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prettymrswright · 1 year

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not in the way I want to. (s,f)

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

background: you and shuri met in college while the young prodigy was freshly on the rise in the media for her latest creations. the two of you were inseparable from the very first class you had together. many people would assume the two of you to be romantic, but you guys knew it wasn’t like that. you’ve had the same boyfriend since freshman year, and up until recent events, considered yourself straight (curious at most). shuri wasn’t too fond of him, and initially, it perplexed you. but what happens when trouble arises in ‘paradise’, and hidden feelings are revealed?

content warning: fluff, smut (18)+, sub switch!shuri, dom switch!reader, explicit language, dirty talk, pet!names, overstimulat!on, oral (both receiving), strap (reader receiving), scissor!ng, finger!ng (both receiving), rough!gestures, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, mentions of coming out, cheating

word count: 9.6k translations: nkosazana, princess. usana, baby. mhlobo wam, my dear. intombi entle, pretty girl.

authors note: y’all! hello everyone 🤭 i was gonna insert an intro but imma put it in my bio chile ik what y’all here for. i’m excited for this, this is my first fanfic on this app & y’all done woke up the writer in me again, these stories are so good!!! i’m usually a reader/consumer of the content but I love this community so I wanted to jump in there myself. i hope you guys love it, im gonna figure out the masterlist/requests/taglist thing if you guys want more. below tagged are my favoriteeee writers on here, baby y’all write down!!! oh and baby this is SMUT, okay we ain’t come here for play play! 🤣 no need for likes or reblogs, just wanna hear y’all feedback in the comments! (divider by @firefly-graphics)

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"sssshit, baby wait--" you hissed through slightly parted lips as the princess's hands slid all over you, one finding its way to your entrance making teasingly slow circles. she brings you closer to her chest and lowers her pretty lips to your ear. "please don't deny me, nkosazana" she says with a low tone, sending chills down your spine. "i've been waiting so long." and that she has been. and you'd be a fool to deny her any longer. you fully surrender to her touch, and as soon as you relax, she sends her slim, polished, ringed finger up your pussy, pumping with a curve, sure to touch your center. "aghhh--" you let out a sharp wince and bite the corner of your bottom lip, preventing your scream. she then slips another finger & with each pump, she coos your praises sending you into overdrive. "shuri i'm so close please--" she moans at the sight of your reaction, pleased to have been successful in pleasing you. "let it go for me, usana, that's it" "fuck!" you cry out. "I love you so much" you throw your head back into her neck and flutter your eyelids into a slow shut, anticipating your release. 3 seconds away from arriving and-- ERRRR!! ERRRR!! ERRRR!! you launch your body up rapidly at the sound of your alarm, panting, attempting to catch your breath. "ugh," you groaned, as you turned over to silence the machine, almost breaking it with the force you applied. that was weird. this was the third time this week alone that you have had a wet dream about shuri. even weirder that you were annoyed at its end. the two of you have never been intimate; you weren't even attracted to women. sure you two were close, but it never exceeded its platonic state. awoken by your sudden movement and noise, your boyfriend, Jalen, turns over to you, eyes still shut. "mm, you good baby?" he asks, still half asleep, not totally interested anyway. "yea i'm cool, just startled that's all." halfway through your sentence, he was fast asleep again. you rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone to send a much anticipated text. "Happy Birthday to one of the realest, flyest, smartest, coolest, and kindest people to ever tread this floating rock. I love you! Oh-- and you a bad bitch too." you giggle at your dry humor. tonight was your friend Sevyn’s birthday. Sev had been there for you and Jalen all throughout college. she helped coach y'all through y'all issues both together and individually. she had been there emotionally, mentally, and even sometimes financially. she was an outstanding friend, and it was important that you made tonight special for her. you decided you would get up early and run some errands before the event tonight. as you rise up out of bed, you lightly stretch out your limbs, and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day. after your normal face and dental hygiene routine, you prepare to take a warm shower. sliding down your underwear, the crotch of your lace peels off your body like a banana, slowly being attached to your skin by the slick caused by the series of imaginative events. it made your skin hot, leaving you slightly embarrassed at the fact that even affected you like that.

as you run your shower, you're certain Jalen was still sleep, and he needed to be up getting ready too.

"Jalen!--" You shout out of the bathroom. "hmmm?," he groans in annoyance, proving you right. "you know we got somewhere to be right?," you semi-yell and wait for his response. "I'm up, I'm up" he says, not convincingly at all. lately, he had been constantly putting off important things, or 'forgetting' them and you didn't know what the root of the issue was. It just seemed like he lacked interest lately. you just blamed it on his work, since it had been requiring his attendance overtime recently. spending all that time could drain somebody for sure. you were sure he meant no true harm. you take a hot, brisk shower, filling up the bathroom with vanilla, white birch, velvety rose and a drop of strawberry nectar-- the scents emerging from your you're the one shower gel from bath and body works.

your mind begins to wander as you lather up your body. you couldn’t figure out why you were so on edge. You and Jalen haven’t been too sexually active the past weeks, or active at all in that matter, but even when you were, it never riled you up like you had been in that dream. maybe you were just missing the constant physical attention you received at the beginning of the relationship. but didn’t that mean you would’ve had a dream about him?

today was so exciting. you had been so emerged in your own adulting, you barely had time to see your friends. you couldn't wait to link back up with sevyn, riri, and shuri. at the end of your shower, you dry off, lotion up, and get dressed in your fav, emerald green, 'running errands' sweatsuit. you put your thick, kinky hair in two space buns, slip on your AF1's and grab your things. walking past the bedroom you hear the deafening snores coming from your boyfriend. you decided to leave anyway and go run errands on your own. .. in a three and a half hour timespan, you were able to get your nails and toes done, pick up some new accessories for your outfit, and get your hair freshly silk pressed. the first time you have put heat in your hair in 3 years, and the health benefits were showing. you had it up in pin curls, and tucked away.

after your errands, you head to the venue and drop off the balloons, the cake, and the shoes you set out for Riri to match her outfit. Sev had no idea she was having a party. she knew you guys were taking her out tonight. you helped set up for a little before you headed out. as you go back home to get ready, you walk in and see Jalen on his game. "Baby, we gotta leave in a couple of hours. How have I managed to knock out my whole day and you ain't move but 3 feet?," you spat, visibly annoyed. "Oh uh, actually," he began, "I can't make Sev's tonight." you walk closer, scanning your boyfriend's facial expressions and body language, waiting for the punchline. "What do you mean you can't make Sev's? We been planning this for weeks, J."

he sighs in a somewhat sympathetic tone before standing to meet your gaze. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. Work called ag--" you cut him off, ready to spazz, but trying your hardest to remain a least a little level headed. "Work? you had all this time to put in for today, J. I mean, damn, they need you there, late, every day?" he pulls your body closer to him and lifts your chin to meet him eye level. "I'm sorry. I'll make up to you and Sev, you know I'm good for it. " he exclaims before slowly pecking your lips. you slightly shudder at the interaction, the most you have gotten in weeks. you roll your eyes before turning to walk away and he pops you on your ass. "Aye, don't give me that 'tude, aight." Jalen laughs. "Go finish getting sexy. And make sure I get my pictures!" he trails off to the bathroom.

you were disappointed, but decided you wouldn't let that get the best of you. you go back into your room and begin to set up your vanity dresser/mirror, in glam mode. you plug in your speaker and shuffle your caribbean vibes playlist, pre-gaming before the festivities. you took off your clothes, leaving you in your panty and bra set, and turned up the lights beaming from your vanity mirror. nothing could ruin this night, not even Jalen's lack of attendance. you decided to text the groupchat to check everyone's status. m'baku's big toe

you: ahem, hearye, hearye. i hope you hoes is getting ready! riri: girl i been getting ready, yk beauty takes time. or do you? idk you be lookin' a lil questionable 🥴 you: girl, fuck you! 🤣 shuri: I’m quicker than you both. 🙄 I’m dressed and out the door before you could attach your second false lash. sev: what you guys wearing?🙃 you: aht aht! it don't matter what we wearing, it's YOUR birthday. sev: i know, but i still don't know where you guys are taking me, i don't want to be over or under dressed😩 riri: girl you could come to the corner store in a disco ball. it's YOUR DAY. you: no, exactly shuri: whatever you guys wear, I'm sure it'll be glorious. now please hurry, i'm falling asleep!

you smile brightly at the texts laying out before you. one thing your friends could always do, was boost your mood. you breeze through your makeup, pausing mid-blend and mid-bake to buss a quick whine or to shout lyrics at the mirror with your gun finger emotes up.

you cocoa butter and oil up your body, giving it that shine and glow. you loved to look like you were glowing when you were dressed up. you slip on your black, mini, spaghetti strap body-con dress with a small slit in the thigh. you put on your sandal strap heels with the black base and clear straps. you place the single gold chain with a heart-shaped herb pendant on your neck, and the gold name plate bracelet to match both gifted from Shuri. It went perfectly with your outfit and the gold accents in the black hand purse you chose to wear for the night. you let your pin curls down and let them fall, slightly below your collarbone. you grab your favorite scent, instant crush by mancera, and give a spritz to all your intimate areas. glancing over yourself in the mirror, you have to say; you totally outdone yourself. it's been a while since you gave yourself this much attention to your appearance and it was well overdue. Jalen pops his head the room, dressed and seemingly in a rush. "alright babe, I'm out. have fun tonight and be safe." he turns out before you can even respond. "you didn't tell me how I looked!" you yell, trying to catch his ear before it was outside. "you look great as always! Love you, bye!" and with that the door shut. it's not that you needed to hear him say it to confirm how you looked, it was no question. but it's always nice to hear it from your partner. you shake it off and hype yourself up in the mirror before your phone begins to ring. it was Riri. you swipe to answer and were met with an enthusiastic exclamation. "We outsideeee!" Riri shouts, followed by cheers from the rest of the group. "Aowww!" you chuckle. "I'm on my way out now." you begin to walk out the door and towards the black Mercedes SVU truck, driven by Shuri. the windows roll down and it is an immediate uproar.

"Bombaaaa, what a gyal suh pretty, man eeee??!" Sev says flick-snapping her fingers, accentuating her Jamaican accent. "No, you look tf goodt! This how you step out for your friend, okay!" Riri says smiling ear to ear. Shuri's reaction is delayed but only because she's trying to take it all in. you were beautiful to Shuri, in every way, and she never hesitated to tell you that. Immediately she felt all the feelings she felt when she first met you rush to her heart , her throat and her stomach. If pupils could take shape, hers would be shaped in hearts. looking at her and waiting for her reaction, you catch her scanning your body and getting flustered. It was silent for a minute until she snaps back to the present moment. "Damn." she breathes out, causing everyone to fill up the rest of the silence with laughter. you hop in the backseat with Riri, admiring her orange turtleneck dress and her small straight back feed-ins. you guys take off, riding out about 20 minutes to your destination. every few minutes or so, you and Shuri would exchange a glance in the rear view mirror, slightly making you nervous. it wouldn't have been the first time, but this time was particularly making you feel a way. she had on a white hoodie and matching white joggers, a pair of 1's and a single plaited gold chain. she smelled of satin and eucalyptus, a strong but soothing scent. the fingers attached to her tattooed hands were freshly polished with a clear coat, reflecting a glare off of the traffic lights as her hands rested on the wheel. her undercut was freshly buzzed, emphasizing the powerful structure of her face. she was breathtaking. your mind began to wander, if you weren't mistaken, in the direction of the dream you had the previous night. before it could get too deep, your thought was interrupted.

"Time out," Sev turns to face you from the front passenger. "Where is J?" you sigh, initially forgetting all about him. "He had to work late, he told me to tell you he'd make it up to you." "Yo, that man is gonna work himself right into an early grave" Riri exclaimed. shuri scoffs at the sentence. you look up, interested in what she thought. "That's some bullshit. Ain't that much overtime in the world." she spat. you knew the two weren't the best of friends. but this comment was clearly shade. you got somewhat defensive. "What are you implying? I mean, he is the main provider of the house. It sound like his priorities are straight to me." you say, colder than you would've liked to. Shuri stared off into the distance of the road, giving a condescending hum before responding. "Mmm. Is that what it is? Okay. I mean one of your closest friends of 4 years' birthday sounds worth prioritizing to me, but what do I know, right?" this was the most you've seen Shuri get aggravated over him. Or anything for that matter. and in a weird way, her protectiveness made you feel something you wouldn't want to admit aloud. The silence after was bitter, but quickly broken after Sev jumps in. "Hey, look, it's fine" she lowly smiles and places her hand on mine. "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm by it. I'm with my girls tonight, let's just have fun." Shuri immediately shoots you an apologetic look. although she didn't regret what she said, she was always gentle with you & didn't want you to feel otherwise. you give her a slight nod and half smile, letting her know it was okay. I mean after all she was right. how could you wither away all your time somewhere where you didn't even need to, especially when you had the choice to be there for your friend? we park and step out the car, walking towards the venue. you could now see everybody in their entirety. the assignment was very clearly understood.

Sev looked beautiful. her locs she had been growing since the 3rd grade were up tightly in a neat, high bun. she had on a silver sequined body suit with a white mini skirt and white open toe heels to match. the windows were made with an ashed out material on the outside, only being able to see the lights reflecting. you, shuri, and riri shoot each other excited looks as Sev walks up first. "Damn, this restaurant is big!" Sev says, having no idea what she was getting ready to walk into. "She don't got a clue in the fucking world--" Riri says under her breath, imitating the Druski meme. simultaneously, you and Shuri tap her arm to shut her up, laughing all the while. she opens the door and everyone turns around. "Surprise!" Everyone yells and cheers, phone light cameras on, brightening up the space even more. all of Sevyn's closest friends and family were in attendance. you and the crew spent weeks formulating this. you knew Sev was homesick, and you wanted to make it as special as possible. the DJ plays Barbie Doll by Vershon as she walks out, giving her her dream entrance.

the different color fluorescent lights lit up the entire space, making the dance floor look electric. there were purple, gold, and silver confetti balloons bunched together and tied in every corner. there was even two 2 balloons tied above the special chair you guys decorated for her to sit as you sung happy birthday. "Oh my g--" Sev turns around to us, hands on her now heavily beating heart. her eyes immediately well with tears. "No you guys didn'tttt" you guys pull her in a group hug. "Yes we did!" Riri says, grabbing a napkin off the side table to pass to me. "Hey hey, don't cry sister, you gon' mess up your pretty makeup!" you pout, using the napkin Riri passed you to blot the corners of her eye. Sev was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. she loved you guys dearly, but she missed her family back home as well. she mouthed 'I love you' and blew a kiss before she turned to make her rounds around the room. the three of you made a couple rounds yourself and headed for the bar, ready to get your night started. .. about an hour goes by, and Riri rounds everybody up around Sev's chair to sing happy birthday. Shuri brings out her favorite-flavored, cookies and cream ice-cream cake and lays it on the table before her. Happy Earthstrong, Bad Gyal Sevyn! it reads, in purple letters, two gold 2's standing besides each other in the middle. she makes her wishes and blows out her candles, and from there, the real celebration begins.

as the night went on, the tunes were rolling in and at this point every one was tipsy and dancing. one of your favorite Afrobeats songs off of Wizkid's new album started playing. before you knew it, you felt yourself floating to the dance floor. you began to roll your hips, slow to the downbeat, eyes shut, feeling every word.

Mami You making me lose my eyes for other girls No do me something wey go make me stress Give me less of that, give me more of you Give me something I'll never want to lose, yeah

as you continuing dancing, you feel familiar hands slide around your waist and pull you into them. It was Shuri. she had been watching you dance and decided she no longer wanted you to do so alone. as she presses up against you, she begins to whine her hips, matching your rhythm. smiling to yourself, you slightly bend over, adding more dynamic to your movement. as a result, Shuri leans back and catches it. "You go girl," she says in the American accent she had been practicing so heavily lately, making the two of you laugh. you lift back up, keeping the whine more intimate, and she lowers herself to your ear. "You look stunning tonight, nkosazana." She says, sending a chill through you. she had called you that same thing in the dream. her nicknames for you sounded so much better in Xhosa than it did in English. "As do you, my love." you reply, still dancing. "I'm sorry for earlier," she begins, "I didn't mean to offend you. I just get protective when I feel my friends are being taken advantage of."

you slide your hands down to interlock over hers, which were placed around your waist, in an attempt to soothe her, wanting to forget the conversation happened. It works, as you feel her melt further into you. "Shuri it's okay, I promise. I appreciate you looking out, you know that. you were right anyway. he should've been here." you lift a hand to place a kiss on it. she uses that same hand and turns you around to face her, wrapping her arms around your waist. you smooth your arms around her neck and for a moment, it feels like it's only you two in the room. the two of you rock side to side, legs intertwined, in a kompa-like style and she brings herself to your ear and begins to lowly sing-hum the lyrics to the song. Who's gonna know? At the end of the day, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Turn me on, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh you felt like you were dreaming again. was she singing these lyrics to you? or was that just something you wanted to hear? you pull back and make eye-contact with the royal girl, and she's looking at you with a look you've seen before, but just not in real life. "I've been dying to hold you just like this." She blurts out, not breaking the eye contact and you can feel a lump begin to form in your throat. you smile at her, slightly nudging her off. "what are you talking about? we're always affectionate with each other. you hold me all the time" you laugh. it was true. hugs and kisses weren't foreign to you two, and neither was dancing. but somehow this felt intense. "not in the way I want to." she says, making a triangle with her eyes from your left-eye, to your lips, to your right-eye. "and what way is that?" you say directly, almost seductively. you felt it slightly inappropriate to build upon this tension, but once you got in that flirtatious mode, it was hard to come out of it. however, it only happened when you were attracted to said person. and you admit shuri was beautiful, but it never occurred to you that your attraction had been more than just a friend admiring a friend. she picks up on your tone, taking it as a green light to continue.

