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bellaxgiornata · 2 years ago

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All These Years [Part 6: "The White Whale"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of installments for All These Years here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut

Word Count: 4k

a/n: This installment is entirely in Matt's POV! Probably one of the only ones in this series that will be. As I was writing I knew I needed to do a last minute title change to this installment, too, because it went in a different direction. Hopefully what you learn from this installment only makes everything in this series hurt so much more. There are end notes on this, too because I feel like you'll need it. Feedback is always appreciated!

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“This place isn’t so bad,” Foggy mused.

Matt could hear the way Foggy’s head turned, clearly taking in the view of the dive bar around them. It smelled pungently of must and mildew and clearly there had been a good bit of alcohol spilled and left to dry along the floors, but otherwise it was alright here. At least it wasn’t too loud. The classic rock music playing over the speakers wasn’t blaring like the pop music playing in most bars he’d gone to always was. It never failed to give him a headache and make him duck out early.

“Well it’s not that loud, at least,” Matt replied.

Foggy nudged Matt’s arm with his elbow sharply. Matt could hear the pull of Foggy’s muscles drawing his mouth into a smile. He wished he could work himself up into even a sliver of that excitement for tonight.

“Come on,” Foggy pressed. “It’s the first night in a while that we’ve gotten out and have been able to do something that doesn’t involve paperwork. And we’re getting the three amigos back together again! Smile, dammit!”

Matt’s focus dropped towards the table, his hand tightening around the neck of his bottle of beer. He hadn’t had a chance to see you in weeks, and it had been weeks before that, too. Landman and Zack had managed to keep him and Foggy plenty busy since the three of you had graduated a few months back. And he was happy to finally see you again–that is, he would’ve been if it actually was going to be just the three of you tonight. But no, you were bringing a boyfriend . The first one you’d actually ever had since Matt had known you.

And it had made him sick to his stomach thinking about it all day today.

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” was all he could muster in response.

He drew his beer to his lips, taking a long pull. He was hoping to get at least a buzz going before the two of you showed up. He didn’t want to be sober having to listen to the way your body reacted to your boyfriend all night.

The truth of it was, Matt wanted you. And he’d wanted you since he first met you.

No, actually, that wasn’t accurate, either.

Matt had wanted you for an entire semester before he’d ever actually met you in the library. He had first encountered you on campus in the late evening. He’d overheard someone trip on the sidewalk farther up ahead of him, spilling their books and their papers everywhere. They’d quietly cursed to themselves as they knelt down to collect their things. Matt could tell they’d been close to tears, too. He figured they’d been having a bad day already as they quietly fumed to themselves while others just passed them by on the sidewalk, leaving them to pick up their scattered belongings alone.

But then you’d stumbled upon them, stepping off to the side and crouching down to help them pick up the mess without hesitation. You’d sounded sweet and gentle when you’d greeted them, offering them some kind words and a warm smile that Matt thought he could almost feel as he eavesdropped. He’d oddly found himself affected by you, taking a moment to pause on the side of the sidewalk, pretending he was checking a voicemail on his phone as he tuned into your interaction. He had felt like a creep but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

And then he'd been fascinated by you afterwards, your voice and the scent of you plaguing his mind. He'd spent weeks trying to run across you on campus again. He'd lied and told Fog he'd actually bumped into you that night since he was unable to tell him how he'd really stumbled on you. His heightened senses were a secret even to Foggy. But then he and Foggy had often talked about you afterwards–the pair of them had spent all semester referring to you as Matt's White Whale. He'd been relentlessly searching for you around campus whenever he wasn’t busy with his studies or on a date. But then he'd discovered you around the science buildings right before the beginning of winter break. Unfortunately you’d managed to disappear during those few weeks before the next semester started, Matt being unable to pick up on you again.

He'd then spent all of winter break telling Fog how he'd planned to linger around that building when classes resumed, hoping to catch your voice again–or in reality, the scent of your pheromones and the beat of your heart. He was certain he’d recognize both of them. Him and Fog had spent many a night throwing back beers and coming up with many amusing and ridiculous schemes of how Matt might actually have a chance to meet you.

When classes did resume that following semester, Matt had often frequented the science building in his free moments. And even though Matt had still gone out and enjoyed the attention of other women during that time–something that had been quite a thrilling contrast from his life before college, considering he’d come fresh from St. Agnes–he couldn’t seem to shake you from his mind. Many times he caught himself wondering where he could take you on a date, or what your favorite food might be. He desperately wanted to know what subject you studied. He wanted to know your name and how your voice sounded when you finally said his. He wondered what music you liked and what your shampoo would smell like if he ever had the chance to press his nose into your hair.

And then one fateful day when he’d been at the library working on research for a class, he’d caught the scent of you unexpectedly. His mouth had gone dry and his mind had momentarily gone blank in surprise. You were there. In the library. With him.

It had sounded like you were on your phone and making your way towards him. Matt had panicked, unsure in the moment how to actually catch your attention and strike up a conversation. In his haste to make sure his chance hadn’t disappeared on him, he’d abruptly stepped out of the aisle he was in, arms laden with books, and accidentally miscalculated how far away you were. You’d ran right into him and startled him in return, causing him to drop his books on the ground and your toe. He felt awful when he’d heard you shout but then he couldn’t resist the laugh at your strange outburst.

But when you’d actually looked at who you’d run into, Matt had instantly picked up on all the telltale signs of your physical attraction to him. The increase in your pheromones had driven him crazy and his nerves completely disappeared, that confidence he had with every other young woman he’d flirted with on campus quickly taking over.

He thought he’d had you that day. It seemed a sure thing when he’d asked for your number and you’d given it to him. But then he invited you over to his dorm a few days later on Saturday night. He had every intention to take you out on a date and bring you back to an empty dorm room–if he was lucky enough and you’d wanted that. Because God he had certainly been thinking about you in very sinful ways over those few days. His thoughts had been driving him wild and he desperately hoped sex with you would help ease those persistent and nagging desires. If he could just experience it, maybe you wouldn’t be clouding his damn senses and taking up so much space in his thoughts. Though he worried if he got a taste he’d just want more, like you were some sort of drug to him.

But you’d shown up early that night, and Matt hadn’t technically called it a date. He’d asked for you to ‘hang out’, which admittedly was what he always called it. Usually the women he spent time with knew what he meant, but you’d shown up early and Foggy hadn’t left yet. He’d inevitably introduced the pair of you, hoping to segue into you and him leaving–but you and Foggy had instantly hit it off.

You’d both bonded over a Red Hot Chili Peppers song Foggy was playing, apparently it being both of yours’ favorite song by them. And then that turned into a long discussion about music and the bands you’d both seen, which had led to jokes being shared. Your laughter had sounded amazing to Matt’s ears, but he’d sat there on the end of his bed dumbfounded. You and Fog had almost identical interests. You so quickly warmed up to him. And he could read your body’s reaction that night–you were eliciting all of the signs of attraction.

To Foggy.

While Matt was just sitting there on his bed, you were beside Foggy displaying every sign to Matt that you were interested in Foggy . Not him.

It had crushed him. All of those weeks of trying to find you, all of those nights of you plaguing his mind, and you liked Foggy . He hadn't even told Fog you were the White Whale ahead of time, hoping not to jinx things, but in the end things had wound up going awry for Matt anyway.

He’d tried to remain hopeful that he’d gotten it wrong, but then the pair of you began Saturday nights as a weekly thing. Both of you were always texting after that. And you always seemed so eager to come over to see him. Always spending so much time with him. And every time you showed up, you’d be giving off every damn clue that you were attracted to him. It only took a couple of weeks before Matt gave up and went back to what he’d been doing–sleeping around. He couldn’t have you, so he figured he’d have whoever else he could. And when Foggy had asked him about his White Whale again, he’d sadly told him it hadn’t worked out. He’d never mentioned the White Whale again.

Though it was always strange to Matt that you’d never done anything more with Foggy. Anytime Matt hadn’t been around for the Saturday nights the pair of you spent together and he had occasionally popped back in, you often reacted like he’d interrupted something, your body going into overdrive. But you were always studying or hanging out, never anything more.

It didn’t make sense until he’d finally gotten something like an answer out of you that one night he’d upset you at the bar. He’d had a brief moment of hope when he heard your body reacting as you were looking at him, wondering if it was actually him you were reacting to like that first time in the library. He’d somehow hoped in that moment that he’d gotten everything all wrong, that it was him that you somehow liked all this time, and in his haste to say the right thing, he’d said the wrong thing. Especially with that stupid comment about being your wingman. And he’d really upset you to the point that you’d left the bar early near tears. He wanted to chase after you but he had no reason to realistically do so–he wasn’t supposed to be able to know you were crying as you walked back to your dorm, but he did. So when Foggy had spotted Marci, he’d been thrilled to have an excuse to leave, dodging some woman who’d tried to sleep with him before hurrying after you.

But then you’d broke his heart again because you were upset over Fog. He couldn’t deny it after you’d admitted to only being seen as a friend by the person you had feelings for and then breaking down crying on him. Because Matt had been too thoughtless with his words and told you Foggy was chatting with Marci–the girl you both knew he’d been talking about recently. Why else would you have started crying? If you’d had feelings for him he was certain you’d have said something then and there with how he’d been trying to talk you up all night. Telling you any guy would be lucky to take you on a date–which obviously included him.

That night had cemented it for him. You were in love with Foggy. As much as Matt hated seeing how hurt you were sitting in the friend zone with him, he selfishly didn’t want to bring it to Foggy’s attention because he knew it would absolutely kill him to watch Foggy with you . The one he could never get out of his head. He did his best to ignore it as the months and years went by, intentionally trying to ignore whatever your body was doing because it hurt too fucking much to listen to it.

When Elektra had come into his life, she’d certainly been the first one to come close enough to shaking you from his mind. He’d fallen for her fast and hard, especially when she saw every single dark part about him and still never turned him away. She saw him for everything he was–including his heightened senses that neither you nor Fog had any clue about–and she loved him for it. Or, he thought she had. And even she had pointed out how crazy you seemed about Foggy. How you were attached to his hip like a lovesick puppy she’d said. How you always spent all your time with him. Her words only further cemented it in his mind that he would never have you. Not as anything more than his best friend.

That knowledge broke him twice as hard when Elektra left. Because you’d been there for him, encouraging him. Being the absolutely wonderful, beautiful person you were. He didn’t deserve it, either. He’d been an asshole to you when he’d been with Elektra. He was still being an asshole to you when he continued to keep his mouth shut to Fog about your feelings–because he was selfish and never wanted to see you with him. Instead he’d eventually gone back to burying himself in a different girl when he had the chance, especially the closer it had gotten to graduation. He was afraid he’d lose you after the three of you graduated from Columbia, the dark thought constantly lingering in his mind.

He’d almost kissed you that night, too. That night it was just you and him cuddled together on his bed after graduation. The last night in your dorms. He’d been overcome with the urge to just tell you everything and kiss you, but then he’d caught the feeling of your panic when he’d so carefully cradled your face in the palm of his hand, desperate to finally feel your lips on his. To hear you tell him you cared for him, too. But all he’d felt was your fear in that moment instead. You must’ve realized he was about to say something, that he’d been about to possibly kiss you, and you panicked at the thought of it. Because Foggy was asleep in the bed across from both of you and you loved him . So he’d bit the words back and said the first thing that came to his mind instead of what he really wanted to. And it fucking killed him to do so.

Now, here you all were getting together months later, and you were bringing your boyfriend. Clearly you’d tried to move on from Fog, but that didn’t make things hurt any less for Matt. He hadn’t moved on from you. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be able to at this rate. And he certainly tried–he’d fucked a few interns at Landman and Zack, but none of them made him forget how it felt to wake up beside you that morning he had after Elektra had left him.

“Oh hey, I think that’s them!” Foggy said excitedly.

His words drew Matt back to this miserable moment, the sound of Foggy’s hand waving the pair of you over only deepening the frown on his face. He didn’t want this asshole here with his arm around you. Probably kissing you in front of him. He wanted to be the one doing that. Not this random guy who’d recently popped into your life and didn’t know you like Matt did. It felt wrong .

“Hey guys!” your cheery voice greeted the pair of them.

Matt quickly did his best to tune out the sound of your body and ignore the faint scent of your arousal that abruptly hit him when you’d reached the table. His hand tightened around his bottle of beer again. Your boyfriend’s scent was mixed with yours and it didn’t sit right with Matt. It pissed him off, actually. For some reason he really wanted to hit this guy.

Foggy greeted you brightly with your name and then he felt your eyes land on him expectantly. The smile noticeably faltered on your face, he could hear it in the way your muscles shifted. Raising his head from the table, he forced a smile onto his mouth and greeted you with your name in return.

