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vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (1/~) [series fic] REPOSTING!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, comfort cw: love at first sight, slight prejudice, psychology major student x professor? hmmm . . . meet-cute, eventual smut, eventual romance, heavy psychological anguish later on orz (sorry) ; idk what to put kek note: possible series or there might be more continuation onto this context! for now this settles it for me ;) + supposedly expected to be finished last sept. on vyn's bday, but I only got around it now; majority of this set-up is inspired by vyn's ssr card 'a star in the night' + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 2.5k

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“I wouldn't like a person with a prestigious background.” The lady is irked by the arrogance of rich; higher-class people. Vyn opposes love at first sight.

Ironically, Yule and Vyn came to realize they're both the type of people they came to ‘despise’; likewise.

They promised to stray away from those qualities, but this very essence is what drove them closer.

In a rush, Rosa approaches Yule at the sight of her. Yule is actually expecting more of a warm greeting from the senior, being an alumna of the campus and all. Yet she’s greeted with a pile of paper shoved by her chest.

“I’m really sorry, Yule!” Rosa almost tumbles as she bows. “I have to make a run to the firm.” By holding the older one with her phone, Yule got the gist that it was urgent.

She didn’t even get the chance to glance at the papers, not till she looked over that what Rosa hands out are survey questionnaires.

Rosa did not even tell her what to do though to get this; what it is for, and is it already up for evaluations? All she does know; it’s still not half done to be enough for input. Seeing one-third of it blank… Yule wants to cry internally.

Rosa didn't even explain to her what to do at all.

Yule signs and she's even just here as an alumnus to get her documents.

She’s currently on her Masteral, and she's also planning to enroll here. As Rosa recommended.

And Marius. sighs

They are at most friends, having the same interest in art. Though, she still gets annoyed as he can be quite a tease and unpredictable when they interact.

Geez, the thought of that guy infuriates me.

Yule diverts her attention back elsewhere, scanning over the papers she has at hand, aware of its content since she had psychological assessment courses.

Too drifted off and immersed in reading details, she grows hesitant.

Rosa is just about done with the evaluations— but, I am not in the place to hand these out as in the first place, I am not even assigned to conduct this…

Yule worries over her lips, upon reading a certain name, she pauses.

‘Dr. Richter? That sounds like the prof. I'll have it in my class.’

She runs her finger on the print. “Vyn…”

She bumps into a man with a lab coat. Startled, she steps back. “Oh, sorry!” She’s almost a jittery mess, bowing and keeping the folder by her chest.

The sight of the lady also took Vyn by surprise.

Though, by her reaction, she doesn't recognize him at all. Or as that is what he presumed.

Yule first noticed his golden eyes, brighter through his glasses. She doesn’t know but some warmth spreads in her chest, urging her that he’s the kind of person to approach for aid. More so as his eyes glint back at her.

“Sorry to bother you more, but do you know Dr. Richter around here?”

The taller male says nothing for a moment, pursing his lips as he sees the glimpse of the familiar papers.

Yule noticed his stares.

“Oh, no worries. I’m planning to give it back.” A bit guilty, she bites her lips as she did check the content. Though she doesn’t want to let go of it yet, she is already intrigued by the study. What am I saying?

Rosa, you better make it up for me.

“That is me, but may I ask where you got those from?” the white-haired man inquired. She lifts the papers by her chest.

“Oh, my friend is in a rush. She just handed these out to me. I really thought she planned to make me answer all of these…” Yule laughs, a bit forced, awkward. But all the more perpetually made things indeed more awkward.

At least for her end.

“Are you Miss Saints?”

Somehow hearing him saying her name in his low voice made her heart tumble.

No Yule! You’re just nervous. No way that your heart skipped a beat at that!

Yule takes a deep breath regaining composure as she stands up straight. She firmly holds the folders and offers her hand.

“I am, and can I take that as you are Dr. Richter?” As if automatically she switched and adjusted her speech to formal talking to this nobleman. Or at least that's what her brain registered her to do.

“Indeed.” He nods, humbly smiling back at her ever so solemnly. “Please… No need to be so formal, any friend of Rosa is to my liking.”

Vyn takes her hand, she felt soft by her hand upwards. He speaks. “I suppose you know about those evaluation papers?”

Just when she thought she had the upper hand in keeping the atmosphere in place. Alas.

She sighed in defeat and was a bit ashamed. At this point, she’s screaming Rosa’s name at the back of her mind for being in this situation.

“Apologies, Rosa was in such a rush to ask me a favor.” she almost bites back a sob. “Though I do know the protocols yet I still rummaged through it.”

“Oh, no worries. It’s fine. It is up to you if you want to take part as the respondent, or do you wish to continue to be of assistance?”

She did not even register the question in her head.

The curiosity has been looming over her mind for the past minutes, enough for it to ask to slip off. She didn’t have a moment to fight back her urge. “How did you know my name?”

“Rosa had mentioned you to me on numerous occasions,” he replies, his lips shifting upwards in a noticeable manner. “She’s actually enthralled for me to meet you soon, since you’re her ‘psychologist friend’, as she worded it.”

Did she just witness him smiling at that fact? Yule grows more on embarrassed than delighted at that.

Though, how come she didn’t even mention Dr. Richter to her at all to be aware of him? …if he knows her already this much? How odd of you Rosa…

“Not yet.” She puts emphasis on that, further explaining to him her future plans for her degree.

He gestures to her to move aside to sit by the waiting benches by the hallway. As more students crowd the room. As they found a bit of comfort by their feet, she continued, playing by the hem of her sleeves as she placed the folder between them. The distance now feels safe. “I am not even fully sure since you handed these out to be conducted. You assigned Rosa.”

Yule only expected him to take it as it is, as it is the facts. So, she didn’t expect the slight gleam of his eyes, though it wouldn’t be discernible if one isn’t paying much attention to a person.

She rationalized it as she’s someone taking up psychology, of course, she had to be perceptive at most.

A smile is now formed on his lips, distinct more now than it is for her.

“Take it as a ‘makeup’ for bumping into me.”

That is a big thing for him, what an inconvenience you are, Yule. She kept the surging blood rushing through her face to herself, feeling all the more embarrassed.

Vyn is quick to retract it.

“I am only kidding, though, mind if I do observe you?” he suggests once again. “I won’t be much of a bother. I believe if I accompany you, the students might answer those around me differently.”

As much as she knows that might change behavior, for the genuinity of the study, she's more affected by being watched.

“Only if you do mind, Miss Yule?”

That made her get out of her zone. “No! I actually want to finish it seeing its content,” she admitted, the words just escaped smoothly.

By the gleaming eyes greeting her back.

She knows well that she'll definitely enjoy having classes here.

Yule is now itching more to move to her feet and get this over with, besides the outcome, the resounding steps of the two of them echoing in the now deserted hallway is growing all the more engaging. The idea of this atmosphere is going to be familiar to her…

I need to finish finalizing my documents.

It is the least of her expectations.

Yule is yet to know what is going right at her.

How could she slip up on their first conversation? The look on Vyn across her, is anything but “amused” with his lips pointing upwards.

It felt cold and artificial, remaining unnoticed by the girl while she carried on with her sentiments.

“They can be quite obnoxious.” she huffs, the push in her voice signals depth.

“Just because they think they owe you and can bribe you with money.”

Vyn sips from his cup before speaking. “Don’t you think you are discrediting them for their hard work and efforts on what you have said prior on that basis?”

“Also…” Adding a chuckle, he looks at her. “Do you not like Marius that much?”

“N-no! I actually like him, he's one of the few I get along with and of that background.” She almost pokes herself reaching the straw with her mouth. That took her off guard, it is anything but hatred. Although she had to admit, she got carried away with her mouth. That is not at all what she meant, but is it really coming across that way on how Vyn interpreted it?

Yule is part of the middle class, more on the working side, and trying to strive to meet her needs, but delving into the topic and personal encounters, she had a handful of unpleasant experiences working with rich people.

Though, she did not even consider him, Vyn Richter, as that… even when she got to know he's rich af.

She grows somber in her seat. It really flew out of her mind that Vyn had told her about this recently. Remaining her lips wrapped around her straw, Yule made a mental note to hold back her tongue this time around.

“Yule, how come you've developed a stereotype, then such judgment on this matter?” His voice is too clear to bypass.

Yule took the moment to look at him intently.

At some odd feeling, she felt that his intention on the question is beyond his inquiries on psychology. This is a matter of intuition now.

She doesn't want to back down or stray away from their topic.

Now a bit composed, she tells him in prompt detail what’s on her mind. “Okay, sorry. I held such a judgment, though it is personal based on what I have encountered… Especially in prestigious places that I had a chance to get a job in. Some can be condescending not because they have power, when the actual case is that what they are lacking is simple respect to others.”

“I see.” Vyn runs his fingers by his chin and then gestured to her, she felt her breath release. “You said that in meticulous detail.”

Yule hums, now a bit relieved in her place though nervous if she lessened the mess she placed on the atmosphere.

“I do hope I don't come across that way. May I ask if I have offended you in some way, in our previous meetings perhaps?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head firmly, assuring him in the best manner. She had to take another good look at him, straight in contact. “What do you mean though, Dr. Richter?”

She can’t quite put a finger on it…

“Nothing.”

She won’t think much of it then.

By the clock ticking, and as the condensation of the cup drips by her finger, Vyn drops his question.

“Ah, right. Rosa relayed the message to me moments ago… Since she's got an extra ticket, how about you be the one to join me at this event? Her friend Kiki isn't able to accompany her.”

Yule filched as he handed the invitation, more so as his slender fingers brushed hers for a moment. But looking at the table now, she can't quite comprehend seeing the intricate details on the paper, let alone the scent of it.

Or is it him?

She flushed red as she realized his close proximity.

Yule backs away, also because she might have to turn him down. “Oh no, I don’t know if I may…” The shining letters on the paper gawk at her by her line of vision.

She doesn't have any clothes appropriate.

Like of course, on average, she didn't have anything packed for this certain instance. She will stick out like a sore thumb!

“Is there any problem, Miss Yule?” Vyn had to ask as she had been silent for a while.

Prompting her feet properly to her seat, her sheepish behavior came off a bit less. “Honestly… I don’t have a dress for a ball.”

Does she look pathetic?

“Oh, no need… Marius suggested a design for you.” Seeing the already prepared reference on the older male’s phone, she had to widen her eyes at the sight of her favorite hues that complements her skin so well.

That made her flush more.

She lets out a nervous laugh, mixed with vexation. “I swear he wants me in debt.”

“I asked him directly though, no worries. Besides, knowing you're in the midst of moving here in Stellis, I suppose you didn't bring any attire for these kinds of events.”

“Exactly.” She felt herself relax and look at him with intent. So, he didn't see the fact that I may not have any of the luxury, and did not prioritize it since she’s handling something at the moment. She beams at him, feeling the effects of the caffeine saturate her body. “You’ve done so much already, Vyn, thank you.”

Hearing that she had already complied in calling him by the name, she claps his hands together, nodding in appreciation. “That settles it then.”

“Mind if I pick you up at noon?” he asks.

“Not quite a morning person?”

He had to perk a smile, as she even managed to notice that detail.

Vyn chuckles, letting a meek smile paint over his lips. “I suppose you too?”

Nodding, she had to mirror back a shy grin, disappearing in a matter of seconds as it’s been replaced by an astonished reaction.

“Let's grab a coffee on the way.”

She had to flush back. He noticed that detail too, huh…

Settling on the same agreement feels safe as they get more captivated into their little bubble. Despite being both’s epitome of ‘irony’ at the first meeting, they have settled it. With Vyn breaking down her beliefs into something more bearable; showing more of the radical explanation of phenomena, and to Yule alluring the appealing nature of the primacy effect in love for Vyn. Possibly expanding the concept and enticing dynamics to him hereafter.

To the one who acts on her vulnerabilities, the other rational on their approach. One can learn from the other; equal and reciprocal. Opposites do attract.

