into a smile as did Tony’s.

“Look.” Tony sighed, “I just want her to be happy and with someone that treats her right…”

“I don’t ever want to hurt her, Tony. You have my word…” Steve said, honestly.

“Good, because if you do, make no mistake I will fucking kill you, slowly and painfully and there will be no defrosting 70 years down the line.” Tony’s brown eyes flashed slightly as he stared at Steve, And Steve knew, absolutely 100% that he meant it. He was surprised to find himself slightly unnerved by the threat. Hoping that his face didn’t give him away her merely nodded and then Tony’s demeanour changed completely and he turned back into the Tony Stark that Steve knew, and had to admit quite liked after all.

“Good, this was a good talk…” Tony said, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

Steve smiled as the weight he hadn’t even realised he’d been carrying was lifted off his shoulder. Having Tony’s, albeit grudging, approval would mean the world to Katie, and if he was honest, it meant a lot to him as well. Not only was Tony his friend also, but he was the closest thing Katie had to a father, and he wanted him to be alright with the fact the two of them were together.

He offered the man a coffee which he politely declined, stating he needed to get back to New York. The two shook hands on the threshold of Steve’s door before Tony gave him one last look, raising his index finger and middle finger of his right hand to his eyes, before turning them to point at Steve in an “I’m watching you” gesture. Steve raised his eyebrows in understanding and felt his mouth tug upwards at the side as Tony turned on his heels and left.

He retreated back to his living room and pulled out his phone.

“Hey Badass” Katie greeted and Steve chuckled.

“I’ve just had a visitor.” Katie groaned into the phone as he sat back on his couch

“Let me guess… my darling brother turned up to give you the shovel talk?” her tone was exasperated. “No mention of a shovel, just threatened to kill me slowly and painfully if I hurt you, and you know what? I have absolutely no qualms about the fact he would.” Steve grinned as he spoke.

“Don’t tell me Captain America is scared of Iron Man?” she questioned playfully. “No, Steve Rogers is slightly disconcerted by Tony Stark.” He corrected as she let out a chuckle.

“Best make sure you don’t hurt me then aint ya?” “I’ve no intentions of doing doll.” He said, honestly before he let out a breath, smiling “I really enjoyed last night.”

“And this morning?”

“Yeah, another first.” He said, unable to stop the smirk on his face spreading into his voice “I’ve never, errr, had a woman use her mouth on me before…or vice versa for that matter.”

“I like being your first.” she said softly and his chest warmed at her words.

“You know what else was a first? Waking up next to my girl.”

There was a pause before she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

“And you know what else I like? You calling me your girl.”

A shit eating grin crept back across the Captains face. “Well, you better get used to it, Doll.”

**** Chapter 7

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horsegirlneigh · 4 years ago

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top 5 javerts! top 5 male musical characters! top 5 experiences in the theatre!

Top 5 Javerts? Earl Carpenter, Earl Carpenter, Earl Carpenter, Earl Carpenter aaanndd...Earl Carpenter. No but really he is two of them but bear with me as I explain why.

1. Earl Carpenter in the original production (circa 2008/9) This Is just some top notch Javert. Stoic and vocally sound with that dry humour from the brick edging in there. He was the first Javert I saw and nobody has ever really lived up to him.

2. Earl Carpenter in the staged concert circa 2021. Maybe its my absolute hysteria talking here but I feel like he has evolved so much in this role and he's taken on board enough of the new direction to mesh with the concert's vibe but by God you can pry that brick accurate portrayal from his cold dead hands. His Javert has a darker quality now and a world weary bitterness that only an older actor can bring to the role. Also his vocals are at their peak and he looks kinda earth shattering in that open greatcoat at the end...

3. Jeremy Secomb I mean what can I say, that man is wonderful. His patented Javert Stare.

4. Shaun Dalton. I actually can't remember a great deal of his performance but I remember how it made me feel. And it blew my mind. Maybe its because hes just so tall.

5. Philip Quast It would be wrong to leave him out. Before I discovered bootlegs all I had was the 10th Anniversary concert video that I borrowed from the library every week for 6 months....(am I showing my age here...?) and still he is my go to if I just want to hear a cracking Stars.

Okay Top 5 male characters and musical theatre experiences are going under the cut or I'll annoy the hell out of my followers with a stupidly long post.

Top 5 male musical characters

(I'm going to be a real basic bitch here....)

