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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 12 days

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Dirty Work 52

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I always come back to Loki.

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Loki lingers, his head against your arm as you sit in the hue of spring. You could be calm if he weren’t there, if he hadn’t just altered your irrevocably. His wife?

You could’ve never imagined it. You can’t be his wife. You’re the maid. You’re lost and hopeless and unimportant. Yet he wants to marry you? You? Even your own father doesn’t want you. Until just then, you may have thought the same of man kneeling by your feet.

Should it feel special? Should you be happy? Doesn’t every woman dream of her wedding day? You didn’t. You never expected a husband. You never had the thought to spare marriage. It just didn’t seem realistic to you. It was never a possibility you had to weigh.

“You’re quiet,” he lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with his gemlike eyes, “aren’t you excited?”

You suck in your lip then let it out, “yeah, I’m just... surprised.”

“Mm, I’m sorry it wasn’t a better one,” he looks around, “no candles, no champagne... but there are flowers.”

“Yeah, I guess, er--”

You hear the doors and before you can face the intruder on your scene, Frigga’s voice unleashes in a shrill squeal, “did you do it? Oh, please, Loki, what did she say?”

He shifts and clears his throat. He grips the arms rest and pushes himself to his feet. He plants a kiss on your forehead before he straightens. He lets out a breath as he turns to his mother.

“We are getting married,” he says plainly.

“Oh, how wonderful,” she chimes, “oh, a daughter-in-law!... Again.” She chuckles lightly, “it will be like a fairytale.” She flutters over to you as Loki moves out of her way, “darling,” she takes your hand, tugging you up to your feet, “this will be even grander than Walpurgisnacht. Oh yes, this will be unforgettable.”

You look at Loki as he returns your helpless gaze. You pout in his direction as he shrugs. Your mouth curves deeper downward. Please help!

“I’ve got some silhouettes in mind,” she pulls you away from the table, “Hela showed me this app, Pinterest I believe it’s called. I have all these splendid things saved.”

‘Sorry,’ Loki mouths and turns his hands out as you’re dragged away from the sunlight and the serenity of nature. Back to the dark house where you can’t breathe.

Inside, she takes you into the kitchen. She leaves you by the island as she flits around, dropping black tea into a pot and putting on the kettle to boil. She hums gleefully as you just stare. ‘Daughter-n-law'. That’s what she said. Would that make her your mother?

“Dear,” she turns to you and exhales, her expression dampening, “I recall you said your mother isn't with us anymore. I understand that may make this bittersweet for you but I will be here for you. Whatever you need, whatever questions you have, I’ll be happy to help. A wedding is a big thing. There’s much to do.”

You nod, “should we... should we hire a planner?”

“A planner? Gods no! I fancy myself a bit of an amateur but more than adequate,” she tuts, “we could have it at the house. Or perhaps we might seek out a nice chapel.”

You frown. It’s all so much so fast. She stops and puts her hand to her chest, “oh sorry, darling, I’m just so excited for you. I’m not trying to take over. Don’t be afraid to speak up. What do you think for a venue? Oh, perhaps a destination? Somewhere tropical?”

You cross your arms and peer over, your eyes catching the sheen of sunlight.

“The garden,” you murmur, “the gazebo. It’s all fixed up. We could put flowers around the rails.”

“That’d be a beautiful ceremony but what about the reception? We need space.”

“Oh,” you babble.

“Certainly we could make it work. We could fit people into the garden, we may have to sacrifice a few hedges.”

“Not many,” you mutter.

“Pardon, dear?” She asks as the kettle clicks and she turns to grab it off the burner, “what do you mean by that?”

“I...” your shoulders slump at the realisation, “I don’t have anyone to invite.”

She’s quiet as she pours the steaming water into the tea pot, “that’s not true. You have us and oh, Bragi seemed quite fond of you.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not? Dear, we love Loki because we have to, we love you because we want to,” she smiles.

Your eyes drift away wistfully. She can’t understand. She has people, she has everything you ever wanted. Even with the promise of a pretty house, a gorgeous garden, and all that comes with it, it just doesn’t make you feel any different.

You want a dad who loves you. You want a mother who’s alive. You want anyone who isn’t just obligated to you.

“I’m sorry,” her voice goes low, “I’m not meaning to upset you. I’ll slow down. I understand it’s a lot--”

“How could you want me to marry him? I don’t belong—I shouldn’t-- I can’t be your daughter.”

“Why ever not?” She asks.

You scoff and push your shoulders up, “I’m not good enough.”

She laughs, but not a taunting laugh. It’s disbelieving. She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her head on, “darling, let me tell you, you are. You... you have no idea.”

“No idea?” You shake your head as you look at her from beneath your lashes.

“About what you do to my son. No, you cannot see it but I do. My Loki. I’ve seen him married, I’ve seen him heartbroken, I’ve seen him through everything, but something’s different about this. About you,” he brings a hand up to caress your cheek and hairline, “you have a power over him. Once you claim it, this will all be so much easier.” She cups your cheeks and tilts her head with a coy smile, “that’s how a marriage should be, you will see. He’ll never admit it but my son is more like his father than you would think.”

You scrunch up your nose. You don’t believe her. You can’t. You don’t have power. You’re just you. You’re not special or anything like that. You now what you are to Loki. The same thing you’ve always been to him, whether his maid, his plaything, or his wife; convenient.

“You will see,” she assures as if she can hear your doubts, “and what always clears my mind is tea.”

✨

Frigga expounds at length about all the possibilities ahead of you. She has grocery list that goes beyond a mere wedding. An engagement party, a bridal shower, the rehearsal, and not to mention, a scandalous bachelorette. You only sink further into anxiety. What have you gotten yourself into?

Well, you never did say yes. You weren’t asked, were you? Doesn’t matter. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.

You hold your chin, gnawing on your lip as Frigga rambles on about wedding colours. Green is nice but what about something subtle. Oh, or metallic. You simply nod, offering little to her monologue.

Your eyes wander past her to the windows. The afternoon wanes as evening cools the air. You mourn the sunlight as it shifts and the curtains dull.

“Ahem,” the clearing of a throat draws you away from your detachment.

Frigga quiets as she glances at her husband. He stands in the doorway, greeting you both with a subtle smile.

“I hate to interrupt, dear,” he says to Frigga, “but I was hoping I might be spared a moment with our future daughter before the sun sets. It has been a long day and I’d hate to keep her later than need be.”

“Oh, uh, certainly,” Frigga pushes her shoulders back, her cheeks tinging a dainty pink, “time must’ve got away from me. I’m so sorry, darling.” She reaches over and squeezes above your elbow, “I have been going on and on.”

“You will have lots of time to do so,” Odin chuckles, “but I feel the rain coming soon and I would like a walk in the gardens before then.” He tilts his head towards you, “may I have the honour?”

Frigga nudges you dips her head, “go on.”

You stand and swallow tightly, crossing the room to Odin as he waits patiently. You offer a sheepish look as he offers his arm. You thank him and walk with him into the entryway. He lets you retrieve your shoes before you go to the back doors and he ushers you outside.

You’re quiet as you descend the steps and stroll between the hedges. You feel the cool dampness creeping in the air. He’s right about the rain. You cling to his arm as a shiver crawls up your spine.

He draws away briefly, slipping off his thick cardigan, and he slips it over your shoulders. You murmur a thank you and he loops his arm with yours once again. You carry on, uncertain. You can sense he means to say something and you think you know what. He isn’t as happy as Frigga about this union.

You brace yourself for it. For him to put all your doubts to voice. You’re not good enough for Loki. This is a mistake. You are a pretender and you don’t belong in this family.

“My son is a fool,” he begins, shaking you with his soft but deep tone. You exhale, somewhat comforted that you were right. For once. “The way he’s behaved, foolish. And that’s to put it lightly, my dear.” He reaches to pat your hand in the crook of his arm, “you deserve much better than either of my sons.”

You keep your chin low as you watch your feet. A twig crushes beneath your sole as leaves rustle to your left. You glance over and stare after a short tail before it disappears. It’s only then you realise where he’s leading you.

The gazebo rises ahead of you with it’s domed roof. He stops you at the bottom and turns. He lets you go and lowers himself to sit on the step. He pats the wood next to him. As you sit, he looks up, admiring the structure.

“You did a good job,” he says.

“What?”

“On this,” he touches the railing, “looks sturdy.”

“Oh, well I... I only called the carpenter.”

“You did what needed to be done. What my son would not.”

“Mm, I guess,” you shrug.

“You did,” he insists, “do you not see it?”

“See what?” You twiddle your fingers.

“You are much stronger than he thinks you are. Than you think you are,” he shakes his head, “you underestimate yourself. My son, as much as I hate to think I raised him that way, while whine and whine before he gets anything done. If he can avoid it, it won’t be done. But you, I see it clearly, you do things. You know what life is. You just get through it.”

You hum and bite down on your cheeks. Not having a choice isn’t bravery. If anything, it’s the opposite.

“You shouldn’t. Just get through it. You should have some joy. You shouldn’t be locked away in the dark away from the sunlight. You should flourish in it,” he leans against you, “don’t let this marriage be like everything else.”

You dip your head. He sees right through you.

“You’re wrong, I’m not strong. I’m weak. I only do things because I’m afraid,” you sniffle.

“But you can admit that fear. You can face it. Not many people can.”

You sighs and drag your hands up and down your calves, hunching over your knees.

“If you want to marry my son, I will not say a word to stop you, but I do want you to make a promise to me,” he continues, “a small one. Rather, think of it as a promise to yourself.”

“Okay,” you wilt as you look over at him. His eyes are a bluish grey with flecks of slate. His gaze is gentle.

“It’s what we spoke of before,” he says, “you must tell my son no.”

“No?”

“Ah, yes, I do regret he didn’t hear more it earlier in his life but he does need to hear it. Especially from you,” he intones.

“But I...”

“You will. And when you do, he will listen.”

“How-- no, he wouldn’t.”

“Ah, I know. My son is isn’t very good at that but he will. He must. He has reason to listen now. You are not his wife yet,” he puts his hand over yours, just atop your knee.

You give a strained look, somewhere between a smile and frown. You’re flattered that he believe in you but you don’t. He doesn’t know the way it. He doesn’t know the way you are.

“Alright, let’s practice,” he pulls his hand away and claps. He pushes himself to his feet with a grunt and spins to face you. He adjusts his collar and lifts his chin, putting on face, almost a pinched look, “now, wife,” his voice is slightly off, “what I say is law and you will do as I say.”

You stare at him, confused. You purse your lips and shake your head. What is he talking about?

He grins and shows his palms, “I am him. Pretend I’m my son,” he lowers his voice, “now, we’ve had enough of this conversation and I have made my decision.”

You pick your nail, watching him dumbly.

He breaks character again, “say no.”

“What?”

“Say it,” he orders then once more his poster shifts. “Wife, I will not tell you again.”

You blink and take a deep breath, “n--no?”

He sputters, “pardon? What was that?”

“No,” you say firmer, heart beating, “no, I—I won’t.”

“But I said so--”

“Oh, um, okay--”

“No, no, no,” Odin waves his hands, “keep going.”

“Uh, okay, uh, no,” you say again.

“No? You’re telling me no?” He puts on a display which does remind you of Loki. “How can you tell me no?”

You look at him and blanch. His grey eyes stare back, goading you on. He bows his head slightly.

“Yes, I mean, no. Yes, I am telling you no. No,” you steady your voice, “no.” He spins his finger and you repeat it again, loudly.

He arches his brow and puts his hand to his chest, “no?” He sounds almost pathetic, “but darling,” he comes forward and lowers himself to his knees, one at a time. He takes your hand in his, “darling, please, don’t be mad at me.”

You scoff as his theatrics turn ridiculous. You make a face and roll your eyes, “he wouldn’t...”

“He will,” Odin assures. “If he knows you’re serious, if you don’t give him what he wants right away, oh, I think you could give him a right scare. As I have it, you already have done.” He lifts himself slightly and angles to sit beside you again, “just perhaps this time you needn’t scale the roof.”

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kingofbodyrolls · 8 months

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Jungkook fic recs 2023

In honor of Jungkook’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jungkook fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (💜)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂.

⭐Two point Five: pt1, pt2, pt3 [series] by @bratkook // jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there’s comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.

⭐Caught Me by @jeongi // jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂

📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥

⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎

⭐McD*ckin by @jinned // jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾‍♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊

⭐The Wedding Planners by @gukyi // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Jeon Jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. Then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. And then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

⭐In the Dark by @jksangelic // jjk x pjm x f.reader // threesome, f2l, mxm // 🥵😂

📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always // jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵

📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

⭐Anpanman by @honeymoonjin // jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life?

Borahae and happy birthday Kookie 💜 🥳 🎂

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 3 months

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Play with me

Pairing: Modern!Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: Sugar Daddy AU, dark dom Daemon, slight obsessive behaviour, slight dacryphilia, ass slapping, none proper use of a belt, masturbating, orgasm denial, smut, a sprinkle of slight soft dom Daemon

Summary: Daemon needs his favourite toy to let off some steam.

A/N: This piece is a contripution to @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge. Reblogs and comments are appreaciated. Have fun! Please note, English is not my first language.

Walking into her apartment she felt like falling into bed and waking up when her aching body had healed itself. She threw her bag on a chair at her dinner table and sat down on her couch. She threw her head against the back of the couch.

Her eyes were only closed for a moment as her phone rang. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she opened her eyes to look at her phone.

Her heartbeat was faster as she read his message. She thought long and hard about what she would answer him. Coming up with only a simple one.