Having to see in person the name, the one he keeps hearing, now has a form and meaning for him to further analyze. He wishes to comprehend more of her complexities past her captivating appearance. Vyn can now structure better connections based on further impressions he may probe into.

Letting the scent of the café waft their senses, he's stirred awake.

He’s the type who prefers tea, but with him being in her presence, it feels natural. She gives the same palpitation and warmth as he glances at her coffee-brown eyes.

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autumnalfallingleaves · 2 years

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LOVE that this fandom goes insane over background characters. I am no exception.

Anywho, I’m calling her Bethany and she’s a Nisse Changeling. She and Hilda are Changeling friends. Might doodle how they met later idk

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62 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 01:57:01 GMT

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Talking about Sakusa’s dick, lil bit of actual writing at the end, not proofread, I wrote this at 12am on my phone, sloppy handjobs 😌, Subby? Sakusa, Reader is not described but is intended as masculine, Sakusa is called “baby boy”, honestly pretty chill imo, lemme know if I missed stuff and I’ll add it later 😌

Say what you want but I know for a FACT that Sakusa has the PRETTIEST dick. Y’all thought it was Oikawa? I mean yeah it’s pretty but Omi is just built different. Tall, skinny boys hit different and they’re hung like a damn horse.

Think about how smooth his dick probably is, maybe a few veins but nothing crazy and he’s got the cutest tip that gets so pink when he’s hard. Definitely more of a shower so pretty boy can’t go commando without everybody else knowing it. Idk maybe he’s around like 7~ inches? It’s proportional though, long and skinny like the rest of him.

Remember that TikTok trend of showing your nails but you’re using your BF’s crotch for the background? Either you’re not going to get even and glance or a twitch or he’s going to be staring you down while his dick is twitching like hell. please don’t have any of his teammates following you, if he hears anything about it he might actually curl into a ball and vanish.

I know it’s basic but he keeps himself practically hairless, probably only getting to stubble if he somehow gets sick and can’t really wax. Yeah, he waxes because how else do you think he’s gonna have that smooth of a finish? Besides, razor bumps SUCK and do you think he has time for that? No. Even though he probably has the longest skin care routine but we can discuss that later.

Horny Ramblings because I can’t help myself 😔

Imagine standing behind him and giving him just the sloppiest handjob. Using too much lube to the point it’s dripping down his balls and thighs, forming a little puddle on the floor and he’s trying so hard to look annoyed with the mess you’re making. He’s trying to play off the fact that the lewd noises are getting to him but the way his face, neck and even some of his chest is turning red, the way he’s slightly thrusting into your hand and panting gives him away.

“Come on, baby boy. Come for me, I know you love the mess…” He’d whine at your teasing but not say anything back, too focused on the way your hand was gliding along his shaft and the way your lips were kissing his back. Eventually he’d mumble something along the lines of “Shut fuck… Shut up, idiot. I don’t wan’ to make more of a mess…” but the way he was now steadily thrusting into your hand said otherwise.

He ends up curling over your hand somewhat when he finally can’t hold back any longer, coincidentally he’s painting his chest and tummy white too along with your hand when the last few dribbles of cum bead at his sensitive tip. “Look at you, all covered in cum, baby. Guess we’ve got to go take a shower and get you cleaned up, right?”

125 notes • Posted 2021-12-15 05:30:27 GMT

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Content warnings-

Gender Neutral Reader, Male Character Insert, Smut, Breeding k. if you squint, Praise, Feminization if you squint, Calling his pecs tits, Male Nipple Play/Sucking, Pet names (Baby, Sweet Boy, Good Boy, Sweetheart), Overstimulation, Clothed seggs, Submissive Character, Dominant Reader

Word Count: 1317

Imagine your sweet boyfriend coming home after a long day and he looks tired but he’s been thinking about you all day. He’s been away all day, thinking about you and wanting to just feel your skin under his but he couldn’t.

He sets his things down, going off to look for you. “Baby? Where are you? I missed you!” He sounds so soft and so whiny. “I’m in our room!” He hears you calling, immediately rushing to the sound of your voice. You feel his arms wrapping around you and his face tucking into your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss against the skin.

“I really missed you today.” He mumbles, his eyes sliding closed. “My sweet boy missed me today? Well, that’s good because I really missed you today too.” Your hand reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I know you're probably busy and hungry but I missed you in… other ways too.” He confessed, burying his face further into your neck.

“You did? How about I take care of you tonight?” You offered, gently scratching his scalp. “You don’t mind?” You smiled and shook your head. “Of course not, baby. Lay down the bed for me.” There was no hesitation in his movements to the bed, laying on his back with his head resting against the pillow. You followed after him, straddling his hips and your lips melded against his. His hands came up to smooth over your sides before resting at your hips.

Pulling away, much to his displeasure, you ran your fingertips down from his collar bones to his hips before trailing back up to unbutton his shirt. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight. Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” You promised, peeling the shirt away from the front of his body.

You could almost feel the shiver that ran through his body, his body tensing when you ran your fingers over the bare skin of his chest, nail scratching against his nipples occasionally. His hand came up to rest against the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair. You could see his hips fidgeting, his half hardened cock wanting friction from more than just the fabric of his pants.

“Do you want me to touch that pretty cock of yours?” You cooed, not waiting for an answer before you squeezed him gently before undoing his pants, pushing the fabric away from the slightly twitching bulge in the soft boxer fabric. “Yeah, please touch me.” He sighed, relaxing into the plush pillows behind him.

You continued to squeeze and stroke him through his boxers, kissing him quickly before your head dipped down to his chest, tongue flicking out to lap at his nipple. A series of whimpers slipped through his lips, his hips continuing to twitch and stutter against your hand. “You... You’re playing so mean.” His hand pressed your head closer to his chest, silently begging you to part your lips and just latch on to the sensitive bud.

“You want me to suck on your tits? You’re so dirty.” You teased, sinking your teeth into the flesh just beside where he wanted your mouth. A whiny moan slipped out at your words, his face heating up. “Don’t call them- fuck!” He gasped when you finally wrapped your lips around the bud, sucking harshly and nibbling. His back arched pushing his chest further into your face. “Don’t call them that! It’s embarrassing!” He finally choked it out before he was cut off by another moan. Your hand came up to ‘pinch and twist at the other. His cock was finally hard and twitching against your hand, his tip absolutely leaking pre and causing a darkened wet patch.

“You’re so hard, baby.” You pulled away from his chest, blowing cold air on his hot, wet skin. “What if I want your pretty cock in me? Are you going to let me do that?” His hands gripped your hips, gently urging you to climb on top of him and just ride him. “Please ride me. Wanna make you feel good too.” His hands drifted to your ass, squeezing. You shivered slightly but didn’t feel the need to tease him and deny him. You shifted off the bed, pushing your bottoms down to your ankles and kicking off the offending fabric.

“Okay, baby. I think you’ve been a very good boy for me.” You pushed his pants down to the middle of his thighs, pushing the waistband of his underwear down below his balls. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the small bottle of lube from the drawer and squeezing a decent amount onto your hand, slicking up his cock and relishing in the hisses that came from him. Once you felt that he was slick enough, your hand moved to push two fingers into your hole. “You look so pretty when you do that.” He mumbled. “Fingering your cute hole like that.”

“Don’t want to wait longer than I need to. Want you to be in me.” You sighed, removing your fingers. Your hand then gripped his cock at the base, holding him straight up and prodding his fat red tip at your hole before slowly dropping your hips and taking him deeper and deeper. He genuinely whined at the grip on him. You didn’t even wait for him to catch up, immediately beginning to bounce on his lap. His eyes were wide, staring up at you, his mouth agape.

“Waitwaitwait- fuck- Baby, please! Slow down!” He gasped, hands gripping your hips but still not trying to make you stop. He swore loudly, his muscles tensing. You, instead of slowing down, sped up, occasionally grinding your hips. “I thought you wanted me to ride you?” You asked, reaching down to pinch and twist his nipples again. “I did but -shit! I did but I’m going to cum too-” His voice cracked, pitching up an octave. “Gonna cum too soon!”

“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You grinned, a very slight sheen of sweat appearing on your skin. He didn’t know why he was so close, so soon but he knew he was not going to be able to keep himself from going over the edge if you kept riding him like you were.

A particularly hard pinch paired with a pull nearly made him squeal, cock throbbing as he emptied his balls deep inside, face scrunching up and his eyebrows knitted together. If you did know any better, he might have looked like he was in pain but the steady yet slight bucking of his hips told you differently. He was left gasping, his eyes snapping open at you still riding him like you had just started. He looked down at his cock, the white ring beginning to gather around the base and the cum that was gradually leaking out gathering in the patch of hair.

“Just a little longer…” You sounded so out of breath. “I’m almost there, baby.” You rested your hands on his chest to give yourself leverage to force his cock deeper, regardless of if it was actually possible. His moans were becoming broken and whiney. He couldn’t help it, his poor cock was so overstimulated, the pain mixing beautifully with the pleasure. He whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes, sticking to his eyelashes.

Soon he gathered himself enough to pull you down, chest flush against his and buried his face into your neck, letting his whines and whimpers spill freely. His hips thrust up into you sloppily. “Please come on my cock! Oh shit. It feels s-so good.” He begged. “Pleasepleaseplease.” He pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. The poor boy couldn’t keep himself from biting down on your shoulder as he spilt another load into your hole as his eyes rolled back when you finally clenched around him, squealing out your own orgasm.

139 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 04:34:20 GMT

Asahi Azumane x GN!Reader

Rating: M

Content: Asahi getting the Gluck Gluck 3000, little mention of gagging, dubcon-ish, no plot only succ, reader is kinda domish, bit of dirty talk at the end, pet names (Baby/Sweetheart).

This is how you return to your blog in STYLE.

This was embarrassing, wasn’t it? Well, not for you at least. Poor Asahi on the other hand, looked as if he was about to fall over. His cheeks were bright pink with the color slowly creeping up to his ears. His back was pressed snugly against the wall, looking down at his darling. You were kneeling down in front of him, drawing patterns on his thigh. “Y/N, sweetheart? What-” He shivered at your fingers just ever so lightly dancing over his zipper. He knew exactly what you were going to do but his brain demanded confirmation. “What are you planning on?” He spoke slowly, knowing he would stutter over his words. You smiled widely, eyes flashing a mischievous glint. “Nothin’ much, Azu.” You mumbled, gently nuzzling your face directly into his slowly tightening pants. “I just thought I’d give you…” You paused in mock thought. “Just thought I’d give you a little treat. I’m sure you’ll love it, Azu.” You began to slowly undo his pants.

Asahi sucked in a breath quickly, his muscles stiffening as you pushed down his pants down to his ankles. “S-Sweetheart. You don’t need to.” He threaded his fingers through your hair to carefully coax you away from his hardening cock. “Let me make you feel good instead.” He tried, not expecting you to quip back at him so quickly. “But I’ll feel really good if you feel good.” He didn’t really understand why you had always been so bent on going down on him. He had heard about what it was like from his other teammates. His mind began to wander to those conversations. The comments about how it felt to have somebody’s throat contract around the sensitive head, tongue sticking out slightly and either running over the shaft or leaving very light kitten licks at the sensitive skin of their sac, or using their hands to either stroke what parts couldn’t be reached by mouth or running their fingers over the sac or even the perineum. He swallowed loudly, not noticing that he had grown even harder at the thought of you doing any of those things to him. He snapped back into reality when you pressed kisses against the print of his cock which was being pressed between his snug fitting briefs and his well toned thigh. He let out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. “Azumane, what are you thinking about?” You asked softly, beginning to palm and rub against his clothed shaft. He remained quiet, his fingers twitching slightly at the contact. His hips jostled slightly when he felt his briefs being pulled down.