“Guys this is Liam,” you said, introducing your boyfriend.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Foggy exclaimed, reaching out a hand. “I’m Foggy.”

Liam reached out, accepting the handshake in return. Matt ground his teeth together as he listened to the interaction.

“I’ve heard so many stories about you both,” Liam was saying, his attention turning to Matt as Foggy released his hand. “You must be Matt, right?”

Matt knew Liam was extending a hand out towards him, he heard the air shift in front of him when he did. He also knew it was usually the polite thing to do to at least extend his own hand out when he introduced himself, allowing the other person to reach out and shake his hand. But he didn’t want to shake Liam’s hand. He didn’t want to be his friend. He didn’t want him here .

“Yeah, that’s me,” Matt replied.

He heard the way Liam’s hand awkwardly lowered back to his side after a few uncomfortable seconds. He could practically feel the three sets of eyes on him. That had been rude, but he didn’t care.

“How about I get us a drink?” Liam asked, turning to you.

“Sure, that’d be great!” you responded. “A beer would be good.”

When Liam leaned towards you and kissed you, Matt thought he was going to break the beer bottle with how hard he was gripping the neck of it. He even caught the light tap to your ass before he’d sauntered off to the bar, wishing he could’ve been as oblivious to that as Foggy was. Or to the way it’d made you blush.

“You seem happy,” Foggy said, reaching across the table and playfully slapping your shoulder. “How’ve you been?”

“Good!” you answered, your tone bright. “The job’s gotten a lot better now that the stress of being the newbie is past. How’ve you guys been? How’s the internship going? Still busy?”

Foggy blew out an exaggerated breath. “ Exhausting . We’ve been drowning in paperwork and menial tasks, but there’s apparently two positions opening up in a few months and I think Matt and I are in line for it.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, your attention turning towards Matt. “That’s awesome! You guys deserve it!”

Matt’s heart might have skipped a beat at the sound of your excitement for them. He noticed your eyes lingering on him. Probably because he was being uncharacteristically silent tonight. And rude.

“So how’d you meet Liam? How long have you both been together?” Foggy asked, bringing his beer to his mouth for a drink.

Matt could tell you’d nervously ducked your head at the question, tucking some hair behind your ear. It was cute. You were cute. He wished you acted like that when asked about him instead of Liam .

“Just a couple of weeks,” you admitted. “It’s still new. I actually met him at a coffee shop–or, technically outside of it. We sort of grabbed each others’ drinks on accident. He was the one who’d noticed, I was just hurrying to get back home for work. He’d had to chase me down a block.”

You laughed and the sound was like a knife to Matt’s heart. You liked this guy. And that fucking hurt.

“He was sweet and had some terrible jokes,” you continued. “For some reason he asked me out to dinner and then, well–” you shrugged, “–here we are now.”

You cleared your throat, your attention nervously darting to Foggy and then back to himself before you ducked your head again. Matt’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses curiously, wondering what that had been about until you spoke again.

“So uh, are you two seeing anyone?” you asked.

Your tone was pitched higher than usual and Matt instantly guessed the reasoning. His eyes closed behind his glasses, his heart further sinking in his chest.

You still liked Foggy, didn’t you? He’d never have a chance with you.

“Well it turns out Marci is actually interning at Landman and Zack, too,” Foggy replied. “But uh, she still isn’t too interested in being serious. But I’m working on her!”

Your attention shifted to him, your heart having sped up at Foggy’s words. Probably upset because he was still pursuing Marci instead of you. He could sympathize with your heartache.

“And…what about you, Matt?” you asked, voice suddenly quieter.

He focused on you standing directly across from him at the table. You were gripping it firmly in both of your hands, your heart still beating a little faster after Foggy’s admission. He swallowed hard, trying to hide his emotions behind his glasses.

Still hopelessly in love with you.

“Ever the bachelor,” he said with a tense smile. “You know me.”

You’d opened your mouth to respond, but Liam had appeared at your side, cutting you off. He handed you your beer and you’d smiled when he’d kissed you on the cheek. Matt’s attention dropped back down on the table, his jaw clenched yet again. This was going to be a long night, he could already tell.

Maybe he could find an excuse to head out early. Claim he wasn’t feeling well or something. There was something he was thinking about doing tonight, something he’d recently picked up. The thought of it was sounding better and better the lower Liam slid his hand down your back. And it’d certainly be a better outlet beating an asshole who truly deserved it than your boyfriend. Plus if Foggy wasn’t at the apartment, well, then it’d be all the easier for him to slip in and out. Though he really needed to focus on getting his own place soon so he could keep his nightly activities private. He certainly couldn’t tell either of you what he got up to in the evenings. Maybe he’d just use the excuse to Fog that he needed his own place to bring women back to without having to constantly worry about a roommate. He’d surely buy that line. He already thought he was often out sleeping around as it was.

For the next half hour, Matt quietly drank down his beer, barely adding much to the conversation unless you or Foggy had directly acknowledged him. Shortly after he’d finished his drink, he’d made up an excuse about a bad headache. Despite the boisterous round of protests from you and Foggy, he’d departed the bar and made his way back to the apartment. When he’d gotten there, he’d wasted no time quickly dressing in the all black outfit he kept hidden in the false bottom of his father’s steamer trunk at the foot of his bed. Pulling the fabric of a mask over the majority of his face, he slipped out of his bedroom window, landing on the fire escape almost soundlessly. And then he was off scouring the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, ready to loose the anger he’d kept inside of himself tonight on someone who truly deserved it.

[END NOTES--which are always on my AO3 fics and give more insight & I figured some of you might want it for this installment]

Reader has a boyfriend in here! And we find out Matt has had feelings for Reader long before that interaction at the library. And he's been repeatedly misinterpreting her body to think that it's Foggy she's reacting to instead of him (even if he's aware of the physical attraction she has to him), especially with the knowledge that she has feelings for a friend. Doesn't help that Elektra intentionally fed him lies to further push that idea into his mind. Not to mention, Reader does panic when Matt is about to kiss her on graduation night, and Matt completely misreads the reasoning behind her body's reaction. And these idiots both keep saying that they're each other's 'friend' repeatedly. Plus it probably doesn't help that Matt intentionally tries to ignore her body so he doesn't have to hear it reacting to Fog (when really its him). And clearly Reader is often misinterpreting Matt's reactions to things (and he's also hiding it).

There you have it folks. They're both hopelessly in love with each other and have been for years. But no one is opening their damn mouth. Now Reader is dating someone else.

Oh, and Matt is now becoming the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, if you didn't catch that. But Foggy thinks he's out sleeping around. And therefore Reader probably does, too.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock

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theshypinkflower · 4 days ago

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how would you think the btd cast + tpof would be parents in general? assume the child is theirs or like they willingly adopted

Oooooo a long answer. Sit down anon we’re gonna be here for while. (THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR TOO LONG SO HERE HAVE THE FIRST THREE DADS)

🔨Strade:

-Pretty sure it’s canon he’s good to kids

-He’s like the goofy dad that blares his old rock music when picking you up from school to embarrass you

-He’s all smiles and very light hearted

-He does know when to be strict, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary

-With a kid in the house though it’s hard to have victims, I mean when you’re young he can do a good job of keeping you out of the basement but as you get older he’s gotta find another place to get his energy out and film his videos

-If you turn out as sadistic as him he’d be so proud of you

-he makes SUCH good food too, he is a pro at working the grill

-he’s the dad who makes you hold the flashlight while he’s working on a car, you’d always be helping him with projects and what not

🦊Ren/Fox:

-huge nerd dad

-since you were born you’ve been watching anime, playing classic games, reading manga

-he’s a very affectionate dad, he always makes sure to tell you he loves you. He thought your little ears and tail (cmon ofc you’d be a hybrid) were so cute. Even if you are adopted he just has such baby fever, def adopted you as a baby.

-he shelters you quite a bit, he’s worried that you might meet someone like Strade when you finally move out and that terrifies him. No matter how many times hes said he loved strade.

-I see ren being a huge foodie, like hell read about restaurants with like picture worthy foods and he just knows he has to take you with him

-spoils you ROTTEN, his kid will never leave him if spoiled, right? They’ll wanna stick around! Plus your little trinkets and goodies make great distractions when he’s…filming. Plus I imagine as Ren gets older (more like Fox now) gifts are his way of apologizing. Fox is more emotionally distant than he was when he was younger, so saying sorry is a bit difficult.

🌿Lawerence:

-Look I know this question is under the guise of each character WANTING kids but I CANNOT see Lawerence genuinely wanting kids

-Kids are loud, messy, and obnoxious. Aka, eveyrthing Lawerence hates

-He is too terrified to even adopt a kid, he doesn’t see himself as responsible enough to care for a kid. Especially with his sadistic needs and the fact he’s constantly rotting

-He thinks bringing life into this world would be selfish of him (little does bro know he’s infertile)

-If you want kids I’m sorry but it’s a no go from Lawerence. You can have plant babies instead! (Cats and dogs are also out of the question. Sorry, no fur babies.)

(I do have HCs for Cain as a dad but they are more canon aligned with his ACTUAL kid, same goes for Akira. I already did Sano hcs as a parent, you just gotta look through my headcanon tag. I LOVED doing this hc btw, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GUYS ASK ME THINGS EHHEHEHEHEHEH)

#btd #boyfriend to death #headcanon #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #btd lawrence #tpof ren #fox tpof #tpof fox #btd strade #strade #btd ren #ren hana #🌸flower headcanons

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hetr0ph0bic · 2 years ago

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I got sumn!!! Y/n seduces and sleeps with riri and Shuri SEPARATELY and they figure it out while chatting in the lab and decide to teach her lesson ;) w/ smut obvi

our girl

tag : shuriri x reader warning :ropes? public hunching? coochie eating! fingering! Strapping! n more summary: yes porn, whats but u already knew tht wrd cnt :7.3k+

a/n okay so thxxxxxx for the req i had so much fun writing it! fr i luv u!!!!!!! title inspo -

oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"

riri walks in sync with ayo and aneka, the three of them in dire need of a fun night. they find themselves outside of a old ranned down club, the dim neon lights read ‘club usana’.

“ yall really wanna go in here? it look like a hole in the wall” riri points to the walls of the club.

“princess we wouldn't have you just anywhere, i promise its nice inside” ayo drags riri inside of the club aneka following behind. “we are going to dance, i know, i know you're not staying with us. don't make any stupid decisions! stay here and ring us if anything is wrong!” the couple scurries away. riri looks around the dark club, trying to find something or someone she knows. not finding a familiar face, she settles for the bar. riri steps up to the long bar leaning to the side, she rubs shoulders with you. riri looks you up and down, drinking your warm skin.

‘hm i knew this dress was the one’

“oh my bad- i didn't mean too” riri apologies swiftly. with a small smile you reach out to caress her arm.

“don't worry you're all good, and what might your name be”

riri answers with a soft pretty giggle, “riri, what's your pretty”

“ y/n, but it can be yours”

“ooh i see your slick with it”

chuckling “yeah i try to be, wanna drink then dance?” you nod over to the bartender tagging them down

“yeah, a lil drink can't hurt”

“can we get a lil whiskey on the rocks?” you then press your kimoyo beads to the top of the counter, successfully paying for the drinks.

“cheers!”

“to what though” riri questions

“a fun safe night!” you two down the burning drink, getting up to walk to the dance floor. the two of you find yourselves in a nice two step to the loud beat. but slowly that changes as you reach for riri hands. with nonverbal permission, you place them on your shoulders. a steady grind is unfolded, as you drag your hands from above her waist to riri’s hips. swinging your hands around to feel on riri’s ass, with a gasp the girl scooted closer. so close you can feel your cores meet. riri looks down, feeling the lower connection. the music blares on as a kompa style song comes to play. already knowing what to do, you mold riri’s body into the perfect shape. placing each other in the needed spot, you move her body into yours. making your cores and legs never leave each other. riri tips her head up to whisper in your ear.

“you know this song?” she fully relaxed in your arms, body flowing with the music.

“yeah it’s a classic” you rest her hands on your neck and place your hands back on her waist continuing to drive the dancing.

“what’s the name” she rests her head on your shoulder

“something going on by kaysha, it’s a bit old but it never gets old”

riri gets into the rhythm, you too being able to move your feet in a steady way. you lift riri’s head and hold onto her neck, she looks into your eyes as you move her body in tune with yours. both of your dresses ride up, but you do a good job at keeping them down. keeping the movement, you pull her bloody red dress down again for the 14th time in the few minutes. your fingers drape over her thigh, to squeeze the thigh.

“is this okay?”