With bated breath, she watched as the three dots appeared on her screen. She could feel her anxiety slowly growing. She knew she had broken a rule. The sound of a new text brought her out of her head.

She texted him back immediately. Her hands slightly shaking.

What she didn’t expect was a phone call. It must have been urgent if he was too impatient to answer her via text message. She picked up, her voice meek as she greeted him. “Why did you not come into office today?” He barked out. She shrunk slightly.

He seemed on edge. His voice filled with rage and something far darker. “I have written it in the calendar. I was at a meeting, representing the company. Representing you.” She whispered.

She could hear a drawn-out sigh. “Be naked when I come home.” He growled before he hung up. Her body shivered. She let her phone fall onto the cushion of the couch. Her shaky legs moved to her bedroom.

She got undressed quickly. Her clothes disappeared into the hamper or her closet. She knew he didn’t like it when she was messy.

Patiently she waited for him on her bed. Her knees began to hurt as she leaned on them. But she knew he liked it when she was in slight discomfort. Her body slightly shivered as the cold air nipped at her skin. She wrapped herself in her duvet until she heard the click of her front door. She unwrapped herself as fast as she could and put the duvet into order.

She could hear the frustration from Daemon’s actions and how he threw his briefcase to the floor. Or how he threw his shoes into the foyer. His walk to the bedroom sounded like a monster was approaching it. Fear softly crept up on her. The sound of his belt opening made her gasp softly. He was beyond frustrated with her.

“Bunny, I hope you are naked as I ask you to.” He called out to her. His voice was slightly strained. He walked inside with his leather belt in hand and a dark look on his face as he saw her kneeling naked on her bed.

He walked up to her and grabbed at her chin, holding her chin up with his index finger and thumb. “Here I am, giving you a stable job, a stable income. A beautiful home. And all I ever ask of you is to tell me where you are.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue. “Maybe I should install a tracking app on your phone. Or give you a necklace with a tracker in it.”

His hand moved from her chin to her throat. He held her, not squeezing it. “How will you repay me, kitten?” He asks with a dark smirk. She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes. “My loyalty.” She whispered.

Daemon chuckled darkly. “Oh, the same loyalty you ignored today. You want to repay me with that?” He bared his teeth at her as he spat his words in her face, applying slight pressure on her throat. A soft gasp managed to escape her throat.

“No,” she whispered gently. Her hands slowly moved to his dress pants. As she opened the button, he stopped her. “No!” He barked out. Her hands immediately went to her side. She looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for his command.

“When I let go of your throat, you will lay down on the bed and start playing with yourself.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter. “Understood?” She nodded, which didn’t please Daemon in the slightest. “Use your big girl words, sweetheart.” “Yes, daddy.” She rasped.

Daemon leaned down, kissing her harshly. “Good girl.” He whispered into her ear. “Now, I want you to touch yourself.” He let go of her throat and sat down at the armchair in the corner of her room.

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at her. She scrambled on her bed trying to work against his impatient nature. Positioning herself so he would have a good view of her.

His fingers impatiently tapped at the armrest of the chair. He watched her like a hawk. The shadows of the room cast a mysterious shadow around him.

Her hands began to snake between her thighs. She could feel her arousal had already spread onto her thighs. Her fingers softly caught on her sticky thighs. Daemon smirked as he saw the glistening of her juices spread across her thigs and tripping down her womanhood.

Her fingers went lower. She gasped loudly as her index finger made contact with her aching pearl. Her back arched slightly. “Permission to touch me, sir?” Daemon only grunted. With small circles, she began to tease herself.

Daemon watched with glee as her thighs began to shake softly. “Faster.” He grunted out. She obeyed immediately. Her whimpers become louder. It was music to his ears.

His eyes roamed over every inch of her glorious body. Mine. He growled under his breath as he watched her pleasure herself. “Add another finger and put pressure on your clit, baby.” She obeyed. Her moans get louder. “What a good girl you can be for daddy, hm?” She nodded. Her mind was nearly gone from the pleasure she was feeling.

“Stop!” He growled suddenly. She whined but obeyed. He observed her. Seeing how her chest was rising and falling rapidly. How her breathing was rigid. He saw her thighs tremble slightly. How her toes were curled into the duvet. “Look at you.” He taunted. “Such a needy kitten. Do you want fingers inside you?” He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was close to the edge. She whined but knew she wasn’t getting far with it. “Yes, sir.” She croaked. “Get on with it, kitten!” He demanded.

Her fingers slipped down her womanhood. Her body shook faintly as her fingers ran down her sensitive pussy. Her back arched as one of her fingers slipped inside of her. “Slowly.” Daemon chided her. She nodded, moving her finger slowly in and out of her. Her eyes closed at the torture feeling, imagining his fingers pumping in and out of her.

“Add another one, kitten.” He demanded. She did as he said, much to his enjoyment. His grin widened. His eyes never left her fingers pumping in and out of her.

He could feel his cock straining against his slacks painfully. Slowly he opened them. Slipping his fingers inside his briefs and softly palming his aching member. “Such a good kitten for daddy.” He breathed out.

A soft whine escaped her lips. A noise Daemon had mistaken as one of discomfort. He leaned slightly forward, his hand slipping from his trousers as he brazed both on the armrest, ready to stand up if she needed him. “What is it, darling?” His concerned voice rang through the room. She could see the worry dancing in his eyes. “What hurts?”

She whined again as she pumped her fingers in and out of her core. “They are not enough.” She whispered hoarsely. Daemon leaned back and relaxed into the back of the chair. His concern disappeared in an instant. “Oh, and here I thought you were in actual discomfort.” He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “That is what you get for leaving me alone in the office.” He taunted her. “You have to be grateful for what you get. As did I. Had to use my fucking hands like a teenager again.”

She moaned pitifully, trying to get him to yield. “Bunny, you know I am not that gullible.” He taunted her. “I am sorry, daddy.”

Daemon went back to palming his cock in his trousers. “I thought you would check your calendar.” She whispered. Daemon chuckled humourlessly. “Why do you think I would do that if I got you to do it? It is your job I gave you, bunny.” A shuddering breath escaped her lips. “It will not happen again, Daddy.” She whispered.

Daemon grinned. “I hope you remember your words. Next time you can crawl back to that shitty apartment you had in Flea Bottom.” She whimpered softly. “Are you close, bunny?” He grinned wider. She nodded, “Yes, sir.” She mumbled.

Daemon groaned. “Get your hands away from you and hold them up.” She obeyed. He stalked over to her. Like a predator walking closer to his prey. “What a good girl I have here.” He huskily whispered as he took the hand where her fingers were inside of her and licked at her fingers.

She watched him with bated breath as he licked her fingers clean. His dark eyes looked down at her. His grin showed around her digits. With a pop, he let go of them. “Have you seen my present for you?” She nodded softly. Her body shifted to her nightstand. Her hands closed around the cold black leather of the chocker. She held it up for him to show it to him. “Put it on, kitten.” He urged her.

She followed his plea, putting on the chocker as tight as she felt comfortable. Daemon’s smirk widened as he watched her put it on. “So beautiful. It looks good with your black Louis Viton dress I got you last week, don’t you think sweetheart?” She nodded softly. “It would.” She agreed meekly.

“Turn on your stomach. Let me see those soft cheeks.” Daemon growled. She obeyed, turning on her stomach.

She could hear him snarl before the leather of his belt made contact with her bare ass cheek. She cried out in pain and pleasure. “Count!” She did, loudly. When she whimpered out eight he stopped. Softly caressing the abused flesh. “Eight fucking hours without you in the office. I thought I would shoot myself just to feel something else than boredom.” She whimpered as he seethed into her ear. “I am sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” She whispered. Tears running down her cheeks.

Daemon chuckled softly. “It better won’t.” His threat went straight to her core, clenching around nothing. He tsked at her body's reaction. “Be patient, kitten.” He slapped the right cheek of her ass again, this time with his large hand. She moaned softly. The pain mixed with pleasure.

He quickly removed his clothes. Pumping himself he leaned close to her ear. “I hope you had your shot this month. Because a pill won’t protect you this time.” He whispered into her ear before sheathing himself inside of her in one go. She cried out at the stretch. His pace was brutal from the beginning. He didn’t even give her time to adjust to him.

She held on to the duvet beneath her as he rutted into her. “I will fill you up so many times, you will feel me for days inside of you.” He grunted out. His hands grabbed at her hips harshly. She knew there would be bruises the next day.

“Maybe I buy a plug for you. So it would stay inside of you longer.” He grinned. His pace growing faster. She moaned out his name. The pictures in her head began to dance in front of her closed eyes.

“Next time you are at a conference I am with you. Physically,” He thrusted deeper into her. Daemon was nearing his peak at a fast pace. All his built-up anger turns into uncontrollable lust and arousal. With two hard pumps, he stilled inside of her. She cried out as she felt the twitching of his cock and the hot spurts of his cum painting her sensitive walls. “Or in another form.” He moaned out.

He stayed inside of her for a few more minutes. Feeling his spend mixed with her juices run down his thighs. “What a mess we made.” He chuckled. “You gonna clean me up, bunny?” She nodded eagerly. The cocky smirk returned to his face. “Later. Get your ass up. I need to fulfil my promise to you.”

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not in the way I want to. (s,f)

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

background: you and shuri met in college while the young prodigy was freshly on the rise in the media for her latest creations. the two of you were inseparable from the very first class you had together. many people would assume the two of you to be romantic, but you guys knew it wasn’t like that. you’ve had the same boyfriend since freshman year, and up until recent events, considered yourself straight (curious at most). shuri wasn’t too fond of him, and initially, it perplexed you. but what happens when trouble arises in ‘paradise’, and hidden feelings are revealed?

content warning: fluff, smut (18)+, sub switch!shuri, dom switch!reader, explicit language, dirty talk, pet!names, overstimulat!on, oral (both receiving), strap (reader receiving), scissor!ng, finger!ng (both receiving), rough!gestures, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, mentions of coming out, cheating

word count: 9.6k translations: nkosazana, princess. usana, baby. mhlobo wam, my dear. intombi entle, pretty girl.

authors note: y’all! hello everyone 🤭 i was gonna insert an intro but imma put it in my bio chile ik what y’all here for. i’m excited for this, this is my first fanfic on this app & y’all done woke up the writer in me again, these stories are so good!!! i’m usually a reader/consumer of the content but I love this community so I wanted to jump in there myself. i hope you guys love it, im gonna figure out the masterlist/requests/taglist thing if you guys want more. below tagged are my favoriteeee writers on here, baby y’all write down!!! oh and baby this is SMUT, okay we ain’t come here for play play! 🤣 no need for likes or reblogs, just wanna hear y’all feedback in the comments! (divider by @firefly-graphics)

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"sssshit, baby wait--" you hissed through slightly parted lips as the princess's hands slid all over you, one finding its way to your entrance making teasingly slow circles. she brings you closer to her chest and lowers her pretty lips to your ear. "please don't deny me, nkosazana" she says with a low tone, sending chills down your spine. "i've been waiting so long." and that she has been. and you'd be a fool to deny her any longer. you fully surrender to her touch, and as soon as you relax, she sends her slim, polished, ringed finger up your pussy, pumping with a curve, sure to touch your center. "aghhh--" you let out a sharp wince and bite the corner of your bottom lip, preventing your scream. she then slips another finger & with each pump, she coos your praises sending you into overdrive. "shuri i'm so close please--" she moans at the sight of your reaction, pleased to have been successful in pleasing you. "let it go for me, usana, that's it" "fuck!" you cry out. "I love you so much" you throw your head back into her neck and flutter your eyelids into a slow shut, anticipating your release. 3 seconds away from arriving and-- ERRRR!! ERRRR!! ERRRR!! you launch your body up rapidly at the sound of your alarm, panting, attempting to catch your breath. "ugh," you groaned, as you turned over to silence the machine, almost breaking it with the force you applied. that was weird. this was the third time this week alone that you have had a wet dream about shuri. even weirder that you were annoyed at its end. the two of you have never been intimate; you weren't even attracted to women. sure you two were close, but it never exceeded its platonic state. awoken by your sudden movement and noise, your boyfriend, Jalen, turns over to you, eyes still shut. "mm, you good baby?" he asks, still half asleep, not totally interested anyway. "yea i'm cool, just startled that's all." halfway through your sentence, he was fast asleep again. you rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone to send a much anticipated text. "Happy Birthday to one of the realest, flyest, smartest, coolest, and kindest people to ever tread this floating rock. I love you! Oh-- and you a bad bitch too." you giggle at your dry humor. tonight was your friend Sevyn’s birthday. Sev had been there for you and Jalen all throughout college. she helped coach y'all through y'all issues both together and individually. she had been there emotionally, mentally, and even sometimes financially. she was an outstanding friend, and it was important that you made tonight special for her. you decided you would get up early and run some errands before the event tonight. as you rise up out of bed, you lightly stretch out your limbs, and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day. after your normal face and dental hygiene routine, you prepare to take a warm shower. sliding down your underwear, the crotch of your lace peels off your body like a banana, slowly being attached to your skin by the slick caused by the series of imaginative events. it made your skin hot, leaving you slightly embarrassed at the fact that even affected you like that.

as you run your shower, you're certain Jalen was still sleep, and he needed to be up getting ready too.