Asahi could feel his face heating up when you began to leave open mouth kisses starting at his thighs, onto his shaft and up to the flushed tip. A soft moan slipped between his lips at the sensation. This was embarrassing. He was blushing, trembling, and beginning to moan and you had barely done anything to him. How was he getting so weak at the knees from these light touches? You had so much power over him, he was wrapped around your finger. A shaky sigh left his lips before muttering, “I’m… I’m not thinking of anythin’.” An obvious lie. Gently threading his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you. “Well in that case,” You whispered before licking a broad stripe up the side before sucking the head into your mouth. He felt a shiver run up his spine. “That feels nice.” He sighed, eyes half lidded. Asahi didn’t know what was going to happen next considering he was always insistent that he was the one pleasing.

You slipped your fingers up the hem of his shirt, dipping your fingers under the fabric. Your fingers brushed over the light outline of abs, pushing his shirt further up as you trailed up towards his chest. His hand clasped over yours, a sheepish smile on his blushing face. Your lips twitched up into a smile before slowly inching your way down his shaft. A low groan slipped out from his lips as you worked your way down, eventually feeling the spongy head tapping against the back of your throat. “A-ah… Sweetheart, be careful.” A sharp, surprised gasp cut him off. “O-oh god.” He squeezed his eyes shut,his fist tightening in your hair without him realizing. You had wrapped those nimble fingers of yours around his hard shaft, slowing pumping him. When he had composed himself enough he opened his eyes, only to see you peering up at him through your eyelashes. He moaned loudly at the lewd sight. Drool was beginning to collect around your head as you began bobbing your head. The hand knotted in your hair was slowly beginning to guide you along his length, soft pants and moans beginning to fall freely from him. You could feel the light rumble in his chest. Slipping your hand from his, you raked your nails down his chest and stomach.

Soon you wanted to hear more sounds from him. Yes, he was giving you those delightful groans you loved but you really wanted to hear him let himself go. An idea popped into your head and you would have smirked. You suddenly pushed your head further down, breathing through your nose as well as you could as the bulbous head reached the back of your throat. Your throat contracted around him, earning you a buck of his hips and a loud moan. His body arched over yours, the hand resting on his chest flying to the top of your head. You moved one of your hands to cup his balls, another gasp being heard. Now he was starting to get louder, only being able to muffle a few of his moans. Pulling your lips off of him, you begin to pump your hand quickly as you look up to him with an innocent smile. “Azu, are you close? I can feel you starting to tense up.” His hips began to thrust into your hand. “Is this getting you even more hot and bothered? Me talking to you like this?” He let out a higher pitched moan. “Can you come for me my sweet man?” You cooed, a choked moan coming from his mouth. His hips stuttered. “Oh g- Fuck!”

You slowed down your hand to help him ride through his orgasm without overstimulating him. Asahi let out shaky pants and whines, actual whines. “You sound so pretty, baby.” You whispered, smiling up to him. While your smile was sweet and innocent, you licking the liquid remnants of his orgasm from your hands was anything but. “I think,” He swallowed thickly, “I think I should return the favor, Sweetheart,” He had a soft smile on his. “Would you like that?”

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Thinking about cockwarming Issei but he just keeps. Fucking. Moving. And he knows what he’s doing, he’s not dumb. He knows moving around is making his huge dick rub and prod at every sensitive spot inside your tight hole. He knows that he’s slowly pushing you towards an orgasm by the way your whimpering. And he has the audacity to pull you closer by the hips as he whispers in your ear ‘Don’t you dare cum’

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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M’Baku’s Love- Chapter 2

Sorry, had to repost it. For some reason it was all blacked out on mobile? Idk, it’s weird and I’m still trying to understand tumblr.

Anywho, here’s Chapter 2 of M’Baku’s Love. Check out my masterlist HERE to read chapter 1 if you haven’t already, and take a look at my other stories as well. As always, let me know what you think or if you want to be tagged in anything. Enjoy!

Word count: 2689

M’Baku pulled up to the Outreach Center a little earlier than necessary on Tuesday. He got out the automated car and leaned against it, crossing his arms as he scanned over the building and its surroundings while reflecting on the mission at hand. If they were successful, thousands of Black children, millions if they expand, would be given a better education and connected to their old, pre-colonizer ways.

He smiled at the thought and turned to grab his things, when he noticed a small rainbow dash from the other side of the parking lot into the building. It took him a moment to process what he saw, but he realized it was Miss In a Hurry, rushing yet again. He smiled fondly and shook his head before heading towards the Outreach Center, opening the door and heading inside the cool, air conditioned building.

Once the chief settled in his office he went over the assistant files one more time, preparing for their interviews. He went over his upcoming day in his head and remembered that his meeting with the head of the Arts Department was at 11. He smiled to himself, dreamily, at the thought of her bright teal hair and her deep dark eyes, but shook himself out of it when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Mr. M’Baku?” a tall, slender man who looked to be in his early twenties stood in the doorway dressed in slacks and a button-down.

“Yes, who is asking?”

“Deontae Greene, I’m here for my interview,” the young man introduced himself. They shook hands and the interview began. Truthfully, M’Baku didn’t need to interview the other candidates, he had already decided on hiring Deontae the moment his interview ended. He went through the motions of the second and third interview, focusing on the clock more than the interviewees. As soon as his third interview ended, he called Deontae to offer him the position, then went for a quick walk around the center to stretch his legs.

M’Baku found himself outside one of Shuri’s STEM courses, watching as the middle school aged children learned coding languages. She waved him in, and he tentatively stepped inside.

“Everybody, this is M’Baku. He’s the leader of the Jabari tribe in Wakanda.”

A chorus of “Hi M’Baku” erupted from the room, and he smiled before greeting them back.

“Mholo, children. What are you working on today?”

A little girl in the back with braces and pigtails was the first to answer.

“Princess Shuri is teaching us how to make computers work by telling it what to do in different computer languages.”

M’Baku looked at Shuri in confusion and she waved it off to explain later.

The large chief walked around the room to get a look at what they were doing, but quickly made it back to the front of the room when he caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

“I have a meeting, or I would stay longer princess.”

“Go, and don't be a stranger to this side of the center. Technology isn't all bad,” Shuri said with a wink as he left and shut the door behind him.

M’Baku’s long legs carried him back to his office in record time, where he was met with the sight of the head of the arts department sitting cross-legged in the chair outside his office, writing in a notebook.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, I wandered down to the STEM wing and lost track of time,” M’Baku rambled on until she looked up at him. Today she had on gold wire-rimmed glasses instead of her red cat-eye frames from the day before, and he liked that he could see her eyes better with this pair. When their eyes met his heart thumped a little louder and his skin felt a little warmer. He watched a small smile brighten up her face as she set her notebook down before unravelling her legs to stand up.

“I wasn’t waiting long. Plus it was your turn to be running late this time,” she responded. M’Baku gestured for her to enter the office first and she obliged before perching cross-legged in the chair across from him. He rounded the desk and sat down, looking into her eyes.

“I do not believe we were properly introduced to one another,” he held out his hand to her, shaking it from across the desk. “I am M’Baku, as you already know from yesterday.”

“Monae Johnson. It’s nice to officially meet you, M’Baku. And my apologies about the other day, I accidentally took a nap and woke up with barely enough time to- I’m rambling, my bad, I do that sometimes.” She rubbed the back of her head..

“It is no problem, really,” more than anything, M’Baku found her adorable.

“So did you end up trying the place I suggested?”

“Yes, I am actually glad you ran into me. I loved The V Spot. It was an excellent recommendation, thank you.” M’Baku had to give props where they were due and this woman definitely knew food. “You must tell me, what else is good in the area?”

“There’s so much! What do you like?”

“I am new to most cuisines, but I am open. Our meeting ends around lunchtime, would you care to accompany me and show me something I might like?”

Monae’s chest tightened up at his seemingly unintended double entendre. The man before her was fine as aged wine and she was having a very difficult time concentrating on the conversation, instead wishing she could see how soft his lips are. She looked down at the ring on her left ring finger and sighed, knowing she’d regret her decision.

“I’d love to.”

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“You’re a vegan, right?”

“Vegetarian, but vegan is fine.”

“Ever tried Indian food?”

“I cannot say that I have.”

“Come on, there’s a place around here with some really good lunch specials. I hope you like it.”

“Well your last suggestion was superb, so I trust you,” he said with a wink. Monae blushed and turned away, but not before he noticed. M’Baku fought to contain his smile and cleared his throat. “So are you from Oakland?”

“Nope, I’m from Nashville. A southern girl at heart,” she said with her best southern debutante affectation. “I came to Cali for college and just never left.”

“What made you stay?”

“Honestly? It never gets cold here, not the type of cold that seeps into your bones anyway. The worst I’ve felt here is chilly. I’m not made for anything below 50 degrees.”

“As chief of the Jabari I must say I am a little offended, Miss Johnson.”

Monae’s face twisted up, but then softened when she saw the glint in his eye. Was he flirting?

“My apologies, your highness,” she said with a curtsey. “But I’ll admire it from afar.” Her ring flashed in her line of vision, but she shook it out of her mind.

“Besides, you are wrong. Anything over 40 degrees is unfit for habitation. The weather here makes me want to crawl into my refrigerator.”

Monae shivered at the thought.

The two of them arrived at Bombay Palace and since he trusted her judgement, she ordered for the table. The waiter took their menus and quickly brought their waters with lemon slices.

“Are you a vegetarian as well?”

“Um sometimes. I don't eat red meat, but I still eat fish and poultry on occasion. I’m mostly plant-based though. I read that the Jabari are pescetarian, what made you switch over?”

“You have been reading about us, eh?”

“Well I like to know who I’m working with, and I imagine that over the next few months we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, so yes I read about the Jabari.”

“Yes, I would hope so,” M’Baku said before taking a sip of his water while watching her. He noticed her shiver under his gaze and adjust herself in the booth and he smirked, knowing he was getting to her. “And I just do not like the taste of fish very much. Earlier you mentioned having a dance background, do you still dance?”

“I’m so busy I barely have enough time nowadays outside of teaching a class at the center here and there.”

The waiter returned with their samosa appetizer and Monae danced in her seat a little, making M’Baku crack a smile at her endearing antics. They both dug in, M’Baku immediately thanking Hanuman for the food he had received. The familiar yet unfamiliar tastes swirled around in his mouth like a gold medal ice skater at the winter olympics, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Mmm, what is this?”

“Samosas.”

“I could eat this for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”

Monae giggled and almost choked on her food, “This is just the first course, wait until you taste the paneer.”

The two of them continued to talk as more food came out, not watching the time at all.

“How does your family feel about you living so far away?”

“Well my little sister is in college at NYU, living her own life, and my parents died six years ago in a car crash, so they don't feel much of anything anymore.”

He was torn between laughing at her joke and feeling a deep sadness for her loss.

“What’s your family like?”

“I am the oldest of ten-”

“Ten?!”

“Yes.”

“Your poor mama...”

M’Baku’s laughter roared through the restaurant and forced a laugh out of Monae as well. Of course his laugh was as big as he was, and her mind briefly wondered if everything about him was proportional to his size before she was pulled out of her daydream by a ringing telephone. She looked down and her face dropped when she read the name on her screen. “Shit. Uh, sorry I have to answer this- Hi honey...yeah of course...uh-huh...no, just out at lunch with a colleague-”

He couldn’t believe his ears. He knew for a fact that she was flirting with him, yet here he was talking to her “honey.” He wanted to roll his eyes, but instead returned them to his bowl and kept eating.

“Hey, D, can I call you back? We’re just about done here...Ok, bye.” She hung up the phone and cleared her throat.

“Boyfriend?”

“Fiance actually,” she said, showing off the ring on her finger.

“Interesting…”

“What is?”

M’Baku leaned back in his chair and looked into her eyes as he spoke.

“I was not aware you were already spoken for.”

Something about the tone of his voice made her face heat up and she crossed her legs tighter.

“I have my ring on, what would make you think otherwise?”

