#the originals x woc!reader

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday Boy (Part 2)

Summary: Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Pussy eating, Multiple orgasms, Rough sex, a little dirty talk, missionary, hand on throat but not choking, & a little bit of cum eating)

"My love," Elijah began, his voice dropping a tone lower as he looked down at you, his brown eyes glued to the sight of your already wet pussy. "You spoil me." He began taking off his suit jacket, his eyes not leaving you at all.

"No, you spoil me," you told him, spreading your legs even wider for him, inviting him to taste. "I'm just returning it to my birthday boy."

"A wonderful birthday, indeed," He started to loosen his tie, his fingers hurrying to take it off.

After waking him up with a little birthday head, you decided to start his birthday off first with fixing his favorite breakfast. You then took him to the movies to watch a new film that you noticed he was surprisingly interested in. Elijah tended to not really be interested in many shows or movies, preferring books mostly. The few times he is interested in a movie or show, then it must be really good. The day before you made sure to have his family (mainly Klaus) agree to not bother him with anything. It was hard but it was worth it to see your handsome man finally be unbothered and calm all day. After that you took him out to eat at his favorite restaurant in New Orleans and bought him his favorite dish. Elijah, the gentleman that he is, tried to pay for it, but you insisted that you would, wanting to continue spoiling him. After you left the restaurant, you and him went back to your place much to his confusion as you had begun spending more and more nights at the compound, but he agreed to it. The minute you two stepped through the door, you were on him. Running your fingers through his soft hair, you kissed him with such intensity and passion that for a second his mind went blank and the only thing he could think of was your lips. When you pulled away and began making your way to your room, he finally gathered his mind and followed after you, an erection already growing inside his dress pants. When you two finally entered your room, immediately you both began undressing.

"You can do what you want, birthday boy," you moved your hand to your pussy and spread your lower lips open for him. "Pussy's all yours."

A sudden feral look came over Elijah's face and before you knew it, he ripped his own shirt open, causing the buttons to fly everywhere, and threw it on the floor.

"Pussy's mine, is it?" He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, and got down on his knees.

Whining at the sudden pull, you grabbed the bedsheets beside your body and looked up at Elijah, readying yourself for him.

"I love you," he told you. The statement made you smile and you would have happily said it back, but before you could, Elijah had already lowered his head and spread your lips open.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he said lowly. He licked up your center, gathering all of your wetness on his tongue, moaning while doing it. When he got to your clit, he quickly began flicking his tongue against it, the little bud becoming more sensitive with each flick.

"Oh my god," You moaned. The feeling of his tongue against you was too strong and you began lifting and jerking your hips against his mouth.

"Sweetheart, behave yourself," he told you, before going back and flicking it some more.

The taste of you and your wetness on his tongue was so good to him and he wanted more of it. Still moving his tongue against your clit, he placed one hand on your leg, holding it down to the bed, and placed his other hand on your other leg, doing the same thing. When he saw that he had a good hold of you, he slowly moved his tongue down to your entrance.

"Elijah," you cried, wiggling in his grip, your grip on the bedsheets getting tighter and tighter.

Tightening his hold on you, he inserted his tongue into your entrance, flicking the tip of the muscle inside of you, more of your juices gathering on his tongue.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moaned, an intense fire was beginning to build inside of you and the intensity made you wiggle even more. "Elijah, don't stop!"

He could sense by your moans and your words that you were getting close to cumming and the thought of you cumming on his tongue made him decide to let go of one of your legs and move his hand. Keeping his flicking tongue inside of you, he brought his hand to your clit and began gently rubbing it with his thumb.

"Oh, Elijah," you cried, moving your hips against his mouth and hand. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

The combination of it was too good and the fire inside of you grew too intense too quickly. You moved your hips faster and faster against him.

Ready to taste your cum, Elijah began rubbing harder on your clit, his gentleness completely gone. "Cum," he said with his tongue still in you.

It didn't matter if you understood him or not, because before you knew it, you let out a scream as you began cumming, your hips still moving of their own volition, your orgasm too strong and almost rendering you breathless.

Grabbing your hips with both hands again, he held them down, and began fucking his tongue into you, the taste of your cum driving him wild.

"Elijah, please," You cried, finally letting go of the bedsheets and began nudging his head away from you. "Too much."

With one last plunge into you with his tongue, he let go of your legs and stood up. Looking up at him with glazed eyes you could see that his gorgeous face was covered in your juices and he still had that feral look upon his face.

"My love," he began running one of his hands over his mouth, wiping away some of your juices, the sight almost making you breathless again. "you are too good to me."

You tried to catch your breath and let your body relax a little before you both continue, but that feral look in his eyes and the sight of your pussy juice on his face caused your pussy to start throbbing again.

"You gonna fuck me or what, birthday boy," you teased him, bringing your hand down to your pussy, running your fingers through your left over wetness.

A small growl left his mouth and he quickly grabbed your hand and moved it away, while his other hand began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

"This what you want, baby girl," he asked, dropping his pants and taking out his member, lightly tapping it on your pussy lips, the action making you jump as you were still sensitive.

"Put it in me," you lifted and spread your legs wider for him. "Please."

Not wasting a second, he slowly inserted himself into you, his girth slightly stretching you out, but you didn't care, enjoying the small burn it made. With each inch that entered you, you let out a gasp at how full he made you, until he was finally balls deep inside.

"(Y/N)," he moaned, closing his eyes, not moving. The feel of your warm walls combined with your wetness almost made him cum.

You wanted to respond back to him, but the fullness of him was just too good and you were speechless.

Slowly, he began pulling out of you, almost all the way and leaving just the tip inside of you. Automatically your walls squeezed around him wanting him to stay.

"Oh," he moaned, thrusting back into you.

The thrust forced a gasp out of you and you grabbed onto the bedsheets, bracing yourself for him and the roughness you were sure was coming.

His thrusts began to gradually increase, his member hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again forcing more moans and gasps out of you.

"Right there, Elijah, right there," you yelled, feeling that same fire begin growing quickly inside of you. You tried to lift your hips to meet his thrusts, but they were going too fast.

Still thrusting, he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb again, keeping his eyes on your face to see the pleasure he was bringing you.

"Yes! I'm cumming," you yelled, closing your eyes from the intensity of your second organism. "Oh fuck, Elijah!" Your whole body was shaking and you wouldn't let go of the bedsheets.

His thrusts didn't stop, in fact they increased. Your sensitive walls squeezing him so tightly drove him into a frenzy and he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, bent his body over you and began pounding into you, hitting the special spot each time. Your moans and cries combined with your increased wetness made him more feral than before.

"Shit," you yelled, another more intense fire burning inside you quickly becoming too much. "Oh my god!"

He placed his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but just holding you there and looked you in the eyes. "Cum for me," he demanded.

Your body quickly followed his demand and soon your walls were squeezing him again as a third organism, more powerful than the others, ran through your body. You couldn't say anything as the orgasm knocked you speechless and breathless.

"Where do you want it," you heard Elijah say. Your mind was fuzzy for a long moment and it wasn't till your speech and ability to breath came back to you that you looked up to see Elijah's face scrunched up in intense pleasure and you could feel that his thrusts had lost their rhythm and was now wild.

"On my pussy," you told him out of breath, laying your head back.

Feeling his self getting close, he quickly pulled out and roughly ran his hand up and down himself for a few seconds before finally shooting his cum onto you.

"Uhh," he groaned as he continued to jerk ropes of cum out of himself and onto your skin. "(Y/N)."

"Yeah," you responded looking at him as he finally stopped jerking himself, no more cum left in him, and he looked down at you. The feral-ness was now gone from his eyes and they were now filled with love and adoration for you.

"I love you so much," he told you, breathing deeply.

With a smile, you looked back at him with the same amount of love and adoration he had and reached down to where his cum landed, and scooped some on your pointer finger.

"I love you too, baby," you replied, bringing your finger up to your mouth and licking his cum off your finger.

The feral-ness came back to his face and you smirked, knowing that this will be a long night of pleasure.

[solitaryearthperson]

I’m so lucky

Summary: The reader comes back to the compound to find an angry Klaus waiting for her.

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

Bloody 2 in the morning, Klaus mentally grumbled, as he continued to read from his book on the couch. Or at least, he tried to read from his book. His mind was racing with different thoughts of what you could be doing, and none of them were comforting in the slightest. "Who does she think she is," he muttered to himself, turning a page.

"Well, I think she's a woman, not a child." 

He didn't have to look up from his book to know that the statement came from Elijah and that his brother more than likely had an amused grin upon his face as he entered the room. "Has she not returned yet?" He asked, sitting down on the couch across from Klaus, amused at his brother's annoyance.

"No, she hasn't. Not one call or text." He tried to keep his annoyance out of his voice as he turned a page, not registering any of the words on it.

"She has to put up with this family and you, Niklaus. She deserves a night out."

"A night out ends when night ends," Klaus responded, giving up on reading his book and slamming it shut. "It is past midnight and now morning. She should be home."

Grinning, Elijah tried to not chuckle at his brother's frustration, but couldn't help letting a bit of it slip out which quickly caught the angry hybrid's attention.

"You find the worry for my love funny, Elijah," His voice began to rise as he watched the grin on Elijah's face grow.

"What I find funny, brother, is you forget that (Y/N) is a woman, not a child, who doesn't need your permission or approval on how late she returns. She can take care of herself."

"Always the feminist, Elijah," Klaus remarked, rolling his eyes. He took out his phone for the ninth time that night and checked the time again. Only 2:20. I'll leave and find her when its 2:30.

Even though Elijah was annoying him with his amusement, he knew that his older brother was right. At the beginning of your relationship, you made him agree that he wouldn't try to control you or become overprotective of you and let you have your freedom and at the time, he completely agreed, but he didn't think that that freedom involved you hanging out with your friends all night, leaving him worried. Each second that passed, he began to get more and more paranoid that something bad had happened to you.

"Let her enjoy a night out away from your scheming. She deserves it."

Yes, she does, Klaus mentally agreed, sighing.

