#uh yeah you’re definitely doing it right John
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john sending a thirst trap to caro and their reaction😔🙏 (idk if he would do it so feel free to disregard this💕)
More Sketch prompts!
He doesn’t have a phone but he’d do his best. I’d show you Caro’s reaction but I can’t, cuz they imploded completely.
#thirst trap#sketch prompts#original characters#bare chest#polaroid#snail mail#uh yeah you’re definitely doing it right John#relationships
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easter at the chateau was pretty non existent. atleast until bunny!reader came along.
they’d heard you before they saw you, the sweetest thing clad in white — bunny ears flopping atop your head and basket rumbling in your hand as you run across the dry grass, attracting attention of the two males on the porch.
“happy easter!” you squeal, diving into jj’s arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“jesus girlie, you got a rocket up your ass or what?” he pats your butt, his own smile unable to be hidden, always happy to see you. you jump down, straightening out your skirt.
“hi sweetheart.” john b seems less alarmed, arms crossed as he leans against the front door hinge. “uh, what’chu got there?”
“your first clue!” you pant, still out of breath from your eccentric entrance. you reach into the otherwise nearly empty basket, merely there for appearances and pull out a neatly folded pastel pink card, handing it to john b.
“clue?” he frowns, opening it up as jj wanders curiously over to his side.
“you guys are always chasing treasure so i decided to make you guys a little easter hunt!” you grin, eyes glimmering hopefully at the two. jj points his finger at you.
“now that? that is adorable. can this little hunt maybe like, wait until i’ve had some breakfast? or—”
“you have to do it now!” your voice cracks, looking devastated at his lack of enthusiasm.
“—you know what now is the perfect time for a hunt, actually so— that’s perfect, yeah—”
john b is smiling down at the card, reading the rhyming clue you’d scrawled in pretty little curlicue. it was terribly easy, but incredibly sweet. the brunette touches his chest with a genuine smile, looking back up at you.
“healing my inner child right now, y’know that?”
his blonde best friend snatches the card, adjusting his pants with the other hand as he reads over it. “when’d you have time to hide all these clues around anyway?”
“last night! when you guys were sleeping.” comes your simple smile, fiddling with the lace trim of your mini skirt. they look at you, and then eachother before shrugging.
“yeah, checks out.”
you follow them around, giggling on their tails as they pretend to struggle with your clues. when they arrive at the last card, you scramble away— waiting for them in the bedroom where the hunt ends, shedding your clothes to reveal a frilly white lingerie set, and presenting a carrot cake you’d baked just for them.
when they bust in casually, you’re stood with a grin — stopping them in their tracks. john b’s eyebrows jump up as his gaze rakes over you and jj is quick to fix his cap, licking his lips. “woah—”
“tada! s’me! i’m the prize!” you can barely contain your excitement. small kitten heels with the fluffy ball at the toe tip tapping against the wooden floors. john b is the first to break into a grin, closing in on you.
“you know, i had my suspicions that might be the case, but i didn’t wanna presume…” his voice is warm and deep and you’re already biting your glossy lip, gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars as he strokes the skin around your waist.
“wow, really guys? on such a holy day?” jj sarks with faux disapproval as if he isn’t actively working his belt off his shorts. you thump your foot lightly.
“guys! you have to try the carrot cake first. worked hard on it.” you’re pouting, fluttering spiky black lashes up at your boyfriends as the darker haired of the two twiddles with the white fluffy bunny ears you’d secured to the top of your head.
“yeah screw that.” jj scoffs. you furrow your eyebrows, john b shooting him a look. “oh you know i love your baking babydoll but right now i got my mind on eatin’ one thing and one thing only.” he approaches with a charming smile, dropping a kiss to your lips as john b works your panties down your legs.
“pussy?” the brunette tilts his head.
“yep, pussy. definitely pussy.”
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A little pain with your pleasure
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Adrenaline is a crazy natural drug and you’re driving them crazy with how calm you are • SFW/Small Angst • TW: Stab wounds
Requested by: Anon
“What you got there?”
Glenn’s voice not only startled the poor guy but even cut through Daryl’s thoughts that he forgot for a split second what he had in his hand.
“A Walkman. Found one on a past run”
“Oh, neat. Did you find some cassettes for it? I think there’s like a box of them in the warden’s office but those could also be confessional tapes and I don’t think I wanna know about why a prisoner ended up in prison”
“Me neither. It’s for Y/N. I found some cassettes with it when I found it. Queen, Elton John,…I think there was a Micheal Jackson one. I don’t know.” Daryl scratches the side of his face as he thought about another cassette before shrugging it off. “It was broken when I found it and Sasha helped me fix it for her.”
“Well ain’t that awful sweet of you” Glenn smirks bringing himself to sit across from him on the picnic table. Daryl instantly glaring at the man knowing where he could be going. “I wanna be there when you give it to her. I know she’ll be super excited getting that from you”
“The fuck you mean by that?” Daryl snapped slightly as Glenn shrugged with a smirk. “Speaking of Y/N. Have you seen her?”
“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing. She said if she decided on a 3-Day run that she would help me with the south fence repair when she came back” Glenn sighs running his hand through his hair. “Think she’s out for a week?”
“Mm. Better not. She promised me she’d help with the snares”
“Oh she promised you but didn’t promise me? Obviously she likes a certain someone more than me” He really didn’t catch the hint that Daryl hated the teasing and the glare made him realize he should stop before he’s tossed into a walker. “Okay fine. Mind helping me with the fence and I’ll help you with the snares”
Daryl sighs, nodding picking up the Walkman and going to put it away before helping Glenn with the fence.
After a while, the fence was done, and the two split into the nearby woods to check the snares at a faster pace compared to doing it together. Even if Daryl would’ve spent hours in the woods if it meant being with Y/N.
Daryl made his way toward the snares closer to the front gates, liking to go from the furthest to the closest snares so he could head right in when he’s done. But he was also going to check Glenn’s work on setting up the traps back up. He suddenly halted when he heard footsteps, causing him to ready his crossbow for a walker but relaxed when the bloodied dirty figure came into view.
“Jesus Christ”
“What?” Y/N laughs nervously. “Is there something on my face?”
“Yeah blood and dirt” Daryl scoffs bringing himself close, resting his hand on her cheek brushing off some of the dirt from her cheek. “The fuck happen on your run?”
“Oh that’s a great story so—-“
“Y/N!” Glenn shouted her name while also making it clear of his presence coming up behind Daryl and eventually to his side. “What took you so long getting back?!”
“Well it’s uh a short story—-“
“Glenn I just asked them about the run. Did yea finish the snares on your side?”
“Yeah I did, now Y/N?”
“Yeah…how was the run?”
“Well I got stabbed in the back” Her expression tensed watching the two start their lines of questioning. But every chance she tried to correct she kept getting cut off.
“What do you mean you got stabbed in the back?”
“Let me start with how it hap—“
“Where is this guy? I thought you went on the run alone”
“I did go alone Im trying—-“
“This guy is dead meat if he tries to come after yea. Plenty of fighters here” Daryl stated as Glenn nods in agreement.
“Who would turn on you? Maybe it was—-“
“SHUT UP!” Y/N shouted, resulting in a wince that definitely confused the two. But her face returned to the discomfort it had before running into Daryl. “I got literally stabbed in the damn back” she turned to show the two the knife that was embedded deep in her shoulder.
No more words were said. All Daryl did was smack Glenn forcing him in the direction of the gates to get them opened. Y/N frowns watching him bring himself to her back to feel around the wound before, without warning, rip her flannel open and forced her to take it off.
“You owe me!”
“Just wait til we get inside. Hershel is gonna want to see it and he’s gonna have to cut your shirt anyway”
“Doesn’t mean you had to rip my favorite flannel!” Y/N shouted as Daryl watched her back tense and the knife shift.
“Stop shouting and let’s get yea inside” Daryl scoffs taking her pack from her and directing her back to the prison.
While Hershel stitched her up, Y/N was telling them the story of how it happened. How this stranger that passed the 3 questions decided to just turn on her and try to kill her for her stuff. It wasn’t a pretty scene and given how Y/N felt about killing people, she was only late in her return because she didn’t want to come back feeling the way that she did. That part she didn’t tell them. She just fibbed by saying she lost the car she had. After being patched up, Y/N made her way back to her cell in need of clean clothes and a shirt that isn’t in pieces.
“Hey”
Y/N stopped right before her cell to acknowledge Daryl. “Hey”
“Your back feelin’ any better?”
“Having stitches suck” She laughs it off, no longer wincing from her back. “Maybe next time I’ll bring you on the run”
“I’ll keep yea safe” Daryl murmurs, leaning against the metal doors as Y/N brought herself close leaning with him.
“Next time the knife will be in your back” She jokes receiving a breathy chuckle in response. “You know I’m kidding…I’ll always have your back out there Dar” she whispers as she brought her lips to his cheek keeping her hand planted on his chest. “Thanks for worrying about me”
Before she pulled away too far, Daryl gently grabbed her waist pulling her into him. He admired her features for a moment then planted his lips firmly onto hers. Y/N was taken back but relaxed almost instantly, bringing her arms around his neck keeping him close.
When they parted, Daryl pulled away a little while taking the torn shirt from her hands.
“I’ve got a surprise for yea. But I also have a shirt…we just. Need to go to my cell for both”
Y/N couldn’t contain her smile as she took his free hand. “Lead the way Dixon”
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thought abt frat boy jj and started giggling so here
you didn’t even like frat parties. you would much rather go to a bar if you wanted to be hit on by annoying strangers. when sarah came to you about going to some party at her boyfriends frat house, you weren’t exactly excited. unfortunately, she is an impossible person to say no to especially when she has kiara’s help. so here you are, sitting on a couch that you don’t even wanna think about where it’s been. sarah’s run off with her boyfriend and kiara is playing her ukulele in the backyard while you’re stuck next to a couple that are moments away from undressing each other right in front of everyone.
“you sure you wanna stay right there? they look like they might try to pull you in.” you turn towards the voice and see a blonde with a backwards cap on, grinning at you. “there’s not many options here.” you deadpan, sipping your drink before grimacing. slightly warm beer has literally never been good. “we could definitely find one and your current option isn’t the best either.” he chuckles, raising his drink at you before walking away.
you decide he’s right and follow him, walking into the kitchen after him. “let’s find one then.” you take another sip before giving up and dumping it into the sink. he turns to you while watching your actions. “do you want something else?” he asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head, realizing that’s he’s kind of..pretty? “ight lets go then.” he lets you go in front of him, following you through the crowded space. he places his hands on your hips, leading you towards the back door with the lightest touch. “it’s always better outside.” he leans forward and whispers in your ear. you shiver, convincing yourself it’s from the sudden chill and not just the sound of his voice so close to your ear.
you spot a free bench on the patio and head towards it. “so do you just escort people around here?” you ask, tilting your head towards him with a grin. he leans on the railing in front of the bench, looking down at you. “when it’s a pretty girl, hell yeah.” he grins, winking at you before finishing his drink and placing it behind him on the railing. you feel yourself getting slightly nervous and pray it’s not obvious. “you’re kind of a flirt.” you point out, leaning forward and looking up into his eyes. “haven’t even laid out my best stuff sweetheart.” he’s better at this than you are, that much is obvious. “then do it, unless you’re scared.” you tease him, leaning back against the bench.
he gets closer to you, placing his hands on your lower thigh. “you sure about that, princess?” he asks huskily, leaning in close to your face. you nod, staring at his lips. you don’t know when your brain flipped, whether it was the alcohol or the fact that he was extremely attractive, but you needed him. you lean into him, connecting your lips quickly. he immediately uses one hand to cup your face, taking control. you feel him nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whine into the kiss. he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.
his hand starts to slide up your leg, massaging the inside of your thigh. he leans back, grinning at you as you chase after his lips. “what?” he teases cockily, running a thumb over your bottom lip. “can’t get enough already princess?” your breath hitches, avoiding eye contact with him. “not even. doing just fine.” you whisper, resisting the urge to lean in again. you squeeze your thighs together, trying to contain the growing warmth between your thighs. “uh huh, just fine. that’s why you’re all over me huh?” he teases, inching his hand further up your legs. you open them slightly, allowing him to run his fingers along your underwear. “yo jj, we need your help with some shit- oh shit! sorry.” you turn quickly as he slides his hand back onto your knee. you see john b and sarah watching you guys, sarah smirking at you and john b awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “yeah coming.” he grunts, looking back at you apologetically. he walks off with john b, leaving sarah smirking at you. “you have so much explaining to do.”
#mayspeaks! ˚✧₊⁎#jj maybank#jj maybank headcanon#jj maybank x reader#obx x reader#obx#obx smut#jj maybank x y/n#jj mayback x reader
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“I SHOULDN’T CRY (BUT I LOVE IT)”
pairing john price x reader genre smut gn reader & trans ftm price. dom!reader x sub!price cw lowercase typing. oral. face sitting. overstim. dirty talk. pet names.
you want to show your captain how much you want to help him relax.
you’ve noticed that price has handled a lot of stress these past few weeks, paperwork after paperwork stacked on his desk and the burden of missions simultaneously.
thinking about how to help him, an idea suddenly popped up in your mind. it was silly, really. not to mention that he was your superior and it was inappropriate for your strictly professional relationship. but hey, a one time thing wouldn’t hurt, right? you were just helping your captain blow off some steam like the good soldier you were.
step by step, leg after leg. you fidgeted with your hands inside your pockets, nearing price’s office. you knock on his door, a few beats of silence passed before a muffled “come in” rang through your ears. you twisted the knob, captain price was sitting behind his desk. eyes furrowed in concentration as he filled in his paperwork. he glanced up at you. “captain,” you began, locking the door.
