#OOOH FUCK I FORGOT CW

[nutstickler78]

The first Zip of Beer!

Sorry chat I kinda forgot to write the ff but I‘m here now 😈

This is basically just drunk Edward and Zip

Disclaimer: There will be no romance nor any reader inserts, this is just a silly little FF.

It might be OOC

Also I have no clue on how to write drunk people

CW: mentions of beer and drunk people

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"Zip, what the fuck."

Edward and Oliver stared at Zip in unified bafflement and confusion. They weren’t strangers to beer, but sneaking a huge ass bottle to school? And not even trying to hide it? They had their boundaries themselves! (Claire would disagree.)

"What’s up?"

Zip, seemingly not noticing how it‘s strange she took it with her to school, looked back just as confused.

"Won‘t Miss Circle get angry?"

"Yeah, there‘s NO WAY any of the teachers are gonna let that slide, no matter how much they favor us."

As soon as they said that, Zip understood why they were staring and let out a prolonged 'Oooh'

"Well honestly, that‘s only if you snitch me out, y‘know? But my favorite pookies wouldn’t do that! Riiiiight?"

Zip said, batting her eyelashes.

In response to this, Edward just quietly asked

".. Can I have some?"

To which Zip happily complied and took out a glass from her bag..? How much fits in that bag?! Well, I‘d rather not question it.

Zip then finally started eating her lunch and chugging that Pils down like there was no tomorrow. Didn’t seem to have much of an affect on her. The same couldn’t be said for Edward, though.

"Woooowahhhhhzzz… Zip that’s so funny gimmie more nowww!"

"Yeesh, You’re already drunk? Weak."

"Zip now isn‘t uh.. the time for that. How‘s he supposed to show up to class?"

"Say he got a brain injury."

"He reeks of beer! No way they‘d accept that excuse!"

Zip and Oliver started debating over what to do (Or better said, Oliver trying to come up with an excuse because he felt like having a trouble free day today while Zip didn‘t care too much.), while Edward quietly took Zip‘s bottle to drink more as he took her lack of answer as a yes.

"HEY! That‘s mine! Give it back!"

"Nuh uh!"

Edward held it up as Zip tried to reach it so as to get it back.

"I paid for it with MY money!"

"I gooot to it first!"

"Guys- we‘re at school c‘mon.."

Oliver tried to quietly separate them but failed miserably. He could only watched as they fell off the cafeteria bank and started struggling on the floor, occasionally interrupted by things like 'Gimmie that!', 'That‘s mine!' Or anything of the sort.

At that point, Oliver decided he gave up and got up, wanting to go to his amazing girlfriend, but instead got stopped by a familiar sight.

"M-Miss Circle! What‘s the best math teacher doing here?"

Oliver rather loudly said, trying to get the attention of Zip and Edward, but to no avail as the kept fighting for the beer.

In response to this, Miss Circle walked up and picked the two up.

"I think that Miss Grace would like to see you both."

Both Zip and Edward immediately stopped, staring up at Miss Circle as they were dragged away, leaving the forgotten bottle and Oliver standing there.

".. Losers. Totally forgot about it."

*He picked it up and was gonna drink from it, but only got a hand placed on his shoulder.*

"And I‘ll be confiscating that."

"Awh shucks. :["

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This was my first FF and NOT HC! I Hope you guys liked it!

[unsleepingtales]

We’re back! It’s folk fair time!

Get got!!

Oh sick you get a salad with the lobster bisque?

I fully forgot Fabian was proficient in glassblowing

Ooooooof

They’re all so good at this game. And so deeply in it.

Awwww riz has a board in Adaine’s tower now

Oh please tell me he’s using a wild magic table to decide what happens from Fig’s bardic

WHAT

This is horrifying

We’ve talked so much about the quangle I forgot that they’ve barely acknowledged it in the show

That was shrimp vibes for sure

Murph’s incredulous ‘oh good’

Siobhan <3

Dome!!

The cubby’s house is so fun

Brennan letting his folk fair roots shine

Yeah I was thinking about that and I didn’t have the chance to make a coherent post but. Why is my clerical gnomance performing at the folk festival.

That drum circle thing is exactly some folk fair shit. Idk how many other folk fair kids follow me or watch d20 but I need to make sure everyone who was not a folk fair kid knows how Eerily Accurate this is.

Definitely swingers.

This reminds me soooo much of the arts festival I go to every summer lmao

Cassandra was married??

Hello??

Whoooo did Cassandra marry??

Cassandra being married to or engaged to Sol or Helio would be wildddd. And would kind of say something about why Kristen is so connected to them.

Like. Kristen was the chosen of Helio. If Helio and Cassandra were married, and Kristen left Helio, then Kristen going and becoming the prophet of Cassandra would be a weird roundabout return? Or deeper betrayal if they weren’t happy?

Dust mites suck

One thing about Brennan is he loves a magical axiom.

Ok so living gods can’t talk about dead gods to mortals

That’s fucked up!

Hee hee hee!

Kristen wants to get coffee with her parents?

Buckyyyyy

Kristen is just having visions now I guess

Shatter stars??? Are those the same things???

That was uncalled for

Yeah no I get that it was a bit but that really is crossing a boundary. Lines are weird and wobbly around the family situation and the band but that just felt weird.

Holy shit?? That’s sick??

Oooh look at the fairy lights

That’s a folk festival baby!

Kristen’s original tie dye look would actually probably be very fitting

OOP

What are you ON about

Zac is bordering on real world annoyed

You’re literally not

I hate it I hate it SO MUCH

WHY ARE THEY PLAYING THE FOLK FESTIVAL

STOP IT PLEASEEEEEE

You’re not the cops!!

WHAT

YOU CAN’T DISINTEGRATE A STUDENT????

Fabian whyyy

Why does he get lair actions??? This is gorgug’s house!!

You have no fucking jurisdiction here man

Fucking creepy as shit

Horrifying!!!!!!!!

This is how the audience finds out Lou has had sex before. Ok.

Gorgug puts his goggles on. I do not see it.

WHAT???

We been knew this babes

Somehow I think grix did not want this.

One thing about Fig Faeth is she’s going to imply the admin are pedos.

Kristennnn

It’ll just stab him normally

I keep thinking it and then getting too distracted to write it but Lou’s hair looks great

Thus, it has been goaded!

Fifty seven damage on one turn <3

Rude

Oooooooooh that’s a fucking sick spell

The washing machine adds three to wisdom saves?

Leans back against what??

Bahahahaaaaaa

ICE FEAST

I love the duo shots happening. Siobhan and Zac. Ally and Murph.

Fight me in the sky!

That’s soooo dark

Ok good I was trying to figure out how Ruben wasn’t gonna clock Fig-as-Wanda clearly fighting alongside the bad kids

A PODCAST <3

Ok! What?

Sickkkkkk

Unreal

Lmaooooo

Awwww their crew is so sweet <3

Horrifying!!!

Yeah Murph was right, that energy was Not gonna make the save

Are you kidding me

The lawnmower animation has me deaddddd

Pleasure and lawn maintenance 😭

What does that MEAN

So funny for all of this to happen less than five minutes after Brennan said they were doing really well in this fight

The shift from fun magic shit to ‘I Shoot Him With My Gun’ is always so funny

Fury of the ball!!!

Nice!!!!!

You can’t call it that man.

Rick. Why is there a vulture again.

Gilearean rolls over here

The complicated women podcast (the cw 😭)

Fucked up!!!

Dominate monster???

Wait did Adaine already use her bardic?

Augh

Eyyyy

FUCKS SAKE

I’m best medium rare 🥲

Oh my goddddd

They all want them to do this

Famously

Why are you doing this

We just gotta hit this guy once

WHAT THE FUCK BRENNAN

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m gonna lose it

[severelytalentless]

Chemistry Part 3

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader x Badboy!Geto

A/N: I'm having way too much fun with this..

TW/CW: sexual scenarios & strong language, alcohol intoxication, suggestive material

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(Kiss me more - doja cat + sza)

“Gojo please, I'm gonna be late for History!” you try to scold him through a giggle. It's the third time this week that he's grabbed you after class and pulled you back into the chem lab by your waistband. He tugs at your skirt and gropes your tits, growling into your neck, making you squeal.

He's such a horny bastard for you.

“It's your fault for teasing me with this sexy little outfit.” he lifts you onto the nearest lab bench, “you get what you deserve..” his hands slide up your thighs and under your skirt and he thumbs your clit, still living to pull these sweet sounds you make for him. A little moan slips through your grin and you run your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling him in to kiss you.

How can you resist?

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You were both surprised by your passing grade on the midterm lab since all of your study sessions have ended in hickeys down your neck and scratch marks up his back.

You two had been fucking on an almost daily basis for weeks now, driving each other completely crazy.

Both of you decided to keep this fling from the public, knowing that a serious relationship was totally out of the question. He has strict commitment issues and you have a reputation to uphold.

However, you’re starting to notice some suspiciously jealous looks thrown at you by girls that you'd seen Gojo hang around with in the past. He mustn't be paying them as much attention these days.

Maybe your late-night meetings around campus haven’t been as private as you had thought.

Maybe the flirty passing glances in the halls are a little too obvious.

