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sansaorgana · 6 months ago

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hi babes!! i saw that you’re taking requests for wil ohmsford and i NEEDED to request something bc OMG THATS MY MAN!! S2 wil has a literal chokehold on me…like that scene where he’s injured and on the bed with mareth helping him GOODNIGHT!

so like imagine it’s wil and his gf and he’s just being so stubborn with her and not letting her help, but she’s so sweet and caring that he just folds for her and goes so soft :(( like he cries at her touch and she just kisses him and tells him he loves him/he’ll be okay while patching him up 😣😣 and they both just sweetly make out (or do more..)

also i know deep down that man has a praise kink so ☺️ OK I NEED TO BE SEDATED AND LOCKED OFF THIS APP

i love your work SO MUCH girl hope ur doing well <3

hello, love! 🌼 thank you for the request 😀 it was the only one with Wil that I have received LOL 😅 and it was my first time writing for him as well 😏 I made it smutty and he's a veeery soft boy 🤭

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Wil was kind, sweet and obliging most of the time but he tended to be stubborn as well. Because of his kind nature, he was easy to take advantage of sometimes and he could be clumsy in the situations where clumsiness could cost you a life. So, obviously, you were worried about him. Especially now, when some fanatics were hunting magic users like your boyfriend.

His training to become a healer was not going as well as he had been imagining it and it was bringing him down these days. You remained by his side and waited for him to finish his course so you could go back to your village where he would help the people and heal them. But so far everything seemed to go wrong. Wil was determined to become a healer, though, even though everyone kept telling him that perhaps it was not his calling, after all. Magic was his gift. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to use it too often if there were people hunting magic users. And magic itself had its price as well…

You were sitting on the edge of the bed and worrying. Trying to read a book, but it was difficult to focus on it. It was late and dark and Wil wasn’t back yet, which was causing your thoughts to go places you would rather not go to. You put the book down and started to fidget with your fingers nervously. The sounds of laughter and screams coming from a pub nearby were the only noises you could hear on that warm night. That, and the crickets.

You stood up and began pacing around worryingly when Wil finally came back to your small house that you called home these days. But it didn’t matter because your home was where he was either way.

“Wil!” You scolded him at first but when you approached him, you noticed that his shirt was torn open and there was a huge, bleeding wound on his ribs. His face had a fresh bruise, too, and he was bleeding from his lip.

You reached your hands out to delicately touch his chest and he hissed at your touch. You raised your widened eyes to look into his baby blue ones.

“Wil! What happened?” You asked him in panic and he limped to your bed to sit on the edge of it and groaned out of pain.

“I was at the pub…” He confessed and winced.

“At the pub? What for?” You asked and sat next to him, caressing his hair gently.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he shook his head. You cupped his face to turn it around and force him to look at you.

“What happened?” You bit on your lower lip as your fingers caressed his cheeks. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him being in so much pain.

“It’s nothing, really. Just hand me the stones, please,” he pointed at the nightstand table.

He had them hidden in the drawer there, in a brown leather sack – three blue elfstones that he could activate with his magic. But whenever he would, you could see how much it cost him. You didn’t want Wil to use them as much as he did. After the horrors he had been through, he would often use the elfstones to simply run away from his problems and ease his mind.

You furrowed your brow and pulled up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to reveal the burns on his hands from using the elfstones too much. You shook your head. No, you didn’t want him to use them again. At least not for this sort of thing – which you could patch up perfectly well on your own.

“Let me see…” You gently touched his fresh wound again. “It’s not infected. I can handle that.”

“No!” Wil snapped and you froze. His face softened immediately. “No, darling, I will do it, just hand me the stones.”

“I will not,” you stated with all seriousness.

“Fine then, I’ll do it myself,” he groaned and moved up to be able to reach the nightstand but the sharp pain suddenly worsened and he winced in discomfort, still stubbornly trying to reach for the drawer.

“Wil, please, stop,” you pleaded with tears in your eyes. “Stop, I can handle it. It’s gonna be fine,” you grabbed his hand that he was reaching out and you squeezed it in yours reassuringly. “My love, please, just let me take care of you,” you caressed his cheek with your free hand.

Without a word, Wil nodded and you saw a few tears escaping his pretty eyes. You wiped them with your thumb before they would stream down his face. You leaned in and placed a kiss upon his forehead.

“We have to get rid of that shirt, yes?” You talked him through it softly as you began slowly getting rid of his clothes.

Wil didn’t protest this time. Quite the opposite – he started to lean into your touch and let you take care of him. Nothing but soft whimpers of pain were leaving his pretty lips while you were shushing him lovingly.

“Shhh, pretty boy, I can handle that, it’s fine,” you kept saying.

Once he was in his underwear, you helped him to sit down on your bed and lean on the pillows. You caressed his hair one more time before placing a kiss on the top of his head. Then you got up to get your first aid kit. To be honest, you had quite a few lying around since Wil was training to become a healer.

When you sat on the edge of the bed to disinfect his wounds, he hissed out of pain and sobbed a little, instantly blushing at this display of vulnerability.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay, I love you,” you kissed his flushed cheeks. “It’s okay to cry when it hurts, my love,” you assured him and went back to gently disinfecting the wounds and dabbing the soothing ointment onto them. “So… What happened at the pub, Wil?” You raised your eyebrow at him when you spotted his muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

“It’s… It’s nothing…” He looked away, visibly not wanting to share the details.

“My boyfriend comes back home all wounded and it’s nothing?” You couldn’t help a little snort.

Wil swallowed a lump in his throat as he hesitated. Finally, he spoke up:

“Just promise me that you won’t be worried,” he looked into your eyes. His own blue ones were giving you a look of a scared puppy and you leaned in to join your foreheads together before rubbing your nose with his.

“How can I not be, sweet darling? I always am worried about you, I love you,” you whispered softly. “But what is it? You must tell me.”

“I went there because I was in a bad mood and didn’t want to ruin your evening with my grumpiness. Some people recognised me,” Wil explained. “They were not from here and I dealt with them. They won’t spread the word about me, so don’t worry, alright?” He quickly added but you were furrowing your brows at his concerning words already.

“What do you mean that some people recognised you?” You asked. “As a magic user?”

“No,” Wil shook his head. “I mean, yes. But they weren’t after me just because of that. Apparently there’s… There’s…” He didn’t know how to finish his sentence as he looked away again. “There’s a price on my head.”

You froze at his words as your heart skipped a beat. A price on your sweet Wil’s head? For what? For saving the world? For being the most adorable man with those cute short tips that you adored? No, it made no sense. But the world was full of cruel people who would want to hurt good men like him.

“We must leave this place,” you finally said.

“No. Not before I finish my training,” Wil insisted, looking at you pleadingly.

“I don’t care if you become a healer or not. I don’t want something bad to happen to you. If we go back home and end up as simple farmers, I’ll be just as happy. I just want you to be okay…” You tried to reason with him.

“I do care. I want to become a healer!” Wil exclaimed and then he cleared his throat and looked down. “I know I’m a failure but I want to finish this training.”

“You’re not a failure, Wil,” you sighed and moved the first aid kit aside after taking the bandage out of it. You adjusted Wil softly to have a better access to the wound on his chest and you began to wrap the bandage around it. “Please, don’t call yourself that. You saved the world, remember?” You tried to cheer him up somehow. It was hard to believe sometimes that this guy was a hero and he seemed to be forgetting that as well.

“Yeah, but that was not a part of the plan. My plan was to become a healer and I’m failing at that,” he whispered shakily.

You didn’t want to argue with him more tonight so you just pursed your lips and finished to bandage him in silence. Then you kissed his forehead and leaned him back onto the pillows before standing up to put the first aid kit back to its place. You also washed your hands in a bowl of water and all this time you kept overthinking that tonight Wil could have lost his life. And instead of running away from this place, he insisted on staying.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Wil asked you and you turned around to face him.

“I’m worried,” you admitted and he cracked a smile that filled your heart with so much love that you were scared it would explode.

“You promised you wouldn’t.”

“I did not say such a thing, Wil Ohmsford!” You protested before approaching the bed to crawl up to him and join your lips together in a soft and sweet kiss.

You were careful with him because of his injuries but also because you were always gentle with him overall. How could you not be? He was the sweetest man in the world, of that you were sure. As sweet as a bag of candy and always so kind. Only Wil could see the goodness in everyone and their worth to be loved. And he was yours, all yours at the end of the day.

Just thinking of that made you moan into his mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders and gently moved up to sit astride him. Your lips were still connected, not leaving each other even for a moment but, eventually, you pulled away to catch a breath and he looked up with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Let me make you feel good, pretty boy,” you breathed out and he nodded softly before you leaned in to join your lips again but this time the kiss was more passionate and eager.

Wil placed his hands on your hips and softly pulled on the fabric of the nightgown you were already wearing. He exposed the soft flesh of your thighs and your ass before letting his hands wander all over. You could feel through your underwear that he was getting hard under his own. You smirked at that and started to kiss him with even more passion, assaulting his mouth with your tongue, making him whimper under you. Your hands moved to his jaw now, cupping his face to hold it in place while you were devouring his lips.

Your hips started to move, humping his erection in circles as you started to moan into his mouth. You could feel the shivers going down his body at your movements – it never took much for Wil to be like that for you. So desperate, nearly pathetically but you’d never call it this way. He was just devoted to you and he worshipped the ground you were walking on. To have you pleasuring him was always turning him into a whiny mess who would stare up at you lovingly. Meanwhile, when it was him on top of you, he would always try his hardest to make you feel good. He was a giver and a pleaser – not that you wanted to complain about that.

But now it was time for him to receive all of your sweet loving. You moved his hands up and helped him to get rid of your nightgown completely before throwing it on the floor. Then you placed his big hands on your breasts and Wil squeezed them immediately as you smiled.

You broke the kiss again because of the slight lack of oxygen and you caressed his hair while moaning softly at the friction his erection was giving to your needy pussy.

“You feel so good, my love, so good,” you assured him.

The praise was enough to feel that his cock started to leak precum. You smiled at that but didn’t want to tease him.

“Here, let me…” You took his underwear off and freed his hard, achy cock. The tip was swollen and drooling. “Let me take care of that mess, baby,” you cooed to him and adjusted yourself on his lap to grab his length and start pumping it slowly.

