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captainsolare · 3 years

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Hiiii Cap 🥰 Can I get Yami fluff? 💕 Roll 4 times for AU, 1 time for dialogue prompt and 3 times for trope 💕 Thank you!!

A/N: Hi Nati!! I hope you enjoy it! Prince Yami is a very dreamy idea.

Yami Fluff + Royalty AU! + Locked in a (chamber) + "I wish I could hate you."

Yami stretched, nearly falling out of the tree he was perched in. He steadied himself, taking a long breath of air before leaning back against the tree; they’d be looking for him soon, they always did. Like clockwork, he heard footsteps rushing into the courtyard, “Prince Yami! I know you’re here in one of these trees, you have royal duties to attend to.”

Rolling his eyes, he hopped out of the tree, landing with a thud on the ground below. It was Finral, his primary keeper that had come for him this time.

“There you are! Prince you can’t keep going off like this, it worries the King.” Finral chastised, ushering him down the long hallway to Yami’s office.

Yami sighed, “I know, I know. But paperwork is boring.” He sat down at his desk, eyeing the files that sat untouched upon it.

Finral crossed his arms, fixing Yami with his sternest glare, but it failed like always and his gaze softened. “I know it’s no fun, but you must attend to your princely duties.”

The door shut with a click and Finral returned to his post outside it.

Yami sighed, putting his feet on the desk and flipping open the first file. “If he’s so worried about me, why doesn’t he ever come to see me?”

Once night fell you scaled the castle wall easily, keeping to the shadows. You’d spent weeks memorizing the guards’ schedule, figuring out the weaknesses in this impenetrable castle, and now was the perfect time to act. You had managed to get a map of the inside of the castle before you came here, and by now had committed it to memory.

If your intel was to be believed, the item you were looking for was kept in Prince Yami’s desk, the second drawer from the top, right-hand side. You crept along the walls, thankful for your camouflage cloak when a pair of guards went past your position. The trip to the second floor was quick work, but now came the hard part, you’d need to make it into the Prince’s room without getting caught. You found an empty room a few doors down and snuck inside, preparing to stand on the window ledge and scale across that way.

The window opened with surprising ease and you stepped outside after making sure the coast was clear. You could only pray that there was no one awake in the rooms between your current position and the room you were trying to get to. Thankfully, it seemed as if all the lights were off in the rooms between, so you should be able to slip past without detection. You made it to the Prince’s room and crouched down, praying the window wouldn’t open too loudly.

To your relief, the window opened with ease, and you smiled. It was obvious from the wear that the Prince often used this window to sneak out. You entered the room cautiously, boots thudding softly on the carpeted floor. The desk was across the room, but based on the snores you heard from the Prince’s bed, getting there shouldn’t be a problem.

You opened the drawer and just as your intel had said, there lay the ruby bracelet, ripe for the taking. Soon, you’d be off somewhere remote with plenty of pocket change. Your only way out of here was back the way you came, so you started heading off in that direction, but there was a whoosh of steel and a sword was placed dangerously close to your neck.

“Who are you?” Prince Yami asked, voice rumbly from sleep. “Just a thief.” You replied quietly, there was no talking your way out of this one. You raised your hands in submission, dropping the bracelet. Yami released the sword from your neck and picked up the bracelet, putting it in his pocket. Before he could ask for your name you were taking off across the room, trying to get to the window before he could stop you.

“Wait!” He whispered harshly, “Don’t step… there.”

There was a loud clicking sound, you’d stepped on a trap door. The floor opened up, sending you both tumbling into the pit below. The pit was surprisingly soft at the bottom, as you patted your hand around you realized it was hay.

“Are you okay?” You heard the Prince ask. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make him out in the ambient light.

“Yes, I am.”

“That’s good to hear.” He leaned against the wall of the pit, hair disheveled from sleep and from your fall into this place.

An uncomfortable silence settled over you, only the sound of your breaths breaking it.

“Any idea when we can get out of here?” You asked, watching him with hopeful eyes.

Yami sighed, “Not until morning. My knight will come looking for me then and he’ll be able to let us out.”

You smiled sadly, “I see, and I guess after that happens I’ll be executed.”

“Probably.”

The silence fell over you again, this time a more somber one.

“What’s your name?” Yami asked, turning to face you.

You took a breath, wondering if this was a good idea, then decided to just tell him, if you were to die anyway, it would be nice to make a friend first.

“It’s Y/N.”

“I see, that’s a pretty cool name.”

You laughed, “You think so? It seems pretty normal to me.”

Yami smiled, “Maybe so. You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have many friends.”

“Really? I’d expect a handsome prince such as yourself to be surrounded by them.”

Yami laughed, a deep rumbly chuckle that you could feel in your own chest, “I suppose it may appear that way, but really it’s just people that want to suck up to me because of my title.”

You nodded, fixing your gaze upwards, “I know how that goes.”

Yami squinted, surprised at your admission, “Really? You don’t seem the type.”

You laughed and Yami cocked his head, studying your face best he could in this light, “Even royals can become disgraced Prince Yami. I used to be in a similar position to yourself, but I ran away, needed to get out of that place.”

You scooted closer to each other as you continued with your story, Yami settled his elbows on his knees.

“I used to have dreams about leaving, buying my own house by the seaside, living independently. No maids or servants, just me.” Your voice sounded almost wistful as you spoke, and Yami thought of his own dreams.

“I want to leave this place too.”

“Is that so? Where would you go?” You cocked an eyebrow, studying him. Prince Yami was attractive in a rugged sort of way, his jaw was chiseled and covered with stubble, and even in this dim light, you could tell how muscular he was.