“That right there,” he gestured to her flushed skin and fidgeting lower half. “You are awfully flirty for someone who is betrothed.”

Monae had hoped he wouldn’t notice and they could carry on like earlier, but the moment was ruined.

M’Baku looked at his watch, realizing they spent almost two hours at the restaurant. “We should get back to the center, I am sure we are missed.”

“M’Baku, I’m sorry to lead you on, but that wasn’t my intention, I just-”

“There is no need to explain, Monae.” He flashed her his gap-toothed smile and called for the waiter to bring their check. He paid, not without plenty of arguing on her end, and they headed back to work.

Shortly after he made it back to his desk the king and prince barged in.

“Soooo…?” N’Jadaka tried to get the conversation going, but M’Baku wasn’t following.

“How did it go?” T’Challa added.

“How did what go?”

The cousins looked at each other in exasperation, and yet again the hot headed prince pushed the issue further.

“Your date nigga! We saw you and Monae walking all close and shit.”

“It was not a date,” He loved the Udakus dearly, but Hanuman, they could be an annoying and intrusive bunch. “She is engaged.”

“Barely,” the cousins said with an eye roll.

“What do you mean ‘barely’?”

“My friend, she has been engaged for three years now with no wedding plans in place and he is almost never home. Like we said: barely.”

M’Baku would never knowingly break up a happy home, but he saw her body language on the phone and she didn’t seem to be as into her fiance as she was into him. Yes he was shiny and new, but the exasperation in her voice at his interruption told him what he needed to know.

“Far be it from me to advocate for adultery, but-”

“It ain't far from me, cuz,” N’Jadaka butted in. “Bak, that beautiful fairy of a woman likes your big ape ass for some reason. Fuck that nigga, she was looking at you like you’re already daddy.”

M’Baku looked over to T’Challa who was nodding in agreement. He had watched her during their department head meeting and every time M’Baku spoke she perked up and the tension fell from her shoulders. She was definitely feeling him.

“I have met this fiance just once and did not get a good vibe from him. I am not sure what it is yet, but there is something-”

M’Baku cut him off before he could even finish. He knew if he let them continue they would end up hatching a plan and roping him into it, so he nipped it in the bud.

“Do not worry about it, I would prefer to remain unattached for the short while I am here, anyway. Now if you know someone who would like something more casual, I would not mind meeting them at some point.”

“I’ll keep an eye out, brother”

“I think the newest history teacher is single, or at least there's no ring on her finger. I can’t remember her name though, is it Keisha? Naima? Whatever it is, she’s fine as hell,” N’Jadaka’s hands outlined her voluptuous body for him, which caught his interest. “I’ll see what I can do. We gon get you some pussy bruh, on Bast.”

T’Challa simply nodded in agreement again.

“Thank you both for your concern,” M’Baku responded dryly. “Now if you gentlemen would excuse me, I have to meet with the social studies department head in a minute.”

“We understand when we are not wanted, but please at least let N’Jadaka set you up. You need to get back out there again, it’s been more than enough time,” the king patted his friend’s shoulder before leaving the room, his cousin doing the same.

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M’Baku’s last meeting didn’t end until 5 pm, and he was more than ready to get home, cook dinner, and watch a little more Fresh Prince. He packed up his things and headed out towards his car, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted Monae on the other side of the parking lot struggling with several boxes. He jogged over and took them from her hands.

“Here, let me.”

“How are you everywhere?” She laughed.

“You are just lucky, I guess.” He flashed her his million-dollar smile and she was hooked again. Derrick be damned.

“Yeah, I guess I am...um, thank you M’Baku...well uh, I should go. Busy day tomorrow with the open house and all.”

“Ah yes, what exactly is an open house?”

She chuckled at his naivety.

“Basically people from the community get to come here after hours to see what we offer. Think of it like a mass tour.”

“Interesting, well since I have nothing to show them on this tour I am sure I will have time to help if you need it.”

“Thank you, M’Baku, I just might take you up on that.”

“Good. Well, you should go home and rest for the big day ahead. I will see you tomorrow Monae.”

“Get home safe!”

It warmed his heart to hear her caring about his safety, even if it's something she said to everybody. A dreamy smile parted his lips and he felt as if she had just kissed his cheek and sent him on his way.

“You as well, Monae. You as well...”

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#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #m'baku #m'baku's love #m'baku x oc #black!oc #fluff #jada kingdom

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riisinaakka-draws · 3 years

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part 2/6

2nd part of my old Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

This time the drawings are short comics that were abandoned for a reason or another, mostly because I lost the interest or felt like there was too much to redraw compared to the satisfaction of finishing something else more interesting. There’s also some talk about rigid mindset and how overthinking can lead to stagnation.

Contains early silverflint moments, specks of dust, rackham's glasses are found, jealous-Billy spying, desk-Flint gets caught, "squint-squint", a quiet moment and its bird dilemma etc.

And please do not steal and repost elsewhere. But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations!

Long-ish post under the cut!

“What are you thinking about?”

“Specks of dust.”

“Liar.”

The idea was to show how much they and their relationship had changed. This was around 2016 when the season 3 began and I was still re-learning to draw with a tablet. Another art from the same time period (and idea) is this art: The Dynamic Duet.

And for some reason I was really stuck up thinking that I’d have to first do the sketch, then the clean line art, then planes underneath, then shadows etc. and I have always struggled with that kind of approach! Mainly because I hate doing clean line work, lol. And I was a fool for trying to start with a white canvas! It’s so much harder to find values and plan things, or at least in my opinion..

“Rackham’s glasses are found”

To celebrate their new pirate alliance, they share the four lenses of Rackham’s sunglasses as they were also found at the time (because I wanted it to resurface and they could be made into jewellery you know...). This was right after the episode where Anne fights and hurts her hands (here wearing protecting mittens from Max even though she’s not trusted at the moment). Uh, this doesn’t spark joy interest me much and it’s quite stiff and would recuire a lot of redrawing faces, so - discarded!

I somewhat like the idea still (them having something to share, although it’s on Jack’s detriment). I tried to find a stylished comical easier doodlier? way to draw them and draw clean lines etc, but it just wasn’t for me. Also here too, the background is blank and too bright. Later I started to think things as scenes and draw everything at the same time instead of adding the bg later or trying to show everything (and everyone) at the same time.

Here’s also Billy in the same story:

He’s spying on them and since it’s so bright he’s wearing his diy “sunglasses” and being envious to the others. *cough* uhhh...Idk? Also people were shipping Ben Gunn (and cheese) with Billy, so that bled into this too... Charles’ spirit is riding the “big white bird” that was mentioned in Teach’ story and in this case it’s a pelican.

As you can see, I also wasn’t using the brushes that I use nowadays. A hard (or soft) round brushes with no change in opacity just aren’t for me. For example, in traditional art, I struggle with markers and copics, but really enjoy charcoals and watercolours. I prefer ragged edges, layering and thus blending things into each other (and leaving the viewer to fill in the gaps) instead of having stark or definite things. I also struggle with vector drawings, although I have decided to finally start learning to use them...somedayyyy.

Also, I wasn’t paying attention to anatomy, like, at all LMAO. I was just so happy to be able to put something on the canvas.

This is one of my first ink drawings, but I cannot find the original anymore. Again, I like the idea, but not how things look art-wise. And I was so adamant, that I have to get everything right in the traditional drawing and not fix anything later on on photoshop because then it would be cheating. And thus, I was never able to move on or finish this properly the way I liked it (idiot).

BUT! It was a good practise to just draw and test things on paper and gain confidense on drawing things in overall (as I was still getting back into art). To get over the fear of blank paper you know, and try to find my style whatever it would start to form into.

Oh, yeah, Desk Flint.

Desk Flint was a thing for a while (still is, lol). Another drawing from that time is this Slingshot Pirate (2016). And Desk Flint keeps repeating in many later works too. The point is mainly “Flint sitting behind his desk and people interrupt him and I don’t have to draw him fully”

Well, anyway... moving on.

Here’s a plan that has been stuck for years. It’s name is “Squint-squint.” Left is the sketch (with another sketch underneath because the expressions were clearer in the old one). On the right is the continued piece with colour scheme but I cropped the eyes panel and faces out (it was so ugly for some reason) but if I ever continue/finish this, it will be redrawn there in the middle.)

Left. “On that moment their eyes were literally open(ed).”

Right. “After squinting on the shore for days, they had actually forgotten how pretty the other idiot’s eyes were.”

I still like it, quite a lot, but my perfectionist ass only sees too much “boring” things to draw and get right, so it hasn’t been a priority for a long time and other works have kept me occupied and more interested in them.

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“Quiet Moment.” 2018 (a wordless comic happening after the events of Charles Town)

I’m going to explain after these pictures, but see how big the difference is when you start to look at references and plan things together (the space, “camera” movement, background etc). I also started to colour with coarser brushes:

I drew this around early 2018. A lot of improvement! Still quite a lot of negative space (empty white backgrounds), but it fits this work. A few things tell where we are (the ship’s cabin and the balcony). Changing distances and how things are cropped/framed make things more moving and focused (and less to draw, lol). Colours and brush strokes are softer, more layered and so on.

But guess why it’s still a wip!

I couldn’t decide what bird is flying over there.

Yeap! At first it was an albatross (doesn’t go to Bahamas?). Then a seagull (but which seagull? there’s so many subspecies! Is the ship at sea or at the harbour? what birds are there on the open water/ close to the shore?? oh noo...) So, yeah, wayyyy too much over-thinking.

At some point I ended up with white-tailed-tropic-bird which was a plus! because it sounds like the bosun’s whistle, but at that point I was so tangled and frustrated and still had so much to finish with this that I left it be. Also Flint’s face looks different in every frame so I would’ve had to change some parts, lol. And then I forgot it for a couple of years! And then I had learned to draw a bit differently and again saw too much things to do, so it’s quite hard to take on this again, especially when there are so many other interesting wips waiting...

But I still really like the feeling of it! And the colour scheme. So I might just limit the things I’m allowed to fix and then post it as it own someday. I mean, it’s 90% finished, but the last reach just feels like miles.

And that’s what usually happens with my wips. They reach a certain point and it suddenly becomes really hard to finish or get back into.

But every time I learn things and then use the information in another work! :D

Final note for this post (altough this has been said hundreds of times): use references and look how things go and try to see the structure and form beneath things. And think where it is happening and how the light and surroundings affects the characters and/or spaces. And maybe think what you’re trying to convey with the art, what idea? what emotions? what purpose? or like, what are you trying to learn with the piece? and so on...

Thanks for checking this out, I hope you had fun <3

#black sails doodle #long post #but not as long as the future ones heh #tag for Block Spoils doodles #<- if you want to black list these

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Title: snowbound pt 1 of 2/3

Theme: snow

Fandom / Character(s):Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Earth!FemaleReader.

Warnings: First up. I preface with two strong warnings.. I am not a medical professional in any capacity. Second, I am only kind of a casual Star Wars fan, so Idk how things work in their universe as compared to here on Earth. The actual warnings here are blood!tw and injury!tw. Again, I remind you. I am neither a veteran star wars fan nor a medical professional. So, some things may be entirely wrong. And Ben Solo is most likely written totally OOC as he is not a character I am used to writing, by any stretch although i love him with my whole heart... Anyway... The warnings are: Blood!TW, Injury!TW, OOC fandom character and a strong dose of hurt comfort / fluff in the next parts I kind of hope i get to do for this. This part is so long because I was using it to sort of set things in motion..

Word Count: 2k. Listen, I was setting things up and got carried away, rip me.

Listen... You all just don’t fucking understand how much I love Kylo/Ben... I know, I know, he’s a bad guy. Anyway, this is me doing something I’ve literally been dying to do, a scenario in which Ben somehow winds up Earthbound just in time for the holidays...This is my daily entry for my bb @champbucks over on the @12daysofchristmas challenge blog...

