Author’s Note: This took me way too long to write and is a bit of a filler chapter, but I hope you enjoy!
Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs
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You’re finishing brushing your teeth when you hear your phone ding from your bedroom. With a yawn, you drop your toothbrush into its hole in the holding cup and pad back to your room, giving Erykah’s bedroom door a light tap as you pass it. You hear her mutter a soft good night before you get to your room door.
Safe in your room, you turn the light off, close the door, and flop onto your bed, pulling your phone from under your back. Clicking the screen on, you see a text from Peter. Blinking to let your eyes adjust, you read the message, I really want us to be friends too. Maybe we could get lunch sometime and get to know each other better. Your eyebrows raise at his forwardness. Part of you wants to go get Erykah and ask her what she thinks, should you take it? Should you wait until after the meeting so you get to see him a bit more? He is cute and if Michelle is friends with him, you can rule out him being a complete douche bag. You decide to just jump and and suffer the consequences - if there are any - later.
Stifling a yawn, you type out your message for Peter and turn off your phone screen, setting it on your bedside table while you tie up your hair, ready for the long night of deep sleep you can feel just beneath your eyelids.
Peter, on the other hand, has no idea how he will sleep as he looks at the message you just sent him. He has no qualms about running into Ned’s room with his phone screen illuminating his face. “Dude, she said yes! She said for me to tell her when I want to get lunch and it’s a date. She called it a date! What am I supposed to do now?”
Ned shrugs Peter’s hand off, “You tell her when, dude. And then, go on the date. But, tell her tomorrow. It’s late, she needs to sleep.” Peter begins to stutter out another worry, but Ned stops him, “And I need to sleep. Go to bed, Peter. Dream about her, I don’t know, but you gotta sleep.”
Peter wants nothing more than to ease some more of his doubts with Ned’s help, but he knows his friend is right and walks back into his room. As he lies, Peter remembers your voice and imagines you saying the text to him. ‘It’s a date.’ rings in his brain as he falls asleep.
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Wednesday honestly can not come fast enough for Peter. All of Tuesday has been antagonizingly slow, and Peter makes sure to keep his head down and try not to fantasize about you too much. His brain is hazy and his thoughts keep drifting to your smile and your voice. He wants desperately to text you and set up the date, but MJ told him to wait until the meeting so he could ask you out in person. “Y/N is the kind of girl to really appreciate when a guy can build his confidence to say what he has to say to her. No matter how dumb, you’ll at least get a yes out of respect. Or like, a really nice no.”
A no isn’t really what Peter is hoping for, nice or not, but MJ’s words are enough to convince him that having his phone on his person is not the smart choice. So as Peter prepares for bed, he leaves his phone in the living room, lest tiredness and desperation make him do something embarrassingly stupid. Just as sleep begins to overtake Peter, Ned gives three hard raps on his door. “Hey, so I know you were keeping your phone outside so you don’t text Y/N, but she just sent you a text, and I didn’t know-”
Ned stops talking when he hears a sharp thud. He can already see Peter landing face first on the hardwood floor, feet still entrapped in his comforter. “Dude, do you want me to just bring your phone inside?” Ned takes the muffled response to be a yes and just opens the door to be greeted by exactly what he pictured. Ned sits down on the bed as Peter begins to untangle himself. “At least you get beat up all the time, so it probably doesn’t hurt that bad.” Stopping his struggle, Peter levels Ned with a defensive stare, “I win most of my fights, actually.” Lifting a shoulder in response, Ned hums, “I guess, but you still get beat up before you get to win. Do you want me to tell you what it says?” Peter nods, resting for a moment.
Clicking the little button on the side of the device, Ned clears his throat, “She texted, ‘Hey Peter’ then she put an exclamation mark. Then she put, ‘I just wanted to remind you that we have a meeting tomorrow evening’, and after that, she put a smiley face emoji, like, the one with the eyes closed, but before that emoji, she put another emoji-” Untangling himself, Peter pulls the phone from Ned’s hands, “I’ll just read it. Can you give me some privacy, please?”
“But what if you need my help like last time?” Despite objecting, Ned stands and begins making his way to the door. Peter follows behind him, the phone clutched tightly to his chest, wrapped in the long sleeve of his old green sleep shirt. “I swear I’ll tell you what she says in the morning, but I really just want to answer her by myself.” Ned gives a short sigh, but nods, “You have to tell me what else she says in the morning. And I’m going right to sleep, so don’t come get me if you decide you need my help.” Peter thinks it over and pushes the door up, “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
As soon as the door is closed, Peter waits to hear Ned snoring before rushing to his bed and looking down at his phone. There’s a whole little paragraph there waiting for him from you.
Hey Peter! I just wanted to remind you that we have a meeting tomorrow evening 🤗😊. We are a... decent sized organization to say the least and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at any point. If you have any questions or anything rubs you the wrong way, please feel free to shoot me a text or catch up with me at the end of the meeting. We’re happy to have you and hope that you feel welcome ☺️!
Peter feels multiple things, but the first he grasps is anxiety. Will he feel uncomfortable? Should he go? Can he just not go and explain to you that he’s now realizing how stupid it is to sign up for a black cultural organization when he’s white as loose leaf paper? Oh shit, will that make you uncomfortable? Will that ruin any chance he has with you? Shit, why did he tell Ned to go to sleep? Well he knows that he can’t back out of the meeting now, especially not without making it seem like he’s uncomfortable because of your, because of being, well because of your, because you and he, when you were - Jesus Christ, he can’t even think it, so he knows it’ll never be something he can say or text.
Too nervous, and frankly, fingers too sweaty to be registered by his phone as fingers, Peter sets his phone down and tucks himself into his bed up to his chin, knowing that tomorrow, he has to carry the weight of whatever choice he makes, no matter how stupid it will make him feel.
Your eyes jump open when you hear the shout of frustration from above you. Smiling softly to yourself, you lift your hand to the women drying you, “Thank you very much, but I must attend to my husband. Can you hand me my robe please, Neti? Alna, my braids please.” As you slip the short robe over your naked body, you wait for Alna to secure the last band around your braids to keep the wet mass from hanging heavily down your back.
