#had a real good fuckin day today. took a long ass train ride and it was cool

[saintlesbian]

cryptid sighting at uncle vinnie’s comedy club today

#pentadraws #general hospital #nicholas alexander chavez #william lipton #fanart #art #had a real good fuckin day today. took a long ass train ride and it was cool #NAC and WL were really cool and really chill. but also they 4got 2 bring photos 2 autograph T_T #i had them autograph my sketchbook instead tho which was fine #also they were super stoked about the paintings! #i also showed them some of the animal print AU stuff and they thought it was cool #anyways. is my fit hard or am i just skinny. the world may never know #also went to a pizzeria across the street after and found vanilla nesquik which i didn't think existed #also the shop owner was very niceys to me and gave me free avocado toast ^_^ #i had never tried avocado toast b4 so it was very exciting! #i also learned today that i do not fucking like avocado toast! :) #tthen i took another train ride home and yea thats it. weeee

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

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[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hi everyone. Another big chapter today. The first part has some graphic smut, so feel free to skip to the line break if you want to avoid it. Hope you enjoy :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Eight - The Tournament

Day Seven: Sunday

When Freed woke up, he thought he might be dreaming.

His head was resting against Gajeel's chest, cool and hairless. He could feel large hands running through his hair, and gently scratching at his scalp without too much pressure. His limbs were tangled up with Gajeel's, both of them without any clothes. The gentle vibrations of Gajeel's heartbeat was a pleasant sensation that made Freed smile a little, not moving to open his eyes.

The previous night had been… indescribable. Freed was a man who kept things to himself, and his past was one of his most guarded secrets. Yet sitting in the spring with Gajeel, he had felt compelled to say something. Something instinctive inside of him allowed for vulnerability, and there had been something so freeing about letting Gajeel know what his parents had done. It was more of a burden than he sometimes thought, and having Gajeel both listen to him, and seem to take his side in his own somewhat brutish way, was wondrous.

And then, of course, there had been what followed. The reason they were both in Freed's bed.

Freed was by no means a virgin. He'd had his fair share of partners, but he preferred to sleep with a man he cared for, meaning it had been some time since his last time with a man. Gajeel had been, by quite a considerate margin, the most passionate, all-consuming lover that Freed had been with. He somehow managed to balance a rough, domineering energy with shocking tenderness and the lightest of touches. The press of his strong body against Freed contrasted incredibly with the soft kisses and grazing knuckles.

It had been a night of body-shuddering, sheets-clenching, mind-melting sex.

"Hm," Gajeel purred a little. "Thinkin' about last night?"

"What makes you think that?" Freed spoke, voice sleepworn and croaky.

"'Cause yer naked, wrapped up real tight against me, and if it ain't yer dick pokin' my thigh then I'm real curious about what it is," Gajeel taunted, still scratching at Freed's hair and giving it a little tug. It gave him a flashed memory of being on all fours, Gajeel fucking him while yanking at his hair with cruel strength. "Yeah, yer thinkin' about last night. That good huh?"

"You certainly know how to treat a man," Freed chuckled; he didn't care to lie. Gajeel was jaw-droppingly good in bed. He ran a hand down Gajeel's strong body, grazing his dick. It was just as hard as Freed's. "As do I, it seems."

"Fuck yeah ya do," Gajeel was unashamedly grinning, and Freed chuckled. Gajeel looked down on him, grinning without repentance. "Want another round?"

"You think you can take it?" Freed quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "You were rather energetic last night, I wouldn't blame you if you're needing some time to let your muscles recover."

"You sayin' you think I've pushed myself," Gajeel cackled. "Pretty-boy, I was holdin' back."

Oh, that was a thought. If that were true then what would Gajeel be like when he let himself go? He would be an animal, and Gods would Freed like to witness it.

After glancing at the clock to see they had more than enough time before they would need to leave for the tournament, Freed pushed himself up. The movements shifted the sheets to the side, revealing both of their naked bodies, and Freed swallowed at the sight of the man below him. Muscles rippled, piercings gleamed, and hair spread across the sheets. Gajeel was grinning up at him, horny and expectant.

Straddling the dragon slayer, Freed leant down so their bodies were gliding together. Their dicks rubbed hard, and the cool steel of the rivet piercings that decorated Gajeel's shaft made Freed sigh. This man was made of metal, and it was intoxicating. Freed was addicted.

"You gonna ride me, Pretty-Boy?" Gajeel rasped. "Gonna ride my cock?"

"Ride you?" Freed chuckled. "Perhaps if you'd given me everything you had, I'd treat you. But as you were holding back, I don't think you've earned it," Gajeel whined in protest, and Freed laughed. "You'll enjoy what I have planned, my dear, I'm quite sure of that."

Before Gajeel could complain or question him, Freed pressed their lips together, rolled his hips, and pressed Gajeel into the mattress by the shoulders. Gajeel groaned through their kiss, and Freed felt him shudder under him as he ran his hands over Gajeel's stomach and chest. He grinned a little, pushed himself off of Gajeel and relished the groan of annoyance. He began to slowly pepper kisses down the man's body, starting at his chest, going lower to his abs, then to his naval. Gajeel sucked in a breath and Freed relished it.

How had things changed so much in so little time?

When his lips hovered above Gajeel's dick, he looked up at Gajeel with the most devilish smirk that he could muster. Gajeel looked at him as if breathless, and Freed slowly lowered his head down and licked the tip of Gajeel's aching cock.

"Holy shit," Gajeel gasped. "Y' don't have to. I know the metal ain't for everyone-"

Freed plunged Gajeel's dick deep into his mouth, deepthroating him in a single movement. The feeling of the fat, long dick, filled with cold, harsh metal, filling him was incredible, and he gagged a little around the fullness. He took every inch of the man's dick, forcing Gajeel to maintain eye contact with him. Gajeel let a small 'oh shit' slip out and fuck did it make Freed's dick twitch. He was very reactive to praise.

Swallowing the man's length, Freed began to raise and lower his head, and Gajeel moaned. The sound spurred Freed on, and he began to bob faster and faster, choking and moaning over the man's hard dick.

The taste of metal drove him wild.

Gajeel suddenly froze, let out a spew of curses, and his hands forced Freed's head down on his cock. Freed choked, and a moment later the brilliant sensation of hot cum filling his mouth overthrew everything. Gods it tastes so good.

Freed came without warning, spurting his own cum onto the sheets. His eyes shot open, and he continued thrusting Gajeel's dick deep into his throat. His thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining on his knees while he milked all of Gajeel's cum into his mouth. When he looked up, Gajeel was staring at him lust-struck and seemingly amazed. Freed smirked over the fat cock in his mouth, gave it a final teasing lick, and pushed himself up.

"A suitable replacement for a ride?" He teased, voice hoarse from the throat fucking.

"You just came?" Gajeel gasped, seemingly wonderstruck. "I didn't even touch ya - you didn't even touch yerself - and you came real fucking hard. Just because you were sucking me off?"

"It seems so," Freed smirked.

"Oh Pretty-Boy," Gajeel's tone held mischief and seduction. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

"Will you?" Freed asked. "Well, we've an hour before we need to shower, so perhaps you should start now."

Gajeel had launched himself onto Freed before he had finished speaking.

——

"Gods dammit," Laxus grunted the moment he saw Freed. "You too, huh?"

Freed had walked into the guild, wanting to speak with his teammates after a week without contact. Evergreen had been at the bar, Bickslow was nowhere in sight, and as such Freed had walked to Laxus at their regular table. He had intended to ask as to how Laxus' week with Loke had been - the natural flirt wasn't an obvious easy pairing with someone as socially… complicated as Laxus - but the blonde had looked at him with an expression that was immediately annoyed. Freed didn't know why.

"Me too?" Freed asked, sitting opposite Laxus at their table. "Care to elaborate."

"You hooked up with your teammate too, didn't you," Laxus grunted, seemingly not pleased with the outcome.

Freed immediately stilled. His and Gajeel's night together was something that they hadn't spoken about with any seriousness, but they both had decided to keep it private. They didn't leave marks in places where they could be seen, they had tried not to look as though the dynamic of their relationship had been turned on its head when they had gotten into the guild, and Freed had even gone so far as to apply a pain-killing rune on his ass. He hadn't wanted people asking why he had a slight limp.

There was the issue of the piercings Freed now had, and the runic tattoo over Gajeel's exposed arm, but they could lie about that. It could have been passed off as a trust exercise or bonding experience. Fairy Tail was known for doing things with more intensity than required, their body modification could be seen as that happening again.

"What makes you think that?" Freed asked, cagey.

"You stink of iron and his cologne. Bet he stinks of you, too," Laxus huffed a little, and Freed frowned. He should have considered that... "You couldn't've at least showered after you did it, huh?"

"We did," He said firmly.

"Together or apart?" Laxus demanded. When Freed didn't answer, Laxus knew and rolled his eyes. "If it's gonna be a regular thing then you're going to need some stronger soap. Don't want to know every time he's been in bed with you."

"I suppose not," Freed chuckled. It was then when he remembered what Laxus had said in greeting, and frowned again. "You said 'me too' when you realised me and Gajeel had slept together. Have you and Loke started something?"

"What the fuck! No," Laxus exclaimed, before grunting. "I could've had him, but I didn't want him. No. Bicks and Gray are fucking as well."

"Really?" Freed frowned, looking over the banister. He scanned the room and his eyes settled on Gray, who was sitting on one of the many benches with Bickslow's arm around his shoulders, arguing with Natsu. Bickslow and his babies were offering words of support in the argument, and Bickslow was grinning widely. "How did that happen?"

"You remember when Bicks said he'd take his clothes off every time Gray did?" Laxus asked, and Freed nodded, vaguely remembering something of the sort. "He did it, apparently Gray was into it, and they started banging on the second night," Freed looked back at Laxus, who was frowning at him. "Dunno why that's a surprise considering what you and Gajeel did. Thought you didn't like each other. You aint the type to hate-fuck."

Freed thought for a moment. The shift from seething hatred, to tentative friendship, to what had happened the night before didn't exactly make sense to him. The piercings, runes, unison raids and demonic influence didn't make things easier to understand.

"We challenged our preconceived notions of one another, and found kinship," Freed said in explanation. "I would like to know why you seem a little huffy about it."

"Because I know you're not gonna fall into bed with a guy who's hot just because you wanna sleep with him. You're a guy who sleeps with someone they care about, probably only with a guy you could see yourself being with for a long time," Laxus shrugged. Freed didn't disagree, but didn't see how this was relevant. "If he's gonna be around you for a long time then he's gonna be around me for a long fucking time too. I'm gonna have to talk to him, get to know him, all that crap. Gonna have to do it with fucking Gray as well. I don't need that shit. Got enough friends."

"So your aversion to our relationships is because you dislike people?" Freed chuckled, and Laxus nodded. "So, not because you're still madly in love with me then?"

"Fuck you," Laxus gurnted, but grinned.

"I expect that you might say that if you were still interested in me," Freed teased, and Laxus rolled his eyes. "Though I expect if we were still together and you said that, you would be begging for it rather than demanding it. You were awfully needy, I recall."

"You know what, I'm glad you found him. You can piss him off rather than me," Laxus muttered, and Freed chuckled. Laxus' expression shifted to something more sinceer. "He good for you?"

"I think so," Freed nodded, smiling a little. "Unusual, I'll admit. But good."

"And yer demon ain't been fucking around?" Laxus looked serious now, and Freed understood why. The blonde did sometimes have a tendency to blame himself for the demon, even though Freed felt all the fault lay in his parent's actions. "It ain't done anything today. It gets bad today, right?"

"There was an incident in the week, but it was sorted before anything could come of it," Freed said, not wanting to go into details.

"You sure?"

"I am," Freed gave an honest response, and Laxus nodded a little.

For a moment, they both sat at their table. Laxus was drinking a tankard of beer while Freed polished his sword in preparation for the tournament. Freed had to admit that, although he had intended for his and Gajeel's relationship - whatever it was going to be - to be a secret, he felt warmed both by how Laxus hadn't questioned his closeness to Gajeel with anything more than curiosity, and how he had accepted the fact that Gajeel might be a part of their lives that was going to stay.

That felt nice too. The idea that Gajeel would be a mainstay in his life, and in the lives of their team. He wondered how Gajeel might interact with his team. He wondered what it would be like to return home with Gajeel after a night at the guildhall, drunk and cheerful. They might stumble into bed, and just laugh as they fall asleep side by side.

Freed would enjoy that.

"I'm sorry, I've ignored it long enough," Laxus suddenly said, and Freed looked towards him. "What the hell is with the piercings? You lost a bet to him or something?"

Freed just laughed, and decided he would tell Laxus the story.

——

"And for the final fight of the day, the one you've all been waiting for, the battle for the championship," Makarov was yelling into a microphone, his voice echoing around the clearing behind Fairy Tail's guildhall. "On the left, we have Bickslow and Gray! On the right, we have Gajeel and Freed! Two teams that have proven themselves to be incredibly powerful over the day, crushing all competition before them. Are you both ready!"

Fuck yeah Gajeel was ready!

Today was his day. He'd woken up with the memory of fucking Freed hard all the damn night, only to have Freed wake up in his arms ready for a morning of more. When they'd gotten to the guild, he'd heard stories about teams that just hadn't worked out because they let their arguments get in the way, and it made him realise how fucking close he and Freed had been to ending up as another disaster. And throughout the tournament, the natural comradery that he and Freed had quickly developed had burst out and they had seemingly decimated their opponents in every match.

