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generallysapphic · 1 year

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i can take care of you +18 (shuri x reader)

it’s been an intense couple of weeks for the queen, and you’re noticing the stress of it all eat away at her. from failed project to injury during a mission, you decide to make it your goal to help her relax in the best ways possible.

y’all YALL,,, i absolutely love when y’all send me such specific requests so keep it up! and i wanna thank @maybachinparis for sending this request in because it has my mind REELINGGG, so thank you my love! (also ; queen ramonda isn’t dead in this story she’s just retired, but t’challa is.) part two here!

y’all this is a long one, lots of fluff and talking before we get to the down and dirty, and beware some angst!! reader is originally from wakanda and the daughter of a trusted farming family that many people know, so you have some history. she’s shorter than shuri and

warnings ; praise kink, overstim, crying, squirting, multiple orgasms, soft dom! shuri, sweet sub! reader, married love making, name calling, strap on sex, frustrated shuri (she doesn’t take it out on you), small injury and medical assistance, bath sex, talk of death and the afterlife

song inspo: SHEA BUTTER BABY by Ari Lennox and Would You Mind? by Janet Jackson

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enjoy loves <3

you walk back and forth, practically pacing, from outside the long doors in front of the lab, your mind reeling. you couldn’t even believe it— the queen, the black panther, your wife injured on a mission. your hands were shaking, how could this even happen? shuri had looked so pained when she came through the front room doors, limping, and immediately asking the dora milaje to hold you back, as shuri knew better than anyone how quick you were to react.

and hold you back they did— you already fighting them with all the strength you had and yelling that you’re the queen too and you deserved to see your wife, to tend to her before anyone else, but they were stronger than you in most ways. aneka looks at you with her deep eyes, “please, your highness, calm down, she’ll be fine,”

and you fight back, “i should be there with her! let me through—!” and you try to barricade through them once more before they tackle you again, and you struggle against them. after a while you had calmed down and most of the dora milaje retreated to the lab to help shuri but even now in front of the lab doors stood two dora, their spears ready to attack.

your head was hurting as you paced back and forth waiting for something — anything — to know she was was okay. shuri was having such an intense last couple of weeks, this truly being the first time she was both queen and black panther and it’s taken a toll on her, you could tell. deep circles were around her eyes and most nights you’d go to bed alone, her coming in around 3 am just to wake up bright and early at 7 and barely sleep. you had your own diplomatics to deal with too, making sure all the affairs were in order before she left and it took so long, you spent most of the day in your office and the throne room before you got off at 6, always missing shuri and she always missing you.

when you two were together it was always brief. small moments in the garden on your lunch or stolen kisses right before she departed wakanda only to return nearly 14 hours later. then the people of wakanda looked to you as well— while shuri was gone you were entirely in charge. walking the kingdom and taking care of small disputes best you could, but still, it was a lot for you both.

you’re whispering prayers to Bast, just hoping nothing is fatal or too deep that she’s injured forever, and suddenly the large white doors open, and it’s aneka smiling at you, and you let out a sigh of relief and practically run past her.

doctors, many of the elder tribe leaders, and even m’baku are still surrounding shuri when you come in but they make way for you as you nearly tackle her on the lab bed she’s on. a couple of “careful!”’s are said but you can only hear shuri’s laugh, and a small groan in pain as you hug her tightly, the tears you had outside already spilling over.

you pull back and grab her face, “please, please, please don’t scare me like that ever again, shuri. i thought— i thought—” and you could barely get it out, the words ‘i thought i lost you’ staying behind in your throat but shuri looks at you with a deep, fond gaze that says “i know you did, but you won’t and never will,” you smile slightly, stroking her face in your hands and kissing her all over and she laughs, holding your waist and drawing you close.

“i think,” m’baku’s deep voice breaks you two up, “the black panther needs to rest with her wife, hmm? even with all your nano tech and whatnot, an injury like that, you need a couple of days,” and elders murmur in agreement and you nod along. shuri speaks up though, “the mission. i have failed them if i don’t go back,” she says and you look at her again, she sounded so finite about, your eyebrows furrow.

“no, you have not, my queen,” says the leader of the river tribe, “we can handle it from here, call nakia up to keep the trail hot,” shuri frowns, “nakia has to care for someone, she won’t be able to go. i am fine, let me—”

your voice cuts hers, “shuri. no.” she stills, much does everyone because they can tell it’s not a suggestion. “you are injured. you can barely walk, and i have never seen you like that before. and when one queen is inept to make the decisions the other steps in,” shuri gapes at you, mouth ready to retort, before you add, “i support the notion of giving the black panther a week of rest, nothing less. should she step foot in this lab or reach for her necklace, the dora milaje will do their best to stop her,”

the elders look around, murmuring, before m’baku speaks first, “i mean, cmon, it’s her wife.” he laughs a bit before adding, “you have the jibari tribe behind you in this notion. i also submit my services to stopping the black panther at all costs,” he chuckles a bit and you whisper an “ey,” and cut your eyes at him.

you hear shuri smack her lips once the other elders agree to your request and you nod, “it’s settled. m’baku, handle the most recent hostage situation best as possible. take ayo with you and listen to everything she says,” you hear m’baku grumble as ayo tries to hide her laugh.

“i need the rest of you to watch our boarders and city waters. many families have had irrigation problems because of the dry season, causing wild life to attack their farms so keep an eye out, and bring water to those in need,” the leaders nod out, “yes my queen,” to you and walk off before you sigh and lift shuri’s head up,

“and you,” you say sweetly and shuri blinks up at you with tired eyes, but still looks at you as if you hung the moon yourself, “yes, my love?”

“you,” and you kiss her on every word, “are going to relax and get some rest,” you say and sit next to her again and she sighs, eyes closing slightly. you know what she’s going to say, you see it in her face.

“i.. i miss him,” she whispers when you two are finally alone and you rub her hands in yours, kissing her knuckles, “i know, sthandwa, i know,” you bite your lip, not wanting to say what you do, but you decide to anyway,

“you could talk to him, yknow.” shuri sighs and shakes her head, “last time… he wasn’t — he wasn’t there. he doesn’t want to speak to me,” she whispers the last part and you retort completely, grabbing her face and making her look at you, “shuri, no, no. don’t you ever say that. t’challa — he loved you so, so much, of course he’d want to speak to you, he’d be more than happy to see his sister.”

her eyes are threatening to spill over and you rub your thumbs against her cheeks and sigh, “my love, you are so strong. but asking for help, wanting some, is not the weakness you take it to be. you know that, i know you do.” you whisper and kiss her forehead and she hold your hands in yours, taking deep breaths to calm down.

you look back into her eyes and she’s smiling slightly, you know she’s still sad but you can tell her body is fighting exhaustion and not allowing her to feel her emotions completely. you step down from the bed and extend your hand, “cmon. i’ll run you a bath, get you cleaned up, yeah?” and shuri nods, and you help her get down, holding her waistline and she holds on to your shoulders, leaning on you for support.

aneka is at the lab entrance, waiting to assist in anyway, and you tell her, “let m’baku know the queens’ kimiyo beads will be off for the rest of the evening. emergencies only,” and she nods, as you and shuri walk to your bedroom.

the bath will do shuri some good, you decide, touching the water and adding some bath salts to help her skin relax. she’s in the master bedroom, taking off the underarmour she wears under her black panther suit and even though you are married, sneaking a hidden look at your naked wife has you blushing and turning away.

most of her injuries are dressed and nearly healed once shuri steps in the bathroom, still limping some and her hair out from its original cornrows. she sighs and comes up behind you, swaying you slightly and you lean against her, you both watching the bath fill up with bubbles and water.

“what did i do to deserve you,” shuri sighs into your neck and you chuckle slightly, “i should be the one to say that. i went from farmer to queen in nearly two years, im still wrapping my head around it.” she kisses your neck and rubs your arms, “i saw you and thought you deserved it,” she murmurs and you giggle, pushing her off you, “nope, no, go get in your bath, no sex for you, go,”

she huffs slightly, taking off her robe and stepping in before wincing, “you’re trying to burn me more, ikumkani wam? this is scolding,” shuri complains and you roll your eyes and help her sit down, “the hot water will relax your muscles, now come sit, let me wash your hair,” and she huffs again, but listens.

you two hadn’t had a moment like this in so long, you realize, squeezing some shampoo on your hands and you tell her, “we haven’t done anything like this in a while, huh? it’s nice,” your murmured and get a soft response in return, and you laugh, right. shuri always went to sleep when you washed her hair, your hands working diligently, your nails scraping against her scalp and she leans back into your knees.

you can see her eyes closing, and you smile sadly at just how much you see she needed this, her entire body looks like it’s recharging in the bath, and her breathing slow and deep. you whisper, “lean back, entle, let me rinse your hair,” and shuri is completely complacent, murmuring and moving slowly, as you tilt her head back and run warm water down her scalp.

shuri’s definitely asleep by the time your putting in her conditioner and giving her some two strand twists, her entire head sloped against your knee. you find a head wrap in the nearby drawers and kiss her cheek once your done to wake her up and she mumbles. you whisper, “cmon let me wash you, love,” and she’s blinking awake as you climb into the bath and grab a rag and rub all over her.

shuri looks at you fondly, watching you avoid her open wounds and wash softly over the wrapped ones, even whispering a small apology when she winces slightly, all the way until your rinsing her off and wrapping a bathrobe against her and climbing out first to help her get out after you. you unplug the drain and grab some lotions and gauze to rebandage her wounds once in the bedroom.

you sit her down, handing her the cocoa butter and cream as you work your way up her wounds starting with her legs. you start, “what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” you whisper and look up and shuri is staring back at you with such deep love and appreciation, that it makes you blush. you two have been together for more than three years now and she can still look at you as intensely as she did that first night you met her.

“shuri,” you whisper and she blinks, snapping out of her trance, “yes? i’m sorry whatd you say?” shuri says honestly and you giggle, wrapping one more gauze before sitting next to her and smiling, “what do you want me to make for breakfast tomorrow my love? we’ve got a week and i want to spend it doing all the things we’ve missed,” you say a little sadly and shuri laughs to herself, “why worry about tomorrow, we’ve got plenty we can do right now,” and her hand slides up your thigh and you roll your eyes, slapping her hand slightly. you know it doesn’t hurt her, but she still winces like it does.

“no sex, i mean it. i want your body to relax, sithandwa, okay?” and she sighs and nods, thinking. “i don’t even know to be honest, y/n, i’m so exhausted,” she finally admits and you laugh, “yes i know my love, let’s get some rest, yeah?”

shuri nods and you hand her the large shirt she normally wear to bed and cut off the lights and lay back down. shuri finds you in the darkness, completely wrapping herself over you and whispering, “ulihlabathi lam lonke sithandwa,”

you smile deeply, before sleep washes you both over and you close your eyes.

you wake up first, the small vibrations from your kimoyo beads shaking your arm, making you turn your alarm off. you check the time, just barely 9 am, and look over. you smile and see shuri, sleeping still so peacefully, her breathing slow. you reach over and adjust her head wrap before it falls off and sit up and stretch.

you check any of the emergency messages shuri may have gotten on her kimoyo beads and all you see is a lovely picture from nakia and her beautiful son, captioned, ‘hope to see you soon, auntie :)’ and smile, before closing the screen and stretching again, beginning to prepare for the day. you put your slip dress on and some house shoes before going to the other side of the bed and kissing shuri’s cheek.

her reflexes wake her up slightly, and you hear her grumble as you giggle, “no no, go back to sleep. don’t wake up i was just saying good morning, my love, that’s all. rest,” you whisper and she laughs a little too, “good morning to you, too,” before sighing and turning over. you walk away to the kitchen and wrap your hair up in a bun to get started.

you prepare some biscuits first, kneading dough and buttering up some pans before slicing up some pork pieces and peppers. you’ve been cooking your whole life, memories of making breakfast for your family with your mother flood your mind as you move around the kitchen. you smile to yourself, as you completely involve yourself in the food, playing some music softly.

after about 2 hours, everything’s just about done. the eggs cook last, of course, as you chop up some fruit and your beloved comes to the kitchen, her black pajamas on and twists out. shuri looks well rested and so much healthier compared to last night that it makes you smile.

“well good morning, again, love,” you say, still chopping fruit and she comes behind you, her favorite place to be, and smiles a “good morning,” into your neck, kissing there and rubbing up your sides. you chuckle to yourself, you know she’s pent up, hell, you are too, but you had a plan for that so you wiggled your shoulders, “no, we’ll eat first okay?” you say and turn to her and sighs again like last night and steals a strawberry from off your cutting board. you smack your lips at her and pinch her hip as she walks away laughing and starts setting the table.

you grab all the dishes you can, first the potatoes and pork first, and asking shuri to grab the rest of the eggs and biscuits and grits, placing everything just like your mother had always told you to. you take a step back and look at your work and smile, and shuri comes to your side, “i know you do, so, you want a picture?” and you laugh and ready your kimoyo beads and snap a quick picture.

you let shuri sit first and she looks at you confused, “what—” and you sigh, “i’m making your plate, go and sit,” and she laughs, “i guess i should get hurt more often,” she says and you glare at her before shuri puts her hands up, “a joke, sthandwa, i’m joking,” she laughs at your eyes, which are still cutting at her while you gather her food. “yeah, you better be,” you say back.

once her plate is full you set it down and she looks at you like you’re about to get married to her again, “i love you so much, this looks so amazing,” she murmurs out and you laugh and kiss her curls, smelling the shampoo you used last night and smiling. you set your plate next and sit next to her, praying a small thank you to Bast and beginning to eat.

you and shuri eat in a comfortable silence for nearly fifteen minutes before you both start to get full and make conversation. you start, “i have a full day of activities planned for us today, usana, i’m really excited.” she lifts her eyebrow at you to continue as she finishes her biscuit, all the food on her plate nearly gone.

you do, “first, we need to go to the market for some fresh meat for dinner tonight. i wanted to try and perfect my jambalaya. and then i thought we could go to the garden and relax, sort of meditate and read a bit, and finish the day strong with dinner and.. maybe, some time alone.” you try to whisper the last part to hide yourself but shuri catches it all and smiles.

