#we have a king sized bed! it's not like I'm trying to squeeze into a smaller space even!!

[blujayonthewing]

waoh boy I love to sleep in my bed in my bedroom with my husband and just simply not actually sleep even a little bit because my body is hurts

[show-your-fangs]

I request very politely, you better continue the camgirl story with all the smut there is or I'm suing 😫 Some proper thigh action would be nice 🤭

there's no thigh riding in this one, but it will happen i promise my darling, i owe you and i will deliver.

The Contract | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner

The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part Two

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl!Reader

Words: 5.6k

CW: 18+, mdni, nsfw.

Tags/warnings: D/s relationship, master!hotch x sub!reader, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl, good girl), (semi public) mutual masturbation, cum play, aftercare (is important istfg).

a/n: this fucking series and i...holy shit i cannot get enough of it. it's all i think about every day, i just can't stop thinking about them. my apologies to moments, it has been dethroned in my heart.

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His lips were on you just as quickly as his hands. 

It was overwhelming, your legs practically going numb as he pulled you into his room, all you could think to do was desperately try to deepen the kiss. He didn’t hold back, he couldn’t hold back, even if he wanted to, and thankfully you didn’t want that either. 

You opened your mouth for him as his hands ran down your back to grab your ass, greedy, possessive, as if it had always belonged to him. He pulled you off the ground, maneuvering your legs to wrap around his waist. You obeyed without question, your legs holding onto him tightly as your arms hooked behind his neck. 

It was a fervor of tongues clashing, teeth grazing, hands digging into soft skin. His finger nails dug harshly into your plush ass, eliciting a squeal from your throat. He groaned into the kiss in response, swiftly walking back towards the king size bed in his room and slamming you down on it. 

You moaned into his mouth, the roughness only getting you going even more. He was sure he was living a dream, his heart beating so fast it was sure to explode. He pressed his body down over yours, enveloping you whole with his weight, keeping you trapped between him and the mattress.

It wasn’t that he thought you would escape, it was more that he didn’t even want to give you the option. You ground your hips into his crotch then, desperate hands trying to rip his shirt off his back. 

He pulled back from the kiss, making sure to bite down on your bottom lip and tug as far as he was able before you tensed under him. Only then did he let go, swiftly pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the dark room. 

You were panting hard, your ears were ringing, your chest and face were most definitely flushed crimson. You could feel him press his crotch into yours, hard, stiff, warm. So warm it almost made you melt into him. 

Your hands immediately traced over his back, fingers gliding over every muscle, every ride, every dimple. His own returned to your body just as hungrily, his fingers gently tracing down your chin, your neck, your arms, your sides, before they made their home on your hips, squeezing them experimentally to gauge your reaction.

You hummed, running your own arms down his chest to pull him closer to you once more. This was everything, it was too much, having your boss so close, so warm against your core, so desperate and needy for you, just like user1102, was making your head feel dizzy with pleasure.

“Please, Master,” you whined. “I need—”

Your stomach growled loudly then, reminding you that you were actually starving.

You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted out of your mouth and into his, his own lips curling into a soft smile as he pressed them to yours one final time before he detached himself completely from your body. 

You sat yourself up, eyes watching his every move like a hawk. He turned on the light, the faint glow from the one at the entrance of his room not enough as he now needed the entire room to be bathed in it, to sober him up enough to be able to restrain himself from taking you right then and there. 

He turned to face you the second that it did, to fully take you in, to make sure that it hadn’t been a dream. You were still there, still panting softly, still looking at him with those round, expressive eyes he adored. 

“When did you figure it out?” you asked him softly, clearly eager to fill the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room. 

He walked over to the mini bar and poured a glass of water before he finally addressed you. 

“I started to suspect the day you hit your foot at the office.”

Your eyes widened immediately, your cheeks flushing in response as you remembered that you’d seen him that same night…privately. You fell back on the bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. 

“No!” you whined. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You felt him walk back over to the bed and sit on the other side, far away and yet incredibly close. 

“I wasn’t sure,” he replied, gently nudging you to look at him. 

You took a short, steadying breath before you let your hands slip away from your face, eyes finally adjusting and making out the glass of water and sandwich he’d bought for himself in his hands. 

You smiled brightly, the prospect of Hotch, of your boss, of user1102 taking care of you, made your heart flutter. You got up to your knees, carefully taking the two items before you settled criss cross on the bed in front of him. 

“What about now?” you asked him in between gulps of water, remembering all the other times he’d watched you drink it diligently after a particularly demanding scene. “What do you want now that you know?”

He took the glass back from you and placed it on the bedside table once it was empty. “Good girl,” the words spilled out of his mouth out of habit and you immediately stilled, the heat in your lower belly slowly starting to build back up.

He noticed your reaction, subtle and yet it made him feel like the most powerful person in the world. 

“We shouldn’t,” he stated as a matter of fact. “Not right now.”

Your face immediately fell into a deep pout, almost unconsciously looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. He sighed deeply, looking down to break the spell you clearly had him under, his hands clutching onto the bed covers tightly. 

“The things I want to do to you, sweet girl,” his voice was strained, hoarse, heavy on his chest. You were practically buzzing with anticipation, one second away from allowing your judgement to lapse and leap across the bed into his arms. 

But you knew he was right. You knew you shouldn’t rush into this, as much as you trusted him, as much as you knew him, as much as he made your heart practically leap out of your chest with a simple glance.

You didn’t have a lot of time, your mind already racing with excuses to give Emily if you found her still awake when you got back to the room. 

“I want,” he started, voice calm, collected, clear. “I want to be your Dom, bunny.” He watched your reaction to his words like a hawk. Your entire body tensed, all the memories of your encounters over the past few months crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Only you weren’t drowning, but rather being filled with so much air it was overwhelming.

Your gaze met his, the rest of his face devoid of any emotion, and yet his brown eyes were overflowing with them. He was terrified, positively horror-stricken about how you may react, about losing not only your friendship but also the outlet of release he’d grown to depend on. 

But instead, you just beamed at him. You threw your things on the mattress before you shot back up to your knees and shuffled across the bed towards him. 

He let you, his heart going so fast he couldn’t feel his arms or legs. You sat yourself over his lap, arms wrapping around his neck again before your lips were on his. It was a soft kiss, so soft he almost thought it hadn’t happened. But then it did again, and again, and again, and again, and soon enough you were devouring him in the sweetest kisses he’d ever experienced.

His heart swelled, his hands shooting up to wrap around your back, pressing you tightly against him once more. “Is that a yes?”

“Enthusiastically,” you smiled before leaning back down to place another kiss on his now puffy lips. 

And just like that, he had everything.

You returned to your room soon after, sandwich in hand and dizzy with happiness. He’d asked you to text him when you made it back, a small test to gage just how enthusiastic you were about this, and you hadn’t disappointed him, going as far as to reassure him that you really, really, really wanted this.

Aaron couldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t get his mind to stop racing, his heart to calm down, his excitement to dwindle enough for him to even close his eyes. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was more powerful than after he’d run a marathon, and he needed to channel it into something or else he was going to go crazy.

He thought about touching himself, about relieving the ache in his crotch, but he’d told you not to even think about touching yourself, wanting to frustrate you just enough until the two of you entered an official agreement. And so he didn’t do it either, it was only fair.

Instead he sat himself at the small desk that came with the room and he wrote. He wrote everything he could think of, everything he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to take you, how he wanted to take care of you, how he wanted to punish you, how he wanted to dominate you. 

He wrote until his alarm sounded and the sun started to fill the world outside in a faint warm glow. He wrote until Dave was knocking on his door to make sure he was alright. It was only then, when he’d finished writing everything, that he snapped back into reality, got himself ready for the day, and stepped out to meet the rest of the team. 

He’d made sure to keep you as far away from him the entire day, not trusting himself to not linger, to not lose focus, to not give himself a single reason to take you in the precinct bathroom. 

You had a suspect in custody by early afternoon, and he’d made sure to keep you in the precinct with Reid, where you were safe. He was sure you knew why he’d made the call, it was pretty obvious and would definitely be one of the things that the two of you had to discuss. 

But it didn’t matter, at least not right now. You didn’t even think to disobey, didn’t even think about the fact that he was definitely doing this because of everything that had happened the night before, didn’t even begin to let the new dynamic between the two of you settle. You’d been distracted all day, desperately trying to not allow your feelings for him to show. 

It was dark by the time you boarded the plane back to Quantico, everyone pretty much determined to get some rest before you made it back. The couch was the first to go, Morgan and Reid fighting over it like children until Morgan won out, immediately plopping down on it and turning his headphones on high. 

Rossi and Spencer took up the single seats facing the bathroom and kitchen while Emily and JJ took up a double seater, leaving you and Aaron at the head of the plane alone. You sat next to the window by yourself, as far away from JJ and Emily as you could just in case he had other plans than sleeping. 

It took everything in him to not sit down next to you right away, the action would’ve been too obvious with all the empty seats around. And so for the first twenty minutes of the flight, you sat alone, waiting, trying to distract yourself by looking out the window. 

He’d been staring at you relentlessly, impatiently waiting for the plane to stabilize in the air before thinking about approaching. He’d sat himself down at the perfect angle to watch you, his laptop light being the only one illuminating the otherwise pitch black plane. 

He’d been reading the contract again, making sure that whatever he’d written in his sleep deprived and incredibly horny state was actually coherent, and properly worded before sending it to you. 

Once he was sure everyone else was asleep, once he made sure that everything was worded as clearly as possible since there was no need for any twisted legal jargon, once he made sure that he was calm and collected enough, he hit send and watched as your phone lit up on the table beside you. 

Your attention was finally brought back to the room, your hand shakily picking up the device before you saw what he’d sent you. He’d been smart to send it to your encrypted chat instead of to your official email, but it didn’t make it any less daunting, the lines between you and Aaron, and bouncingbunny1 and user1102 officially blurring. 

You didn’t even dare glance in his direction, terrified of what it would do to you when you caught a glimpse of just how pent up he was. Instead you opened the file and began reading. 

To say he was thorough was an understatement. You knew Aaron never did things halfway, never did things without thinking them through, and he’d clearly been thinking about this for a while. 

He’d confessed early on in your private sessions that he’d never done anything like this before, never demanded complete control over someone in the way that he wanted over you. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious, willing to put in the work and learn. 

You’d spent the entire first month just learning each other’s limits, him learning yours and discovering his own. By the second month he was more confident, eager to try things he’d found, determined to start having fun after setting up the foundation of trust between the two of you. 

You had been enthusiastic from the start, never actually having someone exert this amount of dominance over you before. Sure, you’d had a few partners who were rough and liked to sometimes use you in the way you truly craved, but it had never been like this. You’d never gotten to explore the lifestyle this fully, with rules and requirements and clauses in place to protect yourself and your partner.  

By the third month you’d gotten into a very comfortable routine with user1102, knew what to expect from your sessions, and it was through that knowledge that you somehow became even more excited to meet with him.

But there was just so much you could do, so much he could do to keep things interesting, to fill the ache in your chest, to fill the ache in your core. Your fingers had quickly become not enough so you’d started to use toys, and after a while even that wasn’t enough. You wanted him, needed him, craved him, in the flesh, to do the things he’d been making you do to yourself.

There had been a particularly tough case few weeks back that had you aching and desperate. You’d made it back home worked up, almost as badly as the first time you’d met him, and all you could think about was needing to be fucked so hard you forgot your name. 

You were so close to biting the bullet, so close to asking him to meet face to face, so close to begging for him to come use you. But you knew you shouldn’t, knew that no matter how much you trusted him, you’d never seen his face, didn’t even know his name, and that could’ve been disastrous. 

You didn’t realize you’d started rubbing your thighs together until you accidentally tapped your clit against the rough hem of your underwear. Your mouth was watering, your chest was practically heaving, your eyes clouded in lust as you read through the list of kinks that he had so thoroughly provided. 

It was long, from calmer ones like spanking to the rougher ones he’d told you he fantasized about like collars and leashes. He was so perfect, your kinks lining up so perfectly that it almost felt like he’d been made just for you…or maybe you’d been made just for him, for each other. 

You knew he was watching you from across the aisle, knew he was making sure to catch every reaction, every thought, every time your breath hitched. He needed to see it all, needed to know that you were consenting enthusiastically every step of the way, because even an ounce of hesitation and he would put a stop to it immediately.

bouncingbunny1: Master?

You bit down on your lip as you watched him pick up his phone, his attention off you and back on you virtually exhilarating. 

user1102: Yes, bunny?

bouncingbunny1: May I please please please please pretty please touch myself?

He fought the urge to slam his laptop and cross the aisle towards you. Instead he took a steadying breath, daring to look at you, your puppy eyes and disarming pout barely visible in the low light of your phone screen. 

But the little that he saw was enough to make him lose it, to finally realize that it didn’t matter just how much he wanted to be in control of you, you would always be in control of him first. Whatever you wanted, he would give to you, and the thought didn’t scare him, instead it only made him want you more. 

user1102: Go to the bathroom and wait for me in there.

He watched as you locked your phone, plunging you in darkness once more before you slid out of your seat and made your way to the back of the plane. He waited impatiently for a few minutes, the anticipation of what he was about to do, to make you do, to see, finally in the flesh, made his heart beat rise like bile up his throat.

He finally stood, slowly yet surely walking across the plane, carefully making sure that no one had woken up, that no one knew what was happening. He didn’t need the looks, didn’t need wandering eyes to put two and two together, wanted to keep this just between the two of you, the privacy you deserved to figure whatever this was out the most important thing in his mind. 

He stood in front of the unlocked bathroom for a second, steadying himself, getting out of his head and allowing him to slip into the role he’d been dreaming of playing for so long. 

The bathroom was barely big enough for two people, but he squeezed in there regardless, his back pressed to the door tightly so that he didn’t touch you. You were just as overwhelmed as he was, your chest rising and falling deeply, your eyes glossed over with desire, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. 

He smirked to himself, the knowledge that you had gone to the bathroom before you left the precinct and changed into a skirt because you knew some version of this exact thing would happen almost enough to make him want to deny you of the pleasure. 

He wanted to keep this professional, like it had been every time he called. One last time for old time’s sake, one last time before you were both responsible about this and discussed everything that he’d just sent you, one last time before you signed your names on a piece of paper that made you his officially. Only then would he allow himself to touch you, to worship you, to give you everything you wanted. 

“On the counter,” he told you, eager to put some space between the two of you. 

He watched you like a hawk, starving eyes following every twitch, every breath, every movement diligently. Your brain processed his words and you stepped forward, jumping on the vanity and waiting patiently for his next command. It had been like this for a while, this understanding of each other, of receiving and accepting.

He moved to face you, so close to you, to your open legs, to where he desperately craved to be. And still far enough that you were starting to get desperate, needy, whiny with each second that his hands weren’t on you.

“Bunch your skirt around your waist,” he continued, his strong hand coming up to rest over his growing erection. 

You did as he said, eyes never leaving his. Your hands shook over your sheer tights, almost eagerly hooking under them and pulling them down your legs. But you stopped yourself, returning your hand back to its place against the sink to hold you up. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand squeezing himself through his pants. That’s when you caught onto his game, caught onto what he was going to ask you to do since that was exactly what you had asked after all. “You can take them off now.”

You’ve never taken off your tights faster. There was always an issue, always something they got hooked on or an area where they stuck to your skin. But tonight they slid off your legs without so much as a beat too late. You tossed them to the side hurriedly and were met with an amused chuckle from the man in front of you. 

But as much as he was trying to appear calm and collected, his hand had tightened his movements, his grip on himself clearly eager as well. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, clearly enjoying the sight, the sight that he’d never allowed you to see, the sight that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. 

“Go ahead, make yourself cum, bunny,” he groaned, back pressing against the wall farther to hold himself up. 

Your cheeks immediately flushed crimson, embarrassment washing over you in burning hot waves. It was silly, you knew that. You’d done that and so much more for him, because of him for months. He’s probably seen you in as many positions, with as many toys, cumming in just as many ways — and yet this is what got you. 

Make yourself cum. Make yourself cum while your boss watched you, make yourself cum while user1102 touches himself, make yourself cum while Aaron held your stare in his and completely shattered whatever platonic friendship the two of you have built for the past year.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl,” he cooed, his hand stilling its movements as an incentive for you to start yours.

You took one final steadying breath before you plunged, damning every self conscious thought you had into the darkest pits of your brain.

Your left hand slid down your stomach, teasing, making him pay for what he’s doing to you, as you pulled your legs up on the vanity, knees bent towards your chest.

His eyes glimmered in the light of the bathroom, his mouth slowly hanging open in anticipation, practically salivating for you. 

You pressed your back against the mirror as your fingers hooked into your panties, pulling the completely soaked material to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. You watched him eagerly as he took in a sharp breath, his eyes darting between yours and your heat. 

He was quick to reward you, his own hands unbuckling his belt unbearably slow. Two could play at this game, but neither of you had the patience for it right now. Your right hand flew right to your pussy, fingers quickly tracing the length of your folds, gathering your wetness towards your clit. 

You moaned, just for him, just to remind him of what he should be doing as well, and he wasted no time sliding his zipper down and greedily pulling his cock out of his underwear. 

You forgot how to breathe for a second, your brain struggling to process what it was seeing. He was big, bigger than your fantasies had concocted, bigger than you ever though he could’ve been, bigger than you knew what to do with. He smirked at the attention, stepping forward to bring it back to his face. 

“Spit in my hand, bunny,” he extended his open palm to you and you could’ve sworn your head had exploded. 

It took you a second to decide what to do. Your right hand returned to your aching entrance, gathering as much of your arousal as you could before you slapped your slick covered fingers against his palm. 

He groaned loudly, so much so that it made your walls clench around nothing as even more leaked out of you. Before he could pull back, you brought his hand forward. You gathered as much saliva as you could in your mouth before leaning forward, eyes staring up at him filled with innocence, and you let the spit fall through your pursed lips onto his hand, mixing with the rest of your juices. 

“Oh bunny, you’re killing me,” he moaned, his now drenched hand wrapping around his cock swiftly. 

You smiled up at him, prideful, filthy, lustful, before your hand returned to its previous motions. You focused your energy on your clit now, slow and tight circles, matching the pace he subconsciously set. 

As much as Aaron had revered to watch you pleasure yourself through his screen, that had been nothing compared to the real deal, to having you displayed in front of him, to knowing that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted. 

“Finger yourself with your other hand,” he said through gritted teeth, the roughness of his hand around his sensitive tip almost pushing him over the edge. But he wasn’t done, he didn’t want to be, at least not yet.

You did as he wanted, making sure to open your legs wider so that he could watch as your fingers slid in and out of you. He moaned then, the sound practically vibrating in tandem with the airplane around you, making you almost feel him all around you.

He picked up his pace, strokes becoming more and more aggressive as he encouraged you to do the same. He was close, you could tell, and it swelled your chest with pride.

Usually you had to hear him closely, listen for those grunts that always let you know he was getting there. But seeing how his jaw tensed, how his breathing strained, how his hand squeezed harder around himself — you could not take it, your own tension building.

He knew that reaction well. He’d seen you wear it many times before. Your fingers were curling meticulously against your g-spot, your other ones picking up their pace over your clit while your thighs began to close together, seeking to relieve the tension. 

But what made it even sweeter was the way he could now see your desire plastered all over your face, like you were the easiest book he’d ever read.

You looked at him, pleading, a broken shell of the confident agent he’d gotten the chance to know, turned into the slut he knew you could be. He took another step forward, his erection unbelievably close to your entrance, one more step and his tip would be in you. 

You let out a gasp, your gaze frozen on the minuscule distance between your bodies. You wanted him to move forward, needed him to fill you up and relief the ache inside of you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t and you knew it well.

Even then, in your desperation, you admired his determination to do things the right way. You both needed release, both craved it desperately, but he was not about to jeopardize your future relationship, one that needed to be built on of trust and communication and respect, for a quickie in the jet’s bathroom.

“Cum for me, bunny,” he told you, his voice gruff. You whimpered, allowing yourself to tune into the wave and ride it until it exploded within you. 

You moaned loudly, your fingers not letting up their movements as you rode out your orgasm. Your walls clenched around your fingers, a gush of wetness pouring out of you to coat them in your slick. 

His own strokes stilled for a moment, watching you come undone, savoring the fruits of his labor, waiting for you to come down from your high. It was only when your fingers slid out of you and you stilled your moments completely that he returned to his own. 

“Can I cum in your panties, sweet girl?” he asked, his words getting tangled up in the unholy sounds spilling out of him. 

You were hazy, your mind desperately trying to hold onto reality, onto your wits, onto the sound of his voice because you were terrified that if you didn’t, this would all disappear into thin air, back into the dream that you’d had for so long. 

“Yes,” you managed, your shaky hand lifting up the front of your panties so that he could spill his seed over you. 

His movements became erratic then, strokes became tugs, and just as quickly as it had began, it ended. He fully stepped into your personal space, his other hand wrapping around your thigh to keep you in place as he emptied himself into the wet cotton of your panties. 

Your slick mixed with his spend, hot and heavy on your skin, clearly meant to mark you as his. He moaned into your ear, low, unhinged, euphoric, and you couldn’t help but whimper in return. 

You were so far gone, so little and malleable, so much so that you knew that whatever he asked you to do then, you’d do it without question. Your head fell on the crook of his neck, labored breaths filling the room as he gently unhooked your fingers from your underwear to place it back to cover you. 

He couldn’t stop looking at the white substance seeping through your panties, the squishy and lewdly wetness against your skin making him excited to fill your pussy up until you were leaking him everywhere. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes. He knew he couldn’t keep you like that, couldn’t ask you to walk back out there and act as though nothing had happened, couldn’t risk you getting a rash because of his own ego. 

At some point he tucked himself back into his boxers, getting himself back to the pristine put together image that he always was. He waited until you’d calmed down a little more before he cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to look at him again. 