"Yes. I admit she-"

The sound of a distant giggle stopped him and he quickly stood up from the couch and left the room to see you entering the compound, drunk and barefoot, holding the heels you were wearing earlier in your hand.

You were tiptoeing, letting out little giggles as you tried to be quiet. Your appearance was not that different from when you left, but Klaus could still spot a light sheen of sweat on your skin from all the dancing you did. Even though Klaus was ecstatic to see you again and to see you completely fine, he couldn't help but let his anger get the best of him as he made his way to you.

"Do you know what time it is," Klaus asked, his footsteps hurrying over to you with an angry frown upon his face.

Anyone else, when seeing that look on him, would have instantly become scared and begun cowering and apologizing, but not you. Even in your drunken state, you knew that Klaus would never hurt you and because of the alcohol still in your system, the only response you gave to his angry question was another giggle.

"You had me worried me sick," he continued, taking your heels out of your hand and placing his hand in yours. "Let's go to bed." He began pulling you in the direction of the stairs, but you quickly pulled your hand from his and hurried off to the kitchen.

"(Y/N)," he groaned, speeding after you and stopping in front of you before you could fully enter the kitchen.

"I'm hungry," you whined drunkenly. "I want a sandwich."

"You'll get your sandwich when you go to bed," he told you, ignoring the pout that grew onto your face at his words. He turned you around and gently nudged you to leave. "Go on."

Groaning, you took slow, sad steps towards the stairs, looking over your shoulder still pouting, giving him the best puppy dog eyes that you could make in your state.

"Love, go on," Klaus urged, trying to not to smile and give in to your pouting.

"I'm going," You said angrily, quickening your steps.

You didn't know it, but the look in Klaus' eyes as he watched you drunkenly walked barefoot to the room screamed nothing but love.

"I take it she had fun," the voice of his brother made him turn his eyes away from you (something he absolutely hated) and turned them on Elijah who looked at him, still amused.

"Yes, she did," Klaus sighed before turning around and entering the kitchen, placing your heels on the edge of the counter.

"What're you doing," Elijah asked, following him and taking a seat at the counter.

"Making the silly, drunk girl a sandwich."

His answer made Elijah smile even wider as he watched Klaus begin to pull out slices of bread and bologna and other things. Finally Niklaus has found his true love.

~

“Oh,” you groaned, opening your eyes and lifting your head. It was pounding terribly and you felt that your eyes were sore and heavy, even after waking up from sleep. Sitting up, you pushed the cover off your body, about to stand up, when you had to stop yourself, feeling an unpleasant rumbling in your stomach. 

Shit, you thought, placing a hand on your stomach. Another rumble made you get up from the bed, and run to the bathroom, quickly lifting the lid, and emptying your stomach of all contents from last night. 

You were too busy vomiting that you didn’t hear Klaus enter the bathroom. The sudden feeling of fingers in your hair and lifting it from your face made you look up to see your hybrid lover looking down at you with concern.

“You alright, love,” he asked. 

Seeing you nod, he grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped your face clean of any left over vomit, then flushed it. Gently holding your arm, he lifted you from the floor and walked you back to the bed, where he placed you on the bed. Before you could do it, he pulled the covers up and around you and you found that your sore eyes were beginning to feel heavy.

“Take this love,” he told you and you opened your eyes to see him holding a pill in one hand and a glass of water in another. 

“What is it?”

“For your head.”

You picked it up and placed it in your mouth and drank the water, swallowing it with a wince as your throat now felt sore. 

“If you’re hungry, your sandwich is right there,” he told you pointing to beside you, and you looked over and saw sitting on the bedside table was the sandwich your drunkenly requested last night. 

I must’ve fell asleep, ‘fore I could eat it. Klaus lightly placed his hand onto your forehead, getting your attention and making you turn back to him.

“If you need me, I’ll be painting in the other room. Just say my name and I’ll come.”

With a kiss on your forehead and another look of love at you, he left your side and exited the room, leaving the door open to hear you.

Feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier, you began to slowly drift into sleep and as you did, you couldn’t control the smile that spread across your face as you thought of your boyfriend. Fuck, I’m so lucky.

[floredaqueen]

𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓 18+

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲.. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨...

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤.

𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.

"...𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ��𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦.

"𝐂𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐦𝐞.."

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐈𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲..?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭–" 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝.

"𝐍-𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐨!" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ��𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.."

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 on 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❤︎

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40 days n 40 nights.

pairing; shuri udaku x black!fem!reader (kalila)

warning; toxicity. language. emotional manipulation. allusions to smut. descriptions of smut 18+ content.

reference; 40 days n 40 nights — mariah the scientist, vory

overview; in which two exes reunite briefly after ending their toxic relationship.

tags (people who recently interacted with my shuri fics): @neeville @pocketsizedpanther @l-o-v-e-galore @cosmic-parker

Toxicity used to be as foreign concept. At one point, healthy was all she knew. Open, honest, respectful communication and treatment from her partner to herself. It was easily acceptable. It was what she needed to thrive; it was what she required.

Kalila felt like a fool when she lowered the walls that guarded her soft heart. The sweet nothings and gentle kisses that the lips of the Queen shared, altered her brain chemistry in a way she couldn’t explain.

No longer was she headstrong and adamant about what she deserved. She didn’t stand on business. No, she was weak in the knees for the Queen, the Panther, for her. Whatever to keep her majesty satisfied, she was prepared to give it all.

Naivety was her downfall.

What she failed to understand, was that the deep desire to please her at any cause, stripped her of her dignity, honor, and self-respect. Subject to mistreatment as a result, Kalila’s eyes began to open. The rose-colored glasses fell and reality sunk in. Her loyalty was taken advantage of. Her kindness was laughed at. The love she gave was not enough. She was not enough. She came to be nothing but a body to keep the bed warm while the Queen did what a Queen had the pleasure of doing; whatever she wanted.

It took months to build the courage to end the relationship. How easy could it be to remove oneself from the most intense union they’d found themselves in? The one where while the pros were numerous, the cons extended themselves past the acceptable limit.

The worst part was; she didn’t care. She had no interest in fighting to keep her, working to change. Kalila’s world crumbled. Her heart tore in two, her lungs constricted, and her mind fogged. Suddenly, substances were her lover and they fucked her good; to the point where she’d be in an orgasmic haze from the strategic stroking of her brain.

She mentally smacked herself each time she thought or her. The Queen, the Panther, Shuri. The best and worst thing to ever happen to her. Kalila wondered what she was up to. Probably living her life; on a flight to a new country where she’d serenade a woman into being her lover for the night before retreating the following morning, intrigued when the women followed her like a lost child. Kalila knew it all too well—it was once her.

The room spun. Substances and lack of sleep were a deadly combination. Kalila shook her head. 40 days and 40 nights of endless bullshit. All she had to do was let go. Could it be so hard?

Her music paused briefly at the indication of a text.

S. Udaku. Open the door.

Apparently so.

Kalila’s knees were weak as she stood in front of her. Her knees were weak, her heart pounding, and her most intimate parts jolted at the sight of her. She looked much different than she had a year ago. Her curls were much shorter—she’d cut them—now small tendrils on her head. She retired her tracksuit for a black suit with accompanying loafers. Kalila glanced at the wall clock. It was 9:41pm. Where’d she come from?

Shuri stepped into the apartment with an indescribable dominance that shifted the atmosphere. She was taller in stature, so her neck was lowered to glare into the eyes of Kalila. Both sets of brown eyes were deep and rich, but told different stories.

“What are you doing here?” Kalila’s voice was slow. The door closed behind her and and Kalila’s eyes followed Shuri as she stood in the middle of her apartment. Her long arms were crossed just underneath her belt, and her rings shone under the dim lights.

“Why’d you let me in?” Was the Queen’s response.

Because I missed you. Kalila’s eyes told it all before her mouth did. Shuri gave a humored chuckle, but the stoic look on her face didn’t change. Tight-lipped and unamused.

“Why are you here?” Kalila pressed once more. Shuri was now on the couch. Her long fingers flipped through the magazine on the coffee table. Essence. Then, they ghosted over the lit candle aside it. She didn’t flinch when the flame kissed her fingertips. Slowly, she leaned back against the couch, arm thrown over the back.

Shuri shrugged. “Was in the area. Wanted to say hello. Sit.” As if she was trained, Kalila sat beside her. This was what she wanted; to be next to her, in her presence once again. Why act shy now?

“I see you’re doing well. Business flourishing and all.”Kalila’s eyes snapped up. She started a marketing and consulting agency shortly after her college graduation. It was a rocky start, and Shuri had been there to connect her to the best in the business to assist in its development. Little did Kalila know, her efforts never ceased even once they split.

Kalila, however, was confused as to how she knew the way she was flourishing. At least on the outside. Then she had to remember, Shuri had every resource at her fingertips. Hell, she probably had someone keeping tabs on her at one point. She chose not to think about it further.

“Yeah, things are well.” Her answer was short. “Can you just…why are you here, Udaku? We are--there is no us anymore. You made it clear what you wanted five months ago, and it wasn't me. So, why are you here?" Her voice shook as she spoke, but she spoke with intention.

Shuri's chin raised and her eyebrow quipped. "I had a revelation. You didn't deserve what I put you through, and I'm aware of that. So, simply here to take accountability. That's it."

It was Kalila's turn to raise her eyebrow. It seemed too good to be true. Shuri sighed deeply and turned to face Kalila, whose distrust was written on her face.

"Do you trust me?" Shuri asked. Kalila's response was delayed. Did she? To protect her life, sure. But to protect and honor her emotions, her mental wellbeing, her heart? No, no she didn't.

"In some ways, yes. In others, no. And that's not my fault. It's yours/"

Ouch. Shuri nodded once. "Okay. Let me make it up to you." Those words were dangerous. They were the entryway back into the world of Shuri Udaku, and she wondered if she'd be able to take it.

Kalila spent time contemplating, and it did not go unseen by Shuri. So, the Queen asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

"How I don't want to be hurt by you again."

"I love you too much to hurt you again."

"That's what you said last time."

Silence.