"Jalen!--" You shout out of the bathroom. "hmmm?," he groans in annoyance, proving you right. "you know we got somewhere to be right?," you semi-yell and wait for his response. "I'm up, I'm up" he says, not convincingly at all. lately, he had been constantly putting off important things, or 'forgetting' them and you didn't know what the root of the issue was. It just seemed like he lacked interest lately. you just blamed it on his work, since it had been requiring his attendance overtime recently. spending all that time could drain somebody for sure. you were sure he meant no true harm. you take a hot, brisk shower, filling up the bathroom with vanilla, white birch, velvety rose and a drop of strawberry nectar-- the scents emerging from your you're the one shower gel from bath and body works.

your mind begins to wander as you lather up your body. you couldn’t figure out why you were so on edge. You and Jalen haven’t been too sexually active the past weeks, or active at all in that matter, but even when you were, it never riled you up like you had been in that dream. maybe you were just missing the constant physical attention you received at the beginning of the relationship. but didn’t that mean you would’ve had a dream about him?

today was so exciting. you had been so emerged in your own adulting, you barely had time to see your friends. you couldn't wait to link back up with sevyn, riri, and shuri. at the end of your shower, you dry off, lotion up, and get dressed in your fav, emerald green, 'running errands' sweatsuit. you put your thick, kinky hair in two space buns, slip on your AF1's and grab your things. walking past the bedroom you hear the deafening snores coming from your boyfriend. you decided to leave anyway and go run errands on your own. .. in a three and a half hour timespan, you were able to get your nails and toes done, pick up some new accessories for your outfit, and get your hair freshly silk pressed. the first time you have put heat in your hair in 3 years, and the health benefits were showing. you had it up in pin curls, and tucked away.

after your errands, you head to the venue and drop off the balloons, the cake, and the shoes you set out for Riri to match her outfit. Sev had no idea she was having a party. she knew you guys were taking her out tonight. you helped set up for a little before you headed out. as you go back home to get ready, you walk in and see Jalen on his game. "Baby, we gotta leave in a couple of hours. How have I managed to knock out my whole day and you ain't move but 3 feet?," you spat, visibly annoyed. "Oh uh, actually," he began, "I can't make Sev's tonight." you walk closer, scanning your boyfriend's facial expressions and body language, waiting for the punchline. "What do you mean you can't make Sev's? We been planning this for weeks, J."

he sighs in a somewhat sympathetic tone before standing to meet your gaze. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. Work called ag--" you cut him off, ready to spazz, but trying your hardest to remain a least a little level headed. "Work? you had all this time to put in for today, J. I mean, damn, they need you there, late, every day?" he pulls your body closer to him and lifts your chin to meet him eye level. "I'm sorry. I'll make up to you and Sev, you know I'm good for it. " he exclaims before slowly pecking your lips. you slightly shudder at the interaction, the most you have gotten in weeks. you roll your eyes before turning to walk away and he pops you on your ass. "Aye, don't give me that 'tude, aight." Jalen laughs. "Go finish getting sexy. And make sure I get my pictures!" he trails off to the bathroom.

you were disappointed, but decided you wouldn't let that get the best of you. you go back into your room and begin to set up your vanity dresser/mirror, in glam mode. you plug in your speaker and shuffle your caribbean vibes playlist, pre-gaming before the festivities. you took off your clothes, leaving you in your panty and bra set, and turned up the lights beaming from your vanity mirror. nothing could ruin this night, not even Jalen's lack of attendance. you decided to text the groupchat to check everyone's status. m'baku's big toe

you: ahem, hearye, hearye. i hope you hoes is getting ready! riri: girl i been getting ready, yk beauty takes time. or do you? idk you be lookin' a lil questionable 🥴 you: girl, fuck you! 🤣 shuri: I’m quicker than you both. 🙄 I’m dressed and out the door before you could attach your second false lash. sev: what you guys wearing?🙃 you: aht aht! it don't matter what we wearing, it's YOUR birthday. sev: i know, but i still don't know where you guys are taking me, i don't want to be over or under dressed😩 riri: girl you could come to the corner store in a disco ball. it's YOUR DAY. you: no, exactly shuri: whatever you guys wear, I'm sure it'll be glorious. now please hurry, i'm falling asleep!

you smile brightly at the texts laying out before you. one thing your friends could always do, was boost your mood. you breeze through your makeup, pausing mid-blend and mid-bake to buss a quick whine or to shout lyrics at the mirror with your gun finger emotes up.

you cocoa butter and oil up your body, giving it that shine and glow. you loved to look like you were glowing when you were dressed up. you slip on your black, mini, spaghetti strap body-con dress with a small slit in the thigh. you put on your sandal strap heels with the black base and clear straps. you place the single gold chain with a heart-shaped herb pendant on your neck, and the gold name plate bracelet to match both gifted from Shuri. It went perfectly with your outfit and the gold accents in the black hand purse you chose to wear for the night. you let your pin curls down and let them fall, slightly below your collarbone. you grab your favorite scent, instant crush by mancera, and give a spritz to all your intimate areas. glancing over yourself in the mirror, you have to say; you totally outdone yourself. it's been a while since you gave yourself this much attention to your appearance and it was well overdue. Jalen pops his head the room, dressed and seemingly in a rush. "alright babe, I'm out. have fun tonight and be safe." he turns out before you can even respond. "you didn't tell me how I looked!" you yell, trying to catch his ear before it was outside. "you look great as always! Love you, bye!" and with that the door shut. it's not that you needed to hear him say it to confirm how you looked, it was no question. but it's always nice to hear it from your partner. you shake it off and hype yourself up in the mirror before your phone begins to ring. it was Riri. you swipe to answer and were met with an enthusiastic exclamation. "We outsideeee!" Riri shouts, followed by cheers from the rest of the group. "Aowww!" you chuckle. "I'm on my way out now." you begin to walk out the door and towards the black Mercedes SVU truck, driven by Shuri. the windows roll down and it is an immediate uproar.

"Bombaaaa, what a gyal suh pretty, man eeee??!" Sev says flick-snapping her fingers, accentuating her Jamaican accent. "No, you look tf goodt! This how you step out for your friend, okay!" Riri says smiling ear to ear. Shuri's reaction is delayed but only because she's trying to take it all in. you were beautiful to Shuri, in every way, and she never hesitated to tell you that. Immediately she felt all the feelings she felt when she first met you rush to her heart , her throat and her stomach. If pupils could take shape, hers would be shaped in hearts. looking at her and waiting for her reaction, you catch her scanning your body and getting flustered. It was silent for a minute until she snaps back to the present moment. "Damn." she breathes out, causing everyone to fill up the rest of the silence with laughter. you hop in the backseat with Riri, admiring her orange turtleneck dress and her small straight back feed-ins. you guys take off, riding out about 20 minutes to your destination. every few minutes or so, you and Shuri would exchange a glance in the rear view mirror, slightly making you nervous. it wouldn't have been the first time, but this time was particularly making you feel a way. she had on a white hoodie and matching white joggers, a pair of 1's and a single plaited gold chain. she smelled of satin and eucalyptus, a strong but soothing scent. the fingers attached to her tattooed hands were freshly polished with a clear coat, reflecting a glare off of the traffic lights as her hands rested on the wheel. her undercut was freshly buzzed, emphasizing the powerful structure of her face. she was breathtaking. your mind began to wander, if you weren't mistaken, in the direction of the dream you had the previous night. before it could get too deep, your thought was interrupted.

"Time out," Sev turns to face you from the front passenger. "Where is J?" you sigh, initially forgetting all about him. "He had to work late, he told me to tell you he'd make it up to you." "Yo, that man is gonna work himself right into an early grave" Riri exclaimed. shuri scoffs at the sentence. you look up, interested in what she thought. "That's some bullshit. Ain't that much overtime in the world." she spat. you knew the two weren't the best of friends. but this comment was clearly shade. you got somewhat defensive. "What are you implying? I mean, he is the main provider of the house. It sound like his priorities are straight to me." you say, colder than you would've liked to. Shuri stared off into the distance of the road, giving a condescending hum before responding. "Mmm. Is that what it is? Okay. I mean one of your closest friends of 4 years' birthday sounds worth prioritizing to me, but what do I know, right?" this was the most you've seen Shuri get aggravated over him. Or anything for that matter. and in a weird way, her protectiveness made you feel something you wouldn't want to admit aloud. The silence after was bitter, but quickly broken after Sev jumps in. "Hey, look, it's fine" she lowly smiles and places her hand on mine. "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm by it. I'm with my girls tonight, let's just have fun." Shuri immediately shoots you an apologetic look. although she didn't regret what she said, she was always gentle with you & didn't want you to feel otherwise. you give her a slight nod and half smile, letting her know it was okay. I mean after all she was right. how could you wither away all your time somewhere where you didn't even need to, especially when you had the choice to be there for your friend? we park and step out the car, walking towards the venue. you could now see everybody in their entirety. the assignment was very clearly understood.

Sev looked beautiful. her locs she had been growing since the 3rd grade were up tightly in a neat, high bun. she had on a silver sequined body suit with a white mini skirt and white open toe heels to match. the windows were made with an ashed out material on the outside, only being able to see the lights reflecting. you, shuri, and riri shoot each other excited looks as Sev walks up first. "Damn, this restaurant is big!" Sev says, having no idea what she was getting ready to walk into. "She don't got a clue in the fucking world--" Riri says under her breath, imitating the Druski meme. simultaneously, you and Shuri tap her arm to shut her up, laughing all the while. she opens the door and everyone turns around. "Surprise!" Everyone yells and cheers, phone light cameras on, brightening up the space even more. all of Sevyn's closest friends and family were in attendance. you and the crew spent weeks formulating this. you knew Sev was homesick, and you wanted to make it as special as possible. the DJ plays Barbie Doll by Vershon as she walks out, giving her her dream entrance.

the different color fluorescent lights lit up the entire space, making the dance floor look electric. there were purple, gold, and silver confetti balloons bunched together and tied in every corner. there was even two 2 balloons tied above the special chair you guys decorated for her to sit as you sung happy birthday. "Oh my g--" Sev turns around to us, hands on her now heavily beating heart. her eyes immediately well with tears. "No you guys didn'tttt" you guys pull her in a group hug. "Yes we did!" Riri says, grabbing a napkin off the side table to pass to me. "Hey hey, don't cry sister, you gon' mess up your pretty makeup!" you pout, using the napkin Riri passed you to blot the corners of her eye. Sev was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. she loved you guys dearly, but she missed her family back home as well. she mouthed 'I love you' and blew a kiss before she turned to make her rounds around the room. the three of you made a couple rounds yourself and headed for the bar, ready to get your night started. .. about an hour goes by, and Riri rounds everybody up around Sev's chair to sing happy birthday. Shuri brings out her favorite-flavored, cookies and cream ice-cream cake and lays it on the table before her. Happy Earthstrong, Bad Gyal Sevyn! it reads, in purple letters, two gold 2's standing besides each other in the middle. she makes her wishes and blows out her candles, and from there, the real celebration begins.

as the night went on, the tunes were rolling in and at this point every one was tipsy and dancing. one of your favorite Afrobeats songs off of Wizkid's new album started playing. before you knew it, you felt yourself floating to the dance floor. you began to roll your hips, slow to the downbeat, eyes shut, feeling every word.

Mami You making me lose my eyes for other girls No do me something wey go make me stress Give me less of that, give me more of you Give me something I'll never want to lose, yeah

as you continuing dancing, you feel familiar hands slide around your waist and pull you into them. It was Shuri. she had been watching you dance and decided she no longer wanted you to do so alone. as she presses up against you, she begins to whine her hips, matching your rhythm. smiling to yourself, you slightly bend over, adding more dynamic to your movement. as a result, Shuri leans back and catches it. "You go girl," she says in the American accent she had been practicing so heavily lately, making the two of you laugh. you lift back up, keeping the whine more intimate, and she lowers herself to your ear. "You look stunning tonight, nkosazana." She says, sending a chill through you. she had called you that same thing in the dream. her nicknames for you sounded so much better in Xhosa than it did in English. "As do you, my love." you reply, still dancing. "I'm sorry for earlier," she begins, "I didn't mean to offend you. I just get protective when I feel my friends are being taken advantage of."

you slide your hands down to interlock over hers, which were placed around your waist, in an attempt to soothe her, wanting to forget the conversation happened. It works, as you feel her melt further into you. "Shuri it's okay, I promise. I appreciate you looking out, you know that. you were right anyway. he should've been here." you lift a hand to place a kiss on it. she uses that same hand and turns you around to face her, wrapping her arms around your waist. you smooth your arms around her neck and for a moment, it feels like it's only you two in the room. the two of you rock side to side, legs intertwined, in a kompa-like style and she brings herself to your ear and begins to lowly sing-hum the lyrics to the song. Who's gonna know? At the end of the day, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Turn me on, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh you felt like you were dreaming again. was she singing these lyrics to you? or was that just something you wanted to hear? you pull back and make eye-contact with the royal girl, and she's looking at you with a look you've seen before, but just not in real life. "I've been dying to hold you just like this." She blurts out, not breaking the eye contact and you can feel a lump begin to form in your throat. you smile at her, slightly nudging her off. "what are you talking about? we're always affectionate with each other. you hold me all the time" you laugh. it was true. hugs and kisses weren't foreign to you two, and neither was dancing. but somehow this felt intense. "not in the way I want to." she says, making a triangle with her eyes from your left-eye, to your lips, to your right-eye. "and what way is that?" you say directly, almost seductively. you felt it slightly inappropriate to build upon this tension, but once you got in that flirtatious mode, it was hard to come out of it. however, it only happened when you were attracted to said person. and you admit shuri was beautiful, but it never occurred to you that your attraction had been more than just a friend admiring a friend. she picks up on your tone, taking it as a green light to continue.