Now, all they had to do to win the prize was to beat up the Puppeteer and the Stripper. It was going to be easy, and Gajeel was already planning on what he would do with the prize. After seeing how Freed lived, Gajeel knew he couldn't stay, so the money was going towards a new place.

And then, they'd also get to make a forfeit for the overall losers. He hoped it would be Natsu. He was gonna make the flamebrain loudmouth his personal fucking footrest for a month. Maybe he'd even get a throne, just to piss him off more.

Freed would look good sitting in a throne.

He'd look better sitting in a throne naked.

But he couldn't think about this now. He nodded that he was ready, as did Freed, Gray and Bickslow. He needed to be in the zone to get the victory. He shouldn't underestimate Gray and Bickslow, who seemed to be almost as in tune as he and Freed were being. Maybe having sex with your teammate made you work well together? Who knew?

"And begin!" Makarov yelled.

As they had with each fight, Gajeel ran forward while Freed started casting runes. Gajeel allowed iron to replace his skin, and he extended an arm to land a punch at Gray. Gray blocked it with a shield of ice, which shattered and made him stumble. Gajeel pounced on the misstep and rammed his iron fist into Gray's stomach, knocking him into the dirt.

Before he noticed, Bickslow's dolls were above him and circling quickly. A beam of magic struck down on him, searing pain that he couldn't identify. It felt like fire and ice and lighting all at once. Gajeel hadn't fought against Bickslow before, so the burn of his magic was unfamiliar, and all Gajeel could think to do was cover himself as best he could with his iron arms and wait for the spell to end. It was hurting like fuck, but he was trapped in the spell.

Suddenly, it broke. Looking up, he saw runed implanted on the dolls. He grinned.

Freed was now fighting with his sword, with Gray using a weapon made of ice to parry the blows. They seemed well matched, so Gajeel turned to Bickslow who was looking at him with a manic expression. Bickslow raised a hand and made a beckoning motion, and Gajeel grinned. This would be fun.

He launched forward, going to punch Bickslow. The other man jumped back a few times, and Gajeel grunted with each missed hit. He had heard BIckslow was an acrobat, and he was dancing rings around Gajeel. His physical attacks anyway.

"Iron Dragon's Roar!" He yelled, and a beam of dragon slayer magic spurted from him.

Bickslow dodged it, of course, but Gajeel had wanted that. As Bickslow made some comment that got drowned out in the fighting, he had allowed Gajeel to target him. Thrusting his fist forward, he punched Bickslow in the jaw and made him stumble back. Gajeel didn't miss the opportunity he'd created, and lurched forward to pummel more punches into the man, only some of which his dolls managed to deflect.

Suddenly, a hammer made of ice slammed into Gajeel's head.

He stumbled back, wishing he had fully covered himself in iron. He looked to see Gray standing over Bickslow protectively, with a few spurts of blood from where Freed must have hit him. He could also see a small glow from one of Freed's runes on Gray's arm. He didn't know what the effect was, but he felt a swelling of pride. That was probably kinda stupid, but fuck it. His boyfriend was a badass and he was gonna be proud of it.

Was Freed his boyfriend? They didn't speak about it. Gajeel wanted to be Freed's boyfriend.

Before the thoughts could spiral, Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his shoulder. The fight had broken for a moment so they could all catch their breath and Bickslow could stand again, and Gajeel felt a fizzing on his arm, where Freed was touching him.

"It's immunity," Freed murmured, but was smirking. "Be prepared. This will be intense."

"Come on baby!" Bickslow yelled across the space. He was grinning with his tongue hanging out. "This ain't the time to be whispering sweet nothings into his ear."

"You're right," Freed smirked, and magic seemed to flow out from him. "Let's make this fun, shall we."

Walls of runes shot up around them, and the new rune on Gajeel's arm glowed and pulsed. Suddenly, Gray and Bickslow were being pushed into the ground in the same way Gajeel had been earlier in the week, and Gajeel grinned at the sight. They were taking this seriously, and Freed wasn't afraid to pull out some nasty tricks. Good.

In tandem, Freed and Gajeel began their assault. Freed started to cover their opponents in different types of pain runes, and Gajeel began slamming his fist into their bodies over and over, loving the feeling of the punches connecting.

Fuck this felt good! Brutal and unrepentant and-

This was all too violent. This was meant to be a friendly match, why was he enjoying this so much?

Realisation struck him, and Gajeel turned to look at Freed again. The man's demonic eye was glowing and a mist of magic was forming around it. Again, the demon had been influencing them both and making them more cruel than normal. Adrenaline was still running through Gajeel and there was a loud voice in his mind screaming at him to keep going, keep hitting, make them bleed and bruise and burn! But that was the demon, and who knew how bad it was for Freed.

Gajeel looked up, and saw that the full moon was parting the sky. It beat down on them, unimpeded by the clouds and hitting Freed directly. He quickly remembered that today was the shortest day of the year and fuck Freed was losing control.

He needed to stop this.

Suddenly, a dome of ice covered Freed, clearly from Gray. Gajeel didn't spare him a glance, because Freed was a priority, but he saw the walls of runes falling down. He felt the new rune on his shoulder suddenly disappear, and his gut started to flip. Was that Gray's magic cutting him off from the runes, or something more.

The fog from Freed's eye was getting thicker, and covering more space. The dome was quickly filled with mist, and Gajeel couldn't even see Freed inside of it. What the hell was happening? Was the ice making it worse? Magnifying the moon's effect somehow? Was that how it worked?

"Stop!" Gajeel yelled when he saw Gray running at him. "Fuckin st-"

The ice exploded.

Freed wasn't standing there anymore. The demon was.

Power exploded, knocking every mage watching the fight to the floor. Gajeel scrambled and failed to keep himself upright, and he was flung to the dirt. Dread filled him, because even though he had only seen Freed's demonic form standing there for a second, he knew that Freed wasn't in control.

"Gajeel Redfox," A voice like Freed's, but warped and mutated and cruel echoed through the courtyard. Everyone was watching, but Gajeel was transfixed by the demon. "Did you like the little dream I sent you? The one where I told you what would happen if you attempted to claim what belonged to me. The one that made it very clear that this body is mine to play with. The one that you ignored."

What the fuck. What the fuck!

The dream had been from the demon. The dream where everyone was dead or nearly dead and they were trying to kill Freed and Gajeel couldn't do anything. The one he had so desperately been trying to ignore. The dream was from the demon!

"The message was ignored, so perhaps I should be clear," The demon walked towards Gajeel, slowly. "You should learn to leave well enough alone. Because this body is mine to toy with. And as you've disrupted that, I intend to fix the issue."

A tendril of black magic - the same black magic that had hit him in his fight against Freed - shot out from the demon's claw. It coiled around Gajeel, who could only scream as a pain like nothing he could imagine filled him. It was every aspect of agony condensed into a single feeling which was designed to explode on his skin. The pain was overwhelming, and Gajeel only barely recognised that he was being lifted off the ground, the coil of darkness wrapping tight around his neck.

"You should have left him alone," The demon snarled at Gajeel, dragging him closer. Gajeel could see the fangs, the scales, the cruelty. "He's so much more fun when he's alone. And he will be again, soon enough."

The coiling darkness tightened. It was going to kill him.

He was struggling to breath now, and the demon forced him to maintain eye contact as his life was sapped away from him. He tried to struggle but there was nothing he could do.

"Freed, if yer in there I want you to-"

"He won't be able to do anything," The demon chuckled, and Gajeel was thrust forward so his nose grazed the demon's. "He's as good as dead. The only difference is, he's still conscious enough to watch what's about to happen."

Gajeel had never wanted to kill something before. He did now.

Before he could retort, a flurry of manic lightning shot from the sidelines and slammed into the demon. It winced, turning towards where Laxus was standing, now covered in lightning and with fury on his face. Gajeel struggled, hoping that the distraction would be enough for him to escape the coiling darkness, but the grasp of magic seemed to get tighter. He gagged a little, and his vision started to turn black, but he kept on fighting.

Lightning shot towards the demon again, but this time the vivid yellow turned to jet black, and the demon seemed to consume it rather than being hit by it. The demon started to walk towards Laxus, and Gajeel felt the binds tightening around him even more. Fuck, he was going to get crushed to death.

"You all wish to fight, it seems," The demon said, looking around at the array of mages ready to pounce. His eyes settled on Gajeel, and it grinned. "Let's make your dreams come true, shall we."

Fuck. Shit!

The magic coiling around Gajeel suddenly disappeared, and Gajeel was dropped into the dirt again. His muscles ached and his heartbeat was hammering. He did his best to get back to his feet so he could do something to help Freed, but his body had been sapped of energy and he could barely get to his knees. When he looked up - panting, bleeding and arms shaking with effort - the demon was looking at him with sadistic glee. Runes shot up around Gajeel, a cylindrical prison identical to the one that he had been trapped in in his dream.

Gods, it couldn't be happening. His dream had been awful and it was going to come true if he couldn't do something. But what the hell could he do?

The members of Fairy Tail started trying to attack the demon, with Laxus, Evergreen and Bickslow taking the lead. Natsu was soon on his feet, as were Mirajane, Gray and Elfman. Whether they knew what was happening or not, Gajeel couldn't be sure, but something innate inside of him wanted to scream at them to stop. Attacking the demon wasn't going to get Freed back, it was probably going to get them killed, and dammit this wasn't how to get rid of the demon. It was a blight on Freed's soul, not on his body!

Magic welled up around the runic prison, and Gajeel stumbled to his feet. Fire, lighting, dust, ice, water, and pure magical chaos all flew towards the demon, and yet with a wave of it's hand, the demon dismissed it and countered them all with ease. They needed to stop; this wasn't how to save Freed!

Gajeel's runes started to glow.

Energy suddenly coursed through him, unnatural and unfamiliar. As chaos unfolded around him, Gajeel found himself transfixed by the glowing lettering on his arm. Magic - runic magic, not Dragon Slayer - was filling him now. It was powerful, addictive, and something new.

With a punch, the force of which was stronger than Gajeel had ever managed before, he managed to shatter the runes keeping him in place. The demon turned to him, face without emotion but a snarl ripped through it's throat. Gajeel felt adrenaline coursing through him like he never had before, and he raised the arm covered in runes, purple magic flickering from the exposed skin. For only a second, the demon flickered back to Freed, who was clearly trying to fight.

Freed was still in there. He had a chance.

That's what these runes were for. Not just marking. Not just a coincidence. They were Freed's magic, anchoring them together so Gajeel could pull Freed back from the edge.

"What was that?" The demon snarled when it took over. "What did you do?"

"I just figured some shit out," Gajeel grinned, walking towards the demon and covering his body in Iron. The runes still glowed. "Me and him, y'see, we're soulmates. I know, he knows it, and our magic fuckin' knows it. And yer a sadistic motherfucker who's been eating away at him for far too fucking long now. Not anymore. So I think it's up to me to cleanse his soul."

The magic erupted inside of him, and scales of iron covered him. His teeth grew sharper and his magic roiled inside of him. His dragon force was taking over, more powerful than it had ever been before. Runes covered every inch of his body. He glowed with the minging of his magic and Freed's, and felt more powerful than he could have ever imagined.

At that moment, he was a monstrous force of nature. Nothing could stop him.

With every step he took towards the demon, it's grasp on Freed seemed to lessen. Even being in Gajeel's overwhelming presence seemed to make it's dominance over Freed flicker back and forth. Freed was fighting the demon's control, and his body mutated back and forth between monster and man.

His eyes met Gajeel's, and a look of wonderment and relief filled his expression. Freed grit his teeth and managed to hold onto control, if only for a moment. That was all the time Gajeel needed.

"Let's sort this shit out right now," Gajeel proclaimed as he stalked towards Freed. "I'm yours and yer mine," He was chest-to-chest with Freed now, and wrapped a hand around the back of Freed's head, holding and anchoring him. "And as long as I'm still standin', that demon ain't got a fuckin claim on you. You understand me. Yer fucking mine!"

"Your damn right I am," Freed whispered, and had the smallest of grins.

Gajeel pulled Freed to him, and kissed the hell out of him.

Magic of cataclysmic power exploded around them, pushing everyone but the two of them to the ground. Gajeel dragged Freed as close as he could to him, his draconic body melding with Freed. The runes painted onto Gajeel were burning with the most addictive power that he had ever felt, and it was as if the feeling Gajeel had been unknowingly hunting for his life had suddenly been bestowed upon him. This moment was something he was destined to do.

The darkness that the demon had forced on Freed seemed to be burning away. Even Gajeel could feel the force of something wrong leaving Freed, and he pulled the man closer to him as the spirit seeped from Freed's soul.

As they kissed, a cloud of sentient shadows rose up around them. They pulled apart with the overwhelming force of evil looking down at them, searching for another soul to take over. Without needing to speak, both men turned to the demon's smokey form and raised their intertwined hands. Magic shot fourth without effort nor complication, and Freed's runes entrapped the demon while Gajeel's iron destroyed it.

Another unison raid, which came to them like second nature now.

"It's gone," Freed whispered, pulling away. "It's actually gone."

"Yeah it is," Gajeel agreed, pressing his forehead against Freed's. "It ain't ever hurtin' you again, y'hear me. Never."

"I know," He grinned, elated. "Gajeel, I lo-"

He passed out in Gajeel's arms before he could finish.