“ mhmm yeah good” she mumbles out

you lift your hand from her thick thighs. placing a hand under her chin, she parts her lips letting air blow through them.

“can i do .. more” you rub your thumb across her bottom lip. nodding you both close the space. its nasty and hungry, the kiss. her lips are so fucking soft, like your kissing clouds nothing like-

‘stop, just enjoy the night’

the growing whines from riri causes you to rip your mouth from her

“we should stop right now, if not im going to fuck you right here.”

“well i think the bathroom is better.” she replies smugly, with a smirk you lead riri to the bathroom in a rush. smashing your lips together again now in the locked stall. smacks and groans fill up the empty room. you explore the girls mouth, tongue feeling everything possible. riri begins to control you and the kiss, licking on your and lips lower jaw. she slowly backs you up to the black stall divider, pushing you back to the wall,you break the kiss from the impact.

“please, fuck!” riri attacks your neck, littering in with nasty, sloppy marks. your pants echo throughout, lucky the bathroom is empty. attempting to utilize that emptiness, you eagerly pull up your dress to your chest. riri drops her knees to the floor wasting no time.

“please, i need you” you lift your heavy head to look at the other. riri looks up from the ground, eyes dark and filled with need. riri rubs her hands along your thighs pushing for legs apart.

“come on you're begging now open up your fucking legs” she takes her sweet time pealing your soaked panties from your oozy core.

lifting for hips with a cry she hurriedly pulls your soaked panties to the side. pushing her thumb inside your lips, she lets your juices soak the finger. pulling your panties to the side more she reaches up to circle your clit.

“fuck just take them off” you groan at her antics. using her strong shoulders you step out of the underwear, praying for her to continue. instead of continuing to tease you, riri dives head first. licking and sucking on your clit, prying her arms in between your legs, she forces your legs apart.

“keep your fucking legs open, fuck” she rocks her face up and down on your core. using her knees, she is able to bounce and keep your legs spread wide, allowing her all access. she moves down from your clit, to tease your hole. sucking on your red swollen clit she sticks a inch of her finger inside playing with the muscles of the entrance.

“stop fucking teasing and go all the way in ” you say through the deep waves of pleasure.

“only because you sound so nice”

riri goes for your clit again, sucking so hard. she strokes two fingers in between your lips, spit and slick covering them in an instant. riri thrust the two fingers inside of you, immediately creating scissoring motions with the digits. you arch your back, combing fingers in her hair as she jolts your body up. with her slamming and curving in you, riri finds a weak spot. repeatedly smashing, shoving against the soft tissue inside. your moans echo through the bathroom, a little lower than the blasting music, lucky.

“fuck, ri- im close” standing up on one leg you start to slam down to meet her movements

“ that’s it mama just like that” she snakes her hands up pinching your brown erect nipples

“ ri im cumming” riri applies a last bruising suck to your clit, your body quivering as your knees slowly gives out. she grabs you and pushes you up the wall again holding you as you ooze out, applying sloppy pecks to your red neck. seconds go by as you regain your energy.

swapping places, to deliver soft nibbles to her skin. from her neck to down her legs you scratch and bite. finally flopping on the tile you cup her wet heat, while kissing her thigh. looking up into riri’s low teary eyes, you begin to fondle with the black lacy underwear.

“ don't worry love, after that i promise you're gonna cum even harder, ill make sure of it” you end the promise with light kisses to her clothed pussy. you pull her underwear down pass her knees, helping her step out of them. roughly to grip riri’s leg and sliding in on your shoulder. looking at her core, seeing the slick ooze out and onto the outer lips and even down her thighs. licking your lips you lick up the limb, collecting wetness on your tongue.

staring into the other's eyes, “i knew you would taste like this, so fucking good”.

riri tosses her head back as you dive in, moving your head in a infinity motion. slick pools out as you, eat her with need. backing up you stand up to share the taste. riri jumps to kiss you, tasting her own glossy liquids she moans.

“i know i know” you slide down again to meet her heat face to face again. dipping your tongue inside her lips, licking a heavy pointed up and down, devouring her clit. her sweet moans gets louder, deeper. you place the same leg over your shoulder again. spreading her apart with your hands, you show the most attention to her clit wanting it to be swollen. showing no mercy, you give all undivided attention to the small nerve. standing on one leg the other around your neck she searches for some type of placement. riri can't reach above the stall to short, like a headboard. the other connecting wall is too far, the only choice, she rakes her hands through your hair. as you nibble and suck on the bundle riri gives you high pitch praises

“ fuck fuck yes god yes.” working your mouth lower to begin to tease her hole, she you begs add something in her.

“please i don't care, just do something, please i wanna cum hard like you said i would”. you finally give in, presenting her your tongue. she looks down as you slip inside. you start to fuck into her, face hitting her pussy. hands rubbing her clit and tongue fucking her senseless, she starts to unravel. as you slam your tongue in and out, you lock eyes with her, digging your nails in her thigh every time she looks away. her legs now showcasing red nail marks, she moans into her palm. a lousy attempt of snuffing the sounds. she silently screams as you thrust inside of her, body shaking as riri drags her nails up and down her body.

placing her other leg on your shoulders, you continue to ruin her. shaky moans getting caught in her throat, riri squeezes her thighs hard as she gasps and groans. riri’s small body quivers and becomes more broken, you can tell she is nearing the end. she trembles hard, unable to keep still for a split second. she starts rutting against for face, hands full of hair she begins fully face fucking you as you swirl with her dripping pussy.

“ don't stop, talk to it” riri pulls your hair as you hollow your cheeks, slurp on her clit. then pull it out of your mouth with a pop, repeating the action her pants reach a higher octave, chest expanding and contracting needing more air. you roll her pretty clit in your fingers, pushing her over the edge. she cums silently, mouth hung open, pussy pulsing, and convulsing to squirt. you continue fucking her on your tongue. rough hands pulling at your scalp, aiming to pull you off. failing to pull you off, riri begs and pleads “please please y/n no more i can't” ignoring her you continue to hollow your cheeks on her clit, she pushes against your face attempting to run. wrapping your hands around her thighs and holding tight she is forced to take the pleasure in over stimulation. seconds later riri is chanting again “y/n, y/n” as she comes. face and neck dripping with cum you slowly let her down from your lifted shoulders. still holding her riri takes deep long strides of air. after a few finally riri cools down, now sitting down on the sink, she recovers.

“you good ri?” you grab your belongings. you also grab and put the other things in her own purse. reaching for riri’s phone you type in your number, she is still seated on the sink.

“yeah im good, you put your number in the phone?” you two stand in the mirror fixing your dresses, hair and face.

“yeah well you got my number call me if you need anything” opening the phone you check the time “ its like 3 and i gotta be up in the morning, ill see you around” with a wave you walk out from the bathroom heading home. riri begins rinsing out her mouth and washing off her face. she drags herself out of the bathroom, going to the bar to find the dora lovers.

“ready to go ms. riri”

“yeah gotta be up tomorrow”

days latter

you feel the yellow pool concrete under your feet as you find an unoccupied mini jacuzzi at the packed party. summer time in wakanda is the place to be, the heat, the music, the food, everything is like a true dream. you settle in the mini jacuzzi calling over a waiter. they show up in a pink patterned bikini.

“what can i get you” the young girl questions

“do yall got a fruit platter, and a few water bottles” you look up to her blocking out the setting sun with your hands

“yeah i got you, anything else?” she finishes tapping the order on the tablet.

“nah that’ll be it thanks”

after a few minutes you feel a presence behind you, thinking its the waiter again you stand up in the water. but its not, in fact the last person you would expect here. the black panther, queen of wakanda

“umm sorry to bother you it’s just all of the mini jacuzzis are all full. can i join you, it’s just me.” shuri looks down on you from outside the water

“oh nah join i don't mind”, looking around you all of the other mini water heaters are full. each and every single one. each circle is able to fit five people, and even then it's about 10 in each. so it's a mystery how you had this all alone to yourself.

“oh i never got your name” shuri ask setting down all her belongings

“it’s y/n” you take the time to get a good look at the royal, it’s rare for her to be out like this. she sports a black cutout bikini with golden rings to hold the top and two bottom sides together. along with that, she has opaque cover up. shuri has a gorgeous dainty black pendent on, you can bet money that is just her suit.

“oh that’s really pretty” she smiles, sinking into the water

“not to be rude or anything but where are the doras don't they watch over you?” you honestly wonder

“nah your good, but i don't need to be babysat, i am the best fighter of the county remember.” you feel your skin get hot at the thought.

“oh yeah your right’’ you chuckle “i have some fruit and water coming over here you can have some when it arrives”

“okay thanks”

sitting under the water, afro beats blasting around them

“so what's it like being the queen and stuff”

shuri breathes out, “well hard” she chuckles

“everyone expects you to be here and there, and they don't ever let me rest. and still having to mourn and work…. its a lot.” they take about any and everything

“yeah i completely understand, well not to your extent obviously but i know what pressure feels like. from everyone around you and even people you don't even know.”

“but it is better since i am here today, getting a break.”

“if you ever need someone to help you relax call me” you say as you put a strawberry in your mouth.

“ i know i just met you but i feel like, i could tell you anything or just be natural with you.” you place your hand on shuri’s lap. not moving your hand you look into her eyes.

“oh umm sorry im sorry” you move to create a bit space

“nah your good”, shuri grabs your hand examining it.

“your nails are so pretty, but why are the two middle ones short?”

“oh umm”, you look up the meet her eyes “well, its so i dont hurt (your) walls with long nails”

dropping your hand she backs up against the wall, a red warming seeping into her skin.

“oh oh okay”, you can still see her stare at your hands

“my queen are you okay?”

she breathes out “yeah im fine, i just wasn't expecting that”

“oh im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable”, shuri shakes her head, arguing.

you reach for a piece of fruit “ so who said your life is are pressure and deadlines, what do you do?” the royal scoots back over from hugging the wall.

“i run a clothing company, i do literally… everything. i make the clothes, i do the accounting and managing of every little fucking aspect. im actual wearing me right now.”

“ whaaaa, how do you make time you anything? it has to take up your life!?”

“yeah i does even caused relationships to fail, well not really but it did at the same time”

“oh im sorry” shuri gives a sincere look

“don't sweat, its fuck her alllll the way”

“ wait, what happened?”

“lets just say she was controlling as fuck. i couldn't do anything without her aproval. partying, clubbing, working, eating, clothing it all had to be on her terms and the sex was lousy at best! most definitely toxic”

“damn, well so im glad you’re away from that. no human should be on those restrictions”.

“yeah me too, i’ve been single for a little over a month and im just now getting back outside, and just enjoying life.” you both reach for a fruit, hands grazing. with a smile “open up”.

shuri obeys opening her mouth wide you place the pineapple in. slowly itching your piece watching her closely, she finishes the piece.

“want another”, she nods her head. “shuri you have to use your words” you reach for the slice.

“ i want it.”

you put the smaller piece in her mouth again, letting your fingers swipe her tongue. pointing to the fruit, “you want something else” she nods her head again. “uh uh words” she quickly finishes the fruit

“yeah something else”

“oh really, what do you want” moving closer you stroke your hand from her neck to the middle of her breast, dropping your hand into the water playing with the golden ring that ties the black bottoms together.

“ please, just do it” she begs in a hushed tone

“do what my queen” you whisper in her ear

“fuck, just put your fingers in me” shuri breathes slow, finally letting her orbs lock with yours.

“ i don’t know” you scan around the area. the surrounding groups are drunk, high or smoking and pouring bottles of dark liquor down each other’s throats.

“okay fine- but don’t make a fucking sound, eat the fruit and act like i’m not touching you. if you gain any attention, i will stop.”

“ yes okay got it”, she grabs the platter of fruits and places them in the water. the tray is able to float on its own. shuri holds the tray with one arm fully covering her lap. you dip your hand into the royals bathing suit. instantly met with soft skin. quickly, you move your hand down to her core.

“i’m gonna push in okay” you search for doubt or question in the panther's eyes

“yeah okay” with one finger you drive in and out and a easy speed not trying to splash all the water. “ put the other one in” she whispers in your ear, she turns to grab your phone. needing something to distract her. as you add the second finger, she clenches around you. you start to curl your fingers back in forth hitting a spot in shuri. she opens her mouth to moan but quickly closes it. you look down at the royal and see her clenching your phone, “put it down before you fucking break it” with low breathy moans she manages a sentence. barely. “shut up… your fucking me like this and got the-” you cut her off with your same hand. rubbing circles on her clit, side to side with the pads of your thumb. shuri tosses the phone on to the concrete. grabbing handfuls of fruit, stuffing them in her mouth she then moans. not loud but something for her to feel release. shuri body shudders as you work your fingers in her. she clings to your shoulder, egging you on.

