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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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MONAAAAA DEEARESSST !!! I promised to you that I would read this and leave a review (and I apologize that it has taken me THIS long to do it) because i knew this story was gonna be a BOP. First of all, yw for beta reading as I enjoyed seeing a bit of a previews of this masterpiece in its works, and I'm so proud of you for finally releasing the real thing!! 🫶🏾💓 So, without further ado, here's my review:

• First of all, Yaga lucky this is a fictional story with fictional men bc irl, I'm calling HR 😭😭😭 bc what do you MEAN "I'll just send you up so they can explain," MOTHERFUCKER NO TF LMAOOO TELL ME !!

• "I can smell just how wet she is," Oh nah these men are ANIMALISTIC, help me!?!??

• Reader, please...yeah we're totally gonna play Jeopardy alone with seven older men in the room and they gon ask "Name of the first succubus victim who experienced hallucinations and had to be homebound after the ordeal" in the History category for 300 points like 😑😑😑😑

• Anywho, that description of the blowjob with Toji ???? I could barely keep reading bc of the nasty image in my head like my God 😳😳😳😳 (affectionately).

• HELLO, THE SATOSUGU KISS?!??!?!,! I was CHEESING hard, bro, like yes that's THEE jjk otp right there 🤧🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 ugh, reader is so lucky...

• Omfg the Choso + Satogugu moment with reader was chef's kiss, like taking turns kissing the two while stroking Choso is so delicious. And Choso being the subby baby he is to reader, PEAK FICTION!!! Waaaaait, this us perfect tho, Choso is the perfect person for your first succubus training since this is what reader is gonna be doing later on.....I see you, mona, I see you 👍🏾✨️

• BRo. These two paragraphs, bro......I'm so sick.

• NOT NANAMINTEACHING US HOW TO FINGER OURSELVES, WHAT!?!? "Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue." yeah, imma just hop off a bridge. AND HIGU??? “'Keep your eyes on me.' He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. 'They can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.'” BRUUUUUUHHHH I LOVEHIMFUUUUUCK!! And his nose hitting the clit as he eats you out; I'm so unwell rn........

• Of course, Sukuna has the thickest dick of the bunch, yeah I cosign this notion, lmao

• The end...with Kusakabe...........stop it.

Holy shiiiiiiiiit mona it's been a LONG minute since I've read a fic, and I would've never forgiven myself if I never got the chance to read this amazing idea of yours and not say my piece (esp when I helped you with it when I could!). And now that I have, GIRL 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 I have left so fed and satisfied with this story, you did your thing on this! I could definitely get how you had to take your time with this bc an 8some is insane, my girl, let's be fr, lmao. But the fact that you pushed yourself to finish it to the very end until you felt it was ready is so understandable, and the wait made it a whole lot worth it. Thank you for the lovely read, mona dear, into the collection it goes !! 🌸💫

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS — gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo

Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.

Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.

tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner 😘🤞🏾) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf

A/N: please for the love of god, don’t ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)

“Well, there’s one last test you have to complete…” Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. “It’s rather — er — well… Actually, I’ll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.” He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. “Just tell them you’re here for your last succubus test.” He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.

“Okay, cause that wasn’t totally weird.” You muttered to yourself, watching the elevator’s number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. You’d been training for this for the past two years, you couldn’t believe you had one last test.

When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. “Hello?” You finally mustered up some courage to speak. “I’m here for the last part of my succubus exam!” You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled.

“Come in, little lady.” A man’s voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. “Shoes off.” The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was – a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.

“Oh, she’s quite a looker.” Another voice says around you – wrapping around your body like a snake.

You heard a snicker, “You’re right, and I could smell just how wet she is; that’s the best part. Can’t wait to eat her up.” You could practically hear this person lick their lips.

“She doesn’t even know what she’s in for… innocent little slut.” Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.

You swallowed, “I can hear you–”

“Oh, believe me… we know.” This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.

Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen — Pride, Kento Nanami — Sloth, Suguru Geto — Gluttony, Satoru Gojo — Lust, Choso Kamo — Wrath, Toji Fushiguro — Greed and Higuruma Hiromi — Envy

You swallowed, “So — um— what’s exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have to…like… pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?” You heard a small scoff.

“No. This is more the showing part of your exam.” Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. “We need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?”

You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. You’ve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, you’re older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.

So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes.

“Yeah, this is going to be fun.” Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. “The thing about sex is,” he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. “It’s degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?”

You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didn’t move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. “Suck,” he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.

Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. “Damn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?” He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someone’s behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Toji’s cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, “Fucking, mouth is killing me.” You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.

“Pussy’s so damn wet.” You can hear just how wet you are, and it’s embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. “You like sucking his cock that bad? That you’re gettin’ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?” He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. “Can’t even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.”

You’re still sucking Toji’s cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, “Ah–fuck, fuck.. fuck***!” You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside.

“Now gimme a kiss.” You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them.

“Keep going, please.” Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. “Oooh, please.”

He sucked, “You like that?” You whimpered out something even you couldn’t understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair – Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, who’s using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless.

“Kiss me again, made her little pussy clench.” He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand.

“Satoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?” Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween.

“Thought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.” Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if he’s going to cum.

“Her hands are so soft. I..” He’s stammering. “Wait…Need to cum…” A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and he’s jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.

“You wanna cum inside of me, hm?” The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Choso’s red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojo’s fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldn’t focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didn’t need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.

“Wait,” You whisper, close to Gojo’s mouth and gently pushing Geto’s head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. “Thought you wanted me, baby…” A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. He’s speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing.

He mutters a quiet, “I do, please…” He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.

“Want me to step on it, baby?” Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.

He’s gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. “Y-yeah?” Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you don’t move an inch. He’s whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.

“Beg for it.” He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.

“Baby—” He’s looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.

“Ready?” You ask and he nods. “Need you to speak up...” Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.

“Ye-yeah.” He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.

Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up.

“I think im going to lose my mind, the way she’s riding me… oh fuck, im not going to last.” Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug.

“You’re such a good boy Choso.” You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, “Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?” After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Choso’s body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.

“Be gentle with me, please? Please baby or I’m—” he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. He’s heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles.

You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both can’t fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them.

“Slutty mouth, taking both of us.” Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Choso’s cock twitches inside of you.

“Choso, don’t you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her too…” Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Choso’s half hard cock you grin, he’s breathing so hard with hooded eyes.

“Can’t wait to play with that ass,” Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off.

Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Geto’s annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display — soaking wet with cum and your own slick— his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads.

He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. “Fucking tiny, aren’t you baby?” His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. He’s hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you.

“Hold her still for a minute,” Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He must’ve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojo’s tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit — your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. “Just wanted a little taste…” He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojo’s cock. “Looking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?”

You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. “Sloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?” Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you.

“Are you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?” Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You don’t remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum.

“Let me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?” His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. “Oh? Already been played with.” He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole that’s stretching ready to take him.

Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, “So proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.” He’s stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.

“Ohhhh!” Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. “Ohh, god.” Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you can’t tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. “Gojo.” Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness.

Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, “Please? Please?” You don’t know what you’re begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.

“You like it here? Right here?” You can’t tell who’s speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow.

“Oh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffed…” Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. “Really gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Geto’s eyes close and you can imagine that Gojo’s is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.

“Fuck— fuck,” They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanami’s blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Toji’s rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higuruma’s cock pulsing between your other hand.

“C'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.” You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feels you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Toji’s leading you to a bed.

He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body.

“Some men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and I’ll reward you like the good little girl you are.” Nanami whispers right next to your ear. “Then I’ll help you, yeah? Would you like that?” You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch.

“Play with those pretty tits for daddy.” Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like you’re going to come any second. “Don’t come until I say so.” He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch.

You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. “Look at me… look at me while you touch yourself.” You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. “Touch your pussy.” He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air.

You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; they’re long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.

“Poor girl can’t even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?” You look up at him and he’s replaced your fingers with his and he’s curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. “Gotta get ‘em really deep to stretch this little cunt open.” He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. “Your turn, put these fingers in deep.” He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets.

Your eyes roll back and you can’t breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. “You’re so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.” But it wasn’t just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.

He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, “Daddy, I—” He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet.

“This is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You don’t want to use your powers on anyone else… just me— just us?” He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes.

Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesn’t like.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. “They can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.” That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a ‘fuck’, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you don’t cum.

“Tell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.” Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.

“I… I want it, I need it.” His hands slide up and down your thighs. “Please let me cum. It’s too much, I don’t think I can take it.” You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him.

“Thank you, so—hah— so much, daddy.” Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Choso’s cock back into your mouth then switching to Higuruma’s and suckling on the head.

“Such good manners for a slut, don’t you think boys?” He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied.

Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. “Ohhh, sir, please just keep it right there.” Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. “Gonna come, so hard.” You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper.

“How’s she taste?” Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm.

“So fucking sweet…” he meets your eyes. “Better than anything I ever had. Don’t think anything could compare.” He nibbles on your clit. “It tastes better than heaven.” That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did.

Toji doesn’t care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.

Using his fingers to spread you open. “I see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,” Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit.

Nanami’s cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, “Fuck, you’re killing me dollface,” when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. “There she is, there’s my girl.”

You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, “She’s so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesn’t work without a cock filling her up.” Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare.

You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. “You like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.” He says, your mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. “Dirty, filthy slut. Aren’t you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.” You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you – he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. “You like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like you’re nothing, you dirty little girl.”

You’re nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. “Mhm. Yes, Oh– I do.” He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep.

“Just needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They weren’t doing it like me… c’mon, I know you’re close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussy’s crying for me,” And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, “You like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.” More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing.

His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesn’t stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You can’t keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. “Gonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.” He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close.

“Come back to us baby…” You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. “I think she passed, right boys?” They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, “But, let’s try again to make sure she really gets it.”

Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction.

“Hey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?” Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.

“Well…What the hell, yeah.” He unbuttoned his pants. “Ready for me, pretty?”

#loved this sm ughhhh!!!#10s all around ☆☆☆☆#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 -͟͟͞☆ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔

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goldenhaz · 3 years ago

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Hi! I'm new to your blog and i dont really know the rules for requesting but i saw that you wanted requests so could you maybe do jj maybank with a routledge! reader who's really smart sorta like pope? Thanks (p.s its totally ok to say no if you dont want to :) )

YES HI HELLO WELCOME!! This idea is one I’ve actually had in the back of mind of doing, so I’m super happy you suggested it! Sorry it took me so long! I’ve been writing up and editing all the requests I’ve been sent! I want to make sure they live up to all of your expectations ☺️ hope you enjoy this one :))

Warning(s): none

Summary: JJ loves watching how smart his lover acts, especially when outsmarting Pope.

Einstein

“Y/N it is not that simple! If it was, don’t you think scientists would’ve figured out how to create the waves themselves?” Pope argues, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

“We ourselves make waves, we create the orbiting water molecules just like any water nature has.”

JJ had just arrived at the Chateau on a late Thursday evening, hearing his beloved lover and Pope arguing about something that most likely didn’t matter.

JJ has walked inside and greeting John B and Kie with their handshakes, watching as they didn’t take their eyes off the two debating on the couch. He adjusted his hat as he made his way over to sit next to Y/N.

“What’s tonight’s debate about?” He jokes, earning a loud shush from Y/N.

“Okay, but think about the how the crest of a wave forms,” Y/N starts. “It’s based off of the Orbital path that the water molecules create, therefore the more molecules that orbit the bigger the wave will become. It helps build and create the energy to water when it begins to peak.”

They all watch Pope roll his eyes. “Nobody said that Scientists haven’t figured out a way to create waves. Some water parks have wave pools designed to create a certain wave length, and there’s even outdoor places where they’ve made lakes have surf able waves.”

“What does that have to do with the ocean?” Pope asks.

Y/N facepalms. “So if they can create wavelengths that can match real orbital molecules, what makes you think they can’t do it for parts of the ocean?”

Pope sighs in defeat, knowing that they’re arguing will get neither of them nowhere.

Y/N lets up a small smirk, leaning back against JJ as everyone watches Pope debate on pushing further. “Before you say anything further, it’s based off of physics. Waves are science and mathematics. Just gotta figure out the equation to make it work.”

“And what’s the equation exactly?” Y/N’s brother asks across the room,

As Y/N was about to answer, Pope interrupts her. “Easy. It’s going to be X(y,t) equals A cosign and then two pi over the time period multiplied by two pi over the wave length plus or minus zero. In parentheses.” Pope answers, proud of his equation before looking back to the Y/H/C one who was content in JJ’s arms.

Y/N shook her head and hit her tongue, JJ placing a kiss on the corner of the mouth, and wrapping his arms fully around Y/N’s waist to pull his lover onto his lap.

“What? Is it wrong?” Sarah buds in, Pope letting out a sound as if saying he was questioning if he was wrong too.

“Yes, it is wrong actually,” Y/N states, earning a shocked snort from Pope.

“I’m never wrong, I could do that equation in my sleep.” He says, watching as Y/N’s head shakes.

“Well then that shows that you need to sleep less and learn it more,” earning a bunch of howls from their friends.

“It is actually first off going to depend on the height and the length of the waves. It could switch up at anytime. But the average equation is known as Y, which would be the vertical height, with X and T in parentheses next to it equaling and equation of A, which is the height of the wave, multiplied by Cosign. And in parentheses next to that is where it would be two pi over the wavelength multiplied by X, which is the horizontal position of a wave, added or subtracted by two pi again over the time period per wave times T, which is the frequency, added or subtracted by zero.” Y/N explains as if it’s as easy as two plus two, looking at everyone who looked back in awe and shock.

Pope just groans and rubs his hand over his face, nodding as a signal of saying Y/N’s equation was right.

JJ looked down at his lover, completely astonished by the smarts that left Y/N’s mouth. Dare he say it made him feel turned on.

“Holy fuck, how did you know that by fucking heart?” John B asks, Y/N just shrugging.

“I love learning equations, what can I say?”

John B shakes his head with a laugh. “You really got dad’s smarts, that’s all I have to say.” Making the rest of the group agree and laugh.

They all had decided to switch the subject and talk about more chill things, JJ and Y/N in their own little world as they had their own conversation.

John B announced that the crew and him would be heading to Kie’s parent’s restaurant for a late dinner, asking if the lovebirds wanted to join.

“Nah, I want to hear more of this smart equation talk,” JJ says, a smug tone in his voice which earned him a pillow smack to the head by John B.

“Careful what you say about my sibling when I’m in the room, Maybank. Or I may have to kick your ass.” He warns, earning a middle finger from Y/N as the two watch their friends pile out of the Chateau.

Once they were in the clear of the group being gone, JJ immediately picked up and threw Y/N over his shoulder and made his way to the extra bedroom.

He shit the door behind him as he ignored the whines and laughs from the young Routledge before throwing the both of them onto the bed with JJ on top.

“That’s quite the sexy talk you’ve going on, baby.” He praises, placing kisses along Y/N’s collarbones and neck.

Y/N let out a gasp at the contact with a short laugh near the end. “I always find it kinda embarrassing when I know a lot.”

JJ’s head perks up at the answer, a smirk coming to his lips. “I find it hot. You’re like an Albert Einstein.”

He watches as Y/N’s lips curl up into a smile. “How hot?”

“You’re about to find out.”