You watched Wil’s pretty eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of his head as he threw his head back. His hands still played with your breasts and pulled on your nipples that made you moan each time. Broken whimpers were leaving his lips whenever you would run your thumb across the wet tip of his cock and your free hand caressed the muscles of his chest.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you praised him and felt more of his precum spurting out onto your hand. You gasped audibly at that as Wil whined. “Oh, my darling…” You leaned in to pepper his face with tiny little kisses. “My sweet, sweet boy…”

You moved up slightly and pressed your clothed hot pussy to the wet tip of his cock. Your hand, still wrapped around his length, began to rub yourself with it. Wil forced his eyes to open as he kept watching you in awe with his mouth slightly open and hazy eyes.

“You want to feel my pussy, baby?” You asked him sweetly between heavy gasps. “You have to ask for it, my love.”

You loved to tease him like that although you needed him inside of you just as much.

“P-please,” Wil whined and lowered his hands from your breasts to your hips to help your movements.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

“Please,” he whimpered and you could see how his eyes filled with tears.

At that delicious sight, you decided to stop torturing him and you moved up to remove your own underwear as fast as possible. When you were both finally naked, you grabbed his cock and guided it into your pussy. Lowering yourself slowly on his length, you were getting drunk on Wil’s whimpers. His hands kept squeezing your hips to help you and tears of pleasure escaped his eyes.

“Aw, baby, shh,” you shushed him once you were seated. You moved closer to his body, carefully, making sure you wouldn’t cause him pain by accident.

Wil wrapped his strong arms around your body and hid his face in your chest, between your breasts. You kissed the top of his head and began to slowly bounce on his cock. He moaned and clinged to you as you started to chase your highs. Your soft moans filled the air while you rocked on his cock up and down and back and forth with your hands on Wil’s shoulders. You held onto them to keep steady and occasionally scratched his skin there gently.

“You’re such a good boy to me, baby,” you assured him when you felt his hips needily bucking up into you for more. It was making you feel dizzy since his cock was hitting your sweet spot each time. “Such a good boy,” you added.

Wil turned his head and kissed your breast while you caressed his cheek softly and picked up your pace.

“I want to protect you from everything, baby,” you whispered and held his head delicately as if he could break if you pressed too hard.

Because sometimes you were scared of that, actually – he was so sweet and so good that you were scared he was not real and if you squeezed him too tight, he would disappear.

The moves of his hips became more chaotic now and after a few rougher thrusts, he spilled himself inside of you with a loud, shaky moan, hiding his face between your tits again. The sight and the sound alongside the feeling of all the shivers going down his body was enough to make you reach your high, too. You buried your face in his hair and came hard, squeezing his spent cock with a whimper and fingernails digging into his shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, catching your breaths. You could feel him softening slowly inside of you but your skins were so sticky from sweat that you didn’t want to pull away from him at all. However, eventually, you had to.

Wil leaned back onto the pillows again and his eyes rolled back with a sigh. You chuckled at that and stood up to grab a cloth and wash yourselves although your legs were shaky now.

“Do you feel better now, baby?” You asked him with a sweet smile when he forced his eyes to open and focus them on you.

“You’re an angel, sweetheart,” he praised you.

You smiled at the words and dropped the cloth onto the floor before crawling up on the bed and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Always watching over you, darling,” you assured him.

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ch3rrybbie · 7 days ago

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Randall suddenly has me in such an insane chokehold, I'm not even joking!! I have an exam in 2 days lmfao bUT LOOK AT ME, girl drop some crumbs pls

Sunsetz

Summary: basking in the bliss of a cold winter afternoon and overpacking.

Warnings: flufffff, illusions to smut?, fromville being fromville

ch3rrybbie says: GO STUDY GIRL PLEASE😭 read this as a post exam treat heheh. Hope you enjoy other Randall fics coming soon 👀

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Cold winter sun spills through the open window and into the optimal coziness created.

Windows: open

Duvet: thick

Record player: miraculously on

Randall: right where he belonged.

The chill of the open window was mitigated by the pair of you taking a nap in your double bed. Winter meant an onslaught of viruses throughout town, one you’d both fallen sniffly victims to and insisted on doting upon each other.

You were conten with your two reprises from this town, your bed and Randall.

The soft crooning of sunsetz by cigarettes after sex floated through the room and you burrowed further into him head tucked into the crook of his neck as his deep breaths lulled you into thought.

You couldn’t sleep too scared you’d wake up in the dark with a monster ready to kill Randall and make you watch. That fearful thought luckily wouldn’t happen but others weren’t so lucky. You remembered how far you’d come, how much you’d survived and what you’d found.

No one expected anyone to find love in this hellhole yet you did. And you intended on keeping him.

You’d pulled up to the town music blasting confused and so close to sunset. The panicked faces of the townsfolk scared you into attempting to drive away. Randall unwilling to let you drive into certain death ran alongside the car wrenched the door open and pulled you into a park, he then dragged your rightfully hysterical form onto the bus and held you to him until dark.

When they came.

You pushed away the thought of the monsters.

But hey at least you’d brought a ridiculous amount of personal items including your beloved record player and vinyls.

In any other circumstance that meet cute can not ever be romantic but in this one it was what drew you to him. That and other things but mainly the fact he risked his life to ensure you didn’t die to those things. From then on you always felt safe in his arms.

Even now as fear snuck in through gusts of wintery air, the bands of muscle wrapped around your waist wrested those fears away. Your heart clenches as you look up as his peaceful face, giggling as he breathes out a particularly dramatic gust of air as he stirs.

“Stop watching me” he dramatically pouts and you stifle a giggle and quickly shut your eyes pretending to be asleep.

Your facade makes him laugh heartily and he begins to smother your face in kisses causing a flutter of laughs to pour from you.

After the laughing dies down you realise he knows you too well.

“How long ‘ya been asleep baby?”

At your silence he smooths a hand down your cheek and probes, “you haven’t been to sleep at all have you ?”

Looking away and sighing you begin to formulate a lie and he cuts you short rising from bed.

Your dampened demeanour is lifted watching his writing muscles strain as he stretches and saunters towards the window in only his boxers.

He firmly shuts and locks the window ensuring you can see.

When he rounds the bed once again you smirk up at him and smooth a hand onto his exposed hip, “I can think of much better things to do than sleep”.

He chuckles as he climbs back in, wrapping you up in him, feet and arms tangling.

“You can’t fool me baby and as much as I’d love to do that right now you need to sleep off that cold, we both do. I’ve had my sleep share and now it’s your turn , you’re gonna need to energy when you wake sweetheart” he teases and kisses you softly.

“Now sleep” he jokingly commands.

So you do. Because you are always safe and warm with him.

Your record player scratches at the end of the song, his heart softly beats beneath your ear, his hand cups your head and safe soft sleep welcomes you.

You dream of your future with him, sweet fat babies clinging on the both of you and more than enough love.

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killmongerskeepermain · 2 years ago

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Your Highness // Shuri // 18+

Summary: You and Shuri can go at it whenever and wherever. She reminds you that being in public won’t stop her from making a mess of you.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Shameless Smut // Fluff // Shuri is a sneaky little shit // Fingering(Reader Receiving) // Public Orgasm

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: I’m done with my first ever Shuri one shot! I need a couple of gallons of water after writing this one. Shuri had me in a whole chokehold in my own fic. How sway?

You scrolled through all the document pages on your tablet as you made your way to Shuri's lab. She had been hiding away in there for the past 4 days so you decided to drag her out to clear her mind a little bit. The doors opened and you were greeted by Grio as you stalked closer to the princess. She was much taller than you but you made up for it with the puff that rests on top of your head. You sat down the tablet on a nearby table before bringing your hands to rest on her torso.

"Hey baby." You mumbled placing a kiss to her spine. You felt her shiver in your arms as she turned her head to look down at you.

"Hi my love. What are you doing here, I thought you had a conference to go to in the states." She questioned and you grinned while letting your hands roam. It's been a while since you had her in your arms, so you want to savor it.

"I do. But I fly in tonight. Was wondering if you'd like to tag along and go to dinner?" You suggested and she sighed.

"Baby you know I have so much to do around here." She said with a frown.

"Let Grio take over. You've been so busy and I miss having you so close to me." You muttered as another kiss landed on her shoulder.

"I don't know Y/N. I don't really have much time to relax nowadays." She said leaning into your soft kisses.

"Exactly my point. You need it." You pushed, running your hands down her thighs. She grabbed your wandering hand before turning to you with wide eyes.

"Okay, I'll go. Enough with your roaming hands woman." She chuckled as she finally took you in her arms and kissed your lips. You rested a hand on the back of her neck as the two of you refused to part before Okoye walked into the room.

"Am I interrupting something? I can come back at another time." She smirked as Shuri pulled away from you.

"No it's alright Okoye. I'll have her all to myself when we land tonight." You said before walking out of the lab.

"Okay princess. I see you." Okoye jokes, causing Shuri to roll her eyes.

"What, jealous?"

"Of course not. Just never expect to walk in on Wakanda's princess with her tongue down her girlfriend's throat." She retorted before handing Shuri the files she was instructed to.

While Shuri was finishing up in the lab you had packed a suitcase and drew yourself a bath to relax before the long trip. You let the warm water relax your muscles with a sigh as you thought about the conference taking place the next day. You heard the door open and lock before a quiet shuffling sound.

"Bathing without me I see." Shuri grinned and you turned in the tub to face her, resting your cheek on your arm to stare up at her. Her curls resting over her eyes as she took a seat on the toilet next to you.

"You were busy. Besides, I wanted to get some relaxation before the trip." You told her and she reached down to cup your cheek. Brushing her thumb across your skin before moving down to your lips. You paid no mind to her staring until you realized how lustful her gaze became. You silently watched her as she leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. She held your jaw as your hand grabbed hold of her legs.

"You know there's room for one more. This tub is big enough." You spoke against her lips and she stood to take off her jacket as you watched with anticipation running through your bones. Once she was completely bare she stepped in the tub before pulling you in her arms. Her lips found your once more and you quickly wrapped your arms around her shoulders. You could feel your arousal gather between your honey thighs as her hands roamed your body. Without breaking the kiss she maneuvered herself behind you and you subconsciously spread your legs, welcoming her in. You sometimes forget how easily she can make you come undone with just her kisses. One of her hands slid up before clamping down on your throat. You couldn't help the moan that left you as she gently squeezed while her other hand was preoccupied with your breast.