“hm?” he wasn’t really paying attention to you, but that will soon change. “i– uh...” you hesitated with your next words, this definitely could go wrong. he raised his brow, prompting you to continue. embarrassment burned your face down to your chest. you wanted to back out but it was too late now. you clear your throat, walking towards him and placing your hands on his desk. “i wanna ask you something.”
he didn’t respond but you knew he heard you. “can you sit on my face?” you blurt out. price snapped his head towards you, shock written all over his features. “i’m sorry– what?” he laughed in disbelief.
“you heard me, captain.” you answered, you didn’t want this to be awkward. price knew he should refuse but the thought of you letting him ride your face made him flustered and wet. “i wanna help you relax.” you didn’t intend on forcing him to accept your offer, of course, but you wanted him to know that you’ll do it if it helps ease him. he glanced at his paperwork, then to you, then at his paperwork again. “i’ll help you finish it after.” you say to him, and he looks even more baffled.
that’s how you got price bent over his desk, wet pussy in front of your face. hot breath left your mouth as he squirmed. “you sure ‘bout this?” you felt bad because you were a little too eager and that he probably couldn���t say no to you. “get on with it.” words spoke through gritted teeth, he was getting impatient with you. you used the flat of your tongue to lick from his clit up to his pussy.
“oh, fuck.” he gasped, pushing back against your face. “j-just like that, sweetheart. c’mon.” you didn’t think that it will only take a little amount of convincing, not that you’re complaining. you tease at his entrance, licking down slowly until your tongue catches on his clit. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it. “nng– s’good. keep that up, love, yeah? jesus.” you sucked the bud a little harsher now, eagerness melting into action. you pulled away and he whined at the loss of you.
“rest back against me.” you commanded, grabbing his waist and maneuvering him and yourself so he’s sitting on your face in a way. this position was quite uncomfortable for your neck, but it was so worth the pain. he yelped as you began circling your tongue around his clit, just before you dragged the muscle into his pussy. he clenched around you. you hummed, sending vibrations into him.
“y’feel s’good, mmfph– just like that, jus’ like tha... hah.” he grinded on you now, his clit hitting on your bottom lip. you pull back, “already close, captain?” he whimpered, “not my fault that you’re good at this.” you smiled and immediately latched onto his pussy again.
this went on for hours, you lost track of how many orgasms price had. he began crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “t’much– s’too muuuch.” he sobbed, yet he refused to remove himself away from you. “one more, price. you can do it.” you mumble against him. “you jus’ taste so sweet.” he whined at that. “you’re gonna be the death of me, love. ah... don’t know if ya,” you inserted your fingers inside of his hole, “nnghhhh– fuckin’ hell, y-ya should’ve warned me if you were g-gonna...” he trailed off, now thrusting your fingers at a quick pace. price was torn in between whether to shove your face away or just sit on it forever. “hngh, mmf...” he moaned, attempting to silence his sounds with his hands.
but you won’t let him. you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them behind his back, right above your head. “can’t get enough of you.” he cries, nearing another orgasm. “gonna, ‘m gonna–” he moaned your name as he reached his high. he panted, as you finally stood up from your spot.
he turned around to see you, eyes widening and face flushing at the sight of his essence dripping on your face. “like what you see?”
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#— azrael.worksᵎᵎ#➷ ┊antonio’s works !#call of duty#sub john price#dom reader#gender neutral reader#captain price#john price#mwii#cod mw price#cod mw x reader#cod mwii#mw2 fanfic#modern warfare price#cod smut#smut#sub character#sub cod#trans character
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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ meet me under the golden tree
Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader
Word Count - 7k (my fics keep getting longer and longer lolll)
Contains - smut (18+), fingering, cunnilingus, soft dom!shuri, sub!reader, angst, fluff, hurt, mentions of character death
Key words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby), sthandwa sami (my love)
Divider From - @firefly-graphics
Sneak Peak - Her face was puffy, her lips swollen from all her crying but even in this state she was beautiful and everything you could ever ask for. She caresses your face with her thumb, wiping away your tears as she finally brings you in for a kiss. Contrary to popular belief, this was your guys’ first kiss. Your lips press against her swollen ones as you relax into her. The world around you went black and white, the tree and Shuri being the splash of colour in the painted landscape surrounding you
Song Vibes - john redcorn (sir), change (arin ray ft. kehlani), do it well (dvsn), wait (nao)
Tags - @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @heejayy @lustfulbarbie @abenomeiiii @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @tishszn @myaraines @dominiquesheart @vampzxi @zayswriting
Writers Note: this one has a bit of everything, and I definitely took some stuff from Shuriri fics I already wrote and put onto a03 lol. But yeah, this one’s definitely a lil different from last weeks fic, but enjoy :)
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ You sigh, unable to fess up to Riri’s mocking laughs. You knew she was right, the way she would persistently tease you about your so called “friendship” with the Black Panther. The truth is, you’re head over heels for Shuri, but you could not allow yourself to be persuaded. To give into your feelings meant to be bruised by her constant subtle pushes once things got too close, too intimate. And it hurts you.
“Shut up Ri,” you respond, hoping she’ll actually listen to you this time.
“What? You’re not gonna sit here and tell me you two are ‘just friends’. I know y'all be fucking on the low.”
You start choking on your water as Riri laughs hysterically.
“You’re not funny.”
“Uh huh. What are you all dressed up for anyway? Where are you heading off to looking all pretty?”
You roll your eyes. No answer comes out of your mouth but your body language and facial expressions tell Riri everything she needs to know.
“Mhmm…very interesting indeed,” Riri taunts.
“Riri, I swear to god bro…we’re just friends. For real, leave me alone.” You were transparently annoyed, not even because Riri kept teasing you, but because you knew she wasn’t wrong. You enjoyed Shuri, the way she used her words to pull you back in even if she didn’t fully deserve your company. She was a challenge, and her presence was almost impossible to neglect.
“She’s outside. And you better not still be in my apartment when I get back.”
Riri chuckles under her breath as you get up and make your way out to meet her.
“Don’t get pregnant! We don’t need any little Black Panthers running around!” Riri yells before the door shuts.
“Fuck you, Ri!”
“Love you too, y/n!” You give her the finger before the door completely shuts.
Once you're deeper into the apartment hallways, you begin to smile like a fool. You allow all emotions to be expressed in between the time you leave Riri to meet with Shuri, because you know once you step foot into that car, true feelings must be suppressed.
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There’s a gentle breeze in the air once you step outside, caressing your face and scalp. It’s refreshing, but also a step back into reality. Shuri is leaning on her car, focused on whatever is on her phone. She looks good. She always does and it pisses you off. The olive green of her nike crew neck compliments her rich skin without flaw. Her olive dunks pull the outfit together, lightly covered by the bagginess of her black cargo pants. She wears her favourite gold chain, just subtly hidden underneath her crew neck but the sly detail makes your heart flutter. You run up to her, embracing her warmth as she brings you in for a hug. Shuri chuckles against you, flattered at the way you seep so easily into her arms.
“Missed me that bad, nkosazana?” You exhaled at the sound of her voice. The cute names she constantly called you did nothing to ease your deep desire for her, it was almost tiresome.
“I did,” you answer. You look up at her, noticing the gold layered on her bottom teeth. Your stomach jumped at the sight. The way the gold contrasted against her pearly whites caused your core to warm up, a throbbing sensation between your thighs and you had no choice but to ignore it. “Where are we going, Shuri? You called me late as fuck last night.”
“I just wanted to see my favourite girl today, is that ok?”
Oh she was infuriating. “That’s fine, but you can’t call me at unholy hours like that bro. I’m tryna sleep.”
“My bad, my bad. I was kinda desperate.” Desperate? You breathe in deeply, followed by a smile. You always tried to stay mad at her, but it was a challenge. She was too beautiful. She guides you into her vehicle, closing the door beside you. She takes her place in the driver's seat, and you could never not admire the way she looked handling the road. She always drove with one hand on the wheel, her tattooed hand always rubbing your thigh or playing with her jawline. Both gestures made you wet which usually paved way for your late night thoughts to be filled with deep skin, slender fingers, and curly hair as you touch yourself, her name falling off your lips as you dream of her below you.
“Y/n? You down?” The train of your tactile thoughts brought back to reality as Shuri pulls you in.
“Huh?”
Shuri laughs. “I saaiidd…wanna go to that restaurant down the corner over there? They got a pool table, and I wanna beat you.”
“You’re better than me at everything, Shuri. You’ll easily beat me in pool.”
“Soooo, is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes.”
Shuri pauses for a second, pondering on what thoughts are dancing through your mind.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours anyways? You’re always dozing off, I’m starting to worry you don’t enjoy my presence anymore,” Shuri jokes. You slap her shoulder lightly. “Ow.”
“That’s what you get.”
“For what? What’d I do now?”
“You know what.”
Shuri rolls her eyes. “Don’t start with me, nkosazana. The day just started.”
“Fine.”
Everytime you bring up the topic of ‘what are we?’, Shuri would take one step back. She hated the conversation, and she would disappear for days at a time once your arguments were over. You convinced yourself that it was because she just did not feel the same for you like you did for her. It was easier to accept that than the latter; that you were just a crutch, a tool to be used whenever she needed and put away until she decided you were of value again.
You knew Shuri was broken. She’s been through a lot and ever since the mantle was given to her, she seemed to be heavier. She was still ‘Shuri’, the girl with endless jokes up her sleeve and a smile that could ease sadness, but there was now a darkness that endured underneath and she would not let you pierce the surface.
She pulls into the parking lot, unbuckling your seat belt as she rushes to open the door for you. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, and she pecked a kiss on the top of your head as you walked into the restaurant. You both order what you usually do; Shuri with her spicy chicken wings, and you with your chicken burger. The afternoon is filled with familiar tunes of laughter, as you guys argue over whether drummies or flatties are better. Shuri says drummies are better because there’s more meat and you argue that flatties are better because there’s less bone and cartilage.
“Black folk don’t complain about things like bone and cartilage, y/n.”
“Well this one does,” you chuckle, pointing to yourself. Shuri laughs with you, taking a fry and chugging it at your face.
“Shut up and eat your nasty chicken burger.”
“It’s actually really good, wanna bite?”
Shuri audibly gags and you toss a fry right back at her.
“Don’t make me come over there and bite you.”
“I’d like to see your try.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she mocks. You roll your eyes, chugging another fry at her. Shuri scrunches her face.
“You think you’re so funny huh? You’re lucky we’re not alone, you wouldn’t feel so funny anymore,” she subtly jokes. And it’s stupid half-jokeful threats like that that make your pussy pulse. You cross your legs slowly, desperate to ease the throbbing between your legs. Shuri notices, and lets out a soft chuckle. She knows what she’s doing and it’s driving you insane.
Once you guys are done with your meal, you make your way to the pool tables in the corner of the restaurant.
“Ready to get absolutely destroyed?” Shuri asks.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
Shuri was a pro and she laughed hysterically at the way you constantly put the Q-Ball in the hole, but she would let you have another turn anyway because she low-key felt bad. She would grab your hips and maneuvre them, guiding you. You would bend over the pool table with subtle intent, and you could swear she was looking where you wanted her to look. The game was filled with less of the actual game and more of Shuri teasing both your mind and body.
“Stop,” you pleaded into her, knowing full well you did not want her to.
“You know you don’t want me to.”
“Shuri…please.”
She did not listen. She hugged you from behind, her hands lingering right above your pussy and it made you throb. Your mind travelled to that sinful place consumed with unholy thoughts of how you imagined how skillful those hands were. She was a serious flirt, but you had to convince yourself that she did not like you for the sake of your sanity.
“Why can’t we just stay like this??” she whispered into the nape of your neck. You abruptly turned around to face her, submerging yourself in the depth of her brown eyes. Her curls were coiled to perfection, treading down her forehead like a waterfall. Her mouth slightly opened, revealing the gold layered underneath her two-toned lips. You wanted her desperately.
“Why are you so scared of commitment?” you ask. You knew this was not the place, nor the time, but you were tired. Crippled by the way she had such easy access to you without fully giving herself to you and your body. She let go of you so easily, and your heart sank at the crude gesture.
“Why you always do that, huh? Always ruining it with your stupid questions.”
The lump in your throat grows as you bite on your bottom lip. You fight the tears that are itching to pierce through, but you refuse. She did not get to see you like this. She didn’t deserve it.
“Fuck you,” you say through heavy lungs. You begin to make your way out the door, but you're stopped by Shuri’s hands gripping your waist, forcing you to face her. You don’t fight it. There’s no use.
“Is that what this is all about, nkosazana? You wanna fuck me?” her voice is so silky and her words seep through your pores, forcing your body to give into her. “Cuz I will, if that’s what you want. Bend you over the pool table if I have to. Give everyone a show.” She was devious. She knew the dominance her words had over you, and she never failed to use that to her advantage. She toyed with you, knowing you’ll run back without fail.
You look at the space around you. The restaurant is pretty empty for the most part, the people that are there are fairly good at pretending to mind their own business.
“Shuri…let me go,” you gently plead. She obliges, aggressively making her out of the restaurant and back into her vehicle. You follow her. She does not open the door for you this time.
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The car ride is quiet and unfamiliar, her tunes calmly playing in the background being the only thing keeping you from going insane. You have no idea where she’s taking you, and you’re honestly too afraid to ask. You look up at her for a quick second, her jaw is clenched and her eyes are low. She looks tired and you almost feel bad.
“Where are we going?” you ask, breaking the deafening silence.
“You’ll see.”
She pulls into a park, leaving you confused but you let her lead the way. She puts her car in park, and begins to stroll as you try to keep up with her. The park was quite beautiful and secluded. There was no one here, but you can still hear the music of the busy city playing in the distance.
“Shuri…where are we going?”
“I said, you’ll see.”