Whispering a soft thank you followed by gentle kisses to the cheek, you leave the women and make your way upstairs to your room. The sound of M’Baku stomping around is unmistakable, and rather loud. The two men stood outside of your room flood with visible relief when your head surpasses the stairs you’re climbing. “Leave me with him, you can take the evening to drink and be with family.” You tell the men, waiting for them to be out of sight before you open the doors to your room.
M’Baku has his back to you, his large shoulders heaving as he mutters curse words out to the mountains. “I take it the visits were not as cathartic as T’Challa promised.” You call out humorously, wondering when your Great Gorilla will learn that T’Challa will say what he must to get him to attend meetings and do rounds. “Do not like fun at me, woman.” M’Baku grunts, turning his head just slightly, but you see his body has relaxed.
“I’m not. It would have to be funny for me to poke fun.” You reply, closing the doors and chuckling. M’Baku huffs again, but faces you now, his face an almost childish depiction of disappointment. You can smell Wakanda on him. The fresh water, the cool soil, the heat of the beating sun, you can smell them all on your husband, but none of them wash out M’Baku’s own scent. The earthy richness embedded in his skin.
“Are you done?” Your husband asks, his bottom lip puckered ever so slightly. Not bothering to hold back your laugh anymore, you begin to make your way to M’Baku, the Great Gorilla meeting you halfway and leaning into your hug. As you rub your hand in soothing circles on his back, M’Baku sighs, holding you a little tighter. Immediately, you know what you have to do. Ceasing your rubbing, you gently push M’Baku away from you, “Sit down, my king, I will return shortly.”
M’Baku heeds you’re direction and rests on the edge of your bed, watching as you leave the room. Your braids leave a trail of water droplets as you disappear from his sight. The large sleeves of your robe flutter behind you as you make your way downstairs. The soft padding of your feet a stark contrast to the booming thuds M’Baku’s makes when he walks, but that’s how the two of you are. M’Baku is the strong water, crashing against the shore and able to sit calm and beautiful until provoked, and you are the air, crisp and fresh, light in your skin and enough of you always brings a beautiful serenity to those in your presence.
You find the men just where you thought you would, set beside the large fireplace, their colleagues with them as they tell the tales of what they had to endure doing rounds with M’Baku and T’Challa. Laughs bounce off of the walls until Alna spots you and clears her throat to silence Nuka, “Y/N.” She addresses you, bowing her head slightly, the others joining her. Huffing a laugh, you wave your hand dismissively, “Please, do not feel the need to stop on my account. Alna, I actually wanted to ask if you’d retrieve the singers for me and have them join me and my husband upstairs.” The young woman stands and bows her head again, “Of course, my lady. As you wish.” You begin up the stairs before stopping, “Don’t forget your retelling, Nuka, I would like to hear it when I have soothed M’Baku, as I am sure he will not be willing to tell me himself.” He agrees happily and continues his story.
Nuka’s voice disappears quickly as you find your room again. M’Baku is exactly as you left him, and still just as pouty and sullen. “Oh, my king, you need to relax. You do not have to tell me what happened, but I do see that it has made you tense and tight. Come now, let me help you get those hot furs off.” M’Baku walks over to you and stands still so you can begin undressing him. “My Jabari king, you had quite the last few days, haven’t you?” You ask softly as his cloak drops to the ground. The Great Gorilla just nods, his weariness slowly trying to take over him. “And I am sure T’Challa made it no easier on you.” You coo as you slip off his arm guards and push down his grass overlay. “Take off your shirt and go lie on your stomach, I will be right behind you.” M’Baku pulls his shirt off and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into a loving kiss, pouring in all of his appreciation and care before going to lie down.
You’re grabbing the bottle of pleasantly pungent oils from your small beauty table when the small group of singers appears in the doorway. Smiling a welcome at them, you wave the four entertainers into your room, “Close the door behind you, please. By the window is fine, you’ll get a nice draft, and I think the ambiance would be fitting.” You cross paths with the singers as you cross to your bed. Toeing aside M’Baku’s boots, you crawl up and straddle his lower back, pulling a groan from the mountain man. “A nice lulling assortment, please, much like what you’ll perform for my baths.” You command as you get comfortable, eyes on the broad back of your lover.
The singers waste no time, beginning quickly with a piece low and warm to the soul. “What exactly do you have planned for me?” M’Baku asks, turning his head as far to you as he can. “Some tension relief, now relax and let me do some work for you.” You answer, rubbing your oiled hands together as you lean down and press a kiss to M’Baku’s neck. As soon as your hands make contact with his back, M’Baku groans, deep and rumbling in his chest. You hum softly with the songs you know, rubbing any knots out of your husbands back as he releases a grunt here and there.
Running your hands over his back one more time and feeling any tensing released, you stand, “Turn on to your back, Baku, let me get the front now.” As M’Baku turns, his erection under his leather pelt does not go unnoticed, but you don’t acknowledge it, instead lowering yourself back down so your straddling M’Baku’s pelvis now. The Great Gorilla has his eyes closed as you run your hands over his neck, digging your fingertips in just hard enough to soothe his muscles. M’Baku doesn’t open his eyes, but rests his hands on your naked thighs, rubbing .
Your senses open more with each added source of contact, and a fire kicks up in your abdomen, begging you to supply release. But, this is your king’s time of relaxation, and out of respect for the hard time he has had, you shove down your desire and drag your fingertips down his chest. M’Baku growls under his breath, the rumble making your hands and other intricacies of your body tickle. Sure to control yourself, you push your hands gently just beneath his waistband and massage there, first pressing your thumbs, then running the tops of your nails over the skin until your hands emerge from under the material and up to his collarbone.
Having fallen victim to the ambiance yourself, you completely forget about the singers being present at all, until M’Baku’s hands still so they’re gripping you and he begins to rock you back and forth over his pulsing erection. A huff of amusement passes your lips when you find you’re being moved to the rhythm of the soft tune the singers are pouring their hearts into. You keep your cool and stay at a leisurely pace as you continue, but you could not be more relieved with M’Baku’s neediness and it’s, luckily, equal thirst to yours.
Rocking your hips, slow and strong, you bend and kiss M’Baku’s collarbone, flicking your tongue out to taste some of his scent, his journey, his exhaustion, best of all, his need. Your tongue makes a slow trail up to his ear, stopping just at the lobe so your lips can hang there, open, the warmth of your breath and physically hearing your desire making M’Baku shiver pleasantly. His hands move from your thighs to your ass and your teeth latch themselves to M’Baku’s ear.
