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A Job Offer

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Smut

Words: 5.2k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, NSFW, smut, cursing, fingering, oral, overstimulation, strap on use (JJ!recieiving)

Summary: Despite you and JJ not being a couple, you do share nights together, nights that are not so innocent. However, when a job offer comes your way, you have to decide whether it'd be better to stay at the BAU or accept your new position, and like it or not, JJ has a part to play in this choice.

A/n: Hi, the kids don’t exist in this timeline. Also the timeline doesn’t timeline cause JJ ain’t really liaison, but I care not. Also, leaving it on a sorta cliffhanger without a part 2 cause I’m mean xoxo

"I'm going to cum!" JJ screamed up to the ceiling, her hips moving erratically to and from the mattress, "Fuck baby, so good."

You were fucking her just how she liked it, dirty, rough and hard, pounding the strap in and out of her so fast it became a blur of skin slapping against skin, the dildo only appearing in rapid intervals. JJ's hands were encouraging your every thrust, her nails etching their distinct curved signature into the supple skin of your ass.

"Do it," you encouraged, soaking up every desperate moan. With a slip of your hand between your bodies, you rubbed the older woman's clit, gently enough so that the sensitivity gained from the last hour of fucking was not piqued but hard enough so that the pressure would give her the needed edge over her impending orgasm, "Cum for me JJ."

"Yes!" She cried out, her release simultaneously sparking life into every cell in her body and freezing it in its tracks. Her hands stayed stagnant but firm, keeping you fully sheathed inside her as her body shuddered and her hips ground in circles, lengthening her orgasm to its full extent.

Slowly, a steady breathing pattern was adopted between the two of you. The hands holding you close slackened, allowing you room to pull out and fall back onto the mattress with a content sigh falling from your lips. The moment was only made better when soft blonde locks tickled your chest, and you glanced down to see JJ's head settling on your shoulder. Metal clacked quietly - fingers expertly unbuckling the harness from your hips, allowing you to shuffle it off and place it aside.

A comfortable silence soon fell over your bedroom, warm and lulling. Your fingers traipsed mindlessly up and down JJ's spine whilst she wrapped an arm around your waist, nestled closer into your neck, and planted light kisses over the salty skin. It was easy in times like these to lose yourself, forget the daily struggles that fed your sullen mind, and imagine that life could always be filled with the contentedness you were given a brief taste of. A daydream come true, but the reality was much crueler.

"I've got to go," JJ sighed after a minute or two, showing no intent or want of moving, "Will's back in an hour."

"A few more minutes," you grumbled, running a hand through her hair and pulling her body in a little closer.

No argument was made, and JJ wholeheartedly accepted her fate, shuffling her body half atop yours and moving her kisses higher to the fine line of your jaw. The finite moment lingered with sweet kisses and caresses shared, and soon, you succumbed to sleep. It's a simple but treasured thing, sleeping next to the person you've found yourself undeniably falling for. It's seeing another side of them and letting them see a secret side of you when you have no control over how you look - peaceful or softly snoring from the exhaustion of a long work day, as JJ often did.

The cold woke you, alongside the quiet shuffling from the far side of the room. It was never a fond sight to sit up, rubbing well-earned sleep from your eyes, and see JJ dressing herself, going over what excuse she'd come up with to tell her fiance.

"Shit," she groaned, walking over to the bed and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," you smiled, "What time is it?"

"Almost eight. We slept for about an hour," JJ rushed to say, double-checking her phone before tossing it into her bag, "I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow."

You tried your best to give her a convincing smile and a cordial nod, though you knew it was anything but. She was trying to hide the obvious stress running through her system from sleeping in too long and, most likely, being late back home. So you - as always - found yourself empathising.

"Drive safe," you said, your false smile still intact.

It wasn't hard to fall back asleep once you heard the front door to your apartment close. You'd become accustomed to warding off unpleasant thoughts after encounters and partings with JJ. The two options were either to feed them and entrap yourself into believing a false reality or to acknowledge that life just isn't pretty or straightforward, it's a brutal battlefield, and the only way to survive is to face the truth of a shitty situation. That acceptance kept you strong and tactile in how you responded to the predicament you'd found yourself in. So, sleep came easy, knowing you'd already surmounted the horrors that fought to keep you awake.

The following morning was, as it turned out, not so ordinary. The routine check of your emails had you up on your feet and pacing, overcome with utter bewilderment. A job offer to run the Washington FBI office for counterterrorism had landed in your lap a while ago, and you'd taken a gander in submitting your name into the mix. In honesty, it was a drunken gander, and you had never expected to be considered, let alone chosen. But life had a funny way of surprising you then.

Though the start of the day was somewhat unexpected, you treated it as any other, getting breakfast, driving to work, and sitting down at your desk to sift through mountains of paperwork. You'd worked in the BAU for a while, and it only dawned on you with thoughts of leaving that the work grew to be tiresome, cases were exhausting, each taking its toll on your psyche. Yet the gratification of putting shitty ass people behind bars just couldn't be matched. Plus, you adored the team. They were your family; you settled down in Virginia, and, well, there was JJ. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons, but you hadn't had time to do more research, so assuming that staying at the BAU was the better option wasn't exactly foolproof.

"You're moving to Washington?!" A high-pitched squeal came from behind you, and you felt everyone turn to look at you as Garcia stormed towards your desk.

Soaring from your chair, you yanked the blonde by her arm and pulled her into the hallway, ignoring the curious looks from the rest of the team.

"First of all, stalking me… Not cool," you bitterly whispered before taking a deep breath and quelling your tone. In times like these, it was hard not to find the technical analyst's snooping infuriating, but at the end of the day, the truth was her checkups came from a place of worry, "Second, I haven't decided yet."

A flash of hurt crossed her features, "So you are considering it?"

There was no use playing coy, "Yes. It's a good job, Garcia and I'd be stupid not to."

"I just," she said, briefly pausing and giving you a watery smile, "I know. I'm happy for you. I just don't want to see you go."

It was safe to assume every little outburst this woman had was down to her rampant emotions and her fundamental problem with change. That's why it was hard to stay mad at her. She honestly didn't want to see you go and was most likely beating herself up for feeling so conflicted. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't known what that felt like.

"Come here," you open your arms to her, and she gladly accepts the gesture by falling into them, "I promise I'll tell you what I decide. Plus, I'd never let you miss the opportunity to throw me a killer goodbye party."

"You better not," she grumbled, pulling back to fix her hair, "We've got a case, by the way. Hotch is waiting in the briefing room."

"Well, rally the troops, and I'll see you there."

The briefing went as briefings do: information was handed out, and vivid imagery was shared and imprinted into your head forever. However, the presence of JJ next to you did help. She had a calming aura, and all you'd have to do when you felt as though the world was a shitty place - which it very much is - was turn to her and admire how her smile could be so warm, how her fleeting reassuring touches would pacify your sunken mood and how throughout her whole time at the BAU she'd remained so strong and still so loving, and you'd feel fine.

"You okay?" JJ asked as you walked to the car, "I heard Garcia this morning, and you seemed off during the briefing."

"I'm all good," you lied, giving her a smile when she opened the passenger door for you, "I have a lot on my mind, that's all." Not a lie.

She appeared sceptical, her eyes zoning in on you and creasing every so slightly at the sides. But she must have pushed it aside whilst closing the door and making her way around the car because the next thing she said was, "Well, I'd be happy to take your mind off it later."

You chuckled at that. It was no secret that JJ had a high libido, and hell, if you didn't love it, particularly in times when she'd ravish you all night and would still have the energy to go again the following morning. It made you feel the most wanted you'd ever felt during the entire duration of your hapless life. The passion bred in nights spent together was mind-numbing. It felt like you found your escape with each other - away from the team, your home lives and the constant strain of cases. Somehow, even the mention of your nights together, previous or upcoming, had a way of putting your mind at rest and eliciting a beaming smile to grace your lips.

"You know I'd never say no," you said, smirking, admiring how JJ mirrored your facial expression as she started the car and headed to the airstrip.

It was the truth; you'd never found a good enough reason to decline her offers, and the likelihood was you wouldn't. She had a way of twisting you around her fingers and never letting you forget it. Lunches, catch-ups, and, even once, a weekend trip away had been cancelled, and to think all it took was one phone and a particular husky voice at the other end of the line requesting your company.

So, true to word, after a long day, you snuck into JJ's hotel room and found a pleasant surprise. She lay sprawled out on the bed, stark naked, a tantalising smirk adorning her lips. One index stretched out then curled in a come hither motion, and you practically leapt.

"Someone's eager," JJ chuckled, cutting herself with a moan as your lips descended to her neck.

"Can you blame me?" You said, words slightly muffled, with you nipping and sucking at JJ's throat.

"Mmmm, I'm not complaining," she hums as she tilts her head back and grabs the neckline of your t-shirt, "Though I will complain about you still wearing clothes," she moved her hand down to the lining of your shirt and tugged, "Off."

Sitting up, you rid yourself of your shirt and bra, much to JJ's delight. No matter how many times she's seen you naked, she still looks at you like it's the very first time, and that in itself gets you wetter than the thought of all your exes combined.

By the time you were done revealing your upper body, hands were already grasping at the waistband of your trousers. The irony of her earlier comment staring you right in the face was too hard to ignore, so you let out a breathy laugh whilst saying, "Now look who's eager."

To that comment, JJ stopped her efforts to take off your trousers and instead used them to yank you forward, the tip of her nose brushing against your stomach. She darted her head down and harshly bit the side of your hip bone with a growl. You had to hold your bottom lip between your teeth to stop a moan from spilling out.

After her display of dominance, you knew two things: JJ wanted to be in control tonight, and by the look in her eyes, if you weren't naked soon, you'd face some heavy consequences.

"Okay, okay," you surrendered, helping her remove the last barriers between your naked bodies.

Instantly, she had you on your back. Stationed between your legs, she looked down at you with blown-out pupils, shamelessly taking in the sight of your bare body on display.

"Stunning," she whispered, sounding more like she was talking to herself than to you, but you seemed to blush regardless.

JJ left you no time to repay the compliment before her lips crashed down on yours, and her tongue demanded entrance, which you readily granted. She swirled the muscle around your mouth in a practised dance, stopping now and then to nibble at your lips, then going right back in. The way she kissed was addictive, and often, you thought you could come undone just from it alone. She'd perfected the art of being rough yet gentle, fast yet slow, passionate yet loving. It set your whole body alight, made your throat dry, and your knees weak. Even when laid down, you felt your body failing you, the mattress against your back a reassuring fail-safe.

Tender kisses fell lower, marking an invisible path to your collarbone, where they took their time dotting an array of scarlet blotches into your skin. JJ knelt back, smirking as her eyes darted over the canvas of bruising marks before she got back to work, lowering herself back down to the juncture of your breast. There, she became softer, pecking lightly from side to side till she was close enough to encapsulate a firm nipple into her mouth and lather it with her tongue. She knew your body so well - too well, you sometimes thought - you hadn't even needed to mourn the isolated attention to one breast before a warm hand cupped neglected flesh and began to knead.

"Oh god," you whimpered, pushing yourself further into JJ's mouth and hand.

You felt her lips curl around your breast, likely proud of herself for getting you worked up so fast despite knowing perfectly well she could do so with much less in her arsenal. Gloating put aside, JJ brought her free hand resting beside you to your thigh, squeezing the muscle - her thumb skimming the outskirts of where you almost certainly needed her. She continued to tease, and a protest lingered on your tongue, watching JJ brazenly settle on paying homage to your stomach, planting kisses high and low, but never as low as you wanted them. The pit in your stomach grew bigger, and the ache between your legs became more painful, yet the blonde paid no attention to your dejected whines.

Finally, when even the rutting of your hips did nothing, and the wriggling about only brought JJ back to your neck, you half huffed, half moaned, "Do I need to beg?"

Oh, so pleased with herself, JJ retorted, "I'd like that very much."

Choosing your release over your pride, you grabbed the sides of JJ's face, pulling her up so she was at eye level before confidently saying, "Please fuck me, JJ. I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum so hard that I can't walk tomorrow."

"Mmm," she hummed, her hands squeezing both your breast and thigh, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

The cursed thumb that had been endlessly teasing you moved, brushing lightly over your clit. As brief as the stimulation was, it was enough to cause you to jolt and grip the bedsheets. JJ retired her hand from your breast and clung to the pillow behind you, fingers running through the wet mess between your legs.

"I love how wet you get for me," she husked, placing a quick peck on your lips and ignoring your disapproving grunt to being denied more, "I want to watch you."

Just as she made her plans known, she thrust two fingers inside you and watched your mouth open in a gasp, biting her lip at the erotic sight. You burned, not only from her eager gaze but from the biting pleasure that ran its way along your spine and caused all your muscles to tense. The room faded to dark, your eyelids drooping, letting you hone in on the sea of sensations swimming through your body. Your chest rose and fell with every sharp intake of air you took, and it only became worse when JJ started to move, sliding her fingers out and then plunging them back in. She did this over and over until you felt as though you might burst. There were bulbs of sweat forming over your brow. Your lips were permanently parted. Your jaw shook with each breath. You were so close to the edge but not close enough. Then a thumb began caressing your clit, and you almost screamed in relief.

"Yes," you hissed, hips bucking up and down as JJ angled her fingers to run over ridged flesh, "I'm going to cum."

"Open your eyes," she tenderly whispered, kissing your temple, then leaning back again, "Look at me."

You did as instructed, watched JJ sway above you, saw the reverence in her eyes, and gazed into them as you felt the knot loop tighter and tighter in your stomach. She moved faster, using her hips to fuck into you harder. In a flash of white, your legs were shaking, your fingers tearing into the bed linen as your release poured out of you right onto JJ's fingers. All you could do was loop your arms around JJ and muffle your shaky cries into her neck, praying you wouldn't be heard.

The two of you stayed intertwined like that for a while, her fingers still inside you, moving slowly and steadily until you winced from being so sensitive, and she delicately withdrew. You had to blink to make out the room decor again: a wooden bedside table with a flickering lamp atop it, a sorry-looking armchair sitting idly in the corner and a dainty coffee table beside it.

"You okay?" JJ smiled above you, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

Returning her smile, you gave her a nod before pulling her down for a passionate kiss. You threaded your hands through her silky hair, scratching at her scalp and enjoying the content sighs she let out. There was a harmony to how you and JJ fucked. Where you'd often find in relationships one person getting off a significant amount of times more, a giver and receiver dynamic if you will, that was nothing like what you two had. Together, you walked the line of balance well, but at that moment, feeling her above you, tasting her tongue in your mouth, and remembering the way she looked at you whilst giving yet another brain-numbing orgasm, it made you want to give her more - give her everything.

You wanted to make sure that come the following days, she'd be so sore she wouldn't even consider letting Will touch her, let alone fuck her. Trying to eliminate the possessiveness and jealousy that lay dormant within you was useless, so in times like these, you used it for good. You could show JJ that no one else could do this for her. Her body was painted into your mind so clearly that you could be blinded and still tell it was her from touch alone. You could have your memory taken away, but with a pencil and paper, you'd draw the dips of her hips, the creases beside her eyes, and the jutting knuckles that run along her slender fingers. No one else knew her body like you; the need to remind her of it was dire.

Using her kiss befuddled mind to your advantage; it was easy to flip the tables and trap JJ beneath you. The move earned you a shocked yelp, though the second your lips found a dusky nipple, no complaints were heard. Only sultry moans warmed your ears.

Palms pushed the back of your head down whilst JJ arched to fit more of herself into your mouth, and you dutifully took her in. It didn't matter that you could hardly breathe, not when you could feel and hear how JJ's breath was catching in her throat and how her heart was hammering against her chest.

After giving the older woman's breast the much-needed attention they deserved, you sought your sights lower. Leaving a shimmering trail down JJ's taut stomach, you crawled back on the bed and positioned yourself comfortably between two muscled thighs. A sharp inhale from above, and hands fisting in your hair were sign enough for you to drive forward and deliver a long lick along JJ's slit, closing your eyes to enjoy the bitter flavour of her exploding over your tastebuds.

It wasn't long before you worked JJ up into a wiggling mess. It was painstakingly evident from the tireless efforts of the blonde's buckling hips that the lack of notice of her clit was becoming a problem. Taking pity, you sought to eradicate JJ's frustrations. With one final up swipe of your teasing tongue, you brought your lips to her needy clit and sucked. The gratification echoed around the hotel room as JJ slapped a palm over her mouth to keep quiet.

You kept going, alternating between sucking and licking, occasionally moving south to tease JJ's cunt with the stiffened end of your tongue, then returning to her clit.

"Don't stop," JJ breathily begged, "Don't you dare stop."

And you didn't, not for a second. You continued lathering JJ with unbridled pleasure, coaxing her body into a quivering mess until the muscles in her stomach were painfully tense and only then did you ease two fingers inside her. The pace you immediately set was vigorous, thrusting in and out of her so quickly her body was struggling to keep up. With her head flung back, JJ came with your name on her lips, breathily panting. Yet, still, you wanted more.

Sitting up, you waited for JJ to regulate her breathing as she held tight to your forearms and only then did you start moving your fingers again. Nestling your head in her neck, you moved faster, finding and hitting a spot deep inside JJ that had her digging her nails into your skin, marring you with crescent moons dotted in red. The pain only motivated you to keep going, fucking into her harder until she was all but screaming and sure to be heard. You didn't care. She was perfect like this: panting, out of control and solely focused on what you were doing to her.

Your arm began to protest; it ached and cramped, but you fought hard against it, using your body to drive in and out of JJ's exhausted pussy. Over and over, she spoke your name, hushed this time, as her awareness of where she was prevailed.

Sensing JJ's orgasm from the pulsing clenches around your fingers, you snuck your thumb over a tender clit and added another finger to your thrusts. The additional force sent her toppling over the edge, but you didn't stop even then. You continued to fuck her right through her orgasm, biting into the flesh of her neck to keep her crying out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!' JJ cried out, "I-"

She never finished, a third orgasm rapidly washing over her, snapping her spine and leaving her motionless, half off the bed. Her jaw was trembling, and her eyes wedged closed, but the starting of a contented smile was tugging the side of her lips. When she slumped down on the mattress, she was boneless and limp, her chest heaving as she struggled to draw in steady breaths, "Fuck," she finally whispered, her eyes still closed and a tear falling down the side of her cheek, "Fuck."

Settling down next to her, resting on one elbow, you mindlessly traced patterns along her glistening stomach, smirking proudly to yourself. Aftercare had always been a big thing between the two of you, and after what you'd just done, she looked like she needed it. So you stayed that way for a while, laid down together, occasionally sharing innocent kisses and soft smiles until you wound up in each other's arms. JJ lay atop you, her leg becoming a blanket to your waist, her head and breath a chest warmer.

"When were you going to tell me," JJ asked, and you looked down to see her eyes already on you.

Moving strands of silky blonde hair behind JJ's ear, you give her a questioning look, "Tell you about what?"

The question seemed to infuriate her. She shuffled out of your embrace and leaned back against the headboard, giving you a blank stare. "You don't want to go," JJ proudly stated her opinion as fact, arms folded across her chest as a finger steadily taps away at her forearm, "You know you'll get bored sitting behind a desk so much."

Brushing off the fact she had a point and focussing on remaining civil but not coming off as a pushover, you held your ground, "It's a good opportunity, and I'm not not considering taking it," you were silently begging her to understand, your eyebrows knitted together and lip wedged between your teeth.

"Come on, you can't be serious," she humorlessly laughed. The audacity of her tone gave you half a mind to walk out. You didn't, though, because this had to happen at some point, be it now or in a few days.

"What's left for me here?" you asked, eyes trained on the blonde, your finger under her chin keeping her from looking away and trying to escape. If she wanted you to stay, so desperately as she seemed to, she owed you this, "Give me one good reason I should stay."

Her lips parted, her jaw moving up and down in small increments. It was like the words she wanted to say were there, but she was fighting to get them out. You gave her time, looking at her with expectant eyes, softening your gaze to encourage whatever was trapped in her bobbing throat, but nothing came. Then her mouth snapped shut as though someone had tugged on an invisible string sewn through pink velvety lips, permanently sealing them.

The silence became too loud. It sought to engulf you, swallow you up so that all you'd hear was the sound of your own broken heart beating so painfully loud it made your chest ache. Your arms felt limp as you slung them to your side and rolled on your back, staring at the ceiling. It felt cold and bare without the promise of another comforting embrace because somehow you knew there was an unspoken realisation that this was truly the end of something.

The stinging behind your eyes had made itself known fully, and you couldn't handle JJ seeing you like this. Straightening yourself out with a roll of your shoulder and a lengthy exhale, you stood up, threw on your clothes while ignoring the awkward atmosphere that circulated the room and made your way to the door. Turning back before you exited, you sneered, "I thought so," and slammed the door shut behind you.

To say the next day was awkward would be an understatement. If the team had noticed the tension between you and JJ, which they most likely had, they used their better judgment to ignore it and focus solely on the case. From the corner of your eye, you noticed their regular stares, but you knew it was their way of ensuring you were okay. Once you caught on, you offered small smiles and brief nods that told them all was well, and you were thankful that that was enough to ease their curiosities.

It wasn't till much later in the day, when you were packing up to head back to the hotel, did JJ acknowledge your existence, and you weren't having any of it. She approached you as you slung your bag over your shoulder and started walking out with Reid and Emily. Instead of doing the mature thing, which would have been to wait for JJ to catch up and deal with your suffocating predicament, you gave her the cold shoulder, ignoring her presence completely and walking out.

