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kulemiwrites · 18 days

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𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Genre: SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2k

Character(s): Sylus (Shin), fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first time in a long time sharing a non-yakuza, non-ss fic, so I'm super nervous! I started on this back in August and kept giving up on it but somehow today I managed to power through! I wanted to make this a little something more than just smashing a fave but as of now there's still LOTS to learn about Shin. Hopefully it's decent?

Too long for tumblr? Read on AO3!

You can't get enough of him and who was he to deny his sweet girl?

The rustle of sheets shifting beneath desperate bodies had nearly been silenced by the ferocious song of labored breathing and damp skin connecting. Sharp hisses, quiet promises and gratified curses pushed through swollen, parted lips. His– pink and plush– slipped between his pearly whites in a sad attempt to mute himself but he was unsuccessful. There was no hiding how good his cock felt buried deep within your smooth, sticky velvet. Greedy, spongy walls selfishly sucked him back in stroke after savory stroke.

It was too much, and yet, not nearly enough.

Tears of sweat raced along Sylus’ tall, sinewy body. The night lights of the bustling city you’d just spent a whole day exploring, peaked through the floor to ceiling windows. Neither of you had bothered to draw the curtains before you fell into bed, chasing each other’s lips and caress. Now, with the city’s blessing, you were graced with the sight of his muscles bulging and veins dancing with each deep roll of his hips. His fair skin shined like pearls of alabaster. The city’s illumination wasn’t too generous though. It softened his features and hid just how lust-ridden his expression actually was.

He’d promised himself when you checked into the hotel this evening that he would be on his best behavior, that he’d rest with you after your showers and keep his hands to himself. However, encouraged by the couple glasses of vino he’d ordered you at dinner, you stripped out the sexy red dress that he’d had painstakingly tailored for your gorgeous figure shortly after entering the room and dropped it to puddle around your feet. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself all day and the build up led you to mow him down the moment you had him all to yourself.

And who was he to deny the whims of his favorite kitten?

You had been writhing and moaning beneath him for no less than twenty minutes now and though you’d reached your peak twice, it was written in your starry eyes that you desperately needed more. Sylus had been dying to cum since since orgasm #1 but he always prided himself in being the one who could satisfy you like no other.

When he took you to bed, he always encouraged you to use him to your heart's content. Each time he sank his long, thick cock inside your heat, he was convinced that this was what he was placed onto the planet to do.

Nothing ever felt more right than this.

The way his balls tightened at the thought practically confirmed that as fact and it drove him fucking insane.

You spread your legs further, slippery fingers gripping at his waist in an attempt to pull him in deeper. A curt breath pushed through his nostrils as his lips curled in a jeer. How cute, he thought as he hooked his own deft fingers beneath your right knee and lifted it to rest your leg above his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss against your ankle, your foot dangling above his ear.

Sylus knew that if he kept up at this pace he would wind up spilling himself inside of you. Though he angled himself to offer you the final inch of cock that you’d been craving for, he softened and slowed his stroke.

You let out a groan, expressing your discontent with this without a word but he continued as he were, flashing a teasing but apologetic smirk. It wasn’t lost on him what you wanted but for now, just for now, he had to ignore your desires until he could gather himself once again. Pressing a kiss to your lips, he mentally promised to give you what you wanted… in due time.

You reached for his face, nimble fingers unknowingly trailing behind a bead of sweat that raced along his sharp jawline then dripped off his chin. “Sy, don’t stop!”

He craned his head to catch one of your knuckles between his lips, giving it a sweet peck, hips still rolling gently against you, “Sweetie, if I don’t lighten up, I’ll cum…”

The same fingers he’d leaned in to kiss, slithered up his neck then tangled themselves in the short, damp hair at the back of his head before pulling him down until he was but a breath apart from your lips. Lowering your leg from its rightful place above his broad shoulder, you wrapped it and its twin around his undulating waist.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his scarlet gaze widened down at you.

You gripped the short of his hair tighter, all but snatching it from his scalp as you locked him in place using your heels to guide his thrusts for an added emphasis.

“Dont. Fucking. Stop!” you panted, then sank your teeth into his bottom lip.

A pointed groan ripped from deep within his diaphragm. His dark, narrow brows twitched with nearly the same intensity as his body. Sylus’ large, clammy hand was shaky in its reach for the pillow haloed around your head. Loud moans sounded out as he managed just a few more deep, stuttering thrusts with your guidance and then his entire body stiffened…

Did he just…?

Horror chilled his body just as quickly as the lust that lit him on fire.

He could barely count on his own strength to hold him up above you. Second by second his arms grew limp, practically useless.

This… had never happened before.

Did he really just react to you taking charge as if he were a virgin getting his cock wet for the first time in his life? Thoughts poured into him like alphabet soup– scrambled and senseless. What had you done to him? Surely he was capable of far more vigor than his…

Ruby red poured over your face, attempting to study you while maintaining his own composure. Was this the night he’d disappoint you? Would you believe him if he told you that this was exactly what he planned to do? He wondered.

A wickedness curled the corners of your mouth and delight flashed in your eyes.

For once, he found you impossible to read. Were you amused at his lackluster performance? Were you pleased with yourself for getting exactly what you wanted? Or… Was there something else?

Once again securing your legs around his waist, song fell from your parted lips as you rocked into him, helping yourself over and over to his softening cock. Pathetic whimpers escaped him as he watched your eyes roll back, completely indifferent to the sensitivity plaguing member. Your nails combed at his scalp as you pulled him closer, giggling softly as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

Biting back a groan, he whispered against yours. “Are you not done with me yet, kitten?”

His pulse was already out of control but the mind-numbingly beautiful smile you flashed at him as you shook your head was nearly enough to double it. A playful scoff brushed warmly against your glistening face.

“That so?”

Sylus dug his fingertips into the pillow, gripping until he’d made a fist. Biting back the embarrassing moan that itched his throat, he wound his jaw. He steeled himself, resting his weight onto his hands that were stretched out to claw at the lumpy sheets surrounding you. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to roll his hips once again, trying his best to regain just enough composure to take back control. This sensitivity however, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

His thick cock twitched inside of you, blood pumping in efforts to rejuvenate itself. He felt as if he was becoming more hard this time than he was right before he’d come.

“Fuck, ____.” he grunted through clenched teeth.

It wasn’t common for him to use your name, especially in moments like this but now he’d been uttering it against your skin like a prayer. You were the goddess he was hoping would show him mercy. Of course, his prayers would go unanswered. He worshiped a selfish deity, one that saw no error in using him and received pleasure from his torment.

And he wanted it no other way.

The thought would have made him laugh had he not been dying from overstimulation.

At what point did he become the type to all but beg to be fucked like this? Just exactly when did you come to wield such power over him? How did he allow himself to become so utterly pathetic?

You pulled him in for a messy kiss as if sensing the whirlpool that was his thoughts and sought to silence them. He had become putty in your hands– Or perhaps, he always had been? Each time he fell under your touch, he watched him stray further and further from the Sylus he’d so ardently crafted. The man practically ripping a hole into the fabric of these very expensive sheets as he frantically pounded you was a stranger to him.

“Ah, that feels so good, Sy!” you whined, your hands slipping from his head back down to grip pathetically at his dripping waist. “Please, don’t stop!”

“Of course, Sweetie.” he panted harshly, his expression hardening as he glanced down at your sloppy connection. Both his cum and your arousal splashed back against his thighs, a ring of cream likely building up around the base of his cock.

Then, he stared at your beautiful face. Pretty lips parted, brows needled together to signify your desperation, and your eyes, the ones that made his heart stutter each time they’d connected with his, were laser focused on the way he’d been splitting you. While you lost yourself to his cock, he lost himself within you.

Who was he? Right now, who was he really?

He knew the answer to that a long time ago but right now, he didn't have the foggiest clue…

Sylus felt your walls contracting around him, the grip like a vice as his balls tightened no matter how hard he fought against the buckle of his stroke. He was intent on churning through that sensitivity, now utterly delicious, in an effort to usher his sweet kitten to the taste of bliss she was so fervently chasing.

Focus, Sylus. Fucking focus. He told himself.

You buried your nails deep into his biceps, crescent moons would soon fill with blood and he left them as it. He had no intention of faltering.

“Comin–!” you forced out, sweaty back arching off of the bed.

He gripped at your waist, slamming you down to meet his clumsy thrusts. A stream of your juices sprayed out onto him but he continued to pound, guiding you to once again to wrap your legs around his waist. Once you did, a loud roar of your name left him as he filled you one more time. Together with him, a chorus of pleasured moans filled the air until soon he drowned yours out.

“Agh, AGH! aH!” he groaned, thrusting until he could no longer.

Your hands fell from his arms, limp at your side and with a shudder, Sylus plopped down onto you, still careful not to squish you with his body weight.

His brows twitched with frustration as he fought to catch his breath. Fuck… He was so certain he would be able to last longer that time.

He rested on his forearm then used his free hand to guide you to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” he managed through a huff. “Give me a bit and we can try again if you’re still not satisfied.”

An almost derpy smile spread across your lips as you ran your hand through his silver strands, so sweaty that most of it slicked back with ease, showing off his tired but oh, so very handsome face. Shaking your head, you whispered. “No, you were perfect… That was amazing. Thank you.”

His scarlet eyes bounced between yours as a smile that could rival yours spread across his plush lips. You didn’t miss the way they glimmered with pride as he stared down at you.

“No need to thank me, Sweetie.” he whispered right before giving you one final kiss, one to communicate the adoration he felt for you at that moment. “You’re welcome to use me anytime.”

Please do not reupload/repost/rewrite. Reblogs always appreciated.

#sorry for any typos- i only proofread this three times before posting 😬😬😬#Rei baby I'm so sorry to have written for Shin before you!! I'LL RECIFTY THIS AS SOON AS I GET OVER MYSELF haha #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #love and deepspace smut #lads smut

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holybibly · 2 months

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Mommy I hate to be a bother but can you give me and the other bunnies a shorty of this naughty thought https://www.tumblr.com/holybibly/756656577787936768/did-the-bunnies-miss-me-have-you-been-obedient?source=share

I can't stop thinking about so please I'll even be a good bunny for you🥺🥺

Mmm, bunny, just because I love you so much. Here's a little teaser of what will soon be a full-length work, because I can't get these thoughts out of my head either.

Unholy hour of the day, my sugar fuzzies: Alpha Mommy Hwa gives his greedy wolf cubs a lesson they won't soon forget.

You were hot, too hot for you to handle; your whole body was on fire and tingling like you were in heat, and you had the feeling you could feel Seonghwa with every cell of your body. Your long velour ears were twitching slightly, and your cheeks were wet with the tears and drool that Seonghwa's long tongue had left behind as he licked the tears from your warm, flushed skin.

Your slutty bunny nature was singing with pleasure as you basked in the amount of attention that the Alpha was giving you at that very moment. You could taste the thick, rich taste of his sickly-sweet pheromones on your tongue and the wet feel of his tongue on your skin, his rough, possessive fingers digging into your flesh until it was bruised and bloodied. But it only made you more needy, your sticky, sweet slime pouring out of your hole like a waterfall, filling the whole room with the fertile, creamy scent of peaches and cream.

The rational part of you was still resisting, fighting against your strong instinct for self-preservation and morality, telling you to squeeze your legs together and cover your slutty, needy cunt. But the velvety purring of the head alpha behind your back and the pathetic whimpering of San and Wooyoung at your feet plunged you deeper and deeper into the lustful depths of pleasure, making your thoughts of virtue and modesty melt away.

The whole situation was Woosan's fault. When those seductive wolf pups invited you to play this morning, you never imagined you would end up like this—on Seonghwa's lap, wrapped in one of his luxurious fur coats and covered in jewellery from head to toe, while his huge, thick alpha-cock stretched your tiny pink cunt until it almost hurt. You writhed and cried in his arms, begging him to fuck you and satisfy your hunger and need, but your mommy was merciless, torturing you for hours on end, and not just you, if Wooyoung and San's red, painfully hard cocks pressed tightly against their tense, stained, and glistening with pre-sperm stomachs were any indication.

The viscous, clear liquid was trickling down between the reliefs of their abdominal muscles and dripping onto the floor, collecting in puddles of liquid lust between their spread thighs. And you thought for a second that maybe when it was all over, the main Alpha would make them clean up the mess with their tongues. While he will sadistically watch the wolf pups lapping up their own cooled sperm. Sometimes your mommy was very sophisticated when it came to punishing, but even that didn't stop any one of the wolves from trying to stick his dick in you up to balls.

Maybe none of this would have happened if San and Wooyoung had just fucked you or licked your pussy like they usually liked to do, but their inner instincts urged them to mate you, to make you their own. And now they were paying for their greed, fucking the air and coming dry while Seonghwa rolled your pussy on his huge cock and made them watch.

Part of you even felt sorry for them, their pretty faces covered by heavy silver snout muzzles, tight leather collars wrapped around their necks, and at the base of their dicks, the beautiful metal rings that kept their knots from swelling were glistening.

You scream, a shiver running through your entire body as the thick head of your Alpha's cock nuzzles the edge of your cervix, thanks to a particularly deep thrust. Oh God... The memories of how Mingi, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa rearranged your insides two nights ago, how they literally fucked you to the brink, come flooding back into your mind, and a new load of thick, sugary mucus spurts out of your hole. Seonghwa had been especially kind to the huge, passionate wolf that night, letting him have his way with you, but after Mingi and that daddy had fucked you almost to the point of unconsciousness. The head Alpha took you again, tied you up with his knot, and fucked you at a brutal animal pace, folding you in half so that your legs were pressed against the sides of your head.