"Let me prove it to you, yeah?" Her slender fingers danced across the roundness of Kalila's face. Fingertips grazed her lips until they fell down her neck. She gave it a soft squeeze. Kalila's eyes fluttered and she leaned into Shrui's body. Shuri took it as an opportunity to graze her lips over Kalila's, whose fell slack and a quiet whimper fell from them. Exactly where she wanted her.

Soon, clothes decorated the floor and their songs of pleasure were on repeat. High and low shifts in pitch and octave. Whistle register with voice cracks when it became too much. Sweaty bodies slipped and slid against one another. A glorious event.

"I love you," the Queen whispered breathlessly in Kalila's ear as she brought her to the edge. "I love you, I love you...it's just us. Always."

If only she stayed true to her word. Kalila woke up by herself. Every remainder of Shuri was eradicated. The only trace of her was the scent of her perfume; strong and dominant, just like her.

Her phone buzzed against the coffee table.

S. Udaku. I'll see you soon.

She knew what that meant. She'd return when she felt like it. That could be days or weeks. Kalila's eyes welled with tears. Another 40 days and 40 nights were wasted, just to start the process all over again.

[bluemusickid]

In the end, it's you and I

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.

A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.

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"Shh."

It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.

Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.

"Shh."

That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."

You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.

"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.

In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.

"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.

His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.

You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.

Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.

"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.

You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.

"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."

Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.

You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."

A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.

Oh gosh. I wrote this in a day, flat. Never have I written this fast, and I have Ali to thank for that. Hope y'all like this!! 💕😘

[deexchanel]

BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

[lady-phasma]

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[unique-high]

Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

[mrs-lockley]

Once Upon a December

Pairing: Hades & Persephone AU, Miguel O’Hara x WOC!Reader (no use of Y/N) Word Count: 4.5k  Warnings: Arranged marriage, implied age gap (reader is a couple centuries old and of age), mention of death and a child death/funeral (no actual death graphically described or specified), dark imagery of the Underworld, use and mentions of Greek mythology, conflicted feelings, magical realism, no time period specified Summary: In the early decades of your marriage to the god of the Underworld, you resented him for abruptly ending your maidenhood. As the decades go by, you learn that there is more to the man who rules the dead than you realize. One day, your husband takes you to Tartarus, the depths of the Underworld, to suggest a proposition.

Author's Note: Hi my little doves, I'm semi-back with a new fic! To be honest, this fic has been in my draft for 3 years (date of origin: 12/30/2020) with First Order!Poe originally, but I thought Miguel suited Hades much better. I have a few fics in my wips and it's honestly like Russian Roulette because i did not expect to complete a Miguel fic before a Jake fic, lol. Special thanks to @soft-girl-musings and @v4mpires0ap for supporting me in completing this and giving me feedback! This fic was also deeply inspired by this comic illustrated by @katadesmoi, another take on the Hades & Persephone myth. If you like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest listening to this Once Upon a December playlist on Youtube. Happy reading! Likes are appreciated, but reblogs make my heart go warm 🤍

Tagging: @soft-girl-musings @v4mpires0ap @venting402 @musing-magpie @writefightandflightclub but only if you would like to read it!

You have seen this place before. The place where the stars fall to the earth, where the roots meet the soil, where the ocean meets the shore. 

Where the dead meet the living, where the living meet the dead. 

Your reflection mirrors you in the sky as you look up to the clouds with the whispering images of Earth shining down on you. On Earth, the clouds weep at the loss of the sun, but other clouds have gone soft with crystals catching the last kiss of sunlight before nightfall. Other places show the yellow sun shining over glistening forests and beaches, and some a starlight projection over snowfall. 

A snowflake flutters from the sky, and you stretch your palm to watch it melt on your skin. 

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper.

Underneath the moonlight, the trace of a smile tugs at your husband’s lips. He moves to stand beside you and the two of you gaze at the glassy sky above. 

Miguel keeps his distance, a shadow’s length between the two of you. 

For a brief moment, a sparkling ember is reflected in those brown eyes, only to quickly disappear within a blink and a slight shake of his head. 

Your husband was not malevolent, nor was he benevolent. Miguel was a man whose moral conviction strongly aligned with the laws of nature, life, and death. He takes no sides, but only stands in the middle, seeing nothing but carnage to his right and hearing the wailing of tears to his left. 

You met him once before your arranged marriage. You and your mother were at a banquet one evening, your first banquet after the war when he caught your eye. Standing at the side of the hall with a glass of red wine in his hands, everyone fell into a hushed whisper. It was rare to see the god of the dead at a gathering like this, especially since the collapse of a universe. 

As your mother mingled with one of her sisters, your curious eyes drifted into his orbit. It was as if the darkness of the Underworld followed him into the light, but you were entranced by the shadows that caressed the contours of his face. Centuries of carnage and war clouded his eyes a deep brown, but in the dim candlelight, you could see that in spite of witnessing the heaviness of humanity, there were traces of his youth in smile.

A pair of older women passed you, whispering quietly about him. 

The wine looks too much like blood in his hands, one of them remarked with disdain. 

But not to you.

It was difficult to not notice him with his imposing height and stature. Even as he stood to the side and in the shadows of the banquet hall, the wine in his hands reminded you of the deep crimson of a pomegranate, waiting for you to cut it open so you could taste its juices. 

Smoothing your hair, you quickly averted your gaze and distracted yourself by listening to your mother discuss the upcoming spring harvest. You smiled at your aunt as she pitched in, acknowledging how the winter rain would help water the crops and contribute to a bountiful spring for the mortal universe. 

But as the conversation continued, your skin prickled. It was as if something was burning you, a small flame lit on your skin and was rapidly growing into a thunderous wildfire that consumed everything in its wake.

You tried to ignore the sensation as you listened to your mother and your aunt's plan for the harvest, but the longer you ignored it, the hotter the fire burned your skin. It was as if you were thrown into a wildfire with the smoke filling your lungs, traveling to your throat, and threatening to spill from your mouth. Their voices began to fade into the distance as the roar of your heartbeat thundered in your ears. 

Unable to ignore the feeling any longer, you began to look around to find the cause of your discomfort. 

Your innocent eyes met his, and you could barely breathe. 

His brown eyes darkened into what you would believe to be the darkness of the Underworld. It was as if he was pulling you into its depths– not seducing you into temptation– but revealing all of your secrets into the light. 

All you could feel was the blood rushing to your face as he looked at you. You could not read the expression on his face as his eyes drank you in, but you could not tear yourself away. You were caught in his snare. 

But as your eyes met, you saw something else. As he was reading you, you were reading him, trying to translate the pages of a book that was presented to you in an ancient language you discovered for the first time. The introduction was breathtaking, but the first chapter was consuming and inviting. 

His eyes only left yours when you saw your father call and approach him. As he looked away, you too turned your eyes back to your mother and her sister. You could not hear what your father and Miguel were discussing behind you and your mother’s back, but you would soon learn that the god of the dead was blessed by your father for your hand in marriage. 

There was no warning. One day, you were laying under the sun in the springfields with flowers in your hair, singing a love song from days of old. The next day, you were escorted to the world below you, climbing your way through its webs to become queen of the dark kingdom to your betrothed. 

“I know you have assumptions about me.” Miguel’s voice is quiet as he speaks, barely above a whisper in the snowfall. “I cannot change them or how you feel, nor do I intend on changing your mind, but …” 

His words trail off, his voice fading into the distant sound of the winter winds howling in the cavern. 

Looking back up at the dome above you, you catch his reflection. A shadow crosses his stern face, its fingers stretching across his tan skin. In the dim moonlight, you could almost catch streaks of silver in his dark waves. The centuries have taken a toll on him, and while you were a couple hundred years younger than him, you, too, felt the heaviness in your chest. 

“I’ve heard stories,” you tell him quietly.

His eyes remain on the sky above with an unreadable expression. The only sound between you is the silent snowfall and the white clouds that puff around your lips with each breath you take. 

“Do you believe them?”

His question catches you by surprise. Your eyes widen, your breath stuttering in your throat as you think about how to answer him. 

Your husband turns to you then, a stormy look on his face as he looks at you. 

You remembered the stories and cautionary tales your mother told you about him. While you were tending the rose garden one day, your mother shared with you the stories she heard from the other gods after attending a banquet. 

He was the reason one of the universes collapsed. He meddled into the mortal realm when he should have stayed where he belonged- in the depths and shadows of the dead. 

He chased a young boy to the edges of the Underworld, all because the poor boy wanted to save his father from dying. Imagine how cruel a man could be to stop a boy from saving his father.

That man shows no mercy or remorse for the dearly departed. He only sits on his throne as he listens to their tears of sadness and cries of anguish. He would not even show mercy to a mortal man who ventured into the Underworld to bring his lover back to life– instead, granting an impossible task that doomed the poor man from the start.

Decades ago, you might have believed the whispers of the gods, goddesses, and other celestial beings as they spoke about him behind his back. For the first few decades of your marriage, you resented him for taking you away from your mother and the mortal realm. He stole you away from the sun with just a simple blessing from your father, and he had not even spoken a single word to you before making you his bride and queen. 

What he did not know was that once, you ran away. 

As Miguel was in the heart of the Underworld, you briefly escaped its darkness. It was winter in the land of the living, and somehow, you managed to sneak past the hounds, the souls, and the suspecting ferryman who stood at the crossroads between realms. 

(Whether he knew your plan of escape or not, he did not say. The ferryman merely watched with unknowing eyes as you slipped past him.)

Your lungs ached as you climbed your way out from underground. Soil crusted beneath your fingernails, your skin covered in earth when the light of the winter sun nearly burned your eyes upon your ascent. 

You did not know how long you wandered, but you walked until the soles of your feet burned crimson. The skies darkened into icy shades of gray and white before weeping for the loss of the sun and your fingertips mirrored the color of your feet. 

Day turned to night, and before long, you stumbled upon an evening wake. 

Outside the church, the deceased’s family mingled in the winter night. Their eyes burned with tears as their voices trembled with each word spoken. Loved ones gathered around them to offer their condolences while the children sat outside on the steps, playing with makeshift paper dolls and animals to pass the time. 