“Bunny, I’m going to get you all cleaned up, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes sleepily blinking shut longer and longer. He set you back against the mirror, grabbing one of the towels and wetting it before he gently ran it over your hands and the inside of your thighs. 

He set the towel to the side before he hooked his index fingers in your panties, pulling them down your legs before tossing them into the sink. He cleaned your pussy gently, making sure to get every last bit of the two of you off your delicate skin. 

Once he was done, he patted you dry with another towel, reaching over to where your tights had landed to pick them up. He got on his knees, a sight that had you perking up just enough to catch him staring up at you with so much adoration you honestly didn’t know what to do with it. 

It took everything in you not to melt right into his tough, to stay awake enough even though his warm finger riding up your legs was enough to lull you to sleep. It was only when he needed to hoist your tights over your ass that he picked you up, placing you back down on your shaky legs.

“Can you do me one last favor, sweet girl?” he whispered and you did your best to nod. “Can you pee for me? I don’t want you getting a UTI.”

You sighed deeply, being diligent not something you were looking forward to in that moment. But you nodded again, and he rewarded you with a soft kiss to your temple before he stepped outside of the bathroom to give you some privacy.

Once you were done, he walked you back to his seat on the plane, not caring if anyone saw because he knew that even if they did, they wouldn’t say anything at all. He made sure you were comfortable, wrapped in a blanket, buckled into the seat for safety, before he made his way back to the bathroom. 

He cleaned everything up, going through his own routine before he washed his hands, pocketed your still damp panties, and made sure nothing looked out of place. He then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before making his way back to you.

He sat beside you, his hand softly grazing your cheek to wake you up long enough to press the bottle on your lips, silently urging you to drink. 

You did without question, almost as if you’d done this all your life, the motion nothing more than routine, easy, normal. 

“Master?” you whispered sweetly after he deemed you’d drank enough. 

“Yes, bunny?”

“Can I have a kiss please?”

“Of course, sweet girl,” his nose tickled your own before his lips landed on yours, gentle, kind, perfect. You hummed against him, eyes closing for the final time before sleep overtook you. 

He smiled proudly, his heart so full, so content, so excited for what the future had in store for the first time in a very long time. He watched you sleep the rest of the flight, watched you curl further into him, watched you reciprocate all of the feelings that had been plaguing him since the night before.

You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and that was all he needed to lay the self-sabotage to bed, to allow himself to drift off to sleep, even if it was just for a few minutes so that he could fully take you in, because all he really needed was you curled into his side like you belonged there all along.

fucking hell i am oN MY KNEES for this man. honestly what a fucking jOY it is to write them.

send me more requests for bunny and clyde!! i don't really have a series planned for them so i'm down to just write requested scenarios and play around with where their story goes.

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[fsuna]

MODERN LOVE SONGS

⊹ ⋆˚ 𓏲 – minors dni. fem!reader. heavy smut. cucking. cheating. slight voyeurism. daddy kink. unprotected sex. oral (m & f). pussy talking. fingers in a-hole. consensual recording. not proofread. just random song lyrics + hq boys <3 masterlist. tokyo rev version otw.

wakatoshi. bokuto. osamu. atsumu. sakusa. suna. kenma. kuroo.

WAKATOSHI

"never thought i'd leave my kids until i left them in her mouth,"

toshis above you trailing breathless curses as he watches you suck him off threw his lashes- jaw painfully aching as you blow his big dick while he keeps a hand on the back of your head, fingertips coiling within your loose hair. a pinkish hue blushes across his cheeks while your mouth slowly invites his whole length in your throat, the button of your nose nuzzling against his pubs.

your eyes are watery from the countless times his swollen tip had poked at the back of your mouth, spit escaping out from the corners of your lips to run down to his balls. a laugh so sinful that can make you cum untouched from beneath your panties exits from toshi once he notices your signature glittery lip gloss smeared all over the base of his cock and your pigmented mascara plastered past your under eyes.

“such a doll, suckin’ my dick so motherfuckin’ good- missed getting your faced fucked, didn’t you?”

his cock begins to twitch against the walls of your tight throat, panting and swearing nonstop till he’s cumming all up in your mouth, warm semen brimming over to both your lips and chin giving him the best fucking sight he has ever seen.

BOKUTO

"yeah i heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft,"

raw dogs pussy from the back like it's the first time he's in one since the day he came out of one every. fucking. time. bo has your kneecaps dug deep in his king sized mattress- the tainted sounds of skin smacking plug your ears as he keeps a strong hand latched on your hip, rocking your lower back and forward against his pungent thrust. he's a tease too, you know- placing his two thumbs over your asshole to maul the nub just so he can feel your wet pussy clench and throb, his fat heavy balls slapping off your ass.

he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. gosh his dicks so fucking huge, it’s like he gets even bigger every time you see him, but it makes you so wet. so wet you don’t even need to use any form of lubricant for him to stuff you up.

and now he's fucked you so damn stupid that the strength to talk has vanished for you- firm hands setting painful slaps on your naked ass before squeezing it sorely, making sure you'll be able to feel the flaming sensation his gigantic palms left on your bum for the next few days whenever you try to sit. you love it though- in love with how he stretches you out, making you feel so fucking full.

“yeah, you love that, don’t ya, pretty baby? ‘bouta fill this pussy up cause daddy knows that’s what ya want,”

SAKUSA

"you can call her phone and i'll probably answer,”

to him, the timing of this phone call couldn't have been more perfect- knowing you're so so close by the way your velvety walls pulsate against his hard cock on repeat.

“pick it up, baby. your man's callin' you. don't wanna ignore him now do we?”

a real meanie. takes it upon himself to answer your boyfriends phone call, picking up your phone before pressing the speaker button so you talk to the poor guy while he continues to fuck the literal living breathing shit right out of you. right on top of the shared bed with your boyfriend.

god he wants to laugh so freaking badly- pulling out of your messy hole dangerously slow only to pound back inside you with no word other then a sinning grin while he gives your tits a paining smack loud enough for your boyfriend to catch it crystal clear.

"we'll then, pretty? go head and tell him how kiyoomi fuckin' sakusas made you his bitch and you're about to cum all over his big cock, or i'm tellin' him myself."

couple seconds later he’s got you creaming all on his length as your boyfriend from the other line hears you have the most phenomenal, toe curling, life changing, spine tingling orgasm you've ever faced.

AKAASHI

“she callin’ me daddy, i’m somebodies father,”

keijis got your wimpy legs draped over his shoulders, his sweat lined forehead kissing your own as he watches your pretty face expressions shift while your pussy hustles to lure in every inch of his big dick in.

but now he's just as fucked out as you are- hips rutting against yours with more desperation each time- moans becoming more winded once he’s sure he's close to filing you up to the brim. he’s fucked you so good your brains turned into mush, little yelps slipping from your parted lips as you feel every last ragged vein located on his dick draw against your delicate walls.

“fuck- love your cock so much, daddy! don’t want you to stop!

your holding onto his biceps, the tips of your acrylics jagged in his bare flesh as he reaches all of your sensitive points till your poor ol’ cunt milks him dry, womb filling up with his cum before he’s fucking another one in you right after.

“and i fucking love this cunt, angel. want you to be a good girl and take daddys cock one more round for me,”

SUNA

"she came for me twice, i didn't even nut for her once, you know i'm a pleaser,”

the perfect mixture of sweetheart and asshole during sex. when he finds the need, he’ll be a fucking sadist. but he knows how to please you the right way.

rintarōs number one concern is for you to cum. and if he can make it happen more then once before he’s shooting his own load in either one of your holes, then he will.

he looses it once he feels your dripping cunt squeeze him in, hips bucking up and rocking in you harder and harder. just after two orgasms you were awfully cum drunk, eyes crossing ‘n rolling back while he’s got your tits bouncing back and forth as your almost exploding-grip on his varsity team t-shirt tightens.

sunas dragging dreamy moans and whimpers from you as he sinks in his cock deep in your tummy. he cant tear his gaze off the way your puffy folds are sprawled around his dick, sticky body stiffening once his stomach coils from the familiar feeling of his orgasm edging him.

but he doesn’t wanna give in just yet. especially since he’s sure you’re not far yourself from reaching your high once more.

“shit- ‘got the tightest little pussy. think you can cum for me jus’ one more time, angel? c’mon, know you got it in ya, wanna see you cream on me again,”

KUROO

"we gon' make a movie like ray jay and kim kardash,"

bouncing in his strong lap, kuroos iphone’s blocking half of his face as he focuses on recording his pretty girl getting herself off on his cock- filming how desperate you are for his cum while he words the dirtiest things known to man behind that phone of his.

gives your tits a couple smacks before he’s toying with your nipples, wet cunt pulsating around his length once you feel his cold fingertips on your skin. it felt like your pussy was being slip into half- your little hole always striving to compromise to his monstrous size no matter how many times it’s been fucked by his cock.

“soo pretty- my girl wanted to ride me on camera tonight. ‘missed this cute cunt, baby. all fucking mine,”

your sore hips are grinding on his dick, teary eyes closed tightly as you feel all those inches he’s packing inside what really felt like your literal gut. he was near to pulling your first orgasm of that night, cocktip piercing your cervix once you seat back down nice and slow on him one last time till your cums caking his throbbing length- phone getting inches close to your messy cunt that was sparkling from your sweet arousal.

“god look at that shit. f-fucking hell- you gonna make me cum, sweetheart, wanna fill you up so badly,”

OSAMU & ATSUMU

"that p get devoured, told my brother she ours,”

the heavy weight of osamus cock stretches your suffering pussy out, spasming walls never failing to make his dick feel blissed out inside your wet cunt. he can't take his eyes away from it either, watching how his mesmerizing pussy takes all of him in in one piece, your finger nails embellishing his firm back with pigmented scratches.

"look at you, taking ‘samu like a fuckin' champ. wet ass pussy leakin' all over the place. been that desperate for a cock up in you, huh?"

his hips grind up into your cunt, brushing over your cervix as you beg him to keep fucking you harder and harder- to which your wish becomes granted, skin slapping being the only thing heard as he coils your insides till you're completely slurring your words.

the blonde twins got his fingers invading your drooling mouth, chocking your small throat roughly with his middle and index, spit dribbling down your chin while the other twins hips thrust upwards uncontrollably- his tip scarping the sore point inside you.

his cocks so deep inside you it almost burns, making you feel so full. osamus emphasizing each and every praise he voices with a savage thrust, his sweaty abdomen tensing up from your pretty cunt pulsating.

your mouth's falling open dramatically once he lines your hole livid white, squealing noises of your sloppy pussy drowning in his ears while he fucks into you as his slit clears out his cum.

"such a needy slut for my cock. goin' all dumb after a quick fuck. now get up 'n let ‘tsumu fuck all this cum back in ya,"

KENMA

"then you'll end up sittin' all over my bottom lip, baby,"

eats you slowly cause he's sooo in love with your pussy. always savoring your aroma with each kiss and lick he plants on your fluttering folds. loves whispering praises sweet as candy knowing it only gets you wetter and wetter. his pink tongue swirls over your clit, slurping up your addictive arousal as you pull at his two toned strands from above, his hungry moans buzzing against your precious folds.

"holy shit you’re so wet, i make you feel good huh, princess? mmm- taste so fucking good, could eat this cute pussy every single day,”

converses directly with your pussy cause duh? she's got lips too yk- watching your glossy slick spill to your weakened thighs whenever he says something absolutely vile as his head stays buried between your two legs.

groans against your pounding sex as his finger travels to your clit, circulating at it to draw you closer to your orgasm- and you know his gamer fingers are fucking peerless. nothing will ever compare to the way he fucks up into your small hole with them, the tips trailing against your walls as his versed thumb rubs at your clit till he's got you pulling a picasso- painting his pretty fucking face with your cum before he gives you the same treatment back in return.

© FSUNA

[yxngbxkkie]

simp for me (s.c)

seeing 3racha has given me writing inspiration, and i thank them 😌 i'm super glad i finally got a good idea for changbin! i've been trying to write for him more 💓 anyway, i hope you all like this!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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"What time is your soundcheck in the morning?" You ask Changbin, your boyfriend of three years.

He glances at you through the mirror in the hotel room. "It's at ten," Changbin mentions while turning to face you.

The two of you smile at each other, your heart swelling in your chest. "You're so handsome, Changbinnie," you boast, sitting up from the king-sized bed.

"And you're so pretty, baby," he smiles shyly, walking over to where you're sitting. You spread your legs so he can stand between them.

"Just pretty?" You joke with him, laying your hands against his outer thighs. Changbin rolls his eyes at you beforehand, setting his hands on your cheeks.

"Beyond pretty, baby. Ethereal," he mentions and kisses your lips quickly. Your cheeks flush at his compliment, smiling up at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Of course, honey," you giggle, leaning forward to rest your head against his stomach. "I knew you were gonna ask anyway."

Changbin combs his fingers through your hair, a giggle escaping his lips. "Oh, yeah? And, how'd you know?" He asks you, and you shift your head so you can look at him.

"Because you're a simp for me," you giggle, moving your hands to grab a hold of his.

"I hate you so much," he laughs, shaking his head. A sigh leaves his lips shortly after before making eye contact with you again. "But, you're so right."

"I love you too," you laugh as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Changbin squeezes your hand in his, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head. "Do you wanna go get dinner?" He asks you, glancing towards the clock. "It's almost seven, and neither of us has eaten yet."

"Yeah, I'm down for dinner," you nod your head. Your boyfriend steps away from you, dropping your hands to grab his shoes. "Do you want me to invite Ji and Channie?"

He sits down beside you on the bed before putting his shoes on. "Can it just be us? I'm feeling a little selfish today," Changbin mentions with pink cheeks, his eyes darting between you and his shoes.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, and you nod without hesitation. "I'm so in love with you, Changbin," you sigh, shaking your head at how cute he is. "Of course, it can just be us. Just a normal couple in a big city."

He smiles at you, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and gently places a few kisses on the back of your hand. "So, that means I can hold your hand?" Changing asks with a large grin, feeling him squeeze your conjoined hands.

"Yes, baby," you giggle, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But, can I have my hand so I can get my shoes??"

"No," he teases, tugging your hand towards him, bringing you closer to him again.

You let your body collide with his, causing the two of you to fall back on the bed. Giggles escape both of your lips as you place your free hand on his buff chest.

"How are we going to get dinner like this, hm?" You ask him with a smile, drumming your fingertips against his clothed chest.

"Can I have a kiss?" Changbin asks you with a pout.

You scoff in disbelief and lean forward to capture his lips. The kiss doesn't last very long. You pull away before he has the chance to deepen it. A small whine comes from him after you break apart.

"Don't you want to eat, bunny?" The nickname slips from your lips, and Changbin's eyes soften.

"Bunny?" He questions, squeezing your hand.

You avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed a little. "You're just so cute… like a bunny," you whisper to him, moving away from his body.

Changbin releases your hand before wrapping an arm around your waist. He keeps you close to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "I like it when you call me bunny," he mumbles against your skin.

"Yeah?"

He hums, planting a couple of kisses on your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself getting warmer. "I like how flustered it makes you too," he giggles, pulling his head back.

You playfully roll your eyes, grinning. "Of course you do," you giggle, cupping his cheek.

"Go get your shoes. I'm gonna treat you tonight," Changbin mentions while patting your hip.

"Such a romantic," you beam and move your hand to cup his chin, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before getting off of the bed.

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky

[sugume]

STOLEN TOUCHES — NANAMI KENTO

✧･ﾟ You were just trying to get a better angle.  

( TW ) f!reader, stepdad!Nanami, highly suggestive, teasing, touched starved Nanami, age gap (reader is 26, Nanami is in his 40's).

note. this was just sitting in my drafts omg I forgot to post 😭 this is for the anon that requested!! sorry you had to wait so long i swear I thought it was queued!

Nanami steps into the dark foyer of his home, taking off his work shoes. He winces from the pain; he’s been running around like a headless chicken in the office. He was supposed to get off hours ago. Nanami shrugs his suit jacket off and hangs it on the small rack before turning the corner. A small part of him had wished you would’ve been up, watching TV in the living room, but as he walked further into the house you were nowhere to be seen. He sighs in disappointment before making his way upstairs.  

Your mother isn’t waiting for him, obviously. She’s probably out with another one of her many men. God, he shouldn't have folded under pressure when she had asked him to open the 'monogamous’ relationship they had. His shoulders slump at the neatly made king-sized bed that sits in the corner of his room. He walks to his closet to grab a pair of satin pajamas you had bought him before making his way to the bathroom. He sets his clothes on the counter before stripping down to his boxers and walking over to the tub. He leans down to turn the water to the perfect temperature. 

“Kenny!” You squeal wrapping your arms around his naked waist from behind. He jumps in surprise before grunting in pain. 

“Kenny? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You ask, pulling away. Kento turns quickly despite the pain and grabs your arms. 

“Sweetheart! Nono, you didn’t hurt me. Why are you up?” He questions and you smile sweetly at him. 

“Kenny don’t lie! And I'm up because I’m currently an unemployed twenty-six-year-old who had to move back home. Now,” You clap, stepping in-between his legs. “Tell me why you winced like I stabbed you and don’t lie.” 

Nanami stuck in a breath and your close proximity. 

“Jus’ had a long day at work that’s all. Stupid cramped muscles don't worry about it, sweetheart.” He answers in one long breath before inhaling your sweet smell. Was that too obvious? 

“Well, I can give you a massage if you want, ‘cus my mom isn’t to give you one.” You spit on the last part before staring back up at your Stepdad.  

“You don’t have—” 

“Shush, I want to! C’mon, let's go to bed when you can get comfortable. We gotta hurry ‘fore your bath overfills.” You pull Kento's arm, dragging his heavy body up and out of the master bathroom.  

"Sit—scoot a little further—no your back to the pillow silly!” You laugh. 

“Aren’t you giving me a massage sweetheart?” Kento frowns, confused but complies anyways.  

“Yep!” You lift a leg to the bed and blink your thick lashes at him before lifting the other and crawling onto his lap. 

“Sweetheart—” Kento blushes, hands going to your hips to push you off but also to hold you there. 

“Calm down Kenny! This is just a massage; I've read you can get the shoulders better this way,” You lie, putting your hand onto your stepdad's neck and squeezing. “Just shut your eyes and relax.” You whisper dragging your hands down Kento's’ arms. You squeeze your way back up before gliding your palms to his peaks and resting them on his hard nipples. He grunts when you dig your thumbs and knuckles into his chest, throwing his head back onto his headboard. His grip on your hips tightens and he swears he feels you sit on his lap. 

“Feels good?” You mummer watching your stepdad's Adam apple move. You can’t help but bring your hands up and caresses it. Nanami groans.  

“Mhm.” 

“Sit up so I can get your back, Kenny.” You push on the back of his neck. You smile when his face falls into your chest. Before he has a chance to move you hold the back of his neck with one hand, the other squeezing at his shoulder blade. 

Nanami can feel his cheeks heat in arousal. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long maybe he’s just imagining the tension between you two. He doesn’t have the balls to act on this anyway, he doesn’t want to scare you off.  

“Sorry, gotta get comfortable.” You whisper in his ear as you grind down. You bite the inside of your cheeks when you feel his hard cock graze your pussy. Nanami holds in a groan. Fuck if you keep doing that, he's going to cum in his underwear. 

“Sweetheart,” 

“Hm?” You dig your knuckle onto tense knots in his back. 

“Oh, fuck sweetheart, just like that.”  

“Doin’ good Kenny?”  

“Yes, b-but,” He breathes heavily on your breast. “But my bath waters gonna overfill.” He looks up at you. You move your hand to cup his neck. 

“Oh, well how about we continue this in the tub?” You smile down at Kento. His eyes widen, mouth agape. 

“What!?” 

“Kidding! Gosh, look at your face! I’m gonna go watch some TV, goodnight. Have fun in your bath.” You crawl off his lap, giving him a good view of your ass in the short shorts you were wearing. You look back and smile innocently.  

What you really meant to say was you were going to masturbate about what just happened. Don’t worry, Kento was going to too. 

[vintagestarlight]

Couple's Trip

Summary: you and John take a trip for your anniversary and John has a very special question to ask

Pairing: John Price x gf!reader

Words:~ 2.0k

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks :3), MDNI!!

A/N: so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally finished it! Probably the longest fic I’ve written and I’m not sure how I feel about it(I feel like I’m better at writing fluff pieces rather than spicy ones maybe?)but let me know what yall think! I’m working on another Price fic and a Soap fic so stay tuned! :)

A/N: As always likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback of all types are welcome and my inbox is always open! Hope you guys enjoy!!

***beware of typos lol

Your mind wandered as you zipped your suitcase shut. John announced you were taking a trip for your anniversary and refused to tell you where. "You'll find out when we get there love," he said with a laugh after you pestered him to tell you. You walked downstairs and set your suitcase by the front door.

Through no fault of his own John wasn't always around for your anniversary. He always tried his best to to have his leave coincide but it didn't always happen. Usually you just had a nice dinner at home or John would surprise you with flowers; both of which you enjoyed. Needless to say you were shocked but excited when John told you he had a few weeks leave and had something big planned.

"Hey hon, remember to pack your toothbrush this time," you said, doublechecking to make sure you had everything. "You forget it every time," you mused. "I'm not going to forget my toothbrush dove. And I don't forget it every time," Price argued; he checked his suitcase and realized he forgot. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush to pack it away without telling you.

"Are you ready love?" Price asked. "I want to get going," You noticed your boyfriend seemed to be acting weird. He was very fidgety and it wasn't like him at all.

"You okay?" You asked. "You seem anxious to get going,"

"Yeah I'm fine love I just want to get there before dark," Price replied, taking the luggage outside. He loaded the suitcases into the back of the car and slipped his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the velvet box resting in his pocket. "Well if we want to get there before dark we should get going," you called out and shut the door behind you, locking up the house.