Maybe it's the way he shamelessly undresses you with his eyes the moment you pass through the door of the classroom, watching you like a hawk all the way to your seat.

Or perhaps, it's the lollipops you've started rolling around in your mouth in chem lab, just to tease him.

Whatever the reason for their suspicions, neither of you has any plans to end the fun.

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“Have you ever been to a party?” he asks in the middle of your makeout sesh. Not unusual for Gojo to interrupt the moment with some random thought. You raise an eyebrow.

“I don't do parties.” you quickly dive back into his mouth to try and shut him up. He breaks away and grips your hips, furrowing his brows at you.

“Come on bunny.” he pulls out the pet name. You giggle and shake your head at his pathetic pouty lips.

“Parties are nothing but trouble.”

“Exactly.” the dirty little smirk pecks you on the cheek. Your eyes firmly tell him no, but he persists.

“Well, you don't have a choice, this one is different.”

“How's that?” Your eyebrow arches again. He shifts his shades down his nose, flashing you those million-dollar baby blues.

“Because I'm gonna be there." you roll your eyes as the clown winks at you.

"Bunny pleeeease!!" he throws his head back and whines. You push him back and hop down off the counter, straightening your skirt.

"Toru, I just don't think it's a good idea. Everyone will know something is up." You swing your bag back over your shoulder and make for the exit but he beats you to it and leans in the doorway.

"Other than my dick for you?" he licks his lips and bites his smirk, "I promise I'll keep it in my pants.." you fail to hide the smile that cracks into the corner of your mouth. You're one thousand percent sure you would find his fingers crossed behind his back if you checked right now. You let out a heavy sigh and squint at him.

"When?" His eyes light up. He's got you now.

"Tonight. 10. My place." You push past him and saunter down the hall to your next class.

God, he loves to watch you walk away.

"Wear something hot!" He calls after you, eyes glued to your ass. You spin around and bite your smile at him.

Yeah, he got you.

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(never be like you - flume)

You make it through the door right as the bell rings and rush to find an empty seat in the back.

Damn it...what am I gonna wear?!

You mentally flip through all the clothes in your closet, munching on the end of your pen. You pull your notebook from your bag and the pen falls from your lips, tapping to the floor. A foreign hand picks it up before you can reach.

Suguru Getou sits down beside you. You watch him twirl your pen through his fingers.

You've never formally met Getou. You forgot you both take History 310. All you know he's friends with Gojo. Other than that, he's a bit of a mysterious character in your book. Sure, he pals around with the rowdy boys in your year, but his aura isn't nearly as chaotic as theirs. You have always had a hard time getting a read on him. To be honest, you don't quite understand how he and Gojo get along so well. He seems like a completely different breed.

You're caught off guard when his mouth pulls into a subtle smirk, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. An unexpected blush smacks your cheeks and you shift in your seat. You've been looking at him too long. You quickly clear your throat.

"That's my pen.." the statement comes out like a question.

He leans forward over his elbows on the table and taps the pen on your notebook, then lays it down. You could swear you just saw his eyes flick down at your lips, and your breath catches in your throat.

"Thank you." You turn away quickly and huff out your breath, situating yourself to focus on the lecture. But you feel his gaze lingering on you, buzzing your nerves. You glance sideways and connect with his eyes. Your stomach flinches.

You dive into your notebook to busy yourself and try to shake this feeling. He leans back in his seat, turning his attention to the lecture, leaving you alone for the rest of class. His smirk doesn’t fade as quickly as you feel it should.

The bell rings and everyone starts rustling to pack up. You turn to put your notebook away, and Getou is already leaning down next to you to do the same. You hold your breath. His face is right beside yours.

“I like your perfume..” your pulse spikes.

He zips his bag and pushes back his chair, leaving you frozen, staring up at him like a deer in the headlights. Your mind fumbles for a response but he’s already walking toward the door. Heat prickles your cheeks again and you exhale heavily. He glances back at you just before he disappears through the doorway.

What the fuck was that?

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(mother's daughter - wuki remix)

“She’s here..”

Getou nudges Gojo and nods toward the door. Gojo glances over his shoulder and double-takes, almost spilling the shot he's pouring.

“Oh fuck...” Gojo's glasses slide down his nose.

You look good, too good.

The outfit you chose hugs you tight in all the right places. Both men watch you sidle in and plant yourself against the nearest wall, like the flower that you are. You clutch the strap of your purse and the bottle you brought along with you.

You scan the darkened smokey room, making eye contact with lots of somewhat familiar faces, but none that you are well enough acquainted with to greet. Your stomach turns.

Shit, you should have dragged a friend along with you. You immediately start to regret coming to this.

"Hey little bunny..come here often?" Gojo appears next to you, leaning on the wall, beaming down at you with his hands full of shots. You let out a little sigh of relief and nervously shove the bottle toward him.

"Here, I brought you this." he chuckles at your stiffness.

"Thanks, right back at you." he shrugs and lifts up the alcohol he's already holding. He sees your eyes widen and laughs again.

"Come on, let's put that down for later." He turns and swoops an arm around you, leading you to the kitchen.

You relax a little more in the shelter of the kitchen, away from so many staring eyes. Gojo sets down the shots, placing one in front of you, and takes the bottle from your hands.

"Oooh, good choice babe, I love this stuff." He examines the handle, then shoots you a mischievous glare, "Are you tryna to get me drunk?" You smile back and lean your hip on the counter, crossing your arms.

“Maybe a little..” he loves this naughty look your giving him.

“I’m game, but you need to catch up,” he slides the shot closer, “bottoms up.” He lifts his own and waits for you.

Here goes nothing

You knock it back and it goes down with much less of a fight than you expected. You set the empty glass down and there’s another shot waiting in its place.

“Good girl..” Gojo lifts the next shot, he eyes you like you’re made of candy, “this is gonna be fun..”

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(killshot - megdelena bay)

Your face feels fuzzy. How many shots is that? Four..five? Who cares. This is fun. He looks hot with his shirt unbuttoned like that. Mmm kinda wanna kiss him..kinda wanna fuck him on the counter.

“You look really hot in this..” he hooks his finger into your neckline and pulls you to him, hand catching the curve of your waist. You purr and bite your lip.

"Just doing as I was told.."

You feel warm and loose and the bass from the speakers in the other room is humming through your chest. You’ve been drunk a couple of times before at sleepovers with your girlfriends, but this is so much more exciting.

“Ooh, I wanna try this..” you reach for the unopened bottle you brought. He hums in your ear.

“Easy tiger, we want you wobbly, not stumbling..”

We?

He slides it further away and catches your face in his hand, turning you to kiss him. It quickly takes your mind off the bottle you wanted.

“Let’s go fuck..” he grits his teeth at your lusty words. The shots have made you horny and impatient. He chuckles and glances behind you.

“Maybe later, I wanna introduce you to someone..” he nods for you to turn around and holds you in place by your hips, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Your heart jumps and you feel the alcohol push deeper into your system. Suguru Getou is leaning in the doorway.

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(pretty little fears - 6lack + j. cole)

Wow

He’s all kinds of sexy. You’ve never really noticed it before. 100% tall dark and handsome, lazy smile on his lips, lollipop stick tucked into the corner. He tilts his head and appraises your body with slow eyes. If it weren’t for the shots, you know you’d be a nervous mess under his gaze right now. The alcohol props up your confidence and seeps through your bloodstream.

“Hi handsome..” the bold greeting hops off your tongue before you can stop it. Not that you're sorry you said it. You hear Gojo huff a surprised laugh by your ear. Getou’s grin widens and he strides in from the doorway.

“Is this guy bothering you, miss?” Getou’s low voice teases as he glances at Gojo on your shoulder.

“Terribly..” you jest back cooly.

“Oh! I see how it is..” Gojo hums against your neck and squeezes your hips.

“Suguru Getou...History 301, right?” he extends his large hand and you take it.

“And chem lab..Y/N L/N..nice to finally meet you...” his thumb strokes across your knuckles. He’s got a dark quiet confidence about him, you’re so into it. A thick tension hangs between you. His fault for starting it in History today.

“My pleasure...can I get you a drink?” His eyes don’t leave yours as he pulls the bottle back over and unscrews the top in one smooth motion.

“She’s had quite a few already, might wanna slow down..” Gojo shifts behind you. The two men exchange a quick glance. You shoo him off your shoulder, still staring at Getou.

“One more won’t hurt..” you watch his eyes narrow and flick down to your lips, just like they did in class. His attention is rubbing you just the right way. Getou looks back at Gojo and nods to you, cocking an eyebrow.

"I like her.." Getou's words pour more excitement into your gut that quickly mixes with the alcohol that's already there. He then pours three shots and deals them out.

"Told you she's feisty.." Gojo brushes your hair behind your ear. Standing so close between their tall solid bodies is making you hot.

"He's told me a lot about you, bunny.." Your breath catches and the shot pauses against your lips. The way your pet name just rolled off his tongue was ridiculously sexy.

He's pleased with the blush that rushed your cheeks. Gojo's finger tips the shot up, spilling the liquid into your open mouth, scorching your tongue.

