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julietsbody · 6 months

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cherry cream pie

words : 3,142

tags : 18+!!!!!!!!!! mdni , p in v sex , semi - public sex , fingering , sadism , yes coriolanus is a pervert… peacekeeper!snow , district 10!! no aftercare mentioned!!! coriolanus is also just an asshole in this , per usual

p.s. : this is also posted on my ao3! ( divider by s-hyia btw )

it’s safe to say some of the peacekeepers got drunk on their power.

one of them, especially, was the one with a platinum blonde buzzcut, you didn’t know his name, but often times he would stop by your shop and either be extremely kind, or a complete asshole.

coriolanus dreamed of control, craved it. a sickening thought, to imagine the bruised skin, deep purples, burgundy reds, bright yellows. the ideas of making someone cry, hot tears rushing down their flushed cheeks, he imagines his fingers dipping into their skin, leaving dents.

the idea of someone scarlet from his touch.

sadistic, that’s what many would call it, call him.

but he denies it, heavily, even though deep down he knows he has a certain hunger for corruption, for control. his gaze is calloused on you, he tends to always station himself near your stand, watch you smile at the costumers, greet them with warm words and soft exchanges.

he watches your skirt threaten up your thighs whenever you bend over, chastely grabbing items without any knowledge of the man who’s imagining fucking you from behind.

sometimes you do acknowledge it, though, you never share the looks, but he watches you shift uncomfortably under his gaze, the edges of your lips dipping to a frown.

he imagines what colors he could paint on your skin from his harsh touches, when he grabs your jaw roughly, would it leave dents of white where the pads of his fingers dug into your skin with pink outlines? when he slaps your ass, would it leave a hand mark? when he bites your neck, would it leave teeth marks? when he makes you bleed, how long would it take for you to heal? when he bruises you, what colors would appear to haunt you?

it was a priority for coriolanus to find that out.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

“do i scare you?” coriolanus questions once, noticing the way you immediately glare at him whenever he’s around.

you shake your head slowly, lips barely parted, he wants to shove his fingers between those lips, pry your mouth open and spit down your throat.

the skin under his right eye twitches, and he continues, “you sure?”

you hesitate, “yeah—“

“you don’t like me?” he swipes a finger on the vanilla cream you always top the pies with, bringing it up to his lips, “i keep you safe, you know.”

“you intimidate me,” you respond reluctantly, watching his lips move around his finger, relishing in the taste of the buttercream.

“so i scare you,” he corrects, and curtly smiles when your frown deepens.

“you don’t,” your southern drawl, with that sweet sugar - coated voice, it’s enough to have him imagining you moaning out his name. coriolanus, don’ stop, ‘m gonna cum… suddenly, his uniform is tighter, and the air is hotter.

“why do i intimidate you, then?”

he acts as if he doesn’t carry a fully loaded machine gun with him at all times, but you ignore that, “no.”

you don’t want to entertain him, you see it in his eyes that he thrives off of this, he adores to see people cower underneath him, fear him.

“say it,” his voice is firmer, he’s trying to scare you into saying it.

right, power trip.

“if i tell you, you’ll use it against me.” you confess.

his head tips up, a new tint shading over his eyes, “how do you know that?”

“it’s just what i know,” you cross your arms, and he notices the way it accentuates your breasts, pushes them together and pulls them up, making the plush flesh more noticeable, nipple threatening to peak out from your dress, “it’s just the way you are.”

coriolanus doesn’t say anything, his eyes moving up to your collarbone, he imagines biting it, teeth sinking into the thin flesh and grazing the bone. bone against bone.

“you’re trying to find what makes me vulnerable, what makes me scared,” your tongue moves out your mouth, wetting your chapped lips.

“is it working?” he wants to reach in, to touch you, to pull your soft flesh onto him.

“no,” you move away, and again, coriolanus is stuck there, alone, with his fantasies.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

coriolanus doesn’t like to lose, especially when he’s obsessed with something, he doesn’t like to let it go. his recent obsession was you, in your gingham prints, thin denims, your sweet scents, and the way your pupils always dilate when you see him.

“is your father here?” he startles you, at your own home, watching you jump in fright and your hand quickly moves onto your chest to ease your pulse when you realize it’s just him.

how did he know where you lived?

“no,” you exhale, humiliation heating up your cheeks. you were wearing more casual clothing, not your fancy dress, just some shorts and a gingham top. he wants to rip the fabric apart, to wrap his fingers around your throat, leave bruises, “how do you know where i live?”

he shrugs, “someone told me.”

so he was asking about you, you glare into his cocky smirk, “who?”

“i can’t say, doll,” he memorizes the way your ass peaks out from the denim of your shorts when you try to turn away from him, and he moves closer to grab your wrist, “why do you hate me?”

you inhale, staring up at him, “i don’t hate you, let go—“

he doesn’t let go, “you do hate me.”

“you’re tryin’ to make me vulnerable, officer, please—“

“do i make you vulnerable?”

and suddenly you stop, you stop trying to resist his touch, you stop staring at him angrily. and it becomes unbearably clear why you hate him so much, you hate him because you’re attracted to him, you hate him because you desire him, because you blush every time his teal eyes crawl down your frame, because you get shy every time he’s around— and being aggressive is your way of hiding it.

“you do more than that,” you admit, swallowing.

“yeah?” his other hand moves to hold your jaw, pads of his fingers squishing the skin together ever so slightly, watching the way your lips pucker when he does.

“offiicer—“ you exhale, and he only smiles.

“do you think about me, doll?”

“yes, and i hate you because you won’t leave my mind.”

truth, all you think about is the officer, the way his hands flex and his joints pop when he does, the way he grips his gun with ease, the way his muscles flex underneath his uniform. the way he’s so, so strong— strong enough to throw someone around with ease, the way your thighs rub together whenever he stations himself near your stand.

“what do you think about, when you think of me?”

his jaw ticks, and yours loosens, “how strong you are.”

“is that so?” his eyebrow cocks for a second, and your eyes flicker to the hand wrapped around your wrist, engulfing it with ease.

“yes, and the way you look at me— like you want to eat me, to hurt me, to do things to me,” the things in question, to fuck you.

“do you want me to?” he admires the way your cheeks flush.

“yes,” you hush out, barely audible.

“what was that?”

you glare up at him, again, “officer.”

“doll,” he threatens, nails digging in to your skin, immediately making you grow submissive, “repeat it.”

you hiss at the sharp feeling of his nails drawing crimson from your skin, “yes, yes— officer.”

“did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”

you nod.

coriolanus’ lips are against yours when he slots his against yours, teeth clashing against teeth, a hungry kiss. he was biting at the delicate skin of your lips in a way that makes your body writhe, prying your lips apart and forcing his tongue into your mouth. he wants to brand you as his own, wants to carve SNOW’s into your skin and watch the blood drip from each letter.

his tongue curls as it moves around your mouth, a possessiveness to it, a desire to taste the sweetness that coats you. his lips were unrelenting, taking advantage of the way you melt into his harsh touch, the way you fall pliable in it, the way you become obsessed with every way he manhandles you.

his lips chase yours when you pull away, “my pa’s gonna be back any minute, officer—“

“better be quick, then, hm?” he removes his fingers from your jaw, pulling them down to your breasts and gripping them through the poorly made fabric.

his lips move to press open mouthed kisses onto your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin.

he rips the fabric apart, easily, hearing you gasp at the feeling of your breasts against the cool air, the way he takes your nipple between his fingers, rolling the delicate skin across the pads of his calloused fingers. then he pinches, and chuckles when your hips buck into him, a whine slipping from your lips.

it was pathetic, for such a hard - headed woman like you to be brought down to being so submissive for him.

he moves you back against a counter, his maw spreading open until his teeth are caught on your neck, biting down. your fingers clench onto the wood of the counter, hissing from the pain of his bite, “officer, that hurts—“

he only hums, he was glad it hurt, and when he pulled away, a metallic taste burns on his teeth.

he kneads the flesh of your breast, pressing a gentle kiss to where he had bit you, watching the crimson that ever so slowly bubbles to the top of the broken flesh and seeps out.

oh, how could you explain this to your pa?

he smiles at the thought of you crying in front of your father, saying nothing happened, saying it was an animal that bit you.

your doe eyes peer up at him, glossy from your tears, and his head only tilts to the side, finding no sympathy for the pain he inflicted upon you. his hand dips down from your breast to your denim shorts, “you okay, doll?”

yes, coriolanus didn’t feel any guilt, but he still wants to make sure you’re okay enough to go on.

you nod immediately, “yes, just hurts.”

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, catching one of the salty tears rolling down, “i’m sorry.”

he isn’t sorry.

his fingertips dip underneath your layers of shorts and panties, reaching to your cunt while he mumbles sweet praises, like how beautiful you look when you cry, how wet you are for him, how he’s always thought of this.

his lips fall to your shoulder, fingers rubbing circles on your clit as his lips part again, first planting a soft kiss, then biting again. a masochistic moan slips from your lips, and he feels your wetness grow. you liked this, you liked the pain, and it makes him smile against your delicate skin.

his fingers tease against your entrance, and when he feels your hips buck against them, trying to pull his fingers in, he moves them away. your desperate whimper only makes him laugh, admiring the way your thighs shake.

“you’re desperate, aren’t you, doll?” his lips trail with sloppy kisses down to your breast, taking your nipple between his lips.

“yes, yes— officer, i want—“ you exhale, a hand moving to pass through his buzzed hair, “want them inside me, please.”

“is that so?” he’s trying to ruin you, his eyes moving up to your face, watching more tears spill from your doe eyes, the desperation all too much for you.

“yes— i’ll be good, officer, i promise.”

and so he plunges two fingers into you without hesitation, admiring the way you suck him in so easily, swallowing the flesh through your puffy walls. it was obscene, to hear you moan from the feeling of his long fingers moving inside of you, the wet squelches as he pumps them into you and curls them against your sweet spots.

it was as if he knew your body better than you, yourself did, he knew how to make you cry out, how to make your back arch, your eyes squeeze shut, and your legs shake.

he bites your tit, and your back is arching against him.

in this moment you realize why he’s biting so much, not only does it seem like he’s trying to consume you, it’s also that he’s marking you, claiming you as his own, branding you through his teeth with every bite.

his pace quickens, making your eyes flutter shut and have your hips grinding against his fingers.

as soon as he feels the movement of your hips, he stops. and your eyes immediately flutter open, frowning at him, “officer—“

“hm?” he moves up, carefully ripping off your shorts, nearly tearing the fabric when he takes your panties down as well, causing a pile of your fragmented clothes on the floor.

he then forces your legs apart once more, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. you whimper, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him, to find some kind of mercy in his eyes, some part of him that wants to treat you good. you find nothing.

instead, his hand is back on your jaw, fingers trying to pry your mouth open, “open, princess.”

so your lips part, and he immediately spits down your throat, “swallow.”

and you did, you swallow the liquid coated in his dna, and his fingers return inside of you, pounding into your cunt immediately. his hands turn mean, painful as they move onto you, nearly bruising your walls as his fingers fill you up so well.

your body jolts with sparks of pleasure, a satisfaction you fear may be unbearable, and the fear of someone catching you seems to dissipate underneath his touch.

his nails find themselves digging through the skin of your face again, the delicate flesh becoming bruised from him. it’s hot, the air is humid, the lava that coats your skin. it was as if you were in front the gates of hell, being tormented by your sins, and coriolanus’ mumbles of you being a filthy slut is what makes him the tormenter.

you gasp, fingers finding his wrist and grasping it, “officer— ‘m gonna cum.. please…”

he smiles, sharp teeth appearing underneath his lips, a wolf and a bunny, “yeah? gonna cum for me, doll?”

you nod, whimpering in agreement as he shows absolutely no mercy for you, even allowing his thumb to swipe against your swollen clit, making your eyes roll back. he doesn’t stop until your walls are fluttering around him, legs violently shaking from the orgasm that wracks your body.

you were sure he would be done there, but he wasn’t. his fingers pull out, and he immediately delivers another harsh slap to your cunt, making you jolt as maroon continues to pour from your neck, tracing down your collarbone and falling threatening close to your breasts. the same crimson that coats his teeth, the teeth that bit you, that wanted to consume you like you were just another one of those pies that you make.

he moves to undo his belt, ignoring the way his gun clatters to the ground, he could care less if it went off, too.

he was too busy drunk off the idea of what you’re going to feel like around his cock, how your walls will suck him in with pure ease, like you were molded to fit onto his cock. molded just for him, he licks the metallic crimson on the crevices of his teeth as he frees his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“this is gonna hurt, princess,” he murmurs out as he slowly eases in, teeth gritting at the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

your eyes widen, pupils blown out and jaw hung slack, his cock stretching you out so much you were sure you were being split in half.

his free hand presses against your stomach, other crawling to wrap around your neck, soaking with the pomegranate juice that poured from you.

he feels how his cock pokes at your skin once he bottoms out, forming a bulge inside of you. cute, you were so small compared to him, he just wanted to rip you apart, to throw you around, shove you in all different positions and fuck you until you were just a drooling, sloppy, unintelligible mess. until all you could think about was his cock, and the fact that his cum was oozing from your cunt.

his fingers pry into your skin, hips moving to snap into you with no sign of softness.