“please don't stop feels too good” you curve your fingers harder rocking her body in the deep water. shuri voice cracks as you rock her, entranced with you and your fingers.

you focus on scissoring her, taken in by the squelching sounds from the water, you sit and watch as the royal looses her fucking mind.

“come here” shuri pushes against your hands, letting her hand slip free from the tray. she creates small splashes in the now dark water. shuri leans far back into the wall, doing anything to buck from the intense pleasure.

soon she feeds into the thrusts, turning her head to make her pants fall on your shoulder. shuri’s cries get louder, her hands continuously ranking up and down her body. nails scratching her own body “ oh shuri” you singsong “mmmm” she answers. you smile at her while curving your fingers to touch that point that know will make her see stars “ be quiet love” pressing deep into her. shuri gnaws at her lips, trying to drown out her cries and sobs. taking your free hand from her leg, you rake your fingers through shuri soft curls. you pull her hair hard, her back in a sinful arch. through closed tight lips she mumbles “ y/n im- im cumming”.

“ i know i know just ride it out” pushing the platter of fruit to her right hand she digs she sharp nails into your thigh. shuri fights to keep her eyes from rolling back. not wanting a soul so look over and see what’s going on. you place her on one leg still fucking her. with a hand you rub circles into her back. “thats it, just like that, so good, no one noticed, you did so good” after shuri comes down she slips off your thigh and you slip your hand out.

“hey you with me” you rub your hand up and down her neck.

“yeah im here” shuri scoots off your lap, to your side. placing a hand close to your core.

“this okay right” shuri questions looking for conformation.

“ don't worry love, im good”

“are you sure i don't mind, i promise”

“no no im sure you already did a number on me. remember im here for you, to relax, im good right now”.

you and shuri spend the rest of the night there, till the people start to file out.

“this was fun ill keep in touch” shuri says as you use a towel to dry your body off. grabbing your black tote bag, you head off home. stepping off the train, using your beads to unlock the front door. you walk into your apartment. in much need of a shower, shuffle into your bathroom. slipping out of the wet bathing suit is hell but you somehow get it off. hopping into the warm shower, soap running over your body. you can't but think about the past few weeks. a wonderful booming business, getting out of a terrible relationship. god that alone is a fucking blessing. its so good being single, being able to make your own decisions, no one asking for your where about every two seconds. questioning you on cheating, dictating what to eat, wear, and how to fucking act.

walking into the kitchen, in search of food. opening up the fridge and every fucking cabinet, you settle of pizza. using your beads you order the food, waiting for it to get here you clean up the house. but shit two back to back, riri and the queen

what. the. fuck.

how the fuck was that even possible. drying off you grab a big old shirt from the closet. dirty clothes, dishes, laundry, by the time you finish the food is here. you scarf down the food and head to bed. waking up in the weighted blood-red covers. you start up on the new clothing orders.

1 week later,

“so ri hows life been treating you”

“wow so thats code for im noisy tell me all your business”

the two sit in the small lab in their connected room. blueprints and oil spread all around the many tables. they both have been in here since the crack of dawn, so cans of energy drinks are pilled up in the trash can.

“well if you wanna be rude about it, come on its been so long since we spilled dirty secrets” shuri pauses walking over to riri on the floor. “and i have news alsoooo” she drags out.

“wait you have news, okay you start first” riri wipes the oil from her hands, giving the oder her attention.

“what? no! you're just gonna have me tell everything, while you keep it on the low.” shuri points her finger accusingly

“ i promise i wont” shuri gives the engineer a look of ‘stop lying’ “ i promise for real for real.”

“okay so i’ve been doing good, you know i pulled back from working as much as i do. well passing little shit off to m’baku. he likes to feel important so i give im all the annoying work that really doesn’t call for me.”

“ okay good, good… what have you been doing with all your time then”

“ well duhh i’ve been with you. i when out to a pool party and honestly i just sleep the rest of the time away.but the thing is the pool party that’s the thing.” the royal goes quite finding it hard to find the right words. “ i don’t even know how to say what happened” shuri hides her face in her hands

“ just spit it out”

“ riri give me time im not like you dang!”

“ what you mean not like me”

“ you have no problem being unfiltered and i cant do that”

riri shakes her head finding the truth in the statement “ okay so what did you kiss a girl?”

“... no”

“ what grind on?”

“ noo… worst” her voice gets higher

“omg did you, fuck a girl???”

“ wellll she did the fucking”

“WHAT” riri jumps up yelling. settling back down on the floor , “you did what. stop. wait. what. i want every fucking detail! don't you DARE leave a single thing out. was this at the pool party? bitch, i knew i should’ve gone with you. fuck, but you wanted me to do my homework! yeah i bet so you can get your fucking rocks off. what’s her name? omg okay go imma shut up. go… go.” riri holds her hands over her mouth

“okay so a pool party, downtown by the shops”

“ yeah and everything”

“ right so its a real nice pool over there, its sections for kids and adults inside. its from like dawn to dusk. okay so it was my off day right. so i went there to have a little fun, a nice day by myself, cool. so i get there and i me this girl-”

“pause what was the fits, yours and hers? do you have pics?”

shuri rolls her eyes at the interruption “ i sent you a photo of it the black bathing suit with the rings”

“the one with yo tetas out! oh my good, your a whore! continue!”

“okay and she was wearing a nude bathing suit, god she was so fucking fine. anyway so i walk up to her and ask to sit and she was okay with it.then we started talking about work in stuff and she tells me that i can call on her to chill or relax because she has a demanding job also. oh i almost forgot so like i knew it was gonna happen when i asked about her nails.”

“color and length”

“ pink but they blended into her skin like perfectly, but the two middle ones were short so i asked why”

“ you asked her why her… two middle nails was short…. wow clueless gay!”

“ anyway, she told me why and like okay so she started to FEED me. then im like hot i ready she was super good. and she keep asking me if everything was okay and you know meee.” they crackle at shuri’s antics.

“so anyway she fingered me in the mini jacuzzi” riri mouth is agape, lost, she is stuck for a while. “wait what happened again” clearly just imagining that.

“ she fingered me, in the jacuzzi, in front of others. ri i had to not moan and i covered me up with the fucking. fruit. tray.”

“no your a liar” riri stand up pacing. “ this cant be true, its shuri miss stand-off, miss cold shoulder. no way what’s her name, did you even get her fucking name” riri now kneeling in front of the royal.

“yeah it was y/n” she plops down on the floor messy floor.

“ what, y/n, is she brown with dark eyes and long braids.”

“ wait you know her”

“um yeah we did it in the bathroom and club usana”

“HUH”

“shuri we ate each other in the fucking bathroom” “so she smashed both of us.. ion like that”

“ she said she just got out of a shitty and i mean shitty relationship-”

“ and she getting pussy like that damn. you think she down for threesomes”

“ ri! have you no shame!”

“ i don't get it i like her, i like you, you like me, and you like her why not. plus i dont like the fact that she smashed both of us”

“ oh no, i know that look. she might not even be into that!”

“into what, what look are you taking about” riri yells back

“the look where your horny and angry, you probably wanna punish her or something”

seconds pass and they both are quite

“i dont give a fuck, send for her as the queen. we ask her with full consent, if she agrees we have fun” with that riri leaves shuri in her side on the room.

the loud sewing machine noise filters through the entire house. clothes scatter the office space, but luckily all the orders for today have been made. you clip the hanging thread from the dress as you hear a knock on the door. running to the door, you place your hand on the keypad to unlock it. the door swings open and you're faced with general okoye.

“ oh! general, is everything okay? ” she gives you a warm smile

“yes, the queen calls for you.” looking down at your clothes, you know you have to change. blue penguins pajamas and dino house shoes aren't appropriate.

after swiftly cleaning up you change into a basic workout two piece. then you and the soldier are off. walking into the palace doors, okoye leads you to an empty room with a sleek white triangle table in the middle. the door shutting is the only reason you know you’ve been left alone. walking up to the table you sit, now spotting a clear chair and small folder.

the papers inside read:

‘ hello y/n i’ve called to you like this because i want no form of intimidation. you're here because me and riri ( the girl from club usana ) would like to invite you into our bedroom. if you are not comfortable with this you can put down the papers and walk out, okoye will take you home safely. at anytime you feel uncomfortable, you are allowed to leave. if you are interested, read our and list your intimacy boundaries. on the bottom lines, if you need to express anything, you can write it all there. once done, place the folder in the slot on the wall. you can then explore the palace after that.’ taking up the pen you get to writing.

the two others watches from a camera.

“ well she didn’t walk out that’s a plus” shuri sits on riri’s bed tablet in her hand.

“ zoom in! i wanna see what she’s writing” riri bumps shoulders with shuri.

“wow aren’t you eager, wasn’t this excited when we did it.” shuri tosses riri the tablet.

“oh my bad i was too busy fearing for my fucking life.”

“which was your fault by the way. trying to prove old white people wrong, about to get yourself killed.”

“ and i was excited, lame, im just cool so you didn’t peep it ” riri says zooming on the paper

“ okay so she likes….”

“breath in and out, at anytime you wanna stop say red.”

you feel the two grip your hand, walking you up to something hard. the left hand tugs at your wrist, making you tip over. yelping as you fall over, your face hits something so soft.

‘it’s just the bed’

the same hand that tugged you pulls again, you start to crawl. on your hands and knees you make your way up the bed. slender hands make their way across your torso, flipping you on your back. immediately your arms are pulled up and part, you then feel something cold. crisp handcuffs are tightened around your wrist. you hear their footsteps and warm leave from around you. shuri and riri didn’t show you around the room again, only blindfolding you and cuffing you to the bed. hell you were even still clothed in your sleeping clothes from this morning, days after you signed and went over the papers with them. sounds on smacking pulls you from your thoughts.

“ahh” you scramble to sit up, back flushed with the headboard. squishing sounds come after, almost like a bottle?

its lube, fuck i wanna see

it goes silent, then soft pants barley detectable. as the time goes by the squelching gets louder and louder. unable to tell the moans apart you grown restless.

“okay im ready put it in” riri pants out

‘so its shuri strapping riri fuck’

“fuck look back at me” shuri’s voice has gone low, deeper

“yeah just like that baby”, clapping sounds gradually build up. your core as been pulsing ever since they tied you up. mixed with the moaning, you can feel your panties wet and cold on your warm pussy. you slide to the side, trying use your propped up hand. with avail, you can’t reach the blindfold. sliding down the bed, you can bring your shoulders and upper arm to your face. using all your strength, you slowly work the tight cover off.

“fuck harder shuri, harder” riri demands. soon as the order leaves her mouth, deep sinful moans fill the room. finally sliding it down your face you can see the two. mirrors placed at each of their heads, clothes throw by the foot of the bed. shuri and riri have the most sinful arch in their backs, you could go and sit a cup on it. legs locked and intertwined, they fuck themselves from the back. a clear double-sided dildo, you can see their insides from the angle. closing your legs, shut tight. water blurs your vision, voice fully of desperation “ please, i-”

“shut. up.” riri seethes through her teeth pausing on shuri.

shuri’s broken voice cuts through “don’t stop” riri begins again, slamming back meeting shuri’s movements “ri maybe she can join now?” shuri look over to you sorry all on her face.

“what fuck no, we just started. don’t look or talk to her she’s just gonna persuade you to let her go.” riri turns her head from the mirror to look at you on the bed “slick with your words huh? shuri she’s a business person, her job is to fucking talk and trick people. she can get released once we cum and only if she’s good.” so you take it, quite as your body shakes with need. yearning to be with the two on the floor. shuri lies face down, turning her head towards you. she latches orbs, taking her hand to rub circles on her clit. rubbing till she creams with a scream. moaning shuri slips off of the toy. manhandling riri, so she’s on her back, legs behind her head. shuri works the toy deep in the small girl, taking her time. you can tell she enjoys watching riri lose her assertive demeanor.

“fuck, fuck- umm please! please shuri, harder” riri cries out

“y/n ri so wet just for us” shuri starts to thumb her clit. “awww your already swollen” riri shakes her head frantically. shuri replaces her thumbs with her lips. kissing, lapping at the poor girl.

“s-stop”

“uhh uhh take it” shuri mumbles while eating “im never gone stop” riri’s leg glitch as they tense behind her head. shots of slick and cum shoots up into the air, landing all over the room. manly on shuri’s face since she dove back in once the spraying first started.

“fuck shuri hold her legs down! shes to strong.” shuri grips your legs forcing them to stay part. she drives the special made strap deep inside of you. your skin and brain are on fucking fire. riri works you with a vibrator on your puffy clit. it wasn't supposed to go like this. fuck, your body is shaking the table. you want to touch them so bad, but the tight ruff ropes prevent you from moving.