A faint sigh came from the room you'd just vacated, and you fought against your better judgment to head back to the hotel and put the whole day behind you. It was for the best; you needed time to think, and you still had a looming decision hanging over your head. It was a life-changing decision; you couldn't afford to cloud your mind with a frivolous affair.

With what comfort a shabby mattress could offer, you settled back, opened your laptop, looked at some apartment listings, checked over the job description a couple more times, and re-read the email, indeed confirming you had been offered the job if you wished to take it. Despite your best efforts, the god-forsaken argument continued to play in your head: JJ's dejected look when she was unable to voice her true feelings, the razor-sharp tone she used to admonish you and most of all, her inability to give you the one thing you needed that would have turned the tables and made your decision for you.

A knock at your door pulled you from said incessant thoughts. You'd have been grateful for the distraction had you not sensed who would likely be your 'knight in shining armour'. Rising and looking through the peephole confirmed your suspicions, and an involuntary groan slipped free.

"Real mature," JJ quipped. Taking a deep breath and then staring pleadingly into the peephole where she knew you were standing, she tried again, "Sorry. Please, can we talk?"

The door fractionally opened, enough for you to slip your head out and huff, "I'm exhausted, and I don't think I have the energy to deal with this now."

"I'll give you one," she muttered under her breath.

"Give me what?" You huff.

Opening the door to let her in, already fed up with where this conversation was inevitably headed - which was most likely an argument - you move over to lean against the outdated armchair.

JJ watched your movements as she shut the door and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, "A reason," she began, looking down at her left hand. You curiously followed her gaze. There on her finger sat an elegant diamond ring, glinting in the lamplight. It was a sickly sight, and the vexing thing was it never used to be. Your stomach lurched, forcing you to avert your gaze to keep yourself from spewing your dinner onto the atrocious carpet. Honestly, it was a mystery that the team wasn't investigating who committed this interior design crime.

"I don't want you to go. I want you to stay," she took long strides towards you, and you shot your head up to see, in the blink of an eye, JJ was standing tall right above you. Her fingers fidgeted with her engagement ring before she slipped it off and let it fall to the floor. The boldness of the move left you momentarily frozen until you were pulled to your feet by your waist and felt a pair of lips ghosting over yours, "And if you'll have me, I want you."

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blkmxrvel · 5 months

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25 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie

DAY 15: BLACKMAIL - WandaNat

DAY 16: LIKE I NEVER LEFT - Kate Bishop

DAY 17: SHOW OFF - Emily + JJ

DAY 18: FUCK BY THE FIREPLACE - Scarlett Johansson

DAY 19: THE STAGES - Kate Bishop

DAY 20: NEED, NOT A WANT - Emily Prentiss

DAY 21: BE WITH ME FOR TODAY - Sam Carpenter

DAY 22: WORSHIP - Kate Bishop

DAY 23: BOSS DADDY - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 24: CHRISTMAS EVE - Carol Danvers

DAY 25: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS - WandaNat

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blkmxrvel · 11 months

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What vibe do I give off?

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blkmxrvel · 11 months

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absolute brain rot.

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blkmxrvel · 1 year

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okay y’all, i’m looking for a riri williams fic and i can’t find it anywhere 😭

reader and riri were both in college, and they had a little situation-ship going on. ppl were telling reader that she’s a player etc but she ain’t listen. they were in riris room and something had happen so reader was trying to dip but riri wouldn’t give her the laptop back until she heard her out. and they made up and it ended it smut . please 😭😭 i need it

#riri williams x reader #riri williams #riri williams smut

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blkmxrvel · 1 year

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the two year teacher

pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x black!fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, mentions of bullying, smut mommy kink, rough ish, cunnlings, fingering, love confession

summary: y/n is a very big CEO of her own company. and when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, y/n just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. then when y/n's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens

a/n: she has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair. im so deadass fr.

“Mommy! You’ll never believe it!” Your eight year old came running into your home office. You prepared for her to jump into your lap, so you opened up for her to not get hurt. “My teacher from last year is my teacher this year again!”

“Really?” You took all your attention onto her. “So you’ll know how to behave right? Be on your best behavior for her?”

You daughter nodded before running off again. “Hey Nance?” You called for your neighbor who was over for a drink. Smiling kindly as she appeared. “I’m gonna run out to go grab stuff to make dinner, can you watch Mimi?”

“Of course, I’ll have her play in the living room.” She softly nodded and walked away.

You saved your file and got ready to head out. And it was all fine and dandy, till you were at the store. You had planned to make your daughter’s favorite pasta, seeing as she was starting school tomorrow.

Just as you reached for the perfect tomato, your hand bumped into someone else’s. You looked up to meet the nicest green eyes, yet they held fire and furry.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please,” you offered for her to go first. Watching as the fire and furry disappeared. She could only stare at you.

“Do I know you? You look incredibly familiar,” her voice. God you could’ve melted. The rasp, the accent, the volume. You could tell she saw the spark of curiosity run over your eyes.

You gave a small shrug, "Maybe I just one of those faces. Are you making Panzanella?"

Her curiosity for you sparked now. How could you look at her cart and just know? "Italian?" She softly whispered.

You caught it just barely, but didn't acknowledge it at all. Instead you grabbed a few more tomatoes and went on with a smile.

She swore she seen that smile before. She's positive you were meant to be more in her life. But once she came back to her senses, you were long gone. The tomatoes were also in her cart. How were you so quick?

Eventually, you were ready to check out, having everything you needed for the dinner. That's when you saw the red head again. She was standing there staring you down. Like she was waiting for you to finish to ask you something.

You were good at reading people…sometimes. And right now, you couldn't read her fully, but you could sense the confidence and burning question she has for you.

It had you thinking what the question could be for you. After all, she thinks you're Italian. Once you finished and got close to her, she just stared at you.

You held out your hand, "Y/n." You introduced.

"Melissa," she took your hand. Put in awe at how soft your hand was. "You Italian or working with the cops?"

"My mom was, she taught me everything there is too cooking. You must be a Schemmenti." You tilted your head.

She eyed you with caution. "You must be working with the cops."

You quickly dismissed the idea. "I've met enough Schemmenti's to know one when I see one."

Suddenly it seemed you had more control than anyone in the world in this conversation. "I don't think it's fair that you know more about me than I do you."

"Oh angel, I never play it fair. It's how you retaliate." You got closer to her, enough where there was still a distance.

Just as she realized the distance, you were gone. You had this woman absolutely smitten with you and she still couldn’t place that face. And that was the last time either of you saw one another.

Until deep into the school year. Your daughter had came home with a letter for you specifically. "Mimi? What's this?" Through the entire car ride she was quiet. Quieter than usual. You didn't get the whole spew that lasted the entire ride of her day.

She didn't answer at all, instead she put her bag down and started on her homework. Waiting patiently for you to open the letter.

As your eyes scanned over it, you could feel her about to start crying. "Honey, why didn't you say something?" The letter had been from her teacher. "Mimi, look at me baby." Her teary eyes met yours. She knew you were mad, but that look absolutely destroyed you. "I'm not mad at you. Come here, follow me."

You lead her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the sink and facing the mirror. "Do you see that little girl right there? That is my strong, amazing, smart daughter. I'm not mad at you at all. You were so brave. So incredibly brave. And to be honest my love, I've done the same thing as you." Her face lit up at that.

"You beat someone up too?" She flashed that toothy smile. Her head whipping around at you when you nodded. "How?"

You turned her around to face you. "Well, when I was just a little bit older than you, this kid, her name was Ellie. She wouldn't leave me alone ever. And I'm talking everyday she came to bug me. Your grandma had told me to just ignore her. But one day she caught me on the worst day I've ever lived."

"What day was that?" She interrupted, a confused look dawning on her.

"It was the day I told your asshole father I was pregnant with my absolute bundle of joy. And he had yelled at me in front of the entire hall and left me. So Ellie had found me during the day, and she had to say something. I was so angry at what she was saying, the names she was calling me, and what she was saying about you before I even met you. I had enough of her, and I walked away untouched. But you should've seen her. She had to move schools because everyone was making fun of her for getting her shit rocked by a pregnant woman."

"So you're not mad at me?" Mimi stared at you in awe. Her look of absolutely smitten by her mother.

You shook your head, "Of course not honey. You defended yourself and I know you're in trouble with school, but look at me. I had to talk her parents down for pressing charges and had to keep myself together while also moving schools. Don't ever let someone try and tell you what you are and aren't. Cause you'll always know who you are and who you want to be. So, when we go to meet with your teacher in a little bit, you'll tell her everything and defend your name ok?"

"Ok mommy! Can I go play for a little bit?" She beamed. You helped her down with a nod, letting her run off. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you were in pajamas still.

So you took a few minutes to put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A baseball cap sealing down the fly aways. You quickly put yourself together and then worked on getting your daughter ready. Helping her from the school uniform into something similar to what you were wearing.

Together you went into that school knowing what was about to go down. It was only a little bit after the school day actually ended. The door was closed, so carefully you knocked.

The door flying open, "Janine I don't want to come with you I promise!" The voice came before the face. But once the eyes finally met yours, they went wide. "I...What are you doing here?" She fumbled out the question.

Without any words you held up the letter and looked to Mimi. "I believe you were the one who requested me." Meeting her green eyes once more, you flashed that smile.

That's where she's seen it. "Your Mimi's mom? But you're so young?!" You gave a nod, glancing into the classroom at the other mom. Melissa was just staring at you, but she finally snapped back at Barbra coming pass.

"Y/n?" The older teacher lit up at the sight of you. "Oh it is you! Look how you've grown!" Her eyes fell to the kid holding your hand. "Mimi! Baby girl you have grown!"

"Hi Mrs. Howard," you softly gazed. Engulfing the woman.

Melissa was even more shocked. You knew Barbra, and yet the woman has never once mentioned you to her.

"We should catch up soon, a girls day! Say Friday night?" Barbra was quick to plan, knowing you'd make time for her any day.

With a bob of the head, "Of course, you still have my number right? We can plan it further once I'm done with this meeting."

You two had finished the conversation quickly with hugs and bye's. Following the red head into the classroom. You and Mimi sat next to the other mom and her child.

"Right, so I figured you both know why I asked you here. Mimi started a fight with Amber. Now, from what I gathered, it was out of no where?" Her eyes mainly were on the kids. Mostly cause she couldn't bring herself to look you in the eyes. "I'll let Amber go first."

And so the little girl told her story, it was poorly put together for a lie. Even for a child trying not to get in trouble. Her mother smiling like she had won best parent of the year for this. Then it was Mimi's turn, and her story was very well put together. Wiping that smug smile off the mom's face.

After an hour of going back and forth trying to figure it out, it became clear. Amber had been picking on Mimi since last year and today she had said some meaner things. Amber had apologized and everyone was on their way.

The mom and Amber didn't stay long to even look at you, but Mimi was back to rambling about her day to you while you put on her coat.

"And then my day lead to be here again! With my two favorite people!" She glowed, watching as you zipped up her coat.

You puffed, then looked up to Melissa who was hovering over you, "I didn't know I had competition to be the favorite." You joked with a hint of seriousness. "Hey honey, why don't you go see if Mrs. Howard is still here? I'll be right behind you."

She didn't waste a second before running off. Leaving you two alone. You stood back to your full height. "So you're the famous teacher I hear so much about?"

"Huh?" She spat, back in that daze she had at the store. Your light laugh didn't help pull her from the state. "Oh! Like from Mimi! Um, she's a wonderful kid, I mean she probably has amazing parents at home."

"Just me and her in that apartment." You shrugged. Watching the flash of something go through those green eyes. There was a silence now. One eating you alive. "Ok! I'm not gonna try and like take all your time, but I am just going to jump to the point now. I find you very attractive, would you like to go on a date?" You spat out before you could double think it.

Not only did you have to hide how shocked you were, but so did Melissa. You were so forward. Her eyes were wide, "Wait...what?"

"Me and you, alone, Saturday night?" You smiled. Before she answered, you were at her desk writing your number on a sticky note. "Maybe then I'll tell you how I know you're a Schemmenti." You winked. "Goodnight, Melissa."

To say that date was the first of many. You two had done a lot together now. You went with her to a friends wedding. She then came and made dinner with you and Mimi, that was the day you had told her. You both had gone home separately for the holidays though. Both agreeing it was still very early on to meet family.

But now it was summer, more specifically the fourth of July. Your family never truly celebrated it like an all American family, no you celebrated with style. It was the most serious taken holiday. The whole family was going to be there. You had yet to ask her about coming with though.

You had yet to even say the big L word. Yet, you had already talked to Mimi about keeping Melissa around and possibly her becoming her step-mom. She was thrilled to finally hear you say that.

Tonight was your six month anniversary. Almost a whole year spent together. You had invited Mel over for dinner while you sent Mimi to a friend's for the night before the trip to your cousin's. Everything was set in stone for the night.

You finished just as the door opened. "In the kitchen, baby." You called carefully. Trying to calm your nerves of what the night was. Greeting her with kisses all over her face, she knew instantly something was up.

Only cause you did the same thing when you broke her lasagna bowl that she had from her childhood. She ignored you for what was the longest week of your life.

"What?" She frowned. You stayed silent and dragged her to the chair. Straddling and kissing slowly all over her face and neck. Hands carefully trailing her body. but it was stopped the moment her hands pushed yours away. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly your eyes were being threatened by tears. You moved quickly and went to grab her a glass of wine. Handing her hers while you downed yours. Needing the liquid courage more than you anticipated.

You were physically shaking and you knew it as you held the glass with both hands. "Hon, seriously, talk to me?" Her voice even wavered. Her thoughts running with this is where it all ends. The silence killing her as she was positive that was what was happening. "Is this...are you?"

Your eyes widened, "No! No! Um, you've been so incredibly patient with me, and I...I'm ready."

"Are you sure, I'll wait for you forever." She stood up. Coming closer with each and every step. You gave a firm nod, eyes sparkling with want. "Words, baby. I need you to use them."

"I want you." You almost whimpered. Practically throwing yourself into kissing her.

It was heated, but it was so passionate. Every ounce of emotion was thrown into it. You were so lost you didn't notice the thigh press in between yours. Nor the hands that pulled your hips to grind against it. With the sigh you let out, Mel took the chance to slip her tongue in.

Pulling back slightly to stare at your dazed headspace. "Are you alright pretty girl?" She purred.

"Yes, god yes!" You moved your hips on your own, letting a moan free as the thigh flexed.

Melissa smirked, "Such a good girl for me. Why don't we head for the bed huh?"

You frantically nodded and dragged her with you. Desperate to have her on you again. Moving to push her onto the bed while you were on top. Kissing at her in a frantic manner.

"Easy girl, I want you to savor this. Let me do all the work, you relax." She flipped you two. Now she was nestled between your legs. Taking in the sight of you in the short short dress you had on. "Was this all for me tonight?"

You were in such a fuzzy state. Her words, her touches, her kisses, and most of all, the hungry look in her eyes. You were a goner all because of Melissa Schemmenti.

"You look so pretty for me baby girl. That fuzzy look in your eyes. Can I take of this dress?" She fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over your hips and near your inner thigh.

"Yes, please..." There was a hesitation in your voice. Melissa with drew her hands.

"Y/n if you're not ready, we can stop." She instantly snapped out of the feeling. She took in how you looked ready to cry. "Hey, hey. None of that, ok? It's ok, we don't have to. I know this is a big step."

A single tear escaped, but the smile on your face said many other things. "I...I love you." You whispered. "Please, Mel. I need you."

Her smile couldn't be hidden. She kissed you hard. Hard and with all the love in the world. "I love you too baby. I love you so so incredibly much."

You felt confidence hearing the words back. And suddenly your hesitation from earlier left. You pulled the back of her neck so you were next to her ear. "Please, mommy. I need you." You licked her shell of her ear. Causing her to shiver greatly.

She had that look again, she was about to take you entirely and you wouldn't know. She was going to make you feel like never before.

"Mommy's gonna take good care of you, I promise angel." Her hands ran under your dress and pulled at your panties, pulling them down and off your thighs. "Whenever you want to stop, just say anything."

"Ok, but please, no more foreplay." Your hips bucked again.

"A needy little thing you are. Did you think of this moment all day? Or did you start thinking about it the day we met?" She spurred you on, her hands pushing your thighs apart. "How good I could make you feel?"

You whined, trying to search for her hand. "Please mommy!"

How could she deny that pretty face? Her hand finally met you where you needed. Making you gasp as she drew tight circles before dipping down toy our entrance and back up. Teasing you till tears.

"You're so sensitive, I've barely fucked you and you already are in tears. You truly must've needed this." She kept talking, but wasn't giving you anything, or so you thought. She slammed two fingers into you, making you cry loudly. She could feel your walls fluttering around her. "Shh, you're ok baby, mommy's right here. You're ok. Just let me know when you're ready." She kissed your forehead. Waiting for your signal.

With a soft head nod, she didn't waste a second. You had figured she start of soft, but you were wrong. Melissa Schemmenti liked it rough. You gave her a power she never knew she wanted the first moment you said mommy.

She brought you over the edge at least three times, you were in no state to remember. With her kisses to your face and the withdrawing of her hand you thought you were done. Until she pulled you down to the edge of the bed.

There she devoured you in ways you never knew existed. And each new way brought you over until you were so overstimulated you had to physically crawl away from her. But you loved every single second.

You came back to her crawling into bed with you. She had changed you from that dress straight into one of her hoodies. "I wasn't too much was I?"

You shook your head, barely able to stay awake. You glanced up to her, "Do you want to come meet my family tomorrow? We're having a big party for the weekend. I want you to meet them all." You got out before falling asleep on her.

"I would love nothing more angel." She kissed your head, falling asleep right after you.

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frequency of all we know... [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you and your girlfriend share an intimate moment during the Vanity Fair afterparty.

wordcount: 1.7k

warnings: completely over the place writing, suggestive themes [aka one (1) bathroom makeout session], boyfriend!hailee, the term clingy [but not meant in a bad way], me desperately trying to manifest an oliva rodrigo x hailee steinfeld collab.

a/n: i can't believe i've had this account for a year and the thing that made me finally post was this damn gif of hailee and eiza. this entire fic was inspired by this tweet and it's also been playing on loop in my brain since i first saw it. [shoutout to this post as well] might mess around and post more fics soon but idk, we'll see. enjoy!

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You always knew your girlfriend had some borderline clingy tendencies.

Whether it was holding your hand wherever you went, or wrapping her arms around your waist whenever she got the chance, she always had to be touching you in some way. You never minded the contact, you actually found it really endearing, but it was getting harder and harder to hide your relationship with how touchy you two always are with each other.

Whenever you two were spotted at the same event together, her fandom would collectively lose their mind, posting picture after picture and talking about how cute you two are. But of course, the fan reaction wasn't all positive, and as much as you hated to admit it, the hate you received for your close relationship with Hailee weighed heavy on your mind.

It didn't matter how many times your girlfriend told you she didn't care about anyone's opinion or how close she held you to her, the hate followed you around like a rabid dog.

You knew her fans were right, she could do so much better than you. She deserves so much more than you could ever give her. Hailee is a goddess sent from the heavens and you're just…you. Plain old you.

Your girlfriend clearly doesn't care about any of those thoughts and opinions though, judging by the way her hands have been gripping your waist all night.

You originally didn't want to go to the Vanity Fair post-Oscar party. As much as you love going to events with Hailee, you really weren't in the mood to spend the entire night looking over your shoulder, making sure your relationship stayed a secret.

That all changed, however, when she asked you to go with her, giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes in the process and making it impossible to say no. (Not that you've ever been good at saying no to her.)

So you agreed, albeit reluctantly, to accompany her which led to you spending most of the night pretending like you don’t notice all the looks and the questions thrown your way as Hailee keeps you close to her.

She was subtle at first.

Only casually brushing your hands together while you stood next to each other or subtly wrapping an arm around your waist while you were talking with someone who was standing a little too close to you but as the night dragged on, her borderline possessive clinginess started showing more and more.

You had been glued at the hip the entire night until Eiza convinced her to go ask Billie to introduce them to Olivia Rodrigo. She had asked if you wanted to go with them but you declined the offer, wanting her to spend time with her friends without you hovering. (You did make her promise to bring up the idea for a potential collab to Olivia before she left though.)

And now you’re here, keeping Zoey company and trying not to freak out about the fact that Cate Blanchett and Sarah Paulson are in the same room as you.

Zoey's in the middle of a story, something about a recent audition she went to, her eyes are trained on you. At some point in the conversation, her hand had landed on your arm and it still hadn't left.

You didn't pay much attention to that detail as you struggled to keep up with her story.

You lean in closer in an attempt to hear her better and that's when Hailee walks back toward you.

“Do you mind if I steal y/n from you real quick?”

Your shoulders immediately relax the moment your eyes meet hers. She doesn’t wait for a response from Zoey, her hand reaching out for you. You take it without hesitation, muttering a half-assed apology to the other girl.

If she notices the possessiveness in Hailee’s movements she doesn’t react, she just gives you a little wave as Hailee drags you away. You swear you see the ghost of a smirk on her face but it's probably just a trick of the lights.

You let your girlfriend lead the way and she pulls you into a private bathroom. You barely have enough time to blink before she's closing the door behind you and pushing you against it.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look today, baby?” She asks, her voice soft as she looks down into your y/e/c eyes.

“You have,” you reply as you wrap your arms around her neck. “But I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

She smiles and you swear your knees buckle a little at the sight. "You are the most stunning sight I've ever seen…especially when you're in my clothes."

Her eyes trail down from your eyes to the rest of your body, her smile growing the slightest bit as her hands land on your waist. Her thumbs draw small circles there as she messes with the fabric of her oversized coat.