"Cheers.." he and Getou tap glasses and exchange a knowing glance over your head before downing their shots. You cough a little at the burn of the alcohol. This stuff is way stronger than what Gojo gave you before. It makes your eyes water. The boys chuckle and Gojo rubs your back.

"Well done, babe." he turns your chin and gives you an encouraging peck. He looks over at Getou.

"Here, he said you like these.." You turn and he pops his sucker into your mouth. Cherry flavored.

Your mind flashes back to the library and you're suddenly aware of how wet your panties are. Chills wash down your body when Getou's hand skims across your lower back under Gojo's. You're too tipsy to be nervous about the contact.

"You should see what else she can do with that mouth.." Gojo takes your empty glass. Getou hums.

"Maybe we should work on this bottle upstairs.." Getou looks down at you, twirling a piece of your hair in his fingers. A surge of adrenaline floods through you when his proposition registers.

"What d'you say, bunny?" Gojo grabs at your ass. Getou runs his hand under your hair across the back of your neck. They watch you pull in a deep breath and close your eyes.

Fuck fuck fuck

Alarm bells are blaring in your head, but the 90 proof that just hit your veins is turning down the volume. The way their big strong hands feel touching on your body is quickly teasing out the bad girl in you. All this attention stroking your ego, pushing heat down into your core.

The poor sweet angel on your shoulder is trying to warn you that the thrill you're feeling isn't safe, but the devil on the other already knows you're gonna go with it.

You grab the bottle and back away from them towards the door. The look on your face has both their cocks throbbing. You tilt your head and smirk, leaning against the doorframe.

"Which way, boys?"

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To be continued..

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[softlimefluff]

Phantom Heart

A/N: this fic is part of the Severed Soul set and takes place in the evening after Jet Black Heart

Thank you to @sunshine-shitposts for collaborating on this fic!! (It's her first collab!!! eeee)

(title song reference)

CW: mentions of death and drinking blood, but otherwise just a conversation between Rohan + Ari and Sunnie + Dio, explaining the events of Dio coming to this universe/what happened with the Board in Dallas.

Gently unsnapping the bib off Ellie, Ari handed it to Rohan, wiping down the little one’s face as she giggled and turned away in protest. The can of butternut squash had ended up both on Ellie’s face and the high chair tray.

Rinsing off the vinyl bib at the sink, Rohan chuckled. “I think we have a budding artist, Ari. She’s becoming a pro at finger painting already. I think she could give Pollock a run for his money~”

Grinning over, Ari laughed too, picking Ellie up and patting her back. “We’ll have to give her a canvas next time~ Though I think more of it went to the tray than in her stomach…”

“We’ll get her a little snack later if we need to. I’ll take her to play for a bit before we start reading books?”

Ari nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be over in a minute.” Scooping Eliana up, Rohan held her up in the air making airplane noises. Heaven’s Door soon took over and made Ellie “fly” on her own, zooming her around the kitchen and into the living room.

“You think she’ll figure out it’s Heaven holding her some day?” Ari smiled, watching the stand fondly as she took a picture.

Rohan looked up, eyes wide and happy. “If she does, it’ll be a day to celebrate. Stand users can have kids with stands, right?”

Ari nodded, watching Ellie giggle and flap her arms as she “flew” around the room. “We’ll have to wait and see… I’m gonna text Sunnie. Find out what’s happening. Okay?”

Freezing up, Rohan nodded slowly, then crossed his arms. “Since we’re not going to get the answers out of Giovanna… That’s our only way.”

Pulling up her messages, Ari found the chat with Sunnie and wrote a quick text:

“Hey Sunnie, what the heck is going on?!?!? Are you okay?”

Ari stared at the phone screen, waiting for a reply. Clearing all this up would hopefully start the journey towards fixing things with Giorno.

* * *

Down below the Dallas Speedwagon Headquarters in one of the bunker suites, Sunnie sat on the sectional, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket when her phone vibrated next to her head. She reached up and grabbed it, unlocking it and checking her message. As her eyes ran over the words, they grew wide.

"Oh shit," she gasped, eyes wide, "Oooh shit, I may have made a bit of an error."

"What is it, love?" Dio called from the kitchen, futzing with the snacks he was fixing for the two of them.

"Ari just texted me," she answered, "I, uh, I forgot to text her about, well, about everything. She's rightfully confused."

"Oh right, Kishibe and Giorno are close, right?"

"Yeah, from what I gather, they're best friends." Taking a deep breath, Sunnie pressed the box and began to reply.

Well, shit's been crazy over here in Dallas but it's settled down, she texted back, I'm guessing Don Giovanna talked to you guys or something?

She hit send, guilt swelling in her chest. She hoped things were alright in Morioh.

* * *

Ari texted back a reply quickly: “Or something… He called us on video chat and started accusing us of betraying his trust and keeping secrets from him and like, putting you in danger. I wasn’t in the room for all of it, but he and Rohan had a falling out. I don’t really know what to do or what’s even happening.”

* * *

Sunnie smacked her face, dragging her palm down it as she groaned. "FUCK, I shoulda seen it coming. God, I should have warned them," she sighed, flexing her fingers.

After a decent second, she composed herself before she began typing again.

We should probably video chat tbh. I have a feeling this is gonna be a long conversation.

After sending that message off, she rolled her head back, closing her eyes. Since the proverbial cat was out of the bag, she figured a video call would be the easiest way to explain.

* * *

“Hey Rohan, Sunnie wants to video chat. I’m gonna grab our iPad then come over to the couch. Can you see if Ellie will sit with us?? If not, we might have to take her to her room…”

“Ah… Sure. The charger cord is still over here too.” Sitting up more, Rohan positioned Ellie in his lap, holding her carefully so she didn’t fall over. Ari brought over the tablet in its case, pulling over a side table. Once it was set up, she texted Sunnie, letting her know they were ready. The call rang in soon and Ari tapped the screen, connecting them.

Sunnie's grinning face popped up on the screen, and she waved excitedly. "Ari! Rohan-sensei! How are you–OH," her eyes widened as she noticed Ellie and her smile grew wider. "Helloooo, sweet angel! She's gotten so big!! I mean, I knew she would, but… still! Oh my gosh…" She giggled thoughtfully. "I'm gonna have to find time to come visit soon."

Ellie looked around for the source of the sound, kicking her legs as Rohan held her, finally seeing the screen and Sunnie. Watching carefully, she scrunched up her face, staring at the new person on the call and making small “bah bah za ma” sounds.

Ari grinned, pointing at the screen. “That’s your Aunt Sunnie! Can you wave?”

Ellie moved her tiny hand from side to side, still getting the hang of controlled motor movements and burst out giggling the next moment, hiding into Rohan’s chest.

“We’d love to have you come stay, Sunnie. There’s room at the Foundation since it used to be a hotel, but if you want somewhere else, I understand.”

"Oh, I'd love to see more of the Foundation there!" Sunnie said, "It's way different than the one we have here. And maybe this time, I can bring my partner—"

As if on cue, a massively muscled arm slid onto the screen behind Sunnie and the sofa, curling around her front as a proportionally large hand quickly gripped Sunnie's face, long black-painted talons in full view, grasping her cheeks and puckering her lips.

"Don't be afraid, pet," said a deep voice, teasing and dark, "Tell them exactly what I am to you now. I need to hear it."

Sunnie, completely used to this sort of interaction, made a ridiculous squawking noise, muffled by her pinched cheeks. "Fine! Aagh, fine. Leggo of my face," She grumbled, blushing. The hand released her, but reached up and ruffled her hair affectionately as the man walked around the sofa. Sunnie's eyes widened as the sound of wood gently landing on wood passed through the speakers of the iPad. "You made us a sharcoochie board??"

The voice chuckled off screen. "Charcuterie, Sunshine."

"Sharcoochie," Sunnie insisted, smiling, "Oh, baked brie, too?"

"On a gentle hot plate, so it won't get cold," the man hummed before sitting down in the corner of the sectional and granting the camera a mischievous smirk.

Both Ari and Rohan gasped a little, stunned by the figure’s beauty and imposing nature.

So this must be Dio.

Rohan’s cheeks flushed as he stared at the man, sensing his charm and charisma even through the screen. There was no doubt about how he was able to command such an army of stand users in the past (according to Jotaro’s stories). He needed to read Dio with Heaven’s Door as soon as possible.

Sunnie gestured casually to the man beside her. "I did misspeak earlier, so lemme introduce you to Dio Brando," she giggled, "my fiancé."

"It's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintances, Ariel, Rohan-sensei," Dio grinned, "I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you. And, sensei, I'm also quite a fan of your work."

Nodding slowly, mouth open, Rohan continued staring at the man, studying his features with a keen eye. Ari grinned back with one finger slipped into Ellie’s hand to keep her entertained. “It’s an honor to meet you after so long. Anyone Sunnie trusts this much has to be worthy of our trust too.” Gently elbowing Rohan, Ari glanced over, urging him to say something instead of just staring.

Dio chuckled, grabbing a cracker and brie and handing it to Sunnie, tracing a sharp fingernail over her inner wrist to make her shiver.

“D.” Sunnie glared softly, not surprised by his very outward display of affection. Ever since he had come to this dimension, he had been mostly locked away and hidden from sight. Now that he was able to show off in front of everyone, he was gladly taking the opportunity to do so. Dio just laughed low in his throat, leaning forward and nuzzling her hair quickly.