Yami straightened, his eyes full of a hopeful sparkle, “I want to go live in the forest and open my own Knight Training academy. I’d take in the misfits from the Kingdom, those who have no place else to go. Maybe we’d be a family of sorts, it would certainly be better than what I have here.”

You smiled, a wistful sadness overtaking you, “That sounds lovely Prince Yami.”

“Oh please, call me Yami, there’s no need for formality here. And really? You don’t think it’s dumb?”

“No, not at all. In fact, I think it’s a noble dream.”

The two of you talked for a while longer, until your eyes were bleary with sleep. You huddled together for warmth as the pit became colder.

“I’m sorry I got us into this mess Yami.” You said softly, you had scooted next to him now, your head resting lightly on his chest.

Yami chuckled softly, “I wish I could hate you for it but the truth is, this is the first time I’ve been able to be this open with anyone in quite a while.”

“I see, well that’s comforting to hear.”

Yami got the spark of an idea, “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

He sat up excitedly, and you pulled away so you could look at him better.

“What if I did open that training school, and what if you were my first recruit? If you didn’t end up being executed of course. We could find a spot in the woods near the seaside, there is such a place, I’ve seen it. And we could open that school together! You’ve already proven that you can be sneaky, you could train our knights in stealth techniques.”

Yami’s words were kind, you could find hope being stoked in your heart, but you knew it couldn’t happen. You surely would be executed for trespassing and attempted theft.

“But… how would that happen? I will surely be killed in the morning.”

“Not if I lie.”

“Lie? What could you possibly come up with that could get me out of my inevitable fate?”

“You’ll see, I am excellent at talking my way out of things.”

You wished you could believe him.

The trapdoor was opened sometime later, letting the harsh light of the morning into your prison.

“Prince Yami, how many times have I told you to be careful? I have pointed the spot of the trapdoor to you many many times now.” A voice from above said.

“I know Finral, I’m sorry.”

You and Yami climbed from the pit and Finral drew his knife. You tried not to panic, but the possibility of you being thrown in jail, and worse, were almost certain now.

“Who is this Prince Yami? Are they a criminal? Did they trespass into your room?”

Yami put a hand up, gesturing for Finral to put the knife down.

“No, they aren’t, and no they didn’t. This is Y/N, and the past few months we have been discussing plans for my training academy, in secret of course.”

Finral blinked, looking from you to Yami and back again. “Is this where you have been running off to then?”

Yami nodded sheepishly, “Yes, I didn’t want to tell you because you’d already warned me against such actions.”

“Prince Yami, you already know I support you fully. In fact, I have already found a property in the woods like you wanted. I’ve even cleared your plan for the school with the King.”

Yami sucked in a breath, “Is the ocean close by too?”

When Finral nodded, you and Yami clasped each other's hands excitedly, then you wrapped Finral into a tight hug.

“This is great! When can we set off?” Yami asked, chuckling as Finral took deep breaths after being let go.

“Right now if we hurry.”

“Great! I will pack my bags.”

Finral nodded and set off to pack his own.

“Well?” Yami turned to you, eyes full of hope, “Do you still want to come? If you want to leave there will be no hard feelings.”

To his delight, you smiled, taking his hand in your own. “Of course I do.”

Over the course of one night, your life had completely changed, and you were filled with hope once more. Maybe, just maybe, you could make a difference here, unlike in your own kingdom. As you watched Yami buzzing about, packing his things, you couldn’t help but smile, maybe you could find love here as well.

#yami x reader #yami sukehiro #yami fluff #black clover yami #prince yami #gender neutral reader #aurora borealis #planet fate

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gagmebucky · 4 years

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hiiii i wrote this awhile ago but took it down because i was 👉🏼👈🏼 embarrassed about it (because i do not have the skill to pull off peter parker) and sorta still am but everyone’s been so nice to me about it i thought the best way to repay the kindness by posting it for those who did like it 😅 (originally inspired by spider man 2 with andrew garfield but loosely set in the 2018 issue of the amazing spider-man.)

in which the guys are making fun of peter and accidentally see a video of him fucking you. (includes avenger!peter x girlfriend!you, peter’s pov, voyeur!steve and voyeur!bucky, a sex tape featuring d/s dynamics, bondage, praise kink, exhibitionism, unprotected sex.)

do not repost.

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Despite being twenty-one years old; a proper adult who lives with his high school sweetheart, a photographer doubling as a seven-year veteran vigilante in the dangers of New York, Peter Parker is still considered as a super-powered amateur to his seasoned peers.

Nonetheless, given his success in countless battles in the state, country, world and even galaxy-wide, he more than qualifies to hold the title of Avenger; it’s official now. A laid-back induction ceremony and his very own identity card: a sturdy rectangle, shiny with full clearance and all. Yet, as an official member, his teammates still treat him like he’s that same goofy, out-of-his-depths sixteen year old.

To be fair, yes, his style of heroism isn’t the most serious. He favors levity in the face of danger, a cheeky flare with smart quips and an infuriating grin. Even after taking a beating from the worst of foes, his demeanor never wavers because in the end, he wins. The villains are slayed and the people are saved, even comforted by the boyishly confident way he works.

But beyond that persona, he has grown into a skilled warrior. On that note, he wants to be regarded as such—at least, to a certain extent. The jokes and teasing, poking fun at his age or the shenanigans he gets himself into, don’t bother him. No, his playful wit handles it with relative ease, and he’s a good sport about it. The only thing that he’d want to see change is some recognition that he isn’t a naïve kid anymore and is fully capable of taking charge when needed.

With his recent acceptance into the gifted pantheon, he’s intent on making that known. The jesting can continue but he wants it to be with an understanding of his capabilities. Luckily, a perfect opportunity has presented itself to showcase his abilities: a training session.