“Like this.”

she says into your neck as she turns you back around, leaving 3 soft kisses down your collar bone.

you lightly hum in satisfaction and reach your hand around Shuri’s head, bringing her closer and pressing yourself on her pelvis. you drag your hand down her undercut and across her jaw, holding her face to your neck, keeping it warm. she shudders under your touch and lowly moans at your reaction to hers.

I've been waiting for you to come my way (my way)

Put the sun in my rainy day (rainy day)

For your type, I go wait for days, my girl

Girl, your type of feel no dey give me pain

Girl, your picture fits my frame

There for you in a thousand ways, my girl

For the night, for the night

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh, yeah

“Come home with me, tonight Y/N.” she pleads. immediately you feel your knees buckle at the statement. you wanted to say yes so bad, but you couldn’t promise good behavior. And for that, it would be inappropriate for you to. besides you had to let Jalen in since he lost his key.

“I don’t know, Shuri. I gotta be home to open the door for J.” You say with slight disappointment in your tone of voice.

Before the Princess could respond, the two of you are interrupted by a loud mic feedback screech, followed by a very drunk and very happy announcement.

“Thank you everybody for coming out tonight!” Sevyn begins. “I’m so grateful for my beautiful family and my BOMB ASS FRIENDS, I’m having the time of my life, truly. One more year pan di fucka dem, how yuh mean?!!! “ The party erupts in cheers and mimicked mouth sounds of gunshots.

“And with that being said… IT’S SHOT O’CLOCK!!”

Beaming at her excitement, you match her energy. “SHOT O’CLOCK!!!”

Everybody takes their shot given out to them earlier throughout the night, raises it, and backs it. The music starts up again and people are back dancing. The four of you group up by the bar.

“So sis,” Riri starts, facing Sev. “Do you love it or do you love it?!”

“You guys are fucking unreal,” she says slurring. “I’m having so much fun. Thank you. All of you.” She hugs us each and begins to tear up again.

“You know we got your back like your spine do, Sev.” Shuri says, doing the handshake the four of you had created with her.

Riri’s phone buzzes and as she checks her notification, her face drops.

you all pick up on the shift in energy, but Shuri beats you guys to the chase.

“What’s wrong, Ri?” she asks attentively.

anticipating her answer, you look at her waiting for a response, and she immediately looks up at you.

“Y/N,…” She looked so sympathetic. As if something happened to you.

“What? what is it?” you began to get nervous.

Riri squeezes in between in all of us, sharing the view of the phone.

It’s a video sent to Riri’s instagram.

‘Ri, ain’t this your friends man?’

It was your boyfriend Jalen, wearing the same thing he had on when he left the house earlier that afternoon. In the bed, with another familiar face. It was his ex, Mya. the two were kissing. the video was captioned ‘never too far’ with the song “Can’t Leave Him Alone” by Ciara and 50cent attached to it.

a hot pit immediately formed in your stomach and you felt nauseous. Before you could think to cry, the tears were already flowing.

“Are you fucking serious!” Sevyn says, unaware of how loud she truly was, compliments of her inebriated nature.

“I’m sorry, sis. this is so fucked up.” Riri says rubbing your back.

work huh? he had been cheating the entire time. the lack of affection, the flopping on plans, forgetting important dates, no sex. the whole time you’ve been making excuses for him, considering his emotions and hardships, he had been occupying his time and energy somewhere else.

“That fucking jerk-off.” Shuri spat so harshly it almost made you jump. as you glanced over her face, you could see a dark, glossy glare in her eye and her jaw flexing from her biting down so hard. her Kimoyo beads turn a bright, glowy red, activating the mood generator she had added to it, just for shits and giggles in her free time. It meant anger. you knew that. she turns to you, noticing your state and cups your face and immediately wipes your tears with her thumbs.

“Listen to me,” she says, holding the attention she already previously grabbed. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. He didn’t deserve you then, and he doesn’t deserve you now.”

you nod at everything she says. you know she’s right, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. it was hurtful. it was downright disrespectful.

“Girl, we can pack up all your stuff and you come stay with me,” Riri says very sweetly but very serious.

“Fuck that,” you laugh in between sniffles, with your thoughts residing in audacity. “That’s my shit. He could get out!”

“I know that’s right!” Sevyn says smacking her hand down on the bar countertop.

you all laugh. humor was how you four coped with everything. more than anything you were appalled at these series of events, but you wouldn’t let it sack your night. tonight is about Sevyn. You got yourself together, had a few more shots, and the four of you continued the night, as intended.

It was 1 AM and the night was over. everyone kissed and hugged goodbye and made their way out. Shuri had Sevyn over her shoulder, placing her gently in the backseat of the SUV. she was too drunk to function, but in Sevyn’s words, “The night wasn’t crunk, If I wasn’t drunk”

I laughed aloud at the thought of her saying that. we all hop in the car and Shuri being the most sober, barely even tipsy, drives everyone home. we get to Sev’s house first.

“I’m gonna stay with Sev and nurse her back to health.” Riri half chuckles, gathering all of her and Sev’s belongings.

“I am health!” Sevyn slurs, mixing up health and healthy. We all laugh.

“Yeah ok superstar.” Shuri smiles.

“Goodnight y’all,” you say warmly. “Happy Birthday again, Sev.”

“Goodnight, take it easy, okay Y/N/N?” Riri says to you. You give her a reassuring nod.

“Yeah and fuck that nigg—!” was the last thing you heard before the back door shut. You laugh uncontrollably, knowing it was Sevyn, making it clear she had your back. you wait until they get inside and Shuri drives off. for a while, it's silent, until you break it. "Thank you, Shuri." you began, sheepishly, fidgeting your fingers. "For speaking life into me, and making sure I enjoyed my night." you could see her crack a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. What kind of friend would I be not to?" she reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. the gesture makes you squirm. Pretending not to notice, Shuri asks, "Did you want to stop by anywhere before we reach your house? Something to eat? Or maybe an airbed?" "Shut up!," You burst into laughter, nudging her shoulder. She was very good with lightening moods, and she was also very funny. "Actually," you began, feeling that bold feeling you had felt earlier. "I was hoping you could take me home. to your home." you say, this time, with the full intent of sounding seductive. you reach over and rub the back of her neck, ever so gently. "Oh, uh-" you notice the 'adam's apple' portion of her neck move as she swallows, caught off guard by your sudden gesture. "Yea, definitely, that's fine with me." her kimoyo beads then started to glow a dark fuchsia. Your head tilted at the sight. That was new. You were there the millions of times that Shuri had ran tests on this feature, but you couldn't recall seeing this color before. "What does fuchsia mean, Princess?" You turn to her, genuinely interested. normally, she hated when you were formal with her. but as of these recent events, she was sort of turned on by it. she looks at you, and with a shy, stuttered tone she replies, "Arousal."

"Oh.." at a loss for words, you feel the pace of your heartbeat pick up, in both places of which a heartbeat may reside in a woman. she was aroused by you. a gentle touch alone from you made her arousal grow and the thought of that made your curiosity quickly turn into certainty. you wanted her bad, and was over pretending that you didn't.

You finally park, and the two of you head inside Shuri's apartment complex, which she had owned and had other people rent out. you went up to the top floor and trailed off into the Princess's palace. Shuri's home was so warm. Welcoming. the decor filled with blues, whites, and silvers, mimicking her lab back at her home Wakanda. The two of you enter her spacious room and immediately she begins to undress. she slips off her hoodie, exposing her toned and muscled arms elongating out of her wifebeater. her beauty was so effortless. And in that moment you could only think of those arms holding you. Or restraining you. either would suffice. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," she begins. "You're welcome to shower here or in any of the guest bathrooms. It's up to you." "I'm gonna go in the guest room. Where are your towels?" you ask. she goes in her closet and comes out with a baby blue towel and two wash rags, one white and one blue, and hands them to you. you notice they're the same set from when you slept over last summer. "I never used them and purposely and kept it separated from all my others. I know blue's your favorite." She says, almost bashful. "How sweet, Shuri, thank you," you swoon at the gesture. that's another thing you adored about Shuri. She was so attentive. she knew everything about you & incorporated that information into thoughtful gestures like those. It seemed small but it made your day. "Anything for you, nkosazana." she says, sealing her statement with a wink. There that word went again. Princess. It was like she was taunting you. you smiled bleakly, and made your way to bathroom. the words lingered in your mind. did she mean anything?

as the hot water steams up the bathroom and falls against your skin, rinsing it of the dove body wash it was lathered with, your mind began to wander again. you began to have flash backs. when the two of you first met, your first 1 on 1 hang out, the shows she'd come see you perform in, her taking you to meet her family back in Wakanda. You felt safe in her presence. Comfortable, relaxed, inspired. Beautiful. Something you haven't felt in someone for a really long time. And it hit you. You were in love with Shuri Udaku. You weren't sure what to do with that information. It would mean two things, forcing you to face the truth; One, you were attracted to women. And two, your relationship with Jalen wasn't at all what you painted it out to be all these years. Oddly enough, you still felt bad for carrying on the way you knew you were about to. Not that bad though. after your shower, you walk back into Shuri'’s room, seeing her in her tank & a pair of boxers, at her desk, finishing up some last minute work drafts like the workaholic she was. you knock lightly and break her focus. "Hey," you say meekly, and before you know it, you're back into tears. "Hey, hey, hey, come here. " Shuri quickly pulls you into her lap. "Fuck him. I want you to fully process your emotions, but I don't wanna see two many tears shed over that waste. unless they are tears of joy, of course." she rubs the sides of your shoulders and kisses the back of them. but it wasn't even that. the truth was, you were overwhelmed. of course it hurt seeing what you saw earlier. but through all that turmoil, the only thing you could seem to think of was your feelings for Shuri. "Shuri-," you say, through a sob. "What is it my love, talk to me." Shuri's face grew with concern as she positioned you to now be face to face with her. "I think I'm in love with you," you manage to get out, eyes overflowing with tears. Shuri's reaction was mixed with shock, relief, and excitement. she had been in love with you since she meant you. It had been hell to pretend like she wasn't. she was equally allured by the content of your character as she was your pretty face and equally perfect figure. sure, she was a little jealous watching you be with someone else, but it wasn't jealousy alone. she knew Jalen wasn't shit. It just had to come up in the physical form. “Oh, Thank Bast.” Shuri says, exhaling heavily.

you playfully tap her shoulder.

“Shuri, I’m serious!” you say, almost pouting.

“I know, I know. All jokes aside, you don’t know how happy I am to hear those words from you.” she says lowly, staring into your eyes.

“Really?” you say, not knowing what to think of the situation just of yet.

“Really.” she confirms. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Y/F/N.”

hearing those words sent a rush all over your body. if you could be desired by anyone, especially in that way, it would be Shuri. a woman of her beauty and intelligence being enamored by you was way more than flattering. The more time passed, the more your arousal grew hungrily. "So come show me." your response sounding more lewd than intended.

you positioned your body to sit on one of her legs. you grab her face and bring it towards you, kissing her slow and passionately. you both moan into the kiss, breaking the tension that had been so heavily building over the night. a wave of bliss washes over you immediately. as you deepen the kiss, Shuri’s hands travel up your sides and lands on your ass. you slide your hands up the back of her neck and tug lightly at her head of curls. you adjust yourself, purposely separating the boundary of your wrapped towel and your lower region, and you begin to grind your clit against her thigh. you could feel the secretion sliding between your skin.

“Y/N..” Shuri leaves a light moan onto your lips, lifting up for air. "Yes?" you begin kissing down her neck, lightly sucking. "I-is this okay?" Shuri could barely get out. "We don't have to"

you stood up, still hovering over her and peeled off your towel, dropping it to the floor. you take her finger swipe it across your entrance, allowing her to feel the mess she was beginning to create. you sucked yourself off of her, keeping your gaze onto her. "Does that answer your question, Princess?" you say, in an almost sinister tone. "Fuck.." Shuri trailed off, pleasantly surprised at your behavior. without any further question, she lifts you up with one arm and walks you over to the bed, laying you down. you wanted her so bad. this would be your first time with a woman, and although you were nervous, you were ready. you could easily figure out what she liked. you seen it in your dreams a million times. Shuri began kissing you all over your face, traveling down to your neck, eventually stopping at your chest. she hovers over your right nipple, the breeze from her breath causing you to jolt. she slides her hand up your torso and cups your other breast, lightly tugging on the nipple. she slightly drops her jaw, allowing her dribble to fall and coat your puffed nipple. she cleans it up before it droops below the surface. simultaneously, she drives her knee in between your legs, just close enough for the tip of her knee and your clit to kiss. you gasp at the quick exchange, your body squirming under her touch, semi-begging for more. "Stop teasing me, Shuri, please," you breath out. "Mm, mm." she shakes her head, detaching her lips from around your areola. "I've been waiting a long time for you. I'm taking my time. " she gives some attention your other nipple before traveling down your torso. she makes sure not to leave any skin on your body unloved. she wanted the way she truly felt to translate through her actions. she tugged you by the inside of your knees, pulling you closer to the end up of the bed, and kneeled down in front of your heat. "Shuriiii," you whined out, aching for her to do something. "What is it, usana?" she says, wanting you to be vocal. she was so deeply grateful to have heard you say the things she had only dreamt. "What do you need from me?" you had absolutely no problem being vocal. all your guilt, sadness, and confusion was out the window. all you wanted now was to make her feel how she made you in your dreams. sitting up on your forearms, you lock eyes with her, "put your mouth on her, please." "Yes, my love." she breaks eye contact with you and makes eye contact with your folds. "Hey, pretty girl," she cooes over your entrance. the seductive introduction made you melt like putty. She slides her two fingers up your slit, separating your folds, and exposing your now pulsating clit. In one quick motion, she wraps her pretty, royal lips around it and gives it a french kiss. "Yesss, fuck!--" you cry out. you been yearning for this moment, and seeing it come into fruition was driving you insane. still eating, shuri hums inside you, sending the vibrations through you. she slowly slides her fingers inside and begins pumping. you could feel the love at the end of her tongue, and you feel your eyes begin to well up. you throw your head back in intense pleasure. she taps the side of your hip twice, coming up to speak. "aht, aht. keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous" demanding your attention, still pumping. soon as your tear-filled eyes, meet hers, she adds another finger and begins to twist. "Ahh!" you pierce out a glass crushing scream, grabbing the sheet so hard you almost pop it off its corner. "I can't--" she silences your protest, shushing loudly, "yes you can baby, hold it for me, yeah?" wanting to be good for her, you just gave a weak nod. she lowers her lips back to your super sensitive bud, now edging it with the flat of her tongue. the combination of the two movements immediately tossed your stomach into knots, signaling a releasing creeping. "Shuri, I'm going to fucking cum--" you say through exhausted breath and gritted teeth. her expectations of you holding anything would soon be met with disappointment.

"I know baby, just a little while longer," she attempts to soothe you, failing terribly. she sucks one more time, slightly tugging at it, making the popping noise at the release. she takes her thumb and uses it as replacement for where her mouth was and uses her free hand to push your knees to your chest.

your legs involuntarily began to tremble and you knew you could hold it no longer.

"Baby," you gasp out, in a warning tone.

"come on, let it out." she gives you the green light and on command, you immediately pour out onto Shuri's fingers.

"Such a good fucking girl." she praises, and you ride out your O off of her fingers. she takes them out and lowers herself to your lips, giving you her fingers for the two of you to share. "You taste so good." she exclaims, moaning to herself.

you're a whimpering, moaning mess. you've never felt such an intense feeling in all the years your were in a relationship with that man. it awakens something in you, and you're ready to do whatever to make Shuri happy.

sitting up with her towering you, you and the Princess collaborate in lifting her shirt over her head. you take time admiring her slim but toned body and her small, perky and stiff breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Shuri." You say looking up to her, so very sincerely. she was really ethereal in every way. she had an androgynous vibe to her, being equally as pretty as she was handsome.

" I am a reflection of you, mhlobo wam." she replies before lifting your chin, placing a peck onto your lips. she always knew what to say.

you slide your fingers around the brim of her shorts before pulling them down, being greeted with her black boxers, being soaked at the front.

"Oh shit," you chuckle. "It's like that?" you look up at the now flustered girl. It was funny, but cute. as quick as she could be in control was as quick as she could become coy.

"It's not my fault," she says in a pouty tone. "You're just so--"

In the midst of her talking, you slip her out her boxers, lift her leg, and rest her foot on the tall bed post that stood beside you, exposing her pretty and dripping two-toned cunt. your eyebrows raised, surprised at her flexibility.

you let out a secluded breath, loving what you saw in front of you. "So..?" you ask, tauntingly, sliding your thumb up and down her middle.