Finally coming to himself, Rohan bowed his head slightly, then looked back up at the camera. “Thank you for being a reader of my work. It’s always an honor to meet a fan.”

Sunnie bounced slightly on the couch, leaning into Dio. “Not just any fan! I introduced him to your stuff when he was stuck down here and he caught up on the whole series. We’ve been reading the new chapters online when they release too! It’s kind of our thing.”

Smirking, Rohan passed Ellie off to Ari and crossed his arms. “And how are you liking the current story arc?”

“Oh man!! We’re loving the underwater battles, like the art for that coral palace the other day and the sentient sharks and how Myo could communicate with all the–” Sunnie paused, then shook her head, remembering the true purpose for the call. Dio smiled fondly at her animated display as she continued. “We can call again later and talk manga, but uh. We were supposed to explain things…”

“Right…” Rohan sat up, staring into the camera. “Like why the hell Giorno thought I was a traitor for barely knowing about him.” Nodding his head towards Dio on screen, Rohan sat, back, arms crossed again even tighter. Ellie, having sat still for a bit, started wriggling and fussing, letting out small whimpers. Ari bounced her a bit to see if she would settle, but she cried even harder, balling up her tiny fists as she let out little tears. “Ahhh, sweetheart, baby, I got you.” Glancing into the camera, Ari gave her apologies. “I’m going to go change her and see if she’ll take a quick nap, sorry to dip out…”

“Come back when you can.” Sunnie smiled warmly as Dio finally took notice of the small child, his smug expression dropping into one of absolute fascination. “Thanks for letting us meet Ellie, hopefully we can see her in person soon.”

“I hope so too.” Smiling, Ari waved and took Ellie to her room, leaving Rohan with Sunnie and Dio. With a sigh, Rohan looked at the screen, waiting for a reply.

“So…” Sunnie started first, taking another snack off the charcuterie board. “You know we’re here at the Dallas Speedwagon branch, right? The original location is in downtown Dallas, but we're still basically the main hub for financial and scientific research operations in America and all that shit. DC deals with politics. So it makes sense that when Dio showed up, he was transported to this location. I was originally brought to the team to be his liaison, and I've been living in one of the underground suites with him since, well, since I separated from my ex. But there were… circumstances for his stay."

Rohan raised an eyebrow. “What kind of circumstances? You mean like caveats… conditions?”

Sunnie bit her lip. “Somethin’ like that… Our friend Ellison's stand is a little hard to pin down, but it uh… it creates binding Promises. When Dio first signed his contracts with Boyd and Langley from the old Texas Board, Ellison's stand turned those into two-way Promises. If a Promise is broken, the stand takes something that it considers to be equal value, but that's something Ellison doesn't control.”

Dio laughed to himself, recalling the incident when they discovered the equivalent exchange, as Sunnie continued. “That's actually how we found out that the Board didn't intend on sharing the results of research on Dio's body. All of the bones in Boyd's limbs shattered at the same time."

Rohan didn't miss the satisfied smirks that Sunnie and Dio shared at mention of the incident. Still curious, Rohan butted in during the momentary pause. “If that’s the case, how can we talk about him now?”

"The Promise to keep quiet about Dio's existence to parties that know exactly who he is was one made with Langley and, uh, I bet the Don told you what happened to the Board..." She looked at Rohan, offering him a shrug. "The Promise vanished with her."

“Ah…”

He saw Dio’s arm wrap around Sunnie for support, gently playing with her hair with his clawed nails as she leaned into him, a content smile on her lips. Rohan looked between them, processing what he had just learned. “All the Don mentioned was that the board was all dead, but not how and not why… We knew there was some kind of bigger secret, but never guessed it ran that deep. Giorno–” Rohan frowned, changing his mind at the casual use of his former best friend’s first name. “Giovanna said that we had put you in danger?”

Dio’s hand stopped moving at the mention of his son, frozen in place. Sunnie scrunched her mouth to the side, thinking. “No matter what, the operation that happened was dangerous. To be honest, you not mentioning any of my minor slip ups to the Don probably protected Dio more than anything, so… Thanks for that.”

Dio added quickly, "A second possibility was that, due to my ability to heal, any damage I would have received due to a broken Promise would have gone to the person closest to me." Resting his chin on the top of Sunnie’s head, Dio sighed. "That wasn't something I was ever willing to risk.”

Coming to a conclusion, Rohan sat back, his look victorious and satisfied. “So I am right. The Don will have to take it all back. We didn’t betray him.”

Dio smirked back, pulling himself away from Sunnie. “If the stories I’ve heard are true, he’s just as ruthless as his old man~ It’ll likely take a lot to get an apology out of him. The Brando line is stubborn.”

“That’s an understatement~” Ari grinned, slipping back onto the couch next to Rohan. “I heard the important stuff from afar, don’t worry. Let’s continue.”

Sunnie smiled, waving quickly. “Welcome back~”

“Doesn’t he have the Joestar birthmark?” Rohan asked, curious. “It’s not like I’m an expert on the family line, but Jotaro and Josuke have one too. That’s a Joestar trait more than Brando.”

Dio rubbed the birthmark as his body below his neck began to tingle, then sighed, pulling Sunnie fully into his lap and letting her settle happily against him. He stretched his head backwards, showing off the scar around his neck to Rohan and Ariel for a moment.

"All those years ago, I killed Jonathan Joestar and took his body to use as my own… But the Jonathan from here and the Jonathan where I come from are different enough that there's no physical connection between us. The only Joestar who knew I was here is Jotaro and he had to make a secrecy Promise as well."

Sunnie, easily catching her lover slipping into a more melancholy mood, reached up and patted his cheek. He grinned, appreciating the gesture, and continued. "I do have it on good authority, however, that Giorno does look rather similar to me."

"It was kind of shocking," Sunnie agreed, "But Dio's right about the Brando genes, at least in regards to looks. I don't know the Don well enough to get a read on his personality, but the surface resemblance is uncanny.”

Rohan nodded, looking at Dio again. “I don’t know Dio at all yet, but when we finally saw him earlier it was like seeing Don Giovanna again. Something I didn’t want to see today.” Rohan chuckled bitterly, looking away from the video feed for a minute and out the window. Laying her head onto Rohan’s shoulder, Ari rubbed a thumb over his hand and looked over at him. “I know it’s weird, but Dio isn’t Giorno. We have to give him a chance to show who he is, right?”

Looking over into the camera, Ari smiled gently. “We’re glad to finally meet you, no matter what it took to get here. Maybe we could do a game or movie night on discord if you’re up for it! Though I’m not sure if time zones match up well.” She laughed quietly, breaking the tension.

Sitting up again, Sunnie nodded, pulling out her phone. “I’ll text you and we can work something out!!!”

Rather unamused by Sunnie's sudden movement, Dio yanked her back down into his chest, grinning as she yelped and flailed. "I don't actually need to sleep, however my… condition makes it so that I can't go out during the day. As a result, I'm good for any time, and my precious little human here has adapted to a half-day, half-night schedule to accommodate me." He laughed as she wiggled in his arms, "And you, Sunshine, need to take it easy."

"But baaaabe, I want a salami!" She whined, giggling, and Dio smiled as a massive golden hand appeared near Sunnie, offering her a slice of meat.

"You need only ask and I'll deliver, my love," He hummed.

Rohan leaned forward, watching the couple and looking at Dio’s neck scar again. “One more question… When you said, ‘where I come from,’ I assume you didn’t just mean England or Egypt…”

Dio nodded, grabbing another slice of salami for Sunnie. "The truth is that I'm not from here," he said, "I'm from a universe where I survived Cairo, but for years after that, I was on the run from Jotaro Kujo and his group. Eventually, one of my subordinates was able to use her stand to transport me to a different universe, as far-fetched as it sounds."

"He appeared one day in far-northern Norway, near the coastal city of Alta," Sunnie added, "That was a few months before I was hired as his companion. It's true, though; I'm still not entirely sure of the science of it yet, but Ellison was able to confirm that the basic background radiation in Dio's body was slightly different than the basic background radiation anything from here has. His body's mostly adjusted in the years since, though."

Rohan’s eyes grew wide, darting between Sunnie and Dio. “So… You’re saying. Multiverse real? Alternate dimensions, real?”

Sunnie grinned and nodded, snuggling back into Dio’s arms.

Standing up instantly, Rohan let out a little “YES!!!” and started walking around the room, rambling to himself. “I knew it was real, I knew the possibilities were too strong for us just to be alone. Obviously the universe is so vast that it could be easy to miss, but the universe just to the left of us in reality—And that means alternate me’s exist!” Turning around and looking at Ari, he grinned. “Alternate you’s exist!”

Ari grinned back, nodding. “Infinite Ari’s!!”

He nodded in return. “Infinite Rohan’s!”

Sunnie laughed from their side, chiming in. “Infinity Sunnie’s!!!”

"And," Dio sighed, "Infinite versions of myself, though I can't imagine that being a good thing."

"What matters is that the you version of you found the me version of me," Sunnie said, turning around and slinking up in her blankets to try to kiss his cheek, but seemingly growing dizzy and flopping against his chest.