You noticed the scenery started to change from hilly landscapes to dense woods. You started to get excited about what was at the end of your little road trip. The car turned on to a cobblestone stone driveway that led to a beautiful cabin overlooking a private lake surrounded by trees. "Oh John this is beautiful!" You said, looking out the window. "How did you know about this?" You asked. "An old mate of mine offered to let us use it for the week," he smiled watching you try and take it all in.

"This whole place is for us?" You asked, wondering if you could possibly see everything in just a few days. Price squeezed your thigh. "Just us," he said, parking the car. "Here love," Price stated. He fished in his pocket pulling out a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the cabin. Why don't you go take a look around, while I unload the car" he suggested.

You smiled and took the keys from him walking up to the front steps. You unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The living room was decorated in a way you would expect a cabin to be decorated. A large sofa facing a tv mounted on the wall, a large red rug in the middle of the floor, an end table with a lamp beside the couch, a tv stand, large fireplace, and a chandelier made from antlers adorned the living room. There was also a full kitchen to your right when you walked in.

You made your way to the stairs and found the master bedroom. A king size bed was the centerpiece of the room with a wool blanket draped over the end. The curtains were drawn and a soft light emanated from a lamp sitting on a bedside table.

Your footsteps were hushed by the soft carpet as you walked to the bathroom. The master bathroom was beautifully decorated in finished wood and white accents with a big claw foot tub; definitely big enough for both you and John. A window that faced the lake and woods let in a nice breeze and you couldn't help smiling, the fact it was yours for a few days finally setting in.

You came down the stairs just as John set down the last of your luggage. "So? What do you think?" Price asked, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him. "It's perfect John!” you smiled. "It's so beautiful," you planted a kiss on his lips.

Over the next few days the ring Price carried around burned a hole in his pocket. He tried finding the right time to ask you but everytime he tried he got nervous. He was the Captain of the most elite special forces team in the world and he couldn't even ask you to marry him. He sat at the edge of the dock, his fishing pole in his hands. He looked at the water waiting for a fish to bite and thinking about how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. If only I could just ask her. With a frustrated sigh, he got up to stretch his legs still holding the fishing pole.

These few days seemed like a dream to you. Getting to spend this time with John was something you didn't always get to have. You noticed your boyfriend's behavior was somewhat off. He was anxious and fidgety when he's normally the calm and self-assured one in the relationship. You saw him sitting at the dock fishing and you smiled to yourself. His behavior may have changed but him fishing certainly hadn't.

You opened the front door and started walking down the cobblestone path the sweet air warming your skin. You saw little firefly's glowing in the garden flying around. "Have you caught anything yet?" You asked, siting down in a lawn chair with him standing holding his fishing pole. John glanced over and saw you wearing one of his army green t shirts and a pair of sleep shorts; he felt his heart skip a beat and his cock swell embarassingly hard despite the spirited romp in the sheets a mere few hours prior. For some strange reason, it made his thoughts drift back to the little box still tucked away in his pocket; he carried it with him everywhere since they got here. He still couldn’t believe he had trouble asking you a simple four-worded question. It was almost laughable that something so simple had the Captain racked with anxiety. The man who was feared just as much as he was respected in the field. What if you said no? What if you didn’t actually love him and this was the push you needed to leave him? He grimaced as his thoughts got more and more out of control.

“No I think I missed most of them,” he muttered and turned his attention back to the water. You furrowed your eyebrows; something was up with your boyfriend. Not much fazed the 6’2” Brit so to see him so lost in thought worried you. You got to your feet and wrapped your arms around your lover; your hands dipped underneath the shirt he was wearing and felt the dusting of wiry chest hair. You ran your fingers down the strong expanse of his chest and abdomen following the happy trail that disappears into his waistband. “What’s wrong hon?” You asked. “Nothing is wrong I’m fine love,” He grumbled. “You’ve been acting strange for the past few days and that isn’t like you,” You persisted. "I want to know what’s bothering you. You know you can tell me anything right?” You reassured him. John shifted his attention from the still water to you and tried to think of what to say.

“Do you…still love me?” He asked with uncertainty. “Would I have let you put me in those positions if I didn’t?” You teased, referencing the previous bedroom escapades. Seeing his face didn’t change, you realized he was serious. “Of course I do. Why would you think I don’t?” You asked. “Well…sometimes I can’t help but think you’ll wake up one day and come to your senses and leave me for someone who actually deserves you,” He sighed. It felt foreign to him to talk about his feelings but you made him feel safe enough that he could. You always brought out the best of him and it was one of the many reasons he wanted to marry you. “John Price, I am never going to leave you,” You told him, placing your hands on his muttonchops, framing his face. You hated it when he talked so badly about himself. “I love you so much and you deserve everything,” You said, gazing up at him. “Even if I am a grumpy old man?” He asked. “Yes even though you’re a grumpy old man,” you teased. “Hey! Easy now,” He said in mock annoyance. You placed your lips on his, capturing him in a heated kiss. You felt him kiss you back and the tension from his shoulders melted away. He groaned and pressed your bodies together, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. He chuckled quietly when you whined as he pulled away. “In that case, there’s something I need to ask you,” He slipped his hand into his pocket while dropping down onto one knee. It’s now or never Price. He told himself. Your eyes went wide and filled with tears as you realized what was happening. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked, hoping, no silently begging, for you to say yes. “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you John Price,” you cried.

******

“FUCK!” You screamed. The headboard practically hit the wall with each harsh thrust from John. The room was filled with obscene yet erotic sound of panting and skin slapping against skin. “Fuck you’re taking me so well love,” John panted out, taking a glance down to where your cunt practically swallowed his cock. The sight drove him mad and he let out sounds he didn’t know he had in him. Those sounds he was making, the breathy groans and whimpers almost made you come then and there. “Fuck John!” You panted, feeling yourself get closer with every snap of John’s hips that hit perfectly inside you. John could feel you squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were close to coming. He grabbed the head board and pushed your legs to your chest to better plow into you and get as deep as he could into your pulsing cunt. “That’s it love,” He breathed out, his pace unrelenting. “Come for me love, come for me,”. John’s voice sounded strained as he focused on making you come before he did. You keened as you felt yourself go over the edge, coming on John’s cock. You squeezed him so tightly he swore he saw stars and came deep inside you, thick ropes of white staining the inside of your cunt. John rested his forehead against yours, strands of his hair sticking to the sweaty skin. You felt the sheer sheen of perspiration that had covered your own body begin to dry and cool off the longer the two of you stayed in each other’s embrace. "You okay love?” He asked, still out of breath as you both waited for your heart rates to slow. “More than okay,” you smiled lazily. Price gingerly pulled out his softened cock and walked to the bathroom, you admiring his bare ass as he walked away. John used a warm wash cloth to gently clean you up before grabbing a celebratory cigar and lighting it. You watched and admired his naked body as he poured himself a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the small table in the room before sliding back into bed with you.

You and John lay slightly tangled in the sheets with your head resting on his chest and his arm around you, relishing in that wonderful, hazy post sex daze. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger and smile; John was your fiancée and you could hardly believe it. “Careful now or I’ll think you love the ring more than me,” John’s deep baritone voice reverberating in his chest. “Well the ring is pretty great. And all I have is an old man,” you teased, looking up at him knowing he just proved himself to be anything but an old man. Your remark earned you a playful pinch on your ass. You squealed and laughed, swatting his chest playfully.

“Don’t worry Mr. Price I only have eyes for you my love,” You said, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you,"

“I love you too soon-to-be Mrs. Price,”

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 14.

Zoe woke up, but didn't open her eyes at first.

She was in pain.

She couldn't decide what hurt more; her body, her throat or her head. Her muscles ached like she ran a marathon; her throat hurt as if she was scream-singing all night; and her head...well, that's due to tequilia.

She didn't remember much, only bits and pieces. She remembered dancing around her apartment with Dana. Then she remembered dancing down the street with Dana. Then she remembers being in a bar. Then she remembers... Joseph?

Shit. where WAS Dana? I hope she's on the couch, Zoe thought, as she pulled the covers closer to her.

Her heart stopped.

This didn't feel like her comforter. The pillowcase her head rested on felt softer than usual. She slowly opened her eyes.

Shit. not again, Zoe thought.

She took in her surroundings. A rather big bedroom with grey walls, and big windows covered by heavy curtains. The bed she was in was a big king sized bed, with a grey comforter and white soft sheets. Her head was on fluffy yet firm pillows, covered in what felt like silk pillowcases. A huge flat screen TV was on the wall opposite the bed, next to a door that was ajar. It looked like an ensuite bathroom, with a gorgeous claw foot tub. Before she could investigate any further, a 2nd door she didn't yet notice opened.

"Hey, you're up" Cillian said, softly. "Good morning"

"Oh.. hi" Zoe mumbled. She attempted to sit up but her head started spinning again and she immediately went back down. "What time is it?" Zoe managed to spit out. She wanted to go home, she had to get home.

"It's a little past 8:30" Cillian said, approaching the bed. "I brought you some water... and tylenol. I have some gatorade in the garage too i'll grab for you, I wanted to drop this off first" Cillian said, approaching the beside table closer to her and setting down the water and medicine. "I plugged your phone in too, it was dead when I plugged it in so you just gotta turn it back on. I'm sure Dana is wondering if you're okay"

"How do you know Dana?" Zoe said carefully. Cillian looked at her, and she could tell he was trying to not smirk at her.

"You don't remember much of last night, do you?" He said, sitting down on the bed next to her. "You face timed me in the middle of the night and I picked you up. We dropped Dana off and I brought you back here"

Zoe cinched her brows, trying to think. She does faintly remember standing in his kitchen. "Was I mean.... did I say anything... stupid?" she asked.

Cillian softly smiled and looked down at his hands. He looked back up at her and squeezed her leg through the comforter. "Nothing I didn't deserve or need to hear."

"I don't know what that means, but i'll figure it out later. I'm sorry. I gotta go" Zoe said, attempting to get up.

"Careful" Cillian said, standing up quickly when she tried to swing her legs over the bed. Zoe immediately stopped, the pain was too bad. She fell back onto the bed in defeat. "I can't drink like this anymore. I'll never do this again" She wined.

"You don't have to be in a rush to get out of here you know. I know you feel like shit. Trust me, I've been there. Take your time. Stay as long as you need. But seriously, take the water and Tylenol" Cillian said, handing her the bottle and pill. She unscrewed the cap and popped the pill in her mouth, taking a swig of the cool water. "thank you" Zoe said, swallowing. " But I don't want to be in your way. Just give me a couple minutes and i'll be out of your hair"

Cillian cracked a smile. "Seriously, you're not in my hair. My one meeting I had got cancelled today, so I had plans of hanging in here and watching TV, which is perfect given the weather outside" He said, nudging his head towards the window.

Zoe peered through the tiny crack of the curtains. It was gray out. "It's raining" Cillian said, "not supposed to stop till tomorrow morning. Town is already freaking out about flooding" he laughed.

Ugh. the perfect hangover day. Rainy day, sweatpants, movies, if she was home she'd make pasta for dinner and cook the sauce all day, making the house smell delicious.

But she wasn't home. She was at Cillian's.

"fuck. I'm sorry" Zoe said again, she wasn't sure what else to say.

"Zoe, seriously. It's okay. Do you want some space? or do you care if i'm in here too? No worries if you want space. There's other rooms in this house, it's no problem" He said.

"Cill, it's YOUR house, why are you asking me if it's okay to be in YOUR bedroom?" Zoe said.

Cillian smiled. "I just want you to be comfortable. It's probably gonna be a rough morning for you" Cillian said, implying her hangover.

"Ugh. I'm not looking forward to it" Zoe said, finally sitting up fully. "I have to pee." She said out loud, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down - "what am I wearing?"

She was in a very baggy T shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. None of which was hers.

Cillian suddenly got nervous and looked down at his feet. "Oh uh.. listen. I hope it's okay. After you were done uh... puking, I took you up here and put you in the bed, and I went to leave and you sat up and was pulling on your shirt, complaining it was too tight. I just wanted you to be comfortable. I swear I didn't do anything. But I took your shirt and jeans off, and gave you a T Shirt and a pair of my shorts - again I swear I didn't touch you or try to do anything. Your bra and underwear are still on, obviously, but I just did it because you seemed uncomfortable and -"

"Cill" Zoe said, interrupting his rant. "It's okay. I don't think you'd be like that. Thank you" She said, calming him down. She never saw him so nervous. And, to be fair, Zoe knew how she was when she was drunk and irritable. She did make a mental note yesterday to change the shirt she put on yesterday, even before all the tequila. The dryer must of shrunk it. So drunk Zoe wasn't wrong to think the shirt was too tight, because it was.

Cillian exhaled, releasing a breath that he felt like he was holding all night. The truth was, he was extremely nervous how she would react to him changing her. He did it with the best intentions - have YOU ever slept in skinny jeans??? Cillian has passed out in jeans before, and they weren't comfy to wake up in. And the jeans he wore were no where near tight as Zoe's was.

"Well, if you want, you can take a bath. That always helps me feel better. There's new towels in there, and I have Epsom salts too you can use. I highly suggest it." Cillian said, opening the door wider and pulling out everything he mentioned and placing it on the counter.

Zoe pondered her options. On one hand, she had that uncomfortable feeling of knowing she wasn't home, this wasn't her bed, her clothes, her bathroom, her anything, and right now she just yearned to be at home in her comfort zone. On the other hand, she was in what felt like the comfiest, coziest bed she's ever been in, and the bath tub looked tempting.

Cillian smiled at her again, he could tell she was having an internal battle about it.

"Zoe," Cillian said, "Look at me"

Zoe looked away from staring into the bathroom and made eye contact with Cillian.

"Do you trust me?"

Zoe chucked. "I mean, I guess, this is the 2nd time I'm waking up with you with no recollection of how I got here, I guess I trust you a little bit"

Cillian smiled. "Trust me on this. Take the bath"

Twenty minutes later, Zoe was soaking in the tub, and she felt like she was in heaven.

Her head was still pounding, but the tylenol was helping. She knew it would be worse if she didn't take it. The warm water soothed her muscles, and she had folded a towel to put under her head as she leaned against the edge of the tub. Her eyes were closed and she was trying to take in every minute of this, because she knew this wouldn't happen again. She would never be able to afford this type of luxury before - not that she can't take a bath at her apartment, but her apartment bath was stingy; dirty grout that didn't clean no matter how hard she scrubbed, smaller tub so she felt cramped, and she couldn't afford these salts he had. The bathroom glistened; almost too clean. Did he ever use this bathroom? Everything was so pristine and white, and everything was perfectly in it's place. The bathroom window overlooked Cillian's back yard; she could now see how stormy it was outside, and how miserable it would of been to go out in weather like this when she first woke up.

Her daydreams were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey, uh, Zoe?" Cillian in, cracking the door but looking away, respecting her privacy.

Zoe held back a giggle. She appreciated it, but thought it was silly. He's seen her fully naked before, and he undressed her the night before. "Hey" She replied.

"Can I, uh..." He stumbled over his words, still looking at the floor.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "You can come in, Cill" she said, but still scooting down so just her head was above the water. There weren't bubbles, but Cillian was far enough he wouldn't be able to see anything in the water.

Cillian stepped in, still looking everywhere besides her. " I uh, just wanted to drop off some new shorts and a T shirt, i'll leave it over here by the sink" He mumbled, placing the clothes down. Zoe didn't even think of that; I guess worst case she could put the shorts and shirt she slept in on from the night before, but something about being fresh out of a bath and fresh clean clothes just goes hand in hand.

"Thank you" Zoe smiled. "Good timing. I'm almost done. If I don't get out now i'll stay in here forever" She laughed.

Cillian smiled. "It's good to see someone else use the tub for a change."

He shuffled out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Zoe drained the tub, standing up and wrapping a fluffy white towel around her. She walked over to the shorts and shirt, pulling soft shirt over her head first. She then hesistated.

underwear. shit.

The thought of putting on underwear she wore all night back on after she just took a bath gave her the ick.

Well, I'm obviously going to wash these once I get home before I give them back to him, She mentally told herself, before deciding to forego underwear and go commando under the shorts.

She opened the bathroom door and peered out into the bedroom.

Cillian was laying on the bed, over the covers, propped up against the headboard. It looks like he changed as well, now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. His hands were folded on his stomach and his eyes were closed, face illuminated by the TV across from the bed.

Zoe smiled. She stepped out and a squeaky floorboard made Cillian's eyes open. "Hey" He rasped out, sitting up. "How are you feeling? feel any better?"

"You were right" Zoe said "The bath does help... head is still pounding and i'm exhausted; but my body feels better. I actually feel like I can fall asleep standing up I'm so relaxed" she laughed.

"So come take a nap" He nudged his head towards her side of the bed.

"Oh, no Cill" Zoe said, shaking her head " I couldn't. I already overstayed my welcome and lord knows what you had to deal with last night -"

"Zoe" Cillian said, interrupting her. "Stop. It's fine. If you want to leave later you can. Ill drive you home myself. But honestly, I'm kind of tired too so i was hoping to squeeze in a nap too"

Zoe laughed. "Did I keep you up last night?"

"Kind of. You woke me up and I went to go get you, then when I got you to bed I was nervous if you were okay or not that I kept waking up to check on you" He said, prompting a yawn.

Zoe put her face in her hand. "Cill, I'm sorry"

Cillian laughed. "It's fine. I deserve it. And it's the least I could do"

Zoe made he way over to the bed, and sat down on her side. It's like the soft sheets were calling to her. She slowly pushed back the covers with her feet and pulled them up over her. They were so soft, warm and inviting; her head hit the pillow, cool and soft.

"Are you cool if I....." Cillian said, trailing off and pointing at the covers, asking if she was okay with him getting under. "It's fine if you're not. I rather ask now before you fall asleep. I don't want to wake you"

"You're fine" she said, settling down into the blankets and pillows. It's gonna be hard to get out of this bed, she thought. She turned her eyes to the TV. "What are you watching?"

"Hereditary" Cillian said. "Just started. I've seen it a million times though, so I put it on when I want background noise for something."

"This is... quite the comfort movie you got there" She said, giggling. Everyone knows Hereditary isn't exactly a "feel good" movie.

Cillian laughed. "I know. But I can't help it. I like it. You can't help what you like" He said, making eye contact with her and quickly breaking it.

"Cillian... I want to apologize" Zoe said softly, turning her body to face him.

"For what?"

"For everything. It's slowly coning back to me how I wasn't exactly nice to you in your kitchen last night. And yet after everything I said you still took care of me when I was a drunk sloppy mess. I'm so embarrassed and don't deserve the grace you gave me"

"Stop" Cillian said. "I told you. It's nothing I didn't need or deserve to hear. I should be apologizing to you. I'm making this entire arrangement a nightmare for you...again. If it's not me snapping at you it's me giving you mixed signals."

"It's okay-"

'Zoe, stop" Cillian said, finally turning his head and looking down at her from his position, still sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "It's not okay. it's not. And I'm trying my best to show you that the version you're getting of me isn't my best me. It's not fair to you. Everything you said to me last night was right. I'm being the biggest asshole ever. I don't even know if what i'm saying to you right now is worth anything, because I know we've had this conversation before and I still acted like an asshole last night at your apartment. I'm sorry"

"It's okay." Is all Zoe could think of to say.

"I'm sorry." He said again, barely above a whisper.

"I believe you. Thank you. It's okay" Zoe whispered back.

"I meant every word I said last night, by the way." He whispered back. "I don't regret kissing you. and I've grown to care about you, wether you believe me or not. I wouldn't have let you sleep in my bed and all that if I didn't."

Zoe sighed. She knew he was sorry. But to be honest, her head was still killing her and her eyes were getting heavy. Cillian noticed and smiled. "get some rest." He said, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume so she could sleep a bit.

"Are you gonna be here when I wake up?" She asked. "You know, just incase I have plans on waking up and sneaking out of the house, fleeing the country and changing my name because I'm still so embarrassed about last night"

Cillian smiled softly. "Yea, i'll be here"

Zoe softly smiled. She felt herself close her eyes, but not without scooting closer to him. It was a daring move, but Zoe reached her arm over his stomach, nuzzling into his side. She could feel him tense up, and right before she pulled back, figuring he wasn't comfortable with this, she felt him wrap his arm around her, hand settling on her shoulder, beginning to softly rub small circles. She felt herself smile and closed her eyes, relaxing him to him. She could faintly hear Cillian repeat himself.

"I'll be here."

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

"Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 74 (Finale) Part 2

Find Part 1 of Chapter 74 HERE.

Masterlist HERE.

"Years I have known I am living in a war zone

Poison of my enemy blatantly attacking me

War goddess arouse your power

Know this is indeed your hour

Dying to be heard literally

Constant screams convincing me

War"

Caron Wheeler – "Beach of the War Goddess"

"Hand me your beads."

Disa stretched out her arm toward Joba and waited for her daughter to slowly, and reluctantly pass over her kimoyo beads.

"Little girl, it is three-thirty in the morning. You know better."

"I wanted to see the blue butterflies with Riki," Joba said, crawling under her bedcovers in the hotel suite.

"They'll still be migrating when we return. Goodnight."

She kissed Joba's forehead and tugged on her hair.

"I'll give these back after I talk to your father. We have to keep all lines open."

Disa slipped the beads over her left wrist where they lined up with her own kimoyo. Turning off the lights, she cracked the door and moved into the living area to take a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Swiping her hair back she moved to the far side of the suite where her bedroom door was closed. She slipped in quietly. Adebiyi waited for her in the king-sized bed.

"Everything fine?" he asked.

He lifted up his nude body, ready to scramble out of her suite if needed. Disa snuck him into her room hidden from Joba and under the nose of the Kingsguard assigned to them. Adebiyi pretended to be checking on them under the instructions of the king. He just never left the room hours later.

It took Disa twenty minutes to fully relax into making love to him with Joba across the way. She wanted her daughter asleep. The thought of going to his junior suite crossed her mind, but she didn't want Joba to wake up in the middle of the night with her mother gone.