He’s late. And yes, he knows that’s probably not a good impression to make.

In his own defense, it isn’t technically his fault. He forgot that you, his personal alarm clock (amongst other things), left early this morning because you volunteered to help his aunt move. Four years of mornings and nights, he’s gotten used to—and prefers—your languorous wake-up call.

Without your reminder, he regains consciousness fifteen minutes after the scheduled time and ends up scrambling to the compound. In a flurry, he throws on his suit—unknowingly backwards, he realizes later—trips at least three times over his own footing before he finally springs out of the balcony with webbed bursts.

When he reaches his destination, Captain America and the Winter Soldier are unimpressed; mid-simulation, it powers down. Both super-soldiers whirl around to face him, fixing raised eyebrows at his disheveled arrival.

He adjusts his now front-facing suit and shuffles forward into the space with as much confidence as an interrupter can have. “H - hey, guys,” Peter greets sheepishly and manages what he hopes is a charming smile, absentmindedly fidgeting with his phone. “Lookin’ good for a couple of geezers.”

Unfortunately, Steve Rogers is not charmed or disillusioned from the tardiness. “You’re late, Parker.” His arms fold, and he shakes his head when punctuating his disapproval with an echoing, “Again.”

Thankfully, to his right, more relaxed and cool, Bucky Barnes steps up. “C’mon, Stevie. Y’can’t be that surprised,” he chimes in matter of factly, contrasting against his friend with amusement sparkling in his blue eyes. “What’d you expect with Parker?” He gestures at the younger superhero. “Kid’s gonna be late to his own wedding.”

(Beside the point, but worth noting, he will not be late to meeting you at the altar. That is, of course, if you accept when he pops the question. Which is going to happen relatively soon, considering he has the ring in his nightstand drawer.)

The consult seems to relax him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right and—Peter, you—seriously, man?!” Steve sputters the last bit when he glanced over to see him blatantly check the notification that’s vibrated in his hand (on the device that is ruled to be stowed away during training). “Now the phone?!”

Even though he shouldn’t, being on thin ice with Cap and all (pun not intended), Peter’s gaze flickers down to see your contact name appear on the screen, and he can’t resist. While Bucky guffaws a laugh at his audacity, he’s swiping up to pull up your text thread.

> you 😛❤️🥰, 10:37AM: spider boyyyyy you’ll never guess what i found in a box labeled ‘peter’s junk’ ;;;)

peter, 10:37AM: those magazines are NOT mine and i don’t know how they got there.

> you 😛❤️🥰, 10:38AM: not quite but close, naughty boy

> you 😛❤️🥰, 10:38AM: for a man who depends on keeping secrets and a penchant for home movies, you might ought to keep a lock on your phone unless you want someone to see me like this...

> you 😛❤️🥰, 10:38AM: (video attached)

Immediately, he recognizes the pornographic thumbnail. One glance, and he’s remembering the first couple of times you guys explored the exhibitionism side of things. It was at the end of his freshman year of college and taped on a phone he thought he had lost. But he must've forgotten it at his aunt’s house, and she tossed it in the box until you came along.

Although there’s been plenty more made, he recalls that one being a shared favorite, his especially. When long-distance duty calls, it was his go-to media. The angles, your face and body beneath the lights, the sounds it caught, you once asked if he considered switching to cinematography instead of photographer

Subconsciously, his teeth run over his bottom lip, feeling that blazing spark of desire igniting in the pit of his gut, partially at the memory and partially at what’ll happen once you guys can re-watch it together; his thumbs start typing away with that message.

“Peter!” Steve’s exasperated voice snaps, but to no avail—the real gall of the youngster, or the effect of you. His weight shifts toward his best friend, and he nudges him with his elbow. “Kids these days!” The hundred-something year old’s gaze cocks a brow back over. “Is that why you were late? Blowing off training to text your girlfriend?”

The text delivers with an audible bloop. Finally, his concentration gives, and he can look up, though his expression is clueless from the last minute. “Huh?” His brain registers what he missed, and he winces. “Sorry, Cap. My bad.”

Bucky chuckles. “Give him a break, Steve,” he faux comes to his defense, a teasing quality underlying his tone. “He’s young and in love. It’s not his fault he’s pussy-whipped.” He cracks him an antagonizing grin as Peter rolls his eyes. “He can’t go an hour without sending those little weird pictures with heart eyes, or she might not know he’s thinking about her.”

“As if you know anything about romance, old man,” he fires back and presses past them with squared shoulders, correcting him quite seriously: “And they’re called emojis, by the way. But that’s not what I was doing, if you want to know so bad.”

The brunette tilts his head thoughtfully, and small hackles arise for reasons he doesn’t understand, or pay attention to. “You know, I do want to know really badly,” Bucky decides and poses a question to his left, “Wouldn’t you, too, Steve? Aren’t you curious what his girlfriend sent that was so much more important than training?”

The blond mimics his actions and clicks his tongue. “Yeah, I am.”

Peter’s eyebrows pinch while his skin tingles and the hair on the back of his neck stands straight up. “What—” Before his senses process it, one of the super-soldiers plucks his phone out of his hands and darts back beside his best friend. His jaw drops as he tries to follow after him. “Bucky, you asshole—”

“Some spidey senses, huh?” The Winter Soldier lifts it high over his head, utilizing his six-foot stature against his five-ten like elementary school bullies do and older siblings to their juniors. “Haven’t ‘cha heard about sharing with the class?” He laughs and practically stiff-arms him to squint up at the screen. “Aw, he can’t wait to see her. What’s it been, more than two hours since you two saw each other last?”