“fuck mmmmm” you twist your head into the side of your arm trying to keep your moans down. what if someone hears you, or look up or just fucking sees you.

‘why the fuck are they fucking you on the patio?? in broad fucking daylight??’

“ fuck i can’t i can’t.”

“oh now you can't, but you can do a lot of other things. you can fuck me in front of hundreds of people without a fucking care. you can fuck riri in bathroom stalls, but you can take this.” “pathetic.” riri adds on to shuri’s rant

“right, tell me y/n does is feel good.” riri takes her fingers to open your lips spreading them apart. “look at her shuri, so fucking pretty. so pink and fat”

shuri grabs unto your hips bucking up into you, hitting a spot that makes you scream.

“don’t stop! shuri, just like that baby. yes.” you look up at riri, with tearful eyes “ri kiss me please please” “awww okay baby” riri leans down to place her lips on yours. a soft sweet kiss the total opposite of the sensations she's causing to the rest of your body. riri keeps one hand at the bottom, holding the vibrator to your clit. she throws one leg over your waist now straddling you. she places her dripping pussy on the vibrator opposite side of you. as she bites your sensitive bottom lip, she rocks back and forth on the toy. causing you pure ecstasy, the toy mixing the wetness from both of you.

“fuck just like that ri” shuri speaks up hands traveling up your legs. reaching your thigh, she pulls you both down the table near the edge. holding your thighs, she drives in and out at a nasty pace. a loud clapping sound comes as she hits your body with hers. waves making you and riri rock on the table with each hit. the pressure of your body builds up, the two making you spill over.

“ that’s it don’t stop don’t stop” your pussy pulses, squirting all over the three of you.

“ alright that's it love” shuri begins to pull out.

“ what no don’t stop! matter a fact-.” riri pushes shuri all the way out and grips your hair.

“you think that’s fucking funny”, her eyes low and black, she stands you up on your knees. seating herself in front of you, she then lays back legs spread open.

“ well start eating”, you scoff in disbelief “who do you think you-” but shuri pushes your back in, molding you with your ass up and face down. she slips back in and continues fucking you till you see stars. your face lays on riri’s open pussy, moaning and slobbing on it as you're fucked into oblivion. shuri pounds you from the back. her hand twirls your hair around her palm. once wrapped around two times, she pulls you up.

“didn’t she fucking tell you to eat”,

“mmmhmmm”

“so fucking do it”. as shuri ease you down to meet riri you slip your hands under her brown soft thighs. opening your mouth you let a long line of spit leak out onto her lips. as your body rocks with force, you see how her lips glisten with spit and her own wetness. looking up into the smaller pretty eyes “riri its so fucking pretty, so pink, so perfect for me” riri throws her head back with a deep moan. you take that as a clue to get going. you begin by licking a long strip from her hole to her clit. lifting up her hood to lick fast over the small hole. ri’s legs shake in your arms “fuck y/n keep going” so you do fully sucking on her cilt hard, rocking your face side to side covering your face in her juices.

“yeah more more”, just like before you kiss your way down to her hole. sticking your tongue inside, you struggle as you try to find the correct rhythm with shuri drilling you behind. going out on a whim, you fuck back on the special made strap. shuri gasps from the interruption, taking advantage of the open window you fuck down on the strap tongue still inside riri. soon shuri joins, finding the opening too. three different tones of moans leave the patio.

“good girl, keep going don’t stop yeah just like that keep fucking her just. like. that” shuri lands hits to your ass cheeks. you can feel your energy and willpower slipping away, tapping riri’s thighs “want you ride”.

“huh” she picks her head up, tilted it in confusion.

“ ri ride my face” finally understanding, riri scrambles up. matching your same position, she backs her ass up to your face. lining up and slipping in all by herself, using her knees riri rocks back on your tongue. as you place your hands on her thighs, slamming her back down harder. she looses her mind. as riri whines and shivers around you, you hear and realize shuri is close also. the thrust are uneven and sloppy. the burning skin from her digging her sharp ass nails in your skin. the high pitch drag out moans aren't unnoticed. creeping a hand to rub riri’s clit, you lock your legs around shuri. destined to make them both come hard, moaning on riri and squeezing the strap from inside sends them over the edge. shuri coming inside you and riri coming on you. feeling shuri’s cum inside you and riri’s lovely pleas makes your eyes roll back. slipping out of riri and off the toy, your body slumps down, trembling as you continue to release.

okay thts im tired and i know this is trash!!!! any typos? u didn't see shit goodnight

I SUCK I WRITING SO GIVE TIPS ON SHIT THAT SUCKED FRFR

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omiiomiaaus · 2 years ago

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Toji’s music taste

headcanons

Headcanons on what songs or music i think toji would like but it’s really just what i like bc i’m lazy and don’t wanna look up new songs.

warnings: none??? some mentions of sex but no details, not proofread, literally none??

☆ Just gotta say one thing… this man was in his prime life in the 2000s…. He was listening to songs that are older than me 🥸

☆ okay Megumi canonically listens to weezer so i think he got some of his music taste from Toji. (i think almost everyone that develops a liking for rock gets it from childhood roadtrips with their dad)

☆ Toji only plays his music in the car.. he can’t stand the radio. …100% played buddy holly and meg picked up on it

☆ it’s mostly alternative and rock with the occasional hip/hop songs but he doesn’t really like new music, he’s an oldie after all

☆ he definitely listens to Coldplay oh my god i think that would probably be one of his favorite bands bc their songs are soft and helps him fall asleep (literally me)

☆ his favorite coldplay song is clocks bc he’s a little basic but it’s the most classic song like??

☆ he taps to the beat of any song on the steering wheel and only mouths the lyrics bc he doesn’t like his singing voice.

☆Toji and deftones >>>>>>> he definitely went to their concerts (his favorite songs are birthmark and rosemary)

☆ Is the type to act surprised when a good song comes on and put the volume on blast while saying “Oh shit” even though it’s his own playlists

☆ his gym playlist consists of heavy metal or rock songs that get him in the mood to use all his strength. (and some phonk songs bc he likes to pretend he’s in a movie but he’d never admit that.) so a lot of Metallica, Type O negative, Pantera, and Slipknot

☆ I GET MAJOR TOJI VIBES WHEN I LISTEN TO ‘I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU’ BY THREE DAYS GRACE!!!!!!!

☆ as for hip/hop he likes in da club by 50 cent and and without me by Eminem. those real 2000s vibe songs. none of the new stuff. He actually really does like Eminem.

☆ like??? 3am by Eminem just sounds like him… real villain shit

☆ he also really likes outcast. so fresh so clean is his songgggg. He holds his fist up like a fake mic and says “don’t you think i’m so sexy i’m just so fresh so clean” then holds it up to your lips for you to say “so fresh and so clean clean” and he won’t move his hand until you say it. also quotes “the coolest motherfuckers on the planet” randomly.

☆ he prefers r&b songs for his sex playlist. slow and sensual songs. and one joke song that he plays Russian roulette with when he presses shuffle. It absolutely kills your mood but he laughs his ass off when you’re in the middle of fucking and all of a sudden the speakers are blaring “you get the limo out front… hottest styles, every shoe, every color.”

☆ This mf got a Hanna Montana song from your nostalgia playlist and thought it would be funny to include in the sex playlist…

☆ Okay Toji is the type of guy to not play music in the shower bc he’s a psycho and just takes 3 minute showers (we all know he doesn’t wanna rack up that water bill) BUT when he does.. it’s a quick playlist filled with songs he doesn’t really like so he can hurry up and get out.

☆ Okay the songs I feel like he’d actually listen to are way different than songs for the vibes he gives off…

☆ He gives off major ‘she knows’ vibes by Ne-Yo, and it’s because of that one edit on tiktok… lord bless those editors for taking two second clips of Toji and making it something so scrumptious

☆ ‘monster’ by lady Gaga is another vibe bc “he ate my heart” that part reminds me of him for some reason… he can eat more than just my heart :)))))))

☆ also ‘lights down low’ by maejor and ‘no hands’ by waka flocka.. literally frat boy vibes but its so fanon him right???

☆ any phonk song reminds me of him because tell me he wouldn’t listen to that shit just to get in the zone????

☆ the lost soul down (specifically the sped up version) is just so himmmmmm <33… again it’s probably because of all the edits but still!!

☆ shine dreams (also the sped up version) idk who it’s by there’s so many versions lol but just any song like that >>>

☆ I also think of him when I listen to ‘level7’ by OSAKA… idk something about it…

That’s all I have for now :)

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missmarveledsblog · 14 days ago

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Oh boy ( Dean Winchester x Reader) part two

Summary : y/n still reeling in the events of the day calling the one person , she knows that can help , while dean needs answers only it never that easy in the life of a hunter when guests begin to arrive

warning : fun fluffy angsty times ft some cryptids and family , what life without a little arson thrown in there too

previously on Oh boy

Standing on the porch , her house secluded like most around , she was high alert looking out the windows and surrounding , the once safe space didn’t feel so safe. Putting the keys into the lock knowing it was too dangerous to stay there but nowhere to go with only one person she knew she could rely on when it came to this and keeping Mikey protected . reasoning with herself that she didn’t break the promise to keep him away , another part of her knowing she could never keep him away , but one thing she was adamant on was not raising him like she was . where every day was a mission instead of a day to live and take in the world around them even if that world could be hell on earth but it had its nice parts . Another thing was she never noticed or chose not to see how much mikey looked like him , the little carbon copy of the man she tried so hard to forget the same sandy blonde hair and those piercing green eyes . she silently wondered if mannerisms matched , taste or stuff like that were the same but giving what she knew now maybe it was even more for the best that he stayed away . Kicking herself for the one man she had one night stand with was a hunter too. That much was clear and the fake name sort made sense ( didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off at the fact) . pulling her phone out hovering over the contact she finally hit the button

“ hey i need you “ she steadied her breathe but it was no use today was close call to much of a close call to ignore .

It wasn’t possible , it couldn’t be possible and yet it was . pacing the room thinking back to that night , the way he introduced himself , the flirting and the night she was under him and now here he was back and she was still here but now he was here too . trying to convince himself it wasn’t what it looked like that, that it couldn’t be what it looked like . yet the kid looked like him even he could see that much but stuff like that can happen right?

“Maybe ask her instead of torturing yourself “ sam voice called.

“ but we used something i’m sure of it” he stood now trying to think if they did or didn’t.

“ not always fool proof “

“ Well that much is clear genius “ he scoffed, ready to grab his coat as well as a piece of paper with her address that michelle gave sam under the guise of needing to ask y/n what she saw or what mikey saw. hated to say how much Sam was right he needed to know , what he did with the knowledge was still so unclear but he couldn't just ignore the fact that this could be his child.

“ Be nice and don't lose it …forget it im coming “ sam stood knowing it was a mess , but this was his brothers mess albeit support and someone to be impartial would help . The drive was quiet, not even the sounds of 80s classic rock was blaring from the speakers , eyes watching the road and everything around it . pulling up night dark and the night air blowing through the trees . the little house filled with light and sounds of a gun clicking .

“woah annie oakley it just us” dean called hands raise .

“ yeah i don't think that gonna get her put the gun down … we , he just wants to talk” sam called voice of reason when the gun lowered and soft sigh out of her mouth nodding for them to coming in watching around before closing the door .

“ mikey just gone to to sleep so voices down” she warned heading off letting them follow . deans eyes looking picture all along the narrow hallway . various stages of the little boy's life big bright smiles on his face .

“ Ask “ she looked up knowing it was on tip of his tongue ready to spill from his lips .

“ well … you know “ he looked around never thinking this was conversation he was in his life . “ is he mine ? like you sure he's not… like some other guys right” .

“ yes he's yours and contrary to the situation i don't sleep with guys i meet at the bar” she hissed feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment or anger maybe both at the insinuating remark. “ look you can do dna if you want but i've no reason to lie to you , i'm not asking you for anything either “ she stood , she had speech ready for when this day would come and yet words she had memorized vanished , hidden in some corner of her mind not willing to be know.

“ Why didn't you track me down ? , you should have told me “ his own tempter starting to flare.

“ i did only to be met with an 80 retired FBI agent that didn't know his ass from his elbow , how can i track you down when i don't even know your name … god how fucking bad is that “ she laughed dryly .

“dean my name dean” he said a lot cooler knowing he was more to blame than she was.

“ I'm Sam by the way , I know I said it earlier … you ok “ he asked only for her to burst out laughing.

It wasn't a laugh that she found it funny no she felt like she was losing her mind , of course it would be , she knew them not personally clearly but she knew of the brothers only for the sequence of knock to make her stand and rush to the door .