You had made a small comment about how you were cold earlier in the night and Hailee had wasted no time in throwing her coat over your shoulders. You assured her it wasn't necessary but she insisted and well…you can't deny how much you love wearing her clothes.

Especially when she looks at you like that while you’re in them.

"Always the charmer, aren't you, Lee?"

A small chuckle escapes her mouth at the sound of the nickname. "Only with you, my love."

"Are you sure about that? Because your fans are convinced you have heart-eyes for someone else."

"They're a little slow," she says while she leans in a little closer. "But I have faith in them."

Whatever witty reply you were about to say dies in your throat the second she connects her lips to yours. You pull her closer, letting the taste of her overwhelm your senses.

You could spend an eternity kissing her and it still wouldn't be enough. No matter how much time you spend with her, you’re always craving more of her.

You would feel weird about that if it weren’t for the fact that Hailee clearly feels the same way about you.

“Hailee…” Your hands grip tightly onto her shoulders as she trails a path of kisses down your jaw. “They’re gonna start looking for us if we don’t go right now.”

She ignores your words, her lips moving onto your neck and you gasp as you feel her teeth against your skin. Every other thought leaves your mind as your back arches into her touch.

"You're mine." Her words are mumbled against your neck and the low tone in which she says them sets your body ablaze.

Despite your body's reaction to her words, you can't help but give in to the urge to tease her. "If this is because of Zoey…I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah? Well, so do you.”

“Oh my God.” Your head hits the door with a soft ‘thud'.

She pulls away from your neck, her eyes searching for yours. “Was that too much?”

Your heart flutters a little at the soft traces of worry on her face. You shake your head while one of your hands moves to cup her cheek, your thumb moving back and forth on her warm skin. “That was perfect…you’re perfect.”

The corners of her mouth lift up into the most breathtaking smile you’ve ever seen. "You read my mind, baby."

She leans in and you meet her halfway. You all but melt against her and you quickly decide that kissing her is much more important than whatever people have to say about the two of you.

"Let's go home," you mumble against her lips. "Fuck the party."

She pulls away slightly. "Oh, I'm definitely thinking of fucking something right now."

Her words send a small shiver down your spine. As much as you would love for her to have her way with you right now, you'd much rather it be in the comfort of your own home.

"We're leaving." You try to sound assertive but your voice comes out a little too breathless for that. "Now."

She raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your attempted dominance. You expect her to make a teasing remark but she doesn't. Instead, she gives you one last kiss before taking one of your hands in hers and dragging you out of the bathroom.

If your friends notice the hickey on your neck, they make no comments about it. Probably more than used to Hailee's (not so subtle) possessive antics.

Her arm remains wrapped tightly around your waist as the two of you wait outside of the venue for your driver to show up, making small talk with Eiza and Billie to pass the time.

You're too busy playfully arguing with Billie about convincing Olivia to collab with Hailee to notice your girlfriend's movement.

It's not until you feel her chin on your shoulder that you realize she's fully wrapped you up in her arms. You smile as you place your hands on top of hers, your fingers messing with one of her rings.

"Y'all are too cute, what the hell?" Billie turns to Eiza. "You seeing this bullshit?"

"Don't sound so jealous, sweetheart," you tease her.

"Oh, fuck off."

You spend the next few minutes joking around with your friends, your girlfriend's arms wrapped securely around you. You're blissfully unaware of the paparazzi across the street capturing the moment.

It's not until you see Hailee's name trending on Twitter the next morning that you realize the two of you caused quite the splash online.

You show your phone to your girlfriend as the two of you lay on her bed, your head resting on her chest. "Your manager is going to kill you."

All she does is laugh while her fingers draw small circles on your bare waist. "Totally worth it."

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blkmxrvel · 1 year

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a change in nature +18 (shuri x reader)

you had picked on some hints before but this all and in all was a bit strange. the late nights, the certain wardrobe, the way she talked, something about shuri was just different; you had just chalked it up to her being eccentric in some ways, only to fine out the actual truth— it’s more likely she was vampire. but, it didn’t scare you, it was actually exciting.

vampire ! shuri what the fuckkkk, i know this is a little out there but this is just an AU i had gotten requests for and it kinda had me like 👀👀 anyways the reader is a royal figure, not explicitly a princess but you’ll see.

warnings; LOTS OF BLOOD— like descriptions, talk of periods/cycles, bleeding all that jazz (she’s a vampire so yeah), soft top! shuri x sub! reader, overstim, multiple orgasms, pet names, name calling, established relationship, scent kink, praise kink, blood kink, pain kink, descriptive biting, strap on sex, some magical elements, vampire rules, possessive sex, slight breeding kink, squirting, semi mating ritual, aggressive sex, dumbification, drooling.

song inspo: draculas wedding by OUTKAST ft kelis

DT: @xxmilli @verachii 💗

ENJOY!!! @widowmakker @msplayas @zhanylai @randomhoex @rxcently @justwomentbh @heartsforjojo @dejaonline @jackdrawsjunk @chocoflagcutii @6-noir @shuriswifereal @shuririsdefenseattorney @bubshri @yamsthoughts @letitias-fav @taiiunknown @playgurlxoxo @lifewitquinn @shuriszn @letitiasleftfoot @mocha-aya @blackgirlfariy @i-luvv-stars @lolas-bunny @zayswriting @msudaku @inmyheadimobsessed @vlkyriesverse @pidgemotoiii @dayedreamm @thatonelumityfan @lolas-bunny @hetr0ph0bic

it starts with a simple joke.

shuri is enthralled with you, completely captivating you under your sheets, your hands grabbing at hers while you’re finishing against her mouth. you whimper once you’re done, and shuri pulls away, sighing and kissing your clit and you jerk a bit, overstimulated and sighing.

she comes up to you, mouth still wet, kissing you and holding your face still. she bites at your lips and you smile. she had always had a habit of doing that; biting at you and kissing your lips when she bit too hard. she’d always apologize, a whisper of, “i’m sorry, my love,” then she’d do it again and again. only when you whimper in fake pain does she she stop; because it really doesn’t hurt, in fact it feels good, but you’re afraid you’d scare her off with an admission like that.

she’s biting at your lips once more when you pull away smiling, mouth red and wet. shuri stares at your lips for a second, eyes darkening and licking her own and you chuckle slightly, joking, “you like when i bleed, love?” you say and she looks back up at your eyes and you see it— excitement. maybe even, want.

and you’ve been with shuri long enough to know her and her faces. you know when she’s upset, you know when she’s sad without saying a word and you especially know when she’s excited, when she wants to fuck you until you say stop, and that look, that look— was what you just saw. it’s small flash but you catch it and shuri’s smiling again, wordlessly kissing against you to distract you from her revealing eyes but it stays with you;

shuri likes when you bleed.

you stir a bit, as shuri gets up to clean up and you blink in the information you had just realized. a kink, maybe? you think, watching her move to the bathroom and washing her hands. “should we finish in the garden tomorrow? i think your peonies are overgrown,” she says, smiling and you nod, still not truly hearing her. “yes, we can,” is the small response and your mind is still wondering once shuri is in bed again, tilting you to look at her, “did i bite too hard, again, love? i’m sorry,” she whispers as you suck on your lip.

you blink, nodding, realizing that’s a better reason than what you were thinking. she kisses you softly, so obviously holding back, and you kiss her back. your lips are still bleeding a bit and you can feel shuri suck on your mouth, both to ease you and to get the blood from off of your lip. you moan a bit, pulling back, feeling more heat pool at your stomach like you hadn’t just cum, “we should sleep,” you whisper and shuri nods, breathless and mouth wet, wanting more.

you turn to cut off the night lamp you at your bedside and shuri comes to cuddle up next to you, sighing and closing her eyes. you joke, “what time do you think you’ll actually go to sleep tonight?” and she smiles in the darkness, “hmmm.. 4, maybe 5,” and you laugh a bit in her shoulder, sighing, “you should get that looked at, love, i have no idea how you function with so little sleep,” you whisper back and smile, feeling her smile on your forehead,

“i’m sure i’ll be fine. remember i told you, i hadn’t really gotten a lot of sleep when i was younger either,” she says back and you feel your eyes closing, sleep residing behind them, “i wonder why..” you mumble back before you feel yourself drift.

you decide to do some research the next day, mind still buzzing while shuri’s in the garden. your library attached to the castle is huge so there’s got to be the book you’re looking for.

you find it, tucked away and placed between a cookbook for witches. you were no stranger to magic and wild like creatures, your mother was a witch and your unknown father had been hinted at being a warlock, it doesn’t surprise you at all that your girlfriend might be.. well, a vampire. it’s just— vampires are extinct, you know this, much like everyone did. driven out by the ever changing and burning sun and being shifted into small communities that grew smaller and smaller by the decade.

maybe not small enough, you thought, flipping through the history book and finally reaching V. this book your mother left you contained all the living families of all living beings. you find it, the longest family tree at the end of the book and low and behold, the udaku name is printed in bold before you. your eyes move lower and lower until you see it,

shuri udaku is the last living vampire in this family. she has survived her mother, brother, father, and cousin.

you blink a bit, mouth slightly opening, and you feel your heart sting. you sigh, shuri had told you that, that she was the last of her family, everyone else passing in such hurtful ways she never told you. you only heard of her mother and brother, her father being distant and her cousin being hot headed as she described, but you had no idea it meant… she was it. you hoped there was a forgotten auntie or loved one somewhere, but your mother’s books never lie, and update to the date. you sigh and close the book, even though you had gotten your answer, you felt sullen.

you put the book down, exhaling. you see shuri through the windows in the garden, picking flowers with her dark jumpsuit and gloves on. you smile, seeing how far she is from the fresh garlic you grew, all her little idiosyncrasies suddenly making a lot of sense; her fashion sense, the way she talks (Gods, shuri’s probably much older than you, you realize), her need to ask you to come in even though you’ve lived together for so long, her biting.

you shudder a bit; you had read up on vampires and biting and mating rituals, how they only bite at a certain time of year and with their mates. you remember during your first year together, how shuri one random summer fucked you nearly everyday it seemed, biting you ever so softly but still keeping you practically strapped to your shared bed, there were few moments you two were apart that summer. you only read about it because you wanted to know if there was a summerly ritual in some way but it wasn’t; the vampire season happened in the winter.

you lick your lips, thinking. it is getting cold, you start, could shuri be close to that time? you turn back around and search the library again, straying to find V, the smallest section there. you chuckle to yourself, your mother nor father cared for vampires; how heated they would be to know one lives in their castle now. you find a small vampire calendar, but it’s nearly 200 years old. shuri’s older than you but not by that much, you conclude, moving it aside.

you find another, so your girlfriend’s a vampire?! the cover reads and you smirk, opening the page and seeing your mother’s handwriting.

“don’t think you could hide a vampire in my house, daughter. even in death, i’ll know,” you read aloud and laugh, your mother always one to get the last laugh. the actual book behind the cover reads, the importance of understanding your vampire partner, a guide to making your home theirs and being apart of their culture.

you smile sadly, your mother still and always looking out for you. you hear the door to the library open, shuri shaking off her gloves and taking off her shades, “darling, it’s freezing out, those poor peonies,” she says, exhausted. you cast a quick hidden spell on the book and place it down, “oh, they’ll be fine. they actually thrive in this kind of weather,” and she nods, smiling.

shuri comes up to you wraps her hands around your waist, leaning down to kiss you softly, “what’re you doing in here, hmm? avoiding your garden and making me do all the hard work,” she mumbles against your mouth and you smile, thinking of the book you had tucked away and shake your head, “no, no i was about to come out, just — mother left me a note, i wanted to read it.” you say and it wasn’t an entire lie, something you knew vampires could detect. you watch shuri closely and she nods, “i understand, what did it say?”

you smile again, “just to take care of you, and how much she loves you,” you laugh out smiling and shuri rolls her eyes, swaying you both, “well i hate to be the one to tell you this, but that was definitely another ghost, my dear, your mother would never,” shuri laughs with you, pulling you away into a kiss, and you smile against her mouth, sighing.

you pull away suddenly, an idea forming. “darling, wait, i have an idea,” you say smiling brightly, and she looks at you puzzled but intrigued, “please, if you could, go into the market and get some lamb. i have the money for it, don’t worry, but i want to make a special dinner tonight,” you say and she smiles, “lamb is expensive, my love, i could buy it if needed—” and you cut her off with a shake of your head, “no, nope, i want to, wanna buy it and cook it, i want to,” your reiterate and she laughs, kissing your cheeks, “alright, alright. do you want the whole thing or just the body?”

you think, grabbing her hand and leading her out the library, she puts her shades on and gives you her coat, “the body, just make sure the butcher cuts the fat, he skimmed on me last time,” you say and smack your lips, and shuri laughs. “alright, understood. what ever is the occasion, if i can ask?”

you smirk at her and walk ahead, skipping a bit, “a celebration, if you will,” you say, walking in the corridor that leads to the main part of the house. you drape her coat over the hanger and see shuri behind you still thinking before she gives up, “i’m stumped. it’s not our anniversary nor your or my birthday, what else is there?” and shake your head, laughing, “if i tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise! go, go get dressed, we’ll talk when you come back,” and you kiss her cheek, skipping away and laughing. shuri stands in the hallway sighing and smiling, before walking away and going to the bedroom to get dressed.

you dash to a bathroom, your hidden spell nearly giving up and reveling your book before you get there. you flip through it, know the page is in here somewhere, you had read it as a child. you find it, page 97, “a traditional and welcoming vampire dish: baked, blooded lamb and thyme potatoes— a meal to show your love and appreciation for your partner’s culture and lifestyle.” you smile, simple and easy instructions, with the help that you’ve baked lamb for shuri before and she nearly tried to marry you on the spot. you read through the ingredients and make sure you have everything. but then you see—

you gasp, opening the door to the bathroom and yelling down the hall, “and be sure to pick up red wine, as well, my love!” knowing she can hear you. shuri yells back, “okay!” and you smile, closing the door and flipping through the book once more.

you get to a chapter named “mating and the sex life of vampires” and blink, biting at your swore lips. should you? it wasn’t necessarily an invasion of privacy, you think, you’re just getting … prepared. you turn the page, reading quickly, as you knew shuri would need your wallet soon since you said you’d pay for the food.

vampires take love and sex very seriously, you read, to them it’s an extension of their love and craving of you, therefore they don’t engage in one night stands or hook ups unlike other creatures and humans. you nod, agreeing like the book can see you. shuri had told you about the two other girlfriends she had before you, all long term relationships that always ended because the girl breaking up with shuri, never the other way around. you wondered if those girls knew shuri was a vampire and the fact that they might and you hadn’t made your stomach bubble in jealousy.

you sigh and continue reading, a typical mating season for a young ~300 year old vampire is during the colder months, starting around October 31. (and please don’t make Halloween jokes to your vampire partner, they don’t enjoy them.) during the colder months, a vampire’s energy is spiked due to the lack of the sun and the frigid air sticking to their skin as opposed to the humidity and aridness of the warmer season, typically drying them out. there is an off period during a young vampires life where they may find the urge to mate during the summer. it usually happens because they’re deeply connected to their partner that their own biological chemistry cannot contain the excitement they feel around their partner.

you gasp, that one summer! you remembered every detail, how shuri wouldn’t let you go, sometimes even to the garden alone, and how many times she had professed her love to you. you first joked that she’s in her period but now you’re wondering if that’s what it all was.

you read on, trying to see if you need anything to prepare. typical vampire mating periods last a month and a half. the vampire may feel deeply connected to you, they may try to hinder you from leaving their side, let alone the house you may share. for the partners of vampires, prepare to be bitten over and over. you gasp a bit, sitting down in the edge of the tub and close your legs to subdue your arousal. she’s going to bite me, you think, reading on.

though your vampire partner may not have their adult fangs yet, typical youth fang sizes are nearly 1 1/2 inches long and half an inch thick. we recommend drinking plenty of pomegranate juice and eating dark chocolate, to increase blood circulation and reduce ache and pain on the areas your partner will bite. vampires enjoy biting at the neck, calves, forearms, buttocks area, inner thighs, as well as stomachs. if the partner of the vampire has a vulva, your partner may enjoy orally pleasing you while on your menstrual cycle. however, it’s usually a vampire to vampire basis thing, as most vampires don’t enjoy it, so remember to as your partner their preferences before the season begins.

you exhale slowly, trying to steady your pacing heart. gods, you couldn’t believe it. your girlfriend was a fucking vampire and she was going to bite you and mark you up and make a mess of you and keep you in bed for days on end and—

a knock at the door stirs you, moving the book away from your lap, and a quick “don’t come in!” leaves your mouth. and shuri laughs from the outside, “i wasn’t, my love, i was just going to say i can’t find your pocketbook, have you got it?” you stammer a bit, shoving the book into the bathroom cabinet and and feeling around your pockets for your wallet.

you open the door, a shy smile on your lips, “sorry, forgot i had it.” and shuri smiles, her coils blocking her eyes a bit and she leans down to kiss you, holding your hands and waist close. it was probably supposed to be a simple good bye kiss, but you’re not letting her away that easy. you tilt your head and deepen the kiss, you sigh against her mouth, pulling her closer and wrapping around her neck and pulling her closer. you open your mouth slightly, her tongue happily invading and you moan softly, feeling her rub up and down your back, lifting your dress to grab at your butt.

you sigh, some of the arousal you felt from your reading coming back as shuri kisses you. you think again, if tonight goes well, she’ll bite you, everywhere, marking up your skin and leaving you breathless and shaking, more than she already does. you moan a bit in her mouth and she smiles against yours, and she pulls away for a bit, “you alright?” and you nod, dazed.

shuri smirks at you, “are you that riled up from one kiss?” you shy and laugh a bit, “maybe,” you whisper back and shuri chuckles to herself, moving and kissing at your neck, holding your waist close with a strong grip, and she backs both of you deeper into the bathroom until you feel your backside hit the sink, “you want some help then?” she whispers into your neck and you nod, running your fingers against the back of her coils to guide her against your neck. she nods back, sliding your dress up and pulling at your underwear, still kissing at your neck and holding you close.

you exhale out moans, sighing a breath of relief once she starts to play with your underwear, moving them aside and sliding her fingers against your lips. you bite your lip, wanting it to be shuri’s teeth instead and you tilt your head, moving hers as well and combine your mouth, kissing her roughly and sighing once she angles her fingers directly at your core, feeling around before sliding her middle finger inside.

you separate, a hushed “fuck,” leaves your mouth against hers and you feel shuri’s smirk. you lean against the sink counter, your hand coming down on it to give you some grounding. shuri comes to your ear, “you’re so wet, my love,” and you shy up, looking away from her as her finger works inside you, moving slowly but with pressure, adding her ring finger along with it. you moan out, taking your hand away from the sink and holding on to her forearm, moving your hips in tandem with her fingers.

your mind wonders, and you think about tonight. what shuri might do to you once you tell her everything, how long she’ll fuck you, how hard she’ll bite you, how she won’t let up. you gasp once she finds your g-spot, “right— fuck, right there, please baby—!” you moan out and shuri nods, fingering you harder, still holding you steady with her other hand and using her palm as something your clit can grind on to. and you do, moving your hips and pussy along with her thrusts and tossing your head back, practically hitting the wall. shuri’s whispering praises in your ear, “so good, sthandwa, you hear how loud you are for me? your pussy is so sweet,” she sighs out and you buck and squeal against her, nails digging into her forearm and neck, bitting your lips until you feel a small trail of blood leave it.

shuri nearly instinctively looks up, probably smelling it, and sighs, fingering your pussy harder and she comes to your mouth, licking away the blood. her tongue on your mouth, licking up your blood and tasting you drives you over the edge, you moan out, no clear warning leaving your mouth and you cum, pussy twitching against shuri’s fingers and body shaking. you dig your fingers deeper into her skin and she kisses at your neck, nearly hiding away as you orgasm washes over you in waves.

shuri coaxes you through out, stopping her fingers and allowing you ride out your euphoria, whispering, “good girl,” over and over in that deep voice that makes you feel like you’re going to cum again. you sigh out in overstimulation once she pulls them out, some of your cum sliding out as well. shuri looks at her fingers, sighing, “oh, you made such a mess, darling,” she patronizes jokingly, and you sigh out a laugh, eyes still closed and mind still coming down to earth. she kisses you deeply, holding on to you and moving you slightly so she can wash her hands. you move slightly, still leaning on her for support and she lets you, drying her hands and holding you steady as you walk out of the bathroom together.

she kisses you in the corridor once your at the door, “i’ll be back, we’ll finish later tonight, hmm?” she says against your mouth and you nod, realizing she has no idea what you have planned.

when shuri gets back, you start cooking, following the recipe to a t. she tries to investigate the book you have, curiously moving the pages but you always slapped her hand away with your spoon and she’d frown and walk away.

you had read up a little more while shuri was away, both about the recipe and vampires in general. you wanted to do everything you could to make shuri feel welcomed and loved, more than you already did.

the potatoes cooked the fastest, and you reduced them in the red wine concoction the recipe called for, starting the oven and skimming the rest of the fat off of the lamb. shuri sat idly by in the living room, playing music and reading.

you called to her, finishing up seasoning the lamb, “my love, what’re you reading over there?” and she speaks up, “your letters to me,” and you blush. there was a period where you hadn’t known if shuri liked you back or not, and instead of being sane and just asking her, you wrote a bunch of hypothetical love letters to her, all unsent and unsealed until shuri asked you out. you had given all of them to her one anniversary and to this day she cherishes them dearly.