1.Jean Valjean THERE IS JUST SO MUCH 2. The Phantom of the Opera Again....so much an actor can do with this role. Its been going for 30 years and we're still getting new takes 3.Enjolras Need I say more...? 4. Javert 5. CHARLES KRINGAS

Top 5 Theatre Experiences

1. First time I saw Les Miserables. I can still remember how I felt in almost every scene. It had SUCH and effect on me. I didn't know anything about the show at all beforehand so it was HEAVY. When that barricade turned around and david thaxton was there with that white light on him oh GOD I can still feel the breath leaving my body. It was the first time any media has ever made me actually sob and I cried all the way back to paddington.

2. The final show of les mis. In a horrible way. When everyone cheered for the barricade...what an experience. I will never forget how much I cried.

3. The les mis 2012 cast change. (I swear theyre not all les mis...) That show was HIGH ENERGY. It was the last show of a cast that I loved with every ounce of my being and wow they gave their all that night.

4. Sweeney Todd at Harrington's Pie and Mash Shop. A perfect theatrical experience. Just incredible. Also Jeremy Secomb sang a whole verse inches from my face staring into my eyes it was terrifying and I loved it.

5. Merrily We Roll Along 2013 revival. That production was flawless. Anyone who was here will remember how much i loved that production. I went to see it every day for a week. Wow I miss it.

Also I want to add some special mentions to:

First time I got a standing ticket for les mis and saw the design head on and realised how incredible it was. This was the first time I really saw the suicide bridge and I was blown away.

First time I saw phantom from the centre front row. That dry ice billowing over my head oh what An Experience

And Candide at the Menier. (if you know you know)

#LONG POST #this is just almost unreadable drivel I am sorry

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golden-babbles · 4 years ago

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A Taste of Strength

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Pro Hero!reader

Warnings: Straight up smut. 18+ ONLY!!! Sorta mutual pining, slight voyeurism, oral sex (both male/fem), vaginal fingering, a little body worship, I guess? Muscle kink, unprotected sex, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: You ask Bakugo to help you develop your workout routine. Surprisingly enough, he actually has a flirtatious side to him. And he doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by your threats.

Inspiration: Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, Beast by Mia Martina, You've Seen the Butcher by Deftones (aka snippets of my workout playlist lol)

Word Count: 7k, damn. Got a little carried away here

A/N: This is my submission for @butterscotchbaku‘s 1k “New Year, New Kink” event! Congrats again, baby. You deserve all the love and kisses. Let's gooooooo. Unintentionally added some good workout advice to this lmao. Might need more editing, I’ll check tomorrow.

Your pencil wiggled back and forth between your fingers as you leaned one elbow against the long conference table, your swivel chair turned to face your boss, who stood at one end of the table with a PowerPoint. You listened to Mirko drone on about recent villain appearances, the importance of avoiding property damage, and some other subjects that you had long tuned out. The lack of new information had you bored, listening to the same spiel you got at the end of every day, and instead you found your mind wandering.

Your position in the chair behind his allowed you a perfect view of Katsuki Bakugo's toned shoulders and flexed bicep, your eyes tracing the muscle down to where his elbow rested against the table and following his forearm to where his fingers absent-mindedly played with his bottom lip, squeezing and pulling. It seemed to be a habit of his, demonstrating that he had also lost interest, while still quietly listening to what Mirko had to say.

Your eyes glued to his lips as you watched his movements. They seemed so soft and plush, and you could just imagine them against yours, and pressing into your skin, travelling down your stomach, until-

"Rumble." At the sound of your hero name, your attention snapped back to Mirko briefly, the pencil flung from your hand in surprise. Then your eyes went wide as you saw it lightly smack against Bakugo's cheek before falling to the floor. He turned to growl at you, eyebrows drawn down into a scowl, but was quickly stopped by a quick "Can it, Dynamight," from your boss.

You looked back to your Mirko and blushed at her knowing gaze. She chose not to call you out on your mental remoteness. "You two have been patrolling together for almost a month now," she gestured between you and Bakugo. "Anything the team should know?"

You shook your head and Bakugo crossed his arms in irritation as you said, "Our sector's been pretty empty. Just a few petty robbers here and there, but nothing noteworthy."

Mirko nodded and moved on to the next team's reports. Most were much the same as yours, with a few reporting some suspicious activities that had been passed on to the police force. You continued to watch Bakugo as the meeting went on, secretly pining and plotting ways to get him to spend time with you outside of your job. Your eyes glanced between his biceps and yours and an idea sparks in your mind as the meeting ended and people began to file out until it was just you and Bakugo left in the room, both of you gathering your equally detailed notes.

"Hey, Bakugo?" He grunted and cut his eyes to yours, and you took it as a signal to continue. "Could I ask you a favor?"

"Depends. What do you want?" He eyes you warily, obviously curious as to what you could possibly want from him.