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T’challa’s Outside Daughter (Chapter 6)

T’challa x BlackDaughter!Reader/OC

A/N : Hey guys, I’m terribly sorry of this was rushed and thrown together, but life has been kicking my ass as of lately and I was extremely scatterbrained. But anyways, here’s chapter 6, I hope you enjoy! - Lanna

Description : Zyra is the first born of King T’challa. She moved to the states and grew up with her Single mother with hardly any contact with her father. Queen Mother Ramonda decided that with all the drama and secrets going on, that it's time to bring the family together .

Story Links:

Main Character + Faceclaim

Character List

She met one of her father's  Exes (oneshot)

TOD Prologue , Chp1 , Chp2 , Chp3 , Chp4 , Chp5 

Warnings: Possible Grammar Errors, Angst, Strong Language

Words: 3K

     The lab was busy today, as educational material was being deployed from Wakanda, to both the Wakandan Outreach  Centre in California and the Wakandan Embassy in New York City, back and forth. Shuri was working with her fellow scientists, approving and testing materials, while Zyra decided to lend a hand in assisting in the Air Traffic Control, while some of the staff was on a lunch break.

Pilot one: "Apron it's Q47-452 ready for pushback"

Zyra: "Q47-452 push at your discretion, call ready for taxi"

Pilot one: "452 roger"

Zyra cracked her knuckles and adjusted her earpiece after giving the pilot traffic orders, whilst making notes of who already taxied and who is about to arrive. As she was going through her checklist, she noticed a different jet configuration from the others that just came in.

“SHIT”. She thought to herself. “When am I ever going to get away from him?”

T’challa, controlling his one-manned  jet, coming from a solo mission with the avengers in Switzerland.

T’challa: "Wakanda Molo ngokuhlwa , Q1-1 is out of thirteen six for 1-1 thousand, requesting runway 10."

Zyra: "Q1-1, runway 11, maintain 6 thousand, altimeter 30.05, maintain present heading"

He was slightly taken aback at the rejection of the runway he is accustomed to landing on, which was also reserved for him and the royal family. As he took the coordinates into account, he noticed a strange female voice on the controller, which was unfamiliar because he don't recall a female air traffic controller being on  staff.

T’challa: Eh, may I ask who is controlling the air traffic?

Zyra froze. If she can run away from the air defence command booth, she would. But she had a job to do. She and her father were avoiding each other for the past couple of days since their awkward first time meeting each other in about 12 years. Anxiety crept up on her at a bad time. She potentially have people’s lives in her hands.

“Be professional Be Professional Be Professional.” she thought to herself again and decided to reply in the aviation language.”

“Zulu, Yankee, Romeo, Alpha....Uniform, Delta, Alpha, Kilo, Uniform…….Sir.”

“Oh.”

“Roger that”

T’challa nodded his head in approval and turned off autopilot to follow further landing instructions. He suddenly realised that he has a lot to learn when it comes to his eldest, especially her capabilities. He knew popping back  into her life at such a risky stage of adolescence was not going to be a walk in the park, especially for a girl, but this will be one hell of a ride. And the rejected handshake was an astounding start, unfortunately.

Back in the controls room, it was 2pm, Zyra handed other the controls to the staff who was on a lunch break .

“You look so cute doing the controls” Shuri said. “you look like that girl from the Austin  Powers movie” She was referring to Zyra’s outfit- a turtle neck, long sleeved cropped shirt, tucked into a high waisted flowing skirt with white knee-high boots.

“Thanks mamas! Y’all give me a stylist, to wear these boujie ass clothes in the house, when Wakanda is fucking 80 degrees. Aiight.”

Shuri just laughed along to Zyra’s rant, while they made their way to their quarters, so Zyra can get ready for cheer practice.

“Girl, guess who popped up on the comms when I was in the controls”

“Who?” Shuri cheekily plopped on Zyra’ bed, waiting for her to spill the tea she already tasted.

“His majesty of course.”

Shuri gasped.

“Did he find out it was you? Cause our last female air traffic controller retired a year ago.”

“He asked and I told him! Shyiieet. AND IN AVIATION LANGUAGE TOO! He talking bout summ ‘who’s controllin the air traffic’ ME BITCH! FUCK YOU MEAN!’ “ They both screamed with laughter and high-fiving each other like the partners in crime that they are.

“Oooo mamas! We have to talk about the outfits for the ceremony before you leave for the competition this week”

“Well I-”

As soon as they turned the corner, they ran into the King himself, still dressed in his panther suit. Zyra groaned internally.

“Hey brother! Nice to see you! How was the mission?”

“It was a bit of a challenge but a success” he said handing Shuri some devices, as she makes a run for it.

T’challa looked to his daughter.

“Hi intombazana yakho”

“Molo wam kumkani” Zyra replied awkwardly avoiding eye contact, looking all over the room.

“You don’t have to call me that, eh? I wanted to- “

“HIIII DADDYYYY!” the sound of Sariyah’s voice cut their conversation short. Both Matthew and Sariyah had just came home from school.

She ran into her father’s arms, totally disregarding Zyra’s presence on purpose. This gave Zyra saw the queue to leave the big happy family alone and go about her way. Sariyah smirked at her charms winning over her father once again. Matthew noticed his big sis hurrying out the door.

“Yo Where you going?”

“Practice.” she said dryly to her brother, before bolting out the door.

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T’challa sat up in his bed, relaxing- wearing a fleece coated robe, bedroom slippers and sipping on some peppermint tea, recovering from his winter mission.He used this little downtime to get some R&R before the annual battle for the crown ceremony the next day. As he watched Lord Attuma from Atlantis giving his global warming statement on BBC World News, the door opened swiftly and caught the King’s attention.

“There you are!” Queen Nicolette smiled sweetly when she saw her husband. She crawled into bed, kissing T’challa deeply, before she sat in his lap.

They spoke briefly about the mission in switzerland and other personal ‘married couple’ stuff.

“Are you ready for tomorrow honey?” She said, while playing with the King’s moisturized curls.

“Eh, I think the third time around wouldn’t be such a challenge, plus baba and I need to have some brief words.”

“About Zyra right?”

T’challa eyes wandered off and bit his lip.

“Speaking of Zyra, ah she’s a doll, gorgeous. So sweet and so talented! I always say that she looks

Just.

Like

you.”

T’challa looks at his baby girl cradled in his arms, as she yawns adorably, whilst making cute baby noises.

T’challa shook himself out of his flashback.

Did you know she agreed to be main dancer for the royal family?”

“Really?” T’challa gave an inquisitive look. “We haven’t had main dancer in about 50 years. Not since Princess Gcobisa.”

Princess Gcobisa was the youngest daughter of King Azzuri, and the baby sister of King T’chaka and Prince N’jobu. She was one of the most exciting, ray of sunshine royals in the family. She passed away from a concussion injury during training at the tender age of 18. T’chaka often told T’challa stories about his baby sister, because they were very close and would often say that Zyra reminds him of her, especially for both their love for dance. Hence Zyra’s middle name, Cebisa is close with hers, Gcobisa.

“By the way, how’s communication been working out for you?” Nicolette continued.

“She seems a little tip toey around me, which I understand, at least she’s respectful. What about you?”

“Well….she ran off before I could speak to her when Sariyah and Matthew came home from school...so I guess that’s a start.” T’challa chuckled.

“And she keep addressing me as ‘my king’ , I don’t have formalities with my children.”

“Then TELL HER.”

“I know but you can’t give up on her. Keep trying. That’s your first born, don’t you ever forget that.”

T’challa agreed in silence.

Later that evening…

“ Practice is over! I’m only half way dead..but I did pretty good so” Zyra laughed whilst recording her vlog at practice.

“Look! We got a second package for this weekend’s competition.!”

With short appearances and lots of laughs from her fellow teammates, she started to head home.

“So you’re actually dancing foreal?” Kailee asked her.

“Meh, I’m gonna try summ. I aint no professional doe.”

“My sister gonna dance too, don’t worry about it tho.

They both said their goodbyes and went about their separate ways.

Zyra skipped into the palace with her bare socks on her feet, aided by her personal guard N’ceba.

“Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga”

“Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures” Zyra rapped the to the song “Act Up” By City Girls, making her way through the palace, with her rose gold solo beats blasting in her ears.

“Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger”

“Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga”

“Sa-”

Zyra jumped and cut the rapping short  when she walked into the dining room to find her father, Nicolette and her siblings having dinner.

“Oh hey..Molweni” She gave them an awkward wave.

“Hey hun! How was practice! Come have dinner with us.”

T’challa looked at Zyra nervously, whilst Nicolette gave him the ‘right T’challa?’ look and pinched him on his leg which caused him to slightly jump.

“Ah, Yes, you must be hungry and tired” he cleared his throat.

Zyra thought about it for a moment before making a decision.

“That’s sweet but I’m not really hungry right now, I’ll just eat in my room and watch Netflix, bye!”

She rushed off before T’challa can say anything else.

“She declined food? That’s a first!” Matthew chuckled.

“She’s probably scared of me ...hmmm” Sariyah laughed to herself and continued to eat her food.

“Why would she be scared of you?” T’challa chimed in, looking concerned.

“Why wouldn’t she?”

He side-eyed his youngest, like a white politician asking for the price of vibranium.

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I’m still annoyed about earlier.

I don’t fit into his life.

Not even if I tried.

He moved on with his new family.

Nicolette..she tries to be nice, it seem fake as fuck, but I can’t blame her to be honest. Imagine your husband hiding a child tho...

So does Matthew. He’s cool. As least he wanted to meet me.

Princess.

But Sariyah is such a stuck up bitch...she needs to pipe down before I knock her upside her motherfucking head.

Princess…

What am I even doing here?

Here we go again with the princess shit.

“Wake up my princess!”

“Huh?” Zyra jumped up with her bonnet almost off her head and eyes squinting from the light.

“Good Morning! Your breakfast is ready and the designer’s are ready for your fitting.

She brain did a windows XP start-up and she realised what her attendant was trying to tell her.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

As soon as Bongani left, she plopped right back into bed. She was still sore from cheer practice.

After she freshened up and ate her breakfast, Bongani was giving her a run down about the events that were going to take place at the ceremony and the protocol afterwards, regarding the winner of the battle.

The palace’s glam team worked on her makeup; and  paint designs on her body, did an african style updo and fitted her for her Wakandan ceremonial dance outfit.

She was excited but nervous, she practiced some moves before bed last night and only hope she doesn’t mess up in front of everybody.

As the boats moved along the water, she moved her body to the beat of the drums which orchestrated her natural stage presence. All the other boats with the tribe leaders and dancers joined in. Her astounding talent in dance made the her fellow family members cheer her on and dancing along. She even cheekily dance on N’ceba while she was doing her dora milaje dance. (yemi’s pieces is zyra’s outfit)

“She such an attention whore! Ugh” Sariyah said in Matthew’s ear, and he laughed at her jealousy.

While she was dancing, she spotted someone that would be awkward as hell to cross paths with. Nakia. It’s very weird because it’s literally the same girl that her father used to sleep around with, when her mother was pregnant with her. Also, she happens to be her friend Kailee’s, older sister.

With that, Zyra’s confidence shot up into the air cause she really wanted to show Nakia that  Nakia didn’t want no smoke.

The waterfall celebration was beautiful. So many beautiful black people in a kaleidoscope of colors.T’challa came out and the crowd started chanting his name as he awaited his challenger. He had fought two warriors from Border Tribe and Merchant Tribe and finally one from Mining Tribe. This time he was bigger than M’baku. Built like a Goliath ass nigga.

“Im just letting y’all know that, if we lose, my black ass is taking the first flight back to NY. I’m out this bitch. Period“ Zyra whispered in Shuri’s ear and she giggled.

“You ain’t going nowhere”

“Aite, bet.”

T’challa eventually won the fight but still got his ass beat. He was still the Black Panther & the  King Wakanda.

Amongst the celebration of his win, came Nakia taking over the dance session. Nicolette carefully eyed her out of curiosity.  Zyra was dancing in her own world but saw that Nakia was looking in her direction and the crowd was egging her on. Kailee warned Zyra that she battle the main dancers from every tribe, every year. But she wasn’t bothered by anybody because she’s an athlete, so she’s very competitive. And she wasn't about to let her father’s ex  push her in a corner. So she stepped up.

Nakia kept doing her own thing while her tribe and the audience were cheering her on. Zyra cracked her neck effortlessly as she secured her stance. She looked to the River Tribe crowd of where she saw Kailee and Brandon giving her the thumbs up. Zyra pulled out the dance moves that she have been practicing in the training room for days. With her moves hitting to every solid beat of the drums, even throwing a backflip to an award winning split whilst looking Nakia straight in the eyes, which made the Wakandans clutch their pearls. Showing her flexibility skills with a flawless heel stretch and ended it off with the majorette style death drop. The crowd went wild. The  crowd clearly chose their winner. Zyra knew Nakia can’t top that one. She learned that from her Majorette dance group at Spelman College. She knows that SHE don't know nothing about that.

T’challa looked on clapping for his daughter. He was impressed. But not surprised to say the least. Raechella used to be a professional dancer and a volleyballer in her younger years. Athleticism  definitely runs in the family.

Despite Zyra giving Nakia a shady stare-down and  cocky  hair flip, she decided to extend an olive branch.

Walking up to Nakia , she held out her hand to her.