#fluff #outer banks #obx cast #obx fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #rudy pankow

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breelandwalker · 3 years ago

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Hello Bree!

Please, do you have a spell to get someone out of your house?

The situation is like this: I have this girl staying over for like 2 weeks until she can save some money to move into her own place.

The thing is, 2 weeks passed, she doesn’t only not save money, but she doesn’t seem to ever want to leave. And she disrespects my space and there is where I draw the line.

I would like her out of my house asap and because she’s taking advantage of me, I would like to never see her again.

Is there a spell for that?

Thank you for your time! ☺️

P.S. I know of this spell called “tell her to her face to get the hell out”, but it backfires as she is prone to making a scene like I am evil for not letting her stay indefinitely, plus she won’t get out.

Ohhh I've got something for this, yes indeed. It's very similar to the Get Out Of My House verbal incantation you mentioned, just with a little more oomph attached.

This can go one of two ways, depending on if you rent or own. If you're renting, review your lease for the policy on extended stays for persons who are not cosigners of said lease. Usually it's a week at most before management has the right to step in and ask them to leave. In that case, you let the person know that you cannot continue to offer them space per the terms of your lease and that if they do not remove themselves and their belongings, management will do it for them. You can either ask for your key back or pay for a re-keying if you think it's going to be an issue.

If you own the home, it's a little more straightforward. If the person has overstayed her welcome and refuses to leave, then she's trespassing. And you are well within your rights to remove her and her belongings or to call the local authorities to do so. Give her one week to get out and find new lodging. Put it on paper in clear terms and tell her she can either sign her name to it, which constitutes a binding legal agreement, or you can call the police and she can leave right effing now. If she pitches a fit or makes anything even resembling a threat, call them anyway on the emergency line. (I know we don't usually resort to calling the cops as a general rule, but "unwanted person who will not leave my home and makes me feel unsafe" is one of the exceptions.)

The minute she's out of the house, deadbolt the door behind her (steal your key back if necessary) and get the locks changed the very next day. If she leaves anything behind, you can put it on the doorstep in a box for her to pick up, but under no circumstances is she to be allowed back in. Try to get this all accomplished before she's been there a full month, in case she tries to claim squatter's rights. If possible, get yourself a restraining or no-contact order as well, just in case she tries anything once you've gotten her out.

And document EVERYTHING. Take pictures, take audio, take video, especially when you're discussing the terms of her exit. If she breaks something, dents the wall, threatens you, tries to lie about your agreement, or throws a fit, make sure you have proof. Always cover your ass.

It may SOUND heartless to some, but really it's just practical. You agreed to house her for a set period of time, which she has overstayed. She is not respecting you or your privacy and I'm guessing she's not paying rent or contributing to expenses either. So out she goes. She can throw a tantrum or bitch on social media or whine to your friend group all she wants, but you are not obligated to keep a toxic, disrespectful person under your roof simply because she is capable of making herself disagreeable in order to get her way. "No" is a complete sentence. And if other people in your circle are concerned with her well-being after she's removed from your home, THEY can host her.

Oh and you can back all this up with a little Banishing Powder sprinkled across your threshold if you really want, but the important thing to do is get the legal end of things taken care of quick, fast, and in a hurry.

Hope this helps!

#earth-dragon #toxic person removal #Bree answers your inquiries

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nbagasly · 2 years ago

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Sorry but that popular Max fan account fcb-mv33 is a hypocrite. They constantly complain about hate hate Max gets but then they go and repost, like and contribute to a nasty hate post about Pierre. look at the comments from the accounts saying they are going to call the cops on pierre because of his girlfriends age.

https://www.tumblr.com/fcb-mv33/715243098356203520/do-u-have-a-pierre-hate-fun-fact-4-me-i-need-to

the post/reblog

i hate a hypocrite (am i a hypocrite myself? YES but it doesn’t count + I can admit it)

Anyways you can’t complain about the hate your fave is getting then go and cosign hate against someone else. all that’s gonna do is create more hate towards your fave like hello wheres the common sense.

Also the jokes about pierre and his gf are overdone and not funny anymore IMO

#f1 #anon ask #formula 1 #formula one #motorsport #pierre gasly #max verstappen

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 3 years ago

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Exclusive wanna-be-bad incorrect quotes!

The squad is trying to con some random guy Immy: Um, Felix, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Felix: We need money! Immy: You're scamming him? Felix: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him? Immy: What?! No way! Felix: Why not? We already stole Harland! Harland: Hey guys Immy: No, we didn't. Harland can think and talk for themself, they can do whatever they want! Harland: I wanna steal

Immy: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Felix: I'm a knife. Harland, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

(They do nap together, so in a non ship way yes this works--)

Immy: Hey Felix, Felix: Yes? Immy: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Felix: Felix: Where’s Harland?

(They can’t, Harland knows that. It’s why he did it.)

Immy: Felix, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean? Felix: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later Immy: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Harland.

(This is really accidentally wholesome...)

Immy: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Felix: The car takes a screenshot. Harland: For the last time, get the fuck out.

(Okay, this is something that would happen when they’re teens for sure.)

Immy: Tell Felix about the birds and the bees. Harland: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

(*deep sigh* ... The worst part is that he would do this. So quickly.)

Immy: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Felix: If? Harland: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

(Harland big sad, Immy being chaotic as always, and Felix being mildly concerned.)

Immy, to Felix: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Felix, motioning to themself and Harland: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

(Literally any life and death situation.)

Immy: Don't worry, I got a plan. Felix: Alright. Immy: TraitorSayWhat? Harland: Excuse me? Immy: What? Felix: Immy: Immy: No wait-

(Immy hit herself in her confusion.)

Immy: Harland, my old arch enemy. Felix: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Immy: I have a life outside of you, Felix.

(Everyone has been Immy’s enemy at one point. She is five.)

Immy: HELP! I TOLD HARLAND I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Felix, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(They’re trying to be nice but are both inept.)

Immy: If you had to choose between Felix and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Harland: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Felix: Harland! Immy: 63 cents. Harland: I'll take the money. Felix: HARLAND!!!

(Harland: I am legally obligated to be a prick to you, sorry bestie.)

Immy, texting Felix: Felix! Help I’m being kidnapped Harland: Where are you? Immy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Felix: I’ll call Harland. Harland, answering their cell: Y’ello? Felix: Where’s Immy? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Harland: Immy? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Harland: Harland: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Harland: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Immy: WHO ARE YOU?!

(Harland: DID YOU SERIOUSLY GO THAT FAR TO CALL ME UGLY?? Immy: YES!)

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Immy please come to the front desk? Immy, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Felix and Harland Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Felix and Harland, simultaneously: We got lost :( Immy: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

(Immy is the leader of their little group, so yes I cosign this would happen)

Immy: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Felix: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Immy: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Harland: edible

(Immy: You already are edible though. Felix: Dandelions are edible??)

Immy, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Felix, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Harland: what the fuck are you guys doing? Immy: playing systemic oppression

(Why do I feel that Harland is the only one of the three who knows what that even means---)

Immy: I told Felix their ears flush when they lie. Harland: Why? Immy: Look. Immy: Hey Felix! Do you love us? Felix, covering their ears: No. Harland:

(AWWWWWWWWWWWWW-)

Immy: WHY. why did you give Harland a KNIFE?! Felix: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Immy: Now I feel unsafe! Felix: I’m sorry. Felix: ... would you like a knife?

(And that’s how she got her knife.)

Immy: We need to get through this locked door. Felix, give me your credit card. Felix: Here. Immy, pocketing it: Thanks. Harland, kick down the door.

(And then he tries feabily and knocks himself over in the process.)

Immy: Felix, keep an eye on Harland today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Felix: Sure, I’d love to see Harland get punched. Immy: Try again. Felix, sighing: I will stop Harland from getting punched.

(When they met Bentley:)

*The group is getting into the car* Immy: I’m driving. Felix, out of view: Shotgun! Harland, turning to face Felix: Aww! But you had it on the way here- Everyone except Felix: WOAH- Felix, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

(Isaac is a bad influence on him.)

Immy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Felix: Wasn't Harland with you? Harland: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

(This.. this is just the trio. As a whole. Who has the braincell? None of them, and they don’t know it either.)

Immy: Harland and I are having a baby. Felix: That's gre- Immy, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

(Harland is just hiding in the background because of how embarrassing this situation is.)

Immy: I trust Felix. Harland: You think they know what they're doing? Immy: I wouldn't go that far.

(Immy: He’s a good kid, but smart...)

Immy: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? Felix: How am I supposed to know? Harland: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult. Felix: *sighs* Felix: You wouldn't be trapped.

(I keep laughing because of these and my dad is laughing from my laughing and I wanna kick him in the shins)

Immy: If Felix and I were drowning, who would you save? Harland: You two can’t swim? Felix: It’s a hypothetical question, Harland! who would you save? Harland: my time and effort.

(A sneaky way of avoiding admitting that he can’t swim himself B) )

Immy, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Felix: You did WHAT– Harland: William Snakepeare

(Felix is still new to the squad. He’ll learn eventually.)

#undertale fallen humans #undertale human souls #undertale six souls #undertale au #underfell #undertale bravery #orange soul #underfell hesitance #underfell fear #underfell impatience #incorrect quotes #feast on the content friends

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domjaehyun · 4 years ago

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since I’m so entertained with reading these messages, I’m going to pop in.

as a reader: I genuinely don’t hate much in fic😭 I read it all omg. It will be so badly written sometimes and I’m half way through INVESTED😅 like damn okay, he put his thing near my thing, what’s about to go down now, our things are TOUCHING. I stopped hating and avoiding things in fic so long ago I think mostly out of boredom/curiosity. late nights clicking through tags on ao3 will change your life lol. totally understand preferences of course, idk why fic entertains me so easily🐒

now, as a writer: the pregnancy thing…it’s been suggested a few times to me and I CANTTTT AHH, the most I’ll be like “MC got knocked up. The end.” but depicting it and having to immerse myself into that experience to be able to write it…no lol. I don’t have kids and I don’t want to force it in fiction. I’m cosigning that one.

HI HELLO :D tbh i am so so soooooo picky abt fics i like. genuinely enjoy 😭😭😭 like i would even be willing to say i’m fairly snobby abt it 😔😔😔 chances are i will dislike a fic strongly and still read it just out of curiosity jsjdjsjdjd

and yessssss i totally hear u i’m not abt to do any research on pregnancy and parenting, like….yall come here for smut….curtains close at the end of the show there is no sequel !!! also i write p much all my characters as like. young ppl who are more often than not in college……..i personally wouldn’t ever encourage or advise someone to get pregnant in college bc you have so many factors of your life you need to figure out!!!! also i rarely write characters in very serious relationships jsjfjsjd

the only fic i can recall writing with a pregnancy mention was 34 + 35 with johnny for the positions collection and like…i only put it in bc she said that in the song sjfjsjfjskdj but yes ugh you’re so right

wanna gossip abt things in fanfic we hate? 👀

#answered #neopuppy

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literary-spirit · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2

Bjorn stared at Bonnie as if a second head had sprouted from her neck. "So what are you implying? That the world is not flat but-,"

"Round!" Her head bobbed in a rapid series of nods. "Yes."

He watched her for a moment longer before snorting, "Impossible...ridiculous even! Surely if I were to sail too far in either direction my ship would eventually fall into oblivion."

"No, you'd just end back up in the same place you-,"

"Land!" A gruff voice growled from the head the ship.

Torn from their back and forth, she looked up and her chin almost smacked the floor of the ship. The sight of Kattegat snatched her breath and knotted her tongue. Television didn't do Ragnar's kingdom any favors compared to what the naked eye perceived in person.

"What you're feeling now is the same feelings I have each time I return. Bonnie," Bjorn whispered next to her ear, before his rough palms closed around her hands. "Swear your allegiance to me. Remain always at my side and I vow to protect you for as long as we both remain on Midgard."

Confusion wrinkled her brows. What the hell had she done to provoke such and oath from one of history's greatest names? "Why offer me this? You hardly know me."

"Because the same emotions I feel when I return to Kattegat is the same sentiment I felt when I looked upon you for the first time," he gave her hands a squeeze, "Something within speaks to me."

"Wha-," her voice went hoarse in the presence of a throat so dry she doubted even high quality h2o could quench her thirst. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed and tried again. "What does it say?"

A smile caressed his mouth as he lifted her hands to press a kiss to the back of them, "To hold you dear. For you're to be treasured."

"Bjorn-,"

"Will you bequeath me your vow, Mystical One?" He demanded as he imprisoned her in his electric stare.

Unable to do anything but give into the iconic Viking who was destined to carve his name across time, she nodded once. "Yes, Bjorn Ironside. You have my allegiance. My sworn word that I will never stand across from you on a battlefield and if left up to me, I vow to remain by your side for as long as we both shall live."

The words were out her mouth before they had a chance to tap dance across her mind. What the hell? Why the hell would she promise such a thing? She had to find Klaus! There was no time for her to become just another name on Bjorn Ironside's hitlist.

"Good, this pleases me," He laughed and released her hands to clap his. "Now we must seal our sacred vow." The laughter faded from his features as his facial muscles stiffened into a mask of sincerity.

Her breathing slowed while she prepared for the fuckery sure to follow. "How? Please don't say by blood."

"No, this way is the right of it," he whispered as he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Slowly, he leaned down to allow his lips to graze hers. Before it fully registered what jumped off he pulled away. "Now it is done."

"Okay, so now that's out of the way," she cut her gaze to the shore as she attempted to even her breathing and calm the flipping in her stomach. "How do you plan to explain me to your wife and the rest of your family?"

Bjorn's face scrunched. "How-," she halted his question with an unflinching gaze. The smirk on her lips hinted at all-knowing. He inclined his head as a concession of sorts, "Allow me to worry over my family. I have given you my sworn oath. There is no other in Midgard who can compel me to break my vow to you."

"Alright, my protector," she glanced over the multitude of people who at present packed the harbor, "I believe you."

Bjorn helped her off the ship onto the dock. When he turned two children raced into his arms followed by a petite woman with crinkled flaxen hair. Torvi. After the kids had released him, she threw herself in his arms and kissed him so hard she damn near sucked his whole head in her mouth. Moments later he untangled himself from her hold.

"How fare your travels, husband? Did the gods smile favorably upon you, was greatness achieved?" Torvi questioned as her gaze drifted to Bonnie and lingered.

"My travels have fared better than even I anticipated. For the gods have bestowed upon me the most wondrous of gifts," Bjorn turned to cast a wide smile at her and an extended hand. Accepting the outstretched palm, she allowed him to pull her to his side, "This is Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls and she is under my protection."

"Is she a slave then, Bjorn?" The oldest of the two boys questioned.

"No, Guthrum," Bjorn kneeled before the child to stare him in the eyes, "She is to be a most sacred friend to our family and that is how we shall all regard her."

"But she is dressed as a slave," Guthrum insisted, waving a hand at the burlap sack dress she wore.

Bjorn tsked. "Guthrum, it is not the garments that are donned which confirms the value of one's worthiness. However, worry not. For she shall be cloaked in the finest hides, silks, and furs befitting her station soon enough."

Raw pain etched its way across Torvi's face. "So you have taken a mistress?"