"You'll have to excuse us," Dio chuckled, wrapping his arms around Sunnie securely as she buried her face in his neck and let out a quiet huff. "Before our talk, I partook of her blood. She's a little tired as a result."

"That's not the only reason, asshole," Sunnie teased, and Dio hummed in response.

"You need to rest so that you're cognizant when we meet with that ring maker, dove," he responded, patting her head softly.

Ari blushed, looking up at Rohan. “We should, uh, we should get going. Let you two… rest. Just text us, ok?”

Both of them nodded and Dio reached forward to the screen. "We will be in touch. It was a pleasure," he said as Sunnie flashed a peace sign at the screen before he ended the call.

Coming back over, Rohan sank into the couch, then turned and laid his head on Ari’s lap. “I don’t think I can wrap my head around infinite universes yet…”

She smiled, leaning down to pull off his headband and kiss his forehead. “Don’t have to figure out the secrets of the universe tonight. Just knowing it exists is enough.”

Closing his eyes, Rohan laid there quietly as Ari started to play with his hair. “Can’t believe we finally met Dio too. Vampires are real AND the multiverse all in the same day?~”

Giggling softly, Ari smiled down at him. “Big day today~~”

Rohan sighed, reaching a hand up to hold Ari’s cheek. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Mmmhhh it is…” Stealing a kiss, Ari nuzzled his nose. “But let’s just stay here a few minutes longer…”

“Alright.”

[tchallasbabymama]

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Hey y’all, here’s chapter 3 of my “Playlist” series (formerly untitled T’Challa fic). Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything! Make sure you read chapter two HERE first and check out my Masterlist. Word Count: 5916

CW: smut

“Let's go somewhere I don't have to work so hard to keep us from drowning, eh?”

“Where do you have in mind?” Ashanti asked him while peppering his jawline with kisses.

Ashanti’s mouth hung open as the lights came on around her. She couldn’t believe she was actually standing in the King of Wakanda’s royal quarters, and on their first date at that. His hands grabbed her waist and brought her from her stupor. He pulled her back into him and nuzzled into the crook of her neck before lightly kissing up to her ear.

“T’Challa, stop, it tickles,” she barely got out between giggles. His hands snaked around and gripped her fleshy stomach, tickling her more. “You put too much wine in me to be tickling me like this.”

T’Challa chuckled and let her out his grasp before pointing to a door on the far wall.

“Bathroom’s through there,” he kissed her cheek, then shook his head as he watched her ass shake while she walked away.

 “Damn.”

Ashanti knew he was watching and sneakily smiled to herself before her expression dropped at the sight before her. She thought the king’s bedroom was nice, but it was nothing compared to the dream jungle spa bathroom she walked into. Tropical plants were scattered around the floor-to-ceiling bamboo room, all under a pyramid glass ceiling. The sunken jacuzzi in the middle of the room was obviously the main attraction, but her eyes were drawn to the rain shower and she forgot why she was even there. 

She caught sight of a vanity and went over to set her purse down, checking out her reflection in the mirror.

“Thank Bast I kept the makeup simple.”

Meanwhile, T’Challa poured himself a drink to calm his nerves. He was fine until she went to the bathroom, but her absence smacked him back to his senses. He brought this woman he barely knows into the palace. Into his quarters. It wasn't an issue of security, he had already thoroughly vetted her, but his willingness to have her in his space shocked him. He never brought women back to the palace, not since Ramonda caught him sneaking two very tired-looking young ladies out one morning when he was home from college. Normally he would go to their place instead, enjoying the freedom to cut their time together short and leave whenever he wanted. But no, this time he brought his date home, and it baffled him. 

The alcohol was doing absolutely nothing for him so he decided to roll up instead. He broke down the Snow Goddess OG and filled up his hemp wraps before licking it and rolling it tight. Right as he lit it, his ears perked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, which he could barely hear over the music he had started up.

Don't talk

Just listen

First of all

I have to be honest with you baby

I lied

When I told you I never wanted to see you again

Can you please stay

Just for tonight

And maybe we can do something

Like make love

Watch the sunrise

Or listen to jojo, k-ci, sing us a verse

Slide closer baby

Ha, that devante baby

Oh you feel so sexy, so good

“Come join me on the patio” he shouted to her from outside.

When Ashanti stepped out the patio doors she was shocked once more.

“This view is...,” she gasped, trying but failing to find the words. She could see all of Birnin Zana and even some of the Mining and River provinces, and of course the Jabari mountains in the distance. A tear came to her eye as she looked out over her beautiful home. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and she felt T’Challa come up behind her. He leaned on the railing next to her, holding his expertly-rolled blunt.

“You should see it at sunrise and sunset, the most beautiful view in the world.”

“Is that an invitation, your highness?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at her platitude and lifted the blunt, offering it to her. She placed it between her lips and he lit the tip for her. She took a couple hits before passing it back to him.

“So you’re a chef and a stoner. What else don’t I know about you?”

T’Challa laughed and gave it some thought.

“Lets see...I’m an excellent dancer, my love language is touch, I strongly dislike musicals, I’m sure you can guess my favorite color-”

“It's yellow, right?” She said sarcastically, making him laugh more and cough a little from the smoke.

“You are so observant. You know, I like that about you.”

The two fell out laughing, and Ashanti was the first to regain composure.

“Wait what do you mean you hate musicals?”

“Just the serious ones. Drama and random singing don’t go together well in my book.”

He passed the blunt back to her and she took a long drag before letting the smoke migrate up to her nose. When she exhaled the smoke she caught him staring at her, and averted her eyes.

“There’s no reason to be shy, I only bite when you want me to.”

She felt a throbbing in her panties again, just like earlier at the lake. She knew why she came here, but now that she was in his room at the palace it seemed all that confidence from earlier at the lake had left her. 

“Lets just enjoy each other’s company, no pressure. Would you like something to drink?”

“What do you have?”

“...everything.”

“Oh right, it’s the palace, duh,” she chuckled nervously. “Mango juice?”

“Coming right up. Care to join me? I can give you a quick tour.” T’Challa said before he could catch himself.

“What the fuck am I doing?”, he thought to himself. Here he was, inviting this woman into his inner sanctum after one date and offering her a grand tour of the palace. The logical side of him knew it was too soon, but the emotional side of him couldn’t care less. He wanted this woman in his life. He wasn’t the only one surprised by his willingness to let her into his world.

“Do you do this for all your suitors?” she asked playfully as he opened the door for her and led her down the hallway to the same elevator bank they arrived in.

“No, actually. I do not,” T’Challa responded, prompting Ashanti to blush at his words and change the subject.

“So you have the whole floor?” They stepped in the elevator and went down several stories. “What about everyone else?”

“They have their own floors as well,” he leaned into her ear. “Mine’s just on top.”

They exited the elevator and once again Ashanti was floored by the sight in front of her. Not of the kitchen, but of the rest of the royal family in the living area. 

T’Challa hadn’t expected anybody to be awake at this hour or he wouldn’t have suggested she come with him. Three sets of eyes turned and stared at the two of them, jaws dropped.

“Oooh someone’s in trouble,” Shuri said as N’Jadaka snickered.

“H-hello usapho,” T’Challa stuttered, making his sister and cousin laugh even more before Ramonda shot them a look to shut them up.

“T’Challa, your friend looks to be on the verge of a heart attack. Are you alright dear?” Ramonda asked.

“Y-yes Queen m-mother, your highness, um- ma’am” Ashanti quickly corrected her mistake and saluted the royals.

“There is no need for that. Come join us, we just started an American drama N’Jadaka suggested called- oh what is it again Daka?”

“Love Jones, auntie,” he said with the frustration of someone who had clearly answered the question more than once. 

“Yes, that is it. There is space for you both over on the couch. Shuri, come join me over he-” she motioned for Ashanti to come join her on the couch and as she took a step forward, a strong arm lightly tugged her back.

“Mama, that is not necessary, we just came down to grab something to drink.”

“And you can still do that,” the Queen Mother snapped at her son. “Young lady what is your name?”

“Ashanti Mostafa, ma’am.”

“The jewelry artist?!” Ramonda said excitedly while Shuri tore her eyes away from the screen.

“I must say, your work is beautiful, dear. That necklace is one of my favorite gifts unyana wam ever gave me, your talent is astounding.” Ramonda showered Ashanti with praise and she almost couldn’t take it. 

“I wore it yesterday and had several people asked about it, so you might be getting a few more customers soon!” Shuri chimed in.

“Wow, I-...thank you so much.” Ashanti wandered over to the couch and sat down, much to T’Challa’s dismay. He joined her, sliding his arm around the back of the couch.

“So, how was the date?” N’Jadaka pushed.

“Can you mind your business, please?” T’Challa said and shot him a glare, while Ashanti chuckled.

“Must have been good since you brought her back here,” Shuri whispered, leading Ramonda to pinch her arm. 

“So what is the movie about?” Ashanti asked the prince, trying to change the subject. He caught on to her game, but let her off the hook for now.