“Congrats Princess” Nakia says with a bow.

The bow confused Zyra a bit.

Is she mocking me or being respectful?

“thank you.”

Nicolette soon came rushing over with excitement and snatched Zyra  from the conversation ,  which made Nakia  fall back awkwardly .

“oh my gosh!!! I didn't know you had it in you! Did you know your father was watching?”

Who?

“oh ok.”

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“Y’all see this right?”

“Zyra did what she had to do! #PERIOD”

“The fact that Zyra beat her father’s ex in a dance battle is iconic.”

“It’s today’s old that I found out Zyra is african. I heard she got Caribbean fam too!”

“Fuck the dance battle! I was robbed of Zyra challenging her father for the throne. #QueenZyra”

“UGH”

“Zyra this, Zyra that. These idiots don’t get tired?” Sariyah strolled down through black twitter and rolling her eyes at the tweets from the video of Zyra dancing that went viral overnight.

“You don’t get tired hating?” Matthew chimed in as he walked past her open door.

“BOY SHUT UP ! NO ONE IS TALKING TO YOU”

“AND WHY YOU SO DEFENSIVE ABOUT HER ANYWAYS? YOU DON’T KNOW HER! SHE’S A NOBODY MATTHEW!”

Matthew couldn’t believe how his sister was acting. Yeah she is a little boujie and rude at times but she was way too bothered about Zyra being in the house.

“Maybe if you aren’t so jealous, you would get to know her too.”

Sariyah laughed sarcastically.

“Jealous of that thing? She and her mama are clout chasers Matt!”

Matthew didn’t respond to her insults, he just slammed his bedroom door on the way in.

………...

*refer to this fic* At Adam’s house, the gang were hanging out for the impromptu friday game night. Adam and Kailee just finished killing each other about who won monopoly, whilst diving into an interesting story time about Zyra and her encounter with one of her father’s bevy of women he dated over the years. (zyra below)

“Speaking of EXES Zyra…” Chioma laughs while biting into her lemon pepper wing that Zyra wanted to steal.

“Let’s talk about the balls you had dance battling Nakia.”

“I’m not gonna gas you cause you’re my friend, but you killed that shit foreal.” Adam chimed in and kailee started clapping.

“I didn’t know THAT was gonna come out of her!”

“ME NEITHER!”

“YASSS!!”

Zyra cringed uncomfortably and adorably at the slightest compliment. While she is flattered usually, she’s not the biggest fan of praise nor extra attention.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous as fuck, but my momma didn’t raise no pussy.”

“.....”

“I’m not in support of this, but my sister wants to talk to you”

“Ooop” Brandon sipped his drink.

Zyra was shocked.

“Really?”

“I personally think my sister is a hoe, and what she did to your mom was foul but-”

“Did you just call your sister a hoe?”

“Um..she is?? One time, she tried to tell my father about me sneaking out the house to see my boyfriend, and when I told her that he was my man and I don’t fuck other people’s husbands or baby daddy’s, she punched me and we started fighting.”

Everybody in room burst into the laugher.

“Sis was triggered I guess.” Zyra said, trying to recover from laughing so hard.

“In all seriousness...yeah. It’s up to you though.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“...”

“Chioma I know you can’t finish those wings, gimme!”

*SONG FOR THE CHAPTER (YEMI ALADE - YAJI FT SLIMCASE & BRAINEE)

Molo ngokuhlwa- Good Afternoon.

intom

bazana yakho - my daughter

Molo - hi

Wam kumkani - my king

Molweni - good evening

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[eerythingisshaka]

Death of a Bachelor

(Erik Killmonger POV)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: sSmutSs, fuckboyness

A/N:  Possible new series?  So hear me out, this was inspired by the movie Alfie, the Michael Caine version is the only one I seen.  But Erik is going to experience four, maybe five women, each very different from the next.  He’s having fun with them but at some point he’s going to have to tighten up on some of his ways, whether it’s with a lucky lady from the five, or by his damn self.  I also just wanted to do a smut since I haven’t in a minute and no one is gettin any in my series’ (also I may have some residual hormones that I can’t work out right now because nature doesn’t want me to have any pleasure this week, so I’m getting it out here). The one time my mama asks me what I’m writing about and it’s THIS, smh. First POV of a character, so hopefully his spirit comes across here.

I swear God had a sense of humor making a nigga like me.  The average man woulda been shot his on brains out with the bullshit I have had to deal with in my life.  I’m not goin into all my childhood shit right now, that psychology and repressed emotions bull never rocked with me for real.  Nah, I’m talkin bout my life right here, right now.  People just won’t leave me the hell alone!

So boom, it’s like this.  I like to take care of myself.  I do my cardio every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.   That can be runnin, boxin, some P90X or whatever the fuck to keep me on my toes.  I do weight training Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, doublin up when I feel like it with my cardio days; lightwork, you feel me?  All that to say ya boy is stacked.  You couldn’t put no more muscle on this 6’0 frame if you tried, took a damn long time but I finally got my shit filled out right.

And I’m proud of my shit, gotta double back by the mirror every so often just to catch myself lookin.  I ain’t narcissistic or nothin, but fuck you if you think I should be humble, I earned this.  

I say all that to say it’s funny how people think they entitled to your time just because you give em some dick every other visit.  Females will tell you different, but they just as thirsty as niggas these days.  I go out the gym, fresh from a shower in my wife beater and sweats, right?  I got my shades on cuz I’m not tryna socialize, just get my protein powder and jet.  

What they do?  Stare at me walkin past the produce section, holdin they bananas in a daze, fuckin me with they eyes!  On one hand, I’m cool with it, like I said I work for this body to be admired.  Bitches love feelin on my stomach and chest while I dig them out, clawing my back when my shit too deep for em.  But then I say good morning, and they ass wanna look at me funky and go about they business!  Like I bothered them with some eye fuckin!  Bitch if you don’t go on somewhere witcho thirsty ass!  Maybe my approach is off, but fuck that, I know what you were thinkin bout, and that don’t require much introduction to get to.

That’s a good sign for me though, cuz I know they gon run off to they little friends talking bout, “Girl, this fine ass nigga said Hi to me at the grocery store today.  Bitch, I hope I see him again, I might have to fuck him right on the tomatoes!”  I know them!  They act proud, but they don’t wanna come off hoeish.

Lemme see you be a hoe!  I cannot stress that enough!  There’s an artform to it though, don’t go comin up on me, rubbin my ass and whisperin in my ear (depends on the location and time of day though for that).  Shit, come up to me and say hi for once!  Being the aggressor gets tired after a while.  See, when a baby girl come up to me, smilin all confident and shit like she holdin the meanin to life between her legs, askin me who I am and what she wants, NIGGA!  You ain’t said nothin but a word, ma!

That’s how I got involved with this one girl, Venice, like that town in Italy.  She a real cute redbone, bout 5’5 wears these red bottom heels everyday (at least she has em one whenever I see her...never takes em off).  She work as a paralegal, so she gotta wear blazers, skirts, or pantsuits, which I don’t always find sexiest but the way she gets em tailored to her body, whew man, it’s almost porno levels of ridiculous but that’s just cuz how thicc she is.  Bitch can’t help it!

I go to this deli shop on lunch sometimes and she was in line with her phone glued to her eyeballs, so I knew she wasn’t wantin to be fucked around with.  I respect a woman’s boundaries, you ain’t gotta tell me twice to go the fuck on somewhere.  But tell me why when I’m pickin up pastrami on rye, ready to smash that thing I hear her behind me talkin bout, “I took you as more of a footlong type of guy.”  If that ain’t no damn innuendo I don’t know what the fuck is.  I’m lookin at her like she gotta be jokin, but damn her with that fuckin smile.  She smelt good too, like coconut and fresh laundry, she was clean clean.  She tried to hide her lil joke talmbout “I meant you so look like you workout, your meal just don’t match the appetite I envisioned.”  So I ask her if she been envisioning in more ways than one and that got her cackling real quick, touchin on me like we old classmates reuniting.  Long story short, we exchanged numbers and I get a text at the end of the day askin me to pull up to her job and next thing I know, we fuckin on her desk.  She loud as fuck too.  The building seemed like it was cleared out but damn, the police coulda been called for all she was doin.  The pussy was fire though, almost had me losin my shit.  She keeps it clean, except for some hair across the top of her pussy like a toupee.  She likes to ride it though, that probably has to do with her profession, wantin power over people.  Soon as she start cummin though, she a damsel in distress needin her Superman to finish things off.

So I been fuckin with her for a little over a month now.  It’s real causal, we meet more after dark than in the daytime.  It’s fun, I ain’t had to jackoff too much cuz she seems to work with my shit like  circadian rhythm or whatever.  Soon as I felt my shit gettin hard, my phone light up.  

Tonight wasn’t no different.  I was working out late that night, finishing a couple of miles on the treadmill when a notification interrupts my music.  I look at my phone and it’s a picture of her hand spreading her pussy lips out.  Damn, purple and pink were my favorite colors.  I had to hit the emergency stop so I didn’t bust my face on the machine.  I let her know I would be there in a hour, she says to make it 30 minutes.

This is when I have a problem with her, she think she run me!  If I tell her I can’t come today, she says she can help with that.  I tell her I’m tired, she say I don’t have to do shit but lay there.  I was outta town once, and she still not satisfied until I get her on FaceTime so she can see me jackoff while she play with herself.  If it didn’t turn me on so damn much, I’d drop her for good.  

So, after I shower and start heading to my car, she text me with this address I don’t know.  When I Googled, it led me to some condo on the other side of town.  I asked her what this was about and the bitch left me on read.  Fuck outta here with that shit.  I ain’t Scooby Doo, and I don’t feel like solvin mysteries.  Fuck I look like?!

But my dumbass follows the scent of hot n ready pussy soon as it pops up, so I go and whatever.  Place look like the fuckin Powerpuff Girls live here, doin the absolute most for one woman to be livin in by herself.

When I go knockin on her front door, it just opens on its own like a haunted house.  I peek in, bout to call her lame ass for tellin me an address I don’t know about, tryna get a Black man killed, I hear her voice.

“Come on in, baby.”

I stepped my ass in there real slow, checkin my peripherals until I saw her sittin on the couch in some see through robe lookin at her fireplace.  I coulda busted concrete with the hard on I got lookin at her.  Those titties, nigga, sittin up under her chin practically, just overflowin she so big.  

“What’re you standin there like you seen a ghost.  Come sit like you got some kind of sense.”

“What you got the front door open like that for?”  I asked her, sittin next to her.

“I knew you were coming by.  I don’t feel like getting up if I don’t have to.”  She takes a bottle of Hennessy from the table in front of us and pours two glasses, handing me one of em.

I take a sip, nursing my drink.  “You tryna be a pillow princess tonight or sumthin?  Wantin me to do all the work?”  I asked her.   I couldnt help but reach out to feel that ass through her robe but she smacked my hand.

“Not like that, Erik!  I want you to finish that drink, and maybe another.  I want to be entertained a little more than usual tonight.”  She knocked back her drink quicker than a jackrabbit on a date.  She set her drink down, scooching over closer to me.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off them damn titties!  She started rubbin the inner part of my leg and I took the Henny down, you feel me!  

She poured me another drink and started talkin all general about my day and shit.  I wasn’t giving her nothin but one word answers cuz I was startin to get a lil lit off of the drink and she kept playin in my hair, kissin my neck and shit.  I was tired of tellin her to chill out with alldat cuz I damn sure was ready to teach her ass some fuckin manners.

So I grab her thigh and pull her big ass over my lap, giving them cheeks a Jaws of Life-ass squeeze.  I heard her gasp from my strength, she love that shit.

“Erik, hang on-”  She try and say but I ain’t wantin to hear her mouth.  I slip my hand in her panties and started washing my hands, her shit was like a faucet with that drip.  I knew she was ready, think she playin with somebody.

“Fuck a ‘hang on’.  Hang on these nuts, what you finna do.”  I was bout to be in my element!  Pussy poolin and I was finna dive, my nigga!  Next thing I know my hair gettin pulled and yanked backward, hurt like a muthafucka.

“Damn Venice!  What the fu-”

She took my hand and licked them off all slow.  I felt her tongue dancing on my fingertips before she pinned my hand back.

“I really, really, love it when you’re rude, Erik.  I do!  But when I tell you to hold on, you say ‘yes ma’am’, remember?”

She pullin that dominance shit again.  I ain’t on no punk shit, let the record show.  But if this moves things along, then, “Yes ma’am.”

Then the damn doorbell rings!  “Finally!”  Venice gets up for the door, walkin all fast.

“Who the fuck are you expectin?”  I’m gettin loud with her cuz I didn’t sign up for none of this shit.  I was supposed to soak my wood and dip, she be extra but this on some other shit.

She turns around and puts her a finger to her mouth at me before opening the door.  Some blonde girl comes through the door sayin Hi and huggin Venice like this a tea party.  So, I’m sittin on the couch waiting for them to finish and her to leave, but Venice walks Jennifer Lawrence lookin clown into the living room.

“Erik, this is-”

“I don’t need to know her name, I need to know when she leavin.”  I’m heated!  My dick gettin soft by the minute, but Venice and her friend is unphased.

Venice starts playin in her hair and they start gigglin.  “She’s here to keep us company.  She’s fun, I think you both would do well with each other.”

Nigga, when she said this, I wondered if she spiked my damn drink or some bullshit.  “I don’t associate with white folks Venice, stop wastin my time so we can do what I came over for.”