Being with Adebiyi made her giddy, reverting back to a teenage innocence of being on a first date and worrying about everything being perfect. She was a grown woman with a child, and so was he…two adult ones. His affection toward her had grown into love and she matched his energy and desire. Having him above her with her heavy thighs spread wide felt like the return of heaven in her life. He took his time. There was no need for switching positions or trying to impress each other with lovemaking tricks. They simply wanted a bonding, a spiritual connection that proved that what they felt for one another was real.

His soft grunts rained down on her ears and she gasped when he held her breasts, squeezing their weight and stroking her down deep. She liked the sprinkles of gray in his pubic hairs and she appreciated the thickness and stamina of Jabari men. He made her cum quickly before he spilled into her. She bit into his shoulder to stifle loud moans. That's when she heard Joba's voice. Her daughter and Riki had a habit of whispering together, but then their voices would get loud from the excitement of communicating together.

N'Jadaka's voice had her jumping out the bed and throwing on a hotel robe to check on the family. Now she slipped it back off and climbed in next to her lover.

Wait.

She touched the pillow that had once been bare when she left to check on Joba. A four-stranded layer of silver and lavender waist beads sat waiting for her.

"What is this, Adebiyi?" she asked, palming the beads.

"I'm asking for you to allow me the honor of claiming you as my woman."

She clutched the beads to her chest and sat down hard.

"Will you take me as your man, Disa? Can I call you my own?"

"I…Adebiyi…"

He reached for the beads to take them away. She jerked her body away from his grasp.

"I want them! I want you!"

Disa jumped on top of him and the older man chuckled and ran a gentle hand over her hair. She snuggled into his neck.

"I will have to follow the proper procedures of the palace. Ask for your mother's blessing…and the king's—"

"I'm a grown woman. I can accept on my own behalf—"

"I said blessing, not permission."

"Well okay then."

"In the past, a widowed royal could marry within noble bloodlines. But you and King N'Jadaka were never married—"

"And he's still alive."

"Yes. This will be a delicate courtship."

"Your sister will love the idea of two powerful families uniting," Disa clucked, tickling the beard hairs under his chin.

"We must plan a time for our children to meet. They have been waiting years for me to find someone of my own. There will no longer be name-calling from them."

"What kind of names?"

"Old meanie on his porch. Grouchy mouth homebody. Solo Joy killer."

"Ouch."

He tilted her chin.

"If you do not think I am worthy at any time, you may end our union before it goes further, Disa."

"I want a full-on courtship, the way the Jabari do it."

"Dear Hanuman, that will be a long and arduous process. I was hoping to do it like the Wakandans."

"As long as we do this right, I really don't care."

Disa crawled on top of him, allowing the peaks of her breasts to brush against his lips while she rode his dick.

By mid-morning she was holding back tears staring at N'Jadaka's face, terrified of the unknown coming down from the sky. Her feelings for Adebiyi notwithstanding, N'Jadaka was always going to be her heart, too. He looked so brave and strong. Even Yani appeared powerful standing next to him. Something was different about her chosen little sister. A new confidence rested within her and it was visible to everyone.

When it was time to go walking in Central Park, her conversation with Yani stayed at the forefront of her mind. Her kimoyo beads notified her that a half cruiser had reached the Atlantic and would be arriving off the coast of the Hudson River in a few more hours. She sent word to her family, then gripped Adebiyi's strong hand and stepped into harsh sunlight and humid temperatures. Joba walked in front of them, exploring the hedges and scuttling sounds of wild rabbits and squirrels. While they were meandering around the park, Wakanda was in the midst of a battle that the rest of the civilian world was unaware of.

"Are you and Uncle Adebiyi dating?"

"What?"

Disa halted in front of a large black tupelo tree to enjoy some shade in the southern part of the park in billionaire's row. Joba looked up at her with questioning eyes. Adebiyi squeezed Disa's hand.

"Are you getting married like Umi Yani and Baba?"

Disa swallowed dry air with nervous energy. Releasing Adebiyi's hand, she threaded her fingers together.

"Yes, we are dating."

Joba pointed to the beads around Disa's waist.

"Adebiyi has asked me to start a courtship with him. At the end of that, we would like to consider marriage. What do you think of that?"

"You love each other?"

"I love your mother very much, little one," Adebiyi interjected.

Joba waved her hand at him to make him get on one knee so she could be at eye level with him. Adebiyi obliged, lowering himself the way N'Jadaka always did to speak earnestly with his children.

"Mommy loves my Baba…"

"I understand that," Adebiyi said.

Joba's eyes darted between the two adults, assessing the situation thoroughly in her own special way.

"Will Baba get angry?"

"No honey, Baba has no say in this really. We'll become a bigger family, that's all."

"Where will we live?"

Disa sensed the tense nature of Joba's voice. She hadn't spoken of moving or any fundamental changes yet with her daughter.

"For now, we'll stay in the palace until I speak with the rest of the family."

"And then?"

Joba poked at her cheek and her brows knitted together.

"We'll decide all together on what happens next," Adebiyi said. "I know you are close with your siblings and I want to know what you think about us dating. I have a lot to prove to your mother that I am good enough for her, Princess Joba. This will take some time…lots of planning and talking."

Joba inhaled deeply and nodded her head. Letting her know that they weren't rushing into anything calmed her. A small smile lifted her lips.

"Shall we continue walking, little one?" he asked.

Joba grinned and Adebiyi grunted when he lifted back to his feet. Her daughter helped him and he patted her head.

"I need to walk more. My knees need to be oiled… they are creaking so loud," he joked.

"I will help you," Joba said, grabbing his fingers and pulling him toward a small, rocky bridge that crossed over dirty brown water.

Joba walked between Disa and Adebiyi admiring the foliage that would turn color in a couple of months. New York seemed so dry and drab compared to Wakanda, and the urge to return tickled the back of her neck like a soft nudge.

Joba halted, refusing to take another step in the middle of the bridge. She touched her stomach.

"You okay?" Disa asked.

A scream ricocheted throughout the park and Disa immediately picked up Joba and held her close to her chest. The two Kingsguards that followed discreetly around them wearing dark suits and sunglasses stepped closer from behind. The Dora further ahead of them glanced around and released her sonic spear from its hidden sheath.

People west of them began to run in a stampede as more blood-curdling cries rang out in the air.

"What's happening?" Disa shouted to the Dora.

A white man running with his female companion fell on the ground and disintegrated in a cloud of grayish-black ash. His companion shrieked hysterically and flailed her arms before turning into a dark cloud of dust.

"We must return to the hotel!" the Dora shouted.

She ran forward three steps throwing out a vibranium shield to protect them and collapsed into fluttery ash. More people ran their way in a rush of terror. Adebiyi wrapped his arms around Disa and Joba to push them toward safety with the Kingsguard, but his face froze in horror. The color of his skin rippled and drained into sooty patches.

"Adebiyi!" Disa shrieked.

"My love," he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers.

Disa's chest compressed and the air in her lungs felt like liquid sand filling her up.

"No!" she hacked out with a raging cough.

Her eyes connected with Joba's whose solid flesh slipped out of Disa's flakey grasp.

"Mommy!" Joba shrieked.

Disa's skin fragmented away with the breeze and mixed with Adebiyi's and the Kingsguards behind her, floating up into the sunlight and through the tupelo and elm trees as their consciousness mingled. Despite the terror of loss, Adebiyi's love energy became a mixture with hers and then they were all gone…leaving Joba to fall from their arms on the hard stone bridge.

Alone.

N'Jadaka exhaled onto his arm as he rested his head on his desk.

The half cruiser they deployed to standby off the coast of the Hudson crashed into the sea with the disappearance of its entire crew. Luckily the aircraft was equipped with autopilot and a soldier from the Wakandan Air Force programmed it to stay put under the ocean halfway to its destination. He had to assume that Disa, Joba, and Adebiyi had vanished with their security team. His heart ached and he exhaled again into his arm.

Yani's parents had disappeared as did most of her extended family back in St. Thomas. In Wakanda, the Avengers lamented their losses among the Wakandan people. Throughout the streets in Birnin Zana, N'Jadaka listened to the wailing and ululations of grief. Four billion humans snapped out of existence. He had done everything in his power to save them, but he failed because of the Scarlet Witch. The bitch got dusted too before he could kill her with his bare hands. They wasted time giving Vision a window of a chance and it cost the world. His rage salted deep in his bones. He ordered the Avengers to leave Wakanda before he ripped Roger's head off for not destroying the mind stone the moment they knew what was coming to Earth.

"Kumkani, you must rest."

Okoye and W'Kabi watched him from the door of his office. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm good," he said, checking his kimoyo beads. Yani, Sydette, and Riki were in their home safe.

He couldn't push away thoughts of Disa and Joba. Rage coursed through him again. Okoye brought him hot tea and herbal pills to sleep. He took the tea and pushed away the pills.

"We can handle the status reports and updates without you. Kumkani…please. You fought in a battle and have been up for over twenty-four hours. The golden jaguar you may be, but you are still human," W'Kabi said.

"What about you two? You're in the same boat as me."

"We are trained for this," Okoye said.

"So am I."

"Go be with your family. Elder Zinzi will make a statement to the public within the hour. We will contact you after you have slept for at least ten hours, nothing less," Okoye insisted.

N'Jadaka drank his tea and carried the small cup with him out of the office. In the grand halls, the hem of his oyster gray jalabiya dragged on the floor. Ahead of him, a palace attendant wept while waiting to receive him at the private elevator to his home.

"Hey now," he said.

Holding his arms out, he hugged the young woman who stood stiffly in his royal touch.

"Forgive me kumkani," she said.

She pulled away from him and took his empty tea cup.

"I told the evacuation wardens to release everyone except for essential workers still here for the night shift," he said.

"I know, but I wanted to be here when you finally came home. To give you comfort for your loss of Lady Abdullah and Princess Joba."

"Don't you have a family to tend to at home?"

"My parents are fine. Some of my family have vanished but it is easier for me to be here, serving your family."

"Go home. We will be in a state of national mourning and we are still figuring things out. Be with your own, okay?"

"Thank you, kumkani. And thank you for protecting us."

"Go on now."

She scurried away and he turned to his Doras and Onyx squad.

"You all do the same. Split your shifts and go check on your loved ones," he said.

None of his protective duty left him.

"Stubborn like me, I see."

Ayo approached from the rear, her spear held tight.

"You fought bravely before the decimation took people away King N'Jadaka. Many of us fought beside you or watched the battle from behind the defensive line in the capital. We will stay on duty to watch over our protector."

"I will relieve Aneka so you can see her," he said.

"No need, kumkani."

Aneka's voice chimed in from behind him on the elevator. She stood tall with Noxolo. N'Jadaka reached for her, giving her a hug.

"Thank you for watching over my family," he whispered in Aneka's ear.

Noxolo didn't even give him a chance to release Aneka before she hugged him tight with one arm, her other hand never letting go of her spear.

"Listen everyone. We have been through the wringer and this isn't over yet. Stay strong and please take time for yourself if you need to," he said.

All heads bowed as he entered the elevator with Aneka and Noxolo. He noticed Ayo blowing Aneka a kiss, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

The ride up was quiet and entering his home was like walking into the silence of an ancient tomb. Elana and Zora rose from the couch cradling their hands and watching his face.

"Yani?" he asked.

"She is asleep in your bed, kumkani," Elana said. "I gave her a sedative with tea two hours ago."

"The children?"

"With her," Zora said.

"Noxolo and Aneka, go rest in your quarters—all of you. Please rest. I'll call you if needed."

Aneka and Noxolo tapped their spears and departed to a lower floor below his living room that was kept for in-house staff.

"We saw you," Zora said.

She pointed to the screen on the wall that played an emergency Wakandan broadcast. He caught a glimpse of the Royal Talon Fighter swooping past a giant death wheel ripping the land to shreds. He shot at it in a vulnerable spot and it exploded, ripping into several of the monstrous outriders. Someone on the front line leaked the images for the Wakandans to see. He flew low to the ground and his cousin T'Challa leaped onto the aircraft for a lift to kick some more ass on the battlefield.

N'Jadaka groaned when he watched his cousin slam his fists together directing his built-up kinetic energy to destroy a giant alien. Elana ran to him and gripped his hand. Zora rubbed his back to comfort him, their tears springing forth making him feel worse.

"Go to her," Elana said, pushing him toward the stairs.

He climbed his way up two long flights and wandered down a long hall to reach his bedroom. Yani had the children nestled under each arm, their heads on her chest fast asleep. Or so he thought.

Riki sat up, bleary-eyed, but awake. He rubbed his eyes and crawled over N'Jadaka, climbing onto his lap.

"Hey, Lil Man."

Riki clutched him tight, pressing his face into N'Jadaka's chest like his mother did when she was scared or needed comfort from him.

"Are the monsters gone?" Riki breathed into the center of his chest.

"They're gone."

"Will they come back?"

"I don't think so."

"Why did they have to kill people? I saw them come apart, Baba…like smoke."

He held up his small wrist. His kimoyo beads were there again.

"I can't get Joba to answer me, Baba."

"She's gone, Riki—"

"No! I feel her…right here."

Riki touched his chest.

"We've tried calling Umi Disa, Joba…their security people. They're gone, Dumpling."

"No!"

A deep cry erupted from the boy's chest.

"We have to go there and find her!"

Riki jumped down from his lap and pulled N'Jadaka's arm to leave the bedroom. Yani stirred on the bed and Sydette woke up.

"What's going on?" Sydette asked.

"Go back to sleep Sweet Pea," he soothed.

His oldest wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face on the back of his neck.

"I can't," she said, the warmth of her breath a comfort for his internal anguish.

Riki tapped his beads and called out Joba's name in a high-pitched tone.

"Please…answer me," Riki murmured.

"She didn't have her beads anyway. That's what her grandmother said," Sydette said.

"You spoke to Grandma Theresa?" he asked.

"Mama did. She said Umi Disa took away her beads so she wouldn't sneak-talk to Riki while you were away fighting."

N'Jadaka stood up. He stared at both of his children and pulled away the collars of their pajama tops. Touching their necks he moved away from them fast, dashing down the hall and to the stairs. He took them two at a time and ran toward Yani's bedroom. Flinging open one of Yani's jewelry boxes, he searched for three necklaces. One drawer after the other he looked until he shouted for Yani on the intercom system.

"Yani, where are Riki and Sydette's unvikeli necklaces? The ones T'Challa gave them?"

Yani mumbled, the sedatives still clinging to her consciousness. He ran back up the stairs and gently shook her.

"Baby…wake up…please…I need your help. There's a chance Joba is still alive and here with us somewhere in New York."

Yani sat up groggy with a scrunched-up face trying to figure out what was happening.

"Joba?" Yani said.

"Yes. Where are the unvikeli necklaces?"

He helped Yani step off the bed and she shook her head, following him back down to her bedroom. She walked into a separate dressing room where a long glass jewelry case housed enough necklaces, earrings, and finger trinkets for each day of the year. Many were family heirlooms given to her from Baba Z and Umama's bloodlines. Sliding open a bottom case, she pulled out a corral pink satin jewelry box. N'Jadaka took it from her and opened it. Three necklaces rested there. An adult one that once belonged to T'Challa, and two smaller ones that went to Riki and Sydette.

"Thank you, Bast," he said.

The king lifted the one precious adult necklace that glowed. There was no communication access on it, but the tracking device would locate his youngest child. Only her fingerprint could access the security touch needed to activate the adult necklace. If Joba had disappeared, no life could call out for help without her personal signal. Tears burst from his eyes and he cradled the necklace against his forehead.

Breathe. Release the tension in the shoulder muscles. Breathe deeper. He kissed Yani on her lips, thanking her for saving the necklaces.

"I have to go find her," he said leaving the dressing room.

He rang the alarm with the staff he had left and called Okoye on his kimoyo.

"Bring the Royal Talon fighter to the king's port right away. I'm going to New York. Joba is alive. I have the unvikeli necklace T'Challa owned and it's lit up with her signature. I'm sending you the coordinates now!"

"We're going with you," Yani said.

"You and the kids stay here, I will bring her home."

Riki grabbed his hand with a tear-stricken face.

"I want to go too," Riki said.

Sydette stared at him with pleading eyes too.

"Okay, go get dressed and meet me at the king's port in ten minutes," he said.

N'Jadaka leaned his left temple against the glass partition of the king's port waiting for Yani and the children to join him. Okoye stepped down from the ramp of the Talon Fighter with Ayo. Behind them were four members of the Onyx Squad assigned to his family.

"We can retrieve her for you," Okoye offered.

He shook his head.

"I want her to see me. I have to be the one to get her. I know what it's like to lose a mother and only I can comfort her properly after something so traumatic."

"Then you must sleep while we travel. You look like you will collapse on your feet. Forgive my bluntness," Okoye said.

Yani and the children hurried to his side with Elana and Zora in tow. The two Ladies in Waiting wept, their keening moans piercing his soul. He escorted his family on board, insisting that they ride in the back. The sleeper couch extended into a flat comfortable bed and Yani helped Sydette and Riki onto it. Ayo brought them soft Border Tribe blankets and they all hunkered down in a pile.

The Royal Talon Fighter lifted and rotated with an array of stinger escorts. From the side viewscreen, he and Yani regarded the destruction down below as Wakandan military crews led a coordinated effort to burn up dead alien bodies and cart off the last remains of their own soldiers. Two of the giant earth destroyer wheels smoldered while embedded in a rocky hill looking like giant monuments. N'Jadaka commanded that the wheels would stay as a testament to the war they had fought valiantly for and lost.

"Oh, God," Yani murmured.

The land below smoldered and bore scars of a great battle. The wide swath of ruin brought tears to her eyes. He comforted her in his arms. She clung to him and buried her face in his neck. Her gentle fingers rubbed his bicep, occasionally squeezing it as if to make sure he was still with her.

"What happens next?" she whispered, the horror below stuck in her throat.

He glanced at his side where Riki and Sydette were bundled.

"Sleep, Yani. Right now I can only think about Joba and getting her back with us."

She patted his chest and he rubbed her back. Closing his eyes, he tried to rest so he could have the energy for rescuing his baby girl.

Ayo woke him up with a light shaking of his arm.

"Kumkani, we have arrived above Central Park. Okoye has tracked the location of the unvikeli necklace on the southern perimeter."

N'Jadaka sat up, disturbing Yani's sleep.

"We're here," he said.

They left Sydette and Riki sound asleep under the watchful eye of Ayo. At the bottom of the ramp, Yani touched his wrist.

"Would you prefer me to stay here and wait? I don't want to overwhelm her," Yani said.

N'Jadaka threaded his fingers with hers.

"I need you with me."

"Okay."

Okoye and the Onyx Squad guards spread out and sealed them all inside a protective spectral camouflage shield. The setting sun shrouded the park in the growing shadows of creeping darkness. Okoye kept her gaze on the tracker image on her wrist.

"Over by that bridge, kumkani," Okoye said.

The Onyx Squad fanned out toward the bridge and N'Jadaka picked up his pace with Yani.

"Joba!" N'Jadaka called out.

They ran onto the bridge, eyes darting about.

"Joba!"

All of their voices sprinkled the hollow air. Disheartened, N'Jadaka ran to the north end of the bridge.

"Joba…daddy is here. Where are you?"

Fear laced his voice.

"Please…please…," he mumbled, biting back the terror welling up in his chest.

He ran down the side of the bridge where the Onyx squad checked the water with scanners.

"The signal is here, kumkani," Okoye said, her voice ready to crack from disappointment.

A pile of leaves under the arch of the stone bridge moved. He jumped back thinking a wild animal was about to pounce on him, but he noticed small brown hands pushing the fallen foliage away. He reached for the hands and pulled Joba free from the covering.

"Joba."

He cradled his daughter's trembling body which felt cool to the touch.

"Mommy and Uncle Adebiyi disappeared, Baba," she said.

Her voice was weak from dehydration and her head lolled forward. Okoye brought her water and helped her take small sips. He lifted his child and carried her out from under the bridge. Yani ran to them and caressed Joba's forehead.

"Get her back to the Talon Fighter," Yani said.

He raced back to the ship, holding Joba close to his heart. Once on board, he handed the girl to Yani who placed her on the makeshift examining table she turned his war table into. She had brought along a medical bag and injected Joba with fluids to hydrate her faster. After cleaning her up and changing her into some fresh pajamas, N'Jadaka picked her up and cradled her on the converted couch next to the still-sleeping Riki and Sydette. Yani moved to lay next to him and stroked Joba's hair.

"I got you Sunshine," he said.

His youngest fell asleep in a matter of minutes, her small form warmed up by his body heat. He touched the necklace T'Challa gave her when he was her protector, none of them knowing how true that sentiment had become. Without the necklace, he may have lost Joba forever in the panic of the new world order because of Thanos. Or a nefarious American government agency could've taken her and used Joba to get to him. His baby girl was smart enough to hide and trust that her own people would find her. But she sure did take a chance staying out in the elements all alone without seeking an adult authority figure's help. They were very lucky.

Yani helped him move Joba over next to Riki and covered them both with another blanket before curling into N'Jadaka's side again.

"We're heading across the Atlantic Ocean, kumkani. Ayo and some of the Onyx Squad can go aboard the half-cruiser hidden five miles away if you wish to bring it home," Okoye said.

No one from Disa's immediate side of the family had contacted him about anything. If there were any members of that family left, he wanted them to have the option of coming to Wakanda.

"Leave it for now. Have a reconnaissance team in the lower Atlantic take care of it for now."

"As you wish," Okoye said.

N'Jadaka closed his eyes and clutched Yani's body tight against his. He'd have to face dark days in the morning, but at least he had all of his children. He cried softly for Disa and was thankful that Adebiyi was with her in the end.