"Shuri-" You were cut off when she pinched your nipple, causing you to jolt while she brought her lips to your ear.

"We talked about this Y/N. What do you call me?" Her tone was firm and you shuddered against her.

"My apologies, your highness." You moaned out as she gave a sharp tug before leaving you.

"Good girl." With her praise you leaned your head back, giving her more access to you. Her hand left your nipple before submerging under the water moving to where you craved her the most. "So wet for me, yeah."

She was teasing you and you wiggled your hips starting to grow impatient. She grabbed hold of your thigh and gave a light squeeze as a warning for your whining. "Stop whining. You wanted me to relax. I'm doing just that." Her voice held so much passion while her fingers ran over your slippery folds. Slowly. The way she stroked you had your nerves on fire. Every now and then her thumb would graze the throbbing bundle of nerves begged to be touched.

"Please princess, enough with the games." You groaned out, your body eagerly awaited her next move.

"As you wish, my love." She mused in your ear as she finally buried a finger inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion but you welcomed it. The way her touch sent your nerves on fire. You humped into her hand, chasing your release as she mumbled praise after praise.

"Look at you. You're doing so good for me." She wasted no time slipping a second finger into you and your eyes fluttered closed. Your legs trembled at the sensation as you felt her fingers curl to rub a specific spot inside you.

"Fuck." You cursed before you turned your head to find her lips.

"You're so close now. My pretty girl wants to cum on my fingers does she?" She taunted, her breath fanning against your lips. Her fingers sped up as she swallowed all your whining moans signaling you're nearing your release. Your pussy clamped down on her fingers as you came all over her hand. She chuckled in your ear before pulling out her digits bringing them in front of your face.

"We're in a bath and yet you can still see the mess you made." She said as you took that time to catch your breath. She brushed her hand over your folds and you twitched slightly. Your pussy sensitive from the finger fucking you just got from your lover. "Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Shuri took the time to bathe you as you were slowly coming down from your post orgasm bliss. After the two of you got out of the tub, you spent the next few hours getting everything you needed for this trip. Any notes, files and documents. You had your hair braided before finishing up your packing to give it a fresh look. You went through your mental list making sure you had everything you needed for your trip while Shuri gave instructions to Grio.

"Okay I think that's everything. We're both all packed." You said zipping up your suitcase.

"Not quite. You're forgetting something." She said as she went to the dresser where she pulled out a box with a bow. "I got these for you. For our date." She handed you the box which you quickly made away with the bow. You opened the box with wide eyes and a soft gasp left you.

"Shuri!" You said in a hushed shout. "You dirty girl." You eyed the lace 2 piece lingerie with gold accents littered over the pieces. You held up the underwear to inspect it and ran your fingers across the lace.

"Thought you would look amazing in it." She told you and you bit your lip.

"I see. Guess I was forgetting something then." You grinned as you packed the lewd clothes in your bag.

"Now we're ready." She smiled as you grabbed your bag. You put on a tshirt and jeans while the princess rocked a purple track suit. You know you're on a tight schedule. But damn she looks good. She caught your stare before grabbing your chin.

"Like what you see Y/N?" She questioned and you swallowed some spit before fixing her collar.

"What I can't admire what's mine?" You asked and she pecked your lips.

Okoye and Ramonda greeted the two of you at the aircraft.

"Now I want you to be careful. Remember this is a business trip. No funny business." The queen said with a knowing stare as she eyed her daughter, who had a smile on her face.

"Of course, queen mother. I will make sure the princess doesn't go astray." you said and she snapped her head in your direction.

"It isn't me she should be worried about." She said and you rolled your eyes.

"Princess. Y/N. You two are to keep your kimoyo beads with you at all times. If anything happens or goes wrong you are to return to Wakanda with haste." You nodded and Shuri rolled her eyes. "Or Okoye will retrieve the two of you."

"Of course mother. Now we have to go now." Shuri rushed as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the ship. As soon as the two got through the river border the ship flew on autopilot and the two of you took the chance to get some sleep. You pulled out the makeshift bed and Shuri looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

"Don't get any ideas. It's for us to sleep until we reach our destination." You told her and she let out a loud laugh. You gave her warning eyes as you put your hair up.

"Fine. I'll allow it." She said taking off her jacket and tossing it on the bench. The two of you got comfortable and you snuggled under her arm whispering sweet nothings to each other until the two of you dozed off.

Shuri was the first to wake up and saw that your destination wasn't too far out. She turned to you sound asleep resting on her chest. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead where your baby hairs are greased down. After a few moments of silence she woke you from your slumber and you prepared to land. Soon after you made it to the hotel you were staying at. 5 star hotel, funded by Nick Fury himself. Fury being the reason you're here.

"Fury sure does know how to extend an invitation." Shuri said as she scanned the lobby. You checked in under your alias and took the princess to your room. When you arrived you opened the door to the king suite. Shuri took one of her kimoyo beads and attached it to the wall.

"Grio?" She called out holding your arm to keep you from completely entering the room. You admired how protective she was over you.

"No malicious threats detected princess." The AI spoke and you raised an eyebrow at her.

"Have to be sure." She shrugged as you put your bag next to the bed. "Besides I could think of a million ways to make this room more safe than it is."

"Hey! No lab talk. We're here to relax." You said with a frown and she held up her hands.

"Okay. No lab talk. Only relax." She repeated and you shook your head.

"8:37. We made the perfect time for that date." You smiled and she nodded as she walked up to you grabbing your waist.

"There's a restaurant not too far from here. I've already made reservations." She told you and you frowned.

"What? I travel a lot. Always one step ahead of you love." She grinned as you playfully scoffed.

"Alright then, we should be getting dressed then." You said kissing her cheek. "Shall I wear the gift you gave me?"

"Of course. Even though it'll just be on the floor afterwards." She smirked and you felt your face heating up. You went to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. The bra held your breasts so securely and even gave them a little lift. The panties were nothing short of innocent. Covered everything except maybe a little bit of the curve of your ass.

"Cheeky princess." You muttered as you slipped the black dress over your curves, thick fabric covering the provocative pieces you had underneath. Once you were done with your makeup, you stepped out of the bathroom before coming to a stop. Shuri stood before you in a black blazer with black dress pants.

"Damn. Looking good." You said as your mouth went dry and she grinned before putting the kimoyo bracelet on her wrist.

"I can say the same for you." She said, eyes racking up and down your figure. You grabbed your clutch before reaching for her hand.

"Come, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I believe we have a reservation." You smiled at her as the two of you left the hotel room. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel so it didn't take too long to get there. When you arrived you looked around in awe at the decor and sheer environment of the space. Once you were seated you held up the menu looking over the variety of choices. You felt a heated gaze burning through your head and you looked up to meet the brown orbs of the princess.

"Can I help you Shuri?" You asked and she seemed a bit too quiet. You noticed her toying with her kimoyo beads and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came as you felt a warm sensation run through your body. Assuming it was the warmth from the restaurant, you paid it no mind.

"Have you decided on what to eat yet?" Shuri asked you as she looked over her own menu. You shook your head as the sensation persisted when the waitress appeared.

"Good evening ladies. What will you have to drink tonight?" She asked, looking between the two of you and Shuri spoke up.

"A bottle of your finest red wine please." She smiled and the waitress wrote it down before walking off to the bar.

"Are you alright my love?" She asked you, toying with her kimoyo beads again and you nodded ignoring the dull sensation. It was only then the sensation became more noticeable. Your body started to grow a little warm and you crossed your legs. Then it hit you. The sensation was vibrations coming from between your legs. Although there's nothing under this dress but-

"You did not." You said as light panic crossed your features. She shrugged her shoulders feigning confusion as the waitress returned with a fancy bottle of red wine.

"Here you are ladies. Now what can we get started for you this evening?" She asked opening the wine and Shuri's eyes flickered to you with fire behind them.

"Can I have the bourbon glazed salmon?" She asked and the waitress turned to me waiting for my order after filling our glasses to the middle. Shuri had the chance to flick her kimoyo bracelet a third time and I had to uncross my legs to keep the panties from pushing against my clit.

"Can I just have the same please?" You asked and she smiled before walking away and you finally looked Shuri in the eyes.

"Are you serious right now?" You asked in a hushed tone trying to cover the moan that nearly slipped out and she smirked.

"Whatever do you mean Y/N? We're just sitting here having a nice dinner." She stated and you closed your mouth as the vibration went up a notch. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your hips into the vibration but you had to fight that temptation. If you were behind closed doors, you would indulge in her little game and give her a show. But you're not only in the public eye, but in a crowded space. You'd die of embarrassment if someone saw you cum in a restaurant booth.

"Shuri-" Her eyes found yours and you could see the silent warning blazing behind them and you cleared your throat. "Your highness. Please don't make me cum here."

"But you look so pretty like this. Squirming around being a needy little slut." She gave you a dark chuckle as the waitress walked up with your plates. Something about the way she said it, made you even more wet than you already were. You lowered your head so your braids would fall and cover your face to protect the little dignity you had left. "You ladies, enjoy! Anything else I can get for you?"

"No thank you. This will be all for now." Shuri spoke calmly as if she wasn't on the verge of making you cum in your seat. The waitress looked over at you and you gave the best smile you could muster up and she fell for it before walking over to another table.

"Please stop." You moaned softly as you covered your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Why when you seem to be enjoying this more than I am?" She questioned as she began to cut into her salmon. You couldn't call her bluff, because it was obvious you were enjoying yourself. But you wouldn't admit that to her. It'll only stroke her ego. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your release neared. You shifted your hips slightly and wanted to just get it over with. "If you want to cum so badly just let go. No one is stopping you." She touched her kimoyo beads one last time and you swear you could see stars.