“That’s why Abbigayle is here!  She wanted to meet you and-”

“You tellin bitches about me?  Talkin behind my back?!  I ain’t a damn gossip topic, fuck is your problem!  I don’t fuck white bitches either, so you can just step ABBA!”  I was ready to pack my happy ass up and go.  Too many females on this planet to be strung up on one dummy.

“ERIK!  I’m not going to be interrupted again!  You’re making me lose my patience, that isn’t going to go over well for you.  Be nice!”

I said already I ain’t no punk, right?  And I meant that shit.  But I ain’t never one to fuck up a good time, fuckin is fuckin, so let’s just see what happens.  “Yes ma’am.”

Venice liked that, she instantly walked all slow and sexy over to me tellin me good job and shit, kissin on me.  For a second I forgot about Abracadabra but then I feel an extra pair of hands at my lap and I see her unbuttoning my pants.  Venice tooks my face back to look at her; she is really fuckin beautiful, I can’t even lie on that.  Her lips felt like when you ain’t had Starburst in a while, and the first one in the line is a Pink or a Red, nigga her lips juicy as fuck and I didn’t want her to stop puttin em on me.  

So we makin out on the couch and Abacus got my dick out and starts lickin and kissin my shit like it’s a damn bomb pop.  That’s cute and all if I rock with you, but if I don’t know you like that?  You just playin, show me what the hell that mouf do so I can hae somethin to talk to the homies bout later.

Venice gets off the couch and sits across the room in a chair, leaving her leg over the arm so her legs are spread out.  I finally was gettin hard again, poor Abilify probably thought I was gettin there from her hen peckin round my shaft.  Nah, I couldn’t hold back seeing Venice sittin there like she ain’t give an entire fuck that some random bitch was suckin my dick!  Like, she ain’t been shy about what she likes in the bedroom but fuck, this was some new shit she pullin out on me.  

When Venice took off her bra to let them titties hang on her stomach, I was about to lose my damn patience.  I look down and Albuquerque and decide she needs some instruction on what to do when you got dick in your mouth.

“Open ya mouth up.”  I told her, pulling her hair back to hold it behind her head.  Soon as she does I pump my dick all into the back of her throat.  She start hittin that gag reflex just right and then I let her breathe while she coughs and wipes her mascara down.  I look over at Venice who has a slick smile on her face, nodding at me to continue.  When Abomasnow started bobbin on my dick again, she was two handin my shit right?  Venice brought a real lazy ass to this party.  So I popped her face tellin her to take it deep.  White girl was a trooper, I give her that.  She barely got it halfway in before she started to gag, so I held her down just to make sure she wasn’t playing.

Lookin over at Venice, now she all relaxed, panties to the side with two fingers diggin herself out.  She was bitin her lip tryin not to cum, she bet not either.  With her full attenion I let her friend breathe again before I made her face my playground, fuckin the shit outta her throat.  I tried my best to imagine it being Venice’s pussy like she probably wish her fingers were me.  I couldn’t take no damn more.

I pulled out of Arby’s and strolled my ass on over to Venice, ready or not.  Venice wasn’t fightin though as I picked her up under them thick ass legs while she held onto my shoulders.  I guided her onto my Johnson and slid right in that bitch like it was nothin.  She was so damn wet for me, and her face said it all that she was finally gettin what we came there to do.  Venice pussy reminded me of when you just sat down after bein up on your feet all day and you feel like your heart is beatin in your soles when you get them propped up but it’s so damn better than gettin back up again.  Venice knew how to tease me, and that shit was torture, but fuck if that release ain’t sweeter for it.  Kissin on her lips while she breathin on me kept me goin, so I put her down turned her around by the fireplace.  I picked her leg up and back and got right back in that pussy.  This was my favorite position, cuz she felt tighter from behind, and she screamed louder too.  Singing my name out like a gospel, cussin me out so much it almost hurt my feelins.  Almost.  

I almost forgot about her friend, til I felt a ticklin on my balls and there was Abscess tryna feel a part of this too, lickin my nuts and Venice’s pussy when I was slammin too hard in them cheeks.  It was whatever though, cuz not a damn thing was bringing me out of her til I was through.  

While I’m holdin Venice’s titties bouncin round, I felt myself gettin close, but that wasn’t happenin here, not like that.  So I pull out of Venice, almost kickin Albany in the face and take her chair spot.

“Lemme fuck them titties real quick.”  Venice gets between my legs and wraps them tig ol bitties round me, holdin them in place.  Ma had my dick CREAMY, I didn’t even notice til then, she was cummin harder than a muthafucka.  Venice friend helped keep her hair back, encouraging her with some “Go girl, get that cock baby!”  type of Bring It On like nonsense.  This ain’t no damn pep rally, fuck is you doin?  Me and Venice were in our own damn world anyway, watchin her tongue hang out to catch my tip when it poke from her cleavage made me mad.  She knew what the fuck to do, and I can’t stand it!  Nigga, that nut was so long and hard, it could break steel, but it painted her face like a damn masterpiece, stickin on her eyelashes and shit.  What the fuck she get for makin me work so damn hard.

With all that, her friend was pretty chill by the outcome.  “Damn, Venice, you weren’t lying at all.  Shits real!”  givin Venice a high five while I pulled my pants up and she wiped her face.  

“Right?  Told you!  Ok guys, I have to get some rest so just see yourselves out.  We should do this again!”  

I just knew she wasn’t talkin to me, but she really was walkin up her steps to her room like we were her employees clockin out.  

I asked her, “Aye, Venice!  This how you treat guests in your house!”  

“You ain’t gotta go home, Erik, but you have got to get the hell outta here before my husband gets home.”  Venice said with a flick of her wrist.  Bossy ass bitch!  

Me and Abbreviate walk outside and I just had to ask her somethin for what just happened.  “Do y’all do this a lot?”

She just shrugs.  “Sometimes, but I don’t say yes to every invitation.  You just sounded too promising.”

I nodded, confused as hell, but flattered.  “Right.  And how y’all know each other?”

“I’m a colleague.  Worked on a case together and got a little closer than necessary.  Been a good friend since.  Take care of yourself, Erik.”  She gets in her car and that was that on that.  

When I head to my whip, I get a text notification.  I just knew it was Venice asking me to come back or at least a thank you.  But no this time it was my other situation, Genesis.

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[destiny-smasher]

Kingdom Hearts 3 impressions

So, uh, I will ONLY be talking about stuff up until the very start of the second World, and only AFTER the break. Kingdom Hearts 1 was an incredibly important and influential piece of media when I was growing up. I was writing fic based on Smash Bros. just before KH rolled onto the scene was like, “Yo, Disney and Final Fantasy, BAM, fuckin’ random? fucking RADDDD” and I was all about it. You had FF characters remixed with OCs remixed with Disney characters, and the villains were all crossing over to form the League of Bad Cartoons, it was a great time. And then Nomura realized his gamble was a win and decided to waste the next 15 years of everyone’s time shoving in every trope he liked, every IDEA that felt “cool” together into a mish mash of whatever the hell this “narrative” has become. Suffice it to say, I’ve got beef with Kingdom Hearts as a “story.” It just occurred to me today that a big part of this is thematic/tonal.

But it’s also VERY rare, maybe even unprecedented, for a piece of media like Kingdom Hearts 3 to come around. For years, then months, then weeks, then days, I told myself, “It’s not real, that game doesn’t exist, I won’t believe it until I’m literally playing it” and just could not be bothered to be hype or interested, if only because Nomura’s “vision”, from my perspective, warped something I admired in my youth into a fucking train wreck, leaving me very little to feel emotionally invested in outside of Aqua and by proxy the two lads she is trying to protect. (also I GUESS I’m slightly invested in Axel/Xion/Roxas.../Namine? for similar reasons now that I think about it?) Well, guess what? Kingdom Hearts VERY WELL might be real, and I very well might be about three hours into it. And for all of the beef I have with the plot, I am fucking relieved that those three hours have felt/sounded good, as a video game. NOW we’re gonna talk about the first World. --

When I first heard that Olympus was gonna be the first World in KH3 I was disappointed and BAFFLED. We’re visiting that place a THIRD time? And why THAT World? Turns out, there’s actually some substantial thematic relevance and that’s actually A-OK, not to mention that starting with a familiar world after ALL OF THIS TIME is not such a bad way to kick things off. First off, structurally, I actually really enjoyed the way this world played out. Two of my biggest problems with KH as a video game series have been that worlds feel like empty, vacant, haunted houses, and that said worlds are usually small and linear with a lot of pointless backtracking. Olympus fixes all of this. There are NPCs. Actual fucking PEOPLE in this world. Sure, they’re just people in danger, calling for help, but they’re THERE for once! And they have vocies! EVERY line of dialogue (except for like one “plot” moment) has actually been voiced so far! About time. Also. This World is not as linear as most KH Worlds. In fact, it help more open and dynamic than ANY World in any KH game so far, not to mention it featured three, THREE (wtf) unique and distinct types of settings. The city, the mountain, and Olympus. Nice. ALSO also. The music. We’ve been here before. We KNOW that Olympus theme from earlier games. And as you traverse the city, up the mountain, you hear this more sweeping, movie-like version, and it’s like “oh whoa nice” aaaaand then you get TO Olympus and it KICKS in, the old song, up to modern snuff. That was great. That was a thing that really helped convey “Kingdom Hearts is back, baby.” The World was big, compared to typical KH worlds. It had multiple nooks and crannies to explore, side-paths to go down, treasure to find hidden away. There is a LOT of verticality. Running up walls and seamlessly hopping over things in the environment makes traversal more enjoyable than it ever has been. Even though a lot of the World is technically a linear path it’s not structured like a path. Going off and exploring rewards you with items and the like, and the World is big enough to actually feel like you have places to poke around in. Having said this, WHY is there no...map? Like. You literally COLLECT Maps from Chests like you used to. But near as I can tell, there’s no way to pull up an actual MAP, to seer where the main path is, to see where the side paths are. It’s boggling. Maybe the game has the option hidden away somewhere but if so, that’s just silly. And if there’s just no actual map option at ALL that’s just...baffling. There were barely any load times for how much SPACE there was to navigate, and things looked very shiny and pretty, and ran at a smooth 60 fps MOST of the time. Tech specs aren’t everything, but when your brand is built on “looking pretty” it sure af helps when you bring scale AND a smooth framerate to match. It’s weird, and a bit jarring, sometimes in a good way, to see all of this stuff rendered in modern tech. Stuff looks...a little too plasticy a lot of the time, (which actually ought to pay off when we get to Toy Story?) but the environments so far feel rich and vast and detailed all at once in a way we just have never seen the series, because we’re basically jumping from PS2-level tech to PS4. So that difference in production is more noticeable for the wait -- I just wish things looked a bit more...I guess cel-shaded? Like the original trailer. Things (specifically, characters) look a little too flat/plasticy at times, for how pretty things are. Combat seems to be as flashy as ever and I’m sure I’ll feel differently as I get further in and unlock more options but it’s still too easy, simple, and mashy for my tastes. I am HOPING we get more moments that require quick reflexes and specific tactics like the harder moments of older KH games. The amusement rides mechanic is...weird. It’s given NO context in universe. And they last a little too long/feel too overpowered for how easy they are to utilize. Similarly, there are frequently seemingly random party-member tag-team attacks that...just seem like “press triangle to win” moves. I wish they entailed more interaction, and/or felt less common/random. I like the IDEA of these kinds of moves, especially ones that change your controls/method of attack for a few seconds (like Hercules’ team attack) but the execution makes them feel too cheap and easy to abuse, with combat that’s ALREADY skewing on the “too easy” side for the genre. I like the “form change” for keyblades, and that you can swap keyblades in the middle of a fight. Really hoping this allows for some good tactical stuff later -- buuuuut that would also require the game to ASK OF ME to do more than “mash X,” which KH as a brand typically does not do... Characters SPEAK in reaction to gameplay moments, when you initiate things in the environment, etc. It’s a nice touch that makes them feel more like characters in an RPG. Donald and Goofy are ALWAYS in the party, alongside the Disney member(s). NICE. Maybe KH3 is putting its best foot forward, but overall, I was pleasantly surprised with Olympus. It single-handedly corrected MOST of the issues I’ve ever had with Kingdom Hearts level design. I only hope the momentum keeps going. Moving on, Gummi Ships. What little I played is easily the best they have every been. I love having an open world with optional places/fights to explore, while still giving me those shmup-like bursts of action. The Gummi Phone seems like a fun mechanic, and taking selfies/photos makes SENSE for this game because of how visually detailed it is -- but the pleasant surprise was how I took selfies with Donald and Goofy and they REACTED to it, starting to pose and commenting on it. On the other hand, the loading screen being nonsensical “social media” posts from KH characters...I don’t like it thanks go away. x’D I’ve spent only a few minutes in Twilight Town and INSTANTLY I am so much more enamored than I ever was in previous games. Not just due to the bump up in visual fidelity, but also because -- GASP -- NPCs??? Are you trying to tell me this is an actual TOWN that people LIVE IN?? Holy shit, Kingdom Hearts, I never knew! For all of this stuff I liked, though, KH3 is still...a KH game. Which means after you get through the intro, after you gear up to land in Olympus, the game flashes the title: “Kingdom Hearts II.9″ ...no. Just no. Fuck. Stop doing this shit. Whenever an Organization 13 member (or EX member) shows up and starts speaking all cocky in riddles like the flamboyant anime jackass they are, whenever Mickey starts dead-ass blathering about weird nonsense whenever the plot HAS to acknowledge “oh right Sora golly gawrsh ya FURRGOT this random bullshit a-FYUCK better shove this expository throwaway dialogue right in here before we go n’ furrget again!” whenever Kairi continues to be irrelevant and invisible after ALL THIS TIME whenever Rikku has to say some obligatory thing about his darkness or his copy of himself or Ansem or whatever whenever the plot informs Sorta/Dornold/Goffy about another convoluted ridiculous THING that we already know about and they MAYBE already know about because it is OBLIGATED to because this game’s entire purpose has become to “wrap things up already Nomura” I am reminded of the freshly opened scar on my heart from how much SHIT this series has dragged itself through for...what? Nothing worth all of this, IMO. Thankfully, these moments feel less and less pressing in KH3′s opening hours than they certainly could be, though I’m sure the closing hours of the game -- once they’ve tidily gotten all of that silly, inconsequential DISNEY CONTENT out of the way (even though that’s the BULK of the game environments and HALF of the series’ identity/purpose) -- those closing hours will surely be packed to the gills with all of this crazy crap. Maybe by then I might finally care enough to finally get the catharsis I’ve waited over a decade for. I dunno. I’m just relieved the game looks, plays, sounds, and feels as good as it does so far. EDIT: almost forgot to mention this since it hasn’t actually come up yet BUT I picked up a BUNCH of “ingredients”??? Like. FOR COOKING??? Which is one of my all-time favorite mechanics in a video game?? (thanks Paper Mario) So I’m at LEAST excited to see what THAT is all about.