“fuck,” you mumble out at the feeling of his cock spearing you.

he watches the pain ridden tears slip down your cheeks, “you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.”

this is the only time he will reassure you, hips slowing down to allow you to adjust.

maybe he did have some mercy within him.

it doesn’t take you long to nod up at him, signaling that he can move faster again, and he doesn’t take long to follow up with that. his hips start pounding into you again, wracking your body against the counter, he can feel it shaking, the way the floor creaks with every powerful thrust. his hand moves from your stomach, raising and delivering a sharp slap to your face.

unprovoked? yes. but he adores the way blood rushes to your cheek, painting it a pretty pink as you sob out form the mixtures of pain and pleasure, and the overstimulation of your past orgasm following another.

“such a pretty slut, just for me,” he mumbles out, delivering another slap to the same cheek, watching your face scrunch from the stinging pain.

“officer,” you moan out, your orgasm fastening with each slap.

“yes, princess?” he grits out through his teeth, nearing his orgasm as well.

“‘m gonna cum, officer, please let me—“ he’s gripping your throat so hard, you can barely breathe, “—cum.”

“you can cum, doll, cum on my cock,“ he spits out, admiring the way your body constricts at the lack of air.

and you cum, right on his cock, and he follows with his orgasm as well.

a creampie, that’s what you had become, just another pie full of cream.

he pulls out, watching his cum spill out of you.

“see you next time, princess.”

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus x y/n #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #smut #tom blyth

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nerdykorgi · 3 months

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GRIMWALKER BIOLOGY & ANATOMY STUDIES [pt 1 / ?? ]

(aka, my ideas and thoughts on how these bad but sad boys work!)

with pictures :D !

ok for starters! I tried my best to make real life connections with actual biological stuff and yeah but there are some things ima have to bullshit lol

i hope yall like rambling

[ ^ Basic ideas ]

Lets talk about anatomy!

From what i can tell from the grim walker ingredient book they have some pretty ... interesting ingredients...

GALDORSTONE:

Heart and Power apparently. What i can make of this is that the Galderstone not only powers and animates the non-organic materials but acts as a circulatory system, flowing blood and nutrients to keep the body stable by creating magical pulses of pressure that makes the blood flow. Blood is kind of ideal for homeostasis and living and om pretty sure we've seen hunter bleed at least once... Perhaps the Galderston can create an artificial vascular system to carry oxygen, magic, and nutrients throughout the growing body instead of just making veins from scratch. I want to say the Galderstone can generate energy for the grimwalker but that would mean they wouldn't need to eat, and I don't think that's true. I think its main purpose is just activate the magic materials and is like the generator to a car, keeping it running. If the Galderstone were to break or fail, the grimwalker probably come unglued and fall apart to its components (which would be pretty horrifying)

ORTET BONE:

Very key component! The ortet bone kind of helps form the blueprint for the species of the grimwalker, as well as supplying blood, a skeletal system, and components of DNA. The most basic definition of the word ORTET is as follows: the original plant from which the members of a clone have descended. Fun fact: since were using cloning terms, Hunter is to Caleb as Ramet is to Ortet (Ramet is an individual clone) I did research for cloning and as it turns out you kinda need a complete genome for cloning but for bullshitting reasons (which will be explained) we can clone with incomplete DNA and make synthetic dna from scratch! I hypothesis that the reason grims can look different from the ortet instead of just straight carbon copies is due to the bone that is used and how much of i there is. Like example a grimwalker made using just a toe phalange is going to look A LOT less like the ortet compared to a grimwalker made from something like the cranium and bigger bones and such. Basically smaller bones dont carry as much dna info and leads for room to fill in the blanks. Sadly this means alot of Grimwalkers had A LOT of health problems (this can range anywhere from immune system problems to liver failure which is quiet typical in clones, that and it is often that clones appear different from the ortet due to enviromental factors and influences)

[ As the image above shows, subject #103 has a very close resemblance to the ortet due to the bones that are used ] There are pros and cons to using bones! Pros being that they can hold DNA for much longer than tissue, but the thing is bones can degrade really easy if not preserved, and i don't think belos had a bottle of hydrogen peroxide laying around that he could dunk Caleb in, so let's just assume he made sure his brother's corpse was well cleaned and kept. Biggest con is the human body only has so many bones (about 206) I believe that the reason Grimwalker can generate organs is by using the ortet and making the stem cells created from bone marrow. Stem cells are very important because they can turn into different types of cells like blood and tissue cells as well as repair tissue. I believe the process of growing grimwalkers is kind of like "Self-renewal" the process in which stem cells divide and make more of the body

STONESLEEPER LUNGS:

Im just gonna assume stone sleeper had very small lungs because aint no way those t rex lungs fit in a teenage boy. I originally thought The reason that Grimwalkers can stay underground for so long is because the lungs, similar to how a stonesleeper hibernates for centuries (kind of like how wood frogs can basically cryo-hibernate) by petrifying but a grimwalker IS growing and therefore needs resources to grow, like how a baby does in the womb. So it has to be actively getting said resources so it cant be petrified. I now think the reason that grimwalkers have these lungs is because theyre easily compatible to the galderstone, which needs oxygen for the blood and that they can be easily harvested and stored in stone form. But that does give room for cool adaptations like self-petrification! (which i will get into next time :D )

PALISTROM WOOD:

Ok its says that the wood is used for keratin, which is a fiberous protein which can make all kinds of things like scales, hair, nails, feathers, horns, claws, hooves, and skin! And since its also a plant means it can grow 4 times as fast as normal keratin can! This explains why hunters hair grew so ridiculously fast in season 3, was because his hair can produce its own carbohydrates and nutrients on its own... This means his skin and surface wounds can heal quite fast! (down side is it might give him something similar to PSS (Peeling Skin Syndrome ) ...) I think Palisman is very important becasue of several reason! 1 Like palisman, it can "animate" if you will, more or less help pull off the illusion that he is alive. 2 Like mentioned before, Grimwalkers need nutrients to grow and I believe the palistrom wood aids in that! Using a process called cellular diffusion, the grimwalker can take in nutrients from the ground around them (which i theorize to be highly fertilized) through THEIR SKIN! and into the veins and flesh of the grims 3 I believe that in the process of forming, the galderstone "activates" the palistrom wood, forming into skin or hair but this process of rapid growth leaves the skin all undone and fragile because a proper cutaneous barrier was not formed yet (which is useful for being malleable. This is why Hunter's ears are so 1 .god blessed big because they are fake and molded to look like that. Its also why The grimwalker Belos possessed fell apart so easily, like he said "It wasnt ready")

SELKIEDOMUS SCALES:

This one kind of confused me because... well why do we need the seal flesh when the ortet can just regenerate it?? I think its kind of like the stuffing if you will, it also speeds up the process of producing flesh by a lot! Especially if you want to make grown grimwalkers! Im thinking that Grimwalkers don't have a set "age" theyre just as big as however many materials they are given to work with. Even though the book says they can start as babies, if you look closely there is a check mark towards the more adolescent figure, so im thinking that they are not ready to be unearthed until they reach a certain growth ima guess around the age of over 10-ish?? We don't know how young Hunter was pulled out of the floor but it seems like he was fairly young, or atleast younger. This means while Hunter appears to be 16, he might have only been living for around 5 years or so.

Now typically normal seals have a lot of blubber which is a thick layer of fat, also called adipose tissue, directly under the skin of a marine mammals. Its used for insulation. The thing is tho, it says Selkiedomus Scales, not flesh... Dont worry there are mammals that have scales like Pangolins but i dont know if these scales are like thick plated or small and stretchy. Magic bullshitting time, Im goin to assume Selkiedomus scales refers to a layer of scale-like flesh that protect the creature from boiling but is also highly malleable and easy to work with. Maybe the reason they can withstand such heat is due to unsaturated bonds of butadiene molecules mixed into the blubber that are highly heat resistant Selkie domus flesh is molded and into the relative shape of desired body and using the DNA of the ortet the flesh is reshaped and reused into the desired muscles shapes. The vascular system created by the galderstone spreads throughout the flesh and binds with it. healing together and becoming flesh, kind of like a speed up version of skin graft maturation! This is useful for growing them quickly because they don't have to grow an entire adult body from scratch so this speed up the process by eeeerrm 20 years or so lol

Thats only the basics for now, sooner or later i shall get into the more fun stuff, like adaptaions of Grim walker, the growing process, ad more!

Hope you guys enjoyed my ideas, if i got anything incorrect let me know, my research isnt exremly searched through.

last question ill leave you all with, it kind of stumped me while i was working...

i have a theory but i wanna know your thoughts...

(i worked hard on all this btw, i really hope people read it lol /lh.)

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #hunter toh #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #emperor belos #grimwalker #golden guard #how tf do you draw a nipple #ima gonna sleep now...

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babbymochiiii · 5 months

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💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine 😚🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

#nct #yuta nakamoto x reader #nct yuta #kpop #kpop imagines #nct smut #smut #romance #kpopidol #nakamoto yuta #yuta smut #reader insert #yuta x reader #yuta x y/n #tongue piercing #body piercing #facetime #yuta be suggestive

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anemptypuddingcup · 7 months

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Don’t be a sissy, Sanji!

Sanji x Female Reader.

Goodness I hope this doesn’t bother you. I decided to write Sanji having a whole female outfit to just…add the whole pizzazz to the sissyfication.

The person who requested me asked me to keep their identity hidden which is fine, they’re of age to request this. I had fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Dividers -> cafekitsune. Ima just make a tag to credit them, they make some good ass dividers.

Contains: Not technically dark but be wary of the contents. not much context. Porn w/out plot. Sorta forced sissyfication and/or feminization towards Sanji. Sanji in a cute cardigan outfit w a skirt. Sanji wearing makeup and nail polish. Sanji wearing a matching bra and panties. (Yes I’m throwing in the whole package, I’m going out w this one.) Sanji’s a switch in this one thought to give it a huge contrast w his situation. He acts a bit subby but you could say he’s a switch. Sanji occasionally being called a woman or girl. Sanji begging- Play with anal beads. Sanji getting his cock sucked~ Lotus to Missionary. Cowgirl. Sir back n’ relax, this is a long fic.

“Come on Sanji, I wanna see~”

“I look ridiculous…why do I have to wear this again sweetie?”

“Well- because you said you’d do anything for me and try anything with me inside the bedroom.”

“But I didn’t think you would ask me to dress like this! There’s no way anyone else can see me like this.”

“No one’s going to see you like this sweetie pie, no one but me~”

Sanji peeks out the door and peers down at you, his pink eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara immediately a difference standing out than his original look. His brows were furrowed as he gave you a nervous look with his crystal blue eyes, he absolutely hated this entire idea overall. You out of all people knew that he wasn’t a man for dress-up, especially since he was married to you, a woman. It definitely threw him in for a loop when you asked him politely to dress up like a doll for him.

What stunned him more are the clothes and undergarments you bought for him for the occasion. If you had bought something for him it was obvious that you had planned this beforehand, way before you started talking to him about it. Your eyes flutter as you looked at his upper face and a sweet smile appears across your face. “Let me see my adorable little man~ Or should I say…my pretty little lady~” Your words make Sanji’s eyes widen and he pulls back in before shutting the door, leaving back outside the bathroom.

“Oh! Don’t say that please sweetie! You’re making me feel worse than I already do!” Sanji whimpers behind the door, making you sigh out lovingly. “Come on Sanji baby, I promise you won’t have to do this anymore, but you have to try it.” You tell him, knocking softly on the bathroom door. You hear Sanji sighing heavily before he slowly steps out of the bathroom, revealing himself to you. You smile sweetly as you scanned his body.

The pretty makeup caked up on his face.

The cute collared shirt, cardigan & skirt combo.

The fuzzy thigh-highs hugging his thighs.

The shimmery pink nail polish glimmering on his fingernails.

He looked so beautiful. Pretty enough to eat up.

“You’re so beautiful Sanji~ Oh my goodness you’re so beautiful~” You compliment him, moving in closer to him and giving him a hug. Sanji shuddered against you and your bury your face deep against his chest, catching the whiff of a sweet scent of perfume. God he’d made sure to do everything right for you, you couldn’t have been more impressed with him and his little attempt at dress up. Sanji lets out a little whimper and you look back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you.

“I-I’m beautiful huh…?” He asked, a little chuckle leaving him as he felt his heart pounding from his chest. You nodded and grab his soft manicured hands before guiding him over to your shared and well-made bed. You had made sure to accommodate to Sanji before and after your little agreement, anything that he wanted you’d provide him before the event and after the event.

Sanji looked over at your nightstand and saw anal beads along with a bottle of lube, which made him shudder and tremble at the thought. “U-Um…Sweetie? Are you going to use those on me?” He asked you, quirking a brow to you while looking at you nervously. You nodded to him and pull him onto the the bed. “Yes I am~ I promise this is the only time I’ll do it Sanji. And who knows, you might enjoy it~” You whisper to him. “I cannot think of any reason to like dressing up as a woman.” Sanji interjects firmly, looking at the sleeves hanging from his wrists.

“Not that, I mean the toys silly.” You giggle to him. “Why would I like something being shoved up my ass!? I’m supposed to be doing the fucking not the one getting fucked baby…” He sighs out, pressing a hand to his head. You press your lips against his glossy ones, the sweet taste of strawberries landing onto your lips as you did. “Just relax Sanji. Relax and let me do the work okay? You don’t have to do anything if it makes you feel this uneasy~” You giggle to him, pressing him down against the fluffy bedding.