Your mommy had fucked you countless times—in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, at night—pulling you onto his cock like a glove, but you still couldn't get used to the size of it. It felt like his cock was getting bigger with each session, more veins showing on the heavy velvety length and his thick knot practically tearing you in half as he fucked you like an animal. Stuffing you with his cock and pouring so much cum into you that your belly swelled like you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

Seonghwa's appetite for you was insatiable. Everyone in the house, including Hongjoong, had to remember that you belonged to him and only to him. And if the sore, raw, never-healing bite on your neck wasn't enough to make everyone understand that, Seonghwa would always give them an object lesson.

The Alpha's fur coat was too heavy for you to carry, but Seonghwa had recently taken to dressing you up in it. Naked in his luxurious coat and draped in tonnes of jewellery was his favourite look on you. At the moment, you had a diamond collar around your neck that clearly indicated who you belonged to; it was restricting your breathing almost as much as the Alpha's long, skilled tongue in your throat.

A pathetic wail caused Seonghwa to tear his lips away from yours and turn his attention to the moaning, writhing mess at your feet. San and Wooyoung were tense to the breaking point. You could see their muscles twitching and contracting beneath their golden, sweat-soaked skin, their tongues tracing the metal bars of their muzzles, and the veins in their necks bulging as the Alpha tightened their leashes.

"Have a look at the pretty cunt my little sugar thing has." Hwa purred softly, sliding his hand down your body until his long fingers parted your labia as he exposed your tiny hole stretched around his cock to the greedy, dark gaze of the wolf pups. The soft, wet edge of your entrance clung to Seonghwa's knot with every deep thrust he gave it.

"A-a-alpha, please..." You whine, clutching your hand to Seonghwa's wrist as he continues to hold your pussy open and vulnerable.

The deep, dark growl of the wolf pups echoes with the smug, dark laughter of the alpha leader, and you instinctively cringe at the terrifying, vibrating sound that shakes San and Wooyoung's chests as they bare their sharp teeth and dig their claws into the dark parquet, leaving long, jagged stripes on the expensive wood.

His fingers release your labia, only to slap the palm of his hand hard against your clit, causing you to squeal and squirt around his cock. The walls of your pussyclench together to hold Seonghwa's hot, smooth length inside of you, and copious amounts of clear liquid spurt out of your hole onto the floor as he continues to slide in and out.

"All this is mine." Seonghwa growls in a low voice, his mouth sinking into the raw bite on your neck, only to suckle it roughly.

Another growl is elicited from San and Wooyoung, and the Alpha licks your skin one last time before he turns his attention to the cubs.

"Impatient, greedy bastards." Hwa's long fingers tangle in Wooyoung's silky, two-toned hair, squeezing and pulling his face down on your pussy with great force, almost burying his pretty face in your folds, but the snout prevents Woo from getting what he craves so much. His luxurious, fluffy tail whips out behind him as he smells the rich scent of your slick, and he moans loudly, his whole body shaking as if he has a fever. The need to fuck you, to breed you, to fill you with his cum until your pussy is warm and saturated with all his cum drives him literally crazy. He arched his back to press himself even closer to you, even though Seonghwa's cock was still deep inside you, so deep that Wooyoung could see it bulging out on your stomach.

San's no better, rolling his hips and fucking the air, hoping for relief; his sharp cat eyes focused on you, catching your every reaction like his life depended on it. And when streams of milk start running down your body, flowing freely from your breasts, his tongue hangs from his mouth, and his breathing becomes laboured.

"Mmm, Sannie, you want to have a feel of our little fluff too, don't you? Come here." Seonghwa grumbles and yanks hard on San's leash until there is another adorable face right next to your cunt. Your mommy's fingers slide between your folds again, rubbing the sticky slime all over your pussy, and then he brings his dirty fingers to your mouth, and you obediently open your lips for him, allowing him to push them into your mouth.

Another moan, mixed with a growl, escapes from Wooyoung and San at the sight of your little tongue swirling around those long, slippery appendages, and the main Alpha moans in satisfaction.

"Look how desperate you are; you want to try it too, don't you? You want to eat MY bunny's sweet, sticky snatch, don't you?" The wolf cubs nod their heads in desperation, their muzzles almost bumping into each other. "You'd have to do better than that if you want me to let you do that, you little bitches. For now, all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show."

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sukioyakio · 2 months

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The Silent watcher

A/N.:this not my original idea I saw someone else do this I can't find it but it not my idea.And I think I didn’t ate but also taking out my ass on this one but who cares.

Did not proofread this,I’m sorry for the grammar errors.

Sukuna x reader

w/c: 1,124

Your whole life has always felt owned by him,Your life has never felt normal.Following your mother path as a servant.You follow her steps,listen to her words,learning to speak respectful,and memorizing your mothers favorite song by heart.But it ended quick.

And you were there to watched the devil killed your mother right before your eyes for a simple mistake and that all it took for you loss your voice.You could remember the painful begging of your broken mother voice in your head.You could remember how you didn’t say a word but just how your tears ran down your face,there were like quiet fire marking of rolling down your cheeks.

And all you could think of is making it alive and never being attention to yourself and just make it under his radar.

And you did,You were just like any filthy rat he saw in his path.But it didn’t mean that you weren’t going to stop seeing people dying in-front of your eyes while working for him.

At the age of 12 years you saw him ended a simple life for doing a huge mistake on the job.That simple life was your best friend who you always enjoyed being around,the only person who you could talked to.You loved her for being so positive about the future and being able to talk about her dream goal in this nightmare of a place.

‘I always wanted us to be free from this nightmare and we get to travel the world together,and have a happy family and husbands together that will the best’ That was her dream.Sadly she wouldn’t ever get it but at least she was able to be free from this nightmare.But she wouldn’t have been died if you never switched jobs with her.

You never forgot how her face looked like.The puddle of red blood , blood of your best friend surrounding the floor with it mistakes and sin.The crying and begging that followed throughout your head and the hallways.

The pain and guilt that ran through your soul and you finally loss your voice becoming silent.Your fate has already been painted by his sins. You loss the sparkle in your eyes to continue to think about living a normal life.But you still have some sort of hope living a silent life living with shadows of the darkness of this hellhole.

You have watched and seen throughout the years of the many women he had brings along the way.So many deaths that you were sent to clean up.Just for you to go back and deliver him a drink or another plate of food. It disgusted you to no end,to some point of throwing up the whole night just the thought of him being satisfied from the death of others.

Your body started to change,bloom into a more beautiful woman;your body slowly shaped itself showing out your curves and chest.You could hear or sometimes be talked with about your health such as you being quiet or sometimes just being pretty from other maids and servants.

But you still do your job,sometimes doing chores for the younger ones who needed a break from the torturous chores.Even if they said they could do it themselves.

25 years old that year alone would sadly changed your silent life forever.Just by taking care of another concubine who was a bit of a feisty,untamed and bitter woman.You were assigned to taking care of the concubine for the night,to prepare her ready for the lord.Putting on makeup the way lord ryoman likes and normally it would take you rather quickly.

But for this certain concubine it took longer then it would usually take.Usually when doing this it was rather fun hearing things from the concubines.Without the need of having to reply back.

But this woman was the most difficult person to deal with.Calling you names constantly,glaring at you,slapping your hand away from doing your job,Yelling disrespectful things about you and You were this close to losing your temper towards her.

You even wonder how does the lord Sukuna find this woman interested but either way it doesn’t matter.In the end they have sex and afterwards end up wanting more and latching onto him and then they’ll become boring toys to him then killed them off,just to repeat the cycle.The concubine that had last longer then a month always amazed you with how they managed to keep going.

Once you were done with the look,she just look at the mirror and start to say everything foul out her mouth and you tried to calm her down with your words but it ended up with you getting slapped and choking you with hers claws.While yelling at you for making her look ugly in her terms.

You couldn’t breathe,and sound of your gasping for air could be heard throughout the room even outdoors but your eyes were still with the coldness as well as disgust at how utterly awful the concubine was.You whispered towards her “May hell find your cursed sinful body you disgusting Bitch”.Your voice showing anger and hatred towards her and for him as well.

And then suddenly your eyes started to go out but before it turned black the woman instantly disappeared and so was your vision.

There he wasStanding there by the door with his large frame and four arms crossed,the air around him thick with his authority.With his red eyes shinning in the night sky,As he looked at the bloody mess he create.He had killed his concubine and decided to save your soul for some sort of reason.

And That would be the exact day where your silent watching days would be done.

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He found you interesting. He found you interesting enough to spare you.Instead of taking your life with that annoying concubine.

The air felt dense in the room. Silence followed, no one knowing what to say. Your body lay there, unconscious and vulnerable. His eyes were like those of a predator. Like the eyes of a snake observing its prey; he was simply biding his time, watching. Analyzing.

He had always seen you,but nothing about you was interesting to him before.You were a good servant,doing whatever your told to do without any hesitation or any words you were rather completely silent.And maybe you being silent made him interested in you.

He slowly took a step closer, his eyes not breaking away from you. His boots lightly echoed against the floor.

Suddenly, he knelt down to get a closer look at your face. His long, black nails gently grazed the side of your cheek, following down your jawline. His fingers were warm against your skin;His ruby eyes staring holes into you.His hand moved down to rest on your neck, feeling your pulse.

‘Your really are just as quiet as you are,huh?”He thought while looking at your bruises.His nails making red marks on your neck,completely unintentional.Before leaving the room and calling uraume to come and clean up the mess and making sure to cleaning you up and putting you back to the dormitory.

“What did the maid say about her?”-he says as a question to himself-“The silent watcher. . . that what they called her,mhmm” he hum to himself as he walks towards his chambers,smirking at the thought of that.

That all I have I hope you liked it. And i think I wanted to make like reader somewhat like a background character.

If you have any suggestions or ideas please share with me in the comments I’ll be more than happy to hear them out.

made by @sukioyakio 2024

Have a great day.Reblogs and likes are always welcome. @mononijikayu @ciggrx @urprettylittlething

part two and part three are out

#sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna ryomen

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stqrglr1 · 2 months

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Quick drabble. . .

Genre: smut, established relationship

Warnings: smut smut smut, mdni, oral(male rec), gagging, ball fondling, precum slipping(it makes sense when you read), some pet names (good little girl… etc)

Sucking hoon off pls i would love to 🫶

You’re so horny. Youve been horny all day. You’ve been imagining sucking your boyfriend sunghoon off all day at work. It’s been so hard to focus on any work thinking of coming home to him man spread on the couch. You like to think he spreads his legs like that just for you. An invitation to come between them. For your pretty face to have a place to rest. For your lips to actively kiss and suck along his pretty thighs. You love his legs. You love to make out with and suck on the delicate skin between his shaft and thighs.

He twitches and groans when you suck on a sensitive nerve in the crease and my god you lose it every time he does. Letting out a gargling moan, legs squeezing, hands massaging his legs subconsciously harder and harder. You love placing your hands on his thighs for support as you lick his length slowly, rolling your tongue around to massage and flick the gorgeous veins pulsing along his beautiful cock. The weight of you using him for stability making him curse your name “fuckk y/n” his toes clench and he spreads a little wider for you.

You love when he spreads wider at the feeling as you bob up and down his shaft with your pretty mouth. Makes you feel so good like you’re being his good little girl, heat floods between your own legs. You feel the warmth of your wetness begin to soak your panties. The more you grip and suck him the more you drip down your legs. Youre going insane on his cock, saliva dripping down your chin excessively to the point theres a puddle of your saliva and wetness pooling on the floor under your knees. You slip a little and fall deeper into hoons cock. Causing a deep gag to fall from your lips. The slight fall causes you to grip so hard on his thighs that you tear a little skin. He gnaws his bottom lip at the pain, clenching forward a little causing his balls to tap your chin.

The chain reaction of the nerves being touched lightly making him squirm in his seat a bit. You take this as a chance to grip the weight of them in your palm. Switching hands to shaft and mouth to balls every so often just because you know he loves the wetness of your saliva on them. He whines so lovely every time. The intense pleasure getting to him his breathing gets a little shallower as he gasps for air to fill his lungs.

The pleasure coursing powerfully through his veins. You feel his skin grow hot and flushed. Almost burning to your touch. He’s close. But he cant form words all he can do is mumble and whine loudly. Hands flailing from griping his own chest to your hair, not forcing you on him because you’re doing so good, but to give you motivation to keep doing what you’re doing. It’s working so well. You’re actually doing so perfectly. He cant take more he thinks but oh my god it’s so perfect, he wants this to last forever. You feel him tense trying to hold back, but you gently rub his thighs letting him know it’s okay to let go. You feel his hips twitch and stun as he shoots a flood of cum into your mouth. You gargle on it with a hoarse moan. Making him curse and jut his remains into you. You pump him in your mouth slowly letting his cum drip onto your chin all over your breast. You love the mess of sucking his orgasm dry.

“Mm so yummy hoon.” You lick your lips. Lapping up the droplets on your chest and shove them in your mouth, you hear the shuddered gasp leave his mouth as he watches. “Wanna taste?” You say as you crawl up his body to his mouth giving him the bitter taste of himself on you.