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[roman-reigns-princess]

Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 5

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Warnings: nsfw/18+, thigh fucking (not to be confused w thigh riding), non-penetrative smut, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2154

A/N: I finally got around to writing some actual smut, surprise! Sorry it took so long

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She wriggled around in his arms until she found a position she liked, not that any position that involved her on top of Roman could ever be uncomfortable, but she wanted to tell Naomi about this, and she certainly couldn’t have Roman looking at her phone. While it may be a long journey for Roman, it was going to be a fun ride for her.

A pounding headache greeted Lyra when she woke up later that day, completely scrambling her brain. It wasn't till she tried sitting up that she realized that she wasn't in her room, and a shirtless Roman lay between her legs, his head resting on her naval.

He let out a low groan as she tried to slide out of bed. When she tried to wriggle away, he pulled her closer, wrapping his powerful arms around her and squeezing a little too tight.

"Ow, fuck, Roman, let go," she said, trying to push him off.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, burying his face in her midsection.

She was even more sensitive today, so the slightest brush of his beard against her, even through the shirt, had her squirming and whimpering. She tried pulling his arms apart, tried pushing his shoulders, but whatever she did only made him squeeze harder and nip her side in irritation.

"God, what the fuck, Roman wake up," she grumbled, a blush rushing to her face at the thought of him biting other places. Slowly, she rocked them to try and push him over onto his back. After a few minutes she succeeded, and they landed on the edge of the bed with a soft thump. That seemed to jerk Roman awake as he sat up in a hurry, making her slide down onto his lap. "Really? THAT woke you up?"

He blinked up at her in sleepy confusion before he remembered the situation. He hastily unwrapped his arms so that he was no longer crushing her against him, but when she shifted a little, his hands involuntarily clamped down on her waist. She couldn't stop the smug smile that crept across her face as she realized she was basically sitting on his hard on.

"Need some help, big guy?" She asked, trying to bite back a giggle when he narrowed his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched it. She savoured the feeling of his bare skin against her palms as she slid her hands up his chest to give her better leverage. With a quick shove, she pushed him down; he growled up at her, his muscular chest practically vibrating under her small hands, but he made no move to stop her or change their position. She pushed her hips down against his, making him jerk up as he failed to bite back a groan. "C'mon, I just wanna play."

"T-this ain't a good idea, babe. Seth's already gonna have a fuckin fit when he finds out we shared a room after getting drunk," Roman's voice sounded strained. His eyes rolled back when she once again rolled her hips against him, his dick now completely pressed up against her heat through their clothes. "Don't wanna make shit worse."

"I can handle him and his temper tantrums," she insisted with a pout. Rather than respond, Roman flipped them over, and shifted off her in the blink of an eye. She sat up with a huff. "Fine, fine."

"You should go shower, tame your heat scent a little; that shit's like a natural aphrodisiac, 'specially to us Alphas," he said as he sat on the other side of the bed, his back turned to her.

"Don't seem to be working on your stubborn ass," she mumbled, not realizing she'd said that out loud until he tossed a grey shirt in her face.

"You can't talk, Ms I'm-gonna-get-drunk-during-my-first-heat-in-a-club-full-of-Alphas," he shot back. Pulling the shirt away, she gave him a venomous glare. "I'm just sayin, that ain't the smartest thing you've come up with."

She got up, grumbling to herself as she walked over to the bathroom. He was right of course, but she certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say that.

Roman chuckled to himself as Lyra slammed the door. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like getting her all worked up and flustered. Plus it was easier not giving in to his urges when she was mad at him.

Running his fingers through his hair, Roman wondered what he should do about the situation. He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to throw Lyra onto the bed and mate her till she begged him to stop.

But given his status as Alpha, claiming her would only put a target on her back. Orton had already tried to get at her because he knew Roman cared about her.

On the other hand, claiming her as his mate would officially put Lyra under the protection of his pack, the Bloodline, and that would definitely deter a lot of people.

As he continued his internal debate, he dug out a bottle of Tylenol he kept in his bag, and grabbed one of the water bottles the hotel had left out. As he set them down on the nightstand next to the bed he noticed that Jimmy had left Lyra's cards on it. A couple moments later, Lyra walked out of the bathroom

"Take a couple tablets and drink the water, I'll brush my teeth real quick then we'll go get something to eat," he told her, jerking his head towards the nightstand as he made his way to the bathroom. "Jimmy must've come in while we were sleeping and left your cards there."

Lyra nodded, fingers massaging her temple as she walked past him to sit on the bed. It had felt so good brushing the taste of whiskey out of her mouth, and taking a hot shower to scrub away the stench of the club from her hair and skin.

But it left her feeling uncomfortably hot despite wearing nothing but the shirt Roman had tossed her. Even the bottle of water did little to help her as she chugged it along with two pills.

She lay down on the bed, trying to find a cool spot, but that wasn't helping either. Not only did the bed smell like Roman, but so did she after using his soap and shampoo.

She knew she shouldn't but with his scent overwhelming her senses, her animal instincts started to take over. She turned her head to the side to bury her face in the pillow that smelled like him as she slid a hand between her legs.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as her fingers circled her clit, her slick quickly coating her fingers as she tried to alleviate the growing ache between her legs. Slowly, she slipped a finger into herself, then another; biting down on the pillow to muffle her soft moans, she spread her legs wider as she began to pump her fingers faster, imagining Roman's fingers or tongue in their place.

Her other hand came up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the soft material of the shirt. She arched her back, her pleasure approaching its peak when she felt the bed dip around her.

Her eyes flew open as she gasped. She looked up to see Roman hovering above her, his eyes glowing a dangerous silver as he stared down at her with an intensity that made her heart thump loudly. A blush heated up her face as she glanced away; she was mortified, feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"R-Roman, I-," she began, but he cut her off with a large hand over her mouth, his other hand reaching down to grab the wrist of her hand between her legs.

"When you're in my bed, you don't get to come until I say so," Roman's voice a low growl as he brought her hand up to his mouth; her breath caught as his tongue flicked out, licking upwards from her wrist to the tips of her fingers. "If you wanna come, you're gonna have to be quiet, we don't need anyone snitching on us, got it?"

She nodded vigorously, wondering if this was actually happening or if she was just having a very realistic dream. His eyes returned to their usual delicious warm brown as he let go of her, using one arm to prop himself up, while his other hand found its way to her thigh.

"Are you sure you want this, I don't wanna take advan-" Lyra grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. She squealed as he pushed forward into her, his body pressing her into the bed. He kissed his way down her neck, his fingers pushing the shirt up till her ribs were exposed.

"Of course I want this! Now, please shut the fuck up and make me come," she whined, making him laugh against her throat.

"What're the magic words?" he murmured, rutting against her heat.

"M-magic words?" she whimpered, pleasure clouding her mind. "P-please?"

"Please who?" He growled, one hand curling into her hair while the other drifted back down between her legs.

"Ah fuck, please, Alpha, please make me come," she begged as two of his fingers slipped between her slick covered lips.

"That's better," said Roman, slowly easing a finger into her, and then another, making her toes curl with pleasure as she arched into him. "Goddamn, you're so tight, baby, I can't wait to get in here tonight."

"T-tonight? Not now?" she questioned, trying to keep her train of thought as his fingers began to move.

"I wanna take my time fucking your brains out, Princess," he replied, his thumb massaging her clit while he sucked another mark to life on the side of her throat.

"But I want you to come too," she whined, reaching down to grab his cock through his shorts, inciting a loud groan from the Alpha on top of her. "Pleeeaase."

"Fuck, since you asked so nicely, I guess that can be arranged," he said before pulling away to stand up. Lyra sat up to get on her knees, but he shoved her back down with a hand, making her pout up at him. "I didn't tell you to move."

"Sorry, Alpha," she said, unconsciously licking her lips as she watched him take off his shorts. Her eyes widened as she watched him stroke himself; he was a lot bigger than she'd anticipated.

"You scared, baby? You ain't gonna quit on me, right?" He said, with a teasing smirk as he knelt on the bed between her legs.

"N-no," she stuttered, gasping softly when he grabbed her ankles to pull her to him. Her lips parted in awe and apprehension as he let his hard cock rest on her stomach, showing her just how far in he was going to go if he didn't bottom out before then. His smirk widened when he saw her expression, and he leaned in to give her a kiss.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you tonight," he said, his deep voice going soft for a moment. He pulled away momentarily to pull her legs up, her calves resting on his shoulders as he pushed her knees together. Lyra looked up at him in confusion until she felt him push his cock between her slick covered thighs.

"Oh," she gasped, her face heating up as he rubbed against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He leaned in to kiss her, groaning against her lips when she squeezed her thighs.

Her fingers curled into his hair, trying to bring him closer to her as he fucked her thighs, his cock sliding against her pussy. He grunted as she bit his jaw harshly, sucking a mark to life; he was too close to the edge to stop her.

Instead Roman returned the favour, making her moan as he bit the side of her throat. He paused for a moment, his ears pricked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps headed for their room.

"Why'd you-" Lyra began to whine till he covered her mouth with his hand and resumed his pace. Her toes curled as the pleasure reached its peak, making her moan into his hand.

"Can you come for me, baby? Come for your Alpha," Roman demanded, his hand slipped down to her throat so that he could give her a rough kiss.

Her body shuddered beneath him and she squeezed her thighs even tighter as her orgasm crashed into her. He let go of her throat to bury his face in it, cursing loudly as he came a few moments later. She moaned softly as she felt his cock twitching between her thighs.

He pulled away to look down at the mess he'd made on her stomach, a proud look on his face. The pride quickly turned back into lust as she swiped up a bit of his cum and licked it off her finger.

He moved to lean in again but froze when someone banged their fist against the door of their hotel room. Lyra squeaked in alarm, her heart racing as she finally noticed her brother's scent.

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[rceebe-blog]

Scoot Over (Commission)

An overdue quickie for DeathKnelle, who wanted some papa wolf dong. Who can blame him? Fortunately, Ryan's always got room for one more in that truck. ;D Thumbnail background is from Textures.com. Ryan and writing (C) me Knelle (C) FA: deathknelle

Knelle dragged the back of his arm across his brow. The air rushing through the vent window, even as humid as it was, helped to cool him off and keep the heat bearable. He was shirtless and tired. His glasses, smeared with sweat, sat up on the dashboard along with a bobbing hula girl superglued to the plastic and a few grease-stained trucker hats in several color combinations.

"You gonna be all right there, kiddo?"

The Abyssinian cat forced a smile. "Yeah. I'll be okay. It's just, ah, really hot today, that's all. I'm not used to walking in the heat."

A smile tugged at the edges of the trucker's jowly lips. "You get used to it! You oughta cool down now that we're movin', though." He smacked the cat on the thigh, making him wince. "So what's your name, kid? I usually ask for references before I let boys in the truck but you looked like you were gonna be a puddle real soon-like."

"Oh, I'm Knelle," he answered. "And you, you're mister...?"

"No mister! Just Ryan." He flashed a grin at the cat. "There's some bottles of water behind the seat if you want one. Help yourself."

Knelle did exactly that, digging through a veritable tide of crumpled fast food wrappers and empty soda cans until he found a stiff plastic flat-pack of water bottles. He chugged a whole bottle in an unbroken drink.

"Thirsty boy, aren't you?" Ryan drummed on the steering wheel and chuckled. "How old are you, kid? I just gotta be sure I ain't taking a minor over state lines. You look kinda... young."

The cat huffed. "I'm twenty-three. Believe me, I'm not a kid."

"Well, you are to me," the wolf sneered. "Suppose everything under thirty is kid territory when you're pushing the big five-oh, huh?"

Knelle smiled thinly, leaning on the door. "You? Fifty? Nah, you look forty at best."