Shuri continues to stroll, stopping at a pretty open field with trees sprinkled here and there. There is however, one larger tree that overshadows the rest. She makes her way there, sitting on the soft grass that grows beneath. You follow her, doing the same. Shuri stays quiet for a few seconds, basking in the wind that seeps through her curls. It’s a beautiful sight really, the way someone so energetic and full spirit takes the time to bask in what nature has to offer. You wonder what’s going on in that mind of hers, what hides behind the smile she chooses to wear everyday. Finally, she speaks.
“This tree reminds me of home. Not as strong, and nowhere near as tall, but still beautiful nonetheless.”
You smile, noticing the subtle melancholic gaze in her eyes as she admires the strength of its bark.
“This is where I come after every argument I have with you. I sit here, and reminisce on what once was…and think about all the ways I’m hurting you. I don’t mean to but…I just wish I could be better.”
You take her hand, and she lets you. There’s a question stuck in your throat that you so badly want to ask her, yet you fear the reaction she’ll have. Shuri has carried the title of “the Black Panther” for a couple months now, and not once has she truly sat down with you and told you about how she truly felt about holding that mantle. You swallow, before allowing yourself to ask her.
“So…so how does it feel?”
Shuri looks at you in confusion. “How does what feel?”
“To be the Black Panther and hold all that responsibility? I know you Shuri, you’re hurt. The thing about you is you hurt alone.”
Silence.
“Shuri…you have to be able to talk to me about these things. You have people that love you, that want to be there for you…”
Shuri’s face hardens, her usual sarcastic smile fading into one that’s almost unrecognisable. It’s almost like a veil has been lowered, paving way to what really nestled there and your chest grows heavy at the sight. She places her elbows on her knees and sighs. Your smile mirrors hers, fading as the environment around you grows cold, the air becoming thick. For a moment it seems like Shuri is lost in the blades of grass beneath her, staring intensely into the ground. Her head falls forward, as she noticeably gathers the courage to speak over whatever her heart is trying to hold in.
Finally, her heart speaks.
“You know…when my brother died, I also lost a piece of me. It was one of the hardest things to accept knowing I could have saved him had I had the time to come up with some type of scientific cure to his illness. But then he was just…gone. Taken away from me with little warning. Sometimes I regret not being by his side as he took his final breath, but I try not to be too hard on myself. I was trying to save my brother, and I was doing the best I could.”
“Shuri…I--”
“And then when my mom was taken from me…” she pauses and bows her head. Tears gently fall from Shuri’s eyes, like dewdrops. You feel the tears swell in your own eyes and do nothing to hold them in. Of course you knew that Shuri was hurting from her loss, but never did you truly grasp the hurt that came with bearing the weight of being the Black Panther. How could you?
“I did not want to be the Black Panther. That was never my goal in life, nkosazana. Had you told me a couple years ago that I was going to be Black Panther in a few years time, I would’ve laughed in your face…” Shuri lets out a faded smile, combating tears and fighting the swelling in her own throat. “I cut my hair when I lost my brother, as a sign of grieving. It’s a Wakandan practice. And I’m not even a spiritual person but it seemed like the right thing to do…for him.”
You look at Shuri, admiring the dark yet beautiful significance behind Shuri’s short curls that caress the edge of her forehead. For a moment, you remember Shuri with her once braided hair, and you remember the reaction you had when she suddenly cut it off.
“You cut your hair?? But why??”
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“No, I like it. I really like it…but why the sudden switch up?”
“I don’t know. I just felt like something new.”
And you smiled at her. She looked good.
Your stomach turns as you remember that conversation. You remember the way she looked that day, sadder than usual even if she tried her best to uphold her same, sarcastic self. Her almond eyes were weary, and you were oblivious to the significance behind her short curls.
“I promise you y/n, being Black Panther does not feel good. Not for the reasons I am anyway.”
You close your eyes, allowing the tears to stream without halt. You wanted to grieve alongside Shuri, letting her know she’s not alone.
“I’m sorry…I wasn’t intending to--”
“It’s fine nkosazana…I needed to let that out,” Shuri assures you.
You force out a soft smile, adjusting yourself so you’re sitting on your knees in front of her. You heighten yourself to meet her eye level, cupping her tear stained cheeks as you bravely place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Shuri smiles tenderly, exhaling in relief. She grabs your hands as her own lips meet your knuckles. She’s so beautiful. Even in the midst of her pain and tears, her vulnerability makes you want to pull her in and take her pain away. If you could, you would. But you can’t. Instead, you just allow Shuri this moment of brokenness, evident of what she hides behind the bright sarcastic smile she wears almost everyday.
For the first time in your friendship, you feel like you know her. Truly, truly know her. Beyond her jaded smile, her capability to light up the room, and the hurt that comes after, you finally feel like you see her for who she is. You ponder all of this, making your already complicated relationship with her even more complicated. You loved her, you can admit that now, but you also loved yourself. It was no secret that Shuri was broken, but it often felt like she was slowly but surely breaking you in the process. The way she would lure you in, lead you on, and then leave you with nothing, it hurt. But you knew you couldn’t just leave her, and now you fully understand why.
“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want me to be. I can’t give you what you deserve,” she says, almost like she’s reading your mind.
“And what is it you think I deserve, Shuri?”
She takes a deep breath in, admiring the tree that hugs the both of you, making you feel small.
“You deserve someone who’s gonna make you smile, gonna give you 100 percent. You deserve someone that’s not gonna make you feel like…this.” She holds your hands, just brushing her lips against the crevices of your knuckles.
“Shuri…I don’t need 100 percent. I just need you to be honest with me.”
She continues to look down, her tear stained cheeks gleaming against the sky’s reflection. You place your palm on her cheek, and she buries her face there. You love her. Oh how you love her.
“I want you to know I’m here for you, Shuri. And I love you…but I can’t keep up with this push and pull with you because everytime we get closer, you pull back, and it’s exhausting,” you choke up.
“I know, sthandwa, I know.”
“Then why do you keep doing that? It’s hurtful, but you know I can’t stay away from you, you KNOW how much I like you and being around you makes me feel…incredible. And sometimes it seems like you feel the same but then other times…not so much.”
Finally Shuri’s dark eyes meet yours.
“You know I love you, right?”
“No, actually I don’t know. I know you’re broken and I know you need love, but do you actually love me?”
“I do.”
“Then let me in. Let me be there for you.”
Silence.
“Shuri…please.”
“Don’t leave me,” she pleads.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. But I NEED to know that you’re not going anywhere either.”
“Everyone I love…dies.”
You sigh. Her hurt is so heavy, it seems like the atmosphere around grows thicker with each tear that’s shed, making it harder to breathe.
“Shuri--”
“No, listen to me y/n. Everyone I love dies. Do you understand that? It’s why I could never allow myself to fully give myself to you, because if I admit that I love you, then what happens? I can’t lose you. I just can’t, I need you, please don’t leave me,” she cries through shattered breaths. She is sobbing, her face buried into your hands as your knuckles collect every tear that streams down. The sight of her in complete and utter surrender to her brokenness forces you to pull her in, her head seeping into your chest as she weeps into the fabric of your shirt. You hold her like your life depends on it, like HER life depends on it.
“Sshhh, baby it’s ok. It’s ok baby, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here. It’s ok.” You repeat those words over and over again, as many times as necessary until she believes it. You hold her in your embrace, as her stifling sobs become less and less. Even when her sobs come to a halt, she lingers in your grasp, basking in your scent that she loves dearly. You remind her of home and you wanted to be her home, even if that meant having to deal with the reality of her shattered heart. It didn’t matter to you, because you were more than willing to pick up the pieces along the way and fix it like a 1000-piece puzzle. Shuri clears her throat, wiping the tears off her face as she comes back up to meet your gaze. Her face was puffy, her lips swollen from all her crying but even in this state she was beautiful and everything you could ever ask for. She caresses your face with her thumb, wiping away your tears as she finally brings you in for a kiss. Contrary to popular belief, this was your guys’ first kiss. Your lips press against her swollen ones as you relax into her. The world around you went black and white, the tree and Shuri being the splash of colour in the painted landscape surrounding you. She releases you from the passion of her lips and for the first time, everything was right.
“Let me take you home, yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
You guys kiss once more before leaving the comfort of the tree above.
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The car ride allows Shuri to come back down, her sarcastic self returning after pouring her heart before you. This time, it felt lighter. Because even though you have always loved the part of her that was able to consistently bring laughter to your lips, you love it even more now that she has nothing to hide from you.
When you guys reach your apartment, Shuri continues with her usual gestures; unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the door for you. She follows you into your complex, leaning on the door frame in anticipation. On any other day, she would invite herself in without your permission but not this time.
“Can I come in?”
You chuckle at the question. “Of course you can come in.”
You get comfortable in your satin pink Victoria Secret Pyjama set, shorts with a matching button up top. You slide on your fluffy slippers and walk back out as Shuri is clicking away at netflix. Shuri laughs at the sight of you in your pj’s and you give her the finger.
“What? I think you look cute.”
You roll your eyes, taking your place beside her as she continues searching for a movie.
“I don’t see why everyone raves so much about netflix. There’s nothing good on here anyways,” she teases, setting the night on a good tune. You snatch the remote from her hand, looking for your favourite comfort movie.
“What are you looking for?”
“The Greatest Showman.”
“Say what now?”
You hit her on the shoulder, laughing at the way she bugs you.
“It’s a musical. It’s good.”
“Fuck a musical. Imagine if we actually broke into song in real life, that’s how stupid it looks.”
“You’re insane. Musicals are amazing.”
“Whatever. If you wanna watch it, then I wanna watch it.”
You rest your head on her lap as she caresses the curls on your head. She rudely takes the remote and pauses halfway through the movie.
“The fuck was that for? It’s not done.”
“I know, but I’m done. This is boring.”
You alter your position, the back of your head resting on her thighs as you look directly up at her. She lets out a crooked smile, and your heart trembles at the site of gold shimmering on her bottom teeth.
“Those look good on you. Like, really good on you.”
“Thanks, I made them myself.”
Of course she did.
“Well, what do you want to do then?” you ask, unsure if you’re hinting at something deeper or not.
“I wanna do whatever you wanna do.”
“Bullshit. I wanted to watch The Greatest Showma--”
“You know what I mean, nkosazana,” she cuts you off. “Don’t be difficult.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, as you ponder her words. It was all so much. Normally, she would tease you with just the right amount of sex just enough to get you aroused, making sure her grasp on you is still there, and do nothing to ease your sexual frustrations and it was almost hurtful. You desired her in every way possible, yet she denied you the pleasure of her. Was this time any different?
“Shuri, don’t. Every time you do this, you rile me up, get me wet and then leave me hanging. It’s annoying.”
“I get you wet?” she teases.
“Don’t act oblivious. You know you do and you do it on purpose.”
Shuri chuckles at the way you’re so easy to piss off.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s kinda funny.”
You remove yourself from her lap, sighing in annoyance as your cunt grows damp…again. Shuri kisses you, and you moan into her mouth at the contact of her grills. You didn’t fully notice them earlier when you shared your first kiss, but now you do and your mind pictures the gold grazing other places, and that’s the end of it. The kissing becomes more and more aggressive, forcing you to straddle Shuri. You hover over her lap as you begin to grind lightly.
“Open your mouth,” Shuri whispers, low and husky in her demand. You obey, as Shuri slips her tongue inside, tasting the way you salivate for her. She grabs your waist, influencing the way you grind into her crotch and it makes your pussy pulse in desperation. She pauses as she admires you. You’re so worn down and tired, not only from the intense day you shared with her but because of the endless war you had between your mind and your heart for Shuri. She notices this, the way you crave her and this time she promises to ease your ache. She slides two of her fingers into the satin of your shorts, and feels the soaking wet arousal through your panties.
“Fuck baby, you’re soaking wet.”
You shut your eyes in embarrassment. Nothing is even happening and yet you feel like you can explode from Shuri’s words alone. It’s almost like this was her plan the whole time, to string you along and play with your emotions so when the time came, you would give in without difficulty. You bite your bottom lip as your light moans start to pool out. Your eyes soften as Shuri’s thumb presses your clit through the material of your panties. You rock into her, needing more.
“It’s ok sthandwa, I’ll take care of you. Here let’s get these off you.” Shuri slips the satin shorts off, continuing her slow and torturous movements over your clit. You tilt your head back a little, your breathing picking up as you softly beg for Shuri to give you more.
“Please Shuri, I need more,” you exhale. Shuri smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. She pushes your panties to the side, exposing your milky cunt. The wetness pulled with the material of your panties, making a mess on Shuri’s fingers.
“Bast y/n, how long have you been wet like this??”
“Since the car ride to the restaurant,” you shamelessly admit, trying to control the pace of your breathing. Your chest is heaving up and down, and Shuri rips the buttons of your shirt, your cleavage pushed into her face.
“I’m sorry for making you wait, sthandwa sami, I’ll make it up to you,” Shuri says, driving you insane. “You’re so beautiful,” Shuri continues, but your mind isn’t even fully there. You just want her, all of her.
“What is it you want from me?” Shuri teases, knowing exactly what you want but she wants to hear it from your own mouth. You’re so timid, but not timid enough to keep yourself from getting what you so clearly need from her.
“I want you inside of me,” you pant.
“Uthixo ntombazana (Good girl).”
Shuri takes her two fingers, wetting them with your pleasure before she slips them inside, pumping in out. She slowly, but surely, picks up the pace as you dig your head into her neck, moaning so closely into her ear as inspiration for her to keep going. You feel it everywhere, your whole body on fire as your pussy is screaming to release itself.
“I’m gonna stop pumping my fingers for a moment, sthwanda. I want you to bounce and ride my fingers, pretend it’s my dick, yeah? Wanna see your tits bounce in my face as you ride me,” Shuri softly demands.