“well seems like you’ve got it all planned out. i’ll follow your lead, sthandwa, im excited.” she sounds so sincere and infatuated with you, it makes you blush. how crazy is it that, as long as you’ve been together, she can still make you feel like it’s the first date all over again. you shy up and stand, taking her plate with yours to wash it. shuri beats you to it, “no, no, i got it, go get ready for the day,”

you look at her and sigh, pulling her down for a kiss, and she grins into it much like you do, and pull away saying, “ndiyakuthanda,”

shuri smiles harder at you and repeats it for your ears only as if you’re the only person who supposed to hear it. and you know you are.

you lay in the bath and you hear shuri singing to herself slightly down the hall as she washes the dishes. you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy for the time you’ve spent with her, even just one morning feeling positively heavenly.

your kimoyo beads go off under the water, and it’s m’baku, a text that reads, ‘the hostages have been brought back home. ayo has talked my ear off, please send aneka to retrieve her.’ and you laugh slightly as shuri walks in, “what’s funny, my love?” you turn to her, “m’baku and ayo working together, he says she talked his ear off,” shuri smiles too and being to underdress and now you’re not laughing.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, smirking at her and trying to keep your eyes on her face as more and more of her tattooed skin comes into view, “repaying the favor. you wash me, i do the same, yeah?” she whispers back and before you can retort she’s already stepping in and you laugh as she winces, much like last night, “darling, you’re going to burn your skin off, Bast, this is ridiculous,” she mumbles as she sits down and you smile, leaning against her chest.

she rubs your skin up and down under the hot water and you sigh, holding one of her hands against you. “i’ve missed you,” you whisper, and she nods against you, tilting your head to look at her, “i’ve missed you, too,” she whispers right back, and kisses you sweetly and gently like you’re the softest thing in the universe. you moan softly, turning your head to give her better access and water moves around you both, most of the bubbles now gone.

you feel the hand that was holding you chin slowly go down your chest, moving right on top your clit and you huff, pulling away from her mouth and she shushes you, adding more pressure with her two fingers and circling your clit and you moan, “haaaa, shuri,” you’re whispering like someone will come in and she kisses against your cheeks holding you down with the other hand.

shuri whispers in your ear, “you’re so beautiful, my love. i’m so glad to call you mine,” you moan again, feeling that heat pool downstairs and your legs try to close to avoid it but shuri’s talking in your ear again, “no, darling, keep them open let me see you, it’s alright,” and you sigh and open your legs again, always giving into shuri completely. she thanks you and you feel your body get warmer, the water moving against your pussy in tandem with shuri’s fingers and you buck, your orgasm washing over you suddenly.

“ha, oh, ohhh i’m cumming, shuri, shuri—” and she’s encouraging you all the way, whispering praises in your wet skin and still moving her fingers against you, until you’re whining in overstimulation and she stops, kissing your neck and rubbing your stomach and legs. you sigh out and completely turn over and kiss her, water spilling over a bit, ready to return the favor and she smiles, shaking her head, “we’ve got to go to the market, remember? we’ll finish later, okay?” she says and you blink, still dazed from your orgasm but you nod and she picks up a rag to start washing you both.

once you’re both clean, you get out and lather up with some cocoa butter and oils, you laying your edges and shuri fixing up some of her curls. you wear your favorite loose dress, it ties right on your hips and gives you some decent cleavage and shuri puts on a matching track suit and grabs your hand as you exit the room.

walking towards the throne room you see aneka there waiting patiently, “my queens, are we departing? should i tell anyone?” and you both shake your head, “we’re just going to the markets, aneka, no need for royals of any kind.” you say sweetly and she nods, tapping her spear against the hard concrete, opening the doors and escorting you both out.

being on wakandan streets made you nostalgic, not having really been outside that often since marrying shuri and becoming queen. shuri sees it on your face; the warmth of familiarity bringing a pleasant and beautiful grin on you, “you miss it, my love?” she says as you look at the shops.

you sigh and face her, “a bit. it mostly reminds me of my mother. but even when we were dating i just miss having the time like this— to wonder about and look, just you and i,” you say taking her hand and she smiles at you, kissing your forehead as you make your way to your first shop.

the woman smiles, “ikumkani wam, what can i get you, dear?” and you smile back, “no need for royalties, auntie, i just need some peppers and rice, and if you have any strawberries that’d be great too,” you say glaring at shuri since she had eaten your entire freshly picked batch this morning and she puts her hands up in surrender, laughing as she walks around to another shop.

she packs up the ingredients for you and you thank her as you watch shuri come skipping back to you and smiling, her hands behind her back. you raise an eyebrow, “what’ve you gotten now?”

“nothing, nothing, don’t worry about it,” she says all too fast and you sigh, shaking your head, knowing it’s some expensive gift she’ll probably give you later. shuri had a habit of doing that, buying you some gold or jewelry or accessories you didn’t necessarily need but she knew they’d look darling on you. and, well of course they did, but you had always encouraged her to not spend so much on you. “you are my greatest gift,” you had told her countless times, “i need nothing more.”

and yet, she persisted.

you’d given up trying to stop her long ago as shuri was just as stubborn as always. you walked up to your next shop, talking to the young man there and asking for the pounds of meat you needed, thank him as he went to cut. shuri comes to your side, “it’s not jewelry, if that makes you feel better,” she whispers lightly, you can feel her smirk.

you’re curious now, “more waist beads?” and she shakes her head, “oh, really? i don’t know you to buy anything else. what is it?” the man comes back with the pork and chicken you needed and you thank him as shuri whispers, “i don’t want to spoil the surprise, love,” and you gruff, “i know you better than all, shuri, you cannot surprise me.” you say proudly and she smiles walking side by side with you and shrugs,

“maybe i can,” you glare at her, now more curious than ever. but she might be playing with you, just to throw you and actually pull out waist beads after dinner and you chuckle to yourself. the rest of the trip is filled with small banter and shopping, both you and shuri just happy to spend this time together.

once back home, shuri insisted to move the meditation in the garden to tomorrow, which causes you to lift up your eyebrow once you set your groceries down in the kitchen. “why, have you got something planned?” and she smiles, helping you unpack and she comes to your ear, “i need all the hours in the night for you so after dinner it’ll just be you and i, alright?”

‘all the hours in the night,’ echoes in your forehead and you feel some heat pool at the bottom of your stomach, and you exhale quietly and nod, “alright,” you whisper back and she kisses your neck, rubbing your arms and she walks away, the bag holding your surprise in her hands.

you stand at the sink, still slightly breathless, whew. you had forgotten how shuri can get, so sensual and so intense, that it didn’t cross your mind that she might have plans tonight along with yours. your mind reels as you try to figure out what her surprise could be while you think of yours.

you and shuri had had a loving sex life, nothing too intense and always so satisfying, shuri always willing to try whatever you wanted and you right behind her, listening to her suggestions and smiling at her when she comes to shy and asks if you can try something new. but even then, you knew what the other liked— shuri loved you in lingerie and all the jewelry she bought, she liked taking all the time in the world with you so the ‘all the hours in the night’ hadn’t surprised you one bit; ever the romantic, she lets nothing come between your love making and she swears by it, even going as far as taking off her kimoyo beads and shutting them down at one point.

you loved everything about her but during sex you absolutely loved when she lost herself in you, letting down every single guard she had and completely unraveling because of you. she’s always so tense, ready for any and everything at all costs so to see her completely relax and let go while with you makes your mind nearly explode.

but even then, what could she possible have that would surprise you? you shake your head, looking at the time. 5:54, might as well start on dinner.

you sigh once dinner is ready, your eyes watering a bit from the peppers and spices, but it’s done regardless and you step back and take another picture and immediately send it to your mom, proud of your work. you cover the pot and walk to the bedroom to get shuri but instead are greeted with a lingerie set, a white frilly bra and underwear set, complete with ribbons and lace, and a silk, black dress that sits next to a perfume bottle.

you roll your eyes once you see a note with shuri’s handwriting on it, “surprise, my love.” you read and sigh again, taking off your apron and under clothes and putting on the set. you walk to the bathroom and see yourself in the mirror, damn, it’s perfect. the dress itself is damn near see through and the bralet and underwear hug your body beautifully, the ruffles practically shiny against your skin and blush, almost too nervous to show shuri. you spray some of the perfume on, inhaling and smelling, vanilla and shea butter, and you smile. it’s the perfume you wore on your first date. i can’t believe she remembered something like that, you think to yourself. you get one last of yourself in the mirror and fix your hair a bit, laying your edges down once more before walking out.

you see shuri in the kitchen wearing a white fitted suit, and she’s adjusting her cufflinks when your speak up, “okay, i admit it, you surprised me.” you say laughing and she turns to face you and she gasps slightly, you can see her gaze darkening as she takes you all in, “you look beautiful, sthandwa, you captivate me,” and you smile and shy up and decide to walk off, “let’s sit yeah?” you say and shuri laughs, and follows you to make her plate as well.

you both make your plates and sit down once more like this morning, making small conversation, but you can’t help but feel a light sense of arousal, as you know what’s about to happen. you two haven’t made love in so long and the thought of her being inside you for hours has you crossing your legs as you can barely speak to her, muttering out small responses before she notices and lifts your chin to make eye contact, “y/n, you know i absolutely love you and your food but i feel confident in saying we’re both too distracted to eat right now, yeah?” you nod, hanging on her every word, “why don’t we just go to bed then?”

you let out, “yeah,” completely breathless and she leans in to completely cover your mouth, feeling her lips move against yours and it makes you moan, wrapping your arms around her and sighing, your brain fogging up and moving against her like it’s a second nature, because at this point it is.

she stands you both up slowly, keeping your mouths connected and holding your waist, drawing you close as you feel her tongue enter your mouth and explore. you gasp slightly, god, you missed this, missed it so much, youre holding on to her like you’re about to drown. shuri pulls away slightly, a small line of spit still keeping you both connected and you whine, she shushes you, “i’ve got you, shh, it’s alright, let’s go to bed, yeah?” and you nod and follow her, holding her hand and looking at her as if she’s taking you to bed for the first time again.

she captures your mouth again, now against the bed and you moan, opening up to her completely as she rubs down your sides, slipping her hands under your lingerie and you gasp. “shuri, cmon, please,” you whisper and she nods, and once you get a good look in her eyes you can tell she’s just as desperate as you are, if not more, and you think about the three times you denied her last night alone. she practically lays you down and climbs on top of you and attacks your neck.

you tilt your head and give her total access and she whispers, “you smell so good, love,” and you moan out a laugh, “i have you to thank, dear. how’d you even find that—!” you can’t even finish your question as shuri has completely lifted your dress, sliding her hands against your breasts and sucking hickeys into your skin. you moan out her name and lift your back so she can take off the bra which she does in one swift movement.

she sucks on one of your nipples as you moan and squirm, the foreplay alone making you already feel like you’ve ruined your underwear with your slick. shuri reaches down and palms you through your underwear and you throw your head back, gasping. oh, she’s being so mean, you think, and groan in frustration as you feel yourself growing more and more frustrated.

shuri picks up on this, “you want more, my love?” and you nod, bucking you hips against her hand to symbolize where you need it, and she smiles, “of course,” she whispers and finally, finally, she’s face to face with your heat, covered by the panties that are soaked beyond recognition. she moves the underwear aside, not completely taking them off, and the cool air of the room hits your lips causing you to moan breathless, any friction or stimulation driving you crazy.

shuri curses out lowly, before placing a kiss on top of your pussy. your hips stutter slightly and she laughs a bit, before going back to kissing your lips and licking up all your slick. you moan aloud, “yes, yes, please, please don’t stop—” so happy to finally have some stimulation on you and shuri sighs against you, taking all of you in and moaning like your the best meal she’s ever had. you grab the silk sheets from under you and toss your head back before shuri pulls away slightly, stopping all contact.

you don’t even say anything but your hips are being raised and shuri is practically ripping off your underwear to have better access to your entire pussy and she goes back into you completely, kissing you thighs and sucking on your clit, wasting no time. you jolt, “oh, fuck! haahhh, shuri, shuri, shuri—”

it’s perfect, you moan aloud, shuri is so perfect, the poor sheets evidence, you could hear them practically ripping as your orgasm approached, shuri’s mouth working you through it. you try to move away from her, not wanting the night to be over, god, you wanted her for hours and hours, just like she promised, but you felt it, your whole body becoming hot.

shuri holds your legs open, not letting you up, even though you warn her, “sthandwa, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” but she hums around your pussy, acknowledging you but not stopping. you feel it, your entire body opens up and your back arches, you feel your clit pulsing under her lips, and she keeps sucking, you whine high pitched as your orgasm racks through your body. you feel your pussy clench around nothing and shuri pulls away, gasping and her chin wet.

you sigh, legs falling open, as shuri kisses up your legs and stomach, moving your dress around until she reaches your mouth to kiss you and you taste yourself and moan, rubbing her shoulders and coaxing her out of her suit as she twists to get it off as well. she moans against you, pulling away slightly and she whispers, “you taste amazing, love,” and you smile, “your turn?”

she laughs, “you sound eager about that,” she says and you nod and sit up leaning her down, “i want to take care of you tonight, usana, you deserve it, yeah? can you lay down for me?” and shuri nods, semi breathless, as you sit on top of her taking off her clothes, and kissing all her skin.

she sighs softly, “you always take care of me, love. so good for me,” and she’s watching you work down her body until you get to her pussy, already leaking. you sigh, “so pretty, shuri,” and she laughs a bit too, before gasping as you kiss her lips, much like she did you, before opening her legs and licking around her, completely swallowing everything she moans and sighs out praises, “you’re so amazing, my love, take such good care of me, don’t you?”

you moan, pushing your clit against the sheets as you work on shuri; her praises have always turned you on, the way she sounds, the way she speaks, it’s always been your favorite part of her and doing things like this. you zone out entirely, only hearing how shuri’s pussy sounds and how heavenly her praises sound.

she moans a bit, holding onto the hands you had against her abdomen, “y/n, love, i’m cumming, you’re so good, making me cum, aren’t you darling, haaa, fuck, fuck—” and you feel it, her whole body jerks up and you feel her pussy release in your mouth, moaning along with her. you sigh and pull your mouth away and she sits up entirely, pulling you for an incredibly sloppy kiss, sighing deeply into your mouth and holding you close. you pull away first and smile, “good?” you whisper, and she shrugs, “i still wanted to fuck you properly, love. it’s not even that late to stop now, yeah?”

you look at the time, it was nearly 10 o’clock. normally you’d both have so many things to do in the morning that you’d both be scrambling to rush to go to sleep and wake up bright and early but with this week off, you laugh and agree, “okay, whatever you want,” you whisper back against her and she smiles, kissing you lightly before jumping up to the closet, getting her strap.

you lay back down, sighing, your whole body blooming. this time with shuri has got you giggly and practically high, as you feel yourself laughing once she comes back, boxers on and strap in hand. “you alright, love?” she says stroking your face while she’s at the edge of the bed and you sigh, looking up at her, “i just.. i love you so much. i’m so happy we’re finally spending some time together is all. i really missed you, shuri,” you admit, your eyes wet suddenly and she smiles at you and leans down to capture your mouth,