"Aw, shucks." Ryan chuckled. "You tryna butter me up, kid? It's working."

Suddenly Knelle blinked, his smile vanishing. "Um. So, wait, are you--? I mean, what I'm trying to ask is--."

Ryan dumped the coyness when he said, "Yeah, kid, I like guys. Boys like you, in particular." He peeked aside at Knelle, licking his jowl. "Next truck stop, y'wanna fuck? I'm clean. Ain't gotta be anything spectacular. Just some road stop num-nums."

"Num-nums!" Knelle parroted, shrieking with laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the old wolf scoffed. "Shaddup, you little turd. I'm old enough to be your papa and by god, I'll spank you."

The cat played with his tail. "Mmh. I've never been much into spanking. But I have always wanted to try a--, um, what's-it-called, a DILF?"

Ryan didn't have the heart to tell Knelle he wasn't really a father.

It was half past four in the afternoon when Ryan pulled into the truck stop. He took a spot off at the end not out of necessity, but a desire for privacy.

Killing the engine, he said, "Hey kid, I'm gonna head in real quick. You want anything? Soda, donut, candy bar, French tickler?"

The cat had gotten used to Ryan's sense of humor in the two hours he'd been in the truck. "I'd like a Pepsi if they have that."

Ryan smiled and smooched him on the cheek. He left and came back barely ten minutes later, a sweating can of Pepsi in his paw and a travel-size sack of Doritos in the other. As he climbed up into the truck and passed Knelle the can, he said, "Lookin' like storms."

"I thought I heard thunder." Knelle cracked open his Pepsi and sipped it. The fizziness tickled his nose. "So, were you kidding about--?"

"Naw." The fat old wolf scratched his balls flagrantly. "I wanna fuck your brains out, kiddo." In the middle of a lean toward the cat, he paused and smiled softly. "How 'bout you? Still wanna do this? No pressure, cutie."

The twink set his can in the cup holder hanging off the vent. "I'm down for it," he cooed. "Just, ah... you take the lead. I'm no good in the driver's seat, so to speak."

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Looming across the flat land, the storm front was obvious. Knelle watched it with curiosity and awe even as Ryan palmed his sweet young breast and played with his nipples. "Mmm, that's really neat. It's like a razor's edge."

Ryan glanced away from the flatness of Knelle's body for the flatness of the prairie. He found the boy far more interesting. "Seen one storm, you seen 'em all." It was almost humorous how far he was leaning, straining his overweight body just so he could kiss and lick along the cat's svelte lines. "Mmm, Christ. You're one pretty fuckin' boy, Knelle."

He giggled. "Thank you."

The trucker grinned wide. He nuzzled Knelle. "Hey sweet stuff, wanna see somethin' really swell?"

It took Knelle a second, and then he laughed. "Oh--, jeez. That was like a dad joke. I'm disappointed."

"Hi Disappointed, I'm dad," Ryan said with a perfectly polite smile. Knelle shoved him away by the snout, laughing and shaking his head. "Na-a-ah, though, it's just my dick. Is that such a big deal?"

Knelle watched Ryan sit back and open his fly. In spite of the excitement, he sniped back at Ryan: "If you've seen one cock, you've seen all of them."

"Right in papa wolf's cold black heart." Ryan shook his head and pulled apart the flaps of his fly. His boxers were grimy off-blue things, and a stain of what was hopefully precum was spreading slowly in an irregular circle. "You wanna go down on me, kiddo? Or just maybe," he licked his jowls and huffed through his nostrils, "papa can slobber your butthole instead."

A blush and a grin both on his face, Knelle started to weasel out of his bottoms. His clothes were sweaty but clean compared to Ryan's; just a pair of trendy jeans and plain white briefs from Fruit of the Loom. He glanced out the passenger window surreptitiously, half expecting to see some leering eyes enjoying the soon-to-be sex show. Knelle wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but some of Ryan's go-getter charisma was rubbing off on him. He was just a bit disappointed that nobody was around to see the truck rock.

The slender feline put his knees on the seat, forearms on the door and paws slack out the window. His lengthy tail swished elegantly over his bottom. "I'm a little sweaty," he murmured. "I get the feeling that's a good thing for you."

"Ay, and I figured the nerdy glasses were just for show. You are a smart kid." Ryan, a little more clumsy with his bottoms mostly on, leaned over the shifter again and outright crammed his rough snout into the cat's ass crack.

Sweet little Knelle gasped and ground backwards, peeking over his shoulder with a lopsided smirk on his face. "Don't be shy, I guess."

Ryan had forgotten what the word meant years ago. He slobbered through Knelle's ass crack as if he owned it. The breadth of his tongue spread apart the cheeks a bit with each slurp, and the velvet surface dragging over his anus gave Knelle much soft-spoken pleasure. His penis, an average and circumcised thing, oozed its lazy payload of precum onto the cracked vinyl of the seat. Ryan's dong was doing much the same, saturating the material of his boxers so badly that pre dripped through the fabric.

The wolf was imprecise, and that was what Knelle loved so much. So many men just went for the bullseye - that perfect, pink pucker of his - and ignored everything surrounding it, but Ryan was thorough to the point of absurdity. What delicate sweat had been in Knelle's fur was long forgotten, replaced by a dense coating of saliva which added to the heat and humidity of the unbearable day. Knelle absently masturbated and watched the angry storm clouds roll closer and closer. He could smell the cool air of the storm.

"Mmh, gawddamn," Ryan panted against Knelle's bottom. He planted his lips on the cat's asshole and gave it a suck. With drool caking his chin, he flopped back into his seat and gave the cat's tail a pull. "C'mere, kiddo," he growled, pulling down his boxers and tucking them under his sweaty ballbag. "Sit in papa wolf's lap."

Knelle was turned-on enough by the trucker's slippery work and the sight of his chubby black meat that he was all too happy to ride the wolf no matter how obvious it would look to passerby. He slunk his way across the seats, moving with his unreal feline grace over the shifter, barely brushing against its eight-ball grip. He straddled Ryan, facing the old wolf, and wasted not a second of time on teasing.

The cat kissed Ryan's jowls sweetly. With eyes only for the wolf's handsome, aged features, he guided Ryan's cock between the taut cheeks of his ass by touch alone. There was some clumsiness; he had to grind to get it notched just right against his well-slurped pucker. Ryan wrapped his sweaty arms around the cat and uttered an unintelligible compliment. Knelle liked the tone.

Biting his lip and looking over the wolf's shoulder, Knelle pushed down with his gay, fine ass until the head of Ryan's cock opened him up. Knelle was well-trained and the wolf's drool had him very lubricated; he felt little pain past that sharp stretch of the penetration. As he slid down Ryan's throbbing meat, he draped his arms around the trucker's neck and purred for him.

"Good kitty," Ryan huffed, grinning big and toothy. He nosed Knelle's cheek, his wiry gray fur tickling the cat's face. "And the other truckers tell me I don't like some tight pussy."

They laughed together, quietly. The thunder filled the following gap and Knelle squeezed Ryan fast. He pulled up when he was barely halfway down, letting the wolf's constant supply of precum ooze into him and smear across his anal walls. Knelle was happy with so many things about the arrangement, but perhaps his favorite thing was how his cock ground against the wolf's thick gut. His greasy white shirt was pulled up, too snug to fit decently over the fat curve of his belly; Knelle's penis rubbed through the soft fur and left stripes of precum in its follicles.

Again Knelle lowered his bottom, and this time he pushed down to the balls. He crooned, closing his eyes in a subtle show of pleasure. The fat wolf's meat filled him out beautifully, putting pressure on all the right spots. And at the other end, Ryan felt shivers in his heavy body brought on by the closeness (and tightness) of the twink in his lap. He raked his blunt claws down Knelle's back, digging ruts in the fur and slightly into flesh. Knelle's soft mrowl and the way he pushed further into Ryan's embrace made him grin.

The storm was getting closer, but neither the trucker or passenger seemed to notice. Knelle bounced in Ryan's lap with typical feline grace, pleasure racing through his body, boosted by the taboo thrill which came with such an old and musky partner. They shared little kisses, shallow ones on the lips and cheeks. Their paws were much more intimate, stroking and palming everywhere they roamed. The stickiness of sweaty fur was no detriment to their affection.

"God, kid," Ryan huffed. He licked Knelle's cheek. "You're gonna make me bust a nut if you keep ridin' me like that. You didn't even have to fucking pause, you just started going at it." He laughed with a dreamy quality. "If all the boys I fucked were half as good as you..."

Knelle could be naive, but not enough to believe Ryan was telling the truth. The sex was good enough that he didn't mind the lie. Moving faster, cock aching, Knelle remarked with a lazy tone, "It's kinda funny how all I wanted a few hours ago was a shower. I'm starting to think sweaty sex is wa-a-ay better."

"Gets my vote, kiddo," Ryan concurred. He patted the cat's hip. "Keep going, cutie. Papa wolf's almost there... it's been a while since I shot a wad."

Raindrops started to patter against the metal and the windows. Ryan groped for the window crank and rolled it up almost all the way, leaving just a crack. Knelle's wide-open window was a mile away to them at that moment.

Knelle gnawed Ryan's jowl, putting bloodless dents in it. He was purring, raking manicured claws over the wolf's wonderfully mature body. His riding was rough and swift; he was plainly close to his own orgasm. "Gawd... I think you're the oldest guy I've been with. You smell so nasty."

Ryan recognized the tone in the word, nasty made to rhyme with delicious. He nipped the cat on the nose and squeezed his tight young ass in both paws. "Goddamn right I do, kid. You gonna nut for daddy or what?"

"Oh, I'm gonna. I'm gonna-a-a," Knelle whined, pressing into Ryan. Only his hips moved, and even that with some assistance from the wolf's hard, strong paws. "Ooh, my boyfriend's never gonna let me live this one down," he said with a nervous titter. He bounced and ground, shoving himself against Ryan over and over, letting his tight ass grip the trucker's dick. "Fuck, I can't--, I'm not--," he murmured, nuzzling Ryan's neck with beet-red cheeks.

Still-distant thunder shook the earth, uttering a reverberating note which made the windows rattle. Ryan squeezed Knelle tighter, fingers putting deep dimples in the boy's ass cheeks. It was then that Knelle came, shooting his spunk into the coarse fur on Ryan's gut. The wolf smiled warmly, blushing himself; he knew what had happened. Jizz on his belly was something he'd felt so many times.

"C'mo-o-on kid, you did good, now just a little more for your daddy wolf." He urged the cat gently, whispering into his ears, heard barely over the rising swell of the rain. The armrest on the passenger side was entirely soaked and the seat's edge had droplets on it. "I'm close, kid, just a little more..."

Knelle indulged him, shuddering as his oversensitive cock was tickled and rubbed by the wolf's protruding belly. His eyes were clenched tight, jaws set in a grimace as he bounced. It was all for Ryan at that point, and the cat said as much when he whispered, "This is just for you, hon. Are you gonna cum for me?"

Ryan relaxed in his seat and Knelle put his paws on the wolf's breast. His fingers slipped around Ryan's moobs before he realized what he was touching and sheepishly slid them higher. He clenched on Ryan's member, but not intentionally; his muscles contracted in the warmth of his afterglow. "C'mon, Ryan," he said, shivering. "I wanna enjoy the storm..."

The wolf gnawed on his jowl, folding his arms behind his head. It was subtle, but he was huffing through his nostrils, flaring them wide. Pinned between his back and the seat, his tail tried to wag. "God, kid," he sighed. "Just goddamn. Here you go, you sure as hell earned this."

Just a few seconds passed before he hissed through his teeth; a wave of pleasure washed over him. His cock twitched inside of Knelle, tweaking harshly enough against his anal walls that the cat gasped and smashed himself flush to Ryan again, wrapping his small arms around the wolf. Ryan lazily hugged Knelle as he shot, blowing two, three, and finally four thick ropes of pent-up trucker spunk deep inside of the prettyboy cat. It didn't escape the cat; he was snug as could be around Ryan despite the subtle swell of his freshly-fucked pucker.

"That was damn good," Ryan sighed. "Uh... kid, here. Lemme lean over with you. Can you--?"

Knelle giggled, moving with the wolf. "No, I got it. It's fine." He shifted with Ryan and rolled up the passenger-side window, and then he settled back into Ryan's lap, chest to chest and sharing gentle kisses. They listened to the storm together.

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Lazy Morning (Commission)

A quickie for Rosenade, a new customer who wanted to see a pair of Pokemon dadbods gettin' frisky in the morning, including some ass eating. Well, don't you know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? <:3c Be sure to get some sausage too. Dick joke! This was fun to write! I don't get to work with mature lovers often. Thumbnail background is from Textures.com. Writing (C) me Alistair and Joseph (C) FA: rosenade Delphox, Lucario and Pokemon (C) Nintendo

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Knelle dragged the back of his arm across his brow. The air rushing through the vent window, even as humid as it was, helped to cool him off and keep the heat bearable. He was shirtless and tired. His glasses, smeared with sweat, sat up on the dashboard along with a bobbing hula girl superglued to the plastic and a few grease-stained trucker hats in several color combinations.

"You gonna be all right there, kiddo?"

The Abyssinian cat forced a smile. "Yeah. I'll be okay. It's just, ah, really hot today, that's all. I'm not used to walking in the heat."