Conceding to the height difference, Peter stops his physical efforts and diverts it to someone reasonable. “Cap, you gonna help me out here?” he addresses the entertained onlooker in the most friendly voice he can manage.

“The kid’s got separate anxiety not just from his girlfriend but phone too, Buck,” Steve drawls with a lopsided curve of his lips. He side-steps Peter to stand next to Bucky, and for a second, he thinks he’s on his side despite the tease, but he simply adds a stern, “So be careful. You don’t want to break it, or Parker will have a fit.”

Peter crosses his arms and scowls. “Ha, ha,” he retorts dryly, only somewhat amused by their banter. He tilts his head up at them, and the duo look thoroughly pleased with themselves. “You know, you guys are kind of dicks.”

“No, we’re your mentors, kid,” Steve corrects with a wink and rests his arm on his friend’s shoulder. “This is a lesson. No phones—” He jabs his thumb back in reference to the device’s unlocked screen: “—when you’re supposed to be training.”

“Yeah,” Bucky chimes in upon glancing up from his phone. “And a little advice, women don’t like clinginess. Try being a little more stern and see how that works for you. If you’re able to manage that. But I won’t hold it against ya if you can’t.”

“Uh-huh,” Peter patronizes with a bob of his head, biting back a response pointing out the hundred-something year old’s inexperience. Instead, he focuses on the electronic readily loaded up with some private content. With that, he decides to do the rational and mature thing and ask nicely. “Noted. So, uh, can I have my phone back now?”

To his shock, Bucky merely flashes a smirk and his thumb scrolls half-heartedly over the thread. Thereafter, he leans toward Steve and raises his cell for him to see. “Oh, look, it’s a video,” he teases. “What could Y/N send that would take priority of training?”

There’s an unspoken let’s see then a metal finger taps the play button. Before Peter can think, much less react, Captain American and the Winter Soldier are watching how he effortlessly renders his pretty little girlfriend into a cute nonsensical yet eager mess—

In his point-of-view shot, the ratio holds in portrait view in a bid to capture every bit of you. Above you, the camera focuses on you and your beautifully debauched state beneath warm lighting where it’s unalienable that the camera was made for you.

Your eyes are dilated brightly, desperate with desire as your lashes flutter up at him. A sheen coats your features and glistens like glitter at the highest points of your face while the shape of your face is framed by your stretched arms.

Your wrists are bound over your head, splotched with expertly sprayed strong, white webs. The mesh sticks them together in a criss-cross, comfortable but nearly impossible to break out of, fixed in place atop his headboard. The tautness tugs a mild strain on your figure so your breasts are jutting out like an offering, and it’s obvious he’s taken advantage of it. Darkened marks adorn your glowing complexion, peppered across your décolletage with imprints of his teeth; including your nipples, sucked swollen and tender.

The angle trails down until it reveals the sight of him mercilessly pounding inside of you. His better-than-average girth is sliding in and out of your tight channel; slicked in shared translucent essence, creaming around the base, your inner walls visibly clinging to his cock with every backward stroke. His hand splays on your mound, using his thumb to abuse your engorged clit. He easily keeps the sensitive nub pinned under his control despite your wildly twisting hips.

Like the display, the soundtrack is equally obscene. Loud, your stuffed depths gush and squelch as skin slaps rhythmically. Your breathy, wanton moans overshadow both, drawn out whimpers, almost nonsensical other than the syllable of his name. A melody of neediness, you sound so fucking pretty, (depraved, like a whore, you once told him during your little film marathon with a sly smile), and for him specifically.

The frame pans upward and confirms you look just as good. A perfect mess, unhinged by the skilled ministrations of your boyfriend. Passion beads on your forehead like reflections off of a diamond. Panting, your lips are plumped from kissing parted with mewls of pleasure.

“P - please—I need to—can I - I please—” You’re begging like the sweet little thing you are, incoherent babbling the result of his excessive edging. Of course, you know better than to give into the sensations ravaging you; instead you ignore your visceral desire and ask him for your release. “Peter, please!”

A deep chuckle vibrates behind the camera as his big hand slides into view, trailing over your jiggling tits to the slope of your throat. “Maybe,” he says breathily and grasps the line of your jaw between his fingers. “Open your mouth first, babe.”

No more preamble necessary, you follow his direction, your pink tongue flat over your Cupid’s bow. Immediately, a long string of his saliva drips into view and onto your taste buds; the vulgar act is accepted with a swallow and a quivering moan of, “T - thank you.”

“Good girl,” he praises huskily, and the voiced approval has you visibly shivering. “Alright, then, pretty girl. Make it good for me, and c’mon—”

Before your otherworldly reckoning washes over you and his teammates can watch your bliss immortalized in film, Peter snatches his property back.

Not much force is necessary as Bucky’s grip has been stunned loose. A dark expression permeates on young hero’s face but not because of embarrassment; if he was still nineteen or eighteen, he would’ve been mortified that his titular superiors caught a depraved glimpse of his sex life, on both his and your behalf. Rather than, there’s just a flit of annoyance when he folds his arms.

“Shit,” Bucky is the first to speak, exhaling the swear raggedly. His blue pupils have widened in obvious attraction, dilated dark, blinking rapidly as if it’ll help calm him down from the clip of you, his innocent seeming girlfriend, all ruined and begging. “Parker, fuck, I - I didn’t know you got down like that.”

There’s a swell in his chest, pride beating steadily while he remains reticent-faced. He prefers you keep your bedroom activities secluded there. Yeah, he likes to be in control and you like to be controlled but it’s only in a sexual nature. Yet, their reactions—stunned, embarrassed and viscerally affected—surges smug satisfaction he’s never known before through his veins.