“i missed you more, sithandwa, you have no idea,” and you nod and agree, you probably didn’t have any idea, you really didn’t see shuri during this month at all, so who knows how deep her longing went for you. as she’s grabbing the lube and adjusting herself, you say softly, “show me,”

she looks up at you, curious, “what do you mean?” and you move slightly, trying to avoid her intense gaze as she strokes herself, “show me how much you missed me. make me feel it,”

and shuri smiles to herself a bit, opening your legs up slightly, and pushing the strap against your lips, the lube and your cum combining, “oh i intend to, my love, all. week. long.” she whispers back at you and you gasp, not even being to retort before you feel her push inside, the strap opening you up completely and you toss your head back with a breathless moan, “oh, shuri—!” you drag out her name as your eyes shut, feeling her practically push in your pelvis. she leans down to kiss you again and you wrap your arms around her, tears threatening to spill as you feel her, all of your wife, inside you.

your mind is completely broken, shuri, shuri, shuri— she’d completely captivated you. her mouth working against yours along with the feel of her abdomen practically kissing your clit has you nearly thoughtless. she pulls away, watching you intently, “you said anything i want, right, sthandwa?” and you mumble not holding eye contact, had you said that? you literally can’t remember, her dick taking over all your senses.

shuri kisses your cheeks, “i want you all night, okay? can you hold out for me?” and you moan and nod, wanting to do nothing but please her. she whispers an ‘i love you,’ into your skin and leans away from you to pick up your legs and slowly pull out and push back in.

you moan aloud, grabbing the sheets once more and shuri coaxes you through as you toss your head back and flex your thighs against her, body convulsing as her thrusts get faster and harder, barely letting you adjust. you’re nearly completely screaming now, haven’t been fucked like this in so long. you didn’t care if you woke the entire nation, the love of your life was finally, finally, making love to you for the first time in nearly months.

your body catches up to you though, before you’re even ready to accept it. your pussy clenches around shuri, and you whine, “oh, my love, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, please shuri, make me cum, uhhhnnn—” and she’s encouraging you with those lovely lovely praises again, “go ahead, my love, that’s it, baby, cum for me, be my good girl and cum,”

it’s all you need. your pussy squeezes and you feel your thighs tremble as you let go entirely, clit pulsing and your pussy completely sucking shuri in, and you moan unabashedly, feeling your back arch. when it’s over and your body settles, you nearly double over, so breathless and twitching. shuri pulls out to kiss you and sooth over your legs, before you feel her moving you slightly. you mumble, still fucked out from your orgasm and she kisses against you, “on your stomach for me, my love, can you move?” and oh god, she wants to go again.

you twitch and huff, still feeling your pussy leaking but you had promised her, whatever she wanted. you moan out a small ‘yes,’ and lay on your stomach, poking your butt out like you knew she liked, your head laying on your soft shared pillows.

shuri kisses down your back, “thank you, my intombi elungile, you’re so good for me, yeah?” she says, rubbing your pussy with two fingers, moving your cum around and feeling your clit with her thumb, you jerk, moaning at the overstimulation, “shh, baby, i know. just relax, i’ll be inside you soon enough, let me feel you, love,” she saying it all sweet but you feel tears spike your eyes, she was so cruel to you, knowing your pussy was overstimulated.

shuri kisses your butt and keeps you open as she plays with your clit and you buck, “i’m cumming, shuri, shuri—!” and you’re on your forearms now, moaning and grabbing at pillows, when you feel it, your third orgasm for the night racking through your body, making you whine and pull away from her fingers but she holds you open, watching your pussy twitch and shake, encouraging you all the way. “good girl, thank you baby, let it all out,” and you moan on top of her words.

you huff, feeling her come behind you and grab your throat lightly and kissing your cheeks, whispering thank you’s. you whine against her once you feel her strap move towards your pussy again, and she sighs, “open up for me, my love. be my good girl, okay?” and you moan and nod, her praises in your ear are all you need to keep going.

and once more, shuri’s fucking into you again, her skin slapping against the softness of your backside, making you twitch and grip the sheets. holy fuck, she was pent up, you recognized, and you couldn’t help but let the tears you had been holding spill out, your pussy feeling spent and full. shuri didn’t let up though, even though she heard your wet gasps and saw your nearly bucking back, she whispers again, “it’s alright love, i know you can take it, let it out,”

your moans change in tone again and you can’t even fathom what orgasm you’re on now, but you feel it approaching— it’s a low buzzing in your veins that sparks your brain. your mouth is drooling and you’ve given up on speech entirely as she fucks into you, harder and harder and harder.

shuri knows you’re cumming, however— she’s known your body like the back of her hand for a while now so she does was she does best: talking you through it and helping you get there. she uses her left hand to rub you clit in small, soft circles to counteract the harshness of her thrusts and you squeal, dropping your upper body entirely on the bed and the new position gives shuri complete access to your g-spot, something you had had her touch but never this close.

you yell out, “oh, right there, shuri, please RIGHT there, don’t stop, don’t stop, i need it, hhaaaa shuri i’m cumming i’m cumming—!” and shuri nods along, whispering praises in your back and you cum again, your body letting out whole tremors as you shake, and you feel it, your pussy is squirting and you can’t do anything but moan aloud, the pressure on your clit making you nearly lose your voice and shuri pulls out once more, and your body falls against the sheets. shuri lays down too, catching her own breath, and you lay closer to her, sighing, still fucked out to really speak but shuri kisses you because she knows you need it.

you whimper against her mouth and she pulls away and asks, “one more for me, love?” and you sigh, and nod, “where do you want me?”

shuri puts you on top of her, sliding down her strap until your clit is kissing her abdomen again and she even moans, “you look so gorgeous, my love, intle ngokupheleleyo, can you move for me?” she whispers, holding one of your hands and kissing your knuckles. you nod, your thighs shaking as you life up and slowly drop down again, whimpering, your silk dress completely covered in your sweat and cum.

shuri sees your struggle and sits up in her forearms and takes you in hers, whispering, “i’ve got it love, can you hold on to me, sweet thing?” and you nod, dazed and wanting to listen, so you wrap your arms around her and she holds your back and she thrusts slightly, a softer pace unlike the last time. you moan softly and completely fall into her and she leans you both back, holding on to your butt as she thrusts upwards into you.

you sigh out and moan, more tears spilling and shuri uses one her hands to wipe them away, kissing praises into your skin, “that’s it, sthandwa, let it all out for me, love, i’ve got you,” you whine back nothing that makes actual sense and shuri laughs slightly, still fucking into you, squeezing your thighs and flexing hers and suddenly you hear it; her voice has changed and she’s gasping lowly against you—

she’s about to cum.

you moan aloud at the thought and bring your mouth to hers for a very wet kiss and when you pull away you whisper first, “are you about to cum for me, my love?” finally having gained some speech back and you see shuri gasp and toss her head back and nod, “yes, yes, i’m so close, my love, i feel it, ahhnnn—” and you nod and decide to copy her, encouraging her like she does you even though you can feel your mind fogging up again and your own orgasm approaching.

“shuri, cum with me, please baby, i want to feel it, please, please, please—!” you whimper and she nods, thrusting unevenly now, solely focused on her own pleasure and she lets out one more harsh thrust and a quick shout of a curse and moan of your name, and you feel it, she’s cumming, shuri’s cumming all for you, and the thought alone pushes you over as well, and you moan, twitching against the strap as you feel yourself squirt out more.

you’re huffing through your nose, trying to catch your breath and shuri is too, moaning lowly at the feel of her orgasm subsiding and you both fall back against each other, sighing.

shuri pulls out slowly, holding you up and praising you for being so good and you whine as you feel her dick leave you, your pussy pulsing around nothing once she’s gone.

she pulls your face towards hers and kisses you deeply, rubbing your dress against your back and you moan into her mouth and sigh, feeling your body calm down completely. shuri pulls away first, “do you need anything, usana?” and you shake your head wrapping your arms around her, “just stay right here please,” you whisper softly and she nods, holding your waist and you whisper back, “do you need anything?”

shuri laughs a bit, sighing, “just you, love.”

you two had cleaned up after a long needed rest, laying back down with bonnets and head wraps on and actual pajamas, cuddled up at nearly 1 am.

shuri was tracing some patterns in your warm skin as you hummed softly, your eyes heavy with sleep and she kisses your forehead, “go to sleep love, we have nothing to do tomorrow,” she whispers and you believe her. you blink slowly once you looked up at her, sighing, “i love you so much,” you mutter out, words slurred because of sleep, and shuri smiles brightly,

“i love you more than you’ll know,” and you believe her.

y’all., soft dom shuri is all i need in my life, get that toxic shit away from me that’s not my wife!!

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you again, @maybachinparis for the request this was so much fun!!

i’ll add the translations for this later lol, it’s nearly 1 am i got work tomorrow so let me take my ass to bed, I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD🤎🤎

makes sure to reblog and send requests!!

#shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku #deijah wrote #my story

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wanderersbell · 1 year

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Aaah i live for the idea of being the wanderer's travel companion!! i love the "lending you his hat" fic you did, it's so well done ♥️ i don't even have anything specific to request, i would just love for more cute moments like that 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

a trip to vanarana

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1620

a/n: anon i'm so glad you love that idea bc it's my fav and i think about it all the time! here's some more for you (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ this miiight be kinda off lore wise bc iirc the only reason people couldn't see aranara was due to the inability to dream, and considering they can now i feel like that also implies they can see the little guys but i could be wrong so oh well - enjoy!

bringing fresh fruit to the aranara in vanarana had become a special, self indulgent little routine of yours as of late.

honestly, you weren’t even sure if they could eat, but all of it always vanished within a couple of days when you’d come back with more, and the aranara would greet you eagerly - so you figured wherever it went it must be getting put to good use. two to three times a week, rain or shine, you would drag the wanderer with you to pick up fresh produce from the market and carry it to the tiny village. he would grumble and huff the whole way, drag his feet like a petulant child, but refused to let you go alone if you offered to let him stay behind.

“you’re basically exploiting me.” he points out, kicking a stray hilichurl arrow away from his foot. the camp the two of you just cleared out sits vacant now as you lift the discarded sack of fruit back up over your shoulder, the weight slightly heavier than before after tossing in the apples and sunsettias you just found.

you shoot the wanderer a slightly exasperated look from where he’s still tossing hilichurl loot around with his foot instead of picking it up. he pretends to be lost in thought once you whip your head around to face him, wiping invisible dust off of his shoulder like dealing with a small camp of monsters is anything more than a minor inconvenience for someone with his level of abilities.

“when i take you with me i’m exploiting you, when i leave you behind it’s excluding you.” you sniff, fixing him with glare when he finally meets your eyes. “has anyone ever told you that you’re difficult?”

his brows raise in faux disbelief, his right hand coming to rest over his vision like he’s deeply offended by your words. “me? difficult? is it so wrong to desire compensation for my troubles?”

you can’t help the way your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, but a small smile still tugs at your lips at his dramatics.

“is my company not enough for you?” you joke as the aranara village comes into view. the loud scoff behind you comes as no surprise.

“not in the slightest. this is a waste of time, i have better things to be doing right now.”

you give a thoughtful hum in response, choosing to say nothing else as the silent acknowledgment between the two of you goes unsaid, but speaks loud enough all the same. with you, when he can’t comfortably bring himself to admit the truth, he’ll say the opposite of what he feels. you know this very well, so what he means is: “more than enough, i’d cause a scene if you didn’t let me tag along.”

soon reaching the aranara village, you and your travel companion head over to the center of the clearing and you unceremoniously let the fruit fall to the ground, reaching up to rub at your sore shoulder immediately afterwards while the wanderer gives you a pointed look that you choose to ignore. he insisted you let him carry the bag before you left, you always end up complaining about how heavy it is, but you refused and wouldn’t let him take it from you despite knowing the truth of his words.

it’s only moments later that the aranara start to emerge from their tiny homes and wobble over to you, their silly little hats and faces bringing a familiar sense of glee that overcomes you whenever you see them.

“i’m back!” you exclaim with a huge grin that has your eyes squinting into crescents. “i hope your hungry! or ready to do… whatever you do with this stuff!” when you bend down to start taking the produce out of the bag and into a pile, the man standing next to you snorts lightly.

the wanderer, ever the one to suck the joy out of things until they’re bitter and tasteless, is convinced they can’t eat and that you bringing them fruit is the equivalent of birds bringing shiny trash to people. this doesn’t bother you in the slightest though, so all he can do is stand back hopelessly and watch these little forest creatures rob you of perfectly good food.

“you know, they probably throw it all into a hole and let it rot. compost for the garden.” he says while a few of the aranara swarm his feet and gaze up at him with expectant beady eyes.

you give a nonchalant shrug in response. “that’s certainly not the worst thing they could be doing, so i don’t see a problem with it. contributing to their garden is a good deed, no?”

out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the floating aranara approach your traveling companion who glares suspiciously at the viparyas it carries in its hands. your heart swells immediately at the sight of the small forest creature offering him a flower out of the blue, hands flying up to cover your mouth lest you squeal in delight and ruin the moment.

the wanderer still remains rooted to the spot, watching hesitantly as the aranara reaches out and waits until he outstretches his hand to drop the viparyas into his palm. his eyes momentarily flick down to the flower laying on his hand then back up to the aranara that bounces a bit in the air and makes a soft, pleased sound before turning and floating away.

“oh my god,” you whisper-yell into your hands, eyes wide with disbelief at the interaction you just witnessed. with bewilderment clear on his face, the wanderer meets your eyes and purses his lips in embarrassment at the fact that you watched it all go down.

fruit long forgotten, you clamber to your feet and lean closer to see the viparyas that’s still laying haphazardly on his palm. when you try to grab it, your travel companion finally snaps out of his shock and yanks his hand away from you with the flower clutched tight in his grip.

“don’t you dare. it was given to me, not you.” he says firmly, smirking at the way your expression gives way to irritation faster than he can blink.