“those are so embarrassing,” you mumble and shuri walks in the kitchen, one in hand, “‘oh shuri my love, how could i stand to live without you? this is torment, whoever is keeping us apart deserves hell,’” shuri reads aloud dramatically and you shout, threatening to throw the pepper at her. she laughs and flinches, “you were so dramatic, sithandwa, and to think i was only down the street, if anyone saw these they’d think i was out to war and couldn’t return to you,” she giggles at you and roll your eyes, face hot, “i was deeply in love with you! i hadn’t any idea what time or space was, all i knew was we were apart and it killed me,” you defend yourself and shuri comes behind you, hugging you as you continue seasoning.

“i know, my love, i’m only teasing. you know i love these, more than anything.” and you roll your eyes, her chin resting on your shoulders as you prepare the sauce. she kisses your neck, holding you close but you don’t miss her hand reaching for the book you still had out. “ay,” you slap her away again, and she sighs, “how important is a cookbook?” shuri huffs, rubbing her hand.

you snark back, “yeah, how important is a cookbook, ms. ‘i need to read it while my girlfriend is clearly cooking’. go and read something else, or — no, actually, set the table please,” you say, distracting her and shuri smiles, rolling her eyes and agreeing to do so, walking away from you and gathering dishes.

the oven goes off maybe fifteen minutes later, just as the wine sauce finishes simmering. you take a swig of pomegranate juice and sneak a bit of dark chocolate while shuri’s turned around. you gather some gloves and open the oven, pushing away the steam and opening the crock pot, admiring your work. you smile, taking the temperature of the lamb before you look back at the book and nod, perfect.

you handle the pot delicately, setting it atop the towels shuri laid out for you on the table and sighing. she turns to you and you smile, dancing with your shoulders before rushing to get the potatoes. you hear shuri’s laugh behind you and you sit the potatoes down next to the lamb, incredibly proud. she speaks first, “now, can i ask what the occasion is?”

you giggle, taking off your gloves, “once that lamb is in your mouth, you won’t even care,” you joke, but inside your stomach was twisting, it was about to happen. you got so wrapped up in cooking that you completely forgot about what you even cooking for. how would you even say it, you start to wonder as you cut the lamb, hey shuri i know you’re a vampire but it’s okay i find it hot, let’s fuck?

you hear shuri stifle a laugh while she gathers her potatoes and you blink, “what?” and she shakes her head, “nothing, love,” but you squint at her and think again, can you read my mind? shuri. shuri, shuriiii laugh if you can read my mind, shuri. shuri i want a kiss, kiss me if you can read my mind. shuri!

you watch her move, sliding past you to get some lamb and you pour some wine next to her. nothing, maybe she just had a thought. you settle, realizing you maybe should’ve read more of that book than just the sexual aspect, and you both begin to eat, shuri’s sweet, “thank you, love,” breaking your trance for a bit.

you both eat in silence, clearly enjoying the meal but you can’t help the hot pool of arousal that sits at your stomach as you think harder and harder about the latter part of the night. if all goes well, shuri’ll… shuri will.. you don’t even know and it’s so exciting, you squeeze your legs together, watching your fork move around your potatoes and you hear, “calm down, darling,” and you look up, eyebrows down.

shuri hasn’t moved, food in her mouth and eyes closed in happiness. lamb was her favorite after all, but you could’ve sworn you heard her speak just now, her voice is unmistakable and it sounded so close, so near you like she was in your head—

you glare at her, “you can read my mind!” you accuse and she blinks at you, smiling, wiping her mouth, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, y/n, why aren’t you eating?” and it’s tearing you up inside, you roll your eyes and groan, “because—! god dammit, okay, i know you’re a fucking vampire alright?! and if you’re gonna do sexy vampire things you should at least warn me!” you spew out, not even entirely meaning to but shuri raises her eyebrows at you in silence and you sit, nervous, maybe you got it wrong—

but she smiles, tucking her head a bit, “why did you wait so long to say something?” she asks, locking eyes with you and you can see now they’re slightly a different color, a deeper red that looks hypnotizing, her already dangerous eye contact making you more nervous than you already are, “i— i wanted you to tell me,” you huff, setting your fork down and finally giving her all your attention.

shuri smiles again, “more than i already practically have? your mother was a witch and you’ve been with me for four years, i thought you’d pick it up but i think last night was the closest you got to even knowing what i was, and even then you thought it was too good to be true,” she outs you and you reel at all the information she’s just given you. shuri’s been dropping hints? how many could you have missed—?

“seventeen,” she answers, eating more lamb and you huff, “don’t — don’t read my mind right now! i’m recouping,” you sigh and and she puts her hands up in defense, going back to eating. you move your legs and settle in your seat better, trying to formulate your questions. “okay so,” you start, “last night, after all that… you knew i knew?”

and shuri nods, “i thought you’d say something then, but you came so hard you wanted to sleep, i’m assuming,” she boasts and you rolls your eyes, “i wanted to do research, actually. i looked up your family this morning,” and shuri nods, silent suddenly. you speak again, “i’m sorry, by the way. i’ve told you that before but now that i know, i.. i’m really sorry, shuri,” and she nods, smiling, “thank you, love,”

you clear your thought, “but really? you’re a full fledged vampire right, like teeth and spikes and garlic and all?” and shuri laughs, and you finally get a glimpse of them, her fangs, they’re sharp but not that big and they fit her face perfectly and you want her to bite you— “yes, complete vampire love, not full fledged but yes,” and you close your legs harder, curiously tilting your head, “why not full fledged?”

shuri shrugs, “never bit anyone,” and you gape at her, mouth nearly hanging open. she shakes her head, emphasizing the point. you stammer a bit, “so— so your previous girlfriends, you guys never—?” and she shakes her head again, “they didn’t know, never told them.” you smile a bit, suddenly proud and happy you were the only one to know.

shuri laughs a bit, “yeah i heard how upset you were at that, why would i have bitten them, love?” and you shrug, not realizing that shuri’s heard your very loud thoughts for who knows how long, “i thought vampires bite their partners,” you say shyly, and shuri moves her hand sides, “sometimes, it’s not an every relationship thing. and it depends on the vampire— me, i wouldn’t waste a fang on them,” she says, a little disgusted and it makes you giggle and you feel bold and ask, “would you bite me?”

and shuri holds your eyes, almost keeping you looking at her, “in a heartbeat,” she whispers immediately back, and you lick your lips and smile, “you can,” you say back, and she nods, “i know. you’ve thought about it a lot, yeah?” she says and you nod, biting your lip and nearly squeezing your dress apart. “i’ve thought about it, too, i’m sure you can assume. i thought i was being really obvious when i would bite your lips but you never said anything so i guess not,”

you shrug a bit, “i thought you just liked my lips,” and shuri laughs, “no, i do, but like.. you’d bleed, i thought that was pretty ‘hey, i’m a vampire,’ but,” she shrugs again. you lick your lips again, “where, um.. where would you bite me?” shuri licks her lips, sitting back a bit and adjusting her top and looking at you. it feels like her eyes can see everything, everywhere apart of you and it makes you shy up even though shuri’s seen you naked, been inside you even, so it shouldn’t be this intense but it’s her eyes, they’re so deep and hypnotic it has you wanting to look away but you can’t. she speaks, “your neck, right where that mole is,” she finally says and you know what mole she’s talking about. you remember that summer shuri had been nearly obsessed with it, fucking you from behind and always having your neck in her mouth and you’d never question it.

you nod, running your fingers across the skin and still holding eye contact, “i did it mean, shuri. i want you to bite me, wherever you want, whenever you need.” you promise and you can see shuri swallow a bit, nodding and still looking at your neck. “yeah?” she asks and you nod, getting up and making your way to her side of the table, wrapping your arms around her neck once you’re in front of her, “yeah,” you whisper back, “i want it so bad, shuri. i want you to bite me and mark me up, i want everyone to know you bit me and that i’m all yours, baby,” you whine out, holding her deep eyes and you see her smile a bit, hands on your waist as she looks up and keeps your close.

she sighs a bit, collecting herself, “y/n, if i bite you .. i won’t stop,” and you lick your lips and nod, practically pushing your whole body on her upper half, “i know, love. so don’t.” you whisper back and she nods, standing suddenly and holding you taught and she finally kisses you, her teeth slashing against yours. you moan unabashedly, holding her tighter, your mind fogging over and body becoming hot.

shuri’s tongue invades your mouth before you can think, and you lick around hers right back, feeling her teeth against your tastebuds and it makes you wetter than you already are, they’re so sharp when they’re actually against you and apparently sensitive, because you hear shuri moan, squeezing at the skin of your ass and it makes you sigh, licking at them more. she pulls away, a small line of saliva connecting the two of you, “fuck,” she whispers out, and you nod, “you wanna bite me here?” you whisper back and she shakes her head, “no, no, wanna fuck you properly, love, wanna do it right,” and you lick your lips in anticipation, “yeah, yeah,” you agree and she turns you both to finally head to your bedroom and you follow her, the lamb you slaved away for left closed on the stove.

when you get to your bedroom, shuri captures your mouth again, pushing back against you and grabbing at your skin. you moan more, loving this new side of shuri, who was always so calculated in never showing you too much of her strength or pushing you now open and out, biting at your lips and letting you lick at her teeth while she grabs at you and keeps you selfishly close. it’s so good, making your poor underwear completely ruined.

shuri pulls your dress up, finding your underwear and sliding them off and slipping her fingers between your lips, adding some pressure on your clit with her fingers and holding your waist with her other hand. you pull away from her mouth and moan out, bucking against her hand and she sighs, beginning to bite at lips like she always does, but she’s not holding back now, her fangs sinking into your bottom lip and it has you tearing up, your brain fogging. you slur out, “fuckkkkkk,” and she nods behind you, pulling away and licking at your lips to get up the wet blood.

she stops touching you all together, you gasping before she practically pushes you onto the bed, you fall back with a slight push, dress pulled up and lip bruised and you look up at her. her eyes are a such a lovely deep red, her fangs are a little bloody and sticking out of her mouth, they look bigger and you remember you had read that— fangs can increase in length once in contact with blood.

she’s back on top of you in an instant, kissing at your neck and opening your legs which you do instinctively, moaning once you feel her run her fangs against your collarbone. you groan, “shuri, please.. just bite me, baby, i can take it,” you sigh out, head back and presenting your neck for her to see. shuri sighs and pulls away to look deep in your eyes, “you’re really sure? because we’ll be bonded for a long time after, baby,” she says, holding your deep gaze.

bonded. bonded. bonded, the word rings in your fogged brain and you nod breathlessly, tilting your head once more and presenting the skin. you hear shuri sigh out a curse, holding the side of your face with one hand while the other holds yours that’s on the bed. she kisses at your neck, sucking slightly, something you knew vampires had to do to get the blood to one area, and it makes you moan, pushing up towards her mouth.

shuri takes a step away from you, sighing, before she opens her mouth again, the ends of her fangs poking at your neck and you gasp, gripping the sheets, anxious. you breathe slowly, remembering what the book said to do; breathe, relax, and wait.

and you do. then you feel it.

shuri’s teeth sink into your skin, breaking the surface layer there and piercing you like a needle. you gasp out a deep moan of her name, and jerk. she holds you close, before you feel her entire fangs in your neck, she starts to suck. you moan, “fuck, baby…” a blissful sound to shuri’s ears, who happily takes all that you have to offer, sucking unabashedly now that the small discomfort you felt is gone. she holds you tighter, squeezing your waist and hands as you sink lower and lower into the bed.

you start to feel dizzy, moaning and panting softly, holding the back of her head and you try to remember what the book said, if it gets too much, let your vampire partner know and they will stop. your health comes first.

and you know it does, but the lightheadedness feels like a fucking drug, shuri’s so close and she smells so fucking good, and you can tell she’s happy, feeding off of you and getting everything she needs and it turns you on, but you can feel yourself slipping away. you moan, “shuri,” it comes out slurred and she moans back, just as dizzy as you are. your eyelids feel heavy and your breathing is slowed, “fuck, fuck, baby, i— unngff, i can’t..” you whimper out, grabbing at her coils and she gets the hint, slowly stopping and taking her fangs out, sitting up to look at you, mouth bloody and eyes wide. she holds your face, “you okay?” she pants out breathlessly, and you nod, falling back on the bed and sighing.

shuri comes above you, kissing your face and thanking you as you recoup. she comes to your neck and kisses the swollen spot there, and you jerk and moan at the sensitivity of it. “thank you, baby, taste so good,” she mumbles against the skin, spreading your legs with her hands and rubbing up your thighs. you’re dizzy and high in arousal and shuri takes full advantage of your state, slipping off your dress and cupping your breasts in her hands, her cold skin making contact with yours.

you moan, “shuri,” you sigh out sweetly and she laughs a bit, leaning over your face and licking her blooded lips, “you okay, baby?” and you nod, hooking your arms around her and kissing her, tasting your own blood against her fangs and moaning. the pain had completely subsided now, thanks pomegranate, and you feel all of your senses come fully back to you, wanting her to bite you again.

she pulls away, “can i taste you again?” she whispers, looking down and you nod, getting the hint, whispering back, “like i said, whenever you want,” and she smiles, bright teeth out and all and it’s a fucking sight, it makes you gasp.

she kisses down your body, moving you out of your underwear and handling your thighs. shuri wastes no time, spreading your legs and biting at your thighs, not leaving a mark but biting none the less. you sigh, your neck aching in a delicious pain that has you moaning when you turn your head against the pillows. she opens you up, sighing at the sight of your leaking pussy and it causes you moan, feeling her huff against your lips. shuri’s always had a fetish for eating you out and you moan at nothing, thrusting your pussy towards her and she shushes you, “oh baby, i know,” she says cruelly and you sigh, sliding your eyes closed.

she finally leans forward, licking up the leaking slick from your lips all the way to your clit and you gasp out in surprise, moaning once she comes to your clit and kisses it softly, sucking and keeping your legs open, you feel your thighs flex under her hands and she uses her strength to keep you open. she sucks harder at your moans, moving her tongue all around your pussy and licking up everything she can. your back arches, holding on to her hands and squeezing, “mhhhgggffffuckkk—!” you moan out loudly and she hums against you, you can hear her in your own head, “let it all out my love,” she’s encouraging and you groan, biting your lips and making the bruises there leak a bit.

she moves one of her hands and slides her middle finger inside slowly, twisting against your walls and making you buck, “fuck, oh fuck, shuriii— right, right there, oh—!” and she keeps up the pace, adding her index finger and holding you still to attack your g-spot with her other hand. you jerk, thighs twitching and you feel your orgasm start to flow through your body, pussy gushing and leaking more and more as shuri’s mouth continues to suck on your clit. you gasp out a small, “cum— cumming, cumming baby—” but shuri’s not worried about it one bit, sucking and unrelenting. you toss your head back and feel yourself squeeze around shuri’s fingers, clit pushing against her tongue and you moan loudly, cumming hard against her mouth.

shuri takes it all, sucking you and making some filthy noises as you come down from your high, whining in overstimulation once you feel it subside. she kisses your clit and you shake, moaning and trying to get away from her mouth before she moves to your thighs and bites you again, sucking at the skin there and you groan, feeling her fangs pierce you again and it makes you twitch, hands gripping against her coils.

this time is a lot faster, she sucks with ease and comes up, slightly bloody and fangs still leaking. she kisses you, dazed and high as much as you are, and you accept, sighing against her lips. she pulls away, sighing and looking deep in your eyes. she smiles, “you alright, baby?” and it’s genuine but you feel fuzzy, shuri’s mouth is nearly dripping with both your cum and blood it’s making your head fog up. she runs her fingers against her lips, and asks again, this time you decide to respond, “yeah, yeah, i’m okay. i’m— fuck, shuri, i’m dizzy,” you admit, eyes closing and she nods, leaning down and kissing your face, “you wanna slow down, then?”

and you shake your head, spinning and closing your eyes, “no, no no baby, please please fuck me, please —” you stammer out and she kisses you to mainly shut you up, youre absolutely rambling and her mouth calms you. you sigh against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and moving against her, your body aching in the sweetest ways.

she pulls away, sighing, “yeah, i’ll fuck you baby,” and you nod, leaning up to kiss her again but she pulls away, getting up to get her strap and you sigh, licking your lips and missing her.

you blink, and wonder for a bit, “shuri,” you call and she responds in the closet, “since we’re bonded, can i read your mind now?” and you hear her laugh a bit, coming back with lube and her strap, boxers and sports bra on.

she shakes her head, looking you up and down and likely admiring her work. “no, it doesn’t work like that, baby,” she laughs out, settling on top of you and smiles, “and i can’t read your mind exactly, you just have very loud thoughts, i can hear you is all,” and you turn your head, curious. “how loud?” you ask and she adjusts herself, opening the lube and thinking, her fang peering out from her mouth a bit and your mouth salivates. “loud. you always want my attention,” she says, lining up against you and you gasp a bit, spreading your legs, moving some of your cum around with the strap and sliding her fingers against the bite mark and rubbing it.

you moan at the stimulation, opening your legs wider and sighing, “shuri, shuri, please,” you whine and she nods, leaning forward and you feel her enter you slow and deep and it makes your back arch, a deep moan settling in your chest. shuri leans down and kisses at the skin there, holding your waist and guiding her dick deeper, sighing against your chest, “fuck, y/n,” and you nod in agreement once she pressed against you completely, all the way inside you.

shuri leans up after settling for a bit, kissing you and opening your mouth with her tongue. you feel her teeth graze against yours again and it makes you moan, moving your hips and wanting her to start. she gets the hint, pulling out and stirring back inside, and you moan right against her mouth, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. she bites at your lips once more and it makes you smile, moaning in her mouth as her thrusts pick up.

you sigh and separate, shuri holding on to the sheets below to continue thrusting, angling harder until— “umgffffuccckkk, shuri, oh fuck—!” and she nods, keeping her sick there and pressing harder, moving back against you and using her hands to lift your hips up and angling better. you can see her bite at her own lips, “right there, yeah?” and you nod, hands grabbing at the sheets as she continues. shuri picks up her pace, gripping at your thighs and leaving imprints and bruises that you know will be there later and it makes you moan, tossing your head back and opening your neck, the mark there aching.

you whine when you feel your stomach stir, your orgasm in the back of your brain but not quite there, “shuri, shuri, fuck, bite— bite me, please, need it, baby, please—” you slur out, begging, and shuri sighs, rubbing against your legs and moving her hand to add pressure to your lower stomach and thrusting harder, “fuck! fuck, fuck, please please, shuri PLEASE, need it need you—!” and you’re reaching up for her now, moving against her thrusts and begging and shuri leans down and finally bites you again, teeth sinking right back into the spot they were earlier on your neck and your orgasm pushes through you full force with no warning. you body stills against her thrusts and you gasp out silently, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as you cum on her dick, thigh twitching.

she haults her assault as you come down, more enamored with your neck now that anything and it makes you squeal out moans, holding on to her coils with a heavy hand as she sucks against you more and more. she lets you go with a soft call of her name and pulls out, both teeth and strap, and you shudder as she leans up and looks at you. shuri smiles while you twist around, trying to calm your body down and she holds your pliant legs open to see your pussy, leaking and milky white, “fuck, love,” she whispers and sighs, running her fingers through your lips and you gasp, not even able to move away from her, you’re so weak.

she stops, leaning down to kiss at your thighs and rub against the skin, “you alright, sthandwa?” she asks and you nod, eyes still shut and trying to process where you are. she chuckles a bit, coming up to your mouth and kissing, teeth sensitive against yours. “can you lay on your stomach for me?” she whispers against them and you sigh, nodding, your body already ready to go again just at hearing her voice.

you move slowly and shuri helps you, encouraging you and kissing you all the way. she knows you’ve lost a lot of blood and your body is weak, so she’s patient and sweet much like she always is. when you’re finally on display, ass out and pussy gleaming, she settles behind you sighing, spreading you open and rubbing her dick against your entrance. you sigh, bucking a bit, and she soothes over your skin and shushes you, “last time, okay love? you’re doing so good for me, baby, just relax,” and you nod, the praise and love all you need to keep going.

she pushes in, sliding deep inside you with ease and you gasp, mouth hanging and a low moan leaving your chest. you find the sheets between your fingers and shuri comes up to your neck, kissing the skin there and holding you taught. it doesn’t take her long to start a harsh pace, and your eyes weld up as they usually do after going for so long and you whimper, “sh—shuri— shuri, fuckkkkk—” and shuri nods against you, kissing your cheek and holding your hand against the sheets. she knows by now your brain has become absolute mush, she’s fucked into for so long that you can’t keep up, “i know baby, you can take it though, right? be my good girl and take it okay?” and you nod, tears spilling over and your stomach feeling full.

shuri’s thrust become sloppy after a couple of moments and you have just enough thought to know, she’s about to cum. and you grind your ass back against her since your words don’t work, moaning and crying unabashedly out for her and she gets it, “want me to cum inside you, yea? you want it, baby, the say it for me, okay love?” and you gasp out, eyes in the back of your head and your body is glowing, neck aching, “shuri, shuri, fuck, fuck—! please baby, please please cum inside me, bite me, fuck me, make me yours shuri, i— i can’t, i need it, shuri—!”

shuri groans at the sounds your making, leaning down again and finding another spot on your neck to bite down on. she does so your orgasms washes over you once more, she still thrusting and finally cumming herself, and you moan, high pitched and all the way in the air as everything happens all at once. shuri holds you close, her palms making bruises in your hips and she stirs and cums against you.

after a moment, shuri let’s go, teeth releasing your neck and strap sliding out, cum leaking out and your pussy pulses, missing her already. she huffs, turning you slowly kissing you deeply, your blood on her mouth making you dizzy. you fall against the sheets and she falls with, mouths still connected and she’s still holding your hand, squeezing and making sure you’re still all there with her.

you move away first, sighing, “cho—chocolate,” you whimper out and shuri frowns, confused, “do.. do you want some?” she wonders and you sigh, deciding instead to think loudly i need some, my blood is low, and shuri thankfully hears you, letting out an “ohhh,” and getting up, rubbing your back and butt a few times before skipping to the kitchen and getting the bar you had hid behind the ‘cookbook’.

she comes back with water, chocolate, and the book, and settles it all next to you, helping you sit up properly and kissing your hands with soft thank you’s. she scurries to the bathroom, quickly and gets a warm rag and takes off everything, putting on a bit shirt instead, and coming back to lay next to you. you immediately lay next to her, sighing and eating your chocolate slowly, body weak and mind numb.

shuri kisses against your cheeks and holds you close, cutting off the lamp and dabbing your makes with the warm rag so they don’t swell and you moan softly, the skin still sore and aching. she shushes you and you accept it, still not as verbal as you want to be but you think it, “thank you, i love you, i love you, shuri i love you,” and shuri laughs and says it back out loud, kissing you softly.

you look up before your eyes drift and smile, leaning up to kiss her deeply and your loud thoughts make her smile against your lips.

the next morning, shuri’s making sure you have everything you need to recuperate, always by your side in case you faint or get lightheaded which, according to her, happens more than you think. but you feel fine, a slight ache but your body is up and moving, just a little sore like your girlfriend bit and fucked you.

you ask her a bunch of questions the next day too, mostly out of curiosity. you’re having breakfast in the garden, her shades on and coat hugging her body. “can you turn into a bat?” and shuri laughs, “no, i can’t other some other families can but not mine,”

you think, “what does my blood taste like?” and shuri thinks, swallowing her food, “sweet. like cherries. which is interesting,” and you cock your head so she continues, “well, your lips don’t, those taste like sugar. but you overall taste like cherries. you’re just very sweet, baby,” and you giggle, shy and proud at the same time.

you think, “how long are we bonded for?” and she responds, “6 months, then we do it again in the summer,” and you gasp at her, “wait, so that one summer, you bonded with me and didn’t think to tell me?!” and shuri lowers her eyebrows, thinking, “what summer—? oh! no, i was just on my cycle. i told you that was what it was, remember?”

and you think, sighing, “yes, but i thought you were joking. plus i looked it up, vampire don’t get periods,” and she nods, “no, but we do get cycles. usually it’s just being horny, and it does happen over the winter, like next week, but it can be offset by a partner,” and you nod, drinking, so the book wasn’t lying.

and shuri laughs a bit, “yeah that book is pretty great, i’m happy your mom left it for you,” and you huff, “you knew about that too? how much did you know?” and shuri smiles, “i told you, you have very loud thoughts, i knew most of what you were going to do before you even did it. i specifically waited until you got to the chapter about mating to ask for your wallet, i knew it would throw you,” and you roll your eyes, “whatever, i should be able to read your mind as compensation,”

and she shrugs and laughs, “i’ll just tell you what i’m thinking all the time, hmm? that seem fair?”and you smile, shrugging, “yeah, i guess so,” and shuri smiles with you, teeth out and proud and it makes you smile a bit harder, feeling the ache on your neck settling there.