You wondered if anyone saw you, but the thought of someone recognizing you never crossed your mind. While your mother advised you to stay out of mortal affairs, there was something pulling you towards the coffin, urging you to stay. 

It did not take long for your heart to break. 

Tears pricked your eyes as you gazed at the little girl laying inside the wooden box. You remembered her youthful spirit and jovial smile as she would sit under your favorite tree, weaving flower crowns and sharing fruit with some of the wildlife that dwelled in the forest. The nymphs and dryads spoke fondly of her whenever she visited the lake, and a few times, you remembered picking up the blooming flowers that she left behind as an offering.

Overcome with grief, you placed your hand over hers, whispering words of assurance and comfort to her. Her skin was cold to touch, but you did not shy away as you left behind a small white lily in her embrace.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, you immediately stepped aside. You assumed the man who approached the coffin to be her father as you watched him place the coins over her eyes, whispering to his daughter in their native tongue with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

Your heart ached for the girl and her family as you watched them gather around her coffin. No one noticed you while you walked away, following the fallen petals of dried flowers to guide you back to the world below. 

It was as if nothing changed since your brief departure. The ferryman merely watched you with apathetic eyes when you returned, his boat filled with souls as he carried them over the Styx. 

You did not meet with Miguel that day, but as you wandered the Isles of the Blessed, you heard a familiar voice ring in the air. 

Not wanting to be seen or scolded for wandering off, you quickly hid behind a tree. Peeking from behind the trunk, your heart warmed to see that same little girl playing in the field with a man holding her hand. 

Miguel. 

You watched as he knelt down to her height, a gentle look on his face as he held her hands. You could not hear what they were saying, but from the smile on her face, you knew that he was nothing but kind and gentle with her as she adjusted to her new life in Elysium. 

“What is your name, little one?”

“Gabriella.”

“Gabriella,” your husband repeated as he brushed her hair out of her eyes. His fingers paused over the lily tucked behind her ear. “This is a beautiful flower you have in your hair.”

She smiled as she removed it from her ear and offered it to him. 

“I had it with me when the ferryman took me here. I don’t remember how I got it, but he told me to keep it.”

You held your breath as Miguel held the lily in his hand. It was not unusual for flowers to spring wherever you went, and you wondered if he knew that you snuck into the mortal realm under his watch. 

To your surprise, he smiled at her as he tucked the lily back in her hair. 

“He was right. You should keep it.”

You have not seen Gabriella since that day, but you never forgot her. Whenever you walked near the Isles of the Blessed, you could hear her laugh in the wind with the river twinkling in the shape of her smile. 

His question hangs frozen mid-air as the snow crystallizes around you. 

Did you believe the horrid tales, after what you have seen?

His eyes search yours as the two of you stand under the shadow of the earth, its roots tangling around you. 

Of all the myths and legends you heard about Miguel, it would be easy to sway you into believing he was an apathetic man who ruled the land of the dead. He stole you away from spring, but in the decades that followed since your marriage, you realized that not once did he ever try to hold you back. There were countless times you snuck away into the mortal realm, and every time he could have held you back or ordered the hounds to follow you. Yet, he never did.

Perhaps you have judged him too harshly before learning about the man beneath the mask. While a part of you still resented him for the marriage, you could not bring yourself to truly hate him. 

“I would have,” you answer him quietly, “once upon a December.” 

The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, amusement briefly flickering across his eyes as the ghost of a smile tickles his lips. 

In the mirror above, snow continues to fall like kisses from the earth. Its kisses leave droplets on your skin, but as you turn to your husband, you could count the snowflakes like stars in the night sky as they melt into his dark hair and brown skin. 

It was one of those rare moments where there was nothing and no one else in the world but the two of you. While Miguel was known to mortals under a different name and had a duty to follow in his realm, he gave you freedom to roam his world as you pleased without fear. You were his queen, and he treated you as such in his own quiet way. 

While he kept you at arm’s length, you were no fool.

“Why did you bring me here?”

The cavern almost seemed to engulf him as the moonlight shined upon him. Whispers of snow glistened in his hair, and the perpetual scowl on his lips appeared to soften the longer he gazed at the sky. 

He pauses, calculating his words. 

“Long before the mortals named me, I stumbled upon this place by chance. It is safe to presume that the deepest depths of the Underworld to be a frightening place of terror and grief, but it is more than what the legends say.”

Miguel takes a step forward until he is directly underneath the center of the mirror. Behind him, the outlines of a tree stretched its branches around him with its root tangling your shadow with his. 

The wind continues to howl like a wounded wolf in the dead of night. While the mortals would call this place Tartarus, it was not what you imagined. 

A deep ache settles in your chest, its roots ensnaring the heart in your ribs as the winter breeze fills your lungs with sharp knives of ice. 

“Only once in a blue moon could I walk into the world above, but here … it is the only way I could see the mortal realm without leaving mine behind.”

His eyes seem to mist in the moonlight, and your heart softens. The fortress of the castle he built around him begins to crumble, and for the first time, you see the lone king that resides within the darkness of its walls. 

The longing of the sun, the yearning for something warm, for someone to hold. 

As you look up at the mirror, you remember a time when you wandered the meadow in your youth and stumbled upon a stream where the carrion birds often flocked to. The nymphs, dryads, and your overbearing mother advised you to never venture near the river, but your youthful curiosity overcame you against their best wishes. 

The birds followed your movements as you stepped towards the river. Dark clouds gathered in the sky above with thunder rumbling in the distance, but you remained steadfast. White peace lilies and roses bloomed underneath your feet as you fell to your knees to peer into the murky waters beneath. 

Darkness swirled around your reflection as you gazed at the water below. The longer you looked, the more confused you were as you tried to decipher what lurked underneath the surface. What could cause the dryads and nymphs to urge you to stay away from this place? What worried your mother that you found a secret beneath?

You never told them about the river, nor did you ever return since that day, but as you look up at the familiar mirror above you, you wonder if the forbidden river drifted into the Styx. Perhaps the carrion birds were the ones who guarded the river in the mortal realm.

Perhaps as you wondered and peered into the dark waters, another face watched you from below.

His voice pulls you out of your thoughts, urging you to look at him.

“I know a part of you must resent me for taking you away from your mother — and I do not blame you for it — but this…” He gestures to the mirror above, a soft expression relaxing the curves  of his face, “is the only way we could see into the mortal universe. If I could bring a piece of the mortal world to you, it is the least I can do.”

Snow continues to fall with the winter winds howling around the two of you, causing a small flurry of snow to surround your two bodies. Frost begins to crystallize at your feet, indicating the official arrival of winter in the world above.

Your husband illuminates in the moonlight, a serene glow casted across his frame as he keeps his gaze on the sky. The corners of his lips curve into a lazy smile, and you could not help but think back to all the legends and myths you were taught about him, and the river that your mother warned you to stay away from. 

If this was the face that watched you from below, how could you despise him for bringing a piece of your world back to you, especially when he was not welcome in the light? 

“It is the winter solstice in the mortal world,” you tell him softly. The sky darkens above you, but you do not feel the cold as much anymore, not with the snowdrops beginning to surface from the frost. “The shortest day and the longest night of the year.”

You wonder what flowers would bloom in the spheres of the universe, what sky and stars the mortals see as they bask in the moonlight. While your marriage to the god of the Underworld dictated the seasons above, you lived long enough to know that the worlds above adjusted to your absence or presence in their own ways. 

The first winter you spent in the Underworld, you were inconsolable. While Miguel tried to comfort you, you were distraught, crying tears of anguish into your pillow as the darkness surrounded you. For the first time, no flowers bloomed where you stepped or where you lay.  Instead, only roseless thorns and weeds gathered where you walked, and in the world above, it was the worst harvest the mortals have seen in decades. 

While your parents argued with your husband about the conditions and length of your stay, you blocked out their voices. The only sounds you heard were your cracks splintering through your heart as you mourned the warmth of the sun and the endless blue sky. As much as Miguel tried to coax you out of your chambers and into the dark gardens of his kingdom, you planted your roots into the ground, refusing to be anywhere near him. 

Only for the winter, your father proposed. Your mother wept by his side, but your husband nodded in agreement, sealing your fate as swiftly as the seasons changed. 

It took some time, but throughout the first few years of your marriage, you began to be civil with Miguel. Much like him, you kept him at arm’s length, watching him and trying to understand what kind of king he was to his subjects in the world below. While you heard the whispering lore and legends of him in your ears, you soon learned that he was not everything that the people believed him to be.

A cloud storms in his brown irises as he looks over at you, his brow slightly furrowed. “If I may ask, are you happy here?”

A bitter laugh threatens to spill from your lips, but you quickly bite your tongue.

It has been decades since you were taken to rule the world below. While you may not have lived long enough to control your godly emotions, you still felt an aching pain and loss as you grieved leaving your home. 

“I did not have a choice in becoming your bride,” you answer, your voice laden with sadness and despair. “What say do I have as your wife?”

You were a younger goddess who lived only a couple centuries, but you had yet to learn the complexities of the universe. You still needed to experience the worlds around you, both above and below, but your maidenhood was cut short by the man your father arranged to be your husband. 

Even with the decades behind you, time had yet to fully heal the part of your heart that grieved for your maidenhood. You were conflicted in your grief and loss when Miguel had been cordial and respectful, in his own sentimental way. A part of you may resent him, but you still did not completely understand the feelings you held towards him. 

His brown eyes soften at your words, his lips slightly parted as white cotton clouds flutter in the air from his breath. 

“You are not a prisoner here,” he assures you gently, approaching you as if you were a skittish deer in the woods. “I am truly sorry for the pain I brought upon you.”

You look up at him slowly, seeing nothing but remorse in his gaze. You wonder if he would ask for your forgiveness, but it was too late for that. It has been half a century since your marriage, and the world already recorded the event in the stars and the sky. 