“i thought you didn’t like the aranara!” you remind him, wholesome moment instantly ruined. “you hardly even help here, i’m positive it was meant for me anyways!”

when you reach out to try to take it again he turns his entire body away from you and peeks over his shoulder with a proud sneer. “if it was meant for you, it would’ve been given to you. this was obviously for me.”

a heavy sigh forces it’s way out of your lungs but you begrudgingly concede, willing to let him be possessive over the flower the little aranara gave him because, to be fair, it was a precious sight. you wave a hand at him dismissively and mumble a quiet, “fine, whatever.” before crouching down again to finish emptying the bag that had been forgotten, and you miss the way his expression falls at the genuine disappointment in your voice.

tentatively, after a moment of contemplation, he leans over to tap you on the shoulder. when you turn your head to figure out what he wants, he thrusts the flower towards you with a tiny pout and blush on his face, eyes avoiding your own the way they always do when he thinks he accidentally hurt your feelings.

of course, you didn’t actually mind that much, it was just a flower after all, but seeing the sincerity behind his actions, you can’t help but to play along and offer a small smile in response before tentatively taking the viparyas from his outstretched hand.

the second your fingers brush he jerks his hand away and clutches it to his chest, standing back up with a huff and crossing his arms while you gaze fondly at the soft blue and purple petals. your chest clenches tightly at the fact that he had given it to you even if it was only because he thought you were upset, and when you glance up at him to offer him a grateful smile you find that he’s already watching you with a complicated expression on his face.

“what?” you ask cautiously. “don’t tell me you already want it back.”

he clicks his tongue and averts his attention elsewhere. “of course i don’t, keep it for all i care.”

what he means is: “no, it’s for you anyways.” and the smile on your face unconsciously stretches into a giddy grin at his unconvincing frown accompanied color staining his cheeks while he pretends to ignore you. having already finished setting all of the fruit in a pile, you bundle up the bag and shove it under your arm as you stand up and walk over to his side, following his line of sight to watch the sky where the sun starts peeking out of the clouds with breathtaking rays of light.

the comforting presence of the man beside you fills you with a warm, unexplainable feeling that you can’t help but want to cling onto forever, to hold onto so tightly that it permanently fuses with your being.

“ready to leave?” he asks after a few blissful moments of silence, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. you nod softly, too content and peaceful to break the silence and speak.

and so, you and your travel companion head back into town together, viparyas held tightly in your hand while the rays of light in the sky fully emerge from the clouds and illuminate the smiles on your faces.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #my writing #requests! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

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maislovebot · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day with my fav ADA members!

Characters included: Atsushi and Kunikida. I was gonna include Francis but I don’t wanna keep you guys waiting any longer</3

This will consist of sfw and nsfw hcs of what I think my favs would do with you on valentine’s day:3 there will be a separate wc and tags for each character! Reader is afab + gn in each chapter

Keep in mind that this is taking a more western take on Valentine’s Day. I know that the more realistic day for this to take place would be White Day, but I don’t know nearly enough about it to comfortably write it. Writing it this way just made it easier on me!!

Atsushi!:

Contains: no warnings for the fluff section, reader is wearing shorts, fingering (reader receiving), not proofread

• Atsushi goes crazy on Valentine’s. He doesn’t really know a lot of the things that people do because he grew up in a generally unromantic place, but he goes crazy once you tell him that it’s just a holiday where you show your appreciation for someone!

• He had heard that you buy people chocolates for Valentine’s before, but he didn’t know how much truth was in that tradition so he didn’t risk it. But my god he absolutely melted when you returned home after a long day of work with a box of chocolates just for him?? They were nice too! He could tell that they were a pretty penny. He felt bad for not getting you anything, but you insisted that you didn’t mind. It’s his first Valentine’s Day after all! You wanted to pamper him.

• Nonetheless, he ran to the store first thing in the morning the following day and bought you some chocolate, and he was very pleased to see that they were half off! He is on a budget after all..

• He most certainly tried to make up for it for the rest of the night though. He’s always had a preference for taking care of you, it makes him feel like he’s doing something right. He would like to take you out to eat somewhere, but he doesn’t have nearly enough money to take you somewhere nice, but he did take you out to a normal dinner. Nothing crazy romantic, but it was sweet. He’s learned what your favorite foods are, so he’s spent a lot of time learning where your favorites are sold for a less expensive price.

• Once you are finished, I’d like to imagine Atsushi would prefer to watch a movie, but I don’t think you’d get very far before he’d be all over you. He’d have you straddle his hips and kiss you deeply for as long as possible. He’s always liked this part of sex, after all. When you two are still fully clothed, grinding against one another.

• He’d lift his dominant hand up and sneak it through the waistband of your shorts and push your panties to the side to rub small circles on your clit, making you grind against his hand desperately.

• “A-ah, Atsu—” you whimpered out as he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside your tight cunt. He gasped at the feeling, wrapping his other hand around your waist, guiding you back and forth gently.

• Needless to say, you two had a great night ♡

Wc - 0.4k

Kunikida!:

Contains: no warnings for the fluff, reader does work at the agency, reader is wearing a summer dress (despite it being February..), you jerk him off, not proofread

• No, because Kunikida would plan the night perfectly?? He keeps note of your favorite foods, candy, movies, etc. He is prepared!

• You’re woken up to a nice breakfast, only for you to check the time and see that work started an hour or so ago. Kunikida told you that he decided to take the day off for the both of you, so he could really show his appreciation for you. He never does that, so it made your heart melt a little because it proved that he truly did care about you.

• As we all know, Kunikida is a really good cook. You could swear that what he served you tasted like it was straight out of a restaurant! Your endless compliments inevitably made the tips of Kunikida’s ears heat up, and of course he told you to stop messing around and eat your food.

• Once you were finished, you told him to get back into bed. He doesn’t have work today, so he should be lazy too! He sighed but did as you asked, today was about what you wanted after all. He’d be lying if he said the idea wasn’t alluring.

• You two sat in comfortable silence, wrapping your legs around him and holding him close. You’d nuzzle your head into his chest, allowing Kunikida to rest his head atop yours.

• Kunikida did love this, but he couldn’t keep still for long before feeling like he’s being lazy and needing to get up, so of course he’d force you out of bed.

• “I have a whole day planned, so you better get dressed and ready.”

• You rushed out of bed to get ready, he always took very little time to get ready after all! You wanted to make sure to take care of yourself, so you got dressed in one of your favorite summer dresses and put on your favorite perfume. The scent of it always drove Kunikida crazy, and you still weren’t sure why.

• You two enjoyed a fun day on the town! He had been saving up for Valentine’s Day to make sure he could buy you something nice, and it was nice to hold your hand and be dragged around town as you went inside every little corner store that interested you.

• You felt bad that you hadn’t gotten him anything, but he promised that he liked things this way. He liked taking care of you, it made him proud. You sighed, you’d have to make up for it at home that night.

• You two enjoyed a nice dinner. It wasn’t crazy expensive, but it was still rather nice. You could tell it was going to be worth more than you wanted him to pay on your own, so you demanded to at least pay for your meal! He tried to tell you that he really didn’t mind, that he actually liked things this way, but he couldn’t win against you. So, he had to turn to less fair methods.

• You were in the middle of trying to convince him to let you pay, but he interrupted you. “Ah, dear, you’ve got something on your face,”

• “What is it?” You rubbed the tip of your nose, and cheeks, trying to figure out what it was. Kunikida just shrugged, and you made your way over to the bathroom, and Kunikida used that time to pay for dinner.

• By the time you realized what he did, it was too late and he was already waiting in the doorway for you.

• “You’re so sneaky!” You held his hand, before eventually wrapping your whole arm around his.

• “What can I say?” He smiled, looking over to you. “Today is all about you.”

• You mumbled something to yourself, but ultimately chose to stay quiet. Kunikida noticed your dress was short sleeved, and as cliche as it sounds, he took off his blazer and put it on your shoulders. You giggled to yourself, rolling your eyes at how cliche it was.

• “How romantic,” you said sarcastically. He shrugged again, wrapping his arms around you. It was dark out, and you could tell he wanted to hold you close out of worry.

• You got back to your guys’ shared apartment, caught off guard when he kissed you, placing his hands on your shoulders to push you against the door. He pushed his knee between your thighs, grinding against your cunt. You let out a small noise of friction, making Kunikida smile against your lips.

• You lead him to your bedroom, undoing his button up and pulling his pants down just enough to pull his cock out.

• “You’ve done so much for me, why don’t you let me return the favor?” You said into his skin, pulling him closer to you. Kunikida shut his eyes tight, nodding. He wanted to take care of you, but you rendered him speechless when you spread his precum across his tip and down his cock.

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 11

Between the Motion and the Act

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 4.2k

Warnings and tags: fluff; a sneaky OT reference (literally wrote a whole scene just so I could make that joke); some angst; SMUT; oral sex; Echo x Riyo is GO!!!

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Summary: The team plans for Balmorra; Echo commences diplomatic negotiations with the senator from Pantora.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

Between the idea and the reality

Between the motion and the act

Falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

cerulean-senator: Would you rather fight one rancor-sized tooka or ten tooka-sized rancors?

Echo grinned as he typed a response.

ur-fav-cyborg:That’s easy. I’ve already encountered a rancor-sized rancor, so I know the secret to defeating them. They’re hierarchical by nature, so I would rather fight the ten tooka-sized rancors and set them against each other. When they established which one was the alpha, I would challenge it for supremacy. My turn: would you rather eat nothing but dessert for a week, or no dessert for a year?

There was a pause as he waited for Riyo to respond. Rex and Cerra were debating the technical specifications they needed in their ship for the Balmorra mission. Echo and Rex had determined that their best chance of success was to extract Howzer when he was being transported. Rex’s mysterious contact hadn’t known exactly when that would happen, but had said it was inevitable. They’d pored over blueprints of the Gozanti-class cruisers that were being used as prisoner transports as they’d formulated a battle plan.

“What about a leech vessel?” Cerra asked. “Two points of entry.”

“That… could work,” Echo said. “Dock with the main vessel as a diversion, and then breach the hull with the leech.”

“We’d have to divide our forces,” Rex said.

“The pilot would have to stay with the ship anyway,” Echo pointed out. “Gregor can keep their troops occupied at the docking port while the extraction team boards from the leech.”

“Flank ‘em and spank ‘em,” Cerra said, tapping her beer bottle against Rex’s.

“Always so eloquent,” Rex teased as he took a swig.

“I learned from the best, and he learned from you,” she said with a grin. “You’re like my tactical granddaddy.”

“I thought you said I was a youngling,” Rex said.

“Granddaddy is a state of mind,” Cerra shrugged.

She slouched on the sofa with her boot-clad feet propped on the holotable, and Echo had the brief, tangential thought that Tech would have an aneurysm if he could witness it.

His comm chirped, and he checked the message immediately.

cerulean-senator: Wait, when did you fight a rancor? That sounds like a story worth hearing.

ur-fav-cyborg: I’ll tell you all about it next time I see you. Now quit stalling and answer the question, Riyo.

The reply was immediate and indignant.

cerulean-senator: I wasn’t stalling! I was thinking. I do like dessert, but a week of nothing but sugar might put me in a coma. I’ll have to say I’d rather go a year without desserts. Would you rather kiss a Gungan or a Wookiee?

ur-fav-cyborg: That depends. Are we talking a mouth kiss, or just a quick peck on the cheek?

cerulean-senator: Full-on mouth kiss, with tongue.

ur-fav-cyborg: In that case, I’d rather kiss a Pantoran.

cerulean-senator: You’re not going to charm your way out of answering the question, trooper.

ur-fav-cyborg: Worth a shot. Fine. Assuming consent from all parties involved, and given the knowledge that Gungan tongues are nearly a meter in length—which would present a high probability of death by choking—and considering that I’ve met some very nice Wookiees who almost certainly wouldn’t rip off my one remaining arm, I would rather kiss a Wookiee. But only if the Pantoran is unavailable.

“Care to share the joke, Echo?” Rex asked.

“Sorry, sir,” Echo said, stashing his commlink away.

“You know, we’re not in the GAR any more,” Cerra said. “He’s allowed to check his comm in meetings.”

Echo glanced quickly at Cerra, surprised that she had defended him. Rex sighed, and Echo immediately felt guilty.

“You're right,” Rex admitted. “Old habits are hard to break, but what are we fighting for if not the right to live our lives as we choose?”

Echo wasn’t sure what to say. Freedom was a complex thing to navigate when he’d been trained his entire life to follow orders. It was different with the Batch; they had always had a more relaxed dynamic, and all the members were accustomed to speaking their minds freely, even if the ultimate command decision defaulted to Hunter. But this was Rex, who’d saved Echo’s life more times than he could count, who’d been his longest-standing commanding officer, who’d hand picked him to join the 501st, who’d recommended him for ARC training, who’d believed in him against all odds, who’d fought to bring him back from Skako Minor when everyone else had written him off. Every instinct Echo possessed screamed for him to obey the captain.

Suddenly, he recalled something he’d overheard Cerra tell Rex. “He trusts you so much that he’ll do whatever you order.” Gregor had said something similar when he confronted Rex after the disastrous mission to 79’s. There was something about Rex that inspired absolute loyalty in his soldiers. The problem was, they weren’t just soldiers any more. Perhaps Riyo was right, and they had always been more than that.

Cerra stood and stretched. “I don’t know about you boys, but I could use some food.”

“Good luck finding anything,” Rex said as she dug through the kitchen cabinets. “I cleared out the conservator last night.”

“We have ration bars,” Cerra said. “I can’t wait ‘til Gregor gets back so we can eat some decent food again. Want anything, Echo?”

“I could eat,” Echo admitted. “Are we finished here?”

“I’ve got what I need to start looking for a ship,” Cerra said. “Rex?”

“We’ve done as much as we can with our current intel,” Rex replied.

Cerra tossed them each a ration bar, and when Echo’s comm chirped again, he checked it, careful to maintain a neutral expression.

cerulean-senator: Solid reasoning all around, but now I have blackmail material in the form of written proof that you want to kiss a Wookiee.

ur-fav-cyborg: Only under duress. Now it’s my turn: would you rather be too hot or too cold?

cerulean-senator: That’s easy! I would rather be too cold. You can do all sorts of fun things to warm up.

ur-fav-cyborg: Such as?

cerulean-senator: Drinking caf, wearing cozy sweaters, snuggling in front of a fireplace—and other things.

ur-fav-cyborg: What kinds of other things?

cerulean-senator: That’s for me to know and you to find out. My turn: would you rather have dinner with me or breakfast with me?”

ur-fav-cyborg: Both.

cerulean-senator: Great! When is a good day for you?

Echo choked on his ration bar and dropped his comlink. It skittered across the floor and came to rest against Rex’s boot. The captain arched one eyebrow and handed the comlink back to Echo without a word. Echo took it and sent a quick response.

ur-fav-cyborg: After the next mission?

cerulean-senator: Sounds perfect. I’ll meet you there and we’ll see where the night takes us.