"I want to see my pretty girl cum. Go ahead." Her full attention was on you now and that was enough for the coil to snap. You groaned softly into your hand as you cum in your panties. Legs squeezing together as if to soften the blow. Luckily no one turned to look at you as you rode out your organsm. She held the most satisfying grin on her face when she reached down to turn the vibration off. Your body went slack as she continued to eat her food. You caught your breath before sitting up straight to brush your sweaty palms on your dress. You grabbed your cup and downed your wine in a couple of sips. Your eyes found hers and she still held a burning fire behind them. Letting you know that your night was far from over. You finally began to eat without another word and the waitress found your table when you completed your meal. Shuri paid the check and you grabbed the bottle of wine off the table as the two of you left the restaurant. You could still feel your arousal between your thighs the entire ride back to the hotel.

"What, are you mad at me now?" She asked in an amused tone and you scoffed.

"That was the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. What if someone saw me?"

"No one saw you, baby. I promise you." She laughed and you crossed your arms. "Okay I'll make it up to you when we get back to the room. I'll make you feel so much better for doing so good for me." She squeezed your thigh and you couldn't help but bite your lip.

"After that stunt you better." You mumbled and she brought you hand to her lips.

"I will. I can promise you that."

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ayekittyk4t · 2 years ago

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i got a box you can put all your lies in | till dawn (here comes the sun)

♱ Desc: Your Ex-Boyfriends father asks why you two broke up. When you give in and tell him, he shows you what you’d been missing all along.

♱ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader

♱ Content: Smut…

♱ Content Warning: Unestablished Relationships, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Age gap, Degradation, No Prep, Slapping (Face, Ass), Chokehold (bc it’s toji duh), Fingers Sucking, Names (Sweetheart, slut, whore), might be more just lmk

♱ Word Count: 3423

a/n wrote this on a whim like most of my fics. but i love toji sm but i realized i only have one fic of him. this is also me kinda manifesting this irl ;) playing playing. but this is so basic,bc there’s so many tojixreaders like this but reader is always sad. so i made her not emo here 💅🏻

“So you broke my son's heart.”

Mr Fushiguro spoke in a hoarse voice standing with the door to his home halfway open. The rain is pouring outside, and you're soaked from your feet up after walking from your car to the front steps of your now Ex- Boyfriend’s home. Cold droplets of water drip off your skin and dampen your clothes, you’re shivering from the wetness.

The comment took you by surprise. It was somewhat true. Mostly true. However, to be told this by your Ex’s father wasn’t really ideal.

“I-I don’t think so.” You choke on your own tongue, not sure of how to respond to such a comment.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and a faint smirk displays itself on Mr Fushiguros scared lips. He licks them, and puffs his chest out, running his hand through his dark locks.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart.” He addressed you by a nickname that’s never slipped off his tongue. Or if it has, you didn’t recall the moment. “I’ll get you stuff. That’s what you're here for, right?” The door opens wider, and he’s moved waiting for you to enter.

“Mr Fushiguro, I can wait outside. It’s ok.”

“You want to wait in the rain?”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and tilts his head forward to you. Mr Fushuguro towers over you as he takes a step to size you up and down. You’re wearing a now see through long sleeve with no sweater.

“Yes.”

“No, come in, you're soaked.” He waves his hand, and as docile as you are, you listen and take a step into the Fushiguro home.

It was strange walking into a home you know you were no longer welcome into with open arms. You hadn’t come in a few weeks after your break up with Megumi. Of course, it smelt the same, looked the same, and provided you with that warmth you always liked so much of your Ex-Boyfriend’s household.

It smelt of musky sandalwood and firewood, and the occasional intoxicating booze. The lighting was low, always making you sleepy, and it was furnished so minimally.

“Take a seat, I’ll go grab your things.” The heavy front door shuts, and the locks on the door click loudly. You take a seat into the plush dark brown leather couch, and watch as Mr Fushiguro disappears from your view walking into a dark hallway.

Turning, you face the burning fire and slide yourself off the couch to get closer to the warmth. You wipe the droplets of water off with your sleeve and push the wet hair off your face, trying to make yourself presentable in the slightest.

“You know,” Mr Fushiguros booming from the hallway shakes you. Then he begins, this time lowering his voice a bit, “He had so much of your stuff.”

You find yourself stuck looking at the sight of the fire. The burning embers, orange and red flames striking high and the crack of wood. After a few seconds, you turn back to find Mr Fushiguro standing over you with a box full of your belongings.

He looks down upon you, kneeling and looking up at him like a lost puppy. Mouth agape, eyes big and lashes fluttering.

“So why’d it end?” He breaks the silence, walking away from you to take a seat on his couch. He placed the box in his lap and ran his fingers along the pages of a book you let your boyfriend borrow.

“Um,” You pause. This wasn’t a appropriate discussion to have with your Ex-Boyfriend’s dad, you thought. “We mutually agreed to it.”

Mr Fushiguro snorted, spreading his legs wider and leaning into the couch more.

“Bullshit.” He looks you into your eyes. They're a dark, enticing green. You’ve never seen a color like them before.

“E-excuse me?”

“I said that’s bullshit.” You blink hard from his comment. Ripping your eyes away from his. What was he saying? Why was he saying such things? This is the most he’s interacted with you, ever, and just now he becomes an entirely different person.

He moved the box off his lap, taking a hold of the book. It was then you noticed how tight his black long sleeve was and how nice and fitted his gray sweatpants were on the swell…

God, what were you thinking?

Mr Fushiguro skims through a few pages of the book, inhaling a whiff of that new book smell. Then, he reaches into the box and looks at all your belongings.

“You’ve got some real personal stuff in here, Kid.”

“Hey!” You straighten from your slouch and scramble up, “Can I have my box now please?”

He looks at you still one your knees, pulling the box closer to his chest, “Tell me the truth, then I will give the box to you.” His tone is stern and his voice is strong.

“I already told you the truth, Mr Fushiguro.”

“Toji.”

“What?” You asked.

“Call me Toji. You keep calling me Mr Fushiguro.” He says, mocking your whiny voice.

“I already told you the truth, Toji.” This time you address him by Toji, and say his name with venom on your tongue. You were becoming irritated by Tojis childish antics.

“Mm, no, I don’t believe you did.” He looks into your eyes and squints, shaking his head lightly before digging back into the box.

“Woah, how obscene.” He mumbles under his breath, just enough for you to hear. And he flips it towards you, showing the a polaroid in his hand, and you find your naked breasts on full display.

“Toji, no-”

“All you have to do is tell me the truth.” He looks back towards you, wide grin on his face.

“I said it was mutual.” You protest, not noticing how you crawled closer to him.

“Huh, guess I’ll keep looking then.”

“No!” You shout, “I’ll tell you, Toji! Just please stop looking.” You beg, looking up to him with frustration and eyes watering.

“H-He,” You begin, leaning away from Toji, “He didn’t please me sexually.”

You look away from him, and down into your lap. Nervously, you play with your fingers. Cracking them and rubbing the center of your palm with your thumb. Just doing anything but looking into his eyes.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of the crackling fire and heavy raindrops on the window.

“Why is that?” Toji asks, this time his voice is much softer.

It wasn’t right to go into detail. This was your Ex-Boyfriends father for Christ's sake. Though, it all had just felt right to do so at the moment.

“I wanted him to be more aggressive.” You begin, lifting your head to look at him, “He treated me like a delicate little fawn. Like I was going to break even if he pinched me, pushed me, added more pressure.”

The tone of your voice changed from a struggling whine to complete annoyance.

“And I’m not some porcelain doll, I’m human.” In seconds you're already throwing your hands up, “And at first, I thought it was because he was shy and quiet, then maybe he’d eventually open up to me. But that time never came, Toji. I waited so long for it, and still, everything was so gentle with him.”

When you laid your eyes back into Tojis eyes, his face was straight. He has no emotions displayed.

“So you’re a pain slut?”

“Toji!”

“Am I wrong?” He questions you, tilting his head to the side and bringing himself down to you. He watches as you try to collect yourself. You’re in shock, but he noticed the tinge of redness on your cheekbones.

“You like it rough? You like to be hit? You like to be hurt?” He says the last words with so much bitterness, his breath fanning over your face from how close he was. No matter how much you tried to look away, to pull yourself away, you just couldn’t.

“You’re a fucking masochist.”

You don’t know what it was, but it seemed like that word may have been it. That nine letter and three syllable word. Masochist. And you fucking lost it.

You pull him in, arms around his neck and kiss him hard. At first you, he doesn’t reciprocate the favor, but then, his lips meet yours in a similar aggressiveness. You’re pulling him foward, devouring the taste of his mouth.

Soon, he follows your movements, meeting you on the floor. His arms wrap around your body. So big and strong that he lifts you, and slams you onto the floor. Your head barely misses the chimney, and back aching from the strength.

He rips away from your lips, kneeling in his knees to look at you on the floor. The orange glow of the fire reflects of your face, and your chest rises and falls intensely. His hands meet at your waist, squeezing and pulling.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He pushes your damp shirt up, exposing your belly, “You’re no delicate doll now.”

Tojis lips are on yours again, harsh and hot with fervor. He between your legs now, your knees spread wide and his body. You try to mimic his movements but he’s just too strong for you. Panting, you open your mouth, and turn your head away, Toji uses the moment to trail kisses from you jaw to your neck. His hot tongue traces small circles on your skin. Looking down, you catch his dark green orbs on yours. He flashes you a smile, then bites down on your skin.

You moan, throwing your head back and arching your back to Toji. Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Once you open your eyes, you catch a glance of a family portrait. Guilt seeping into your skin at the sight.

“I don’t think,” He’s moved lower to your collarbone, and bites down again, “Fuck, I don’t think this a good idea.”

He doesn’t stop his movements, only getting closer and closer to your cleavage. Toji looks into your eyes, then looks in your directions.

“You now realize it when I’m about to put my mouth on your tits?” He questions you.

The picture was a portrait of the two when Megumi was just and little boy and Toji a young man. You cant look away, your eyes glued to it.

“Look at me,” Tojis rough hand meets your jaw harshly, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you away to look at him, “What do you want?”

Time seems to stop when he asks you the question. What did you want? It didn’t take a lot of time for you to come to a conclusion of what you wanted. You wanted him. In you, around you, on you. You wanted Toji.

“Fuck me, Toji.” You softly say, “I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t worry about hurting me, just do it.”

He doesn’t waste time, ripping your clothes off in swift movements. And in a few moments you're laid naked in front him and his hands trails and the plains of skin all across your body. You ache for more, gyrating your hips in the slightest to gain some relief.