“—Sexy.” her breath stifles, and her chest began to heave up and down.

“you think i’m sexy?” you taunt even further, now dipping your thumb in every one and again, enjoying watching her squirm.

“Y-yes,” her hips disobey her attempt to keep cool and begin bucking up.

“How sweet. Let me say, thank you.” you palm her plump bottom with both hands and pull your lips closer to her sweet spot. you lick a straight path from the bottom of her opening up and to the top and make a quick circle around her clit, sealing it with a kiss.

“Ohhh my f— Y/N..” Shuri felt as if she began to float. she had the prettiest girl at her mercy, and now she had her at her own. to see her underneath her, wanting her in the same way— the thought alone was enough for her cum.

“Tell me how you like it, Princess. Teach me.” you plead, wanting nothing more than to make her feel how she just made you. your eagerness to learn her body made her all the more excited to continue.

like a magnet, you attached your lips onto her second pair, and she guides you right where she wants you.

“Right there. S-slow, please.” she almost begs.

as asked, you rolled your tongue around her bud slowly. painfully slow. you were pleased with her taste & moaned in confirmation.

“Ughh,” her breathing becoming more unsteady, “Fuck, that feels so good, nkosazana.” proud and driven by the praise you were just given, you speed up your pace, just a little. this time, making it sloppy and shaking your head in it. you raise a finger and trace it along her entrance, waiting for the confirmation that it was okay. she nods.

you strike a finger up briskly, tongue still attacking her clit.

“Yes!” she cries out, holding a tighter grip on the sides of your head. you give a few more pumps before slipping another finger, eager to send her over. pushing deeper and deeper, you notice her juices begin to trickle down your fingers.

“are you close, my love?”you chase her expressions for an answer.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she whimpers out as you keep pumping. her eyes shut tight and her leg began to shake. she was a whimpering little thing. it was different from her normal, calm, masculine presenting energy. and you loved it.

you increase the pressure of your sucking and soon after you feel a rush of creamy substance floating down your tongue like a river. she sobs out as she comes down from her first O.

“Mmm.” you vocalize your satisfaction with her flavor. “thank you, princess.” you feel yourself oozing at the sight of her squirm.

“who— taught.. you.. that,” She says in between each gasp for air. you laugh at her possessive energy but flattered that your succeeded at your first attempt to please her.

gaining some of your leg strength back, you fall back on the bad, pulling Shuri on top of you and rolling over so that you were on top. you thought about this so many times and was ready to try it.

you spread her legs and lower your wet and pulsating clit to meet hers. feeling the warm & gushy sensation between you to caused you both to gasp at the same time.

“You so fucking nasty, my God.” Shuri groans aggressively, staring into your soul.

“For you. You damn right.” you bite back. you swooned at thought of being her fantasy. you were laying it all out for her, making her long term attraction worth it.

you held yourself up slightly, rocking back and forth, tribbing the nucleus of her treasure.

“That pussy feels so good on mine, fuck,” you moan, wanting to throw your head back but also not wanting to miss any reactions, for they were the navigator of your success rate.

“Shit!” her pretty brown eyes beginning to gloss over with water. she couldn’t believe how submissive she was acting, but she even more so couldn’t believe how filthy you were, especially involving her. you also couldn’t believe it either. to have never been with a woman, being with Shuri in this way felt so natural.

“Y/N please!” she cried out, grabbing your neck, pulling you forehead to forehead, the heart shaped herb necklace she gifted you now dangling in her face.

thrusting harder, you reach your hand up and massage her left breast, grazing her nipples with the edges of your nails.

the two of your bodies moved in the same patterns like a missing puzzle piece. you grabbed her by her face and kissed her passionately. uncontrollably moaning your mouth, she begins to cry, this time, letting her emotions take over her.

“I’m cumming, please, I can’t take anymore,” she reaches out to push your torso further away, but her hands are quickly pinned down over her head.

“I’m almost there baby, hold on.” You coo sweetly, noticing her begin to get overstimulated. You continue to thrust, picking up the pace to speed up your orgasm, talking Shuri through.

Shuri’s eyes began to roll back and her mouth was agape for so long from her silent cries, she started to drool.

“Shit,” you feel yourself getting ready to release. The sight of her under your control sped up the process by a whole lot. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—fuck!” you began to whimper. By the time your juices flow out, Shuri let out a piercing screech, squirting all over you.

Shuri was now sobbing and shaking, violently. You wipe her tears and kiss all over her face, now laying beside her.

“I know baby, I know. Let it out,” you continue to kiss her and rub her to calm her down.

“I—I” she tries to vocalize something, but still hasn’t come down yet.

“Take your time, no need to rush.” you reassure her, still slightly out of breath yourself. you help her regulate her breathing and she finally makes out her sentence.

“I need to fuck you. Now.” she growled.

if she hadn’t before, the desire now was through the roof. this was the most aggressive you’d ever seen her-- also the most vulgar-- and after the damage you had just done to her, you were excited, but nervous to see how she would handle you.

her wobbly legs refraining her from being able to move as fast as she could, she hops up and limps over to her dresser draw, opening the top draw and taking out a pretty black, blue and silver strap. the design on it mimicking what would be the inside of a gadget. by it’s shiny and potent structure, you knew it was made of vibranium.

she slips the harness around her hips, tightening both ends to secure it, arms flexing in the process. effortlessly turning you on with every move.

“Come here, duchess.” she motions you over with two fingers. you immediately oblige, following her lead like a lost puppy.

she leads you over to the large mirror that resided on the wall on the other side of the bed. she swipes the slick from the middle of your entrance and uses it to lube up the tool.

“The safe word, is mango.” She began, looking at you through the mirror. “If it’s too much or it hurts, say that word, and i’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

you bite your lip nervously, and nod, doubting that you would ever be using it.

“Words, princess.” She says sternly, lifting up your chin.

“Y-yes.” you breathily respond. and just like that, you were back under her spell, ready to be used anyway she desired.

“There’s my girl.” She smirks before positioning herself behind you. something about her referring to you as her girl made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

you bent over and braced yourself on the mirror and suddenly you felt a poke at your entrance.

“You ready?” she asks. you nod way too eagerly. “I’m gonna count to 3… 1–“

before she ever got to two she slides her length up your canal and you gasp super sharply.

“Shuri!” you half moan, half growl, feeling good but snapping at her for cutting your time to prepare.

“Shh, you got it, come on,” she coaches. Shuri stroked her length in and out of you, slow and long, building up your anticipation.

“Shit!,” you spat, bitting down on your lip, adjusting to her length.

shuri had been developing this piece for a long time. she also was secretly restricting it for you, not knowing if you’d ever actually be together. but the very few times she did have other partners, she’d only use the regular silicone strap for them. only a woman of a certain poise and power was worthy of the contraption, and in this case, that woman was you. her intombi entle.

she had designed it to feel as close to skin as possible. she wanted you to feel the intimacy just as she did, being that she also designed it to allow her to feel you.

as she pumped in and out of you, your walls tightly clenched around her, almost fighting to keep her inside.

“Ugh,” Shuri grunted aloud. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

“Oh God,” you slur out. as your body was working overtime to stay cool, you feel yourself beginning to sweat profusely. your freshly done silk press now glued to your shoulders. “You feel so fucking good”

The Princess swiftly grabs your arms and folds them, locking them behind you. She holds up your perfect frame, forcing you to look at you both in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you look taking this dick, hmm?” she says lowly in your ear while speeding up her pace.

“Oh, fuck,” not having any control over what happens now, you begin to panic, the knot you now knew to be so familiar beginning to arise in your stomach.

“Say it. I wanna hear you,” she demands.

“Shuri, please,” you beg her to go easy on you, but she wasn’t having it. She gives an electrifying smack to your ass.

“Say. It.” She says through grit teeth, now with one hand full of your hair, slamming into you harder, directly on your g spot.

“I— aghhh!” you fight to get the words out. “I l-look s-so pretty taking th— this dick!”

she smiles sinisterly and quickly agrees. “Mm, yes you do.”

a question you usually scoff at arises, however, it’s a pleasure to hear the next sentence come from Shuri’s lips.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hm?” she knew exactly how to get you riled up. She so badly yearned to hear you surrender to her after watching you with someone else all this time. especially someone who didn’t deserve you.

“It’s yours, Shuri,” your words began to spill over like a fountain in sonic moans. “It’s yours, I’m yours, I belong to you!”

it was music to Shuri’s ears. you were hers. you said it, and that’s all the confirmation she needed.

“and don’t you ever fucking forget,” she spat.

hearing the royal speak so filthy and so rough was so shocking yet so enticing. her every word carried you closer and closer to your whit’s end.

still stroking, she yanks your head back and passionately kisses you, swallowing all your moans.

stomach tight, shuri’s strokes began to get sloppy, feeling your constant contract and release. she was quickly approaching her arrival.

“Shhhhuri, I’m about to—“ you began, almost snatching the words out her mouth.

“Cum. Cum with me, my pretty girl.” she gives 4 more sloppy pumps before she slides out, cumming all over herself; but not before you left a creamy, white ring all around her base. as soon as she comes out completely, you squirt out all over her lower region; something you had never done before. you squeal, in shock and excitement.

“You did such a good job, usana” Shuri pecks your lips and taps your slightly bruised ass. you beam at the praise she gives. she picks you up and carries you to the bed, gently laying you down before slipped off her harness and climbing in with you.

draping the covers over your naked bodies, you cuddle into Shuri, placing your head on her chest and she pulls you in closer. you throw your leg over her lower torso to get close as possible. you both listen to each other’s breath slowly come down to its original state. Shuri picks up and holds your hand that was previously laying on her chest, and kisses it. At peace and well satisfied, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep.

“not you falling asleep already,” Shuri laughs, mockingly.

usually you’d protest, but you let her rock on this one.

“I love you so much.” you mummur, gazing up at Shuri.

“I love you so much more. Thank you for trusting me with your body.” She says sincerely.

“I trust you with my life.” you say authentically as ever, overcome with feelings of euphoria.

“I trust you with mine.” she replies, almost instantly.

shuri lifts her hand, inviting you to do the handshake your friend group had made. the two added a special ending that nobody new about. the two of you share a blissful laugh at the comedic ending of it.

“Alright, my love, get some sleep.” Shuri rubs small circles on your back with one hand and rubs the leg thrown over her with the other.

“You got a boyfriend to break up with tomorrow.”

#shuri udaku #letitia wright #shuri x y/n #shuri fic #riri williams #one shot #smut #fluff #lesbian #sapphic #prettymrswright

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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#sakuatsu nsfw || choking, spit, Atsumu jerking off

It is a fact that Atsumu loves that Kiyoomi choke him while they have sex. That's why whenever Kiyoomi goes to train and Atsumu stays alone at home, he runs to the room to have a pleasant visit with his favourite dildo.

After having completely undressed, Atsumu imagines that he is sucking Kiyoomi's cock, leaving kisses on him, surrounding the tip with his tongue before inserting it completely into his mouth.

He's drooling while caressing his pink hole.

When he is horny enough, he lies on his back on the bed, with his legs open and his knees touching his chest.

He caresses his cock, replacing his hand with Kiyoomi's while rubbing the tip of the dildo in his hole, squeezing slightly from time to time.

“Fuck, Omi” he whispers.

Eyes closed, eyebrows together and dry and open mouth, wishing to be kissed by her cute boyfriend. Atsumu was so full of pleasure that he wanted his boyfriend to come home soon so that he could fuck his mouth just like he did the night before.

He couldn't wait any longer, so while with one hand he jerking off, the other lubricated his hole. He guided the dildo to his hole and slowly sank it on him.

“Sssshit omi” Atsumu groaned, Arching his back, asking for more.

When the dildo was already completely sunk inside it, he masturbated again while he took it out and put it back in again, with the image of Kiyoomi in his mind, asking him to pray for his sweet cock.

“Is this what you want? Feeling full with my cock? Messy boy”

Atsumu imagined hearing Kiyoomi's mouth saying that. Atsumu nodded and accelerated the movements of the hand holding the dildo, feeling how it gently hit his prostate. His release was close and hearing himself moan excited him and helped him a lot.

“P-please omi, choke me… choke me please, I want it” Atsumu begged to the silence.

He notice how his forearm was heating up by the speed with which he inserted the dildo into him. A tingling emerged in his belly.

When he felt the heat approaching him, he freed his cock from the grip of his hand and raised it up to his throat, surrounding himself and exerting pressure.

“Ahh-aahhh omi yes, please fuck me babe, don’t stop please please”

The feeling of imagining Kiyoomi's cold hand surrounding his neck while his hole was being filled, watching his boyfriend hit his ass harder, biting his lower lip to avoid moaning, sweaty and with the curls on his forehead bouncing with each onslaught, made Atsumu cum.

He made a mess on his belly. Thank goodness he put a towel underneath so as not to stain the bed. He calmed his breath for a few minutes until he regained his breath. He looked at the clock. Kiyoomi wouldn't arrive until 2 hours.

He was looking forward to time passing quickly so he could make a mess on his boyfriend's lap. Maybe he would ask Kiyoomi to choke him in all possible positions.

Kiyoomi's hands were his favourite necklace.

// fin

In the end, Atsumu's favourite position to be choked was with his head hanging at the end of the bed while choking on Kiyoomi's cock. Omi could also feel his cock sinking into Atsumu's cute throat ✨

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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Jealousy

Pairings: Steve x Black Reader, One-Sided Bucky x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors, DNI), vouyerism, jealousy, masturbation, fantasizing, Bucky Thirst, possibly darkish Bucky? I dunno, you decide

If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

I don’t write very much on here, mostly read, but since this talented ass writer (don’t wanna name any names but @ramp-it-up knows who she is) decided to hook me up and answer my ask in quite possibly one of the best ways possible, I felt the need to return the favor as best I could. Hope y’all enjoy it💖

"Mmm,” Y/N gasped, her head tossed back as her body tensed for an amazing climax, “I’m gonna….fuuuck!”

“Good girl,” Steve coaxed, his guttural groans vibrating through his tone. She certainly was a good girl. A good girl that absolutely took every inch of his cum. Bucky refused to believe anything otherwise. The heavy squeak of them going at it held his full attention, the soft groans of his Y/N as she pressed her face against the pillows in an effort to hush the pleased sounds from what she was getting from behind. It was cute that she thought it would. Positively sinful, the effect it had on him.

The raunchy slosh of his lubed hand roughly jerking his dick caught his attention again and he positively loved the mess he was making of lube and precum against strange sheets. He imagined her lapping at his dick as Steve rode her, her moist mouth needily desperately for something to suck. His dick pushing slowly into the warmth of her soft lips. The scrape of her teeth as he glided a generous length of his dick against the friction of her tongue…yummy..

His vibranium hand played with his balls, firmly stroking them and squeezing them to the point of making himself groan a bit. He wanted her to squeeze them. Let Steve watch as she sucked on them. Make him cum on her face from her rough treatment of them. Make Steve cum on her back from the sheer erotic sight of it all. Cover her in their cum.

Steve groaned softly as he usually did when she rode him, helpless and soft. Submissive and chill. It made him desperately want to be the dominant one in the room, commanding Y/N to get on her knees and take her boyfriend into her mouth while he fucked her pussy until it was aching from being slammed with orgasms.

His hand sloshed sloppily as a long string of swears slipped out in hungry hisses. “Mmhhhhyes babygirl. Take every inch of that cock. Fuck me good……you’re so fuckin good....Mmmm…” He was practically sobbing, it felt so good. They were filthy, that pair. They always did this to him. Every hotel room. Every fuckin stop. Pretending they didn’t want him to hear their raunchy groans. But they did. They knew he was stroking his dick. He liked to think they did anyway.

He liked to imagine Steve’s curious, jealous leering as Y/N wrapped her hands around his dick. To see him watch his girlfriend lick the tip of another man’s dick and pump his shaft to the very sight of it. Let him play with and taste her wet pussy while she writhed beneath his fingers-to dip his fingers into her. Make her taste herself while his best friend watched him dominate his girlfriend. Have her groaning in exhausted ecstasy, covered in fingerprints and his cum-

“Sssshit.....” he shuddered in a satisfied hiss, cum jerking from his dick and hitting his chest, face and pillow. His ragged breaths caught up with him as he stared at the ceiling, listening to them both come in the room next to him. Then it was mostly quiet. Save for the ringing in his ears from a positively powerful orgasm. He groaned a little and swallowed, shifting himself into a better position to slip into a good sleep for the night, listening to the low sound of their incoherent voices. He was a beautiful mess, covered in his own sick needy desperation for a woman he didn’t have. Would probably never have.

#marvel #reader insert #fanfic #bucky angst #steve x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #jealousy #steve x reader x bucky #one sided pining #thirstnotes

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 39 - Babysitting.

------Daniel's point of view------

Daniel: It was about 30 minutes after the guys had left, that I noticed Evan sleeping in a garden chair. I walked over to him and pushed his foot lightly with mine Hey man! You're sleeping! I chuckled softly, but as there were no response I tabbed his foot a little harder. Still no response. Evan?… Evan? I padded his hand softly Oi man! I padded a bit harder Evan! I flipped his forehead pretty hard, just to teach him not to sleep on the job!