Miguel was a man of many things, but you know in his eyes, he is lawful. With the living and the dead, he merely rules over the departed to balance the universes. He only follows the rules of nature, but in godly matters, he follows the customs and traditions. A marriage only needs a father’s blessing for his daughter to be wedded without the husband needing to court or ask the bride. He broke no laws, but he did not fully understand the depths of your grief.

His voice is gentle as the winds quiet around him.

“I know it will take time for you to fully accept me as your husband, but I am a patient man. All I ask and plead is for you to give me a chance.”

The winter winds pull the air out of your lungs as Miguel turns with his hand outstretched towards you.

As you grieved the sudden end of your maidenhood, you reflect on everything you have seen. The gods and goddesses may indulge in heresy and scandals whenever they pleased, but from what you learned from their whispers, some of their stories did not reflect what you have seen. 

The god of the dead was not cruel, nor was he kind. He often deals in absolutes and ultimatums, with the universes remaining in balance as he ruled over his domain. 

Even so, you remember Gabriella’s smile as he held her hand in Elysium. A child taken too soon, but found comfort in the man who guided her to the Isles of the Blessed. 

Perhaps he was kinder than you believed.

Snow gathers in his palm as he holds his hand towards you. It would be easier for you to turn away and loathe him for the rest of your days, but something stirs in your heart. 

Darkness may have taken its hold over the mortal realm, but it has not fully consumed yours. 

Your fate is already written in the stars, your marriage bound in a godly affair. While you are still a younger goddess in a single web of the universe, perhaps it would do you no harm to trim the thorns that protected you and allow a rose to bloom. 

Slowly, you take his hand, his skin oddly warm against yours.

Your husband smiles gently at you and raises your hand to his lips. 

“I promise to love and care for you,” he whispers, “as long as you are by my side.”

Snowdrops and hydrangeas begin to bloom from the frost that dusted the ground beneath you, tangling with the roots of the tree as you walk beside him, allowing him to guide you away from the moonlight and towards the river from where you came. 

A comfortable silence falls upon you as Miguel rows the boat along the Styx, the water calm and quiet on the journey away from the darkness. The winter winds begin to fade into a distant echo, and as much as you wish to turn back to gaze at the world above one more time, you keep your eyes forward.

The winter solstice may have begun in the mortal realm, but the spring solstice has begun to blossom in the world below. 

And in the depths of the Underworld, the tree that holds the mirror above sprouts a single crimson fruit, a small pomegranate in the start of spring.

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DD part 6

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home... plot inspired by the original comic.

Commissioned art by ejpuki on Instagram

Part 1 (contains link to all prior chapters)

Word count: 2k

@mysteris-things @averagefloydlover @roserfz27

@latenightcravingz

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, LITTLE ANGST, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, NO MAJOR SMUT YET, JUST SEXUAL TENSION AND MAKING OUT, age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is 34)

A/N: Sorry y'all, I need to drag this out just a tiny bit so I can make this series at least 10 parts, otherwise I feel like I didn't meet my mission of making a full length series fanfic. I also tried a little harder with the Spanish. (Being a woc but being monolingual is so fkn embarrassing LMAO 😭) If I messed up, Spanish Speakers please call me out. 🙏🏽

Hope you enjoy! 🖤 Thank you for all the support, means so much.

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The snow starts to dust your shoulders as you and Miguel just stay on top of the J condominium building in Brooklyn, kissing.

You've been at it for a few minutes now, the kisses growing deeper and more hungry. The frosty bite of the December air seemingly kept at bay outside of the steamy bubble you two were creating. You both have now transitioned so he's sitting on the ground and you're in his lap with your legs crossed around his lean waist.

He's running his hands all over your back until they come to rest on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh through your leggings which makes you gasp into his mouth. You can feel him smile in response as he continues to move against you, slipping his tongue over your lips and back into your mouth. You jerk suddenly when you feel the tiniest prick on your lip, realizing he nipped you with one of his new fangs.

His eyes widen in alarm. "¡Lo siento!...¿estás bien?" (I'm sorry! Are you okay?)

You nod, a little bit shocked as you bring a hand to your lip, a small dot of blood caught on the plump part of your bottom lip.

"I got a little carried away." Miguel admits bashfully, running the tip of his knuckle gently across your chin, giving your booty a love squeeze with his free hand.

You give him a little smile and tickle the nape of his neck with your fingertips. "It's okay, I kind of liked it," you assure him.

He smiles at you and notices you've begun to shiver. "Let's go home?"

A warm feeling washes over you when he refers to your apartment as home, as though it's his too. "That sounds great. This cold is something else."

"Yeah, I can tell it's starting to get to you." Miguel answers, scooping you up, noting how adorable you look, shivering in his bulky arms. "It's probably going to be a cold ride home. Just hang in there and I'll get us back as fast as I can." Miguel reaches around and pulls your hood over your head, tucking in your hair and sealing it with a kiss on your forehead. "Hold on tight," he reminds you again with a whisper.

Your breath hitches in your throat once more as the quiet outlines of buildings zoom past your vision, the frigid air harsh and relentless as it brutalizes your face. The only things you can focus on is your death grip around Miguel's torso, and the bitter cold. The sky is completely dark now, save it for the persistent city lights below. You turn your head a little, daring to look in front at what Miguel's focusing on.

buzz thwap, release, buzz, thwap, release.

The rhythmic motions of the way he's casting and swinging from the red webs is mesmerizing, other worldly. You can't help but marvel at his power.

His eyes are full of concentration, aiming expertly. Incredibly skillful already at his powers he acquired just less than 24 hours ago. You turn your face back into its resting spot in the crook of his neck and squeeze your thighs a little tighter around him for safety, to which he grins fondly.

Finally, you two reach your apartment. He lands gently on your small balcony and you let go of him, landing back on solid ground with a small thud. You smile at him. "Thanks, babe. That was absolutely incredible."

"No, thank you for letting me take you into my new world for a bit. It's good practice for me to get a hang of things. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He squeezes your hand as he opens the sliding door into your apartment, letting you go inside first.

You sigh as the warm air of your apartment welcomes you. A cozy feeling rises in your belly when you realize you and Miguel have all night together. But, you panic slightly as you realize that you hadn't exactly prepared yourself for any spicy time, as you were not expecting him to come knocking at your door after ghosting you on your second date, covered in blood with new fangs, talons, and eye color to match.

"¿Te sientes cansado, cariño?" He asks warmly, pulling you closer to him. (You feeling tired, dear?)

You look sheepishly up at him. "Not really...but I could use a little time to freshen up, if that's okay with you?"

Miguel runs his hands along your belly, causing you to squirm a little. "Of course that's okay, take your time."

You stand on your tiptoes and give him a small peck. "Make yourself comfy. You can find a movie for us to watch in the meantime."

Miguel smiles. "Yes ma'am." He takes his shoes off and walks over to your couch, splaying himself out and stretching with a small grunt, the bottom of his hoodie receding up over his toned stomach ever so slightly.

You feel butterflies as you admire how handsome he looks relaxed in your space like that. Then you snap out of it and bolt for your shower. As you let the warm water run down your back you feel tingles of excitement and arousal, imagining him in there with you.

When you've washed your entire body, you get out, the air in your bathroom chilly on your wet skin. You dry off and waddle into your bedroom, frantically searching for a matching pair of bra and panties but you find none and curse when you realize you forgot to do the laundry. You sigh and settle on a pair of plain black panties and no bra, figuring there's a possibility they might come off anyway.

You brush your teeth and throw on a crew neck sweatshirt, some booty shorts, and some fuzzy socks, messing with your hair in the mirror one more time as you make your grand entrance into your living room carrying a blanket.

Miguel sits up a little as you walk in, his eyes taking in the thickness in your legs, your ass, hips. The way your hair and bare face cast a simple glow around you. You look absolutely divine in your element. The faint smell of your soap emits a sweet flavor off your skin.

He scoots over and drapes an arm around you and scoops your legs into his lap, stroking the skin around your knees absentmindedly as your movie begins. Hunger Games starts, and every now and then Miguel asks a clarifying question which you answer patiently, admiring that he's getting immersed in the plot.

"Making a bunch of kids fight to the death for entertainment? Heh...that's uh. That's kinda fucked up."

You give a little snort. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, babe."

As the romantic tension between Peeta and Katniss builds, it does between you two as well. Your eyes start to droop quite a bit. It's well past midnight at this point, approaching 1 am? You're not sure. But you are feeling more daring as you feel the desire start to overwhelm you.

Your fingers move to his ear, lightly tracing the outer part, and then moving down to carefully massage his lobe. His eyes close at the sensation, warmth starting to pool in his body at your touch. You feel your heart speed up a little, you're starting to steer this night to where you want it to go. He turns his head to you, a sneaky smile starting to spread across his pretty face.

"¿Qué haces?" (What are you doing) He says in his rich voice, the silky drip of seduction lining his question ever so subtly.

You give him an innocent closed lip smile. "Just looking at you..." Your finger moves to trace his neck, your knuckle curling around the collar of his hoodie, tugging it down to get better access. Miguel inhales slowly, trapped in the spell you didn't know you were casting.

"Allow me to let you get a closer look..." he breathes softly.

His eyes stay locked on you and before you know it, those alluring full lips of his are pressing against yours again. You let out a soft moan in surrender as you feel him getting up, overpowering you as he lays you backwards on the couch and allows his hands to slip under the back of your sweatshirt.

Your back arches on instinct which drives him crazy. He kisses you harder, slipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning into you, aching for this to be the night that you two christen your love with a heated first fuck.

A sharp sting jolts into your ribs, leaving your eyes watering in pain as you gasp. Miguel stops abruptly and looks down at you with worry, and then realizes his passion has caused his talons to spring outward and into both sides of your torso, just midway around your ribs. He pulls his hands back from you in horror.

"Shit, shit shit.....I'm so fucking sorry...are you okay baby? Shit... Hold on!"

He sprints to your bathroom and gets the first aid kit you used on him earlier. You try to shake off the pain that's still ringing on both sides of your ribs with a wave of your hand, but the salty tears gathering behind your eyes starts to run down your cheeks as you suck in air between your teeth.