"Would you, um, help me with my workouts? I've been trying to get into more weight training, but…" Your hand came up to scratch behind your neck nervously. "I don't really know what I'm doing when it comes to that stuff, and I know you work out a lot, so if you'd be willing, I would love some pointers." You raised your gaze back up to meet his crimson gaze.

He shrugged and went back to gathering his things. "Sure, whatever, I guess."

You grinned and slung your bag over your shoulder. "Awesome, I'll text you to plan." He grunted again in response, and your grin stayed plastered on your face for the whole walk to your car.

***

A few days later, you and Bakugo had a day off and had agreed to meet at the agency's gym. You wore a black cropped tank top over your favorite sports bra and short shorts, showing off your body as you walked into the state of the art facility that Mirko had designed herself. You carried your duffel bag to the locker room and deposited it into a locker before heading back out into the gym, assuming you'd find Bakugo near the weightlifting equipment.

It was easy to spot the spiky blonde standing beside a rack full of different free weights, since the gym wasn't very crowded anyway. He looked scrumptious in a black compression tank that showed off the muscles in his chest and abdomen and dark grey shorts that stopped just above his knees, giving you a peak at his well-defined thighs. You had to resist the urge to lick your lips as his head lifted and he noticed you walking toward him.

You smirked as you watched his eyes widen in surprise, then rake over your exposed skin. Unlike most female heroes, your hero costume was actually quite modest, consisting of black cargo pants and a tight-fitting v-neck muscle tank, along with your support items. It gave you plenty of mobility, an important necessity for your quirk, which allowed you to manipulate any materials derived from earth. You were often compared to the earthbenders from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't stolen some of your moves from Toph.

Since your costume kept you so well covered, you realized that this was the first time that Bakugo had ever seen so much of your body, and you could almost swear you saw the tips of his ears flush pink as he turned away from you with a huff.

"What do you want to start with?" He asked gruffly, opting to face the weight rack instead of facing you.

"I was thinking I'd like to focus on my arms and shoulders, since that's where most of my focus is when I'm using my quirk." You began to stretch your arms and shoulders as you listened for his response, your music still thumping quietly in one ear.

"That's fine for today, but your legs are vital too, since they provide the base for your movements. Most of your moves force you to lunge and squat, and sometimes hold those positions, so your leg strength is just as important." He lifted a set of 50 pound dumbbells off the rack and set them aside, presumably for himself, then looked up to meet your wide eyes.

"You really pay that much attention to my moves?" You continued to stretch, but your face showed very clear surprise, and this time you were certain that you saw a blush painted on his cheeks as he turned away from you once more.

"Yeah, well, you're my partner, so…" he trailed off and your eyebrows creased in confusion as he picked up a pair of 70 pound dumbbells and set them beside the 50s.

"Okay, I hope those are both for you." You gestured to the two pairs of dumbbells now sitting on the bench and he shook his head.

"Nope, you're taking the 50s. We're starting with shrugs. I'll show you." He easily lifts the 50 pound weights and hands them off to you, checking to make sure that you have a good grip on them before shifting to your side to teach you the exercise.

"I've done shrugs before, I know how to work my traps." You rolled your eyes, prepared for mansplaining.

"I'm sure, I just want to make sure that you're doing them correctly, so that you don't hurt yourself." He was surprisingly polite and delightfully physical as he explained how to position your head and neck to avoid strain on your spine. He moved behind you and gripped your biceps as he explained the movement, going over how you should lift your shoulders slowly, squeeze your traps at the top, and then slowly release back to your starting position, bending your arms slightly to counteract your shoulders' forward motion and avoiding rolling your shoulders on the release.

Your heartbeat quickened as he touched you with calloused hands, and you found it difficult to pay attention to what he was saying, but it seemed that he was satisfied with your performance when he stepped back around your body to face you once more.

"Got it?" He asked. "Those weights should be just right for you for this, but do you feel any strain in your shoulders?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm just used to working with low weight, high reps."

"Low weight, high reps is good for muscular endurance, but high weight, low reps is good for muscular strength. We're focusing on the latter for now." You were shocked at how patient he was being and how he explained things to you so calmly, completely contrary to the Bakugo that you were used to.

"Thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it."

He grunted and his usual scowl returned to his face. "It's nothing."

***

You had been meeting with Bakugo for weight training fairly regularly for a few weeks now, alternating between muscle groups to avoid being too sore on the job and making sure to cover different strength and endurance exercises to optimize your workouts.