Wakanda passed through a sorrowful month assessing the total missing and then another month of mourning and rebuilding their lives. They resolutely transitioned through the decimation and adjusted to the loss of life in order to stay focused on the future. Memorials and public commemorations were the daily norm and N'Jadaka spent his time comforting Joba.

His youngest daughter and baby boy said strange things.

While most Wakandans cried and lamented the loss of life, Riki and Joba declared to him that the missing billions weren't truly gone. He sought therapy for their entire family as most Wakandans adjusted to the trauma, but Joba and Riki insisted that they could feel the presence of the disappeared citizens.

Shuri understood it to mean that there was hope for their lost loved ones, but they kept the chatter of the children to themselves. False hope was a detriment to the mind, and N'Jadaka couldn't afford to tease a mentally stretched population of mourners. However, it appeared to give some solace to Joba, even though she cried on and off sporadically for weeks, missing her mommy's physical presence and going through spells of silence that worried him and Yani. To her credit, Yani smothered the girl with love and helped her transition into a new life without Disa. It wasn't easy. Yani wept privately when she thought he didn't know. She missed Disa, her parents, and all the people she loved in Wakanda who had winked out of existence. Yani barely slept and he made Elana and Zora give her sedatives to force rest upon her. He stayed strong in front of them all, especially the nation, his stoic mannerism hiding the sadness in his soul.

World leaders called on him for details of the Infinity War, but he left the Avengers to that. Fury never returned calls and N'Jadaka stewed in the knowledge that his insider track into U.S. intelligence was gone.

The final day of public mourning arrived and he dressed to address the nation outside the ancient gathering temple where he brought his late parents. Yani dressed herself and the children in the same colors of his pale blue royal robes to usher in the continuation of life. There were rumors of war in the outside world as other countries quietly pressured America to force Wakanda into sharing vibranium simply because they all experienced the madness of Thanos. Even in the midst of entering a third month away from the events of the global disaster, America and her lackeys commenced with their daily fuckery. He refused to be shamed into sharing any resources or technology with people not aligned with his agenda. If Wakanda had to fight another battle, there was no fear of them failing this time. No nation was a match for them. If a bit of otherworldly sorcery hadn't happened two months ago, they would've no doubt conquered Thanos.

World War Three with outsiders was the least of his concerns. Healing his family and Wakanda were the only items on his actionable tasks going forward.

They arrived at the formal ending of public mourning to much fanfare from the people. His children walked in front of him and Yani showcasing the Wakandan way of centering their children as the future. Yani kept her head covered the way Disa used to in public appearances paying homage to the woman whose child was now in her care for life. Yani fretted often about raising Joba up in the way that Disa would've wanted, and he had to reassure her that they were going to be fine. Even his grandmother and Ramonda put on confident faces to help their family make it through the pain. He worried about Umama the most but his grandfather Dante kept her spirits up. They had to move the country forward as a solid unit.

"There are still a lot of people, Baba," Joba said.

She clasped his hand and looked up to him, her head covering making her face look even smaller.

"I know. They look to me to make sure we are alright."

"We are," she said.

She patted his hand and leaned her head into his hip.

"The other people are still here… we just can't see them."

N'Jadaka stared at her.

"What do you mean? What people?"

"The ones that disappeared."

Joba held her hand out like she was feeling something invisible.

"Kumkani, step this way please," Elder Zinzi said.

N'Jadaka placed Joba's hand inside Yani's and walked to a floating podium that adjusted to his height. Thousands of faces gazed at him, hopeful and expectant. He wasted no time getting to the heart of the matter and did his best to provide comfort and future agency for the people. His eyes latched onto Mpilo's. The young man beamed from his seat, eating up every syllable N'Jadaka uttered. He glanced at Yani and his children, then observed the audience before him. This was not a time to appear uncertain or weak. Drastic changes in societies often precipitated hostile takeovers by those who needed a significant catastrophe to wedge them into power. He was ruling during a dangerous time and all of his Special Ops senses told him to be wary of the political challenges to come. He moved his hands from the podium and stepped in front of it, going off script. A king had to appear in control and he wasn't going to give off a whiff of uncertainty to his enemies watching. He felt his mama's energy building up within and he spoke the way she would have to the people. Bold. Fearless. Encouraging.

"Who are we to fear the unknown ever again? We stood our ground and Wakanda still stands. This battle looks bleak but the war for our sovereignty is not over! The days ahead may still look dark for some, but I promise you, Wakanda will always stand. We are the light of the world and I will never let it dim. Never!"

Mpilo leaped to his feet with more than half the people joining him in a rousing display of support. Others still seated clapped, and he knew he had to prove his convictions to them in the months ahead. Joba jumped up and down with her hands clapping above her head. A warmth filled his heart. If his baby girl believed in him, then who could indeed doubt him?

"All hail King N'Jadka, the Golden Jaguar!" Mpilo shouted.

A chant started up and overwhelmed the exterior of the temple with amplified voices. The sound washed over him and he closed his eyes for a second just to feel the sensation. He had fulfilled his life goal. The moment he uttered the words at eleven years old, his life trajectory was a rocket-fueled ride to a speech in front of his father's homeland. His homeland. His people.

A final chapter of his past life closed. A new one was being written right where he stood.

"Wakanda Forever!" he shouted.

The nation affirmed his place by shouting back to him, "Wakanda Forever!"

W'Kabi rushed forward and pulled N'Jadaka aside as the Council of Elders concluded the event with a prayer. They stepped behind a wall of security.

"This was left on our shores. A witness stated that someone looking like a Talokanil female came on land to deliver it."

W'Kabi thrust out a giant conch shell with a pale salmon coloring so distinct that it didn't come from their African waters. He tapped his kimoyo bead and an image of a young water woman with a feathered headdress appeared dropping the conch shell on the sand. She spoke in Talokan and the person recording the image kept stating they didn't understand her. W'Kabi replayed the image again with a translation.

"K' uk' ulkan wants your king to speak with him. Blow on this shell after your mourning period finishes and he will come to your ruler," she said.

"Who made this vid recording?" N'Jadaka asked.

"A fisherman hauling in shrimp. What will you do?"

"He can wait. They don't know when our mourning period is over so I'll act as if it is ongoing until I see what else is happening beyond our borders. It's only one woman so I will not take this as a threat or anything urgent."

"We have stayed out of their territories and have not pried into their lives. What can they want from us?"

"Perhaps intel on the surface world from our perspective since the war. I will see to him later. Keep our navy informed of the intrusion on our land. If they can slip through our coast easily, then we have to tighten up."

W'Kabi left his side and N'Jadaka held the conch shell. Namor could be a potential ally or an enemy. He wasn't in the mood to speak to the flying god. Not anytime soon. He gestured for Mpilo to come forward.

"Mpilo, take this to my office. Do not blow into it and let no one else touch it on the way there. Understand?"

"Yes, King N'Jadaka."

Mpilo covered the shell with his overshirt and left the temple.

N'Jadaka's family joined him and they walked toward the transportation that would take them to an outdoor celebration of music and poetry. His mind wandered amidst the chatter of his loved ones. Riki and Joba whispered together in the seats behind him and Sydette focused her attention on his face while sitting between him and Yani.

"Baba, will we ever be happy again?" Sydette asked.

"Yes, Sweet Pea. We are all getting better. Today we're celebrating happiness again. For all of us still here, we will live a good life."

Sydette nodded and picked at her dress. Her eyes looked wary.

"I wish we could go to St. Thomas. I miss it there," she said.

"When I get things settled here, we'll go for a couple of weeks."

Sydette grabbed his hand in excitement. Twyla and Bibi had gone there a month ago on Yani's behalf to help with any family who needed assistance. They were all grateful that Aunt Leona had been spared. He glanced behind his seat to check on the quiet. Riki and Joba had both nodded off, their heads touching in their slumber.

Attendants greeted them stepping out of the royal SUV. Yani carried Riki and he lifted Joba in his arms. She woke up and wrapped her arms around his neck. They were all guided to a private platform to observe the musicians and other artists scheduled to perform. The younger children stayed on his and Yani's laps while Sydette watched from her own seat.

Dancers, singers, poets, and aerial ballet performers entertained the enormous crowd in stadium seating. He rested his chin on Joba's hair when she fell asleep again. Riki was knocked out also and snoozed on Yani. All of the lengthy ceremonial rites exhausted the children. Sydette's ability to stay awake surprised him.

Talented Wakandan artists lifted the hearts, minds, and spirits of the people. Yani leaned over and kissed his lips. Her beautiful eyes gave him peace. He thought of making love to her once they returned to the palace. It had been too long since they'd been intimate. The stress of the last two months doused his arousal and hers. Their lives centered on keeping the children mentally well and working through their collective grief despite her job and other royal responsibilities. The reduction in hospital staff at the birthing centers created a medical crisis and Yani filled in where she was needed. Birthing babies didn't stop in the middle of a national emergency. Yani worked long hours and maintained her composure even when he knew she was worn thin like him. She made the curious observation to the national census bureau that not one pregnant woman registered to give birth had vanished throughout Wakanda or the Jabari mountains. He wondered if it was the same in other countries.

The music helped remove the gray in his mood, and looking at his fiancé brought back the desire for her touch and some alone time. He reached over and fondled the soft curls she cultivated letting her hair grow out. He kissed her again and she took the hint that he needed a more intimate connection later.

The palace had been cleaned from top to bottom with the Bashenga mountain priests blessing the halls and walls with divine incense and burned bundles of lavender and chamomile leaves mixed with the precious dried petals of the udomo flower that was only used for ceremonies releasing the dead. Nakia wore them in her hair during the family dinner as Toussaint suckled from her breast. The Council of Elders had been invited with their families to dine in the hall named for the great queen herself, Shuriya, and it filled with genuine laughter and grasping at closure from the decimation.

But not Nakia.

Despite her winsome smiles and small chuckles at jokes about the baby, a wound festered unhealed in her heart.

"I have something to say," she announced abruptly in the middle of dessert and coffee.

N'Jadaka glanced at Yani as if she knew something was up, but Yani only flicked her eyes over toward Elana and Zora who only shrugged at the outburst. The richly brocaded table seated forty people in their inner circle.

"Speak," N'Jadaka said.

Nakia looked at him and then at Ramonda.

"T'Challa and I were married. Before Toussaint was born. We wanted a small ceremony just for ourselves once we knew the baby was coming. Our nuptials were in America, right before we told the family about the pregnancy."

"Eh eh," Ramonda clucked, tilting her head back with a delighted smile on her face.

"Forgive us Queen Mother Ramonda, Umama…we didn't want any big ceremonies. T'Challa doesn't…didn't like them. We planned on having a small party instead when Toussaint reached six months."

"You are officially family…even though you have always been my daughter in my head since you were a little girl," Ramonda said.

Umama chuckled and nodded her head.

"I wanted you all to know that. I would also like to say that this trying time has made it difficult for me to be in Wakanda. Everywhere I go, I see him…I hear his voice…I feel his presence all over the palace. It hurts. Lately, I have been able to laugh again because of my son, but I cannot live here anymore. I want to go to Haiti again. Raise Toussaint away from the palace and the pressure of being an Udaku. I want a regular life for us where I can rebuild my heart and move forward as a mother."

"Nakia, no…" Ramonda said.

"Daughter Nakia, I understand how you feel. Losing my life partner, my best friend…my beloved husband has bruised me on top of all the other losses I've endured in this family. If you need to leave in order to heal yourself, you have my blessing. I will miss you both," Umama said.

"I will be selfish and say I do not want you to leave us," Ramonda said. "You need family around you to get better. Please give yourself time to think this through."

"I will stay until after King N'Jadaka marries Princess Yani. This will give me time to prepare for our new home."

"What will you do there?" Yani asked.

"Run a school…teach… raise Toussaint up to be a good person that Wakanda can be proud of."

"Will you stay there forever?" Sydette asked.

"I don't know."

"That's not fair!" Riki interjected.

He slammed his fists on the table.

"I promised Uncle T'Challa that I would be Toussaint's big brother. How can I do that when you go?" Riki blurted in a rage.

"Riki…" N'Jadaka said, leaning over and covering the boy's left fist.

Sydette chimed in.

"But it's true, Baba. Uncle T'Challa told us we were very important to Toussaint. He expected us to help teach him how to be a prince and love him as if he were our little brother. If Auntie Nakia leaves, we can't keep our promise," Sydette said.

Joba kept silent and watched her brother's face.

"None of this will happen for a while, so there's no need to get upset now…here, raise your glasses everyone…let's congratulate our new Princess Nakia of the Udaku clan and the Panther tribe," Yani gushed.

N'Jadaka raised his glass next to Yani's. All the adults at the table did the same. Riki jumped down from his seat and ran away from the table. The patter of his feet struck the marble floor becoming a resounding slap to the joy Yani tried to muster. Joba slid from her seat and dashed after him, calling Riki's name with aching clarity.

Shuri ran after Riki and Joba and consoled them both outside of the dining hall.

Umama glanced at N'Jadaka and he waved a hand down to keep her from leaving her seat.

"It's okay, Umama," he said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset everyone. I just wanted to share how I feel and tell you that T'Challa couldn't wait to get married. He wanted me to be his wife for so long and I guess he was afraid I would change my mind again."

Umama chuckled and stood up from her seat. She walked over to Nakia and hugged her. Ramonda joined in the hugfest. Sydette lowered her head and picked at her dessert fork.

"May I be excused to check on Riki and Joba?" Sydette asked.

Yani nodded and Sydette slid down from her seat and walked away.

"I should go check on them too," Yani said, folding away her linen napkin.

N'Jadaka lifted a hand out toward their guests.

"There will be more coffee and cake in the Tea Room. Enjoy the rest of your evening everyone. We will take our leave," he said.

Everyone else stood up as N'Jadaka clasped the fingers of Yani's right hand and escorted her out of the dining hall with her Ladies in Waiting following behind. Riki stood outside kicking a pillar and fussing with Shuri about the unfairness of everything. Joba and Sydette stood near him with fretful expressions.

"Lil Man," N'Jadaka said.

Riki stopped kicking the pillar and kept his bottom lip poked out, his eyes downcast.

"Let's go home," Yani said, holding out her free hand.

Riki reluctantly dragged his feet over and took her hand.

"Stand like a prince," N'Jadka commanded.

Riki raised his head and straightened his back. That bottom lip stayed put. The urge to tell him to fix his face the way his mother used to tell N'Jadaka as a child percolated in the king's mouth, but he allowed the boy to feel his disappointment. Sydette and Joba fell in line beside him and they strolled to an awaiting elevator.

"Do you think I should've stayed with Nakia?" Yani asked Elana and Zora back inside their home.

Elana lit up a cigar for him and Zora poured Yani a glass of wine and they all sat together in plush chairs watching the moon rise above the river lagoon surrounding the palace. Zora puffed on a thin cigarillo filled with the sickly sweet pungent odor of a Wakandan mind-altering plant. She passed it to N'Jadaka and he puffed before passing it to Yani. The effects were immediate, relaxing them all in a dull buzz of serenity. He appreciated the company of Yani's Ladies in their guest parlor. They had all grown closer in the trying times and their deference to Yani was duly noted by the nobles who envied their positions and the leeway N'Jadaka gave them around him. The rumor mill had also started up during the mourning period that he had taken them on as low-tier consorts for himself. Traditionalists took it as a sign that he had gone old school and watched his every move with wry smiles and others who knew it wasn't true vied for Elana and Zora's attention with their accomplished sons eligible for marriage. Their stock had gone up and being baddies already gave them a wide variety of high-quality men to choose from. They ate it up and shared all the juicy details with Yani and him. The insular social media of the elites adored the glimpses of photos taken of the four of them visiting parts of Wakanda to boost the morale of the nation. He had to acknowledge that they all looked amazing stepping out into the public together, and he was grateful that they carried the emotional burden of the difficult times Yani experienced mothering Joba and feeling the guilt of stepping into Disa's missing shoes. The sisterhood encouraged Yani to release that guilt. Zora constantly reminded her that Disa would've stepped up without worry if the roles were reversed because the children had been raised to see both women as their co-mothers.

"Lady Nakia is in a delicate place right now. She looks at you and King N'Jadaka and wishes her family unit was still intact. That will crush any woman with a newborn child. It is better to leave her to Queen Mother for now and seek her out after a day or two. This long celebration day was too much for her. I believe she will go away in a year and come right back once she sees that life goes on and she will miss all of you," Elana said.

N'Jadaka patted his lap and widened his thighs. Yani left her seat and sat on his lap. He rubbed on her backside and nuzzled his face in her bosom.

"It is wise for her to leave here after all that has happened? And why Haiti? She could go live in the mountains with the Jabari if the palace brings on too many memories. Her parents would love to have her back in the River Tribe territory," Zora said.

"Many people have a hard road to walk still. That evil alien stole lives and every one of us here has been touched by that. None of us can hold up a family lineage blanket and not see the holes in it from all the ones missing," Elana said.

The cathartic smoke lingered in the air like thick perfume, relaxing their minds in a glorious haze of pink smoke the color of the burning plant. A house attendant brought them small puff pastries filled with chocolate and covered in powdered sugar. He fed one to Yani and she licked warm melted chocolate from his index finger.

Yani cradled his face and licked powdered sugar from his lips. Zora turned on music from their sound system and Elana kicked up her heels, puffing on a fresh cigarillo, and linking her pinky finger with Zora's as they danced around the room, swirling their long skirts.

"Tired?" he asked Yani.

She cuddled up closer to him and sighed into his neck.

"Happy to have you like this…away from everyone."

"Everyone?" he said, glancing at her Ladies.

Yani waved a dismissive hand at Elana and Zora.

"They are so far gone. Look at them. They've smoked more, drank more…the entire nation seems to breathe again…like a new door has opened and we can all see some light finally. You've worked non-stop since the decimation. We should drink all night and get higher than that moon," she said.

She slurred her words and her glassy eyes held love within them. Her lips trembled.

"Baby?" he whispered.

Tears swelled and fell from her eyelids.

"I want to feel like them," Yani shuddered.

N'Jadaka wiped away her tears, kissed her nose, and pulled her onto her feet. He rocked against her in time to the soothing music. A Wakandan woman with a passionate alto voice sang of having fun and loving life. The beats had them stomping their feet and clapping their hands above their heads until Yani found her smile again. After an hour, he turned the music off and summoned attendants to clear away their snacks, empty wine glasses, bottles, and ash trays filled with refuse.

Zora and Elana lowered their heads to them.

"We bid you both a goodnight…finally," Zora teased, eyeing his hand squeezing Yani's backside.

N'Jadaka pretended to shove Zora away. The two women left them for their own quarters on the lower floor. Yani passed him the last cigarillo as he mashed his cigar in an empty ashtray on the end table. Sitting cozy together once more, they smoked down the cigarillo and continued watching the evening sky together, the intimacy he craved satisfied with Yani's heartbeat thumping in time with his.

"Does it feel the same?" Yani asked.

N'Jadaka took a deep breath as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the sunlight striking the water of the cove.

"Nothing has changed," he said.

The place where it all began for the two of them looked the same and his soul rejoiced at the peace that came over him. He shucked off his swim trunks and followed his naked woman into the sea.

Their children were preoccupied eating conch fritters, grilled hot dogs, and chicken roti with Aunt Leona back up at the front house, so he and Yani had that part of Our Lady's Manor in St. Thomas to themselves. Yani splashed water on him and he grabbed her by the waist, lifting and throwing her into a gentle wave. She laughed and beckoned him to swim closer, his Black mermaid back in her realm. Her breasts bounced as she shook them to tease his eyes.

They had been on the island for less than an hour before the kids were stuffing their faces with food and he was palming titties in the pristine liquid paradise. He scanned the waters to his left where the craggy rock formation led to the place he lost Yani and his children that first time. N'Jadaka had been so frightened for them and thinking about himself as a mercenary brought a chill down his royal spine.

The past was no longer prologue, and the seeds he dropped on the island had brought forth fruits to his new future. Next spring he would marry Yani and maybe a few years down the road she would let him put more babies inside the soft belly he splayed his fingers on. Lifting strong hands north along her body he gripped her breasts and played with them. She pressed her backside into his groin and his thick dick plumped up between the cleft of her ass.

Deft fingers trailed down the supple skin of her torso until they found her jeweled clit. Yani whimpered as her slippery folds were played with by an expert. They tilted their necks so that he could kiss her while he rubbed slow circular motions on the tender parts of her body. To hold and caress his future queen ignited a flame in his heart. He made a sacred vow to himself to love and honor Yani for all of their lives in that world and the next.

Their lips smacked with wet friction and he stopped tonguing her down in order to watch his fingers grow slick from her wetness. He held her breasts again, enjoying the weight in his hands. That's how it all began so long ago between them. Him asking to touch her nipples as milk ran down her breasts. He groaned thinking of touching her that first time. She had been ripe and ready for his plucking and he took Yani for himself understanding implicitly that he would never know a love like that again. Ever. All of the gods converged on that day knowing the wheels were set in motion to unite them for life.

His dick grew long and strong enough to part her folds without help from her, and he packed his dick inside her walls and pumped her pussy with harsh grunts. That first time he could only masturbate and watch her play with her pussy. Not anymore. He took what he wanted.

Another wave brushed against their legs, but not enough to push them off their footing. Yani widened her stance and he thrust harder, gripping her elbows to keep their balance in the sifting sand under their feet. The warm water made him feel like he was inside another pussy while fucking and listening to her cheeks clap.

"Fuck that dick," he gasped

Yani moaned and dropped her head forward. Her pussy was a sweet throbbing on his fat dick. Ain't no way Bast didn't form Yani's pussy to fit around his girth like that.