THERE YOU GOOOOO FUCK! that took so long lol i posted that synopsis like a month ago so y’all thank you for the patience i really appreciate it sm!!! y’all are amazing and i love you

anyways i hope you enjoyed, please reblog and leave replies! mwah mwah have a good one! AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!❣️❣️👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

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LEMONADE ✨ || Shuri x Black! Fem Reader ( prologue )

pairing — producer! shuri udaku x black! fem reader

summary — in which the kingdom of wakanda is known for being the most advanced nation in the entire world, a nation that made as many technological advancements as it pumped out incredible musical artists. the nation’s princess, shuri udaku, was only twenty two and already was one of the world’s greatest producers with producing and writing credits that made her indispensable. when american singer is in the middle of a messy breakup with her boyfriend of seven years, her mentor cashes in a favor with king t’challa, a favor that puts his twenty two year old little sister to work as the producer of y/n’s latest project. only issue? shuri udaku was not in the mood to put up with a snobby heartbroken american girl. or at least she isn’t until she lays eyes on y/n.

chapter summary — growing up in the public eye meant you knew a thing or two about publicity stunts. dating a guy like rakeem ( known affectionately as lil rza, by his fans ) meant that you knew a shit ton about avoiding bad press. he was your husband, and had been for six months, not even to count for the fact that you'd been his girlfriend since you were seventeen years old. rumors of cheating happened to everyone, especially black couples in hollywood. the only issue is that these rumors are looking more and more plausible, especially based off the way he and one of your backup dancers keep cutting up. performing at a roc nation event, you're meant to keep your focus on the moment of your life, instead you're dealing with your man's wandering eye, and the constant judgement of this random chick from wakanda.

series warnings — smut (18+), thigh riding, fingering, tribbing, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, oral ( reader + shuri receiving ), sweet n slow sex! sappy shuri! sappy reader! reader is literally a cry baby but has a sharp tongue. shuri is more laid back but can be mean when she tries hard enough. Shuri’s father is dead but her mother and brother are alive ( at first ) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! strap slinger! shuri, spitting, squirting, description of cum, grinding, lap dances, cheating ( in the sense that reader’s technically still with her ex while she’s pursuing shuri ), mentions of past! cheating and emotional & mental abuse, reader’s ex is sometimes aggressive, shuri is an asshole to reader at first. reader pretends to be a bitch but is actual a giant softy. enemies to lovers core, past! shuriri, reader is a little insecure about romance and relationships, slightly inexperienced shuri! angst, alternate universe where there’s no superpowers.

chapter warnings — language, religious talk ( in the sense that reader prays to God ) mean! shuri, condescending shuri!, reader is a perfectionist, mentions of the illuminati ( but briefly ), mentions of miscarriages, cheating ( so i guess smut? ) raheem is an asshole, semi- questionable age gap between reader + raheem, the performance is based off the 2006 BET awards performance of 'Deja Vu', as well as Freakum Dress

inspiration —the entirety of beyonce + chloe bailey's catalog. each chapter will be surrounded around some specific performance ( or song )

requested?: noooo, i just really really love shuri udaku.

author’s note: i am sorry it's taken me so long to release new works. i've been so busy this week, and i really hate giving you guys sloppy, hardly put together works. i like to take my time i hope my most recent works have reflected the time i've put into all of this. i really enjoy writing for black panther, it's something i didn't feel comfortable with doing back in 2018, just because wattpad is not very welcoming of black centered pieces unless they're "white woman focused" or "urban", tumblr has been such a breath of fresh air for me, and i can't thank y'all enough for rocking with me.

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"D'you think that we have time to run it through one more time?" you've got one foot up on the black chair, eyebrows raised as you stared down the choreographer. JaQuel was mulling it over clearly, hands perched on his hips. He snickers quietly, body dropping to the side before he pops back up. "Do you want to?" he asks, and you think it’s a silly question. Of course you wanted to run it through again. You’d run it through one hundred more times if you could.

"Y'all been working y'all asses off." he finishes his statement. It’s a nice compliment, but you can't accept it. "I think it definitely looks better than the hot ass mess it was earlier, but I think there's room for improvement." you shake your head, locs bouncing up under your scarf. You were sweating and truthfully your feet were starting to cry in the heeled dance shoes. You’d been up and on them since three that morning and it was going on seven in the evening.

You were well past twelve hours in practice. Of course JaQuel didn’t need to know that, he’d send you home for trying to overwork yourself unhealthily. He laughs aloud, and you're not sure what's funny. This performance was the biggest of your career so far. You'd be singing some of Beyonce's biggest hits in front of some of the biggest acts in the entire world. This performance had to be letter perfect. It could make or break the entirety of your solo career. It was the main source of your stress, and JaQuel of all people should’ve known that.

"We still have access to the stage for another forty-five minutes." Shelly, the building manager mumbles to JaQuel. "That's perfect. We can go again." you clap your hands together. "You is a mini-Bey if anybody had to be." he points to you and you accept the compliment. You admired Bey's drive, she was one of the most dedicated artists you'd ever met. She put a lot of faith behind you, you weren't about to let her vouch for you come in vain. You were gonna shut shit down.

“Alright, five minute break, then we back out there." JaQuel claps his hands. "And I mean full out." he clarifies. "That's all I know." you grin. "Alright, let me see that monster on the stage, babygirl." with that JaQuel heads off and you sigh. “Don’t stress yourself out, you’re doing great.” Shelly offers and you smile gratefully. She wasn’t a performer, but she was trying to understand this side of the things. You could give her grace.

Truthfully you were a bit scatter brained because Raheem had hardly shown up to rehearsal and when he did he joked his way through his verse, eyes and hands draped around one of your back up dancers. Sarai, she was a pretty thing, model tall, with a fat ass, and titties that sat high. She had piercings in both nostrils, and a septum. A piercing through her belly button, and two matching ones on her nipples. She wore nothing but designer, and she could dance her ass off.

It was the main reason you couldn’t fire her. That and she was signed to Roc Nation. So it wasn’t like you were even actually her boss, you had her on a loan. Your eyes scan over the entirety of the room, as if drawn by your inner turmoil, you find Sarai. Killing the fuck out of the “Cut it” dance break. The music was playing on her pill, blaring and shuddering under each precise slide of her feet. The other dancers were gassing her heavily, circling her like she was the star of the night.

You don’t want to sound like a hater, but you do in fact hate her. You hate the way she stole everyone’s attention, especially Raheem’s. Even more than that you hated her persona. She showed herself to be sweet and oblivious, as if she had no clue she was flirting down with your actual husband every chance she got. It was sickening. But she wasn’t the issue, Raheem was. He didn’t respect you, and any time you made mention of how loose he was with his flirtations, he’d call you paranoid or insecure. You were neither.

“She be killing that shit.” You tense immediately, eyes crossing before you turn to face your younger sister. Her lips were pursed and you knew there was something smart just waiting to come out. “She use them same moves on Raheem?” She asks and there it is. Your sister had never been fond of Raheem. she thought he was too old for you, she thought he wasn’t good enough for you. She thought he was a wannabe, and she thought he was a good digger. “Can you lower your voice, please?” You hiss and she holds her hands up in defense. “I ain’t here to blow up your spot.” She sighs.

“Just wanted to see how rehearsals were going.” She reroutes and you relax slightly. Your sister meant a lot to you, and her opinion of the things you did mattered. "JaQuel thinks I'm overdoing it, but this shit gotta be perfect tomorrow." you explain. "Yeah, but make sure you taking care of yourself. You know how you get when you overwork yourself." S/N chastises and you groan. "You'd understand if you was in my spot, the whole world already loves you." you remind her. "They love you too." she denies. "And if they don't, they will after tomorrow." she offers.

"Not if this shit isn't tight. Which is why I gotta cut this conversation short, we've only got forty minutes before we gotta clear out, and I have to go through this routine again." you tell her and she hums. "Remember to have fun, Y/N." she reminds you and you keep it in mind. "Thanks." you muster, before you turn and clap your hands loudly, garnering the attention of the rest of the dancers. "Can we huddle up real fast?" you ask and they make their way towards you.

A large half circle forms, and S/N steps back to make more space for the principal dancers. You clasp your hands together in front of you, rocking on the balls of your feet. "I just wanna say thank you for working y'all asses off the last few weeks. A lot of y'all already signed to a major label, some of y'all have already seen stages I could only hope to." you start. "And the time you've put into this performance is not something I take lightly. Y'all are some kickass motherfuckers." the group erupts into laughter at this, and you smile.

"And maybe this is all because you want to show out in front of Beyonce, whatever your motive is, I appreciate you for showing up and putting in work day after day. We got forty minutes left of the night, and tomorrow it's curtains." you exhale. "I want y'all to perform this shit like the world was ending and you ain't have nothing to lose." you plead and it earns you a few hoots and hollers. "Can y'all do that?" you question. "Hell yeah!" it's a collective decree.

"That's what I like to hear." you snap your fingers. "Before we break, let's do a quick little prayer to wrap this up." you say and like clockwork the team locks hands, heads bowing. "Father God, thank you for this opportunity set ahead of us." you begin and you truly mean it. You're thankful. "Thank you for this team, thank you for this chance to go out and do what we're called to do. I ask that you cover us against any sickness, disease, any breaks, splits, sprains, allat." you chuckle and the dancers laugh along. "I thank you for the camaraderie.

I thank you for the community, I thank you for the hearts of these people for this goal. I thank you for the opportunity to lead, and for giving me the grace to do it well. I thank you for giving these artists servant's hearts, and I pray that all their own dreams and aspirations be filled in every capacity. Let us feel it when we dance, allow us to let it all out and leave everything out on the stage." you inhale. "Thank you for your hand, and for the call. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen." you finish. "Amen." they croon in response, and the circle dwindles.

"Well, no point in standing around. You heard the girl, let's go and fuck some shit up!" Courtney, one of your favorite dancers exclaims, and the crew claps, more hoots and shrieks echoing in the air. You feel on cloud nine, excitement bubbling up to the surface. Even as Sarai gives you a sharp glance, nose turned up as she gave you a once over. You don't want to let it ruin your mood, so instead you turn and head to grab your water bottle. After tomorrow she would be nothing more than a distant memory. You could make it.

"First to arrive, last to leave." the southern accent that calls for you makes your skin light up. You'd never gotten past the stage of respectful intimidation with your mentor. It didn't matter how long you knew her, you'd constantly be in awe of the type of individual she was. You turn around and you're met with the sight of baby blonde tresses that cascade down the woman's shoulders. "Just tryna make sure all of this is great for tomorrow." you admit and your legs are shaking. "Come on now, don't tell me you're nervous." her voice is like honey, and she appraises you closely. "I'm always nervous." you chuckle, and your laugh is vibrant and bubbly and Bey laughs too.

"But it's something else." she says it matter-of-factly, and her hair falls in her face as she lets her head tip to the side. "It's not." you let your head shake and you chuckle even more to try and make it more believable. "I see exactly what your mama meant about you not being able to lie, that was terrible." Bey's laugh makes you smile, and you still can't really believe on of your idols was so comfortable with you that y'all were chatting so casually. "Okay, honestly, I'm thinking about Ra." you say and the look that crosses Bey's face isn't one you're quite able to place. "Lil Rza?" she says his name distastefully and it makes you snort. "Yeah, that one." you answer with a sigh.

The rest of the dancers had cleared out, including Sarai, and you'd hated that you brimmed with fury at the sight of her swishing hips. She was more woman that you could hope to be, sure you had a body of your own, an ass that was grabbable, tits that could keep hands warm, but Sarai was effortlessly stunning and she was confident. Overconfident, but confident nonetheless. She shined on the dance floor and she held Rakeem's attention in a way that you hadn't since you guys first started messing around. "What happened?" she pries, and it gives you the floor to let the floodgates bust open.

"How do you know when the person you love is being unfaithful?" you ask quietly. “How can you tell when it’s the truth versus when it’s all in your head cause you’re insecure?” You ask and Beyoncé scrutinized you briefly. She sighs deeply, shoulders falling, posture sagging just briefly. There was something that brimmed in her eyes… remorse? Grief? Regret? You couldn’t pinpoint it. “Why do you ask?” Is how she starts and you’re not sure how much you could really divulge. There were still boundaries you weren’t ready to cross with her. She was still your boss before anything else.

“Uh…” you shake your head suddenly. “Doesn’t matter.” And she moves to chastise you, but she doesn’t have the chance to say a word, because you suddenly have a growing audience. Shawn enters first, with all the swag Jay-Z is known for, trailed by T'Challa Udaku, King of Wakanda, richest man in the world, and musical genius. To the right of them both is a younger girl with box braids. She's preoccupied with the beads on her wrist, but she has swag all on her own, she commands attention, and boy does she suddenly have all of yours.

“We interrupting?" Shawn asks and you immediately shake your head. "No." you answer and Bey's eyes snap to you. She frowns, eyebrows creasing, but she says nothing. "I should go, I gotta be up early for soundcheck tomorrow." you try to take your leave, but Bey calls for you. "Wait, Y/N." you let your hands clench up at your side, your nerves spiking all the more under the appraisal of three public figures.

The girl still hasn't looked up and you're not sure if it's deliberate. "T'Challa, this is Y/N. She's my artist." Bey speaks, and T'Challa turns to you fully, hand extended. "It's a pleasure to meet you." his accent is thick, it's regal, it fits his title. "Nice to meet you. I've heard all of your artists. Your ear for music is untouched." you don't mean to sound like a fan and you see the way his shadow scowls. It makes you flinch, why? You're not sure, but being judged by this girl makes your chest tighten in a way that was uncustomed to you.

“You're familiar?" he asks. "Anybody that wants to be somebody is familiar with you. Wakanda, the music making capital of the entire world. Who doesn't know that?" you ask and Bey looks proud and that's what matters. "You're the star act of tomorrow, right?" he asks and you look to both Shawn and Bey. You hadn't thought of it that way. You were just one of many acts on the roster. You could go out there and give it your all and still be drowned under the swarm of other artists.

"She's the one we're looking forward to." Shawn answers for you and you're shook all over again. "She been in the vault for a minute, but she's hungry. She got that fire in her." he compliments and it warms you up. You didn't spend much time around Shawn, he was more of a quiet observer, but to be validated by someone like Jay-Z? It was trippy as hell, something you'd never quite get over. It makes you feel better about your skills, makes you feel even better about all the work you'd put in all of your life.

"Is she performing with her oaf of a boyfriend?" the girl finally speaks, and you see that she gives Shawn and Bey her full attention. You, she doesn't even glance at. You're not sure why that bothers you, but it does. It stirs up, sits underneath your bones, and you feel like flailing your arms, screaming look at me. Because you want her to look at you. You want her to think that you're important to. You want respect from this girl, bad. "You can ask me directly." you say and her eyes flicker to your briefly, boredly. Her clearer dismissal stings. Sizzles and you resist the urge to fall into a toddleresque tantrum, because who the fuck did she think she was acting like this?

"And he's not an oaf." you add, and you hate that you sound so hostile, but who was she to speak on your man like that? You were overprotective, especially because the entire world seemed to have opinions on who you were with. "And he's not my boyfriend, we're actually married, so correct yourself." you add and Bey's smirk is smug as she looks between the two of you. T'Challa's eyes are closed and he's heaving a sigh, head shaking disappointedly. Classic Shuri to start a fight.

“Right." the girl cuts her eyes at you briefly, dark brown irises drawing you in like a hypnotist. “Is she performing with her oaf of a husband?" she recites her question with the same amount of disrespect and dismissal. It makes you want to strangle her, you suddenly hate her guts. "He's not an oaf." you repeat, more firm. She looks to you again. "Well he's hardly a real person. His persona's already been done. He's a junior to a man that's not even his father." Shuri says with a grunt. "He doesn't even know if he wants to be Rza or Jay-Z." she smirks a little smugly at the way you start to falter. She got you there.

“His rap career is a farce, if he didn't have ghost riders, he'd be a relic." she spits and you scowl. "Who the hell even are you?" you grunt and her eyebrow's, which are perfectly arched, jump up as she narrows her eyes at you. T'Challa reaches out and wraps an arm around her shoulder, "This is my younger sister, Shuri." he says and he subtly pinches her. The way she flinches makes you feel triumphant. That feeling suddenly washes away when you clock T’Challa’s introduction. "Wait, sister?" you look back at Bey, who's still watching both you and Shuri.

"The crazy talented producer?" you say and Shuri wiggles her fingers sarcastically. "But you're a kid." you don't mean to sound so condescending. "I'm twenty one years old, correct yourself." she mocks you and you let your mouth slam shut. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re just not what I expected you to be.” Your mouth is moving faster than your brain. “So then what were you expecting?” Her face holds a challenge and you feel like an asshole. “Maybe someone that was less of an asshole.” You say and that gets a reaction out of her. Her scowl cracks, and a flicker of regret washes over her face.

“I’m sorry about her.” T’Challa speaks to you specifically. “She’s not used to being out of her lab.” He says and you turn to Bey again. She’s humming lowly, still looking between you and Shuri. "Yo, it's a party happening in here?" it's Raheem that saves you from your sudden embarrassment. "No party." Shawn denies head shaking. When Raheem is close enough to touch, Shawn daps him up, their hands clapping crisply. "Yo, who's the chick with the death stare and the exclusives?" Raheem points to Shuri.

His eyes then flicker down to her $5000 shoes. Shawn inhales deep, eyes flickering to his wife, who seems to understand. "She's a producer. One of the top in the world, right now." Bey replies, and she shoots a glance over at Shawn. "She looks so young though." Raheem says dismissively. Shuri's eyes flicker to you. "I'm pretty good at doing things others my age can't." she says and you roll your eyes. "But top in the world? Who have you worked with?" Raheem quizzes and you want to tell him to hush. "Better question is who haven't I worked with." Shuri retorts dryly. "A lot of your favorite artists." she hums.

"And you as well." she adds and you're embarrassed for him. Even more embarrassed of the way Shuri's eyes find you and she looks so smug. You didn't even know this girl, so for her to come out of no where and regard you with such disdain, it was getting under your skin. "I think your last project was 85% me." she smirks proudly and the three older individuals in the room seem to notice the way this conversation was leaning. "Word." is all Raheem can say. There's a beat, a moment, before he finally notices you amidst the others.