"I'm not his mistress, nor will I ever be," Bjorn head snapped around to peer up at Bonnie and she gave him a look that carried the weight of her words, before her gaze swung back to meet Torvi's flared stare, "on that you have my word."

"She speaks our language," She said, her words ringing more as a statement than a question, "Fluently, it would seem. Did you teach her?"

This gave Bonnie pause. Weren't they all speaking English? There wasn't an ice-water day in hell she spoke old Norse fluently. Not even with Super Head's tongue.

"Bjorn!"

Two tall lean muscled boys just beyond the dawn of manhood with eyes as transfixing as Bjorn's, cut through the crowded dock. Without any need for introductions, she knew who they were before hello crossed either one of their lips, Ubbe and Hvitserk. One after the other, they gathered Bjorn in a spine crushing hug. Each brother concluded their embrace with a pound to the back.

"How went your raid, brother?" Ubbe asked. A longing flicker which couldn't be mistaken for anything other than wanderlust sparked his unblinking azure stare, "Was the plunder worthy of the voyage?"

Hvitserk laughed and his consideration wandered from them to her. His iridescent sapphire blue irises almost leapt from their sockets. "How far south did you raid, brother?" He questioned, while running his gaze up then down her and back again.

Curious, Ubbe tracked his brother's stupefied stare back to her. When his gaze crashed landed on her, he stepped around Bjorn to invade her personal space. Once he towered over her, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her cheek. He then lifted the digit to his face for inspection.

"I assure you, it doesn't rub off," Bonnie said, before reaching up to do the same to him. When she inspected her thumb, she frowned down at the dirt on the pad of her finger. "But I see that yours does." She lifted her finger for him to see.

Ubbe's scrutiny snapped back to her face and doubled in its intensity.

"Where will you be placing her to serve, Bjorn?" He demanded

"She's not a thrall," Guthrum corrected, "she's a sacred friend to the family."

"What?!" Ubbe and Hvitserk questioned in unison.

"Guthrum speaks the truth," Bjorn cosigned, while inserting himself between them in order to address Ubbe and Hvitserk face to face, "Bonnie is a free woman and has my sworn vow of protection. Fear not, however," He pointedly glanced back at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed slave girl who pleaded to have her thrown in the sea to please the gods. She in turn cast her gaze downward and feigned modesty. "I have secured a wealth of suitable thralls to add to the great hall, stables, and trading block." Ubbe and Hvitserk exchanged smirks. "Now come, let us make our way back to the keep. I'm in need of a meal and rest."

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Bonnie glanced the one room shack. Like on television there wasn't much to the small space. There was hardly any room for Bjorn and his family. Where in the hell did he expect her to sleep? Her gaze moved to the only bed in the home. A pair of hands grasped her shoulders.

"My uncle Rollo has a keep only a few paces from here. My plans are to restore it so you may reside there," Bjorn whispered next to her ear, answering her unasked question as if he had real time Shade Room updates to her thoughts. "It should be complete before we sail for the Mediterranean."

A smile trembled across her lips. "You want me at your side when you sail for the Mediterranean?"

"Of course," Bjorn crowded her into a corner and lowered his voice, "There is a great truth I am with haste coming to realize."

"And that is?" She questioned, while noticing Torvi side-eying the hell out of them.

"There is not a moment when I do not long to have you at my side," he answered.

"And when did you have time to come to this conclusion in the three days of knowing me?" Bonnie scoffed. "Bjorn, I have yet to leave your side so how can you long for something you never had to miss." She inhaled and dropped her head to exhale. She needed a moment to mentally check herself. The angst gnawing at her chest had nothing to do with Bjorn and everything to do with the 21st century Viking she may or may not have left behind. "Look, this isn't what you think it is, trust me." She placed a hand on his chest. "You're just in the throes of a fleeting infatuation."

"You doubt my words?" He demanded stepping impossibly closer. The press of his hard body, pounding of his heart, and the unyielding steel hanging midway down his thigh spoke major fuckery about his earnestness.

"Never, I'm just skeptical about the longevity of their sincerity," she admitted, "Especially, when physical consummation isn't forthcoming. I meant what I said, Bjorn Lothbrok! I refuse to be your mistress. I won't do that to Torvi."

A knock sounded on the door, cutting off anything further he had to say. Torvi rushed over to answer it. Soon after in walked Sigurd. Aggravation provoked the muscle in Bjorn's jaw to twitch but despite his irritation he turned to greet his brother.

In three strides he crossed the room and embraced Bjorn. Sigurd eyed her over Bjorn's shoulder. "By the gods Hvitserk did speak the truth. You are in possession of a maiden who is cloaked in twilight even in the sunlight. Is she that pigmentation all over, brother?"

"I can assure you, young Sigurd, Ironside wouldn't be able to tell you one way or the other," Bonnie snapped.

Sigurd scoffed. "Young Sigurd? The brazenness of you! I'll wager you've yet to greet your sixteenth summer! You barely have the look of a girl who's one and five."

She tossed her head back and laughed at his flattery which bordered on absurdity. "You're sweet, but I haven't seen sixteen in eleven summers."

"Impossible," Sigurd spat as if he were on the verge of calling her a damn lie.

"Well you know what they say about black," She shrugged as she glanced down. Guthrum and Hali appeared to be hanging onto every syllable of her words. Introducing a set of stereotypes to a race of people who'd yet to form an opinion about her race of people wouldn't be a good look.

"No, what do they say," Sigurd demanded.

Her gaze rose to meet his. "They say nothing, and why're you so pressed to know my age anyway, Viking? Don't you know it's bad form to question a woman about the amount of summers she's seen?"

Torvi released a cough that sounded suspiciously like a chortle.

Bjorn leveled them with a not here for it expression before returning his attention back to Sigurd. "Why are you here, Sigurd?"

"My mother has prepared a great feast in your honor. She requests you bring your family and your..." his gaze moved over Bonnie as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, "charge for an eve of merriment." He stepped around Bjorn to loom over her, "Name yourself."

"She is Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls," Guthrum answered.

Bjorn turned Sigurd towards the door. "Inform your mother that my family, charge, and I shall attend. Now seek out your leave so we may be rested for whatever Aslaug has planned."

#bonniebennett #fanfiction #vampirediaries #vikings #bjorn ironside #crossover #ivar the boneless #hvitserk #ubbe lothbrok #sigurd #ragnar lothbrok #the originals

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ladynox · 5 years ago

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Milestones (2/?)

Relationships: Malexa

Summary: The stress of buying a home causes trouble in paradise.

Notes: A thousand hugs to my wonderful beta @beautifulcheat. You are the best!

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Sighing, Maria shut her car door and locked it. Michael and Alex’s cars were in the driveway. So they were home. She wondered if anything had been hashed out between them while she was doing inventory at the Pony. Somehow, she doubted it, and decided it was best to find Alex before confronting Michael. It was likely that Michael was in the house, which more than likely meant Alex was not. She walked around to the back of house.

When Maria walked onto the patio, Alex was sitting there with his beer and a laptop, barefoot, wearing an old Panic! t-shirt, his favorite grey joggers, and a sour expression. “He acts like a slave,” Alex grumbled by way of hello.

Through the glass of the sliding doors, Maria could see Michael carrying a load of laundry to the washing machine. Adamant though Michael was about giving his child everything, the financial process involved in buying a home stressed him the hell out. This level of stress would have sent the old Michael straight to the Pony looking for trouble. Now, Michael funneled his guilt and shame into extra shifts at the junkyard and doing more than his allotted chores around the house.

Rolling her eyes, Maria sat down in the patio chair next to Alex and wished she were holding a beer instead of a smoothie. “I think the word you’re looking for is neurotic housewife,” Maria replied. Their house was sparkling clean and Maria was fucking exhausted with it. “He feels bad because he can’t be a cosigner.”

Alex hummed and drank his beer, still glowering through the sliding door even though Michael had disappeared into the laundry room.

“Did you talk to him about this morning?” Maria asked.

“No.” Alex took a very long and frustrated pull from his beer bottle. Maria missed alcohol already. Being pregnant was stressful enough without buying a home, an anxious boyfriend, and his grumpy boyfriend on top of that.

That morning, Michael hadn’t accompanied them to the banks they’d chosen to apply for preapproval. After having a long and exhausting discussion about their collective finances, it was decided that Michael’s history would hurt their prospects. And even though Michael had understood that, had agreed to the logic of their plan, Alex’s spreadsheets still had been a hard blow from reality. He’d been sulky for a week before the appointments, leading to rather unpleasant confrontation that morning: “No, I’m not going,” Michael said in between sips of coffee. That in itself had been a surprise to Maria and Alex, who had been expecting him to come with them. Just because Michael wasn’t going to be on the title didn’t mean he shouldn’t be there throughout the whole process. “Don’t want them to smell poverty wafting off me and ruin your chances.” “What the hell, Guerin?” Alex demanded, angry but also unsurprised and… resigned. Maria understood, had felt the same way. This was a fight long overdue, but she was hurt nonetheless.

“That’s really un-fucking-fair!” Maria added, annoyed with herself for not mentioning it earlier (one didn’t need psychic abilities to know how stressed Michael has been) but also annoyed with Michael for bottling it up until he exploded. He’d been so good about not doing that, lately.

Michael ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “That was shitty,” he admitted and looked up at them, apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” “Yes you did.” Alex couldn’t let it go and Maria couldn’t blame him.

“Yeah you’re right,” Michael sighed. “I love and appreciate you both. This is about is my bullshit. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Maria said, glancing at her watch. She didn’t want to be late for their appointment with the bank. She didn’t even want to be right on time. She wanted to be early.

She did kiss Michael’s temple when she got up let him know she accepted his apology. Alex had done the same before they left.

And now here they were sitting in the patio, stewing, while Michael stress cleaned the house. Again.

Maria turned Alex’s laptop towards her so she could look at it. As expected, the spreadsheets for the Ranch Acquisition Project, as Alex called buying the house, were open. Once the decision had been made to buy the Smith ranch, Alex had gone full Type A. From researching credit unions and banks, to property taxes, to anything else one should know before buying a ranch, Alex Manes was on top of it.

“Are we going to tell him the loan officer thought we were married?” Maria asked. Alex laughed, which was what she was after. “I’m afraid he’d stick his head in the oven.”

“Alex.” Even as she swatted his arm, Maria laughed. “Well I made an appointment to view the Smith property for this weekend, so that’ll cheer him up. The realtor also wants to show us a couple more ranches for sale, and I agreed. Why not?” “Did you—” “Yes, I’ve already asked her for the addresses.” Maria rolled her eyes. Alex was so predictable. “She said she’d email them to me. I’ll forward it to you the minute I get it so you can start researching.” “Thanks,” Alex said, throwing his good leg across Maria’s thighs, and Maria took the opportunity to rub his calf, since he always carried a lot of tension there. “Roast will be ready in an hour do you want anything until then?” Michael asked, poking his head out to look at them. “For you to grab a beer and sit with us,” Alex said immediately. “Come on babe,” Maria said when Michael looked like he was about protest. “That thing will cook itself and I know you’ve done everything on the chore list.” Maria arched an eyebrow at him and Michael flushed. “Okay. Let me grab a beer.” He disappeared into the house and some of the tension leaves Alex’ shoulders. Maria wanted to remind Alex to relax, that sometimes it’s best to let Michael be, tire himself out. Wanted to remind him that Michael was always his own worst enemy. But she wasn’t responsible for their relationship. Michael sat down and fiddled with the label on the beer. Maria sipped her smoothie and Alex his beer. Finally, Michael sighed, “I’m so sorry again for this morning.” Maria met Alex’s eyes before they looked at Michael who was looking them both anxiously. Neither of them said anything and Maria is glad she and her best friend are on the same page. “I know it’s no excuse for being an asshole,” Michael was forced to continue. “Especially when you guys are being so amazing—” “Michael, you know I don’t like this burden talk,” Maria interrupted. This conversation was like a well-worn path.

Michael exhaled, annoyed with himself. “I hate that my name’s not going to be on the title,” Michael admitted, finally. “I know it doesn’t mean shit. I know that it’s just like how we’re married even if it’s not legal, I still hate it. I hate it because it reminds me of all the stupid ass decisions I made because I was a fucked up, angry kid. I’m angry at myself and I lashed out and I’m sorry.” That was a lot of feelings at once, Maria had to admit. So neither of them said anything until Michael gulped down his beer. It gave them all a little time to process.

“Just a poor mental health day,” Michael added afterward, echoing Alex. Only unlike Alex, Michael refuses a therapist, citing his extraterrestrial secrets as reason to not go.

While Maria was still figuring out how best to express her thoughts, Alex took Michael’s hand and kissed his knuckles, then rested his cheek against them, looking at Michael, who smiled beatifically in response. It was silly, especially because hasn’t always done them well, but sometimes Maria couldn’t help but be a little jealous at how good they are at nonverbal communications. Well without the use of psychic abilities. “Hey, I’m sorry too,” Maria said. Michael was about to protest but Maria didn’t let him, barreling through. “I should have—” “We should have,” Alex succeeded in interrupting her and piggybacking off what she was about to say. The lazy bastard.

“We should have talked about it more than we did,” Maria was finally allowed to finish. “Nah—No really. It’s fine. This plan makes sense.” Michael reached out for her with his free hand. She grabbed it. Squeezed it. “Let’s not swap blame around ok?” “Ok,” Maria agreed. “But I’m still going to check in on you more often. Alex too.” Maria was not doing all the emotional labor, damnit. “Me too,” Alex agreed. “But, Michael, please, just say how you feel sooner. All this cooking and cleaning—” “I’m not going to stop,” Michael flat out said and glared at them because they were about to protest. “Yes part of it is this transactional issue but keeping busy also helps keep my mind off of it.” Maria reminded herself that the fact that he can admit that now is a huge victory for him, and a result of all the hard work he had done on himself before and after they started dating. “Can’t just sit around playing the guitar all day.”

Michael slouched back in his chair, fiddled with the empty beer bottle. “But yeah, I know I should have said something earlier. Thing is… we’ve been so happy and I didn’t want to ruin the mood with my bullshit.”

“Baby, buying property is stressful as hell,” Maria said. “And I can’t even drink this time around. So – I for one would be totally down for a bitch fest anytime.”

Ah, there was that smile she liked so much. Michael sat up and leaned forward, kissing her, gratitude coming off him in waves.

“Sorry I’m late,” Michael said as Maria, freshly showered and energized after an hour at the gym, slipped into the passenger side of his truck. “I couldn’t find my sweater.”

Michael was giving her a reproachful look. So Maria looked at what he was wearing—a maroon knitted sweater with a couple of brass colored buttons at the collar. She loved the color on him and how soft it made him look. She also knew exactly where he must have found it.

“It was cold a couple days ago!” Maria explained, defensively. “Right.” Michael started the engine. “I also found the cardigan Alex got me for Christmas and a pair of jeans in your closet, Maria. Those aren’t even my jeans!” “Excuse you!” Maria huffed. “They’re Alex’s.” “I know they’re Alex’s, you gremlin!” Michael shot back. No heat. This was a well-worn argument. Now he was going to mention her abundance of clothes. “You have a ton of clothes!” And compare himself to a prospector. “But I’m still excavating men’s clothing in that pit of yours!” Oh this time he decided to make fun of how she keeps her room.