Even the prestigious Captain America is bothered, though he may try to hide it. He clears his throat, a flustered pink coloring his cheeks. “Peter, uh,” he says, barely maintaining the confidence to look him in the eye after witnessing his girlfriend like that. “We - we shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that.”

“Uh-huh,” is Peter’s response, a hint of a smirk curling on one side of his lips. “Why don’t you guys call me after you’re finished with your cold showers, and we can actually train. Until then, I’m gonna go to my girl who’s more than eager to handle mine.” He pauses. “Maybe if you guys ask nice enough, I might let her show you how well I’ve trained her.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #marvel smut imagines #spiderman x reader smut #marvel smut #heh I am going to pass out #I..#goodnight im off me ass sjdjjsxj

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xsandramx · 5 years

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Stay p.23

Hiiii! Don’t kill me please! I know I haven’t posted a lot but I’m not gonna lie, I just haven’t been feeling up to it. But anyway, let’s forget that! Here’s another chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! I like to know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: nothing that you think is familiar is not mine… just little old Sofia!

Warnings: Language

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Chapter 23:

One thing that I forgot to say to Loki was where on earth I wanted to go… and that’s exactly why I ended up in Australia. Yes people, Australia. I guess that I didn’t want to tell him a specific location so he wouldn’t think that I was leaving him for the others. Which in a way is what I am doing. I do feel bad about it, but it was getting suffocating to stay on Asgard. So, here I am, in Australia, in a bench, waiting for Okoye to pick me up. I called Shuri and asked if they could pick me up. I would’ve called Tony, but we’re still mad… I think. We do have to talk about that. Maybe… I’ll think about it.

To my surprise, the ship arrived faster than I thought. I got in and was welcomed by Okoye who smiled, we hugged.

“Welcome back Sofia!”

“I missed you so much!” I said, squeezing her.

“Yes, well, you will have to let go so we can go back to Wakanda.” I laughed and let her go. Watching her go to the pilot seat… I don’t even know what to call it… this ship is too advanced for me to understand it.

“Shuri didn’t come?” I asked, walking to stand in front of the screens and putting up the news, hopping to see something from the avengers or Tony to know how they’re doing.

“The princess didn’t come, but someone else did.” She said, her voice oddly cryptic.

“Someone else? Who?”

“Hello, Sofia.” I heard a familiar voice behind me sending chills all over my body. I turned around seeing T’Challa standing in all his prince glory.

“T’Challa.” I greeted back. We stood there looking at each other for a while until Okoye decided to interrupt.

“My prince, I’m sure Sofia would like to have something to drink.”

“Yes… uh… of course. Come Sofia.” He stuttered. I decided to follow, not before sending a dirty look to Okoye who ignored me.

We walked to a kind of little kitchen and I decided to sit on the counter since there weren’t any chairs or even a table. T’Challa went to the fridge and took what looked to be orange juice out. I looked on the cupboard above me and found some cups, taking out two and handing them to him.

“Did anybody else come?” I asked as I watched him pour some juice in both cups.

“No, just me and Okoye.” He answered.

“Were you coming from somewhere before picking me up?” I asked again as I took a sip from the juice. Oh my god. “This is delicious by the way. What’s in it?”

“No, we were not coming from anywhere.” He said, taking a sip as well. “And I think it is orange and mango.” He said, amused.

“Then why did you come?” This juice is really good.

“I do not know. I guess I wanted to see you first.” He confessed. “But of course, Okoye decided to be the one who greeted you.” He grumbled and I giggled. What? Have a little self-control Sofia. We stood there just enjoying each other’s presence for a while. It is nice, I mean, having in mind how awkward and tense we were with each other last time. That reminds me. Nakia. He’s with Nakia.

“So, how’s Nakia?” I asked without thinking. Fuck! No self-control, I swear to god. T’Challa tensed but then relaxed and look me in the eyes.

“We are not together anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I looked down at my juice.

“We stayed friends.” He stated. “She said she would like to meet you.” What?

“Meet me?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, well, you kind of were the reason why we broke up.” He said nonchalantly. I spited my juice on him, seeing as he was standing in front of me and almost fell front the counter, but of course, T’Challa prevented that.

“WHAT?” I said, clinging to him.

“Yes, you do know that I have feelings for you, I did say so, last time.” He continued as casually as if we were talking about the fucking weather.

“My god man, you can’t just say that that casually.” I murmured, noticing how close we were. His face was inches away from mine and I could feel his breath on my face.

“But I can. You know why?” He whispered taking his hand and moving my hair from my face, putting it behind my ear. His eyes never leaving mine.

“Why?”

“Because since you didn’t back up when I said that, it means you won’t back up when I do this.” And then he kissed me. His hand went around my neck and pulled my face towards his and the other went around my waist. I was in shock for a moment but then relaxed and gave into the kiss. My hands went around his neck pulling him closer to me. Damn, he was a good kisser. His hand started to move up from my waist to the centre of my back, making me get goosebumps all over. It was intense. It was obvious that both of us wanted to do that for a long time now. My heart was racing, and I could feel his racing too through his chest. I felt like I could explode any moment now. Never in my life have I ever felt so overwhelmed by my senses.

We slowly broke the kiss and took a few deep breaths of hair, calming down, his forehead resting against mine.

“So, does this mean that you to are finally together?” Okoye said from the doorway scaring the daylights out of me.

“Oh my gosh, Okoye! Don’t scare me like that.” I said, resting my hand over my heart. I heard chuckles from beside me and turned to look at T’Challa who looked quite amused, his hand still on my waist. “Shut up, you!” I said, and punched him in his chest, playfully. He looked at me with what I believe is the definition of heart eyes. But then again, I bet that I have them too right now.