"Oh my God, this the best pussy….baby…fuck this dick…oh you're fucking it so good Yani…'

A nigga wasn't afraid to cry like a bitch with pussy that sugary on a big dick that knew how to work all the angles. N'Jadaka shed thug tears while talking that talk to get her to squeeze her pussy muscles the way he liked. How many dudes fought over her to have access to the pot of gold he dipped his meat in? Only N'Jadaka was the big stepper to claim his rightful ownership of the walls gripping him. A surge of boastful pride flooded over him even as tears flicked away in large droplets into the sea. This woman loved him and showed out on the dick. His toes curled over lumps of sand. How could pussy be that fucking exquisite? He couldn't even breathe anymore as the life was sucked out of him because of the gushy walls snug around his length.

Water and tears fell on Yani's ass. He gripped her hips and wrote love poems in her depths, the tip of his dick a master at transcribing scripture on tight wet walls. He grabbed her arms and pulled them back further, pumping faster, his eyes on the waves coming in. His first nut coated her walls fast and hot before he pulled her out of the ocean and forced her to bounce on his dick in reverse cowgirl on a beach blanket warmed by the honey-yellow sand. Yani rode her king, looking over her shoulder at him with a slick smile on her glossy lips. The second time he came he screamed her name as loud as he pleased while bucking his hips. No one would hear them from the front house so far up on the hillside.

Yani slithered across his chest and switched directions so that he could taste her pussy after he fucked it well. She came in his mouth and he had her on her back before his cum flooding her pussy ran back out.

They learned to work out a system to handle his stamina, so the rest of their time on the sand was spent with his dick between her breasts hard fucking her tits and cumming all over her chest. He let her swim and rinse off and then afterward he fingered her clit. Watching her face during her loud release pleased him.

After a short nap, they dressed and returned to the main house. Yani snuck off to their master bedroom to rub their special cream on her folds and inside her pussy. They walked up a familiar path to the top of the compound and ate leftover lunch with the children and Leona sharing the events on the island and the remnants of old gossip about remaining family members. He observed Yani nourishing her body heavily for more pounding after the children were put down for naps. It was good to catch up with Aunt Leona. The world was different, but she was still the same, which was what the royal family needed. Joba took an extra shine to her and the older woman had her laughing and feeling loved into wholeness.

After they ate, the children scattered before Yani could catch them.

"Come with me for a minute. I want to show you something," he said.

Yani walked with him back down to the main house. They entered the coolness and sauntered into the room where Ulysses Klaue once tried to shoot him with his arm and where greedy mercenaries attempted to end his found family. Next to the collection of ancient drums, he picked up the conch shell left to him by Namor.

N'Jadaka sat Yani down and told her everything about the ocean dweller. She listened and asked no questions until he was finished.

"When will you call him?" she said.

"Maybe after we go back to Wakanda… I dunno. I really don't want to. As long as he stays down there and we mind our business up here…I'm not itchin' to get tangled up with that dude."

"Is he more dangerous than Thanos was?"

"Thanos had a distorted sense of purpose…sympathetic righteousness. At least that's what I got from the Avengers. Imagine the biggest liberal white vegan with a magical power screaming about saving the planet. He thinks he's saving people from future ills. That's Thanos. Namor…there's no compassion for surface dwellers. He had the most 'I don't give a fuck' energy I have ever witnessed. That man does not care. He only accepts Wakanda because we act the way his people do. As long as we continue to mind our business, I don't see us being a threat to him."

"Then let's do that," Yani said, holding his hand.

He put the conch shell back on the drum shelf and checked his kimoyo beads.

"Let's get the kids," he said.

Strolling hand-in-hand to the middle house, they ran into Twyla and Bibi.

"Go get your wild children and we'll catch up later. You two look worn out," Twyla said.

She held onto Yani as N'Jadaka shook Bibi's hand.

"How are you liking island life?" he asked Bibi.

Twyla's husband grinned and touched his forehead.

"So much to see, but Aunt Leona makes me eat so much. I think I will be twice my size when I go home."

"Are the kids with you?" Yani asked, looking behind them.

"No, they were in the middle house a few minutes ago. We gave them gifts before coming out here. We're going swimming. Want to join?" Twyla asked.

"We did that earlier," he said.

Twyla looked over Yani's shoulder.

"I can't believe you brought that hellion back here on vacation," Twyla said.

She pointed to Jerome who had lodged himself comfortably in an overgrown flamboyant tree. The burnt orange foliage made his mottled green and pink skin stand out on the hanging branch.

"We couldn't come back here without him," N'Jadaka said.

"Just leave his old bossy ass here. He can keep Auntie company. See you guys later," Twyla said.

"No, no," Leona said walking down the path to hand N'Jadaka freshly washed bathroom towels. "That boy loves living his rich life in the palace. He won't want to stay here anymore. Him spoiled."

She looked at Bibi.

"Bibi, are you allergic to shellfish? I'm making us a sweet and sticky shrimp tonight for dinner."

N'Jadaka stared at Leona as a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

"I can eat anything, Auntie, as long as it isn't too spicy," Bibi said, rubbing his belly.

Leona patted his arm and shuffled back up toward her domain to prepare a lavish spread for her family.

"Bye!" Twyla said pulling Bibi toward the main beach down below.

Waving the couple off, N'Jadaka threw an arm around Yani's shoulder and entered the middle house.

"Where y'all at?" he shouted into the house.

Toys were spread on the living room floor unattended. He placed the towels on the couch and looked around more.

"Shh…"

Yani stood in the doorway of the master bedroom and wiggled her index finger to get his attention. He joined her and peeked into the bedroom. All three of the children were fast asleep on the bed. He kicked off his sandals and moved around to the side of the bed they shared. Riki and Joba were curled into twin balls facing each other and Sydette was on her stomach.

A lump lodged in N'Jadaka's throat.

"This is where it all started, Yani," he said.

"Hmm?"

"Here…this bed. You put Sweet Pea to sleep and I found her. Look at my baby now. She'll be nine next year."

He reached down and touched the frazzled curls let free from the humidity on Sydette's head. From one child to three. He gazed at Riki and Joba. A gust of hot wind flowed through the open door and tickled the back of his neck. He touched it and closed his eyes thinking he could smell the aroma of Disa's perfume riding on the wind too, reminding him that her love would surround their daughter.

Yani climbed on the bed next to Joba and he curled around Sydette. They held hands across the bodies of all three children creating a protective arc.

"We'll be okay," Yani said, reassuring him with the dulcet tones of her melodious voice.

"I know," he answered.

He watched his loved ones sleep and listened to the sounds of the sea and their calm breathing until he joined them in the bliss of slumber and sweet dreams of family.

N'Jadaka was finally rooted and free.

The Golden Jaguar rested as the world waited for his next move.

A.N.

Hey faithful readers, it's done!

The next book in the series will start next month. It's called "King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar"

[novajeon]

I'm so glad you're back!!!

For the drabble,the truth untold for jungkook, just end the drabble on a happy note I'm too sad to handle sad endings

It’s good to be back! My apologies for the wait. I hope this is up to par, but I didn’t want it rushed. I understand if it isn’t what you wanted/expected! I promise I will only get better. It has been a while 😅(Also quick note. I do NOT promote this behavior and this smut is NOT in any way meant to romanticize cheating. It is wrong regardless if you’re an idol or not and nobody deserves to be hurt by this behavior. Just because you’re famous, hot or VIP, does not give you the right to this behavior.)

Member - Jungkook

Genre - smut

Warnings - cheating! jk! unprotected sex, Jungkook fucks you in his chain… really this isn’t ‘bad’ and doesn’t go into much detail so there’s not many warnings.

❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎

Having an idol as a boyfriend comes with a certain amount of pros and cons. Pro #1 is coming very well respected. Con #1 would definitely have to be your boyfriend cheating on you with other women. Normally you wouldn’t believe such things coming from the media, but when it’s seen with your own eyes it becomes a whole different headline. “Baby please let me explain!” Is the first thing out of Jungkook’s mouth the moment your eyes meet his. At first you’re speechless. What’s there to explain? You just caught your boyfriend cheating! “Oh God.” You mumble to yourself as you stumble out the bedroom door. Jungkook could be heard down the hallway as you were walking away. “Wait! Y/n, please!” Before you make it to the stairs, Jungkook is running out of the bedroom in nothing but his boxers and chain that just so happened to have your initial on it. “Do you realize how fucking stupid you look right now, Jungkook? Chasing after me in your boxers after fucking some whore in our bed?”

What made him think that he had any reason to waste your time at this point? “Baby please-“

“Should I leave?” His mistress questions, looking quite confused and embarrassed as she glances between both you and Jungkook. “You fucking think?” You respond leaving the mysterious women speechless as she walks down the stairs and right out your front door. You couldn’t help but scoff. She saw herself out the door? This has happened more than once. Not that she’s that stupid and couldn’t figure out how to leave, but she was far too comfortable inside your house. She knew her way around it.

“How many times, Kook?” Silence took over. “I said how many times?” Your voice was louder this time. Jungkook couldn’t look you in the face. He turned away from you holding onto the railing of the stairs. Guilt began taking over. “A couple.” He said so quietly you had to ask him to repeat himself. When he said it again your heart broke at what you already knew. “I fucking knew it. I knew you were fucking around on me. You fucking asshole!” You yell, storming off to the bedroom.

Jungkook follows catching the door you were trying to slam in his face. “Y/n what are you doing?” He asked when he saw you grab your bag out of the closet. “Oh me?” You throw you bag on the king sized bed you had just caught him and his mistress on before announcing to him your decision. “I’m fucking leaving you. I’m done.” His eyes widen, trying to shake off what you just said but the little voice in his head keeps repeating the words you just spat. “You’re what?” He asks. “You heard me the first time and I’m not repeating myself again. I’m fucking done with you constantly sleeping around on me, acting like I’m not good enough for you, fucking women in OUR bed in the house that WE built together. So now you can have all the hoes you want, baby because I’m done.” But when you go to open the closet door, Jungkook stops you. His hand gripping your wrist and pinning your body against the wall.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“You’re not leaving me.”

His teeth gritted together as his free hand squeezes your cheeks together forcing your eyes on his. “You’ve tried to leave before and look where that got you. You’re going to put your bag away and we’re going to fix this like the adults we are.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint where the sudden sexual tension came from. Rather it was his hand squeezing your two cheeks together, your body being pinned against the wall, or maybe your intuition saying ‘this is fixable.’ All you really knew was that you needed him and you needed him bad but you weren’t going to let him know it. “Don’t even try to blame this on me. I give you all of me all the fucking time and you have the nerve to hurt me like this.” You tell him. Tears fill up your eyes as you do your best to look away from his. “I’m not blaming you for shit! I’m sorry that you give me all of you and I never give you me. I still want you, y/n.” Jungkook says. “So, what’s your excuse then huh? Because you better not play the ‘I don’t fuck you enough’ card because me and you both know that’s bullshit. I fuck you at least three times a week, if not more, sometimes twice a day.” Jungkook looks down, releasing the grip he had on your body and taking a step back. He shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand through hair. “There isn’t one. You’re not to blame here and neither is the sex that we have. You always are amazing. Like I said, I wish I could show you me and give you me but I’ve never been good at doing that. And I’m sorry.”

The sex between you and Jungkook was more than amazing. Considering the fact you never had to fake an orgasm once like you had to with your ex. And what hurts you the most is Jungkook still made it seem so passionate even when he was cheating. How is that love? You wonder. “So what are we gonna do, Jungkook? Are we gonna fuck all night and every time this happens until we finally get it right? Are you even gonna stick around long enough to even give and show yourself to me? You can’t keep using sex as an excuse to fix what’s broken.” Maybe the two of you are sex addicts or just hardcore Sadists and Masochists. He hurts you so bad and for some reason you can’t get enough of it. Or maybe this is just one hell of a wake up call! “It’s not an excuse if it actually works this time.” Jungkook slowly walks up to you with the mischievous smile on his face that you knew all too well. “Well is it gonna?” You asked. You would find out. You would spend the rest of the night working out your problems in the bedroom, screaming, crying, and hoping this would be it.

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“Keep fucking doing that, yes, oh my God!” You moaned, his hands gripping the sheets above your head as he has both your legs pinned down with his while thrusting into you from above. His cock not failing to hit that little spot inside of you each time he pushes his way through your tight walls causing little sparks of joy to shoot up your spine. “Yeah you like that, huh? You like when I’m deep inside it?” He teases, his pace becoming faster as his hands make their way to yours. For some reason, even though a fucked out Jeon Jungkook was literally on top of you, you couldn’t help but hypnotize yourself from the chain with the initial ‘y/n’ around his neck that was dangling in your face. The left side of your brain couldn’t help but think about the your own initial dangling in the other woman’s face as he was with her but the right side of your brain kept telling you to stop hurting yourself that way. “Oh f-fuck.” You threw your head back, eyes rolling back into your skull as you have completely given up at this point. Jungkook smirks, sitting up on his knees before trailing his fingertips along your hands, down your arms, to your chest, all the way down until they gripped your hips. “That always gets ya doesn’t it, baby?” He references your reaction to his chain. He knows how you feel about it and how you feel about him wearing it during sex.

“E-every time.. f-fuck.”

“Think about that next time you wanna leave me.”

Your hazy eyes look up to meet his seeing his messy hair sticking to his face and that damn chain swaying back and forth and you couldn’t keep any composure. “D-did you fuck her with it on?” You asked. So much for listening to your brain. “Did you let my fucking name dangle in her face as you fucked her?” You ask again. Jungkook shakes his head, his thrusts increasing as you notice a change in his demeanor. “Lier.” You mumble, but it was mumbled loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “I didn’t let her see the god damn chain because I always fucked her from behind.” Jungkook grips your throat pulling your face close to his. “This is your chain, not hers.” The image of Jungkook having some girl bent over in your bed was too much for you to handle. It was devastating. But at least she never got to experience the good ol' chain dangle, right?

“How romantic, Jeon.” You roll your eyes. “I’m only romantic when I’m with you. Otherwise I’m just a man whore.” You try to think about how instead of doing what any normal woman would have done and walked out on the man who constantly cheats on you, you’re laying underneath him letting him slut you out hoping it fixes the obvious. “You need fucking therapy, Kook!” You spat. Your emotions getting the best of you but your emotions don’t matter right now. His cock pushing deep inside you as his tattooed hand presses down on your lower belly does. “You are my therapy, now shut up and take what I’m trying to give you.”

He was fucking you so good that you were almost too dumb to speak. You couldn’t find the simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers in the back of your silly little brain to answer him back with. All you could do was lay there and take it like you always do. “W-wanna cum.” You mumble out, “what’s that?” He asks. You respond with a loud, annoyed groan because he knew all too well what you had said. You were in no mood for his games. “Cum, w-wanna cum.” Jungkook smiles, his body leaning on top of yours as he kisses the corners of your open mouth. “Cum for me, baby girl.” The infamous words that always made you explode with pleasure strike again. It takes Jungkook a solid three more thrusts inside your squirting pussy before be released uncontrollably inside of you. His tattooed hand roams your body from your face, down to your chest squeezing your boobs, down to your hip bones where he always rubs them. “You still with me?” He pants. You nod your head having absolutely no energy to talk.

“I’m sorry baby. I promise I’ll change. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

•end•

Let me know if there are any typos!

[bangtan-in-black]

Fruits of my labour // chapter 3

“Eomma, you're squeezing too tight.” Douhyun moans, trying to release himself desperately from his mothers grasp.

“I am sorry baby but eomma needs to protect you.” You can't help yourself but to squeeze him tighter.

“It’s too tight, just a little looser please” Douhyun asks.

“Ok baby, I am sorry.” you let him go slightly but keep him close to you.

“Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to sleep.” Yerum moans grumpily.

“Do you miss him hyung?” Douhyun whispers, looking at his brother's back moving along with his breathing.

“Of course I do. Douhyun, what kind of question is that?” Yerums breathing speeds up. His tone shakes slightly. You could tell he was close to crying.

“We all do baby, that's why you're sleeping in eomma’s bed tonight, so you don't feel so alone.” You don't want to tell him the real reason why you're keeping him so close, that what happened to his brother could happen to him. You needed to keep your boys close to you, you werent gonna lose them as well.

You weren't going to sleep anyway, how could anyone sleep in the situation you were currently in?

“Taehyung, I see you’ve brought a guest. How’re you doing, little guy?” The man asks, smiling at the shy child who grabs his fathers coat and hides behind his back.

“Hyungsik, this is Hoseok, Hoseok is daddy’s husband. You know what that is?” Taehyung peeks at the little boy who looks up back at his father and nods.

“You know Jimin and Yoongi are not going to be happy about this don’t you?” Hoseok glances up at Tae before turning his attention back to Hyungsik who was still hiding behind the comfort of his father.

“To be honest, Hyung, that is the least of my worries, I need to get my little man to sleep. We've had quite the day haven't we son?”

“I had so much fun appa! I loved it so much.”

“I'll talk to Yoongi and Jimin in a bit, just let me put my son down for the night.” Taehyung practically pleads with his husband.

“Very well, but please don't let it be known that I knew about this. You know what it's like when those two get angry.” Hoseok jokes earning a light chuckle from Taehyung.

“You'll be in the room though, nevermind this little guy it's nearly Jinnie’s bedtime, you know the rules.”

“Once Jinnie is tired we are all tired.” The two men synchronise, ending their conversation with a peck on the lips, Taehyung and Hyungsik head off to put Hyungsik to bed.

“Appa?” Hyungsik’s small voice calls from under the sheets.

“What is it, my son?” Taehyung, who was just about to leave before his son called out for him, sat next to Hyungsik on the massive king sized bed.

“I really enjoyed today but shouldn't I be going home? Eomma will miss me otherwise.”

Taehyung nods thoughtfully at his son, Hyungsiks words pulling on his heart strings, but he can't bring himself to tell his son the truth, that his eomma couldn't look after him like his appa could. Taehyung had more money, and more time to make sure his son had everything he needed.

So he lied.

“Actually baby, eomma said you should stay with me for awhile, how does that sound?” Taehyung questions while stroking his son's hair.

“It sounds good appa,” Hyungsik says, yawning half way through his sentence.

“You get some rest my son, I promise there's another fun day ahead tomorrow.”

Just as Taehyung got up to leave, Hyungsik asked him another question.

“What about my hyungs? Why aren't they here spending time with us as well?”

Taehyung could have sworn he heard his heart shatter into 3 million pieces.

“Well son, if your brothers were here with us as well, eomma would be lonely right?” Taehyung treads carefully, he was unsure if what he was saying was the right thing to ease the little boy's curiosity.

“Yeah, you're right appa, goodnight appa. I love you”

And just like that, the 3 million pieces of his heart were back together again and Taehyung felt like he was walking on clouds.

Never before had he felt this type of euphoria. It came close when he married the loves of his life but not quite, this was stronger. The happiest he's ever been, he's sure of it.

“I love you too son, sleep tight. What would you like for breakfast in the morning?” Taehyung catches himself asking.

Hyungsik was half asleep, Taehyung wanted to laugh. If he didn't have the DNA results he would've thought he'd picked up Yoongi hyungs kid by mistake.

Taehyung turns to leave but before he does he hears a gentle “Bacon n’ eggs please appa.”

But even with his half asleep quiet voice,Taehyung heard. “Ok son, i'll ask Seokjin to make it the best ever for you.”

Taehyung didn't get a response after that.

He smiled at his son one last time before quietly shutting his door and heading to the top floor of the manor where his and his husbands bedroom was.

“Ahh there he is,” His oldest Hyung sighs in relief whilst checking his watch. “What took you so long? And where were you all day?” If Taehyung didn't know any better he'd say his older husband looked annoyed, but Taehyung did know better. Seokjin was teasing him. He loved to do that to all of them and none of them have ever complained. They love him too much to complain.

But nevertheless he was going to answer Seokjin’s question, it actually gave him a perfect opening. God, he loved his hyung so much.

“Haha very funny,” Taehyung played along, admittedly quite nervous for the reactions of the men in the room, but it was now or never.

“I was spending the day with Hyungsik.” Taehyung responds, waiting for a response from the room.

“Who's Hyungsik again? Is he that really hot bodyguard that keeps checking you out because I swear to god if it's him Kim Taehyung you're going to have a man's blood on your hands.” Jungkook seethed,

“Are you jealous Jungkookie?” Seokjin teases, the oldest teasing the youngest.

“No it's he who needs to be jealous after all, Taehyung is ours. Not some greasy ex trash man.”

“Anyways, would you like to continue Taehyung.” Namjoon says, putting down his book to glance at Taehyung. Once glance and Namjoon knew there was more.

“Hyungsik is my son.”

The room stared at him in silence for a few moments and then both Jimin and Yooongi started shouting at Taehyung.

“What do you mean you were spending time with your son!?” - Jimin

“We had a plan, remember Taehyung?!” - Yoongi

The two continue to yell for a few more seconds before Namjoon shushes them.

“You two need to calm down, although I agree with their sentiment. You knew this was important to them, Taehyung. Why would you go without them?”

Taehyung sighs before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I'm really sorry and I know it was selfish but I couldn't stand the thought of my son out there without me being in his life. I am willing to do anything to make it up to you, I'll even sleep in the guest room and I'll rewrite the whole plan. But please, know that I am sorry but I did what needed to be done. You should've seen the state of the woman he was left with while his mother went out for ice cream. Your boys are safe for now I promise and they'll be safe until we go to collect them.”

“When will we collect them?” Hoseok asks

“Tonight.” says Jin, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Yoongi, Jimin, you'll meet your sons tonight.”

[dragonlover123a]

Overprotective

10ft Vash the Stampede

4'11 Meryl Stryfe

"Do we have to Mayfly?" Vash whined, "I know sandsteamers are the fastest way to November, but I have the worst luck with public transportation. Even now."

Meryl chuckled, leaning affectionately into her husband's side from her mount, a genetically specialized Tomas her brother-in-law made so she could relatively keep up with Vash at his much larger size named KoKo. "I know Angel, but we're already a week behind schedule because of the storm and you know how my boss can get when I'm late for my bi-annual visit to the office"

Vash sighed, wrapping his long arm around his wife's small shoulders as he looked up at the humpback class sandsteamer in front of them. "I guess. But what about KoKo here?" He asked, gleefully running his free hand through the Tomas' cyan mane when she pressed against his leg at her name, clearly asking for attention too. "I don't want to leave her here"

"Most humpback class sandsteamers have stables for Toma. It costs a little extra, but she'll be safe." Meryl said, patting her mount's neck, which earned a small trill of content.