“ How the hell did you get here so fast “ her voice sounded surprised , impressed and confused .

“ Well I'll explain it later this …” that voice that made his eye widen more and both brothers to look at each other and to the door .

“ what you two are doing in my nieces house“ there stood bobby singer .

“ oh come on “ dean almost yelled looking up at the ceiling .

“Oh boy “ sam winced .

The silence was deafening , awkward tension, each wanting to talk and not finding the words . all emotions flying around in a situation none of them could see coming . Yet now to bobby it all made sense from mikey to the fake agent kicking himself for not putting the piece together a lot sooner.

“ Why is everyone so quiet “ cas finally looked around.

“ Because dean knocked up my niece” Bobby gritted as the two cringed and Sam was wondering if there was popcorn available . “ You realise she is only twenty six right ? “ he glared at the man .

“ So she was ..oh dean what the hell man “ sam grimaced .

“ barely just barely turned twenty one “ Bobby hissed.

she went to defend it but the sound of her laugh , one she wasn't letting out of her own mouth could be heard out back . then the screams following as she got up not caring what it was as she ran down the hall almost falling over as she ran into the room to see Mikey was always running towards her , he wasn’t the only thing as it broke through the boys bedroom window and charge as she pulled him out and slammed the door . holding it with all her strength while it was pulling it over.

“ Cas take Mikey to our motel room “ was all Sam said before she watched the two instantly gone .

“ MOVE” dean appeared in front of her with her shot gun as she drop to the ground the sound of the blast and the creature to scream as she crawl scamper to her feet running to the kitchen as she grab the aerosol spray and lighter off the counter before running back to the door shoving the brother out of the way as she began spraying and lifting the light in a makeshift blowtorch as it went up in flames crashing around the room before falling out the window,

“ WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” bobby yelled .

“ Wendigo, “ the three said in unison .

“ Where is my son , what is he” she poked sam in the chest .

“ Cas is an angel , mikey is safe back in our motel maybe be safer if you got room too” sam winced .

“ he’s not wrong , that tracked you down “ dean opened the door as she stormed past taking the shot gun .

“ it’s still alive” she huffed seeing the tracks heading back to the woods and the smell of burnt rotten flesh in the air . “Take Bobby to mikey i need to pack up “ storming past the men .

“ i’ll stay with her “ dean shook his head handing sam the key , “ be careful” he added.

“ We'll be fine “ bobby wave him away.

“ he meant with baby “ sam rolled his eyes as they headed off.

She barely even wanted to think of anything, only a slight relief that Mikey was safe or that she had to convince herself he was but Bobby wouldn’t let harm come to him . in a big joke that life held just for her , she get pregnant by a Winchester and seriously regretted the bliss of thinking it was a low life scammer and now she was being hunted down by a wendigo that had said brothers in town in the first place . it was an ironic fucking mess and it was her life because of course it was . grabbing the suitcases she headed to Mikey room first grabbing his clothes and thing that she deemed most important as dean stood at the door .

“ those three draws just throw em in “ she threw him a case before going around the house grabbing more irreplaceable things as well as some clothes for herself. She trying not let the tears fall down her cheeks pulling trying to decided what to take with her , grabbing the gun from the safe as she watched her surrounding bring it out to her car before heading back into the house. Five trips between them as she grabbed an ex heading into her bed room she began smash the bottom of her closet as he watched seeing one big huge luggage case hidden . watching as she struggled to carry it rolling his eyes before grabbing the handle feeling the weight of the thing.

“ you got a dead body in this thing” he grunted pulling it with her .

“ no but it can make one “ he could have sworn he saw her wink which honestly didn’t ease any kind of tension before she ran back into the house and coming out with a tox box on wheels a purchase she was definitely thankful for now as she threw it into the back of her car.

“ You go start the car” she handed him her keys .

“ don’t you wanna lock up? “ he asked . Without a reply or words she grabbed the canister out of the bush and threw it in the house along with what he could make out was a burning roll of toilet paper.

“ GO “ She yelled, jumping into the car .

“ What the hell you doing “ he looked back at the burning house.

“ We don't have time to explain now, go “ she snapped as hit the gas, watching her house up in flames along with the hope she finally had a home .

The roads bare as the two drove her eye watching the tree almost checking for movement. Luckily for her the town wasn’t filled with many of them for something of its caliber to move incognito but she knew she was gonna have to get Mikey out of here as soon as possible .

“ Now you wanna tell me what hell that was?” he asked .

“ burn the place so it can’t use our home or try to get our scent from anything in there and nothing else can come from it too “ she explained in a way it made sense but it didn't make it less nuts .

“ sooo what's in the big case?” .

“guns , ammo , katana, you know the essentials”.

“Where are you gonna go? “

“ I don't know but I'll figure it out, I always do” she smiled weakly as she could see the motel coming into view . she sat up straighter almost out the door only for she didn’t know which room it was. almost on his back as she followed when the door opened and little body hit her when she broke.

“ mama did you get the monster?” .

“ hey buddy give yer mama minute kay"bobby patted her back .

“ i didn’t but i will “ she sniffled wiping her eyes checking him over.

“ mama Cas is an angel , he got us here in a blink and , and then we watched cartoons “ he said excitedly .

“ thank you castiel “ she smiled weakly .

“ The little human is quite fun, “ he smiled back .

“ bobby i need a favor “ she stood looking at the older man .

“ any thing kid you know that “ he nodded.

“ need you get Mikey out of town , i'll come get him”

“ what you up to girl i can see it on your face ”.

“ It made it personal .. im going hunting"

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randomperson99sworld · 3 months ago

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Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 41 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly) , physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 1,230

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I’ve been writing it lol. They’re just so FLUFF Stated as always this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. Dean woke to find Julia still asleep beside him, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her hand resting on his chest. He smiled slightly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

It was peaceful here—something he wasn't used to.

Slipping out of bed carefully so as not to wake her, Dean got dressed quietly. He stepped outside onto the small porch of Julia's place, taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air. It felt good—normal, even. A rarity in his life.

As he stood there, watching the world wake up around him, he felt the weight of everything he was carrying start to creep back in. The Mark of Cain still lingered on his arm, a constant reminder of the danger that loomed ahead. But he had to believe that, with Julia and Sam by his side, they could find a way through it.

When he went back inside, Julia was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on her clothes. She looked up when he walked in, smiling softly.

"Morning," she greeted.

"Morning," Dean replied, leaning against the doorframe. He hesitated for a second before saying, "Was thinking... maybe we could hit the road later. See if there's a case or something. I need to keep busy."

Julia raised an eyebrow, standing and walking over to him. "Back to the grind already, huh?"

Dean gave a small smirk. "You know me."

She rolled her eyes but nodded. "Alright. But only if we stop for pie on the way."

Dean chuckled, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in what felt like ages. "Deal."

And just like that, things felt a little more normal.

After leaving Julia's place and swinging by the bunker to pick up Sam, the trio hit the road. Dean drove, his usual classic rock playlist blaring through the speakers. Julia sat in the passenger seat, leaning back comfortably while Sam was in the back, going through their intel for the case they'd picked up—a string of disappearances in a small town a few hours away that fit the description of a vampire nest.

Dean, feeling lighter than he had in weeks, was in good spirits. He'd even gotten his pie after they made a pit stop at a diner on the way, and Sam couldn't help but notice how different his brother seemed.

"Alright, so the sheriff in town says six people have gone missing in the last two weeks," Sam said, glancing up from his laptop. "No bodies, just gone. But the disappearances all happened near an old industrial district."

"Sounds like our bloodsuckers," Dean said, taking a bite of his pie as he steered the Impala down the open road. "We take 'em out, rescue whoever's still alive. Should be a quick job."

Julia glanced at him with a small smile. "You always make it sound so easy."

Dean shrugged, licking the fork. "It usually is."

They arrived in town by late afternoon and checked into a motel, agreeing to head out to the industrial district after sundown. The plan was straightforward—Sam would check out the area for signs of the nest while Dean and Julia would secure the perimeter, ready to go in guns blazing if necessary.

As they prepared to leave the motel room, Dean turned to Julia, tossing her a machete. "You good to go, sweetheart?"

Julia caught the weapon with ease, spinning it in her hand before sheathing it at her side. "Always."

Sam shot them both a glance. "Let's keep this simple. In and out, no distractions."

"Don't worry, Sammy," Dean said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "We'll be back in time for round two of pie."

The industrial district was eerily quiet as the trio moved through the darkened alleys. Sam had found a lead—a nearby warehouse that had been abandoned for years and recently showed signs of activity. The strong, metallic scent of blood hit their noses as they neared the building, confirming their suspicions.

"They're in there," Sam whispered, glancing at Dean and Julia. "You guys ready?"

Dean gave a curt nod, gripping his machete. "Let's end this."

They moved inside, the moonlight barely illuminating the large, dusty space. Rows of old machinery lined the walls, casting long shadows, but it didn't take long to find the nest. In the far corner, the vampires were gathered around a few terrified captives, who were bound and gagged. The vamps were too busy arguing over their next meal to notice the Winchesters and Julia sneaking up.

Dean smirked, giving the others a nod. "Showtime."

They launched their attack swiftly. Dean swung his machete with precision, taking out the first vampire before it even had a chance to react. Julia followed suit, fighting side by side with Dean, her movements quick and practiced. Sam focused on getting the captives out, guiding them away from the danger while Dean and Julia mowed through the remaining bloodsuckers.

One of the vamps made a break for it, but Dean was faster, grabbing the creature by the collar and decapitating it in one swift motion. Blood sprayed across the floor, but Dean didn't flinch, his focus sharp.

In less than ten minutes, the nest was destroyed, and all the vampires lay in pieces around the room.

"See?" Dean said, wiping the blood off his machete. "Easy."

Julia shook her head, laughing. "You make it look that way."

Sam approached, leading the freed captives out. "They're safe. I called the cops—told them we found them wandering outside. Should cover our tracks."

"Nice work, Sammy," Dean said, slinging his machete over his shoulder.

As they left the warehouse, Julia walked next to Dean, bumping his shoulder lightly. "Not bad for your first case back, huh?"

Dean smirked, glancing down at her. "Not bad at all."

Back at the bunker later that night, the trio settled into the library, a much-needed sense of calm returning after the successful hunt. Sam buried himself in research, while Dean and Julia sat across from each other, going over the details of the case with a sense of satisfaction.

Sam eventually looked up from his book, eyeing Dean. "You seem... different."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Lighter," Sam said with a small smile. "Happier."

Dean shrugged, glancing over at Julia, who was trying to hide her smile. "Maybe I'm just getting my groove back."

Julia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Or maybe you're finally realizing that you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders all the time."

Dean shot her a look, but there was no denying that she was right. Ever since Julia had become a bigger part of his life, things felt... easier. The Mark of Cain was still a looming threat, but with Julia and Sam by his side, Dean felt more equipped to face it.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, waving her off. "Let's not get too mushy, alright? We've got work to do."

But despite his usual tough exterior, there was no hiding the small, genuine smile that crept onto his face as he looked around the room. For the first time in a long time, things felt... good.

And for now, that was enough.

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quirkwizard · 4 months ago

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Is it alright if you could expand on Pump Up if possible? I can imagine the users hero name being something called Earworm or DJ *insert comical name*

You could always go with DJ Earworm.

"Pump Up" doesn't need a lot of equipment. All the user needs is some speakers or headphones to play music for them. Maybe they could have a special set with where they can adjust the levels of noise cancellation to act like an adjuster to their ability. Maybe get a bat or something to hit people with, of course calling it the Beat Stick, and a costume that looks like it came out of a rave, and you are good to go. Training the Quirk would be pretty simple as well. It would be the user working with the music playing, trying to get more in tune with the songs and to try and fight while the music blares around them. Maybe they could do some dancing-inspired marital arts for style points. The user would start becoming more in tune with the music. proficiently dodging and attacking as long as the music played. Maybe they could expand it to different songs to try and cover non-combat tasks and certain music helping them out even more, like listening to classical music while trying to focus on more of a mental task or a rock song during a fight. I could even see it so that the user becomes more in tune with the beats as they use the Quirk, the bonus becoming more pronounced when doing it in time with the music, almost like a beat'em up rhythm game.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Original Quirk

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strobelightstrobelast · 11 months ago

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Part 1; MK Music HCs These have been haunting me for a while so enjoy!

Note: All these characters listed are MK11 versions, although I might make another one of these for MK1 later. Characters included are Johnny, Sonya, Jax, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, and Kenshi. I will be posting other parts, this one was just getting reeeally long.