“Ok,” is all you’re able to say in the midst of your pleasure. You start bouncing up and down, appreciating every stroke you feel rubbing up inside you. Your cunt is pulsing, twinging for more. You pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing up and down to the tempo of your movements as Shuri just sits there and watches the way your body trembles at her touch. You’re a moaning mess, every leap brings you that much closer to your release and you can feel it immensely. Shuri takes her thumb and circles your clit, forcing you to clutch onto her shoulders as you ride her out. Your head bucks backwards and your mouth is wide open as Shuri’s name falls out, your body sweating at the impact.
“Shuri…Shuri you feel so good inside of me. I wanna cum so bad in your hand.”
“I’ve got it from here y/n, you did so good,” Shuri assures as she proceeds to finger your cunt, curling them just right to hit the area you terribly needed her most. She quite literally finger fucks you, smiling wickedly at the way you surrender to her touch.
“Shuri I’m gonna cum, I can feel it.”
Shuri slides a third finger in, your pussy expands with ease like it was prepared beforehand. You moan her name unapologetically, dipping your head onto her shoulder as your grasp onto her thick curls. Shuri loves the feeling of your pussy widening as she pushes in and out you, assaulting your walls like your pussy belongs to her.
“I’m so close, baby, so so close. Please don’t stop.” Your mind is in another world, preparing your body for the celestial experience approaching the muscles in your cunt. Shuri slams inside you a few more times, allowing your core to finally release itself. Your eyes shut as tears pool out of your eyes. You moan Shuri’s name with confidence, as you bury your face into her neck once more.
“Oh my god, Shuri. UNH. Shuri…I…”
“I know baby, it’s ok. Let it out. Just let it out, it’s ok.”
“Oh my god, oh my fucking god…”
Shuri lets you ride out your high before she pulls out, your slick running down her hand.
“Again?” you desperately plead.
“What’s that, mama?”
“...again?”
“What do you need me to do, nkosazana?”
You get shy and bury your face into the palm of her hands. Shuri places a kiss on your forehead, easing you of your embarrassment. She unclips your bra, your breasts pooling in her face. She picks you up with her panther strength and lies you on your back.
“It’s ok baby, just tell me what you need.” Shuri pinches one of your hard, erect nipples and takes it into her mouth, caressing and fondling your other breast.
“I want you-”
“Mhmm?”
“I want you to touch me, or lick me, whichever one works, just please…please Shuri I need you.”
“I am touching and licking you.”
You can no longer take the teasing.
“My cunt. Please, fuck my cunt, please.”
Shuri smiles. “Anything for you, nkosazana.”
Shuri travels her way down your body, leaving nothing untouched. You are breathing heavily, you have quite literally never felt like this before. Shuri’s mouth approaches your thighs, but she stops to spread you open a little more, admiring the glistening pussy in front of her, wet with the desire that she created. She smiled, proud of the power she had on you. She begins placing kisses in between your thighs and you push your cunt forward, signalling your dire need for her mouth on you. Shuri laughs softly at the gesture.
“Don’t worry y/n, I’m getting there.” She plants a kiss on your throbbing clit, taking it into her mouth, sucking and kissing until it’s swollen. You are a mess, your mouth hanging open from the influence of Shuri’s tongue between your pussy lips. The coldness of her grill and the warmth of her tongue combine to create the most seraphic feeling.
“Do you want me to take these out?” Shuri asks, motioning to the gold layered on her bottom teeth.
“No, please don’t. Please, it feels so good, don't stop.”
Shuri obeys, taking her tongue into the flesh of your sex. Your back arches in response as her tongue meets your clit again.
“Shuri that feels so good, fuck.”
“I know, baby.”
“Please-please don’t stop, keep going.”
“Trust me, I’m not stopping anytime soon.”
Shuri lifts her face off, and looks at your swollen cunt. Her mouth glistened with a mixture of her own saliva and your pleasure. She takes two fingers and inserts them into you, forcing you to grip the fabric beneath.
“You’re so beautiful baby shit. I love the way your pussy wraps so tight around my fingers like that. Like you’re molded just for me.”
“Unh, yeah…I like it too,” you struggle to say amongst your pleasure.
Shuri cocks a smile and continues to pump in and out, placing her thumb on your clit once again. Both your eyes and head fall back, the palms of your hands tingle with warmth.You can feel the nerves around your clit tightening and the muscles inside you begin to shudder.
“Look at you baby, you’re a mess. All because of my touch.”
“Shu-Shuri?”
“Yes baby?”
“Can you put your mouth on me again? Your grills feel so good on my pussy, please.”
This makes Shuri wet herself, although she already was. Seeing the power she had on the beautiful goddess beneath her sent her cunt dripping. But her priority is making sure you cum multiple times before she does. It’s the least she can do after everything she’s put you through.
Without hesitation, Shuri lowers herself back down to your brown pussy. She takes her two fingers, using them to spread your labia open, paving way to the fleshy colour that hid beneath. The sheen glaze of your juices reminds Shuri of the way sap seeps out of trees back home.
“Bast y/n, you’re so wet. So wet and puffy for me.”
She sinks her mouth back down, licking and kissing your pussy lips as she continues to pump her fingers in and out. She takes your clit back into her mouth and slightly bites, sending your mind into hysteria. The mixture of pain and pleasure, along with warmth of her tongue is almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there. And the grills. The grills just feel so fucking good grinding against your clit and pussy lips.
“Yes Shuri, that feels so good. Unh, I want to cum please.”
Shuri lifts herself off and removes her fingers, leaving you completely untouched and it’s unbearable. Shuri notices this and reassures you.
“I’m going to make you cum ok? I can feel your pussy throb on my mouth, y/n.” She climbs back up, placing a kiss on your forehead as she caresses your face. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe I made you wait this long.”
She makes her way back down, splaying your knees over her shoulders so she can reach depths you didn’t even know you had. She laps away, making strategic movements with her tongue into and around your pussy, making sure her grills are making contact with your enlarged clit. You're digging your hands into Shuri’s curls, trying not to grasp too tightly but you also cannot help it. You ride her face, circling your hips to apply more pressure. Shuri moans into you as the world around you goes silent, with nothing but the sound of raw lust spilling out of your throat mixed in with the wet commotion of Shuri’s tongue against you.
“Shuri? Shuri I have to cum,“ you whimper.
“Try to hold on a bit longer nkosazana, I’m not quite done. You think you can do that for me?”
“Ye--Yeah. I think so.”
“Good girl.”
You pause your circling hip motions, allowing Shuri to just eat you out. It takes every ounce of muscle in your body to not cum at that very moment, and it makes you squirm in anticipation. Shuri continues lapping away, consuming you like she’s starving. The room around you begins to settle somewhere between a blur and a galaxy with all its colours. You were going to cum, your pussy pleading to spill into Shuri’s mouth. You cross your legs around Shuri, basically putting her into a headlock. Her face is completely drowned into your wet cunt, as you proceed to ride her face. You can feel the blood flow between your thighs increase, causing the blood vessels in your pussy to dilate.You hyperfocus on the way Shuri’s grills play with your clit and it sends you over the edge. You feel it everywhere, from the back of your neck all the way down to the soles of your feet. Your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open, moaning in your utmost satisfaction as your heart pulses almost as fast as the nerves in your pussy.
“Oh my, OH MY FUCKING GOD, UNH. Holy fuck…shit Shuri. FUCK.”
You unlock Shuri from your leg grip, as she comes up and kisses you on the mouth making sure you taste your own pleasure that gleams against her dark skin.
“You’re incredible,” she says into your mouth, trying to catch her own breath.
You blush, still attempting to grasp reality as you push through your orgasmic high. She was more than you had ever imagined, surpassing every sexual fantasy you had of her prior to this very moment.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, y/n.” Shuri helps you put your pyjamas back on, and you’re trying so hard not to fall asleep. Shuri cradles you into her chest, placing kisses all over your head once again.
“So you’re a ‘sleep after sex’ type person? Duly noted,” Shuri teases.
“Shuri?”
“Yes y/n?”
“Stay with me tonight, please.”
Shuri lets out a mellow smile. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”
She plays with your curls, delicately placing her fingers between each coil.
“I…I just want to say I’m sorry, for all the shit I put you through. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
You look up at her, her brokenness piercing through those brown eyes you love so dearly.
“Shuri, nevermind all that. Just be with me, yeah?”
Shuri lets out a sigh of relief, a single tear escaping her tear duct.
“I love you so, so much,” she says. You know the strength it took for her to say that, to admit the love she carried after losing almost everyone that came before you. You’re so proud of her, so in love with every ounce of her being that it sets your body in an overwhelming fire. But the heat only cleared the path to the love you wanted to give her, the love she deserved after the world ripped everything she ever cared about.
“I love you, Shuri. Always.”
This is it. This is all you need. All you both need. You fall asleep in each other's arms, as you dream about the big tree. This time there was no brokenness, no pain. Nothing but love and genuine happiness as you kissed her underneath the tree’s embrace. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡
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Five pick up and one drop off (Pick up 5)
Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4 | Pick up 5
This one took a bit of wrangling, but here it is.
Monique first appeared when Scott needed a little roadside assistance.
I hope you enjoy her second appearance :D
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Monique was his pickup truck and he loved her.
She had been red a long time ago, but nowadays she was more brown and just old. He did keep her maintained and she was definitely road worthy. But she was old. And when you’re old, things sometimes broke down.
Which is why Virgil Tracy, billionaire, International Rescue operative, engineer, artist, musician and coffee fan was currently lying in the weeds on the roadside under the old girl.
There was grease in his hair.
It was his fault really. He had been so busy of late; he hadn’t had time to get out to the farm and service her. And since she was no longer driven regularly, well, he had hoped, but this was inevitable.
Sorry, Grandpa.
He sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to fix this out here in the middle of nowhere country Kansas, and consequently he was stranded.
Looking at the state of the bearings involved he was lucky he had made it out here without seizing something up and coming to a very sudden stop.
“Sorry, Monique baby, but you’re not going anywhere for a while.” He sighed and reached for the rag he knew he would be needing.
“Virgil?”
He jumped.
Unfortunately, being under the car with little or no clearance, he whacked his head on the gearbox.
“Ow! John, what the-?”
“Virgil, you okay?”
His brother’s voice came from his collar comms, of course. Johnny was not standing next to the car. Though, come to think of it, Johnny would be preferable to the brother he knew he was going to have to call.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Jus’hit my head. What do you need?” Please not a rescue. He was on leave and leaving Monique on the side of the road was just wrong.
And he was working out logistics on how to get Monique into Thunderbird Two fast enough not to slow them down. But then she would be in the way and could compromise a mission, and damnit, he really didn’t want to leave her on the side of the road!
“Just checking in. You’ve been stationary in the middle of nowhere for some time now and its not like Monique has a computer I can interface with for a tech report.”
“You mean hack. My Lamborghini has not felt right since you played in her processor.”
“I needed information! You looked like you were being attacked!”
“I was being kissed, John. Clean your lenses.”
“Over the hood of your car.”
“I enjoyed it.”
“TMI, Virgil.”
Virgil couldn’t help grinning. It wasn’t often he won a verbal spar with his space brother. “I am fine, John. No kissing happening here.”
The frustrated groan from orbit only made him grin more.
“So you don’t want me to notify Gordon that you need rescuing?”
The grin vanished and it was Virgil’s turn to groan. Okay, needling John was never a successful ploy. One day he would remember that his brother was a genius and had all the answers.
A sudden banging on the side of his truck startled him enough to hit his head again. What the-?
“You okay down there, mate?”
Uh? Virgil pushed himself out from under his truck and found himself squinting up at a guy about his Dad’s age.
“Broken down?”
“Uh, yeah.” He got his feet under himself and leaning on Monique, stood up.
There was a giant black pickup truck on the other side of the road, three times the size of Monique. A sticker with flickering flame towards the rear declared ‘Burning dinos’.
“Need a hand?” The guy had a grey beard and hair, bit of a belly, and tattoo down one tanned arm.
Virgil grabbed that rag and wiped his hands best he could. “No, she’s not going anywhere, I’m afraid. Thanks for stopping, though.”
“Not a prob. Just doing the neighbourly thing.” The man frowned. “Say, are you from around here?”
“Not quite-”
“You look familiar.” The man’s frown deepened.
Uh, oh.
“You been on the HoloV?”
“Uh-“
The man peered at his face, enough for Virgil to have to take a step back and collide with Monique.
“You look a lot like one of those rescue guys. You know, the ones who fly those planes that make all that noise.”
“Well, yeah I-“
But then the guy was laughing. “Sorry, you must get that a lot.”
“Sometimes.”
“It’s not like one of those billionaires would drive something like that, is it?”
And he was gesturing at Monique.
Virgil frowned. “Well-“
“After all, I earn enough and look at my girl. She’s got everything I can afford and still she needs more.”
A glance at the black monstrosity and there was definitely no need for more. He seriously doubted the vehicle had ever done a lick of work, or in some cases, could.
He could hear his father saying it now - ‘she ain’t pretty, but she’s practical’. Dad always was function over form. Monique may be old and worn, but she’d earnt every scratch and scrape, and she wore them proudly.
“So, you doin’ her up?”
“What?”
“Your truck. She a work in progress?”
“No, she just needs some repairs. My brother will pick me up soon.” He really should call Gordon, despite the ribbing involved.
“Sure you don’t want a lift?”
“Yeah, thanks anyway.” Was it rude to hope the man would leave?
Probably.
Unfortunately, either way, he didn’t.
“So, what is it? The money?
“Excuse me?”
“The reason why you drive a broken truck.”
“Uh-“
“Just imagine if we had the money. You could fix up it up, give it a new paint job.” He arched an eyebrow at Monique. “Or buy a new one.”