Evan: He mumbled something

Daniel: Hey! You're sleeping jackass. Let's get you to bed!

Evan: Fuck you man! He rubbed his forehead lightly and grunted Where's my beer?

Daniel: First of all, you haven't had beer the whole day… plenty of other shit to judge by your drunk ass, but I never saw a beer in your hands. Secondly, you're so drunk you passed out in a garden chair… so you're going to bed, whether you like it or not. And third, you missed out on Andy and Congo taking off.

Evan: He frowned and looked around the garden They left already?

Daniel: Already? It's way past midnight!

Evan: He grunted something and tried to stand up, but failed and fell face forwards down on the grass with a loud bump

Daniel: That's it! I'm dragging your ass to bed before you hurt yourself! I grabbed him under both arms and dragged him up. Quickly wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders and literally started dragging him to bed, as he refused to walk. I let him dump down on the bed, and headed for the bathroom, I knew Congo had some glass standing in the cabinet, and it was about time Evan got some fluids in his body… something without a % added to the name. I quickly found a big glass, filled it with water and joined Evan who had now kicked his boots and his pants off, cursing as he was now trying desperately to unbutton his shirt

Evan: Stupid fucking sssshit!!! I fucking hate this piece of

Daniel: I grabbed his left hand and placed the glass in it Drink! And let me take care of this! I grabbed the top button of his shirt and quickly opened it, then the next one, and the next one and the next one, and the

Evan: HEY! He slapped my hand away as I reached the button just above his belly button

Daniel: Relax! You're too drunk for me to find any interest in you right now!

Evan: He glared at me

Daniel: Drink your fucking water or I'll go call for your dad!

Evan: He glared even more but after few seconds decided he didn't dare to try me, so he drank it all in one go and put the glass on the bedside table

Daniel: I quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and took his shirt off, pushing him gently so he fell down into the bed with a dissatisfied grunt Right… you stay here now! I don't wanna see you out there again more tonight, is that clear? You need sleep! Now!

Evan: He kept glaring at me, but then suddenly something changed in his eyes. A sadness appeared and his face changed, making him look almost like a lost puppy Did they really leave?

Daniel: Yeah… about 45 minutes ago?

Evan: He nodded softly and sighed

Daniel: They will be back again Sunday night, you're aware of that, right?

Evan: I guess so he pulled his shoulders

Daniel: Evan, this is their home, and you're here. Of course they will be back.

Evan: Yeah. I know. It's just the depression talking. Go outside and have fun with the others… I'll be okay.

Daniel: Somehow he didn't quite convince me, so I looked around for an ashtray. Right. As I found an ashtray I grabbed down in my pocket and dragged out the little tin I always stashed my joints in, grabbed one and lit it on fire. Alright, I'm bringing in the big guns now, which means this is my good night joint… which means you move over to whatever side you wanna live in, cause I'm gonna sleep here tonight.

Evan: He looked at me questioning

Daniel: Sleep Evan! I didn't say fondle you all night. Relax. I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself… unlike someone else I pointed my tongue at him and blew a big cloud of smoke out in his face Today Evan…

Evan: He grunted and moved much against his will and quickly pulled the blanket over himself

Daniel: I sat down on the bed and took my boots off, handing him the joint Careful with that one… you're only allowed a few drags. This one might just send you sleeping for days! I chuckled softly and took of my shirt and pants, then grabbed the joint again, making sure he wouldn't get too much. And as I laid down I smoked on it a few minutes before I spoke again in a soft voice Are you okay?

Evan: Shook his head Not really.

Daniel: Yeah, I figured. So what happened with you and Clover?

Evan: Can we not? I feel fucking bad about it!

Daniel: But… nothing happened right? I mean, how far did it go?

Evan: I dunno, it's all very blurry. She kissed me I think… and he grunted she sorta had her hand down my pants….

Daniel: I chuckled lightly Yeah, that does sound like something a drunk Clover would do.

Evan: He kept quiet

Daniel: But you didn't do anything, did you?

Evan: No. But I might have.

Daniel: What do you mean? I turned my head and looked at him questioning

Evan: I don't know. I seem to do a lot of stupid shit these days.

Daniel: Like what?

Evan: Can we just let it go? He sighed deeply and suddenly got tears in his eyes

Daniel: I quickly killed the last bit of joint in the ashtray and turned to my side so I could better look at him Look, I know this offer might not be welcome. So I'll just throw it out there, but let you know there's no hidden intentions. Back at the ranch when Andy had really bad nights, before you came up there and stole him from me I chuckled softly I used to cuddle up with Andy when Congo wasn't around. And he was more than capable of finding comfort in that. I know your answer will be no. But I just wanna let you know I'm more than capable of keeping it in my pants. And I'm here, in case you need anything. I'll just push play on the movie I can see is paused and then turn off the light so you can get some sleep. But, I'm right here if you need anything. You aren't alone. I smiled softly even though he didn't look at me, and turned around, finding the remote and pushing play. I turned off the light and laid down, picking up another blanket that had fallen on the ground and wrapped it around me. I watched about 5 minutes of the movie, before Evan turned to lay on his side with his back against me, and suddenly spoke in an almost whisper

Evan: Could you please hold me?

Daniel: I waited a bit to try to figure if he was speaking in his sleep or not

Evan: Daniel?

Daniel: I turned quickly and moved a bit closer, slowly wrapping my arms around him, feeling and hearing him sigh deep and relieved like Andy used to do. And that's how we fell asleep. I woke up next morning, early and found him shaking in the bathroom, curled up in a corner. I squatted down in front of him and placed my hands on his knees. Hey… what's wrong?

Evan: He looked at me with scared red eyes I think I'm…. no I am certain I will lose him. I feel him slowly slip away…. like he's so out of reach I will never be able to touch him again! He held his hands in front of his face and observed them like he had never seen them before, like they weren't a part of his body. And then I noticed they were filled with blood

Daniel: I grabbed his wrists hard and looked at his knuckles, quickly letting my eyes run over the room, and then I saw one of the bathroom cabinets were busted up Did you fucking break that with your bare hands?!

Evan: He looked up at me confused

Daniel: I nodded at the cabinet

Evan: He looked at it confused I guess?

Daniel: I sighed softly You're beginning to freak me out a bit. Maybe spending so much time with Andy makes you get too affected. This seems more like something Andy would do, and then black out? I sighed softly and got up, searched the cabinet on the wall for a soft wash cloth, and turned on the water tab, waiting for the water to get warm before I made the cloth wet I can't understand why you went to this bathroom anyway? You always use the second one right? I squad down and gently grabbed his right hand, dabbing the wet cloth over his knuckles. Once the blood was off it didn't look so bad after all. When I was done, I cleaned the other one as well. Should I call someone?

Evan: He sighed softly and shook his head I just need sleep.

Daniel: I nodded softly and grabbed his arm, yanking him up, and walked him to the bed. He didn't look at me, he didn't talk. I had no idea if I should call anyone. What the right thing would be to do. If I called Andy or Congo, they would come home and miss out on the mini honey moon. If I called George… who knows? So I just sat there, observing him for a while, before he spoke again.

Evan: You're starring.

Daniel: I chuckled softly Sorry.

Evan: Lay down and shut up.

Daniel: I pointed my tongue at him, but did as he said

Evan: He didn't speak for about 10 minutes, but then he turned and looked at me with the same red eyes as before I can't sleep. Make me sleep… please.

Daniel: I chuckled softly Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it! I bit my lips cheekily but grabbed for my pants and dragged out my joint tin, lighting a joint, which I quickly handed to him.

Evan: He grunted softly and turned to his back, letting his eyes drift to a spot on the ceiling as he started smoking Talk to me… it's too fucking quiet without him here. It drives me insane!

Daniel: I chuckled softly, even if I knew it wasn't a joke, but this new mood he was in made me feel awkward. I didn't know what to do? Andy had always been a mess, he had just crashed, but was pretty much the same guy though. Evan on the other hand, now seemed very different? I wasn't used to him showing strong feelings like this. So I was way out of my league. Where was Sparkle when I needed her? She would be good with things like this! I sighed deep They will be back you know… tomorrow night, it's not much more than 24 hours. I'm sure we can work it out somehow. Maybe we could go somewhere? How about seeing some old friends, or get together with the band? We could jam a bit or record something?

Evan: He sighed deep and shook his head softly Not exactly in the mood for people.

Daniel: So how about just staying in with some movies for the weekend? I don't exactly have any plans anyway, I can take my phone off sound, and we can just barricade the doors and order junkfood?

Evan: He grunted softly Just talk…

Daniel: I'm trying my best…

Evan: Just talk, I just need some sound in the room… I really don't care what you have to say, just say something.

Daniel: I smiled softly Alright… so… your dad seems to like Gizmo a lot, I think he's sorta ready to adopt him, so you might get a little brother soon? I chuckled softly Uhm… he's doing fine over at the house, but I think he sorta has OCD. He cleans all the time man!! All the fucking time!

Evan: He forced a small smile Yeah, he does that.

Daniel: I chuckled warmly Well not that the house couldn't use it, I'm not exactly the most tidy person, and Sparkle is too tiny to keep up with all that mess. That's also why we spend so much time at her place, it's cleaner, and there's food. And I like her cats. They're fun to play with. Oh and the other day, this girl came by, one of Sparkles friends, I think I might ask them for a threesome. She's so fucking hot Evan! You have no clue! Nice petite girl like Sparkle, very innocent looking, almost Lolita like I bit my lips Mmm mmm, I would really like a piece or ten of that, I'm just not sure Sparkle would be up for a threesome, she's not exactly into girls. Maybe I should try Ruby? I think she could be game! I just kinda can't stand her face any longer, it reminds me of her brother. Parker I kinda hissed the name out I still can't believe he almost… that slimy jackass, if I ever catch him again I will fucking teach him a lesson! She told him no, I heard it! I was standing right there observing them! And still he tried to get her panties off. I in no way regret I broke his fucking wrist, I should have broken more!

Evan: He looked at me with clearly stoned eyes He did what?

Daniel: I shook my head and grabbed the joint You shouldn't smoke more of this… you can barely keep your eyes open

Evan: He grunted softly What did Parker do?

Daniel: I groaned and took a deep drag of the joint He tried to fuck her alright, that's not really a problem except he's a fucking dick, and very bad company, so I would like her to keep her ass away from people like that, she's too easy to drag into shit, and she has had enough of that already with the fucking A-hole! But, problem was she didn't want to, and I walked in on them luckily, I heard her say no, quite a few times. And there were no doubt she meant it, it was loud, strong and convincing. She even told him he hurt her, and he still kept going, there was no way he could have misunderstood anything. She was very clear. Well, he didn't get anywhere as I was there obviously. And I broke his wrist and may have dislocated his shoulder as well, unless he did that by stumbling out of the door? Hm? I tilted my head and imagined the whole thing in my head again I'm hungry. I sat up straight and looked at Evan you want something from upstairs?

Evan: He shook his head lightly Just a bottle of water.

Daniel: I sighed softly You need to eat something or you will never get through this weekend. Trust me, things were always easier for Andy when he ate a bit.

Evan: He shook his head lightly No thanks. Later.

Daniel: I sighed softly and went upstairs, quickly checking my phone to see if I had any messages or unanswered calls. One message from Sparkle; 'Remember tomorrow we have the exhibition at my work, you're my date, pick me up at 8, or I will find someone else to booty call :P ' I chuckled warmly and grinned wide 'booty call' yeah, I could sure use some booty about now. Now where was I? I looked around me a bit* EVAAAAAAAN!!!

Evan: He stayed quiet

Daniel: EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Evan: FOOD!! You went for food.

Daniel: Oh yeah. THANKS MAN!! I quickly headed for the fridge, grabbing some left overs from the wedding, and then spotted a small bowl of fruit salad. Everyone used to chop fruits like mad when Andy used to feel bad. Fruit salad and soups were pretty much the only thing he lived of back then. I looked at the bowl a few seconds then grabbed it alongside two bottles of water. Now how the fuck was I gonna carry all this? I looked down myself and stuck one of the bottles of water down the elastic of my boxers. ABORT!!!! ABORT!!!!!! FUCK!!!!! TOO COLD TOO COLD!!!!! I ran downstairs and quickly placed my plate of food and water bottle on the table, and ripped the bottle out of my pants, throwing it to Evan. Fuck that was cold man!!!

Evan: He looked at me with unimpressed eyes You know, you could have brought it on a tray. There's like 3-4 trays next to the fridge… at least.

Daniel: I glared at him

Evan: Just saying. He grabbed the water and shook it a bit So I get the dick water?

Daniel: Yes… that's the punishment for being a wise ass.

Evan: He grunted and sat up slowly, and quickly drank about half the bottle

Daniel: As he was done and put away the bottle, I slowly reached the bowl with fruits towards him

Evan: He frowned and shook his head slowly

Daniel: Evan, I insist. Look I get it, you feel like shit and they probably shouldn't have left you behind, but I'm pretty sure it was your choice. I'm pretty sure you put their needs in front of yours, cause we both know, if you had just asked them to stay, or at least asked to take you with them they would have. But it's fine, that's how you are, you're a sweet selfless guy, just like Congo. So fine, so be it. But if I have to stay here and keep you company, you gotta fucking eat. At least humor me and eat this fruit. Andy was 1000 times worse than you, and he managed to force it down, so really there's no excuse here. Eat!

Evan: He frowned, then grabbed the bowl and started eating with his fingers

Daniel: I observed him a bit So… if you're not gonna use that fork, can I have it? Cause I forgot one for myself.

Evan: He sighed softly and handed me the fork

Daniel: I smiled bright and eagerly started to eat my food. It was just as delicious as the night before.

Evan: He gave up through half of the small bowl and laid down. Sighing deeply

Daniel: We were both quiet as I finished my food, I suddenly felt the quietness as well. It was almost too loud, if that makes sense? So as I was done eating and put the plate on the table, I sipped my water and quickly made it to the stereo in the pool section of the tv room. I moved around Andy's playlists a bit, trying to find something relaxing. And as I found a fitting playlist, I chose a song and pushed play. It was about time to kill this deafening silence!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGRiwLgf6no&list=PL749BAAA754189622&index=66 I made it back to bed and laid down next to him, lighting a second joint. If we couldn't figure some other way to kill time, we could at least get stoned as fuck! Along the song, I started softly singing. It was one of Andy's all time favorite songs, and I guess the lyrics were rather beautiful. If one were to really listen. It just had that certain gloomy Andy vibe, but also a big warm heart, magic and beauty.

Evan: His voice was deep and hoarse You know, if you trained a bit…. you actually wouldn't be a terrible singer.

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse I take that as a compliment.

Evan: Well, I don't care how you take it. It was meant as a compliment.

Daniel: I took another big drag and handed the joint to him.

Evan: He took a big drag and stretched one arm behind his head, and for few seconds turned his head to look at me, before he returned to stare at the ceiling I feel like something bad is gonna happen.

Daniel: Like what?

Evan: No response

Daniel: Can you be more specific?

Evan: Still no response

Daniel: I pulled my shoulders. I guess he couldn't. We stayed like this the next 30 minutes, listening to one song after another, slowly smoking the joint, and even after it was long gone, no one said anything. The room was dark although it was daylight outside. The curtains did a good job at keeping the light out, and if I didn't know better I would say it was way past midnight. Only the small bedside lamp gave an orange deep warm light on the bed. The rest of the room was almost dark as the night. Only a small light reaching us from the stairs, letting us know it was still day outside. Right. This weekend is gonna be fucking long unless someone tries to light the mood a bit! I laid there for 5 minutes, trying to come up with something to do or talk about, and then my fucking Daniel brain kicked in Hey… so… what's going on with you and Congo? I saw you dancing at the wedding…

Evan: He sighed deeply That was just a dance.

Daniel: Yeah, I would have assumed too, but then there were your dirty tshirt in Andy's car… that was clearly cum stains

Evan: An old one. His voice sounded unimpressed and like he couldn't care less, maybe I was wrong? Maybe it was just hopeful thinking of my dirty brain?

Daniel: Was I gonna give up though? Nahhh! So, you didn't fuck yet?

Evan: Scoffed No. Daniel.

Daniel: But you blew him?

Evan: No.

Daniel: He blew you?

Evan: He clearly turned tense. OMFG!!! I could have burst out laughing right there, but decided to keep it cool

Daniel: Right… so he gave you a blowjob, and now you don't know what to do with yourself. You're still straight as a ruler, but it also felt good, right? Well, I know how good he is, so I KNOW it felt good, I don't even have to question that. So you're a straight guy who happens to like getting blowjobs from guys. Big fucking deal! You need to talk about it though, or it will eat your brain.

Evan: He grunted There's nothing to talk about.

Daniel: So you didn't go ballistic on the shower cabin because you and him happened to have a thing out there? Come on Evan, you're THAT transparent! I have known you since we were teens. You HATE violence. Even against dead things. And why would you try to kill a shower cabin because of Andy? That shit just doesn't add up. I might not always know what goes on around me, but I'm not completely lost. And I can still put two and two together. So what happened? He blew you in the shower and now you feel guilty towards Andy, even if I am 100% sure Andy would let you do whatever you wanted to do with Congo, even without asking.