Johnny

He listens to a mix of 2010’s pop music and sad dad rock. You’ll hear him go from California Girls(Katy Perry) to Headstrong(TRAPT) to The Diary Of Jane(Breaking Benjamin) right back to Party In The USA(Miley Cyrus) and he will have no visible whiplash whatsoever.

I think he’ll listen to whatever’s on as long as it sounds good, but he generally sticks to the aforementioned genres.

Sonya

She’s a Dolly Parton fan at heart, but she thinks it’s embarrassing and would rather be shot point blank than have anyone else find out. She doesn’t strike me as someone who would listen to much music in public, unless she needed to ignore outside noise to focus- in which case she would blare Breakcore music.

Jax

I don’t think he listens to music too much, but I can see him listening to club music to try and hype himself up. I think he would also enjoy a bit of classic rock(think Nirvana or Oasis), but probably wouldn’t seek it out other than changing the radio station. He seems like the guy who would rather let the radio play whatever for background noise than actually create a whole playlist.

Not technically music but it still kinda counts, I think he would listen to those ASMR videos where they pretend to do your hair or makeup- He has no urge to get his hair or makeup done but he finds them relaxing when he’s struggling to sleep.

Kenshi

He doesn’t like listening to music much, it distracts his senses and somewhat disorients him. The only time he really listens to music is when someone else is listening to it nearby. He won’t really complain, but he doesn’t care too much about it. He really dislikes heavy metal, above any other genre, although it's only because they tend to mess with his senses in a way he isn't comfortable with.

Liu Kang

He won't complain about any music that’s playing, but he only really listens to music on his own when he needs to focus. He’s partial to Vivaldi when it comes to classical music, but isn’t really picky when it comes to what he’s listening to as long as it aids him in focus.

Out of all the music that’s been played for him, he’s more drawn to music that has a sort of ‘hopeful in the face of hopelessness’ feeling to it. Songs similar to Let Go(Frou Frou) would probably be the type of music he prefers. He has a personal hatred against math rock, but he refuses to share it with anyone because he has no reason to dislike it other than thinking the time signatures are stupid.

Kung Lao

He also won’t openly complain about whatever music is playing, but he tends to gravitate towards a strange mix of sappy love songs and deceitfully cheerful suicidal songs. This Charming Man(The Smiths) and Vampire Empire(Big Thief) are definitely on his playlist, but I think he would also listen to Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Third Eye Blind, maybe even some Hollywood Undead if he was in a certain mood.

I don’t see him liking classical music too much, but he thinks the 1812 Overture is cool because of the canons. Tchaikovsky is the only classical music composer he respects.

Raiden

He pretends to not like modern music, staring off into the distance disapprovingly whenever Johnny tries to show him some of his music. I think he secretly likes 90s club music, but refuses to admit this to anyone. Unlike Sonya, he doesn’t even indulge in this he just balls it up inside because he thinks it’s ‘unbefitting’ of a god.

#mortal kombat #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat hcs #mortal kombat headcanons #music hcs #johnny cage #sonya blade #jax briggs #kenshi takahashi #liu kang #kung lao #lord raiden #mk raiden #ignore the post time i lost track of the hour and next thing i knew it was 5am

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direwombat · 8 months ago

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Crime boss au for sybeli 👀

ahhhhh thank you gen this was such a fun little exploration of the quasi formed "mobster syb" au i have floating in my brain. eli strikes me as too much of a hermit to be an effective mob boss, but in an au where syb gets involved in organized crime to pay off her daddy's gambling debts...well...i think she'd be able to run hope county from the shadows :)

also lmao whoops this ended up being almost 2k (but then again, as i always say...anything under 5k is "short" for me).

[SEND ME A PAIRNG + AN AU SETTING]

The great part about living in Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana, Eli finds, is that there usually isn’t a soul around for miles.

The bad part about living in Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana, is that when an uninvited soul does come knocking, there isn’t anyone around to help.

He’d been disarmed of his rifle so swiftly that he didn’t even notice the other man circling behind him to throw a burlap sack over his head. His hands were forced behind his back, the zip ties quickly snapped into place around them, and he’d been shoved into the backseat of a vehicle.

Blind as he is, he has no idea where they’re going, and he knew better than to ask. The kind of people who kidnap a man from his home aren’t the kind to answer his questions. He sits silently, shifting his weight uncomfortably, desperately trying to keep his hands from going numb under his weight. His jaw is clenched and his ears strain for any familiar sounds that might give him a clue of where they’re taking him.

The purring of the engine. Soft chatter, some of it in a language he doesn’t understand but thinks might be French. The crunching of gravel as they trundle along the dirt roads of the Whitetails.

And then traffic.

Traffic. Other cars around them. Civilization. Town.

They have to be heading towards Falls End. He hasn’t been sitting long enough for it to be anywhere else.

He guesses it’s about twenty minutes later that the vehicle pulls to a stop and the driver cuts the engine. The second he’s pulled from his seat, Eli is hit with the stench of beer, stale cigarettes, and deep fried food, and while muffled, the distinct sound of classic rock blares from a jukebox nearby. A heavy hand shoves between his shoulder blades and he stumbles forward. Every step he takes is hesitant, fearful he’ll walk himself straight into a goddamn wall.

But his handlers guide him with gruff instructions. “Keep going straight,” and, “face right,” and “stop.” A door creaks open and the overwhelming sounds and smells only get stronger as he’s ushered inside what he assumes is likely the Spread Eagle. The sack is pulled from his head, hair lifting in a staticy mess.

It doesn’t take long for his eyes to adjust. The bar itself is dimly lit and the halls behind it, just past the restrooms and kitchen, are even moreso. A single lightbulb flickers unsteadily overhead and he’s guided once more towards another door. He’d only ever been back here a handful of times -- back when Casey had been kind enough to let him store the game he caught in the restaurant freezers, before he built his own -- and had simply assumed this particular door was to the Fairgrave's office, where they kept their books and receipts.

But as one man pushes the door open, it isn’t any of the Fairgraves he sees occupying the space.

Instead, there stands a woman he’s never seen before. A woman with short, dark hair, dressed in a crisp white button up and black pinstripe vest and slacks. Garters wrap around her biceps and her cuffs are rolled up to her elbows -- not that it prevented blood from flecking and spattering onto it. She leans against a heavy mahogany desk in the center of the room, smoking a cigar and filling the room with clouds of smoke. Her hands are bruised and still adorned with brass knuckles while jazz plays quietly from a record player off in the corner.

The room itself is warm, almost cozy -- styled like an antique library. Dark wood bookshelves line the walls. Heavy curtains, deep red in color, are drawn over the window, blotting out the light, or, more accurately, preventing anyone from seeing what’s transpiring inside. The space is adorned with antique, velvet clawfoot couches and chairs, and at the center stands a heavy mahogany desk. A plush carpet covers the hardwood floors, and laying on that carpet is a man whose face has been reduced to paste.

Eli’s blood goes cold and he swallows thickly. He feels like he just walked back in time or stepped foot on the set of a film about 1920s gangsters.

The woman’s gaze flicks over them before settling on one of the men standing behind him. “Clean that up, would’ya?” she says, less of a request and more an order. Then, she looks to Eli and tilts her head towards one of the chairs. “You. Sit.” He freezes for a moment, deer in headlights, and it isn’t until she shoots him a glare that clearly says Don’t make me repeat myself that he shuffles forward and takes a seat.

The other two men grip the unconscious body by his arms and legs before dragging him off, leaving a red smear across the hardwood floor.

The door then shuts with a damning click, and the woman’s attention is solely on him.

“Little birdie tells me you know how to build things where they ain’t supposed to go,” she says, gingerly letting her brass knuckles slide off her hands. She tucks them in her pocket. “That true?”

He swallows thickly. The bunkers he’s built for himself and a few others are violating zoning laws and he maybe bribed a friend in Falls End to help him get permits regardless. Are the structures technically illegal? Yeah, but it isn’t like he’s hurting anyone with them. “Who’s asking?”

“Someone who’s willin’ to pay you a lot of money for comparatively little work,” she says evenly.

Alarms, sirens, and all other manner of warnings go off inside Eli’s mind. Getting involved with a woman like this one can only spell bad news for him. It’s never just one job for people like her. “I’m good,” he grits from between clenched teeth.

Her brows lift in surprise. “Are ya now? ‘Cause that ain’t what I’m hearin’.” She grins. Smugly. Knowingly. Cruelly. “Those alimony and child support checks are a real bitch, ain’t they?”

Eli’s jaw clenches even tighter, the vein at his temple throbbing in anger. Not only does she know about his finances, she also knows about his ex-wife and kid. “What do you want?”

“I want you to do a job, Mr. Palmer.”

“And if I say no?”

“Don’t see why you would,” she shrugs. “Like I said before, you’ll be handsomely compensated. But, I s’pose if you really ain’t wantin’ to play ball, maybe I let my good friends over at the sheriff’s department know that one of your bunkers is storin’ a helluva lotta oxy. Hell, maybe all of ‘em are.”

Something in her smile shifts at the threat -- her expression hardens to stone and the teasing glimmer in her eyes fades. She isn’t fucking around. He believes she can and would frame him for drug crimes. But then a question scratches at the back of his mind. Is one of the bunkers he built being used to store drugs? He’s not proud of how his voice shakes. “This is extortion,” he says, as if the moral judgment behind it means anything to her.

She barks a laugh and it's one of pure, and utter amusement. “Of course not Mr. Palmer. This is just blackmail. I’m askin’ ya nicely.” She tilts her head to the side, drinking in the sight of him tied in front of her. She then quirks a brow. “Whether or not it turns into extortion is entirely up to you.” Her gaze then slowly rakes over his body appreciatively and Eli barely suppresses a shudder. “Though I must confess, it’d be a shame to do anything to that face of yours.” She regards him, considering. “How do you feel about your kneecaps?”

“I like’em as they are,” he says hoarsely

She hums and nods. “So you understand what I’m askin’ of ya, then.”

Fuck him. Either he says no and ends up in the hospital or worse, in prison, or he says yes and ends up in the employ of someone who definitely isn’t on the right side of the law. And while the thought of affiliating himself with someone so casual about violence makes his skin crawl, at least the latter option means that his kid is still taken care of.

Slowly, he nods. “Think so.”

“Glad we could come to an agreement,” she smiles, as if she hadn’t coerced and threatened him into it. Setting her cigar down and pulling a butterfly knife from her other pocket, she circles behind him and cuts the zip-tie binding his wrists together. “You’ll get half your payment up front along with detailed instructions of what it is I want you to build. You’ll receive the rest upon completion. Understood?”

Eli rubs at the chafed skin around his wrists. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She goes to sit at her desk and she takes another puff from her cigar. “Now, you strike me as a smart man, so consider this a courtesy rather than a warnin’: don’t go gettin’ any stupid ideas. You take that down payment and run, and I promise you, y’ain’t gonna make it very far. See, I got a hound who takes his job very seriously and he’s been beggin’ for me to take him huntin’. I’d hate to see you end up between his teeth. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good,” she says, already moving on to the stack of files piled on her desk. “Someone will contact you within the week.” There’s a beat of silence where Eli remains where he is, unsure if he’s been dismissed and too afraid to assume. She glances up at him after a moment and says, “The hell’re you still doin’ here.” Her jaw juts out to motion to the door. “Get.”

With a nod, Eli hastily rises and shuffles to the door. He takes one last hesitant glance over his shoulder only to find the woman engrossed in whatever she’s reading. Quietly, he opens the door and shuts it behind him. He half expects the two men from before to throw a bag over his head again and drive him back to his cabin, but the hallway is empty.

Exhaustion hits him like a ton of bricks and the siren song of booze and greasy bar food calls his name. He shuffles out into the bar, ducking and weaving between drunk patrons and wearily slides onto a barstool. “Whiskey, on the rocks,” he says when Mary May stops by to take his order. She pours him a glass and he spends the next hour or so nursing it before knocking the rest of it back in a single go.

When he places the cash down on the bartop to pay, Mary May shakes her head. “You’re drinking on the Boss Lady’s tab tonight.”

He blinks in shock. “That so?” he says slowly. Well, in that case, he might as well order something nice. “What’s her favorite?”

The corners of Mary May’s lips quirk into a smile and she pulls a laminated cocktail menu from underneath the bartop. Placing it down in front of him, there’s a drink called ‘Sazerac de La Roux’. Cognac, absinthe, a sugar cube, and two dashes of Peychaud’s Bitters.

Eli considers for a moment, and then says, “I’ll take one of those.”