“What's up, shawty?" it's the way he normally greets you, and while usually it doesn't bother you, somehow right now, in front of Shuri, it's the worst thing. Maybe because she was already judging you and you hated it. He throws a heavy arm around your waist, squeezing affectionately as he pulls you closer to him. "No offense, but don't y'all got a kingdom and shit to run? What y'all doing in Los Angeles?" Raheem was unclassy as ever, but T'Challa doesn't seem fazed. In fact, Shawn nor Bey look vexed by his presence.

The only person that seems more bothered than you is Shuri, who's not hiding her scowl at all. "We were actually in talks with T'Challa about pairing Y/N up with Shuri." Bey speaks and Shuri snorts. "Me?” You squeak and she nods. “It makes some sense, don’t you think?” She asks and you look to Shuri. “What? So she can write more music like treat me, yeah?" she demands and your eyes snap to her. "I'm sorry?" you demand. "That song's not even out yet?" you turn to Bey.

"The leaks." she sighs and you crumble. You'd spent so much time curating your singles, wanting them to go out in a specific order, in a order that told a story. someone had stolen that from you. "It's all over the internet." she says dully. You feel like hyperventilating. "Y/N." Bey starts and you're shaking your head. "It's fine." you wave her off. "Treat me's good." you correct her snide remark. "I mean, sure, it's fine. For an artist like you" she says and it smacks you clean across the face.

Yeah, you officially hated Shuri Udaku of Wakanda.

You probably always would.

"Kwanele, Shuri." T'Challa hisses and Shuri huffs. "I’m just saying.” She says and she doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that she’d just hurt your feelings. You look to Raheem, expecting something, but all he does is shrug. Useless as shit. “Excuse me." you nod your head towards Bey and Shawn. You were emotional, your mother had often scolded you for the way you allowed people to so easily have an affect on your emotions. You’d never quite got a lock on them, so here you were on the verge of a full blown meltdown. But you weren't about to break down in front of Jay-Z, Beyonce, and T'Challa.

“Y/N." you're not sure exactly who it is that's calling after you, but your feet are carrying you out of the room. The rehearsal space is a short walk to the nearest lounge, so that's where you go. You let the large doors clatter behind you and you furiously rub at your face. You knew that criticism came with the job. You had to get thicker skin. But you had been proud of Treat Me, excited about releasing it.

For Shuri to think you were an artist of little substance? It shattered all of your feelings, especially because the entire world knew who Shuri was. The 21 year old genius girl that at fourteen produced her first real track. She had writing credits that swam circles around your catalog. She was the real deal, and she was younger than you. She made you look like a joke. You're certain that's why the tears wont stop. That coupled with the way Raheem hadn't even defended you.

You probably looked pathetic to all of them, what with the way you'd almost chewed Shuri's head off correcting her on his behalf. You were stressed, too stressed. But all that mattered was making it through the next day, making it to the performance of your life. You're trying not to sob, the walls were paper thin and the last thing you needed was someone stumbling in on you looking pathetic. The door opens anyway, and you're quick to jump up from the lounge chair, hands dragging over your eyes as Sarai steps in.

“Oh, Sarai." you say her name in surprise. "You in here crying?" she asks and you shake your head in denial, even as you sniffle. "Allergies." the worst lie. "Oh, so you doing crack?" Sarai challenges as she lets the doors shut, moving towards one of the open stalls. "What the fuck?" you exclaim. "What? I heard a lot of Illuminati motherfuckers use that shit to make 'em perform good." she calls over her shoulder.

"I'm not in the fucking Illuminati, and I'm not on crack." you correct, your voice gives a little wear, and you're sure you look insane as fuck. "Oh, don't shoot the messenger, girl." she answers. There's a beat while she uses the restroom, and you're trying to get yourself together. You cross towards the sink, splashing water on your face as she poke and prod at where your face would want to swell. A moment later, Sarai's done and she exists, moving to wash her hands.

"A little note, you should move a little crisper during the breakdown. You'll actually be singing live, not on a track, people can tell when an artist can't really sing." Now why in the fucking world did everyone have so much shit to say about who you were as an artist today. “You was killing it today though. It’s just a little pointer. Make your moves a little sharper so that even if your voice ain’t all that, your performance masks it.” She proceeds and you can’t tell if she’s being funny or genuinely thinks she’s being helpful.

"You know Ra's gonna be on point, you don’t wanna make him look bad, yeah? Nobody likes a stale ass couple." Sarai says and you tense. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” You mutter. Sarai smiles cheekily at you before she takes her leave and you're thrown. Ra, the nickname repeats in your head like a symphony. Nobody else called him that but his mother, it was why he'd told you to call him that. For some other bitch to be calling him Ra, it meant she was more important than he tried to make it seem. It meant that you weren't full of shit, and that pit in your gut wasn't paranoia.

“Fuck." you hiss and you're ready to cry all over again, but you don't. Instead you inhale deep and step out of the lounge. You almost jump out your skin when you spot Shuri. She's leaning against the wall across from the entrance. When she sees you she sighs and you scowl. "What are you following me around?" You ask sharply, hands ready to throw blows if it was necessary. Shuri blinks and she stands up a bit straighter. “No.” She denies firmly. She looks down the hallway as if scared someone would round the corner. “You just looked like you were about to cry.” She says and your scowl gets uglier.

“If I was do you really think I’d want you to comfort me?” You question sourly. “Well I don’t see your boyfriend here.” She mutters and you hate her all over again. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You say and she waves her hand tiredly. “You’ve been married to the guy six months, forgive me if I don’t buy your whole devoted in love act.” She says and you’re not sure why you’re even entertaining conversations with her. “It’s not an act.” You defend. “Maybe not for you.” She mutters under her breath, but you hear it all the same.

“Asshole.” You gripe and you move to pass her. That seems to bring her back to life. “Wait, wait, hang on.” She calls after you, and your feet stop instantly. It feels like a scene from Ella Enchanted the way you immediately heed her words. “Can you just give me... one second?" She pleads as you scoff. "We don't have anything to talk about." You tell her sternly. "But you stopped for me anyway.” She counters and once again you’re gobsmacked. “Don’t get any dumb ideas. I just know how important working with your brother is for Roc Nation and Parkwood. I wouldn’t want to offend the little princess.”

It’s a lie, you could hardly care about any of that, but you weren’t about to let her think she had some sort of hold on you? Fuck outta here. “Fair.” She holds her hands up slightly, feet pulling her closer to you. You feel cornered and you prepare yourself for a fight, or anything really. “I want to apologize.” She says. “Apologize?” You’re not impressed and you don’t believe her for a second. “Your big brother put you up to it? He seems like the only person that can get some respect out of you.” You clock and she rolls her eyes aggressively. “Does it matter? Just take the apology.” She huffs. You smack your teeth. “So then apologize.”

“That was it.” She says smugly and your eyebrow raises. “What?” You demand. "That was the apology." She says and you shudder, your annoyance rolling off of you in waves. “Asshole.” You repeat and you stomp off in the opposite direction of where you needed to go. You’d pick up the stuff you left behind another day. “You’re going the wrong way.” She calls after you, all you can offer is your middle finger. Her laugh shouldn’t make your stomach flutter, but it does anyway. All that proves is make you hate Shuri even more.

“So remember it’s poppoppop on the downbeat, not bopbopbop!” JaQuel’s offering last minute tips to the dancers and you’re practically buzzing with excitement. You had an hour and a half until you had to go out, and you were going out with a bang. “Has anyone seen Ra?” You ask, you could only hope he was as solid out there as Sarai swore he would be. He didn’t have to do any choreography he just had to walk out and rap along to Jay’s verse and then he was done.

Simple enough, but he was a stage hog, he might not have the decency to be mindful of your marks. It could throw off the other dancers. "Last time I seen him he was heading to his "dressing room", Ivianna's the girl that answers, and you shoot her a grateful glance. "Thanks, I'm gonna go find 'em. I'll be back for the huddle." you promise, and you clock the way Demetria and Hadassah share a look. "I'm sorry? Is there an issue?" you question, and you try to dial back the attitude.

"Nah, it's cool." Demetria gives you a once over, face pinched up in aversion. "Yeah, okay then." you give her a harsh stare right back and it makes her falter. You don't wait any longer, legs carrying you to the other side of the large venue. Raheem hadn’t come home last night until well after exhaustion had finally gripped you. When he had he’d slipped into the large bed and coaxed you awake to fuck. You’d declined instantly, you were dead tired and you were not about to stay up for some lazy side fuck that would end with you being left agitated and unsatisfied while Raheem drifted off into post coital bliss.

He was pissed with you over it. You thought that maybe you could reel him in with a quickie before the show, be a little more attentive of him, so that’s where you were headed. You get a few comments on your attire from some of the other acts, Normani gets you to stop, and you hug her tightly, arms looped around her hips as she plants kiss after kiss on your face. "You look good as hell, baby." she exclaims. "Thank you." you coo.

She's rocking you both back and forth. "Can't wait to see your set." she cheers and you feel a bit better. "Thanks, baby." you hug her a bit harder. "I gotta go find Ra, but I'll see you later, yeah?" you promise and she nods before kissing your cheek again. She lets you leave with a tug of her bottom lip and you feel blushy, because Normani was stunning and her obvious attraction towards you was a constant ego boost.

You find yourself at the door that read 'Lil Rza' in boldened letters. You tug at the knob and clock that it's unlocked. The door slips open and you see that Raheem's dressing room is huge. "Ra?" you call for him. "Baby, are you in here?" you let the door shut behind you, and your eyes are dancing from one side of the room. There's a plethora of throw chairs and lounge seats. A flat screen mounted up on the wall.

That's not what has your attention though, not really. Your ears are instead drawn to the sound of panting from in the shut bathroom. "T-Tell me again." it's a girl's voice that stops your stream of air. Her voice is so pitchy, squeaky, and is an obvious over exaggeration. You're not masochistic enough to move closer to the bathroom, but you don't really have to, because they're not being subtle. "S-Shit, shit, shit, she ain't you, baby." Raheem's voice clear as day, he was extremely vocal in bed, it was one of the things you liked most, the validation was fucking heroin straight to your veins.

" Yeah, that bitch couldn't fucking dream to be me." the girl's tone becomes more clipped, airy, as she seems to draw closer and closer to her release. You could only imagine hearing it all without the barrier of the bathroom doors. "You be thinking bout me when you under her, yeah?" she proceeds to dig the knife into your chest, as if she can tell you're right on the other side of the door, a few steps away from crumbling into nothing. "You the only one I think about." is Raheem's stern answer. And you know he means it with the way his voice gets choked up in his throat.

You're not sure what you're waiting for. Why you haven't stomped towards the bathroom and interrupted their session. Why you haven't kicked your foot through the door and screamed at him for betraying your trust. "Fuck, Rai. You so good at the shit, baby." and there it is. The final nail in the coffin. You feel the monster known as fury clawing at your insides, screeching and seething to come out. You want to unload all over her, over him, over everyone that knew. You suddenly hear Shuri's voice in your head, louder than ever, more taunting, more angry than ever.

— Maybe not for you.

Were you a joke to the entire world? Something for them to laugh and point at? Was your misery, your hurt, your husband's transgressions all a means of entertainment for them? Did you have anybody in your corner? Did you have anybody that you could trust? Your mind is running too fast, and their picking up both speed and volume in the bathroom. It takes you one second to snatch the ring off your finger. It twists as you yank at it, it aches once it's been removed. You'd jammed your finger?

You don't even register the surface pain, because the one brewing beneath the surface was suffocating you. The ring drops to the ground, a loud tinkle that you're sure is heard. If it wasn't you're certain the sound of your foot crashing through the wood of his door alerted them. You hear a panicked "Shit!", but you don't wait around to see if either of them come out. Instead you bring your leg back and kick it again, harder and harder until a large hole was left in its place.

"Shit, what the fuck are you doing?" you hear a stage manager scolding you, but you're blind to his anger. Yours is the only one you can focus on, and you don't stop kicking until a scream — a roar — erupts out of you and mixes with your tears. You're tugged from the door by someone? You can't really see exactly who's draped you in their arms. You have to clutch your stomach.

Everything hurts, hurts deep, hurts bad.

Your feet are dragging against the ground and you're certain you look insane, you're thankful no one's backstage that's not on staff. Any of these artists seeing you like this would taint you in their eyes forever. They'd label you the crazy girl, the unhinged bitch that kicked her way through private property. They wouldn't care that you'd done it because the guy you'd given seven years to was swimming in the pussy of another woman. No, they wouldn't give a shit about that at all. "Shit!" you exclaim and then you're suddenly thrashing away from the person holding you.

"Let me go, fuck!" you shriek, and the person obliges. You go flying to the floor and you hiss. "Ow! What the fuck's your problem?" you demand, and you're wiping furiously at your wet face, looking up to see the Princess of Wakanda staring down at you unimpressed. "What are you a fucking stalker?" you play up your bitchiness and Shuri rolls her eyes to the back of her head. "What are you, a fucking vandal?" you hardly expected her to have a clapback so readily available, and the curse rolling off her tongue shuts you up. She's shooting you a challenging look, daring you to argue.

Instead of responding your face crumbles and you find yourself crying all over again. Shuri's eyes widen, and she looks on either side of her to ensure the hallway was still empty. "Would you get a grip?" she demands and you swing at her like a vexed cat. She has better reflexes than you'd anticipated and you feel crazy all over again. "Did you just swipe at me?" she asks in shock. "Why the fuck are you even here? Bothering me, following me around, why don't you just leave me the fuck alone." your rant is hardly harsh especially because your tears are back and they're joined by hiccups.

"I'm so stupid." you trill and you suck snot back up into your skull as your mouth drops open more sobs escaping you. "Alright, alright, enough of this." Shuri crouches down in front of you. "You need to pull it together, you go on in an hour." she reminds you and you'd forgotten all about your performance. "I'm not performing." you say simply, it was only fair. "Like hell you're not." Shuri spits through grit teeth. "What the fuck does it matter? You don't even think I'm good anyway." you huff.

"I never said that." she corrects. "Treat Me's fine. For an artist like you." you mimic the words she'd spat at you and she bristles. "I didn't mean it like that." she murmurs. "So then what exactly did you mean?" you find your eyes searching for someone rounding the corner, because somehow sitting like this in an abandoned hallway with the Princess of Wakanda felt like a setup. It felt illegal. "Do you really think Treat Me's the best you can do?" she asks dully. "I like it." you huff.

"Doesn't answer my question." she sasses and you hate her all over again. "Every song doesn't have to be a think piece." you challenge her stance. "I never said it had to be, the song's just not groundbreaking. Sounds like something already done. Something any of those girls you hang with could put out and pass as their sound." Shuri lectures. "Ryan, Normani, Justine, Tinashe." she lists and you frown. "It's a cute song, it's just not special." she deadpans. You don't respond for a while instead you stare at Shuri and she's staring back, unfazed by her words. "Are you special?" she asks.

"I like to think so." you answer dryly. "Then why are you sitting on the floor crying over some prick when the performance of a lifetime is right at your feet?" she demands and it sobers you. "Cause he—" your voice cracks around the word, but then your face hardens because who was she to judge you for being sad. "You wouldn't understand." you say and she scoffs. "I forgot you're the first girl to ever get cheated on before, right?" she asks and you hate that she's so calm because you were shaking, "Not the first, wont be the last." she deadpans before she shrugs. "Shit happens." she adds.

"Shit happens?" you mock her words and she kisses her teeth. "Don't be the pathetic girl that falls apart, yeah? Be the one that went out there and showed she could do without the deadweight, trust me, he did you a favor." she stands to her feet, and your eyes trail over her long legs, up and up and up, past the valley of her breasts which were sitting pretty behind a low cut jacket. A chain was around her neck, the harder you stared the more you saw, one chain quickly became three. When you finally reach her eyes she's staring down at you smugly. "You're the worst at a fucking pep talk." you grunt and Shuri's eyes roll exaggeratedly.

"Is fuck your favorite word?" she asks and you sour. "I don't like you." you mutter and that serves to make Shuri grin. You hate that she manages to be even prettier when her smile is on display. She extends a hand out to you and you watch her for a second. What was with the sudden kindness? "You a bit of a slower learner, yeah?" she asks and your jaw drops. "You're supposed to grab it." you swipe at her hand again and help yourself up all while Shuri laughs mockingly. "Don't expect to win any popularity contests with me." you grumble. "I don't really care about your opinion of me." she rebuttals. "So then why the hell are you here?" you demand.

"Your mentor thinks we could work together. I was actually coming to find you before the show to let you know. I just managed to stumble upon you damaging property." she says and you shake your head. "I don't want to work with you." you deny. "Fine, but when you fade off into oblivion, don't say I didn't try and offer an olive branch." she shrugs carelessly. "Good luck out there tonight." she calls over her shoulder and she leaves you like you're so easily forgettable. Once again you decide you will hate the Princess of Wakanda all of your life.

"I think I'm ready. Been locked up in the house way too long." it's your opening line of the night, the stage goes dark, the band goes silent as you pull the mic from your lips. "It's time to get it. 'Cause once again he's out doing wrong." you find the irony funny as the stage erupts for one second before immediately going dark again. "And my girls are so real. Said it's been a minute since I had some." you sing into the mic, eyes staring dead ahead into the sea of watching artists, rappers, and industry tycoons. "He's been acting up." you sing sassily, and you hope they hear your fury.

"But he won't be the only one." you move to your next mark, center stage as the music picks up it's normal tempo. "'Cause when he acts up, that's when you put it on. Get him uptight, this is your song." You sing and you see a few surprised looks from the crowd. "Hold out your back, time to impress. Pull out your freakum dress." the choreography is enough to keep up with, and your dancers are flocking as the music blares. "Oh, put your freakum dress on.” You sing and you roll through the performance flawlessly. You spot your sister in the crowd and she’s looking so enamored with you that you want to go even harder. “Oh, put your freakum dress on.” You press on.

Even though your heart was shattered, split in two. Oh, every woman got one. Oh, shut it down when the time comes.” You keep singing. “Oh, pull out the big guns. Oh, and put your freakum dress on.” From there your eyes are drawn to a heady glance that’s boring all into you. Shuri’s put on shades by now, and she looks even better than she did when you’d seen her an hour ago. There’s girls on both sides of her, pretty girls that are all in her space. But she’s not focusing on them, she’s looking at you, ogling you in your more than too short dress. It shows off your curves, it’s backless, just as the song told it to be.

“All the ladies, you ain’t get all dressed up in your dresses and your best digs, for no reason. Get ready to freakum, freakum.” You sing and your eyes are stuck on the Princess as your favorite part of the song comes up. Your ass is shaking, and you’re making sure every step is perfect, every sip of your hips, every swing of your dreads is eye catching. You want to be the only thing anyone can focus on. “When you put it on, it's an invitation.” You sing with a wink. “When they play your song, get on up and shake it.” You keep singing as Courtney and Ivianna take their marks on either side of you.

“Work it out your back, you don't have to waste it. Spin it all around then take it to the ground and when you put it on, it's an invitation. When they play your song, get on up and shake it. Work it out your back, you don't have to waste it. Spin it all around then take it to the ground.” You sneak another glance at Shuri and she’s got her bottom lip perched between her teeth and some look in her eye that makes chills run up your spine, so you look away and you can only hope that no one’s caught you.

The Segway into Déjà vu was one of your favorite dance breaks you’d ever learned and it goes a lot quicker than you’d initially hoped it to, because now it was over. And here you were having to perform with Raheem. The asshole that had just broke your heart barely an hour and a half ago. “Bass.” You call you sashay across the stage, skirt of your dress rising slightly as your thighs swished. “Hi-hat.” You mutter as the band begins to go in. “Roc Nation, you ready?” you call into the mic and their cheers and applause pushes you. “Let’s go get ‘em.” You coo with a grin before you start singing.

“Baby, seems like everywhere I go, I see you.” You sing and you find your mentor who’s smiling from ear to ear. It’s the ultimate compliment. “From your eyes, your smile, it's like I breathe you.” You proceed as you move through your personal choreography. “Helplessly I reminisce, don't want to compare nobody to you.” You’d learned this song front and back when you were a little girl so to be singing it in front of the actual creator of the song? It was insane. “Boy, I try to catch myself, but I’m out of control.” Your breathing exercises had been working because you hardly felt nor sounded out of breath.

“Your sexiness is so appealing, I can't let it go.” You jump the octave. You move to dance with the bass guitarists, rocking in tune to both women as you kept singing. “Know that I can't get over you. ‘Cause everything I see is you, and I don’t want no substitute. Baby, I swear it’s déjà vu.” The other girls were killing it and you felt proud on their behalf. Y’all were fucking shit up. “Seeing things that I know can't be, am I dreaming?” You croon and you show off your voice, show that it’s not some voice for studio. You had talent, real talent. “When I saw you walking past me, almost called your name.” You sing. “Got a better glimpse and then I looked away. It's like I'm losing it.” You round the platform heading for the main stage.

“Boy, I try to catch myself but I'm out of control.” You do a little shuffle down the stairs as you sing, hair swinging wildly. “Your sexiness is so appealing, I can't let it go.” You exclaim as you dove back into the chorus. You lock eyes with Sarai and your stare is venomous. It makes her falter and trip up, missing a step. “Know that I can't get over you. 'Cause everything I see is you. And I don't want no substitute. Baby, I swear it's déjà vu.” You ignore her mishap, chalking it up to karma being on your side in a small way.

“Know that I can't get over you. 'Cause everything I see is you. And I don't want no substitute. Baby, I swear it's déjà vu.” Raheem’s entrance reignites your fury, but you think about all the advice you’d been given regarding this performance. You weren’t about to fuck up your moment over Raheem. You’d just fuck him up afterwards. “Yes, Rza’s flow so unusual.” He starts and you shuffle across the stage towards him, dancing fluidly. “Baby girl, you should already know.” He looks to you and you swallow the beast. Only a few more lines and he’d be out of your face and you could finish with a bang.