#sunghoon #enha scenarios #enha smut #enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #hard hoon hours #sunghoon drabbles #thinking of divk #thinking of dick #i wanna suck his dick #i wanna suck him off soooo badddd #park sunghoonxreader #sunghoon x reader #enha x reader

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prettyboyformasks · 11 months

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ERAAGGEG RUFF RUFF I WROTE THAT‼️‼️🗣️🔊🔊

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hallelujah anyway here's ftm graves x cowboy reader cause the grussy has consumed my life. also cw for feminization and rough sex methinks

"there y' go, darlin'." you purr, your hips rocking ever so slightly as graves finally sinks himself down on the last inch of your thick shaft. "too m.. too much," he breathes, his dull nails digging into the muscle on your chest.

ignoring his pleas for you to slow down, let him adjust, you guide his hips up and down. "oh c'mon now, sugar. don't tell me a pretty thing like you can ride a horse but can't ride a cowboy. it's basically the same thing, ain't it?" you coo as he stops the movement of his hips, depending on your big, rough hands to move his body for him.

he moves a hand from your chest to rub at his clit, moving his fingers in a soothing motion. his hips move ever so gently on their own, desperate to feel the way your tip hits his cervix.

or like

when graves is done with his chores around the farm, shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up his arms. his chest is glistening with sweat, the salty substance dripping down his muscles.

complaining while he bounces on your cock, his muscles hurt :( doesn't stop you from slapping his ass, biting him all over. his tears only encourage your rough behaviour as you push his head into the floor, hay and dirt sticking to his sweaty cheek. "gonna breed you. gonna be a pretty housewife f'me, yeah? raise my sons for me?" you growl as you bully your cock into his leaky cunt, his slick and your precum mixing with the dirt floor and making a little puddle.

can u guys tell i don't write cowboy characters and i am not from the south lololol

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jolapeno · 1 year

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BAD DAY

francisco morales x f!reader

warnings: angst. sad girl jo hour. comfort!frankie. bad day!reader. work is mean, and frankie is kind. also wrote entirely on my phone, so if there are errors, pls pretend there aren’t.

you: hey, don’t think I’m gonna come over. had a bad day, just need to shower and sleep. sorry! I miss you xx

it’s been a bad day. rough, horrid. almost turbulent. one of those one-thing-after-another kind of days.

the ones where you fire off a text to cancel plans and lean on the steering wheel to level your breaths.

you’re sorry, and you miss him.

two thoughts which revolve around the ripped-open pit in your brain as soon as you’d put them in the text. because you are, you do. hating yourself for being a disappointment, for letting him down—for wasting his time—as you turn the key to spark your car to life as you lift your head.

the drive home is just as torturous. hitting every red light—the radio playing all the songs which grate. doing so until you flick it off, sitting in the thick silence of your own making.

frankie would make it all better. five minutes in his company, and you’re sure you’d want to smile—you’re just unsure if your face could make it happen. he deserves better than seeing you like this, downtrodden and broken.

when you pull onto your drive, the rain is still coming down—hammering its watery fists against the roof of your car. then it begins pounding on you, doing so until your key unlocks the front door, darkness and emptiness greeting your sad mood like a friend.

usually, you’d care that you're leaving puddles behind you. tonight you don’t. teeth chewing on your bottom lip, cutting the skin, making that copper taste flood your thought.

you think of calling him. selfishly listening to his voice as you try to ask about his day, hoping he won’t ask you about yours. it’s why you don’t call, placing your phone on the side, staring at it under the glow from the streetlight through the window.

tomorrow, you promise. tomorrow you’ll call him.

your clothes make it more challenging than needing to as you peel them from your skin. a bond having been created between flesh and cotton that it makes anger swim with tears. almost feeling suffocated, eyes brimming as your shirt unsticks from your back and meets the tiles with a slap.

then you’re under the shower, letting hot water warm your bones as tears (thick and full of stress) careen down your face.

your fingers have pruned for a while before you turn the water off. stepping out, doing a poor job of drying yourself—and then pulling on one of his jumpers.

the one hung on the back of your bathroom door. an accidental thing he’s left behind—a welcomed one in your eyes.

it goes well with your sweats, not that it matters. your bare feet shuffling across the floor to your kitchen, stomach groaning, droplets falling down your neck to your collarbone. it tickles, distracting you.

you blame that for why it takes a second before you smell it. before you hear it.

sizzling. accompanied by the distinct sound of a knife on a chopping board. a sound you know from only three places: your childhood home, late-night cooking shows and francisco morales.

you doubt it could be any of the former, but as you round the corner, you’re thankful it’s him.

all hatless, rolled up sleeves and soft brown eyes. his gaze on you, taking in the sight of you (likely wondering if he can have his jumper back) before the kindest, most gentle smile slowly adorns his face.

it warms you—the last few parts of you that the shower did not.

you almost ask how, why. lips curling around them, yet something clogs in your throat. sticks to the side, latches in and makes it hard to form syllables, never mind words.

deep down, you know the answer to both, anyway: it’s just because.

because this is more than dating.

because you matter—more than he can find words for, and your ears are ready to hear.

because he cares for you—knew you needed him, and this is how he cares.

your bottom lip wobbles at the silent answer. the one your brain fills in from how his brows lift ever so slightly and his eyes pool with more adoration.

more tears threaten to break the dam at the sight.

something he must be able to tell, wiping his hands down his worn jeans, leaving the knife and the half-cut salad as he moves towards you, closer and closer.

you don’t feel him make impact at first, but you smell him. all cedar and musk, a scent you associate with home—with him.

and then you feel him, his chest against your front, his neck against your face as his arms wrap around you, as though he can hold you together with sheer will.

maybe he can.

because it feels okay now, he’s here—he’s safe.

and while you hadn’t wanted to cry, you do. but not because you had a bad day. but because you’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve him.

he’d known something was wrong at lunchtime. when you’d called him, voice all soft—edges of your words brittle.

his gut worry had been confirmed when he read your text.

something niggling, twisting inside of him. so much so, he didn’t think as he grabbed his hat and keys. put his truck into reverse and pulled off the drive.

it crossed his mind he should call. check. not wanting to invade your space, yet—

Frankie has been shut out before, by others. the silence (them wanting something but not asking) cracking down the centre, not sure what to do, even less so when they rounded on him, asking why he didn’t do this and he didn’t do that. I shouldn’t need to ask for you to be there. but it turns out they did.

with you, though, he knew. knew what needed to be done, what he wanted to do. it’s why he pulled up outside your place—spotting your car in the drive. the car lights being cut, the wipers stopping as more rain blurs his sight.

you were home, but the lights weren’t on.

his teeth nipping at his thumb, eyes staring—waiting, wondering. seconds stretch into minutes. the feeling—the one stemmed from a need to make sure you’re okay—tightening in his chest.

fuck it, he thinks, getting out of his truck, moving to yours, spotting how it's unlocked, a dread filling him as he moves up the porch to your door.

earlier, weeks ago, you’d told him where you kept a spare. half-hidden, one of those Amazon-bought fake rocks, and a sea of others so similar around it. he didn’t need to furrow, to search, he knew the one—saved it in his mind when you showed it to him.

for emergencies, you’d said—but your lips had curled into a smirk. like? he’d questioned. and you’d shrugged, faking innocence. you might fancy breakfast with me or something?

it slides into the lock with ease, turning it—greeted by no shout or scream. he steps in, his boots squelching, seeing small puddles that lead a line.

then he hears it—

a shower and your sobs. ones that echo out and hammer against him—pecking at muscle and flesh.

it takes him no time to find your car keys, lock your car before he shuts the door behind himself. his hat removed, boots following before his jacket slides off, and he folds it near your door.

just until you’re out, he tells himself. palms spreading down his thighs, moving to your kitchen, checking you have food, only to find no leftovers, nothing quick.

frankie knows you well enough to know that you don’t cook for yourself much, even when you’ve not had a bad day. his hands moving, rolling up his sleeves as he stares at what you have—an array of choices hurtling through, ones that require spices he can’t be sure you have. so he does the best he can.

frying. chopping. so focused on being quick, tidy—he looks up to find you standing there.

there’s not a version of you he wouldn’t find attentive. you took the breath from his lungs that first night you smiled at him—made his heart double its pace when you talked to him for the entire night.

but you looked worn out, tired, and drained. like you’d had chunks of you taken out all day.

and it hurts, wounds. cuts more than a blade from an attacker or a bullet from an unseen rifle. his hands releasing the knife, hearing it—even if you’ve spoken no words.

why?

because, he wants to say. because you’re having a bad day, and it’s the least I can do.

because I care, and this is how I can show you.

you matter. a lot.

but he doesn’t say any of that, instead hoping the words make it to you from his stare. wiping his palms down his jeans, turning down the cooker as he moves closer, watching, wanting you to have time to push him away if you so wish to.

you don’t.

relief flooding, mixing and concocting with the earlier worry—not settling until he has you close. chin on your head, feeling your breaths along his neck—your hands balled up on his shirt, clinging to him as though he’s all you need to breathe.

frankie gets it.

as he holds you to him, feels you wobble and crumble, he’s pretty sure you’re all he needs to, as well.

an: I made myself cry, if I’m honest—huge thanks to G. I heart you.

#francisco morales x reader #francisco morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x you #francisco morales fanfiction #frankie morales triple frontier #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Walking on Sunshine 1

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hum as you enter the break room. The aroma of dark roast tickles your nose as your eyes narrow in on the kettle. You’re not much of a coffee drinker, you're one of the few in the office who enjoy the packets of hot cocoa they keep in the big glass jar. You keep a stash of your own special flavours in your desk for particularly dull days.

As you cross the room, you slip and throw out your arm to keep from landing on your butt. You set your feet straight, gripping your mug tight as you’re near-shatter experience courses through you icily. That was too close.

You look down at your feet and the small puddle of coffee there. How irresponsible. Someone spilled and didn’t even clean it up. You could’ve been really hurt. In fact, you think you pulled something.

You take careful steps and trade your mug for the roll of paper towel. You set to cleaning up the mess, sopping it up with the cheap two-ply. You take a handful of soaked paper towels and dump them in the bin. You rinse your hands and flip on the kettle, shaking off the last of your adrenaline.

You tap your fingers on the counter top as you wait for the water to boil. You take one of the cardboard stir sticks and keep the rhythm against the brim of your cup. The apple-shaped mug is one of your favourites, though a bit more teacherly than office dweller.

You tear open a packet as the kettle begins to tremble. You let out a few lyrics without thinking as the dang earworm won’t leave your head. “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby, I’m su-u-ure…’ You’re not much of a singer and it’s terribly off key but you could dance right there.

You pour the powder into your cup and add the hot water. You switch between singing and humming the words you don’t know. The chocolatey smell tugs at your empty stomach and you lift up your mug happily, turning on your heel only to stop short.

Your lyrics almost turn to a scream as you find someone watching you. You’re embarrassed to think they witnessed your little karaoke session. You give a sheepish smile and adjust your grip on the mug handle.

“Uh, hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear… I didn’t think anyone else was around,” you eke out, swallowing a giggle at yourself.

The man just stares. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. You’re choked by his stagnant silence. Your cheeks twitch as you fight to hold your smile in the wilting tension.

“Anyway…” your voice quakes, “it’s all yours, I’m just going to go back to my desk.”

You slowly cross the floor, watching him as his eyes follow you. There’s no expression around his alert eyes. He’s just staring. At you. Gaze following you diligently to the door. You smile a bit bigger before you dip out into the hallway.

His blue irises are stamped into your mind. Brilliant and bold. Eyes that say much more than he did.

You think you recognize him but don’t think much about it. The office is big and it feels like you see new faces every day and forget just as many. You’ve never been very good with names either.

You finally catch your breath as you get back to your cubicle. The unusual encounter flits away as you refocus on your work. You wiggle your foot and fidget in your chair, the squeaking of the old wheels drawing the agitated sighs of your neighbour. You still and glance over as a streak of colour distracts you.

That girl again. The one in the bright sweater. Her clothes are so cute. Your own style is eclectic in a different way; thrift store chic, you call it. You smile as her bubbly gait bobs a few rows down from you and she disappears back into the corporate zoo.

You haven’t made any work friends, people just seem to tolerate you but she seems cool. You’re a bit too shy to introduce yourself as you think you have a few years on her. You don’t want to come off desperate or anything.

You exhale wistfully and make yourself go back to your emails. You really need to stop getting so easily off track. You can’t handle another poor performance review.

You swivel back and as you go to rest your chin in your hand, you nearly yipe. Your eyes round and you sit up straight. That man! He’s watching you again. He sips from a gray mug as your lips part cluelessly. Why is he doing that?

You look over your shoulders, checking if perhaps he is looking at someone or something else. There’s nothing but a cubicle wall. You turn back and he’s gone. Huh?

You’re thinking too much. He probably just saw something else. Besides, people don’t notice you. Only when you do something wrong.

You swallow and look down at your hot chocolate. You lift it and blow over the top, tentatively sipping from the hot porcelain. Mmm, it always makes everything better.

#god the bounty hunter #dark god the bounty hunter #dark!god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #ghosted #drabble #series #au #walking on sunshine

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scaly-freaks · 5 months

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Wrote this on a whim. I don't know what it is exactly, but it IS Feyd-Rautha so be aware there is violence and bodily harm.

The Fremen language rolls down the back of the throat like honeydew on silk. It is a vat of unspoken secrets, a hiss in the dark, a revelation. When they cry out for their false messiah, the lie turns holy.

Spoken on the Planet of Giedi Prime, the honey turns to amber, and she is a fly trapped at its centre, forced to experience her own disintegration.

Last night, Feyd gave her a music box.

She lay curled up in a puddle of her own piss, and thought how wasteful. A stillsuit would have made much better use of it. But when the liquid crept across the floor and touched the burns on her face, her flesh cooled. She might have imagined that part. After all, when she awoke this morning, the burns were as red and as mangled as they were when Feyd-Rautha first struck them into her flesh in front of his entire family.