Sanji lies back against the fluffy pillows and sighs out before looking up at you, fluttering his pretty lashes as he watches you climb on top of him. You straddle Sanji and lean down to him, pressing your lips against his before full on making out with him. He hums out in pleasure as he kisses you passionately, seemingly needy for your touch and your lips. His polished fingers gripping your pretty pink bra straps and pulling you deeper into his glossy strawberry-coated lips.

“Mmm!~ M-Mmgh~” Sanji huffs out against your lips before he pulls back, a string of saliva appearing on both of your beautiful lips. You cup Sanji’s face and pull him in closer to you, keeping his lips smushed up against yours. You felt him squirm beneath you, bending his legs and allow air to flow up through his skirt and his panties. He shivered as he felt his tip poking out of his panties, rubbing up against the fabric of his skirt.

“A-Ah~ Mmgh~ I-It feels so weird~” Sanji sighs out shakily, his pretty sapphire eyes rolling up as he felt his tip press up against his own inner thigh. The warmth of his hot cock made his own body shiver and you began to notice how…interested Sanji seemed to be.

You giggle against his lips and finally pull away from them, sliding your tongue along his them as you grind up against Sanji’s cock beneath the skirt. He sighs out shakily, closing his eyes softly while you begin to reach out for the lube and anal beads. Feeling you move, Sanji peeks but suddenly opens his eyes wide as he got a glimpse of the anal beads in your hand. He shook his head and backed away, pressing his body higher up against the headboard.

“Come on Sanji baby, I have lube so they can slip in oh so easily for you baby~” You whisper out to him, giggling as you showed him the bottle of strawberry lube. Sanji shuddered against you before sighing out. “I-I don’t want them inside of me…” He whimpers out, pushing you back a bit to lift his skirt. His movements contradicting his words. You giggled as you watched him pull up his skirt and spread his legs, revealing & moving his cute pink panties out of the way.

“Aw you’re too cute Sanji, but I thought you didn’t want to play with the toys..” You snicker to him. He flutters his lashes and looks away, his shimmering pink eye shadow popping with the color of his sapphire eyes. “J-Just- Just try it already…” He sighs out to you, his cock still poking out past the hem of his panties. You giggle and pour some of the lube out onto you hand, running it along your fingers before pressing your lukewarm hand against his ass.

He shudders as he watches you run your fingers along his rear entrance, your voice soothing him as he felt you slide two digits into him. He gasps out and shudders, his walls tight around your fingers as he feels them go deep inside of him. “Ah~ A-Ah! G-Gentle please l-love~” Sanji huffs you, his hands gripping his cardigan tight while he arches his back. “Just relax for me baby, I’m loosening you up~” You whisper out to him, your eyes glimpsing at his pretty ones.

He nods as he bites his lower lip a bit tight, his hand reaching down to stroke at his cock. You smile as you watch him jerk his cock in front of you, a heavy yet sudden gasp leaving his lips as your fingertips press softly against his prostate. “T-That- That feels so good~ A-Ah~” Sanji huffs out, his curly brows furrowing as his toes begin to curl within his thigh-highs. You pull your fingers from inside of him, and he whimpers out in slight irritation.

He continued to fuck his fist but suddenly stops and yelps out it as he felt you insert a single bead inside of him.

First one.

And then the next one.

And the next one-

All the way to the last one.

You pull away and move his skirt out of the way, a whine escaping his lips as he felt himself feeling a bit…full.

“Hah~ L-Love-“

“Sit up for me Sanji~”

He groans as you helped him sit up, his body shuddering while moans left him as he felt the beads move around within his ass. “I-It feels- I-It feels so odd~” Sanji mewls out, arching his back as he sat there against the bed. You press a smooch to his neck and suckle on his skin, making him moan out shakily. He presses his hands up against your breasts, groping them as he pressed his lips against yours. He didn’t know what to do with himself, not with these beads deep inside of him.

He wraps his arms around you, whines spilling from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. “Mmh~ Sanji~” You mewl out, wrapping your legs around his hips and pressing your breasts up against his chest. You giggle as you felt his bra beneath his collared white shirt, it felt more like a soft little bra up against his chest. Sanji whimpers out as a deep blush dusts his cheeks, realizing that he was starting to fall into character, the entire act was getting to him. He turns away, huffing out heavily as he lies his head against your breasts. “I’m getting too into character…” He sighs out, his hands holding your hips tightly. You chuckled and run your fingers through his silky blonde hair.

“And that’s okay Sanji~ You’re beautiful like this just like my precious woman~” You whisper to him, pressing a smooch to his jaw.

Sanji felt his heart pound from slight embarrassment and yet flattery, why was he getting so worked up about this? He shouldn’t be playing into character like this.

You smooch him once again before moving down to his hardened cock. “Want me to suck your cock? Would that make you feel better about this baby?” You asked him, lifting his skirt back up. He sighs but nods slowly, his cold and soft hands pulling the hemp of his panties down. You smile softly as you watch his cock prod up slightly and press a smooch to his tip before sliding your tongue along his shaft. His lips quivering as he felt you smooching along his length.

“Ahh~ Ah~ So good love~” He moans out, pressing his hand up against your soft strands. He lays his thighs up against your shoulders, the fluffy thigh-highs rubbing up against your soft skin. You lower your head onto his cock, suckling and sliding your tongue along his shaft. You took it slow, taking in all of his length until his tip touched the back of your throat. Sanji was gasping and sighing out in please, his eyes shutting tight as he arches his back.

“Oh god love~ Mmmgh~ Fuck that feels so good~ Oh goodness~” He whimpers out, rolling his hips against your mouth. You mewl out, your hands gripping his hips while you play with the hem of his pretty panties. His eyes began to brew with tears, nearly making his mascara run as his hand grips your strands. You moan out, bobbing your head slowly but taking his cock deep down your throat. “S-So warm~ Mmgh!~ Hah~ J-Just like that~ P-Please!~” Sanji begs, clenching his teeth tight as he felt your warm throat take in his cock so wonderfully.

You moan out softly, your brows furling as you lay Sanji back against the fluffy pillows. He whines out as he watched you move in more, taking his cock a little more until you had reached the base. Sanji’s hand reaches out and gets a grasp on your hair, pulling slightly as while his cock twitch against your tongue. “I-I’m close love! I-I’m so close!~” Sanji mewls, shutting his pretty eyes tight as he bit his bottom lip a bit more. You hum out but you don’t stop, trying your best to pull your orgasm from him.

He huffs and gasps out, his thighs hugging your face a bit tight as he closes them. The soft and fuzzy thigh highs tickle your face as you grab onto his hips, huffing out as you struggled to breathe. “R-Right there!~ I-I’m almost there!~” Sanji sits up and arches his back, gasping out while his face scrunches up with pleasure. You whine out, your nails scratching against his hips and hoping that he would cum deep down your throat already.

Gripping your hair a bit tighter, you mewl out and whimper around his cock. Your jaw was starting to get sore and your throat was begging to grow sore as well. “Hah! I-I’m cumming!~ I’m- A-AH!~” Sanji pulls your head down his cock farther as his toes curls within the stockings, his slightly salty seed running down your throat with ease yet making it unbearable to bear the strong flavor.

He finally releases his legs and you quickly pull your head back, a few coughs leaving you as you inhale deeply. Sanji plops back onto the pillows, breathing heavily as he began to hyperventilate a bit. “A-Ah…Hah…I-I’m sorry love…” He whimpers out, a bit unable to sit up. You slowly rise to your knees and stare down at him with slightly dark eyes, a little pout falling onto your face. “I couldn’t breathe Sanjiii…” You huffed, staring down at him.

He slowly sits up, his hair a bit disheveled as he props himself up against the headboard. “I-I’m sorry…I got carried away~” He continuously apologizes, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. His hands cups your face, his lashes fluttering to you once again as he pouted to you. “D-Did I hurt you..?” He asked worriedly, his sapphire eyes glistening as he stared down at you. You sigh out lovingly and wrap your arms around him before gasping out suddenly.

He pulls you onto his lap and lifts his skirt, moving his panties out of the way while his cock twitches in the air. He was still hard and throbbing against you although you were excited and just ready to fuck him. “Here, take your time~” He says, giving you a sweet and cute little smile.

He was starting to look more like a woman the more you stared at him with his makeup on…

You slowly spread your pussy open for him, allowing him to press his tip against your entrance before slowly sliding in. You moan out as you felt him fill you up quickly, your walls tightening around him and sucking him in. “So good~ You feel so wonderful as always baby~” He moans out, moving his pretty face in closer to yours. His brows begins to furrow once again as he moves you up and down on his cock, his soft and silky fingers tampering with the beautiful lace of your lingerie.

You hum out softly, pressing your lips against his sweetened strawberry ones so lovingly again. His nails scratch along your hips, his face twisting up as he kept you close against him. He lies you down against the soft bedding below and begins thrusting up into you, his soft cardigan and skirt squeezing up against your body. You pull his shirt open, revealing his pretty bra to you while he mewls out.

“Mmgh! D-Don’t peek at them!~” He gasps out, a deep blush dusting his cheeks while you stared down at his chest. You giggled to him and press your face up against his chest, his skin warm and slightly sticky against your cheek. He continues to rut into you, huffing out into your ear while keeping you close against his chest. “Hah~ L-Love~ Y-Your pussy is so fucking good~” Sanji’s lips trembled as he pulls your legs around his waist, his moans growing louder as he moves his hips a bit faster against yours.

You moan out beneath him, wrapping your arms tight around his body, his back arching as he felt your fingers trail up his back beneath his shirt. One of his hands gripped the sheets beneath you while the other held on to your hip so tight, his facial features contorted with pleasure and lust. “Sanji~” You moan at his name beneath him, his legs pulling his hips and closer against yours. He whimpers out and his eyes trails down to your breasts before he buries his face in them.

“Mmh~ I-I want to cum~ I wanna cum so badly~ Your pussy keeps sucking me in so wonderfully that I can’t p-pull away.” He whimpers out, his fingers trailing along your soft skin. You gasp against him, your walls tightening around his length as you pulled him closer to you. Your nails scratch along the soft skin of his back and he gasps out into your breasts before looking back up at you.

“M-May I cum?~ I-I need to cum baby~” Sanji asks sweetly, his eyes pouting up at you while he whispers softly while giving you more shallow thrusts. You smile up at him, your eyes half kisses as you stared at the pretty details of his face. “Please…? I want to cum~ Cum deep inside of your sweet and warm pussy~ Please love please?~” Sanji begs to you, his thrusts still going deep yet fast into your cunt. You huff out while your brows furrow, biting your lower lip softly as your toes curl working your knee-highs.

“My sweet baby girl~ Yes you can cum~ Make sure you cum deep inside of me too~” You mewled, hugging him tight and pulling him close. He gasps out and whimpers as he hears you call him a woman once again. He can’t help but to lay his head against your breasts and obey, gaining his permission to cum. “M-Mhmm~ I-I will!~” He huffs out in a sweeter tone, a bit of drool spilling from his lips and onto your chest.

You lay and hand to his head as he mewls and moans out, lifting your legs a bit higher to get a better angle. You lie back against the soft sheets below and moan out as he fucks your pussy with a sweet yet harsher momentum. You whine out and squirm a bit underneath him as you felt him kissing your cervix, your eyes shutting tight as you finally felt yourself ready to release.

“Ah~ I-I’m cumming~ I-I’m going to cum!~” Sanji gasps out, rutting his hips deep into yours while shutting his eyes tight. “Mmh! S-Sanji!~ Sanji!~” You moan out Sanji’s name and arch your back, gasping out as you finally release and cum on his length. You squirt out onto his lower abdomen, getting a bit onto his skirt and his panties. Sanji’s body shudders above yours as he whines out, his cock twitching deep within your cunt as he was finally ready to release deep inside of you.

“Mmgh! A-Ah!~ Ah I’m cumming l-love!~” He gasps out, his curly-brows finally unfurling as he fills you up with his seed. His seed coat your gummy walls in a pretty white and you could feel the warmth of his cum filling up your lower tummy. You mewl out softly and wrap your hands around his neck before pulling him close to you. He blinks softly and slowly before smiling and pressing a smooch to your lips.

“S-So warm~” Sanji says softly, his fingers sliding along your hot skin. You hum out before sitting up, softly pushing him down back against the bed. He looks down at you, quirking a curly brow as he wondered what you’ll do next. “Mind if I ride you baby?~” You asked, looking down at him with soft and sweet eyes. He smiles and nods, opening his arms out to you and pulling you into his embrace.

“Please do~” He hums, still breathing a bit heavy as he was still recovering and gaining his breath back.

You smile and straddle him, sliding your sticky cum-filled pussy against his long and hot length. Sanji mewls out softly, his hands soft up against your hips as he guides you. “Mmh~ P-Please put it in~ I-I want m-more~” Sanji pouts, not really wanting to be teased at the moment. You giggle and lift your hips, allowing Sanji to help position his cock for you. You slowly lower yourself on his length and you both groan out softly, your toes curled once you feel his tip kissing your cervix once again.

Sanji presses his hands back to your hips but you move them, pressing your hands to his bra and up against his chest to gain a bit of balance. “Just watch baby~ You don’t have to help me~” You whisper to him. He pouts but nods, moving his cardigan sleeve up to his lips as he watched you begin to move his hips. He lies there adorably, his eyes fluttering slowly as he stared at your push sucking his cock deep inside.