“Did you need something Okoye?” T’Challa asked, looking at her.

“Just to inform you that we are home, my prince.” She informed us, leaving as soon as she finished saying it.

We looked at each other, smiling before starting to walk out of the ship.

“By the way, next time we’re about to kiss, please do not spit your juice all over me.” He said smugly. Well, this is embarrassing. I started to walk faster then him, leaving him behind, and called over my shoulder.

“I hate you!” I heard him chuckle and suddenly I’m being lifted off the ground.

“No, you don’t.”

“Put me down, T’Challa!”

The afternoon went smoothly, I spent it with Shuri in the lab. She showed me the latest update to the suit and the new tech they had in the medical wing. I, of course, requested her to teach me how to work with it. Then we just went back to my room and put some of those YouTube videos that are just a bunch of vines put together and laughed our asses off until T’Challa came into the room.

“Why are you laughing so hard?” he asked, sitting down next to me on the small sofa that I had in the room. There was a small coffee table in front of it and right in front of us was the balcony that had a fantastic view to Wakanda. I leaned against him, still laughing but trying to calm down. He then noticed the videos we were watching and groaned. “Shuri… why do you insist in watching these videos. And dragging Sofia into this too.”

“Oh, c’mon brother, Sofie loves vines as much as I do.” She says, still laughing a bit.

“Yeah, c’mon T’Challa, I love vines!” I mock playfully, laughing even more.

“Why do I have a feeling that this is not going to end well?” he grumbles. Shuri and I look at each other and start laughing even more.

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avenging-fandoms · 6 years

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Too Close / Dacre Montgomery

*requested by anonymous *I love all of your fics I've read them all 😍 I was wondering if you could do some jealous Dacre like he introduces you to Joe and gets jealous how close you two get. He sees you on Joe's snapchat hanging out. When you go to his place the next day smut happens. He gets rough spanks you makes you scream his name. *in which dacre introduces you to joe and you and joe get close, and one day you hang out and dacre sees the snapchats, and gets HELLA jealous *WARNING: MAJOR sexual content *word count: 1725 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

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“hey,” dacre walked into the trailer and you laugh “don’t laugh at me”

“sorry. you just look like billy ray cyrus” you joke and wrap your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist

“does that make me a DILF?”

“what?”

“we did have sex today, so i think that makes me a DILF”

“oh my god please stop talking” you laugh and he smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly

“come on, i want you to meet joe. fucking love the guy”

“not me. steve, i mean. steve’s a real fucking dick in the first season”

“in the first season. he’s changed a lot in the second” dacre replies and takes your hand, leading you out towards the snack tables “joe, this is y/n. y/n, this is joe”

“hi! oh wow it’s so nice to finally meet you, dacre doesn’t stops talking about you” joe teased and dacre blushes a dark crimson color

“alright dacre, let’s roll!” he kisses your cheek and runs to set

“so.. how’s it feel being in one of the hottest shows on planet earth?” you ask joe and his eyes widen a bit

“amazing. but when you put it like that it’s nerve racking”

“oh god, i’m sorry!” you hug him and he laughs

“it’s okay, y/n. really”

“so i hear you go from douchebag to sweetheart this season”

“yeah, i’m excited. i read the script and was happy with what i read”

“well, i can help you if you want. with your lines, i mean”

“that’d be great, thanks” joe smiled and you two sat down, your legs over his lap as you two rehearse

“action!”

in the scene, dacre was supposed to look a little angry, and he was. he was angry at the sight of you and joe close.

after coming to set with dacre for the past months, you and joe have grown close. you two had so much in common and it was great.

and dacre was jealous. like a mother fucker.

he didn’t like how close you and joe were. sure, you were allowed to have guy friends, dacre wasn’t going to tell who you can or can’t be friends with. but he didn’t like how joe would flirt with you, knowing the fact that you and dace were a thing.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay baby?” dacre said, hands on your hips pulling you close

“okay, see you then” you placed your hands on his cheeks and kiss him, and you thought it was a peck, but he didn’t pull away. “mm!” you laugh and pull away “what the hell?”

“i just love you”

“i love you too. get a good nights rest tonight” dacre hopped into his car and turned it on, rolling down the window

“anything for you” he puckered his lips and you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips once more “bye baby”

“bye mullet” you tease and he glares, pulling out and leaving set

“ready to go, y/n?” joe asked

“yeah, let’s go”

dacre laid all alone in his bedroom, phone in hand, charging, as “Spider-Man” played softly in the background

he decided to go on snapchat to see if you posted anything. you didn’t post anything, but joe did.

“joe, knock it off!” joe’s nose brushed your cheek and both of you laughed “you’re so annoying” you push his head away and joe laughs, turning the camera to himself

“trust me, she loves me”

dacre tapped to see the next one. it was of you dancing in the mirror, singing

“oo okay y/n, get it!” joe cheered and you laughed and started to sway your hips in a silly way.

but dacre didn’t find it funny. his blood was boiling. joe was slowly taking you away from him, and it pissed him off, but it also scared him. he couldn’t lose the love of his life.

as the night went on, joe kept posting more and more snapchats of you and him being absolute nut jobs, and dacre couldn’t watch them. as possessive as he sounds, he didn’t want to share you with any other guy.

y/n: hey baby i’m on my way over now

dacre: k

“did this fool just ‘k’ me?” you scrunch your eyebrows and shrug it off, putting your key in the ignition and driving to dacre’s house. you knocked on the door

“it’s open” you walk in with a smile on your face

“hiiii baby” you close the door and kick off your shoes “what’s the matter?”