“Like this.”

she says into your neck as she turns you back around, leaving 3 soft kisses down your collar bone.

you lightly hum in satisfaction and reach your hand around Shuri’s head, bringing her closer and pressing yourself on her pelvis. you drag your hand down her undercut and across her jaw, holding her face to your neck, keeping it warm. she shudders under your touch and lowly moans at your reaction to hers.

I've been waiting for you to come my way (my way)

Put the sun in my rainy day (rainy day)

For your type, I go wait for days, my girl

Girl, your type of feel no dey give me pain

Girl, your picture fits my frame

There for you in a thousand ways, my girl

For the night, for the night

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh, yeah

“Come home with me, tonight Y/N.” she pleads. immediately you feel your knees buckle at the statement. you wanted to say yes so bad, but you couldn’t promise good behavior. And for that, it would be inappropriate for you to. besides you had to let Jalen in since he lost his key.

“I don’t know, Shuri. I gotta be home to open the door for J.” You say with slight disappointment in your tone of voice.

Before the Princess could respond, the two of you are interrupted by a loud mic feedback screech, followed by a very drunk and very happy announcement.

“Thank you everybody for coming out tonight!” Sevyn begins. “I’m so grateful for my beautiful family and my BOMB ASS FRIENDS, I’m having the time of my life, truly. One more year pan di fucka dem, how yuh mean?!!! “ The party erupts in cheers and mimicked mouth sounds of gunshots.

“And with that being said… IT’S SHOT O’CLOCK!!”

Beaming at her excitement, you match her energy. “SHOT O’CLOCK!!!”

Everybody takes their shot given out to them earlier throughout the night, raises it, and backs it. The music starts up again and people are back dancing. The four of you group up by the bar.

“So sis,” Riri starts, facing Sev. “Do you love it or do you love it?!”

“You guys are fucking unreal,” she says slurring. “I’m having so much fun. Thank you. All of you.” She hugs us each and begins to tear up again.

“You know we got your back like your spine do, Sev.” Shuri says, doing the handshake the four of you had created with her.

Riri’s phone buzzes and as she checks her notification, her face drops.

you all pick up on the shift in energy, but Shuri beats you guys to the chase.

“What’s wrong, Ri?” she asks attentively.

anticipating her answer, you look at her waiting for a response, and she immediately looks up at you.

“Y/N,…” She looked so sympathetic. As if something happened to you.

“What? what is it?” you began to get nervous.

Riri squeezes in between in all of us, sharing the view of the phone.

It’s a video sent to Riri’s instagram.

‘Ri, ain’t this your friends man?’

It was your boyfriend Jalen, wearing the same thing he had on when he left the house earlier that afternoon. In the bed, with another familiar face. It was his ex, Mya. the two were kissing. the video was captioned ‘never too far’ with the song “Can’t Leave Him Alone” by Ciara and 50cent attached to it.

a hot pit immediately formed in your stomach and you felt nauseous. Before you could think to cry, the tears were already flowing.

“Are you fucking serious!” Sevyn says, unaware of how loud she truly was, compliments of her inebriated nature.

“I’m sorry, sis. this is so fucked up.” Riri says rubbing your back.

work huh? he had been cheating the entire time. the lack of affection, the flopping on plans, forgetting important dates, no sex. the whole time you’ve been making excuses for him, considering his emotions and hardships, he had been occupying his time and energy somewhere else.

“That fucking jerk-off.” Shuri spat so harshly it almost made you jump. as you glanced over her face, you could see a dark, glossy glare in her eye and her jaw flexing from her biting down so hard. her Kimoyo beads turn a bright, glowy red, activating the mood generator she had added to it, just for shits and giggles in her free time. It meant anger. you knew that. she turns to you, noticing your state and cups your face and immediately wipes your tears with her thumbs.

“Listen to me,” she says, holding the attention she already previously grabbed. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. He didn’t deserve you then, and he doesn’t deserve you now.”

you nod at everything she says. you know she’s right, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. it was hurtful. it was downright disrespectful.

“Girl, we can pack up all your stuff and you come stay with me,” Riri says very sweetly but very serious.

“Fuck that,” you laugh in between sniffles, with your thoughts residing in audacity. “That’s my shit. He could get out!”

“I know that’s right!” Sevyn says smacking her hand down on the bar countertop.

you all laugh. humor was how you four coped with everything. more than anything you were appalled at these series of events, but you wouldn’t let it sack your night. tonight is about Sevyn. You got yourself together, had a few more shots, and the four of you continued the night, as intended.

It was 1 AM and the night was over. everyone kissed and hugged goodbye and made their way out. Shuri had Sevyn over her shoulder, placing her gently in the backseat of the SUV. she was too drunk to function, but in Sevyn’s words, “The night wasn’t crunk, If I wasn’t drunk”

I laughed aloud at the thought of her saying that. we all hop in the car and Shuri being the most sober, barely even tipsy, drives everyone home. we get to Sev’s house first.

“I’m gonna stay with Sev and nurse her back to health.” Riri half chuckles, gathering all of her and Sev’s belongings.

“I am health!” Sevyn slurs, mixing up health and healthy. We all laugh.

“Yeah ok superstar.” Shuri smiles.

“Goodnight y’all,” you say warmly. “Happy Birthday again, Sev.”

“Goodnight, take it easy, okay Y/N/N?” Riri says to you. You give her a reassuring nod.

“Yeah and fuck that nigg—!” was the last thing you heard before the back door shut. You laugh uncontrollably, knowing it was Sevyn, making it clear she had your back. you wait until they get inside and Shuri drives off. for a while, it's silent, until you break it. "Thank you, Shuri." you began, sheepishly, fidgeting your fingers. "For speaking life into me, and making sure I enjoyed my night." you could see her crack a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. What kind of friend would I be not to?" she reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. the gesture makes you squirm. Pretending not to notice, Shuri asks, "Did you want to stop by anywhere before we reach your house? Something to eat? Or maybe an airbed?" "Shut up!," You burst into laughter, nudging her shoulder. She was very good with lightening moods, and she was also very funny. "Actually," you began, feeling that bold feeling you had felt earlier. "I was hoping you could take me home. to your home." you say, this time, with the full intent of sounding seductive. you reach over and rub the back of her neck, ever so gently. "Oh, uh-" you notice the 'adam's apple' portion of her neck move as she swallows, caught off guard by your sudden gesture. "Yea, definitely, that's fine with me." her kimoyo beads then started to glow a dark fuchsia. Your head tilted at the sight. That was new. You were there the millions of times that Shuri had ran tests on this feature, but you couldn't recall seeing this color before. "What does fuchsia mean, Princess?" You turn to her, genuinely interested. normally, she hated when you were formal with her. but as of these recent events, she was sort of turned on by it. she looks at you, and with a shy, stuttered tone she replies, "Arousal."

"Oh.." at a loss for words, you feel the pace of your heartbeat pick up, in both places of which a heartbeat may reside in a woman. she was aroused by you. a gentle touch alone from you made her arousal grow and the thought of that made your curiosity quickly turn into certainty. you wanted her bad, and was over pretending that you didn't.

You finally park, and the two of you head inside Shuri's apartment complex, which she had owned and had other people rent out. you went up to the top floor and trailed off into the Princess's palace. Shuri's home was so warm. Welcoming. the decor filled with blues, whites, and silvers, mimicking her lab back at her home Wakanda. The two of you enter her spacious room and immediately she begins to undress. she slips off her hoodie, exposing her toned and muscled arms elongating out of her wifebeater. her beauty was so effortless. And in that moment you could only think of those arms holding you. Or restraining you. either would suffice. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," she begins. "You're welcome to shower here or in any of the guest bathrooms. It's up to you." "I'm gonna go in the guest room. Where are your towels?" you ask. she goes in her closet and comes out with a baby blue towel and two wash rags, one white and one blue, and hands them to you. you notice they're the same set from when you slept over last summer. "I never used them and purposely and kept it separated from all my others. I know blue's your favorite." She says, almost bashful. "How sweet, Shuri, thank you," you swoon at the gesture. that's another thing you adored about Shuri. She was so attentive. she knew everything about you & incorporated that information into thoughtful gestures like those. It seemed small but it made your day. "Anything for you, nkosazana." she says, sealing her statement with a wink. There that word went again. Princess. It was like she was taunting you. you smiled bleakly, and made your way to bathroom. the words lingered in your mind. did she mean anything?

as the hot water steams up the bathroom and falls against your skin, rinsing it of the dove body wash it was lathered with, your mind began to wander again. you began to have flash backs. when the two of you first met, your first 1 on 1 hang out, the shows she'd come see you perform in, her taking you to meet her family back in Wakanda. You felt safe in her presence. Comfortable, relaxed, inspired. Beautiful. Something you haven't felt in someone for a really long time. And it hit you. You were in love with Shuri Udaku. You weren't sure what to do with that information. It would mean two things, forcing you to face the truth; One, you were attracted to women. And two, your relationship with Jalen wasn't at all what you painted it out to be all these years. Oddly enough, you still felt bad for carrying on the way you knew you were about to. Not that bad though. after your shower, you walk back into Shuri'’s room, seeing her in her tank & a pair of boxers, at her desk, finishing up some last minute work drafts like the workaholic she was. you knock lightly and break her focus. "Hey," you say meekly, and before you know it, you're back into tears. "Hey, hey, hey, come here. " Shuri quickly pulls you into her lap. "Fuck him. I want you to fully process your emotions, but I don't wanna see two many tears shed over that waste. unless they are tears of joy, of course." she rubs the sides of your shoulders and kisses the back of them. but it wasn't even that. the truth was, you were overwhelmed. of course it hurt seeing what you saw earlier. but through all that turmoil, the only thing you could seem to think of was your feelings for Shuri. "Shuri-," you say, through a sob. "What is it my love, talk to me." Shuri's face grew with concern as she positioned you to now be face to face with her. "I think I'm in love with you," you manage to get out, eyes overflowing with tears. Shuri's reaction was mixed with shock, relief, and excitement. she had been in love with you since she meant you. It had been hell to pretend like she wasn't. she was equally allured by the content of your character as she was your pretty face and equally perfect figure. sure, she was a little jealous watching you be with someone else, but it wasn't jealousy alone. she knew Jalen wasn't shit. It just had to come up in the physical form. “Oh, Thank Bast.” Shuri says, exhaling heavily.

you playfully tap her shoulder.

“Shuri, I’m serious!” you say, almost pouting.

“I know, I know. All jokes aside, you don’t know how happy I am to hear those words from you.” she says lowly, staring into your eyes.

“Really?” you say, not knowing what to think of the situation just of yet.

“Really.” she confirms. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Y/F/N.”

hearing those words sent a rush all over your body. if you could be desired by anyone, especially in that way, it would be Shuri. a woman of her beauty and intelligence being enamored by you was way more than flattering. The more time passed, the more your arousal grew hungrily. "So come show me." your response sounding more lewd than intended.

you positioned your body to sit on one of her legs. you grab her face and bring it towards you, kissing her slow and passionately. you both moan into the kiss, breaking the tension that had been so heavily building over the night. a wave of bliss washes over you immediately. as you deepen the kiss, Shuri’s hands travel up your sides and lands on your ass. you slide your hands up the back of her neck and tug lightly at her head of curls. you adjust yourself, purposely separating the boundary of your wrapped towel and your lower region, and you begin to grind your clit against her thigh. you could feel the secretion sliding between your skin.

“Y/N..” Shuri leaves a light moan onto your lips, lifting up for air. "Yes?" you begin kissing down her neck, lightly sucking. "I-is this okay?" Shuri could barely get out. "We don't have to"

you stood up, still hovering over her and peeled off your towel, dropping it to the floor. you take her finger swipe it across your entrance, allowing her to feel the mess she was beginning to create. you sucked yourself off of her, keeping your gaze onto her. "Does that answer your question, Princess?" you say, in an almost sinister tone. "Fuck.." Shuri trailed off, pleasantly surprised at your behavior. without any further question, she lifts you up with one arm and walks you over to the bed, laying you down. you wanted her so bad. this would be your first time with a woman, and although you were nervous, you were ready. you could easily figure out what she liked. you seen it in your dreams a million times. Shuri began kissing you all over your face, traveling down to your neck, eventually stopping at your chest. she hovers over your right nipple, the breeze from her breath causing you to jolt. she slides her hand up your torso and cups your other breast, lightly tugging on the nipple. she slightly drops her jaw, allowing her dribble to fall and coat your puffed nipple. she cleans it up before it droops below the surface. simultaneously, she drives her knee in between your legs, just close enough for the tip of her knee and your clit to kiss. you gasp at the quick exchange, your body squirming under her touch, semi-begging for more. "Stop teasing me, Shuri, please," you breath out. "Mm, mm." she shakes her head, detaching her lips from around your areola. "I've been waiting a long time for you. I'm taking my time. " she gives some attention your other nipple before traveling down your torso. she makes sure not to leave any skin on your body unloved. she wanted the way she truly felt to translate through her actions. she tugged you by the inside of your knees, pulling you closer to the end up of the bed, and kneeled down in front of your heat. "Shuriiii," you whined out, aching for her to do something. "What is it, usana?" she says, wanting you to be vocal. she was so deeply grateful to have heard you say the things she had only dreamt. "What do you need from me?" you had absolutely no problem being vocal. all your guilt, sadness, and confusion was out the window. all you wanted now was to make her feel how she made you in your dreams. sitting up on your forearms, you lock eyes with her, "put your mouth on her, please." "Yes, my love." she breaks eye contact with you and makes eye contact with your folds. "Hey, pretty girl," she cooes over your entrance. the seductive introduction made you melt like putty. She slides her two fingers up your slit, separating your folds, and exposing your now pulsating clit. In one quick motion, she wraps her pretty, royal lips around it and gives it a french kiss. "Yesss, fuck!--" you cry out. you been yearning for this moment, and seeing it come into fruition was driving you insane. still eating, shuri hums inside you, sending the vibrations through you. she slowly slides her fingers inside and begins pumping. you could feel the love at the end of her tongue, and you feel your eyes begin to well up. you throw your head back in intense pleasure. she taps the side of your hip twice, coming up to speak. "aht, aht. keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous" demanding your attention, still pumping. soon as your tear-filled eyes, meet hers, she adds another finger and begins to twist. "Ahh!" you pierce out a glass crushing scream, grabbing the sheet so hard you almost pop it off its corner. "I can't--" she silences your protest, shushing loudly, "yes you can baby, hold it for me, yeah?" wanting to be good for her, you just gave a weak nod. she lowers her lips back to your super sensitive bud, now edging it with the flat of her tongue. the combination of the two movements immediately tossed your stomach into knots, signaling a releasing creeping. "Shuri, I'm going to fucking cum--" you say through exhausted breath and gritted teeth. her expectations of you holding anything would soon be met with disappointment.