The rock of your hips has almost become a bounce as you lift them to roll them on descent, enjoying the noises your Great Gorilla can not, and refuses to hold at bay. “Would you like more pleasure from your queen, M’Baku? Would you like for me to push your pelt down just enough? To take you inside of me and let my body give you the relief you deserve?” You whisper to M’Baku, planting a kiss at the end of each question and driving the Jabari king mad. “Would you like that of me, my love?” The sweet pet name paired with the foul acts you’re promising stir up a passion in M’Baku and he pulls you down onto him in a thrust, “Hanuman, yes. Do not tease me, woman.” M’Baku says, gravelly in hopes of pushing an ounce of dominance into the situation for the people watching, but both of you know that he has surrendered himself to you and doesn’t regret it one bit.
His response makes you smile and you squeeze your arm between your bodies to squeeze and pump his length through his layers. “Singers, you have done a lovely job, but lest you feel privy to watching me fuck the king, I would encourage you leave.” You give a choice, but your vulgarity makes it clear that it is not smiled upon for anyone to stay and see the work of the woman that can leave the great M’Baku shuddering beneath her with barely a touch. Once they have all cleared and the door to your room is closed again, you strip M’Baku completely. Standing at the edge of the bed, you look at the large man waiting for you, his legs spread slightly, his eyes fighting to stay open, even now, and his cock twitching on his stomach, hard and lonely. He’s beautiful and he is all yours.
You climb onto the bed and slowly run your hands over M’Baku’s legs as you travel up, touches electric. “Look at you, my king. Shuddering beneath my hands, barely able to keep your eyes open. Take hold of yourself and work while I please the rest of your body some more.” M’Baku wants to argue, you can see it when his eyes widen and he lifts his head, but any disappointments are thrown when your mouth latches to his pelvis and you begin to suck there, licking and nibbling, making the Great Gorilla huff and jerk under you. His large hand is wrapped around his cock and his hips are stuttering, but M’Baku dares not cum before he can feel himself wrapped in the warmth of you. Sweat is building on M’Baku’s skin and his legs are shifting, struggling to keep his seed inside.
“You have sat so serenely with your treatment, my king,” You praise M’Baku, straddling his pelvis again and rubbing your thumb over his lips. Unable to tear his eyes from yours, M’Baku sticks his tongue out and runs it over your thumb, wetting it before taking the entire digit in his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Pulling your thumb from his hot mouth, you bring it to your clit, opting to just push aside the flap of your robe instead of taking it off. M’Baku nearly drools as he watches you rub his saliva in firm circles over your clit as your hips push against your hand.
A drop of water falls from your braids and onto M’Baku’s leg, pulling his out of his daze and he stops his jerking, “Your king would like to fuck you now.” M’Baku says, sounding more like himself. Opening your eyes that had drifted closed on pleasure, you smile at your husband and remove your fingers from yourself, pushing his hand away from his own pleasure as well.
Eyes burning bright, you look M’Baku right in his eyes as you line him up with your entrance and start to sink. Living up to the stories whispered in circles of gossiping villagers, M’Baku is so thick you can barely fit him. His cock stretches you almost painfully. Knowing what he does to you, while also fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust into you as hard as he can, M’Baku grips your thighs with comforting strength. Smiling your gratitude to your king, you take a deep inhale of breath and thrust the rest of him in yourself, the loud moan leaving your mouth drowning out M’Baku’s curses.
You have to pause for a moment and let his length settle inside you before moving and causing any damage or unnecessary sensitivity to yourself. A handful of deep breaths later, your discomfort begins to subside and pleasure replaces it. “We have to find a way to shorten the time you need to take me in, my love.” M’Baku says, his eyes closed as he pulls you down for a sweet kiss. Laughing, you begin to lift yourself, “Or maybe we can find a way for you to save some of the growing until I have you all the way inside me.” M’Baku joins you in your laughter now, “Maybe we can reach a compromise. You can -” M’Baku’s loud groan cuts off his words as you sink back down, grinding on arrival.
By now, he is sweating freely and your thighs are aching from the grip he has on them to keep himself together. Up and down, you squeeze his cock inside you, relishing in the effort you see it takes for him to not cum in you immediately. The singers have long gone, but you find yourself moving to a rhythm, a song of sensuality and pleasure playing in your head as you bounce on M’Baku. Seeing the tensing of his jaw, you slow your bouncing just a bit, “Would you like to take control, my love?” You ask, swirling your hips. M’Baku shakes his head, not trusting himself to do anything, lest he spill his seed inside you without letting you get your orgasm from him first.
You already know what he’s playing at, so you still completely, “Do not think of me. This is time for you, but it will be for nothing if you are not relaxed. Are you relaxed?” M’Baku takes a deep breath and nods. You grab his tensed jaw and rub circles into it, “Do not lie to me, M’Baku. I do not appreciate it. You have tensed yourself to fight off your orgasm. Do you know what I want more than anything right now?” You ask him, riding him slow and placing barely there kisses to his neck and chest. “Right now, your queen would like nothing more than for you to release your seed into her, warm and rushing. Burst after burst until both you and the seed can no longer fit. All I want is for you to release yourself. I have gotten my pleasure, I want you to have yours. Can you do that for me, M’Baku?”
The Great Gorilla does not answer with words, instead jerking his hips into yours as his orgasm rolls over him like a wave crashing through a dam. And much like you predicted, he spills so much cum inside you that his softening cock is pushed out. M’Baku’s entire body deflates as his orgasm ends, and you place one last kiss to his lips before going to clean yourself off. You return with a warmed towel and wipe M’Baku down, wiping the sweat from his forehead, rubbing any tension from his chest, then you clear his semen from stomach and cock. After you dispose of the cloth, you lie beside M’Baku, letting him rest his head on your chest while you rub your fingers over the tight curls in his hair.
“Thank you, Y/N. You always know how to make me feel better.” M’Baku murmurs as he presses a kiss to your breast through the robe. “I like this, robe. I only have to move the sides away. Very convenient.” His quieting voice clues you in to M’Baku’s drifting, and sure enough, when you look down, his eyes are resting closed. You lie with him a few moments longer until you hear his heavy breaths become soft snores. Then you lift your tired king’s head from your chest and rest it on a plump pillow.