He left the music box beside her head.

Inside, were her mother's teeth.

He did not kill her mother. Her mother died ten years ago. But he killed her father, who carried her mother's teeth in a pouch around his neck. They were his lucky charm, he used to say, his deliverance. She'd wonder if he ever kissed them, just to remind himself what it felt like to kiss his wife all those years ago, to run his tongue over her pearly teeth and feel her laughter bubble against his lips.

Teeth are an intimate gift.

"Wakey-wakey, Fremen mouse." His voice is guttural, a corpse dragged across gravel, each word slick behind blackened teeth.

She saw him bite a chunk out of one of the Baron's hairless boys and the wound was edged with the same ebony that drips from his saliva. There was no blood. Just black, greased like tar and infected. In her worst moments, when the hallucinations have her gripped by the throat, she sees a black hole grow in his mouth, beckoning.

When her answer to his whistle is not forthcoming, his boot presses into her soft, unblemished cheek. The pressure of it forces the burns on the other to scream in protest against the dungeon floor. It looks smooth and polished, but as with everything on Giedi Prime, the potential for pain is woven in like veins through marble. The texture of it is like a hundred thousand tiny shards of glass, and her ruined skin feels the scrape of each one.

"You did not like my gift?"

"I adored your gift."

"Why have you not opened it?"

"I did not think my hands were worthy."

He pushes his boot down harder and a prolonged keen of pain is finally yanked from her bruised ribs. Rabban is easier to fool. Feyd sniffs out insult like a shark to blood. Her injuries are proof.

"You still have fight in you."

"If I lost it, I would no longer have the pleasure of your visits, my lord."

He digs his heel into the underside of her cheekbone and the agony threatens to blind her. Drool slips from her open mouth and blends in with the piss just inches away. She pictures tearing off her flesh and flames swallowing her in one fell swoop, burning too hot and too quick to cause pain. She would chew off her own tongue to end it if she could, but who would care for her mother's teeth?

"Then I will visit you again, sayyadina." The honey of the Fremen language turns to mockery and acid on Feyd-Rautha's tongue, an acerbic jumble of syllables that burn just as horribly when they fall onto her ears. "You will crumble like sand between my fingers. And you will become as they are, just another pet."

They.

The Harpies, cannibalistic and violent, eyes blank, mouths leering.

One of them draws forward, prepared with a knife, as she has done every night Feyd has come to visit. It feels like the worst of the punishment. She tenses, shivering like a leaf, and cannot form the words to beg him for this one thing and prove him right -

That she is breakable.

Please don't cut my hair. My father loved my hair.

The harpy gathers it into her pale fist and lifts the blade high. Just before it falls, Feyd's hand rises, a single finger held out in command. His pet cocks her head, a mewl caught in the back of her throat. They are soft with him, curious as pups. She wonders who they were when their lives had meaning and their names tasted sweet on their parents' tongues.

He signals for the harpy to drop her hair and the woman accedes without question. He reaches down to lift the lid of the music box, the teeth inside gleaming like pearls in the pallid light, and then steps over his captive's body to leave.

A soft, whirling rush follows as the harpies scurry in his wake.

Her minds falls silent again.

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #house harkonnen #dune fanfiction #drabble #dune movie #dune part two #scalyfreakswrites

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aestheticpearl · 2 years

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— ‘did you know that you were dead?’

characters. dewdrop, aether, rain, swiss, mountain

themes. angst, death, gore, ghost!reader

[summary] you’re a ghost who wanders the halls of the cathedral just trying to do your duties before you’re interrupted

[warnings] graphic descriptions of gore

a/n: i still do not write for real people, the ghouls are part of lore so i consider them characters, they are not based on the person behind the mask

➳ dewdrop

you walked down the empty dark hallways towards the glass-stained windows to clean them, bucket gripped permanently in your dead cold transparent hands. you take the sponge out of the bucket start scrubbing the windows like clockwork; you’ve been stuck doing this for who knows how long.

“hello there” the voice startles you making you drop the bucket you’ve held for so long in complete shock. it shocks you more that it is now detached from your cold grip, you stare down at your hand in disbelief completely forgetting that someone is in your presence before the voice speaks up again.

“hello? i know you heard me” the voice sounds irritated now. you tear your gaze away from your empty hands and lock your eyes onto a masked ghoul.

“y-you can see me?” you question hoping it to be true. his head moves in a manner to mimic eyes rolling since you can’t see them through the dark goggles on the helmet.

“course i can see you, my mask doesn’t make me blind you know.” you don’t respond to him, only stare in shock. “so how’d uh ya know,” he gestures to his neck “that happen?” confusion is written all over your face and dewdrop almost feels a little bad for you before taking your empty cold hand effortlessly to guide you to a mirror that’s hung in the hallway.

you stare in horror at your appearance, there is a large gash across your neck. your hand lingers over it trying to feel for it properly. you stop and turn over to the masked ghoul standing next to you and dewdrop can feel his heart squeeze at the pain in your face. you didn’t know.

“did you—did you not know?”

“i thought they were ignoring me cause i wasn’t scrubbing the windows well enough, but it’s because i-i’m dead?” the ghoul shrugs.

“as a door nail. i’m dewdrop by the way, it seems i was able to break you out of some kind of time loop you were stuck in. what’s your name?”

“i can’t remember it”

➳ aether

watching you wander through the halls was one of aether’s favorite past times, he has tried many times to talk to you but the moment you turn the corner you disappear before he can make the move to talk to you so he has just opted to watch you do your duties which consists of mopping the hallway over and over.

he wonders if you realize that it your own blood that you are mopping or if you think it’s just someone who keeps ruining the floors you just cleaned on purpose.

the puddles of blood keep appearing so fast it’s hard for you to keep up and it feels like a loop of cleaning the same stain over and over again. your frustration gets the best of you and you throw the dumb mop on the floor as the blood puddle grows and you spin around trying to find the source of the damn thing.

“it’s you” you whip your head up to find a masked ghoul standing in front of you, he continues. “you’re the one bleeding” you give him a confused look.

“i-i’m bleeding?” your voice comes out more gravelly then you expect. you haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.

“yeah you’ve got a knife in your back so i would—”

“what.” you cut him off sharply.

“yeah,” he turns you and takes out the knife and the bleeding comes to a stop. “been in there for a while i assume, i’m aether it’s nice to finally meet you” your stunned to silence. you’re dead as in no longer living.

“..i’m dead?”

“lucifer you didn’t know” aether suddenly feels a pang of guilt for not telling you sooner.

➳ rain

rain was originally on his way to go outside to enjoy the stormy weather before he bumped into you, knocking you over in the process. poor rain thought he was the one who killed you when he looked down at you with a large fresh looking wound across your chest.

you groaned in pain and he panicked quickly picking you up without a second thought and rushing around trying to find his away to a sister that could undo your life threatening injury that he was still sure he caused.

“hmm what happened?” you groaned out not seeming to be in any pain. rain froze in place while you blinked up at him waiting for an answer. he gently placed you back on your feet while trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at the huge wound on your chest.

“um i’m rain, are you okay?” he saw the elephant in the room, how could you not?

“you knocked me over but i’m okay, no need to cause panic” you say brushing yourself off.

“but-but”

“what? is something wrong?” you pause. it starts clicking for rain as he takes you in, you’re transparent and were freezing when he held you. you’re dead already.

“you’re not alive” you go quiet and finally look down at the large wound in your chest. you take a deep breath in as you see the bone of your rib cage poke out. you are dead. when did you die? you can’t remember anything.

“h-hey you okay?” rain place a hand on your shoulder snapping you back to reality. you can’t see his face but his body language says he’s concerned for you, you try composing yourself and nod at him to try to ease the anxiety radiating off him.

“how long have i been like this?”

➳ swiss

swiss had known you before you had been tragically killed, he did his best to avenge your death but it never felt like it was enough and your ghost wandering the halls only proved that in his mind. he tried to keep his distance from you too ashamed to face you. he would hear you at night calling out for anyone that would listen and he truly did try blocking it out.

you were soaking wet and cold, you just wanted a towel to dry off with but it seemed no one wanted to help you to simply dry off. your wet footsteps echoed off the cathedral wall, the sound was working on your last nerve. you halted your movements and sat on the ground and spoke out softly in a voice that was barley above a whisper.

“please i’m so cold, i just need a towel” you curled yourself into a ball in a failed attempt to try to preserve body heat. it felt fruitless considering not one part of your body was warm.

the sound of a door opening makes you perk up and you turn to see swiss standing at the end on the hallway. your head hurts and you can’t remember much, including your own name but you remember how kind the ghoul was to you. you smile at him and stumble to get to your feet as he moves swiftly towards your curled up figure.

swiss places a towel over your shoulders and tries to warm and dry you off with it. you lean into him finally feeling safe after what feels like forever. your cold hand takes his and you speak softly to him.

“i knew you’d come, thank you” you close your eyes contently as he dries you and to his surprise, you actually start drying off. he can still feel the guilt eating at him.

“i’m sorry i took so long” he looks down at your now half dry figure.

“you came that’s all that matters.”

➳ mountain

mountain actively tries to avoid you when you appear in the hallway that you basically haunt, he thinks it’s best if the ghosts that haunt the cathedral are left alone not to be messed with. though he can’t help but notice how differently you act from the other ghosts, you seem unaware that you’re an apparition and no longer among the living.

you did your best to keep the vases displayed within the hallway dust free but as much as you dusted the vases seem to stay dusty which puzzled you greatly. you inspected your feather duster trying to figure out if it was the problem. a pinch in your neck caught you by surprise and made your full body twitch in pain and knocking over a vase display in the process. you turn to catch it, but it goes through your ghostly appendages— luckily mountain decides to actually interject and catch it or else he knows he’ll be blamed for knocking it over.

you’re still trying to figure out why you weren’t able to catch the vase, it was right there you should’ve caught it. you then start inspecting your arms and hands trying to figure out what’s wrong with them.

“you’re a ghost, your ability to touch things seems to come and go” the masked ghoul speaks up while placing the vase back on its podium carefully.

“i’m a what?” you question.

“a ghost” he replies bluntly while turning to look at you.

“but that would mean i’m—”

“dead, your neck was snapped that’s why you get those pinches in your neck” mountain has seen your neck snap to the side inhumanly without your notice it seem to only effect you with a sharp pinch.

“i can’t touch things?” you ask trying to touch the vase again only to have your hand pass through it with ease. you look over to see mountain grab your hand.

“you can touch me”

“…”

“not like that!”

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thelastwarriornun · 1 year

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Bang. Bang.

Beatrice’s ears ring with it in the absence of Ava’s shouting, or the shrill clicks and shrieks of the clicker. Beatrice’s breaths are a loud rasping thing, only interrupted by the rhythmic wet tap, whether from the recently deceased clicker, or her own injuries Beatrice isn't sure.

It comes back in fragments. Ava, patrol, the creek trails, all very routine. Nothing Beatrice would consider even a challenge. They’d found broken glass, and a fresh trail of blood leading them into a local minimart. Unusual certainly, but they were experienced with this. The building was old, rot having set in from all the moisture, another commonality.

All very routine, until the floor had given way, wood shrieking and splitting as it collapsed, taking Ava with it. A gaping hole left in its stead. Beatrice remembers shouting, dropping onto her stomach with an outstretched hand as if she could undo the damage. She remembers sliding through the fractured wood, and dropping despite the height ignoring the ache in her knees.

It wasn’t until Beatrice had landed, taking in the dark room around her, that she heard it. The telltale clicks and shrieks of a clicker. Beatrice's hand barely finds her holster before it’s there just two feet from Ava, Ava who’s groans come with tightly closed eyes, still reeling from the world falling out from under her.

It was too close. Too close to take a shot without putting Ava at risk. Too close to do anything except shield Ava from the fevered snap of jaws. It was an easy choice to make. It was the only choice. It doesn’t make it any less painful, Beatrice throwing herself into the shambling form, as teeth tear and rip through her shoulder, taking flesh and fabric indiscriminately. Well this will be much harder to cover up with a chemical burn.

Beatrice somehow manages to find her pistol, pressing the barrel against the clicker's head. Well head was probably overly generous, whatever once resembled a skull had given way now to the fungus blooming into something bright orange and ovular shaped. Beatrice fires twice, two shots in quick succession that spray blood and flecks of fungus against the ceiling. They fall together, and the clicker makes for a terrible cushion, smelling of rot, and full of varying lumps, manifestations of the infection.

So Beatrice finds herself rolling off the infected, a groan on her lips as her back collides with cold tile, ears ringing. “Fuck.” It felt like an appropriate time for cursing.

“Beatrice.” Ava’s voice is faint, confused, likely still regaining her senses.

Beatrice finds that pushing herself upright is a losing game, her right hand useless between the painful ache in her muscles, and the slick sticky puddle of blood now coating the tile. Right then, laying will have to do.

“Beatrice!” More urgent now, and hands are on her. They’re gentle, as they pull Beatrice up, propping her against a nearby wall as Ava tries to fix something that can’t be mended. “This isn’t– it can't be– it’s from falling right? It didn’t bite you?”

Beatrice laughs, a wet sound, ignoring the waves of pain that echo from her shoulder. Even she can see the distinct rows of teeth now memorialized in the cut of her shoulder. “Ava listen to me.”

“Shut the fuck up Beatrice. Just give me a second to think.” Ava tears her flannel open, buttons scattering across the floor as Ava turns it into a bandage.

“That was one of my favorites.” Beatrice’s complaint is quiet, but Ava scowls all the same, tying the fabric in a tight knot against the open flesh, as Beatrice grits her teeth.