Miguel comes back, gently applying a gauze pad to the two tiny puncture marks on both sides to stop the bleeding. He blinks furiously, breathing heavily as he mutters quiet reassurances and apologies to you.

Once you're putting some bandaids on the cuts at your urging, he runs a hand through his hair, blowing out air from his cheeks as he looks off, the Adam's apple in his neck bobbing with a lump in his throat. He tenses his jaw and closes his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

Now, he can't even express his love to you without fear of hurting you. Tyler and Aaron. Sons of bitches. Not only robbing him of his brown eyes that connected him to his family, but now his ability to love you too. A starved man forced to sit at a table and gaze at a feast he could not devour. Your body a delicate vase in his hands he threatened to shatter. A tiny shudder of a flame he ignited with a match, only for the dark, contemptible winds of the night to blow it all away. The emptiness of the shadows consuming his soul, extinguishing all light within it and driving a stake through his heart once more.

He balled his hands into fists and leaned into you, this giant of a man becoming small in your arms. "I'm so sorry baby...estoy un monstruo." his voice cracked with grief. (I'm a monster)

"Don't say that." You say sternly. "They did this to you. It's not your fault. I don't care what you look like. I don't even care if you'd hurt me..."

He brings his face slowly up to yours, and your heart breaks at the small tears that trickled down his cheeks. You lean in, cleaning them away with gentle kisses, dragging your lips down the side of his thick neck.

A low rumble appears in his throat and he closes his eyes and sighs, his heart coming back to life slowly, swelling with love for you and brings a hand to the back of your neck.

"Baby..." he groans, slowly unraveling underneath the trail of your lips.

"Hmmm?" you respond innocently, still focused on kissing every square inch of skin around his neck.

"We don't have to do this..." his voice shudders. The way you're kissing his neck is bringing him closer to just dragging you to your bedroom down the hall.

"Please...I want to...." you moan into his skin.

His voice shudders again, he grits his teeth as he feels himself rising in his pants, pleasure smoldering throughout his body. "I might hurt you again..."

"You won't," you whisper earnestly. "You won't hurt me," you repeat firmly. You turn to the first aid kit and get out a couple bandaids and wrap them around the tops of his fingers, retracting and pushing the talons down a bit, cushioning the sharp edges from the outside as a protective sheath.

Miguel raises his brows then smiles at your ingenious. "Que inteligente tú eres," he compliments you softly. (How smart you are)

You smile, lean in and plant a tender kiss on his lips as a thank you. He groans and runs both of his hands through your hair, picking you up, eager to return the favor to you in the form of taking his time on you for the rest of the night.

You wrap your legs around him instinctively and he continues to kiss you passionately as he carefully carries you down the hall into your bedroom, a whispery moan escaping his lips.

🖤

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Part 7

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday

Summary: The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Blowjob, handjob, facefucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, cum swallowing)

It was quite rare for Elijah to get a full night's rest. The constant threats to his family's well-being and the constant eye on Klaus' whereabouts and the things he was doing tended to prevent Elijah from getting his proper rest and relaxation, but today and tonight was different. All day long, his siblings weren't as chaotic as usual, even Klaus didn't bother him much. He found it strange at the time, but decided to enjoy it while it last. And now, he laid in his bed, enjoying a dreamless sleep that was rare for him to come by.

My god, he thought, his eyes still closed. Suddenly during his dreamless sleep, a strange, but amazing sensation was beginning in his stomach and was slowly moving downward. It felt like light kisses was being laid upon his stomach. He wanted to open his eyes to see what it was, but found that he was too tired to even attempt.

"Mmm," he whimpered, furrowing his brows. When the kisses started going near his waist, the sensation slightly changed from light kisses to something wet running across his skin. "Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his crotch up tiredly at whoever was doing this.

He felt a hand gently press his hips down, before feeling another begin working his sleeping pants down off his hips. He could feel the chill of the air hit his semi-hard member, and the chill made it twitch.

"So big," he heard a voice whisper.

"Oh," he moaned lowly, feeling a soft hand take hold of him. Before he could try to figure out who the voice belonged to, he felt a sudden warm wetness run across the underside of himself, making him harder.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"You like that, Elijah," the voice asked. "You like me tasting your dick?"

"Y-Yes," he moaned, struggling to think clearly.

"Good," the voice replied.

The wetness continued to run along his length, all the way to the tip, and when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a another hand softly grasp one of his balls and gently rolled it in their palm.

The sensation was too great and finally with a loud moan, he forced his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw that his shirt was pushed up to his chest and like he thought, his sleeping pants was low on his hips, almost to his knees.

"Oh dear," he exhaled as he laid his eyes upon you, his precious love, licking the tip of his member and rubbing his balls in your hand. "(Y/N), what-?"

Before he could continue his question, you slipped more of his member into your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue made you moan around him.

"Oh, please," Elijah whimpered, thrusting himself more into your mouth and sliding into your throat.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again, making him throw his head back against his pillow.

"(Y/N)," he repeated your name, his voice weak and broken.

"What you want, baby," you asked, slowly sliding your mouth off of him and wrapping your other hand around the lower part of his member, your grip firm, but not too firm, just how he liked it. "Tell me what you want."

You put your mouth back on him and began to slowly slid him back into your mouth, his tip going down your throat. When you couldn't fit anymore of him in your mouth, you began stroking the rest of him, and continued to fondle his balls.

"Oh, please," He whimpered again, lifting his head and looking back down to you, his eyes half open and half closed and his handsome face scrunched up in pleasure. "(Y/N), my love-" he cut himself as he let out another moan.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again before slowly pulling off of him, your mouth now wet with your saliva. "What you want, baby? I wanna know." You let go of his balls and used that hand to stroke the upper half of him, while the other one continued to stroke the lower half, your left over saliva helping you stroke him better. "You want me to keep jerking you off like this?"

"Uuh," He groaned.

His eyes began to droop more and more closed out of pleasure, but he tried to fight off the urge and keep his gaze on you. The sight of the noble, always put-together Mikaelson falling apart like this because of you made you wetter than you ever felt and you knew nothing could compare to this feeling.

As you continued to stroke him, you noticed his hips beginning to lift up every time your hands stroked up to his tip. The sight of his muscular hips thrusting up like that brought an idea to your mind and you decided to slow down your strokes, making sure he could be coherent enough to hear you.

"Elijah, honey," you said.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. The pleasure was too much for him. Instead he nodded his head at you to let you know he was listening.

"Tell me,...you wanna fuck my mouth?"

Just the question alone made the original let another moan and he quickly nodded his head at you.

He raised his hands and gently unwrapped yours from around him, and you placed them next to his thighs. Taking his member in his hand, he gave his self a few strokes, keeping his gaze on you and you could tell by the renewed look in his eyes that he would not be gentle with you.

"Come here," he said, holding his self out to you, his tip pointing straight at your mouth. Instantly you leaned forward and took him in your mouth.

"More," you heard him say, before you felt his other hand at the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down on him, his tip already hitting your throat.

"Oh yes," he exhaled, lifting his hips and thrusting more of himself into your mouth, making you gag. "Take it all," he said, pulling out for a second then thrusting back in deeply, the action making you gag again and your eyes began to slightly water.

"You're such a slut," he told you, pulling back out. "Waking me up to fuck your mouth. How pathetic." He thrusted back in roughly, making you gag a little harder than before.

"Oh was that too much, dear," he asked, chuckling, tiredly. "Too bad."

He moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek and moved his other hand to the other one, holding both sides of your face, while he was still deep down your throat.

"You ready, love," he asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him, making him moan.

"Good," he said, then pulled halfway out. You took a deep breath, already knowing what he was about to do and getting wetter at the thought of it.

He thrusted back into your mouth, going into your throat, then pulled back out and repeated.

He began to roughly fuck your mouth, each thrust making you gag and moan around his member, making him let out moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his grip on you getting tighter with each thrust. "You fucking whore. Just take it!" The speed of his thrusts suddenly increased and you could feel your saliva dripping from around the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets beneath you two.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face like this?" You could see his legs beginning to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts were becoming out of control.

"You want me to come in your mouth, slut," he asked, his voice becoming more desperate and broken with each thrust.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him again, your mouth vibrating around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as his hips suddenly had a mind of their own and began thrusting more wildly, his hands falling from your face and landing on the bed, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Shit," he grunted, he finally stopped thrusting. His head fell back on his pillow as his cum began shooting down your throat.

Even though his hands were no longer on your face, holding you, you still held him in your mouth and tried to swallow as cum as you could.

"Oh," he moaned loudly, his body now melting into the mattress as his orgasm ran through him.

Slowly sliding your mouth off of him, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend being completely relaxed, his body no longer showing any stress or frustration like usual.

"What-" he paused, trying to speak through his post-orgasm hazed mind. "What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked at you with such love and adoration that you couldn't help the fire that began to spread in your core. Ignore it, you urged yourself. Not yet.

"What did I do," he stopped again, out of breath then continued, "to deserve such a wake up call like this?"

"What did you do," you crawled up his body, laying soft kisses on his stomach on the way up and grinned as his body twitched with each kiss. "You were born."

"What," he asked, confused.

Giggling, you kissed him on the mouth, then kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."

[solitaryearthperson]

The Originals/TVD Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagine

Klaus Mikaelson 

Sunshine & Rainbows - Klaus and reader spend the mid-afternoon having a deep discussion about his family and their relationship.

I’m so lucky - The reader comes back to the compound to find an angry Klaus waiting for her.

Elijah Mikaelson

Night Talk - After another argument with his brother, Elijah takes a walk to cool off and meets a mysterious woman.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah, and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Broken Promise - The reader is in danger and Elijah has no other choice but to protect them through compulsion.

Freya Mikaelson

Your Name - At another of the Mikaelsons’ balls, Freya notices a mysterious woman and gets to know her.

Somewhere (Sequel to Your Name) - While having a drink, Freya meets the mystery woman again.

Hayley Marshall

Broken Heart - The reader and Hayley are in a relationship and she wants Hayley to choose between her and Elijah.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Series

More to come....