Echo smiled and tucked his comlink away. Turning to Cerra, he asked, “Is your hand healed enough to spar?”

She nodded. “I’ve been wanting to practice those moves you showed me. Would you rather be my partner or my coach?”

“I’ll coach if Rex will partner with you,” Echo said. “Sparring is a little tricky with my prosthetics.”

“Rex?” Cerra asked.

“Only if you go easy on me,” Rex replied. “Remember, I’m a grandfather.”

Cerra snorted. “Sure, grandpa. When I fail to land a single hit on you, it’ll be because I’m going easy on an old man.”

Despite her self-deprecation, Echo found that Cerra was a decently competent fighter. It was true that she was far outmatched by Rex, but most opponents she was likely to face would not be genetically engineered supersoldiers with years of combat experience. She had good form and technique, and she took direction well. With a blaster and a few modifications to her armor, Echo suspected that she would be able to hold her own against a wide range of adversaries.

Just as Echo was contemplating the best armor mods to augment Cerra’s reach and upper body strength, Rex took her to the ground and pinned her. She tapped out immediately, contradicting Rex’s claim that she didn’t know how to back down from a fight. Rex stood and pulled her to her feet.

“Again,” Echo ordered. “And Cerra, remember what I showed you.”

She nodded and snapped into a fighting stance at once. Rex tested her defenses a few times, light punches to see how well she could block. He moved with rigid control, never taking it too far and risking hurting her. It was very different from the way Echo had been trained. ARC trooper training had been brutal and no-holds-barred. There was a very good reason that so few clones successfully passed, and that was that the training was extreme even by the Kaminoans’ standards. A nat-born wouldn’t just fail; they would very likely be killed or permanently debilitated.

“Attack, Cerra,” Echo ordered. “You can’t just dance around him all day.”

She hesitated, and Rex saw his opening. His fist darted past her block and tapped her jaw. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just to get her attention. She tightened her stance and returned the hit, albeit too slowly. Rex blocked her effortlessly.

“Like I showed you, Cerra,” Echo said. “Do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” she panted.

Rex smirked. “You won’t.”

“That’s not Rex,” Echo snapped sternly. “That’s an enemy. Take him down, now. He’s going to hurt you. He’s going to hurt Tup.”

Cerra gasped and dropped her fists. Rex struck just as Cerra turned, his blow connecting much harder than he’d intended. Cerra staggered backward.

“Kark!” Rex exclaimed. “Are you all right?”

Cerra’s large, wounded eyes weren’t looking at Rex, though. She stared at Echo instead. A trickle of blood dripped from her lip, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“How do you know that name?” she asked, her voice shaken.

“You called Fireball Tup the other night,” Echo said, taken aback. “I thought it was a friend of yours.”

Cerra spun and stalked out of the sparring ring, not stopping until the barracks door slid closed behind her. Echo turned to Rex, whose mouth was set in a grim line.

“Tup was Fives’s best friend after Umbara,” Rex said quietly. “The three of them were more than close. They were inseparable. Cerra thought of Tup as her little brother, and he was the first she lost. And a few days later, she lost Fives, too.”

“Kriff,” Echo breathed. “I had no idea.”

“She keeps to herself,” Rex said. “Probably more than she should.”

“Why?” Echo asked bluntly.

Rex sighed. “Cerra is a soldier, but she’s not like us clones. We’ve always had each other, even when we didn’t have anyone else. But Cerra’s family turned on her when she needed them most. It’s not easy for her to trust.”

“I thought she told Gregor everything,” Echo said.

“She doesn’t even tell me everything,” Rex replied enigmatically.

Echo remembered now that even Gregor had not recognized Tup’s name the night that Cerra mistakenly called Fireball by it.

“Kriff,” he said again. “I need to apologize.”

“Better give her some space,” Rex counseled. “If I know Cerra, she’d rather just pretend none of this happened. She’ll be all right.”

“That doesn’t seem like the healthiest way of dealing with it,” Echo said.

“Do you want to be the one who tells her that?” Rex asked.

“Fair point,” Echo acknowledged. “Maybe I’ll take the speeder bike and get some air.”

Echo strode out of the garage and hopped onto the speeder bike, riding without paying much attention to where he was going. He avoided the Federal District, and after a while, he piloted the bike to the top of a ramshackle skyscraper. Maybe sometime long ago it had been a beautiful and prestigious edifice like 500 Republica, but now it was crumbling. Still, it had an expansive view of the city and the setting sun, and he parked the speeder on the roof after a quick recon determined it to be abandoned.

He stared out across the city of trillions, hating how alone he felt. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Fives’s death than Rex had told him. They were soldiers. Cerra was a soldier. They were accustomed to losing people—it hurt like hell, but they knew the risks. What had happened to carve that deep well of pain in Cerra’s eyes? What was Rex not telling him? On impulse, he holocommed Riyo.

“Hello, Echo,” she said with a smile. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Is this a good time?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m done with work for the day, and I’ve just finished eating dinner. I’m all yours for as long as you want me. Is everything all right?”

Kriff, she was pretty. Her full lips curved in an alluring smile, and the sparkle in her golden eyes was visible even through the shaky hologram.

“Yes,” he said. “Everything is fine. I just wanted to see you.”

“I didn’t think you got many opportunities to be alone,” she said.

“I don’t, but I needed some air. Cerra and Rex are back at the garage.”

“And where are you?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” he frowned. “On top of some abandoned building in a part of the city where I would never bring you.”

“Is that safe?” she asked, concerned.

“I’m not worried,” he said.

“I’m a little worried,” she said. “Why don’t you come to my flat?”

Echo was startled. “Are you sure?”

“There’s a private landing platform that accesses my suite at the Pantoran embassy. I’m sending the coordinates and access code now.”

“In that case, I’ll see you soon,” he said.

Riyo paced in her suite, unaccountably nervous. It was strange; she could easily give a speech to tens of thousands of senators and dignitaries, but as she checked and rechecked her reflection to make sure her hair wasn’t doing anything strange and she didn’t have anything stuck in her teeth, her body filled with jittery energy. She smoothed her hands over her blouse, trying to brush away some of the wrinkles it had accumulated after a long day of committee sessions and meetings with constituents.

The door chimed. Not the main door; the private entrance at the back of her suite. A quick glance at the security holocams revealed Echo, helmeted and in full armor. Riyo’s heart lodged in her throat as she hurried to admit him. The door slid open, and Echo removed his helmet.

“Hello,” she said, feeling suddenly shy.

“Ma’am,” he said with a formal nod, and she realized this was just as awkward for him. Somehow, that eased her nerves.

“Please come in,” she said.

He glanced quickly around the room as he entered, and she wondered if he was looking for threats. It must be practically instinctive for him by now. His eyes came to rest on her, and he gave her a small, gentle smile that sent warmth tingling through her.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he said.

“Of—of course!” she stammered. “You seemed like you might need to talk to a friend.”

“Is that what we are?” he asked. “Friends?”

“I hope so,” she said.

“I hope so, too,” he replied. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope we could also be more. Is that something you want?”

There was something refreshing about his directness, accustomed as she was to the doublespeak and prevarication of her fellow politicians.

“I think you know the answer,” she said.

“I need to hear you say it,” he replied, taking a step closer to her.

Oh, stars, he smells amazing.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He raised his hand to her face, trailing his fingers along her jaw, brushing his thumb over her lips. She swallowed thickly as her breath became shallow and fast. She closed the space between them, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” she said softly.

He slid his hand to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair, and then he kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, and Riyo let out a quiet, involuntary moan as his tongue brushed against hers. She felt as though she were drowning in him—his taste, his scent, his touch. When their lips parted, she gradually became aware that her arms had wrapped around him, seemingly of their own volition, as she had explored his armored body with her hands. He was holding her, too, his prosthetic arm wrapped firmly around her waist, and he traced a path down her throat with his thumb.

His gaze roamed over her, taking in the way her lips parted and her breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, the way her wide eyes gave away too many of her thoughts, and she felt vulnerable, exposed, as though he had laid bare her entire soul. Look away, her mind begged. Don’t let him see. It’s too soon for you to feel this way. What if he thinks you’re a pathetic little girl with a silly crush? He could destroy you, grind your heart beneath his heel and leave you a mangled, bloody mess.

But somehow, as she looked deeply into his eyes, she knew that he would never, ever do that. That he would carry her heart as carefully and securely as he did his own. And so, she traced her hands lightly down his chest plate until she reached the belt that held up his heavy kama and unbuckled it with a deft movement. Next, she slipped her fingers beneath the shoulder straps of his cuirass until she found the clips that held the two pieces together, and one by one, she teased them open. She removed the plates carefully, setting them aside, and then stroked her palms down his chest and abdomen, feeling the firm, wiry muscles beneath the dark red fabric of his jacket.

He watched her with undisguised hunger, and when she stood on her tiptoes to lick the bit of exposed skin at the top of his neck, he snapped, pulling her body tightly against his and crushing his lips to hers in a ravenous kiss. He walked her backward until she pressed against the wall, and when he rocked his hips against her, she could feel the rigid length of his cock through their clothing.

“Oh, stars,” she panted, breaking away from his lips. But he didn’t end the kiss; he worked his mouth across her jaw and down her throat, licking and biting and sucking gently on her skin, and the sounds she made would have embarrassed her if she hadn’t been so aroused. “Don’t stop, Echo, please don’t stop.”

She felt his hand cup her breast and dimly wondered when he’d unbuttoned and slipped her blouse off her arms, but it didn’t matter, because he was making his way down her chest with that incredible, talented mouth of his, and then he was kneeling in front of her, and when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, her legs nearly gave out. She tugged at his pauldrons until they clattered to the floor, and then she felt the waistband of her trousers loosen and the fabric slide down her hips, leaving her utterly exposed.

Echo paused long enough to bite down on the fingertip of his glove and yank it off, and then Riyo felt the smooth, glorious slide of his skin against hers as he grasped her inner thigh and glided his hand upwards. She cradled his head in her hands as he sucked on her breasts, and when his fingertips brushed over her sex and felt her slippery arousal, he groaned against her.

“Fuck, Riyo,” he said, sitting back on his heels to take in the sight of her. “Look how beautiful you are. So, so kriffing beautiful.”

He leaned forward until he was nearly pressed against her, but before he touched her, he raised his eyes to her face.

“Is this all right?” he asked, his honey-gold eyes wide and serious.

“Yes, please yes,” she said. “Please, Echo, I need you to—oohh—”

Her brain skidded to a halt and took her power of speech with it as Echo slid his tongue into her, latching his lips over her cunt.

“Fuck!” she gasped, her voice barely a breath. “Gods, fuck, I can’t—”

He dropped lower and leaned forward, stroking his scomplink up the inside of her calf and encouraging her to drape her leg over him. His height made it a little difficult for her to reach, but once Riyo rested her thigh on his shoulder, he moved in between her legs, his tongue diving deep inside her as his thumb traced firm circles around her clit, not pressing directly on the sensitive flesh, but finding the perfect rhythm to drive all the thoughts from her head. Quiet grunts of pleasure escaped him, as though he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life.

Riyo was less controlled than Echo. She tried to keep her voice down so as not to draw the attention of the guards outside the doors of her suite, but she couldn’t suppress her whimpers and gasps as Echo devoured her like a man starved. Her leg trembled as pleasure swirled tightly through her body. Echo flattened his palm against her belly and slid up her body to cup her breast, squeezing gently and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He gazed worshipfully up at her from between her thighs, and she locked eyes with him as the pressure in her abdomen finally snapped and sent her hurtling into ecstasy.

Her body crumpled, but Echo caught her, clamping his hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her cries, even as he wrecked her over and over with his mouth. At last, when he had wrung every last shuddering drop of pleasure out of her body, he lowered her onto his lap and wrapped her comfortingly in his arms, stroking his hand gently across her skin.

“That’s it, love,” he whispered in her ear. “That’s my lovely girl. You look so beautiful like this. You make such pretty sounds when you come. I hated to stop you. I wanted to hear every little moan and gasp and scream. Next time, love.”

Riyo shook her head. “Bedroom,” she gasped. “Soundproof.”

Echo smiled. “Lead the way.”

Cerra didn’t look up when the barracks door opened. The mattress shifted as Rex sat next to her on the bunk. He leaned close to peer at the holo she held.

“Was that at 79’s?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

In the picture, Tup’s long hair tumbled around his shoulders as Cerra hugged him close. They were both laughing uproariously as Fives made a crude gesture at the holocam. She remembered the night with crystal clarity, even though they’d all just done a round of shots with Jesse and Kix when Kix snapped the holo. Jesse had been teasing Tup about his non-regulation hair and had threatened to shave it off next time Tup fell asleep.

“Never!” Cerra had exclaimed, shrieking with laughter as she wrapped her arms around Tup’s head. “I’ll protect you, Tup!”

“Kix took this about five minutes before we all got bounced for being too loud,” Cerra said. “I’m honestly surprised we didn’t end up in the Corrie drunk tank.”

Rex cupped Cerra’s chin in his hand and tilted her face toward him. “Do you need bacta?”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”

He leaned in to confirm that she wasn’t seriously injured then stroked along her jaw. “You’re going to have a nice bruise. Gregor is going to kick my ass when he finds out how you got it.”

“I’ll tell him I had an argument with the speeder, and the speeder won,” she said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve dropped a vehicle on myself.”

“I’m sorry I hit you,” he said.

“No need to apologize, Rex. I know it was an accident.”

“Echo didn’t mean to hurt you, either,” Rex said in a low voice.

“I know,” she said. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’ll talk to him in a bit.”

“He took the bike out for a spin,” he said. “It’s just us for now.”

“Just like the bad old days,” she said with the faintest flicker of humor. “Maker forbid.”

Rex had slept like the dead for more than half a day, but he still looked exhausted: the kind of bone-deep weariness that could never be cured by a mere few hours of extra rest. She wondered if she looked like that, too. His thigh felt reassuringly warm and solid as it pressed along her leg, and she shifted a little, seeking the comfort of his touch.

His breath ghosted softly across her skin, and she swayed unconsciously closer to him, close enough to see the individual hairs of the stubble on his jaw, close enough to smell the soap they all shared on his skin. His thumb traced back down her cheek, and when she raised her eyes, his gaze was riveted to her mouth.

“I’m not him, Cerra,” he whispered.

“I know,” she said quietly. “And I’m not her.”

At last, Rex dragged his eyes away from her mouth and shot her a rueful smile. “Quite a pair, aren’t we?”

She tried and failed to return his smile, then closed her eyes as he dropped his forehead to rest against hers.