“It's H-O, light up the dro'. 'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce.” As he raps this you turn to him, butt poking out as he lands a light smack to your ass, enough to make it jiggle. Had your eyes been on the crowd rather than on your cheater of a husband, you would’ve noticed the way Shuri went rigid, entire body stiff as a board as she looked from him to you and then back again. “Flow, blow, what's the difference?” He continues to rap, imitating Shawn’s flow.

“One, you take in vein, while the other you sniffin'. It's still dope, po-po try to convict him. That's a no-go, my dough keep the scales, tipping. Like 4-4's, like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N.” You hold on to his oversized shirt, body arching as you bent backwards, body and hair shaking as you rocked in time to the music. “Blow wind, so Chicago of him. Is he the best ever? That's the argu-a-ment.” You pop back up, walking around Raheem to stand on the other side of him. “ I don't make the list, don't be mad at me.” He proceeds. “I just make the hits, like a factory.” You mouth the bar along to the crowd.

“I'm just one-to-one, nothin' after me. No déjà vu, just me and my, oh.” You hold up the symbol for RocNation quickly and with that Raheem takes his leave off the stage as the crowd erupts. “Baby, I can't go anywhere. Without thinking that you're there.” You sing, voice gaining some grit and some tenacity to it. “Seems like you're everywhere, it's true. Gotta be having déjà vu.” You sing as you strut to the other side of the massive stage. “'Cause in my mind, I want you here.” You throw your head back, eyes squinting as you felt more of the music. Vocal agility making its debut.

“Get on the next plane, I don't care.” You proceed as you round the other set of steps set up on the left hand side of the stage. “Is it because I'm missing you. That I'm having déjà vu?” You sing questioningly. “Boy, I try to catch myself, but I'm out of control.” You growl as you do your little shuffle once more before slipping onto the ground. You kick your legs up in the air as you keep singing, body gyrating round on the ground. It wasn’t in rehearsal with the others, but you were here to prove a point. You didn’t need anybody to be a star. You were good all on your own. “Your sexiness is so appealing, I can't let it go.” You continue on the ground.

As the chorus comes back around you hurriedly get back to your feet, body shaking as you danced your way through the last few notes. It was the most vocally mature you’d felt in a while. “Know that I can't get over you. 'Cause everything I see is you. And I don't want no substitute. Baby, I swear it's déjà vu.” You roll your beck, hair swinging as you finished the choreography. “Know that I can't get over you. 'Cause everything I see is you. And I don't want no substitute. Baby, I swear it's déjà vu.” You finish with a intricate run, and the entire place lights up in applause. You find Bey again and she’s standing up, looking almost on the verge of tears as she smiles. Then you think of Shuri and realize she was right.

You bask in it for a moment, then you wave, and head backstage. Raheem is waiting for you, mouth open, excuses spewing. You don’t care about the dancers right on your heels, the performance was done, you’d gave it your everything. So when you rear back and deck him right in the face you’re not thinking clearly. “Nigga, don’t you know that I will fuck yo ass up?” You hiss as he crumbles to the ground. There’s an array of gasps, a laugh that sounds like it came from Ivianna and the shriek of some others. “Tried to treat me like I was crazy? Had me thinking I was losing my fucking mind? Nah, nigga, you done lost yours.” You proceed to spit vitriol his way.

“Motherfucker!” You shriek and you’re not sure where exactly you’re headed, but you know the fury you felt was far from diminished. Nah, you was coming to fuck shit up, and you were gonna need the help of that annoying ass motherfucker, Shuri, to do it. You were putting the whole goddamn world on notice, and if felt good. So you let your fury fester and you let the betrayal replay in your mind and you keep it there.

Hell hath no fury, or however the shit went.

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Slow Dancing in the Dark pt 8

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Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Summary: you make sure Melissa is okay and try to make her feel better

Warnings: smut <3

Notes: the final chapter🥲 idk there could be an epilogue

Disclaimer: I have no idea if this break-in is possible, link to pictures on the series page!

“How would you feel about a little…breaking and entering?” Technically, the Cave of Winds is a paid attraction, but no one else is around. The shroud of nightfall should be enough to keep you from getting caught and the shine of the moonlight enough to help you see where you’re going.

Melissa eyes you for a moment as if regarding your trustworthiness, but gives in almost immediately. “Woman after my own heart.” You try to push down the blush that rises in you at the truth of her words. Hopefully your pink cheeks aren’t so noticeable in the dark.

Not meeting her eyes, you instruct her to take her shoes off as you do the same. Dangling your heels from the straps on your pointer and middle fingers, a stray thought halts your movements. “Wait, you don’t mind getting wet do you? It gets a little slippery down there,” your gesture towards the stairs leading to the bottom of the falls.

She smirks, struggling not to laugh at the accidental innuendo. “I’m sure it does.” You do your best to ignore it, instead walking the last few hundred feet to the entrance to the Cave of Winds staircase.

The grass under your toes is soft and reminiscent of childhood joys—running through the yard in the middle of summer, through the sprinkler and back up to the house for an orange popsicle, not minding when the juices drip down your face. The feeling it’s giving you now is similar, joyful about the little things and hopeful tomorrow will be the same. Melissa is with you, laughing while you sneak past trees to the stairwell, and you don’t want this night to end.

As you start to descend the stairs, you stumble a bit—it’s more slippery than you remember. Melissa is just behind you, reaching out to steady you. “Careful! Here.” She offers you her arm and you take it gratefully. A concussion would just be the cherry on top of the not ideal day. The redhead turns to you, face full of mirth. “Not the first time you’ve fallen for me, is it?”

Although you know she’s referring to the plane ride here, you start to worry whether you’ve been too obvious about your developing feelings and if you still have a chance to play it off as acting. Melissa stops abruptly on one of the landings, leaning over the red wood to get a better view of the falls. “It’s beautiful.” You’ve seen it before, you know she’s right, but you can’t help but to watch her instead. You’re a goner and you probably have been since you agreed to accompany her to the wedding.

Taking in the natural beauty of the falls, you stretch your hand out to graze the water with your fingertips. The water is shockingly cold, but you still let it pool in your palm before slipping through your fingers. A particularly heavy wave crests over the falls and lands right on the railing in front of you both, soaking you to the core.

The shock from the frigid temperature of the river stills you for a moment. Blinking, you and Melissa turn towards each other at the same time. A small laugh turns into a deep chuckle at the sight of the redhead in front of you. Her dress, instead of the crimson red it was at the beginning of the night, is now a dark maroon from the water. Droplets fall from her nose onto her chest. Her mascara is smudged and the bottom half of her hair is limp on her shoulders.

“If that didn’t wash away your lipstick, I don’t know what will,” you joke. Melissa laughs with you, surely you aren’t looking much more put together than her. At least she has sleeves, the air has turned chilly without the sun giving off heat.

The breeze picks up and Melissa glances at you sympathetically. “You’ve gotta be cold. C’mere, hon.” She holds her arms out, curling you into her chest. Her body heat warms you slightly but the feel of her pressed so closely against her burns you from the inside out, reminding you that you haven’t gotten any release since your make out session earlier. The water clearly wasn’t cold enough to cool the temptations of the Italian woman.

The last few rays of sunshine paint the sky purple and blue as the sun sinks below the horizon. Melissa’s warm hands rub up and down your arms, attempting to warm you further as you close your eyes and try to memorize how it feels to be in her arms. “You know,” she starts casually. “I think I owe you a slow dance.”

You smile against her chest. “I think you’re right, Ms Schemmenti.” Melissa’s hands travel down to settle at each side of your waist, holding your hips to hers as she starts to sway. Tucking your head into the crook of her neck, you let a hand drift to her jaw and the other wrap around her back. Her arms feel safe and the roar of the rushing water guides you into a slow rhythm.

You let your mind wander to thoughts of earlier in the night, how you wish you would’ve been able to dance with her at the reception if you hadn’t been interrupted. Anxiety swells in your chest, remembering what you’d done. “Are you mad at me for not listening to you? About Joe?”

Melissa takes her time responding, unaware that you’ve stopped breathing until you get your answer. “No. But I can defend myself.” Her voice is light with humor, but you don’t think it’s that funny.

You lift your head to make eye contact with her. “I know you can. You shouldn’t have to, though. Especially not to him. It seemed like you needed some reinforcements and, well, I’ve got you.” You shrug. “I want to take care of you. I mean,” you chuckle awkwardly, backtracking slightly. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

She’s silent for a moment, observing you. “You have feelings for me, don’t you?” You wonder what gave it away. Was it the sheer amount of anger you hold for her ex? How comfortable you are with her family? The way you kissed her?

You consider lying. You consider denying everything until your last breath to escape the inevitable disappointment from her gentle letdown. You work together, you’re too young for her, she’s perfect and what the hell would she want from you? But images of her expression when talking to her ex-husband flash through your mind and you steel yourself to tell her the truth. She deserves to know that she’s wanted even if she doesn’t want you back. You’ll be strong and do it for her; you would do anything for her and you have.

Straightening your back and jutting your chin out in false confidence, you meet her eyes and nod once. “Yes.” Swallowing nervously, you beat down the urge to rip your gaze from hers. One second you’re berating yourself for catching feelings and in the next her lips are brushing against your own.

This kiss is less hurried and softer, more delicate than those in the hotel. There’s barely any pressure, but you can taste the cookie dough ice cream on her and a hint of her beer from earlier. It seems to go on forever, your mind blissfully blank. The caress of Melissa’s lips against yours is so light, like she thinks you might break in her arms if she used too much force. You’re not sure you’ve ever been kissed so sweetly before in your life.

The flash of the lights turning on for the falls surprises you both, separating you. The rainbow of lights brightens the whole area, illuminating the promise in Melissa’s eyes for you to see. Your whole body shakes in a light shiver.

She misinterprets it as you being cold and smiles gently at you. “Let’s get you warmed up, hon.” Her fingers tangle with yours as she leads you back up the stairs.

The elevator doors close in front of you and one glance towards each other has you both buckling over in laughter. The concierge’s wide eyed expression in response to the water dripping from your bodies, creating puddles on the otherwise pristine floor as you scurried through the lobby, and the hurried “sorry!” from you both leaving you in a fit of giggles.

Your insides are still buzzing from the kiss and how close you were to Melissa. It doesn’t escape you that the last time you were in the elevator together, Melissa couldn’t stop herself from touching you and having her mouth on you. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to shoo the thoughts away, but heat and wetness pool between your legs that has nothing to do with the falls.

Melissa’s gaze falls on you for a second, then she’s pressing you to the wall, her lips anywhere they can reach. This time, you don’t have the willpower or the want to push her off of you. Instead, you cling to her and don’t let go. Her teeth graze your collarbones, claiming you. She licks and sucks at your skin until the elevator lurches to a stop on your floor.

The process of getting into your hotel room is a blur of hands and lips, neither of you wanting to lose contact. Heels are kicked off and strewn across the floor and the shower turned on to heat up. Your fingers grab at the zipper of your dress but you can’t get it at the right angle to pull it down. The fabric is too wet and sticking to your body.

“Here, let me,” Melissa offers, noticing your struggle. You stop fiddling with the piece of metal to give her room to work. She lowers the zipper but doesn’t stop there, brushing the straps down your arms until your hands reach up to stop her. Green eyes catch yours. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she winks at your blush, clearly not forgetting about the towel incident. Your hand drops to your side, letting her continue.

The satin dress falls down your body and pools at your feet. Melissa’s eyes meet yours in the bathroom mirror, fog creeping up the edges from the steam of the shower. You watch as she swallows, gaze locked on the matching lace of your bra and underwear—something she hasn’t seen before.

Her hand clenches at your hip while she clears her throat. “You can shower first,” she offers, not moving to leave the bathroom.

Hearing the unasked question, you spin around to face her. “We’re adults,” you start slowly. “We can share. You would get a cold if you stayed in that anyway,” your gesture towards her soaked dress.

She nods, beginning to peel off her own outfit. “Right. It would be irresponsible to wait,” she plays along, stripping down to her underwear. Your breath catches at the skin on display for you. Your fingers twitch with the ache to touch her, but you release yourself from your bra and slide your panties down your legs instead.

Both undressed, you hurry into the shower and under the warm spray. Melissa enters right behind you, pressing herself to your front. Wet skin slides against you deliciously. Your eyes plead with her to touch you more.

She lets out a dark chuckle. “Is this what you wanted?” Melissa gives you a cheeky peck to the lips.

“Not quite, a little bit lower,” your voice is breathless with want. She backs you up against the wall.

“Oh, you feel that too?” She smirks, dropping to her knees. “I’d say let’s go to the bedroom but I don’t think I can wait that long.” Her thumbs caress the skin of your inner thighs, teasing you.

A choked whimper conveys your desire for Melissa to touch you. “Please. I need you.” She trails her hands down to your knees, gently pushing them apart.

Fingers spread your lips, taking a slow swipe through them to gather your wetness. “God, are you always this wet?” She asks in wonder, quiet enough that you don’t think she meant to vocalize the thought.

You whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to find more pressure. “It’s all for you, Mel.”

She doesn’t hesitate to move her face towards your dripping center, ready to taste you, but stops at the last second. Frowning, you look down to make sure she’s okay. Once she has your attention, she speaks, hoarse with emotion. “I want you in every way there is to want someone. You understand me?” Her eyes beg you to recognize what she’s trying to say. She doesn’t want this to be a one time thing.

You nod and swallow thickly. “Me too, okay?” Holding your gaze, she bends forward again, her tongue flat as she tastes you for the first time. Expletives fall from your mouth as she works her tongue inside you. She doesn’t waste any time, expertly working you up. She flicks her tongue at your clit and you see stars, your head falling back to the wall of the shower.

Melissa’s mouth is hot and wet, and never stops moving against you. She’s so enthusiastic, making slurping and suckling noises, it makes your head spin. Moans echo with the spray of shower throughout the room.

You start moving your hips to fuck yourself on her tongue but Melissa brings a hand to your hip and shoves it back against the tile. “Not yet. Let me,” she knows you’re close but wants to finish you off all on her own. Her head bobs up and down, pressing her tongue down hard on your bundle of nerves. She has you tumbling down around her, thrusting her tongue inside you once again to fuck you through your orgasm.

Once you’ve come down, you grab at her shoulders, desperate to bring her back up to you. She listens to your nonverbal commands, standing to hold you close. One of your fingers gently pulls her chin towards you, but she stops you short of a kiss. “You don’t need to—,” she starts. You grab the back of her head and launch yourself towards her, capturing her lips. Her mouth opens in surprise and you use the opportunity to taste yourself on her tongue. It makes you moan, knowing she tastes like you, getting you hot and bothered enough to want her again already.

Blindly, you search for the knob to turn off the water and push Melissa through the shower door. You’re sure you’re both sufficiently warmed up already anyway. Both of you grab towels, trying to dry off as quickly as you can. You only last seconds before you’re walking Melissa backwards towards the bed, shoving her down and climbing on top.

Your eyes travel down her body, taking her in for the first time. She’s so beautiful and you want to make sure she feels that way, so you tell her. Leaning down, you kiss your way across her chest to her sternum. Not able to resist the temptation any longer, you suck a hardened nipple into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. You’ve wanted your mouth on her breasts since she stepped out of the bathroom this morning wearing that sinful dress. “Mmm,” Melissa moans, grabbing you by the hair and pushing to the other side.

You lavish the other side with just as much attention as you gave the first. Melissa gets antsy, putting pressure on your head to urge you down to where she needs you. “Are you going to suck on my breasts all night or do you want to watch me cum for you?” Smirking, you lift your head to see her chest decorated with small markings from your ministrations. If she got to mark you, damn well you would do the same.

Bending down, you press your lips to hers in a hot and heavy kiss, only parting when you need a breath. Melissa already appears dazed and kiss drunk, looking so pretty while she waits for you to touch her more. Crawling backwards, you settle between her legs. Fingertips massage at her entrance, teasing her before you push inside. “Fuck,” Melissa gasps. Your pace starts slow, taking your time building her pleasure.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you lick up her slit for a taste of her juices. Melissa bucks into you and you take the encouragement to swirl your tongue in circles over her swollen bud. She makes the sweetest noises while your fingers twist and thrust inside her, her clit in your mouth. It’s too much for you. You take your non-dominant hand and shove it between your legs, needing to work on your own clit at the same time.

You moan into her folds, the vibrations sending shocks through her center. Her eyes blink open, watching you get off from fucking her. “Fuck, baby, are you close again?” She grunts out, tangling her fingers in your hair again. She lets you keep licking her for a moment before pulling you off her so you’ll give her an answer.

She sees everything she needs to know in your eyes and pulls you up her body. “Here, sweetheart, let me.” Fingers find their way between your legs. You straddle her thigh, sinking down onto her hand. She gives you a moment to get used to the intrusion then starts to curl her fingers inside you. Gasping, you lift your body up and down to ride her hand. Melissa was right, you’d gotten close again from touching her—you aren’t going to last long.

Your juices drip down her wrist and your moans coincide with hers, your fingers working tirelessly against each other. Moving your thumb to circle her bundle, you increase the speed of your hips. “Cum with me?” You request.

She slips another finger inside your wet heat, stretching you deliciously. “Yeah, baby. Cum around my fingers.” You cry out her name, flicking her clit to push her over the edge at the same time.

Collapsing onto her chest, you don’t wait to catch your breath before you ask, “you think your sister heard that?”

She laughs into your hair. “No, I think we need to try again. Really make sure she’s jealous.”

Grumbling, you attempt to bury your head deeper into your pillow and will yourself back to sleep. Instead of letting you get comfortable, your pillow is removed from underneath you. You shoot your head up, squinting in the bright light of the room. Neither of you remembered to close the curtains the night before.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you realize your pillow never moved; it was Melissa moving to climb on top of you. It’s the second time you’ve woken up with her and she looks no less beautiful this time around—tangled hair, glowing skin, and sparkling eyes. Both of you are still naked from the night before, not bothering to get dressed after working out all your energy. Your irritation from being woken up so early fades as Melissa presses a kiss to your lips. It’s soft and slow, but no less passionate than all your other kisses.

Pulling away for air, you glance at the bedside table to check the time. “You weren’t planning on going to that thing today, right?” The group must be well into their breakfast and worried about where you two ran off to last night.

Melissa hums, leaning down for another brief kiss. “No, I don’t think I could be anywhere near Kristin right now.” She cups your cheeks and bends towards you again, tickling your face with her hair before two pairs of swollen lips are moving against each other.

“Fair,” you agree. “But shouldn’t we say goodbye to the rest of your family? I want to thank them for being so nice to me.” It wouldn’t sit right with you to leave without a last conversation with them.

Melissa shrugs, obviously not perturbed by not saying goodbyes before you fly home. “You'll see them at family dinner next week.” You don’t have a chance to take in the meaning of her words before she’s peppering kisses to your cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead.

The mischievous glint in her eye is your only warning when she flips you over, landing on top of her. Warm fingers trace your sides up to your jaw, bringing your face to hers. Giggling, you give her a small peck before sitting up, straddling her hips. “We’ll miss our flight, Mel.” Both of you are aware that once you start, it’ll be hard to stop touching each other.

Her hands guide your hips into grinding against her stomach in a slow but steady pace. Once she’s certain you’ll keep it up if she pulls away, one of her thumbs finds your clit to flick at lazily. “So let’s miss it.” Well, you can’t argue with that logic.

Using your hip to open the door of the gas station, you hold on tight to the mass of drinks and snacks you picked out for the road trip home. It had taken you longer than expected to grab all the best flavors of chips and sodas, but you’re excited to get going.

Melissa twirls the car keys around her index finger, red hair glistening in the sun, leaning against the side of the rental car. “Ready to go?”

She reaches over the center console for your hand, bringing your knuckles to her lips for a kiss. Her eyes are hidden by her sunglasses, but you know she’s looking at you how she did dancing with you the night before—like she doesn’t want to look away for anything. It’s necessary, you know, when eventually she does turn away to face the road. Her hair whips in the wind from the open windows and sunroof to the soft melodies of some old Elton John CD someone had left in the car.

You don’t look away when she does, too enchanted by being in her presence in this moment. Pulling your still entwined hands to your own lips, you kiss the back of her hand. A soft smile forms on your lips as you bask in the feeling of being in Melissa Schemmenti’s passenger seat—there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Seven hours doesn’t seem like enough time, but maybe a lifetime would do.

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"My child is completely fine"

Ma'am you're child is reading some explicit smut about an older fictional character with quite a few kinks and they call them mommy/daddy...

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Aging is hot. Gray hairs are hot. Smile lines are hot. Get with it.

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Match Made in (Chocolate) Heaven

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Words: 5k

Request: Can I request a Nat/Reader smut for your Valentines Day drabble requests? Perhaps involving chocolate?

Summary: It’s Valentine’s day, a day of love and adventures for you and your wife.

Warnings: 18+; SMUT (oral, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dirty talk)

A/N: This is literally the filthiest thing I have ever wrote. I wasn’t able to recover the Valentine’s day imagines so I’m just rewriting them, slowly but surely. I didn’t edit this, my senses couldn’t handle it i- enjoy.

You were sitting on the balcony, clad in a silver dress that hugged you and all the right places, and a pleasant smile on your face. Your wife was right across from you, red hair lightly tumbling in the wind. Soft jazz played in the background, while you two just sat there, taking in everything. It was Valentine’s day, and while neither of you went all out on the day of love, you never missed a chance to appreciate each other a little bit more. You basked in the warm, cuddly, air that rarely surrounded you.