"What about Stampede Suites?" Vash asked. "I don't want you to be cramped because of me."

Meryl smiled. Stampede Suites where specialized hotel rooms made specially for Vash to comfortably fit his much larger frame. He felt it was more than he deserved and would be perfectly happy on a small twin sized cot, but she knew he only paid for Stampede Suites for her comfort more than for his own.

"I highly doubt it. The S.S. Prosper is almost as old as the Flourish. New enough that the emergency brake issue has been fixed, but too old to have a Stampede Suite, even as an annexed room." Meryl explained. "But it'll be okay Vash. I'll be fine to share a king size mattress with you. It's just for the night." She assured him, giving his much larger hand a comforting squeeze.

Vash sighed again before picking Meryl up and taking KoKo's reigns as he started up the gangplank. "Alright, let's go."

Soon enough, KoKo was settled into a stable and Vash and Meryl where in a decently sized first class room. Or at least decently sized for a human. Despite the high ceiling, Vash was still hunch over quite a bit

"Mayfly are you sure this is the biggest room on the steamer?" He asked, his palm flat on the ceiling as if pressing up against it would give him more space to stand more comfortably.

Meryl smiled in amusement, getting up from the bed and reached up to take his free hand in her own. "I'm sure. C'mon, let's get some sleep." She said, tugging him closer to the bed.

Vash smiled down at her, letting his wife lead him to the bed, but couldn't help but grimace when the bed creaked under his weight when he sat down on it. "Geez they couldn't've at least reenforced it? I feel like it's going to collapse if I have another nightmare..." He said, quickly taking off his long red duster with practiced ease and unbuckling his boots before kicking them off.

"Not everyone is 10 feet tall and weighs more than a Tomas." Meryl replied, shedding her own cloak and boots before climbing onto the bed, standing on the mattress so she could plant a kiss on his jaw.

The smile returned to his face as he turned his head to face her, stealing a quick peck on the lips before scooping her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Yeah but it's all muscle" he playfully retorted

"And metal" she added, tapping his left pec where the metal grate was welded into. "If you had anymore metal I'd have to start calling you a robot"

Vash chuckled, kissing her forehead before pressing his own against where he just kissed. "I'm rubbing off on you Mayfly. But you have to work on your jokes. That was pretty terrible"

Meryl just rolled her eyes and patted his chest. "Anyway. Summon your wings. It's the 15th today" she instructed, trying to sit up in his arms.

"Aw do I have to? The room is so small." Vash whined, holding her tighter

Once a month, Meryl helped him preen his wings. Fixing crooked feathers and helping him get rid of old ones to make room for new, healthy feathers. Something that Knives very clearly instructed her she had to do, otherwise he could get sick like he did in LR Town after the Legato incident.

"Yes. You do. If Knives wrings me out because I'm not making sure you're taking care of yourself, I'm throwing you under the steamer with me"

Vash pouted at her for a moment before setting her on the bed, standing up as best he could and summoned his wings, casting the room in a soft turquoise and golden glow before sitting down on the floor in front of Meryl, letting her run her hands through his wings. As much as he complained about the preening, he did have to admit that feeling his wife's small hands run through his thick golden feathers was really nice...

After a while of Meryl preening his wings, Vash found himself dozing off when the sandsteamer gave an all too familiar lurch. He let out a very inhuman growl, much more inhuman than he meant.

Vash really had the worst luck with public transportation.

Meryl paused what she was doing when she heard him growl. Usually she loved it when he growled, especially in bed. But this wasn't a playful growl, it was a frustrated one.

"Vash? What's wrong?" She asked, smoothing out some feathers.

"BadLads" he answered simply

"Again? Let me grab my cloak" she said, starting to get up.

In an instant, Vash had turned around, catching her small wrists with one hand and her waist with the other. "No Meryl... It's too dangerous."

"What do you mean too dangerous?" Meryl whisper shouted, her brows furrowing as she freed a hand from her husband's loose grip to pull at his ear in irritation. "I've helped take BDN down before!"

Normally Vash would ham it up and act like Meryl tugging at his ear actually hurt, but now he was more worried about protecting her, and the people on the ship. "I know... It's just that... Last time I dealt with Neon he promised that he'll kill me"

"But he can't kill you. You're immortal"

"I know. But I don't want him to figure that out and then kidnap you to try to hurt me." He told her, cupping her cheek in his hand. Well, her head, as his palm was much bigger than it. "So please Meryl. Stay here and stay safe. For me." Vash asked, glowing eyes pleading.

Begrudgingly, Meryl nodded as she leaned into his hand. "Alright. I'll stay hidden" she said.

Vash smiled, gently tilting Meryl's chin upwards so he could press his lips against hers. "That's my Mayfly" he whispered softly, pressing his forehead against hers before standing again, rolling his neck and shoulders, letting his markings and wings disappear into his skin, allowing the room to fall into darkness, save for his eyes. Grabbing the scarlet coat, Vash quickly put it on and headed out into the hallway. "I'll be back soon"

Meryl sighed as the door shut behind him and she heard his heavy boots disappear down the hall. She knew Vash would be fine. He was immortal after all. Yes he could be hurt, and the scars and metal that littered his skin was proof of that, but he couldn't be killed. Still, she felt useless sitting here in the dark.

Minutes turned into hours and Meryl was getting antsy. She promised Vash that she would stay here and stay hidden. But it would only be a matter of time before the gang would find her in the room.

With a decisive huff, Meryl grabbed her cloak and put it on before sneaking out of the room as quietly as she could. She knew Vash wouldn't be happy with her for throwing herself into danger like this, but it was still technically her job to make sure he didn't cause too much damage. Besides, she could handle him getting upset with her, and he was never upset with her for long. He knew that if she made up her mind about something, there was no changing it. That was something they had in common.

Only he was an unstoppable force of nature. Meryl thought to herself. Something about Plants self actualizing their names or something? She wasn't sure.

Being careful not to make any noise, Meryl snuck down the hall. Towards where, she wasn't sure. She knew she had to find Vash. It wasn't like her to not have a plan, but her worry for her husband was eating her up inside.

"You! Stop there!"

Meryl froze. Shit...

She had only three options right now, and none of them were good. Draw her weapons and fight, surrender, or run. If she fought, their numbers would quickly overpower her, and if she ran, she'd be surrounded. Either way, she would most likely be brought before Brilliant Dynamite Neon.

Why didn't she just listen to Vash? She asked herself, mentally kicking herself as one of Neon's men took her by the arms and forced her forward. "I'm going, I'm going! Ease up asshole!" She growled at the man

To her surprise, his grip turned gentle. "Right. I'm sorry ma'am. Mr Neon specifically asked for you. I'm sorry for this... I really am" he said softly.

This surprised Meryl, and confused her greatly. "Why are you being so nice about this?"

The man sighed under the mask as he lead her down the hall. "Money's tight, okay? And Mr Neon pays pretty fairly. I was desperate for a job and there was an opening." He explained. "But he caught word that the Humanoid Typhoon was onboard the steamer and decided to make due on a promise he made like, 20 years ago. Which is dumb if you ask me. But when he caught up to the guy he saw what he turned into and ordered us to find you."

"The hell does he want from me?" Meryl demanded as they stopped in front of a set of doors.

"He didn't say... But whatever happens, I'm sorry" The man told her, sounding honest as he pushed her through.

She stumbled through the doors and large hand steadied her. Looking up, she was hoping it was her husband, but she felt her heart sink with dread when she saw who it was.

"Well look who it is. Now this party can really get started."

Meryl tensed when the hand grabbed her by her collar and lifted her up to face Vash on the other side, who was seething in anger. She tried calling out to him, but couldn't get a sound out before she felt his gun press against her temple.

"Turns out, your beau is an immortal god and I can't make due on the promise I made to him." Neon sneered into her ear. "And I don't break my promises. Such a shame... I hate to waste a pretty face"

Meryl cringed as she heard the gun powered up, waiting for her brains to splatter on the deck below. But it never came. Instead, she heard only two words echo in her head, and she knew everyone else heard it as well.

DROP HER

The next few moments where a frenzy of chaos. All she could tell was that she fell to the metal floor and a heavy weight had settled over her. Blinking, Meryl looked up as much as she could. From her perspective, the leader of the BadLads was cowering in fear across the room and Vash had crouched over her in a protective, feral stance, his wings spread out and wide to make himself seem even bigger and more intimidating than before.

Meryl had to do something. She had to calm him down. When Vash got like this, he became a massive angelic like monster who had four arms (well, technically three, as one was amputated) and more wings and eyes then she could count. Yes for the most part he could control the transformation and kept his mind, but sometimes he couldn't and became feral. She really didn't need him to grow to the size of a steamer while they where still in it.

Reaching forward, she grabbed his natural arm, hugging it tight and tried her best to ignore the fast growing feathers that threatened to bury her. "Vash! Vash, I'm okay! Please... I'm okay. I'm safe"

The arm she was holding moved, scooping her into it as she laid her head in his hand. "Meryl?"

She smiled at him, reaching up to touch his face, being careful not to accidentally poke the extra eyes that appeared on his cheeks in his protective rage. "That's right Angel. It's me. I'm safe" Meryl assured him as he closed the extra eyes, making them disappear into his skin.

"Well then" BDN stated, his voice still shaking from fear despite clearly trying to put on a bravado facade for his men. "If you're done with your fancy show of power, me and my men will take our leave. This party ain't fun anymore"

Vash looked up at him, growling out what Meryl could only assume was a string of curses in his native tongue before standing to his full height and setting her down behind him.

"What? You wanna duel again? You have your woman and we didn't kill that many people." Neon challenged, standing to his own full height. It might've been impressive in the past compared to Vash, but now he just looked ridiculously small.

The red clad gunslinger didn't speak, and only bared his sharp teeth as he walked towards the gang leader, making it a point to force him to crane his neck to continue looking him in the eyes.

Neon's eyes widened as his voice faltered to silence. He definitely fucked up. And now he was staring into the eyes of the Humanoid Typhoon. Screw the Diablo, these where the eyes of an angry god.

"Look... I'm sorry. I gave you back your wo-"

He couldn't get the rest of his sentence out before a massive heavy boot landed on his chest, pushing him through the door behind him and sending him flying a few yarz.

Neon landed on his back, his head bouncing off the metal floor, causing his vision to go blurry. All he could see when he looked up was two glowing orbs high above him

"You steal from innocent people. You kill with no remorse and you steal what's mine" Vash growled, towering above the man as he lifted his boot and brought it down hard on his arm, earning a loud crack and a scream in pain.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Please don't kill me!" Neon pleaded, writhing in pain from his broken arm.

Vash snarled, moving his foot to his chest and put his weight down on the man as he leaned down to get in his face. "That woman is mine. These people are mine. If you hurt anyone else, I will hunt you down. Understand?"

"Cr-crystal"

Vash scoffed, but removed his foot, reaching into his jacket pocket to toss Beramy a roll of bandages and gauze to take care of his boss's broken arm before going back to where Meryl was.

"How bad is the damages?" She asked

Vash gave her a lopsided grin. "I didn't break any of the steamer if that's what you meant. So it should be a fairly easy report" he assured her, ruffling her hair.

"What did you do to him? I heard screaming" Meryl asked, swatting his hand away

"Nothing to bad. I just convinced him not to steal anymore"

Meryl gave him a look of disbelief, but decided to drop it. She knew what he was capable of, and she also knew that when he injured someone out of anger, he didn't like too talk about.

"Anyway!" Vash suddenly blurted out, spurring Meryl out of her thoughts. "It's late. And you have to go straight from the station to the office when we get to November in the morning" He stated, kneeling down in front of her and offering his arms to her.

Meryl smiled at him and took his offer, letting him pick her up and set her on his hip as he walked back to their room.

She hummed softly as he wrapped his other arm around her, pressing her small frame closer to himself.

Vash really was overprotective of her. But she wouldn't trade it for the world.

[pocarinapyon]

[🧸] Fireworks and Anxiety (Childe / Kaveh)

In which the reader has anxiety over fireworks and any explosive sounds. Now that everyone is welcoming the new calendar year, people started to get festive and set off fireworks as part of the ceremony.

But of course, your beloved won’t let you suffer from your dilemma.

Starring : Childe, Kaveh (Separate); Teucer (Minor / Mention)

Tags / Warnings : 🧸 [Comfort] Mentions of guns and explosives; Implications of anxiety and/or trauma related to the sounds of fireworks (trauma could be from gunshots / explosives / accident related to fireworks / etc); A bit of a grotesque imagery; Actually… It’s like an auditory anxiety; The Genshin hubbies comfort me you through various means❤️; These are short scenarios only though 🥺; No beta readers so I'm sorry for grammatical / spelling mistakes; Stray cuss words; Getting sleepy...; As per usual… Petnames (if it bothers you); Mentions of Childe's real name (Childe = Ajax)

Links : Pinned Post, Fireworks and Anxiety(Albedo/Alhaitham), Moral Support (Albedo)

Target audience is gender neutral

To whoever is reading, I hope you are doing well and please enjoy.

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🐇 Childe

Staying in a house with kids for the holidays, you trained well to refrain yourself from blurting out any cuss words. After all, you didn't want your boyfriend's family to have a bad impression on you. The first few days were fine until the last day of the calendar year came and people started to set-off fireworks.

"Shit...!" from the sound of another firework, you squeaked as the image of a flying humanoid ruin machine firing missiles at you haunted your mind.

Just a few months ago, your innards and flesh nearly scattered everywhere from being hit by exploding projectiles of an unsuspecting machine. Had you known the supposed immobile flying automation was still active, you wouldn't have approached it out of curiosity. It was a good thing you were skilled enough to dodge the explosives that your boyfriend was able to find you alive before he shot down the pesky robot.

"That's a bad word!" Teucer scolded you while giggling at your naughty behavior.

"Teucer, you know big [brother / sister] doesn't like fireworks so they would sometimes accidentally say some bad words. You'll have to forgive them if they say some bad words," Ajax gently explained to Teucer in your defense.

"Ahahaha...sorry, Teucer. It won't happen again, I promise," trying to sound unbothered by the booming sounds of fireworks, your laugh came out dryly as you replied to your boyfriend's little brother. To this, Teucer pouted but gave an approving nod anyway.

Fear and stress were written in your face and from this, Teucer understood your predicament. Wanting to be helpful, he squeezed himself between you and your lover to give you a big warm embrace.

"Aw... Big [brother / sister], are you afraid of fireworks? Fireworks are loud but they're not scary. Big brother told me it's safe as long as you're far away from where people are setting them off! They are very colorful and pretty in the sky!" Teucer cheerfully explained in an attempt to give you an objective point of view.

"Yes, I'm sure. In Inazuma, we have a friend whose job is to make fireworks. She can make various designs and also pretty colors too," you replied, the tone of your voice soft from the panic still coursing through your veins.

The wholesome conversation with the young lad paired with his friendly hug helped ground you as it distracted you from the loud noises. Ajax smiled from seeing how you and Teucer acted kindly towards each other and from there, he knew you were calming down.

After a few hours, most of the people decided to hit the sack and that included Ajax's siblings. Even then there were one or two fireworks setting off every ten minutes and with Teucer soundly asleep in his bedroom, you were back to your skittish self.

"Hey... It's okay, sweetheart...," Ajax cooed as he snuggled with you on his king-size bed.

"Heh... Hehe... Darn it... I feel pathetic...," you sighed in defeat, laughing dryly as you lost control of your emotions and thoughts once again.

"No, you're not. Everybody is afraid of something. There's nothing to be ashamed of it," Ajax replied softly while caressing your hair.

"Yeah, but I wasn't like this, Ajax. I wasn't afraid of fireworks until that - that thing attacked...!" you whined as uncontrollable tears streamed down your face from the image of a ruin hunter preying on poor you.

"You're safe, my sweet. It's what matters," was all Ajax could answer.

You and your lover remained in a silent cuddle. No words were exchanged between you two yet your hearts shared the same rhythm as you found yourself at peace from his loving and secure arms.

"Hey... You said everybody's afraid of something but I don't think you're afraid of anything at all," you remarked, finding your boyfriend's courage to be admirable.

"I am afraid of something," Ajax replied with a chuckle.

"Really?" with big curious eyes, you asked.

"Yeah," Ajax answered as he brought his lips close to your ears. With every phrase, he peppered your face with kisses, "I'm scared... I'm scared of losing the ones I love and I'll do everything to protect my family."

In a tender touch, he tilted your head so your eyes met his blue ones.

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"That includes you, [Your name]. You're my future family."

With that, Ajax gave you a tender goodnight kiss on the lips.

🐇 Kaveh

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"You're shaking...," Kaveh remarked as he felt your body tremble from the fireworks that set off from afar.

"Am I...? It's... It's just cold...," you answered sheepishly, hoping your boyfriend would accept the silly excuse you just uttered.

The sky brightened once more with vibrant colors before another explosive sound echoed from the night sky. It would have been a romantic date for you and Kaveh if only you weren't afraid of the fireworks noises.

'No one's going to get hurt. No one's going to get hurt,' you kept telling yourself to hide your anxiety but by now, Kaveh already figured out what was going on with you.

"I'm sorry. I think we should return home now," concerned Kaveh suggested.

You could see your beloved getting anxious as well and you wish you could calm down at the snap of a finger so your boyfriend wouldn't fret over you. Sadly, you found yourself agitating over another set of fireworks that lit the dark sky.

"Is it the sound that's making you feel scared?" still concerned, Kaveh asked as he found you unable to respond to any of his previous statements from fear.

You bit your lips in distress. It wouldn't have mattered to you if you were the only one suffering from anxiety. But seeing your sweet Kaveh panic over your condition made you feel bad for being afraid of something aesthetically pleasing just because of a measly noise.

"Yeah... I don't like hearing fireworks...," you admitted meekly, feeling pathetic from having such a stupid fear. "Don't get me wrong! I - I love watching fireworks. It's just the noise that bothers me..."

From the way you spoke, Kaveh noticed the self-degrading thoughts flooding your mind and he opted to distract you from them.

"So, you think the fireworks are pretty?" Kaveh confirmed, hugging you in a warm embrace to help calm your nerves.

"Yeah, I do but - eep!"

Kaveh used your hands to cover your ears as he guided you back to the house. You couldn't help but feel disappointed in yourself for ruining a perfect date with your beloved Kaveh. If you didn't have that stupid fear of fireworks noises, you and Kaveh would be having a great time outside.

You sat on the sofa defeated. Despite Kaveh's kind words and insistence, you felt miserable for being such a killjoy. Staring blankly on the floor, you wondered if Kaveh would still want to date you after what happened tonight.

"Surprise~" Kaveh said as he placed something over your ears.

"Huh?" you squeaked, realizing how majority of the noises were muted out by the device. Your lips curl into a smile knowing the sounds of the fireworks won't bother you anymore.

"They're noise canceling earpieces similar to the ones Alhaitham uses. Oh wait, can you hear me?" Kaveh asked.

You couldn't clearly hear what Kaveh said but you could make them out from how his lips moved. In response, you shook your head a 'no' as you figured he was asking if you heard him.

"Really? That's good! That way, you would be able to enjoy the fireworks without worrying over the sound! Although I think it's not safe if you can't hear anything near your vicinity. You still need to be careful and alert always so muting everything isn't really a good idea," Kaveh blabbered.

You simply smiled at Kaveh, not hearing exactly what he was going on about but based on his expression, he seems to be warning you about the earpieces.

"Oops. I forgot you couldn't hear me. I love you," Kaveh said.

"I love you too," you replied.

"Huh?? Wait! I thought you couldn't hear me??" unbelieving, Kaveh asked curiously.

"I couldn't. But I felt you were telling me you loved me so I told you I loved you too," you answered the flabbergasted Kaveh with a chuckle.

"Ah. That makes sense," Kaveh replied before pecking your cheeks. "Now, why don't we enjoy the evening and watch the fireworks? We can grab some more grub while walking around the area. If you still feel like the noise is too much, we can just stay in bed and cuddle," Kaveh suggested.

"Anywhere is fine as long as I'm with you."

Kaveh smiled before wrapping you in a warm embrace followed by a loving kiss.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have a pineapple 🍍.

Are there still people setting off fireworks where I live? Yes. Yes, there are.

[yourfellowhuman07]

Medical Practices

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

Hordak have never been to a doctor in his life, nor did he want to; however, after some convincing, he agreed. They know nothing about his illness nor how to treat it, so they need the advice of a professional. Now he and Entrapta are traveling to a doctor's office on a nearby planet, all the while King Micah is reluctantly chaperoning.

*Part Two to Where Do We Go Know?*

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I'm back from the dead.

Sorry, I've been gone for so long. After my vacation, it's been hard to spew out the words on my laptop. Sorry, this chapter is small. Thanks for reading!

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Chapter 1: An Inconvenient Arrangement

Entrapta rubbed her eyes as she sat up on her large bed. She could only see the lavender sheets stretched across her large, circular bed surrounded by thick, maroon curtains. She heard the door to her bedroom swish open, unaware of who was entering. She listened to the sound of leather-soled shoes rustling against the carpet. Her curtains slowly opened, revealing a tall figure with glowing, crimson eyes carrying a tray.

“Good morning, Princess.” Hordak mused in a low, yet inviting, voice.

“Good morning, Lab Partner.” Entrapta yawned, still groggy from waking up.

Hordak took off his boots and sat next to Entrapta. He placed a tray filled with miniature pancakes on her lap and turned on the lights.

“Have you already eaten?” Entrapta asked, starting on the mini pancakes on the tray.