“Now you want to be funny. You’ve barely said a word to me this entire patrol. But now you can’t seem to shut up.” Ava’s tone is harsh but her hands are gentle as they grip onto the front of Beatrice’s t-shirt. “That should slow the bleeding. Maybe I can buy us some time. They won’t come looking for a few hours–”

“Ava stop.” Beatrice manages to catch Ava’s hands, hates the way they threaten to slip away between her own red stained fingers. Still Beatrice holds fast, and really this would be so much easier if the edges of her vision would stop blurring. “I have to tell you something, and I need you to promise me you won’t speak until I’ve finished.”

“Beatrice there isn’t time.” Ava protests, and Beatrice can see it’s a losing battle, understands it really. Even now Beatrice finds herself caught between this moment, and a dream, a time when Beatrice’s curses were interrupted with inappropriate laughter, and the rising swell of grief. We’ll lose our minds together.

It was so many years ago, and yet here Beatrice was. Once again watching love turn someone to insanity. Except this time Beatrice can stop it, can quell the rising tide, be the stormbreak she couldn’t before.

Beatrice’s good hand slides along the curve of Ava’s arm, finding its way to the knape of her neck. It catches there, fingers tangling in the hairs that have escaped Ava’s ponytail. It seems silly now, their fight earlier, thinly veiled jealousy rearing its ugly head in both of them, Ava jealous over a girl Beatrice hadn’t spoken to in weeks. Beatrice, already steeling herself for the next time Ava makes up with Michael. They’ve been doing this dance for years, too afraid to speak plainly lest it ruin this.

“Bea.” It escapes in a sob, Ava’s breath warm against Beatrice’s cheek.

Fingers press against the knape of Ava’s neck, and Beatrice closes her eyes, unwilling to see the rejection she might find, or even worse, a reflection of herself all those years ago. Ava’s lips are soft, gentle, as if Ava’s worried she might break her. But Beatrice has spent years damming her own want and desire, and the soft press of Ava’s lips is enough to send the whole of it crashing down. Beatrice’s fingers are no longer gentle, as she surges forward, as much as the press of Ava’s body will allow, nipping at Ava’s bottom lip.

Beatrice swallows a gasp against her lips, as Ava’s palms press flat against her chest, as if torn between returning the kiss, or pushing her away. Beatrice retreats, opening her eyes, expecting to find rejection. Instead Ava is afire, eyes wide, stuck somewhere between desire and grief, the two twisting together until Beatrice can hardly read the difference. Beatrice doesn’t make it far, only softens the press of her fingers against Ava’s neck when the tension of indecision seems to snap, and it’s Ava this time who closes the gap, molding their lips together.

Beatrice's head bumps painfully against the wall, but she’d do it a hundred more times to keep Ava’s lips against her own. Ava’s hands cup along each side of her face, thumbs brushing along her jaw. And fuck immunity, fuck dying, because Beatrice is sure that there’s nothing she wants more than to fade into oblivion like this, with the press of Ava’s lips against her own, and the thud of her own heartbeat filling her ears.

Ava’s hand slips down along her neck, and Beatrice hisses from between clenched teeth at the sharp wave of pain that rolls through her. But Beatrice doesn’t want to lose this, the starstruck look in Ava’s eyes, or the clench of her hands in Beatrice’s tattered shirt. So Beatrice smirks,” if I’d have known that would shut you up I would’ve tried that years ago.”

“You should’ve.” Ava doesn't miss a beat.

“Who’s being funny now?” Beatrice pauses sucking in a breath. The weight of years of secrecy, of hiding was a tough vow to break. Especially when so many people had paid the cost to keep it so.

“I don’t want you to die.” Ava’s voice is soft, tears glistening even in the dim light of the basement, and Beatrice hears it again, an echo of the past, I cannot watch you die. We’ll go together then.

“I’m not going to turn Ava.” Beatrice flips her arm displaying the fully healed tattoo on her arm, biting back a laugh when Ava scowls.

“Really? You want to show off your stupid tattoo now?”

“Not the tattoo, the burn. I’m immune, Ava.” It falls flat, and Beatrice presses a hand to Ava’s cheek forcing her to look at her before she can withdraw much. “I’m serious Ava. The only people who know are Mary, Shannon, and Suzanne. I was bit back in the QZ, that’s how I met Shannon and Mary. It was a long time ago, they were worried how people might react so that’s how I got the chemical burn. I’m going to be fine.”

It’s not much, a flicker of something, hope, in the softening lines of Ava’s face. “Swear to me.”

Beatrice doesn’t look away, simply brushes her thumb across the remaining trail of moisture along Ava’s cheek. “I swear. Assuming we make it out of this, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay then.” Ava glances around, frowning slightly as she straightens up, as if just now recognizing the gravity of the situation. Ava extends an arm to Beatrice, who takes it with a grimace allowing herself to be pulled upright. “Don’t think bleeding out will stop you from having to talk about that kiss.”

Beatrice laughs, ignoring the way the world seems to tilt beneath her as they look for an exit. Because of course Ava would take this in stride, and god Beatrice would do it again, throw herself into the jaws of a monster if it meant spending just another day with her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#This one got away from me but I had to end it before I needed to start a second tlou au #Casper I've given you everything you asked for and nothing I intended #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #otp: in this life or the next #warrior nun #asks #myfics #tlou au #fuck it it's going in the tag #fic: tlou au

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deadboyfriendd · 6 months

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Cochise V: Fin

Summary: A dinner party turns into forever.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Outlaw/Doc Holliday!Eddie Munson x Reader, wild west/Tombstone!AU, drug use, drug overdose (apparent suicide), death of minor character by hanging, period-appropriate death and violence, angst, fluff, smut

My content is 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 869

“You figure we should get married?” He’d asked, turning his head to look at you.

A gilded light streams steady through heavy canvas drapery and spills on to the floor in an abundant, golden puddle. The heat of the sun is already beginning to warm the floor in which it shines. A wide smile beams up at you, from the daguerreotype daughter of southwest Arkansas. She sits, hand and hand, still in a dance alongside Wilhelm. Tight-lipped smile wrapping itself around a wireframe structure– just the way you had left him.

Your thumb traces the indent of twine over your ring finger, where the gold of your wedding band once sat. It rolls over itself, now worn and soft over your skin. You know that, later today, a string from the same expanse would be passed over the same way by chips and cards in a game of Faro. You recount the memory of moments past;

“No. Do you?” You’d replied, truthfully.

“You don’t think about it?” He asked again, turning over onto his side.

You flipped over in synchrony, eyes meeting his, “We’ve both done this before.”

We both know how it ends.

“But not with each other.”

You wouldn’t meet his eye. Instead, you turned, willing back the tears that always came too late. Eddie had habituated the upstairs home in coexistence with the hollowness of Wilhelm’s presence.

His boots sat in the same place by the front door, though, one sat toppled over in the remnant memory of a sloppy, chaste dance from the night before, chair at the table left out turned sideways from bearing the same sloppy weight moments after.

You think back to that smile. The glimmer of it is drowned by the refraction of light off of the remnants of your wedding band– blinding. The silt of violence stirs within you at the thought of these things in their place, placating sadness and the same hollowness of a second dead husband– how the world was cruel in that nature, to rob you of this peace twice.

You thought to distrust it, though, you would still marry Wilhelm again knowing the way it ended.

There would be no white dress, no poppies in spring covering the vast expanse of the wildflower west. There would be no veil to cover a face gleaming with innocence. No, this land was too harsh for that.

Your brain settles on a place far off in the dissonance. A table that resembled your own with four chairs. Christine is charming, you’d decided. She was funny in a way that was almost mean. She was hardened– but not as much as you. You imagined yourself as friends.

Your brain etches in the details of Wilhelm’s face. Kind eyes that you would never forget, laugh lines that you filled in after the fact. You’d swore you’d never forget, though, as it seems, time had cast a vignette around him. He would clap Eddie on the shoulder, whisper things for men’s ears only to Eddie– in which Eddie would fill you in after dinner. Wilhelm would know this, as well.

You think of bidding them farewell. Of a hug and a promise of more dinner plans to come. But for now, it was goodbye. They would retreat back to their home past where the sun set. You would stay alight in its blaze.

“I’m not promising you forever.”

“Is this for better or for worse?”

“We’ve already lived through the worst. Just us. Don’t give me your covenants,” He’d bartered quietly. He hesitated to touch you, “Please, honey, just a promise.”

“A promise?” You’d asked, finally, turning back over your shoulder to look at him. “I can make a promise.”

He’d nodded, sifting through your sewing box until he settled upon it. A thin leather twine. No covenant. No superstition.

The west would be won, but not by him. Not now.

Eddie settles in that same place, though, it is after dinner. He waits beneath the softness of your sheets. They no longer smell foreign.

He watched the way your skin rippled at your lower back as your bare skin pressed against your vanity stool, and the way your skin stretched over your shoulder blades as you pulled your hair to the side, raking through it with the brush in front of you. Your lips fell into a supple pout in concentration, and your lashes kissed your cheeks as you looked down. He allowed himself to free-float into the stagnant desert air.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“What did Wilhelm say to you? After dinner?”

He sat back at that table. You had been correct. Wilhelm was tall, much taller than him. He was intelligent and not as gruff. In the beginning, he’d wondered why you’d chosen to love him after someone like Wilhelm. Something in the orange told him that they would return home soon. Wilhelm knew this, too.

His hand was a comfort, clasped against his shoulder, his voice a gilden song.

“Tell her I said it’s okay.” He’d whispered to Eddie, and he was filled with a sense of knowing.

His eyes met yours once more, the darkness of night prevailing casted a shadow over your features.

“It’s okay, Nellie.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #cowboy!eddie munson x you #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie #Spotify

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Sweet Lady

Pairing: Shuri x Blackfem reader

Authors note: This is Part 3 of my Shame series. It’s a little something for everyone in this chapter Chile! It’s a series so walk with me loves. Shuri is basically having flashbacks trying to figure out where she went wrong. So each Chapter gets worse. Reader eventually becomes a singer, but not yet so I’m not putting that reader is a singer. ANYWAY! Enjoy My Loves. I’m having fun writing this! And remember I’m hella new to this so be gentle with me.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Fluff, It’s a lil smutty (18+), Foul language

Word Count: 6,652 (like I said walk with me lil baby)

Shame pt. 3

PRESENT DAY

That dance. That one dance changed everything. Introduced Shuri to a love she’d never believed to be possible. It also lead to an endless spiral of fucking drama. ‘Shit, to this day, that’s why I’m locked in a fucking bathroom hyperventilating now, Pathetic’. Shuri chuckled through her tears still looking at herself in the mirror. You’d always had a crazy effect on her. Like you held a remote control to her body. It activated at the mere mention of your name. But in that same reality you’d make her feel powerful. When you and Shuri connected that day it brought out a beast in her. One that everyone had to sit up and take notice of. It’s what made her the worthy Queen she was today. Imagine her people who thought so highly of her seeing her in a puddle on the floor of a bathroom all over some woman. Ha! But you were so much more than just that. Everyone who could get close to you knew it.

‘Get it together!!!’ Shuri screamed at herself inside.

‘You cannot do this here’.

She turned on the cold water, placing shaky hands under the powerful stream, she collected water and splashed it against her face.

‘Pull it together. You are a Queen. You have work to do’

She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes swollen and puffy, face drenched in water. She reached for the paper towels. Pulling out a few and pressing them to her face, allowing them to soak up the moister. She reached into her small bag draped across her body pulling out her shades and her gloss. She applied her gloss and placed her shades over her eyes.

She gave herself a once over, smoothing her hands over the wrinkles in her suit.

She walked over to the door unlocking it, placing her hand on the knob she let out a deep exhale opening the door.

Nakia and Okoye stood still awaiting her command.

“I’m ready” She spoke as if nothing had happened, having successfully numbed herself temporarily. As she walked, avoiding looking at any screen, the conversations surrounding her, the name continuously being called overwhelmed her. And she found the memories came flooding back again.

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BACK IN THE DAYZ

“Mmm Fuuuuuckk” Shuri whispered. She was supposed to be preparing for her nightly call to her girlfriend. Instead, after she’d gotten in from the market. She found herself turning on soft Afro-beats music. It came pouring from speakers built in and strategically hidden in the perfect places around her Luxury apartment inside the palace, surrounding her in the beautiful sounds. Lying back on the couch in her room, the days events played on repeat in her mind. She found her hands slowly moving down her body. Down past the band of her briefs her fingers found her folds dripping wet. “Hmmm” she sighed. Imagining her. Her naturally intoxicating scent. The way her soft, kinky textured hair smelled of butters and oils, a hint of Mango.

Y/n found herself in the shower body pressed against the slick marble wall. Her hands having traveled the same path as Shuri’s own, not being able to get the feel of Shuri’s strong hands guiding her waist out of her head. The way her R’s rolled so beautifully off her tongue. The way her voice and body flowed one in the same. Silky smooth. Yea. That describes Shuri with perfection.

Shuri rubbed circles around her clit as she thought about how buttery soft y/n’s hypnotizingly brown skin, that seemed to be flaked with specks of gold, had felt in her arms. How her warm center had felt pressed against her thigh. “Ahhh Bast!” She was so close.

Y/n continued rubbing her clit. As she inserted 2 fingers with her free hand, doubling her pleasure. “Ooo my…!!!” She moaned out head thrown back against the wall as the feel of Shuri’s thigh pressed against her center ran so vividly through her imagination that she swore she was in the room with her. She pumped and circled her hands as she felt her core clench. A warm sensation starting in her belly taking over her entire body. She slid down the shower wall as her body began to convulse. “SHURI!!”