You felt a warm hand cover your own, causing you to snap back into reality, eyes facing your love.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?” Natasha’s thumb soothed over the back of your hand, sending a warm tingle straight down your spine. You smiled, turning your hand in hers so that you were holding it.

You shrugged. “Nothing, I’m just so happy. Who would have ever thought that we made it this far? We made it past every single possible thing that could ever happen. So many world-ending events, but yet here you are. You look the exact same as when I first saw you, if not even more breathtaking.”

Natasha blushed. She let her hair fall right into her face, leg swinging over to tap yours lightly. “I thought you weren’t gonna go soft on me.” She lifted her head up, smiling while she scanned your delicate features.

“I can’t help it,” you confessed, standing up to bring your plat back into the kitchen. “There’s something about this day that just makes me realize how much I love you, and how much I never want to lose you.” You turned around and leaned your back against the counter, facing the balcony door. There was a smile on your face, a love that weighed your heart heavy.

Natasha made her way towards you, and you couldn’t help but rake your eyes over her figure: tall and lean, covered with a skin tight black dress. Her hips and legs were on full display, her amber red hair bouncing as she stepped. You loved this woman, with your entire being.

“Excuses, excuses.” She mocked. She placed her plate in the sink before coming up towards you, her tall figure looming over your short one. “I saw the way you were looking at me. You only want me because of my body.” She wrapped her arms around your middle, causing your hands to be placed on her taut stomach.

“Don’t get me wrong, your body is the best thing I have ever seen. Like Jesus Christ,” you chuckled with wide eyes, another tingle running down your back. “But you really are the love of my life, Nat. I love every single things about you. There isn’t anything about you that I don’t want to be apart of.”

Your eyes bored into hers, head tilted and heart racing. You allowed Nat to search you, just as you were doing to her. “I don’t deserve you, baby.” Her arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against her. You’ve stuck with me all these years, through the good and bads, the ups and the downs, the wins and the losses; you were always here for me. I love you so, so much.”

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#in honor of valentine’s day🤭#read this again

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I don't know if it's mommy issues but I want an older lady to use me & give me forehead kisses and praise in a totally romantic way.

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BYE SOMETHING TOLD ME TO READ THE ANGST ENDING BEFORE THE HAPPY PNE SNSJSJNSBSS OH MY GODDDDD

Disparét (Alternate Vanish Ending)

ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

They’ll come for me. Any second now. The lab door will swing open and Shuri and Riri will be there, on their knees, begging my forgiveness.

Warnings: fluff between best friends, angst, explicit language, mentions of death

Word Count: 3.7k+

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-fav @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @malltake12 @msudaku @faeriah-thv @fetchyourlife @mbakuetshurisprincess @sinsikoxo @honey-teaaaaaaaa @rxcently @pinkcorns @takeyaki @yamsthoughts @thethickerside @0hshoot1tsl4ni @shurisbathwater @shurismainbxtch @luvrzhearts @sadfreakx @shuri-my-love @justariellove @heartsforjojo @blackgirlfariy @tuesdaylovesu @chocoflagcutii @taiiunknown @zhanylai @ziayamikaelson @verachii @taiiunknown @beautybyfire @soearthquakequeen @remwritess @pinkwright @jenlouvre @letitiasleftfoot

A/N: Here it finally is guys! Sorry, it took so long. I needed some mental health days and real-world responsibilities started catching up with me. Writing style is a little bit different in this one. Regular, spoken words, whether in English or Xhosa will be italicized. Anything spoken in Haitian Creole will be italicized and in red lettering. Anything italicized and bolded is y/n's thoughts. Translations are in the text. Okay, enjoy <3

“Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair.

Your legs were moving on their own. Your brain was yelling at them to stop, your heart begging you to turn back. The tears that poured blurred your vision.

They’ll come for me. Any second now. The lab door will swing open and Shuri and Riri will be there, on their knees, begging my forgiveness.

The door gets further and further away, remaining sealed.

They will come for me. Riri will come running, apologizing for her temper. She’ll say ‘I’m sorry, ma’ with her arms wrapped tight around me. ‘I don’t know how I could have said those things to you’ she’ll weep.

Your steps echo the empty halls.

They’ll come. Shuri will come. She’ll hold my hand gently and remind me of the first time she told me she loved me. She’ll say it over and over again, fearing I’ll grow sick of hearing it, but I never will.

You finally reach your shared room. Alone. And the sob releases, an ungodly sound coming from your melodic voice.

They didn’t come.

Removing your kimoyo beads felt so foreign, so wrong. Your brown wrist was barren for the first time in years. The third finger upon your left hand lacked the beautiful jewel that adorned it day after day. Now that it was time to take off the earrings, you almost couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You hands felt weighed down by shackles as they rose, approaching the tech in your ears sliuggishly.

They fell in your hands heavily, like a large, ugly weight. Standing was too hard to do. Walking towards the door was even harder. Finally leaving was near impossible.

The rushing waters of the River Tribe and sway in the tall grass felt like home. It was home. It had been far too long since you’d been back, your barren feet guiding you to the place you grew up. Your shoes had been ditched long ago, the need to feel the ground, the dirt, the grass, the mud, having grown too strong to ignore.

How were you to explain why you’d returned? I am Queen no more. Shuri and Riri do not want me any longer. I’ve lost my wives.

None of it sounded right. It wasn’t right; you weren’t yet ready to admit it.

“Y/n? Intombi yam (My girl), what are you doing home?”

Your mother barely gave you time to step through the door, bags in tow. “Molo nakuwe, umama (Hello to you too, Mama). Can I not come to visit my mother?” You wouldn’t tell her yet, unable to face the disappointment it would bring forth.

“You could, if you did so often. What are you doing home? Why do you have luggage with you? Where are my other girls? Did you not bring Shuri and Riri?”

Her questions were overwhelming as they spewed from her lips. She barely took a breath between each one, interrogating you intensely.

“I am home because I want to see my mom. I have luggage because I planned to stay a while. Your other girls-” The words shattered your already broken heart, forming a lump in your throat. Swallow it. Ignore it. You are stronger than this. Be strong for Mama. “Your girls are stuck in the lab with work. I did not bring them.”

She was no fool, your mother. She always could read you like a book and this time was no different. But she didn’t push. Mama just nodded and grabbed your suitcase and your arm, dragging you both indoors.

“It is good to see you, sthandwa. I’d started to think you’d forgotten about your aging mother.”

Ever the dramatic. “Umama, you’ve barely cracked. You look younger than me.”

The flattery blushes her cheeks and the hug she pulls you into almost prompt your tears again.

Before you can pull away, a knock at the door raps, hard and fast.

Dark locs and just as dark eyes come into view when your mother welcomes the guest in. “Nakia? Usisi, wenzantoni apha? (Sister, what are you doing here)?”

The long-time friend ignores your question as she greets your mama. “Umama, ndikukhumbule! (Mother, I have missed you!)”

Your mother falls into the girl’s charm. “Nakia, my dear! It has been years! I have missed you so much more. You used to be over here every single day, but then you girls grow up and forget about an old woman.”

Nakia grabs her hand and squeezes tight. “I could never forget you, umama.” When she turns towards you, her expression changes altogether. The happiness is gone, replaced with sadness. “Sisi, can we talk?”

It’s a command more than a question; she’s giving you no choice. A pathetic nod is all you can muster as Nakia releases umama’s hand and follows you out the back door. You’re barely two steps away when she grabs your arm and pulls you to face her. “Kwenzeke ntoni (What has happened)?” she whispers, knowing mama was probably close by, listening.

“Ingaba uthetha ukuthini (What do you mean)?” You retaliate, unable to look into her eyes. The ladybug on the blade of grass beneath you is particularly interesting.

Nakia’s sigh is impatient, “I mean,” she starts, switching languages. “Your wife calling a meeting amongst me, Okoye, and a few Dora. Your other wife breaking down in the lab crying to her knees, and you, nowhere to be found.”

Riri was crying? Shuri gathered the Dora Milaje? “Did you attend?”

“Attend what?”

“The meeting,” you hiss.

Your oldest friend scoffs. “I am here, aren’t I. No, I did not attend the meeting. I came to check on you, to figure out what was going on.”

Sadness regains your figure. “How did you know I was here?”

“Where else would you be? Trouble in paradise, sisi?”

“Paradise is a paradox, Nakia.”

Silence washes over the two of you, until your dear friend breaks it.“What happened, sisi?” she repeats.

A beat passes and the story pours out of you like word vomit, as do the tears. Nakia strokes your arm, hoping to comfort your cries, but it does very little.

“You do not deserve to be treated like that, my friend.” she whispers as your voice finally fades.

Chants in the distance cut off your words. “The Dora,” Nakia freezes, gauging your reaction.

“No, no, no. I do not want them to find me, Nakia. I am not ready.”

She’s quick to react, the spy training flowing through her veins. “Come on, and duck down,” the girl commands, leading you through the tall grass with her head down.

It’s the same tall grass the two of you used to play in as children, back when the grass stood taller than your little bodies. You knew this field like the back of your hand. It hid many a games of hide and seek and you knew exactly where Nakia was leading you.

The broken down shack was your token hiding spot, though Nakia found you everytime. It was still there, beckoning and welcoming your presence. The thin shack seemed much bigger all those years ago, but now, you were unsure if it would conceal you both.

“We won’t fit,” you warned, bracing yourself to be caught by the chanting military growing closer.

Nakia didn’t speak, shoving you into the small space and squeezing in behind you. Her body pressed against yours as she turned to close the door, just as the Dora approached your home. From your hiding spot, you heard the knocks on the thick wooden door. You heard your mother’s voice ring out a greeting and Aneka answer, “Hello, ma’am. I am looking for y/n. Has she been here? The Queen requests her presence back home.”

“Come on, ma. Don’t say anything, please,” Your whispered begs were only loud enough for Nakia to hear and she pressed her forehead against yours. “She won’t. She won’t,” she reassured.

“My daughter? She is not here. Is everything okay?”

The sigh of relief releases from you and your best friend in unison. “Thank Bast.”

“I told you,” she whispers back.

Aneka spoke again, “If she comes by, please, notify the Dora Milaje. We will be awaiting your call.” And with that, you hear the military’s footsteps retreat as umama shuts the heavy door.

“Nakia, let’s get out of here, please.”

You don’t have to be able to see her to know she smiles into the darkness at your words. “Where to?”

“Take me to Haiti. I wish to see my Toussaint.”

“You know she is going to look for you there. What will you do when she comes?”

“You,” your hand slides between the two of you as you guide your finger to poke into her forehead. “Will hide me. Until I am ready.”

“You’re gonna piss her of, playing this game of hide and seek. You wish for me to defy my Queen?”

“I am asking you to defy your Queen, for your sister, yes. For me?”

Haiti welcomes you with open arms, just as you knew it would.

And Shuri comes and goes for many nights, just as you knew she would.

“Poukisa ou kache, sé(Why are you hiding, sister)?” Toussaint questioned, picking up on the nickname graced to you by his mother. Whenever the Royal Talon Fighter whirred over the small country, the small boy asked the same question. “Don’t you want to see my aunt? My mom says you two are married. Why are you hiding from her if she’s your wife?”

You ruffle his curls as you take shelter in the large school. “Li konplike, ti gason (It is complicated, baby boy).”

“I’m not a baby! I am Prince T’Challa, son of King T’Challa!”

Weeks pass and the routine that passes in Haiti becomes comforting. Of course, Nakia has to disrupt that comfort.

“Why are you returning home? There is no need to go there!”

“Just as you said, y/n. It is home, and I must speak with Shuri. The children at the school are growing frightened by the excessive presence of the Talon Fighter.”

“If you go, she’ll know you’ve been hiding me. They’ll know where to find me, Nakia. And you’ll be the target of their anger.”

Nakia smiles a gentle grin at you. “Shuri will not be angry. She’s the calmest out of all of you. It is Riri’s anger you should be worried about, and I can handle the small girl.”

She strides over to you before you can respond. Her long arms wrap around your body and she pulls you in close. “I will be okay. Watch Toussaint for me, have him in bed by 9. I’ll be back by then.”

9pm comes and goes. So does 10pm and 11pm, and the worry grows deep within you with each passing moment. Your feet pace the room, your heart racing. I’m getting ready to fly to Wakanda myself and drag her-

A whimper alerts you, pulling you away from your thoughts. Toussaint? But he sleeps through the night now, he shouldn’t be up- It’s not the young boy, but his mama, limping through the door.

“Nakia!” You rush up, grabbing the girl by her arm and pulling her towards the chair.

She winces in response to your fast actions. “Shh,” she shushes you. “You’ll wake Toussaint.”

You barely register her words as you examine her bruised body. Blood and tears are dried among her cheeks, deep scratches along her face begging to scab over and heal. Her arms wrapped around her waist makes you question what hides beneath them. “What happened?”

Nakia tries to sigh but it appears to hurt her too much. “Your wife has quite the mouth on her. Temper too.”

“Riri? Riri did this to you?” The smaller of your wives did have some anger issues, but to put her hands on someone, unwarranted? She wouldn’t-

The hurt girl’s eyes began to leak of tears once more and her head shook so softly, you barely noticed it. The realization hit you hard, overtaking your figure and burning your body.

“Shuri?! No, sisi,” you started, trying everything to think of a way to defend your wife. Shuri couldn’t hurt a soul, especially not one so close to her. Her childhood friend, her brother’s lover. The mother of the child she loved more than anything in this world. How could she do this?

Nakia’s silence dug into the pit of your stomach. The evidence was sitting right in front of you, broken and battered. “Come,” you spoke suddenly, rising to your feet. “Come on, we will go back, together this time. She will fix you up.”

Your friend didn’t move. “Come, Nakia,” your voice began to crack, the tears clogging your vocal cords. “Let’s go home, zanmi m (my friend),”

“I can not, y/n,”

“We can, sisi. She will not lay another finger on you, she will fix you. She will apologi-.”

“Shuri exiled me, y/n”

An insincere giggle escapes as the shock washes over you “She-she what?”

Again, Nakia goes mute.

“Sh-she does not get to do that.” The laughter dies down, turning into sobs. “She can not exile you. That is your home, mhlobo wam (my friend), that is our home.”

Silence.

“Yiza, usisi (Come, sister). Ann ale lakay ou (Let’s go home).” The languages blur as you outstretch a hand to your broken friend. She makes no move to get up.

“I-” your voice finally breaks as you fall to your knees, sobs shaking your body viciously. “I am so sorry. This is my fault. You’re hurt and it’s my fault.” your worn out figure crawls over to Nakia. You lay your head to rest in her lap as you clutch the fabric of her skirt. “ I am so sorry. Nditaxolusa (I am sorry). Mwen regret (I am sorry).”

Your best friend finally releases the grip she held around her ribs to drop a hand to your hung head. “Cwaka (Silence), y/n. I do not blame you. I expected Shuri to act as such. She’s lost the love of her life and I am hiding her. You would do the same.”

You struggled to shake your head between Nakia’s grip and the thick fabric of her garment. “I would not.”

She sat back in her seat, unable to hide the grimace her movements caused. “Well, I would. I would fight Bast himself, for taking my King from me.”

Your eyes lifted, ever so slowly. “Would you?”

She met your gaze and nodded, head weighing heavy with grief. “I would. I am left alone, with a child who would have loved to meet his father. Who looks more and more like him everyday amd I am not even lucky enough for T’Challa to visit my dreams when I lay down at night. Bast is playing the same game of hide and seek with my love that I am playing with you and your wives.”

Her words sink to the pit of your stomach, registering with you. “You must hate me,” you speak lowly. “Here I am, complaining about the lack of attention I recieve from my partners, and you don’t even have yours here to complain about.”

Nakia’s words are sincere. “I could never hate you, sisi. I love you. But I do think it’s time you return home to them. Whether you are willing to forgive or not, they need to hear it from you.”

You nod in understanding. “The school’s banquet is soon. I must return then. Come with me.”

“I have been exiled, sisi.” The words seem to cause her more pain than her wounds.

“I do not care. You will be accompanying me.”

The smallest smile possible creeps up on your dear friend, until it grows into a meaningful one. “You have always been very bossy. Being Queen suits you.”

Your own smile mirrors hers, though it drops slightly. “I will not be Queen much longer.”

“Why black, sisi? This is a fundraising event, it is supposed to be cheerful. You look as though you are attending a funeral.”

You glance at your reflection. The one-shouldered black gown kisses your figure seductively, though the bottom lays loose, swaying with your movements.

“Let us go and get this over with,” you mutter, ignoring Nakia’s words. The black would be befitting. Something would be dying tonight.

The school back in Wakanda was growing and thriving, filled to the brim with wealthy investors and excited teachers. Anxiety pooled within you and with it grew worry. You turned to Nakia, eyeing the scars adorned upon her cheeks. She spotted your gaze, “Calm yourself, friend. Your wives, they will not hurt you.”

Your hand snaked into hers and squeezed tight. “I am more concerned for you. Shuri will be far more angry at your presence than mine.”

The unbothered girl shrugged. “Your wife has a temper. She always has.” Nakia’s eyes shift, “Speaking of the Queens.”

The two girls walk in, preceded by Aneka, who is followed closely by Okoye and Ayo. The Black Panther and Iron Heart strut in, eyes locked intensely on you. Aneka’s gaze falls to your and Nakia’s hands, interlocked, and Shuri’s follows, though neither girl addresses it.

“Nakia,” Shuri greets when they approach. Nakia stays silent and Shuri continues. “I owe you an apology, for our disagreement those weeks ago. I am sorry, sisi.” To you, she switches tongues as she asks “Ikumkani wam (My queen), singathetha (can we talk)?” with an outstretched hand.

No, your heart screams, but your movements betray you. Without placing your palm in hers, you allow Her Majesty to guide you outside, where the Royal Talon Fighter awaits, with Riri in tow.

None of you speak until the ship’s doors were encapsulated, providing all the privacy in the world. When they did, it was you to break the silence. A loud slap echoes in everyone’s ears, your hand coming in contact with Riri’s cheek. Breathing hard, you voiced “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks. Sorry, Riri, I didn’t find a bitch to give your wishes of luck to.”

Shuri stood, slightly amused until her cheek was the next to be assaulted. “And you. You’re lucky I’m not skilled with any weapons for the way you returned my Nakia to me. Her face bloody, her ribs broken. Exile?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Though her face stung, Riri’s ears perked up. “Your Nakia?”

Shuri stared at you, her brain wondering the same.

“My Nakia,” you double down.

Riri’s anger is almost visible; it’s practically radiating off her tiny form. “Oh,” she chuckles. “Oh, alright, so that’s why it was so easy for you to up and go. You already had a backup lined up.”

“Jonga indlela othetha ngayo nam, Riri (Watch how you talk to me, Riri)!” you’re shaking, enraged, as you take a step closer to the girl. She matches your movements until you are face to face. “Translate for me, baby girl,” she seeths, the term of endearment sounding more like a tease.

Shuri steps in between your two bodies, facing you. “Yakho Nakia (Your Nakia)?” she asks again.

“Nakia yam (My Nakia). But not in the same way you were my Shuri or my Riri.”

“Were?” Shuri breathes, as if that was the only word she heard. “Were, sthandwa?”

The tears sting your eyes as they form at how soft spoken she was, how hurt she sounded. “Were, Shuri.” you can only whisper.

“Why are you speaking in past tense, y/n? We came here to apologize, baby.”

You point to the ground where you stood. “You bucking up to me just now was an apology Riri?”

Her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. A sigh releases as you step around Shuri, still blocking you from the smaller girl. You took one of her hands into both of yours. “I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, Ri. I don’t know why you’re so angry, at me especially. I don’t know why you keep blowing me off. Maybe you’ve fallen out of love with me. But I don’t-I can’t deal with it anymore.”

Her eyes are glassy and the waterworks pour. “I-I haven’t fallen out of love with you, y/n. Baby, I adore you. I’ve just been stressed-”

“Riri, we’ve been married 4 years. You’ve been stressed before, but never like this. If the Riri I married would have ever spoken to me like this, I wouldn’t have married her.”

Her face was a mess, salty tears and salty snot mixing as they ran down her features. “Don’t say that, y/n. You don’t mean that.”

She cried even harder when you dropped her hand and moved away from her. Shuri was your next target, though she stood frozen, scared of what was to come. “And you. T’Challa would be so disappointed to see what you did to the love of his life. What you did to yours.”

Her head shook as she bit her lip so hard, the blood mixed with her saliva. “Do not. Do not speak for my brother.”

It pained you to continue, but she needed to hear it. Riri remained sobbing in the background, her cries causing your voice to raise to be heard above her. “You exiled the mother of his child. Beat on her until she had bruises, Shuri. I wish he was here to shake some sense into you. This is not his legacy, nor your mother’s. You’re acting more like N’Jadaka. Killmonger. Is that who you want to be? The type of leader you want to represent?”

Shuri stays silent, eyes filled with hurt, though her face hides it well. She steps toward you, arms reached out and hands opened to pull you in by your waist. “Come home, sthandwa. Please. Just come home.”

Her touch is home. It feels good, it feels safe. But the memories of how she treated you, of how she sat by and let Riri treat you, are too much to bear. You release her hold from you and take a step back.

“No. I have a home here no more.”

Shuri grows desperate, her hands scrambling to grab hold of yours. “Please, y/n, my love. Please, sthandwa,” she begs.

The sight breaks your heart all over again, but you stand firm. You look at your the girls one last time as you head to the exit, their tears waterfalling, triggering your own.

“So that’s it?” Riri cries. “You gone? Just like that?”

The hem of your dress floats around you, hauntingly. Your voice is but a whisper when you respond.

“Was it not you who told me to vanish?”

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