“You have plenty of clothes now. You’re not going to miss one sweater.”

“And a cardigan.” “And a cardigan.” “And likely that pack of t-shirts’ I’ve been trying to find.” “No, that’s not me. You haven’t worn them yet. I don’t want them until you’ve worn them.” It wasn’t just about style, though she did enjoy mixing and matching women and men’s clothes. It was about Michael’s scent—petrichor and motor oil—when he was out working late or sleeping with Alex that night. It was about the comfort of the heavy weight of his cardigan around her shoulders when work is extra frustrating.

“Can’t say I don’t appreciate the honesty,” Michael said dryly. Though she could tell he was trying not to flush. He still had a really hard time accepting any kind of compliments.

Michael turned onto the road that lead to the hospital. “How was the workout, babe?” “Good,” Maria replied. “Lisa and I are still working on a modified training program for the pregnancy. But for now, I still feel comfortable doing what I normally do.” Maria had started doing more resistance training in addition to yoga and cardio about a year and half ago because she’d read that it was good for osteoporosis, and she’d gotten addicted, gotten a trainer, and now she used weights she wouldn’t have dreamed of touching before.

“Oh good because Alex is going to chuck his dresser and it’s heavy so—” Maria laughed. “You can move stuff with your brain you lazy shit.”

“Yeah but benefits of dating She-Hulk is that I don’t have too.” Maria rolled her eyes, swatting his arm with her hand. He laughed and parked.

“I see you’ve been watching cartoons with Alex again.” Alex, being the huge nerd he is, had recently downloaded all the old 90s Marvel cartoons he and Greg use to watch as kids together.

“Yeah they’re kind of stupid to be honest,” Michael said and shrugged. “But he really likes them. And I’ve gotten to hear a lot of stories from when he was a kid. Like how he and Greg use to spend hours at the library going through their catalogue of X-Men comics and quizzing each other’s esoteric comic book knowledge.”

“Such a nerd,” Maria laughed.

“I knew what I was getting into when I married him.”

Once they were out of the truck, Michael took her hand and together they walked into the hospital. They were there to see Kyle for her first doctor’s appointment since confirming the pregnancy. Thankfully Maria was more human than alien, so the doctors never noticed anything strange when Mimi was pregnant. But this time around, the father was full alien. The change in percentage was enough to make everyone angsty and Kyle was recruited as OBGYN despite reminding everyone that he was a vascular surgeon. “I’m sorry for putting this on you, Kyle,” Maria said during brunch with Team Human. Maria had just broken the news about the pregnancy. “I know we ask so much from you as it is but if this kid comes out with glowing organs or something—”

“Hey. Hey,” Kyle said, squeezing her hand. “I got your back. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry Kyle. I’ll help.” Liz clapped her hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not an obstetrician either, Liz.” Kyle huffed, exasperated. “You’re not even a medical doctor! You’re a mad scientist.” He added when he caught the speculative gleam in Liz’s eyes as she looked at Maria’s flat belly. Liz, at least, had the good sense to look a little ashamed when Maria arched an eyebrow at her. Just a little ashamed though. This was Liz they were talking about here.

As Kyle and Liz continued to bicker, Maria was suddenly glad for her friends. Sure, unlike her mom, she had Michael and Alex. She wasn’t alone. But Michael and Alex were her life partners and those weren’t the same as friends.

The ultrasound gel was cold on her belly. She shivered a little, causing Michael to lean closer to her, taking her hand and twining their fingers together. He was radiating nervousness and fear as much he usually radiated heat. Maria tilted her head away from what Kyle was doing to look at Michael, his plush bottom lip caught in between his teeth, honey brown eyes focused intently on the screen as Kyle points out her bladder, the amniotic fluid and then her uterus.

“Okay there’s the baby,” Kyle said, pointing to a greyish blob surrounded by darkness. “This is the beginnings of an arm. Here’s the head.” Maria found it hard to imagine that that was going to be a person, her child. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t see little nodes that would one day be limbs. She couldn’t even really see much of a head. It was just all one amorphous lump, like a tiny soft grey turd, she thought unkindly, and wondered if there was something wrong with her. Did Mimi DeLuca look at fetus Maria and compare her to a turd?

No matter how hard she looked she couldn’t see what Kyle was pointing out. It looked like a little grey turd, she thought unkindly, and wondered if there was something wrong with her. Did Mimi DeLuca look at fetus Maria and compare her to a turd?

Maria forced herself to focus on what Kyle was saying. Healthy. She was relieved to hear that the baby’s development was good for this stage (whatever that means for a mostly alien baby). Maria could feel Michael really breathe for the first time since they walked into the room. He’d been fine until they stepped inside the hospital. After that he had started bouncing his leg in the waiting room and broadcasting worry to any psychic within a twenty-mile radius.

Maria hadn’t addressed it. Instead she let him hold her close even if it made texting difficult with all the jiggling. Maria understood the sudden shift in him. Reality had hit Michael in the waiting room, even though the pregnancy still felt unreal to Maria. It still felt more like a happy dream or a fantasy. No matter the blood test confirming it or the very real stress and drama of buying the ranch, it still felt like she was lying in the back of Michael’s Chevy wistfully sharing What ifs about their future. What if we moved in together? What if we had children? Maybe foster? What if it was ours?

“Judging by the size, it’s about 8 weeks old…” Kyle paused to calculate. “So that puts the due date close to September.”

“September.” Michael smiled and kissed Maria’s temple. “Is that even enough time…” Michael flushed, aware instantly that was a dumb thing to say. It was cute as hell though. “I mean…” “Eviction notice is already up, babe,” Maria chuckled, squeezing his hand. Michael pressed a kiss into her hair, chuckling. His whole aura had changed. Warm and happy, excited, and so hopeful. Maria pulled his hand to her lips, kissed his knuckles.

“We’re almost done,” Kyle said and checked her ovaries on the ultrasound. He took some screenshots of those and then some screenshots of the fetus. “Last thing. Just need to measure the heartbeat.” Kyle clicked something on the ultrasound machine and the room was filled with her baby’s heartbeat. For a moment, Maria forgot to breathe, transfixed by the mechanically distorted thwump thwump of the tiny life growing inside her.

This is really happening, Maria thought, looking at that little grey blob on the screen. It was still as grey and shapeless as before, but beneath her child was a graphic of their little heartbeat. Moving so fast. But it was the sound that overwhelmed her. Made her heart feel like it was swelling in her chest. Her eyes began to mist. “180 bpm,” she heard Kyle say over the rhythm of her baby’s life. Kyle smiled at the both of them. “That’s within normal limits.”

Maria’s laugh was watery and shaky. She looked at Michael who looked close to tears himself. His eyes shiny and full of love as he looked down at her. She sat up, reached for him and he came to her easily. They kissed – and she was sure it tasted like tears because she was crying now. Not sobbing. But the tears were flowing because she was so overwhelmed with wonder and love and so much happiness. Those feelings had to come out somehow. This was really happening. Really, really happening. All those things she thought she’d never have—a life, a love of that life, a family…that little bit of life and love growing inside her—it was real.

Maria was going to be a mom. Michael sat down next to her, gathered her up in his arms and held her tight. She heard Kyle say something as the door opened and closed behind him. She didn’t know what he said. All she could focus on was the smell of rain and warmth of Michael’s embrace, and the softness of his lips on her tear damp cheeks. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Maria confided. “Never in my wildest dreams…” Michael kissed her again. Slowly. Sweetly. His forehead resting on hers after. “I know.” There was wonder in his voice too. But also joy, amazement, and that same disbelief that she felt. “I know.” His eyes were bright with emotion and there was nothing sharp about his smile. Maria was sure she’d never seen him quite so hopeful.

Lord, Michael was so beautiful. “I love you so much,” Michael murmured against her mouth after another kiss. “And I love this baby. And I love that I get to start a family with you and Alex. And never in my wildest dreams…” Michael started to laugh because Maria was pulling him into another kiss, a little deeper this time. Maria opened herself up psychically to him, because she needed Michael to feel in this moment how much she loved him. How happy she was. That it wasn’t just Michael who couldn’t believe his luck. Everything she was feeling. Everything she was too overwhelmed to say out loud, she laid bare for him.

Michael pulled her impossibly closer, pressed his face into her neck like he wanted to graft himself to Maria, who felt so warm in his arms, still wrapped up in the flow of his emotions. She knew that Michael had never minded the few times she’s done this before. He was more comfortable with it than even she was and more eager to try it with her. She had noticed that it was easier for him to communicate his feelings nonverbally.

But also, she suspected, it made it easier for him to accept her feelings and be less defensive about them when he was presented with the raw essence of them. Which is probably why she insisted on verbal communication. She found raw feelings to be kind of overwhelming. Even now, happy as she was, wrapped up in both their love and happiness it was edging on a lot. So she eased back a little. “I’m going to make you so happy.” “You already have, dummy.” “I was talking to the baby.”

“Idiot.”

#this fic has become a monster #malexa #miluca #malex #roswell new mexico #rnm #roswell rnm #my fic

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fernwehbookworm · 5 years ago

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Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 26

May 2, 2018

Lena woke up serving as Kara’s big spoon. The blonde was still sound asleep, no doubt worn from the multiple orgasms she gave Lena last night. And the ones that Lena returned. Lena looks over Kara’s naked body, the sheet just draped around her waist since Kara was a hot sleeper. They had dumped the comforter on the floor after their activities. Now, in the light, Lena flinches at the rainbow of bruises covering the exposed skin. Kara must have sweated off the copious amounts of makeup she used to hide her face injuries as well. It made Lena almost scared to touch her, even though she seemed fine last night. Very fine. Lena flushed and took a deep breath. She pulled her eyes away from Kara to actually take in the apartment.

It was a completely open floor space with high ceilings. The bed sat center of the wall opposite the door. The wall the bed set against was made up of clouded glass blocks to let in natural light without people being able to see in. The bed was on a raised platform with steps leading up. Everything was in shades of gray and white, from the carpet, to the hardwoods, to the cabinets. The colors came from Kara’s paintings hanging on the walls and the throw pillows. On the couch was a rainbow Pride blanket and a bi flag blanket, that made Lena smile. There is a pool table and dartboard in one corner, free weights and a treadmill in another. No doubt Winn had a hand in the media center set up in front of the large couch. Everything was clean and organized but distinctly loved.

Lena slipped out of the bed and found Kara’s button-up from the night before. She rummaged through Kara’s dresser that she found in the small walk-in closet/changing room for a pair of clean underwear. Lena found a pair of boy shorts and then made her way into the kitchen. Lena managed to find the coffee and mugs after some quite looking and soon the smell of coffee filled the kitchen. Then she began looking through Kara’s fridge for food. Pulling out the package of bacon and eggs and turning on the oven. Kara still hadn’t even moved so Lena took the risk and put some music on softly from her phone. Lena put the bacon on a tray and popped it in the oven. While it baked, she cut up vegetables and scrambled the eggs to fry up when Kara did wake up.

Lena was singing softly along to the song, Come on Get Higher by Matt Nathanson, and swinging her hips as she whisked when she felt warm hands rest on her side. Lena smiled and stopped singing, turning and kissing Kara softly. Kara had put on a sports bra and shorts and she was looking at Lena like she would rather eat her than the bacon Lena just put on the platter.

“This is something I could get used to. You, in my shirt, cooking food. Beautiful. But please don’t stop on my account. I’ve missed your voice.” Kara tucks a hair behind Lena’s ear, her other hand squeezing Lena’s ass. Lena just laughs and kisses her cheek.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Breakfast before you get any ideas. I’m starving.”

Kara leans over Lena and snatches a slice of bacon. Lena detangles herself enough to start sauteing the vegetables before pouring in the scrambled eggs on the island cooktop. Kara sat opposite her on the barstool and watches her and turns the music up, linking Lena’s phone to the Bluetooth surround sound system Winn designed and installed. When the food was done, Lena sets two plates on the island and digs in as she and Kara talk. It was all so domestic and all Lena felt was complete happiness.

When Kara saw that Lena was finished, she picked up her phone and switched the song before taking Lena’s hand. “Come on, dance with me Miss Luthor.” Lena smiles and allows Kara to pull her to her feet.

You say you'll be down in five

The smell of your perfume is floating down the stairs

You're fixing up your hair like you do

I know that I'll be a mess

The second that I see you

You won't be surprised

It happens every time

It's nothing new

It's always on a night like tonight

I think that you can read my mind

'Cause when you look at me with those eyes

Kara sings along and it sends chills down Lena’s spine. Kara is nimble on her feet as she twirls Lena around her apartment.

I'm speechless

Staring at you, standing there in that dress

What it's doing to me, ain't a secret

'Cause watching you is all that I can do

And I'm speechless

You already know that you're my weakness

After all this time I'm just as nervous

Every time you walk into the room

I'm speechless

It started when you said hello

Just did something to me

And I've been in a daze

Ever since the day that we meet

You take the breath out of my lungs

Can't even fight it

And all of the words out of my mouth without even trying

Lena rests her head on Kara’s shoulder and they just sway in the living room even well into the next song. Eventually, Kara sighs and pulls away.

“I really have to go down to the gym. I’ve missed the past three days and I need to check in with the contractor doing the renovations.”

“But Kara, look at yourself. You shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous. You need to heal.”

“Don’t worry. Just office work today. Besides I was hoping to see you again tonight?” Kara makes the last part sound like a question and Lena kisses her.

“I’d love to. But I also have nothing to do right now, so would you mind if I just hung out with you?”

“Are you going to try and distract me?” Kara raises her eyebrow.

“No…” Lena says sheepishly. Kara just gives her a hard look, Lena sighs. “Fine. No distracting. Just give me a pen and paper. I’m feeling creative.”

Kara just laughs and shakes her head, making her way over to her closet. “So the key to writing songs is to satisfy you?”

“Who says I’m satisfied?”

“You did when you said you couldn't take anymore,” Kara calls from the closet before tossing Lena some clothes to put on.

“Not that I don’t enjoy you wearing my shirt, it is a little inappropriate.”

“You just want to see my ass in these running leggings.” Lena teases back.

“Guilty,” Kara grins and winks.

Eventually, the two get dressed and clean the kitchen before taking the public elevator down to the small entrance lobby on the side of the building. Kara leads Lena around the front by her hand. They pause at the front desk to say hello to Haley. Kara had told Lena she had been kicked out for being trans and now spent most of her time working. Kara had cosigned a lease on an apartment nearby and she had been covering Kara’s shifts the past couple of days. Kara also confided in Lena that she was thinking of asking her to manage the future Metropolis location when she finished her business degree.

“Morning Coach K. Glad to see you up and about. Miss Luthor, always a pleasure.”

“Haley, please call me Lena.” Haley grins at her and nods.

“Haley! Thanks for covering for me. I need to do some work in my office. Could you grab Lena a journal and pen from the merchandise?”

“Of Course!”

“Lee, I’ll be in my office.” Kara walks away as Haley rummages in the cabinet behind her.

“Here you go, Lena.”

“Thanks, Haley.”

“You’re Welcome,” Haley looks like she wants to say something else but she looks around quickly to make sure no one is in earshot. “Lena, is she really okay? We saw the news about the raid. When she didn’t even call the morning after we thought the worst.” Lena’s breath shortens with every word. Did they know? Who was ‘we’?