Today, you were finishing up your workout with a set of bench presses, sweat dripping down your forehead as your arms bent, then straightened, your movements growing a little sluggish with exertion. You were glad to have Bakugo standing over you, hands outstretched and ready to catch the bar if your muscles failed you.

"One more, c'mon. Don't be weak." You scoffed as you pressed out one more rep, then sighed in relief as he helped you guide the bar into the pegs it rested on, taking a few deep breaths as you laid on the bench before you sat up.

"Weak, my ass. This is the most I've lifted since we started." You grinned to yourself at the accomplishment and stood, coming face to face with a smirking Bakugo.

"I know that ass isn't weak, we've worked glutes too." You squeaked when his hand tapped your asscheek lightly as he passed you, grabbing more weights to add to the bar. "Don't insult my personal training, I'm the best trainer around."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his ever-present arrogance, thinking that you shouldn't be surprised at how cocky and bold he'd been in the few weeks that the two of you had been working out together, surprising you with a flirtatious side that you hadn't expected him to have. He had slowly slipped from gruff and standoffish to flirty and bold.

"Whatever, just lay down and finish this set so I can shower, then go home and take a bubble bath." You took up the position he had been in earlier, your legs spread and ready to squat, knowing that it would take you more effort to catch the weight that he was lifting.

This time it was his turn to scoff. "I don't take orders from you, princess." But he hefted the weight bar anyway, and you followed it with a squat as you spotted him, legs straightening when he pressed up.

"You know, I really don't mind this view." Your eyes darted down to his face, eyebrows narrowing as you glared at him, finding him blatantly staring at your chest as you squatted down again, following the bar.

"Don't be crass, Katsuki." You chided, and he snickered.

"I told you, I don't take orders from you." His statement made you roll your eyes, but you said nothing in return. "Anyway, you're lucky you get to shower. Men's showers aren't working right now. Someone punched a hole in the wall and busted one of the pipes or something."

He easily continued his reps while carrying on a conversation with you and you found yourself frustrated that he didn't seem to be working as hard as you were. You chose to channel your irritation into teasing him, and grinned sadistically at the prospect.

"Are you sure you aren't the one that punched through the wall?" He scoffed at your question, but didn't seem to have anything to say about it. "Well, that's good to know. I'll be able to take a nice, hot, steamy shower after this, and you're stuck in your sweat until you get home. Sucks to suck."

He grunted at you as he finished his last rep, and your hands grabbed the bar to help him guide it back onto its pegs. He sat up and swing his left leg over the bench so that he was sitting sideways on the firm cushions, and turned his head to look at you. The smirk on his face let you know to be prepared to roll your eyes.

"You could always let me join you. There's no one else here but us." His hand stretched out in a sweeping gesture, and your eyes glanced around the gym to see that the two of you were, indeed, the only ones left in the gym. Not necessarily a surprising fact, considering that it was nearing 9 pm. You rolled your eyes anyway.

"In your dreams, blasty boi." You muttered.

He held his smirk as you moved to one side of the bar as he took up the other, the two of you removing the weighted plates and returning them to the storage racks. As he walked over to the wall to grab a wipe for the bench, you turned toward the women's locker room and brought your hand up in a wave.

"G'night, Bakugo." Then you turned to look at him over your shoulder, with hooded eyes and a mocking flirt in your tone. "Join me in the showers if you want a swift kick in the balls."

You heard him snickering behind you as he wiped off the bench, and you shook your arms out and did some light stretches as you made your way to the locker rooms.

Once you stepped inside the locker room, you sighed, and smacked your palm to your forehead in frustration. Dammit, y/n, if only you could be bold enough to actually invite him to shower with you. The two of you have been flirting for weeks now, clearly you both want it. Why didn't you take that opportunity?

You puffed out your cheeks in an exhale as you brought your hand down and moved to the locker you had stuffed your bag into, grabbing your soap and a towel, then making your way to one of the shower stalls. You didn't bother to close the door behind you as you turned the water on and hummed, waiting for it to warm up before you stepped underneath the stream.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo watched you walk away as he continued to wipe down the bench, eyes focused on the way your ass filled out your shorts, and watching your calves flex with each step you took. He dropped the wipe he had been using in a trash can as he made his way toward the men's locker room, which was on the same wall as the women's, just a bit further down.

He contemplated as he went. Was that an invitation? I mean, sure, she said it came with a price, but she didn't seem to be opposed to the idea or anything. After all the flirting she's been sending my way? This thought brought another of his trademark smirks to his lips. Tch, who am I kidding. Of course she'd want to be with me! I'm the best! And so is she.

Bakugo's pace picked up as he made his decision, quickly grabbing his bag from the locker he had left it in, then making his way into the women's locker room, glancing around the gym once more as he passed through, to make sure that there was no one else around.