“oh, nothing. just that joe is slowly stealing my girlfriend from me”

“what? dacre you’re absolutely insane if you think i would ever cheat on you”

“well, joe’s snapchats sure looked like you-”

“we were fooling around! we’re friends! what, do you not want me to be friends with him anymore?” your voice raises a bit

“no, that’s not what i’m saying! what i’m saying is you’re getting a little too friendly!”

“you’re a fucking idiot!” you yell

“i can’t lose you, y/n! you’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time and you can’t blame me for not being paranoid!”

“you think joe would actually want to steal me from you? you think he’s that kind of person?”

“he might be!”

“hmm, why don’t we go and see if he is!” you start to walk to the front door, but before you could reach it, dacre grabs your arm and pushes you against the door

“you really think i’d let you do that, princess?” he chuckled lowly

“if you think it’ll happen, just let it” you say back and dacre smiles

“you’re a bold one, kitten. but let me show you who’s only aloud to touch you” he pushed you onto the couch and you squeal “take off your pants, baby” you looked into his eyes the whole time as you peel off your leggings

“wh-what are you going to do?” you asked, slightly nervous

“that’s for me to know, and for you to find out” he smirked and grabbed your hips, flipping you on your stomach. he sits on the couch and lays you over his lap, kneading your ass. “hmm, you know what happens when you disobey me” he brings his hand down to smack your ass roughly, and you jump when you feel his rings along with the slap

“i-i’m sorry dacre! i won’t act like that again!”

“oh, i don’t believe you” he chuckled and smacked your ass again, it stinging a little more because of his rings. your nails dug into his leg as you whimper “count”

“SEVENTEEN! dacre please” you cry and shake. dacre sits you up and wipes the tear that fell from your eye

“did you learn your lesson?”

“y-yes”

“yes what?” he put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up, giving a small smirk

“yes sir”

“good girl. you get a reward now. what do you want, baby girl?” his lips started to kiss your neck and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i want to show you that i’m only yours” you push him to the couch and he smiles. you peel off your underwear, his eyes never leaving yours. you take off his pants and pull down his underwear, throwing it behind you.

your hands trail up his thighs and he sighs. your hands push his shirt up and over his head. your shirt and bra came off next and dacre smiled

“all yours” you whisper and straddle his waist. you whimper as you grinded against him, his fingers gripping your waist.

“all mine” he whispered back. you smile and attach your lips to his, fingers in his hair. his hands travel down your body and down to your ass, squeezing and you yelp

“still a little sensitive”

“sorry about that” dacre laughed “no i’m not”

you hand gripped his dick and you slowly sank onto his cock, and loud moan slipping from your lips

“fuck, y/n. how are you still so tight after all the fucking we’ve done” he threw his head back and groaned. your fingers gripped his shoulders as you bounced your hips, moans escaping from your mouth. you pushed your hair out of your face and pushed it to the side, placing your forehead on dacre's staring at him straight in his eyes

"god" you gasp and stop bouncing, throwing your head back. dacre grips your left breast and kisses down the valley of your breasts. he laid you on the couch and started to thrust into you, your back arching “fuck, dacre, right there”

“i’m the only one who can fuck you this good” his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed softly “isn’t that right princess?”

“yes-fuck-yes” your fingers scratch his skin and he smiles

“i’m not gonna last long, pretty girl. you feel like heaven” his fingers gripped your hips tighter, and you knew the bruises were already forming in finger shapes, and his rings were making marks

“me too dacre” his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves and you bit your lip so hard, the faint taste of iron on your tongue

“cum for me, beautiful”

both of you moan loudly as you both climaxed, dacre panting as he rode out your highs

he pulled out and sat next to you, hand over his head. he chuckled and you laughed

“fuck, that was amazing” he laughed

“all cause of jealously. maybe i should make you jealous more often” you tease and dress yourself again, but keeping your leggings off

“no no, you wouldn’t like it. your ass is already red and bruising from my hands and rings”

“yeah, it really hurts. can you rub ointment on it or something?”

“of course. want me to cuddle you too?”

“actually, yeah. that’d be great”

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cbocstar · 5 years

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hiiii it’s me colly!

Hii it’s been a long while since I wrote out my thoughts on here. I just wanted to recollect and self reflect on some feelings i’ve been feeling lately. SO it all started in march when I noticed I was beginning to feel more of myself again. Like I just felt more of me. Like the sadness is yeah its still there and the betrayal i felt from craig is always going to be there i think. And the trauma and the anger I have for him of what he did to me and put me through will always be there. But I found myself finally feeling like ready? Ready to take a leap of faith and get myself back out there into the dating pool/pond. AND LET ME TELL YOU!!! It is so fucking exhausting. I hate the swiping. And I hate feeling writing my bio to the point where I feel like i’m selling a pitch to shark tank. LIKE SEELLLING MYSELF AND MY QUALITIES of what makes ME special or what someone will get out of when they date me. LOL idk it’s so hard. I think that’s another thing I need to work on. Loving myself. And taking ownership on yes I am weird, yes I am shy. But yes I am awesome and I am beautiful. It just takes time to see that. Anyway I was losing hope on these datin g apps when i would get bomboarded with dudes asking me questions on if I live at home, or if i live alone. And it made me self conscious like. Is it bad that I live at home with my mom? It’s so expensive to move out. Like I cant even afford living in the bay area if i did try and move out and find a roomie. LOL. I guess i feel ashamed, because of that. And whenever I would match with someone they would either unmatch themselves right away after i message them. or they just never replied. So it was kinda frustrating i guess. Like whats the point? Anyway my school friend and my brother suggested me to try out the dating app of Meetme. And LOL i was skeptical because of the amount of messages I would receive the first time I downloaded it. And So i tried it again. And I just got sooooooo many messages from dudes. And the ages just ranged from 18-21; 40-60 year olds. And It just made my stomach sink. I just I cant see myself dating someone that’s 40 and me being 27. Idk I just I cant. ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE MESSAGING ME ASKING IF I WOULD LIKE TO TRY OUT LIMP DICK LMFAO?! HELLO? WHAT LOL or if i would like to be their substitution to viagra. creeper bye. And so it just made me really freaked out. And then at this time Steven messaged me and I was just cautious. But he made me laugh and he was the only one that was close to my age. So I felt like that was fine. But the overwhelming messages from 40-60 year olds creeping on my profile and asking me if i wanted to lick them or if i was interested in finding a daddy. Just I couldnt. So I decided to just delete my photos because ya girl just was creeped out at that point. And steven then messaged and asked me if I was quitting because he noticed I was removing my photos and i just explained to him and he was just really shocked. And i asked him if he ever experienced that on his end and he just said no. So I was just like LUCKY DUCK. Anyway, we talked more on the app of meetme messages. He made me laugh. I thought he was pretty charming and cute as well. He has a list of interests that is sooooo different from me which made me feel very insecure or uneasy. I’m not active and I have had bad experiences of camping and outdoors but I am always willing to try new things. And I feel like I just couldnt do long distance anymore. especially after the abuse I went through with craig and phillip. I just I can’t do that anymore. I need someone here for me physically. And steven is literally a few miles away so i was glad. SO we do have a shared interest which is anime c: and cute animals and food and books and gaming. And he asked me out on a date to go to Dave n Busters.