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you're talking about.” Lena denies. Haley just rolls her eyes.

“Please. We all know you know. Power Girl is the best-kept secret of the employees. It only took us a few weeks to figure out how Kara would lock herself in her office for hours at a time, all while Power Girl was stopping robberies or saving people. Not a far jump from that to the underground fight club bust.”

Lena laughs and shakes her head. She had wondered what Kara’s employees though she did all the time. No gym needed that much paperwork done.

“Yes, she’s fine. A bit banged up but fine.”

“And not to be nosy, but are you two back together?”

Lena looks wistfully towards Kara’s office door. “We are working on it.”

“Don’t hurt her again. I’m a big fan, Lena, but you didn’t see her afterward. We all love Coach K and if you break her heart again, you will have a lot of angry gym trainer’s on your hands.”

“I understand. Thanks for the warning. I’ll see you later Haley.”

Haley smiles and waves, satisfied that she gave her warning and her boss was okay. Lena just shakes her head. She should probably tell Kara that all her employees were in on the secret. But then again, it had been six months since she opened the gym and none of them had said anything. In fact, they were just worried about Kara’s well being. Lena opens Kara’s office door and sees her concentrating hard on the computer. Lena stands there a moment and watches. She decides against it.

“What are you staring at?” Kara asks with a chuckle.

“You, of course.”

“Well sit down, you're being a distraction. I have about twenty minutes before I have to head upstairs to meet with the contractor. You can come too if you want so I can show you around.” Kara glances away from the screen long enough to see Lena smile and nod. Lena sits one of the chairs across from Kara and opens the new journal, clearly made for tracking workouts but it would do.

After twenty minutes Kara stands and stretches. She prints off a paper and grabs a piece of tape, the next employee schedule that Kara posts behind the desk on their way out the front. Kara takes Lena up the stairs this time to the first floor, handing her one of the extra hard hats outside the door. Lena heard hammers and loud music and men yelling coming from the other side of the door.

Kara opens the door for Lena and Lena is confronted with a hallway with half-constructed walls and jovial men working away. Kara waves down a man who was slightly more professionally dressed with his flannel shirt tucked into jeans as he pours over blueprints. The man waves at someone else and motions for him to turn down the music.

“Miss. Danvers! Great! I have some questions about room specifics that I want to make sure are accurate. Are you okay?”

“Hey, Dave. Yes, I got your message and yes I’m fine. Hazards of training beginner fighters, sometimes there is a wild swing or two. Lena, Feel free to look in the rooms just stay in the hallway. Don’t need you getting hurt.” Kara follows the man over to his working table and Lena watches her for a moment before wandering further into the building. It is mostly bare, walls still going up as men carry heavy drywall and work to nail it up. This floor looks to have six small apartments, three on each side. That means Kara should have about twelve rooms to rent out if the other floor is the same. Lena wanders down the hall and back and Kara looks up and gives her a wink and a smile. Lena’s heart melts. It only takes a few more minutes for Kara to finish, shaking the man’s hand and then grabbing Lena’s and leading her back downstairs.

“I know it’s not much yet, but I really can’t wait.”

“I’m so proud of you Kara. This is going to be such a good thing.”

“Thanks, Lee,” Kara smiles and kisses her cheek outside the gym door. Lena sighs as she hers the telltale click of a camera from across the street. An ill-disguised paparazzi man crouches behind a row of paper and real estate ad boxes.

“Want to know how to screw him?” Kara asks, not even looking at the man.

“What do you mean?”

“Lee, you're a celebrity. You have to know that posting pictures before they can practically make them worthless. Come here,” Kara whips out her phone and turns the front-facing camera on and smiles.

“Ugh, you may know that, but babe, you need some selfie tips. Give it here.”

Lena takes the phone and adjusts the angle so you can see the Power House sign in the background. “Kiss my cheek, that way you can’t see the bruising,” Lena instructs. Kara obliges and Lena smiles, eyes closed and nose scrunched up. When Lena looks back across the street, the man is gone; no doubt realizing his waisted time. Kara takes her phone back and opens Instagram. Quickly, she selects a filter and begins to type the caption.

First Date, Take two. I’d say it went well, how about you @LLuthor?

Lena laughs and nods. When Kara posts it, Lena immediately pulls out her phone to comment.

@MaidenofMight Maybe. I might need a second one to be sure.

Kara clicks to respond. Tonight?

“You know our followers will eat this up,” Lena says while still responding. Confident, aren’t you? Yes. Tonight.

“That’s kind of the point. I need the world to know I am taking Lena Luthor on a date because there are no more secrets.” Kara responds with a bunch of heart emojis.

“Okay, Sam wants to get a late lunch. I think she’s finally pried herself out of Alex’s bed.”

Kara laughs and shakes her. “I swear, Alex just needs to drop this whole ‘We can’t; I live here, she lives there’ crap. They obviously like each other.”

“I know, Sam does the same. But we have to let them figure it out themselves.”

“But maybe a little nudging?” Kara asks.

“Just a little.” Lena’s nose scrunches up as she smiles and Kara can’t help but kiss it.

“Okay, go on and call your Lift. I can’t have Sam hating me more than she already does.”

“She doesn't hate you. She… just wants to make sure I’m okay. She’s almost here too, she’s picking me up.”

“So I have time for one more kiss?”

Lena glances around to make sure the photographer is gone before nodding. Kara’s lips are soft and warm. The kiss was chaste and Kara ends up smiling and resting her forehead against Lena’s. Lena just laughs as the bliss of the night still radiates through her. A honk startles the pair out of their bubble and Lena turns to see Sam.

“Break it up lovebirds! I’m starving.” She calls through the open window.

Kara opens the door for Lena and closes it as she settles in the front seat. “Hey, Sam. Good to see you.”

“You too Kara. But I’m stealing Lena for a few hours. You can have her again tonight.”

Kara laughs nervously, just trying to get back into the best friends good graces. “Thanks, Sam. Lee, call me later?”

“Of course,” Lena pulls Kara in by her shirt for one last kiss. Sam rolls her eyes and waits for them to part. Kara steps back from the curb to watch them drive away. She returns to her office to finish the paperwork she has been neglecting for far too long.

“So I take it the date went well?”

Lena hands the menu back to the waitress after ordering. “It went very well. It does feel like we started over. After all the therapy and coping techniques and trust exercises, I don’t feel angry anymore. And she isn’t holding what I did against me. She is trying very hard to ‘woo’ me.”

“What did you guys do last night?”

“You haven't seen pictures?”

“I was… a little preoccupied.”

“With Alex?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “She took me to this new restaurant called Level Up. It was very good, the owner is one of her gym members and it has great potential. And the view was amazing.”

“Amazing enough to jump right back into bed with her?” Sam almost mutters.

“Sam…”

“Sorry, I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

“Sam, even if this doesn't work out. And that’s a big ‘if'. I am in such a better place than I was back then. I will not go back to that place.”

“You’re sure?”

“Very.”

“Okay. So tell me, how was it?”

Lena throws her napkin at Sam, “Sam!”

“Oh come on! Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” Sam winks. Lena rolls her eyes at her best friend.

“Fine. Fine. But your paying then.”

Sam grins, “Okay first… Has she ever cum before you? Because Alex never lets me take care of her first. Maybe it's how they were raised? Always caring and giving?” Lena rolls her eyes, this was going to be a long lunch.

Lena had her assistant drop some comfy clothes at her hotel room for her to change into, not that she was staying. Kara had invited her back to her place for a movie night. Not that Lena was going completely comfy. She was hoping Kara took off her sweatpants to find the lingerie underneath. Lena knocks on Kara’s door and is greeted with the beautiful blonde and her mouth full of pizza.

Kara swallows. “Hey! Sorry, I was hungry. Don’t worry, there is plenty left.”

“Good, with you, who knows if there’s ever food left.” Lena winks and walks in.

“Hey! Yeah, that sounds about right.” Kara relents. Lena helps herself to a plate and a couple of slices of veggie pizza that she knows Kara got just for her. She even remembered to not get black olives on it. Kara grabs her water and they both settle on the couch. Kara selects a movie, Below Her Mouth . Lena inhales slightly. She hasn’t seen it yet, but she's heard what it's about. Heat flashes her body, knowing where this night is headed.

Lena’s right. It’s basically softcore porn. Her pizza slice sits half-eaten on the table because fifteen minutes in, Kara’s hand is resting inside her thigh and creeping higher. By the second sex scene, Lena mumbles ‘Fuck it,’ and straddles Kara’s lap. Kara immediately attaches her lips to Lena’s and slips her hands under her shirt. Lena feels the small give of her bra being unhooked by Kara’s nimble fingers before Kara sits up and presses Lena back into the couch.

“You just like using movies to get in my pants.” Lena teases.

Kara shrugs, “Hey if it works, it works.” Kara mumbles into Lena’s neck before biting over her pulse point and making Lena gasp.

“You know you have a perfectly good bed, right over there?” Lena says, eyes racking down Kara’s torso as Kara sits up to take her shirt off.

“Lena, I mean this in the most chivalrous way that I can. With your consent, I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment that I can.”

“Uh…” Lena’s brain stopped working, she couldn’t process all those possibilities. Kara raises an eyebrow and Lena just nods, mouth hanging slightly open.

“I’m going to need a yes or a no.” Kara’s fingers play with the hem of Lena’s shirt, Lena swallows hard.

“Yes,” Lena whispers and then swallows again, “Yes please.” She says stronger. Kara grins like the Cheshire cat.

“That won’t be the only time your begging.”

Kara pulls Lena’s shirt over her head and removes the already loose bra with it. Kara immediately attaches her lips to an already hardening nipple and Lena’s hands pull at Kara’s hair as she gasps. God, I’ve missed this, Lena thinks. Kara spends an agonizing amount of time lavishing one nipple while ignoring the other.

“Kara…” Lena whines out.

“Patience,” Kara mumbles but she switches sides, all the same, this time keeping the first rock hard nipple rolled between her thumb and finger. Lena’s hips rock up into Kara’s taught stomach. Lena can already feel a heat coiling low in her stomach as Kara works her up without even taking her pants off.

Kara sucks at the inside of Lena’s breast before placing wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over them. Kara’s hands slide behind Lena and down, down, down. They slide into her pants and grab two handfuls of Lena’s ass, pulling her tight against Kara as Kara grinds down with her hips.

Kara stretches back up to kiss Lena, tongues tangling in a sloppy hot need. Kara pulls underwear and sweats off at the same time, only breaking the kiss long enough to sit up and pull the last of Lena’s clothes off. Kara immediately begins to kiss Lena again, down the column of her throat and quickly making her way ever lower. Lena opens up to Kara. She throws one leg over the back of the couch while firmly planting one foot on the floor.

By the time Kara reaches the apex of her thighs, Lena’s breathing is shallow with anticipation. Kara bites her belly and then licks the outside of Lena’s lips. Lena’s thighs jump slightly, wanting to pull Kara in and hold her there. The movie still plays in the background as Dallas goes down on Jasmine and the sinful breathless moans match Lena’s. Lena glances over to see Jasmin riding Dallas’ face at the same time Kara dives her tongue in deeper. Lena chokes off a moan and Kara glances up, her eyes nearly black with desire. Lena pushes the hair back from Kara’s face as Kara begins to eat her out like the champ she is.

Kara’s tongue circles her clit and then trails down, just teasing her entrance before going back up. Kara works her up in the way she took months to learn how to do. Lena begins to grind her hips up and down, Kara’s nose brushing her clit on every stroke. Then Kara pins her hips to the couch and flicks her tongue quickly over her clit. It’s not enough to make her cum but enough to bring Lena to the brink. A finger teases Lena’s entrance.

“Yes! Fuck! Please, Kara!”

Kara bites her thigh at the same time she enters the warm, dripping heat of Lena’s cunt. The sounds Lena is making cover the sounds of the movie, Dallas using the strap on Jasmine in the bathroom. It’s giving Kara so many ideas and now she can’t wait to make Lena cum so she can go get her own new toy. The one still in the box since the breakup. Focus Kara . She chides herself. Lena makes a frustrated noise and Kara redoubles her efforts. Soon Lena is shuttering around Kara’s fingers and she tenses, hips in the air as Kara likes her down from her high, trying to lick up all the wet mess between Lena’s thighs. Lena pulls Kara back up for a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself still dancing on Kara’s tongue.

Kara tries to sit up but she feels Lena pulling at her sweat pants. Before Kara can protest, her strap still on her mind, Lena is working her fingers into Kara’s underwear, fingers easily sliding through the slick that had gathered there as Kara worked Lena up. Lena bites Kara’s lip and Kara opens her mouth. Their tongues tangle together as Lena finds Kara’s entrance, easily penetrating her with two fingers. She just holds them there though, enjoying feeling Kara’s needy cunt squeeze around her. Then Kara is moving, fucking herself on Lena’s fingers while staring down at her. It’s almost too much for Lena until Kara throws her head back and moans. Lena starts to move with her, using her hips to drive harder into the blonde moaning above her.

Kara cums quickly with very little warning, turned on as she was between the movie and making Lena cum. Kara slumps over on her lover and buries her nose in Lena’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat, and sex, and Lena.

“Kara, babe, I’m glad you're satisfied but my hand is cramping.” Lena flutters her fingers still inside Kara to emphasize her point. Kara moans but stands up, carefully extracting herself from Lena.

“Get us some water, I have something I want to do.” Kara leans down and kisses Lena, “Feel free to say no if you don’t like it or want to.” Kara adds before walking to her closet.

Lena stands and stretches, turning off the television before pouring water for them both water from the pitcher in Kara’s fridge. Lena was taking a drink when Kara’s arms circled her from behind, Lena almost spits her water out at the hard thing poking her in the ass. Lena turns and looks between their bodies and her jaw drops. Kara is wearing blue briefs with a blue dildo curving up between them.

“I said I wanted to fuck you on every surface I could.” Kara raises an eyebrow, letting Lena decide if she wanted this.

Lena answers by hopping onto the counter and spreading her legs. Kara steps between them, Hard silicon rubs into Lena’s core. Kara’s hot and seeking mouth finds Lena’s, hips rocking into Lena, teasing her while the wetness between her thighs coats it. Lena is pulling Kara closer, hands on her ass, snapping their pelvises harder together. The cool marble of Kara’s island was like ice on Lena’s heated skin, adding to all the sensations of Kara’s probing tongue and wandering hands. Then one of those hands is gone, squirting some lube from the bottle Kara had brought with her and lathering it up and down the shaft. Kara’s other hand begins teasing Lena’s clit, thumb rubbing broad strokes over it. Then Kara is lining up with Lena’s entrance, fire burning in her eyes.

“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Kara.”

Kara slides the head past Lena’s entrance, “Ohhh,” Lena moans out.

Kara starts slow, rocking in and out as she kisses Lena. She tries to pick up speed when Lena whines in the back of her throat, knowing the singer needs more but she can’t quite get the leverage. Kara uses her strong hands to move Lena back, pulling out, much to Lena’s discontent. Lena begins to protest before Kara hops up, straddling Lena. And just as swiftly Kara pulled out, she was entering Lena again. Lena Lays back, wrapping her legs around Kara as she drives Lena into the cool marble. Lena’s head hangs over the opposite edge, causing blood to rush there.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for so long.” Kara kisses her way up and down Lena’s neck.