“Love Jones, it’s a Black American classic. A romantic drama,” N’Jadaka wiggled his eyebrows at his cousin and winked at his date. Ashanti blushed and looked back to T’Challa who was leering at the cheeky prince. She placed her hand on his thigh and he looked at her, removing the scowl from his face. They shared a smile as the other royals tried not to notice the cute moment.

Ashanti and the royals watched the movie in relative silence with T’Challa’s arm steadily sinking lower and lower until it finally rested around her shoulders. Ashanti leaned into his side, and his free hand found hers and intertwined their fingers. Halfway through the movie, Ashanti was lightly snoring on the king’s shoulder, and Shuri and N’Jadaka were out, too.

“I like her,” Ramonda whispered across the room to her son, half sleep herself.

“I do too,” he whispered back before kissing her forehead.

“I can see that. Well I don't want to fall asleep out here like you young folks, so I will see you all in the morning.”

“Good night umama.”

“Good night, son. You be good to that one,” she lightly scolded her son as she woke up her daughter and nephew to usher them out the room.

“Yes ma’am.”

T’Challa spent the rest of the movie panicking about what to do next. Should he stay still and let her sleep uncomfortably on the couch, should he wake her up to go home, or should he carry her up to his bed like he had wanted to do all night and let her sleep there? He didn’t want to seem too forward and he wasn’t sure about how she would feel waking up in his bed, but he knew waking her from her sleep wasn’t an option. Just as the credits finished rolling and he had decided to stay in that position for as long as she did, Ashanti started to stir. 

“What’d I miss?”

He loved how her voice sounded after just waking up, the raspiness tickling his ears. She untangled herself from him and stretched her arms wide.

“The rest of the movie,” T’Challa gestured to the screen and smirked at her.

“That was so rude of me in front of your family, I am so sor-”

“Ashanti, it's no big deal. Umama and I were the only ones who didn't pass out and she went to bed halfway through.”

Ashanti nodded and let out a yawn. Thankful for her lack of morning breath, she leaned in to lightly kiss his lips.

“Mm, what was that for?”

“For being so comfortable to sleep on. I mean, damn.”

The two started laughing before the king looked the artist right in the eyes and pulled her in for a deep, slow kiss. Ashanti’s hand trailed up from around his abdomen to cup his cheek and his hand came up to grip her thigh while his other arm pulled her into him. She was wrapping her leg around him when a cough interrupted them. T’Challa pulled away from the kiss, turning instead to glare at the third person in the room. Ashanti hid in the crook of his neck, embarrassed to be caught by whoever.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“I came for my shoes. Auntie got us out of here so fast earlier I forgot to grab em.”

N’Jadaka quickly walked around the couch, found his shoes, and dipped. When he left, Ashanti lifted her head then her whole body from his lap. He looked like a sad puppy when she left his embrace, missing her warmth immediately. 

“It’s late, I should g-”

“Stay, please. It is late and I have a whole ‘king size’ bed you can have to yourself.” T’Challa almost begged her. She pulled him up and off the couch, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his jaw. She could hear the song they were listening to before they left his quarters playing in her head.

Sorry I left you

Left you cryin

But since you've been gone

I've been all alone

'Cause all of my tears

You know they left me drownin

Please baby I'm beggin

For you to stay at home

Tonight

Let's start our love again

Tonight

We can be more than just friends

Don't you know

The sun

Is going down

So baby won't you just stay

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

“You don't have to give up your bed, that I’m sure is the most comfortable thing in all of Wakanda. ‘I only bite when you want me to’,” Ashanti teased, throwing his own words back at him.

“So you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay. I’m too tired to go anywhere anyways, I can barely- T’Challa!” she squealed as he picked her up bridal style. She clung to his neck and laid her head on his chest, too tired to fight him on it. She nuzzled into his neck as they rode the elevator back up to the top floor.

She was so tired she almost fell asleep again on the ride up, but the automated voice letting them know they had arrived woke her from her half-slumber. 

“This man is just too damn comfortable,” she thought to herself. “He smells good, he’s warm...”

Just as she was sinking back into her relaxed state he placed her down at the foot of the bed.

“All I have for you to sleep in are my clothes, if that’s alright with you.”

“It is.” she smiled wide then started to take off her jewelry.

The king watched her from above in his standing position and stopped her from reaching for her shoe buckle.

“Here, let me,” he said softly before sinking down to one knee and pulling her foot into his lap. He unbuckled her sandal and pulled it off before kissing her ankle, and he did the same on the other side. Her eyes hung low with lust and fatigue, but she was laser-focused on him, trying to figure out how he knew that was her spot.

“Um, T’Ch-Challa?”

“Hm?”

“We should, um-”

“Yes, I’ll be back,” he cleared his throat and stood before turning and disappearing into what Ashanti assumed was his closet when he emerged with an Oxford t-shirt. “I already had the staff bring you a toothbrush and toothpaste, a silk scarf, black soap, and shea butter for your beauty and hygeine needs. They’re, uh, on the sink in the bathroom there.”

“Thank you, T’Challa,” she said with a soft voice.

“Don’t say my name like that if you want to sleep tonight. You’ve been warned.”

She jumped up from the bed and scurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower. After she came out, he went in, taking a much quicker shower and emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel while Ashanti slid on her nightgown for the night. She didn't notice him at first, but he noticed her thick brown legs peeking out from his old college t-shirt and his towel jumped. By the time Ashanti realized he was even in the room, he had turned to go to his closet to pick out something to wear to bed. The king usually slept naked, but he had a couple of sleepwear options just in case. He slid on a pair of black silk pajama pants and padded back out to the bedroom.

Ashanti was climbing under the covers on his side of the bed, so he scooped her up and placed her gently on the left. He pulled back the covers for her and she slid under, then he climbed in bed on top of her and kissed her forehead before rolling off her to the other side of the bed. She couldn't help but giggle at his antics.

“Goodnight Ashanti.”

“Goodnight T’Challa,” she lightly pecked his lips then snuggled down into the covers. She was right about it being the most comfortable bed in the world, and she fell asleep almost instantly. T’Challa stayed up a short while watching her sleep before exhaustion overtook him as well. 

Throughout the night Ashanti kept moving closer and closer to T’Challa until she ended up wrapped around him. Her leg was thrown over his side and his arm had come down to hold it in place while his other arm tucked around her midsection. When she eventually tried to roll away, his arms wouldn’t let go, but instead he rolled with her, spooning her from behind. 

They spent the rest of the night connected, both physically and mentally, each dreaming of the other. 

When morning came, T’Challa was the first to arise, in more ways than one. His dream had been salacious and his morning wood was something fierce. He tried his best to move his pelvis away from Ashanti, but she would move with him searching for his warmth. He eventually gave up and tried to focus on anything other than his erection, landing on her braids that were tied back yet still somehow sprawled out everywhere. 

“I could get used to waking up like this,” he mumbled, the rumble in his chest waking her from her resting state. Her hand came up and caressed the arm that held her tight around her midsection, intertwining their fingers and turning around to face him, placing his arm back around her. 

“Good morning beautiful,” he said grinning from ear to ear. Ashanti nearly melted at his husky morning voice. She wanted to hear it more often. 

“Good morning your highness,” she giggled as he growled and tickled her sides.

“What did I tell you about that?”

“N-nothing, my warning was about your name!” she got out between laughs. In all her struggling to get out of his grasp she somehow wiggle her way back on her other side to escape the bed, only to be pulled back into the grasp of the Black Panther. When he pulled her into him he had forgotten about his situation, but she quickly became aware of his hard dick. 

“I am sorry-”

“Don’t be,” she said as she grinded her hips into his, his dick resting comfortably between her cheeks.

“Mmm, Ashanti you’re playing with fire.”

She turned back to look at him as her hips moved round and round.

“Burn me, then.” She reached out to pull his face into hers but he resisted.

“Do you have to work today?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then not today. I want to take my time with you, plus you’ll need more than a couple hours to walk again.”

His threat did nothing but rev her up more.

“It is good to know you like morning sex, though. I’ll keep that in mind,” he teased.

Ashanti rolled towards the edge of the bed and threw her legs over the side. He looked at her with concern, but when she looked back all he saw was lust.

“I can’t lay next to you then, it’s too tempting.”

“‘It’ as in…?” T’Challa pointed down his body.

“Yes! I saw that monster at the lake, keep it away from me unless you plan on doing something with it.”

T’Challa chuckled.

“I can respect that,” he got up from the bed and held his hand out to her. She took it, tentatively, and followed him out to the patio. He pointed to her left at the rising sun and her mouth fell open when she turned around and took in the sight before her. The sunrise over Wakanda was even more beautiful from this height. She leaned into his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. The two of them stood like that for at least 15 minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.

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Ashanti knew her roommates would give her shit for coming home at this hour wearing the same clothes she left in, but what she didn't expect was a damn welcome party.

“Oh my Bast, there she is. Tell us everything!” Binta screamed as Kwame rounded the table to attack her with a hug. He pulled back and took in her appearance.

“Why do you look so well-rested? You're supposed to be crawling right now,” he said, checking for bags under her eyes. “You're too put together. Spill!”

“Ok ok, damn. Can I get comfortable first before I tell you the story? Can I do that?”

“She’s too feisty, she didn't get any,” Binta whispered to her twin brother.