“Shit, you’re really fucking horny for it aren’t you?” His hand reaches the hem of your panties, playing with the small little rose of the center of them. Rapidly, he pinches the hem between his thumb and pointer and yanks them off. You hear a tear, instinctively your hands reach out to his, falling from your reach as he pulls your panties down your legs.

An intense throbbing from your cunt sends your entire body into a fierce shake. It was so apparent, that Toji took it upon himself to reach out two of fingers down towards your cunt. He rubs them along slick cunt and collects the unbelievable amount of juices you’ve leaked onto him by such a simple movement.

“Yea, so fuckin’ wet.”

You reach down, trying to get your dainty fingers on your clit to increase the pleasure but he’s fast. He catches you, and pins both your hands above your head with just one of his.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Slut?” His voice is nasty, and his name to address you is so vulgar. His displeasemenf with your actions drips off his tone and his face.

“You said you wanted it rough. And I’ll give you exactly that if that slutty cunt of yours can't wait.”

Fear seeps in your gut. You should stop. Megumi could home any second, catch you two in the act and not only hate you, but his own father. It wasn’t right, it was so wrong. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that except your own conscience. But, oh, how good did everything that was wrong feel so blissful. Though, not only the fear of being caught make your stomach churn, but also the capability of the man above you.

The capability of the man who was now reaching into his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Pulling the length out, and your eyes widen at the sight. The thick, veiny and big. The tip of it is angry, burning red, exposing you to how much he wanted to do this too.

Your wrists hurt from the heavy weight being put on them, pushing and squeezing, keeping you put. You try to wiggle them free, but it was no use. You just wanted to touch him, feel him. You bet he felt so good.

“Hey, look at me.” Toji nudges your face hard.

You look into his eyes, and somehow they darkened.

“Watch it stretch you out.”

So you do.

You watch as the thick head of his cock, teases your clit, rubbing and mixing his precum along your slick. Toji does a good job of containing everything, as you twitched at the acting and whimpered.

“Feels so good.”

“I bet it fuckin’ does.” He thrusts in without a warning. You scream, tense and squeezing him so tight. Arching you back, you try your best to calm yourself. Breath, relax, accept the hurt.

He pushed his full length into your tight cunt, and tries to deepen himself in you as much as he could. Spreading your legs wide with his free hand, he watches how furrowed your eyebrows were and how you bite your lip, then pulls out and does the same.

Toji fucks you hard. Mumbling obscenities and pulling the full length of his cock out your cunt, just to shove it back in. He fills you with that pleasurable pain with each and everyone of his thrusts.

It makes you loose your mind. You become lost in the pleasure, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Putting on a show for him. Showing him how beautiful you can be with his cock fucking into your nice and rough.

He's restless, animalistic, pushing you up against the carpet with each thrust, and it scratches your bare body. Large huffs of air vibrate in his chest and fall past his scarred lips as groans.

“Look at me.” He growls and demands you. And despite how scary he sounded, you just couldn’t. The pit of shame in your belly grew and everything felt so good, looking him in his eyes would just worsen the feeling and make you cum too fast.

Toji didn’t like your disobedience though.

“Listen to me, Whore.” He slaps you, your eyes shooting open and moaning the loudest you ever have in your life. Below him, you twitch, and he feels you squeeze around his cock.

“Ah, fuck, you like that, huh?”

“Mhm,” You gyrate your hips to intensify your pleasure.

“Yes or no.” He punctuates each word with harsh thrusts.

“Yes, I fucking love it.”

And in one swift movement, Toji rips himself out of you to flip you over. Your legs are weak, not allowing you to hold yourself up straight so quickly. Toji has no pantience, using his own strenght to wrap his arms around your waist and lift your ass up to him.

“Yea, you like that?” He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle and squeezes. You jolt, arching your back from the sting and trying to gain balance on your hands, but Toji pushes you back down, You rest your head on your forearm, nails digging into the stone fireplace.

He spreads your asscheeks to watch your cunt clench around nothing, then without a warning, he shoves himself back in. You moan a long Fuck, the vertebrae down the collin of your spine protrude at the arch of your back.

The obscenities just roll of his tongue so casually and he fucks you so good you almost forget he was your Exs dad. You almost forget how old he is. You almost forget you can so easily get caught in the act.

Your elbows rub against the carpet, getting scraped and hot from the aggressiveness of Tojis hips flushed against your ass. You can't help yourself, pushing your ass back to meet his movements and feeling deeper inside you.

“Oh, you feel so good. Squeezing me nice and tight.” He laughs wickedly, one hand squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with his blunt fingernails. You feel his other hand snake down your back, and grab some hair from the scalp and pull.

You bareback meets his clothed chest, hands rambling for a hold to balance yourself. You latch into his shirt behind you, gripping it and stretching the material with your grasp.

Toji picks a leg up, and fucks into you. He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, and you feel his heavy breath all over your face. He smelled so good. Like fig and booze. It was intoxicating, making you ache all over.

You press your lips together, holding in your moan, humming in bliss instead. But he wants you out loud, it motivates him. He nudges your cheek with two fingers, but when that doesn’t work, he lays a hard slap on your face and your mouth drops open in a moan.

“Suck.” Two fingers dig into you mouth, you instinctively gag. Toji feels your cunt tighten around him again. He rubs your tongue, and you wrap your lips around two thick fingers. Tasting what you believed to be the flavor of whiskey left on his skin. He pulls them out, watches the drool spill out your lips, and drop onto the floor.

His thrusts haven’t stopped, he keeps going. His cock hitting the deepest places in your body, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. You feel his finger trail down your navel, onto your cunt and rubs your clit. To that, you tug his shirt and pull him closer to your back.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel better, when you thought you’d finally reached the peak of your pleasure. Toji wraps his arm around your neck, and places you in a choke hold. The sudden constriction on your neck was absolutely delightful.

You two drop down, his body tight against yours while you did your best to not fall over. He keeps ahold on your neck, making your wheeze and listen to his animalistic grunts. His cock hits your cervix, and your orgasm begins to build up faster.

“Toji, Im gonna-” You say through wheezing breaths, trying your best to speak.

“I know.” His voice is hoarse and addicting.

It hits you hard, and your squeezing around him in moments. Gushing, moaning, rutting. You didn’t know you could turn into this type of person, this side of you was foreign.

“Fuckin’ hell, you dirty, dirty, girl.”

Toji isn’t far back either, his cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. He’s loud. He’s saying so much, but your come down was so intense, you couldn’t dechipher his words.

“Mm, fuck.” Toji pulls out, hot, white cum spilling on your ass. Your cunt squeezing and the feeling of it dripping down.

This was a feeling you’d never forget. A feeling you’d want to relive every single day. One you’d become so easily addicted to, and not ever recover from it. You fear what would come of this experience. Your cravings and desires will just increase from now on. Your craving and desires for Toji will never disappear.

There was a thought they’d follow you forever. Haunt you, chase you down and eat you alive. You wouldn’t fight it. You wouldn’t even go as much as to try to. Because it felt so fucking good.

“Rough feels so good, doesn’t it?”

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yanderemommabean · 2 years ago

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In yyour Elias-fic (that man has my heart in a chokehold rn), he mention in his thoughts waiting for a new division to be made where he'd have read er for himself. And how terrifying would that not be?

Sure, the personnel has always been a bit on the cold and clinical side, more focused on their end goal. Hell, that's why you had to visit so often to begin with, but, as you wake up dizzy and tied up, this must be too far even for them, right?

They've always kept an eye out on your visits, so Nothing went too far, so they wouldn't just... Toss you in like this, right?

But No matter how much you think, you're still here, tied up, with Elias entering in an a normally good mood.

Would he do something to you? You've seen him hurt others, but he's always been to attentive to you, so sweet, maybe he'll be as shocked to see you like this? Maybe he'll simply untie you and that?'s it?

But the look in his eyes as he approaches ypou makes that desperate hope wither.

You’ll beg to be let go, to go home, that they can’t do this to you, but you simply get cold and stern words in return as Elias giggles like a maniac and wraps his arms around you.

“You’re dead, love. Gone. Vanished. No one knows your whereabouts anymore but me and my dear doctor friends”.

His hands slide up under your shirt, pressing right against your heart as it hammers against your ribcage. They wouldn’t do this right?! This just has to be some test for Elias to pass! But as the doors lock and the jingling keys fade, you begin to realize with rapt horror what’s happened.

“Such a delicate little heart you have. Fluttering so fast like a humming bird. Feeling it beating like this against my hand, your warm skin, oh it’s doing wonders for me”.

His lips form a smile as he kisses just behind your ear, allowing his hands to slowly wander over your chest and abdomen as he holds you, breathing deeply to truly savor your scent. “I ever tell you how much I miss your smell? It’s always so calming to me. On nights you weren’t able to visit it kept me from killing the staff out of sheer rage”.

You shudder, his lips kissing down to your shoulder as his hands map out your body, slow and sensual like you two were lovers in a private hotel rather than two captives being tested on for government gain.

“D-don’t you think it’s a bit much to kidnap someone and hold them here like this? Like animals?” You pipe up, tensing when his hands try to dip into the back of your pants and tease the back of your hips.

“Mmm it might be a bit annoying, but I promise, you won’t be hurt here. I was told if I wanted my own sector to obey and not misbehave, and in return I’d get to have you with me. I think a bit of annoying security is worth that”.

His teeth come to nip at your ear, hands fully sliding into the back of your pants so he can squeeze the meat of your ass and your thighs as he presses you forward against a wall. “Enough boring work talk. I’ve missed you, you know? And now I get to reintroduce myself and my touch to this wonderful body of yours”.

(-Mommabean, hope this was ok! ❤️)

#Elias my oc #My ocs #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere asylum #yandere male #yandere dubcon #smut I guess #yandere smut #yandere lemons

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ncllywrites · 2 years ago

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strict routine

wc: 1.5k

warnings: (kinda) self indulgent fic, poor gym knowledge, strength kink (i guess?), sweat/scent kink, hair pulling, abby fucks you in a chokehold, pet names (babe/baby, honey, sweet girl, bunny, etc), abby teases you a bit, mention of spit. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: thank you to the anon that suggested i write about abby and gymrat!reader, i used that as inspo! and i apologize if the ending is weird, i've been sitting on this for months, unsure how to go about it. i'd love to hear your feedback/constructive criticism!!