“Rex?” she asked without opening her eyes.

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about giving up?”

“Every day,” he said. “You?”

“Every day.”

“Do you think you will?” he asked.

“Never.”

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Next chapter

A/N: Want to read about the night from Cerra's hologram? It's from the first half of this one-shot: "Do It Again."

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yuyan · 9 months

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Hello! How are you?

So, this request is a little specific... if you chose not to write it, it's completely understandable!

Anyway, imagine that a fem!reader is The Traveler (but reader has her own appearance). And, since she has been separated from her twin, she feels particularly lonely on her birthday. Like: she celebrates her day with her friends normally (she wouldn't want to worry them + they do make her feel loved), but, at the end of the day, she's still alone. Her twin's not there to celebrate with her. At midnight, they won't be the first to wish each other a happy birthday. She'll have to blow out all the candles by herself. Her name looks lonely on the cake. And the happy birthday song sounds wrong without his. Her friends are bringing gifts for her only. Not for him. Because he's not there and won't be.

I miss you

A/n: Im sorry I took so long to do this request! I did some of my fav characters, enjoy!~

Kazuha, Ayato, Ayaka, Kaveh and Ganyu x fem!twin traveler! reader (separate)

Tags: light angst, comfort, can be viewed as platonic or romantic

Kazuha 🍁

You stood on the balcony of wangshu inn, overlooking liyue's plains. The cold breeze made you shiver as you counted down the seconds until it hit 12am. The sky was still dark, everyone fast asleep and you knew it was hopeless but deep down you wished your twin brother could hear you say, "happy birthday," as the clock striked 12.

Instead, you heard another familiar voice say,"happy birthday," with you. You turned around to see Kazuha standing behind you with his signature soft smile and a nearly wrapped present in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, "you should be asleep."

"You told me how your brother and you would count down the seconds until midnight so you could wish each other happy birthday," Kazuha explained.

"Kazuha..." you whispered as a small smile crept up onto your face. Despite the overwhelming happiness that flooded your senses, a wave of melancholy swept through, causing small tears to form in your eyes.

Kazuha's eyes widened. He dropped the present to embrace you. "Its ok. We'll find him," he muttered soothingly.

"Thank you Kazuha."

Ayato 💧

You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Ayato had gotten you a new outfit for your birthday. An outfit your brother will probably never see. Will probably never tease you or jokingly say it looks dumb. As you mentally prepared yourself for your birthday party, Ayato knocked on your door. A knock you didn't hear. Instead, your head was filled with dread as the thought of your brother not being there. Not being together on both or you's birthday for the first time since you two were well...born.

The door slid open, making you turn around to see Ayato peaking into your room. He smiled, "you look beautiful. Are you ready to go?"

"Thank you, um," you looked back at the mirror and saw your inteyvat flower on the mirror and a grim look flashed on your face.

"Are you ok?" Ayato asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, lets go," you said, smiling.

Ayato only sighed. "You know we don't have to go if you don't want to, I can just tell Thoma you're not feeling well," Ayato said. "So whats wrong?"

"I-...It's the first time I haven't celebrated my birthday with my brother."

Ayato pursed his lips and walked towards you. He tucked a strand of hair behind your eyes and looked straight into your eyes. "I'm sure whereever your brother is, he's wishing you a happy birthday and missing you." "We can just celebrate by ourselves if you'd like?"

"Yeah, ok thanks."

"I'll go tell Thoma you're not feeling well."

You smiled.

Ayaka ❄️

Everyone had gone home. Only Thoma, Ayaka and you were left, cleaning up. Thoma left to another room to wash the dishes leaving you Ayaka alone, cleaning up the ripped wrapping paper and confetti onthe ground.

"That was a fun party," Ayaka said, a wide close-eyed smile on her face.

"Yeah, especially when Itto ran around screaming because he couldn't handle some spice," you said, laughing. Ayaka giggled at the memory.

A random thought popped into your mind and you stopped laughing, alerting Ayaka. He wasn't here. I couldn't wish him happy birthday. All the cards were for you but not for him. All the wrapping paper was from your presents none from his.

"(Name)?" Ayaka called, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Yes?" you replied.

"I know you miss your brother," Ayaka started.

"Huh? No I mean yes but its ok it doesn't matter," you said, looking down at the floor.

"Everything is going to be ok, we'll find him," Ayaka said, walking towards you. She held your hand gently and have a small smile.

"Thank you."

Kaveh 🎨

"(Name)! Are you ready?" Kaveh called out.

"Oh! Um yeah...be right there!" you replied. You glanced at the photo frame of you and your brother and gave a weak smile. You were going to hang out with your friends. You should be happy... but it didn't feel the same knowing he wouldn't be there. "Happy birthday, I miss you."

"(Name)? Who are you talking to-oh," Kaveh stopped at the doorway of your room, glancing between you and the photo on your bedside table. "Are you ok?" "Actually don't answer that, that was a stupid question."

Kaveh hugged you, rubbing your back gently as tears welled up in your eyes. "I just miss him you know?" you said, between sobs.

"I know," Kaveh whispered. "I miss my dad a lot even though your brother isn't dad but you know?"

"Yeah, I know," you said, pulling away from him. You wiped your tears away and looked up at Kaveh who had a sad smile.

"We're gonna do many fun things today though! Ok? I'll make this your best birthday ever," Kaveh said.

You giggled, "Ok."

Ganyu 💤

The sky was still dark, everyone probably in their beds sleeping soundly. However, you were sitting by the window ledge, staring out the window, gazing at the stars.

"(Name)? Why aren't you asleep?" Ganyu asked, rubbing her eyes as she let out a yawn. She stretched out her arms and walked towards you. "We have work tomorrow you know?"

"I know," you said, never tearing your eyes away from the window.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Ganyu offered, taking a seat next to you. "I can make you prosperous peace."

You smiled, finally looking at ganyu. "You don't have to do all of that." "It's just its going to be...well it is my birthday today," you started, looking at the clock that said 12,"and I've never celebrated my brother's and I's birthday without him."

Ganyu observed you carefully as you ranted about how much you missed him. "It's going to be ok. You'll find him, I'm sure of it and then the two of you will be the happiest you've ever been! After all they say distance makes the heart grow fonder," Ganyu said.

"Yeah I'm sure you're right. Thank you," you said, smiling at her.

"No problem," Ganyu said.

Bonus:

"Your highness, your breakfast is ready," an abyss lector said.

"Ok I'll be there soon," a boy said. The boy looked at a photo on his bedside table, a photo that was framed in an elegant gold photo frame, a photo of you and him. There was a small cake in front of it, his and yours name written on it. His name felt lonely on the cake without yours under it, it felt weird so he tried his best to pipe it out. Your name a little wobbly but it would do. "Happy birthday sister," he said gently, smiling softly, placing an inteyvat flower in front of it.

A/N: New chapter out for the art of love - the series tomorrow! :D

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relax-and-read-on · 5 months

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2024, Hello!

What a year it has been, right?

I usually try to talk only about warhammer 40k on this blog. I don't like mention if my personal life, or politics, or even other fandom, really. That said, this year was... Far from easy for me. Health problem, job problem, finances, politiques, (shout out to all the queer french canadian who are also scared shitless!), moving in a new place, insane inflation....

I had given myself the huge objective to publish 200k words for 2023. At the end, this is the result:

108k words. You can also add about 50k of unpublished original work. Here is the list of fic that I have published/updated in 2023 (by view count), and some little thought/insight on them:

Agency - My big fem primarch au. You can really see me grow, if you read it from start to finish. It's been *years* since I started this fic, at this point, the ending that I have planned is like my white whale. One day.... One day, I will defeat it. Terribly hard to write but SO satisfying

Tales of different lives - if Agency is my dark nemesis, than my planet swap is coming home to a soft bed. It's so easy and FUN to write that au. I know not everyone like the lighter take toward the world this one take, and that's ok. Sometime... It's just nice, to have softer things, especially after such a year.

Phantom of the (warhammer?)-pera - I am begging you. On my knees. Read this one. It's my fav thing I have ever written. It's so much fun. It's totally INSANE and I loved every moment of it. I want to go back and fight the formatting again, to finish implanting all the notes. They are SO much fun. Also has AMAZING cover art by @skrankku !

Five times People tried and failed to Seduce Roboute Guilliman to Chaos... - Absolute surprised to me how people loved that fic. Ngl, I was actually sick/very depressed when I wrote it, but it warm heart that other enjoyed it.

This Once Nearly Was Mine - This one does not count, it's @kingwithpaintedfingers AMAZING Vulkan's POV to Castle of Glass, my Mortarion/Vulkan soulmate au. I am amazed and humbled to be able to work with such a great writer, and be able to call you a friend. I HIGHLY recommend all their work.

Trust - I had to actually check that one, and turns out, it was the update to my Talos/Septimus fic! Can you believe that I forget my own fic?! I am silly. Surprisingly delightful. I need to write more of this ship.

Birdcage - written for an exchange, specifically for @funboxsupreme , another criminally good writer. This fic, in my humble opinion, is some of my best writing. Extremely dark, I also SOMEHOW managed some really cool "special effect" in it, and I am PLEASED with myself.

In the Garden - a VERY quick and horny piece for Nan, a PROLIFIC writer whom I cannot help but be in awe of (also heeeelp I don't have your tumblr, poke me and I will tag you!)

Old Crows and Young Cardinals - This is an interesting one! This fic seem barely started, but it's mostly because the rest of it require MASSIVE planning and careful writing, as it deal with time travel and has a stupidly complex plot. I cannot wait to unveil more of it.

By proxy - hehehe, another really cool gift for a friend, this time for Lieara/Allyria! Even if this list is making me realise how many of yall tumblrs I don't know. I feel like an Old man trying to remember phone number lmao.

Day 2 - Bootworship and Sister of battle - a fun little fic part of the "40 kink for 40k" challenge that I NEED to continue, started by the wonderful @iapetusneume . Also.... Lesbian. Need more Lesbian.

The only way - A other fic that I had completely forgotten that I wrote. It's such a strange feeling, to reread your own words and go "I did this??" It's not bad, but it was written during one of those hard period of the year, and as such feel extra alien to me.

Day 1 - Geneseed, but sexy and Homeworld - another 40k for 40 kink fic, this one was a LOT of fun to write! Amd kinda specifically made for @bobthebobhere , another good friend in this fandom!

The miracle of science (and children) - a gift fic that was supose to be part of an exchange, but took too long! This one is for @shootertron-stuff , an artist that I highly respect and love! If you like it kinky, go tead their stuff, they are an inspiration.

In the Lion's Den. - Hahahahahaha lmao. So, fun fact: On reddit, there is a user who post horribly misogynist/homophobic Tau torture porn with his OC chapter. I got mad, and wrote a spit gay porn fic of his OCs. To his credit, he rolled with it and was amused at it. I still don't like him, and never will, but I have his blessing to keep it up, so!

The Bird, The Wolf and the Keeper - a little experiment, in poetry format fic. I liked it well enough, and will attempt some more in 2024 I think :)

(A secret fic exchange, yet to be revealed)

(another one!)

So.... 18 fics total. I think there should be pride in that. I like the variety of them, even if I want to push out more, do more unique and stranger fic, for 2024. It was a difficult year, but creating so much made it easier, made it more worth it. I am... Happy, with it all.

If you have questions about my fics, now is the time! Otherwise, I will see you soon, with more writing, and more joy in sharing.

I wish you all a wonderful year 2024, better than the last, safety, comfort, and peace. May we all had fun in this fandom!

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #warhammer fanfic #warhammer community #my fics #my fanfic

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saintqueer · 7 months

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I'm sorry you got harassed again just from a simple post with a (imo pretty valid) opinion. If that person is the same that answered your post by reblogging and repplying on their blog with unnecessary hate (apparently queer but a solo louie) then it's the one I just blocked. I love to currate my experience in this fandom. Anyway I just wanted to say, I used to love your posts in this fandom! I lost track of your blog and thought you'd disappeard. I'm glad to see you're still on Tumblr and enjoying other fandoms. I'm well aware of how toxic this fandom can get (between the hets, the solos often queer themselves but hating on queer larries and more, to many groups to count tbh, louis' attitude on social media ect), especially when you dare to voice an opinion, which I'm mostly don't lol. I'm staying for the art, the fics, the great memes and ofc the music and the people. You're "y'all" made me think 'I Hope she still got good times and friends out if it. I made some great friends in the larries bunch myself. Anyway sorry for the rant, I lost track of what was my point here. Just was happy to see you pop on my dash through a mutual and wanted to say so I guess?? So once again thank you for the fun times I had reading your posts back in the days; have a great time out here, enjoying your favs fandoms, you do you! Sending love xx

so i was trying to avoid posting any anons regarding prev fandom discourse but i opened this one and read it through and it was just so amazing i had to respond, not just in tags 🥹🥹

of course, it's lovely to hear that you liked my posts on fandom back in the day etc but what really got me was when you wanted to make sure i still got good times and friends out of it, that nearly made me cry

because YEAH I FUCKING DID 🥺😩🥺🥹🥲

blue ( @wastelandbabyblue ) is literally one of the coolest people i've ever known while also being one of the kindest and funniest. id literally kill to meet her one day in person. i still keep up with brenda and several others i met in her og discord, some of which are the only remaining 1d fandom blogs i still follow here - they are so kind and funny and i still talk to them occasionally in a fandom discord i stayed in because i didn't want to lose touch with them.

and 🥹🥹🥹

i met 8 of who i would consider my closest friends in the whole world through fandom. through the most insane wild and unruly fandom discord drama, i literally located my found family: wedo, nino, iza, katja, olia, hanis, chloe, and su

we talk everyday still even though we live all over the world and we talk about nearly everything except fandom nowadays and they've helped me survive living day to day through some of the worst moments of my life. i don't know what i'd do if i didn't have them in my life

last night, i had a bit of a shame spiral thinking about all the time energy money i devoted to the 1d fandom. i felt embarrassed for being so loud about something that ended in so much disappointment. it wasn't fun and i know it was probably triggered by being involved in some discussions i hadn't been in so long

so when i opened this ask, anon, it reminded me so much that whatever was lost from that time, so much more was gained. the embarrassment of remembering dancing around like a fool with a rainbow flag for someone who couldn't even say something as simple as "look at all those colors" pales in comparison to the lifelong friendship i gained with these 8 beautiful women all across the globe

nothing will ever compare to the people i met and the way they feel closer to family than any of my blood ever felt

i'm glad that you found so much goodness as well and thank you for reminding me that it was all worth it for what i got

#anon

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thesweetnessofspring · 27 days

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okay so since you've liked my post about the fake fic tag game, as my fav author of an on going fic, I shall bestow you with these tags: regency!everlark, bestfriend's brother!peeta (maybe madge's?), slowburn, suppressed tension, ball of the season just because i'm intrigued how you'll write some regency era with your creative writing style. Love ya!