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Stay with me

Pairing: Clingy Boyfriend San X Black/WOC Fem reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut (Tbh it got pretty filthy)

Warnings: Clingy behavior, whining, lowkey toxic behavior, possessiveness, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be safe), anal play (tehe, I said it got filthy), creampie, saliva, Y/N is dick whipped real bad lol

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This will absolutely be getting a part two since this is not the original plot of this story lol.

Pt 2

Chapter Song Rec

You stretched out while sitting at your desk in your room, shutting your work laptop and happily jumping up from your chair. It was finally the weekend, and you were so excited, you wanted to get out the house and do something, anything! A ding was heard from your phone, and you grabbed it off of the charger on the side of your desk to see your friend group chat going off 

Erica: It's friday hoes what we doin today Katrina: idk but I'm down for whatever Erica: OMG let's go to that club down town! There was some fine ass men last time we went Meg: OOOUUU yes! The dude that just wanted to buy us drinks all night! Katrina: Now y'all know Y/N boo'd up ass ain't gone go if we lookin for dudes Meg: Is she even gone come? San be havin her locked up lmaoooo Meg: Y/N bitch wya??? Y/N:I'm here and I'm coming! Ain't nobody locked up lol Erica: I'll believe it when I see it bitch lol lets meet at my house at 10 to pregame then leave! And Y/N tell San to back the hell up off you!!!

You tossed your phone on your bed and sighed, they did have a point. Ever since you started dating San about 8 months ago your attendance for friend gatherings and outings has gotten less and less, it wasn't like you were doing it on purpose it's just that San was very adamant about spending lots of time with you. He always wanted to be with you when you two weren't working, he came over when he got off, spends the night or ask you to spend the night, takes you out all the time and even comes to pick you up just to take you back to his house that was 20 minutes away.  Though you loved your time spent together you were used to having your space, this was your first time dating a clinger and you didn't mind but maybe it was time you told him you wanted to do something else with someone else for the day.

Just as you were finishing your thought your phone rang again. You sat down on your bed and picked it up, speak of the devil.

"Hello?"

"Babyyyy"

You can already hear his whiny tone, it was cute you had to admit it, a grown man acting cutesy would usually be cringy as hell but this grown man made it work somehow?

"Yes baby? What's wrong?"

"I want to see you can I come over?"

"I'm going out tonight with my friends San."

You could hear a long groan before he continued the conversation.

"But I really miss you, I haven't seen you in forever."

"You saw me yesterday..."

"A WHOLE 24 HOURS! I'm suffocating without my baby!!"

You laughed at his dramatics.

"Fine...you can come over but you have to leave when I leave and you're not allowed to try to convince me to stay with you."

"...okay..."

"Promise me San."

He smacked his lips and groaned again; he was obviously going to try to convince you to stay with him, but he had to be good...just this once.

"I promise."

"Okay, you can come over."

You went to take a shower while San was on his way, you stepped out and put on your robe, once you walked out the bathroom your phone rang, you went to answer it already knowing who it was.

"Hey baby, let yourself in I just got out the shower."

The call ended and a few moments later you can hear the front door opening and closing while you're in your room, footsteps can be heard as San approaches.

"I'm naked still hold on."

If anything, that gave him even more reason to come in, San immediately opens the door to see you in a black pair of panties and a black crop top, his smile dropped to a face of disappointment.

"You liar you said you were naked." He said in a pouty voice.

"Sorry to disappoint, pervert." You giggled at him and sat on your bed, you picked up the lotion that you put on your bed.

"Let me do it."

"San"

"Come ooon, I already can't spend the night with you at least let me rub you down for the night."

"Fine." you flipped the lotion bottle to face him, and he came to sit next to you, he grabbed your legs and put them across his lap, your body turning to face him. He squeezed the lotion on to his hands, rubbing his hands together he started to rub it onto your thighs.

"So, what are the plans for tonight?" He asked with a smile on his face, even though San was sad that you were going out tonight he really was happiest when he was with you, even doing small task like this made his heart flutter, he really loved you.

"My friends want me to go to this club we went to a while ago, we are going to pre-game first though, they said they miss me since I don't go out much because I'm always with you."

He finished one of your thighs and moved down to your calves, he lathered you up while massaging your legs.

"Well, I could always come with." He said smiling like a cute little cat.

"No sir, no boys allowed, you would mess up the flow. Plus, all my other friends are single so it would be awkward."

He frowned at you shooting him down.

"That's not fair Y/N, it's not my fault they are all single! What if I get my friends to date them? Then we could go on group dates."

"Right, your friends that would rather play video games then see the light of day?" You said with an arched eyebrow.

He finished rubbing your legs and you walked to your drawers to look for the rest of your outfit for the night. San continued to talk about how he wished he could spend the night together and that he wasn't "technically" trying to convince you to stay with him just "Strongly suggesting" in his words. You turned on a chill RnB playlist on YouTube as you continued to get ready to drown him out. You were finishing up your make up while you were sitting at your vanity, well technically San was the one sitting on the vanities bench, he insisted that you sit on his lap while he held your waist and sadly rocked you back and forth. You finally took off your bonnet and brushed out your brown and blonde highlight wig you just installed last week; San watched you in awe.

"You're so gorgeous my love." He smiled; you could feel the love radiating off of him.

"Thank you, San." You looked in the vanity mirror slightly hunched over since San elevated you, so you were sitting a bit pass the mirrors height.

His warm and wholesome smile turned to a sneaky one as he decided to try one more thing to make you stay home. He buried his face into your neck as he sat behind you.

"You sure you don't want to stay here with me?" He said, trying to pursue you.

"Very sure." You said as you started to put away your make-up.

You could fill his plush lips start to slowly pepper kisses down your neck. At first you were just going to ignore him but then a particular linger kiss had suction to it as he started to suck your neck, you learned your head back and sighed. His hands left your waist and slid up your shirt, he started to massage your breast gently.

"Come on San I have to go, you told me you weren't going to do this tonight..."

"I'm not doing anything baby, I'm just appreciating your beautiful body and face."

You turned your face to the side that he was kissing as his lips migrated up from your neck up to your face then finally reaching your lips. The kiss was obviously not a quick appreciation kiss, so much lust as you followed his lead, his hands still on your breast as he made his way under your bra. You felt his fingers started to tweak your nipples and you moaned into the kiss, your moan was used as opportunity for San to put his tongue into your mouth, you had to stop it now or you were never going to make it out. You started to pull back from him, and he allowed you to.

"Come on pretty girl stay with me so I can give you what you really want." He said in a low raspy voice, his one soft kitten like eyes turned to lustful demon orbs, he rocked his hips forward so you could feel his semi-hard dick against your butt, your mini skirt left you bare on his laps, only your panties could protect you. You could have just said no and gotten up and left but you chose to stay silent, giving San hope that you could change your mind still. He leaned in to talk in your ear knowing that that was where you were weakest at.

"What if you stayed with me instead while I fuck your pretty pussy until you couldn't walk anymore? Or I could let you ride my face while you cum all over me."

It was like the devil himself was talking you into betraying God and eating the apple off the tree. Turning down San is the hardest thing you could do but you planned for this, you knew you were weak for him, so you texted your friend 30 minutes ago tell them to come pick you up. You were originally going to have San drop you off but the last time you did that you did make it out the apartment but 15 minutes into the drive San pulled into a Dark parking lot to fuck you in his backseat saying it was just a quickie. You ended up getting fucked so good your lace was lifted and your make up was running down your face.

"My friend is already on the way San."

Just in time your phone dinged and you picked it up thinking it was going to be your friend saving you from danger.

Meg: Hey girl, Katrina ended up needing a ride too and that's on the other side of you and she has no one else to pick her up, Imma grab her, could you ask your dude to drop you off?

You read the text in your head and so did the incubus behind you, you dropped your head in defeat as an evil grin was on his face, even had a maniacal laugh could be heard.

"Looks like she isn't, but don't worry baby I'll take you."

"Thank y-"

"But it'll cost you." San has never made you give him gas money, he thought as a man he should never have to ask you for money, plus he was paid much more then you.

"How much do you want?"

"Now, now gorgeous, you know good and well your money is no good with me, but you know what is?"

"Oh fuck."

....

You don't know how much time had passed, to be honest San was making you feel so good you didn't even know if you knew your own name or not anymore. His face was buried deep in your sopping wet pussy as his tongue explored your brown and pink folds. Your thighs sat pretty against his broad shoulders while his fingers dug you out.  Your voice was horse as he was steadily working on your third orgasm, your hands full of his black hair as you gripped it tightly, it stung but San loved it because it meant he was doing a good job. Tears started to form in your eyes as you could feel your climax approaching.

"San, I'm about to cum."

"Already? I'm not done licking up the last one, you're going to have to hold it until I'm done."

You whimpered as San continued to draw perfect 8's on your clit, His two fingers were pounding deeply inside of you as he did the "come here" motion. Your hips lifted on and off the bed, your mind was going blank.

"Please San, please let me cum"

"Almost done."

Your nails dug into his scalp, your thighs started to close around his head, his sharp eyes darted up at you, he loved watching you go crazy.

"You're so good for me, go ahead and cum my angel."

"Ooooh Fuck" was all you could say as you came undone all over his mouth and fingers. You were a sobbing mess as San slowly pulled his fingers from your leaky cunt. He sucked all your cum off of his fingers as he put your legs back on the bed and leaned back up.

"C-can we go now San, it's getting late." you said in a defeated voice as you leaned up on your elbows.

He looked at his apple watch then back at you.

"What's the rush princess? its only 9:56, you still have time, plus I already told you if you want me to take you, you have to let me make you cum 5 times, and we have 2 more times to go." He said as he got off the bed and stood at the end of it.

"San I was supposed to meet them at-" he wasn't listening anymore, he was done talking, his mind was only focused on you cumming again and again for him. San loved the way you felt around his dick, the tight wetness drove him crazy and don't get him wrong when you sucked his dick, he swore he could see the gates of heaven open, but nothing ever compared to how good he felt when he made you feel good. It was not only a sense of pride but he honestly just loved you so much that making you cum was all he needed to get off. When you first started seeing San you let him know that a man has never made you cum before and you made a bet with him that it was impossible to get you to cum. Boy did he prove you wrong, he made you squirt the first time he ever ate you out and it was history from that point onward.