“Hi baby, how was your day?” the taller girl beamed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before heading towards the staff room, most likely to leave her things with yours. “Good I guess, had to kick a couple guys out for fighting over the machines but other than that, it was pretty slow”. You called over your shoulder, double checking that Abby had locked the door behind her. When she found out that you were scheduled to work closing shifts at the gym, she promised to come around after everyone had left to keep you company and ‘protect you’ in case anyone decided to hang back in the changerooms after the last call - her words of course. Plus, if she could sneak a workout in, who was she to complain?

“My tough girl. Hey, have I ever told you how much I love a woman in uniform?” she teased, coming up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder. “It’s literally just a t-shirt and nametag, you dork” you laughed as you pushed her away from you with your bum. You yelped when you felt her large hand come down hard on your right asscheek. “Go make yourself busy, you perv! I still have some stuff to finish before we can leave”. Shaking your head, you heard a muffled ‘still hot’ from behind you as you headed off to complete your tasks.

While you walked around checking to make sure there were no items left behind on the treadmills, Abby made her way over to the hip adductor. You tried your best to ignore her, but her grunting had become increasingly pornographic. Looking over, you caught her already staring directly at you. “Huh… Aaah…Mmh…fuck…” You couldn’t help but stare at the way her thighs flexed each time she brought her knees together, silently praying to whatever higher power that she’d let you between those same thighs and worship her like a deity. All you wanted was to mount her right there on the machine and grind your throbbing cunt all over the tensed muscles.

Your eyes caught hers and a cocky grin spread across her pouty lips. Feigning innocence, she called out to you. “Something wrong, pretty girl?” If this is how Abby wanted to play, then you’d gladly go along with it. Making your way over to her, you bent down so that your lips barely brushed the shell of her ear. “It’s gonna take more than just some pretty moans to get me going” before pecking her cheek and walking towards the back of the gym, Abby quickly following your lead.

Wiping down the cloudy mirrors, you watched as Abby added plate after plate to the ends of the bar before getting underneath. “Aiming for a new PR, babe?” Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she glanced over to you. “Yeah, something like that…” She started off slowly, almost as if she was giving you time to add the weights together before she really got into the thrust. The smug look on her face told you everything you needed to know. “What? Gotta make sure I can fuck you from each… and every…angle…” she grunted through her teeth. Your eyes widened at her vulgar words, nearly choking on your saliva. She never failed to make your skin heat up, regardless of how long you two had been together.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you glanced around the weight section as a distraction from the arousal that soaked a wet patch in your leggings, not surprised in the slightest to find dumbbells left scattered around the area. “Grown ass men need me to clean up after them like I’m their fucking mother…” you grumbled under your breath as you moved around to place the weights in their rightful spots.

As you bent down to grab the 50 lb weight, you felt a hand come to rest on your waist, another taking the dumbbell from your hands. “‘Scuse me, baby” Abby muttered in your ear, making sure to press her hips into your ass. Turning around, you looked between her face and the seat of her shorts. “What was that? Are you-” She just smirked at your shock. “Why don’t we go find out, hm?” Tipping her head towards the changerooms, she dragged you along behind her, the weights long forgotten where they laid.

Abby’s thickset arms caged you between her solid chest and a wall of lockers. With her face tucked into your neck, she left a smattering of kisses and nips in her wake. A calloused hand guided your face towards hers, mouths meeting in a clash of teeth, lips, and a hint of desperation. Your kisses began to travel further south, leaving you crouched before Abby, your hands greedily pushing her shirt up to see her toned stomach. Hurriedly yanking the top over her head, Abby refused to take her eyes off of you; God forbid she missed the way you blinked dumbly up at her from on your knees as you dragged your tongue across her happy trail, licking up the sweat that dripped down her torso.

Before you could get back up, Abby placed one foot up on the bench next to you, her large hand finding purchase at the back of your head as she forced your face deep into her clothed cunt, groaning at how you squirmed between her thighs. “You like that baby? Like my sweaty cunt in your face? Hmm?” She groaned as your muffled words vibrated against her clothed clit. “I can’t hear you honey, gotta speak up”. Yanking your head back, you looked up at her, panting, tongue practically lolling out of your mouth. “Well?”

When you took too long to answer, she tugged your head back further, causing you to wince slightly. “Fuck, I love it Abs, thank you”. Her burly stature combined with the condescending tone of her voice left your head reeling, the only coherent thing being her. “You’re fucking gross, y’know that? Practically drunk off my scent”. You nodded as best as you could given the grip Abby had on your hair. “Wan- want you so bad. Need you inside, baby, please” you begged her.

Abby dragged you to your feet by your forearm before turning you so that her chest was pressed against your back, pushing you so that your chest was against the mirror. Pinning your arm behind your back with one hand, she used the other to yank your leggings and underwear down at the same time before pulling her own shorts just below her ass, her thick strap bobbing up to press sinful kisses to your soaked cunt.

Abby ran the mushroomed tip between your folds a few times before spreading your cheeks apart, bent ever so slightly at the waist, and let a string of saliva drip from her pursed lips, past your puckered hole to help the silicone cock slip into you with ease.

“Saw how you were starin’ at my arms when I was doing curls earlier. What was going through that pretty little head, huh?” Lifting your head, you locked eyes through the mirror. “Wanted - shit - wanted you to choke me”. She brought a hand up to your throat before moving her hips faster. “Yeah? Like this?” When you shook your head no, her brows furrowed in faux confusion. “No? Oh, I know exactly what you wanted”.

Abby tucked her elbow underneath your chin, chuckling at how your eyes instantly rolled back into your head. “That it, baby? Wanted me to fuck you in a chokehold? I know, sweet girl, feels good, doesn't it?” She cooed in your ear, pressing sweet kisses to the side of your head. “Wanna rub that clit for me, honey? Can’t do all the work myself, can I?” Abby gently prompted, a warmth blooming in her chest at your garbled attempt at an apology.

Feeling your climax creeping up on you, you sank your teeth into Abby’s bicep to muffle your cries of pleasure. One look into your glassy eyes let Abby know that you weren't going to last much longer. “You look so pretty being split open on my cock, bunny. Are you close? You gonna come for me?” Pressing between your shoulder blades, Abby moved her legs wider before driving her cock into your slick walls, the fat tip kissing your g spot with each thrust. Holding yourself up on the mirror, you pressed your face to the cool glass as your orgasm hit you in waves. “Fuck Bee, too much…” Abby watched as your release left a creamy ring around the base of her dick. “So good, baby. You did so well for me” she praised, gently removing the strap from your sore hole.

Once you caught your breath, your search for something to cover up with was interrupted by a double take when your eyes glanced over the once pristine mirror, now covered in smudged fingerprints and streaks of what you could only assume was your own arousal. You rested your forehead on Abby’s shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. “I just cleaned this before you got here. I’m not doing it again…” Abby held back a snort at your frustration, half-heartedly agreeing to cleaning the mirror before you two headed home. Once Abby was dressed, she turned to exit the changeroom, only to see you standing in front of her, pressing a spray bottle and a roll of paper towels into her chest. “I’ll be in the breakroom when you’re done. Make sure you don't leave any streaks, ‘kay?”

#abby tlou2 smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n

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squarebracketsmileyface · 1 year ago

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I don’t remember if I or anyone else has given this song yet… but Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives is so Alex

I love this song, but i usually relate it to Desert Duo (from third life and double life, idk if you know what that is but it's a cool minecraft series and its amazing so you should lol) so I'd never even thought about it in the context of Sorry, It's Locked.

But oh my god?

You're so right?

It's so Alex?

Anyway, uh, Too long and very armature analysis incoming. As usual lol. I have far too many thoughts, as always, about my babies, and I've been writing sorry its locked Jam for the last couple days so I need to remind myself of the dumpster fire of a relationship the fic started with :D (I'm kidding, i love Jaylex in this fic and wish I hadn't done them so dirty, they could have been amazing. but also i love angst)

This whole song feel's like Alex kinda, like, reminiscing over his and Jay's relationship? Or, like, how it ended, but like, reminiscing in the moment? Do you know what I mean? Or is reminiscing over something while it's still happening just a me thing lol. Anyway, super long thing incoming (I'm so sorry, it's so long. This song has me in a chokehold).

I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

As far as Alex is concerned, his relationship with Jay didn't start out bad. Back in college, when they started their fwb situation it was pretty healthy (though that did go downhill relatively quickly) It started out fine, but tension grew as soon as Alex realized that Jay actually liked him and that he couldn't bring himself to like Jay back, or to allow himself to like Jay back. That started the friction between them, but they kept fucking because it was fun, they both enjoyed themselves, and Jay didn't call it off yet. Alex definitely liked Jay, but he didn't necessarily know he liked Jay back. And didn't know how to express it, so he just didn't.

Then obviously the stuff with the Operator started, and that changed Alex's personality a lot, making him irritable and unpleasant to be around, even for the people he'd been friends with the longest. His mouth grew sharp and cruel, but he didn't break off his thing with Jay because it was the one place where he actually felt in control of his life. Jay did what Alex told him to, and Alex didn't have to wrestle with himself to not be unkind to him, because that was what Jay wanted (as far as he'd made Alex aware, that was what he wanted out of their dynamic)

If Jay tried to initiate anything softer, or more romantic with Alex back in college (or even just mentioned it, sometimes) Alex would shut him down. His teeth cut Jay's lips when Jay went in to steal a kiss, because Alex couldn't let himself get attached, and if he let Jay kiss him without it being used as something to spur them on to acts where Alex was definitively in control, he wouldn't be able to cope with it.

(jesus this is already so long. im so sorry if you decide to read all of this dude)

And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

Jay trying to help Alex after they meet up again is pretty much the last thing Alex actually wants. He asked Jay for help to find Amy while his thoughts were being edited and glitched out by the Operator, so when he first got in contact with Jay again, he did it so he could try and kill Jay. Then he regained his senses a little and realized that the absolute worst thing Jay could do was stick around. Like, obviously Jay meant well in trying to help Alex, but Alex hadn't meant well when he'd asked for help.