“Y/N!!” Shuri moaned out, her back arched as she came to the image of Y/n riding her pussy. Breast bouncing with each thrust of her hips. The image slowly disappeared from her mind as she came down from her high. She lay breathing heavily hands down her pants, when her Kimoyo beads Chimed.

Griot: Panther incoming call from “Sthandwa Sami”

“Shit” Shuri said removing her hands quickly as though Eve was walking through the door.

“Uh answer griot”

“Molweni, thando!” Shuri answered breathless and over enthusiastic.

“ Heeeey, baby?” Eve answered with a question in her tone. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore? You sound out of breath.”

“Oh you know I can never be mad at you too long Sthandwa. Just got out of a last minute training session. You know Okoye wants to spring them on me just so I can s-stay prepared. You know with the whole me being uh Black Panther now thing” Shuri rambled as she scrambled around the room pacing.

Shuri never Rambled. She was always cool, calm, and collected. This all had her frazzled. What the hell is happening to her.

“Hm, okay. Are you good, love?”

“Oh y-yea fine..fine. It’s just uh been.. been a really long day.” She says yawning and stretching. “I’m super tired” ‘From masturbating to another woman who’s walking distance from me’. Shuri’s shakes her head.

“Um still no word of you making it anytime soon?”

Eve sighs “Not yet my love, I am trying.”

“Of course you are my dear. No rush”

Eve’s antennas immediately went up. What was going on?

“Just like that?” Eve was confused. This conversation never fared this well.

“No need in arguing. I know how much your work means to you. And I respect that.”

“Wow, that’s a big jump in maturity since yesterday” Eve says brain begining to go into overdrive.

“Well what can I say. I learn pretty fast” Shuri says placing an exaggerated fake yawn at the end.

“Okay love. You sound so very tired. I guess I’ll let you get some rest. Call me tomorrow.?”

“Yes tomorrow definitely. Ndiyakuthanda so much. I love you Thando”

‘Wtf was that’ Shuri and Eve simultaneously thought.

“Ok baby. I love you too” Eve chuckled mischievously. The call ended. Something was definitely up and she was going to figure it out.

Shuri walked into the bathroom, while Y/n stepped out of the shower in her own room. They both walked up to the mirror. Y/n wiping the steam off of hers. Shuri looked at her self in the mirror shaking her head.

“It should be out of my system now” they both say in union.

“Griot have 5 dozen roses sent to Eve. The note should say “Just because it’s Monday”. Have them delivered tomorrow” Shuri demanded as she prepared for her own shower.

“Yes Panther.” Griot answered.

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Your alarm goes off the next morning and though you tossed and turned most of the night you found yourself awake and anxious about the day ahead. Would it be awkward? Will she still want you here, or would it be best for you to leave? What the hell was that feeling? Your body reacted when you thought of her. It wasn’t just lust though, that was the easiest thing to acknowledge. But there was an underlying need for her that you couldn’t quite place. You just wanted to be close to her, take care of her, make her smile. And that scared you, because you couldn’t have her.

You were due in the lab to help out with the progression on the borders, but decided to take a little extra time on getting ready today to calm your nerves. “When you look good you feel good,” You say. And you could definitely use a vote of confidence.

Going to handle your hygiene and refreshed your braids, you decided to put on a little concealer, some mascara, line your lips with a brown pencil and apply gloss. You placed on a burgundy biker short and sports bra set, adding burgundy joggers that had 3 orange stripes down the front, you let them hang low on your waist. Your top adorned with a mesh long sleeved top that stopped above your sports bra playing peakaboo with the top of your breast. You wore white, black and gold sneakers and finished off the outfit by tying the matching jacket to the pants around your waist. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, running your hands over your straight back that hung to your waist, you looked pretty damn good. You went to the fridge to get 2 tupperware bowls filled with overnight oats you’d prepared the night before. One for you and one for Shuri. You were ready for the day.

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Shuri lay in bed staring at the ceiling not having slept a wink. Anxiety taking over. ‘Shit did anyone record?’ Ofcourse someone recorded. She face palmed. ‘Eve’s gonna find out without a doubt.’ Shuri tried to call her and was being sent to voicemail. “Fuck,Fuck,Fuck!” She knows. I wonder how Y/n’s feeling about all of this. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door followed by a twist of the door knob.

“Sleeping in today Princess?”

Shuri shot Okoye a glance but didn’t respond. Okoye gave a slight nonchalant nod as she continued walking towards her bed.

“Hm. How’s Eve?” Shuri immediately brought her hands up to cover her face as she let out a frustrated groan. “Okoye. I am in trouble.”

“I’d say so I heard you and your scientist gave quite the show at the market yesterday.”

“Ooh BAAAASSST! It was just a dance! Everyone does Kompa all the time here!”

“Hey. I am not the one on edge about it here. But I will say that what I saw hardly looked like just a dance. I’ve seen the “friendly” version of Kompa and that wasn’t it”

“ SAW! Shit! Someone did record! Okoye, Eve has everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

“I never questioned that.” Okoye said hand coming up to her chest in sarcasm.

“Buuut since you brought it up…Does she?”

Shuri looked at Okoye with exasperation.

Okoye continues. “Sure, Eve is gorgeous. But in the years you’ve been together, How has she been there for you? In the time you spent together, how have you found yourself compatible, mentally, spiritually. Do you really feel a connection?”

Shuri doesnt give it thought. “I love Eve.”

Okoye nods “ Ofcourse you do. You spent years together. But ask yourself this… When is the last time you felt with Eve whatever it is you were feeling when you danced with Y/n, or hell, even when you’re around Y/n. You can’t even control the way you look at her for Bast sake, We’ve all seen it.”

Shuri was stuck.

“All I’m saying is you need to figure out what you want and reel this in before people start getting hurt…. You’ve got a long day ahead. Time to get going.” Okoye says as she leaves Shuri with her thoughts.

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Shuri entered her lab searching for you before having to go to train with Okoye. Shuri’s eye’s landed on you as you spoke with some of the other scientist over a projected diagram of the river boarder. The burgundy against your buttery cinnamon skin making her heart drop. Shuri halted mid stride groaning at the sight of you. “Holy shhhiii-“

“Princess” one of her lab assistance interrupted Shuri’s thinking out loud. She recovered quickly, clearing her throat.

“We weren’t expecting you here today.” Tolu looked at Shuri with bright eyes and a pretty smile. Aware of her assistance little crush, she smiled nicely.

“Not here for long. Just stopping in on my way to training”

“Yes. I see” Tolu says, obviously checking Shuri out in he form fitting compression suit.

Shuri raises a brow “If you don’t mind. I’m going to take a look at what they’re working on” Shuri motions over to where you and her other scientist are working with her head.

“Oh, of course” She lifts her arm to touch Shuri’s bicep lightly before turning to walk away with an extra sway to her hips.

Shuri shakes her head turning to make her way towards you all, she’s met with your intense gaze taking in the scene. ‘Is that jealousy I see?”

She made her way over and you quickly averted your eyes elsewhere. Delving back in to appear busy. Shuri nods and greets everyone. As she enters your space.

“Hello Ms. L/n, how’s everything going here so far?”

“We’re making progress going over a few calculations. We’ll need your expertise with the depth of the Sonic barrier” You say still avoiding eye contact with her, staring down at a clip board.

“Ah, we can work on that tomorrow. I have training and my first prep meeting for coronation today. Will that work for you?”

“That works fine, Princess.”

Shuri smirks while staring a hole in the side of your face. Her bottom lip settling between her teeth. You felt her eyes, but refused to look.

“Thank you all for working diligently. I appreciate you all for your dedication during my absence. If you will excuse me and Ms. L/n a moment. She will be back with you all shortly.”

Shuri grabs your forearm and walks you up the stairs to her office. Your heart raced as you took in the muscles in her back as you walked behind her. They moved leisurely under the fabric of her form fitting shirt. She led you into her office closing the door behind her. She let go of you, moving to sit on the edge of her desk looking at you as you looked down at your feet.

“Princess huh” Shuri says mockingly.

“That would be your title as of now right. Or should I refer to you as my Queen now.”

“Neither really since you are not Wakandan” she replies sarcastically.

“Cut the bullshit Shuri why am I here?”

“Hoooo! Hostile today aren’t we? We left off on pretty good terms yesterday as I remember. What changed?”

Shuri said both eyebrows raised as she awaited your answer. You both knew what the problem was. Her little exchange with Tolu had irritated you. ‘So she just flirts with every fucking body’. But you be dammed if you said that to her. Especially since being mad at her didn’t make any sense. You know, the whole she’s not your girl thing.

“Y/n, are you planning to avoid looking at me the entire week?” Shuri speaks up.

“I’m not avoiding looking at you” you said still looking down.

Shuri stood placing her hand under your chin lifting your eyes to hers.

“ There she is..now tell me really. What’s up?”She took a step back taking her seat back on her desk. You look her in the eyes and there’s a brief moment of tense silence.

“It’s really nothing Shuri. I’m fine”

“I apologize if yesterday was too much. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I-I l-liked it.” You stutter.

Shuri looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

“Yea? Me too” Shuri says biting her lip.

You break eye contact looking around her office, this being your 1st time inside, because she rarely uses it. Your eyes fall on a gorgeous photo of her and Eve that sat perched on her desk. A head shot of them. Shuri with her intense eyes staring forward wearing a sexy smirk head leaning slightly towards Eve, as Eve smiled big almost in a laugh with her head tossed slightly back. They both wore black. Eve with beautifully flawless chocolate glowing skin, A perfect smile that reached her deep dark eyes. With long single braids that flowed perfectly straight behind prominent collar bones. They were stunning together.

“ You guys make one hell of a couple”

Shuri was not surprised. She could pretty much gauge where your eyes had gone. She was aware of how striking of a couple her and Eve was. People literally stopped and stared when they were together. But you definitely rivaled her beauty. You looked back at her to see her eyes still very much focused on you.

“ We do don’t we. It is almost to good to be true huh.”

“It is true though. Looks pretty damn true.”

You retort quickly, looking at her sternly.

“You look really good today Y/n”

“Shuri-“ you huff

“ We don’t need to go there Y/n. I won’t beat around the bush. I won’t lie and say I’m not attracted to you. We danced. That’s what it was. We got a little caught up in it, but we’re both aware that that’s all it could be. I am in a relationship. I am not here to confuse you”

“ I won’t lie you kind of already have.”

“ I apologize, that is not my intention. We won’t cross that line again. No more dancing.”

“ Ok well that’s that then”

“ So nomore awkwardness?”

“It’s done.”

“OK… “ Shuri looks you over.

“ I must say you do look very nice today though. A little extra effort huh? What’s the occasion?” She says, eyebrows lifting with a sly smirk. Your heart stuttered. But you were quick on your feet.

“ Since I’m taking over your lab for the week I figured I’d try to keep up with your lab swag”

Shuri Chuckles.

“ Lab Swag?”

“ Man what! Not to pump your head up or anything but the swag is impeccable!”

Shuri threw her head back in a laugh.

“We’ll you’re definitely giving me a run for my money today. The look suites you.”

“Why thank you.” You smile. “Have you eaten today?” Shuri smiles

“ Seems I’ve forgot again”

“ Not for long.” I made you some overnight oats they’re in the fridge in the lounge. You have a long day ahead you have to eat something. Let’s go get it”

“ Yes general” Shuri stands and salutes.

“Don’t” you both laugh and go to get her fed.

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2 DAYS LATER.

The next couple of days you and Shuri grew closer quickly. True to your word, you made sure she ate atleast twice a day. She really enjoyed your cooking so she was eating well and that satisfied you. She would come to the lab each morning before training to check on progress made, and eat whatever breakfast you made her. You also started packing snacks and a lunch for her to eat in between meetings, trainings and rehearsals for coranation.

You also made sure you dressed impeccably every day. The stolen glances and slight flirtatious remarks from Shuri being your guilty pleasure. You’d spend late nights in the lab making sure everything was going as close to Shuri’s standard as possible. She would join you after her last workout of the night. You guys would talk and laugh, play music and just catch a vibe. But Sometimes touches lingered too long, She would be talking and you’d find yourself zoning just staring at her lips, and you would catch her doing the same. Sometimes, she’d stand to close behind you while getting a glance at something you were working on, you both catching eachothers scent, feeling her breath on your neck. It sent chills down your spine, and a flutter in your tummy. You both would always manage to reel it in though. You would “force” her to eat a little something else before sending her off to bed. But behind closed doors feelings were growing faster than you two could manage.

This particular day you hadn’t seen her all day. She didn’t stop in the lab at all. Nor did you bump into her at all. You’d planned her favorite meal today for dinner, but guessed she’d have to eat it tomorrow. You’d decided to head in early tonight being that today had been successfully productive. Now you were in your room cooking the sides to your meal, dancing around to your 90’s r&b playlist in your boyshorts with no bra and a black silk pajama shirt that was long enough to cover just the cusp of your ass. You had only one button of it buttoned in the center, braids taken out allowing your puffy waist length hair to flow freely.

You were turning everything off in the kitchen. When you turned around to see someone standing in the center of the room obviously enjoying the view.

“GYATDAMNIT SHURI make some fucking noise when you enter a room.”

Shuri laughed from her belly until tears came out of her eyes, hunching over.

“ Bast! I needed that laugh after the day I’ve had. You should be more aware of your surroundings.”

“ What happened to knocking”

“You seemed preoccupied.”