OH YEAH.. for the sake of a timeline here.. This part takes place around the end of November/beginning of December. Part two will take place two and a half weeks later and part three will take part a day or so, maybe two, after part two. Trust me, this needed to be said.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

TAGGING:

So, here’s the thing.. There really isn’t anyone on my Star Wars masterlist and like... I haven’t really written anything Star Wars related... Until now. So, if you want to be tagged in my star wars stuff, click the little link below or send me an ask/dm on my main and I’ll happily add you.

@champbucks and @12daysofchristmas

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“What the hell?”

The boom from outside had the windows to my grandma’s old cabin rattling and I quickly sat up just in time to look out the window at the head of my bed to see a bright flash of blue as it disappeared beyond the treeline across the road.

,, Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” my brain nagged at me the whole time I was slipping on the jeans I’d worn earlier in the day. That nagging only grew as I slipped on my warmest boots and by the time I had my daddy’s old shotgun loaded and I was heading out the door, I wasn’t entirely sure if going over to see what the hell was going on in the woods across from my house was a good idea or not.

I mean yeah, the odds were that some idiot kids were racing around Deadman’s curve and one crashed.. Or a drunk trying to drive home on an icy road hit black ice and lost control… At the thoughts of what probably happened, I stopped in the middle of the road and felt my back pocket.

As soon as my fingers grazed the cool weight of my cell phone, I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the woods on the other side of the little country road.

My eyes were adjusting to the semi darkness, so when the wrecked craft came into view just a few feet into the trees, I had to stop and really stare at it, rubbing my eyes.

“What the fuck?” the words left my mouth in a soft gasp as all the breath left my body. I knew exactly what I had to be looking at by now… And rather than turn and walk away, back to my grandma’s cabin, I kept moving closer. Pushing through bushes and trees and overgrown weeds and dead grass as I made my way towards the clearing to get a better look.

I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, because everybody knows there’s a damn good reason we have a military base on the outskirts of our little town and we all know they’re not testing weather balloons out there.. I knew that if this were a military thing, there would most likely be a cover-up.

So I did what anybody would and I pulled out my camera, recording the crash site and taking a few pictures of the craft as I walked around it slowly.

I froze completely when I heard a wounded groan.

Now, I’d assumed that whoever crashed whatever this… Thing.. Was… they’d gotten the hell out of dodge as soon as the crash was over.

,,Or they were dead on contact because the impact was really hard.’’ my brain finished. I glanced all around the clearing that the craft crashed in the middle of. Everything was silent. Almost deathly silent, as if something had come along and sucked up all the sounds and background noise. I shivered and hugged myself, swearing under my breath about not having the presence of mind to stop for a jacket or grab my first aid kit on my way over here...

A scream died on my lips when I felt a strong grip wrap around my ankle as soon as I stepped closer to the wrecked craft, bending down to peer inside, my phone out and ready to call for emergency services.

When I looked down, after I dove away as quickly as possible, of course, I swallowed hard and tried to find words.

“Help.”

As he said it, I got the distinct feeling that this was not a word he enjoyed saying, not at all.

I could only nod and when my brain finally felt it had enough time to process what was going on, it kicked into overdrive.

“Can you pull yourself out?” I finally managed to ask the question.

“Trapped.” the word came on the heels of words that were totally unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I knew instinctively that this guy had to be swearing up a storm and in immense pain.

I guess tonight’s one of the few reasons I’m glad I went into the medical field instead of becoming a horror novelist or a starving artist like I used to want to when I was a kid. Tonight my years of school and training and the experience I’d gotten thus far as an intern at the hospital in town was all going to come in handy.

Because the lack of military vehicles or police by now only meant one thing to me.

The military either didn’t know yet so this gave me a chance to finally do something about the way they were polluting the water supply and making people sick or… Nobody knew about this.

Laughing softly at the thought that I might’ve stumbled onto an alien crash landing, I bent lower, peering into the smashed window and I dug around in my jeans pocket until I found my dad’s old pocket knife.

“I’m gonna.. I’ll try to cut you out, okay?” I muttered. He grunted, a light pained scowl playing at gorgeous and full lips.

I leaned inside a little, swearing as I felt shards of glass.. Or whatever the material was on the windows, digging into my hand..As soon as I got a good look, I realized that he wasn��t trapped by a harness or belt of any kind.

He was trapped because when the craft he was inside made impact, the damn thing basically folded like a soda can. I winced. Drawing a few sharp and shaky breaths, the fog from their warmth lingering in the air as I tried to stop and think.

I should be calling EMTS. I should be leaving him here because everything I’ve ever learned about accidents of any kind clearly predicates that if someone is hurt and you don’t know how fucking bad, you don’t move them.

But here’s the problem with that knowledge and my current situation… If I didn’t do something, then either that military installation was going to get away with the shit they’ve been doing the past few years since they mysteriously popped up on the outskirts, show up to finish this guy off in the time it took me to get help on the way… And then they might just do me in also because I had evidence and proof that they were up to something shady out there... Or… They’d find him and take him back to the base and do God only knew what to him.

,, but he might be an alien…” my brain gave me the gentle reminder and the counter argument arose almost immediately, ,, he can’t be. He looks like I do. He looks human. I can’t just turn my back and leave the guy… If he is military and they do realize what’s happened, he’s as good as dead… And I cannot live with someone’s blood on my hands.”

And with that thought, I proceeded to try and figure out the safest way I could to go about breaking years of protocol that had been drilled into my brain.

I started with the obvious. I leaned in, my body brushing against him as I raised my hand, pressing my fingers to his neck, feeling for the jugular so I could attempt to see if his pulse was steady.

He groaned quietly and I explained in a hushed tone, trying to keep him calm, “I’m trying to take your pulse… to make sure it’s okay to move you if I can get you loose. Because we’re gonna have to get you out of here somehow.”

He merely nodded. I almost asked if he spoke the same language as me, but that was a later question. I was still operating under the assumption that I was working with a very small time frame, either way.

Because even if the military didn’t know what happened out here, they would soon.. Because this just felt like something they would be aware of or become aware of. And I wasn’t going to let them get their hands on the guy, especially when he was injured and far too weak to fight them off.

Or so I thought…

,, where the hell am I? What happened? Need to.. Get out of here. Get back to the others.”

I heard it so clearly that for a second or so, I thought he might’ve actually spoken. I answered quietly, “You’re in Montana. Apparently, you crashed whatever the hell this thing is. If you’ll be still and stay calm sir, I’m trying to get you out of here. We have to hurry. If those damn military guys realize what happened and come down, we’re both probably fucked.” and continued checking him over.

I dreaded what I was about to have to try and do, because if there was any internal injury, I was about to make it worse. The goal, I decided mentally, was to move him as carefully but as quickly as possible.

He gritted his teeth and gave another long and wounded grunt as he seemed to pick up on my rush and started trying to maneuver his legs free from the part holding them in place.

“Okay, whoa. Easy, sir. Stop moving, damn it!” I said frantically, eyes widening as they settled on the dark depths of his eyes.

He glared at me, speaking in a calm but firm tone. “I have to get out of here.”

“And if you’ll go about this carefully, like I said before, you might actually live through this. I don’t know if you’ve been injured internally or not. I won’t know how severe your injuries are until I’m back at my cabin. I’m hoping that since you’re vocal enough to be an entire stubborn ass right now, that you’re really not seriously injured.” I snapped back because he’d snapped at me just seconds before.

He eyed me, almost wary. Almost as if he weren’t entirely sure whether to trust me. But I stared him down, firmly as I could. He managed to get his legs free and clear of the way they’d been pinned somehow and if I hadn’t thought the guy might be strong as an ox when he grabbed my ankle before, I now knew that fact beyond a shadow of doubt.

Oh, he grunted and groaned and growled in pain the entire time, but he seemed to be entirely too stubborn for his own good, too hell bent on getting himself out.

Once he was slowly pulling himself through the busted glass and lying on the snow, I cleared my throat. He winced and gritted his teeth as he pulled himself to a sitting position in the snow. The form fitting black garment he wore on his upper body was shredded in a place or two from the way he’d pulled himself through the window of the wreckage.

“Do you think you can walk? Because we need to figure something out.” I asked the question as I worked on keeping calm. But I was in a bit of a panic see, because internal injuries are difficult to spot and often, they go unnoticed until the person injured either dies or suffers massive complications. And I knew that me, moving him as little as I had and then him freeing himself from the wreckage somehow and all that movement… It was tempting fate, in my own opinion, but I was that determined not to let all this be covered up or to have this man’s blood on my hands.

He looked as if he were going to attempt it and I stood, holding my hands out to him to at least try to help him. But after the second or third attempt, the fight or flight response within me kicked in and I was… Growing impatient to get him indoors and both of us hidden away somewhere safely.

“I’ve got an ATV up at the cabin. It’s literally just across the road at the top of the hill… I need you to stay here and stay hidden. Are we clear?” I didn’t mean to bark it at him like an order, I guess I just assumed at the time that if he were a soldier who worked that base, he was used to it.

He bit his lip and eyed me.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” that firm tone, I won’t even begin to go into the effect it had on me, but I was the one who wasn’t injured and didn’t possibly have the US Armed Forces about to pop up at any second, so I had to act as if nothing he did or said had any sort of effect on me at all.

And god was it ever hard!

“Which one of us crashed a fucking piece of government property and is injured, sir?” my hand dragged through damp hair and tugged a little as I tapped my boot against the crunchy snow covered forest floor.

“ The ship is mine.” he corrected. I eyed him with a brow raised.

“Whatever you say. Either way, arguing semantics with you is not getting either of us to my cabin.”

The searing pain that shot through my palm as I rubbed it against my jeans had me grimacing, but I tried to ignore it. He stared me down, head tilted slightly.

“Alright. I’m going now.” I turned on my heels and I bolted up the hillside, hurrying so fast across the slippery pavement separating me from my cabin that I nearly slipped a time or two and I finally got to the shed that I’d parked the ATV under after riding it along the creekbank earlier to look for fallen trees I could use as firewood.

The keys were still in the ignition. I jumped on and fired it up, biting back a pained whimper as I curled my hand around the handlebar and that only put more pressure on the wound that I didn’t even realize I’d gotten trying to help the man out.

I shoved out the pain and focused on getting back across the road as quickly as possible. And in the back of my mind, yes.. I did find it more than a little odd that nobody had come down. The neighbors a mile away from me have to have heard… Then I remembered that Herb and Isla were out of town, in Kentucky with their oldest daughter and her family for the holidays.

,, c’mon lady luck, don’t fail me now.” the thought came and went and I took a shortcut through the treeline that I knew would put me straight in front of the crash site. Now I just had to hope to God that the guy was okay and he hadn’t left the scene.

Right as the crashed ship came into view, I spotted him trying yet again to use the wreckage to pull himself to his feet and I rushed over.

“You’re a stubborn one.”

“Trying to..” he took a few heavy breaths and grumbled before continuing, “Get back home.”

“And you can do that.. The second you’re at least partially healed, sir. I’m gonna…” I trailed off, awkwardly positioning myself against his side so that he could use me as a crutch and lean on me to get to the ATV so I could take him back to my place, “Lean on me.”

But the guy was an actual fucking giant.

And normally, in a non life or death situation, I’d have been absolutely mesmerized by… Pretty much everything about him. But tonight, I was too focused. Too intent on getting both of us to safety.

,, daddy always told me curiosity killed the cat. Now look what I’m smack in the middle of.” I thought to myself, grunting a little as he leaned into me heavily, my arm around his lower back and his arm around my shoulders as he clumsily tried to make his way to the ATV.

Once I got on and he managed to get himself on behind me, I took off. “Might wanna cover your face.”

And a minute or so later, as I parked the ATV right at my porch steps to make it a little easier to get him inside, he eyed me warily again, this time questioning, “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know who I was?”

“What do you mean was?” I asked the question, all the worst possible scenarios flashing through my mind. And that adrenaline surge from earlier that I had yet to come down from? A little more panicked.