Lena can’t think. Kara is whispering all the dirty things she wants to do and where while setting a brutal pace. Lena digs her nails into Kara’s back in an attempt to ground herself as Kara switches her rhythm up. Kara bites down where Lena’s neck meets her shoulder and sucks hard before running her tongue over it to sooth it. Lena tenses and then relaxes back into the thrusting. Heat was building in her stomach but it wasn’t enough; her head hanging upside down was making it a little hard to breathe and it was distracting her.

“Kara… I… can’t...uhhhh… can’t like this.”

Kara bites Lena’s breast in response before hopping back off the counter and pulling Lena down too.

“Whoa…”

Kara flips Lena around and presses Lena into the counter face first. The cold hits her bare chest at the same time Kara drives back into her. “Yesss…” Lena hisses out.

“Look at you. Bent over and taking me so well. Yeah, bounce your ass back into me. What will it take for you to cum? Huh, baby? I want to make you feel so good.”

Lena grips the counter edge with one hand as her knees weaken, the other reaches down to rub her clit. “Gah… nipples. Pinch. So close.” Lena couldn’t even think in full sentences, let alone speak them.

Kara leaves one hand on Lena’s hips to guide her as the other does her bidding. Lena instantly skyrockets. Kara pinches and twists slightly while driving into her as Lena furiously rubs at her clit. Then Lena tenses, a silent scream in her throat, and Kara slows to work her through her the orgasm ripping through her. Lena taps Kara’s thigh when it starts to become too much and Kara extracts herself, kissing down Lena’s spine as she pants against the counter.

Eventually, Lena catches her breath and stands up. Kara wraps her arms back around Lena’s waist and kisses her neck. Lena smiles into it and cups the side of Kara’s head, scratching the short hairs that she was still getting used to.

“Wow… that was… wow.”

“That was just the start, Lee. I mean it, every surface.”

Excitement runs through Lena but her pussy throbs somewhat painfully from the underuse it has gone over the past months. Lena pats the side of Kara’s head and pulls away.

“As good as that sounds babe, I can’t do it all in one night. My… endurance… isn’t as good as it used to be.” Lena turns in Kara’s arms and its immediate mistake because of the puppy dog pout Kara gives her. Although it is in such contrast to the demanding and filthy person that was just fucking her on the kitchen counter that it makes Lena laugh and bury her face in Kara’s neck.

“I'm not saying I don’t want to, because I do, but honestly. My pussy is sore and I think I need a nap.” Lena sees Kara flinch slightly at the profanities, which makes Lena suppress a smile. Of course, Kara could curse during intercourse but any other time it was against her nature.

“I’m holding you to that. All right, come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

Kara swoops up Lena’s legs and carries her to the bed with a small yelp from Lena. Kara plops her on the bed before stripping off the briefs and crawling in after. Lena shifts to the middle of the bed with her and they settle naked under the covers. Lena lays her head on Kara’s chest and nuzzles in as she tangles her legs with Kara’s. Kara smooths down Lena’s hair and wraps her arms around her. Lena relaxes instantly but she can still feel Kara practically buzzing with energy.

Lena yawns, “Kara, do you need help with anything to calm down? I can- yawn- definitely help.” Kara just chuckles and kisses her forehead.

“No, sleep. I’ll just watch something.”

Lena tightens her arms. “No, stay. Please?”

“I am. I am. Want to see something cool?” Lena nods. “Hey, Kalex! Bedtime television settings.”

“Of course, Miss Danvers.” came a slightly British male automated voice from somewhere above them. Before Lena can ask, all the lights go off as the television swings out from the wall to face the bed. Boomerang turns on and Tom and Jerry plays on mute.

“What was that?”

“Kalex. He’s an AI that Winn designed for our apartments. Cool huh? Smart Home without the whole Big Brother Spying that happens with the other ones. He’s also the assistant on my phone. It's cool, very Howard Stark.”

“Very hot too.” Lena nuzzles into Kara’s neck and kisses her there, letting her tongue dart out between her lips to taste the salt of Kara’s sweat from her exertions.

“Careful… just because I want to try out the rest of the apartment doesn't mean the bed is off-limits.”

Lena rubs her nose along Kara’s clavicle, “Hmmm, could you just… until I fall asleep.” Kara laughs, knowing what Lena means. It had been hard enough for Lena to ask for the gentle touches the first time, but Kara had learned it was just when Lena needed to feel close to her. Kara rolls them so she can big spoon Lena while still watching the TV. Lena sighs as one of Kara’s hand's trails lightly over her stomach while the other slides between her legs. Lena shudders slightly as Kara brushes over her clit and stays there. Kara bites her lip at the slick still there from Lena’s last orgasm, but she stills her hand from pursuing another one. Lena relaxes into Kara as she continues tracing patterns onto her stomach. The slight pressure between her legs is comforting in a way that makes her feel protected. Like Kara’s. Lena shut her eyes, Feeling Kara chuckle slightly at the muted cartoon playing on the screen as she drifted off to sleep.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #Singer #Vigilante #au #fanfiction #WTFU

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Snowed In - Part 2

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(SKSKS HELLO TO PT2 omg ok 1st off this gif is what i imagine his face to look like kinda when he gets jealous so MMM okay and secondly, im trying to come up with more ideas for this fic!! if u have anything u want added to it plz just lemme know ok ily BYEEEE)

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“Hello, Ben.”

He picks up his suitcase, half smiles at you and looks to Joe.

“What? I don’t get a greeting like he did?” he asks, smirking.

You roll your eyes and turn to walk inside. Joe rolls in his suitcase and pushes it next your couch. Ben places his next to your kitchen island and wipes his hands on his jeans. The two boys look around in your home and Joe nods his head in appreciation.

“I really love this!” he says, looking at you and grinning. “So Eric cosigned?” he asked.

“Who’s Eric? You’re new man?” asks Ben, raising his eyebrows at you flirty. You make a disgusted face and hear as Joe holds back a laugh.

“My father.”

Ben purses his lips and stands up. His cheeks flash red and he clears his throat, not able to make eye contact with you.

“Oh…” is all he can say.

There’s an awkward moment of silence before you look around confused. You look over to Joe and furrow your brows.

“Hey, where’s everyone else?” you ask.

“Oh, they were running by the store real fast. Rami didn’t want you to feel like you had to feed us all.”

You laugh and walk to sit on your couch, followed by Joe plopping down next to you. Ben stands behind the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to you. You can feel his gaze burning into you, but you don’t dare look.

“I know Gwil is super excited to see you.” says Joe, teasingly. You hit his arm and act shocked.

“Joe! Don’t even start that.” you say laughing. You look up and Ben’s face has changed into an angry, tight lip look. You look away and suddenly stand up.

“Anyone want coffee?” you ask, walking towards Ben.

Joe calls out a yes as you open the cupboard and attempt to reach the top shelf for your mugs. The mugs you usually use are still in the dishwasher, so these were just the back up ones that you never use. You stand on your tippy toes and reach high up, your sweater slightly pulling up revealing a tiny portion of your hip. Ben stares at you closely and swallows hard at the slight exposure of you. You feel someone’s hand grab your hip, pausing your reaching. Ben’s long arm reaches out and grabs three mug handles and places them down in front of you, with his hand still on your hip. Your heart flutters at the contact and your breathing gets hitched in your throat.

“Thank you.” you say, your voice coming out hoarse. You clear your throat.

Ben smirks and nods his head, stepping away from you.

“I just feel bad when short people can’t reach normal height things.”

You spin around and glare at him. You half laugh and put your hands on your hips.

“Short people? Ben, I’m only four inches shorter than you!”

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

“And yet I can reach the top cupboard.”

You fight back a smirk and shake your head. You turn back around and feel your face burn as you smile to yourself. You grab the mugs and begin pouring the warm liquid into each one when all of a sudden there’s a knock at the door. You turn your head to look at Joe and watch him skip across the room to it. He opens it and in walks Rami.

“It’s gotten even worse outside!” he says, shivering.

Lucy follows behind him and is holding her coat close to her body. She looks around and spots you. She smiles widely and rushes to you.

“Oh, y/n! It’s been so long!” she says as she wraps her arms around you.

“Too long!”

She steps back as Gwil walks up behind her. He towers over her and lifts his arm revealing a glass bottle with a dark liquid inside.

“I brought whisky!” he says cheerfully to you.

You grin widely and rush to hug him. Besides Joe, you were the closest to Gwil. The two of you could talk and joke about anything. That also involved fake flirting. Little comments here and there to make each others faces turn bright red.

“Look at you, good looking!” you say, cupping his face. “And you remembered my favorite drink.”

You playfully pinch his cheeks and he scrunches up his nose. He places the bottle down on the counter and smiles.

“Like I’d ever forget a pretty girl’s favorite drink.” he says, winking.

You dramatically put your hand over your heart and swoon. Ben stands back and lowers his head as he watches the two of you be handsy with one another.

“He might’ve brought the booze, but I got us snacks!” says Rami, flipping over the paper bags and emptying contents of chips, crackers and… condoms? He quickly snatches those up and slips them in his pocket. His face is bright red as he looks between you and Lucy, whose face is also flushed.

“Wow, Rami.” you say teasingly. “I guess you really did come prepared.”

Everyone around you snickers as he walks up and hugs you.

“Still as funny since the last time I’ve seen you.”

You squeeze his cheek and turn to grab the mugs of coffee. You walk to Ben and hand one out to him. His arms are crossed as he puts up a hand and shakes his head. Your face falls.

“I thought you wanted a cup!”

He looks at you almost ticked off.

“I changed my mind.”

You grip the coffee and exhale as you turn around and face Gwil.

“Here,” you say handing him the mug. “Coffee?”

He reaches for it and his face lights up.

“Oh, thank you babe! Coffee sounds amazing.” he says as he bends down to kiss your cheek. You smile back and turn to Ben. He’s glaring at Gwil and you can notice his jaw tensing. You turn back around and walk to Joe. He’s pushing everyone’s luggage inside and shuts the door. He stands up and catches his breath.

“So,” he says. “Sleeping arrangements.”

Your eyes open wide and you nod.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot.” You walk into the living room and face everyone.

“Alright, so this is what I was thinking,” you start. “Lucy and Rami, you two can have my bedroom.”

They look at each other and shake their heads fast.

“No, y/n. We can’t take your room.” says Rami.

You hold your hand up.

“No arguing. The bed is big and it’ll suit you better. Just don’t get it… dirty.”

Everyone holds back a snicker as their faces turn red again.

“As for the rest of you, there’s a spare bedroom with a single in it. And I have an attic that’s got a spare mattress in. Don’t worry, there’s heat.”

The three boys all look at each other and shrug.

“I’ll take the attic.” Joe says. You nod.

“Where will you be sleeping?” asks Gwil, genuinely worried.

“Oh, I’m just gonna take the couch. I have a blow up bed in the upstairs closet, so if someone wants to set that up here in the living room and sleep-”

“I will.” says Ben, fast. He looks to you as he stands up straight. Everyone looks at him, noticing his too quick of an answer.

“O-okay.” you say. “Okay, so Gwil, you get the spare bedroom.”

Gwil watches Ben for a moment and squints his eyes. He looks back to you and nods.

“Alright then, that’s settled! I know you all must be exhausted.” you say.

Lucy nods fast and slings her purse around her shoulder.

“I could kill for a shower right now.” she says.

“Yes! There’s a bathroom in my bedroom and the second one is this door right here.” you say, pointing to a door behind you. She smiles and walks up to you to hugs you once more before rushing upstairs. Rami follows behind her as Gwil carries some luggage to his room. Joe sips on his coffee for a moment before walking to you.

“Seriously, thank you so much for this.” he says, hugging you and kissing the top of your head. He grabs his suitcase and walks up stairs in search of the attic door. You look around and you’re left with Ben. He’s leaning against the counter as you stare at your feet. You look up and your eyes lock.

“Um, so,” you go to say.

“Where’s the blow up bed?” he asks.

You close your eyes and shake your head.

“Oh, right! It’s in my closet upstairs. I can go get it-”

“No,” he says standing up straight. “I think I know what a closet looks like.” He turns and walks away from you.

It’s like some kind of switch in him flips. He goes from being genuinely funny, to teasing with you, to just being plain cold. You didn’t understand him at all. He was nice to literally everyone else, but you. You take in a deep breath and turn to walk to the hallway closet. You pull out some blankets and begin making a little bed on the couch. You look up as Ben walks down the stairs, tugging on huge box with him. He sits it down and slides the folded up mattress out. He unfolds it and pulls out the appliances. You watch as he tries hooking everything up and failing. He looks irritated when he finally drops everything and raises his hands.

“This thing is absolutely idiotic!” he yells. You roll your eyes and walk up to him and sink to your knees.

“Here,” you say, putting everything together in a second. He watches you shocked.

“You make it look so easy.” he says, looking at you. You look back and smirk.

“Good thing us short people use our brains.” you say and wink at him. He looks back shocked and slowly laughs.

“Oh, wow.” he says.

You stand up and smile. See? The flip has switched again! You help Ben place sheets and a blanket on the bed. He gently lies down on it and puts his hands behind his head and exhales. You walk to the kitchen and turn the lights off. You sneak to the couch and slip under your covers. You lie in silence for a long while before Ben speaks up.

“Y/n?” he whispers. You turn your head slightly to hear him.

“Ben?”

He clears his throat.

“Whatever happened to Conner?” he asks quietly.

Your heart almost stops when he speaks his name. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my busine-”

“I caught him with my best friend.” you whisper back.

Another silence.

“I’m so sorry.” he says, sadly.

You shrug and turn to stare at the ceiling. Ben turned to stare at you.

“It is what it is.” you say, feeling tears sting your eyes.

“Well, he obviously doesn’t know he has something good, even if it were to slap him in the face.”

You’re shocked by his sweet words and you turn your head quickly to look at him. The glow of the fire illuminates his skin as his eyes lock with yours. You quickly smile and swallow hard.

“Goodnight, Ben.” you whisper, turning your back to him. He watches you for a moment, before turning his to yours.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

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eerythingisshaka · 7 years ago

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Moronic Jealousy

(M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut,

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATHENA!!! 🎉🎉🎂🎂🎁🎈💕💋

I fully intended on posting this on the actual day, had the plot and everything but this week was, whew chile! So after some selfcare, I finally got a story for you @muse-of-mbaku! Happy Birthday and I hope New Orleans treats you well. Continue to be great, break necks, and make moves! This is inspired by a part of A Different World episode between Jaleesa and Walter. Soon as I saw it on Prime Video, I been wanting to use it as fanfic fodder. It’s silly, so I hope you like it!

“So then I was like ‘Put the pussy on the chainwax!’” Michelle cackles out loud as you and Adriene look at each other, telepathically wondering if your friend has gone insane.

“Honey, why would you say that in traffic court? I enjoy the enthusiasm, but it’s misguided.” Adriene states, leaning into her glass of moscato.

“You just don’t get it. (Y/N), you get what I was trying to say, right?” Michelle looks to you.

After several seconds of gulping air to find the words you respond. “To me you just added a charge of animal cruelty on top of not having a working headlight, so I’d put you up for 3 years if it was my word, but Adriene is the jury here.”