Shuri steps closer to the light in the kitchen and that is when you get a good look at her. Your breath hitched. Her hair had been braided jewels adorning the braids. She wore black slacks and a long black dashiki jacket with gold stitching on the high neck collar, down the lapel, and on the cuffs. (reminiscent of T’Challa’s black and silver throne room outfit accept with gold) The look finished off with shiny black chunky heeled booties with a gold detailing on the toe. She looked regal. Like the Queen she would soon be.

“You ok” she asked.

“Fine.. I mean like I’m fine. Not like you’re fine. I mean you look really nice, but that’s not what I was talking about I meant like I’m cool.” You say mentally face palming.

She looked at you with those intense eyes, one eyebrow raised, her mouth turned upward on one side, where you could see the top of her perfectly straight white teeth. She licked her lips as she walked closer to you. Getting closer to you she looked down at your short frame and leaned close to your ear.

“There’s no way I look better than you right now babygirl. But thank you” Your knees buckled as she walked around you to the pots on the stove. You remembered then how undressed you were, reaching to button the rest of your shirt. The wind of her passing smelled of vanilla and Sandlewood, putting you in a trance.

“Huh?” You say to the question she’d just asked.

“ I said it smells delightful in here. What are you making?”

“ Oh yea! I remembered you telling me Oxtail was your favorite so I decided to make Oxtail, Jollof rice, cabbage and plantain for you.”

Shuri turned and looked at you.

“Are you serious?”

“Very. You’ve got a lot going on and I see it starting to weigh on you a bit, and well im here to be here for you right. It’s nothing really. I love to cook. But I thought I wouldn’t see you today so I was getting ready to fix a plate and put yours up for tomorrow.”

Shuri continued to look at you. An unreadable look flashes in her eyes.

“Well I’m starving tonight. So shall we eat?”

“Of course your majesty. I’ll use the good dishes for you.”

“Wow. You’re so funny.” She says with a sarcastically with a straight face.

“Ha! Girl fuck you”

She stuck out her bottom lip and looked you up and down.

“I mean you do look pretty fu-“

“Don’t go there”

She steps behind you as you were about to climb up on the cabinet to reach for the plates, placing a hand on your left hip, pressing her front into your back. She grabbed the plates sitting them down in front of you lingering she brought her lips down to your ear.

“Why not?”

This was gonna be bad. You didn’t have much fight left in you when it came to your want for Shuri. You wanted her bad, and obviously the feeling was mutual. She brought her other hand to your waist and massaged. There it was again. Her breath on your neck.

You held your breath leaning forward ass pressing back into Shuri, hands gripping the cabinet as you closed your eyes tight biting into your lip. ‘Lord give me strength’ you thought to yourself. Releasing a shaky exhale you turned yourself around in her arms.

Looking directly into her eyes (terrible idea) you mustered up enough strength to speak.

“You know why.”

“That’s the only reason though”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s a damn good reason Shuri.”

“So you dont feel this…this tension between us. How right you feel in my arms sthandwa. It’s like some magnetic pull when I’m around you”

“Shuri really let’s not do this. There’s no need to discuss it, because it can’t happen.”

“But you do feel it don’t you?”

“ Let’s just eat. Don’t make this awkward please Shuri.” You say removing her hands from your waist, you turn back around and grab the plates, walking over to plate the food. Shuri silently walked to the sink, washing her hands before grabbing silverware and wine glasses setting them on the table. She removes her jacket draping it on the back of her chair. Leaving her in a form fitting black crew neck T-shirt. It was tucked snuggly into her pants being held up by a black belt stitched with gold detailing, complimented with a small gold buckle. The gold of her necklace that held her panther suit shining against her chest. She walks over to the wine fridge.

“White or red.” Shuri asks

“Red”

“Sweet?”

“Yes” You say as you walk over to set the plates down. You glance at Shuri and your heart drops to your belly. ‘Why is she so fucking fine’. Shuri opened a bottle of wine and poured. You went to sit down and Shuri grabbed your wrist, pulling you to her.

“ I didn’t mean to make it awkward. Sthandwa. We can continue to pretend. I won’t press. I just want to be near you tonight. Is that alright?”

She asks eyes searching yours. ‘She knows what she’s doing. Play it cool girl’

“ It’s fine with me.”

“Good” She walks you over and pulls your chair out for you. You sit.

“ You don’t have to do stuff like that “

“ I want to” Knowing that there’s no need in arguing with Shuri you chose to move the conversation along.

“Try your food! Let me know what you think.”

Shuri picked up an Oxtail with her hand, piling some rice, cabbage, and a piece of plantain on it with her fork. She brought it up to her mouth sucking the tender piece of meat and garnishments off the bone. She closed her eyes and sat back as she chewed nodding to herself she hummed in approval. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from moaning. She opened her eyes catching your lustful stare. She smirked.

“That’s damn good sthandwa” You smile with a blush.

“Thank you”

“Stunning, a genius, funny, and can do no wrong in the kitchen. You make this hard for me.“

“You’re such a flirt”

“ Only with you” She said picking up her glass of wine and taking a sip. You chuckle and you guys continue eating making lighthearted conversation.

When you guys finished she helped you clean up. Washing dishes and all that. As she put up the last dish. You pushed yourself up to sit on the tiny island.

“So can I ask what went on today. You said you needed a laugh when you 1st came in..”

Shuri sighed pouring you both another glass of wine. She leaned against the counter across from you.

“I’m just tired Y/n. I don’t know if I want to do this. Everything has just been so go go go. I haven’t had time to process. I haven’t heard from Eve at all in two days. My body aches. My mind is everywhere. I’m eating thanks to you but sleep still fails me most nights. The only thing keeping me going right now is my duty to the throne, and that’s only because I feel like I owe it to my family. They’ve given their lives for this and it’s up to me to keep it in the family. It’s so much pressure. I never believed it would come to this. I’m only a scientist. Now I am to be the ruler and protector of Wakanda, and I’m doing it all alone.Nobody seems to care that I’m hurting. There’s no room for me to display weakness.” Shuri had tears streaming down her face she didn’t bother to wipe. You hop off of the island and pull Shuri into an embrace.

“ You’re not alone Shuri. You’ve got Nakia, Okoye, M’Baku, Ayo, Aneka and a whole nation of people who love you. Not to mention me.” You say sarcastically, Drawing a small smile from her.

“Honestly, I don’t know what Eves problem could be and I’m starting not to like her very much, but focus on the people that are here and you can handle that issue when the time comes.”

You lift her head from your shoulder holding her face with both of your hands. “You’re loved and we’re here for you if you let us be. Tell us what we can do to help from now on. Okay?”

Shuri nods as you wipe her tears with the pads of your thumbs. Shuri felt her heart flutter. She looked down at your lips, tongue coming out and running against the bottom of her own.

You felt yourself being pulled closer. Your lips almost touch when you pull away looking down. Shuri looked over to her left, eyes landing on the guitar she’d bought for you. A beautiful acoustic electric guitar with the amp and all.

“ All the drama that day in the market caused and I’ve yet to hear you play”

You look back up at Shuri appreciating the change in subject.

“ I can play for you. I usually go out onto the balcony at night to write and play. I’ve been working on a song. I only really have the first verse and the chorus”

“Oh you write your own music? I’d love to hear it”

“ Sure. Don’t judge though. It’s not perfect.”

“ Ahhhhh damn! You suck don’t you”

You smack your teeth and laugh as she grins.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that”

You grabbed your guitar and she grabbed the amp and you guys moved your party onto the balcony. She sits as you set it all up. Sitting down you strum a few notes. She watches in anticipation. You look up and smile.

“Alright here we go.”

You lean over and pressed play having had recorded the guitar harmonies nights prior. You folded up your legs into the chair on the balcony. Closed your eyes and started to play.

(s/n: guitar is so sexy to me)

Now any other day I would play it cool,

But I can’t now,

Cause I want you

You shocked Shuri as you’re smooth, seductive voice sung over top of the melody.

See I’m hooked on

How you flex your style

And I wanna talk for a little while

Shuri sat up in her chair not taking her eyes off of you, paying close attention to the lyrics you wrote.

I’ve never really seen your type

But I must admit

That I kinda like

So baby if you have the time

We could talk about

You being mine baby

You opened your eyes to find Shuri’s eyes burning a whole through you. You met her eyes as you went into the chorus.

Sweet Lady

Would you be my

Sweet love for

A lifetime

I’ll be there

When you need me

Just call and receive me.

A fire starts to burn in Shuri’s belly as she reaches over for her glass of wine chugging the rest of it, while you went into the chorus a second time. Liquid courage. You stopped singing as you continued to play putting a little extra sauce on it making the guitar sing for her.

You came to stop.

“What did you think?”

Shuri stood, walking over to you. She removed the guitar from your hands sitting it gently next to your chair, crouching in front of you. Before you could think your next thought, Shuri’s lips were pressed against yours. You didn’t put up a fight this time. You couldnt if you wanted to your body was putty to Shuri’s touch. You brought your hands up around her neck as your hand traveled up her nape, rubbing her undercut. Her tongue came out licking against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing her entrance, causing you both to let out a moan. Her hands wasted no time reaching under your thighs. Taking you from a seated position, to your heated core being pressed up against against her firm stomach. She walked you both back into the room. Sitting on the couch with you straddling her lap.

You both pulled apart to get some air. As oxygen poured back into your body so did a bit of common sense.

“Shuri we have to stop”

“No….I have to stop”

“Huh? That’s what I said”

Shuri shook her head

“Y/n I can’t do this anymore. Pretending like I don’t want you. Like you don’t drive me fucking insane. Like I don’t touch myself thinking about you and the way you move. You’re always on my mind. The way you walk, the way you dress. Bast, the way you smell, how you take care of me, how you just get me. You make me feel loved and cared for. I want you so fucking bad baby. But I do have to stop. But you don’t…”

You sat stunned at the confession. Waiting for the rest.

“I want to watch you cum on my thigh. I want to see my fantasy become reality baby. You said you want to be here for me….”She’s unbuttoning your shirt.

“Give me a show. Give me something to think about at night, ride me babygirl.” You moan as she pulls the silk shirt slightly off of your shoulders, not removing it just revealing your breast. She leaned back onto the couch. Bottom lip between her teeth eyes low, both arms lifted onto the back of the couch.

“I won’t touch you. I just want to watch you get what you deserve from me. For Being so good to me Princess.”

All will power left your body as your hips started to move on their own.

Shuri nodded.

“Uhhuh. There you go baby. Ride that shit. Keep your eyes on me. Yes, just like that”

Her jaw went slack mouth slightly open watching your body roll on her thigh. You looked into her sexy dark eyes as you ground your panty clad pussy onto her muscular thigh. You were so wet the panties were purposeless. A squelching sound now echoing throughout the apartment.

Shuri’s eyes rolled to the back of her head hearing how wet you were.

“FUUUCKK. That’s right make a mess on my pants baby. Little pussy so creamy for me. You needed me huh.” She said looking you right in your eyes.

“ Aaaahh Shuriiii!!” You moan head falling back. You could cum just off of her words and the way she looked right now. You grabbed and held onto her belt for leverage speeding up your movements. Breast bouncing in her face. Shuri squeezed the couch cushions trying not to touch you. Shuri chuckled.

“Oh Fuck yea I knew you were a fucking pro. Work for that shit Y/n”

You looked back into her eyes.

“Shuri please..”

“Tell me what you need love”

“Touch me! Kiss me! UUUUUhn please baby!”

Shuri let go of restraint gripping onto your hips guiding your hips to move even faster. As her lips attached hungrily to your neck. Biting and sucking on your skin. You moved your hands behind her neck squeezing as your core started tightening. She brought her left hand up to squeeze your breast, bringing her right arm around your hips moving you herself as she started a humping motion moving her leg to cause friction for you as she stayed attached to your breast.

She moved her hand from your breast for a second to hook her finger into your panties and move them out of the way. Some of your juices got on her fingers and she brought them up to your breast rubbing them on both of your nipples adding some sauce to her meal. She devoured them.

“ You taste so fucking good”

“Oooo shit Shuri. Y-you’re m-making me feel so GOOOOOD! I’m gonna cum!”

Your knee was accidentally buried inbetween her thighs grinding against her soaking wet clothed pussy. She humped against you as you humped her thigh. Shuri groaned starting to feel heat pooling at her core as well. You both looked so erotically feral desperately using eachother to chase euphoria. Shuri sat back pressing her core harder into your knee. Still grinding, wanting to watch you release. Both her hands going back down to your waist. She smacked the side of your ass.

“Come on sexy give me that shit. Make a fucking mess baby. I got you”

With that your face contorted mouth falling open letting out short choppy breaths “Ha ha ha ha ha MMMMMMMMMM” you convulsed on Shuri’s thigh coming to a shaking orgasm. Letting out the most disgusting of moans. Shuri’s brows furrowed together mouth falling all the way open, she let out a guttural moan.

“OOOOOH MY BAST! That shit was sexy! I’m gonna cum! FUCK!” Shuri said with surprise.

Watching the way you came so erotically quickly brought Shuri to her own orgasm pulling you in by your waist holding you tight against her while she buried her face into your neck, mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of her head, saliva dripping from the side of her mouth. “Uhn.. uhn.. Uhn.” groaning loudly with every thrust, cumming hard in her pants.

You both held tightly onto eachother as you came down from your mutual highs. You were wrapped up in eachother. Breathing heavily.

“Damn b-baby you came through your pants like that. You needed somebody to take care of that lil pussy too huh panther” You let go of her and looked at her one eyebrow raised, with a smirk on your face. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. You both burst into laughter.