He grabbed you by both your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, he didn't stop there because then he flipped you onto your stomach, San was strong because he worked out a lot so any chance he got to manhandle you, he took it. He gripped the sides of your hips as he pulled your ass in the air to connect to his crotch while your face stayed down. He didn't bother taking off your mini tennis skirt when he started to eat you out earlier since it was so short. You were arched in front of him, your pussy was bare since he ripped your panties off earlier. He stepped back a bit and stood there watching it drip and clench around nothing.

"Don't just stare at it." you said as you started to get shy.

"Why not? It's so pretty all I want to do is look at it." He said while biting his bottom lip.

You wiggled your hips a bit. "San come on you know we have to go soon, you're doing this on purpose." you said in a whiny voice.

Your whine was interrupted by a moan as he slid in his two fingers abruptly.

"So what if I am, this is my pussy to do what I want to it." he started to move his fingers faster.

"I don't even like your friends a lot because they are always trying to steal you away from me, taking you to clubs so other guys get to see you and fawn over you. I'm not there so they don't know this pretty pussy belongs to me. All they see is your sexy face and body wearing your little make up and this short ass skirt."

Sans full on possessive behavior was out, Clingy and possessive could absolutely be seen as red flags to anyone else but with San, those red flags were heart shaped. You loved how much he only wanted you for himself, but damn was in inconveniencing sometimes. He thrust his fingers deep into you at a steady pace, the over stimulation was killing you.

He continued, "If a guy walks up to you tonight and ask you for your number are you going to tell him you belong to me?"

“Yes- fuck!”

“Yes what? What are you going to say baby.” He dug his digits deep into you.

“That I belong to you.”

“Who is you? That’s not my name.” he held his fingers in you waiting for your reply.

“I belong to San Ah~ and only San.”

“Good job lovely, go ahead and cum for me.”

That was exactly what you did, it was that easy for San to make you cum, just some words and gestures. San once again pulled his fingers from your abused cunt, he brought them around to your face for you to suck your cum off them. You but both the wet fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean while he pumped them in and out of your mouth.

“Are you ready for me my love?”

You nodded as he removed his fingers from your mouth.

“I want words baby.”

“Yes San, please fuck me.”

He once again flashed that devious smile before undoing his pants and pulling out his fully erect dick, he pulled you back a bit before pumping it a few times. He lined his tip up with your entrance and you immediately started to clench it, as he slowly pushed his hot length into your wet cunt, moving slowly so you could feel every single inch he was feeding you. Sans dick was just not fair, it had a good and comfortable amount of length and width, but the best part was that his dick had a perfect curve that made him reach a spot in your pussy that most couldn’t. He had a firm grasp on both your hips to make sure you couldn’t run away from him, you fidgeted and whimpered while he stretched you out. Once he finally got all of him inside of you he held it in just so he could bask in the feeling of your hot wet walls against his raw dick, he bit him lip, closed his eyes and just held his head up to the ceiling. You started to become restless, feeling him so deep inside while he wasn’t moving made you dizzy.

“Please San, please move I need more.”

San came back to earth when he hears you begging for more and locked back in.

“Yes baby what ever you want.”

He started to rock his hips into you, you folded your arms under you and put your forehead on your forearm as you let pretty moans fall from your lips. His pace gradually sped up, his hands pulling you back to make his pelvis and your ass meet.

“Are you going to stay here with me?”

“N-No!” You replied.

He rolled his eyes and started to dig deeper into you, moving his hips even faster as your moans started to get louder.

“I said are you going to stay here with me?”

“San please.” You said in a whimpering voice.

He started to slam into you, your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, you felt your orgasm approaching. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse San placed one of his hands on top of the beginning of your ass. His thumb started to rub your asshole, it was still wet from his spit and your slick when he ate you out. The sensation of him rubbing your second hole felt amazing then he slowly slid his thumb into your tight hole, you could feel him penetrating your asshole slowly while he was still drilling his dick into your drooling cunt. This is the the kinda fucking that makes people want to kill for their partners. You moaned so loud you knew you were going to get a notice complaint, he started to move his thumb in and out your ass.

“You’re such a nasty little bitch, letting my thumb fuck your ass while your pussy takes my dick. Are you this slutty for anyone else?”

“Only you Sannie, only you!” You yelled out, unable to control the volume of your voice anymore.

“That’s right baby, you’re my little slut right?”

“Yes~ I’m your slut.” Tears started to fall from your eyes, he was fucking you dumb with both your holes being stuffed, your pussy started to rapidly clench and unclench.

“Going to cum deep in this slutty pussy and make you walk around that club leaking my cum.”

He kept pounding his hips into and the mental thread in your mind snapped as you felt his hot seed deep in your womb, you couldn’t take it anymore and came around his still leaking dick. San slowly pulled out and backed up a bit, you immediately collapsed to the side of the bed as your eyes felt heavy.

San pulled up his boxer briefs and took his pants off while he smiled at how cute you looked when your were tuckered out. You laid on the bed breathing heavily and fighting the sleep since you were determined to make it out still, he walked to the bathroom to bring back a warm towel to clean you up, he wiped you clean then went to get a different towel, this one had micellar water on it. He sat at the head of the bed and opened his arms to invite you in to be held, you gladly accepted, he held you in one arm as you closed your eyes. He carefully removed your false lashes and placed them on the night stand, the started to wipe the make up you word so hard on off, your body was to tired to even fight it anymore. Your phone rang and San grabbed it and answered it before you could.

“Hello?”

“Hello? San? Where is Y/N?”

“She’s right here.”

“Well when are you bringing her over we waiting’ on her.”

“Oh, she said she’s to tired to go, you know, work and all that.”

The line got quiet for a second before your friend spoke again.

“Boy stop holding my friend hostage.”

San laughed before he hung up. Yeah you’re never going to see your friends again.

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— liberian girl, shuri udaku

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

warning: none.

song reference: liberian girl, michael jackson. circa 1987.

note: y’all know I come out of hiding every few months. this is something slight, nothing crazy. fluff as usual.

Her skin was rich. Deep in hue and tone. Rich and warm like mahogany. The sun favored her—a child whom she shone upon. Smooth as silk, softer than Egyptian cotton.

Her scent was addicting. Attention-catching and engulfing. Even the best batch of roses couldn’t compare to the sweet scent that radiated off her. Had the love between her thighs tasted a sweet as she smelled? One could only imagine.

Deep orbs with the ability to snatch a soul. Take mine, she pleaded. Through seducing irises, it sucks into a dimension unknown. A portal of love and list energized by the thunderbolt of Jove. Remember to give thanks for such a blessing.

Her Liberian girl. So gentle and kind. She deserved the world. She’d pull it off the back of Atlas is necessary. Rotate it in away that would benefit the love of her life. Anything for her.

The gentle sigh of her lover pulled her out of orbit and back to earth. Soft hands wrapped around the shoulders of the Queen. Shuri’s head turned to glance at the woman behind her. Her warm body pressed against her back, and the silky fabric of her night slip brushed behind Shuri’s legs. Her hair was wrapped in a multicolored scarf and her face was bare.

How stunning she looked in the early morning. She was adored by her mother, the largest star, who kissed her skin until she glowed. Is this was love was? True and authentic adoration of someone other than oneself?

“I love you, my Queen.” Her voice was low against the fabric of Shrui’s shirt.

“I love you more, usana.”

“I love you more, usana.”

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Secrets and Trust

A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts

A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.

A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.

K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader

“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”

That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.

Lift me up

Hold me down

“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!” 

His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.

“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.

“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.

“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!” 

The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter. 

My heart never felt so full.

Keep me close

Safe and sound

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.

I cried for days.

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me in the warmth of your love

When you depart, keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.

It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.

“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.

“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.

“And you are sure there is no cure?”

He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.

But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.

“And you want me to keep it a secret?”

Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.

“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”

My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”

“About a year.” 

The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over. 

“I am so sorry, my brother.”

“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.

“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.

“… We only have a year?”

“Yes.”

Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me close

“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.

“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”

“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.

“Baba!” 

A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it��s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.

“Oh… T’Challa.”

Safe and sound

…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”… 

The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son. 

I know why, but… why? 

Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!

“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.

Then there’s a sound.

Fluttering.

Bird wings…           

“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”

I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?

Then he laughs.

Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.

Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”

“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.

Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.

“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.

“Again, you did nothing wrong.”

A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.

Drowning in an endless sea

Take some time and stay with me

Keep me in the strength of your arms

Keep me safe

“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”

He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.

“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”

“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”

Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)

I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”

“I have told you—”

“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.” 

My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name. 

Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.

This time he didn’t save me.

Safe and sound

… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.

There is no escaping it.

No Black Panther.

No warriors.

No winged god to take me away.

Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe. 

Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.

Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly. 

And his eyes.

Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?

My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.

… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much

And yet.

Not enough…

… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.

“You did this!”

“It could have been different.”

“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”

…

“Where are you, T’Challa?”

…

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”

“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”

“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”

Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.

“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me safe

We need light, we need love

The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood  in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.

We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.

Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.

And next to her… is him.

“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)

A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.

Then I tell her.

I tell her everything.

From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.

She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.

I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.

So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.

…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”

Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”

Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.

I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.

And yet I cannot stop.

I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.

Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.

So I cry more.

“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”

…

“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)

My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.

He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.

“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”

“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.

“—You’ll what, fishman?”

A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.

Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.

Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.

No.

It won’t ever be the same.

And it will only get harder. 

“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”

I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating. 

Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”

lift me up in your arms

“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”

The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.

(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love

Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.

And against my better judgment, I do.

(Keep me close) hold me, hold me

Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.

(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

More tears. More crying.

But this time… comfort.

(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”

I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”

I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.

A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

(Hold me down) hold me, hold me

“What?” I say breathlessly.

“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.

His name.

Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.

“I like it…”

His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.

(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

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