#herald!syb might be a scumbag but mobster!syb is classy af <3 #my fic #r: the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorns #oc: deputy sybille la roux

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Des Demonas — Apocalyptic Boom! Boom! (In the Red)

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A late year banger comes from DC’s Des Demonas, a band of friends powered by squalling farfisa, pummeling drums and political rage, poetically expressed. “The Duke Ellington Bridge” is one of 2024’s very best songs, wheeling in on a blare of organ, pursuing a rock ‘n roll grove that circles rather than progresses. It would be very, very good, just in musical terms, but the words are top-notch as well. Atop it all, one Jacky “Cougar” Abok reads the scriptures in a Kenyan cadence, unspooling visionary rants about all the things he is (“a necromancer,” “a black dictator,” a “head tranquilizer,” a “D.C. sniper”).

This is only Des Demonas’ second full length, following a 2017 self-titled debut, but its members have long histories in DC punk, Abok in the Foul Swoops and Thee Lolitas, guitarist Mark Cisneros in various Kid Congo outfits, the Make-Up and the superlative post-punk Hammered Hulls. Paul Vivaree, whose wailing Farfisa is so integral to this band’s sound, plays with Benjy Ferree and drummer Matt Gatwood is a member of Two Inch Astronaut. So, while not a supergroup on the level of, say, the Hard Quartet, these are seasoned hands, and you can hear it in how tightly, hard and selflessly they play.

You can hear all manner of classic punk influences in these songs, the dub-touched anthemry of the Clash in “Fascist Discotheque,” reeling Steve Nieves’-style keyboards in “Restructuring,” the stinging offbeats of two-tone ska in “Angola.” The title cut slithers ominously a la certain African Head Charge cuts, resounding with thunderous bass. Rhythms clank and groan ponderously, then cut whip switch turns, gloriously heavy, furiously agile.

Still no matter how great the rest of the band is—and make no mistake, it is pretty great—the spotlight rightly falls on Abok. His rough-cut poetry comes in an incendiary stream, touching on arts, politics, activism and revolutionary economics. He spits out phrases, howls disjointedly and sometimes hazards a wandering melody in an acrobatic vocal performance. It goes pretty fast, and a lyric sheet would be helpful to decrypt the words, but even snatches caught on the fly illuminate and provoke.

These songs careen wrecklessly, bouncing off music history and rebounding to the present. Song titles nod to Arthur Lee, Miles Davis, Elvis and Duke Ellington, bringing the rage and resistance and creative resilience of the past into the now, where it slaps as hard as it ever has. Fucking A.

Jennifer Kelly

#des demonas #apocalyptic boom boom #in the red #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #punk #garage #soul

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Redemption | Chapter 3

HOMEWARD BOUND

Sam stared out the window wistfully, taking in the beauty of her island home as the plane approached O’ahu. The older gentleman next to her caught her expression. “Ever been here before?”

“I was born here,” Sam smiled.

“Really?” He seemed shocked. Sam laughed.

“I know, I know. I still get ‘the look’ from native Hawaiians who don’t believe me, but I was indeed born here. My father was stationed at the Naval base at Pearl Harbor.”

“Well, thank you to your father for his service and I apologize if I offended you,” he replied.

“Thank you and not at all. I got it all the time growing up. Being a tall, red headed tomboy on O’ahu was a bit of a challenge but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” she said proudly as she turned back to the window.

Plenty of other things I would change, she thought. But not growing up here. Not for a second.

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Once Sam landed and got through baggage claim, she headed to the rental car kiosk. While she waited in line, she texted Mae who informed her that she and Paula were out shopping. Paula had insisted. Sam could just see the scene playing out in her head. Mae hated shopping but would have humored Paula, who thought retail therapy was a valid response to any crisis. So, Sam decided to use the delay to gather some intel.

Parking outside of the Honolulu Police Department, Sam stepped inside the precinct and was greeted by a perfectly perky young lady who asked her to have a seat while she located Detective Daniel Williams, the officer in charge of the investigation.

Within a matter of minutes, the receptionist informed her the detective was not in the office. Sam left her cell number and asked that the young woman give it to the detective when he got back in. “Is there anyone else working the investigation with him? I mean, John McGarrett was HPD.” Sam assumed that they would have at least two or three officers on the case of a murdered, albeit, former cop.

“No, ma’am, Detective Williams is the only officer assigned to the case.”

Sam stood there, trying not to look shocked. “I’m sorry, a murder investigation of a former officer only warrants one detective nowadays?” The tone in Sam’s voice came off more threatening than she had intended but still got the appropriate response – this little wisp of a thing was definitely intimidated by the SWAT officer.

“I, uh, I’m sorry, ma’am, I really don’t know. I’m just the receptionist.” Never had she ever been more grateful to say those four condescending little words. The fire that flashed in this cop’s eyes scared her.

“Right,” Sam said, eyes narrowed. “Please ask Detective Williams to contact me as soon as possible.” With that, she stalked out. She pulled out her cell phone and sent a quick text to call in a favor.

Feeling restless, Sam decided to do what she did when she was in LA and needed a break: she drove. Sam found the island’s classic rock station on the radio and turned it up. Loud. She put the windows down, pulled her ponytail up into a messy bun and pulled into traffic, heading towards the beach. She tried to turn her brain off for a little bit. Didn’t really work, but she put the effort in as Guns ‘n’ Roses, Journey, Van Halen and Lynryd Skynyrd blared through the speakers.

After a brief drive, Sam found herself at Kakaako Park. As she got out of the car, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Sure, California had sun, surf, palm trees and their share of citrus but there was nothing – absolutely nothing – better than Hawaii. There was nothing like being home. As she was about to step on to the boardwalk, her cell buzzed. The email she had hoped for had come in.

The ‘jacket’ of one Detective Daniel Williams. She smiled down at her phone. It was good to know she still had people she could call when she needed them.

Sam walked along the boardwalk for a bit before finding an empty picnic table to climb on. She read through what she could on the small screen and discovered this Williams character actually seemed like a real stand up guy, the kind you want watching your back. Sam started to feel like he was being railroaded, handed an impossible case. Jersey cop or not, there was very little in his background that she could find that would prepare him for catching the likes of Victor Hesse.

Sam closed the file and stuck her phone in her back pocket. Looking out at the Pacific, she sighed as a single tear ran down her cheek. The effects of yesterday’s nightmare, which rolled into last night’s nightmare, followed by an excruciatingly long plane ride were starting to take a mental toll.

Get it together, you freak, Sam thought to herself. It was only going to get worse over the next few days.

Sam lost track of time as she just sat and stared at the waves crashing on the beach. She nearly missed the vibration of her cell phone.

“Devereaux.”

“Miss Devereaux, this is Detective Daniel Williams, HPD. I understand you were looking for me.”

Sam was surprised by the fact that she had gotten a return call. This century, even.

“Detective, thank you so much for the return call,” Sam started.

“Miss Devereaux…”

“Lieutenant Devereaux,” Sam corrected.

“Lieutenant, really?” Danny asked, mildly surprised at the title.

“Yes, LAPD SWAT Lieutenant Samantha Devereaux. I was calling to inquire on the status of one of your cases.”

“Really? Which case of mine has garnered interest from LAPD?” Danny asked cautiously.

“The John MacGarrett…murder.” Sam choked out the last word, hoping the detective wouldn’t catch it.

“MacGarrett? Huh. Well, Lieutenant Devereaux, I’m not sure why LAPD has a vested interest in the murder of an ex-HPD cop who hasn’t left the island in years. Perhaps you could shed some light. Or is this of a more…personal nature?”

Dammit.

Maybe the ha’ole isn’t quite so stupid after all, Sam thought. Play dumb? Probably not. Go the honest route and hope for the best. And by honest, she meant sentimental.

“Look, Detective Williams, John MacGarrett is…was, my mentor and friend. I was just hoping that I may ask for a little professional courtesy and see where the investigation stood.” Sam held her breath.

“Well, uh, I’m very sorry for your loss but as this is an active investigation – and you are not a family member – there is unfortunately nothing I can share with you at this time.”

Dammit. She could hear it in his voice – there was no way he was going to back down.

“I understand. Thank you for your time,” Sam said tersely as she stabbed her finger on the ‘end call’ icon.

Fine, Sam thought. I’ll just do it my damn self.

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Frustrated by her phone call with the detective, Sam decided it was time to suck it up and head home.

Home. The word brought a small smile to her face.

Hawaii would always be home to her. Always had been. Then why the hell was she living in LA, she thought. I can’t be thinking about that right now, she thought, running her hands down her face. One personal crisis at a time.

Sam headed back up the boardwalk towards her rental. She just reached the car when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Someone’s watching me.

Sam kept her sunglasses on as she slowly turned around, as if to take one last look at the ocean. Nothing stood out, but she could still feel it. Someone’s eyes were watching her. She intentionally dropped her keys and got down on all fours, as if feeling for them under the car. In actuality she was doing a cursory, visual sweep for an explosive or any other type of device under the car. Seeing nothing and not wanting to draw too much attention, she grabbed the keys and got in the rental. Holding her breath, she started the car. Everything seemed normal.

Normal? Then why did I just act as though I was in the middle of a desert minefield? Sam shook her head as she carefully pulled out of the parking spot.

I’m just imagining things. It’s because of the nightmare. Hearing Victor Hesse’s name after all this time is what did her in. It’s just bringing up bad memories, she tried to convince herself.

Sam kept a vigilant eye on her surroundings as she made her way to the home of Jim & Paula Brookes to pick up Mae. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She hadn’t noticed a tail. But still. She felt something was off. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.

Sam made her way into the Brookes’ neighborhood, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror. When she finally mentally kicked herself into submitting to the fact that no one had followed her, Sam drove up to the Brookes’ house to see Mae sitting on the porch with Paula, drinking…well, with Paula, you never knew what you were drinking until you were under the table.

Sam had known Jim and Paula Brookes since she was 8 years old, when Jim had been stationed at Pearl with her father. Paula had become fast friends with her mom, Stella, and Sam had befriended their daughter, Tammy. Sam liked Tammy just fine. Everyone had hoped the two girls would become best friends, but Sam was having none of that. She already had a best friend.

Steve MacGarrett.

And no one was replacing him.

Sam smiled at the memories flashing through her head. She was so lost in thought, she jumped when suddenly Mae opened the car door. The two women just looked at one another and grasped hands with sad smiles. Sam silently backed out of the drive and headed for home. The constant glances in the rearview were not lost on Mae.

As Sam slowed the car to pull into their driveway, she took a moment to stop and look at the McGarrett house. Neon yellow crime scene tape was still taped to the front door. Sam’s mind wandered as she parked the car. How many nights had she slept there? How many times had she eaten dinner with them on the lanai out back before ignoring the “don’t swim for an hour after you eat” rule so she could race Steve down to the beach or just sat with Mary in her lap, braiding the little girl’s hair? She had lost count of how many nights she sat on the beach with John, drowning in beer and liquor over Ben’s death. John talked her down so many times…

They made their way inside the house, with Sam taking one last weary look outside before she locked the front door and set the alarm. Sam stole a look out the French doors leading to their deck. The urge to walk out those doors, through the yard and around the fence to the beach next door was so strong, Sam felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was never going to be able to do that again. He was gone. John was gone and with him a piece of Sam’s heart was gone, too. She dropped her bags on the floor where she stood in the middle of the living room and turned to Mae. Without a word, Mae walked over to where she stood and grabbed Sam as she crumpled to the floor. Mae wrapped Sam in her arms.

Mae had always marveled at the tough façade Sam projected. She knew there was so little Sam could tell her about her days in the CIA. The immense burden of what she did in the name of God and country and the fact that she could never speak of it…it scared Mae. Even now, as a SWAT lieutenant, Sam would retreat behind the walls she built to keep her emotions at bay. Every so often, the cracks in the armor would show and when they did, all Mae knew to do was to hold her and love her and pray to whoever was listening to give her girl some peace.

Tonight, the façade was crumbling. Mae was now holding the little girl she held night after night after her parents died. This was the young teen she consoled when her other surrogate mother, Doris McGarrett, died in a horrific car accident. This was the young woman who mourned the loss of the first boy she ever loved and the best friend she felt abandoned by when his father sent him away. This was the human behind the machine that was Samantha Devereaux.

And as quickly as the human had surfaced, the machine re-engaged. After a minute, Sam sat up, squeezed her eyes shut for a brief instant and wiped the tears away. The two women stood as quickly as they had fallen. Squeezing her hand, Sam looked into Mae’s eyes and the look Mae saw was one of steely determination. It was the look of a woman on a mission.

And the mission was to put Victor Hesse behind bars.

Or better, in the ground.

Sam cupped Mae’s face, kissed her cheek and walked upstairs, bags in hand.

And as soon as Sam was out of sight, a tear escaped. Mae looked heavenward.

“John, you better keep an eye on our girl.”

#steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #danny williams #danny williams x reader #chin ho kelly #kono kalakaua #wo fat

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