Evan: He just kept fucking quiet again. Okay okay… I see what you're doing there. I'll drag it out of you one way or another!

Daniel: I grabbed the bowl of fruit and casually ate a few pieces, pretending I had let the conversation go. I was gonna ninja my way through this one… sneak attack him. You know, you should try to eat a bit more… there's some honey down here in the bottom. Some sugar would do you good.

Evan: He didn't answer

Daniel: Are you there?

Evan: Yeah…. he suddenly sounded way stoned and suddenly I felt the joint kick in in my end as well. Guess the master ninja just got his own ass sneak attacked!

Daniel: Here… open up I gently pushed a honey covered strawberry against his lips, and to my surprise he actually ate it! This was not sexy at all… no, don't think about it. And watching a bit of honey run down his chin…. nah… piece of cake…. piece of fucking cake! I grabbed a slice of melon and wondered if I could do it again, or if it was a fluke. Nope… that one fucking went in as well as soon as I pressed it against his lips. I tilted my head and observed him with an eager grin. Ahh so you're a feeder, you like to be fed huh? Well guess what, Evan, I like to feed people, specially when they are so down right eatable as you are! I wondered what else I could squeeze through those lips? But decided to pick a piece of pineapple instead. Yep that one went in as well, leaving a thick coat of honey on his lips, and more dripping down his chin. Damn it was so tempting to just lean over and… specially if him and Congo had really done something together. Who's not to say he wouldn't let me do it then…?

Evan: You're starring.

Daniel: Damn! Sorry… it's just… you have…. I tabbed a finger against my chin

Evan: He grunted softly and dried a finger over his chin

Daniel: Yeah… you just made it worse.

Evan: He rolled his eyes and dried once again

Daniel: I chuckled softly Yeah, it's just all over your chin now.

Evan: Yes, thank you Einstein, I felt that!

Daniel: I chuckled warmly

Evan: Well, do something instead of just laughing.

Daniel: I grinned wide

Evan: No Daniel! Get me some paper.

Daniel: That just wont do… it will just stick to your skin.

Evan: Well, find something wet then for fuck sake! he was clearly starting to get annoyed and in immediate need of help.

Daniel: So I quickly bend forwards and planted a long lick from the tip of his chin and over his lips, laughing loudly as he punched me. It was worth it!

Evan: The fuck man! He chuckled softly and wrinkled his nose was that necessary?!

Daniel: Yup.

Evan: And my lips too? He quickly dried them with the back of his hand

Daniel: Definitely. They were filled with honey too.

Evan: He sighed softly and shook his head, then laid back down.

Daniel: Well that didn't work out. We stayed quiet for about 10 minutes, just once again listening to the music. Boy this was boring! I turned to my side and observed him. His eyes was closed now, so at least he didn't notice I was starring. He was laying there, dressed but.. man I wanted him to be undressed. I knew there were a limit, so I had no intention stepping over that… but sometimes limits can be pushed just a tiny bit, or at least tried…. limits can be tried… right? Am I right? I licked my lips and sighed as I turned to my back again. So let me guess….

Evan: He grunted slightly annoyed

Daniel: Well at least he didn't fall asleep You were feeling bad…. and you needed some comfort…. so a hug turned into a handjob… and a handjob turned into a blowjob… And it felt good, so you let your guards down and let yourself swim away in it. So far away that you even in some ways started feeling something for him, or at least a feeling of being fully comforted? So now you're a mess and all over the place. Not knowing what to do with this relationship any longer, and what your position in it is after this.

Evan: He grunted

Daniel: Do you want to be involved with Congo?

Evan: No. The irritation in his voice was growing

Daniel: Does he want to be involved with you? I'm pretty sure he's the one relationship kind of guy. So… what's there to be confused about? If you didn't feel anything, and he didn't either, stop the fucking worrying and just enjoy it for what it was. Comfort. A chance for feeling good for a change.

Evan: He sighed deeply

Daniel: But it's still confusing. Right. So tell me, is this confusing too? Without any warning I planted my hand on the bulge in his pants and gave it a firm squeeze, without removing my hand I bet this is pretty simple. Maybe even uncomfortable for you. So, you're clearly not into dudes. However, you're into getting fucking relieved the pressure and pain once in a while… and sometimes it just takes a little extra when the darkness gets extra heavy. So suck it up pumpkin, and don't ask for it again if you can't handle the aftermath. I'm pretty sure Congo isn't obsessing over it, and if he is, it's probably because he worries about your sorry ass. He did you a solid, hoping it would help you. Where's the point in that if you aren't gonna benefit from it? I sighed softly and grunted, staying silent for a few minutes

Evan: Daniel…

Daniel: Evan?

Evan: Your hand.

Daniel: I removed it quickly Oh yeah… sorry.

#unicornmanes #triggerwarnings:#slight mentioning of depression #very short scene with violence against inanimate object #Evan Thompson #Daniel Thompson

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trendyshadowqueen · 1 year

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Diego : My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.  Aaron: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Diego : sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-  Aaron: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??  Diego : BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Aaron: Any tips on how to make someone like me?  Diego : Try to make them laugh all the time.  Aaron: Oh, wow! You actually help me for once, and it's even good advice!  Diego : Yeah, the more they laugh, the more time they spend with their eyes closed, so it'd be easier.

Aaron: Diego , can I ask you a question?  Diego : Sure, anything.  Aaron: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

Aaron: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you.  Diego : This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool!  Aaron: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

Aaron: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.  Diego : My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

Diego : Why would you think any of this was a good idea?  Aaron: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.  Diego :  Aaron: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

Diego : Aaron, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.  Aaron: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Aaron: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.  Diego : Oh, that was all real.  Aaron: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!  Diego : If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

Aaron, throwing their head into Diego 's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!  Diego , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Real<3

#asks #diego santos #aaron lewis #sleeplessnights #<3 #i love them

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oh-three · 2 years

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Incorrect Guard Quotes (Part 6)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Linaleh: "Trouble at 2 o'clock!" Brakan: looks down at his watch Brakan: "Now, how do you know that?"

Jurr: “What are you writing?” Rakesh: “The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.” Linaleh, looking over Rakesh's shoulder: “This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.”

Vori: “I'm very scary.” Loktof: “You're about as scary as a wet kitten.” Vori: “Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.” Loktof: “And small.” Vori: Vori: “...Yeah, yeah. I guess. “

Brakan: “I don’t mean to be rude—” Tindri: “Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.”

Vori: “sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-” Rakesh: “...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??” Vori: “BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!”

Linaleh: “Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.” Loktof: “How so?” Linaleh: “It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.”

Tindri: “Go big or go home!” Jurr: “Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.” Tindri: “I'm going big!”

Jurr: “You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.” Rakesh: “Actually, Jurr, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.”

Tindri: “I desire moisture.” Rakesh: “Please just say 'I want water' like a normal person.”

Brakan: eating a cinnamon roll Loktof: “Cannibalism.” Brakan: confused chewing noises

Vori: “Are you mad?” Loktof: “No.” Vori: “So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?”

Rakesh, watching Loktof & Linaleh panic: “What's going on?” Tindri: “Loktof is having a midlife crisis and Linaleh is just having a crisis.”

Vori: “Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business.” Jurr: “No, well, actually, it is.” Vori: “You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me."

Rakesh: “What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!” Tindri: “Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!”

Linaleh: “Alright, listen up you little shits.” Linaleh: “Not you, Brakan. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.”

Rakesh: “Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.” Rakesh: “Everything will be fine. You have no choice.” Tindri: “What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?” Rakesh: “Ominous positivity.”

Tindri: “So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Jurr and not do the thing.” Tindri: “Well there’s a clear right answer here.” Tindri: proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke

Linaleh: “I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.”

Vori: “Why would you think any of this was a good idea?” Rakesh: “Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.” Vori: Rakesh: “I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.”

Brakan: “Look, Rakesh, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.”

Vori: shoves her hand in the slot of a toaster Brakan: Vori: “…I get confused sometimes.” Brakan: “Me too.”

Linaleh: “I wasn’t that drunk.” Rakesh: “You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.” Linaleh: “BECAUSE YOU ARE!”

Tindri: “We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.” Vori: “Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.” Tindri: “Not when you’re playing with Rakesh, it’s not. He puts words like 'ephemeral' and I put 'dog.’”

Linaleh: “Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!” Jurr: “It's kind of complicated, but Rakesh-” Linaleh: “Got it. Forget I asked.”

Vori: “I have a problem.” Rakesh: “Kill it.” Vori: “Can you chill for like, two seconds?”

Brakan: “I'll offer you some friendly advice-” Rakesh: “I don't want your advice.” Brakan: “Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.”

Tindri: “When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?” Linaleh: “wHat?” Tindri: “I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.” Linaleh: “Can we go back to the part when you said 'when I get murdered'?”

Loktof: “I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.”

Vori: “Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!” Rakesh: “I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.”

Tindri, peeling a banana: “May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.” Rakesh: “Do you think other people can’t hear you?”

Brakan & Vori: accidentally set the kitchen on fire Brakan: “We need an adult!” Vori: “Brakan, you are an adult!” Brakan: “We need an adultier adult! Get Linaleh!”

Linaleh: “What is the one thing I told you not to do?” Brakan: “Burn the house down.” Linaleh: “And what did you do?” Brakan: “I made dinner.” Linaleh: Brakan: Linaleh: Brakan: “And burnt the house down.”

Linaleh: “I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and I feel like that’s more accurate.”

Jurr: “Are you drinking enough water?” Tindri: “Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.”

Loktof: “Rakesh is forbidden from monologuing.”

Linaleh: “What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter?” Jurr: “Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes.” Tindri: “Because I condone murder and cannibalism.”

Vori: “That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Loktof?” Loktof: “No.” Vori: “I think I speak for Loktof when I say it sounds really super.”

*Tindri drunkenly wanders around the house and Vori is drunkenly giggling* Linaleh, completely sober: sighs “Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Rakesh.” Rakesh, going to his room: “Nope, just you.” shuts door

Vori: “I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.” Linaleh: “Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?” Tindri: “I think that’s the point.” Vori: “Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.”

Rakesh: “I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as…people I met.”

Vori: “Say no to drugs.” Tindri: “Say yes to drugs.” Linaleh: “It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs...then you're on drugs.”

Tindri: “Did you hear that!? Rakesh just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!” Loktof: “...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.”

Linaleh: “If we lose, you’re out of the will.” Rakesh: “I was in the will?”

Linaleh: “I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.” Vori & Rakesh: Rakesh: “Only one...?"

Brakan: “There was a motor close to where I am right now.” Vori: “A motor- a motorcycle?” Brakan: “Oh sorry, a murder.” Linaleh: “That escalated quickly.”

Tindri: "Pick a card, any card." Rakesh: "Fine." Tindri: "Wait, that's my credit card!" Rakesh: "You said any card."

Linaleh: “Loktof... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?” Loktof: “Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.” Linaleh: Linaleh: “I wrote sanitize, Loktof.”

Vori: “As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.”

Hairdresser: “How would you like your hair cut?” Tindri: “Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass."

Vori: “What is your favourite mythical story?” Rakesh: “The Story Of My Will To Live.” Vori: “I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.”

Linaleh: “I’m not a doctor I’m a medic.” Vori: “What’s the difference then?” Linaleh: “Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.” Brakan: “Note to self: never get shot.”

Rakesh: “We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.” Loktof: “We’re not friends.” Rakesh, holding an axe: “We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.”

Tindri, after having a nosebleed: “Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.”

Rakesh, pointing to the wall: “What color is this?” Jurr: “Gray.” Brakan: “Grey.” Rakesh, turning to Vori: “Now tell them what color you think it is.” Vori: “Dark white.”

Linaleh: “You remind me of the ocean.” Rakesh: “Because I'm deep and mysterious?” Linaleh: “No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.”

Tindri: “Can you pass the salt?” Rakesh: “Can you pass away?” Tindri: “Too much salt.“

Vori: “Look, Brakan! It's the good Kush!” Brakan: “It's the dollar store, how good can it be? “

Linaleh: “Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?” Tindri: “Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.” Linaleh: “Okay, yeah thanks, Tindri, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?”

Vori: “That sounds like a terrible plan.” Rakesh: “Oh, we've had worse."

Linaleh, about Loktof: “Rakesh, he’s an asshole! He has purposely stabbed you on more than one occasion!” Rakesh: “Some of those stabbings were accidental!” Linaleh: Loktof: “Okay, well, I know for a fact the third time was accidental.”

Linaleh: “Hey, are you okay?” Tindri: “Yeah.” Linaleh: “You don't look okay...” Tindri: “Then stop looking."

*Linaleh sends more than 5 messages in a row* Rakesh: “I ain’t reading all that.” Rakesh: “I’m happy for you tho.” Rakesh: “Or sorry that happened.”

#no but the monologuing one came out like that first try #I'm dying #star wars also now has lego star wars in it #rip fourth wall #incorrect quotes #jedi temple guard #ocs #grand inquisitor

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shikagemaru · 7 days

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Mum-Ra: "Why aren't you purple?"

Cobra Commander: "the fuck you mean!?"

Megatron: "Why don't you have any purple in your outfit? We all have purple on us. It's like a team badguy thing."

Cobra Commander: "Oh yeah!? What about himmm?" *points at Vader* "his sssshit issss like totally black!"

Vader: "...."

Mum-Ra: "Hey, that's not cool."

Shredder: "Yeah, man."

Cobra Commander: "The fuck!?"

Skeletor: "Isn't he like, disabled or something!?"

Vader: "...."

Cobra Commander: "The fuck does that have to do with any- !?"

Megatron: "Not cool, man."

Cobra Commander: "I feel like I'm high! Am I fucking high!? Did you pricks drug me again!?"

Vader: *peels aside a panel on his suit revealing a panel of purple velvet underneath*

Cobra Commander: "No! I call Bullshit!"

Megatron: "Hey man, chill out. It's not worth the oil pressure."

Cobra Commander: "I don't wanna wear purple guyssss, I'll look like a bruissssed ssssscrotum with thissss massssk!"

Shredder: *snickering* "Yeah you will."

Mum-Ra: "Nerd."

#nerd culture #supervillains #team badguy #i saw this image on Marcel Comics on Facebook and couldn't resist writing this up

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lesbianstarlightglimmer · 3 years

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night

#meows #woof! i spent 3 hours attempting to make an animation then quit then spent another nearly 2 hours salvaging the good bits to make #just a normal drawing! and i dont remember a second of the 5 hours passing by! anyways its nearly 1 am and i havent even showered #and i didnt get ahead on my hw like i meant to :')))) but hey i finished my 5 page short story for my theories class so thats something righ #*right? plus the rest of the day was just me trying to avoid my f*ther bc he was in a fucking bad mood and was acting like a child #and i was NOT having any of that sssshit!#so i think i deserved that 5 hours of whatever the fuck

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zazasthingsfoundcoolornice · 2 years

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10: Get your hand off my shield!

Y/n : There's like a million other shields.

10: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers.

Y/n : *hits 10 with the shield* Oops! Now this one has blood on it.

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Y/n : And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

10: You mean you stabbed them?

Y/n : They ran into my knife.

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10: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gunna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?

Y/n : Why should I feed you if your just gunna die anyways?

10:

10: I'll go make my bed-

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10: I wasn’t that drunk.

Y/n : You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.

10: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

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10: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Y/n : LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Y/n : sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-

10: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??

Y/n : BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

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10: Am I in trouble?

Y/n : Take a guess.

10: No?

Y/n : Take another guess.

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Y/n : When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

10: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Y/n : Holy moly-

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10: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.

Y/n : What makes you say that?

10: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?

Y/n : 10... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?

10: *screams in anger*

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10: May luck (and this picture of Y/n eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

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Y/n : If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

10: ...We're on the ground floor.

Y/n : I know but I want a dramatic exit.

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Y/n : I'm bored, any suggestions?

10: Sleeping is nice.

Y/n : I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

#incorrect quotes #doctor who #x y/n

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kenyizsuartblog · 3 years

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StarCraft II - Taking a Break

Despite what most Nerazim and Tal'darim believed, Khalai protoss did have their own version of privacy, even prior to the loss of the Khala. Although all Khalai protoss had been connected once through the Khala, each individual had their own private "corner" where they could keep mental musings and images they did not wish for the collective. Physical touch, however, strengthens the psyonic contact between two or more protoss, to the point where such hidden thoughts and feelings are basically non-existent. Therefore in Khalai culture acts like public hand-holding was, and still is, a huge deal, and is undeniable evidence of the relationship of the protoss involved. Some even argue that such a behavior might as well be a "synonym" for the proprosal itself. oooOOOooo

A not as fast as I have hoped, but still relaxing and fun sketch, mostly inspired by this epic music titled Lara. Now, again, I am not a "shipper", and for multiple, multiple reasons I'd prefer not to be associated with that.... well, "community" is too generous. Let's go with "WW2 minefield", I think that is more fitting. So I would not like to be involved with that WW2 minefield in any shape or form, thank you. I am, however, a big fan of character-driven stories, and I am happy to get behind a pairing if that pairing actually works and isn't creepy as sssshit, you know. Hell, I can show interest towards Artanis-Vorazun ships too, I think they can work very well. Why Artanis-Selendis? I dunno, shared history I guess. Would be nice to one day chart it out a bit more, see if it can truly work. Also, my girl Selendis has criminally small spotlight. She is (possibly) the hero of the Brood War saga, come on, maaan!