Bakugo looked around as he stepped inside the women’s locker room. He didn’t see you, but he saw your gym bag sprawled across one of the benches, and heard a shower running around the corner. He smirked to himself as he set his bag down beside yours on the bench and kicked his shoes and socks off, then stepped around the corner.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you standing naked beneath the stream of water, fingertips massaging shampoo into your hair as you hummed a tune he didn’t recognize, swaying your hips lightly in what was probably a subconscious move, but tantalized him nonetheless. He took a seat on the bench across from the shower and watched you as you turned to face the showerhead, and his eyes snapped downward, focusing on the curve of your ass and reveling in the fact that he had helped to develop those delicious glutes. A tent was just beginning to form in his shorts when you turned back around, opening your eyes and bending to reach for a bottle on the floor.

Your eyes snapped to his and you froze, staring at him.

~Your POV~

Your hands scrubbed shampoo into a lather in your hair as you continued to hum, eyes closed and hips swaying along to the beat in your head. The water had warmed up to a heat that was just barely comfortable, steaming around you and relaxing your thoroughly worked muscles. When you turned to rinse the shampoo from your hair, you let your mind wander as the steam wrapped around you like a blanket, imagining Bakugo's hands over your hips as you danced along to the song that had been stuck in your head all day.

Once you had washed away all of the shampoo, you turned back toward the opening of the stall to reach for your conditioner, but froze when your eyes landed on Bakugo, sitting on a bench across from your shower, fully clothed with his arms crossed and that damned smirk on his face. You stayed frozen, hand outstretched for the forgotten bottle, for what could have been seconds or hours, you really weren't sure, before Bakugo finally spoke up.

"Well, I believe you owe me a swift kick in the balls." You watched him kick off his tennis shoes and toe off his socks before he stood and stalked toward you. "Or were you just trying to hide the fact that you actually wanted me to join you?" He stopped a few feet from the stall, and you sucked in a breath as you regained your composure and narrowed your eyes in a glare.

"No. Get the fuck out." You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked a hip to one side, standing firmly and trying to project confidence, though your thighs squeezed together at the thought of the fantasies you had just been daydreaming about coming true. "How long have you been there anyways?"

"Just long enough to enjoy the show. No to the kick to the balls or no you don't want me to join you?" He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing his perfectly toned chest and abs, glistening with sweat from your workout. You were forced to swallow as your eyes raked over his exposed torso, and you struggled to retain your resolve not to fuck him right here on the shower floor.

"Um…" was all that you managed to get out, eyes glued to the way his chest rose and fall with each even breath.

He propped one hand against the edge of the shower stall, leaning against it as he looked into your eyes.

"Tell me you want me to go, and I'll go." Then he reached out to grip your chin in his thumb and forefinger. "But tell me to stay and I'll fuck you so hard, you'll need that bubble bath when you get home."

You whimpered as he finished the statement, feeling the last of your resolve melt away.

"Well?" He asked, leaning his face in closer to yours. "What'll it be?"

"S-stay." You whispered, not nearly loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"Hmm? What was that, dumbass?" He teased, fingers tracing along your jaw.

"Stay, please." You managed to blurt it out at an audible volume this time, and he groaned in response, stepping in close to you with one hand gripping your hip and the other moving to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck as his lips crashed against yours.

You moaned into his mouth and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. He took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, claiming your mouth in a burning, desperate kiss.

His hands come up to squeeze your ass, then he pulls back, standing just outside the stream of water from the showerhead. He presses one hand to your shoulder, forcing you to step back until your back is against the stall. He stares into your eyes as he tears off his shorts and boxers, tossing them aside and giving you only a moment to widen your eyes at his hard cock before his mouth is on yours once more.

“Jump.” He commands and you don’t hesitate, hopping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He groaned as the muscles in your thighs flexed against his skin, your now-dripping cunt pressed against his abs.

Now that he stood fully naked, you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his once more, your tongues fighting for dominance. You retained the death grip that your thighs held on his waist when he stepped away from the shower wall, your back becoming cold for just a moment before he stepped through the water and placed you against a new wall. This time it was the tile wall that the showerhead rested in, allowing the steaming water to pour over his back and your legs as you continued to make out.

He pulled back when he felt you smile against his lips and stared at your upturned lips as he asked, "What's so funny?"

Your smile widened and you fought back a giggle.

"I'm not laughing, Katsuki. I'm happy."

His nose scrunched up in an adorably irritated way. "Why are you smiling like that?"