You moan out against him, staring at his pretty little face while you begin to bounce on his cock a bit. His moans were soft yet vocal as he sat there with his hands to his mouth, like the adorable little woman he was. He was so precious, it was hard to keep yourself composed when he was deep into pussy and into his character. His mewls were starting to grow a bit higher and he was beginning to arch his back a bit more.

While he was more distracted in the pleasure, you reach your hand behind yourself and past his panties. Feeling you grab the anal beads makes him jolt and shoot his head up to you. “I’m gonna take them out Sanji~” You whisper to him, moving in before pressing a smooch to his lips. “S-Slowly please l-love~ G-GENTLY!-“

He suddenly gasps out as he begins to feel you pull the beads out in one swift motion. He throws his head back as he eyes rolls from the pleasure of the beads being removed.

“MMMH!~ O-OH GOD!~” He shudders and grips your hips tightly, making him gasp and whine out while his legs thrash around in pleasure. “I-I’M CUMMING!~ H-HAH!~” He whines out as his ass clenches around nothing but air, struggling to keep his orgasm back for you. “Hold it in for me Sanji~ Don’t cum just yet sweetie~” You mewl out above him and lower your head to press a smooch to his temple. He grabs your face and pull your lips to his, whining out into them as you felt his body trembling.

“P-Please! I-I can’t hold this back much longer!~ I-I NEED TO CUM H-HONEY!~” Sanji whines out, thrashing around as his cock begins to twitch deep inside of you. You mewl and gasp out as you watch Sanji reach out and wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him while he struggles to keep himself together. “S-Sanji!~” You whine out his name, not bothering to stop your hips as he held on tight to you.

He rests his head against breasts once again, gasping out as he felt himself just ready to cum deep inside of you once again. “Baby I-I can’t hold it in much longer~ P-Please let me c-cum~ I want to cum so badly~” He huffs out into your breasts, begging desperately to just release in your pussy. You found his face so fucking cute, it was already wonderful to see him begging and in this state, but with him in his pretty little outfit you couldn’t contain yourself very much.

You trail your fingers up to his neck before gripping it slightly, pushing him down into the fluffy pillows while he whines out. His face was all pouty and his eyes were tearing up and ruining his makeup. He watches you move your hand up to his face, cupping his cheeks and squishing them as you relished in his cute reaction.

Poor baby just wanted to cum inside of you again, that’s all he asked for.

“L-Love…p-please~” He gasps out and his sapphire eyes were now shedding tears, ruining his makeup and slightly displeasing you. You sigh and giggle to him, inching your face closer to his with a sweet little smile. “Yes Sanji~ You can cum inside of me now.” You whisper to him, tending back to your pleasure as you begin to move your hips against his once more. Sanji could only sit there and watch you bounce on his cock with ease, his eyes flickering back and forth between both your face and and your bouncing breasts.

While he moans out beneath you, you can see his tears seeping into the blue pillowcase around the pillow cradling his beautiful little head. He began to feel so hot and sticky with sweat as gripped the sheets tighter in his hands, now straining to release after holding it in for a bit too long.

Perhaps he had to start back over from holding it in and begin edged. You whimper out as he felt your thighs trembling against his hips, he knew that you were close too and yet you still stopped yourself and your own orgasm. He sighs out before whimpering all cutely, now feeling his orgasm creeping back up in his lower tummy.

“Ah~ L-Love!~ Ah!~ I-I’m- MMGH!~” He gasps out and pulls you against his chest, biting his lip tight before slowly closing his eyes. His hands weakly grabs at your hips before pressing them down hard against his, wanting to keep you close while he cum fills your pussy again. He gasps out and coats your walls in his cum once again, filling your pussy up while he whines out desperately. His body shuddered and he whines out before taking in deep breath.

Both of your lower regions were coated in your own sticky mess, and you were more than pleased with him. Satisfied even. Sanji’s grasp on your hips grows weak and he releases your hips, his breaths still heavy and yet slightly whiny.

“Ahh~ Ah~” He shivered beneath you, sliding his hand up your back. His makeup was running down his cheek and onto the pillows from his tears, his soft yet broken mewls echoing though your ears. You smile softly and lie down against his chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly as he took deep breaths and sorta struggles to.

“N-No more…N-No more right now…” He exhaled, his curly-brows furling while his lips quivered. You give him a loving smooch to his cheek, waffling your fingers with his tightly as you warmed his sticky and messy cock. “No more for now baby…No more for now.” You giggled, nuzzling up into his neck.

He keeps you close, his hands combing through your strands as he lied there.

“Well? Was it fun?”

“H-Hm?-“

“Was it fun? You sure did enjoy the role didn’t you baby!~”

Sanji shoots up, his face turning a beet red as he looks away with with a frantic look in his eyes. “W-Well!- U-Um…”

“You enjoyed it didn’t you Sanji baby?~” You giggles, playing with his scruff while he whimpers out in embarrassment. “F-Fine. I did…I-It was…different to say the least…” He sighs out, hugging you and keeping you close. His fingers played with the sweet silky fabric of your lingerie.

“I-I…I did enjoy it…honestly…j-just…don’t tell anyone about this…please darling…” Sanji whispered to you, burying his face deep against your skin.

“I would never my pretty…” You promised, giggling to him.

Sanji raises his head in realization. You didn’t cum before or after he did.

“Oh! S-Sweetie you didn’t cum did you!?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. “It’s okay Sanji baby…I did say no more for now…didn’t I?” You giggle, straddling his lap once again.

Sanji gulps and lies back down against the fluffy pillows. He pouts a bit but smiles softly.

At least this was still somewhat of an enjoyable experience for him.

Even if it was forced.

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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I Can't Love You in the Dark

pairing: riri ✘ fem!udaku!reader

summary: given your siblings' over protective natures, you are forced to keep your relationship with riri a secret, but missing her calls for drastic measures. what happens when they find out? (requested by @melodykisses)

word count: 10.4k

contains: fluff, implied smut, protective!shuri, protective!t'challa, slight himbo!t'challa, shuri in her detective bag, lovesick!reader, lovesick!riri

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @yvxmpire @zayswriting

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: ngl it took me forever to finish this because i kept crying whenever i had to write scenes with t'challa in them. i hope it turned out okay and i didn't completely botch his character lol. but i think it's cute and fun idk. as always shouts out to oomf for the translations. pls enjoy these words my brain concocted <333

translations: ndiyacela - please, ndikuthanda kakhulu - i love you so much, mtuwam - my person

Rainy days in Wakanda always brought with them nostalgia. Droplets pelted the grass in your garden as you sat perched by your windowsill, admiring the fall. The hammering rain remedied your mind, bittersweet memories playing on an extended loop. A necessary distraction from your existing reality. It was not heavy enough to be deemed a storm, there was no thunder, no lightning, but it had the same lasting effects on your mood.

Rain made you miss her. You missed her smile, her laugh. You longed to feel her lips against yours again, craved the wistful sensation they filled you with that last night she spent in your quarters.

She'd come to say her goodbyes. She was with Shuri moments before, collecting her things and being reunited with her father's car. You thought she'd leave without a word, seeing as your time together was barely enough to be considered anything. Stolen touches in the presence of your siblings, magnetic fingers ghosting over one another. A push and pull that never got the chance to connect, not completely.

You two would lock eyes in your sister’s lab from a distance, using yearning stares to convey what your words could not, what you wouldn't allow them to.

At the time she wanted more than you saw yourself able to offer, so assuming she would leave Wakanda without saying goodbye to you was an idea you made yourself comfortable with. Until she showed up that night while you sat on your balcony, nursing a cup of tea, and letting your mind spin on with thoughts of turmoil and loss.

“Heavy is the head.”

You whipped up at the sound of her voice, not believing it at first. Her warm half-smile brought you back down to Earth and out of your own thoughts. Seeing her, just merely looking at Riri standing in your doorway had your chest tightening and heart sprinting.

“I am afraid you must be thinking of my brother. T’challa is king, his head is heaviest.”

She chuckled slightly, moving closer onto the balcony. “I don't think Ima ever get used to how gorgeous it is here. You hear the stories, but they don't do it justice.”

Brown eyes marveled at the city lights before them, while you marveled at how the gleams illuminated her face. It was difficult to admire the city when someone else stole all of your attention just by being.

“Wakanda will miss your presence.” You sipped your tea, averting her eyes when she finally turned to face you.

“Here I was thinking y’all wanted me out for good. I mean I'm technically the reason all that shit went down anyway.” Her nervous laughter pulled your eyes to hers.

You stood, walking over to her, studying her features. You could see the guilt swirling in her pupils, how it lodged itself deep inside of them, darkening their hue. “None of what happened was your fault. No one blames you. You are a victim just as we all are.”

“I blame me.” It was a whisper, and it rocked your core. A flick of anger ran through you at the thought of her feeling even the slightest bit guilty, anger at those who created it. Everyone who made her think this way about herself was taken care of. It eased your conscience some, knowing she would not be bothered again. Yet you still wished there was something you could do to absolve her of the feeling, anything.

You tilted Riri’s chin with your index finger and she flinched. You’d hardly touched her since she'd been in your country, not in the way you wanted to. So her shock was warranted. The two of you were aware of the brewing emotions when in each other's presence. You liked it, wanted more of it, but you were also aware of your older siblings, and their overprotective natures.

You knew it would only intensify now with your mother gone, and being with Riri, or anyone for that matter, would make them wary.

“I want you to stop that. I do not blame you, and I will not have you leave me believing that I do.”

Riri gulped. This was the closest you'd ever let her be to you. “Leave you?”

“Are you not preparing to leave me? Isn't that why you've come? To say goodbye?”

She shook her head, stepping out from under your touch. “Nah, I'm leaving Wakanda. You made it clear you didn't want this, don't do that.”

She was wrong. So very wrong. You wanted her more than she knew, more than you yourself understood. But you couldn't have her, and she didn't get that. “Do what?”

“That. Don't act like I'm breaking your heart or some shit. You don't wanna be with me and that's cool, but don't make me feel like it's on me. I told you how I felt from jump, don't put this on me. Please.”

“It is not on you. Nothing is on you, I need you to know that, now and forever.”

She backed away slowly, frustration fueling her antics. “Ugh! You know ion like when you do that. You're making it seem like choosing to be with me is some huge task, like you want to but can't. It's either you do or you don't. You're in your own way, this don't got nothing to do with Shuri, or T’challa. It's you. You don't want this, you don't want me.”

“Riri I–”

“Nah. I came to say bye, like you said, and Ima do that. Cause you deserve that at least, and I'm big on treating folks in the way they deserve. So goodbye, have a nice life.” She tried to step through the door, but you grabbed her wrist, igniting that familiar pull. That magnetic buzz you two knew well.

You spun her to face you and her eyes widened. She attempted to tug away, she was quite adamant about it, but your hold was firm. You wouldn't let her walk away from you. Not this time.

“Don't.” She did not mean it. You’d grown to learn her tones, and this one was a plea not for you to stop, but one that begged for continuance. Riri wanted you to take it all the way, and her beautiful gaze told you as much.

When you kissed her the sky roared, shaking your world. It pelted the two of you with endless showers. You cupped her wet face amidst it all, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. Passion seeped from within her into you, and you absorbed it all like your clothes did the rain. Soaking up all that Riri was had been a long-standing desire of yours for the last two months, and now you were drowning in it; you were drowning in her.

The rain still poured as you pulled away, but neither of you seemed to mind, neither of you seemed to notice. You were too caught up in the heat of each other as you watched the lightning reflect in her striking eyes. “To hell with my siblings. I do know what I want. I want you, Riri Williams.”

She nodded, kissing you again before tugging you into your room and ridding your bodies of your soaked clothing. You touched her everywhere that night, making up for lost time. It was something you both needed, something to solidify everything you felt for each other. No one had ever made you feel the way Riri did, and you needed her to know that.

Rain pounded at your windows, desperate and eager just as your lips were roaming her body, and it only added to the intensity floating inside your bedroom. You’d never felt more whole than in that moment.

“I am going to miss you terribly. Going to miss this.”

She put her bra back on before slipping into one of your tops. She kissed you then, less forceful now, still as heated. “I think you'll be aight for a couple of months.”

“Months?!?!”

Her laugh was loud and it roared from within her like the thunder outside. “Damn, I barely got my clothes back on yet and you already feening? Was it that good ma?”

You tossed a pillow at her and she gasped. “Shuri gave you Kimoyo beads?”

She held her wrist up, showing off the bracelet your sister crafted. “Good. I will be contacting you every day until I am able to see you again.”

“You real cute when you clingy, I like it better than you being detached and trying to ignore me.” You pulled her in again, pecking all over her face and she giggled. “But I really gotta go before Shuri comes looking for me and finds me half naked in your room. I been gone way longer than I said I’d be.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you were reminded of the risk you were taking. “You are right. She tracks me and watches me like a hawk. You should hurry.”

With one last kiss, Riri was out of your bedroom and heading back to America. And all you could think of was the way her mouth felt against every part of you, and how big your feelings for her were.

Every time it rained, your thoughts drifted, returning you to that night. That was your last time seeing her in person, feeling her, and you were suffering. You longed to be in her embrace again. Riri was a drug and your addiction only strengthened and grew incessant the more days you spent without her.

You’d kept your relationship a secret, fearing your siblings would not approve, especially now. At first it was thrilling, having something only you and Riri shared. And it was easy to conceal, being worlds apart.