“I like my truck as she is.” Bar a busted bearing or two.
The guy eyed Virgil like he had a disease. “Why?”
“She’s an heirloom.”
“I can see that.” He took a step back as if to really look at Virgil’s truck. “Is that a backyard eco-conversion?” A look of pure horror crossed the guy’s face.
“Yeah.” Dad and Grandpa had done it together back in the 2030s. Grandpa didn’t want to take the truck off the road, so the gas engine got the boot and Dad had helped him install the eco-conversion.
“You do realise an eco can’t compare to a traditional gasoline engine? My girl has six hundred horsepower under her hood. She works hard and plays hard. She can pull 15,000 pounds and not break a sweat.”
Virgil folded his arms. “Impressive.” Except for the whole burning hydrocarbons issue, deal breaker that it was. He wasn’t going to mention Monique’s specs, she was after all, more than she looked.
Besides, he could hear the sound of his girl in the distance. She could pull a lot of things.
Thunderbird Two shot into a low hover above Monique, tossing hair and grass alike, her roar all encompassing. “Hey, Virg, Johnny said you needed a lift?” Gordon’s voice bounced around as big truck guy’s jaw dropped.
“Thanks, Gordon.” Virgil turned to his companion and held out a hand. “Thanks again for stopping.”
The man’s hand was offered absently as he stared up at Virgil’s girl.
“You might want to stand back.”
He vaguely nodded and backed his way across the road to his truck.
“Gordon, grapples will do the job. It’s not far.”
“Aye, Captain.”
Virgil rolled his eyes and, pulling open Monique’s driver side door, climbed in and put on his seat belt.
The clunk of four magnetic grapples, a gentle tug, and Monique left the ground.
Virgil couldn’t help but look down at the man staring up at Virgil’s girl.
Was it wrong to enjoy the shock on the man’s face?
Probably.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#virgil tracy#john tracy#gordon tracy#nuttyfic#this one fought me#Gordy didn't get the yellow motorbike I promised him#maybe next time
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Secret Relationship
pairing: Kayce Dutton x Fem!Reader
request: Hi, I was the Anon with the Kayce ask! My request for kayce is reader being a wrangler for years and had a secret relationship w/ him then left suddenly. Years later she comes back w/ a baby on her hip. Would u be willing to do that? If not I totally understand and respect ur decision!
summary: basically what the request says :)
warnings: cuss words, angst, fluff, and pregnancy (if i missed anything, please let me know!)
word count: 2.6k+
a/n: THERE ISN’T ANY SPOILERS OF THE FIRST TWO S5 EPISODES IN THIS. also should i make this a series?? or make more fics with this dynamic couple. please let me know! also this is my first kayce request! so please, be nice to me. my yellowstone are open too! and this wasn’t proofread, so i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes
You couldn’t believe it. You were about to enter the place where you used to work for five years. You used to work at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. You worked as one of the wranglers, but that all ended. It all ended because you got pregnant. And the one that got you pregnant was Kayce, your boss's son. You two had a secret relationship while you were working on the ranch. The moment that you found out that you were pregnant. You immediately packed up your bags and left the ranch without telling anyone. You didn’t want the others to find out that you were pregnant, and most definitely. Who got you pregnant, because if they did. You could be in deep trouble. So that’s why you left, but little did you know. When Kayce found out the next day. He was upset. He didn’t know what to do without you. He hoped you would come back again someday and explain why you left without telling anyone. And that someday is today.
“Here goes nothin’, you sighed to yourself. You took your car out of park and drove through the entrance of the ranch. The moment you started driving through the entrance of the ranch. You felt your heart start to beat very fast, and you even felt your palms start becoming sweaty against the steering wheel. You had so many things running through your head right now. You weren’t sure how Kayce and even John were going to react to you being back at the ranch and even having a baby on your hip.
When you finally reached the house. You parked your car and got out. You grabbed your daughter from the backseat and took her out of her car seat, and placed her on your hip. While you were walking up to the house. You noticed Kayce's truck and even John’s truck were parked outside. You were now even more nervous than you were when you first arrived because you know that the moment you knock on the front door. You’re going to face Kayce or either John, or either of the both of them.
You walked up the steps and to the front door of the house. You raised your free hand to knock on the door. You were waiting there anxiously for the door to be opened. The moment the door opened. You were face to face with Kayce.
“Oh my goodness,” Kayce said. He was surprised that he could barely get any words out of his mouth. He couldn’t even gather the fact that you were standing right in front of him. For the majority of the past year and a half. He thought that you left Montana and never looked back, but here you are. Back at the ranch where you used to work, and the same place that you called home. Another thing he couldn’t even gather was the fact that you had a baby on your hip.
“Uh- can we talk? please,” you asked him nervously.
“Yeah,” Kayce nodded. He moved out of the way, so then you could enter the house. Once you entered the house, he closed the door behind you. Then he walked towards the living room and you followed right behind him.
“Please sit,” He motioned towards one of the couches when you walked into the living room. You took a seat on the couch, and you set your daughter down on the ground right in front of your feet. Kayce sat down on the opposite side of the couch that you were sitting on.
“Uh- I don’t even know how to explain everything,” you said, as you started to play with the promise ring that was on your finger. The promise ring was a gift from Kayce. You received the ring as a fourth-anniversary present. You still can’t believe that you still wear the ring on your finger. After everything that happened, you should have taken it off, but you just couldn’t.
“Well, you could explain why you decided to pack up your things and left without telling anyone. Or you could explain why you’re back here with a baby,” Kayce stated. His voice sounded cold and angry.
“Well, the whole reason why I left was because I got pregnant…a-and I-I’m back here with a baby because I thought it was a good idea to finally come back, so then you could finally meet our daughter,” you said, as you turned your head towards Kayce’s direction. All of a sudden you noticed that he had a soft look in his eyes. You were now hoping his voice wasn’t cold and angry anymore after what you just said to him.
“Wait. Our daughter?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. You had tears starting to form in your eyes. After you said that, you were regretting leaving in the first place. Kayce shouldn't be meeting his daughter in this type of way. He should have met her the moment she was born. The moment when she was placed on your chest.
“I’m gonna need a minute,” Kayce said, as he got up from the couch and walked away toward the kitchen.
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll be here when you get back.” You picked up your daughter from the floor and placed her back on your hip.
When Kayce walked into the kitchen. He walked in and immediately made eye contact with his father since he was in there. He was pouring coffee into his coffee cup. Kayce was now wondering if his father heard the whole conversation that went down in the living room not too long ago.
“Son, do you want to explain to me who you were just talking to, in the living room?” Also explain to me while you were talking to that someone, I heard them say, ‘our daughter?’
“Fuck,” Kayce whispered under his breath. He was mad that his father heard the whole conversation that he had with you. He was now going to have to explain to his father the truth and how he technically just found out today that he has been a father for at least a year now. “Uh- I was talking to Y/N.”
“Y/N? As in, Y/N Y/L/N? The one that used to work on the ranch?” John questioned his son.
“Yes,” Kayce nodded. “And the whole reason why you heard her say to me, ‘our daughter’ is because of the looks of it. I got her pregnant.”
When those words came out of Kayce’s mouth. John didn’t even know what to say, or how to react. The only thing he knew was that he was technically a grandfather now, and his son was a father. There was just quietness in the air. Kayce didn’t like that. He wanted his father to say something to him about what he just said.
“Dad? Aren’t you going to say anything about what I just told you?” Kayce asked him.
John put his coffee cup on the kitchen counter and faced toward where Kayce was standing. “Son, what do you want me to say?”
“Uh- I don’t know. Anything, to be honest,” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I guess I could say that I’m pretty okay with the situation. But…it just upsets me that you were going behind my back and started to date her, and even gotten her pregnant. And you know how I feel when you or either your siblings go behind my back and do something,” John explained.
“How do you think I feel?” Kayce said. “I’m upset because obviously when she found out she was pregnant she just decided to leave and not say anything to anyone or anything, or even explain how she and I were about to become parents for the first time.”
All John could do was put his head down, and look down at his feet. He couldn’t bear the fact that his son was angry and even upset with the whole situation.
“What should I do, dad? Should I tell her to leave and never look back? Or should I start over with her?”
John looked up from the ground and looked at Kayce. “What you should do is start over with her. Get to know the whole story about why she left without an explanation, and get to know your daughter. Especially find out what her name is, and exactly how old she is at the moment.”
“Okay,” Kayce nodded. He walked out of the kitchen and back to the living room where you were at. When he walked in, he saw you were still sitting in the same spot as you were when he first left to go to the kitchen, and he even saw that you had your daughter on your hip again.
“So? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Everything is okay. My dad was in the kitchen when I walked in, so I explained to him about who I was talking to, and how by the looks of it. I got you pregnant,” Kayce explained.
“Omg. What did he say? Is he mad about this? Because if he is, I can leave and never come back, and we can all forget that this ever happened,” you said, as you stood up and were about to walk to the front door and head out with your daughter.
“No he isn’t mad about this,” Kayce reassured you.
“Oh,” you said as you sat back down on the couch. You put your daughter on the floor right in front of you, just like you did earlier when you arrived at the house. “Well, what did he say about this then?”
“Well, he told me that he’s okay with this situation. But on the other hand, he’s upset that I was going behind his back, and started to date you, and then, of course, ended up getting you pregnant,” Kayce explained. “Also speaking of me getting you pregnant, why did you leave after you found out?
You couldn’t even look Kayce in the eyes. You could tell by the tone of Kayce’s voice. He wasn’t happy at all. You took a deep breath and said, “I left after I found out because I didn't want anyone to find out about it, because if anyone did. Then I would start getting questions about who got me pregnant. Plus, I didn’t want anyone to find out the truth about you and me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have figured something out.”
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I panicked and I thought the right option was to leave and not say anything. But now, I regret doing that. I regret not telling you about how we were going to become parents for the first time, and I regret not having your dad know the truth about us. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you. I messed up badly.”
Kayce scooted closer to where you were sitting on the couch, and put his two hands on your cheeks to stop you from rambling. “Hey. Look at me.” You looked at him, and when you did. Kayce noticed that you started to form tears in your eyes. It broke his heart. He always hated seeing you upset in any type of way. “It’s okay. I promise.”
“So, you’re not mad or anything like that?” you asked.
“No,” He shook his head. He took his hands off your cheeks. “Just a little upset, but I’ll get over it real soon. I promise. Also, I have two questions to ask you.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “What are the two questions?”
“The first question is can we start over? And Is it possible that I can get to know who my daughter is?” Kayce asked.
“Of course,” you smiled. You picked up your daughter from the floor. She was just chewing on her fingers when you picked her up. “Kayce, this is our daughter Sarah Elizabeth Dutton.”
“She’s so cute,” Kayce said.
“She is, she isn’t,” you smiled down at her.
“Also how old is she?”
You looked up and looked at Kayce, “She’s one year old.”
“Wow,” Kayce said. “Next thing you know she’ll be two years old.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “That just shows that time flies.”
“Yes. It does,” Kayce agreed.
“I have a question for you now,” you said.
“What is it?”
“Do you want to hold our daughter?” you asked him.
“Yes,” Kayce nodded.
You handed Sarah to Kayce. Kayce took her from your arms, and set her on his lap. Sarah didn’t get fussy about how she wasn’t sitting in her mom’s lap anymore. But of course, that was a good thing though. While he was holding her, Sarah kept on babbling. You and Kayce didn’t even know what she was babbling about, but you two thought it was the cutest thing ever. Since she was babbling, and talking. You had the perfect question to ask her. “Sarah. Can you say ‘Dada’?”
Surprisingly not too long after you asked her that question. You and Kayce both heard her say, ‘Dada.’ The moment Kayce heard that word. He started crying. He wasn’t crying because he was upset or anything like that. He was crying because he was happy. He was happy that his daughter said the word ‘Dada.’
“Omg! She actually said it, Kayce. She said ‘Dada’, you said happily.
“Yes. She did.”
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It’s been about two hours since you came over to the Dutton Ranch and explained everything to Kayce. After you were able to get Sarah to say ‘Dada.’ You and Kayce were able to catch up on everything, Plus, on top of that, John was able to get to meet his granddaughter. He was happy about that.
“One last question. I promise,” Kayce said to you. He was pretty nervous to ask you the question that he's about to ask you, but since you and he have both officially agreed to get back together and raise Sarah with each other and be a family. In the end, the question is going to make perfect sense.
“What is it?”
“Well, I know that we technically haven’t been back together for not even an hour yet, but I was wondering, do you move in and live with me?” Kayce asked you.
“Yes. Of course,” you nodded. “But what about all of my stuff? Everything I have is back at my apartment.”
“Let’s worry about that later. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
“For now, let’s just focus on us, and on our daughter who is sleeping peacefully in my arms right now,” Kayce leaned down and kissed the top of Sarah’s forehead. Kayce couldn’t get over how adorable Sarah was. He loved how much she looks like him. He was hoping that his mom was smiling down at him and being proud that he’s a father.
“I think she’s going to become your little sidekick when she gets older,” you commented.
“I think so,” Kayce agreed.
The sight in front of you was making your heart melt. You couldn’t get over how happy Kayce looked holding Sarah. The look in his eyes was just filled with happiness and love. You were glad that you decided to come back to the ranch. You still weren’t happy with yourself about the decision you made when you did find out you were pregnant with Sarah, but that’s all in the past now. The only thing that matters now, was that you and Kayce were back together and that you and he were going to be able to raise your daughter as a couple.
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East Coast Baby III (JJ Maybank x reader)
WARNINGS // NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, possessive behavior, stalking, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jealousy, manipulation, toxicity, gaslighting, non-canon ages, pogue!reader, she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, Luke jump-scare, angst, bit of smut at the end
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Synopsis // Running from a trauma-addled past, you arrive in OBX to find some peace. Shortly after, a series of strange events ensue, drawing your circle smaller and smaller, eventually driving you into the arms of one JJ Maybank. What you hadn't realized, however, is how difficult it would be to escape the one person you never thought you'd have to run from.