You rolled your eyes at him. “Just kiss me, dumbass.”

He growled and you gasped as his hands slid from your ass to your thighs. “Stand up.”

You let your legs drop from his waist one at a time, until your feet were planted firmly on the ground and you felt his hands slide up to grip your waist. Your lips were captured in another searing kiss, then Bakugo’s teeth bit lightly into your bottom lip, tugging gently as he pulled away and then released it. He tilted his head to the side and leaned into your neck, licking a stripe along your jugular before nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear. You moaned and tilted your head back against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut as Bakugo continued to kiss his way downward. He planted kisses on your breasts and ghosted his breath over your nipples, moving further down your body to kiss your ribs and your stomach. His lips moved to your hips and then he was kneeling on the tiled floor and pressing his nose to your mound as his tongue darted out to press against your clit.

You gasped aloud, hips rising to meet his face as his tongue lapped at your folds. Your hands came up to thread through his soaked blonde locks, gripping tightly to ground yourself. You felt more than heard him groan at your actions as he continued his ministrations.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo groaned as your strong fingers pulled on his hair, and his fingers moved to wander across your thighs, digging into the hard muscle there. His lips traveled down the inside of one of your thighs, kissing and sucking on the muscles he found there. He groaned against your thigh.

“I love these legs. The muscles that we worked so hard for.” He nipped playfully at the skin just inside your knee, and your thigh flexed at the action.

“Hey, the muscles that I worked so hard for. All you did was yell at me.” You pouted adorably down at him.

He chuckled and leaned into your other thigh, again alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. Your thighs flexed with each movement, and it made him sigh against you, reveling in the hard muscle that he had helped cultivate. He loved the feel of your thighs, loved knowing that you may be the only woman that could almost match him physically, and that he had helped get you to that level.

One of his hands moved down to squeeze at your well-defined calf, fingertips digging into the flesh slightly before he tugged it gently, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth began to travel back up your thighs, right where you wanted him. His breath made you shudder, just before his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You moaned loudly, and the sound was like music to his ears. Bakugo’s tongue darted out and laved over your cunt, prodding gently at your entrance before his fingers reached up to take its place. His index finger slid over your folds, gathering the wetness there before pressing into you slowly, earning another moan from you as his finger slipped into your tight heat. You groaned when he wiggled his finger inside of you teasingly, and he smirked against you.

His free hand roamed up your thigh to clutch your ass, squeezing the muscles there and causing him to release a groan as he appreciated the firm curve of each cheek.

“Love feeling these muscles flexing when I touch you. Keep doing that.” He growled against your skin, which made you shudder.

~Your POV~

“Don’t give me ord-” you tried to snap back at him, but your words were cut off abruptly when he pushed another finger inside of you, now thrusting lightly and scissoring them apart as he went.

“Don’t try and start a fight you can’t finish, dumbass.” He snarked and smiled against you, squeezing your ass again as his tongue now focused fully on you, his mouth and hands working together perfectly to push you toward the edge until you felt a coil begin to tighten in your stomach.

“Fuck, Katsuki. I’m close.” You breathed out, fingers grasping his hair in a grip that you were sure must hurt, but he didn’t complain.

“Let go, babe. I want to feel your muscles flex and clench as you come undone around me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and the coil snapped in your stomach, forcing you to release a loud moan that turned into a whine as you rode out your high, grinding your hips on his fingers and tongue. He continued to focus his attention on your cunt as your muscles flexed and clenched around him. The leg over his shoulder pulled him closer, bending at the knee with your calf flush against his back. He groaned against you before pulling back to look up at you.

“Keep that up and I won’t want to come up from here.” His hand came up to the knee on his shoulder to clarify what he meant.

You looked down at him and raised an eyebrow as you panted and attempted to get your body under your own control. “Who said I wanted you to come up from there?”

You sighed and released your hold on his hair, then pulled your leg slowly off of his shoulder, your knees a bit wobbly after the orgasm he’d just given you. You noticed his eyes fixated on your legs as you stepped around him to stand under the steaming water, giving yourself a chance to take a breather and process that your coworker had just eaten you out. You decided not to overthink it for a moment and turned back to face him. He stood and looked down at you with a smirk.

“So good you need a breather?” He teased.

“Cocky bastard.” You scoffed at him and playfully punched him in the stomach, accidentally hitting him a little harder than you intended and eliciting a grunt from him.

He grabs the fist that hit him and yanks you closer. “Trying to get feisty now, huh?”

You watch his gaze travel further up your arms, fingers tracing ever so lightly over your forearms before reaching up to grasp your biceps, squeezing them slightly and using his thumbs to draw small circles on the insides of your arms.