But months of video chatting and vaguely explicit messages were no longer cutting it. You needed her with you, and it was something you were going to get. A plan hatched in your mind just as you heard soft rapping on your bedroom door.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I am awake. I am breathing. You may tell my brother that and you may leave me alone.”

“Who is to say I am not checking on your living status for myself?” Aneka stepped into your room then, grinning as she often did.

You spun to face her, sporting a bored expression. “As you can see, I am alive, and I am well.”

“Alive, yes. But you are not well. You have not been well since Miss Williams returned back to America.” She smirked when she caught your eyebrows shooting up, knowing she had you, but you were determined to prove her wrong. “What? Did you think I was unaware of your relationship?”

You deadpanned. “I have not been well since Shuri and T’challa decided I was a prisoner in my own home.”

“Ah, Princess, come on now. You are not a prisoner, they are only worried about you and want to keep you safe. As do I. We have all learned that we are not as protected as we previously thought ourselves to be.”

“Then why do I feel like I am a prisoner?” You challenged.

Aneka stepped closer to you, holding your gaze in that deathly intimidating way that she did. Despite her seemingly chipper demeanor, this stare she possessed, this daunting glare, it never failed to run your blood cold. The goosebumps on your forearms sparked instantaneously, like a knee-jerk reaction as she stood directly in front of you. Your breath hitched. “I can assure you, the life you live is in no way similar to the life of a prisoner, Princess.”

“Have I mentioned how unsettling it is when you stare at me like that?” Your attempt to keep the air light was acknowledged and she loosened her shoulders.

“You think so? I have been trying to perfect it, Ayo told me it isn't quite there, but I disagree.” She grinned. You respected Aneka a lot, and you respected her ability to shift from soldier to friend with ease.

You rolled your eyes with a huff, flopping onto your bed rather dramatically. “I'm glad you find this so amusing.”

“If you are so miserable without your scientist, why don't you make your case to go see her? I'm sure Shuri and T’challa would not mind you spending time with her, she and the Princess are friends after all.” You tried ignoring the buzz you felt at the words, your scientist. Riri was yours, all yours.

This made you sit up, a plotting grin hanging on your mouth. “Oh don't you worry about that, Aneka dear. I have that all figured out.”

“Now it is you who unsettles me, Princess. I want no part in whatever it is you are scheming. I will report to the King that you are awake.” With that, she picked up her spear and shifted out the door, leaving you alone to your own devices. Not a particularly logical thing to do, seeing as you had it in your mind you would be seeing your girlfriend soon. You and your devices would make sure of that.

•••

The Throne Room awakened memories you tried putting to bed. Months of avoidance, only for you to return now, reliving everything all over again. Gone was that homey feel it previously housed, in its place stood despair. Somehow the rain was aware of that. Crying skies depicted the emotions you felt being back here, your mood threatening to darken like the clouds outside.

It was quiet. No stirring apart from the gentle showers. Your brother was alone, as you hoped he'd be.

Stoic as ever, T’challa stood in front of the reinforced windows, palms tucked inside each other behind his back as he studied the foggy glass. You needed not to see his face to know he was contemplating, deep in his thoughts, swimming in them as he often did.

His whirring mind did nothing to conceal your presence from him. There was no doubt he sensed you coming before you even rounded the corner. “Do my eyes and ears deceive me?”

He watched you now, following your distorted silhouette through the glass as you strode toward him.

“They do not, My King.” His aura as intense as it was inviting, pulling you closer until your feet rested right beside his towering body. You joined him in his leisure, your own eyes falling to the streams of water racing each other down the surface.

"How are you?" His true concern buried deep under the question, and you answered as best you could, aware he was feeling similarly.

You bumped his shoulder with your own, grinning ever so slightly.

When he chuckled, it rumbled out of him from deep within. It was teasing, just as you expected. It was also comforting, cozy, washing over you and lightening your mood. “Have you come to ask me for something Shuri has said no to? If she has denied you, I am afraid there is nothing I can do to help you, Littlest Sister.”

He was bluffing and you knew it. Together, there was no negotiating with Shuri and T’challa. They worked as a unit to plot your untimely demise, as you were so fond of saying. Or rather Shuri worked, whilst T'challa merely followed her lead. The simple thought of your new ‘restrictions’ had your irritation flaring. No late night walks or drives alone, no venturing to the river without supervision, you had to be home at a certain time, no spending the night at your friend's.

Some were reasonable, you could admit that, and you understood their worry completely. But not allowing you to go shopping in the market without Aneka at your side was a tad overbearing. You were not a child, you could protect yourself just as well as they could. But once the two of them made up their minds together, that was final.

Which is precisely why you sought T’challa out alone. Of the two, he was easiest to manipulate. In Shuri's absence, you got what you wanted. She knew your tricks too well, having been the one to teach them to you. It was tougher for T’challa to say no to you and you took advantage of that.

“No. I have not seen Shuri today actually. Aneka was too busy, she could not cradle me in her arms like a baby and escort me to the lab.” You narrowed your eyes and his smile grew.

He tsked, deciding to play along. “That is too bad. I suppose since you have no supervision, I have no choice but to confine you to your room for the rest of the day, hmm?”

“I do not need supervision, Brother, as I've been saying for months.”

“Then what is it that you want? I am sure it’s something.”

Your gasp was dramatic as you clutched your chest, and it made him laugh again. “Do I have to want something to pay my Big Brother a visit?”

“Usually, yes. What else would bring you here, and have you address me as King, instead of what was it again? Oh yes, your jailer.”

You rolled your eyes, stomping your foot in the process. He still hadn't changed his stance, if he didn't see your pout and puppy dog eyes, you would be leaving here without the thing you came for. “Well now that you mention it, there is something I have come to discuss.”

“See, I knew it!”

“But! It is not for me, it's for Shuri.”

He turned to face you then, sporting a curious expression. Perfect, it was game time. “Well, I am sure you've noticed she retreats to her lab more often these days. You didn't hear this from me, but I think she sleeps there. It's worrisome. Not good for her at all.”

You embellished your concern, adding extra emphasis to certain words in attempts to keep his attention.

The two of you nodded in unison. “Yes, I have noticed this. You are correct, it is worrisome.”

“Right? I’d say maybe she should be the one constantly surveilled and not me, seeing as she's clearly losing herself in whatever it is she's working on over there. This new project of hers has truly been causing immense stress. It's not healthy, I think–”

T’challa snapped his fingers, losing patience with your rambling. “Your point, let us focus on that.”

“Oh yes! My point! The reason I am here! Well, I have a proposal that I believe can be good for her. Something, or rather someone, who can assist her, someone who gets her. A person who thinks similarly to the way she does.”

“And who is this person you speak of?”

A large smile spread across your face as you thought of her, her name escaping you coated in sheer adoration. Adoration you wanted to keep inside. But in order to carry out your plan, have it succeed, you would need to share it, reveal it only slightly to get your way. “Riri Williams.”

“Ah, yes. The American scientist. You believe she can help Shuri?”

You paced in front of him, your hands mimicking his behind your back. “Oh, I do, yes. They are both very intelligent, I believe they can help each other.”

“And how do you know this is something that either of them will want?” His eyes followed you, watching you walk back and forth.

“Well, I can assure you, Big Brother, this is something Miss Williams and I have discussed for quite some time. She wants to return to Wakanda and I would love– I mean, I think Shuri could benefit from her being here.” You cleared your throat and tried to ignore the smirk on your brother's face.

Your demeanor displayed the utmost confidence. You rocked perfect posture and spoke with worry-drenched words, but still, there was a storm brewing inside you.

Your heartbeat stuttered with every sentence, sweat dampened your forehead the longer you stood under T'challa's skeptical gaze. He knew there was something deeper going on than your concern for Shuri, but you had to sell it the best you could.

“Is that so?” That smile on his face told you he was not at all convinced by your sentiment. But you did not need to be convincing, you only needed his permission.

You nodded with a hard smile and faux desperation. He could not break you, you wouldn't let him. “Yes.”

“You and Miss Williams speak often?” Something in his tone dipped and so did your stomach.

“We are friends. Can I not have friends?”

T’challa threw his hands up and you exhaled softly, an indication that he would not be pressing you any further.

“I do not believe that this is entirely for Shuri, you’re not that selfless,” You feigned hurt and he laughed, scratching his beard. “But I will allow it. I quite like Riri, let her know she is free to visit whenever she may like.”

“You wound me, Big Brother. But I quite like Riri as well, and so does Shuri, obviously. Which is why I have decided to arrange her visit for this weekend.”

You beamed, and he squinted at you. “Oh, Littlest Sister, this is where you reveal the part of your plan I will not like, right?”

You bobbed your head up and down before speaking. “I was thinking since this is a surprise for Shuri, I could accompany Aneka on the trip? It would be good for Miss Williams to be greeted by a familiar face you know. She doesn’t know Aneka as well as she knows me. It would make her more comfortable.”

You threw your arms around him before he could protest, pulling back to gaze at him with the most gentle, pleading eyes you could muster. “You've already said she can visit, I just want to make sure her journey here is safe. This would make you my favorite big brother in the world!”

“I’m your only brother. And I did not agree to this. This was not the idea you pitched to me. No, Aneka can retrieve her on her own.”

“Please? Please can I go? I've been cooped up in this palace for months, I just want to greet my friend. Say yes, please?”

He shook his head in defiance. “No. And that is final. I will not risk your safety. Out of the question.”

Your arms were around his neck again as you begged, yanking hard and promising to take extra precautions. You felt T’challa relax under you and a devious smirk formed on your lips, dripping triumphantly. You’d won.

“Fine. But Shuri cannot know, do you hear me?”

You zipped your lips and locked them, tossing the imaginary key over your shoulder. Your smile still housed those doe eyes, and he shook his head.

“Go. Before I change my mind.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

You skipped off then, humming to yourself on your stroll back to your quarters. Excitement and anticipation bubbled in your chest at the thought of seeing your girlfriend again. Your longing daydreams of holding her and kissing her would soon become a reality and you felt like you were going to burst.

•••

“Where you going? You look pretty.” The holographic image of Riri’s face examined your expression. You were on your way to surprise her, and it was getting harder to conceal your joy the longer you spoke to her.

You smiled with a light blush, getting lost in her eyes. “Oh, I’m just heading to Shuri’s lab with my babysitter.”

Aneka’s groan was loud enough for Riri to hear and she laughed. “Well, I miss you baby. I wish you were coming to see me.”

“I miss you too, my love.” Riri stretched and you bit your lip at the sight of her in only a sports bra.

When she caught your reaction, she smirked. “You miss me? Or you miss something else, ma?”

“I do not appreciate what you are implying here.” Your voice lowered to a whisper as you eyed Aneka cautiously.

Riri laughed again and the mere sound of it soothed you, making it exceedingly hard to be annoyed with her. “I got the texts to back it up too. Remember when you said, ‘I just want to feel your mouth on m-’”

“Okay! We’ve arrived at the lab, I will talk to you later! Love you, bye!” You swiftly ended the call, hanging your head in embarrassment. Riri’s candor would never be a thing you got used to, you’d found. It was something you loved about her, her openness, but it never failed to shock you.

Aneka turned her head slightly as she spoke to you. “If only the King knew what he agreed to when he allowed you to go on this trip. I told you to leave me out of it, now I have to be subjected to these displays.”

“Ugh! How much longer until we are there? Can’t be trapped in here with you for another minute.” You huffed and she returned her attention to flying the aircraft.

“I can turn it around, you know?” Her words rendered you silent, and you remained that way for the rest of the flight. It was easy to discern from the self-satisfied smirk on her face that Aneka was pleased with her ability to shut you up. You were too excited to see Riri to challenge her anyway, even if you were sure her threat was indeed false.

“We are here.”

Stepping off the Talon Fighter, each breath you drew dried your mouth out, nerves beginning to get the best of you. This was not your first time in America, but it was your first time in Boston, and your first time being in Riri’s world.

Your mind trailed back to when you’d learned of Shuri’s kidnapping the last time she was here, along with Riri. Terror grew inside you that day at the thought of never seeing your sister again. You feared for Riri too, though you hadn’t known her then.

Now it was impossible to envision not knowing her. She took up so much space in your life, and did so gracefully over the span of months.

Your anxiety grew the closer you inched to her dorm room, treading through the sea of students littering the hall. You stood in front of her door then, and you knocked, anticipation clawing at your throat. Trembling fingers fidgeted at your sides as you waited. Seconds felt like hours, ticking by slower than molasses moved, and you allowed the intrusive thoughts to trample your mind like a stampede of elephants.

Did your hair look okay? You’d gotten your Bantu Knots redone that morning, just for her. What if she hated them? What if months apart made her realize she was no longer interested in you? Was she even home? Did she meet someone else? Maybe that was why she hadn’t answered the door yet. Perhaps she was no-

The door swung open and a rather sweaty-looking Riri stood before you: eyes wide and lips parted as her chest heaved. Post-workout looked amazing on her.

She hadn’t moved, nor had she uttered a word, her slow blink recognized as shock. You found yourself at a loss for words as well, taking her in fully for the first time in far too long. The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, as you often did. Staring down at her ignited that pull you’d been craving for months. Your eyes flickered to her lips, and she nodded, still unable to speak. You knew what she wanted, you wanted it too, yearned for it, even if you couldn’t find the words to say it.