Removing your robe and setting it on the bed, you go to your chest and pull out a warm pair of pants and a soft tunic before letting your braids fall, most of their wetness gone. Leaving your room, you close the door behind you and listen to everyone preparing for dinner. Down the stairs, some of the men and women are still gathered near the fire, now with cups of wines and water. Upon seeing you, Neti jumps up and grabs you a cup as well. “Nuka, I would like to hear of your adventures, if you don’t mind.” You say to the man as you settle with your cup, M’Baku sleeping away the last of his stress upstairs.
Warnings: stubborn, paranoid Poe, maybe I curse..., I don’t even know y’all, not proofread (sorry)
Author’s Note: I can’t wait to get out the other pieces in this series. I already have the next few started and I might actually know how it’ll be ending for once? And! All chapter names are song lyrics! Honorable mentions in the series if you can guess which songs I reference in the titles!
Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs
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Chapter 1 - When I Doubt You
Nothing but sadness could touch the small group of Resistance fighters as they walked along. Leia was positive her heart was breaking in her chest. This planet was once beautiful, one of the most beautiful, even, expressive architecture filling the land. Where stone, metal, and glass once melded to create a scene of emotion now only rested ruins and debris, still floating so freely through the air that everyone had to wear goggles and cloths over their noses and mouths just to see and breath. This was why none of you reported anymore.
“We’ll split up and look for survivors. The First Order has already had their way with Herjal, but keep your guards up in case any were directed to stay behind.” Leia commanded, regretting her insistence to come along. She assumed there may have been some diplomatic dispute to settle, but she never would have anticipated having to comb through the ashes of a Rebel planet to salvage an entire peoples.
Poe approaches Leia and places his hand on her shoulder, “You know, General, we’ve got this covered. I’ll take the perimeter of the area and send Poe and Snap inside. We’ll meet you on the ship.” Leia doesn’t respond yet, eyes still roving over the mess. They had to have just missed the First Order. A few hours, maybe a day and a half, but they weren’t there long before. “Hey - there was nothing any of us could have done, and no one will think any less of you for not being able to do the search.” Finally able to look away, Leia looks Poe in the eye, and the despair he sees makes him glad he said anything in the first place. She’s lost enough, this didn’t need to be added to the list of heartbreaking things she had to endure. “I hope I can find a way to entertain myself for a few hours on that ship by myself.” Leia jokes, trying to take some of Poe’s worry away, the antic not working, but he doesn’t say anything about it, just nodding and watching her until the doors to the ship close behind her.
“Alright fellas, take inner, I’ll do a perimeter check, let’s find who we can.” Poe commands, pulling his blaster from its holster and taking off. He was glad he opted to leave BB-8 on the ship as he stepped around handfuls of disguised pits. Poe’s arms burned from lifting any beams and debris he could in search of people. After a few hours, he began to lose hope. He found plenty of parts of people and dead creatures, but no one he could take back to the base with him. Almost back around, Poe comes across one particularly heavy piece of debris, grunt of effort becoming a shout when he sees a foot quickly dart out of sight. He’s sure the lift almost kills him, but he uncovers you with a sigh. A large mass of dark braids sit in a rolled ball atop your head. Dirt covers your face and the large rust colored shirt you’re wearing obviously does not belong to you.
Poe reaches a hand down to you in the small pocket of earth. “Hi, I’m Poe. Dameron.” He says, squatting down when it becomes evident you feel no urge to take his hand. “I just wanna help. We have food on the ship, and you can take a shower and get clean clothes at the base.” Your eyes run over his clothes before you take his hand, making sure you see no evidence of the First Order in his appearance. Finding none, you lift your head high and take his hand, your circumstances doing nothing to the obvious grace you carried before.
“Thank you. I am Y/N.” You answer him once you are out of the small ditch and standing, for the first time in what feels like forever. “How do you feel, Y/N? Can you walk fine?” Taking a few test steps, you nod, “I can move well enough. I may be a little slow, and I may need your arm at some points, but I should be able to suffice.” You toss a smile his way here and Poe notices just how warm you are. Or how warm you can be. You’re covered in dirt and debris, but your smile proved that quickly, making up for what he couldn’t make out of your face.
The two of you begin your trek, slowly, and you look at Poe as you go. “You’re with the Resistance.” You ask him, trying to take your mind from the wobbling of your legs. Coming up on a particularly large piece of debris, Poe nods and offers you his hand, “Yeah. We’re looking for other survivors now.” Poe looks to you, his eyes strong and determined, “We’re gonna get all of you out.” You give him a polite smile and continue walking, legs a little more steady, “That’s very kind. I’m afraid there won’t be very many of us to get out. Unless you’ve stumbled upon more than me out here?” When Poe doesn’t answer, you know that he hasn’t.
Poe hates to think it, but you’re right. So far, you are the only survivor that he has come across, and that makes him a little suspicious. But, he won’t entertain any thoughts of the sort until he sees Finn and Snap. “Where exactly do your suspicions lie?” You ask, as you see a ship in the distance. Poe sets a curious look on you and you huff softly, “I have made a life reading men, and unfortunately for you, you are not very good at hiding your emotions. I had no hand in this, if that was the worry. I simply got a kind word from a kind man, and ran until I couldn’t.” Poe wants to scoff at this, a kind man, but then he remembers Finn, and that he wasn’t always a member of the Resistance. If his closest friend was once FN-2187, then maybe you encountered a similar man.
“Is that your ship?” Poe is pulled from his thoughts when you mention the ship. His heart sinks a little bit seeing that he made his way around and only found one person. Of course, he’s glad he could help you, but losing so many people, an entire planet full, his stomach lurched a bit. “Yeah, that’s us.” Picking up on his thick, palpable hurt, you look to Poe, “Are there any other survivors on there?” The pilot releases a heavy sigh, “I’m sure we found some others.”
The ship looks rather dated, and smells a little like stale air, but it’s a promise for a live you’d given up on after the attack. You got so close to escaping, that the darkness that engulfed you as you ran from the chaos hurt more than the blaster to the brain would ever have. But this ship, as... cozy as it was, and it’s crew meant life for you, and that was enough to make it the most beautiful ship you’d ever seen.