"I know baby, just a little while longer," she attempts to soothe you, failing terribly. she sucks one more time, slightly tugging at it, making the popping noise at the release. she takes her thumb and uses it as replacement for where her mouth was and uses her free hand to push your knees to your chest.

your legs involuntarily began to tremble and you knew you could hold it no longer.

"Baby," you gasp out, in a warning tone.

"come on, let it out." she gives you the green light and on command, you immediately pour out onto Shuri's fingers.

"Such a good fucking girl." she praises, and you ride out your O off of her fingers. she takes them out and lowers herself to your lips, giving you her fingers for the two of you to share. "You taste so good." she exclaims, moaning to herself.

you're a whimpering, moaning mess. you've never felt such an intense feeling in all the years your were in a relationship with that man. it awakens something in you, and you're ready to do whatever to make Shuri happy.

sitting up with her towering you, you and the Princess collaborate in lifting her shirt over her head. you take time admiring her slim but toned body and her small, perky and stiff breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Shuri." You say looking up to her, so very sincerely. she was really ethereal in every way. she had an androgynous vibe to her, being equally as pretty as she was handsome.

" I am a reflection of you, mhlobo wam." she replies before lifting your chin, placing a peck onto your lips. she always knew what to say.

you slide your fingers around the brim of her shorts before pulling them down, being greeted with her black boxers, being soaked at the front.

"Oh shit," you chuckle. "It's like that?" you look up at the now flustered girl. It was funny, but cute. as quick as she could be in control was as quick as she could become coy.

"It's not my fault," she says in a pouty tone. "You're just so--"

In the midst of her talking, you slip her out her boxers, lift her leg, and rest her foot on the tall bed post that stood beside you, exposing her pretty and dripping two-toned cunt. your eyebrows raised, surprised at her flexibility.

you let out a secluded breath, loving what you saw in front of you. "So..?" you ask, tauntingly, sliding your thumb up and down her middle.

“—Sexy.” her breath stifles, and her chest began to heave up and down.

“you think i’m sexy?” you taunt even further, now dipping your thumb in every one and again, enjoying watching her squirm.

“Y-yes,” her hips disobey her attempt to keep cool and begin bucking up.

“How sweet. Let me say, thank you.” you palm her plump bottom with both hands and pull your lips closer to her sweet spot. you lick a straight path from the bottom of her opening up and to the top and make a quick circle around her clit, sealing it with a kiss.

“Ohhh my f— Y/N..” Shuri felt as if she began to float. she had the prettiest girl at her mercy, and now she had her at her own. to see her underneath her, wanting her in the same way— the thought alone was enough for her cum.

“Tell me how you like it, Princess. Teach me.” you plead, wanting nothing more than to make her feel how she just made you. your eagerness to learn her body made her all the more excited to continue.

like a magnet, you attached your lips onto her second pair, and she guides you right where she wants you.

“Right there. S-slow, please.” she almost begs.

as asked, you rolled your tongue around her bud slowly. painfully slow. you were pleased with her taste & moaned in confirmation.

“Ughh,” her breathing becoming more unsteady, “Fuck, that feels so good, nkosazana.” proud and driven by the praise you were just given, you speed up your pace, just a little. this time, making it sloppy and shaking your head in it. you raise a finger and trace it along her entrance, waiting for the confirmation that it was okay. she nods.

you strike a finger up briskly, tongue still attacking her clit.

“Yes!” she cries out, holding a tighter grip on the sides of your head. you give a few more pumps before slipping another finger, eager to send her over. pushing deeper and deeper, you notice her juices begin to trickle down your fingers.

“are you close, my love?”you chase her expressions for an answer.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she whimpers out as you keep pumping. her eyes shut tight and her leg began to shake. she was a whimpering little thing. it was different from her normal, calm, masculine presenting energy. and you loved it.

you increase the pressure of your sucking and soon after you feel a rush of creamy substance floating down your tongue like a river. she sobs out as she comes down from her first O.

“Mmm.” you vocalize your satisfaction with her flavor. “thank you, princess.” you feel yourself oozing at the sight of her squirm.

“who— taught.. you.. that,” She says in between each gasp for air. you laugh at her possessive energy but flattered that your succeeded at your first attempt to please her.

gaining some of your leg strength back, you fall back on the bad, pulling Shuri on top of you and rolling over so that you were on top. you thought about this so many times and was ready to try it.

you spread her legs and lower your wet and pulsating clit to meet hers. feeling the warm & gushy sensation between you to caused you both to gasp at the same time.

“You so fucking nasty, my God.” Shuri groans aggressively, staring into your soul.

“For you. You damn right.” you bite back. you swooned at thought of being her fantasy. you were laying it all out for her, making her long term attraction worth it.

you held yourself up slightly, rocking back and forth, tribbing the nucleus of her treasure.

“That pussy feels so good on mine, fuck,” you moan, wanting to throw your head back but also not wanting to miss any reactions, for they were the navigator of your success rate.

“Shit!” her pretty brown eyes beginning to gloss over with water. she couldn’t believe how submissive she was acting, but she even more so couldn’t believe how filthy you were, especially involving her. you also couldn’t believe it either. to have never been with a woman, being with Shuri in this way felt so natural.

“Y/N please!” she cried out, grabbing your neck, pulling you forehead to forehead, the heart shaped herb necklace she gifted you now dangling in her face.

thrusting harder, you reach your hand up and massage her left breast, grazing her nipples with the edges of your nails.

the two of your bodies moved in the same patterns like a missing puzzle piece. you grabbed her by her face and kissed her passionately. uncontrollably moaning your mouth, she begins to cry, this time, letting her emotions take over her.

“I’m cumming, please, I can’t take anymore,” she reaches out to push your torso further away, but her hands are quickly pinned down over her head.

“I’m almost there baby, hold on.” You coo sweetly, noticing her begin to get overstimulated. You continue to thrust, picking up the pace to speed up your orgasm, talking Shuri through.

Shuri’s eyes began to roll back and her mouth was agape for so long from her silent cries, she started to drool.

“Shit,” you feel yourself getting ready to release. The sight of her under your control sped up the process by a whole lot. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—fuck!” you began to whimper. By the time your juices flow out, Shuri let out a piercing screech, squirting all over you.

Shuri was now sobbing and shaking, violently. You wipe her tears and kiss all over her face, now laying beside her.

“I know baby, I know. Let it out,” you continue to kiss her and rub her to calm her down.

“I—I” she tries to vocalize something, but still hasn’t come down yet.

“Take your time, no need to rush.” you reassure her, still slightly out of breath yourself. you help her regulate her breathing and she finally makes out her sentence.

“I need to fuck you. Now.” she growled.

if she hadn’t before, the desire now was through the roof. this was the most aggressive you’d ever seen her-- also the most vulgar-- and after the damage you had just done to her, you were excited, but nervous to see how she would handle you.

her wobbly legs refraining her from being able to move as fast as she could, she hops up and limps over to her dresser draw, opening the top draw and taking out a pretty black, blue and silver strap. the design on it mimicking what would be the inside of a gadget. by it’s shiny and potent structure, you knew it was made of vibranium.

she slips the harness around her hips, tightening both ends to secure it, arms flexing in the process. effortlessly turning you on with every move.

“Come here, duchess.” she motions you over with two fingers. you immediately oblige, following her lead like a lost puppy.

she leads you over to the large mirror that resided on the wall on the other side of the bed. she swipes the slick from the middle of your entrance and uses it to lube up the tool.

“The safe word, is mango.” She began, looking at you through the mirror. “If it’s too much or it hurts, say that word, and i’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

you bite your lip nervously, and nod, doubting that you would ever be using it.

“Words, princess.” She says sternly, lifting up your chin.

“Y-yes.” you breathily respond. and just like that, you were back under her spell, ready to be used anyway she desired.

“There’s my girl.” She smirks before positioning herself behind you. something about her referring to you as her girl made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

you bent over and braced yourself on the mirror and suddenly you felt a poke at your entrance.

“You ready?” she asks. you nod way too eagerly. “I’m gonna count to 3… 1–“

before she ever got to two she slides her length up your canal and you gasp super sharply.

“Shuri!” you half moan, half growl, feeling good but snapping at her for cutting your time to prepare.

“Shh, you got it, come on,” she coaches. Shuri stroked her length in and out of you, slow and long, building up your anticipation.

“Shit!,” you spat, bitting down on your lip, adjusting to her length.

shuri had been developing this piece for a long time. she also was secretly restricting it for you, not knowing if you’d ever actually be together. but the very few times she did have other partners, she’d only use the regular silicone strap for them. only a woman of a certain poise and power was worthy of the contraption, and in this case, that woman was you. her intombi entle.

she had designed it to feel as close to skin as possible. she wanted you to feel the intimacy just as she did, being that she also designed it to allow her to feel you.

as she pumped in and out of you, your walls tightly clenched around her, almost fighting to keep her inside.

“Ugh,” Shuri grunted aloud. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

“Oh God,” you slur out. as your body was working overtime to stay cool, you feel yourself beginning to sweat profusely. your freshly done silk press now glued to your shoulders. “You feel so fucking good”

The Princess swiftly grabs your arms and folds them, locking them behind you. She holds up your perfect frame, forcing you to look at you both in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you look taking this dick, hmm?” she says lowly in your ear while speeding up her pace.

“Oh, fuck,” not having any control over what happens now, you begin to panic, the knot you now knew to be so familiar beginning to arise in your stomach.

“Say it. I wanna hear you,” she demands.

“Shuri, please,” you beg her to go easy on you, but she wasn’t having it. She gives an electrifying smack to your ass.

“Say. It.” She says through grit teeth, now with one hand full of your hair, slamming into you harder, directly on your g spot.

“I— aghhh!” you fight to get the words out. “I l-look s-so pretty taking th— this dick!”

she smiles sinisterly and quickly agrees. “Mm, yes you do.”

a question you usually scoff at arises, however, it’s a pleasure to hear the next sentence come from Shuri’s lips.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hm?” she knew exactly how to get you riled up. She so badly yearned to hear you surrender to her after watching you with someone else all this time. especially someone who didn’t deserve you.

“It’s yours, Shuri,” your words began to spill over like a fountain in sonic moans. “It’s yours, I’m yours, I belong to you!”

it was music to Shuri’s ears. you were hers. you said it, and that’s all the confirmation she needed.

“and don’t you ever fucking forget,” she spat.

hearing the royal speak so filthy and so rough was so shocking yet so enticing. her every word carried you closer and closer to your whit’s end.

still stroking, she yanks your head back and passionately kisses you, swallowing all your moans.

stomach tight, shuri’s strokes began to get sloppy, feeling your constant contract and release. she was quickly approaching her arrival.

“Shhhhuri, I’m about to—“ you began, almost snatching the words out her mouth.

“Cum. Cum with me, my pretty girl.” she gives 4 more sloppy pumps before she slides out, cumming all over herself; but not before you left a creamy, white ring all around her base. as soon as she comes out completely, you squirt out all over her lower region; something you had never done before. you squeal, in shock and excitement.

“You did such a good job, usana” Shuri pecks your lips and taps your slightly bruised ass. you beam at the praise she gives. she picks you up and carries you to the bed, gently laying you down before slipped off her harness and climbing in with you.

draping the covers over your naked bodies, you cuddle into Shuri, placing your head on her chest and she pulls you in closer. you throw your leg over her lower torso to get close as possible. you both listen to each other’s breath slowly come down to its original state. Shuri picks up and holds your hand that was previously laying on her chest, and kisses it. At peace and well satisfied, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep.

“not you falling asleep already,” Shuri laughs, mockingly.

usually you’d protest, but you let her rock on this one.

“I love you so much.” you mummur, gazing up at Shuri.

“I love you so much more. Thank you for trusting me with your body.” She says sincerely.

“I trust you with my life.” you say authentically as ever, overcome with feelings of euphoria.

“I trust you with mine.” she replies, almost instantly.

shuri lifts her hand, inviting you to do the handshake your friend group had made. the two added a special ending that nobody new about. the two of you share a blissful laugh at the comedic ending of it.

“Alright, my love, get some sleep.” Shuri rubs small circles on your back with one hand and rubs the leg thrown over her with the other.