A smile tugged at the edges of the trucker's jowly lips. "You get used to it! You oughta cool down now that we're movin', though." He smacked the cat on the thigh, making him wince. "So what's your name, kid? I usually ask for references before I let boys in the truck but you looked like you were gonna be a puddle real soon-like."

"Oh, I'm Knelle," he answered. "And you, you're mister...?"

"No mister! Just Ryan." He flashed a grin at the cat. "There's some bottles of water behind the seat if you want one. Help yourself."

Knelle did exactly that, digging through a veritable tide of crumpled fast food wrappers and empty soda cans until he found a stiff plastic flat-pack of water bottles. He chugged a whole bottle in an unbroken drink.

"Thirsty boy, aren't you?" Ryan drummed on the steering wheel and chuckled. "How old are you, kid? I just gotta be sure I ain't taking a minor over state lines. You look kinda... young."

The cat huffed. "I'm twenty-three. Believe me, I'm not a kid."

"Well, you are to me," the wolf sneered. "Suppose everything under thirty is kid territory when you're pushing the big five-oh, huh?"

Knelle smiled thinly, leaning on the door. "You? Fifty? Nah, you look forty at best."

"Aw, shucks." Ryan chuckled. "You tryna butter me up, kid? It's working."

Suddenly Knelle blinked, his smile vanishing. "Um. So, wait, are you--? I mean, what I'm trying to ask is--."

Ryan dumped the coyness when he said, "Yeah, kid, I like guys. Boys like you, in particular." He peeked aside at Knelle, licking his jowl. "Next truck stop, y'wanna fuck? I'm clean. Ain't gotta be anything spectacular. Just some road stop num-nums."

"Num-nums!" Knelle parroted, shrieking with laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the old wolf scoffed. "Shaddup, you little turd. I'm old enough to be your papa and by god, I'll spank you."

The cat played with his tail. "Mmh. I've never been much into spanking. But I have always wanted to try a--, um, what's-it-called, a DILF?"

Ryan didn't have the heart to tell Knelle he wasn't really a father.

It was half past four in the afternoon when Ryan pulled into the truck stop. He took a spot off at the end not out of necessity, but a desire for privacy.

Killing the engine, he said, "Hey kid, I'm gonna head in real quick. You want anything? Soda, donut, candy bar, French tickler?"

The cat had gotten used to Ryan's sense of humor in the two hours he'd been in the truck. "I'd like a Pepsi if they have that."

Ryan smiled and smooched him on the cheek. He left and came back barely ten minutes later, a sweating can of Pepsi in his paw and a travel-size sack of Doritos in the other. As he climbed up into the truck and passed Knelle the can, he said, "Lookin' like storms."

"I thought I heard thunder." Knelle cracked open his Pepsi and sipped it. The fizziness tickled his nose. "So, were you kidding about--?"

"Naw." The fat old wolf scratched his balls flagrantly. "I wanna fuck your brains out, kiddo." In the middle of a lean toward the cat, he paused and smiled softly. "How 'bout you? Still wanna do this? No pressure, cutie."

The twink set his can in the cup holder hanging off the vent. "I'm down for it," he cooed. "Just, ah... you take the lead. I'm no good in the driver's seat, so to speak."

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Looming across the flat land, the storm front was obvious. Knelle watched it with curiosity and awe even as Ryan palmed his sweet young breast and played with his nipples. "Mmm, that's really neat. It's like a razor's edge."

Ryan glanced away from the flatness of Knelle's body for the flatness of the prairie. He found the boy far more interesting. "Seen one storm, you seen 'em all." It was almost humorous how far he was leaning, straining his overweight body just so he could kiss and lick along the cat's svelte lines. "Mmm, Christ. You're one pretty fuckin' boy, Knelle."

He giggled. "Thank you."

The trucker grinned wide. He nuzzled Knelle. "Hey sweet stuff, wanna see somethin' really swell?"

It took Knelle a second, and then he laughed. "Oh--, jeez. That was like a dad joke. I'm disappointed."

"Hi Disappointed, I'm dad," Ryan said with a perfectly polite smile. Knelle shoved him away by the snout, laughing and shaking his head. "Na-a-ah, though, it's just my dick. Is that such a big deal?"

Knelle watched Ryan sit back and open his fly. In spite of the excitement, he sniped back at Ryan: "If you've seen one cock, you've seen all of them."

"Right in papa wolf's cold black heart." Ryan shook his head and pulled apart the flaps of his fly. His boxers were grimy off-blue things, and a stain of what was hopefully precum was spreading slowly in an irregular circle. "You wanna go down on me, kiddo? Or just maybe," he licked his jowls and huffed through his nostrils, "papa can slobber your butthole instead."

A blush and a grin both on his face, Knelle started to weasel out of his bottoms. His clothes were sweaty but clean compared to Ryan's; just a pair of trendy jeans and plain white briefs from Fruit of the Loom. He glanced out the passenger window surreptitiously, half expecting to see some leering eyes enjoying the soon-to-be sex show. Knelle wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but some of Ryan's go-getter charisma was rubbing off on him. He was just a bit disappointed that nobody was around to see the truck rock.

The slender feline put his knees on the seat, forearms on the door and paws slack out the window. His lengthy tail swished elegantly over his bottom. "I'm a little sweaty," he murmured. "I get the feeling that's a good thing for you."

"Ay, and I figured the nerdy glasses were just for show. You are a smart kid." Ryan, a little more clumsy with his bottoms mostly on, leaned over the shifter again and outright crammed his rough snout into the cat's ass crack.

Sweet little Knelle gasped and ground backwards, peeking over his shoulder with a lopsided smirk on his face. "Don't be shy, I guess."

Ryan had forgotten what the word meant years ago. He slobbered through Knelle's ass crack as if he owned it. The breadth of his tongue spread apart the cheeks a bit with each slurp, and the velvet surface dragging over his anus gave Knelle much soft-spoken pleasure. His penis, an average and circumcised thing, oozed its lazy payload of precum onto the cracked vinyl of the seat. Ryan's dong was doing much the same, saturating the material of his boxers so badly that pre dripped through the fabric.

The wolf was imprecise, and that was what Knelle loved so much. So many men just went for the bullseye - that perfect, pink pucker of his - and ignored everything surrounding it, but Ryan was thorough to the point of absurdity. What delicate sweat had been in Knelle's fur was long forgotten, replaced by a dense coating of saliva which added to the heat and humidity of the unbearable day. Knelle absently masturbated and watched the angry storm clouds roll closer and closer. He could smell the cool air of the storm.

"Mmh, gawddamn," Ryan panted against Knelle's bottom. He planted his lips on the cat's asshole and gave it a suck. With drool caking his chin, he flopped back into his seat and gave the cat's tail a pull. "C'mere, kiddo," he growled, pulling down his boxers and tucking them under his sweaty ballbag. "Sit in papa wolf's lap."

Knelle was turned-on enough by the trucker's slippery work and the sight of his chubby black meat that he was all too happy to ride the wolf no matter how obvious it would look to passerby. He slunk his way across the seats, moving with his unreal feline grace over the shifter, barely brushing against its eight-ball grip. He straddled Ryan, facing the old wolf, and wasted not a second of time on teasing.

The cat kissed Ryan's jowls sweetly. With eyes only for the wolf's handsome, aged features, he guided Ryan's cock between the taut cheeks of his ass by touch alone. There was some clumsiness; he had to grind to get it notched just right against his well-slurped pucker. Ryan wrapped his sweaty arms around the cat and uttered an unintelligible compliment. Knelle liked the tone.

Biting his lip and looking over the wolf's shoulder, Knelle pushed down with his gay, fine ass until the head of Ryan's cock opened him up. Knelle was well-trained and the wolf's drool had him very lubricated; he felt little pain past that sharp stretch of the penetration. As he slid down Ryan's throbbing meat, he draped his arms around the trucker's neck and purred for him.

"Good kitty," Ryan huffed, grinning big and toothy. He nosed Knelle's cheek, his wiry gray fur tickling the cat's face. "And the other truckers tell me I don't like some tight pussy."

They laughed together, quietly. The thunder filled the following gap and Knelle squeezed Ryan fast. He pulled up when he was barely halfway down, letting the wolf's constant supply of precum ooze into him and smear across his anal walls. Knelle was happy with so many things about the arrangement, but perhaps his favorite thing was how his cock ground against the wolf's thick gut. His greasy white shirt was pulled up, too snug to fit decently over the fat curve of his belly; Knelle's penis rubbed through the soft fur and left stripes of precum in its follicles.

Again Knelle lowered his bottom, and this time he pushed down to the balls. He crooned, closing his eyes in a subtle show of pleasure. The fat wolf's meat filled him out beautifully, putting pressure on all the right spots. And at the other end, Ryan felt shivers in his heavy body brought on by the closeness (and tightness) of the twink in his lap. He raked his blunt claws down Knelle's back, digging ruts in the fur and slightly into flesh. Knelle's soft mrowl and the way he pushed further into Ryan's embrace made him grin.

The storm was getting closer, but neither the trucker or passenger seemed to notice. Knelle bounced in Ryan's lap with typical feline grace, pleasure racing through his body, boosted by the taboo thrill which came with such an old and musky partner. They shared little kisses, shallow ones on the lips and cheeks. Their paws were much more intimate, stroking and palming everywhere they roamed. The stickiness of sweaty fur was no detriment to their affection.

"God, kid," Ryan huffed. He licked Knelle's cheek. "You're gonna make me bust a nut if you keep ridin' me like that. You didn't even have to fucking pause, you just started going at it." He laughed with a dreamy quality. "If all the boys I fucked were half as good as you..."

Knelle could be naive, but not enough to believe Ryan was telling the truth. The sex was good enough that he didn't mind the lie. Moving faster, cock aching, Knelle remarked with a lazy tone, "It's kinda funny how all I wanted a few hours ago was a shower. I'm starting to think sweaty sex is wa-a-ay better."

"Gets my vote, kiddo," Ryan concurred. He patted the cat's hip. "Keep going, cutie. Papa wolf's almost there... it's been a while since I shot a wad."

Raindrops started to patter against the metal and the windows. Ryan groped for the window crank and rolled it up almost all the way, leaving just a crack. Knelle's wide-open window was a mile away to them at that moment.

Knelle gnawed Ryan's jowl, putting bloodless dents in it. He was purring, raking manicured claws over the wolf's wonderfully mature body. His riding was rough and swift; he was plainly close to his own orgasm. "Gawd... I think you're the oldest guy I've been with. You smell so nasty."

Ryan recognized the tone in the word, nasty made to rhyme with delicious. He nipped the cat on the nose and squeezed his tight young ass in both paws. "Goddamn right I do, kid. You gonna nut for daddy or what?"

"Oh, I'm gonna. I'm gonna-a-a," Knelle whined, pressing into Ryan. Only his hips moved, and even that with some assistance from the wolf's hard, strong paws. "Ooh, my boyfriend's never gonna let me live this one down," he said with a nervous titter. He bounced and ground, shoving himself against Ryan over and over, letting his tight ass grip the trucker's dick. "Fuck, I can't--, I'm not--," he murmured, nuzzling Ryan's neck with beet-red cheeks.

Still-distant thunder shook the earth, uttering a reverberating note which made the windows rattle. Ryan squeezed Knelle tighter, fingers putting deep dimples in the boy's ass cheeks. It was then that Knelle came, shooting his spunk into the coarse fur on Ryan's gut. The wolf smiled warmly, blushing himself; he knew what had happened. Jizz on his belly was something he'd felt so many times.

"C'mo-o-on kid, you did good, now just a little more for your daddy wolf." He urged the cat gently, whispering into his ears, heard barely over the rising swell of the rain. The armrest on the passenger side was entirely soaked and the seat's edge had droplets on it. "I'm close, kid, just a little more..."

Knelle indulged him, shuddering as his oversensitive cock was tickled and rubbed by the wolf's protruding belly. His eyes were clenched tight, jaws set in a grimace as he bounced. It was all for Ryan at that point, and the cat said as much when he whispered, "This is just for you, hon. Are you gonna cum for me?"

Ryan relaxed in his seat and Knelle put his paws on the wolf's breast. His fingers slipped around Ryan's moobs before he realized what he was touching and sheepishly slid them higher. He clenched on Ryan's member, but not intentionally; his muscles contracted in the warmth of his afterglow. "C'mon, Ryan," he said, shivering. "I wanna enjoy the storm..."

The wolf gnawed on his jowl, folding his arms behind his head. It was subtle, but he was huffing through his nostrils, flaring them wide. Pinned between his back and the seat, his tail tried to wag. "God, kid," he sighed. "Just goddamn. Here you go, you sure as hell earned this."

Just a few seconds passed before he hissed through his teeth; a wave of pleasure washed over him. His cock twitched inside of Knelle, tweaking harshly enough against his anal walls that the cat gasped and smashed himself flush to Ryan again, wrapping his small arms around the wolf. Ryan lazily hugged Knelle as he shot, blowing two, three, and finally four thick ropes of pent-up trucker spunk deep inside of the prettyboy cat. It didn't escape the cat; he was snug as could be around Ryan despite the subtle swell of his freshly-fucked pucker.

"That was damn good," Ryan sighed. "Uh... kid, here. Lemme lean over with you. Can you--?"

Knelle giggled, moving with the wolf. "No, I got it. It's fine." He shifted with Ryan and rolled up the passenger-side window, and then he settled back into Ryan's lap, chest to chest and sharing gentle kisses. They listened to the storm together.