“I’ll grab you a ration, here, sit down and I’ll be right back.” Poe leads you to a bench and you do as you’re told, eyes searching his face with a look he doesn’t understand. As he walks off, you imagine how differently a visit from a few covert Resistance fighters would have gone before the attack. Imagine them walking into your home, holding your hands and shooting cautious smiles your way.
Poe’s return startles you out of the comforting thought, and his wide smile piques your curiosity. “The others just got back, there were more survivors!” He cheers, setting the rations in front of you before jogging off to help Snap and Finn.
There are 14 survivors. From an entire planet, only 14 lived. Leia quickly got her thoughts in check, it could have just as easily been no survivors. Sending Finn to sit with all of you, Leia talks with Poe and Snap. “Those rations definitely won’t fill them, but it will take the edge off. When we get back to base, Snap, I want you to prepare 7 rooms, two to each, just on the south side of the base until we can look at them and make sure they’re okay to go to regular rooms. Poe, you’re gonna help me explain what we’re gonna do and get them fed.” Leia looks over her shoulder solemnly, as though you’ll all be standing there to meet her eye contact, “They’ve all been through a lot. Hopefully we can do enough to make them feel at home.”
“When are we going to do personal examinations?” Poe asks, his eyes on the ground before he can look up at Leia. “Medical examinations, we can do those immediately, but do we want to make them feel at home before knowing who they are?” Leia tilts her head with a small smile, “Do you mean all of them, or just the girl you found?” Poe stands to his full height now, pushing off of the back of Snap’s chair that he was previously leaning on, “I want them all to be helped, but I just think we should make sure we aren’t harboring any First Order supporters or allies. It just feels a little odd to me that she was the only person so far out who survived, especially with how much damage was on the perimeter.”
Seeing his friend flounder as far as Leia is concerned, Snap looks over his shoulder, careful to put his attention back out the window, “And we can see if we have any engineers or medics. Some of our survivors may be able to help us.” Hearing how he may sound, Poe nods, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure she’s harmless -”
“I’m sure they’re all harmless.” Leia cuts him off, giving him a look to match her exasperation. “I trust your intuition, Commander Dameron, and we will be sure to keep a close eye on all of our new companions. But, even if she was a member of the First Order, what can one of them do among all of us? Don’t forget how formidable we are, Commander. Now, go get ready, I don’t want to hear any more of this kind of talk.”
Poe listens, even though he does so a bit reluctantly. The Resistance is a powerful troupe, and the force would be with them all. Even any possibly traitorous women.
This is a masterlist for all of my stories in which the reader is described specifically as a black female. They will all be tagged bgis and are also on the full masterlist. Requests are open!
Love In A Coffee Shop -- Steve Rogers
Ballet Moves -- Bucky Barnes
Let's Hear It For The Boy series -- 1940s!Bucky Barnes
Author's Note: I love Sammy and his extreme boyishness in the beginning of the show, and absolutely had to write him in that fashion. I hope you enjoy :)
@thotyana-in-this-hoe
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Walking into the department store, you release Sam's hand, "Okay. We have forty-five minutes. Whatever we get is what will be furnishing our apartment, and we are getting each other a housewarming gift, don't forget that. Ready?" Sam pulls you to him quickly, delivering a hard kiss before nodding, "Ready."
Setting your watch, you begin running before telling Sam it's time to start. You hear Sam laughing before you round the first corner and grab up the bed in a bag you know he will forget. Tossing the large bag into the back of your cart, you begin to grab up some more things to give yours and Sam's new apartment the tastefully lovable touch of a black woman.
Grabbing up a lamp and a few small potted plants, you decide to rush over to the men's clothes for a pajama set for Sam. His housewarming gift is going to be all things to pamper and treat himself with. You don't know too much about Sam's childhood, but you do know that there was a lot of traveling, a lot of tension, and not a lot of pampering.
As you're moving towards the shampoo, you just happen to look up from your watch and spot Sam running across the store with two 99 cent reusable bags in his hands and his head down to check his own watch. Chuckling to yourself you grab up the men's Slick n' Shiny shampoo you came for and go back to the furniture for some couch pillows and a desk you can assemble at home for studying.
Sam finishes his shopping in twenty minutes, his two cloth bags filled to capacity. He can't help his impatience as he waits by the customer service desk for you. Sam desperately wants to give you his gift and decorate your apartment together. Sighing, Sam pulls his phone from his pocket and calls you, "Hey!" He says as soon as you answer, "So, I know we said forty-five minutes, but I'm already done and really wanna see you now." Sam pouts into the phone, hoping his puppy dog demeanor can reel you in.
It doesn't.
Scoffing, you shake your head, though Sam has no way of knowing that, "Sammy, babe, we settled on forty-five. It's not my fault that you moved quickly and decided to leave yourself with twenty minutes left to wait in boredom. So, stop pouting and wait for me patiently."
You hang up before you can hear Sam groan, but you figure he does as much. Looking for ways to occupy his time after five minutes of small talk with the guy behind the counter, Sam sighs heavily, and points at the phone, "That go over the whole store?" The guy nods, waiting for Sam to ask what he knows he's going to.
Sam can see the anticipation of his question on the guys face and balls his own in apology, "Do you think you could page her for me?" When the guy nods with a bored sigh, Sam beams, "Great! I'll uh, I'll just write out what I want you to say, okay?" He says, taking a pen and a holding his hand out for a piece of paper.
You're pulling three different kinds of candles from the shelf when the p.a. goes off, a bored and monotone voice sounding throughout the store. "We need a missing girlfriend to come to the customer service desk. She has been described as having hair in tight coils, lips that could kill a man, and an - I can't say that word, this is a family store... Okay. And a tush that doesn't quit."
Shaking your head with a chuckle, you give a silent apology to the poor woman being paged. At least, it's funny until he continues, "She may answer to 'Boo Bear' or 'Sweet Baby'." That, is when you realize that the poor woman is in fact you.
Heaving a sigh of embarrassment, you push your cart up to the front of the store. As soon as Sam spots you in line, he smiles widely, "There's my boo bear." Sam approaches you to give you a kiss, but before he can get close enough, you point a finger at him, "Nuh uh. You can take your cute little messages, and wait for me in the car."
Sam knows you're upset, more embarrassed than anything, so with a chuckle, he rushes over and kisses your cheek before making his way outside. Everyone near the front of the store takes turns peeking from you to their carts or companions.