“You got a boyfriend to break up with tomorrow.”

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When The Hubby’s Away…

Prompt: When MLB!Harry gets home early

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The kids went to bed exceptionally early today.

After a whole day of swimming, yummy food, running around the backyard - their little bodies were exhausted by six in the evening.

YN cleaned up around the house, took a nice long bath but that only brought her to nine at night and as she laid in bed, still wrapped in a robe.

Harry wasn’t going to get home until the early hours of the morning, one or two, and YN was feeling a bit of arousal in her stomach.

She gets up, quietly closes the door to the master bedroom, and dims the lights as she sheds the robe on the ground.

YN grabs her phone off the nightstand, unlocking it and swiping until she finds a certain app, where she then has to input three more passwords until folders of pictures and videos pop up.

She spreads her legs, hand lazily running down her belly until her fingers slip between her folds where she’s already damp.

YN wasn’t in a rush as she begin to run her fingers over her swollen clit, her hips squirming against the sensitivity.

She scrolls until she finds something that sparks her interest.

It’s a video from a few months ago, taken in Miami when YN and Harry took advantage of a game there for a little parent getaway.

YN has the camera rolling and focused on her front, they’re on the hotel balcony, a warm night with the beach in the background, waves crashing against the shore.

She’s laid out on a chaise, the dress she wore to their fancy dinner was rucked up around her hips, panties pulled to the side as Harry licked into her.

He was still fully dressed in a nice suit but is kneeling in front of the chair, YN’s hips off the edge, and his hands gripping her plush.

“Ha-Harry,” YN whimpers quietly, there were balconies around them, they could easily get caught but she doesn’t want it to stop.

He pulls back to look up at her, past the camera to his wife with intense gaze, his lips shiny with her, “What do you want, mama? Gonna keep this and watch it later? Watch how filthy you are for your husband?”

Harry doesn’t wait any longer before moving back down, nipping at her mound to make her squeak before spreading her folds with his fingers and tracing his tongue from her core to clit.

“Pinch y’nipples,” He orders from below, eyes darting back up and YN apparently does not follow directions fast enough because he’s reaching up and yanking her top down until her tits spill out, “Now.”

“Want you to do it,” YN whines with an edge of a bratty tone, her hands staying in his hair.

“Oh, you want me to?” Harry parrots back, his one hand moving up to squeeze her tit roughly before pinching at her nipple, “Never say no to you, mama.”

Then he’s back to work, taking her clit between his lips and -

“What do we have here?” Harry interrupts her concentration, she didn’t even hear the door open and when she gazes up at him from her phone - he’s leaning against the wall by the closed door.

YN blinks at him, a bit hazy, and her hands moves from her core to reach towards him, “C’mere, touch me.”

“Oh, doesn’t seem like you need me,” Harry hums with that low rasp that’s a sure signal of his arousal, “So you can keep going and I’ll take care of myself.”

He sits in an armchair near their window, too far from the bed for YN’s liking but close enough that they can see every detail of each other.

Harry palms at himself as his eyes trace up and down his wife’s body, “Look at you. All sprawled out on our bed, touching your cunt thinkin’ of your husband. You’re a dream.”

“Want your hands,” YN complains breathily as her fingers circle her clit again, it didn’t feel as good this time because she knew his capable fingers were right there.

“And I want you to hush up and make yourself come,” He responds as his wriggling his shorts and hoodie off - sitting back in the chair with his length hard and thick, wet at the top.

She gives him a glare but it melts when she just figures she might as well give him the show of his life.

YN spreads her legs further to open up like a flower to him, she arches her back prettily, and lets out a soft moan of exaggerated pleasure.

She closes her eyes - to make him mad because he’s a show off and he wants to show off how nice his cock is.

Her free hand moving up to pinch her nipple between her forefinger and thumb, constant sound coming from her parted lips.

“Look at me.”

God, he’s so fucking easy.

YN slowly opens her eyes, blinking heavily as she puts more pressure on her bud, “It feels s’good, baby.”

Harry huffs in frustration, he can’t even play his own game, and soon he’s out of the chair and his hand comes to her ankle, yanking her down the bed.

His fingers come to spread her open, his eyes glued to where she’s so pretty, wet for him, and he shakes his head.

“Desperate f’me, you know that? I give you my cock constantly and when I’m away your watching videos of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were obsessed with me, mama,” Harry teases with a mocking edge as he tucks to fingers into her and rubs at her spot.

“H, yes. There, baby,” YN encourages because he can play her like violin, he knows her body like the back of his hand.

Harry laughs as he leans down to bite at her nipple, “You act like I don’t know, darling.”

His cockiness shouldn’t make him sexier but it does, his sureness of how well he can manipulate her body and how her body physically craves him.

From the Harry she met in college, shaking as she touched him for the first time - they’d come such a long way together.

YN already knows that he’s not going to let her come like this and so she wriggles away from his hands before getting off the bed to kneel.

“Gonna give me a treat, sweetheart?” He murmurs as she kisses at his strong thighs then the softest , thin skin of his inner part.

“Maybe,” She hums as she just barely grazes his shaft with her lips, making his cock twitch at the teasing touch.

“Do it proper. I’m don’t deserve to be teased, I’m not the one who was getting off alone,” Harry tells her and wraps his hand around her hair, pulling her in.

“Don’t act like you don’t get off alone either,” YN retorts as she graciously begins to lick long stripes in the underside.

“Rarely,” Harry says truthfully, he really didn’t that much in the road - partly because he was just dead exhausted and the other was she wasn’t there, “But when I do it’s to pretty pictures of your cunt.”

“Mm,” She hums, still lapping lazily and lulling it around with her tongue to make him even more pent up.

“Alright, enough of this,” Harry hisses roughly, his hand weaving deeper in her hair, “Open up.”

YN feels a electric thrill zip through her spine at his dominant tone, she obliges and he’s guiding himself into her mouth.

She always struggles to take him, thick and big, but enjoys the feeling of her throat burning as he lightly thrusts inside.

When she glances up, she notices his head is tilted back and his eyes are closed, the view is immaculate of his ripped stomach and chest.

Her hand sneakily moves between her own thighs to rub at her clit as she swirls her tongue around him on every odd thrust.

She didn’t realize she was that close to an orgasm, it takes her by surprise as she pulls off his cock and lets a moan out as her body tenses through the aftershocks.

“Are you kidding me?” Harry rasps up, his tone harsh and faux annoyed as he grips her by the shoulders and stands her up, “Did you really just come?”

“You said when you came it that you wanted me to make myself come,” YN shrugs innocently as he crowds her - his chest pressing against hers and starts taking steps which in turn makes her have to step back until she’s pressed against their dresser.

He turns her around and pushes her down by the back until she’s bent over the cold wood of the furniture, tits smooshed against it.

Harry takes a step back, to admire his wife with her arse out, and he can’t help but land a smack on her cheek enough for it to jiggle and bloom a print of his hand.

“I should really not give you anything,” Harry tells her as his lines himself up, teasing her by just pushing the head in before pulling out and rubbing against her cheek.

“But you’re going to,” She bites back confidently, when he teases the head at her opening again, she pushes her hips back harshly until her bum is in the cradle of his pelvis and he’s all the way in - snug and warm.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groans in surprise before he’s gripping her hips hard and pulling her back onto him over and over again, “Never get tired of this.”

“Don’t wish you were out cheating like all your other teammates?” YN jokes breathlessly as she grips the wood for some type of leverage.

Harry pulls out at that comment, flipping her over and pushing her back on the bed, crawling on top of her, and letting his body weight fall - their chests pressed together as he kisses her, managing to guide himself back in and thrust slowly.

Harry breaks the kiss to make eye contact, their lips just brushing, and he whispers sincerely, “I don’t wish to be anywhere but with you, ever. You’re the only thing I crave and I’ll never stop wanting you. You’re the best drug I could get. Nothing and no one would ever give me what you do.”

YN feels her eyes prick at the sweet statement, she giggles embarrassed as he kisses away the tear that falls and then mouths at her neck.

“I love you,” Is all she can manage as his hand sneaks between her thighs and folds, thumbing at her already sensitive clit.

“Then show me. Come for me,” Harry goads as he speeds up his hips, “Show me how good you are for me, mama.”

YN doesn’t have to be told twice, her second orgasm crashing over her like a thick, hot wave of fire, and her toes curl against his calves.

“Christ, you’re pretty,” He hums lowly, mouth biting all over her chest as he slows his hips down, “You done or you gonna let me keep going, baby?”

YN felt overstimulated, her core throbbing and sensitive but she didn’t want to stop, the warm weight of him on top of her was so welcomed after he’d been gone.

“Keep going, H,” She whimpers as he pushes in with just barely there pressure, like he has all the time in the world.

“I got an idea,” He says instead, pulling out of her and tugging her off the bed with him until he’s opening their balcony doors and is shuffling her out, “Since you were getting off to that video of us being outside.”

The way their house was set up, there was no possible way any of the children (if they would wake up) could accidentally look out a window and see them and so YN didn’t hesitate to follow him.

It was a bit chilled out, her nipples hardening up again, and he’s walking her back into a plush chaise where she’s can lay back.

“Want your mouth again,” YN tells him as kneels in front of the chair, wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her down hard until her bum’s hanging off the furniture.

“Am I good at it or somethin’?” He smirks, his dimples popping into his cheeks and he looks boyish for a moment.

“You’re alright,” YN drawls unbothered as the nippy New York air stings on her warmest places, making her shiver at the sensation.

“Managed to keep you satisfied all this time,” Harry quips because he doesn’t like even being teased about his bedroom abilities.

“S’cause your cock so nice,” She continues to push at him because she loves to rile him up until he’s too turned on to think straight - it’s working.

“I’m gonna make you cry,” He promises roughly, his voice impossible deeper as he ducks down to lick a stripe from her core up to her clit before dipping two of his fingers in to stroke at her walls.

It feels euphoric instantaneously but what catches her by surprise is when his lips trail from her folds down to her other entrance, licking there with purpose to loosen her up.

She now knows exactly what he’s trying to do.

Multiple orgasms, playing with her bum, he’s going to try to make her squirt - her stomach is tight with anticipation because she always comes so hard from it and now he’s trying to show off.

“Fuck,” YN gasps when he scissors his fingers expertly against her spot as his pushes his tongue past her right muscles then pulling back to nip at her cheek enough that it hurts before repeating the process over and over again.

He’s persistent as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has her thighs quivering with tension, her stomach tensed, and that uncomfortable but blissful feeling that she is going to release.

And Harry’s just, well, gorgeous when she looks down at him - his eyes blinking up to meet hers before he’s focused back on her center, his bicep flexing deliciously with how fast his hand is moving, and his mouth swollen from use.

“M’gonna come, H. Please, m’gonna - oh,” YN mewls desperately, straining against where Harry holds her legs open and refusing to let them shut.

“Yes, come on. Give it to me, mama,” He growls between kisses and licks, “Come on me, I’ve earned it, yeah?”

YN only lasts a few more seconds before she’s releasing all over his hand, face, the chaise, and her own thighs - slumping with exhaustion, chest heaving heavily with every pant as her clit throbs painfully.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Harry coos happily when he notices her puffy eyes, swiping the tears away from her being overwhelmed in the best way possible, “God, look at you. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fucking hell, don’t know how I ever landed you.”

“Mm,” Is all she can reply as her body aches in the best way possible, her bones felt heavy and like she'd melt if she tried to move from her spot on the lounge chair but she still wanted her husband to finish.

"Come on, H," YN beckons, pulling him upwards onto the furniture with her and bringing their lips together, "Want you to come now. Deserve it. Want you in me."

"Not too sore?" He checks before she's shaking her head and spreading her thighs, he places them over the crooks of his elbows and guides himself back at a tortuously slow pace.

YN remembers fondly the span of time when they first started dating where no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't last more than a minute or two because it was all so new to him.

It was the biggest turn on that now, ten years down the line, that the reason he is so good is because he's tailored it to fit her, he knows how to please her down to a simple down and he knows her body like the back of his hand.

The fact that after all this time, he still craved her so much, just as much if not more than when they first met made her always feel wanted, sexy, and so fucking in love with him.

Harry turns his head to kiss at her ankle then down her leg as he keeps up a steady, not too harsh rhythm, and he just can't help himself because his thumb is finding her tingling, puffy clit once more.

"Baby, I can't," YN protests but does nothing to bat his hand away, subconsciously pushing back up into the action, "Oh my god, Harry."

"Just one more, I promise," Harry chuckles breathlessly as he feels the oncoming signs that he's about to come, speeding up his motions on her until a weak, barely there orgasm is coursing through her once again.

And after he settles from his own release, Harry can't help but grab his phone, and open that secret app - snapping a few pictures of his wife absolutely fucked out from all of her orgasm.

She looks stunning in the moonlight, her skin glowing with perspiration, and her core swollen and wet.