You cock an eyebrow at him, surprised at the sweet action. “Going soft on me, are you?”

“Shut up and let me look at you.” He growled between clenched teeth, openly admiring the muscle in your arms and leaning down to nuzzle against your shoulders before biting down on your trap. You groaned and let your head fall back, further exposing your neck to him. He continued to cover your neck and shoulders in kisses and love bites as his hands travelled downward to grab at your ass, kneading the muscle there and groaning against your neck.

“Your body is so perfect for me, baby. All the curves in all the right places. Do you have any idea what a fucking tease its been working out with you these past few weeks? Watching all that muscles work and flex. Hard to spot you when all I can focus on is how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers, or wrapped around me. This is all my favorite fantasies come true.” He released his grip on your ass, leaving a light slap before gripping you by the waist. “And I haven’t even gotten to explore all of them yet.”

You blushed, his praises making you unexpectedly bashful, but pushed through the embarrassment. “Look in the damn mirror, Katsuki. You think it hasn’t been just as torturous for me? Fuck. I didn’t just ask for your help because I needed workout advice. It’s definitely been a treat to watch you work.” Your ran your fingers lightly over his biceps. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like all the extra touching when you’re teaching me new exercises. Doesn’t quite compare to this, though.”

You used your grip on his biceps to push him back against the wall, so that the two of you were once again standing just outside the stream of steaming water. Your hands moved to graze over his chest and you kept your eyes locked on his with a sultry gaze as your fingertips brushed over his pecs, flicking lightly over his nipples and watching the grimace form on his face. His eyes burned into yours like fire, reminding you of his explosions.

You let your fingers continue their journey south, teasing each of his abs and tracing over the delicious lines on his hips before reaching down to grab his thick cock firmly in one hand. You pumped it a few times and he growled low, a hand coming up to snake around your neck just tight enough for him to pull you into another searing kiss. Your hand twisted and continued to pump over his cock, thumb swiping over the tip to collect the precum gathered there.

His mouth was blazing on yours, using his tongue and teeth in an aggressive fight for dominance. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled lightly, releasing it when he pulled away entirely to look into your eyes. His grip tightened on your neck just a little bit, fingers squeezing on the sides, and your hand stuttered on his cock in surprise.

His dark garnet eyes bored into yours and you could swear that you saw sparks hidden there as he glanced over your face, probably looking for any signs of discomfort. “This okay?” His voice came out dark and gravelly.

You nodded slightly, letting out a quiet, “Mhmm,” as your hand resumed its movement, flicking your wrist as you pumped his cock.

“Good.” He grumbled, the hand on your neck pushing you backwards a bit before lowering, forcing you to kneel on the tile beneath him, now face to face with the cock that you had spent hours of sweaty workouts fantasizing over.

The hand wrapped around his length moved down to the base, making room for your mouth as you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip, tongue darting out to stroke over the slit. You moaned at the taste of his pre on your tongue, the salty flavor egging you on as you took your time adjusting to the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It was difficult to get used to the thickness at first, but you were making headway and starting to push down further when suddenly, Bakugo’s hand tangled in your hair and forced your head further. Your throat contracted around him as you gagged and he moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

When his hand relaxed, you pulled back, coughing and taking a moment to catch your breath, glaring up at him as you did.

He smirked down at you. “What? is my fat cock too much for you to handle?”

You scoffed. “Hardly.”

To prove your point, you let your tongue loll out and wrapped your lips around him once more, bobbing your head down low and using your hand to stroke what you couldn't take into your mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you moved slowly, using your tongue to stroke against every prominent vein and flick over the tip when you came up.

Bakugo watched you with clouded eyes, grunting and groaning at your attention. His fingers clenched and flexed, massaging your scalp and encouraging you to keep going.

His hips began to move with you, fucking into your mouth, and you struggled to keep up with him, taking in as much as you could while using your tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. Tears streamed down your face and your throat began to burn with the struggle of keeping up with him, but you were definitely not going to complain. Not with his thighs flexing under the deathgrip your fingers had on them. Not when his moans were echoing throughout the locker room.

Suddenly, his grip tightened on your hair, and he pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, and continued pulling until you had to clamber to your feet, glaring into his eyes when you finally stood face to face with him.

“If my head is sore tomorrow because of you, I swear the first thing I’ll do when I wake up in the morning is punch you in the balls.” You growled at him, frustrated that he couldn’t just tell you to stand up, but turned on by the rough treatment nonetheless.

“Mm, sure. You’ve been all bark and no bite lately.” He smirked at you, likely recalling your threat from earlier that you had failed to follow through on.