Part of you thinks that you should take longer and make him wait for you to finish, but the embarrassed part of you wants you to rush outside and scold Sam while withholding his housewarming present. The woman at the counter encourages the latter when she gives you a smile of conspiring, "That was so cute! Y'know, he stood there forever choosing which of your nicknames he'd use. Fair warning, I definitely put my thoughts out for boo bear."
She chuckles again, but you're too embarrassed to fake giggle with her. Grabbing up your bags, you wish her a good day and speed out of the store before anyone else can mention just how cute you and Sam are. With only five steps left before you're free, the jerk at the customer service desk pokes his head over the counter, "Have a nice night, sweet baby."
You can't help but to groan as you rush to your car. The only thing stopping you from going back there and flipping him off is the abundance of children that were in line. Sam's stuff all fit in the back seat, fortunately for him, so yours all goes in the trunk with you grumbling all the while.
When you finally slide into the driver's seat, Sam is smirking the way he does whenever he's completed a prank he's proud of. While proud, though, Sam isn't stupid, so he keeps quiet until you pull into the parking lot of your apartment and turn as best as you can towards him, "Why in the world did you do that? You embarrassed the hell out of me, Sam!"
Now Sam turns that boyish look of his towards you, "Embarrassed you? Who, me?" You don't want to smile at him, but you can't help it, he's so cute. "I should keep your gift to myself." Sam gives a small wrinkle of his nose at this, "You should, but you won't." When you shake your head, Sam knows he's forgiven and leans across the console towards you, "Come here, sweet baby." He says smoothly. Any other time, Sam muttering those words would leave you melting, but instead, you lean back in your seat, "Just so you know, that guy you told all of my nicknames to called me sweet baby on my way out of the store, so I hope you're ready to hear that every visit, cause you can trust I won't say anything now."
Laughing, Sam grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.
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All of your decorations are up and Sam huffs a laugh when he stands beside you and sees how much more than him you got, "I really like the gentle men's touch added." He says regarding his coasters, rustic coat hanger, and picture frame that holds a picture of the two from the day you met at Rajah's reception, the two of you are laughing and leaning against each other.
Rubbing Sam's back softly, you pass behind him to grab his present. Sam is happy when he sees you carrying a duffel bag with the tags still on it - he's big on duffel bags and the straps on his favorite one have both officially fallen off - and when he notices how the duffel bag isn't empty, the grin becomes a teasing smile, "Thank you so much for getting me just a duffel bag with our one gift limit we gave ourselves."
You know he's teasing, he's always teasing, so with a roll of your eyes, you drop the bag by the couch and wave him over, "I don't have all day, Winchester, get over here and sit down." As Sam pulls his gifts from the duffel, his smile gets more and more genuine. After Sam pulls out your final gift for him, a leather planner - he always talks about his dad's old worn journal, and you wanted to give him one of his own - he stands and wraps you in a tight hug, "Here, I put yours in our room."
Lo and behold, on your pillow is the lovely silk hair scarf you always mention needing along with various lotions and your favorite body wash. "I can't believe you fixed your lips to say something about me getting you more than one gift, Sam Winchester." You scold with a reluctant smile. Giving Sam a quick kiss, you go over to your goodies and smell them all.
"Where did you find my scarf? I haven't been able to find any good ones at that store." You ask Sam as you pick it up and fold it properly to put it on. Sam steps behind you and begins tying the scarf for you, remembering the way that you told him fit your current hairstyle best. While you can't see his boyish smile, you can tell he's wearing it by the tone of his voice, "While you were out last night, I ran across town to that store you like and grabbed it before you got back." As Sam finishes speaking, he also finishes the knot he's working on.
Turning to face Sam, you smile widely, "You extra cheated, Sam Winchester." He doesn't even trying to deny it, giving a shrug in response, "You're worth it."
Pairing: Harry Styles x black!fem!Reader (ish), Calum Hood x black!fem!Reader
Warnings: none, I believe
Author’s Note: This is whole heartedly based off of the classic hit, Jessie’s Girl as me and my friends haven’t stopped listening to it for the past few weeks, it has been pushing this idea into my brain, especially knowing Jessie and his girl were both very real people. Anyway, before I ramble off that trivia, I hope you enjoy :)
Tag(s): @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs
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Harry hums along to the radio as he drives down the street. He’s had some downtime recently, and has been using a lot of it to come into himself as both an artist and a man. Harry won’t let any of his fans on, but, he’s actually working on an album for himself. Something that is Harry Styles the artist, and not Harry Styles from One Direction.
A ping from Harry’s cell phone cuts off his humming. Everything in Harry wishes to just lift his phone and take a peek, but he knows that prying eyes are always watching to make him a bad guy, so he pulls into the nearest lot and parks before lifting his cell phone from the passenger seat.
On the screen is a picture of Calum with his eyes crossed and his lips curled in on themselves as tightly as they can manage. Since the hiatuses of both of the boys’s bands came out, the two have become quite close. "'Ello." Harry answers calmly as he rolls down his window to let the breeze push his short hair around softly.
Calum is giggling before he speaks, and even a little as he answers, "Harry! Mate, can you please do me a solid? I'll owe you one." Harry huffs and twirls the ring on his pointer finger as he talks, "More like you’ll owe me eight.” Harry loves Calum, they’re great friends, but lord, the bloke is always wanting to cash in friend-favors.
On the other end of the call, Calum winces playfully, “No, I’ll owe you seven, this favor is for Y/N.” This really grabs Harry’s attention. He has heard plenty about you, but never has he gotten to meet you, he’s almost convinced that you’re a figment of Cal’s imagination, his perfect woman always just out of sight. “Ah, the woman, the myth, the legend. What does she need from me?” With his phone now hoisted carefully between his ear and his shoulder, Harry makes his way back onto the road. The wind becomes a warm breeze as he picks up speed.
“Okay, well, the solid is for me a little too, but Y/N has a booth in that festival going on across town, and we need some help hoisting her stuff in and setting up. We shouldn’t be leaving with much, though, so you can leave after that, honest.”
Harry pulls into the nearest driveway and uses it to turn around, “She got into the art festival? Tell her I said congratulations.” Before Calum can answer, you yell, “Thank you Harry.” Figuring Calum has him on speaker phone, Harry responds to you, “No problem, Y/N, I’m happy to be helping. Are you at Cal’s place.” Now Calum re-enters the conversation, “Correction, Cal and Y/N’s place. We’re here now. You can pop right in, the door is unlocked because Y/N is bringing some of her stuff inside.”