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You were starting to settle into the Pogue life.
Gathered outside The Chateau, Pope swung lazily in the hammock, Kie sat cross-legged on an overturned bucket, and you and JJ sat on a long, wide log, legs pressed together at your close proximity.
You had been hanging with the Pogues for a solid week now, though you all saw increasingly less and less of John B.- a fact that set Kiara on edge.
“You do realize he’s hanging out with that bitch, Sarah Cameron, right?” Kie said to the group, aggravated.
You were familiar enough with the island at this point to recognize the name. Sarah Cameron: Rafe’s sister and daughter to the Kook King, Ward Cameron. You remembered seeing her standing next to Topper that night at The Boneyard, though the two of you hadn’t had any interaction.
“Well, John B. is working for her father- so yeah, she’s gonna be around him, Kie,” Pope said, exasperated.
“You don’t get it, okay? This is, like, the beginning of the end. He’s gonna start hanging out with her and not us. Soon it’ll be all Sarah, no Pogues. What happened to P4L? I mean, am I the only one concerned about this shit?” She stared pointedly at the rest of your group.
“Uh, yeah”
“Yup.” Pope and JJ replied in quick succession.
Kie threw up her hands and stalked off inside John B.’s unlocked house. Pope shot you and JJ an apologetic look as he chased her inside, leaving the two of you alone.
JJ moved his hand over to your knee and you jumped slightly and the unexpected touch.
“What? It’s okay to touch you, right?” JJ asked, smirking.
You noticed how touchy JJ had become since the morning you woke up entangled in his arms after the party at the Boneyard. That morning, you quietly slipped out of his grasp and walked home before you had to endure the usual awkwardness that would be sure to follow if he were awake, but JJ hadn’t mentioned it since.
That was several days ago, however, and you were slowly becoming more accustomed to his penchant for physical contact. You dared say you even liked it.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you smiled back at him, placing your hand atop his. JJ’s skin glowed a warm amber in the afternoon light.
“Hey, I wanted to tell you that you’re sort of formally invited to our secret surf spot,” he smiled. “’ Our’ as in the Pogues,” he further clarified.
“Oh, and when were you planning on telling me about this super sick top-secret spot?” you laughed lightheartedly.
“Well, we had a council meeting and decided to initiate you... seeing as we’re kind of together now-” JJ looked up at you, his normally cocky smirk dissolving into nervousness.
You were a bit surprised if you were being honest. It was definitely true that you had grown closer to JJ than the others in the past week, and the two of you already admitted your feelings freely. And you certainly didn’t forget the night after the Boneyard- but a gnawing feeling told you that this was moving too fast. Still, you liked JJ, right? What was the point in prolonging the inevitable? You and JJ were bound to get together, so what was the holdup?
“We are together, right?” JJ asked after a beat.
“I’d like that, yeah,” you admitted. JJ’s wide grin returned immediately.
“But I have to tell you something... and you’re really not gonna like it,” you said in your most serious tone.
“What is it?” JJ asked, the look of concern returning to his features.
“I don’t know how to surf.”
“Shit, I can teach you that,” JJ laughed, visibly relieved. “Challenged accepted.”
You laughed with him. “Game on.”
You, JJ, Pope, and Kie sat around talking until the light started to dim in the sky. John B. never made a reappearance, which was sure to stir up some shit tomorrow.
After a while, JJ dropped you off back home before heading to his. The whole ride there, he kept thinking about what you told him.
You’re together.
He was sure he was smiling like an absolute dork, but he couldn’t help it. You were his now, and you always would be if he had any say in it.
JJ thought back to the morning after the Boneyard party. You had slipped out of his grasp like smoke, gone before he even had the sense to wipe the sleep from his eyes. How had he been so deep in sleep that he didn’t notice you leave him?
Truly, it was all because of you anyway. He hadn’t slept like that in months- so soundlessly, so deeply. It was as if your near presence entranced him in a coma-like state. He hadn’t been able to sleep through the night since, constantly getting up and pacing the floors. When that grew tiresome, JJ found himself making the trek to your house on foot, mindful not to wake you with the sound of his motorbike. He’d make his way around the house to your window, hoping that the mere sight of you would soothe him enough to find some sleep, but he was always disappointed to find his view obstructed by the heavy curtains you pulled closed at night.
You were so cautious, so guarded. JJ wouldn’t let you be that way with him, though. He wouldn’t let you slip away ever again.
Just as JJ let his mind travel to darker, perverse thoughts of you, he pulled into his yard and saw the dark lump of someone passed out on the porch sofa. Luke.
Careful not to wake him, JJ turned off his bike and dismounted as quietly as possible. His boots softly crunched on the ground. As he made it to the front of the house, the three steps creaked under his weight. He silently cursed to himself, but Luke was still dead to the world on the sofa.
If only that were really the case, JJ thought.
He was almost to the door when his foot came crashing down onto a discarded beer can. The aluminum crunched and popped, startling Luke out of sleep.
In seconds, Luke was up, grabbing at the collar of JJ’s t-shirt.
“Who told you to wake me, boy?” Luke screamed, spit flying from his alcohol-scented mouth. “You have any idea how long I’ve been working? I don’t deserve a minute of fucking sleep, huh?”
JJ pushed him back and he stumbled, his balance unsteady from his beverage of choice.
Usually, JJ would ignore Luke. Let him have his tantrums and then get the hell out of dodge. But here he was, yelling at JJ about interrupting his moment of peace- did Luke ever worry about what he was interrupting? JJ should be the one pissed at Luke for interrupting his thoughts of you- the only thing that gave him any peace these days.
“You don’t work,” JJ spat bitterly. “Moving drugs for some third-grade dropout for four dollars an hour doesn’t count.”
“You little shit-” Luke jumped back at JJ, fisting his shirt and throwing him against the house. He threw punch after punch until JJ’s knees buckled and he doubled-over onto the wooden floor of the porch.
One thought persisted in his mind as Luke’s steel-toed boots met his stomach: he needed to find you.
A repetitive tapping noise sounded at your window, and you jumped when you noticed JJ’s face looming in the darkness behind the curtains.
You crossed the room, pulling open the window pane. JJ wasted no time climbing in like he’d been doing it all his life.
“I had to see you,” he said a little shakily.
You examined his expression a bit closer at the waver in his usually strong, confident voice. His eyes were a little glossed-over and shifty, his eyebrows drawn together, hard lines appearing between them. Was he drunk? High, maybe? You had only just separated for the night an hour or two ago, but you knew he liked to partake in both from time to time, so you wondered.
No, you thought. You knew this look. It was one you’d seen appear on your own face for too long. It was fear in its purest form.
“JJ, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned now. JJ was always so sure of himself. You thought just about nothing could rattle him.
He said nothing, only pulling you into a near-bone-crushing hug. Your body relaxed into his, allowing him to be soothed by your presence.
“I just really had to be near you,” JJ whispered into your shoulder, his head nestled there.
He was really worrying you now, but you knew better than to pry. You rubbed circles on his back until he picked his head up, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I want to kiss you,” he breathed, hardly audible. His soft pink lips were mere inches from yours.
You took a sharp intake of breath. “Then do it.”
That was all the permission JJ needed. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands finding your waist and squeezing tightly as if he would never let you go. Both of you were out of breath when you finally pulled apart, JJ’s hands never leaving your body.
“Some kiss,” you chuckled lightly, head buzzing from his nearness. He crushed you to his body in another hug and you slipped your hands up the back of his shirt, craving his warmth. When your hands met wetness, you pulled back. Crimson red stained the tips of one hand.
“JJ, what the fuck?” You stepped back and lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the lower purple and black bruises dotting his abdomen. There were a few shallow cuts present along his torso- the source of the blood. “Take this off,” you demanded.
JJ obliged, allowing you to gently ease him out of his shirt. You stifled the horrible combination of a sob and gasp in your throat.
Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the wounds at his sides, your eyes meeting his in a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.
“Um, so my dad’s back...” JJ cast his gaze down to the floor, hand wrapping loosely around your lifted wrist.
“JJ, what the fuck,” you repeated, angrily this time. “You should have told me,” you shook loose from him, stalking off to the bathroom to grab the first aid supplies.
“I did tell you,” JJ started as you reentered your room.
“You told me your dad drinks too much, not that he hits you,” you emphasized.
“It doesn’t matter. You couldn’t have done anything anyway.”
“I wouldn’t have let you go back to him,” you stared at him incredulously. “And you aren’t going back to him tonight. You’re staying here, with me.”
JJ’s blue eyes met yours, unshed tears welling there. You grasped his arms, guiding him down into the soft chair in the corner of your room. You plopped down on the floor in front of him, soaking cotton in an antiseptic spray. You dabbed at some of the nastier cuts and JJ winced.
“Sorry J,” you said apologetically.
“No, it’s fine. It feels nice, really. You’re a lot gentler than my old man,” he laughed, though now it was your turn to wince.
How could JJ’s dad do this to him? JJ looked like a sad, beaten puppy in your armchair, vulnerable and exposed. How could he do this?
Of course, you knew very well how he could. It was the same way your father could.
Before you could be entirely swallowed by the dark memories threatening to pull you back, JJ spoke again.
“You’re good at this. At taking care of people, I mean.”
You smiled at him sadly. “I’ve had practice. You’re not the only one with shitty parents.”
A look of recognition and then horror crossed JJ’s face. How had he not guessed it? It was all there. There in the way you jumped at loud noises. There in the way you tried your damnedest to isolate yourself from everyone entirely. It was why you were so gentle with him. Because you knew what it was to have to be tough.
Even though he wanted to give you time to open up to him on your own, he had to know now.
“Tell me.” He demanded, almost angry sounding.
“Not much more to tell than what you’ve probably guessed. My dad likes to hit. Things, walls, people.” you shrugged. “I used to take care of my mom like this when they got into it,” you said as you gently rubbed cream into the darker bruises.
JJ was silent for several seconds, just staring into your face. Was it pity he was feeling towards you? He was in a similar situation now, and you figured he’d understand, but maybe not. You briefly questioned if you should have told him anything at all.
Just as your face was growing hot from a nagging feeling of shame, JJ spoke in a deep tone.
“Come here,” he instructed, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap.
Straddling him, he placed his hands on both sides of your face as you leaned into a deep kiss. He pulled back after a long moment.
“No one is ever going to touch you like that again. Not while I’m here,” he said, gravely serious.
You wanted to believe him, but as JJ’s shirtless, battered torso lay beneath you, you understood the utter helplessness of both of your situations.
Still, your eyes misted with unexpected tears. No one had cared so fiercely for you before. It felt nice if you were honest.
Before you could respond, JJ’s lips were back on yours, kissing you with a newfound hunger. One of his hands traveled down to your throat while the other cupped the underside of your ass. Soon his kisses were trailing a blazing hot path down your neck and chest.
“JJ, wait...” you gasped, breathless by the sudden pace.
JJ instantly pulled back, concern building in his eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
You thought for a moment. “No,” you breathed before your mind could catch up to your mouth.
“Good,” he grunted out. JJ’s lips resumed their spot on your neck while his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling up and over your head so that you were both bare from the waist up.
His mouth instantly attached to your erect nipple, swirling his tongue along the mound. You tossed your head back- the warm, wet confines of his mouth sucking your sensitive skin in just the right way to elicit a moan from your lips.
He shifted his hips up and you gasped at the hard bulge pressed against your core. You instinctively ground down on him, pulling a strangled moan from his throat.
He stood abruptly with you in his arms, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips.
“I need you right now,” JJ panted into your mouth, your hands tangling in his soft hair.
“You have me,” you whispered in response.
~series masterlist~
#jj maybank#dark!jj maybank#obx#outer banks#rafe cameron#jj obx#jj outer banks#rafe obx#jj x reader#dark!jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x reader#obx fic#obx fanfiction#outer banks fic#outer banks fanfiction#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fanfiction
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outlaw!johnb had tried not to take advantage of your sweet body during his stay. what transpired between the two of you on the evening you met felt wrong. not-gentlemanly. like he’d taken advantage of someone sweet and sheltered. he’d been determined to keep his hands to himself until the time was right once more, but as your parents extended their stay away — leaving the house for the two of you to be alone in even longer, he found it increasingly more difficult to do so. especially when you were so keen on playing house.
you’d settled into a routine. john b would get up and tend to the ‘handyman’ things that needed to be tended to, like fixing the fence that had been destroyed in the storm or odd jobs around the house, and you would do all the domestic stuff — like cleaning, preparing meals, tending to the animals. today was laundry day, and clearly the routledge boy was ill prepared for what this meant.
whilst hammering away at the planks of wood beneath the blistering sun, the wavy haired brunette raises his head to see you appearing not far from him, a laundry basket balanced on your hip, wearing the flimsiest, shortest white sundress known to man. he allows his gaze to wander, offering you a small smile when you wave. you set your basket down to begin hanging up laundry on the line to dry, and as you bend down to retrieve the first clean clothing item — a warm breeze gently blows your dress astray, displaying your glistening cunt. john b tips his head towards the sky, closing his eyes with a pained groan. there would be no stopping him.
he tried, for a solid minute — but as he continued to watch you bend, your folds gently spreading each time you did so, he grew hard beneath the hot sun and decided enough was enough. he’d give you what you’d been pawing at him for all week.
“uh, are you kidding? you’ve got to be doing this on purpose. right?” that familiar chesty hum comes from behind you as you hang up a dress and you freeze, a gentle breeze washing over you.
“s’laundry day, john b.” you shrug, not daring to turn around. you wasn’t sure if you could control your lustful gaze.