So please enjoy this relaxing sketch, as we wait for spring to finally come back.

2021.01.17.

#starcraft 2 #starcraft fanart #artanis #selendis #Protoss #kenyizsu art #not so quick sketch #but damn it was relaxing #illustration

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sparkkeyper · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 14: Heat Exhaustion

Yeah I'm basically finishing WIPs and then trying to find a prompt that fits them, haha. The time period on this one is vague, but probably somewhere pre-Great Flood.

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It wasn't the first time the demon Crawly had been discorporated.

It wasn't even the worst, all things considered. It had been quick, at least, and he'd even brought a few of his murderers with him when he ended up Below. The paperwork was almost worth it to see the looks on their faces when they realized where they were.

But finally, after ages of red tape and very pointed threats from his superiors, he'd been issued a new corporation and had made his way topside again.

The entrances to Hell were ever-shifting these days in an attempt to keep up with the movement of the humans who had multiplied into the tens of thousands and spread out across multiple continents. The defiled ground Crawly crawled out of was over two dozen miles from the town of his next temptation assignment, so he brushed the dirt off his clothes and began the long walk.

And was it ever a long walk.

It was the height of summer and the weather was determined to live up to expectations. The sun beat down mercilessly against the black fabric of Crawly's robe and he pulled his hood lower against it.

It took him two hours to find the trade road, by which time the sun was already high in the mid-morning sky and he was thoroughly irritated. Something felt off but he couldn't put his finger on it. He cursed the arid climate, he cursed the empty open space between settlements, he cursed the scrawny trees that weren't even tall enough to shade the road, he cursed the weather and the seasons and the sun itself. It didn't make him feel any better, of course, and he cursed that fact too.

He trudged on. The journey was monotonous, as long journeys often were. There were little in the way of landmarks and it felt like he was looking at the same trees and shrubs over and over again. In fact they seemed to shimmer, almost double up.

Crawly rubbed his eyes. The heat was getting to him, making him lightheaded and miserable. Well at least he wasn't soaked in sweat-

Oh.

Oh no.

It finally clicked what was wrong. He wasn't sweating. At all.

A quick check confirmed that everywhere that should be sweaty and disgusting by now - armpits, scalp, back, crotch, etc - was completely bone dry. "Sssshit," he muttered, a hiss slipping through. Closing his eyes, he ran something close to a diagnostic on the human systems inside him. He could control some of them to a degree - breathing and heartbeat, for example, he didn't technically need but the processes were built automatic into the corporation and it took more effort to override them than he usually cared to spend - but others were out of his hands.

He could feel nothing from the systems in charge of temperature regulation. "Sssshit!" The corporation was defective. Crawly cursed a blue streak at Downstairs' incompetence. He'd be lucky if he made it anywhere near his assigned town in this state, much less through an entire temptation. Would it kill Hell to at least give him a waterskin when they sent him back up? Hydration wouldn't do much with a corporation in this condition but it would be something.

First things first, he needed to get out of the sun. There was precious little escape from it out here, but if he could make it far enough down the road, hopefully he could find an inn or a caravan or even a cave he could use for shelter.

Crawly stepped up his pace.

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He'd lost track of time by now. All the landscape looked the same. It felt like he'd been walking for ages but he couldn't tell if he'd gone one mile or ten. Every time he tried to remember the geography of this region, his thoughts struggled to focus on anything.

The sun blazed down on him. He'd shed every layer but the basic tunic and hood in an effort not to trap more heat, but it was already a lost cause. He could feel the mounting flush under his skin as the heat throbbed with nowhere to go. He blew across his forearms as much as he could reach but it brought him no relief. His breath was coming fast and shallow, his heartbeat quick and erratic in his chest...

The path spun alarmingly and Crawly stumbled, losing his balance as the world dipped to the side. He staggered into the paltry shade of a young tree and sank to the ground. A rest. He needed...

The last thing he needed was to discorporate so soon after being issued a new body. Dagon would be furious. There would be a fine. It wouldn't matter if the corporation was put together wrong, it would still be considered his fault for losing it. And Hell's fines were paid in a combination of time and how much blood or screaming they could ring from you...

If he could survive until sundown, the evening would be cool enough to let him make it back to the desecrated pit that served as the nearest entrance Downstairs. Then he could raise absolute Heaven with the demon in charge of issuing corporations and get a new one without such serious defects. He tried to distract himself from the throbbing heat by fantasizing about just what he would say to the corporation department clerk, just what scathing threats he would make...

***

He wasn't aware he'd slumped to the ground until sometime later. Crawly tried to push himself back up but his arms were heavy, refusing to cooperate. He tried the legs. Not much better.

Oh, not good. Not good.

The shade had shifted, leaving him in direct sunlight once more, and he couldn't move well enough to crawl back to it. He tried, of course, in a pitiful attempt that only ground dirt under his nails and that he thanked Satan nobody else actually saw.

There was no way he was making it until sundown.

Crawly swore under his breath, and it came out weaker than he expected. Nothing for it, then. He'd just have to wait until the heat took him and pay whatever fine Downstairs decided to levy...

***

Crawly drifted in and out as he lay in the blaze. His head pounded and he felt odd, untethered, even as his cheek pressed into the rocks below him. A little like being hung over, but without any of the fun memories of being drunk...

Every muscle ached, and the flush pulsed within him, trapped. He suspected he was beginning to cook from the inside out...

A vague shape blotted out the sun. "Crawly? My goodness, is that you?"

Crawly tried for a laugh but it strangled before it could get past his lungs. His chest heaved with shallow, labored breaths. Of course that angel would find him now, of all times, when he was helpless. He wondered dizzily whether discorporation by angel smiting would look better or worse on his performance review than discorporation from heat stroke.

"Whatever happened here?" A hand placed itself over his dry forehead.

"Corporation'sss defective," he rasped. "Won't sssweat. Won't ssshiver. No thh...ther...thhhermoregulation at all really..."

His corporation shifted. It took an inordinate amount of time to realize he was being picked up, and he had no strength to resist. The cloudless blue of the sky filled his vision, broken only by the occasional glare of the burning sun as his head lolled.

Shouldn't be that unexpected, his thoughts swam. Probably moving the demon off the road. Or finding a better smiting place. Or finding a place to...to...

To what, he wasn't sure. Slippery thoughts slid right off of anything they might have grabbed onto and lost themselves in the endless blue of the sky. The rhythmic swaying of the steps beneath him was unmooring.

Like spinning a satchel only to let it go, flinging it off into the distance, into the sky, out of sight, out of...

Out of...of...

***

Crawly came back to himself slowly.

Something was rocking him, something gentle but insistent. It was soft and rhythmic and...

And cool.

Water.

He worked his eyes open to find himself submerged up to his chest in the shallows of a river, his back against a rock. Water plastered his hair to his face as though someone had poured it over his head. Satan below, he had never been more grateful to wake up soaking wet.

Crawly let out a quiet groan and sank down until the river lapped at his neck, feeling the inferno slowly leech from him. The relief was incredible. Cool water slid over the arteries in his throat, wrists, thighs, chest, allowing the heat trapped in his bloodstream to seep out into the river and away.

"Better?" came the soft voice from beside him. Odd that the angel was still here, but not wholly surprising.

"Mmmm." His tongue felt thick in his mouth. "Much."

"Call it a favour, then. Now you owe me one."

Crawly cracked an eye at Aziraphale, and at the white robe that didn't seem to be wet despite hanging in the river. "Ssssuppose I do."

"Is your destination very far?"

The demon shifted, testing his muscles. There was still damage to the corporation but now that he wasn't actively cooking, he could feel it starting to repair itself. Slowly. Very slowly. "Think I'll just sssstay here until sundown, actually."

"Oh good. That way I'll know where you are, and that you aren't causing trouble. I'm afraid you've been thwarted rather soundly for today."

Crawly closed his eyes and let himself relax against the rock. "So I have. Best let me wallow in my defeat, angel. Figure I can get a good several hours of wallowing in before night falls and I head back to get this defect fixed. When do you expect to call in your favour?"

A hand touched his shoulder just briefly, then the water rippled as Aziraphale rose and made his way back to the road. "Oh, no rush. I'm sure you'll pay it back in time."

And despite himself, despite the day he'd had, Crawly smiled.

#good omens #whumptober2020 #My writing #crowley #Crawly #Give your snek both heat AND coolness so he can thermoregulate #Also may have inspired that drawing I did of Mesopotamia Crowley with his foot in the river last year >.>

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aclosetfan · 3 years

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if you are still taking prompts

may i suggest

“he focused the sound of her feet walking towards him. damn, he is so fucked”

@over-under-through1 (Lol you don’t even have to request stuff btw, Id literally just write stuff for you b/c youre so nice)

I thought of a few ways I could go with your prompt, but everything was coming up either hella boring or too predictable. I can’t say I’m too happy with what I wrote, but I know you like the greens so I settled on fleshing out a scene from a never written fic about Bubbles and Boomer’s engagement, and Bubbles forcing their families to meet (against Boomer’s recommendation). The twist is that everyone already knows each other, and unsurprisingly, no one likes their bridal party counterpart. (no powers au)

For the sake of context: Butch and BC are both the kid-siblings in this story. They know each other because they go to the same high school. Butch is one strike away from being sent back to juvie, and BC has the incredible (self-imposed) pressure of living up to her amazingly successful older sisters. Prior to the blue’s engagement, none of the green’s interactions had been particularly positive b/c Butch is considered a bully and BC’s best friend (only friend) Elmer is often bullied. BC’s personality is very closed off and Butch thinks she’s creepy. (lol I could go on forever about the potential outline of this story, but this is enough for a dumb excerpt)

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Prompt: He focused on the sound of her feet walking towards him. Damn, he was so fucked.

Summary: Butch needs a hero, he’s holding out for a hero—wait no, not that one! He wants another hero; he’s holding out for literally any other hero. Buttercup would just like one night of normal jogging.

Pairings: greens (but not romantic more like the very, very beginning of a positive relationship)

Genre: friendship/action

Rating: like 18+ for language and violence; t/w: thinly veiled sexual harassment (just threats, NO action—located towards middle) My warning/rating is just precautionary. Honestly, didn’t write anything that wouldn’t be shown on TV.

He was slammed against the fence by the scruff of his collar, and it was the first time that night that Butch thought, maybe, things weren't going to work out in his favor. "Come on, guys." He coughed, still recoiling from the punch to his gut, "Three of you, one of me? You may want to call the rest of your friends over and make it a fair fight."

The smart and playful banter was neither appreciated nor reciprocated, as another jab connected with his stomach. He gagged, and they allowed him to drop to his knees.

"What?" He coughed, as bile burned the back of his throat, "Skipping the dirty talk? Got somewhere better to be?"

"Do you ever sssshut up?" Snake, one of Ace's fave little goblins, growled.

"My incredible wit is half my charm, and you want me to s-s-s-sssshut up?" Butch argued back, mocking Snake's ever-present lisp. It wasn't the smartest move, but the way Snake's face contorted into something uglier, Butch believed his inability to keep his fucking mouth shut had been worth it. Snake kicked him fully to the ground and pinned him there. Face smooshed in the dirt, he cursed at them, and Snake pulled his hair, peeling his head off the pavement.

"What you sssay, kid?" He hissed.

"I said," Butch spit, "how's it feel to finally be the guy on top?"

Snake smashed his head down hard onto the pavement, and Butch saw a wave of stars.

"Piece of sssshit!"

"Takes one to know one, right?" He groaned as his vision became less and less spotty.

"I jussst," Snake chuckled, "I jussst can't fucking wait to sssee you get taken out."

"Like murder? Or on a date, because, like, you're not my type."

That earned him a punch to the back.

"Ssshut the fuck up, man!" Snake huffed, shoving his face back into the dirt.

"Fuck thisss kid." Snake said to the other two idiots, "Billy, hold him down. I'm gonna get Ace. Tell him we found him."

Butch tried to break away, as soon as Snake had let him go, but Big Billy, the biggest, dumbest, motherfucker that Ace probably kept around for his size and his size alone, stomped down on his back, replacing Snake, and effectively keeping Butch in his place on the concert.

"Yeah! That's right, pillow princess! Run home to daddy!" Butch barked after Snake's fleeing form, before a foot connected with his head. This time his abuser wasn't Snake or even Billy. No, this painful encounter was best accredited to Grubber. Grubber was another one of Ace's favorite minions. He was a short ugly man who, Butch swore, was suffering from some thyroid disease that made his ugly eyes bulge.

Butch couldn't tell if Grubber was dumb or smart. Butch couldn't even tell if Grubber was human. He looked more like the reanimated corpse of a dog-troll with the way he hunched and let his tongue lull out of his mouth. Regardless, the guy haunted his nightmares.

Butch let his head drop back to the ground in a daze and cried out when Billy applied more and more of his weight onto his back with a giggle. Butch was sure he'd end up snapping in half.

Mentally, he pleaded with the universe for a miracle. He had never been much of a believer in anything before. He figured when he died, he'd just die. Really nothing more to it. What he had not figured on, in all of his existential wonderings, was his death taking place in the middle of an abandoned McFatties parking lot, and frankly, he found the whole ordeal a little unfair. An abandoned McFatties parking lot was possibly one of the worst places he could think of to die in, and that was coming from him, a kid who had been forced to visit the state of Ohio once. So, mentally, he pleaded with the universe for a miracle.

"Hey!" A voice cried out, and because he was 99.9% sure he knew that voice, Butch filled with even more dread, taking back his pleas to the universe that had only happened mere seconds ago. He actually didn't need a miracle. He needed the sweet release of death.

Please. Please. The Death. Please! Not this! I don't want this! He mentally chanted, Death, death, death!

"Duuuh, hello?" Billy asked the parking lot, and Butch lifted his head a bit to get a look. When no one presented themselves, Grubber and Billy shared a look before shrugging, and they continued to bounce on his back until a brick sailed through the air and hit Grubber on his head. The shock of it caused Grubber to bite down on his tongue, and he cried out in pain.

"Grubber?" Billy asked, his voice thick with worry.

"Get off that guy!" The “mystery” voice rang out, and another brick flew through the air and hit Billy on the shoulder.

Big Billy stumbled off of him and looked around, "Who threw that!"

"Go!" The voice was closer, and Butch could hear the sound of running, "I'll call the police!"

The threat was enough for Grubber, who was still clutching his mouth. He grabbed Big Billy by the shirt, and they took off.

"We're telling!" Billy cried out like a five-year-old as another brick made contact with his back, "We're gonna tell on you!"

"Yeah! Keep running!" The "stranger’s" running came to a halt a little away from him, and yep, he 100% knew that voice. He groaned, his eyes screwing shut with pain, as he laid out on the pavement. He focused on the sound of her feet walking towards him and groaned again. Damn, he was so fucked.

"Shit are you ok—wait, Butch?" Buttercup asked, barely masking her surprise.

"Don't tell my brothers." He cracked an eye open when he felt her standing over him.

"I could care less." She scoffed at his weak begging, "Are you dying?"

He flexed and wiggled, but besides some major bruising, he seemed to be functioning well enough.

"Like," he grimaced, "not physically."

There was a shout, and Buttercup bristled above him. "Good enough, now get up," She huffed, yanking him up and his knees locked in pain.

"I take it back." He bent over, clutching his stomach, "I take it back, I'm dying."

"They were over here, bosssss!" The Snake called from around the corner.

"Well, now's not the time." Buttercup hissed at him and threw one of his arms over her shoulder to help drag him along, "I'm really gonna need you to get your shit together."

"Give me a minute." He hissed back, gritting his teeth, as he tried to get his legs to corporate, "Internal damage doesn't just fix itself. I don't have fucking superpowers."

"Consider getting some," She huffed back as they hobbled along in the shadows, ducking into a random alleyway.

He scoffed, "What are you even doing here?"

"What are you even doing here?" She echoed as they exited the alley and took a random right. She was moving them towards a bus stop. The street lamps shone over the bus stop bench like a spotlight, and the seat sang to him like a siren. His head was still reeling from the blow Grubber had dealt, and sitting down was exactly what he needed to stop the world from spinning.

"Touché." He said after a moment. Her business was her business. His was his. He was fine keeping it that way.

They made it to the bench, and Buttercup set him down. He slumped, holding his head in his hands as she paced around, peering into the shadows that the bus stop lights couldn't reach.

"Buses aren't coming anymore." He mumbled, and she looked back over at him with a frown, "Obviously, I know that."

"Then can you stop pacing.” He demanded, “You're giving me a headache."

"I'm giving you a headache?" She scoffed, "Listen, get up. We need to get somewhere with more people."

She was right; he knew that. The street they were on was desolate. They were still too far from both the City's hustle and bustle and the neighborhood cop patrols in the outlining suburbs. This was an awesome no-man land for shitheads like Ace and Co. to hangout.

At the same time, though, it hurt to move.

"Are you suggesting we run away?" He snorted, putting on a brave face, "Not my style, cupcake."

"Don't call me that." She shot back without missing a beat, "And I'd say this is more of a tactical retreat. I can't spend the rest of the night saving your ass. There are better things to do to waste my time with."