SO GUESS WHAT ya girl went to dave n busters. that was the first date. met him upstairs. I awkwardly walked over and gave him a hug while I shivered and we played a lot of games together. Then we had cheeese BURGERSS. There he let me have some of his beer which I took a few sips didnt enjoy it though. LOL and He just laughed. Then he mentioned about how there’s sea glass on the beach and how he wanted to show it to me. And I was just like uh i guess? I just have to be back at this time to get picked up. And he’s just like oh we will have time dont worry. SO I WENT IN HIS CAR (and my friend has shamed me for it lol saying how stupid i was to go in his car lol on the first date and how lucky i am to be alive and not killed and stuff) And I dont know It just didnt register in my head until I got to the beach so i did send my location to my best friend. so she knew where I was. even tho my girl is in texas and im in california LOl. so when we got to the beach we actually picked up sea glass and it just it felt like a movie. or something I read in books. It was soft and slow and I just felt safe. And we just huddled together as the wind pushed us together. And I asked to hold his hand and he just laughed exasperated and was like “OHMYGOD U DONT HAVE TO ASK just hold my hand its fine” and yeah so i got to hold his hand. After the date we talked on the phone and it just nice. Second date: Steven took me to the science museum playground for kids. It was so much fun we saw cute animals and interacted with the science experiments. There was a lot of sequin textures sensorys and it just was so nice. LOL he drew a lit hand sign while i tried to make an xD face, but failed. Then we were hungry so he took me to have poke (IT WAS MY FIRST TIME LOL) and it was delicious but i was kinda hungry still. After he took me to this old bookstore and we roamed the aisle looking at different books. Then he took me to his place where we shared our first kiss. I was really shy and scared but we took things slow and sat on his bed and cuddled. He was really upset when he found out that I never cuddled before. I didn't understand why he was upset but he just told me he felt sad that I never had that intimate connection. And at first I was bored but towards the last hour I felt really cozy and it just felt nice, the way his hands wrapped around my waist. I did get aroused which kinda freaked me out because I never really felt that sensation before. LOL so it made me really anxious. LIKE CALM DOWN COLLEENY. Third date: We did some shopping at TarzHay (target) lolol and daiso together. it felt nice. Then we went back to his place to have dinner. He shared his dinner with me and it was really good and after we cuddled and kissed and watched youtube videos together. And it just was really romantic. Fourth date: Went to a movie on a work night. we saw The saga of tanya the evil. And it was fun watching anime with him. And I was just soo shy i didnt hold his hand I just we just focused watching the movie together and enjoying each others company. Fifth date: went to fanime (anime convention) for the FIRST TIMEEE last saturday ( may 25, 2019) i met up with him there! I cosplayed as kiki from kiki’s delivery service. it was fun! So he was playing ddr well competing in the tournament. for a lil 3 hours ish. After we went to get something to drink so he bought me a drink...it was sweet but somewhat bitter but i did enjoy the sugar that was decorated coated around the rim of the glass. And i got hyper ish LOL And steven just laughed. But i let him finish it for me because I couldnt. Then we went to go walk to get food. in line there was a guy talking to him. And the guy asked us what we were and if we been here bfore. and steven said it was his first time not being alone. and i said it was my first time. and then I just stuttered and got shy because we havent discussed what we were to each other. Like we just only talked about us liking each other a lot. And how we both enjoyed each others company. So I replied with “we dd-d-d--dateing? We on a d ate. we dating. date. uh yeh uh” and then steven wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to him and added “ yeah we are going steady.” AND OOOOOOO I BLUSHED SO HARDDDDDDDD. aaaa still blushing LOL Anyway lol food was delcious. i had a bento curry chicken box. Then we sat down and rested our feet in the hall and he took a nap on my thigh lol. it was cute and i just scratched his forehead bc i was too scare to scratch his head LOL. and then we watched the season 3 of attack on titan together and he held my hand and my arm and it just felt nice. I curled up against him and we just enjoyed watching 5 episodes together. Sixth date: today saturday june 1, 2019 is gonna be the sixth date. sooooo ILL JUST KEEP U POSTED On what we are gonna do. loool time for bed

#personal #ceerainrambles

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