“yeah? okay well — the lack of underwear is definitely gonna make this a lot easier.” he mutters as he strides closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his crotch to your ass. “touch your toes, sweetheart.” he commands and you shakily do so with an aroused whimper.
he decides it’s not enough, and when you’re fully bent at the waist, he gives you a gentle nudge forward and you topple onto your knees in the plush grass. “yep, stay riiiight there.” his words are somehow comforting as you hear his belt buckle unlock and his zipper come down. he pulls your dress up your back and swears under his breath at your puffy wet pussy staring back at him. “definitely… knew what you were doing there, huh.” he speaks mostly to himself.
“can you please try n’give me a baby this time, daddy?” you mewl, as he lines himself up and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“please shut up.” he blurts out before opening them. “i mean, uh… just… you can’t say those things sweetheart. trying real hard not to be too rough here.” he pushes in and your toes curl in the grass, a high pitch squeal leaving you as you grasp around at nothing. “i know, hey— stick with me here lil’ pup.” he coaches you, watching the way your body tries its best to relax. john b was big, and taking him with your ass in the air and your cheek in the dirt made him feel heaps bigger.
he bottoms out, tipping his hips completely forward with two hands on your lower back and his jaw agape. “wow.” he breathes out, staring intently at the way you’re stretched around his thickness. he’s snapped from his trance by your head craning round, some dirt on your cheek and grass in your hair.
“john b, the cows are gonna watch you give me a baby.” you’re pouting, and whilst the whole innocent act turns him on — he needed to lock in or he’d really cum inside you again. without much thought, he yanks his bandana from his neck and stuffs it into your mouth before gently pushing your cheek back to the grass.
“there you go. just hold on for me, okay?” he asks before he starts to thrust, bottoming out each time making his thighs slap against your ass cheeks. with each thrust, you let out a devastating little sound — pussy drooling around him. “see? gooood girl. you really like the whole mean, ruffian, outlaw thing, huh? soaking me here, bub.”
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Thinking about how what the implications are if "(Not) A Devil" is Mikoto's third trial song.
Specifically, about these two lines and how they contextualized the song as a whole.
It's preceded by these lines
My radiant halo is closing in around my neck
It loosens when I lie, the “Mayday” I can’t call out
Let’s cover-up in white paint, get lost in the part and play
It gets easier when you lie go on, try it
And as we can see here, their lines are dyed in the others' colours, while brown/gold is them in unison.
(Incidentally, I decided to look up what patrician means, and uh.
That is certainly A Definition, when tied to Mikoto)
This implies that the angel's claim that they're dead and gone is part of the lies interwoven in the song. Isn't this a claim that sounds familiar~?
Mikoto: Please, forgive Boku. If you don’t… I’m sure he won’t be able to deal with this any longer.
Es: “A sin committed by another personality isn’t a sin”... you’re telling me that’s how I should judge?
Mikoto: Yeah. If you forgive Boku… I’ll disappear.
Es: …
Mikoto: That’s right. I’ll have to disappear eventually, anyway… Disappear, and take all of it with me. I… was born to protect Boku, after all.
Es: You were… born for it…
Mikoto: Yeah. If it’s for Boku, I’ll… do anything.
You see, I don't think that he will disappear?? We know that there's still a third trial. I doubt that Mikoto wouldn't be stressed by the prospect of being voted guilty for a second/third time. It would be one thing if it was a longer period of voting, or one vote equating to instant freedom. But the prisoners are fully aware of the fact that it's not one and done (and if they didn't before, I'm sure that Haruka's interrogation would give them that insight). As it stands, there's a very real possibility that the more guilty you get, the less likely you'll be allowed freedom. Furthermore, it's also a possibility that it's a two out of three system. Or, to draw on his relation to baseball, three strikes and you're out.
Mikoto would probably be able to piece that together, and even if he isn't outwardly stressed next trial, I'm sure the idea of that would linger subconsciously. You know, the thing that brought out "John" to begin with. This is regardless of the outcome of this trial.
A tangent, but the lines
this is just a silly joke song
(just kidding~)
(who cares~)
would also feed into the continued insistence that this is all just a dream/bad joke that needs to end. That, and this aspect of Mikoto's character that has been showcased repeatedly
Mikoto: It’s pretty tough, isn’t it? (laughs) Ever since I came here, so much has been happening that I don’t understand…
Es: … You really… do laugh when you’re suffering, huh?
Mikoto: Huh?
Es: You don’t get angry. You don’t scream. You laugh, like it’s a minor inconvenience.
Mikoto: Ah… I guess so. I might have that kind of trait.
Es: …
Mikoto: Usually, if you just laugh and pretend, things work out in the end, right? I’m pretty good at that. Making things work out to the best of my abilities.
Es: Is that so…
Mikoto: (laughs) …But… it’s not coming to an end. All of this. With things I’ve never even heard before, the whole ti—
His reaction to stress is to diminish it, or treat it as something ephemeral. Something that doesn't truly exist, just ignore it and keep going. Except as we've seen, it's not working in Milgram, and I'm pretty sure it didn't work in the circumstances before his murder too. And I don't think it will work as he wants, even if he's voted innocent this round.
I need to specify that this isn't a thing to sway the vote in any direction, just something I thought was interesting. And honestly, I may be interpreting it all wrong too! I'm not always great at looking at the evidence and drawing the right conclusions- sometimes I can convolute something that's really simple. Or to put it another way, miss the forest for the trees.
#milgram#Mikoto Kayano#I am curious if this type of logic has a leg to stand on#also if you saw this half finished without tags no you didn't >B- p
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can we have graves giving random trinkets to price like some sort of stray cat as like his love language and price is like "??? what do i do with this" and he doesn't know what to do until someone points it out that maybe, just maybe, that graves likes giving people he likes little items
This is such a fun idea!
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Price sat with the majority of his team after a mission, all of them drinking. He noticed Graves slip something in his pocket but he waited a minute before seeing what it was. A small coin, probably from the country they had just come back from, sat in his hands. It had been cleaned and shined slightly.
Odd. He couldn’t exactly use it now. He slipped it back in his pocket and didn’t comment on it.
The next gift was a couple weeks later after another mission. This one was set on his desk. It was a flower. Also from the country they just came from. It looked like it had been pressed, dried and very fragile to the touch.
“I found it while doing recon.”
Price nodded. “And you kept it?”
“Yes.” Graves nodded before leaving. He didn’t make any other comment on it, so neither did Price. The flower was kept in the drawer with the coin.
Graves gave him a bullet casing. He had stared at him for a while before moving on. Then a cigar holder. And most recently, a ring that was way too small.
Price had stared at that one a while. It didn’t fit any of his fingers and was clearly from someone Graves had shot in the last 24 hours. Any blood that might’ve been on it had been wiped away. Slim gold band, probably from a woman from the looks of it.
Price didn’t get it. None of the things particularly made sense. None of them could be useful at this time so they just stayed in his drawer at his desk. Sometimes, he looked at the flower, a bit worried it would break into pieces.
He held ring in his hand while with Ghost and Gaz. Soap was going to be joining them for a card game later but he was getting whiskey first.
“What’s that captain?” Gaz shuffled the cards.
“Uh... a ring?”
Ghost quickly looked at him. “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking of proposing.”
“Jesus Christ, Simon. No. Graves gave it to me and it definitely wasn’t a proposal.”
“Oh. Cute gift.” Gaz looked at it.
“Yeah, he keeps giving me random stuff. I don’t get it.” Price put it down, noticing they were both looking at him before they looked at each other.
“John. I know you’re not this dense.” Simon laughed, stealing a puff of Price’s cigar that he had sat down.
“What?”
“He never gives us little gifts.” Gaz pointed out, trying to coax him into the right direction.
Price was lost. In his defense, it was less being dense and more denial. Graves giving him gifts was strange enough. Giving him gifts as some sort of courting thing was even stranger.
“Alright. Let’s say you guys are right. What should I do?”
“Give him a gift back.”
“Like what?” Price looked between them. “A ring feels like too much.”
“A book? He keeps staring at mine. Might be worth a shot.” Ghost hummed. “I think he mentioned being a horror fan.”
Price nodded. “Alright. I’ll try.”
The perfect item ended up falling in his lap. They raided a building belonging to Makarov’s men and one of the guys was a horror fan. Under his bed, there was a book.
“Scary stories to tell in the dark”
It looked old, a few of the pages dog eared, but it looked cool.
Price went back for it after everything had been cleared. He hid it under his gear until they were safely back at base. The pages had gotten the slightest bit of blood on them but he thought it added to the charm.
Graves stood next to him, handing him a dog tag with a bullet through it. Price gave him the book.
Graves stiffened as he looked at it before slowly opening it up.
“Used to love these stories as a kid. My older cousin read them. She went all out for all of them...” He didn’t look up, just going through the pages quietly.
“Might have to borrow it some time.”
“It’s more for kids.” Graves blushed. “But anytime John.”
#cod#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#Phillip graves#John Price#Captain John Price#Price x Graves#Graves x Price
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~My thoughts on JFK’s character assassination from S2~
Okay finally writing this all out!
(Sorry, these are all the negative things I have to say, my positive impressions will have to be another post)
First off, I really love jfk, in both seasons. Are they the same guy? Not really. One person on here on Tumblr made the comment that s2 jfk is the jfk in the mirror. Headcanon accepted! XD
So, why is he out of character in the 2nd season? First off, he’s a genuinely nice guy, which is waaaaayyy different than how he acted in s1, even at the end. He definitely had some growth and development in s1, but even in the last ep he was still punching other dudes, had 5 different girls as his prom dates, and made jokes of his rival Abe (although at this point it was a bit justified, but anyways…) All in all, he’s not a bad person per-se, but he’s definitely still a 16-year-old teenager.
So in s2, after what is only ONE NIGHT OF SLEEP for him, his personality has a huge change. He doesn’t bully other boys (like Confucius, a social-media obsessed teen with a weird sense of fashion), he’s loyal and loving to ONE girlfriend (never had the first show really established that he loved Joan in that way), he’s no longer antagonistic, and is rather quieter and less crude. (I say less crude because although he still makes sex jokes, other students are shown that they DO find them funny and his jokes tend to not be misogynist like they were in s1).
I actually like that jfk has changed and become a better person, I think that’s great, he’s maturing! But when? When does this happen? When he slept overnight in the meat locker? Nothing indicates that he would have a reason to change. (Some argue his love for Joan, but again, this seemingly came out of the blue). Speaking of his love for Joan, I’ve seen some great fanfics add context to s1 in how he really was in love with her, but the show itself really doesn’t indicate this at all.
*Side tangent to expound on this!* Did he have crush on John Darc (really Joan)? Yeah, but really for no other reason than his boyish instinct (or Kennedy sense as he calls it lol) detected a hot girl!! He liked John Darc because he’s attracted to hot women, not Joan specifically. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow up his crush with her after the episode because I really don’t think he was interested in her other than the fact that she’s a pretty lady. Of course, I think this comes back full circle when we get to the finale, when Joan believes she has to dress up like a slut in order to be considered pretty… which is why jfk says he likes her when she’s just being herself. Because he knows she’s been “a knock-out Betty” this whole time, unlike that “chowder-head Lincoln.” However, not being dense like good ol’ Abe to realize Joan is stunning as she is… doesn’t quite equal the “love of his life.” OF COURSE he likes her, because she’s a babe! But her being a babe doesn’t indicate that he’d suddenly have a massive character change to be dedicated and loyal to her!! *Side tangent over*
Specific changes that I noticed that were off:
“I like boobies and butts! Any shape or uh, size.” No, no he doesn’t. Why would his opinion from s1 (“You know my policy, no fatties!”) Suddenly change? Ofc I’m glad he’s no longer fat-phobic, but why?
“Your fourth string kicker won’t let you down!” What? What happened to being captain of the football team? “El capitan of the futbol team?” Winning the track meets? Being overall a competent athlete?
“I let all my male friendships fade away!” Okay, this one is tricky. JFK really did lose Ponce, and he did in fact end up losing Gandhi even if he wasn’t aware of it. HOWEVER, s1 suggested he was one of the popular kids at school, you’re telling me he had no other friends? Like, not even Julius Cesar who was very often seen with him? Also, s2 does not even mention Ponce (unfortunately) which may have been used as a very good excuse for jfk to be so upset. (Right now, JFK’s tears in s2 ep 2 from missing Ponce only exist in headcanon).
“I’m afraid Joan is the love of my life and I’m not good enough for her!” See my side tangent, but also, why is he suddenly so insecure? One of his traits in s1 was his confident swag.
“Woah, I’ve never had anyone turn me down before…but that’s okay!” I mean, not usually, if he wasn’t asking FREAKING JOAN. The same Joan that was known for kicking, hitting, smacking, and punching him for every little advance he made towards her. He should know better at this point? Even if he did successfully sleep with her, I can’t imagine he’d really be that surprised she told him no, or as she said in the show “let me think about it.”
His crying. He cries SO much in s2. But didn’t he cry in s1 as well? I can hear you asking. Yes, but he cried specifically in ep 10 because HIS BEST FRIEND TRAGICALLY AND SUDDENLY DIED. Also, the reason the “Litter” ep is so funny is because up until that point we’ve never seen jfk so upset and distraught before, he’s genuinely weeping and mourning and we’ve NEVER seen this side of him, nor will we again. But in s2, he cries about everything! He’s literally the depressed loser crying in the freaking bathroom cause he “has no friends”! I guess I wouldn’t have minded as much if it didn’t literally make him look like a crybaby. Even in s1 he cried a bit at the notion of losing Cleo, but he wasn’t known for that.