Girls night is your favorite night of the week. It’s a tradition that has been hard to keep up with given the busy weekdays you all shared, but in a way that made the final connect all the more sweeter. And what comes with that is your favorite pastime: Drunk Courtroom.

“Man, you ALWAYS take Adri’s side in this.” Michelle pouts, blowing a 3B curl out of her face.

“That’s what the judge does! My jury tells me what to do- I think I need to cut you off of the Barefoot, cuz…” You slide the bottle closer to you on the coffee table.

“No, that ain’t my problem! You really bossy since your engagement to Timbuktu.” Michelle cheeses into her glass.

Your jaw drops, scoffing. “Oh my God, how many times I gotta tell you to stop calling him that! Especially now that he is my future husband, chill with alldat.”

Michelle giggles, pushing you a little. “Can I play a little?? You landed a gold mine, or should I say vibranium mine with him as your catch. See what happens when you put the pussy on the chainwax?”

“Once again. I. Don’t. Understand. That. Phrase.” You clap between each word in frustration. “Besides. He doesn’t work with the vibranium, he handles Jabari wood, which is just as sacred and important.”

“It sure the hell is.” Adriene says out the side of her mouth. “I bet his wood is handled very properly, hence the ring….”

“Stop.”

Michelle chimes in with a seductive tone. “Does he wax his own wood, or do you do it for him?”

“Guys.”

“Is that what he names it? Jabari? ‘Jabari needs some attention…’ or whatever?” Adriene inquires with an M’Baku impression that sounded more like Vincent Price.

“Fuck off y’all, damn!” You get up in embarrassment to get some ice cream from the fridge as Adriene and Michelle balk in laughter. Don’t nobody know how to cut you down from your high horse like your friends.

“Ok, ok. My bad, we just playing with you!” Michelle calls out.

Adriene cosigns. “Can you blame us? Mr. Perfect out here wining and dining you, leading a whole damn tribe and slaps a rock like that on your finger? Don’t pay attention to us.”

Sitting back on the couch you lick your spoon instead of your wounds; the vanilla, brownie, caramel combo soothing you as you hold out your left hand.

Two weeks ago, M’Baku took you on a gondola ride that set the mood for romance just right. You weren’t expecting anything to come from it but some snuggles with your love but when the boat looped back to dock, rose petals covered the path a nearby fountain, fanciful luminarias shaped in a heart on the ground marked the spot where he led you. One of his cousins was there to shoot the moment as M’Baku got down on one knee and spoke his sweet words to you. You couldn’t pay attention to their context because you were sobbing so much but knowing him they were profound and loving. When you said yes he couldn’t stop hooting in the dead of night, hugging you tightly, kisses unabating. He hasn’t stopped holding your hand since because ‘the ring is so heavy.’

“Yeah, well I still can’t stand y’all heffas.” You grumble, rocking into them side to side.

“I wanna play a new game. Adri, pick something, child.” Michelle directs, pouring her glass to the brim again.

“I’m three years older than you, but go off I guess.” Adriene mutters under her breath, pulling her braids back in thought. “How about...Telephone!”

You scoff at her suggestion. “You need at least 10 people for that game to be effective. Pick something else.”

“What’re you talking about? All you need is some phone numbers and gumption to cold call people.” Adriene says with lip smack, pulling out her phone.

Michelle groans. “Girl, you talkin bout crank calling people, not telephone. Telephone is the whisper challenge for people with a lot of friends basically.”

“Ohhh, you right! Ok, so crank calls. Let’s make em!” Adriene picks up a handful of hot cheetos, munching excitedly. “And Michelle should go first since she so smart or whatever!”

Michelle screws her face up. “No! If I apparently lost Courtroom, I’m sitting out first round. (Y/N), start things off.”

“I don’t feel like it.” You whine, not entirely joking. The moscato and late hour of the night made for a deadly combo.

“Pleeeease. One round! Ooh, to make it interesting, how about calling Tim?” Michelle asks sneakily.

“His name is M’Baku!” You exclaim.

“That’s neither here nor there. I wanna see this! Wake his ass up!” Adriene says, bouncing in her seat.

You lay the ice cream down, picking up your phone regretfully. “What do I even say?”

That’s all Michelle had to here. “Ok, so check it. You call him and change your voice a little to make it seem like you’re someone else and just catch his reaction.”

“Pretend he got child support payments due!” Adriene offers.

“You always gotta be extra, Adriene! But he’ll know it’s me. This ain’t the 90s no more and he has my number after all.”

Michelle brushes your doubt away. “Just *67 him! It still works today, trust me…” her voice trails off as she sips from her glass shaking her head in an apparent flashback.

“O....k. I’ll try it, but soon as he knows its me, I’m cutting it. I don’t wanna stress my baby.” You say, lowkey getting excited by the approaching tease. Adriene cuts the music they were playing as you dial in silence.

The phone rings on speaker phones ominously as you wait for M’Baku to pick up, fully expecting him to say your name and catching you instantly.

“Hello?” He says sleepily.

You pause, words leaving your brain as Adriene and Michelle mime things to say.

“Uh, bueno, I’m so sorry for the late call.” You say, lowkey butchering a Spanish accent as you hang your head in shame, certain you are caught already.

You hear rustling on M’Baku’s end as he moves. “Well, may I ask who is this?”

You hated this already but push your way through the conversation. “This is...Daniella? Um, lo siento. Pero, a friend of mine gave me your number to call so I could introduce myself.”

“What friend?” He asks curtly.

You look to your girls for help on this one as they mouth names.

“Uhhh, Terrance? Michelle’s brother.” You say hesitantly. They had only met a couple times at group events, so they were hardly friends but it is the best you have to make a connection.

“Ohhh, Terrance, yes, we are wonderful friends. Known him for years.” M’Baku says perking up. You make a face at the phone as he lies so effortlessly. “So can I help you with something, Ms. Daniella?”

“Well, you may not know me but I have seen you at the gym a few times, y I was muy impressed by su cuerpo y musculos….sorry! I meant your body and muscles, I’m always slipping that way.” You say playfully to keep up your Spanish identity.

“No, it is alright. I speak Spanish fluently so si quieres, podemos hacerlo-”

“No! No, but thank you!” You clutch your chest as your heart pounds nervously. No way in hell your high school Spanish could keep up with his. “But, maybe we could meet in person and study our native tongues together.” You throw that in for good measure. Michelle almost howls out at your brazenness.

M’Baku chortles out loud, and you know you are caught. Shaking your head as he laughs at you, you almost start to reveal the prank and ask him to knock it off.

“I have never been so enchanted by a woman I have yet to meet. You have piqued my interest, Daniella, I cannot lie.”

“Really? Oh, you are making me nervous now. I thought for sure you would have someone already keeping your attention. You are just so handsome.” You waited on edge for his response. This is when you will surprise him that the woman he is about to talk about in his life is the one pranking him.

“Nooo, I try to keep my personal life as stress free as possible. And I am very relaxed right now, so I would love to meet you sometime.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as his baritone shines through, and you are disgusted. That voice that made you quiver is intentionally being used for another woman, imaginary or not. You couldn’t look at your friends for fear of breaking down.

“Wonderful! How about tomorrow night, 8pm? Since you are free…” You try your best to keep up the art of seduction but it is waning fast.

“Perfect. We can meet at this nice restaurant by the Lake Kenoba. It’s beautiful at that time of evening.”

“Perfect! See you then.”

Hanging up the phone, you look to Michelle and Adriene who are staring back at you, mouths agape.

“That didn’t go as planned.” You say, tossing your phone aside on the couch cushions.

“Why the hell did you pretend to be a date for him? I can’t believe he’s playing us...I mean you!!” Adriene exclaims.

Michelle pats your back. “Now now, don’t get so up in arms. I bet you five he is pranking you back. No way in hell he actually fell for that. Your Russian accent was so far left field, I couldn’t-”

“It was Spanish!” You say defensively. Michelle just makes a face, looking to Adriene for help.

“Ok, well, honestly I agree with Michelle on this. He is a smart man, and loves you to death up until now. No way this is a sign of anything else. Right?”

You sit back on the couch looking to the ceiling to search your thoughts for anything that may have lead to a sign of this coming. “Guys, I don’t meant to kick y’all out but I need to be alone.”

They both try to convince you to not think too much into the whole conversation, but that was impossible. Soon as they left, you were pacing the floor, channeling Angela Bassett circa Waiting to Exhale. If the band on your ring wasn’t vibranium, you would burn it with his clothes. Instead, you come to a moment of clarity. Maybe they are right and he isn’t a low down, dirty dick ass cheater. Maybe.

You pick your phone up and text him a ‘Hey babe!’ with a kissy face. His response is quick, giving you an equally affectionate hello text.

You text him asking for some time to see him tomorrow night at 8pm. Same time as Maria, or Lisbeth, or whatever name you gave yourself. You see the bubbles pop up and disappear several times on screen, driving you insane. Now he takes his time to reply?!

He says he cannot make it, meeting with family that day. You offer to come with, but he says it is private. Too private for your future WIFE to be apart of??

You end the conversation, not bothering to respond. Your phone dings again but you don’t bother checking it out. As you make your way to bed, you look up on Amazon for gasoline cans and bleach with one day shipping guarantees.

The next day, you are in a hazy cloud of dread. Your concentration at work is gone, you barely could eat lunch, and Michelle and Adriene keep blowing up your phone asking for updates, which there were none. Your fears had already been confirmed so what more was there to talk about?

That’s when your brain hatches up a plan. You were gonna catch him in the act, no doubt about it. When you got off work, you went to your place to gather an overnight bag and head over to his. He won’t even feel like going out when you were through ‘being his peace’.

Pulling up, you knock on his door at 6:30pm. M’Baku opens the door, shirtless in his joggers.

“(Y/N), what are you-”

“I figured after you are through with your family, we could hang out!” You say hurriedly, walking briskly past him as he stares at you in confusion while you toss your bag aside.

M’Baku walks over to you, arms crossed. His pics substantiated by his stance and bold tattoos across them. “Did you text me before getting here?”

You swiftly turn to him, taking off your jacket and shoes. “No, not at all. Should I have? Am I interrupting something?”

M’Baku furrows his brow looking from your bag to you. “Like I said, I made plans with family at 8, so I am in the process of getting ready.”

You blink a couple times, holding your chest. “Oh, oh! Don’t let me stop you, Timbuktu! You do all you need and keep it moving, I’ll be upstairs chilling.” You pick up your bag and head up.

“Tim- Have you seen Michelle today? Why are you calling me that? And what is in the bag love?” M’Baku calls after you.

You don’t answer as you head to his bedroom and get undressed, grabbing a shirt of his out of the dresser to put on as a night gown.

“You got a lotta questions for me, but I ain’t asked you a damn thing. SO don’t worry about me, just go on your little date...with your family. I’ll do your laundry while you’re gone, how’s that?” You give him a tight smile as you crawl up in bed, turning on the TV on almost full blast.

M’Baku’s belly jiggles as he chuckles to himself with his hands on his hips before going to check your bag.

“Get outta my stuff!” You exclaim, getting up to pull his hand away from inside.

This is an obvious trap as M’Baku swiftly wraps you up in his arms, staring you down with a cold, calculative expression. “Where’s the gas can you ordered? Bleach?”

You shrank in his grasp as you wiggled to make him put you down. Damn that shared Amazon account.

You stand up to him defiantly. “Where’s Daniella, hm? She meeting you at that restaurant, right?”

M’Baku’s expressions cracked into a smirk. You wanted to rip those full lips off of his face. “It’s about time you brought it up.”

You exhale sharply. “Why? Because I should’ve always known? I should’ve suspected it a long time ago that you been two timing me?” You are shrill as you crawl into his bed in the fetal position.

M’Baku groans as he sit on the edge of the bed in front of you. “Come on, my adored one. Is that what you think of me?”

You shake your head, long faced. “Of course not, until she called you.”

“But it was you! You called me!”

“You didn’t know that!”

M’Baku laughs out loud, slapping his knee. You push on his broad back with your feet to try and get him off the bed to no avail. “Aye, you think I believed that wasn’t you but a random woman who attends my gym, that I haven’t even noticed has any female participants at the early hour I go. And is also friends with a sibling of your friend who I have only seen less than a handful of times?”

“Then why did you lie and say you knew him for years?”

“I was trying to break you out of character! But you fell into it, so I kept going along to pull the wool over your eyes instead. Plus, your Japanese accent was borderline offensive.” M’Baku says softly, bringing his hand to your cheek, brushing it with his thumb.

“IT WAS SPANISH! Why would I SPEAK Spanish while sounding Japanese.”

M’Baku’s body shakes a little as his face strains to hold back his childish laughter.

“You are diabolical.” You mutter, attempting to nip at his fingertips.

M’Baku gave you a gap toothed smile big enough to make the earth quake. “Don’t blame me, your friends have gotten you into trouble with me plenty of times before but we make up, always.”

You huff as you turn to the TV to remain bothered. “I’m not ready to make up.”

M’Baku lays his head back on your belly, talking to the ceiling. “What if I told you I made reservations at the aforementioned restaurant and I had planned to come by and pick you up to expose your plan. Hm?”

Your heart falls at this revelation. You would’ve loved to have seen that happen, and that restaurant had bread and butter you would kill to consume right now, and pack extras in your purse. But jumping to conclusions ruined that as it is your Olympic sport, gold medal winner.

“M’Baku, I’ll give it to you that I shouldn’t have thought that you would two time me, especially without talking to you first. But I still don’t like that you tricked me. You drug it out on me too long.”

M’Baku rolls over, his head traveling up your arm to your neck, kissing behind your ear and humming. The vibrations of his voice tickled you along with his breath but you ignore the dopamine flowing through you, lying perfectly still and unphased.

M’Baku picks his head up, tutting at you as he gets off the bed to head for the restroom. Next sound you hear is the shower coming on. You hope he doesn’t think you’re joking about not wanting to go out now because you were firmly in that frame of mind.

His 1000 count sheets caressed your skin nicely as you snuggled under his down comforter. That coupled with the pitter patter of the shower left you fighting your eyelids to watch the TV screen and losing.

You were awakened by the shift of weight on the bed, M’Baku wrapping his arm around your midsection to pull up behind you, breathing in the coconut and shea scent of your hair before resting his hand fully encompassing one of your breasts.

Instinctively, you hold his arm tightly. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Eh, I know.” His lips graze your ear lobe, making you flinch.

“And I don’t wanna go to dinner with you.”

“The reservation time passed. You slept through it.”

“Did you go eat without me?” You ask.

M’Baku’s hand moves to travel up your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere when you’re laying in my bed.”

You start to feel warm all over, a familiar sensation begs you to give in. “Whatever man.”

M’Baku’s groan rumbles through his body as he reaches under your nightgown/his shirt, grazing your fupa, playing in your tuft of hair between your legs. “I don’t want to bed you while you’re angry…”

Your hand clutches his forearm desperately as your legs part slightly involuntarily. “You think I’m that easy?”

M’Baku’s plush lips falls on your neck softly. “No. That’s why you are perfect for me. I never worked so hard in my life to get what I want.”

His wide hand pushes your legs apart farther as they plunge between your thighs, palming your pussy. His fingers finding your wetness with ease.