Oh thank you, that is so sweet! And I love Regency!Everlark so this is fun! I did take a little bit of liberty with the best friend's brother, but given the language they used back in the Regency era, Madge would still call him her brother. And for those of you who don't know yet, this is from the fake fic ask game.

Title

Summary: At twenty-two years old and with no prospects, Katniss Everdeen's life is going the way of the governess, though she far prefers that work to marrying a gambler, cheater, or bore. Her dearest friend Madge Mellark, however, is certain that if Katniss comes with Madge and her husband to Town, that she can find her a match before Caesar Flickerman's end of the season ball. Katniss agrees to go to prove everyone--her friend, her sister, her mother--that there is no one who could tempt her to marriage. In Town, Katniss is not the only one Madge is helping search for a spouse. Madge's brother-in-law, Peeta, is finished with university and tasked by his mother to find a rich heiress to supplement the income of a second son or else be cut off from his inheritance entirely. Together, they enter a pact to protect one another from horrendous matches and obtain information about their prospects. Only when Peeta meets Glimmer Fairchild, a rich heiress with seemingly no flaw, does Katniss begin to realize that there is one man whom she could accept as a husband, but he could never accept her.

Excerpt:

Mr. Peeta Mellark stepped in front of Katniss, his stocky build blocking her slight one from the sight of Mr. Cato Thompson. She waited as still as possible until he continued past them, into the crowds of others at the assembly hall.

"This shall be the last dance of the evening, so you have successfully avoided Mr. Thompson," Peeta said. "I expect that in your diary tonight, you might properly credit me with the role of a wall you took vigil behind."

"Suppose I do not keep a diary?" Katniss asked, a challenging eyebrow raised up.

"Then in your letter to your dear sister," Peeta said. "For the way you speak of her, you must be writing her daily."

"I should, if your sister did not keep potential suitors in the drawing room all morning."

"Now that I am returned, we shall be sharing her attention on that matter," Peeta said. "So I am certain you shall have time to tell your sister of my usefulness to you."

Katniss observed Peeta and his somber expression at the turn of his mentioning the pursuit of a wife. She knew her disagreeable nature made the prospect of matrimony far from compelling, but what had he to fear? If he could speak with her all evening, then he could be happy with nearly any woman there was.

"The bonds of marriage coming on you too swift from the university?" Katniss asked.

"I have not ever feared that," Peeta said. "Except that my mother has in mind the sort of woman I am to marry, and our opinions on the matter do not match."

"Then I shall be your wall, as you are mine," Katniss cried. Then she looked down at her figure that had been called sickly more than once and and said, "Or, perhaps a fence will do?"

Peeta laughed. "Though your figure is small, you are stronger than any fortress, and I am grateful to your protection."

#fake fic ask game #everlark #regency!everlark

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martyrmurdock · 2 years

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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐘!

♡ note: the picture above is one of my fav images ever <3 it was created by @/catcrumb!

♡ pairing: matt murdock x gn reader

♡ word count: 1k

♡ tags: fluff, sweetheart used as a pet name for reader

Matt Murdock knows you’re standing outside of his apartment before you even have an opportunity to knock on his door. He recognizes the pattern of your footsteps, the rhythm of your heartbeat, the scent of your shampoo and conditioner, the sound of your periodic inhales and exhales- he recognizes it all. The only thing that Matt does not recognize is a scent accompanying you. Fresh and light and floral, Matt can hazard a guess, a pretty accurate one at that, of the origin of the scent, but he’ll be able to confirm his thoughts once he lets you inside.

By the time you knock on his door, exactly three times in an easily identifiable sequence, Matt has already stood up from his seat at his dining table, away from the array of documents and case files that cover its surface, and crossed the room to the entrance of his apartment. He undoes the lock and turns the door handle, opening his door wide open for you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt greets, a smile growing on his lips. Smiles come to him easier when you’re around. His hand rests around the hard edge of the door, fingers pressing against the smooth wood. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Matty!” you warmly say in return, reaching forward to squeeze the crook of his elbow in an affectionate manner. You retract your hand, but the warmth of your palm lingers. “Well, I was in the area, and since I was around, I wanted to swing by and see you. Sorry for not giving you a heads up,” you sheepishly say, and Matt can hear your blood rush towards the surface of your skin.

He nearly frowns- you shouldn’t feel bad for dropping by unannounced. Sure, he would appreciate you informing him that you’d visit him before you actually did (so he could have ample time to tidy up his living space), but having you stop by is a surprise that he happily welcomes. He acts quickly to rid you of your worries. “Don’t feel bad about that, sweetheart. I’m happy you stopped by. I needed to take a break from work anyways,” he assures you. Upon hearing Matt’s words, your heart rate begins to even out and the burning warmth of your skin cools - outcomes that Matt hoped would occur.

You laugh lightly, and the corners of Matt’s lips tug upward.

“Matt Murdock taking a break? That’s practically unheard of,” you tease as Matt steps aside, allowing you room to enter his apartment. He closes the door behind you, making sure to lock it before he follows you further into his living space.

“That is not true. I take plenty of breaks,” Matt says, raising a hand up in protest. You stop in the middle of the apartment, in the space between his couch and dining table, and go silent, your doubt loud and clear in your quietness. Matt amends his previous statement. “Sometimes, I take breaks.” With your continued silence and the feeling of your eyes boring into his head, Matt speaks up again after a brief moment. “Okay, maybe, occasionally,” he finally concedes. You huff in mild amusement.

“Now, that sounds about right,” you say, clearly taking pleasure in poking fun at Matt. He shakes his head at you, but a smile stays present on his lips.

“What were you doing before this?” Matt asks as he moves towards his kitchen. He opens up a cabinet, takes out a glass, and fills it up with water as he waits for you to tell him about your day before coming over to visit him.

“Not too much. I was just running around, doing a few errands I needed to get done today, but that reminds me!” You cut yourself off and walk over to where Matt’s standing. He sets down the glass of water he filled up for you on the kitchen counter and faces you. The floral scent that he could smell earlier is much stronger now, filling the air of his apartment with its sweet aroma. “I got these for you,” you brightly say as you push something against his chest. Matt’s hands wrap around it, crinkling paper in the process.

It’s a bouquet of flowers.

“Flowers?” Matt hesitantly asks. He adjusts his grip on the bouquet, lifting it closer to his face and inhaling its scent. It’s a relatively mild scent- delicate and sweet and not overwhelming to Matt’s sensitive sense of smell. He’s not familiar enough with flower species to be able to know what flowers make up the bouquet simply based on their scent.

“Yeah, I passed by a flower stand when I was walking around, and when I saw these, they caught my eye.” You place your hands over Matt’s, your fingers easily slipping into the spaces between his own. You gently squeeze, mindful of how fragile the bouquet in Matt’s grasp is. “They reminded me of you.”

Matt raises a brow.

“How so?”

“Oh, you know,” you say, the smile evident in your voice. You move a hand off the back of Matt’s and gently rub your fingers against one of the bouquet’s flower petals. “They’re red just like your glasses, which is why they caught my attention in the first place. But the shopkeeper told me that they’re specifically red amaryllis. Do you know what they symbolize, Matty?”

Matt shakes his head. “Can’t say that I do, sweetheart. Botany was my weakest subject in school,” he jokes, eliciting a spark of warm laughter from you.

“Red amaryllis symbolize,” you start saying, wrapping your arms around Matt’s shoulders as you speak. Matt winds his arms around your waist, careful to not accidentally crush any of the flowers you gifted him. “Passion,” you continue, dragging your fingers through Matt’s brown hair, scratching at his scalp with the edges of your nails. “Attraction.” Your chest is flush against Matt’s, and he can feel the thumping of your heart vibrate through his body. “And love,” you murmur against Matt’s lips.

Matt tightens his arms around you. “Really?” he says, lowering his volume to match your soft one.

“Mhm.”

Matt smiles.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Matt says- quiet and reverent- before he closes the little distance between you and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. The flowers are forgotten for the moment, but later, Matt will place them in the only vase he owns and display them on his dining room table, smiling to himself whenever he inhales the sweet mild scent of them and his mind floods with thoughts of you.

#daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x gender neutral reader #daredevil fluff #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #daredevil x gn reader #matt murdock x gn reader #martyr writes #saint.matthew murdock

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generallysapphic · 1 year

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talking to you about everything +18 (riri x reader) part 1

after you and riri pass your finals, you both decide to get high, relax, and talk, as your relationship starts to grow and develop. talking about boundaries, desires, and where you see your relationship heading for the future.

riri my love, you will not rest so long as i can write! y’all wanted this very badly and the playing dumb story line is just so good, i had to continue!! so this is a three part story, bc i’ll be branching off from what the reader and riri talk about in multiple parts so this is a long oneeee

same reader from playing dumb and say it more, so read those before this one!

song inspo: LOVE by kendrick lamar

warnings , the usual: overstim, tribbing, multiple orgasms, talk of sex, praise kink, squirting, recreational drug use, name calling, light bullying, mentions of lesbianaphobia, talk of kinks and boundaries, mentions of previous slightly abusive relationships.

Dedicated To; @vlkyriesverse @verachii 🤎🤎

tag list! @nightlife-things @widowmakker @luvvtrinnii @no-oneelsebutnsu @playgurlxoxo @dejaonline @remwritess @letitias-fav @blackgcomica @rebellious-mutant @chidinma @ppawmpkin @an1meslvt @shuristan101 @quintessencewrites @chiimerangel @yvxmpire @rxcently

enjoy 🫶🏽

your hands still feel cold, even through the gloves you wear as you stand outside, waiting for the professor to post grades.

you know you passed, that’s not really what you’re worried about, you just want to see how well you did. a couple of students start letting out “finally”’s once the professor comes out and tapes the grades to the door. he turns to settle you all, “alright, alright, it’s early as hell and it’s right before break so get a picture or a quick look and then go back to your dorms, enjoy your breaks.”

he shuts the door and everyone piles the the front, cameras out and ready. you squint and adjust your glasses, trying to get a good look before you give up and just take a picture and shove your way through the crowd.

your eyes follow your last name. y/n y/ln………97%

you smile, so proud of yourself and your thoughts immediately jump to, i have to tell riri, and your face heats up, even in the cold.

you pull your scarf over your face, and head to her dorm. you had been dating riri officially for some months now and it’s so perfect, she’s practically your every waking thought. you used to just keep to yourself, never really sharing your grades and minding your business, but riri made you feel so proud. she never let you dumb yourself down, and even though she definitely got a higher grade than you, she always made sure to celebrate you as you did her.

so sweet, so loving, you blushed and suddenly you were at her door, the trip nearly cut in half as you’ve been so many times, it’s ingrained in your mind. she’s at the door before you even knock, an expectant smile on her face. you laugh, “97!” and she laughs with you, hugging you tightly, and picking you up. she’s practically spinning you around before you tap on her shoulders to put you down, almost dizzy.

“okay, okay! let me in cmon i’m freezing,” and riri laughs and pulls you into a kiss as you both back into her dorm, shutting the door behind you. you wrap your arms around her and pull her closer, sighing deeply into her mouth. riri’s kisses were practically a fucking drug, you could feel your mind floating away as she maneuvered you out of your coat.

she moves you both against her desk and you moan, she’s worked up, you conclude, as riri’s hands move lower and lower, squeezing your butt and you moan a bit into her mouth. “ahh, riri, wait,” you say softly, and she pulls back, eyes blown and lips wet.

“oh, sorry, i thought we were about to have celebratory sex,” she says all too confidently and casually, and you stutter still not used to her boldness. “i— im not saying we’re not, i just— you didn’t even show me your grade for your finals.” you deflect, avoiding her gaze and she chuckles and grabs her phone, showing you a picture of her grades. 98%, of course, you sigh and lean closer, “congrats, i literally hate you,” you say sarcastically and laugh.

riri laughs with you, “i know, i know. now can we have celebratory sex since we won’t have to deal with lectures from the worst people alive?” and you smile and nod,

“yeah, we can,”

“haa, fuck— fuck,” you huff out, the music behind you drowning out as riri held your legs open, one hand soothing over your thighs. she’s practically swallowing you, it feels like, her fingers stretching you out at a slow pace and her mouth sucking on your clit, and you toss your head back, feeling your orgasm rush over you.

you hold onto her hand, gasping, “riri, riri fuck— i’m cumming— i’m cumming, baby, fuck—!” and she moans against your pussy, letting you know you could let go and you do, pulsing against her and feeling your thighs flex under her hands. you let out a long drawn out moan, whimpering in overstimulation once youre done, pulling away from her slightly, and she does the same. riri comes up to your mouth, kissing you and letting you taste yourself, moaning in your mouth when you do the same.

the song changes behind you, and riri pulls away “good?” she asks, breathless and mouth still glossy from your cum. and you nod, licking your mouth slightly, “your turn?” she smiles, “yeah, but i want you on top, is that okay?” and you shy up but giggle and nod, sitting up as riri takes off her shirt and lays down, opening her legs and you climb on top of her.

you always loved tribbing with riri, even though you weren’t a fan of it before, riri had made you a fucking porn star when you two did this, riding against her like she was your only life line. you slowly lowered yourself on top of her, your clit kissing and she lets out a curse, watching you eagerly, and holding eye contact. you close your eyes both to avoid her gaze and to focus on your pleasure, beginning to move slowly against her, and your holding on to her thigh. your clits start rubbing slowly against the other and you moan, and riri squeezes your thighs in her hands, sighing lowly.

the friction of her clit on yours has you gasping already, still coming down from your last orgasm. you don’t why you agreed to be on top, your legs were already giving out and the support from riri’s thighs wasn’t helping, your legs shaking as you felt another orgasm spark inside you, suddenly right at your pussy, you moan, quietly, “i don’t— uhhnn riri i can’t, i can’t —” tears threatened to spill from your eyes and riri shushes, soothing over your thighs, “it’s alright baby, just let me feel you yeah? be my good girl, it’s okay,” and you gasp, the praises spiking your brain directly and causing you to speed up in your hips, moving with more vigor, wanting so bad to hear her again.

you could hear how wet you both sounded after not too long, the sound of your slick combing right under her moans and her music. you decided to look at her, riri’s mouth agape and her watching your pussies rub together has you tossing your head back, overwhelmed at the sight of her. you twitch slightly, obviously overstimulated, but wanting to make her cum has you rutting harder and harder against her.