You leaned in, smashing your lips to hers and fireworks exploded at the connection. Kissing her awoke a hunger inside your sternum. Riri hopped up, wrapping her legs around your waist and you backed the both of you into her room before kicking the door shut. Her back was on the bed shortly after as you hovered above her, lips still locked. Breathing was an afterthought. You only wanted more of her, all of her.

“You lied to me.” She managed in between hard pecks to your throat. Your hands roamed her sides and her exposed stomach as you moaned into her touch. “Said you was going to Shuri’s lab.”

“I know. Surprise.” Your lips met her chest and she shuddered with a giggle. Her whimpers drove you mad and you tugged on her leggings. “Off.”

She obliged without a beat of hesitation, and you slithered down her body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her abs on your way to your final destination.

You rolled beside her, exhaling loudly and she laughed into your side. “You are radiant, do you know that?”

“You aight too, I guess.” You gasped and pinched her thigh, bringing forth a whine. When you shifted to face her on the mattress, you found her shiny eyes already on you. The sight warmed your insides. Feeling the heat radiating from her sweaty body pulled you in, that neverending attraction working overtime to weave you two together. Being by her side mended parts of you you did not know were fractured, and you felt whole again. Riri made you whole.

Words were still scarce as you lay next to her panting body, the dim light casting shadows over that face that stole your breath away.

“What are you thinking about?” Riri’s gentle voice was like a song, and you got caught up in its melody.

“You. How much I missed you. How much I love you.” You watched the words wash over her and she grinned, making your heart flutter in that way only she could. You’d said your first real ‘I love yous’ two months ago, and now you couldn't stop.

Riri sat up, pulling her knees to her bare chest, head resting on them as she watched you intently. “How are you here right now?”

“As I said, I missed you and I wanted to see you.”

“Right, but how are you here? Thought T’challa and Shuri had that ass on lockdown.”

You rolled your eyes with a faint smile. “I think I have proven that when it comes to you, I am willing to defy everyone and everything in the world.”

“Damn, okay Princess. So how long you staying?”

“I’m not. You are coming with me.”

You watched the confusion flash across her face. “To Wakanda?” You nodded and she scrunched her nose.

“I got class on Monday baby. I can’t just-”

“I will have you back here in time for your classes. Now, get dressed and gather your things. Aneka is waiting.”

Riri did as she was told, grabbing a bag from her messy closet, stuffing clothes into it. “So you flying me to another continent? Just for the weekend? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Yes.” Your answer was matter-of-fact and simple, and you could tell she was having a hard time believing it.

She slung her bag over her shoulder nonetheless and waited by the door for you to lead the way. “Ion know how I be forgetting I’m dating a literal Princess. Like powerful kingdom and rich as hell type Princess. How do I forget that?”

You laughed, grabbing her fingers and lacing them into yours. The static shock did not cause either of you to jump, instead, you latched on tighter. “It’s because I am quite humble, what can I say.”

“Or I’m just so obsessed and in love with you alone, I block out all the unimportant stuff. Like how rich you are.”

You beamed down at her clinging to your arm. “I think I like that reason better.”

“While we on the subject, just how rich are y’all over there? Gimme like ballpark or something.”

Your chuckle was hearty as the two of you boarded the ship hand in hand and you shook your head.

•••

The trip home seemed to be shorter than the one leaving. Riri was all over you the entire time: sitting in your lap, kissing your face, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, and making you giggle with her corny little science jokes.

“Okay, okay you gon like this one. What do you call it when a biologist takes a photo of themself?”

Your eyes rolled and you sighed. “I don't know.”

“A cell-fie.” She laughed in that over-exaggerated way she reserved only for you and slapped her knee. It was your own fault really, you’d made the mistake of telling her science and humor did not mesh well, so it became her mission to prove you wrong.

“That was awful.” You responded with a fond smile.

She pushed off you and you attempted to pull her back. “Man whatever. That shit was hard, you just wouldn't get it. Shuri would laugh.”

“Speaking of my darling sister. She doesn't exactly know you are coming.”

Riri quirked a brow, and you heard Aneka huff a soft laugh at your confession. “What are you talking about?”

“Well… in order to get my brother to agree with you coming here, I was forced to tell a few white lies. One of which included me telling him I was bringing you here as a surprise for Shuri.” Your grin did nothing to shift her frown.

“And what does that mean for us? This isn't gon be like the first time I was here right? Because that was just, no. I ain't doing that ag–”

You reached for her hands, trying to ease her unrest. “No! Of course not. You would only have to spend some time with her in the lab. And given her current state, it is highly probable that she'll kick you out almost immediately. Then we may spend the weekend together. Trust that I have thought this through, mtuwam.”

“Okay… if you say so.” It was evident she was still a bit uneasy, so you kissed her lips gently, hoping to soothe her.

“Princess, we are home.”

Reentering Wakanda’s borders was an activity you could never grow bored of. Your home was marvelous, and being reminded of that was an amazing feeling.

Letting go of Riri’s hand proved to be a difficult task. You kept grabbing it and pressing kisses to her knuckles, prolonging your stay on the ship. T’challa was waiting to greet you as you landed and you made sure to stand a reasonable distance from Riri, though her body called to you.

“I see you have made it back in one piece. I must admit, I didn't think the odds would be in your favor, Littlest Sister.”

“Comedy does not suit you, Big Brother, I would stick to sulking on the throne if I were you.”

He laughed, then his eyes drifted to Riri perched patiently beside you. “So happy to have you back with us Miss Williams. I'm sure Shuri will be as well.”

“Happy y’all invited me. Wakanda is dope as hell, I love it here.” Her response was genuine and it filled your chest with pride. You met her gaze for a split second longer than intended and you couldn't help but grin. Damn those striking eyes of hers.

You cleared your throat, excusing yourself to help Riri settle in and T’challa nodded. “Give me your bag dear.”

It was a whisper soft enough only for the two of you to hear, and you hoped the gesture wouldn't seem too off. You were simply being hospitable. There was no way you were letting Riri carry her own bag, not when your hands were ready and available.

Your hands brushed at the exchange, longing fingers lingering lovingly. You felt eyes on the two of you as you walked away, but when you turned, there was no one.

“And the best part is my room is right down the hall. So you can sneak out at night to visit me. Or I can visit you, whichever you prefer.” You’d just gotten Riri settled in one of the palace's spare rooms.

She only beamed at you, pulling you in by your waist and you laughed. Her hands on your body just felt right. She was on her tippy toes then, kissing you long and deep, and you molded into her. Her fingers traced the hem of your skirt, climbing higher and higher up your thigh.

She shoved you onto the bed with force and you groaned. “Riri.”

“Just go with it.” She was on your lap soon after, wet mouth roaming your exposed neck as she created bruises that were sure to last.

You moaned, allowing your fingers to find her hips. “We can't.”

“You sure?” Her head was descending lower and you wanted her to keep going, every muscle in your body wanted to guide her, but you couldn’t. Not now, not with the Dora posted outside the room door, and not when you were supposed to be sticking to your plan. You knew T’challa would be checking in soon and you needed to head to Shuri’s lab immediately to avoid further suspicion.

“Ayo is outside, and T’challa could stop by at any time. I do not want to risk anything. Besides, we must go see Shuri now.”

Riri groaned but got up, once again allowing you to lead the way. You laughed at her and she stuck out her tongue. Bast, you had to be the luckiest person on Earth, with the cutest girlfriend on Earth.

“You sure Shuri’s in here? It ain’t usually this dark.” The two of you entered your sister’s lab. It was empty. Her playlist drowned out the sounds of her soft snoring, but they got louder the closer you inched to her.

“Oh, she is certainly in here. Griot, the lights please.”

The AI obeyed, lighting up the space to reveal a sleeping Shuri at one of the workstations. She was still in her clothes from the day prior, same lab coat too. Her curls were wild and frizzy from not being tied down and there was a small amount of drool on the side of her mouth.

“Yo, did she sleep here?” Riri walked closer to where you stood in front of your sister and you nodded. “Do we wake her?”

“In due time, my love, in due time.” You snapped a selfie of you and her sleeping form, mentally bookmarking it for later use. Your girlfriend shook her head next to you and your lips curved. “Now we wake her.”

Your finger met her cheek and you poked, but she did not stir. Then a thought struck you and you did everything to hold in your laughter.

“Shuri! You will never believe this, wake up! Tems has followed you back, look!”

This jolted her awake, and you took note of the candy wrapper stuck to the other side of her face. “She what? The love of my life has noticed me? Where? Show me!”

“Yeah, she did not actually notice you, but could you imagine? Tems is not thinking of you, dear sister. Just needed to wake you is all, seeing as you slept here again after you said you wouldn't.”

Shuri narrowed her eyes, looking you up and down curiously. “I would much rather sleep here than in the same place as my lying and deceitful sister. You cannot joke like that, you know how much I love her.”

“Right…” She pinched your arm and you yelped. "Ouch! What is your problem?!"

“Speaking of lies and deception, I will give you one chance to tell me where you went this morning, I lost signal on your Kimoyo beads for a few hours.”

Your groan was to be expected, and it did not soften her accusing tone. You knew Shuri would be tracking you, which is why you switched them off the moment you were outside the border. “I am not a child, you know. I can come and go as I please.”

“No. You cannot. Now tell me where you went and who you were with.”

Riri poked her head out from behind you after minutes of going unnoticed by your sister. She waved shyly with a smile. “She actually came to get me. Heard you was working on something that had you stressed, and your sister thought I could help.”

She reached up to pluck the wrapper from Shuri’s face and you swallowed your laughter.

“Riri! I've missed you! I honestly did not see you standing behind her. Sometimes I forget how short you are.” She pulled the smaller girl in for a hug and you snarled.

Annoyance bustled within you, the need to protect Riri taking hold of your thoughts and actions. “Hey! She is not that short. You’re one to talk.”

Shuri tilted her head, startled by your outburst, and your attempt to play it cool was rendered useless when you caught Riri’s sly smirk, clearly pleased with your defense. You fought your own smile, ignoring the awkward tension floating above the three of you. You prayed desperately for it to dissolve, fearing Shuri’s comments if it did not. “Okay then, that wasn't weird at all. Where is your sense of humor sister, geez? But anyway, Riri, yes I could use your help. I have not slept in my bed in days.”

“We can tell.” You retorted and she attempted to smack you.

“Uh yeah, how can I help?” It took nothing for them to completely zone out, wholly consumed by their work.

Though your presence was neglected soon after, the sight of the two most important women in your life bonding warmed your entire heart. You did not think it possible to love Riri more, but witnessing the smile she brought to Shuri’s face, seeing the way her eyes lit up, made you aware of how wrong you were. Loving her was limitless. It was so easy for her, lifting the spirits of others, being generous with her mind and time. She filled you with joy and pride, every ounce threatening to seep out of you.

You were staring, and you knew it, but it was not a thing that could be helped. Being so enamored with all that Riri was, you were oblivious to Shuri’s eyes darting between you and the young scientist you ogled across the lab.

Riri’s presence was enveloping like that, it toweled around you, muffling everything that wasn’t her.

“I think I'm going to call it a night. Going to actually sleep in my bed for once. Riri you are welcome to stay here as long as you like, I’m sure my sister would be happy to keep you company.” Something in her tone of voice sounded off, but it was difficult to pinpoint.

Riri nodded, turning back to the blueprints on the interface.

“Be safe, please.” Shuri kissed your head, smiling softly before leaving.

It wasn’t long before Riri took advantage of your aloneness, leaping onto you like a bunny. Her mouth was all over you, and you were a mess underneath her. She gripped your ass and you shrieked. “Riri, not here, we can't.”

“When you gon give me a chance to show you just how much I missed you, ma?” She kissed your stomach, pulling a tired moan from the back of your throat.

She knew just how to get you worked up, touching and kissing all the right spots. “Okay, fine. But it cannot be here.”

The two of you were giggling messes as you tiptoed through the silent palace. Riri pulled you into a secluded hallway, nipping hungrily at your jaw. Her tongue lapped over the bruises decorating your neck, amplifying your need for her. You smirked down into her lust-filled eyes. She would take you right here, and you were prepared to let her.

“I want you.” Her fingers were already under your skirt and you whimpered at the contact. Your heart came alive in your chest, batting against you from the thrill of it all.

A heated kiss muffled your moans as you writhed under her. “Shhh baby. You gon get us caught.”

It was difficult, and Riri was terribly skilled with her fingers. You were both gone off each other, so inebriated that the footsteps approaching the dark corridor went unnoticed. Someone cleared their throat and you jumped. Your stomach flipped, and your heartbeat revved into overdrive. Thrill melted away, dissolving into gut-wrenching dread.

You ripped your wet lips from Riri’s and turned to face the mystery person. The two of you were distraught and out of breath as Ayo inched closer. “Princess? Is that you? What are you doing out this late? The King–”

“I will head to my room now! No need to involve my brother!” The shake in your voice was noticeable, and her eyes widened when she caught sight of kiss-blown Riri tucked nervously behind you.

“Oh! Um, my apologies Princess. I was not aware you were not… alone. But please, head to your quarters. If I have found you, anyone can.” You tried ignoring her admonishment, but she was correct after all. Taking this kind of risk could have ended a lot worse, T’challa could’ve found you, Shuri. You knew better. It was reckless, but when Riri was in your head, thinking straight was a battle, a losing one.

She dipped her head, leaving you and your girlfriend alone. Your laughs were instant after, and you slapped your palms over each other's mouths. “Ooh, you in trouble Princess.”