He muttered something and shrugged, putting a shoulder around me again as he grunted and managed to get himself standing.

The light overhead on my porch caught on his bloodied pants leg and I grimaced. “Well, pretty sure that’s a broken leg.”

I kicked open the front door with my foot and helped him into my living room, letting him sink down onto the couch. After I got him all settled in, I rushed around my pantry gathering up my medical supplies that I kept on hand.

And I wandered back into the living room, taking a seat on the handmade heavy wooden coffee table in front of my old plaid couch. “You’re gonna have to… Take off the shirt..”

He eyed me, this curious gleam in his eyes that quickly vanished when I firmly repeated myself.

His eyes caught on my palm and he eyed my own smaller wound, then fixed his eyes on me. “You’re dripping blood on the floor.”

“And I’ll worry about that as soon as I’m totally certain that aside from a possibly broken leg and a few cuts and bruises, you’re fine.” I insisted, a firm tone of my own as I started to tug the ripped fabric up and over his body. I grimaced at the older scars and bit my lip as I surveyed the bruises already starting to form against pale skin. “Are you in any pain at all when you breathe?”

Bear in mind here. I am still only just an intern. So I haven’t actually had to deal with a whole lot in the way of injuries. The most I’m currently allowed to do is make rounds and do consults, checking in on patients to let their actual physician know what they might need or how they might be feeling on that particular day.

So this was all trial by fire for me.

One glance at his well muscled body had me definitely continuing to think that he was one of the guys from the military base and I made a mental note to maybe NOT turn down Carrie if she offered to set me up with one of the guys her fiance knew in the future as I had been doing.

He cleared his throat.

“A little.”

“Most likely dealing with a bruised rib or two. I’ll wrap those for now.. I’ll call in a favor with Dr.Albertson in the morning...I don’t think he’ll tell anybody.”

The man nodded, agreeing.

I went back to cleaning and patching the wounds I could patch and then I turned my attention to his leg.

“I’m going to have to cut your pants leg…”

“Or I could take off my pants.”

I eyed him as soon as he said it because truth be told, not only did he have me flustered in saying it, but also, I couldn’t entirely tell if he were being helpful at last, or if he were being a flirt.

As if to prove he was serious, he rose up slightly, unfastening the black pants he wore, working them down his hips and I have literally NEVER… ever.. Turned away and tried to still catch a peek as I did in that moment.

“Christ. You could’ve given me a second to turn.”

“Why?” he tapped my shoulder as he asked the question and I turned around.

My breath caught in my throat and I quickly had to refocus myself. Because if I thought taking his shirt off was a bit of a distraction… Then him sitting there pantsless was.. A bit more.

I bit my lip and my eyes settled on the lower portion of his leg. The swelling was bad. The leg was definitely broken. I sighed and clucked my tongue, shaking my head.

“I’m gonna have to call in that favor with the old man now. Because this can’t wait to be looked at. And I need to be sure you’ve got no internal injuries.” I stood abruptly, nearly doing so fast enough that I almost landed on top of the guy.

He eyed me and I pulled back and away from him, raising to a full stand. Walking quickly into my kitchen and sliding the pocket door closed behind me.

“Hey, doc? I know it’s late, but if you get this, can you please swing by my grandma’s cabin on your way home tonight? I need your help. And I need someone who can be trusted to stay quiet on what you’re gonna see.”

I’d just walked back into the living room when my cell phone rang in my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather explain when you get here, doc.”

“I’m on my way now. Just grabbing my equipment.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“I always told you and I promised your grandma when you were knee high to a grasshopper. If you ever need me, kid, I’ll be there.”

I hung up and sank back down onto the coffee table, letting a deep breath escape my mouth. The adrenaline was starting to wear off finally and all I could do now was… Process everything. Try to figure out just how far up the proverbial creek I might’ve gotten myself.

The man shattered the silence in the room by clearing his throat and reaching out. I eyed him, a brow raised.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re not going to do something about your hand, I’m going to.”

“It’s fine. It’s a little scrape.”

“There’s blood caked on it.”

Something in the look he gave me had me extending my hand. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of myself, though I didn’t realize this until much later…

His larger hand gripped mine carefully, holding it on bare legs.

“You still haven’t put any pants on, what the hell..”

“If you called that person and they’re going to come and examine me, doesn’t make sense to.” he didn’t look up as he answered, instead, focusing on swiping the cloth that I’d gotten as a spare in case I needed a clean one for his wounds. When the light overhead caused something in the wound to glisten, I tried to yank my hand free in a hurry, but that sensation was back in my mind and his grip on my wrist tightened to a point where I couldn’t move.

“Be still.”

That firm tone again, honestly, fuck him for it.

“Fine. But I feel like I should remind you, I am a medical professional. I could get this looked at when Doc arrives.”

“Well, I’m doing it now.” he stated calmly, as if I had no say in the matter. And when I opened my mouth to argue, to insist I could just wait the ten minutes it would take Doc to get to my cabin, nothing came out.

He gave me this smug look as he took my tweezers and worked them into the cut, making me bite my lip and take a few deep breaths.

When he finally got the shard free, I pulled my hand back, cradling it against me.

He eyed me, amused it seemed.

“I’ll clean it out and wrap it now, thanks.” I mumbled in a softer tone, giving him a small smile and thanking him.

Now, we just had to wait on Doc to arrive...

#12daysofchristmas #12 days of christmas #ben solo fanfiction #ben solo fanfic #ben solo imagine #ben solo imagines #trapped on earth au #my writing; ben solo #my fics; ben solo #my moodboards; ben solo

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maareyas · 4 years

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Au silver backstory time :] Repost bc tumblr drafts erased the last version. also this is part 1. NOW WITH ADDED BACKGROUND LORE AND ANGST!

edit: i forgot to link to the original pic

First! Some background on the state of the future! unlike 06, this silver's future isn't covered in flames and ash. rather, its empty and lifeless. endless, barren wastelands with only little plant life and the scattered ruins of cities/other structures left of a previously vibrant world. this future is the direct result of the metal virus, abt 300 years later (instead of 200 like in canon). everything that was infected during sonic's present had already disintegrated. things that were infected much later still remain, though. this is why, while most of the world has been cleared of the virus, there are still some areas that DO have it. and why most plantlife on the planet went poof.

There were survivors of the original outbreak who were able to avoid the virus. So there’s still people in the future world. Borrowing from evan stanley’s concepts for the Silver Age saga of the archie comics, moving settlements like Onyx City exist. These cities are indifferent/hostile to outsiders who want in though. As a result, everyone outside these settlements are nomadic, travelling alone or in small groups at most. Resources are scarce, after all.

Now onto silver’s actual backstory. Silv has been alone his whole life. I do not vibe with the idea of giving canon charas blood relatives for some reason, so the circumstance of his birth are a mystery lol. Silver drifts from place to place, trying to survive and trying to uncover what happened in the past. He’s a sort of archeologist! He explores ruins of the past world and pieces together history from the things he can find in faded books and partially corrupted computers. He doesn’t know much, only that the world was lively 300 years ago. He wonders what happened that made everything so desolate.

Silver has met and befriended other nomads before. Given the situation though, becoming an actual companion is a no-no. At most, he runs into them one or two times and never sees them again. Groups tend to be more hostile to outsiders like him since he might try to join them. More people = more mouths to feed, and possibly, the collapse of the existing internal structure.

So yeah, silver is a VERY lonely boy. But not to worry, its time for…….Found Family Trope.

On one of his Ruins ExplorationsTM Silver runs into prof. Von schlemmer and the Bits, who were doing the same. They decide to team up on their search. They talk about their shared interest in uncovering the past, as well as their life (well. Schlemmer does anyway. Silver didn’t have much of his life to take about). Schlemmer talks about how he was kicked out of Onyx City for reasons I haven’t decided yet. Probably something to do with being too curious about the past? Idk. He now lives in a makeshift mobile lab he made himself. So ye basically the whole ruins exploring thing become a bonding moment

Schlemmer then asks if silver would like to become his assistant or smth. Silver, of course, having been alone for so long, is beyond overjoyed at the idea of having a home and a friend. Ecstatic, he accepts schlemmer’s offer. So Found Family stuff happens. Schlemmer just sorta. Becomes Silver’s dad. His weird science dad. They go around exploring ruins, uncovering stuff about the past, and doing general father-son Mad Science. Schlemmer also makes a personal Bit for silver! Since I’m bad with names its name is Sil-bit until I can think of something else

Eventually, they gather enough information to pinpoint a general timeframe for when things went to hell and led to the future being ruined. They have a plan to change past events, and Schlemmer has already built the time machine, but is reluctant to use it. Now that the chance is here, he’s begun to second-guess the idea for several reasons: 1.) the time machine isn’t exactly fully tested. 2.) Changing history is a risky idea even by his standards. Silver convinces him to go through with the plan, however, and even volunteers to be the one to travel back in time.

So they do that. Silver and Sil-bit timetravel to Sonic’s present. But since they aren’t sure exactly what event was the catalyst for the Bad Future, silver goes back and forth between time periods during every major event (maybe changing this event worked?). Schlemmer is intact in all instances, if not a bit disoriented memory-wise due to the timeline changes.

Once the metal virus hits, silver puts two and two together and realizes this is the catalyst event for the ruined future. So! They deal with it, Silver is relieved. He travels to the future again, more hopeful this time.

When he gets there, EVERYTHING is different. There are cities! There’s plants! There’s people! There’s LIFE! He tries to look for Von Schlemmer in this new future…

But he doesn’t find him. The timeline changed was so drastic this time, the old Schlemmer he knew isn’t there anymore. Instead, he finds New Future! Von Schlemmer who has no knowledge of silver or the previous timeline. Silver is devastated by this, but they knew that this was a possibility. So, he tries to make a new life for himself in this new future, despite his grief.

But then he starts glitching out. As if his atoms are trying to tear themselves apart. This part is kinda vague but, probably with New! Schlemmer’s help, Silver realizes that he erased himself from the timeline.

Silver doesn’t know what to do, so he timetravels back to Sonic’s present, still glitching out. Compared to when he was in the future however, he’s glitching out less.

lucky for him, sonic just happened to be passing by when he gets spat out the time portal or whatever. Sonic carries him to help, so silver can focus on using his psychokinesis to calm down his atoms. not a ship thing, i just want to see friends being Soft

#ideas #rey rambles #thats gonna be the new tag for these #its Sad Silver hours!!!

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evanstanhoney · 5 years

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Manners 🌹💋

a/n: so this is a repost from an older blog. it was once part of a bdsm-ish series i did and might bring here but idk. hope yall like it, it’s sort of.....a lot.

more of the series can be found here!

⚠️warnings: smut smut smut; dom!shawn; a little kinky.

word count: 4.8k

Anxious is the only way Shawn could describe his day. He was consumed with the thoughts of what would happen later that night and even though it was all his idea, that he brought all of this to your attention in the first place he knew he couldn’t back out now. Especially not with how excited you were, he was in too deep. And no matter how many times he’s tried to tell you otherwise, in your eyes Shawn was an expert on all things kink. He knew what he was doing, for the most part, sure, and he was confident in his abilities but he didn’t know everything. He’s never done this with you, and that's what had him anxious. He didn’t know how you would react to everything, you were so new to all of this, and knowing you were putting all your trust in him was a bit overwhelming. He was looking forward to the night, but the prospect that you’d change your mind about being with him once you realized what it was he was into, what he dragged you into, was terrifying.

Having a list in front of him of exactly what he could do was incredibly helpful. It at least gave him a starting point. Still, he didn’t know how much was too much for one night. So Shawn had set up the stoplight system. He’d drilled it into your head the last few days to make sure you understood its’ importance. He had also decided that tonight was going to be on the softer end of the spectrum. Rougher than usual of obviously, but focusing on some of the new verbal cues you said you’d liked the idea of. Shawn had accidentally let his voice slip into Dom mode a few times in the past, and seeing your reaction sent nearly sent him over the edge, but he was looking forward to your reaction to him once he let himself fully go there.