and before you know it, riri’s cumming before you do again, you can tell, she’s cursing louder and louder, biting at her lip and thrusting up towards you. you huff, “you close?” and she whimpers out an “mhmm, fuck—” such a lovely noise, and you want to push her over and have her cum against you, she babbling now, “fuck, fuck, make me cum baby, god fuck i’m so close, you feel so fucking good, fuck—!” and you moan in tandem with her as she cums, hips stuttering and nails digging into your thighs and you feel it— her pussy is twitching under yours, a slew of curses and moans leaving her mouth and you buck against her, your orgasm right behind hers.

riri’s rubbing up and down your thighs now, whispering “good girl, so pretty for me,” as you ride your orgasm out, your pussy squirting and squeezing around nothing, and your head lulls forward, you feel yourself shaking and sighing. riri leans up and kisses you, capturing all the air in your mouth and you wrap your arms around her again, moaning softly as she rubs your back.

she pulls away first, “you’re so sweet yknow,” and she sounds practically high, mumbling and eyes low and you giggle, “i should say that about you, you’re so nice to me,” and riri chuckles, “i was talking about your mouth but thank you,” and you scoff, shoving her playfully, both laughing a bit, as you two start to move and lay down next to each other, letting your bodies calm down.

her music is soft in the background and it’s a comfortable silence before riri sits up, “imma get some clothes, you want my hoodie?” and you nod, starting to head to the bathroom yourself.

it’s so nice, you think, having a girlfriend like riri, all she does is just make you happy. you think back to your previous relationships and how you felt like you were pretending to be someone else or how much you hated yourself in those situations and it’s just never like that with riri. you smile at the sink in the mirror as riri hands you her hoodie, dressed with some shorts on, “whatchu thinking about?”

you smile at her, putting on her hoodie that covers your whole body, “you. how much i like you,” you say boldly and riri chuckles, “well i hope so, i wash my sheets damn near every week because of you, that dorm laundry mat is not cheap, baby,” and you laugh, “oh whatever, you love it! just reminds you of great my pussy is,” and riri lets out a hard laugh at that, and you lean over and kiss her cheek, smiling to yourself and walking back over to her bed, and yep, it’s still a little damp.

she sits next to you, sighing, “finally on break, fuck. what’re you doing?” you shrug a bit, being honest. “i don’t know honestly. i can’t go back home so maybe i’ll get a little air bnb or something,” and riri looks at you solemnly, “right, yeah,”

you had told riri about your mom, your whole family even, and how little support they had given you, during college and even after you came out. it was hard, doing a lot of everything on your own and riri had assured you that regardless of where you came from she’d be there for you. but most breaks you had spent alone, this being your first break with riri, so who knows where you two might end up.

riri speaks again, trying to get your brain away from what she knew you were thinking about, “hey i already told you, you got a room in chicago, baby, or even if you wanna stay here, i can get us like a little mini apartment or something.” you laugh a bit and shake your head, “no, god, riri don’t waste your money on me, i’ll be fine,” and you get up before she can retort and change the subject, “wanna smoke?” you ask to completely throw her off.

it works, “since when do you smoke?” she asks, smirking, most likely proud she’s had an influence on you. “just, causally, don’t get too excited now,” and she laughs, pulling her lighter from behind her pillow as you go for your bag.

you huff out a puff of smoke, riri’s music still playing in the background as you scroll on her wishlist, “why do you want a blender?” you say, probably too loudly, riri’s laying down with her eyes closed and joint in hand. she stirs up, “you said you liked smoothies that one time, and that smoothie king was too fucking expensive so i figured we’d make some at home, instead,” she says and takes another huff.

you smile to yourself and feel your face heat up. most of the wishlist items weren’t even for her, they were for you, you had noticed. from the skirt you really wanted to small things like her agreeing to making smoothies for you instead of buying them out. and you don’t miss what she says either, ‘we’d make some at home,’ casually referring to her dorm as your shared home. you were over her dorm more often than she was yours too, mostly because her junior housing was much bigger than your sophomore one.

you lay next to her, “okay, so are any of these items for you?” she laughs out some smoke, “yeah, go to my private wishlist, password’s your birthday,” you smirk at her and go back on her page and find it, 26 items, and type in your birthday, gasping once the page pulls up.

it’s a lot of sex toys, some boxers, a couple of books, and some lingerie. you feel your face heat up, scrolling, and getting more and more hints of what riri was into, “am i allowed to ask questions about this?” you say, jokingly and she laughs, getting up and grabbing her computer, “yeah, i don’t really care,”

you chew on your lip a bit, not really knowing where to begin, “you like lingerie?” and you glance at riri, who’s sitting back down next you and her face is slightly illuminated by her computer screen, “mostly on other girls,” she says casually, and your mind backpedals into thinking of the implications of what she could mean.

you whisper it out, “you want me to wear lingerie?” and she holds your gaze, “yeah, if you’re up for it. it’s a wishlist because i don’t know what you like, but i know what i do, it’s all hypothetical, baby,”

fuck, okay, you say it before your mind convinces you to not, “do you wanna know? what i like, i mean..” the weed in your veins has made you bold, you assume, and it catches riri’s attention, completely wrapped at what you said and pushing her computer aside, “yeah, yeah i do,” she scoots closer to you, sitting criss cross right in front of you and rubs your thighs, encouragingly.

the soft music in the background plays and you swallow, most likely your pride, and set her phone down. “um, well, i haven’t experimented that much, yknow, i told you about my ex, so yknow i didn’t do a lot,” and riri nods, licking her mouth and holding on to your every word.

you continue, “but, um, i know i like when you’re on top of me, i like it a lot. i like when you do that— take control and hold me down thing, like when you ground me, i think is the term—”

“you like when i tell you what to do?” she gasps out, and you look at her, and nod, suddenly breathless, high, and horny. “yeah, like when you encourage me,”

“praise,” riri nods, and you do too, giggling a bit, “you know everything, huh?” and she laughs dryly, “yeah, well i got around for a bit before you finally talked to me.” you scoff, “you could’ve talked to me, yknow. i mean i wouldn’t have believed it, but you still could have,” and riri smiles, genuinely, before grabbing the joint and inhaling and leaning over blowing out in your mouth. you inhale it and sigh, her lips inches from yours,

“yeah, well, i like obedience. i only praise when it’s deserved,” and you cock your head at her, “what do you mean?” asking honestly and she chuckles a bit, sitting back down, “you’ll see what i mean, maybe later. tell me what else you like, mami,” and she’s rubbing your legs again, just barely past your underwear and you feel yourself grow warm.

you stutter, “um, i haven’t tried it but i think i’d like strapping, like you strapping me, if that makes sense,” and riri’s eyes grow a bit, now more interested, “yeah? like you’d want me to strap you, you’d be okay with that?” and you nod, eagerly and encouraged by her excitement. but a question buzzes in your head, “you’ve strapped before?”

and riri smokes again, nodding and looking off upset, “yeah but she was kinda crazy. we were in this friends but not really friends with benefits situation; i was just eager to experiment because i knew i was gay but like i didn’t know what i liked, just yet. and she didn’t either so she’d strapped me, i’d strap her, all that type of stuff.” you feel jealousy grow at the bottom of your stomach as riri talks about this ex of hers, and she sees it, your nose flaring and the way you’re not making eye contact anymore.

she smirks a bit, “but we broke things off. she transferred and went to a culinary school in cali so calm down, baby,” she whispers the last part, coming closer and kissing your nose. you huff out of it, “yeah, good, because i probably would’ve found her if she was still here,”

and riri laughs, big and loud, surprised by your outward jealousy, and nods, “noted, you get jealous,” and you huff, offended you were so obvious, “maybe, but like how would feel if i random told you all the time my ex fucked me?” and she laughs quietly, “oh i kill her regardless, but not for that, you told me how shitty she was to you, so it’d be for a different reason,”

you mumble and change the subject, “tell me what else you like,” and you take the joint from her hand, and inhale, “well, i found out i really like strapping, and even though i haven’t done it in a while, i’d love to try with you,” she whispers the last part, watching your lips exhale the smoke and you lick them, still feeling bold, “we should order one then,”

riri blinks a couple of times, you were surprising her a lot tonight, and you smile, “i saw the one you wanted on your wishlist. it looks fine, to start, i mean,” and she smiles a bit, “i mean, it’s 6 inches so imma drop down a size, but you’re serious?” and you nod, grabbing her phone and unlocking it, not before seeing her screensaver— a picture of you and her cuddled up, from her laptop.

you find the strap set, a pair of black boxers and a 5’1/2 inch dildo that it comes with, as well some water based lube. riri is watching, still surprised at your readiness to have one. “what? cmon, we were just talking about it, don’t tell me you’re shying up now?” you challenge her and she scoffs out a laugh, “oh no, i’m not, go ahead and order it, but don’t be mad when i fuck you so hard you can’t walk,”

fuck, why would she say that so close to you! you laugh shyly a bit, shocked by her boldness and click purchase, the delivery date for three days from now. you toss her phone, “done. it’ll be here in three days,” you say with false confidence and she smiles again, leaning over and grabbing your face to capture your mouth, kissing you wetly and holding you still. you moan a surprised gasp in her mouth and taste the weed in her lips and the melon flavored chapstick she was wearing and follow her lead, moving slowly against her mouth, and sitting up on your knees.

you’ve done it a million times but making out with riri has you high every time. the internet’s ‘hold on’ is playing in the background and sway slightly, nearly sitting on top of her and she prods at your lips, nearly inviting herself in, moving her tongue around. you moan a bit, fuck, you wanted to fuck her all over again, as if you didn’t just do so not even three hours ago.

riri moves you both until she’s on top of you, rubbing your (her) hoodie up until your nipples are exposed and your practically naked once again. she releases your mouth, panting and looking at you with wide, high eyes.

“keep telling me what you like,” she whispers to you and you alone, breathless, and you nod, high and complacent, and she kisses at your neck and handles one of your breasts in her hand. you moan a bit, squirming, “i like— haaa, i like when you kiss me and call me yours. i love it when you say i’m sweet and that i’m your good girl,” she moans against your neck, “yeah?”

and you nod again and again, she’s kissing down your stomach now, pinching at your nipples and sliding your underwear off, “i like it— i love it when you call me names, when you call me baby and mami and sweetheart— fuck, riri it drives me crazy,” she’s face to face with your pussy now, your leaking and aching like you hadn’t just cum and she kisses at you lips and you gasp and arch, the next thing you were gonna say getting caught in a breathless moan.

“keep talking baby, can you do that for me? be my good girl, okay?” she says into your thighs and you whine, the combination of being high on riri and weed spiking your brain in waves, but you nod nonetheless. “i— i like it when, ungggg— fuck!” and she’s licking at you, swallowing you once more, keeping her mouth sucking on your clit and holding your legs open.

“riri, baby, fuck— i, i can’t, i can’t—!” and you want to whine and give up, just lay there and let her devour you but what riri said hits your head like a train; “i like obedience,” shes saying lowly in your head and you gasp, wet tears spiking your eyes, and you moan. she wants you to listen to her, regardless of what else is going on.

you sigh, “i like, i like when you make me— haaa, i like when you make me ask for it—! unnfffuccckkk, i like when, when— like it when you make me squirt and you keep… fuck.. keep fucking me after i’ve cum— haaaa, riri baby, i can’t, i’m cumming, baby, please—!” and you feel her nod against you, your clit pulsing under her tongue and it washes over, body twitching and twisting in your overwhelming orgasm. you moan and buck, pussy twitching under her mouth yet again, and you sigh out small ‘thank you’s as she pulls away and kisses you mouth, and you sigh, pulling her closer and wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her against you once more.

“mhmm, fuck, you want to?” she whispers against you, and you nod, already moving against her and she slides off and shorts and bucking against you, her pussy slapping against your once more. she gasps against your mouth and sighs, “you wanna know what i like baby?”

and of course you’re all ears, listening to her and your pussies rubbing together, “i love hearing you, love making you cum,” she twists in a way to wear you feel her entire clit on yours, moving harshly against yours, and she uses her hands to settle your shaking thighs as you buck and moan, “i love when you listen to me, when you’re good for me, baby, you’re such a good girl, yknow that mami?” and she sounds so sincere and it makes you toss your head back and gasp, “yes! uhffff, i’m your good girl, all for you, riri, fuck—!”

and it’s all riri needs, she suddenly gasping against your mouth and slowing her thrusts as she cums against your pussy, her legs shaking slightly, as she moans out curses. you feel it just like you felt it not even three hours ago, her low pulses against your own clit cause you to moan and twist, but you still your body so she can finish.

she lays on top of you once she’s done, sighing and gasping as you hold onto her, sighing yourself. riri leans back up and kisses you again, moving your legs around her waist again and you moan; she’s not giving you any pressure or moving you, she’s just holding you against her.

she releases your mouth and lays on the side of you, sighing, “fuck, my legs are weak,” she says quietly and you nod, giggling and agreeing. “pussy’s that good, right?” and tosses her head back to laugh, shoving your arm. she sighs again and calls you quietly,

“thank you, baby,” and you smile, confused, “for what?”

riri shrugs, “for talking to me, for telling me what you want. i really do like that, yknow, like no bullshit. it might be a kink, honestly.” you laugh slightly, “but in all honesty, i appreciate it. i’m happy you talk to me, about anything,”

so fucking sweet. you smile harder, sitting up slightly to kiss her mouth, mumbling, “of course,” before kissing her deeply.

when you wake up, there’s a smoothie on the dresser next to riri’s bed and you wear the shower running. you sigh, and smile, grabbing the smoothie and sitting up to drink. once you’re up and stretched, you open the bathroom door, “thank you!” and riri gasps, “holy shit, you fucking scared me! i thought you were still sleep,” she says signing and you can see her through the shower curtain, your mind wondering back to night before.

“i was just saying thank you, baby, didn’t mean to scare you,” you giggle, and start to strip, setting your smoothie down outside and stepping in the shower, the hot water hitting you immediately. riri sighs as you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a kiss, she mumbles a “good morning” against your mouth and you agree with her, because it actually is.

part one completed!! don’t worry the other two parts will be out soon, y’all know how i do, they’re being worked on right now. also my requests are still closed at the moment, so do be mindful of that before you ask me to do something; i have a set list i’m working on right now, so i’ll let you know when they open again!

i hope you enjoyed and reblogs, replies, and likes are always appreciated! i hope you guys are having a good new year!! 🤎🤎

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