“Stop it! Come on, let's go.” You tugged her to your quarters, fully intending on finishing what was interrupted moments ago.

•••

Waking up with Riri next to you was a feeling you needed to know forever, you’d decided. In the dark of the night, she'd tucked herself into your side, head on your chest as small snores escaped her. Being deprived of this sight, this warmth, for as long as you were was criminal.

She nestled closer and it just about brought you to tears. A soft kiss to her temple pulled her from slumber and she frowned, stunning brown eyes finding yours instantly. “You woke me.”

“With a kiss.”

“I ain't sleeping beauty.” She glared at you, it was so cute you just had to kiss her again.

Your chuckle was immediate as you stared at her arms, still wrapped around your torso with zero plans of letting go. “You are beautiful when you sleep, so I disagree. You're quite the sleeping beauty.”

“Corny.”

Rapid knocking at your door hindered your response and you panicked. It was far too early for Aneka to be checking on you. You leapt out of bed frantically with your sheet wrapped around your naked body, fearing it was one of your siblings. “Who is it? I am not yet decent.”

“It is just me, Princess. Thought I’d come to check on you a bit earlier, in case you needed help sneaking a certain scientist out of your quarters.”

You sighed loudly. “I don't need–”

“Do not lie, Princess. I am aware of where she spent the night. Your little run-in with my wife last night has made me privy to many things.”

You heard Riri giggle behind you and you huffed. “We are fine, Aneka. Your assistance is not needed.”

“Very well. Oh, and Shuri would like to see Miss Williams in her lab later today. Something about their project. And, be cautious, ndiyacela.”

It was unclear if Aneka’s concern about your relationship remaining a secret was out of love for you, or fear of losing her job. But knowing her, it could very well be both. When she left, you crawled back into bed, pulling Riri atop you, cradling her body ever so delicately in your arms. She tucked her head beneath your chin, meshing well with your skin there.

A puzzle, the pair of you were, you fit just right. Tender fingers massaged circles into her back, causing her to coo into your ear. If given the choice, you'd stay this way forever, making her frame an extension of your own.

“We have got to get up eventually, mtuwam.”

This caused her to groan and snuggle closer into you. “Don't wanna.”

“If we do not get up, someone will come looking for us. Most likely Shuri herself, if she's requested to see you.”

Riri held you tight, still refusing to budge. You had no desire to move either, having made a home under her warmth. But alas, like a wolf, you had to blow it down, leaving her bare skin exposed to the cool of the room.

Her little huff of annoyance was adorable as she shifted back to the side of the bed she slept on, and you got up. “So does this mean you won't join me in the shower? That is too bad. I remember how much you enjoyed the water pressure when you were here last.”

Riri’s head rose from the covers excitedly, tripping over the sheets as she ran into your arms.

After your shower activities, you and Riri found yourselves battling to keep your hands off of each other in the elevator down to Shuri's lab, touching her only enabled your growing addiction.

The lights were dimmer than usual when you stepped off, it was quieter too, no music or buzzing chatter of her team. Weird. There was always movement during the daytime.

“Shuri?” You called into the darkness, but silence greeted you. It all felt off; ominous, and you did not like it.

Riri tugged on your arm. “Ion think she's here babe.”

“Oh, but she is here… babe.” A shadow moved toward you and you squinted, eyes adjusting to Shuri as she stopped in your direct line of sight. T’challa was not far behind, face contorted into what you believed was meant to be a scowl. “See. I told you, Brother, if I sent word for Riri, our darling sister would be in tow as well.”

Shit.

Your eyes passed quickly to Riri, who seemed more confused than anything. You, on the other hand, were on the verge of collapsing. The drumming in your chest blared in your heated ears, blocking out the sound of Shuri’s ranting. T’challa had not yet addressed you, his eyes merely fanned you disappointedly, which somehow made it all worse. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Answer my next question truthfully or so help me…” Shuri wiped her palms down her face with an exasperated sigh, thickening the atmosphere with the air her body expelled.

“Are you two,” She wagged her finger between Riri and yourself. “You two are… Bast, Brother I cannot even say the words.”

She was being theatrical, honestly. When Shuri got like this it was hard to get her to listen to reason, but reason escaped you, so either way you were screwed. You passed a glance at your girlfriend, whose eyes seemed particularly fond of the shiny floors. Every bone in your body wanted to comfort her, needed to reassure her, but you froze, your feet planting deep roots in the ground, prohibiting your movement.

“Littlest Sister, is it true? What Shuri has told me about you and Miss Williams? Are you two… involved? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” T'challa spoke at last as Shuri paced.

Involved? Involved made it sound so formal, so dated, like the two of you were in your forties. You were not involved, you were in love. Admitting that would only escalate things now though, so you bit your tongue and hung your head in shame. You had to hand it to him though, pulling out the doting brother card was almost enough to crack you.

Neither of you spoke, fearing too much the outcome. Riri’s discomfort buzzed off her and onto you as though it was your own. Not easing it was enough to fracture you again, undoing all the rebuilding you’d done in the past twenty-four hours. She stood silently, fidgeting with her fingers, intending on following your lead like usual, but you were all out of moves.

“Take her silence as an answer Brother.” Shuri’s unyielding glare made you flinch. Under any other circumstance, you’d find her behavior amusing, but her ability to intimidate had grown more effective after ingesting the heart-shaped herb.

You cleared your throat, finally gaining the courage to speak and you felt hopeful eyes on you, Riri’s eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

“Answer the question, liar.”

A laugh climbed your throat as Shuri spat her sentence at you, but you swallowed it. “And what is it that you presume I've lied about?”

Your question was only to gauge their knowledge, to see just how much you could twist your already existing string of lies before it snapped completely and forever.

Shuri tapped her chin dramatically. “Hmm, well let us see. Should we start with the original lie you told to get her here? Disguising it as a surprise for me,” T’challa nodded beside her, cosigning the entire ordeal. “But that one is more on you, Brother, for not catching it.”

“Hey now! In my defense, I was truly concerned for you when I agreed to Miss Williams coming here.”

“You were a fool is what you were. You fall for her tricks all the time, it's sad. I’m sorry, but it is.”

T’challa scoffed. “Can we please focus? I am not the one in trouble here.”

“I'm just saying, if only you had run this past me, instead of blindly agreeing, this could have been avoided altogether.” Shuri’s expressive hands spoke with her, just as frantic, just as accusing.

“Well–”

Your anxiety dissipated the longer you watched the two of them bicker, who the ring leader was, was clear as day. You passed a glance at Riri, discreetly squeezing her hand for a few seconds.

“Oh! Did you see that?! Let's get back to you deceivers, eh? Seeing the way you defended her when I called her short did not concern me much, it was odd, but not concerning. Now, the way you ogled her, that, raised my eyebrow.”

She paced some more, condemning you with each stride. “I knew that look, it’s the same look I sport when Tems uploads a new photo. But it was not quite enough, no. It could be explained away.”

Shuri stopped, regarding Riri’s puzzled exterior before turning her focus to you. “And that brings me to my next piece of evidence,” Her fingers lowered the collar on your button-up and you cursed under your breath. “Brother, what do these look like to you?”

He jolted to attention, clearly unaware his input would be warranted. “Um, I believe those are hickeys.”

“Hickeys.” The word rancid on her tongue. “I noticed them when I kissed you goodnight. Now how would my little sister get hickeys on her neck? They weren’t there the day before, but conveniently appeared when Riri arrived.”

“I saw you take her bag as well. Yesterday when you returned, you carried her bag, you may not have thought I saw it, but I did. Shuri, tell them.”

Shuri rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, T’challa saw the stupid bag. The point is we know about you two. We know everything. And there is more.”

“More? What more?” T’challa seemed just as perplexed as you and Riri, eyeing Shuri in anticipation.

She held up her wrist, displaying a rather incriminating video on her beads. T'challa’s gasp was as loud as it was comical. It was of the both of you, in the lab last night. Your mouth on hers, hands in places they shouldn’t have been. Your blush crept up the back of your neck, stretching across the span of your body. You felt it in your stomach, your toes, it even slithered itself into your mouth. Bitter and dry, and scarce of compassion.

“I needed to be sure of my suspicions, so I turned on the cameras before I left. What do you have to say for yourselves? Lying will not save you now, we have seen everything.”

“Everything.” T’challa repeated, waving his finger in your faces.

You locked eyes with your girlfriend again, communicating without words. “Fine. You've caught us.”

“I knew it!”

Shuri’s glower was a bullet of irritation, and she smacked T’challa in the head. “Of course you knew it, genius. I told you this before they arrived.”

“Right. You did, yes.”

Your laugh evaded you before you could stop it and you were met with the same look your brother received. “So you find this funny?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, no. This is all very serious. Serious allegations, serious evidence. Carry on.”

“How long?”

“A few months.”

She squinted. “How many months?”

“Seven.”

They both widened their eyes at your confession, and T’challa slapped his hand over his mouth, bewildered. “You have been lying to us for seven months?!?! So this started before you returned to America?”

Her question darted to Riri, and she waited expectantly for an answer. “Yes.”

Your brother shook his head, mirroring Shuri because of course he did. “You are too young to be involved with anyone.”

“Exactly. I forbid it.” Shuri threw her hands up as if her word was final. You refuted her statement with a quickness, under no circumstances did she get a say in your love life. Before you knew it, you were in a screaming match with your siblings, a rare occurrence, but you would not back down.

“You can't forbid me from loving your sister Shuri.”

The yelling subsided, three royal heads whipping around to face Riri. You had not expected that, you hadn't expected her to say anything. It was your mess, not hers. Your lies.

“Loving her?”

Riri stepped forward, gripping your fingers tightly, and for the first time, the shock startled you. “I love your sister. I'm in love with her. And if I'm speaking out of turn my bad, but forbidding us from being together ain't gon work because I’m not giving her up, not ever,” She observed them cautiously before continuing.

“Now I understand why there might be cause for concern, I get it, after what y’all went through, being protective is justified. But trust that I wanna protect her too? I want her safe, I want her sound, and I want her loved. I love her so much, too much, and ion wanna have to do that in secret. I don't wanna have to hide. Because your sister deserves more than that.”

T’challa was the first to wipe his tears. “Shuri, maybe we are being too harsh. They seem happy, hmm?”

“Was that rehearsed or did it all just come to you right now?” Her unrelenting glare was beginning to falter.

“Can't rehearse how I feel Shuri, I just… feel.”

Shuri's watchful eyes were on you, you felt them, but you only had the strength to focus on one thing, so you chose Riri. Her words rearranged every cell in your body, rendering you entirely and utterly speechless. Coherence was a thing you no longer knew as you stood dumbfounded, watching her, learning her all over again. For a moment you zoned out, forgetting where you were and how you’d gotten there.

“And what have you to say, Sister?”

“I-I love her too. She means everything to me. She is my person. I choose Riri, I will always choose Riri.” Gazing into her eyes felt different this time, more honest, more open; though they sucked you in all the same.

Shuri gagged. “You two are gross, but I suppose I can allow this, seeing as I trust you both,” She turned to Riri then. “But if you ever hurt her, and I mean in any way, I will create a virus so complex and otherworldly to infiltrate and destroy every piece of technology you own, including your suit. Maybe even while you're in it, zipping around in the sky. Then bam!"

She slammed her fist on a table with force, cracking it in half and you both jumped, blinking in disbelief. T'challa's snicker was muffled behind you and you shot him a look.

"Just because we are friends doesn't mean I won't demolish you in the name of my little sister. I will end you, in every way I know how. And trust that I know many.”

Riri gulped, clearly shaken by Shuri’s tone shift. “That's fair, I respect that.”

“Now I may not be as harsh with my words as my little sister, but I do agree with everything that was just stated. Do we have an understanding?” Your brother’s hands were on Riri’s shoulders and she bobbed her head. “Good. You two may go, enjoy the rest of your weekend, I will deal with Shuri. Make sure she calms down.”

You wasted no time, scurrying off and onto the elevator, wanting desperately to escape your siblings.

•••

The evening breeze was brisk, and it cooled your tea as you watched the city lights flicker on. The sweet aroma of her leave-in conditioner greeted you before she did, wafting deep inside your nose and clinging to your senses. You smiled when she emerged on your balcony.

“We suck at being in a secret relationship.” Riri sat in your lap and you gripped her waist.

“Absolutely horrible at it.” Her eyes were the softest you'd ever seen them, leaking with vulnerability and want. “Perhaps our love is not meant to be concealed, mtuwam.”

Her lips curved upward, delighted by your admission. “Say more words like that.”

“I want to love you in the open. I want the world to know you are mine and I am yours, truly and fully.”

“Damn. You real good at that. Almost makes me wanna kiss you.”

Her words made you scoff, as they were intended to, and she laughed. “Almost?”

“Kinda scared to do anything now after your crazy ass siblings just jumped me.”

Your own laugh bellowed out, causing her to dip her head into the crook of your neck. “If I am remembering correctly, they cornered us both.”

“And who got threatened with an ‘otherworldly’ virus? Me or you? You ain't tell me Shuri was kinda…”

“What? Insane? I'm sure I've mentioned this over my many rants about her aforementioned insanity.”

She glared at you, and you smirked. “Seeing it for myself was different. I ain't believe you for real.”

“That's truly something, I'm glad we are in agreement, but can you please kiss me now? Or do you want me to tell them you've been denying me, and you’ve hurt me?”