He stood up with the full intention to say something witty and badass back, but he moved too quickly and swayed. Little black dots filled his vision, and he plopped right back down onto the bench with a grimace.

"Five more seconds," He ended up spitting out as he gripped his head in his hands.

"Okay, for real, are you going to be okay?" Buttercup asked, kneeling in front of him, "Your head's bleeding."

He brought a hand to his forehead and tried to swallow the wince as his fingers brushed the wound. He frowned and examined the blood on his hands, "Well, that explains a few things."

She frowned back at him, "You could have a concussion. We need to get help."

"Probably not." He waved away her concern, cracking a smile, as he thought back to a particular conversation they had had in the school cafeteria not too long ago, "I've been told I've got a thick head."

She opened her mouth to retort, but somewhere in the shadows, there was a scuffle, like the sound of a can being kicked, that made her snap her mouth shut. She stood, whipping her head in every which direction looking for something terrible to appear.

"You're gonna have to walk faster." She looked back at him, "You're too heavy to carry."

"Excuse me, ma'am, it's not very polite to comment on a person's weight."

Buttercup glared down at him, "Do you really think right now is the best time to be a smart-ass?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. It's how I cope, thanks."

"You cope with humor?" Buttercup blinked with a dry stare, "Why?"

"Well, Ms. Doom-and-Gloom, I know this may be hard for you of all people to understand, but laughter is the best medicine."

"No," She snorted, rolling her eyes, "I'm aware. I just don't get how it works for you since, you know, you're not funny."

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but a hand shot out of the shadows and gripped Buttercup by the shoulder. She gasped in surprise, and he shot up a little straighter, ignoring his headache.

"Gotta say, Butcie-pal, I agree with the girl. I neva thought you were too funny either." Ace leered, "Who's ya pretty little friend, anyway, hmm? I don't think we've ever been introduced."

"Oh," Buttercup grimaced, shaking her head as she flicked Ace's hand from her shoulder, "no. No. Touching me won't be necessary."

"Fancy seeing you here, Ace." He gritted out through a forced smile, "A little birdy told me you got out of the joint early."

"Good behavior." Ace's face split into an equally condescending smile, "Did ya miss me, kid?"

"I've been countin' the seconds, buddy."

"Wait, Ace?" Buttercup's eyes went wide with recognition, "The Ace? From the Gang Green Gang?"

"The very same." Ace winked down at Buttercup, his sunglasses slid down his face as he checked her out, "I see my reputation proceeds me."

Buttercup ignored Ace, and whipped back around to glare at him, "Seriously, Butch? You were fighting with the Gang Green Gang?"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I not get around to telling you that, Buttercup? I've been a bit preoccupied."

"Buttercup?" This time Ace froze with recognition, and jabbed a slim, long finger in Buttercup's face, "Now, hold on. I know you."

Buttercup's lips pursed as she hit his hand away, "No, no, you don't."

"Yes, yes, I do." Ace continued to wag his finger in her personal space, "You're that prissy prosecutor's sister, ain'tcha, the one who had the pleasure of locking me up for three years?"

Buttercup's eyes darted over to Butch before going back to Ace, "Can't say exactly. The City has a lot of prosecutors."

Ace's face broke back out into a smile, "Yeah, yeah. I remembers seeing you in the paper, right next to ya sista."

Buttercup frowned, "Not ringing any bells."

"Aw, come on, don't play dumb with me. We're all friends here. Your sister, she's the one with the red hair, wears a ribbon, funky eyes. What was her name again? Tulip? Rose?" He snapped his fingers in though a few times, "Something floral."

"Blosssssom?" Snake suggested from behind.

"Ah!" Ace's smile grew, "Blossom! Yes! Thank you, Snake!" He grabbed Buttercup by the shirt and dragged her close. Practically nose to nose with her, he smirked, "Ringing any bells now?"

"Just a few." She glowered, no longer feigning cluelessness.

Ace threw his head back with a laugh, "This is the night that just keeps giving, boys! We've caught this shitbag." He jabbed a finger back at him on the bench, "And now we've got Blossom's pretty little sister to play with." He pulled her closer by the sleeve of her shirt, smashing her against his chest, "The only thing that would make this better is a beer! You drink, sweetheart?"

Butch scoffed because even though Buttercup was obviously a secret witch necromancer in her spare time, he wasn't a fucking degenerate who enjoyed watching men scaring girls, "Your issue's with me Ace, leave her out of this."

Ace threw Buttercup away, pivoted on his heels, and stalked back over, "Oh, oh, don't worry 'bout nothing Butch. I haven't forgotten about you. Sees after me and the boys get done having a little fun with your girlfriend, I'll be taking care of you."

Butch bristled in sync with Buttercup, "Oh—"

"—no—"

"—Wait!"

"Time out!" Buttercup cried, forming a 'T' with her hands, "I'm—"'

"—She's—"

"—not his—"

"—girlfriend!" They denied simultaneously.

Ace blinked, "I'm threatening both your dignities and your lives, and that's what you're choosing to focus on?"

"Yes!"

"Alright." Ace conceded, shrugging. "Say, fellas, get Butch's. . .acquaintance?" Ace asked, looking at him for confirmation.

"Eh, sure—" He conceded with a shrug, as Buttercup huffed from behind Ace, crossing her arms.

"—I wouldn't even say that."

"Yeah, okay then," Ace corrected himself, ignoring Buttercup, "Fellas, get his acquaintance nice and ready for me while I have a few words with the kid. Don't rough her up too much, though. You know how I like to work with a clean canvas."

"Ssssure thing bossss,"

"Oh, hell, no." He heard Buttercup growl, but his view of her was cut off by Ace, who pulled him up by the scruff of his collar. The adrenaline was pumping once more through his veins, so this time, standing at least didn't hurt.

"Seriously, dude, I don't think you wanna fuck with me like this." He threatened, but even he knew how empty it sounded.

"Seriously, dude," Ace mocked with a smile, "I don't think I give a fuck. Gotta admire your balls, though, kid. Takes a lot of guts to talk to me like that."

"What's your fucking deal anyway? I did what you asked for, I—"

Ace, a cheap bastard who fought dirty, kneed him hard in the groin. Butch let out a strangled gasp, and Ace laughed, letting him drop to the ground.

"It's that fucking mouth of yours." Ace answered, squatting down to get in his face. His breath smelt like cigarettes, weed, and rat piss, "Anyone ever told you it ain't becoming cussing in front of your elders all the time?" Ace reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack. Taking a cigarette, Ace offered it up, "Want one?"

"I don't smoke." He replied curtly. It was a semi-lie. He smoked. He just wasn't an avid cigarette smoker. Considering his family, though, he did, in fact, fancy himself a professional second-hand smoker. Brick chained-smoked. Boomer was always in a perceptual state of "I'm quitting tomorrow." Mojo could typically be found puffing on some pipe or cigar. And HIM was more of a social smoker, but a smoker nonetheless, since he liked using the cigarette sticks that made him look like Audrey Hepburn too much not to smoke.

If he died, Butch had always figured, it'd be lung cancer that took him out.

"That's smart." Ace nodded, chuckling, "It's shit for ya anyway, but what vice isn't, right?"

Butch watched Ace wearily as he searched around for his lighter. The pain in his groin had subsided into a dull ache, but he stayed on the ground. With Ace, he had to play it smart. Five against one weren't numbers in his favor, and there was Buttercup to consider, unfortunately. The little priss was probably scared shitless.

Ace flicked his lighter on a few times before it caught light and puffed his cigarette for a moment. Finally, he looked back down at Butch and exhaled a cloud of smoke in his face. It didn't bug Butch, but Ace seemed to think it was pretty funny.

"Now, kid, these manner problems you seem to be still having, I think, you know, that someones gotta teach you a thing or two. Seems like your shitbag brothers ain't doing too good a job, huh?"

"Don't talk to me about my brothers."

"Yeah?" Ace smiled, the cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, "And whatcha gonna do, huh, do I gotta remind you about the position youse in?" Ace stood up and kicked his foot hard into Butch's gut. Again, he lost the air in his lungs.

"Fuck you." He coughed, and Ace shook his head.

"See again with the cussing." Ace sighed, "Figured since your brothers are too good for us now, that they'd do a little better by you, but I guess somethings neva change. Once a rat, always a rat, right?"

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but the commotion behind Ace caught his attention. Ace didn't seem to notice as he continued to lecture Butch on manners, respect, and a bunch of other things gang-bangers seemed to believe they automatically deserved. Through the gaps of Ace's legs, he watched as Grubber hit the ground hard.

His eyes widened as Buttercup swooped in on the fallen man, stomping down onto his back to keep him still. The taser in her left hand sparked to life as she spun around and lodged the offending weapon into Snake's neck. Snake cried out and made a swipe for her arm, but she ducked down, invading his hold. Squatting on the ground, Buttercup jabbed the taser into Snake's crotch, and the noise he made was finally enough to get Ace's attention.

"Wha—" Ace started, his sunglasses sliding down his nose in shock. Butch probably didn't look any better.

Buttercup ignored Snake's pleas for mercy and kicked his feet out from under him. He collapsed to the ground, still holding himself in his hands, and Buttercup smirked. Using her hands to launch herself into the air, she flipped away from Big Billy, who had been clambering up behind her, without a second glance. Billy’s nose was already bleeding, and based on the feral way Buttercup was taking the gang out, Butch would have placed money that a good headbutt had caused it.

Billy was too slow for Buttercup. Butch didn't have a clue where Arturo was, but if she kept bolting, he was pretty sure she had a clean and clear shot out of danger's way. To his surprise, though, Buttercup didn't run away. After landing her flip, she slid to a halt and turned back towards Billy. Squatting down low, like a sprinter, she took off back towards him at top speeds. Butch knew Buttercup was fast since she was always running everywhere like a madwoman, but he didn't think she could go that fast. She was on a high-speed collision course with Billy, a guy four times bigger than her, and it was the first time in his life that Butch had ever seen her smile like that.

Billy was ready for her, though. His arms were opened up wide as he got ready to grab her. Butch almost called out to her in warning, but instead, he watched in astonishment as she collided with Billy at a nearly perpendicular angle. She jumped slightly up before impact and threw her weight down onto Big Billy, using her shoulder to break his block and knock him off balance. The force of her momentum caused the big guy to stumble off to the side. He cried out in surprise as he tried to steady himself, but Buttercup didn't give him a chance. Like Snake, she dropped to the ground so that she could kick his unsteady feet from out underneath him. And like on Snake, it was quite effective.

Billy hit the ground with a loud crash and Buttercup stood over him, clapping the dust off her hands as she shot Ace a look.

Butch shared a bewildered look with Ace for a moment, before they both turned back to the fight.

"Billy!" Ace cried out, "Get up, you lug!"

Billy didn't get up, but he did start crying, and Butch laughed, "Ah, come on Ace, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?"

Ace glowered at him and called out to both Snake and Grubber, who both, in turn, moaned from their spots on the ground.

"Arturo!" Ace shouted, "Where the fuck are you?"

"Here, boss!" Arturo cried, sprinting out of the shadows and towards Buttercup with a battle cry. He lunged for her, but Buttercup seemed unfazed as she reached into her hoodie and pulled out a can. She sprayed whatever it was into Arturo's face, and he dropped mid-lunge to the ground with a horrible cry. She sprayed his face two extra times for good measure and then pocketed the can of mace like it was as unimportant as Chapstick.

She whipped her head back around towards them and again shot Ace a death glare.

"Holy shit." Butch blinked and then let out another short laugh, looking back up at Ace, "Like damn, dude, you're so fucked."

Ace balked, taking a few steps back. He began to root around in his pockets before pulling out a switchblade and flicking it open, "Don't take another step!"

Buttercup brushed some dirt off her jacket as she continued to advance, "What, Ace? Is the canvas not clean enough for you?"

Without his lackey's, Ace trembled with fear, "I said, not another move."

"Cute knife," Buttercup shrugged, nonplussed, as she reached back into her pocket, "Wanna see mine?"

Ace looked between the two of them, as Butch began to find his footing once more, then at his fallen minions. He dropped his hands and backed further away.

"This ain't over!" He sneered and took off running.

Buttercup pulled her hand out of her pocket, sans knife, and dropped to her knees to inspect him.

"Do you just piss everyone off for fun?" She asked, helping him up.

"Something like that," he shrugged.

Behind them, Billy began to groan as he attempted to pick himself off the ground. Buttercup's eyes went wide.

"Let's go." She hissed and pushed him into a run. She pulled him along for a moment as she ran before letting him go and taking off on her own. He tried his best to keep up, but the beating he had been put through quickly caught up with him. He slowed to a stop and watched her disappear into the distance. Taking a few deep, heavy breaths, Butch bent over and put his hands on his knees.

In. Out. Wince. In. Out. Wince.

He wanted to call out to Buttercup, but she was long gone, and, for once, he couldn't find his voice.

What a fucking night, though, he ended up thinking to himself.

There was nothing else that the world could throw at him that would surprise him at this point.

But right on cue, the world took him up on that because immediately after he spoke the challenge into existence, red and blue lights flashed behind him. A cop car chirped, its siren turning on and off once to get his attention. Butch slumped further down with a sigh, because of fucking course. He should have known better.

Jumped and thrown back into juvie all in one night—it was a new personal record! He couldn't wait to hear the opinions his family would have. With another heavy sigh, he threw his hands into the air and turned around to face the officer since he wasn't too particularly keen on adding "racially profiled and shot in the back" to his long list of shitty sob stories.

"Well, well." The officer stepped out of his car, but Butch couldn't see which one since the officer had neglected to turn off the headlights shining right in his face, "What do we have here?"

He kept quiet because he knew his fucking rights. The cop stalked up to him and blinded him with a flashlight. He didn't quite understand why that had been necessary given the patrol car's headlights, but cops were a different breed of stupid in this City.

"Now, if it isn't the most illustrious Butch Jojo. I've heard about you, kid."

Butch grunted back.

"Hmm, not much of a talker?" The cop asked conversationally, and Butch twitched with annoyance. He didn't get why everyone—especially adults—always wanted to do the small talk bullshit.

"That's fine. I'll get to the point—" Butch already knew he actually wouldn't, "—where are you coming from looking like that?" The cop flashed his flashlight up and down, emphasizing the tears and bloodstains on his clothes. "Are you aware of a robbery that took place on 5th tonight?"

Butch seized up, knowing exactly what the cop was implying. "That's like forty minutes from here on foot!" He protested.

"I wasn't asking for directions, son."

"I don't know anything about a robbery on 5th." Butch spat back, and the cop's mouth curled into a sneer.

"Then, care to explain what you were running from?"

Taking a deep breath, Butch glared at the officer, "I don't have to say anything."

The cop chuckled, "Well, maybe you'll change your mind at the station."

"What!" Butch yelled, "I—"

"—Calm down, kid, I'm not playing games!"

"Wait, officer, wait! He's with me." Buttercup ran forward, reappearing from the shadows and linking their arms together. Slightly, she pulled him away from the officer and his blinding lights, "I was showing him the loop I run, and he tripped. I—I was doubling back to bring him a—uh, a bandaid?" She (poorly) lied.

"Buttercup Utonium?" The cop blinked, and she offered a strained smile.

"Hey, Officer Smith."

The officer's face contorted, and he jabbed the end of his flashlight toward Butch's face, "He's with you?"

"Uh, yeah." Buttercup shrugged, stepping slightly in front of him like a barrier, "His brother is engaged to my sister."

The officer lowered the flashlight and blinked in surprise, "Blossom's engaged? I just saw her the other day."

"Not Blossom." Buttercup shook her head, "Bubbles."

"Bubbles! Engaged?" The officer exclaimed, blowing air from his lips, "Time flies! I remember you being this tall—" He indicated a little past his knee, "—when your sister starting working for the Prosecutor."

Buttercup nodded her head, curtly, "Yep."

The officer smiled at her and reholstered his flashlight, "Well, you tell Ms. Bubbles I said congrats, ya hear me?"

"Alright, no problem." Buttercup nodded again, nudging into him, so he'd start backing away. The officer shot him a quick look before turning back to Buttercup. "And you keep this one in line, ya hear me." He told her as he wagged a finger in his direction. "It's about time you found some decent friends to hang out with." Officer Smith lectured, staring him down, before he addressed both of them, "Now, it's past curfew, you two need to head home."

Butch kept his mouth screwed shut, but Buttercup seemed to read his body language loud and clear because she threw him a nasty look before turning back to the officer.

"Sure, sorry, Officer Smith, we lost track of time." She apologized to the officer as she elbowed him into walking away, "I'll tell my sisters you said hi."

"Goodbye, Buttercup." The officer waved as he made his way back to his patrol car. "Butch." The officer nodded at him, giving him the once over again.

He rolled his eyes, turning away. "Fucking cops." He grunted, but when he looked over to his right, Buttercup was gone. "Hey, where—" He spun around looking for her, only to find that she was practically halfway down the block, "—Hey!"

Ignoring how sore he was, he jogged after her. She didn't bother to look at him as he knocked into her.

"Okay, three things—" He started, as he kept in step with her, and Buttercup heaved a heavy sigh. "One, how do you three know everyone in this fucking city?"

She shrugged, "Just do."