Your eyes narrowed and you felt a sudden urge to follow through with your threat, your knee swinging up toward his crotch. He saw it coming though, and used his grip on your hair to spin you around and pull your back flush against his chest before you could do any damage.

His other hand came up to wrap around your throat, resuming its tight grip and making you a little bit dizzy. He pulled your head to the side with his grip on your hair and leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear as he snarled. “If you want to fight, we can fight, but I will win.” he blew lightly on your ear and ground his hips into yours, pressing his erection up between your asscheeks. “Can’t we just get along for now? I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He trilled teasingly.

You growled at him, but didn’t resist, let him hold you in place.

“Good girl.” His grip on your throat and in your hair loosened, and he turned you around to face him, claiming your lips once more as his hands reached down to grip the backs of your thighs. Taking his cue, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held tight to your thighs as he turned and pressed your back against the wall and latched his teeth onto your neck.

You relaxed back into the wall with a moan, but kept your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, to keep from falling as you felt him align himself with your entrance.

“Hold on, babe, I’m not gonna take this slow.” His mouth attached to yours once more, muffling your moans as he pushed inside of you. You gasped against his lips, feeling a slight burn in your muscles as the tip pushed into your entrance. True to his word, he didn’t start off slow, instead simply thrusting his hips forward until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Your moans were lost in Bakugo’s lips as he kissed you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting in earnest, forcing you to wrap your arms tighter around his neck and clench your thighs tighter around him as he pounded you into the wall.

The two of you got lost in each other’s mouths as you chased your own highs, your hips doing their best to meet his thrusts as he continued at a bruising pace, keeping the tight grip on your thighs that was sure to bruise.

When he adjusted his position to thrust against a particular spot inside of you, you had to pull away from his mouth with a gasp, squeaking out a breathy, “Th- there!”

He chuckled and leaned his head into your neck, continuing to thrust into the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again and knew that you were getting close. What you hadn’t expected, though, was that Bakugo would choose that moment to bite down hard on your trap.

All at once, you felt your orgasm tear through you, a scream ripping from your lungs just before a hand came up to slap over your mouth. Your muscles spasmed as you came around his cock, struggling to suck air into your lungs as your walls fluttered around Bakugo’s cock.

When his mouth released your shoulder, you heard him utter a gravelly, “Fuck,” before he was cumming too, cock twitching and releasing hot ropes of cum in your cunt as he moaned out your name.

He stilled, holding onto you as the two of you panted, and you leaned your head down to rest on his shoulder. The two of you struggled to catch your breath as you came down, and eventually he released his grip on your thighs, strong hands moving up to your waist to lift you off of his cock and set you gingerly down on the ground.

“Can you stand alright?” His gaze was surprisingly gentle now as you looked into his eyes and nodded hesitantly, stretching your legs out to get feeling back in your wobbling knees. He held onto your waist, not entirely confident in your answer, but you swatted him off.

To prove your point, you took a few slow, tentative steps forward, standing beneath the water of the still-running shower to rinse the newly formed sweat from your skin.

After giving you a moment to rinse yourself, Bakugo stepped under the water with you, slotting himself behind you and kissing the newly formed mark on your shoulder. The soft move shocked you, and you turned your head to cock an eyebrow at him.

When your eyes met his, he scowled. “What’s that skeptical look for?”

“You goin’ soft on me?” You toned teasingly.

He grunted. “No way, dumbass.” But he held you gently, running his fingers through your hair and taking some time to softly untangle the knots that he created before reaching down to pick up your body wash.

Again, you eyed him skeptically. “What are you doing?”

He popped the bottle open and poured some of the soap onto his hands before setting it back down on the ground. “We both need to get clean, don’t we?”

You were sure that had had some snarky response on your tongue, but it left you all at once when his hands began to massage your shoulders, lathering soap over your arms and back. Your eyes dropped shut as you relaxed into his touch, sighing when he grabbed more to clean off your chest and stomach.

“When we get back to my place, we’ll get you that bubble bath that you wanted.”

This statement made your eyes snap open and you turned around to face him. “Who said I was going back to your place?”

“I did. Just now.” He smirked at you, daring you to challenge him.

You wanted to pick a fight, you really did. But the idea of relaxing back against those firm pecs in a warm bubble bath while his strong hands massaged your body had you relenting.

“Fine. But you’re making me breakfast.”

His smirk widened and his eyes sparked with a challenge. You knew his next words would have you punching him in the shoulder. “Who said you could stay over? I only offered a bath.”

You hoped the fist that connected with his shoulder left a bruise tomorrow.

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