Ashanti shot them both a deadly glare on her way up the stairs to go change.

She made it to her room and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. That comfortable bed and that comfortable man really had her looking more rested than she had in months. She quickly changed into sweats and a tank top before heading back downstairs to face her roommates.

She jogged down the steps, remembering she missed her morning run, and found them still in the kitchen digging into breakfast. She watched as they piled their plates high, and sat down while they enjoyed their breakfast.

“Ok girl, so tell us about the date and why you didn't come home until 8am.”

“So…,” she started as the twins leaned in. “The date was a picnic at some private lake. It was beautiful, and he cooked u-”

“The king can cook?!” Binta gasped.

“That's what I said! But yeah girl, he cooked us a whole caribbean meal because he knows how much I love the Lost Tribe and their cultures- by the way, have you heard of Jodeci? Anyways, we can come back to that. So we’re talking and flirting and we combined our favorite songs into one playlist, and vibed out talking about the music...then we went for a swim-”

“A swim? You got naked in front of the king?” Kwame asked, staring at her with accusatory eyes.

“More importantly, did he get naked? Tell me about the strength of the Black Panther, honey.”

“Chiiiiiiile, that man was carved by Bast, straight out of Mount Bashenga itself.”

Kwame and Binta swooned, he was the first to get it together and get back to the conversation at hand.

“Alright, so what happened next? You fuck by the lake?”

“No we made out in the lake...then went back to the palace-”

“The palace?!”

“The palace?!” the twins said in total shock from the new bit of information. 

“The palace, friends...and I ended up meeting the royal family on accident,” Ashanti watched her roommates’ eyes widen with every word, worried they’d pop out of their heads in a minute. “The Queen Mother and Princess Shuri complimented my designs, and we all fell asleep in the living room watching a Black American romance movie called ‘Love Jones’. Then when I woke up he asked me to stay…”

“Ok and you obviously did, so how many times did you get that back blown out?”

Ashanti chuckled at their impending let-down.

“Zero.”

“You expect us to believe- so you just slept there?”

“Mhm, in his bed...with him...all cuddled up. Then this morning we watched the sunrise over Wakanda and he made me breakfast. Woo, I almost fainted watching that man in the kitchen.”

They could catch flies, their mouths were open so wide.

“So let me get this straight...you had a romantic date with the king, made out naked in a private lake, he took you back to the palace to meet his fami-” Binta began.

“No, that was an accident. Carry on.”

“Ok whatever, so you run into his family, hang out with them, and then stay the night, had a romantic morning after, and at no time did you two get it in?! I don’t have your self control because, baby, I would’ve fucked that man in that lake.”

“I almost did, but my nerves kept getting in the way…”

“Oh honey, that’s ok. When’s the next date?” Kwame asked her.

A slow smile crept up Ashanti’s face and her eyes glazed over thinking about seeing T’Challa again.

“He has to go out of the country for the next week or so, but whenever he gets back I invited him over for me to return the favor and cook for him. You two need to make yourself scarce though.”

“That’s fine with me, I started seeing this hot mining tribe guy. Girl, he’s so strong from all that hard labor...woo,” Kwame fanned himself.

“And I have an open invitation to stay with Kiki, so I’ll go catch up with her while you catch that Black Panther dick.”

“Thanks,” Ashanti giggled out. Her friends were always so supportive of her, especially when dick was involved. They had been trying to get her back in the dating world for the last two years, but she had been so wrapped up in work that she barely had time for anything or anyone else. Her last relationship was short-lived and ended because her shop always came first. He was a good guy, but the sex was just alright. Before him was a manipulative piece of shit she stayed with for 3 years because she thought it was love, who cared more about his release than hers. Every man she’s ever dated left her either heartbroken or orgasm-less, and for years she wanted nothing more than to feel what she’s feeling for the king. Her friends knew she hadn't really had a proper dick-down and had made it their personal missions to get the cobwebs knocked off her pussy. The Black Panther seemed like the perfect candidate. 

“So, wow...the king?” Binta was still processing the information.

“You had to kiss a lot of frogs, but look at you now!” Kwame chimed in.

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When Ashanti got to her shop, she was met with the sight of an enormous bouquet on her stoop. She immediately knew who it was from, and one look across the street at her parents outside their restaurant told her that they knew too. 

“It was dropped off about an hour ago.” Chidi said loudly as he crossed the street towards his daughter to get a look at the flowers. It was a large bouquet of violets, her favorite.

“They’re beautiful,” Ashanti said with a goofy smile on her face. “Help me move this inside before they draw any more attention?” She and her dad brought the violets in and set them on her counter by the register. She stood back to admire them once more.

“So I take it the date went well?” Bisa asked her daughter, causing Chidi to roll his eyes and exit the shop while blowing his daughter a kiss.

“Mama, it was amazing! We already planned a second date for when he gets back in town.” Ashanti was giddy like a schoolgirl having her first crush as she told her mother the PG version of her date. 

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, baby!” Bisa pulled her in fora hug and kissed her forehead. “He sounds like a good man.”

“That he is.”

The two spoke for a little while longer before saying a quick goodbye and parting to tend to their respective businesses. When Ashanti was alone she let out a loud sigh, staring at the beautiful flowers from her suitor. She picked up the card and read his note.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.

See you soon,

T

She held the note close to her chest and rocked on her heels, letting the feeling of a crush overcome her. She reached down and tweaked her beads, causing their playlist to pull up and shuffle. Of course this was one of those times when the shuffle feature seemed to read her mind, and what she referred to as ‘their song’ from here on out began to play. She swayed along, remembering the feel of his hands on her body. His warm, large, strong hands...

So here we are

Just me and you

We're thinkin of the things

That we used to do babe

Tonight is yours, lady

Yours and mine

Let's try again to put our trust on the line, yeah

Tonight

Let's start our love again

Tonight

We can more than just friends

Don't you know

The sun

Is going down

So baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

Throughout the day her mind flashed back to the night before, missing the feel of his lips, the smell of his skin, and those deep dark eyes that became black holes when he was all worked up. 

It was a busy day at the shop. A group of kids had come in for a pottery class in the back, and her jewelry was flying off the shelves. The art supply customers weren’t in short supply either, and she thought about finally hiring some help. Just as she finished dealing with a rush of customers and closed up the shop for her lunch break, her kimoyo beads dinged. She took a look and smiled at the name.

T: I miss you already.

She couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

A: I miss you too. How are the Avengers? 

T: A pain, as usual. All they do is argue with each other, I could get most of this done by myself. How was the shop today?

A: The busiest I think it’s ever been! I’m pretty sure I have your sister to thank for that. I’ll have to hire employees if it continues on like this. 

T: I can’t believe you’ve been doing all of that by yourself. Oh by the way did you get my gift?

She looked over at the violets on the counter and bit her lip.

A: I did! How did you know violets were my favorite?

T: I just took a wild guess.

A: Good guess…

T: I feel like I know you so well already after just the one date, tell me something I don't know about you.

A: I’ve never broken a bone before.

T: Really? I’ve broken bones more times than I can count. Thankfully with the heart shaped herb in my system, I can recover fairly quickly. 

A: What was your most embarrassing moment?

The bubbles disappeared for a moment. She wasn't sure if he was thinking on it or if he had to go, but then they reappeared.

T: My sophomore year of college, I was home for winter break and my umama caught me sneaking two ladies out of the palace. She looked so disappointed in all three of us, and I felt like an antelope in headlights. Until last night that was the last time I brought anyone home, by the way.

A: Two, huh?

T: That’s what you got out of the story?

A: uh, yeah, duh.

The two went  back and forth for the rest of the day before choosing to video chat that night. They laid up all night talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. There were long stretches of silence when one or the other focused on another task, but neither  could bring themself to end the call. It wasn’t until Ashanti fell asleep that he even thought about hanging up, but he let the chat continue for a few more minutes while he watched her sleep peacefully. 

Two weeks passed by with the king and the artist regularly texting and video chatting from across the world. They were both anxious to be back in the other’s arms, and couldn't wait for his mission with the Avengers to come to a close. It finally did, over a week past it’s supposed end date. When T’Challa  broke the news to Ashanti, her face lit up like a fire. He was set to come back Tuesday night, so they planned their date for Wednesday over yet another kimoyo chat.

“So what are you making me?” T’Challa asked her in jest.

In all honesty, she hadn’t thought very much about the menu. 

“It’s a surprise, mister.”

“Mister? There are so many better names you could call me-”

Sir? Daddy? Kumkani? Her mind raced through the possibilities, enjoying each one. In their kimoyo dates they both had a habit of getting frisky. Sometimes one or both of them would be naked or in some state of undress, and sometimes things escalated from simply hot to downright pornographic. Ashanti learned that the king was a dominant man with a filthy mouth who loves to watch her put on a show, with him as director of course. By day three he had Ashanti topless, sucking on her own nipples, and today she had her fingers deep in her pussy all up in the camera for him to see every drop. She wasn’t the only one on display, he had his vibranium-hard dick out in his hand, stroking from his balls to the tip of his dick, pulling back his foreskin on the way back down. When he came, she stared at the milky substance dripping over his fist and stuck out her tongue, wishing she could taste him, 

“You know, if you were here I’d expect you to clean this mess up. Right, kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Uh-uh, not sir. You know who I am, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes Kumkani.”