This was your first official night playing and he wanted to spoil you a little bit. You had opted out of having a play by play of the night's activities, and instead, Shawn gave you a brief overview, naming the few things from your list that he’d try to implement. That way you’d be prepared without completely taking out the spontaneity of it all.

After he closed down the cafe, Shawn went to pick up some food from one of your favorite takeout places and headed home. Before you arrived he tried to tidy up a bit. Tossing some laundry into the hamper that he’d been too lazy to actually put there. He knows you have seen his place in far worse condition but for some reason, he felt like he needs to impress you.

As you ate dinner he relaxed a bit, and the mood was light as usual. Chatting over take away containers and laughing at the TV in the background. But as you finished the mood shifted. The way Shawn held his shoulders back. His voice. Every movement he made seemed so much more deliberate. You couldn't help but notice, and you tried your best to maintain your composure.

You collected the takeaway containers and the plates you’d used, taking them to the kitchen. You were just finishing up washing the last plate when you felt Shawn’s hands gripping your hips pressing the two of you incredibly close your back to his chest. He places a few long slow kisses to your shoulder leading up to the base of your neck. You don’t know what to say. Your words were stuck.

“Hey.” you nearly moaned. You couldn’t help it, what with him pressed incredibly to your back, his breath fanning across your neck.

“Hi.” He places a kiss on the other shoulder and up your neck to the spot he knew you liked.

When you put the last plate on the drying rack, Shawn turns you around, lifting the hem of your shirt, rubbing soft circles into the soft skin of your hips. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes are intense, but he’s got that smug smirk on his face that you know all too well. That one that tells you he knows just how gone you are for him. Grabbing the back of your neck, and crashes your lips together. It’s a short kiss, but damn was it effective. It's only been three minutes and you were already putty in his hands.

“I want you to go to my room and change into the black lingerie set. Do you know where it is?” His voice was strong and assertive. It's that tone he’s always used on you but more. Everything from here on out was going to be more than usual, you realized.

“Yes.”

“Good. Change, and then wait for me. I’ll be there in a second. Okay?”

“Okay.” your voice was shaky at best but you give him a reassuring nod.

He gives you a quick kiss and sends you on your way. As you round the corner into Shawn’s bedroom you move to the closet. You don’t need to look hard to find the pink bag on the top shelf. Bringing it to the bed you remove the tissue paper and holds up the black lace. He showed it to you a few days ago and you couldn’t stop thinking about it since. It was beautiful, but you never would have picked it out for herself. You never thought you could wear anything like it. But knowing that Shawn had bought it with you in mind, and the way the lace-covered just enough made you feel incredibly sexy.

You come out of the tiny bathroom attached to his room and sit on the bed, adjusting yourself a few times to get comfortable. Should you pose? Act natural? You were overthinking it, you knew, so you just ended up sitting with your legs folded in the center of the bed.

A few moments later Shawn enters the room, closing the door behind him. He hits the light switch leaving only standing lamp in the corner to light the space. He turns, with the same intense look in his eyes, but you can see a hint of a smirk. He walks to the end of the bed, motioning you to come closer. You shimmy your way down the bed on your knees until you’re just about eye level. He brings his hand up, caressing your cheek with one hand and you lean into it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice is still husky, but with a bit of worry behind it.

“I’m sure.” You’ve never been more sure about anything in your entire life and seeing Shawn like this. It was mesmerizing.

Shawn lets out a deep sigh like the world's been lifted off his shoulders with just those few words. “Remind me of the rules.”

“Use my words, nods don’t count. Stop you if I need anything. And no sassing.” You can’t help but smirk at the last one. There’s no way you were going to make it through the night without at least a little bit of sass. But you were also very much looking forward to seeing what would happen if you did break the rules.

“And your colors?”

“Green is I’m okay. Yellow means I need to talk to you about something, and red means stop.” It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. He’d been giving you pop quizzes all week. You knew the importance of the safe words, you just don't see why you’d need them tonight. You weren’t doing anything extreme. More intense then what you’d been doing but nothing safeword worthy.

“Good girl”. Shawn whispers the words out against your lips, as he gives you a soft peck. It’s the first time he’d actually said it, and you actually shiver. You knew you’d like it, but hearing the words coming from Shawn's mouth now sounds so much better than you’d ever imagined.

He sits on the edge of the bed, he takes your hand and moves you to straddle his lap. You don’t lean in to kiss him, or reach up and thread your fingers through his curls like you normally would. Instead, you sat there, hands at your sides waiting for him to take the lead. You’re so pliant, hanging onto Shawn’s every word and he loves it.

He brings your face to his and kisses you. Really kisses you, like it’s the only way he can breathe. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and you start playing with his hair, giving it a few gentle tugs, urging him to give you more. More hands-on you, more attention to your breasts. Anything. He can sense you’re getting restless and pulls his lips away from hers and attaches them to your neck. To the one spot right below your ear, that you love so much and you can’t help the moan you let out. He nibbles there for a while, his large hands gripping and kneading your ass. You start moving your hips, grinding against him desperately. You can feel him getting hard in his sweats and you roll your hips harder. Just when you think you’re getting somewhere his hands are at your waist, bringing you to a stop. You look down at him in a frenzy.

“Be patient.” He growls, his brown eyes locked on yours.

You can feel how hard he is, but he doesn't do anything. He looks completely in control and focused. He runs a hand up your back slowly, his eyes dragging up and down your body. He’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. In any other circumstance you would feel a bit embarrassed, this kind of attention always seemed to make you feel a little uncomfortable. You preferred to fly under the radar, but now, you can’t get enough of the attention.

“Are you ready?” His voice brings you back for a second and you quickly nod, earning you a quick pinch to your nipple. It’s the little moan that you let out instead of a yelp, which surprises you the most. It felt….nice?

“Did we forget the rules already?” He teased, soothing the sensitive nub he’d just pinched. You already like this game.

“No.”

“Then let’s try it again. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” you stutter.

“Alright. On your stomach, across my lap.” Shawn adjusts himself slightly and gets you comfortable. He was nervous about spanking before, but now with you laid across his lap, your ass on full display he couldn't be more ready. He forces his eyes away and turns to look at you, your head turned, trying your best to look back at him.

“I'm going to start, now. I want you to keep count and tell me if it's too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

He takes a few moments, rubbing and squeezing each cheek. Just to get you used to the feeling of his hands on your ass in this context, and then without warning, he’s bringing it down for the first swat. It wasn’t hard by any means, but he put more force behind than he had when he’d playfully spanked you before.

The sound that it makes was music to Shawn's ears. It’s the little whimper that you lets out that brings his eyes back to her. “You okay?” He whispers soothing the sting.

“Yeah.” It didn’t hurt, you just weren’t expecting it. An aspect you felt like you shouldn’t enjoy half as much as you did.

Just as Shawn was about to give you a warning, you whimper out a quick “One.”

The next two come quick and fast, Shawn alternating cheeks and soothing them after each one. He was so focused on what his hands were doing he almost missed the desperate whisper on the side of him.

“What was that, baby?”

“More…please” your voice was soft and sweet, and suddenly Shawn was ready to finish this as quickly as he could so he could have his mouth on you again. But he couldn’t, he needed to see this through. He quickly pulled himself together, softly running his nails down your back leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“More what baby girl?” you're not sure why the pet name suddenly made your stomach do somersaults but it did and you decided you could never get tired of hearing it.

“Umm- harder. Please?” Well fuck. How was Shawn meant to get through the rest of the scene with you taking everything he’s dishing out. And still, asking for more?

“Harder, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

He shimmed the black lace down, to rest just under your ass. He took a few seconds rubbing before giving you one good hit. It was the hardest one he’d given and was anxious as soon as his hand made contact, but the moan You let out was all the reassurance he needed.

“Four.”

Shawn went back to soothing the last hit like he’d been doing and for some reason, you let out the smallest giggle into the mattress. A small part of you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying this. You should feel humiliated, laid out on your boyfriends' lap, while he made you count every time he slaps your ass. But it felt so good and damn was it fun.

“Something funny?” There wasn’t the smallest hint of a smile in his voice and it only made you smile into your arm more.

“No.” you purred, trying your best to get a look at him over your shoulder.

Shawn doesn't say anything, just turning back to his work on your ass. Then you feel Shawn’s hands move farther down and between your legs and your breath hitches.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.” He drags a finger up and down your folds, feeling your wetness. Slowly he dips a finger inside, curling it slightly softly stroking at your spot, making you let out a breathy moan.

“That feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” You hum, nodding your head.

“Do you want more?” He asks his finger slowing down.

“Yes, please.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, he picks up the pace with his finger, eventually adding in a second. Given the circumstances, it takes almost no time for you to feel the beginning waves of an orgasm, and as quickly as you recognize it, Shawn’s pulled out his fingers. You let out an annoyed huff, ready to give him a piece of your mind for teasing you when you’re stopped by two hards spanks to your ass. You quickly give him a count, before pushing your ass back up in the air hoping he’d give you his fingers again.

It seemed to work. He spent half the time massaging your ass this time before taping on your inner thigh signaling you to open your legs a little wider for him. After running his fingers up and down your folds a few times, Shawn dips two fingers inside. He moved them in and out, almost robotically, before finally curving them down just the right amount to get at your G-spot. You will never get over how good Shawn is with his fingers. He knew it was your favorite, other than having him inside you of course. But it was a sure-fire way to get you to come quick. A fact he took full advantage of. Often.

He kept his fingers hooked and before you knew it you could feel that coil in your lower stomach tightens. You were right there. Then his fingers were gone, and in its place was a good sting to your right cheek.

“Shawn!” you wine, earning you another hard swat. “Ow! Eight.”

“Color?” he moves quickly to soothe your cheek this time, nervous he’d actually hit too hard.

“Green.” you groan into the mattress. It was a shock to the system, but it didn’t hurt. You were more annoyed than in any actual pain.

He pulled you up so you were straddling his lap again. He put the fingers that had been in you to his lips sucking them clean, look you right in the eye. It was absolutely obscene and you were so turned on. Mad as hell he wouldn’t let you finish, but incredibly turned on.

“What did we agree on, baby?” He placed a possessive hand on the back of your neck, forcing your eyes to his. What the hell was he talking about? You had remembered your colors, you kept your manners, giving him only verbal responses, you were keeping count. And then you remember.

“I’d tell you when I’m close.” you huff. Frustrated doesn't even begin to cover it. At yourself, for not remembering something...essential. But mainly at Shawn because he could just pretend you did and let you fucking finish. But nope, he.

“And have you been telling me?”

“No.” you pout. No matter how annoyed and frustrated you were with him, the look in his eyes and that tone, had you wrapped around his finger.

God, his fingers.

“I’ve given you a pass so far, but next time you don't tell me, I’m adding five more. Understood?”

“Yes.” You whisper, voice cracking a bit and your eyes cast down.

“Color, baby?”

“I’m Green,” you mumble, through a pout, and Shawn finds it so adorable he wants to kiss it, but he can’t now. He has to enforce the rules. And you liked the idea, that was the point of all of this. That doesn't mean you couldn’t still be pouty about having rules now. He adjusts you back across his lap and begins to massage your ass again.

“Only a few two, you ready.”

Forgetting already, you give him a nod, and Shawn gives an extra hard squeeze.

“Baby?” he warns, squeezing the cheek in his hands and a little harder.

“I’m ready.”

The last two are quick and hard, but nothing you couldn’t handle. As soon as he finished the last one he’s pulling you up, having you sit on his lap. He brings his hand up caressing your cheek, looking you over.