Jay wants to help, and he want's to rebuild the friendship he once had with Alex. He wants to help find Amy, despite Alex leaving him for her. He wants to help figure out what happened to Alex back in college. He wants to help figure out how to save Alex from what he's figured out happened. But Alex isn't the person Jay's well intentioned helpfulness should be aimed towards.

Alex doesn't really think he needs saving, he's convinced he has to save everyone else. But he has a twisted understanding of what it means to save people, and his idea of saving people often directly lines up with the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him do. He doesn't (can't) realize that the things he does to save people (killing them) and the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him think it's okay to do (killing those same people) are the same thing.

When he has a bit more sense about him, he realises that killing because it's what the Operator put in his head is awful and not something he wants to do. But he doesn't see killing people to 'save them' as the same thing. He barely even sees it as killing half the time, and even when he does, it's for the greater good.

So he doesn't think he needs help and he doesn't think he needs saving. And even if he did realise he needs help, Alex doesn't believe himself worthy of being helped or saved, not when he knows what he really intended to do when he first asked Jay for help.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

SO i have two lines of thinking about what this verse could mean

Post College:

Alex doesn't break pretty items that Jay owns (he doesn't have any that Alex could break, really) but he does break Jay in a way. After they argue in the parking lot, he realizes that Jay isn't going to stop trying to help him, no matter what, so he'll have to force him to, by breaking Jay's heart and making him hate him.

Jay's heart is a pretty thing: It was loving even when Alex was giving it nothing but a good fuck in return. It made Jay help Alex with his student film even as Alex became more and more unbearable to work with. It made Jay come back to help Alex all over again when his girlfriend 'disappeared'.

Alex had to save Jay, and his own (deeply buried) feelings for Jay stopped him from just killing him like he had to save Amy, and Seth, and Sarah, and all the others. He had to find another way, and the only way he could think of was to wring Jay dry of every ounce of care he still held for Alex.

During College:

Alex wasn't trying to hurt Jay and break his heart, if anything he felt constantly like he was doing nothing but breaking his own heart over and over again by denying himself the chance to actually date Jay. So he kept up the fwb situation with Jay because it 'suited' both of them (aka neither of them voiced the issues they had with it to the other) until he'd wrung Jay dry and an opportunity to escape having to deal with his own sexuality (Amy) came along.

But, if Amy hadn't come along and offered Alex the perfect way out, he would have kept the fwb going for as long as he could, not willing to give up having Jay in the only way he felt he could until he absolutely had to. If Jay could be fine with that, he could be Alex's like that, with their relationship never progressing and only ever wearing the two of them down until they resented each other and couldn't take it anymore.

They were never not going to go down in flames, but they could light the fire with wet wood and suffocate slowly on the smoke until the fire finally took and burned them up quickly and painfully.

Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear

In college, Alex was silently begging Jay to give up his hopes of ever actually dating him, of them being together officially. He knew what Jay wanted him to be to him, but he also knew that he couldn't be that. He wanted to, somewhere squashed deep down, he really really wanted to be the soft, loving, romantic partner that Jay was waiting and hoping he'd turn into, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Maybe he didn't realize all of that consciously. Consciously he probably just thought he didn't like Jay like that at all, that he was just a good lay and that was the end of it. But he had one too many dreams about taking Jay on quiet, gentle dates for him to really only see Jay as a good fuck.

The thing is though, that he knows what Jay wants them to be to each other. He knows from the way that Jay looked at him whenever he messes up and starts treating him a little nicer, a little gentler, a little softer, when they fuck.

He knows that during those moments where they still together and catch their breaths, and Jay looks up at him like he's hung the stars just because he's brushing his sweaty hair out of his face, that Jay has those feelings and those hopes. And he knows he can't return those feelings. He can't return the love that Jay lavishes on him by not telling him to fuck off and going and finding someone who is willing to treat him the way he really wants to be treated. It kills him, but there's nothing he can do about it.

(Also good news, you're about half way through :D whoooooo, the torment isn't eternal!)

You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that

Back in college, Alex needed Jay to know that their arrangement couldn't last, that as much as Jay wanted it to work and wanted Alex to magically sort out the shit in his head that left him too scared to even properly date Jay in secret rather than just being fwb, it wouldn't. Alex needed Jay to know that it wouldn't change unless it was to break the whole thing off entirely, which is what happened, it was what was always going to happen. But if Alex could have made Jay realize that that was what he should have expected, and that nothing he could do would 'fix' that, maybe the not-breakup wouldn't have hurt Jay so badly.

Alex didn't want to hurt him, he wasn't trying to hurt him back in college, he was just trying to stop himself from hurting by continuing their fwb relationship. Alex's life was spiraling out of control, his own thoughts were spiraling out of his control, as were his actions sometimes, and the only time he felt secure in his control over himself and his life, was when he was controlling Jay in scenes.

The answers he always gave Jay when Jay got up the courage to try to talk about their relationship, and what he hoped it could become, weren't the truthful answers. Alex told him he didn't like him back, told him he was just a good fuck, when the real answer was that he was terrified out of his mind, and the idea of changing their relationship even a little felt dangerous. Because their fwb relationship worked and it gave Alex the control he needed, if they started dating that would bring in a huge amount of unknown variables, and if it ended up not working? That would leave Alex with nothing. Not to mention the general internalized homophobia, and the homophobia all around them meaning that it could be genuinely dangerous for both of them if the wrong people found out.

So he keeps all the real answers hidden away in a place Jay won't look for them, in a 'cigarette box' (behind the lies he tells instead) because it's something easily hidden, its something that wouldn't look out out of place, just like the lies he tells don't look out of place. Jay has no real reason to question the answers Alex gives him, they make sense and Alex's behavior seems to back up the idea that he doesn't like Jay the same way Jay likes him.

And Jay's desperation to have a relationship with Alex blinds him to the fact that it could actually be possible if only Alex would stop lying to him. Any time Jay sees a crack in Alex's facade he second guesses himself, insisting that it's just wishful thinking and that little glimpse behind the walls Alex has built was just something his hopeful, lovesick mind made up. It's always a split second, something so tiny and easy to miss that Jay automatically dismisses it.

Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

After college, when Jay and Alex meet up again and everything that happens after the argument in the parking lot happens, Alex knows that it's a terrible idea. He knows that all it'll do is reopen old, half healed, half festering wounds and rub salt in them, but Jay wants it, and he wants Jay so he doesn't stop them. He's lost all of his friends (whether to death or just distance), he's lost Amy, and the only thing he has left is an old, already failing not-relationship with Jay. So to tries to make himself feel better by rekindling that.

He and Jay fuck in the parking lot and Alex realizes that this is most likely going to be the last chance he ever gets to have Jay back, even just for one night. And if this is the last chance, he doesn't want it to be exactly the same as it was in college, so he takes Jay back to his house and does all the things he'd been too scared to back in college. Because who would find out? And if anyone did? Why would it matter, Alex's life had already fallen apart and become controlled by fear and a monster, what was getting beaten up for being queer in comparison to that?

This was his last chance to have Jay back, and Alex knew he had to make sure of that. He couldn't drag Jay into all of this, so he had to ruin everything in the worst way possible, and having taken Jay back to his house and treated him so nicely was (instead of coming back to bite him in the ass) going to work in his favor. Even in being nice, he was going to be hurting Jay, but that was what he had to do. Hurting Jay is a habit he can't kick, it's woven into his dna at this point and there's nothing he can do about that other than try to twist it into being something that's for Jay's own sake.

If he can just make Jay hate him enough, he can save him, he can drive him away and Jay won't be a target of the man in the black suit.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that

Same as earlier :]

I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine, oh

Jay's 'happy thoughts' that Alex is poisoning are the memories of how nicely Alex treated him when they got back to his house. In the moment of it all, he wasn't thinking of anything other than showing Jay how much he actually cared about him and how he should have been being treated all along. In the moment he just wanted to be good to Jay. It was only afterwards that he realized what he'd have to do, and he took the next morning to spit poison into their breakfast, which could have been a turning point in their relationship if only they weren't doomed by the damn narrative.

So Alex ruins the night before for Jay by telling him he hadn't even wanted to remember that it was him he was fucking. He poisons those memories forever, as well as poisoning the idea of being treated well in general for Jay.

Alex loves all those truthful answers that he kept hidden away behind lies back in college. Those truths are what he was trying to finally finally let out when he and Jay spent the night together at his house.

He loves Jay like he loves those truthful answers that he never got to give him back in college, bitterly. Those truths were things he never thought he'd get to, never wanted to get to tell Jay, they sat rotting behind the lies he told, and now he can only look at them with a painful sort of nostalgia because it's too little too late.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #jaylex #marble hornets fanfic #MH sorry its locked

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oogaboogaspookyman · 1 year ago

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Why not

Let's show it to them

[not ALONE]

How the hell did i get here..?

Spookyman, author of this fic you're reading rn, 21 of december 2023

It's a dark, rainy night in Copper 9. No sunlight. No noise apart from the rain. Gloomy night for a gloomy occasion. Dark night for a dark moment.

"Hey, freakshow! Spooky gal!" Said a drone, right before throwing a paper plane on her head. "Remember the time i told you to do me a favour and help me with my homework?"

"Yess... What. Is it. Hanc." Growled the mentioned spooky gal, Six, while gripping her locker's door and not looking at anyone but her stuff.

"No need to get like that, hot stuff, i'm just sayin' you're a fucking bitch for that-" Hanc is interrupted by a chokehold from something strange. A peculiar blue symbol holds his neck as he floats in the air.

Everyone gasps and starts screaming at the sight.

"No need to get like that?" Repeated the girl, who's now visibly shaking in anger. "Look. Who's. Fucking. TALKING"

Hanc is dropped onto the floor, letting him breathe once more, and try to open the door to escape the locker room.

The door is locked.

"I try. I tried, i try, i keep trying, i still keep trying, i will keep trying, i physically can't stop trying, and THIS is how you repay me? For all of the fucking EFFORT--" roared Six as she tore her locker's door clean off it's hinges. "--THAT I CAN'T STOP GIVING, I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE A BREAK WITH ALL OF YOU, TEARING ME DOWN JUST BECAUSE I EXIST AND EVEN THEN I TRY TO BE NICE"

"Hey, girl, you don't have to do this, we can talk this out! Haha- look- i- i'm sorry for talking to you like that i'm just- uh- i had a bad day and everyone has their gripes, y'know!" Hanc is interrupted again by Six's berating.