"Need to come home early more often," Harry teases as he locks the app before dragging her back inside for a shower.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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joseph quinn catches reader watching an eddie munson edit

lowkey feel like he'd be so cocky about it

(just gotta say before you read that this is no hate to people who earn money on tiktok to support themselves financially!)

it happened by accident.

tiktok's got you brainrot when you open the stupid app. watching endless videos of comical skits or podcast made by men who've got nothing better to do or drama about people you didn't know existed until then. you hate it, the app and it's content, but you can't find yourself stopping from pressing the icon on your home screen to fill the space of free time.

you'd been on the couch, joseph somewhere in the flat doing something he told you he'd do but you had been too distracted. your thumb flips on different videos — animals, babies falling off, those annoying teenagers who make a mess watching the new minions movie — everything a bored human being would make.

the volume was low, as to not disrupt the ever longing silence in your shared home that has been there since earlier this morning. you scroll and you scroll and you scroll until—

oh, look at that.

joseph's face fills your screen, or rather, eddie munson. the one who's taken over your feed on every app, though you don't mind. you enjoy seeing his face everytime.

it's an edit to one of the childish gambino's song that oyou've heard in every other video that's like this one. eddie's velocity slowed before it goes fast on every beat, the clip from the one he's first shown in the trailer.

you've gotten too distracted watching the video on repeat, looking at the tattoos in his arm that doesn't match his real one on his bicep, his hair that's incredibly long and frizzy, his face clean and shaved and young. there's a nail to your lip as you watch it repeatedly, unbeknownst that the one who's portrayed him was standing behind you.

"hi."

you slam your phone on the culprit behind you in defense, screaming and turning around to see joseph with a hand on his nose. you gasp, jumping over the couch to place your hands over his and remove it to take a better look of your unintentional assault.

"jo!" you tut at the redness on the bridge of his nose. "oh my god, i'm so sorry."

"it's okay," he chuckles, like the forming bruise on his nose isn't starting to swell and darken from the impact of your phone. you pull him to the kitchen by his wrist, urging him to rest against the counter as you pull out an ice pack. "really, baby, it's okay. i'm sorry i scared you—"

"no, no. i'm sorry," you press the pack on his nose, wincing when he hisses. even then joseph's smiling at you, a hand around yours as you dab the cold pack on his swelling skin. "does it hurt?"

he wrinkles his nose. "a bit. i've been hit with worse."

"god, i'm sorry—"

"it's alright, lovie," he smiles. "you were just watching me being all hot and sexy like, ten times. shouldn't have disturbed you in the first place and let you indulge."

your face falls, nudging your knee to his. "it wasn't ten times."

"right. it was fifteen."

joseph laughs when you roll your eyes, placing his hands on your waist as you continue to dab the pack on his nose. "such a narcissist, jo."

"hey, if my baby thinks i'm very hot and can't stop watching a video of myself while biting a nail, i would be a narcissist forever."

"eugh."

"come on," he moans, puckering his lips at you. "let me in to your heart."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

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thisismeracing · 11 months

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 12

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: It's Monaco racing week, but Yn won't be attending on Sunday as usual, her schedule, however, did not pass unnoticed by fans.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: HEYAAA, we got to one hundred notes so fast last chapter that it got me inspired to a) update faster and b) finally make an Instagram story template hehehe Hope you guys like it, let me know by reblogging and commenting (as you can see it fuels me hihihi)

part. 11 | series masterlist | part 13 | taglist

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn A different kind of Sunday (but still, really really good one!)😌💛 Gina, watching you handle a horse is like watching art unfold 😭 you’re perfect, thank you for being you!

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schumachermoments that was a full declaration, damn

gina_schumacher thank you sm for coming to see me, it meant the world to me, yn! 🤍🤍🤍

⤷ vroomvroom55 THESE INTERACTIONS ARE THE BEST ISTG

mickschumacher 😍😍

⤷ sainzcents my mickyn is alive!!!!

lewishamilton congrats, gina!! 💪🏾💜

1d_f1 I never thought I would see the Schumachers and the Hamiltons this close, but I am so so happy to watch this all unfold

user040 so you ditched your brother’s race to watch gina? I would be pissed

⤷ theofficialyn good thing you’re not my brother then 😘

⤷ monacharles LMAOOOO YN IS WILD TODAY

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn oklahoma photo dump 🧡

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sunshinehamilton I- the cowboy shirt… I sense some flirt?

lewishamilton ❤️

⤷ 444755 lewis is so supportive of Yn, it warms my heart to watch

gina_schumacher I had a great time with you!!!

ynswiftie1 YN AND GINA IN THE BACK ON THE THRID PIC 😭😭😭 it’s giving me besties energy

2001hamilton who’s the last horse? he cute

⤷ theofficialyn it’s eric! he’s the sweetest boy 🥰

⤷ ynfrance she actually answered you omg ur so lucky!

mickschumacher nice shirt

⤷ ferrarilimits that’s not how you flirt, Mick

shinebrightyn 🤠🤠

May 30th

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theofficialyn

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theofficialyn Happy birthday to the best father in the world. Thank you for always having my back and supporting my dreams. Lew and I would not be who we are today if it wasn't for you, your endless patience and love.

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lewishamilton the real goat ❤️

gina_schumacher Happy birthday dad hamilton! 🎂

8timeslewis They are so cute!!!

interleclerc wake up bestie, new baby Lewis picture just dropped!!

mercedesamgf1 Dad Hamilton is a legend

schumercedes why didn't mick comment on this?

⤷ normalando Oh I think he gave his wishes in person 😌

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan

#mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher imagine #f1 imagines #mick schumacher #f1 imagine #black!reader #mick schumacher x reader #millie writes #ms47 #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher x black!reader #mick schumacher x you

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cheyandyukisystem · 7 months

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Girly Kei clothes on hot topic!

I know it's hard to find girly Kei stuff in places that aren't Japanese brands, and usually that comes with SUUUPER expensive shipping. Even more expensive if you don't want it to take months to arrive.

Luckily, hot topic has some stuff that I think would work pretty well for girly kei (although there's probably mostly dark girly stuff, since it is Hot Topic). I was bored and decided to go through and screenshot a bunch of items that I think would work well. It's not exactly like what you would buy from a Japanese store but it still works!

Also, slight warning, hot topic is fast fashion so it might not last long. Not to say it won't, I have stuff from hot topic that I wear often that's lasted me years now. Their stuff that has metal usually doesn't last as long though, they use cheap stuff that breaks easy.

(Sorry for the images cutting off at the top, my hot topic app was being weird.)

Starting out, here are some shirts I found.

Then, some skirts!

Oh shoot I can't put more images than that. Okay I'm going to just reblog this with more items.

#girly kei #dark girly #ガーリー系 #ダークガーリー #hot topic

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arkaix · 1 year

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Oh god twitter is on the verge of collapsing. Wow. This post will probably reach no one but I'll make it anyway just in case.

If you've just started using Tumblr PLEASE read this message: Tumblr is not built like twitter, it's a nice place but you can't use it the same way you used twitter or instangram or every other social media. If you find yourself stuck or confused feel free to comment and I'll try to help.

Examples of how strange this place is:

Having lots of followers is meaningless & reblogs are your ONLY tool to be seen by others

the tagging system is used to classify your content, to keep your blog in order AND to make funny comments all at the same time

censoring words is Actively harmful towards people who want to avoid triggers

on the app, links work only when they want to. There's an easy way to fix it but it's manual. Seriously this place is a dumpster fire-

bots are everywhere and if you DON'T want to be followed by a bot, or to be mistaken for one.

Tumblr is not an easy place to navigate, so here's a small list of links to fast learn how to:

The basics of etiquette and how to live a peaceful life here

Another one on how to interact and how to curate your experience

Other basics things to know

Now to specific things:

The SHADOWBAN

How to work with LINKS here

How to make a READ MORE to shorten your post

The difference between Primary and Secondary blogs

How to make custom themed blog (for the Advanced)

I'm so sorry for all the people that used Twitter as its main source of income to find jobs, we'll try our best to support you.

And if Twitter doesn't die then, feel free to stay anyway if you like it here ^-^

#tumblr #how to use tumblr #twitter #twitterpocalypse #tumblr etiquette #guide to tumblr #welcome to tumblr #le'ts have fun together

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stevebabey · 3 months

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I just read your x reader post (and the anon response to it) and good Lord you are right. I read your whole rant and I felt it in my bones!!

I've been in this damn app for over 10 years, and written for almost as many fandoms, and I'll say that the x reader tag has NEVER been this bad. It's not just st, it's nearly all of the ones I've seen and it's just gone down hill. It's really so fucking sad.

I was huge in the SVU fandom, and there were So! Many! Writers! We all reblogged eachothers fics and not everything had to be about sex to get notes! We LOVED when reader kissed the character for the first time because we understood that it was the yearning, the 'Oh God finally I'm having you' and not all about just fucking! God now even the most hastly written, shitty smut gets thousands of notes just because it's smut. It's so fucking disheartening. I've written a few things for st (one of which is the piece I'm most proud of, ever) and it got like, 100 notes on here. That's it, but I swear some 'popular' writers get so much traction just because they write smut poorly.

And not to sound like a boomer (cause I'm not a SWEAR) but the tik tok-ification of fandom and fanfic is ruining it! The lack of reading comprehension, the fact that reader has to be as description-less as possible or else "its not realalistic, I'd never do that, etc etc" makes me wanna rip my skin off. Fanfic used to be an outlet for so many people but the way its treated now makes it near unbearable.

(I'm so sorry I went on a rant you don't have to post this but just know that I agree with you 110%)

RANT! RANT! RANT! i’m so happy to hear people’s rant, i talk about these issues a lot with friends in dms and it’s very vindicating to hear it’s something that has bugged and annoyed more people than just me !

yes omg the way x reader fics have shifted over the last 10 years is INSANE— hearing that it’s not just stranger things unfortunately doesn’t make me feel much better lmao

i’ve picked this fight before back when i was in the spidey fandom because of this EXACT reason — where i was like hey…… sometimes things that have more notes….. are worse - because people have this insane thing where they will judge a fic? based on? its notes? and its like buddy how do u think a fic gets ANY notes if you act like that. truly its the worst, writers that are already big just keep getting boosted (even if they just write characters nasty fucking which is! ur prerogative! but it shouldnt be SUCH a factor in being popular/getting your fics read)

i’m not pointing fingers but yes i know a couple blogs that get HYPED because they both A) write smut constantly and B) write fast. and isn’t that just such a kicker if you can’t and don’t want to do those things? like even though it means nothing, there is no correlation between writing slow = bad writing, this site reflects that SO much because they never give that shit the notes it deserves

tiktok-ification god ur so right. it’s the way the mindset has shifted from these being wips, writing, pieces that you develop into instead content. consumable content. there’s such a disconnect between people that read shit tons of fic and the realisation that it’s produced by a person. they just hit the like button and go on anon to ask for an update and it’s like buddy it can’t work that way! the same way u like to read fic, writers want validation and engagement and questions and motivation!!! talk about biting the hand that feeds you 😭

[grabs ur shoulders and presses our foreheads together] we’re not crazy. it used to be better and we can make it better in time <3

#MWAH #i love u brave babeys letting me know all ur thoughts #ruby talks #asks #anon

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader (Second Person Narrator)

Word Count: 1,347

Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.

Warnings: Alternate Universe (No Upside Down), Time Skip (includes bits of High School before skipping to Adulthood), Crushes, Pining/Yearning, Teasing, Fluff, Hugs (with dubious consent, but it is welcome), Mild Angst, Flirting, Pet Names (li’l hellspawn). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: After watching Stranger Things, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I imagine Eddie totally doing something like this. Older Eddie inspired by these picture edits which just slapped me right across the face (in the best way possible). This probably needs a second part—which may or may not ever happen. Hope you enjoy anyway!

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. However, I give no permission to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work on any third party website or app. Seeing my work posted anywhere beside my blog, my library blog, or my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess) means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

I don’t do tag lists, so follow @foxglovefics to sign up for notifications on my fics.

This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!

You realize somewhere along the line you made a ‘mistake’—if you could really call it that. In fact, you knew the exact moment where you met the point of no return. It happened too fast and you were stupid and immature and self-conscious and overwhelmed and not thinking straight—all because Eddie went in for a hug.

You don’t know why your body did it, but you ducked out of his enclosing arms and backed up a step, feeling the heat fill your cheeks and your heart flutter. Babbling apologies rushed from your lips, but it was too late.

That small, supposed-to-be inconsequential moment cemented you on a path both maddening and marvelous. Because Eddie would not let it go. Oh no, not when you were his li’l hellspawn.

See, your brother was older than both of you—a senior when you were in 8th grade. Into the fantasy, the heavy metal, the alternative side of things. He met Eddie when your family moved to Hawkins in the middle of the school year. And then you met Eddie.

The crush hit you almost the moment you set eyes on him. He was gorgeous, wild, expressive. His smile lit up the whole room. You could have listened to him laugh for hours. And he had no filter, cursing the moment he laid eyes on you walking into their club meeting before turning his irritation to your brother. Even his pout had been cute that night as you watched them play D&D from the sidelines. It was safe to say he wasn’t too pleased to meet you.

Still, the next year when you started at Hawkins High, you were swept under Eddie’s wing. Without your brother to protect you, he stepped in as a trusted upperclassman—at least, that was his explanation.

To say your crush grew exponentially would be an understatement. Then the hug incident happened and sealed your fate.

At first, it took you by surprise, Eddie’s game. Every time he saw you walking around, he grabbed you in a hug. From the front, back, or side, if he caught a glimpse of you, you found yourself in his arms. In the library, the cafeteria, the hall, the gym, the field, the auditorium, wherever—even off school grounds.

In favor of honesty, you could admit to yourself you loved it. Getting swept up by him, smelling his cologne, being held in his arms.

But you couldn’t admit it out loud. No, definitely not. That was against the unspoken rules. You learned them quickly and early on. Eddie hugged you when he noticed you. The hug would last as long as he wanted. No matter how he rocked or swung you around, you kept your footing. You didn’t say anything, except perhaps an exclamation of “Eddie!” ringing with phony indigence. You didn’t hug back or show any indication that you were inwardly swooning. Because if you did, you knew it would stop, the game would be over.