A wicked smile crossed his face and he chuckled lowly.

“Good girl. Are you tired already?”

“Baby I just drained myself on camera, be happy I can talk.”

“Mm, I like ‘baby’ too.”

Ashanti giggled at his one track mind, “Challa, let me get some sleep.”

“Alright, sithandwa. Sweet dreams,” he sighed then blew her a kiss. She blew one right back before cutting off the feed and laying her head down to rest, their song playing in her head.

Forget about yesterday

'Cause I want you so bad

Make love to me like you never had

My love

Is coming down

So baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Baby won't you just stay

For a little while

Next Chapter

[galaxywhump]

29 Day Whump Challenge - Day 21

[Masterlist]

[Challenge]

Prompt: Whipped

So uh. As much as I hate saying things like this about a story, because I consider it a self-fulfilling prophecy, this one just. kinda sucks :v But hey, at least it’s another day of the challenge done.

cw: whipping, filmed whump, forced partial nudity (not sure if it counts but. just in case.), creepy/intimate whumper, threats of noncon, humiliation, modern slavery, blood, restraints, strangulation.

taglist: @faewhump @inky-whump @whole-and-apart-and-between

EDIT: I ended up pasting the text from docs instead of word, so all formatting was gone (and I can’t live without my italics). Now it’s fixed, but gosh, this part really didn’t want to cooperate.

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“Hey, you forgot the fu-”

He’s pinned to the wall by the throat, too shocked to even shout or fight back as the hand holding him starts to tighten.

“No!”, he chokes out, clawing at it uselessly, and the grip settles right before he starts to actually suffocate, just enough to make breathing a struggle. Cold metal closes on his right wrist and it’s pulled sharply, connected to the left and his struggles grow more frantic.

So it really is happening, the nightmare scenario becoming reality, started with the simple difference that he wasn’t given a shirt, and his usual sweatpants were replaced with loose shorts, and it took ten minutes of crying in the bathroom before he felt ready to get out of there and try to act tough.

And now it’s happening, and he’s pinned to the wall and cuffed, and he’s never been more exposed in front of Daniel and it’s really happening.

“No”, he whimpers and the pressure on his throat is suddenly released, leaving him heaving desperately. There’s a tug on the handcuffs and he stumbles forward, and Daniel is silent, so terribly silent.

Not this. Anything but this.

He expects to be dragged straight to the bedroom, but when they step into the living room, his heart threatens to crush his ribs.

There’s a goddamn filming setup here with two tripods with cameras on them, and three lamps lighting a small area - the set proper - with the familiar chain and pulley system, and some blue tarp spread on the floor.

“Wait…” He’s pushed onto the tarp before he can finish, not that there’s any coherent thought in his panicked mind; Daniel forces him to kneel in the center, still wordlessly, and attaches the chain. “No, wait-”

The chain is pulled, just a little bit, so that his arms are raised above his head, but he’s still kneeling, facing one of the cameras, with the other one pointed at an angle at his back..

The creep is going to film this.

The creep crouches in front of him and flashes him a dark smile before cupping Wren’s face in his hands, chuckling at the way he shrinks away from the touch.

“Please”, Wren says on the verge of tears. “Please, please don’t do this.”

“Do what?”, Daniel mutters, raising one brow, and eyes his half-naked captive up. “Ah. I see. No, it’s not what you’re thinking, kid.”

The relief Wren feels is almost painful, the claws of terror jabbed into his skin now torn out forcefully, and he’s close to forgetting about this situation, about being chained up on a film set.

“So why…”

“Berkeley wants an update, and I want to hear you scream.” Daniel lets go of him and gets up to adjust the camera angle before disappearing somewhere behind him; Wren strains his neck to see what’s going on, panic setting right back in. “You seem to be getting quite comfortable here, and I like it, but at the same time I want you to know your place.”

“I know my place”, Wren rushes to reply. “I do.”

“Great! So you know that you need to follow orders, for example. Here’s some: just look straight into the camera, look pretty and do whatever I tell you to. Got it?”

“But what are you-” His question is cut short as Daniel appears back in his field of vision, holding a black whip. “Oooh no. No.”

“No? You don’t like it?”, Daniel laughs, swinging it nonchalantly from side to side. “I do. It’s timeless.”

“But I-”

There’s a crack and Wren yelps, but the whip only hits the tarp, way too close for his liking.

“I definitely like it a lot.” Daniel points the whip at Wren’s face and grins at his expression of pure terror. “It was my favorite tool when dealing with new cargo I was asked to break, actually. And now I can finally use it on you.”

“But-” He flinches when the whip is cracked again.

“Ah-ah. No talking unless I tell you to.”

“You’ll have to fucking muzzle me then”, Wren spits and the next second Daniel closes the distance between and backhands him in the face hard enough for his head to snap to the side; it’s quickly forced straight with a rough grip on his chin.

“Remember what I said, sweetheart? I want to hear you scream. And talk, but only when I specifically tell you to.”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart!” Another slap, this time drawing a choked yelp from Wren, and Daniel cups his face in his hands once again, gently stroking his jaw with his thumbs.

“Sweetheart? Yes”, he whispers, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Fucking? Not yet, anyway.”

Wren jerks his head back violently, his eyes widening, the facade of fury gone from his face in an instant; all he can hear is the beating of his own heart, and it’s beating fast, too fast; when Daniel lets go of his face and gets up, he thinks he might just pass out right here and now, black spots starting to appear before his eyes.

A cracking sound followed by his bare back flaring up in pain is enough to sober him up, and he cries out in shock, instinctively hunching his back, lowering his chest as much as the chain allows him to.

“Eyes on the camera.”

Crack.

It’s all too sudden, and he cries out once more, and it’s all wrong, he couldn’t prepare, he’s being filmed.

Crack.

“I said: eyes on the camera.”

He fights to lift his head and fix his eyes on the eye of the camera; tears are already trickling down his face.

He didn’t want to give Daniel and Berkeley the satisfaction of seeing him cry and hearing him scream, but he has already failed. Daniel’s comment, that one threat that he had been dreading above anything else, was enough to make him so much more vulnerable.

Another hit, another thin line of pure fire crossing his back, another scream.

“That’s better. And don’t worry, I won’t mess up the brand.”

Crack.

He sees his reflection in the camera, his grimace of pain, his teary eyes.

“If we weren’t both dead men I’d love to send this recording to someone”, Daniel’s voice is completely calm, monotone. “Maybe your squad. Wonder what they’d say if they saw you like this.”

Crack.

“No”, Wren chokes out, a sob forming in his throat, and he lets it out, his back on fire.

“I doubt they’d say ‘no’”, Daniel laughs. “I think they’d call you pathetic. Weak. You’re not their leader anymore. You’re just a wretched piece of shit.”

A failure, an inner voice suggests, helpful as ever, and Wren sobs again; his head drops involuntarily and he forces himself to lift it up again. He’s not fast enough and the whip falls on his back once more, a punishment.

“At least you’re learning.”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Screaming, screaming, screaming.

“It’s been a while since I saw you covered in blood. It suits you.”

Crack.

“Okay, now you’re going to answer a few questions, got it?”

He’s panting, staring into the camera, focusing on his reflection, his vision more and more blurred with each passing second. His next scream is almost animalistic as the whip falls on his back again with what feels like the most force yet.

“Got it?”

“Got it!”, he yells.

“Your name and title?”

He has to take a couple of deep breaths and for a moment he forgets, because all he is right now is in pain.

“Lieute-”

Crack.

“Full title.”

“Fucking-”, he pants and there’s another hit which causes his back to arch, the welts exploding with a whole new kind of agony. “First lieutenant Wren Rackham!”, he screams and wonders how it’s even possible for him to still have some tears left.

“What are you?”

“What-”

Crack.

“What are you right now? Why are you here?”

His mind is racing.

“I’ve been kidna-” Crack. “I’m a slave! I’m a fucking slave!”

Crack.

He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die.

“Language, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Last question: who do you belong to? Say it loud and clear.”

“Daniel Rooney.” His voice breaks and he sees in the eye of the camera that his lip is quivering.

They’d say I’m pathetic.

Crack.

“Full sentences”

He’s sobbing, he’s falling, his entire body is on fire.

“I belong to Daniel Rooney”, he mutters.

Crack.

“Loud and clear, idiot.”

“I belong to Daniel Rooney!”

He closes his eyes, too exhausted to keep them open anymore, and waits for another crack of the whip, another spot exploding with pain.

“Well done, kiddo.”

There are footsteps as Daniel turns the cameras off and releases the chain, the only thing supporting Wren’s body. He collapses onto the floor and screams again, the bloody mess that is his back flaring up with the shift in position. He takes a deep, shaky breath, on the verge of mercifully passing out when he hears and feels Daniel stand right over him.

“This might hurt a little.”

“No…”, Wren chokes out, and in the next second he yowls in agony when some kind of disinfectant is poured on the wounds, aggravating the pain, making it even more unbearable than it was during the whipping itself, and then a new kind of pain joins in when Daniel leans over him and whispers:

“You’re so beautiful like this, sweetheart.”

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