“No, but it would only be in vain. I doubt I would be able to keep anything down due to the schedule for the day.” Hordaks ears drooped.

“Hordak, you’ll be fine. I’ve got you one of the best doctors in the Eternian star system. I promise they will take good care of you.” Entrapta wrapped her fingers around his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you, Princess.” The couple laced their fingers together, a difficult task given their size difference.

“Did you sleep well last night?” She asked between mouthfuls.

“I always sleep well when lying next to you, Starlight. The Alliance is still letting us borrow Darla, correct?”

“Yeah, but there is one drawback. The Alliance won’t let us go without an escort.”

“Who have they chosen?” He asked, disdain coating his words.

“King Micah, Glimmer’s dad.”

Hordak’s ears pinned against his head as all the blood fell from his face. Micah hated Hordak, evident from the dirty looks he gave Hordak, and how he avoided Hordak like the plague. Hordak didn’t blame him. He would hate himself too, if one of his inventions trapped his beloved in between dimensions. Hordak was also aware of his banishment to Beast Island. During a battle, after Hordak started to focus more on his portal, King Micah was captured, but before anyone told him, Shadow Weaver sent him to Beast Island. Hordak knew of the witch’s past with the monarch but never thought she would send him to that accursed island. He conveniently found out after the war when Shadow Weaver was dead and gone. He really should have fired her ages ago. He shouldn’t have employed her in the first place.

Nevertheless, Micah was furious with him, and Hordak couldn’t blame him.

“What’s wrong? Micah’s not going to try and fight you. Just don’t go anywhere with him alone.”

“It is not that I am worried he will fight me. I just do not want him to be there, especially today.”

“Come on, Micah is nice. He was always respectful to me, and I was a part of the Horde.”

Hordak gave her a small smile. While her sins could never match his, he appreciated the sentiment.

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Micah sat in the cockpit of the ship as it flew to Dryl. He didn’t want to be doing this. He wished he was in Brightmoon sleeping in and being with his friends and family, but no. He had to chaperone two adults across the galaxy. One of them being Hordak of all people. He hated that man. If it wasn’t for his war he could have raised his family in peace. If it wasn’t for his portal he could still have his wife with him. Don’t get him wrong, he sympathizes with Hordak’s relationship with his parents, but it doesn’t excuse any of his actions.

He wished someone else had this task, but he was the only one available. Adora and Bow were off helping the villages in the whispering woods, General Juliet had her duties, and the rest were taking care of their kingdoms. He was the only one available.

Nevertheless, he will have to deal with him for the day. Then he can go back home and be with his family.

“*You have arrived at your destination.*” Micah’s looked up.

“Thank you… Darla.”

He walked out of the ship to greet the couple. Entrapta was clad in her usual top and overalls. Hordak’s eyes, framed in black eyeliner, had returned to his piercing crimson. He wore a crisp, white button-up tucked in black dress pants. His hair is in a long braid. Micah still couldn’t get used to this new look.

“Hordak.”

“Micah.” The two men locked eyes, seeing who will look away first. Entrapta stood in the middle. Her gaze bounced between the two.

“Thank you for accompanying us, Micah.” Hordak delivered curtly.

“Not a problem,” Micah answered his tone as plastic as his smile.

“Ready to go?” Entrapta asked, aware of the awkward tension.

“Yes.” The two men exclaimed. This is going to be a long trip, the three of them thought.

[vespersposts]

Diode

Hello everyone! 💐

Here we are at the end of this short story. Poor Daiki, he's going to get a good scolding (but he deserves it all!). This chapter is SFW, there are some affectionate interactions but it's far from being sexually explicit, nevertheless I'll flagged it with explicit filter.

I hope you enjoyed the story, I'm at your disposal for any criticism and/or discussion. A hug, 🍰

V.

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A hot shower. Your favourite vice for a peaceful night, especially when combined with a silk petticoat, organic cotton sheets and a well-darkened room. There would also be another component, but it doesn't seem to be available at the moment. You laugh at your own silly sense of humour, rubbing your hands together to let what's left of your body lotion soak in, enjoying the caress of white musk, the swirl of white flowers and fresh grass, forcing yourself to ignore what's going on somewhere else, probably in a hotel room not much apart from the one you're in.

That dark shadow has followed you everywhere, and now it is sitting next to you on the king sized bed. As much as you don’t wanna deal with it, it will keep you company for a long time. You had never seen his behaviour so closely, never believed all those rumours that painted him as such a fierce predator, and yet.... 

You sigh, looking up at the entrance door: you hear it open and close, then quick footsteps approaching.

His clothes bring you the humidity of summer, mixed with alcohol and a sweetish, synthetic scent that makes your stomach twitch. “You need to take a shower" is all you say, as he stands before you. He smiles, takes his jacket off his shoulders, undoes the collar of his shirt, and stretches his wrists for you to help him with the buttons, trying in this way to steal a kiss, which you avoid by putting an open hand on his lips.

"Are you hitting on me while you still have her stink on you, you prick?“ you ask him harshly, squeezing the corners of his mouth, giving him a scornful look. He says nothing at all: he just grimaces, presses his face to your cheek, kisses the palm of the hand with which you try to push him away, and casually undresses, leaving you alone in the large bedroom.

You dim the lights, slip under the sheets and relax your head on the pillow. Hair loose, body lying on its side, you bend your knees and push your feet against each other, as you feel the water stop running, because you are on edge. You close your eyes when you feel him move behind you and, with a sigh, adjust himself to your huddled figure. Then come his warm lips on the nape of your neck, the caress of his nose playing with your hairline, his warm hands moving with a sensual fondness up to your abdomen to make sure to erase any unnecessary distance between your back and his chest, so that you can clearly feel his desire grow in contact with the soft curve of your bottom.

"You're awfully pretty when you're jealous" you hear his deep voice whisper behind your right ear, his tongue snapping against his moist lips, tracing your shoulder line , now that his long fingers have lowered the straps of your nightgown.

"I'm not jealous" you sigh, feeling your body slip away from your control; determined to surrender to his caresses, to his skin still damp from the shower, to his large, warm hand pleasantly torturing your breast, cupping it between his fingers. You hear him laugh, a quiet laugh, muffled by the contact of his mouth with your shoulder, now that his arms gently swing you toward him, so that he can see your face.

"You are not then, not at all ! " he teases, looking at you tenderly, as one would look at a puppy or a child, seeking your lips, sinking into your softness, into your good scent, into your taste so familiar and yet so addictive. You would like to say something in your defence, but your voice can only moan, now that his fingers brush your navel and disappear under the pink silk of your nightgown. You are resentful, disappointed, hurt and yet you are also hopelessly aroused. You would even be willing to throw away your dignity once more, for that fleeting pleasure he promises you. 

That's what you can't tell Taiga, because you can't even admit it to yourself: he'll always do what he wants with you, because you can't resist him. You'll always give in to his lure: anything to get his attention for a few hours. Daiki will never desire you the way he can desire a stranger at a birthday party, because he knows you by now, and he knows that when he wants, he can have you as he wants.

"You just wanna fuck, don't you? “ you ask him, closing your legs in shield of your pussy, eliciting his amused reaction. "And you, my sweet baby, what do you want to do instead?" he asks mischievously, stroking your legs, kissing your knees, never taking his eyes off yours.

"I want to be loved " you state simply, lowering your eyes, moving your body away from him, lifting the straps of your nightgown before staring at his astonished face. "I am tired of being with someone who does not look at me with raw desire. I don't want you to use my body to fulfil your fantasies about another woman. You could have had her, I would have understood.... Why did you come back? Why settle for my small breasts, these stubby legs, when you could have had her in your hands already? To quote Taiga, you're making me feel like garbage" you vent bitterly, turning a weary gaze on him. 

"That's not true! " he replies embarrassed, taking your hand now that you've gotten out of bed, squeezing his fingers between yours, holding you gently, searching his mind for all the good reasons not to be afraid of that evil version of you.

"Why don't you look at me the way you used to look at her?" you ask, dropping the contact to cross your hands over your chest. You see his eyes widen, his gaze lower, his fingers scratching the back of his head, perhaps searching for an explanation that might convince you. All that thinking must tire him, because you see him tighten his lips into a wince you can't read, and huff.

"Because to me that girl doesn't really exist. She's like the pictures of models I used to look at when I was a teenager.... She's good for hooking up. It's a game, just that, but nothing more than that. You... You, well..." he explains, getting up and trying to set a connection "You're the one who I want to like me, so please like me! " he confesses almost ashamedly, trying to sense the distance that separates you.

"Please like me!" you mock him "As if I've done anything else this past year!" you reply stymied, clasping your hands so hard they discolour. "For what' sake? To show me how much girls like you? To rub my face in how unsuitable I am? Or simply because you were blinded by your outsized ego?" you ask, without receiving an answer. "Is this the way you treat people you like? By destroying their self-esteem? By humiliating them for free? " you urge him, because you need to know.

"I left you alone with him all night, doesn't that count either? Aren't we even?" he replies clumsily, fueling your anger even more. Your eyes narrow, your lips fold in a sarcastic grin, now that your jaw clenches in disdain.

"He kissed me on the forehead" you coldly scan. "I had to text you to tell you to go fuck someone else, and you dare to tell me we're even! How can we be even? We're not even for shit! " you raise your voice, drowning out all the sounds in the room. 

You wait for a word, a gesture, anything.

But nothing comes. 

You feel the blood boil in your veins, your stomach tighten, your head becomes heavy and light at once. 

There is no other way.

"I'm so done with you!" are the last words you say, leading the way to the bathroom, heedless of the fact that he is behind you. 

"I failed the test, so you're leaving?" you hear his voice. "You wanted to get rid of me so badly that you couldn't help yourself, huh? After all, away from me everything is better. Away from me is a guy you've been thinking about for a year, who caresses and kisses you as and when he wants, who wants to spend the night with you, if you're good at getting rid of me. Me, who--" and here he stops, because he sees your head droop and tears fall down.

You, who never cry, who always hold your head high.

You, who always hide your sadness. 

You cry.

You cry because of him.

"Do you have any idea how sick it made me feel to send you that message?" you blubber "I saw how much you wanted her, I saw how much you needed her, I saw the bloody lust. I made you choose, that's all. I love you, how could I take from you something you wanted so bad?" you ask behind gritted teeth, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand "If only I could love you less, if I could stop this tearing feeling for you, maybe I could replace you with someone else and be eventually happy!" you end by sustaining his gaze.

"Someone like Kagami! " he throws back at you, sure to buy himself time, but unlike on other occasions, your eyes grow a little duller.

"You didn't listen to a single word I said " you admit sadly "You not only don't see me, you don't even listen to me. First there was her, now Taiga... I am tired of being a wallflower for your manhood outbursts. It makes me miserable, because it's validating one thing: you don’t care about me" you explain to him, searching with your eyes for the clothes you had prepared, just to avoid the shame you feel knowing that your crying is meant for him.

"You don't know a damn thing!" he urges you, grabbing you by the wrists, pulling you forcibly to him, hiding his face in the hollow of your shoulder, pressing you tight against his naked chest. When your fingers caress the nape of his neck, asking to be let free, he simply looks up and kisses you longingly, stealing your breath.

" It's little and nothing, but it exists, you know ? You said it yourself. It exists! " you hear his voice repeat, as his arms grip you fiercely.

You sigh, stopping rebelling against his hold, relaxing your body against his.

"Don't even think for a second I don't love you" you hear his voice break, as a warm tear rolls down your shoulder blades.

"Words, Daiki. Now let me go, I'm exhausted" you confess, releasing your arms down your sides, staying still before him, looking away from his tear-filled eyes, feeling his hands slowly move away from your back, thanking him with a silent nod as he slides his fingers away from your skin.

You bend down, taking your sadness and hair behind your ears, turning your back to him, to pick up the dress and sweatshirt you always carry with you to the airport. His sweatshirt, which keeps you sheltered from loneliness and all the aches and pains of air conditioning. You fold it carefully, leaving it on the chaise-longue, before disappearing into the bathroom. 

You slip off your nightgown, the cotton of the light-colored half-sleeved dress you're wearing is a little rough on your skin, on your back, on your nipples, or maybe your senses are all stirred up; now that you feel his intense eyes on you, his towering figure reflected in the bathroom mirror next to your face. "Please take this with you, or you'll get a bad headache" you hear his voice getting closer and closer, until he reaches you in front of the sink.

"In fact, stay here, it's not safe to be in the airport alone at night. I'll get another room if..." he offers, placing his sweatshirt next to your right hand. 

You hear him sigh, see his face frown briefly, then nervous hands rub his eyes.

"I have to tell you something, or I'll never have peace anymore!" he exhales, taking advantage of your attention to move closer again. 

He doesn't hug you, but his bare leg is next to yours, your arms touching, knuckles brushing against each other. You nod, amazed by that sudden resolve, attracted by his soaring body, his tantalising sensuality, the caress of his skin on yours, his expression so serious, yet so damned voluptuous.

"My mind has all sorts of thoughts about you, mostly filthy ones " he admits, looking away from your image reflected in the mirror, as you pierce him with an annoyed look.

"But It’s not only me. If I don't lust after you like this, if I provoke you by playing with others, it's because I know that , sooner or later, some better bastard than Kagami will take you away from me. I try to figure out how much time I have left. That's why I try to get your attention by acting: to show you that I'm special, more exciting than others. Actually, I'm sure I don't have a better version to offer you. Maybe I should be brave, suck it up and let you go but..." he thinks aloud "I not only don't want to, I can't, I simply can't "he shrugs his shoulders with a nervous grin.

"This is stupid!" you affirm, turning toward him.

" So am I, you should know that by now" he replies, surprised by your look that suddenly becomes cosy, by your face turned at him, by your lips pressed against each other, by your almost apologetic expression, to which he cannot give meaning. He feels your slender arms slip under his, your tiny fingers brushing the bare skin of his back, begging him to lock you in an embrace, as your nose tickles the small space between his pecs.

"You're not stupid, you're just a guy who's constantly messing up his life, but I love you for that, too"" you cling tightly to him , leaning your lips against his chest to slowly kiss his skin, sighing when your tongue brings his taste back to you. You want him to feel your warmth, your longing: this is the only thing that matters. This is the only language with which you always understand each other completely. You feel him shiver under your lips, his cheeks blush a little, his throat swallow an empty gulp that makes you feel the tickle of a thousand feathers down your spine.

" I will never stop loving you, never ever, remember that!" he smiles, lifting his eyes in yours, stroking your soft locks with his fingers, so deeply moved and grateful to have you again.

You feel a lonely tear leave your eyes, you smile, and his strong arms grab your round bottom to lift you effortlessly. Your head falls back in that pleasurable gasp, your legs close on his waist, your fingers entwine on your dress, which soon after falls to the bathroom floor. His strong abdomen tenses against your skin, his lips cover yours, and your whole body screams the need to be his. 

"What are you going to do, sweet baby?" you tease him, as you feel the cold wall of the bedroom behind your back. He moves a lock of hair behind your ear, bites your neck and claims your mouth passionately, groaning against your flushed lips, breaking contact only to seal his promise.

"I’m gonna love you."

[grandgardenercollective]

The vampire prince.. the vampire prince, Zac, And Cole, his new prisoner.. - the night of their arrival into Zuzu City the prince’s first order of business was to locate and capture their newest victim, the young man they were going to take under the castle, he was gonna be staying in the basement, they were running out of blood so the plan was to kill him to refill the blood supply, they couldn't get more than one person as there was a risk of getting killed, so a few vampires found Zane and brought him over..

The vampire prince, Zac, sat on the edge of his large king sized bed, his dark eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger, he looked down at his captive and said, "I'm sorry that you had to live like this but we don't have a choice, I have no mercy... bring him to the dungeons.." Hissed Zane, his voice deep and strong, very leader like and intimidating. He was tall, he was muscular, and he radiated an almost evil aura when he talked. The vampire prince, Zac, looked over at the young man chained to the wall in front of him, he looked extremely pale and sickly, his hair was long and matted with dirt, his face dirty and scruffy and bruised. Zac walked over, Cole squeezed his eyes shut tight, but instead of harming cole he simply wiped the dirt off his face with his gloved hand and then turned away, not saying anything, and leaving, Cole sighed in relief, it would only be for one day, he was sure that if they kept him longer than that then he would die anyway. The thought made cole shudder slightly, he wasn't afraid of death but the idea of having no choice was terrifying, Zach seemed.. nice strangely for s vampire prince whom was legit about to kill him.. but he shook it away, later that night Zac snuck him some food and forced him to eat it.. "i-is it good it was my first time making something like this" said the young prince, Zac, he seemed... nervous? weird... "it's actually really good!" cheered Cole Zac's eyes lot up a bit, "really? I've been trying to learn how to cook more human like foods" explained Zac nervously "but i haven't been able too since everyone who cooks is dead or gone..." added the young man softly, cole nodded silently, he felt bad for him "well i know just the thing to make you feel better" replied cole with a smile.

~ ~ the next day ~ ~

2 more months till Cole's execution,. it's. july 7th.. 1908

. . . Zac let Cole. wonder around the castle with him and they were actually getting along, talking just goofing around, when Cole kinda poked him a bit, it startled him but he didn't really care cold looked into Zacs dark deep redish blackish eyes. They looked so sad, so hopeless and confused and scared, and cole couldn't stand seeing that look on someone's face, especially a young innocent face like that, it broke his heart, he saw Zac smile, smile at him.. why'd he get butterflies?

Cole decided to do something about it he took ahold of the young mans arms, his warm soft hands and pulled him close and whispered gently, "come with me, let's go somewhere quiet," Zac nodded slowly and followed him, his breathing quickened a bit, he trusted cole, he wanted him to keep trusting him, they walked into an empty room in the library area of the castle, Cole pushed the taller and skinny boy against the wall "what are you do-..!?" started Zac before getting interrupted by Cole kissing him.. his brain was telling him "push away!" "push away!" but his heart was saying.. "kiss back.. please.." and his mouth moved to kiss back.. the kiss got more passionate, but then they heard the door open, both men jumped apart from each other immediately "sorry to interrupt your.. uh.. um.. whatever you guys are doing, we're going to start our training now.. we'll come back later.." Said another voice, the same girl who brought Cole to be exacuted last week... 😀😭. . but anyways, she left, the boys were both blushing like crazy. Zac was about to say something when cole spoke up "so where were we?" asked cole smiling cheekily, Zac's eyes widen a bit

~ ~ ~ to be continued ~ ~ ~

[mushiewrites]

hallo

so abt the ask from that anon asking for 22 with karlnapity-- theres a chance that its not but i found this that u reblogged: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/twordishfics/688269871964897280?source=share

22 seems to be “I love you, but this has to happen.” which if thats the correct post i see why that anon chose 22 for karlnapity

it might not be but im like- 70 to 80-ish percent sure thats the post the anon chose 22 from

-slime

from this post!

oh my gosh IT IS, thank you so much Slime!!!

For anon - I know not everyone is super comfortable with irl ships so I'm doing c!Karlnapity, I hope that's okay!

Karl and Quackity had been enjoying the afternoon off, lazily laying around in the king size bed they had to share between them and Sapnap. They had put on a movie as background noise to pass the time as they fell in and out of sleep, having quiet conversations about nothing and everything, just feeling warm to be in each others presence. The calm, sleepy atmosphere was a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle of the server.

However, they knew it wouldn't last forever as Sapnap made his way to their room, already talking a mile a minute as he ranted about the things that annoyed him throughout the morning. Karl had rolled his eyes, turning to bury his head between two pillows to drown out the groaning from his fiance standing at the end of the bed.

"Really? That's how it's gonna be?" Sapnap smirked, reaching under the covers and grabbing Karl's ankle, gently bringing up his free hand to run his fingers over the socked foot and giggling when Karl yelped. Sapnap kept a tight grip on the ankle in his hand, steadying it as he ran his fingers with a rougher touch down to his heel, before dragging his nails up and under Karl's toes. Karl squealed at that, thrashing and kicking his free leg, yanking at his trapped one until he finally was able to break free.

"Sahapnap, DON'T!" Karl sat up in the bed, drawing his knees to his chest and rubbing at the foot that was still feeling the tickles from seconds ago. Quackity giggled fondly from next to Karl, ruffling his hand through the brunettes hair as he turned to look at Sapnap.

"Come on, Sap, we were just relaxing. Why don't you come lay down, you big brute?" Sapnap smirked at the nickname Quackity had come up with, rolling his eyes as he crawled his way onto the bed.

Before he settled down in the spot the two had made for him between them, Sapnap turned towards Quackity before running fingers along his sides, increasing the pressure and speed the more the boy under him struggled.

"Fuhuhuck OFF SAHAP!" Quackity tried his best to stay firm, speaking through gritted teeth to try and keep the giggles down. Sapnap shook his head at that, not liking that Quackity was holding back, so he quickly moved his hands down and squeezed at the joints of the smaller boys hipbones. Quackity screamed, gripping onto Sapnap's wrists and attempting to pull the hands away from his hips when suddenly the hands were completely gone.

Quackity opened his eyes to see a very giggly Sapnap under a very grumpy Karl, who was straddling his waist and gripping his wrists tightly so he couldn't fight back.

"P-Plehease guys, this doesn't have to happehehen!" Sapnap couldn't help but nervously giggle through his pleading, kicking and thrashing as much as he could as he became tangled in the blankets. He silently cursed himself for being so wired most days, knowing he had brought this on himself.

"I love you, but this has to happen." Sapnap turned his head to the right as Quackity spoke close to his ear, pressing his shoulder up and rubbing it to try and get rid of the ghost tickles the soft voice left.

Before he had time to beg or plead again, Quackity had grabbed both wrists from Karl, quickly pulling them above Sapnap's head as Karl darted both of his hands under Sapnap's arms. The brunette screamed, arching his back and trying to kick as much as he could, but it was no use. He was well and truly trapped below his fiance's, with nothing left to do besides give in to the tickles the rest of the afternoon.