“You did good baby.” He brings you down for a quick peck, and the noise you let out is somewhere between a moan and a whine. And you grind down against him, and he doesn’t stop you this time.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” you purr, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Good.” He runs his hand down your front dipping into the front of your panties. Resting right on your clit. He gives no indication he intends to move just resting it there watching you try to keep your hips still. You lean forward nuzzling into his neck, letting out something between a moan and whine. A plea for him to give you something, anything to take the edge off. You were beyond desperate. He had denied you twice already, and you just wanted one orgasm, just a tiny one.

“Do you need something?” he chuckled, giving a kiss to your shoulder.

“Fingers. I want your fingers,” you whisper but he still didn’t move.

“You want my fingers?....” He prompted, pulling your face from his neck.

“Please. I want your fingers, please.” you groaned. He was sticking to the rules, and you liked it. You agreed to them for a reason, but how were you supposed to remember all of them with Shawn teasing you like this.

When Shawn got what he wanted, his hand was on your clit, going in nice smooth circles. The other arm securely around your waist keeping you close. You threw your arms around his shoulders nuzzling yourself back into his neck as he worked you with his fingers.

The coil in your stomach was getting tight again and for a moment you thought about not telling him. You wanted to see if you could get away with it, even though you knew you never could.

“I'm going to..” you whimpered, reluctantly and as his hand stopped you let out a breath you’d been holding. You lift your head from his neck to see him pulling his fingers from panties, licking them clean again.

“Good girl. That wasn't so hard was it?”

“No.” The longer this went on the softer your voice got. You could feel yourself getting hazy. Slipping into a place that was warm and had your whole body tingling.

His grip around your waist got tighter as he lifted them both up and moved them up the bed. He flipped you over resting your head on one of the pillows, his lips immediately latching onto your neck. Your hands grab at him greedily, pulling him as close as you could. You give a few tugs to his hair and he moans into your neck. He’s never explicitly said it’s something he likes, but You take note of it nonetheless. He pulls away grabbing both your hands in one of his large ones, pinning them above your head.

“Keep these here.”

“Okay.”

He placed a few more kisses on your neck, before placing pecks down your body. He kissed along your lower stomach just above the black lace. He plants a few kisses to your clit through the thin material before finally ridding you of them. He nibbles at your inner thighs, taking his sweet time and it takes everything in you to stay still. You did roll your hips up, the smallest bit and Shawn got the hint.

He didn’t take his time, going right in, finally giving you what’d she’d been waiting on all night. His fingers and his mouth were some of your favorite things. And without even thinking you brought your hands down to grab at his hair, to give it a tug. Shawn moaned into you, loving the feeling, almost forgetting his own rule.

“What did I say, baby?” He stops looking up at from between your legs and it’s an amazing view. You don’t enjoy it long before he's pulled himself away from you, leaving feather-light kisses back up your body to your neck.

“No.” you whine, and then you suddenly remember your rules, throwing your arms above your head, Shawn holding both of your writs in one of his large hands. “I’m, sorry please don’t -”

“What did I say?”

“To keep my arms up.” The words are rushed and you can't even recognize your own voice anymore.

You just want his mouth back on you, immediately. All you can focus on is how good Shawn’s mouth feels on you, and his firm his grip on your hips as he pins you to the mattress, keeping you still.

“That’s right. I don’t want to tie them up but I will if you do it again. Understand?”

In all honesty, you very much would like for him to tie you up. But you also have this deep desire to follow what he says, and if he says to keep them there without restraints then she’d do it.

“Yes”

“Good.” He attaches his lips to your neck, nibbling for a moment, making his way back down your body.

He goes back to work, licking and sucking with a bit of nibbling, and in no time you were a mumbling mess. It’s when he pushes in two fingers, hooking them up just right that you start to feel that coil begins to tighten again. It’s all you could focus on, and you couldn’t wait anymore.

“Shawn can I - can I come, please!” you're not sure why you asked permission, it’s not something you discussed before. But it felt right and Shawn didn’t miss a beat.

“You can come.” It was like that was all you needed the whole night. Was just for him to say those words.

You didn’t keep your hands up, gripping at his hair instead, but Shawn didn't scold you about it. He licked you through it until you were pushing him away to let up. He still gave you a few more licks and a peck to your clit, before working his way up your body with kisses. He gives your nipples a little extra attention before nuzzling your neck. He stayed there for a second, leaving soft kisses to your neck before taking a look at you. You blink up lazily at him with the softest smile on your face. Your whole body is buzzing and the only thing you can feel is Shawn pressed against you.

“You make the most adorable sounds when you cum, you know that?” His voice was soft, almost back to normal. Were you done already? You couldn't be done?

His hand came up caressing your cheek, placing kisses all over your face and you leaned into it. Your eyes were a little glossy, but not as bad as he’s seen them before. You weren’t hazy but he could tell you were teetering. He figured that with the spanking there was a possibility but he wasn’t all that worried about it. Still, he sat you up and held you close. You looked up returning his smile.

“You alright?”

“Perfect.” You say through a yawn. Shawn placed a few kisses to your hair and then it dawned on her. You leaned up placing a kiss to his lips slowly sliding your hand down his chest to his rest on his cock straining against his sweats, but he stops you.

“But you-”

“I'm fine. I’ll take care of myself.” He placed a kiss to your forehead and brought your back to his chest. Tonight was meant to be about you. It was in the plans to have sex and he thought about it but the spanking took more out of you then he’d expected. And the teasing was new. You just look exhausted with the day she’d had on top of it. He just wanted you to get some sleep.

He leans over to the little table near his bed. You don’t at all remember him bringing in anything with him, earlier but he comes up with a bottle of water and a granola bar.

“Drink this, and take some nibbles off that.”

“I'm not hungry.”

“Honey. Please.” It's not the same Dom Shawn voice he’d been using but it’s rough enough to get you to take the bottled water from his hand.

“Shower or bath?” He asks, a mouthful of his own granola bar.

“Shower.” you were far too tired and just wanted to get clean and lay in bed.

He tapped on your arm a little signaling you to lean up so he could go and start the shower up for you. Once you finished your granola bar, you headed to the shower, making sure to get in an out as quick as you could. You changed into one of your favorite shirts of Shawns. As you got comfortable in bed, Shawn was just coming out of the bathroom, in nothing but his boxers, drying his hair with a towel. He moved the covers back, moving as close to you as he could, bring your back to his chest. Leaving some pecks to the back of your neck.

“How was tonight. For you?” His words were slow as he mumbled them into your neck

“It was fun. I liked it.”

“Everything? Or just parts?” You shifted around on the bed so you were facing him.

“No, I liked everything. I liked the nickname. I really like that.” you weren’t shy like you usually were. Maybe it was because you were still on cloud nine or maybe you were actually getting comfortable with everything.

“I figured as much.” He chuckled giving you a cocky smirk.

“And even though I was annoyed, I liked you teasing me. I always do, but this way it's different and - I don’t know I liked it.”

“Good.”

“What about you?” It goes both ways. He’s told you that a thousand times, and you needed to know he liked everything as much as you did.

“I had fun. You’re very…. I don’t know. You listen really well, and I like that. I like you trusting me in that way.” It was the best way he could describe it. Truthfully no words could describe how he felt when you looked at him when you’d played. He just knew that it could quickly become one of his favorite things.

“Good.” you give his nose a little peck and turned back around bringing his arm around your waist.

The room was quiet for a while, and Shawn was on the nearly asleep when he heard the lowest whisper.

“Hey, Shawn.” All you got in response was a tired ‘hmm’ “Next time. Can we - can you use something other than your hand?”

Shawn cracks one eye open, suddenly wide awake, and flashes you a smirk, “That can definitely be arranged.”

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That’s Natasha Herrera not Ana de Armas. She’s 28 years old and a Vampire/Hunter. She may be courageous, thoughtful, & focused but she’s also suspicious, impulsive & dishonest.

[……nicki minaj covering her face meme.]

REPOSTED AND UPDATED:

in dean winchester’s iconic lines. “Saving people, hunting things – the family business.“ ( the fact this was written before the spn world came in play is sending me. ) let’s say that was the way natasha was raised as she came from a long line of hunters. yadda yadda.

as a child she lead your average hunter life. traveling around with her family, meeting a bunch of people that were as close as her og family, and got a few supernaturals murdered in front of her juicebox. fun times.

so you know, as she grew up, she started getting trained to be exactly that. a hunter. except– she had a bit of a ‘disadvantage’ in the eyes of other hunters. to them: she was too forgiving just because she didn’t see everything black and white and wanted to kill every single person who so much growled.

even then; she usually didn’t make a mistake on who she decided to let go and who she decided to kill. ( i’m saying usually, because come on she’s not perfect and she probably did let go someone who later on went and murdered a whole family.)

natasha, watching the news: and i oop.

so you’re probably thinking, “okay, bitch. when is the bomb dropping?”

leading a hunter life, is hard maintaining long-lasting relationships, right? you have to keep secrets, you can’t trust everyone, and you move around too much to even settle down. however, there is always that exception.

natasha found hers: SAM WINCHESTER. she knew who he was. almost a celebrity ( or a bad omen ) between hunters. but for her sam, was just sam. not even the worst thing he could tell her could make her leave, in fact, it kept her even closer to him.

leading a life like this always comes with risks. death, is the one at the top of their head. but natasha and sam thought beyond. “what if one of us gets trapped?” “what if we get trapped?” “what if we get turned in something?”

the worries were always the same, the answers too. “save yourself. run. never hesitate. kill me.”

but not matter how much you think of it. rehearse it, or talk of it. it’s not something natasha would’ve been 100% ready for.

the year was 2026. perhaps, they were too eager to think there was something as happily ever after. their happiness got in the way of their alert. in the middle of their wedding, despite securing everything, despite having the place filled with hunters. they were ambushed and overpowered. they fought back but ultimately they got a hold of sam.

“save yourself. run. never hesitate. kill me.”

and with the heaviest heart; she tried-- but failed. perhaps, that would be the end of it. the love of her life gone forever.

sike. her grieving got cut short.

a month later; in the visit to one of their mutual’s friend home. she walked into a slaughterhouse. each one of them was dead. the culprit was no other than the person she thought was dead. SAM.

except this wasn’t sam. this all had been an elaborated plot so azazel could get free access to sam’s body. natasha had one job now– to kill them. but as she attempted to trap him-- she made one mistake.

“never hesitate.”

when she woke up. he was gone. the months that followed were spent in a mix of grief, regret, and anguish. all piling up together. she had to make a plan and follow through with the promise-, she couldn’t let him live like this. natasha wasn’t sure on why she was still alive. if it had been another move from azazel or if sam had stopped it from happening. whatever it was, she had one thing clear. she might have survived this one, it couldn’t happen again. she needed to at least be at their level.

and after so much consideration… her decision was set: SHE BECAME A VAMPIRE.

granted, this wasn’t taken lightly and her family basically disowned her for doing such thing. it hurt, yes but it was her choice. and so she set off to look for sam and fulfill the promise they had made.

to kill the love of her life.

little does she know sam is not possessed anymore and that all his family came back from the dead. :clown:

so yeah that’s the background; oof.

in general, natasha is quite private. she doesn’t necessarily boast on being a hunter or a vampire. let alone that she’s both. she continues hunting here and there; but she’s mostly focused on the reason why she’s even in san francisco.

she has never drunk from the vein, her daylight ring was made from a witch she spared a long time ago. like a lot of hunters; she has a lot of fake id’s and uhhhh cons here and there. hey, she’s actually good at pickpocketing and even more now that she’s a vampire.

speaking of! while there have been a couple of years from the moment she became a vampire and now. she struggles sometimes with vampirism, so catch her suddenly idk, moving too fast or denting/breaking something out of the blue that even she goes blinking guy meme.

natasha’s hair is long and dark brown like the one in the gif. however, ana’s resources are all over the place so fuck it. i’m using them. and tbh? it can be canon that natasha changes hairstyles often. she’s been having a time, pink hair is going to be the least of her problems lmao

#apx:intro #[ natasha herrera ] — ❝ тнey ѕay ι'м ѕeeĸιng oυт тнe danger ❞

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