“Calum took me to grab some of my stuff so he could just watch me struggle.” You say, grunting a bit. Calum winces softly before Harry hears the wet sound of a kiss, “Hey, thanks again, mate. I’m gonna help Y/N bring her stuff in before she bites my head off.” The line goes dead and Harry shakes his head, setting the phone in the empty passenger seat beside him.
The drive is peaceful and warm. Harry”s soul is aesthetically pleased as he drives past trees with their leaves blowing softly in the breeze, matching the swaying rhythm of his hair. Pulling in front of the curb, Harry squints, just as Calum said, the door is sitting wide open.
Getting out of his car, Harry runs a hand through his hair. Calum steps out of the front door without a shirt on, smiling widely as soon as he spots Harry. “Hey! You made it! I was starting to think you got lost.” Harry chuckles and walks into the hug Calum has waiting for him, “Very funny. Everyone doesn’t drive as fast as they can.”
“Maybe they should. Can you help me bring these last few boxes out? We should be good then. You can drive over with us, but you’ll be there the whole show.” Harry is all ready to say he’ll take his own car and help where needed, but then the door opens again and you’re walking out. Brown skin, hair in a slicked puff on top of your head, and a pair of short shorts accompanied by a flannel shirt, you are enough to literally stop Harry in his tracks. For a moment, he can’t quite remember what exactly it is that he’s doing or even where he’s at.
He’s pulled from his trance when Calum claps a hand on his shoulder, “Finally, Y/N, meet Harry, Harry, this is the lovely Y/N.” You set down the box in your arms and throw your arms around Harry, “It’s so good to meet you! I’ve heard plenty good things from Calum.” Harry holds you in the hug for a little bit too long, but you shake it off as him daydreaming. “Thank you. I have heard a lot about you as well.” Harry says, still holding you.
“You are beautiful.” Harry says as he pulls away from the hug, the awe in his voice apparent. You and Calum both chuckle a bit, Calum grabbing you and giving you a quick kiss, “I told you. Don’t take what I say lightly, mate.” He says, jarring Harry once again. “Thank you, Harry. And you are quite handsome. I always consider myself lucky that Calum has such cute friends.”
Harry feels a little green monster claw at his stomach when Calum grips at your butt and bites your neck playfully. Laughing, you shoo him away and grab up your box, “Stop playing, Calum! We don’t have all day! Thank you though, Harry, it is all helped by the melanin. I have all of my boxes ready by the door, whenever Calum is ready to work.” Harry stops you in your tracks and grabs the box, “I’ll get him right on it, love. You just wait in the car, we’ll be right there.” He says, deciding yes, yes he will definitely ride with you and Calum, even if it means he has to stay at the festival all damn day.
Author's Note: I really enjoyed writing this piece! I hope you like it as well :)
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Pre
M'Baku's lips twitch at the corner as he watches you dance playfully with the children visiting you with Nakia. "Y/N, I need to get these little ones back home. They love visiting though, we will be back soon." Nakia glances over your shoulder to your husband's hungry eyes, "Besides, I think your gorilla wants you to himself."
Wrapping your friend in a hug, you laugh, "My gorilla always wants me to himself. Jabari men believe any time is the time. Tell T'Challa I say hello." Giving a final kiss to your cheek, Nakia ushers the kids out of the throne room and back to their homes.
Once you can't hear the giggling of kids anymore, M'Baku speaks, "Come here." He says strongly. M'Baku is sitting in his throne with his legs spread widely and his arms lying on their respective rests, a position he takes often.
Smiling widely, you run to M'Baku and jump onto his lap. Pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, you send your husband a teasing smile, "I like when you give orders." You tell him as you wind your arms around his neck and scratch gently at his nape. Placing a slather of kisses to your neck, M'Baku smiles, "I like when you listen." He says, though the hardness poking at your thigh informed you of this already.
"You know what I think?" You say to M'Baku, situating your legs so you are no longer kneeling on his lap, but properly straddling it. M'Baku nuzzles his nose with yours, "My queen, ask for it and it shall be yours." Chuckling, you roll your hips and press a kiss just beneath M'Baku's earlobe, "My king, I think we need some alone time."
Breathing heavy, M'Baku grips your hips tightly and clears his throat, "Guards, leave me and my wife alone." As soon as the door closes, M'Baku pulls both of your bottoms down and makes good use of your alone time, thrusting slow and hard while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
First Trimester
The lulling sound of your soft voice echoes through the dining hall as you clear the table.
M'Baku had a meeting with T'Challa so you gathered all of your favorite ladies and had a lunch at which they all cooed at your belly and had multiple questions about whether the Great Gorilla was worthy of his name in every sense. It was all a great deal of fun until they fought you on wanting to clear the table yourself. The matter wasn't settled until you playfully threatened to keep any of them from seeing the twins when they're born.
You're about to make your way to the kitchen with the plates when two large arms encircle your form and take them from you, "You should be resting." M'Baku says firmly as he kisses the top of your head.
Smiling fondly, you take the plates back, "I am pregnant, M'Baku, not ill. I can take a few dishes to the kitchen." Nuzzling his nose into your neck and planting a kiss there, M'Baku grumbles, "And you will not get ill on my watch, my queen. You are already sick in the mornings, the afternoon is pampering time. Sit, relax, and watch your king work."
With a laugh, you let M'Baku take the plates and sit down in an empty chair, admittedly, quite tired. Legs outstretched and right arm supporting your head, you watch as M'Baku shuffles about to return your dining room to its former glory. "Come here." You command, feeling especially in love with your mostly gentle giant.
M'Baku stops what he is doing and looks to you. Calmly, your husband makes his way to you and you can't help but to admire him. Once M'Baku reaches you, he kneels between your legs, placing one kiss to your stomach and another on your collarbone, your husband traces the skin there with his lips, "I like it when you give orders." He mumbles against your skin.
Humming softly, you run your fingernails over his head gingerly, "I like it when you listen." Taking this as a cue, M'Baku places another kiss to your neck and begins trailing kisses to your mouth. While his mouth is working, his hands are on your knees and spreading them as wide as they will go comfortably.