Riri grabbed your cheeks and scrunched her nose. So, so cute. “Shut up.” Her lips were on yours moments after, and her tongue was in your mouth. The kiss was rough, it was passionate, and it warmed your insides better than your long-forgotten tea ever could on this chilly night.

A clap of thunder gave you déjà vu and you two pulled away. The stars competed with the shine in her eyes, losing terribly. You were bathing in rain soon after as she pulled you in again.

When the showers became too much, you carried her inside, tossing her damp body onto your bed before getting on top of her and connecting your foreheads.

She giggled as she held your wet face in place. “Convenient how it always rains when we on that balcony of yours.”

“Perhaps it is all my doing. To get you out of your clothing of course.”

She leaned up to whisper in your ear. “You don't need rain for that baby.”

“Ndikuthanda kakhulu, Riri Williams.”

And she grinned, wider than ever, basking in the tangible feeling of said love. “Right back at ya.”

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Come What May

Episode 3/?

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (little one)

Warnings: relationship issues, ptsd, withdrawal, sickness and slight suicidal behavior if you really squint. Just a lot of angst with a small bit of fluff at the end

A/n: SURPRISE SHAWTIES but don’t expect the next one for a while ima be busy

It only took two days to set up the cavern, but it felt like eternity. The silence was deafening between you both as the work was done, but by the time it was finished, you still were unwilling to speak to Obi-Wan. He was sure that this was the right thing, to go into hiding in order to keep you safe, to keep Luke safe... but at what cost? Already you both had stopped meditating together, though by your defiance of the darkness, you refused to quit doing it on your own. He knew that the things you did were not out of anger towards him, but as the days went on that week, it felt more and more like you were drawing away from his presence. Perhaps it was simply his lack in using the force that divided you.

He knew you wanted so much more than this life, and by leaving him you could have it. You stayed by his side through so much but he wondered if this was the last straw, that if things did not reconcile that perhaps you'd be gone one morning and he would be left to wonder. This was not the life he'd planned to give you, and this was not the place he'd meant to build a home with you... but plans change, and unfortunately, the rapid spread of the empire would make it hard for a jedi to live anywhere desirable.

The day came to cut your braid, as though it could simply be unbraided and left with the rest of your hair, you refused to let go of that small ritual, one that would allow you to feel the smallest sense of normalcy. It would not be as you hoped, because you had wanted to take your trials, and to become knighted under the republic... you wanted to sit before the council and receive your title as Obi-Wan cut your braid. You wanted the jedi lifetsyle, though at some point in your life you cursed it for what it was. Oh, how your mind was changed. It always seems to go, you don't know what you have until its gone. And you'd lost damn near everything. You lost your best friend, you had lost the person you considered your sister, several people you had known your entire life in the temple, you lost your bond with the clones, who now only lived to kill you. You'd lost your way of life, and the chance to live freely. Most of all you'd lost your fighting spirit, the one that kept going in the midst of the storm. You lost your will to keep the battle going.

That's why you stayed with Obi-Wan, and clung to him through your harsh feelings. He was that which survived and you would be grateful every day that no matter what you lost, at least he was still here with you. You gave into his notions of forgetting about the Jedi way, and sat before him as he prepared to cut your braid. He'd kept doing it by your request until this incident, but now it was time to lose all reminders, and lose all peoof that you were once Jedi.

"Will you cut it with your saber?" You asked gently, those being the first full words you'd uttered to him in the last four days. He understood that you were coming to terms with this, with everything. He knew that the pain was subsiding and the instinct to survive was beginning to outweigh the emotional side of things. It hurt him to think you wete surrendering to defeat, but what other choices did you have?

He nodded, and did as you asked. It was hard to watch the longest strands of your hair become the same length as all the others... it was the end of an era in your life and his. He was no longer your Master, and you were no longer his Padawan. That had always been the foundation of your relationship, and though you loved one another enough to prevail, despite it being gone, the memory of times past would sting for years into the future.

The next thing to go was the sabers.

This weapon is your life...

You both rode the Eopie to the middle of the desert, where likely the only travelers were Jawas. It took little time to dig a small hole for the box to fit into, one containging both your saber, his... and Anakin's. You wanted so badly to keep hold of it, to take the crystal from it's flash chamber at least and to have it with you as a reminder of a boy you once loved dearly.

Watching the first shovel full of sand cover the box almost felt like a disgrace.

"He hated sand," you whispered, but he heard you, as the silence was loud before you spoke.

"He hated this planet."

You knew that perhaps that very reason was why you were here instead of a luscious green planet. This place was a wasteland, and so many people hated it. It was the perfect place to hide withour attracting too many unwanted visitors. Even though the hunt was fresh, the Imps on Tatooine would likely clear out and leave only the minimum required guards at each station.

After the sabers were buried, she snapped from her thoughts, climbing the animal they rode togetger and headed to their new home in the mountains.

The first day passed without meditation, and without using the force to connect with anything around you, and you had started to feel a weakness in your body. It was not harsh or painful, but it was noticeable after a single day.

You had not yet searched for jobs nearby, as Obi decided it would be wise to lay low for a week or two, just until the troopers near the city had cleared out. You passed the time by setting up the security system outside the cavern, and by trying to make the sandy home more livable. Your strength ebbed lesser throughout the day, and by nightfall you found yourself sick.

You woke up several times in the darkness to go outside and heave to release the contents of your stomach, and even when it was gone, you still felt the need to throw up the bile that remained. Your body was having horrendous affects, and by the time the suns rose, you felt every ounce of strength was gone from you, and you collapsed beside Obi-Wan's sleeping form and fell into a slumber yourself.

The force bond was broken, and he could no longer sense about you a great many things. There were perhaps physical gestures you made on occasion that he was always able to recognize... but his way into your mind was gone. It is why when you were sick in the night, he slept through it, and had no idea what was happening.

The sickness did not carry into the days, but left you feeling completely overwhelmed and without resolve. The love of your life had no longer a force signature surrounding him, and it pained you to think that never again would you feel it’s comforting embrace.

Being without that presence made him different. He was still Obi-Wan, but a piece of him was missing, and you couldn’t grab hold of it anymore.

You grew so tired after doing barely anything. Eating, drinking, and talking became hard as well, and soon all you could do was stay up during the night, and sleep through the day.

Obi-Wan tried to pull you from your slumber on some occasions, but often he felt it best to let you sleep, to begin to gain strength to face this new way of life. It was taking a toll harder on you than it was on him, though he could not tell why. Perhaps all the emotional stress your body went through before any of this mess happened was somehow intertwined with how your behavior came now.

He didn’t dwell on it, and did what he could to help when he felt he could at all. It was at this stage of time that he sought after new work, because the rations and credits to buy more were dwindling by the day, though you ate little and hardly got up from sleeping.

He returned one day to find you sat on the small cot laid upon the stone and sand, a blanket wrapped tightly around yourself as you tried to breath evenly. Your eyes were filled with tears and it was now that Obi-Wan was able to see this went far deeper than mentality. You were visibly shaking, and he figured it was due to your lack in appetite and other substance.

Now he understood, the physical withdrawal you were going through was something he had not taken into consideration before, and it shook him to his core to think he’d been so careless with the very person he held dearest to him in this life. You are a consular, the force made living… a powerful being that leans on the force as if it were your own two legs. Being without it so fast, so suddenly… it was like coming off of spice after years of doing it consistently. You were sick, and weak, and your body did not know how to handle not having even the smallest uses of it, whether it be to connect with him, or to pull an item to yourself. You were powerless to stop the after affects, lest you tap into that signature, with the glowing green waves of feeling in the air around you.

Obi-Wan didn’t think twice before coming to sit beside you, pulling you into his lap and holding you against his body. You could no longer feel his signature, but he was going to make you feel him somehow.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he apologized, but realized it was too late to undo everything that had been happening to you on account of his foolishness. He hoped he could try and make up for it by being there for you now, to hold you and to listen and to help you through all of this. “Talk to me, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I need help, Obi. I think there’s something wrong with me….” You trailed, and it sounded not only unsure, but somehow dark and cryptic. “I feel weak, my body aches, and my mind,” you paused once more, this time turning to look at him with eyes empty of expression. “It’s becoming hard to keep going.”

“Don’t say such things, we will figure this out, we always do.”

You shook your head slightly, holding onto him but just barely, as the strength in your hands was only a fraction of what it used to be.

“I am not myself anymore, I don’t feel like anyone at all,” you cried into his shoulder, and he didn’t respond this time, he just held you and stroked your hair on the back of your head. What had he done? In the last year, things had been rocky, sure, but with all the history of what had happened in the time before that? He would have considered the last year to be luxury compared to this. Compared to the fall of the order and now compared to whatever lies ahead.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, and he clung to you, hoping that you would not leave him in your sleep. He could not bear anymore loss, and neither could you. He didn’t sleep, because his fears of having his greatest nightmare come true were far too much to handle, and did not allow him a restful night.

By the first light of the morning, you stirred in his embrace, and he silently thanked whatever kept your life going through the night. You sat up of your own will, and looked down at him with sleepy eyes, but somehow it felt better than the horrendous day before. That was the first night you’d slept through till morning since you both arrived at this cavernous home in the desert.

It was slow, and without many words, but eventually you both got out of bed, and he convinced you to eat something. It wasn’t much, but after almost three days of barely touching your food, it was more than he could ask for. Sitting silently was becoming hazardous, and now that he’d realized that, he became instantly prone to striking up conversation. He understood that it was less natural now that your force bond was destroyed. It was almost like conversing with a new person for the first time, to not have the inner workings of their mind connected with yours to help you understand what they wanted to, or were trying to say.

“The things you said yesterday…” he knew it was a rather harsh topic to bring up so quickly, but it had been on his mind since the night before and he needed you to ease his mind.

“I should have told you sooner, I’m sorry to have kept it quiet for so long,” you knew he would probably only tell you not to apologize, but for this you really were sorry. “Obi, I’ve known you as long as I can remember, and for all of my life you have been a constant to rely on, and I’m grateful you are by my side…”

He nodded you on to continue, but you felt that perhaps you needed to think through your words a bit more carefully, as you did not want to hurt his esteem by them.

“From the time I was young, I never knew where I came from, only where you found me. I never knew my parents, if I had any at all. I don’t know if they loved me, or if they sold me to that camp on Mimban… I don’t even know my real name, just the one they gave me there,” he knew where this was headed, only by the words you’d uttered till this point. He knew it wasn’t his fault, none of it was, but he still felt responsibility for your happiness, and right now, you were anything but happy. “The jedi gave me an identity, someone to be, and an objective in my life. My way of life is the force, and without it, who even am I?”

“You will always be a Padawan… though you no longer train, that will not change.”

He was trying to reassure you, but you weren’t having any of this. For once you were going to say whatever came to you, even if it opposed him. You felt you’d earned that right.

“A Padawan without a Master will not succeed. You’ve cut yourself off from the force and it’s like you’ve left me, somehow. You’re different, in a way that I can’t explain or change. All of this that we’ve begun, cutting my braid, stopping our meditations, burying our sabers… it’s too much, Obi. I can’t pretend like this is all just one big mission anymore, and I don’t know what to do.”

“I understand your sadness, my love. Speaking to you has become different than how it used to be, and for that I am deeply sorry,” he cut himself off, but he wasn’t finished. He just wanted to let his words sink into you a small bit before he gave you his meaning. “It is for your protection that we now must learn this way of life. If the empire finds us and we’re separated from one another…”

Now, that was something you couldn’t bring yourself to think about. It would be the end of you if you should lose the one thing left. Without him, you have no reason to wake up everyday. Without him, you would gladly lie down and never get up again. Just as it was when you thought he was dead, your mind would succumb to the darkness, and not through the force this time. You knew that this was all in the best interest for you both, but it was just so hard.

“I know,” you looked at him, reaching out for his hand. Physical touch was nothing new to you both, but now it was like a lifeline, something to help try and fill the empty hole where your force bond used to be.

“You are so much more than what the Jedi made you to be. You are a bright and shining star of this galaxy, and no matter what happens, you will always keep glowing.”

But what loomed heavily in your mind, was that the biggest stars burned out the fastest.

After your talk, things started to get better. Obi-Wan was very attentive to your every move, helping you to wake up in the early morning, and making sure you were absolutely alright before he left for work. As soon as he returned, it was the same, keeping watch over you until you fell asleep. He always made sure you fell asleep first, for then he could rest himself as well.

He thought that perhaps his efforts alone were helping you to become better… what he hadn’t known however, and what you did not plan on telling him, was that you’d been using your spare time in the day to continue your own training. To use the methods he once taught you in both fight and meditation. You were careful to not use the force in front of him, or in front of anyone for that matter… but you were beginning to feel your signature become strong again, as it needed to be in order for you to survive.

He would probably disapprove of your own continuation in training, but he would not find out, as he could no longer detect your force presence anymore. He was powerless to know how strongly it surrounded his being everyday.

The time came, however, for you to begin work in anchor-head. You had far too much time on your hands, and it felt like you were becoming a recluse, away from human interaction aside from your husband.

You’d tended a rather popular bar in Mos Eisley for an entire year, you supposed a small saloon in Anchor-head would be easy work, and it was. There were no more than thirteen patrons throughout the day, and though they drank themselves into unconsciousness sometimes, they were harmless as far as you could tell. There was hardly ever rowdy behavior, and never any action to be had. It was quiet, and it was lowkey, and for someone in hiding, it was perfect.

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