“Your lips are like a fine chalice of…uuuuhhh, wEt sTUfF!!” Heatstroke jfk was pretty funny, but it also highlighted another change. He’s freaking STUPID in s2. I’m not saying he was particularly “smart” in s1, but he definitely wasn’t the dumb “hurr durr” kinda idiot he is in s2. The one time I think jfk came across as actually dumb in s1 is when he thought Ponce was a genie, but tbh that was more sad than him being just plain dumb. Other things like talking to his reflection or his weird accent were more like quirks, not indicating that’s he stupid. He aced his PXJT test for crying out loud! (“Did you see me on that test Cleo? I smoked it! I can’t wait to see my time.”)
Wanting to be like his clone father. Back to his accent, I genuinely believe he is trying to do an impression (albeit bad) of the real JFK, he’s not talking like that because he has an actual speech impediment. Also, being faithful to Joan also doesn’t work on another sense because he thinks the real JFK was “a macho womanizing stud who conquered the moon!” and I think clone jfk was trying to live up to his legacy by being a womanizer, something not seen at all in s2.
“Woah a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it!” Another thing that bothered me is that he really does act like a golden retriever in s2. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a cute puppy dog, a plot device for Joan, a wholesome himbo who’s dumb but well-meaning, and overall BORING.
The only thing on his mind is sex. Like, really? Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in s2 has something to do with sex, much to Joan’s annoyance and part of the reason she broke up with him. S2 tries to make it seem that jfk is very shallow and has no hobbies or interests, but that is NOT TRUE! He loves sports, watching (“But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room baby” - Wally) and playing them, he cares about his appearance and knows a bit about fashion (hey, his efforts to help Gandhi resulted in the dude becoming instantly popular), he records his own music! HE SINGS AND HAS HIS OWN STUDIO! He likes cool cars and drag racing! He likes throwing parties!! There’s more to his character than just sex!!
Okay, that’s most of it.
Of course, I will also mention the obvious (that others have already pointed out) he went from genuinely hilarious to slightly obnoxious and annoying.
TLDR: he’s turned from a macho womanizing stud, a confident chad, a jerk with soft side, a man of swag and style, to…an insecure crybaby, a boring “nice guy” who’s also a huge idiot.
To end, I still love JFK, even in s2. I appreciate the cute moments he has, and ignoring lack of time for character development I like that he’s trying to be a better person and that’s he’s matured. I could talk about all the things I did like about him in s2, but that will have to wait another day haha.
#long post#I finally got this off my chest ahh!!#clone high#clone high season 2#clone high s2#clone high jfk#clone jfk#jfk#ch jfk#jfk clone high#roxi's rambles
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Just Some of Ivanova & Sheridan’s Peak Sibling Moments in No Surrender, No Retreat:
THE SUMMONING [S04E03]:
“Hey, I heard that you three went to Z’ha’dum after me. That was foolish and dangerous. And I can’t thank you enough for trying.”
THE LONG NIGHT [S04E05]:
“I have just enough trust left in me to believe you.”
INTO THE FIRE [S04E06]:
“Susan, you made it.” “You think I’d miss a party like this?”
THE ILLUSION OF TRUTH [S04E08]:
“Figured I’d find you here.” “Feels strange to have the place this empty.” “It’s the War Room. The war’s over.” “Yeah, says you.”
“Mm, this is trouble.” “Definitely trouble.”
“So what’s got you so worried?” “I’m not worried.” “Tell that to your face.”
“Commander! Did you threaten to grab ahold of this man by the collar and throw him out an airlock?” “Yes, I did.” “I’m shocked. Shocked and dismayed. I’d remind you that we are short on supplies here. We can’t afford to take perfectly good clothing and throw it out into space. Always take that jacket off first. I’ve told you that before. Sorry, she meant to say, ‘Stripped naked and thrown out an airlock.’ I apologize for any confusion this may have caused.”
“We have an open-door policy.” “And an open-airlock policy.” “Commander.” “Sorry.”
ATONEMENT [S04E09]:
“What the—” “Don’t. Even. Ask.”
RACING MARS [S04E010]:
“There isn’t much chance of me winning this argument, is there?” “None whatsoever. I never give up when I’m right. Your only option is surrender.” “Who taught you to negotiate like that?” “You did.” “Oh.”
LINES OF COMMUNICATION [S04E11]:
“Why do you keep watching that garbage? You know it just upsets you.” “I’m gathering intelligence.” “You’re winding yourself up like a cheap watch.”
“Come on. I’ll show you. I, I think we can make this work.” “Uh, John?” “What?” “Uh, don’t you think I better change first?” “Oh, yeah. Right. Uh, sorry. I, I hadn’t noticed.” “Thanks, I’ll just— wait a minute. What do you mean you didn’t notice? I mean, what am I, chopped flarn? I mean, okay, granted, I don’t have any interest in you, you don’t have any interest in me, but if you’re gonna come barging in here in the middle of the night, the least you could say is ‘Nice outfit, Ivanova,’ and then go on a tear.” “Yeah, uh, ‘Nice outfit, Ivanova.’” “You are such a—”
“You were great at it! You have a face people trust.” “I’d rather have a face people fear.”
“Why do I get the ugly suspicion that you’re volunteering me for this job?” “I accept your offer.”
“If he weren’t my commanding officer, I swear I’d shoot him dead.”
RUMORS, BARGAINS, AND LIES [S04E13]:
The entire episode is Sheridan utilizing his Not-So Idiot Brother Energy to persuade the League tbh
THE EXERCISE OF VITAL POWERS [S04E16]:
“Any more defections and this little war is gonna be really one-sided.” “You sound disappointed.”
#who are queue? what do queue want?#for once it’s not an incorrect quote#babylon 5#b5#john sheridan#susan ivanova#himbo and the bi tale as old as time#and now what will I watch?!#that’s right. even more Babylon 5.#i am a simple creature
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Hey K sweets, I love the ‘reasons you’re in my bed’ prompts! (and I am definitely stealing them 😂). Please could you do #13 - Because your room is flooded with whoever from the Peaky universe you like! 😘♥️
Thanks for sending this in, Alex! 🥰 I decided to go with John on this one because I almost instantly thought of an idea with him. I also took a little leeway on the word ‘flooded’ because I didn’t want it to be too dramatic. Enjoy!
Desperate Measures
John Shelby
Warnings: language
The Peaky Blinders have finally managed to get to their destination along the trail that’s leading them to their enemy. The group is exhausted and ready for sleep. The problem is that there’s been a window left open.
The rain had just started coming down heavy as the group of five people pulled up to the house they’d be staying at. Actually, house was too kind of a word for the structure…it was more so like a shack. The group made quick work of getting out of the car and rushing into the dwelling; not wanting to get their clothing too terribly soaked.
“This place has five rooms,” John Shelby started off, taking control of the group since he was the appointed Shelby on the mission, “we’ll split up one person to each room, ok?”
“Does the kitchen count as a room?” Trent, one of the men in the group, spoke up. His question was met with snickers from the other members.
“What do you think?” John asked with raised eyebrows, his patience quickly wearing thin. He’d had a long day and was more than ready for some sleep.
“Well…I mean, it is a room in the house…” Trent responded, not wanting to piss off the leader of the party, but also wanting to make a point.
Silence surrounded the group as no one else spoke. They were waiting for John to give his response. With a sigh, he did: “fine…we’ll have two sleep in the front room. Matt and Joesph, that’ll be you. Trent, you’ll take the loft, I’ll have the back bedroom and (Y/N), you’ll have the front bedroom,” he then laid out the sleeping arrangements for the night. “Any questions?” he asked the group after finishing. Silence arose again, making John nod his head. “Good. Goodnight,” he dismissed the group, allowing everyone to go to their designated places.
(Y/N) slung her small bag over her shoulder and carried it to the room she’d be occupying. It wasn’t common being a woman amidst a gang of men, but she was certainly able to hold her own and proved time and time again that she was the right choice for the position she was in. Thankfully, she’d have her own room tonight.
The sight that she was met with the second she opened the door made her night a lot worse. The window next to the bed was wide open, allowing for the pouring rain to dump itself right onto the bed she was supposed to be sleeping on. A quick glance to the floor made (Y/N) realize that the window had been open for a decent amount of time because a thin layer of water was now covering the carpet.
I just want to sleep, (Y/N) thought to herself as she let out a groan. This was not how her night was supposed to end. There was no way that she’d be able to sleep in the bed she was assigned either.
After soaking in her misery for a few moments, (Y/N) shut the door to the room and turned around in the hall. She decided to walk to the other end of it and knock on the door to the back bedroom.
“What?” John asked as he opened the door, “something wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised. He hoped it wasn’t something too dire as he was basically half asleep at this point and wasn’t feeling anywhere close to ready to solve any major problems.
“Uh…yeah,” she answered him, sucking in a breath after speaking. It’s not like she wanted to come to him with this, but at the same time, what else was she to do? “I’m gonna have trouble sleeping in my bed.”
“Why’s that?” John asked, his brows furrowed now.
“The window was left open. It’s flooded,” she told him, not beating around the bush with her answer.
“Fuck,” John breathed, shaking his head before he squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. What was he to do now? “Fuck…ok. You can have my bed,” he told her his solution.
“What? No…I’m not taking your bed, John,” (Y/N) refused his offer, not wanting to take the bed from her boss.
“Well I’m not putting you in with Matt and Joseph, there’ll be nowhere for you to sleep. And Trent’s probably long passed out. So this is the only other option,” he explained his reasoning to her.
“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, bringing up a fair point.
“I’ll find somewhere,” John brushed her concern off, too tired for it at the moment, “I’ll sleep in the hallway if I have to.”
“Why don’t you sleep with me?” (Y/N) offered, her statement immediately peaking John’s interest. “Erm, not with me…I meant, uh, you know, in the same bed…but not doing anything just…just sleeping,” she stammered out once she realized how she’d worded her previous offer.
“I know what you meant,” he brushed off her blubbered response, a slight grin present on his face. “You sure you want me to?” he asked her then, checking to make sure that she was completely ok with the idea.
“Why not?” she shrugged, making John chuckle before he stepped aside and allowed her into the room, “desperate times call for desperate measures,” she added as she stripped out of her outer clothing, leaving on her long-johns and tank top.
John nodded before the both of them got into their respective sides of the bed. They shared a glance before John reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The room went dark, and the only sound was the rain pattering off the window that was thankfully closed. That was until John let out a snicker.
“What?” (Y/N) asked, wanting to know what he found funny.
“This can hardly be classified a desperate time or measure,” he stated, explaining why he’d just laughed, “and to tell you the truth, I’m quite happy to be sharing a bed with you,” he added.
His final statement made (Y/N)’s cheeks heat up, and she was immensely thankful that the darkness hid that reaction from him. She let out a soft laugh before looking over to where she knew he would be. “Same here, John,” she responded softly as she tried to keep her emotions bottled up.
Maybe her original room flooding wasn’t so bad after all.
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Fates of the Fateless Ch. 7: Idle Gossips (Camp Interaction)
Arthur’s eyes wonder over the new group of men in camp, taking in their actions and mannerisms. But each time he’d find his eyes lingering on the big brute of a man by the name of Eli Samson. Arthur never liked the guy, from the moment they first laid eyes on him back in Bingham. Likes him even less now as he watches the absolute disgust that comes over the fat man’s face as Hosea and Dutch approach him. Opening his mouth to speak no doubt utter nonsense before Hosea cuts him off right quick.
“I don’t want to hear whatever poor excuse you’ve conjured in that melon of yours, what you’re gonna do is sit and listen.” The old man’s voice is stern and quick like a whip. Pausing to hold Samson’s gaze with a serious fire in his eyes.
Dutch speaks next with a rumble in his chest. “You were warned once before Mr. Samson. And I am not a man who enjoys repeating himself.”
“Leave. The women. Alone.”
The three men simply stared each other down before Samson finally relented, eyes breaking contact and nodding his head with a small pathetic “Yes sir…”.
“I don’t like him…” Arthur mutters.
“Who?” John asks.
“Samson. I don’t like him”
“Think he’ll be a problem?” John’s eyes fall to the man in question now sitting all alone in the dirt attempting to pomade his hair into place. Face all red. A single stubborn strand of hair refusing to fall in line. Arthur watches him carefully.
“He’s a man with too much pride, definitely trouble.” Arthur turns to John, “He look much like a miner to you?”
“He looks like a wannabe rich man. Dresses like a banker.” John scoffs. The two watch, a moment of quiet before John speaks again. “And uh…the new girl?”
Arthur groans, “I’ve caught more than an eyeful of her and the red head indulging themselves more than once. Not sure they considered the lack of privacy the life of an outlaw would entail.”
“No not-I wasn’t talking about her.” Arthur turns to meet John’s dark eyes, cigarette dangling from his fingertips as he watches John’s mannerisms.
“The stowaway?” Arthur smirks, “She ain’t exactly new now is she? Been with us some months.” He sucks in a drag.
“Yeah, so?” John inquires again. Eager to hear Arthur’s answer.
“Does it matter?” John just tilts his head with an impatient look. Arthur lets out a sigh, tapping off some ash onto his boots. “I think… She’s got a good head on her shoulders.” The end of the cig lingers just before his lips. “Got a sort of wisdom about her I wasn’t expectin’.”
“So you like her?”
Arthur’s face scrunches, “I hardly know the woman.” He then teasingly nudges John’s knee with his boot, “But we all know what you think of her.”
John’s face frowns as his face instantly turns crimson red, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. You live the part just fine.” Arthur puffs out a billow of smoke, “Usually I’d let you stumble and fall flat on your face when it comes to your women troubles.” Arthur pauses, eyes fixated on John’s, “But leave this one alone.” He flicks his cigarette stub at John’s shirt leaving a splash of ash.
“And why should I take lady advice from you of all people?” John wiped at his shirt aggressively.
“Do or don’t. Just know if you do, it’ll save you a kick in the balls.”
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