"You know what I think?" The Great Gorilla queries, nibbling at your jaw. You release a noise between a sigh and a whine, "I am tired, my king." M'Baku groans, but pulls his inching hand from between your legs all the same, "Then let me do the work."
Pulling him from your neck, you look M'Baku in the face, "I am also pregnant from the last time we had an escapade similar to this one." Your husband smiles pridefully, "Yes. And I promise not to hurt those babies. Besides, T'Challa told me that sex helps with headaches."
You can't contain your scoff at this, "M'Baku, I do not have a headache." This prompts M'Baku into giving you a teasing smile, "And when I'm done, you won't be getting one." Laughing, you push M'Baku back so you can stand, "After a nap, my king, ask for it and it shall be yours."
Grumbling, M'Baku sweeps you up bridal style and begins making his way to your bedroom, "Then, my queen, we will have our alone time."
Second Trimester
A soft moan passes through your mouth as you take your first step into the hot spring. M'Baku laughs as he waits for you, arms outstretched for you, "Love, you would be surprised how good it feels when you are all the way in." Chuckling, you continue to walk into the spring, "Believe it or not, Chief M'Baku, I like to savor more things than just you."
Once you're fully submerged in the water, you begin swimming around, enjoying the warm water as it caresses your skin and smooths over the large bump of your belly. After a few minutes of you swimming and splashing around, M'Baku takes a hold of your bare waist, "Come here." He says as he rubs stories of his love for you on your waist with his fingers.
Chuckling at the phrase, a favorite of the Great Gorilla's, you place your hands over his, "I don't know if I've told you yet, but I love when you give orders." M'Baku giggles softly before pressing a kiss to your left breast, "Oh, you love it?" He says as his hands stray down your skin until they reach your calves.
"Well," M'Baku starts as he massages your calf, "I love it when you listen." Groaning in satisfaction at the massage, you wave your arms and let the waves massage the top of your body, "You know, I talked with Shuri about the rapid increase in weight and the quick stop for the morning sickness and she said it is all perfectly normal. And she was right about the spring. And the massage."
Your husband snorts, "You seem to be forgetting your lines, my love. And as far as Shuri is concerned, I could have told you all of this myself. I do not want your safety in her hands. She is not old enough to know that kind of responsibility."
A teasing response at M'Baku's constant wariness of Shuri is on the tip of your tongue, but a surprised groan forces its way out instead. M'Baku is quick, pulling you flush against him and running his hand over your back for injury, "Y/N! Speak to me. What is wrong? What is wrong?" Before he can reach between your legs to check for blood, you chuckle, "The babies are kicking again. They will be strong." You reassure M'Baku.
Pressing his forehead to yours, M'Baku sighs heavily, "Strong, and already as much trouble as you are. Relax, my beautiful wife, I will soothe our children." Saying this, M'Baku begins pressing small kisses across your belly, sure enough, putting a stop to the strong kicks.
Third Trimester
Waiting seems like torture to M'Baku as he sits outside of your room. He can hear you screaming and panting, and it's killing him.
Not able to take it anymore, the Jabari chief decides to take action himself. Moving quickly, M'Baku tries to sneak inside, but as soon as the door is open, one of the elder women stops him, "Now you know you are not to be inside yet. We will get you when it is time."
The usual respect M'Baku has for the elder Jabari people is tossed to hell when he hears you let out another crying groan. "As chief of the Jabari people, you included, I demand -"
"Is that my husband? I want my husband." You whine, making M'Baku push past the old woman and rush to your side. "Hey love, are you okay? Are they hurting you? I'm here. I am here."
Just his voice makes you feel better. Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand, "I don't think you'll be getting little princesses you wanted." You seem to be in so much distress, M'Baku feels helpless not being able to bring you comfort or relief.
"What can I do?" He asks the woman sitting between your legs awaiting the very close crowning of your first child. "Hold her hand, talk go her, do whatever you can to soothe her." Shaking off his distress to help you, M'Baku holds your hand and uses the other to rub at your temple and forehead in a massaging manner, "That is okay. I do not care whether we have princesses or princes, as long as all of you come out safe. Now, I need you to breathe and push for me."
The sound of a babie's cry has never brought you so much joy. Tears of relief and exhaustion fall down your face as your boys are placed in your arms. M'Baku watches on pridefully, "Say hello to your children, Chief M'Baku: Langa and Cebo." Kissing you sweetly, M'Baku takes his boys in his arms, "Langa and Cebo. You will both be kings, my boys."
Post
It's all fun and games while you're cooking until Cebo runs past you and almost makes you drop the pot of boiling water in your hands, "If I have to tell either of you to stop running one more time, you won't set foot out of your rooms ever again. I will not hesitate to tell Nakia to stay home."
You don't notice that M'Baku is in the doorway until he laughs harshly, "Too late, Nakia and T'Challa are downstairs and we already have dinner made for two. Boys, go and get your things."
Nakia squeezes you tightly, "Thank you for letting us keep them. I thought you'd never get your stubborn Great Gorilla to agree." She says, eyeing your husband playfully. M'Baku scoffs, "I think I remember now the appeal in ignoring our neighbours."
Nudging M'Baku, you call down your boys, their approach sounding like a storm coming, "Love you, Mama!" The boys say as they barrel into you for their hugs. Sure, they think the world of their Baba, but in a photo finish, they definitely qualify as mama's boys. "And I love you, my little kings." You say, giving them a kiss to the cheek each, "Langa, do not run off, Cebo, if you break anything, you will feel my wrath when you get home. Now give your Baba a kiss goodbye and listen to T'Challa and Nakia."
After dinner that evening, M'Baku sprawls out on your bed, his eyes watching you discard your bath towel and put on the thin sleeping gown Nakia got you after the boys were born. The stretch marks across your stomach, thighs, and ass are enticing to your husband. The light streaks across your brown skin look like the effect of a paintbrush gone rogue. You're just beginning to tie your braids up when M'Baku grunts, "Come here." He says deeply, enjoying when you discard your scarf for him instead.
"Giving orders again?" You ask slyly as you sit so you're straddling him, deja vu hitting you hard. M'Baku grips your ass in both of his hands, moving you in slow circles, "I know how much you love it when I give orders." Laughing, you rest your nose against M'Baku's, "What do you say? Are you ready to try for that princess of yours, Great Gorilla?"