You gasp, hips bucking for friction against his hand. “I think I need a little more convincing…”

“At your service.” M’Baku crawls under the covers. You giggle as you lie on your back watching his frame under the blanket make mountains to get to your lower portion. Feeling yourself spread underneath the covers without him in sight is exhilarating for you. You feel his breath on you as he exhales with built up lust. When his tongue spreads across your lips your back concaves in aching relief. M’Baku’s tongue goes into a rhythm between your inner labia, flicking your clit every so often. The pulsations of his pace threaten your sanity as you try to sit up, crawling backwards slightly, but M’Baku’s arms wrap around your hips to keep you in place.

He seems to punish you for you resistance, focusing now solely on your clit, sending you into a tizzy. Sounds like a Campbell’s chicken noodle soup commercial under the covers with all the slurping and lip smacking he shamelessly devotes to taste every drop of you. You’re blubbering his name, peppering encouragements with begs for mercy as you feel your orgasm wash over your body. All of the stimulation happening underneath the blanket elevated your pleasure sensors as you couldn’t see the source. You had to see him or you would for sure lose your mind. Pulling the blanket back, you see his cheeks hollowing out, maintaining pressure on your clit, eyes deviously trained on yours as he penetrated you with a couple of his fingers.

This is much worse for you now, but at least you can take it out on him instead of the blanket.

“God, I’m cumming on your face right fucking now, Baku.” You squeal, fingers gripping his hair as your hip flexors strain to hold back from crushing his skull .

He turns you lose of his mouth finally, crawling up to you to tongue your down, tasting yourself along with him.

“It seems our native tongues were pretty well together.” M’Baku growls, pulling you down by your legs and he pulls his joggers off, dick unfurling full and ready. “Have I convinced you yet?”

You claw above your head for something, anything to hold onto. “You’re getting there. It’s just, my gut is telling me something else.”

“I can fix that…” M’Baku licks his lips, reaching to take your shirt off over your head, squeezing you titties like fresh picked fruit. You both groan from the touch, his eyes entranced by your nipples as they draw him in, working his neck to lap his tongue around your areola until its peak is reached.

You lick your lips, biting them as reach down between the two of you for his dick, stroking it slowly. You feel him expand in your hand as his moans concentrate on your nipple as he continues to suck, vibrating against your sensitivity.

He comes off of your breast with a pop, smiling devilishly. “What are you doing? I’m supposed to be pleasing you tonight, my love.”

“This pleases me, Baku. This does.” You whisper as you continue to ready him.

M’Baku smiles into your mouth, kissing you as you wrap your arms around his neck, laying back as you wrap your legs around him, walls contracting excitedly awaiting his entry.

M’Baku maintains eye contact as you feel his tip pressing into you before the sensation of stretching you makes you break; closing your eyes and mouth falling wide as his girth slowly navigates your canal.

M’Baku mirrors you as your tightness affects him as well, wrapping his hand around your neck lightly before tonguing your tonsils out hungrily. His hips activate against yours moving in shallow motions to prepare you before taking his strokes longer and longer until his entire length massages your insides beautifully.

“Fuck, you feel good.” M’Baku groans as he punches the headboard once for good measure, laying his body flush with your, kissing your neck and clavicle as his strokes picked up pace.

You gasp as if you’re drowning, clutching onto his arm, kissing his tattoo band gratefully. “Ohh, my gut is telling me something much different now.”

“What’s it telling you?” M’Baku grunts in your ear.

“It’s telling me to marry the man attached to this dick.” You say before your voice hitches from the wave of pleasure flooding over you, seizing your body up. The sweet cacophony of his skin slapping against yours signals M’Baku’s enjoyment of you in this moment, trapped between your legs as stare into each other’s eyes threateningly. He pulls out of you, rolling you over to give your ass a slap.

“You need to be on your knees then.” M’Baku commands.

You try your best to do as you are told, aftershocks between your legs threaten their stability as you get into position, rubbing yourself lightly as you lie in wait. Your head is against the mattress as you watch him stroke himself as he plants his hand on your lower back, kissing your cheeks audibly, smacking them both after.

“I don’t think I have convinced you properly of my devotion, love.” M’Baku says, rubbing the tip of his dick between your swollen labia.

You inhale sharply. “I’m past that, don’t worry about that baby. Just please-”

“Don’t interrupt me. You talk a lot but not when it counts. I want to hear you when I am inside you.”

You push yourself towards him, trying to geolocate the dick. “Ok, I will, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” M’Baku says, spreading your knees father apart before sliding back into you, causing you to illicit a guttural moan.

“You fill me up so good, Baku.” You inhale sharply as he works himself inside you roughly. He bounces his hips against your cheeks with slow deliberate strokes. Bam, bam, bam! The force pulls you back on his dick with each thrust, eventually leading you to bounce against him on your own.

“Ah, that’s better. Come to me like you came over here to tell me off.” M’Baku says, rubbing your ass.

Biting your lip, you pick up your bounce, arching. “I don’t play when it comes to this dick, Baku. Don’t make me wreck you.”

M’Baku smacks one cheek enthusiastically, the sting somehow sweetens your pleasure. “Show me.”

You give it your all, smacking your ass against his hips, tightening around him as you wind around his length expertly. Although you had him right where you wanted him, moaning and cursing you, you get high off of your own supply. The pressure building within you begins to release and you lose your form, holding your breath as you came.

M’Baku would not have that. He leans over you, holding your head up by your hair. “I want to hear you…”

He takes over, pounding into you while reaches between you to stimulate your bud. You squeak, gripping the sheets as he commands you to breathe. You swear this is impossible as he won’t stop digging you out and stressing your scalp with his grasp. Then you aren’t sure if this orgasm was really long or another one came quickly but as you opened your throat, you let out an animalistic screech that scared the shit outta you but rocked M’Baku’s world. He practically pounds you through the mattress to the floor as you both collapse, humping you into submission as he gets his last few strokes in you. He warms your belly from inside with his release.

M’Baku gets off of you so you can breathe, kissing down your back and examining the mess you all made inside of you. You jerk feeling him touch you, wiping the remnants down before slowly rolling off to the side of you. He takes your hand kissing your ring again before looking at you lovingly.

You lay there, twitching every few seconds as you come down.

“Are you cold?” M’Baku asks, getting up slowly to grab the previously discard blanket.

“No, of course not. I’m just recuperating.” You say between the natural jerks of your muscles, your heart still pounding between your legs.

“Any chance of Daniella coming back? Her accent wasn’t so bad now that I think about it.” He says, kissing your hand again.

You pick it up, laying it across his face for what was supposed to be a slap. “Shut up, I’m still frickin embarrassed by that. You owe me dinner though.”

M’Baku smiles, rolling on his side towards you. “I do. I shouldn’t be the only one eating tonight. Plus, I can’t risk you incinerating my things.”

You lay there in silence, closing your eyes.

“Were you...really going to do that?”

You start to snore.

“(Y/N), honestly.”

#m'baku x reader #shakafic #fanfic #muse bday #m'baku fanfic

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what i read in march

several antigones & some other stuff

call me zebra, azareen van der vliet oloomi

oh boy. i really wanted to like this one, but uh. nah. so this book is about zebra, a young iranian-american from a lineage of ‘autodidacts, anarchists and atheists’, still traumatised by her childhood experience as a refugee (incl. her mother’s death on route). when her father dies years later, zebra decides to retrace the route of her exile thru barcelona, turkey, and back to iran. this sounds great! the beginning is good! but zebra is a quixotic figure (don quixote is unsubtly flagged as THE intertext several times), delusional about her own importance, obsessed with some kind of great literary mission and obnoxious & condescending & egotistic as all fuck (she looks down on students but treats her realisation that like, intertextuality is a thing, as this grand revelation when like..... we been knew since Lit. Theory 101) - and this is intentional & part of the quixotic thing & in general i approve of abrasive & bristly & difficult female characters BUT i expected there to be a gradual process of realisation where she sees that a) maybe her entirely male lineage of geniuses ain’t all that, c) her mission is uh.... incomprehensible. instead, once she reaches spain, she gets bogged down in endless pretentious bullshit and a #toxic relationship that takes up way too much space. knowing that all of that is likely intentional doesn’t.... make it good. also the writing is pretty overwrought for the most part & not even your narrator’s voice being Like That excuses plain bad writing, like the absurd overuse of ‘intone’ and ‘pose’ as dialogue tags. i see the potential and i see the point & i liked some of it but uh. not good. 2/5, regretfully, generously

in the distance, hernan diaz

i don’t really go for westerns or man vs wilderness stories but damn i’m impressed. despite the violence & deprivation and sheer amount of gross shit, this story of a swedish immigrant getting lost in the american west for decades remains at its core so human, so tender, so sad (honestly this book is SO SAD, yet sometimes oddly hopeful), so evocative of isolation, loneliness, and the desire for human connection. 4/5

notes on a thesis, tiphaine rivière (tr. from french)

god, if i ever considered doing a phd i sure don’t anymore. this is a short graphic novel about a young woman’s descent into academic hell while writing her dissertation about labyrinths in kafka. it’s funny, the art is expressive and fanciful, and it is incredibly relateable if you’ve ever tried to actually write your brilliant, glorious, intricately constructed argument down, battled uni administration or had a panic attack over how to phrase a harmless email to a prof. Academia: Not Even Once. 3.5/5

red mars, kim stanley robinson

this is a very long hard sci-fi novel about mars colonisation & terraforming, discussing the ethics of terraforming, the potentials of a truly ‘martian’ culture, and how capitalism will inevitably fuck everything up, including outer space. all of this is up my alley and i did really like the first half (early colonisation efforts), but the 2nd half (beginning of terraforming, lots of politicking) was a slog - i liked reading about how terraforming was going, but the rest was just bloated, scattered and confusing. also there’s a tedious love triangle the whole time. 2/5

dragon keeper (rain wild chronicles #1), robin hobb

i love robin hobb she really can write a whole 500+ page book of set-up, characterisation and politicking and make it WORK. anyway, this has disabled dragons, a quest for mystical city, lots of rain wilds weirdness, a dragon scholar in an unhappy marriage, liveships, a sweet dummy romance, and uh... a lil penpalship between two messenger bird keepers? not much happens but it’s so NICE & so much is going to happen. also althea & brashen & malta turned up & i screamed. 3.5/5

season of migration to the north, tayeb salih (tr. from arabic)

this is a seminal work of post-colonial arabic literature, a haunting tale of the impact of colonialisation, especially of cultural hegemony in the education system, the disturbing dynamics of orientalism and sex, and village life in a modernising post-colonial sudan. it’s important, it’s well-written, it’ll make you think, but fair warning, there is a lot of violence against women - it has a point but still uh... wow. 3.5/5

dune, frank herbert

SOMETIMES.... BOOKS THAT ARE CONSIDERED MASTERWORKS OF THEIR GENRE.... ARE WORSE. so much worse. the writing in this is atrocious (”his voice was charged with unspeakable adjectives”), herbert somehow manages to make court intrigue and plotting UNBELIEVABLY DULL and sure, it was the 60s, but i’m p sure people knew imperialism was bad in the 60s! the main character, the eugenically-engineered chosen one or whatever, literally spends years among the oppressed & resisting natives of a planet ruled by a space!empire and at the end he’s like ‘i own this planet bc imperialism is Good Actually’. emotionally neglecting/abusing your wife, who you (!!!) decided (!!!) to marry for political reasons bc you’d rather marry your gf is also Good Actually (cosigned by the protag’s mother....) the worldbuilding is influential for the genre, sure w/e, but mainly notable for there just.... being a lot of it, the whole mythology-science makes No Goddamn Sense, all around this is just Bad. Bad. 0.5/5 i hope the Really Big Worms eat everyone

dragon haven (rain wild chronicles #2), robin hobb

this healed my soul after toxic exposure to dune. anyway w/o spoilers: everyone is very much In Their Feelings (including me) and there’s a lot of Romance and Internal Conflict and Feelings Drama and Complicated Relationships and Group Dynamics and also dragons, which are really like very big, very haughty cats who can speak, and a flood and a living river barge with a mind of his own (love u tarman!). it’s still slow and languid but so so good. also: several people in this have to be told that People Are Gay, Steven, including Sedric, who is himself Gay People. 4/5

an unkindness of ghosts, solomon rivers

super interesting scifi story set on a generation ship with a radically stratified society in which the predominantly black lowerdeckers are oppressed and exploited by the predominantly white upperdeckers, mixed in with a lot of Gender Stuff (the lowerdeckers seem to have a much less stable and binary gender system than the upperdeckers) and neuroatypicality. it’s conceptually rich and full of potential, but just doesn’t quite stick the landing when it comes to the plot. 3/5

sanatorium under the sign of the hourglass, bruno schulz (tr. from polish)

more dreamy surreal short stories (ish?). i didn’t like this collection quite as much as the amazing street of crocodiles, but they are still really good, even tho you never quite know what is going on. featuring flights of birds, people turning into insects, thoughts about seasons and time, fireman pupae stuck in the chimney, and the continuing weird fixation on adela the maid. 3.5/5

angela merkel ist hitlers tocher, christian alt & christian schiffer

a fun & accessible guide to conspiracy theories, focusing on the current situation in germany and the current boom in conspiracy theories, but also including some historical notes. i wish it had been a bit less fun & flippant and more in-depth and detailed bc it really is quite shallow at points, but oh well. also yes the title does indeed translate to ‘angela merkel is hitler’s daughter’ so. yes. 2.5/5

the midwich cuckoos, john wyndham

fun lil scifi story in which almost all women in sleepy village midwich are suddenly pregnant, all at the same time. the resulting children, predictably, are strange, creepy, and possibly a threat to humanity. i get that it was written in the 50s but it is strange to read a book where almost all women, and only women, are affected by A Thing, but all the main characters are men & no one tells the women ‘hey we think it’s xenogenesis’ - like realistically 80% of women affected went to the Neighbourhood Lady Who Takes Care of These Things like ‘hello, one (1) abortion please’ and the plot just ended there. i still liked it tho! 3/5

antigone project

antigone, the original bitch, by sophocles (tr. by fagles)

god antigone really is That Bitch. that’s all i have to say. 4.5/5

antigone, That Bitch but in french, jean anouilh

the Nazi-occupied france antigone. loved the meta commentary on what tragedy is and how antigone has to step into the Role of Antigone, which will kill her “but there’s nothing she can do. her name is antigone and she will have to play her part through to the end”. i didn’t really like (esp. given the ~historical context) the choice to make creon much more sympathetic, trying to save antigone’s life from the beginning. hmm. 3.5/5

antigonick, anne carson

look, antigone really is That Bitch and you know what? so is anne carson. best thing i’ve read so far this year, don’t ask me about it or i’ll yell the task of the translator of antigone at you. 5/5

home fire, kamila shamsie

honestly i really wanted to like this bc politically it’s on point and an anti-islamophobia antigone sounds amazing, but it just doesn’t succeed as a book/adaption. it spends way too much time in build-up/backstory (the play’s plot only starts in the second half of the book!), waaayyy to much time on the weirdly fetishistic antigone/haimon romance, and even the most interesting characters (ismene & creon) don’t fully work out. sad. 2/5

currently reading: the magic mountain by thomas mann, but i should be done in a week or so! also: the paper menagerie by ken liu, a collection of sff short stories

#the books i read #long post

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