"Two, why do you just have a taser and mace on hand?"

"Because I'm a teenage girl, and I run at night."

"Yeah, soooo…"

"Sooo," Buttercup emphasized slowly with a dry look, "sex trafficking, rape. Teenage girls always seem to be a pretty hot commodity. Recent events should have probably tipped you off to that."

Butch stopped dead in his tracks for a moment and blinked, dumbfounded, "Oh right. Cause you're a chick. I, like, forgot about that."

"Yep." She agreed over her shoulder since she hadn't stopped to wait for him to process the obvious.

He jogged to catch up with her with a nod, "Guess that's smart then."

"Guess so." She muttered back and took a sharp left down a pathway he hadn't even known existed.

"And three," He slowed them down, rubbing the back of his neck, "uh, thanks, I guess, for back there."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

Buttercup looked past him towards where the cop car had been and then back at him with a shrug, "Don't mention it. Like, seriously, don't."

He nodded, and she turned away, going back to fast walking speed. He stumbled after her.

"So, where we going?"

"I'm going home. I don't know where you're going."

"Going home?" He repeated.

"Yep."

"But why—how! You can't just go home! Not after all that shit back there!" He speculated out loud, "Aren't you, like, pumped up?"

She sighed, "Nope. Are you going to keep following me?"

"Buttercup." He huffed, running in front of her to block her way, "dude, that shit back there was fucking badass, and I don't say that kind of shit lightly. I don't know whatever fucking voodoo god you're praying to every night, but it's working. You gotta—" he scrambled for anything his mind could come up with, "—you gotta, like, at least get something to eat with me for like, like, closure."

Buttercup stared up at him, her eyebrows pulling together, "Did…did you just ask me to hang-out?" She paused before clarifying, "With you?"

"Uhhh…" He frowned, his own eyebrows pulling together as he mulled over his previous statement, "huh?" He shrugged, "I guess I did."

Her frown deepened, and she pushed past him, "You should probably go to the hospital. Thick head or not, it was obviously hit a lot harder than you've let on."

He snorted and turned around to catch up with her, "I think I'm serious, though."

She looked him over again, "Seriously, you're starting to freak me out. Should I call 911?"

They made it out of the alley and emerged near a little corner before Townsville blended into the surrounding Pokey Oak County. There, like a beacon in the night, was Pops, a burger joint that he liked.

"Ha!" He proclaimed, pointing towards the 24/7 diner, "Come on!" He grabbed her by the elbow and began to drag her with him.

"Hey!" She protested, digging her heels into the ground as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, "Cut it out!"

"Listen. We're getting a burger, whether you like it or not. Brick's treat."

She stopped her struggling and a raised eyebrow, "Your brother's paying?"

He rolled his eyes with a smirk before he pulled his older brother's debit card that he had stolen earlier that night from his back pocket and waved it in the air, "Duh."

She looked back over her shoulder towards the direction of her home, then over again towards him and the burger joint, "Welllll, if he's paying," She hummed, shrugging, "sure, why the hell not."

He laughed and dropped her elbow, "Good choice, Butterfingers, let's go."

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I’m sorry if you hate it—I know the pacing’s a bit off and my dialogue punctuation needs work, but it’s been a crazy few days lmao and I just wanted to get this out ☹ if it’s absolute shit let me know and I’ll try writing you something else! Also, the body slam BC used on Big Billy is a move Jammers use in roller derby to get past blockers because, hint, in this world BC is “secretly” in roller derby. ((“Secretly” because her fam and Elmer knows, but no one else.)) I just suck at action scenes so it doesn’t come across well

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slytherinbangchan · 5 years

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F*ckboy!Jisung!Au

Warnings: Smut, alcohol and he’s one of my biases so this is gonna be cutE too. So be ready ok?

Blog’s masterlist // F*ckboy Hyunjin // F*ckboy Minho // F*ckboy Bangchan //

Word count: A little more than 2.4k (Normally I do 3 word pages. This one has SIX (6).

-Jisung is one of your little brother's friends.

-You used to see him almost everyday for three years cause of your brother.

-There's no way to tell when you two started flirting.

-Cause it's something that happened naturally.

-At first you thought he was just joking around.

-He has this flirty personality.

-But then one day your brother was on the shower and you were just messing around with Jisung.

-Playing some game or something.

-And he just kissed you.

-You never talked about it.

-But everytime your brother wasn't looking he would just grab your hand and steal a kiss.

-And boy, the butterflies in your stomach.

-That kid seriously.

-Things changed when you started college.

-And since this year your brother moved out to study abroad now you only see Jisung from time to time on the street.

-He goes out with other friends now.

-They have a kind of F4 guys ⁽ᴮᵒʸˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⁾ situation going on.

-You assumed Jisung lost his interest on you as soon as he became popular.

-He seems to have a nice amount of girls surrounding him on a daily basis.

-You don't blame them, you'd love to be around him too.

-Sometimes you just watch him from afar as he chats with his friends.

-Minding the little details that makes him who he is.

-Like the way he laughs after saying something serious.

-How he puts on his jacket.

-Or how he combs back his hair with his hands.

-How you can tell he's telling one of his awkward jokes even if you can't actually hear him.

-Or how he gets annoyed when the guys look at him in silence and only Hyunjin laughs.

-Yeah, you know the name of some of the others too.

-They’re so popular even among the girls on your classes.

-You let out a sigh and start walking again.

-It would be incredibly awkward if they see you staring.

-But you can't stop looking every time you happen to spot them on the streets.

-It's funny cause there was a time he was just your lil brother's friend.

-But that lasted like 2 seconds.

-'Ouch' you bumped into someone while thinking about how sad you feel.

-'Sorry' He says.

-Sssshit is Minho. 'Ahh.. no... My fault'. You say.

-'Do I know you?' he asks.

-'What?' You're blushing already.

-Did he noticed you staring at them some other time?

-'Hm, I think I've seen your face somewhere before'.

-'Ah.. I don't think so...'

-He laughs. 'Anyway, are you doing something right now? You look cute'.

-'W-what?'

-'I'm having coffee with some friends. Why don't you tag along?'

-He didn't just said that.

-'Ah... I don't know...'

-'You're busy then?'

-'Ah...'

-So, somehow you ended up going with him.

-Now you're walking behind Minho trying to hide from Jisung.

-But he's gonna see you.

-You're freakin walking towards him and his other friends.

-Your body temperature raising and your hands shaking.

-Why are you making such a big deal of this?

-Maybe cause he's been with at least 15 different girls since you last met him.

-Cause rumour has it, he's a player now.

-Like all of his new friends.

-They say Minho is the worst btw.

-And there you are being dragged by him.

-Minho says hi to them before you actually arrive where they are.

-Jisung's smiling expression almost gone for a second when he first notices you.

-You don't know if he is confused about you being there or annoyed.

-But he gets his smile back as the girl he was talking to ask him something for a second time.

-'Guys I met someone just now. She almost killed me.' Minho jokes.

-'Omg. I feel like I know you from somewhere' Bangchan says.

-'Yeah, me too' Changbin adds.

-'What's your name?

-That's Jisung asking.

-Is he really pretending he doesn't know you??

-IS HE?

-Ok, relax.

-You chuckle. 'It's y/n. And I don't know why you guys think you know me.' you say. 'I don't think I've ever seen any of you before'.

-Jisung smiles. He finds amusing you’re playing that game too for some reason.

-You spend the evening with them and you all end up in a pub drinking.

-Minho has you sitting on his lap.

-And I meaan, he's cute.

-And hot.

-And Jisung is an idiot.

-So you're not complaining about the lap thing at all.

-His hands on your hips.

-He makes you turn around a little to look at him.

-Are you having fun? -He asks.

-You nod. 'I think I'm kinda drunk'.

-He smiles.

-His face getting closer to yours.

-Do you wanna kiss Minho right now?

-I think you do.

-Now more than ever cause Jisung is looking.

-After the kiss you just sit there playing with Minho's hair.

-Jisung bringing more and more drinks to Minho.

-He ends up pretty drunk.

-'Oh. Looks like Minho is really drunk. Guys you take him home. I'll drive y/n'. Jisung says.

-'Really? You can drive?' You ask him and he frowns.

-The guys don't think much of the whole situation. They're all kinda drunk too.

-You follow Jisung to his car.

-There's not a single word as you do so.

-Not either on the ride home.

-He knows where you live anyways.

-'Ok, thanks'. You say, once you're in front of your house'.

-He sighs. 'Wait'.

-You go back to your seat to hear what he has to say.

-'I'm sorry I pretended I didn't know you'. He's not looking at you. 'I didn't expect to see you there and the guys are a bunch of idiots so I panicked'.

-'Are you ashamed of me or something?'

-'Of course not'. He looks at you as he says so. 'but I don't think I can explain to you what's happening just yet'.

-You scoff. 'Whatever'.

-'Are you mad at me? I'm really sorry'.

-'I'm...Dissapointed I guess. But ok. If you want to pretend we don't know eachother...'

-'I understand you feeling that way. I'm not proud of myself' either'.

-You sigh deeply. 'Goodbye Jisung'.

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-It's been a couple weeks now.

-And you've been going out with the guys almost every day.

-You're kinda one of Minho's girls now.

-Like he loves having you on his lap as you all talk with the guys.

-Your arm resting over his shoulders.

-Stealing a kiss from his lips from time to time.

-And it's ok.

-It feels fine.

-If Jisung has already forgotten about you.

-Why would you keep thinking about the past?

-He's been walking around with the same girl these last weeks.

-So they must have something going on.

-Anyways.

-You've been drinking again.

-Chan is throwing a party at his place.

-You're on Minho's lap as always.

-Jisung is sitting by your side.

-'You should come to my house later y/n' Minho says. 'I'll introduce you to my cats'.

-Jisung scoffs and you both look at him. 'I'm going for another drink' you say looking back to Minho.

-He nods and you go away.

-You feel how someone pulls from your wrist.

-It's Jisung. He's dragging you to Chan's room.

-'What are you doing?' You ask him.

-'Me?? what are you doing?' He looks annoyed.

-I was... Going for a drink?

-He scoffs. 'And then back to Minho's lap?'

-You chuckle. 'I guess. Why?'

-He looks around nervously and then sighs. 'Are you really going home with him?'

-'I...'

-'But he's so kinky y/n'.

-'Oooh, he is huh? Interesting'. You make an interested thinking face.

-'GROSS. I didn't know you liked that kind of stuff'.

-'Of course you didn't we never fucked'.

-He blushes and that makes you blush too.

-'Anyway, what do you want? Are you drunk?'

-'Of course I am. It's a party'.

-'Ok, well' you chuckle. 'Maybe you sh..'

-He's grabbing your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours.

-You look at your hands and then look at him in the eyes.

-He's coming closer.

-Bringing back so many memories.

-His lips just cms away from yours.

-'GUYS, HERE YOU ARE'. Bangchan opening the door so suddenly.

-Jisung lets your hand go.

-'LET'S GO, WE'RE PLAYING SOME GAMES'.

-You follow Bangchan to the living room.

-'What are we playing?' You ask.

-'Minho suggested never have I ever'. Changbin says.

-'I WANNA START'

-'Ok, Bangchan, stop screaming'. Jisung says.

- 'I'M TOO EXCITED'.

-Hyunjin rolls his eyes at him. 'Who's starting?' He looks around. 'Changbin?'

-'Oh, ok. Hmmm. I don't know what to say tho...' He makes a thinking face. 'Ah ok. Never have I ever fallen in love with someone in this room'.

-You have to drink. You know that. But should you?

-There's a few people drinking so you think no one would notice if you do too.

-Minho is looking at you as you gulp down that drink.

-Omg does he thinks you did it for him?

-'GUYS, JISUNG TOOK A SIP FROM HIS DRINK. JISUNG IS IN LOVE'.

-'No way'. Changbin says. 'He just wants to drink'.

-''WHY AR EYOU SO SURE'

-'Can someone please take away Bangchan's drink already?' Minho asks.

-'I'll take care of that' There's a guy called Seungmin taking away Bangchan's cup.

-'Should we keep playing now? Jisung asks. 'People is getting bored'

-'Ok then. I proclaim myself king of the drinking games'. Minho says. 'next one is seven minutes in heaven. And I'll handpick the ones going in.'

-'Ok, whatever, let's go' Hyunjin sounds impatient.

-He picks some random people first.

-You're kinda nervous cause you don't know what's going to happen.

-Probb Minho won't sent you in with another guy anyway.

-But then he does.

-'Jisung and y/n, go'.

-Everyone is SO confused.

-Seriously.

-You go in the closet followed by Jisung.

-It's a very tiny space.

-You can't stand without touching.

-'Should we just kiss for the old times?'

-He asks straight away and you chuckle. 'What about your girlfriend?

-'I don't have a girlfriend. I never had one'. He lacing his fingers with yours again.

-And he just finally kisses you.

-And it feels so familiar but at the same time he got so much better at it.

-He had all those girls to practice.

-Even the butterflies in your stomach are stronger.

-He bitting your lip and your jaw.

-'Are you bitting my jaw?' You giggle.

-He chuckles. 'Shut up, it's cute'. -His husky pouty voice.

-His hands pressing your body against his.

-And you just can't stop kissing him everywhere on his face and his neck.

-Your chest is about to explode.

-All those feelings coming back.

-Like if they actually left sometime.

-You're practically moaning at his kisses when the guys open the door.

-Your clothes and hair so messy.

-Everyone is laughin.

-You blush lightly as you fix your clothes once you're outside.

-Minho motioning you to sit on his lap again.

-You look at Jisung and he chuckles. 'Go with him. Find me later'.

-'Why did you send me in with Jisung?' You ask Minho.

-'No reason'. He says.

-And that's it. That's the party.

-Most of the people go back home.

-Only Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jisung stay at Bangchan's with you.

-You're all sleeping on the same room. Mostly on the floor. But there's a couple beds.

-You don't know what Jisung meant with find me later, but you can't sleep thinking about it so you just tiptoe to his bed.

-He scooch over so you can lie besides him. 'Hi'. You say.

-'Hi. I almost fell asleep waiting for you' He says in his sleepy voice.

-'Sorry'.

-You can hardly see him but he's smiling.

-Giving you some skimo kisses.

-Till you just kiss him for real.

-And it gets so heated after a while.

-He topping you. Making some room between your legs.

-You can feel his boner against your body.

-His impaired breath over your neck as he dry humps you.

-You look for his lips.

-'Jisung...' you whine quietly. 'fuck me please'. Then you kiss him.

-He stops for a moment to look at you. 'Are you sure?' He whispers.

-You nod. 'I'll be quiet, I promise'.

-He kisses you and takes out your underwear.

-His thumb rubbing your clit.

-'It's ok baby' you say. 'Just go in'.

-He chuckles. 'so impatient'

-He sinks into you, slowly at first.

-Then he speeds up the pace.

-The bed's springs creaking as he pounds into you.

-He slows down when it becomes too loud at first.

-Shushing you every time a little moan scapes your mouth.

-But after a while he just doesn't care.

-His hands grasping at the bed sheets as he cums.

-Yours scratching his back lightly.

-And the neverending kisses after that.

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-Next day at breakfast everyone is so silent.

-Then Changbin's laugh resonates through the whole house.

-'What?' Hyunjin asks.

-'Remember how we all thought y/n face was familiar? I told Minho about her and Jisung fucking last night and...'

-The only reason he stopped is cause you're choking and they can't hear him propperly.

-Jisung pats your back and you can breathe again.

-'That's right y/n, just in case you thought otherwise. You two weren't quiet at all'. Changbin says.

-Jisung laughs at it but you're blushing hard.

-'ANYWAYS, as I was saying. Minho was the one watching the phones as people went into the closet in 7 minutes in heaven. He saw your lockscreen'. He's looking at Jisung.

-'Oh...' He says.

-'Guys, remember long ago that time Jisung was so drunk and he ended up crying talking about his first love and he showed us a bunch of pics?? It was y/n. -He laughs.

-Everyone is looking at you except Jisung now. 'Ohhh, yeaah'. They say.

-'OMG, THAT'S WHY JISUNG HAD THAT SHOT LAST NIGHT WHEN YOU ASKED THE LOVE THINGY'.

-'Bangchan. Are you still drunk? Be honest'. Seungmin says.

-'y/n'. Jisung is whispering at you. 'Can we talk somewhere else?'

-You nod and follow him to another room.

-'That's it'. He says.

-'What??'

-'That's the reason'. Your expression must be a very confused one cause he starts over. 'I told you I was sorry for pretending I didn't know you back when you appeared out of the blue with Minho'. You nod and he keeps talking. 'Ok, so. I didn't want them to tell you about me drunk crying over you. So I pretended I didn't know you. Cause I knew they were drunk too when I did that and they probb wouldn't remember about it'.

- You don't say a word for a while.

-'Ok. I don't know how I should feel right now but... I just can't help thinking is kinda cute you drunk cried over me.

-He blushes. 'Shut up'.

-You mess with him a little and then grab his hand as he pouts.

-'You know... I didn't know you felt like that about me back then. But I did feel that way. And I'm still in love with you even now so'.

He smiles widely. 'You are??' you nod and he hugs you. 'I love you too. Now let’s get out of here then. I wanna kiss you in front of Minho'.

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