"NO. MORE. TALKING. I'M DONE WITH ALL OF YOU. THIS TIME I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF YOU GET AWAY WITH IT" she raises her locker's door up in the air.

"Hey- HEY?? CALM DOWN! HE-"

Splat. Goes his head. Pop goes the weasel.

A cacophony of screams comes from the locker room.

The gal is growing in size, flesh growing on her body, the growth getting inside her casing and inbetween her inner workings, fur growing right out of the flesh...

The cacophony stops as soon as Six begins roaring...

"Let's never talk about this again, got it?" She sternly growls to Hanc while using her strange magical powers she calls an "Absolute Solver" to clean up the mess in the locker room.

Hanc nods, slowly but keeping up a (albeit false and flawed) smile, because everything is always okay! Right? There's nothing to talk about.

He and the rest walk away while the gal finishes up with the cleaning service.

The day continues as normal, although... Nobody even looks at her for the rest of the day after that. But that's okay, they're all just pieces of shit anyway, as worthless as what they really are. It wouldn't be a surprise if the Murder Drones got to them all one day...

The bedroom door slams shut. V is startled and looks from the bed she got on out of boredom while the gal was away. This is the first time she heard the door slam shut like that.

"What's up now, little worker~?" V gives her greetings to the gal, unknowing of the events that transpired prior...

Six is silent...

"Helloooo? Are you in there? Did the scary evil god program take over again?" V spoke jokingly.

She's still silent... V loses her sing-songy voice and joyful facade, going soft... Getting worried.

"Six? Are you okay?"

The gal responds with sitting down next to her, and sighing.

"I can't take it anymore."

"What?"

"I can't. Take it. Anymore. V."

The gal begins to form a crooked smile as she giggles to herself, at herself, shaking.

"Every day, every fucking day, it's always the same thing now, something goes wrong, the blame is on me, i suffer consequences that don't belong to me, and nobody does JACKSHIT about it but stare like i'm some sort of ZOO ANIMAL." She keeps on giggling, visibly shaking much more as she speaks.

"Do you know what it's like? Being suddenly labeled a monster and the spotlight shining on you for it, only going away after the damage to you is done? They never once recognize you as a victim, as another drone at all, they just hurt you and keep going until you're on the floor and then the lights are turned off, the audience is PLEASED"

The gal grabs onto her arms, gripping so hard she's drawing oil from them, like she's trying to tear her own arms off...

"THERE IS AN AUDIENCE MADE JUST FOR ME, JUST FOR HURTING ME, V." She growls, her giggling slowing down to a stop, getting replaced by the screaming that will follow soon after.

"I... I JUST..." Her visor begins to crack from the top, as tears form in her eyes and she hyperventilates, her hands are shaking the way a bee is trying to GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"

Her visor cracks in the very middle. Severely. From top to bottom.

V looks on in horror and worry, visibly shaking from the sight and tension of the situation.

Six begins sobbing, falling down on V's chest.

"I don't want this to be me..."

V knew the feeling well. Too well. She wishes she didn't know it. It's what gave birth to her.

She just slowly put her hand on her head, and gently rubbed her hair. Sweet little gentle pets. Gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle ge

She places her hand on the back of the sobbing gal's head, cupping it, holding her close just as much as Six does to V. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hol

V shushes her, softly.

"It's okay... I got you"

...

It's okay... I got you

It's okay, i got you...

Six breaks down in tears, not holding back any drops, not holding back any noise.

This feeling is terribly familiar...

"Don't look at these meanies, little dude, you're fine away from them..."

"They hit me so haaaardd..." *Sniff*

"Let's just go home..."

"Yea, i wanna go home too..."

"It's okay... I got you..."

It's okay... I got you...

"Thank you for being here... For me..." The gal sobbed...

"Anytime, love..." V whispered...

Anytime, little dude...

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contentment-of-cats · 2 years ago

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Brain purge

In light of recent AI developments, I've decided to take my Ao3 to registered users only. I do have account creation codes, so if you want to become a registered user, let me know.

It's also more likely than not that bots are also scraping Tumblr for art and content. I'm not sure how I want to handle this, but am thinking about it.

Found out that when you have an invisible like or reblog, it's someone who has blocked you unblocking, raiding your content, reblocking, and then using it on their own blog. It's a deeply chickenshit move, so I have blocked the most likely shitting chicken in return. It's not a blacklist when it's just taking out the trash - not even the recycling or the composting, but the straight-up trash.

More brain dumping below the cut.

I'm going to be doing some more blog-housekeeping in the next few days.

Had an aspiration on a large thyroid cyst, and a biopsy of both the fluid and the nodule tissue. The immediate result is a spectacular bruise that looks like a hickey from something with a mouth the size of a sink plunger. The biopsy showed atypical but not cancerous cells, so now I get to add another MD to my dance card.

I hate vaccines, even as I know the need for them. I was finally cleared to get my second COVID booster, was feverish and achy yesterday, and not much better today. Tylenol and Pedialyte are my morning.

Made a lot of food over the course of the week, now have zero appetite for any of it. Will eat it anyway.

Mom has been gone for two weeks, and when I was talking to my therapist yesterday, I said that I found myself smoothing over some of the truly shitty shit she did - cashing out my college fund, cheating me out of my due on a real estate deal, beating me unconscious, and once using a chokehold on me because I wasn't washing my face right. I also said that she was a nicer person with dementia than she ever was sane. My therapist said that children of Cluster B parents who develop dementia often say that.

I feel a combination of grief, relief, and ding-dong-the-witch-is-dead. My mother in dementia was by and large the person she should have been. No gaslighting, no manipulation, no emotional abuse. She was safe, cared for, had dignity, and I have been reminded that I was well within my rights to cut her off as I was on the verge of doing.

I'm writing, but it's a fractured effort. I'm working on my fic, but also on an actual get-paid story. I want a little more income, and writing is about what I can do at the moment.

My post-treatment physical issues remain... variable? The neuropathy in my feet makes me feel as if I am wearing the most uncomfortable socks ever. My hands lock up from time to time. I still have occasional joint pain - your spine is a joint.

In +1 news, I have been able to walk and even navigate the stairs without my cane. My core, upper body, and leg strength is slowly coming back. After getting my booster yesterday, I went to the grocery store - did not get much because I'd have to get it up the stairs, but I did fill my backpack.

Once Mom's estate is settled, the Big Out will commence My mother was very much about Stuff and I am about what will do the most good. Certain items go to friends, more to charities, some to consignment. I think that things ought to go where they are wanted and will be cherished, whether it's a big poofy quilt to a fostered dog or a 200-year-old rocking chair to her friend's front porch.

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killmongerskeeper · 2 years ago

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Your Highness // Shuri // 18+

Summary: You and Shuri can go at it whenever and wherever. She reminds you that being in public won't stop her from making a mess of you.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Shameless Smut // Fluff // Shuri is a sneaky little shit // Fingering(Reader Receiving) // Public Orgasm

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: I'm done with my first ever Shuri one shot! I need a couple of gallons of water after writing this one. Shuri had me in a whole chokehold in my own fic. How sway? Hopefully the queen of Shuri fics approve. @haechvn I did my best sis XD.

Y/N POV

You scrolled through all the document pages on your tablet as you made your way to Shuri's lab. She had been hiding away in there for the past 4 days so you decided to drag her out to clear her mind a little bit. The doors opened and you were greeted by Griot as you stalked closer to the princess. She was much taller than you but you made up for it with the puff that rests on top of your head. You sat down the tablet on a nearby table before bringing your hands to rest on her torso.

"Hey baby." You mumbled placing a kiss to her spine. You felt her shiver in your arms as she turned her head to look down at you.

"I do. But I fly in tonight. Was wondering if you'd like to tag along and go to dinner?" You suggested and she sighed.

"Baby you know I have so much to do around here." She said with a frown.

"Let Griot take over. You've been so busy and I miss having you so close to me." You muttered as another kiss landed on her shoulder.

"I don't know Y/N. I don't really have much time to relax nowadays." She said leaning into your soft kisses.

"Exactly my point. You need it." You pushed, running your hands down her thighs. She grabbed your wandering hand before turning to you with wide eyes.

"Am I interrupting something? I can come back at another time." She smirked as Shuri pulled away from you.

"No it's alright Okoye. I'll have her all to myself when we land tonight." You said before walking out of the lab.

"Okay princess. I see you." Okoye jokes, causing Shuri to roll her eyes.

"What, jealous?"

"Of course not. Just never expect to walk in on Wakanda's princess with her tongue down her girlfriend's throat." She retorted before handing Shuri the files she was instructed to.

"Shuri-" You were cut off when she pinched your nipple, causing you to jolt while she brought her lips to your ear.

"We talked about this Y/N. What do you call me?" Her tone was firm and you shuddered against her.

"My apologies, your highness." You moaned out as she gave a sharp tug before leaving you.

"Please princess, enough with the games." You groaned out, your body eagerly awaited her next move.

"As you wish, my love." She mused in your ear as she finally buried a finger inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion, but you welcomed it. The way her touch sent your nerves on fire. You humped into her hand, chasing your release as she mumbled praise after praise.

"Fuck." You cursed before you turned your head to find her lips.

"Okay I think that's everything. We're both all packed." You said zipping up your suitcase.

"Thought you would look amazing in it." She told you and you bit your lip.

"I see. Guess I was forgetting something then." You grinned as you packed the lewd clothes in your bag.

"Like what you see Y/N?" She questioned and you swallowed some spit before fixing her collar.

"What I can't admire what's mine?" You asked and she pecked your lips.

Okoye and Ramonda greeted the two of you at the aircraft.

"Now I want you to be careful. Remember this is a business trip. No funny business." The queen said with a knowing stare as she eyed her daughter, who had a smile on her face.

"Of course, queen mother. I will make sure the princess doesn't go astray." you said and she snapped her head in your direction.

"It isn't me she should be worried about." She said and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't get any ideas. It's for us to sleep until we reach our destination." You told her and she let out a loud laugh. You gave her warning eyes as you put your hair up.

"Griot?" She called out holding your arm to keep you from completely entering the room. You admired how protective she was over you.