“Don’t get cocky. We already broke the rules. I can carry you over to that bed and really send your sexy ass into a seizure.” Your mouth dropped as you slapped her arm.

“ You making fun of the way I cum?”

“Quite the opposite my love. That shit was sexy af”

Both of you laugh again as you fell back into her arms and she fell back into the couch holding you while you lay in her bosom.

Then there was a knock at the door, interrupting your moment.

“Fuck” you say. You got up buttoning your shirt and scrambling to find pants.

“Did you have Dora with you?” You whispered panicked.

“No. But I did let Okoye know I’d be here. It’s probably her.” Shuri said.

“Just a moment” you say while hopping into your pajama pants.

“What if someone heard us?”

“ Calm down, just answer the door Y/n.”

You walked over to the door looking freshly fucked. Hair wild on your head, Eyes blown, lips swollen, hickeys forming. You opened the door.

Your eyes go wide.

“ I was told I could find Shuri here”

Eve.

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A/N: Welp hope y’all enjoyed! We’re gonna pretend the song Sweet Lady didn’t exist until this story. And it was written and Sang by a woman. AIGHT BYE!

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Chapter 34: Starburned and Unkissed

“Cazador took everything. He’s dead, and he still has everything. I can’t see my reflection, can’t stand in the sun, I don’t even remember what it’s like to draw a real breath. All my respiration is a force of habit. Half of my personality is from simply trying to survive. You’ll never hear my heartbeat or see the color of these eyes before they turned red. Before I grew fangs.” His nose wrinkles in disgust. “There is nothing to be lost because he took all of it. You’ll never know the man I was before-” She groans. “Please don’t try to convince me you were ever a man of virtue.”

Chapter from ongoing fic Forms of Imprisonment. Full chapter/story on AO3.

Pairing: Spawn Astarion (post-tadpole) x OFC

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+. Violence, blood, trauma, mild violence (this chapter), sexual tension, fluff, soaking wet Astarion, hot angry Gale, Shadowheart acting like the only adult in the room, Astarion being an ass. Preexisting relationship, relatively mild chapter but part of a series (that is generally explicit).

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“Hello, lover.”

Astarion’s grin widens as Celeste pins him to the ground. Water trickles from his damp hair while his rain-soaked trousers chill through her inner thighs as they bracket him in place, her nightgown bunched around her hips. A puddle forms by the open balcony doors as it thunders outside and the curtains, drenched by the storm, ripple in the wind.

“Celeste, darling, drop the stake.” Astarion says precariously, his smile fading, but she remains frozen in disbelief as she stares at him.

Gale, now awake and disoriented, gapes at the scene before him, his eyes wide as if Astarion were a ghost. Shadowheart sits on her knees, her body tense as she contemplates how to best react.

Astarion’s free hand reaches out, his fingers grazing Celeste’s cheek before sliding his thumb around her wrist to the center of her palm, applying light pressure. Slowly, she eases her hold, and the stake clatters to the floor, rolling under the bed. He gives her a slow nod and releases her.

Shaking, Celeste falls to the side, slumping against the bedframe, her gaze fixed ahead, numbness enveloping her. Astarion props himself up on one arm, wincing from the pain of the impact, as he rises to his knees in front of her.

“Are you alright?” His voice is filled with concern, but he refrains from touching her. Her eyes slide to meet his, rage and relief simmering within. When she doesn’t respond, Astarion stands and brushes himself off, looking between the three of them.

“Well, this is an interesting development.”

“I assure you,” Gale says as he steps over a puddle and shuts the balcony doors against the howling wind and rain. “There have been no developments.”

“Aside from Astarion poisoning Celeste, stealing from us, and then disappearing, you mean?” Shadowheart leers.

Astarion’s scowl deepens. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

“Why are you here?” Celeste interjects, her voice detached as she gives him a cold, piercing look that makes him wish he’d never come at all. Astarion’s gaze falls to the floor.

“Celeste, I…” He begins with a sigh, crouching before her once again, “I had a plan. To get the Tear safely to Aylin and Isobel, to distract Keresta from you until I could kill her. I never…” his voice falters, “I never anticipated how much I would hurt you. The ways I’d break your trust, what it would do to you…and when I realized what I’d done, I told myself it would be worth it as long as it kept you safe…And now it seems I’ve failed even in that.” He reaches for her hand, but she pulls it back.

“So, why are you here?”

Astarion closes his eyes for a long moment, rain still drips from his soaked curls, cascading down the bridge of his nose. “The Sharrans have…so much power at their disposal. Their cleric incinerated Artor Morlin in shadows right in front of me. Keresta said…” He swallows hard, his throat tight. “She told me she’d do the same to our friends, to you, if I crossed her.”

“So you chose to leave,” Shadowheart interjects, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, “and thought she’d be perfectly okay with that outcome?”

“I had no other choice,” Astarion reaches out and grasps a disoriented Celeste’s arm, “Which is why we need to get out of Waterdeep.” He urges, pulling her to her feet.

“Because that worked out so well the last time,” Shadowheart grumbles.

Celeste shakes her head. “No. No more running.”

“Did you hear a word I just said?” Astarion asks incredulously.

“Give her a moment. This is a lot to take in.” Gale interjects.

Astarion’s frustration grows. “Fine, I’ll make it simple then. We need to leave now.” He tugs Celeste after him towards the door, but she digs her bare heels into the floorboards, ripping her arm away from him.

In an instant, Astarion catches her wrist, barely an inch from his cheek, just as she attempts to slap him. His eyes grow dark as his fingers curl around it roughly. He slowly backs her into the wall, careful to keep their bodies from touching.

“Let’s not start with that again.” He says through his teeth, “It’s been a very, very long night.”

Suddenly, a pair of rough hands forcefully pull him away from Celeste, throwing him against the doorframe. Gale clutches Astarion’s collar tightly, holding him in place.

“You’re not taking her anywhere against her will,” He snarls, his voice seething with fury. “I said, give her a moment.” A look of surprise washes over Astarion’s face as he recoils from the wizard’s grip.

“Both of you, stop!” Shadowheart swiftly intervenes, pulling Gale off Astarion. He stumbles back, still fuming. The cleric takes a cloak from a nearby chaise and drapes it around Celeste’s shoulders, shooting a disdainful glance at both men.

“Apologies,” Astarion mumbles, clearing his throat with a guilty look, “As I mentioned, a very... long night.” His weariness is clear as he drags a hand across his face. Now, in the light, Celeste notices the hollows beneath his eyes, evidence of how little he’s fed, despite the crimson staining his lips, dried blood on his chin and neck.

Gale sighs. “Sorry. Blame it on the sudden awakening.” He casts a glance at Celeste, who is silently seething against the wall, then back at Astarion. “Your bed upstairs is still there for you. Perhaps we should all rest and discuss this tomorrow.”

“We don’t have that kind of time.”

“We have plenty of time. The wards around the tower will hold just fine for now.”

“They didn’t keep me out.”

“They weren’t meant to. As long as you have good intentions, you are always welcome here, Astarion.” Gale says softly.

Astarion's throat tightens and he nods, somewhat with disbelief, as he reaches towards the door handle, looking at Celeste before he leaves. Her expression has softened some, but remains distant.

“Thank you,” Astarion says to Gale in a low voice, before slipping into the hall and upstairs to the attic.

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Astarion feels her presence lingering in the doorway before he sees her.

“Care to talk now?” He asks from the bed as he stares at the ceiling. The cobwebs cast intricate patterns of vein-like shadows against the wooden beams, dancing and shifting with each gentle flicker of light from the candle on his desk.

“That depends.” Celeste says. She crosses the threshold of the room, remaining near the wall, her vexation evident. “Will you respect my decisions?”

Astarion rolls his head towards her, releasing an exasperated sigh. “I will. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Even better.”

With a haughty glare, he sits up and swings his legs off the bed. “Are you here to gloat or did you want something? Perhaps you’ve brought another stake to drive through my heart.”

“You did say you’d prefer to be staked…”

“I know what I said! ” Astarion snaps. He runs a hand through his hair before burying his face in his hands. After a moment, he braces his palms on his knees, and leans forward.

“Can I do anything to fix this?” He asks in a softer tone.

Celeste lets out a long sigh through her nose. “I don’t know.” Biting her lip, she glances toward the hall. Astarion pushes himself to his feet with a soft grunt.

“That’s a start, I suppose.” He says with a smirk and crosses the room. Celeste’s eyes follow his every movement as he rests his forearm on the wall, leaning against it, his body inching closer to hers.

She notices his dry hair and fresh clothes, remarking, “You’ve cleaned up. Whose blood was that from before?”

“A… friend’s,” He answers, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “She helped me escape. We had to stage an attack to make it believable. No harm was caused.” As he observes a flicker of concern flash across Celeste’s face, he quickly adds, “…and no lines were crossed. A newfound ally. Nothing more."

Celeste nods, her eyes flickering with a sense of relief that is impossible to miss.

Astarion’s gaze drifts over her, taking in the subtle changes since he last saw her. She’s more toned, presumably from training, and to his surprise, her flushed cheeks and bare shoulders are sun-kissed. Sensing his thoughts, she mutters.

“Wyll has me practicing in the daylight.”

Astarion can’t help but emit a quiet snort of amusement. “What a waste.” Without thinking, he brushes the back of his fingers down the length of her arm, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Celeste watches his movements, flushing in response, but doesn’t recoil.

“How so?”

“Surely there are other undiscovered powers of yours hiding in the moonlight.” His fingers lift away, curling towards his hand, lingering, as if unsure what to do next. The absence of his touch leaves her skin in a state of constant ache.

“I’ve had some…limited success while you’ve been away.” She confesses.

Astarion raises an eyebrow, tilting his head back slightly and gesturing to the center of the room before crossing his arms. “Well, don't hold back. Show me.”

“It’s not a party trick.”

“Of course.” He says with an impish grin.

“Fine. But remember that I said limited success.” She extends her hand before her, furrowing her brow as she recalls Gale’s lesson. As she concentrates, a couple of sparks of light materialize in the air, their transient glow fading almost as quickly as they appeared.

“Well. I’m sure that will have Keresta quaking in her boots.” Astarion jests, his tone laced with sarcasm. “It’s never too late to leave…”

Celeste scowls, her focus intensifying as she attempts to evoke the emotions from before: the anguish, the grief, her family, the connections she had forged over the past several months…

Nothing.

Her gaze shifts to where he watches, his devastating features just barely illuminated in the candlelight. She tries to hold on to her contempt, her anger towards him, but it fades away, replaced by a familiar longing. Her desire to touch him, to be held by him, for all of this pain to…

Astarion raises an eyebrow, questioning her intent as she continues to stare at him. Her stomach flutters in response, and the sparks in the air begin to reform. Yet he remains oblivious, tilting his head to the side, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

“What is it?”

As he speaks, the shimmers intensify, their ethereal glow captivating his attention. A swirling blizzard of blue and silver light encircles them, whispering against their skin, tousling Astarion’s disheveled curls like a winter breeze. The halos of Celeste’s irises seem to flicker as the starlight surrounds them, and Astarion squints, contemplating, before he pins her to the wall, his body melding against hers with a delicate touch.

“What are you doing?” she breathes.

“Testing a theory,” he purrs.

Closing the distance between them, his lips hover just above hers. He drags his fingers across the rough texture of the exposed brick where he had been leaning as he presses himself closer, stifling a moan as her body responds to his.

The power coursing through Celeste’s veins flares, and suddenly, a night sky bursts above them, dissolving the ceiling into a phantasm of stars. Astarion steals a quick glance upward, one hand still braced against the wall above her, while the other glides down to rest at her waist.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he murmurs into her ear.

Celeste’s breath hitches, and the illusion dissolves. The wooden beams of the attic return as the night sky dissipates, stars falling like snowflakes to the floor and vanishing into nothingness.

Astarion returns his attention to her, cocking his head to the side and frowning as he senses her apprehension. He takes a step back, his face grim, eyelids lowered.

“I’ve lost you, haven’t I?” He asks in a low voice.

She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers, “it’s not that.”

“What do you want, Celeste? Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

“I don’t know….”

“Well, when you finally figure it out, I’m certain they’ll throw a damned ball in your honor.”

“You don’t get to be angry-”

“I get to be whatever the hells I want!” He hisses.

“If you’d taken one moment to ask me what I’d wanted before, it would have been for you to stay. I would have crawled out of a thousand graves if it spared you from subjecting yourself to servitude again, to Keresta, I thought I’d lost you-”

“There’s no one to lose, Celeste. Cazador took everything. He’s dead, and he still has everything. I can’t see my reflection, can’t stand in the sun, I don’t even remember what it’s like to draw a real breath. All my respiration is a force of habit. Half of my personality is from simply trying to survive. You’ll never hear my heartbeat or see the color of these eyes before they turned red. Before I grew fangs.” His nose wrinkles in disgust. “There is nothing to be lost because he took all of it. You’ll never know the man I was before-”

She groans. “Please don’t try to convince me you were ever a man of virtue.”

Astarion’s eyes narrow, his lip curling. “Oh, fuck off, I’m serious-”

“And so am I. I love the man you are now, Astarion.” She continues earnestly. “You are not tainted by what he made you do, what was done to you.” She takes a step closer, reaching for his hand, “But he’s finally dead. So leave him to rot,” she pleads, her voice filled with anguish. “and live."

He stares at her, his jaw clenching as he holds her gaze, his expression unreadable.

“Just-”

“Stop talking.” He growls, and his mouth captures hers in a fierce kiss before she can finish her sentence.

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