So, you played along, filling your role in his teasing game. Not serious for him, but everything for you.

What started as the most pathetic, transparent lie you ever perpetuated, morphed into stolen moments. Feeling giddy and guilty every time you raised your voice in the hallway hoping to catch his attention, or walking past him more than once for no other reason than to do the same. Hoping he might hear your voice or look up at the perfect time and give you what you wanted.

If he ever caught on to your crush or your schemes, he never said. Still presenting his arms wide when you crossed paths or notching his head on your shoulder when he snuck up from behind.

Your friends thought it was weird and you took no time correcting them. They didn’t need to share the special moments between Eddie and you. They wouldn’t understand. Their crushes on Tom Cruise or David Cassidy or the boys on the basketball team didn’t appeal to you.

You knew Eddie. He brightened your day. He tried to make you laugh. He cared.

He let you crash Hellfire meetings when you couldn’t stand listening to your parents fight for another minute. He let you sleep at his trailer when you needed a place to lay low. When he found you under the bleachers one day in the late autumn of your junior year, he hugged you from behind. But when he noticed you were crying? All teasing dropped. He stayed with you until your tears dried and you could tell him what happened, the gentle weight of his arm wrapped around you and holding you for hours.

You dreaded to think that he thought of you as a younger sister. But you were willing to take it if it meant he would wrap you up tight and hold you for those precious seconds.

After high school, your lives took different paths. You left Indiana. He stayed. You’d missed him and sent a letter every few months—at least for the first year. He never responded. So you tried to move on, only to find yourself right back where you started.

Even so many years later, Eddie still appears in your dreams doing what he always does. Gripping you in a giant hug and flashing a twinkling smile. It doesn��t happen often, but it leaves you lying awake, yearning. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened back then if things had clicked into place.

The thought haunts you as you walk around the town square, past the old movie theater and what used to be Melvald’s General Store, remembering the lay of the land. Feeling strange, almost uneasy. You didn’t imagine yourself ever moving back to Roane County, but somehow everything in your life started pointing right to Hawkins. How could you refuse?

You pass by a new mechanic shop on the corner and turn down the side street to head back to your modest home when you feel them. You tense and stumble back as someone wraps their arms around your waist. A shriek of outrage passes your lips. Your hands clamp on their forearms, noticing the oil smudges and the tattoo by the elbow. The inked bats give you pause.

You swallow your nerves, but refuse to hope. “Eddie?” you squeak.

“Thought that was you, li’l hellspawn,” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can’t believe you came back.” His arms tighten around you and you have no choice but to lean into his embrace. He smells the same under the motor oil and sweat—wearing the same cologne.

You stand silent in his arms, remembering the rules of the game. You wait with that old familiar anticipation of the release. But he doesn’t move.

“You still hate hugs?” he asks, voice soft and tentative.

You sigh and shake your head. “Honestly,” you confess, “I never did.”

His arms loosen and he steps around you. The moment your eyes find him, all those silly, adolescent hormones rush through you and knock you back.

He’s aged well. His hair hits just under his chin, but he’s tied back with a bandana. The black ink of newer tattoos peek from under his shirt collar and sleeves. A short and scruffy beard defines his jawline. But he still wears a guitar pick around his neck. His smile still brightens his whole face. He still radiates safety and warmth.

“How long are you staying for?” he asks, wiping his fingers with a dirty rag.

You try not to stare, though you fail miserably. “The foreseeable future,” you reply, a little dazed.

His eyes drop to the ground as he tucks the cloth back in his pocket. “Good, that’s good.” He nods, more to himself than you. His gaze lifts, raking up your form. The intensity stuns you. Your belly flip flops pleasantly. “We can pick up where we left off.”

That look in his eye, the mischievous quirk of his lips—you swallow hard. The end of the old game, it seems, starts the beginning of the new.

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 11 Toxic in You ♡♡♡ Part 12 Taste of Your Tears series m. list

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Warnings: Angst, alcohol and weed intake, violence

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You’re a wuss. Kaede will be here at any moment, and you really don’t want her to see you like this. You can already picture it. She’ll come here all bright and bubbly, see the mess that you are, feel the horrible vibes and catch on to what’s been going on. You don’t need another person going off on you, so you need to book it. Just standing here has you shaking in what, exactly. Anger? Fear?

You take a good look at what he’s wearing. Sukuna has always dressed up in street fashion, but there’s something slightly different to him. Maybe you’re overanalyzing it, but there’s a touch of Kaede to him. Is that weird? The more you think about it, the more everything just falls into place. There’s something going on for sure, so, while Sukuna’s back is turned to you, you take the chance and run as fast as you can. You don’t bother to look back, and you don’t have to, because unlike before, there aren’t a second pair of feet running after you anymore. Another thing to feel sad about, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to empty your head as you run down streets and alleys, not caring where your feet take you. Your vision is so blurred that it’s hard to see, but you’ve managed to maneuver just fine up until now.

“Oof!”

Both you and the person you’ve bumped into let out the same noise and he quickly reaches out to stabilize you, “careful there.”

Fucking great. Are you stuck in hell or something?! Why do you keep running into people you don’t want to see?

When the man takes a closer look at you, he pouts, “oh, it’s you, angel face. Don’t tell me you’re drunk again, it’s barely seven.”

He checks the time on his phone once more - just to make sure, and then nods at you, “you okay there?”

“I’m fine,” you respond, trying to sound firm.

How did you even manage to bump into this dude? In this area?

You take a closer look at your surroundings, “why are you here?”

Satoru hums a little, “just closed up my shop not too long ago. I was planning to hang out with a few friends, but I think you need some company.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Go on with your day.”

You dab away the welling tears with your hands as you try to walk past him, but he grabs at your forearm, “come on, angel face. I know a sad face when I see one.”

There isn’t any strength left in you to resist, so you let Satoru drag you to a parking garage. Your eyes light up a bit at the sight of him moving towards a motorcycle.

“You know how to ride?”

Satoru’s grin grows wider, “I wouldn’t have one if I didn’t know how.”

A soft scoff-like laugh comes out at his answer, “true but,” you poke at his back, “rich people like you like to buy everything for show.”

Satoru feigns offense and swats your hand away sassily, “excuse me, but you come from a family of money too. You’re quite privileged, aren’t you?”

“Whatever.”

He sits on the motorcycle and hands you the helmet, “you’re gonna need it more than me.”

You accept the helmet but stay standing, “don’t you need it? What about your eyes?”

Satoru pulls out a pair of goggles from his jacket and giggles like a child, “nah, I got these babies right here. Hop on, I’m hungry.”

You must admit, the start of the ride was a bit scary. At first, you refused to hold him tightly in case you’d end up hurting him, but he insisted you hold on for dear life unless you had a death wish. As a joke, you loosened up your hold even more, causing him to scoff.

“Girl, I don’t have time to bury you. This stomach is hungry,” he shouts over the wind.

You hold his waist tightly with one arm and stretch out the other to feel the velocity of the wind, “just dump me in a ditch or something!”

Right at that moment, Satoru makes a sharp turn around the corner and it makes you squeal whilst your other arm wraps around his waist to keep you from falling. He shrugs, “after I eat, then!”

The thrill of the ride is quite exciting. It made it easier to forget about what had just happened, and you’re thankful towards Satoru for that. He ends up taking you to a convenience store; not that you mind. He mindlessly pushes out the kickstand with his foot and hops off, turning around to help you get off as well. You both enter, not paying any mind to the employee who greets you.

“Pick out anything you want,” Satoru says in a candy sweet tone as he zooms through the aisles.

You don’t pick much, opting for cup ramen and some onigiri. After settling in the seats, you both begin to dig in.

“Sorry I didn’t bring ya somewhere fancy. I was craving this way before I bumped into you.”

“I don’t mind, thanks for paying.”

He takes a bite out of his sausage stick and focuses on the people outside that pass by, “so, you wanna tell me why you were running and crying?”

You sigh, “not really. It’s a long, long story.”

His head tilts to the side as he speaks, “yanno, I haven’t known you for a while but it’s kinda easy to see through you. Instead of making things harder for yourself, why don’t you just talk about it?”

Then his judgy little eyes narrow on you, “don’t tell me you got a kink for pain.”

“Course not,” you laugh, “I wouldn’t even know.”

You take the chance to slurp up your noodles while he continues to stuff his face with savory junk. He swallows the mixed mush of food, “I’m always open ears, if you need it. We’re friends, right?”

My gosh… the ptsd of those words right now. Kazuya pops up into your mind once again and the little appetite that you had has now subsided. Satoru notices your gloomy mood but chooses to keep quiet. He’ll wait for you to talk. Will you take the bait?

“You said you’re close to Sukuna?”

Well, you took the bait, but it’s not what he expected to hear. He sticks his tongue out, “indeed.” He points towards your cup ramen, “you gonna finish that?”

“It’s yours.”

You lazily slide the ramen towards him, “have you hung out with him recently?”

Ahhh, maybe this is going in the direction he wants. Satoru giggles and holds his chin, acting as if he’s thinking, “here and there. Kaede’s always there too.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at her name and continues, “I kept asking about you, but they said you were busy. To be honest, I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Both of your palms lay flat against the tabletop and you can’t help but openly show your true expression, a soft grimace, “wow, you’re really stupid.” You tap his shoulder twice, “only you would be worried over something so trivial.”

Satoru’s jaw hangs open, “that’s rich coming from you.” He shakes his head though and laughs aloud, “why are you asking?”

You’re sick of being speechless. Your left leg is bouncing so fast under the table due to your nerves that you’re afraid Satoru will make fun of you, however, that’s not what should concern you. You drop all of your current waves of emotion and stare at him with dead eyes.

“How do they interact, Sukuna and Kaede?”

This time Satoru does take a minute to respond, as he’s digging deep in his brain to remember each and every interaction. When he’s done searching, he leans on one fist, “they’re kind of playful, maybe like…” he drags out the last word but then chirps up again, “like the day we all met! The haunted house, if you remember. Though they’re a little more playful, other than that, they don’t do anything different from usual.”

Tap… tap… tap…

The sound of your nail taps against the table. Suddenly you feel everything too much. The air conditioning in here is too high and the goosebumps rise on your forearms, the noodles you had were too salty and now you’ve got a bitter taste in your mouth. Like a nightmare, you see the vision of them dancing closely in the club and your heart tightens.

“Are you sure?”

His icy eyes scan over you while his mouth falls to a small ‘o’ shape, “do you know something I don’t?”

Alright, maybe he’s just oblivious, or could it be that Sukuna and Kaede have only recently started acting like that with each other. You force yourself to smile at him, “nevermind what I asked, I’ve been occupied.”

“Oh, that's right!”

Satoru beams brightly at you and leans over, getting all up in your face with his crazy beautiful eyes, “you had a friend that you were talking to. Sukuna didn’t mention him too much, but Kaede gossiped like crazy. It was as if a kettle had broken and all the tea came spilling out.”

This catches your attention and you furrow your brows at him, all while placing both hands on his shoulders to push him back for personal space, “what kind of gossip?”

He sassily waves his hand around as he says, “well, nothing bad, just that you were too busy with your friend, Kazuya–” he cuts himself off to get in your face again, a funny grin on his lips, “to hang out with us!”

“Please,” you end up laughing at his silliness and shove him away again, “I’m sure you had fun either way. And besides…”

You don’t know why you’re about to tell him this. It could be because you need someone to vent to. You blow a few raspberries, “I let him go.”

This is where Satoru is a liiittle confused. He wears a thin smile while his eyes ask for more information.

“Kazuya, I mean. I couldn’t continue with him– and please don’t make me feel like shit for it. I already feel horrible, so please don’t comment.”

“I won’t,” Satoru shifts in his seat, “jeez, I didn’t bring you here to judge you. What kind of man do you think I am?!”

You give him a pout, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Do you think you can take me home?”

After helping him to clean his trash, he crosses his arms and looms over you, “that depends. Are you gonna hang on or?”

You sock his arm gently and laugh louder than intended, “please shut up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ugh, what a headache. Sukuna hasn’t talked to you since that last incident. Neither of you bothered to reach out and that was fine with him. Anyway, what’s up with everyone being late these days? Satoru’s dumb ass didn’t even bother to shoot him a text and now he looks like an alcoholic, buying all this booze for what. When he’s done, he goes back home and lounges on the living room couch with music blaring through expensive speakers.

He waits for another twenty minutes before he finally hears his doorbell and he buzzes him in through the gate from inside. In walks the joke of a man that he is (he’s kidding), round circular glasses hanging on his nose bridge, his hair down loose, an oversized black tank and some sweatpants.

“Sorry, traffic.”

What a shit lie.

Sukuna glares halfheartedly, “shut the fuck up, Satoru.”

The white-haired friend rolls his eyes in annoyance and plops down beside him, “you guys are so mean, you know that?”

He shoves Satoru away from him and sits up straight, “who?”

At the same time, Satoru nudges him, “who else?! You and y/n, for crying out loud. Y’all are always telling me to ‘shut up.’ You shut up!”

Y/n… he doesn’t want to think of you, but it’s kind of hard not to with Satoru yapping away about you. He decides to cut Satoru short, “wanna smoke?”

“Alright,” Satoru agrees.

They sit together with no words, only choosing to listen to the song that plays. Satoru’s head begins to bounce along, “what song is this?”

“Soulchef - Write this Down x Dead wrong. It’s a remix.”

Sukuna skillfully rolls a joint and hands it to him with a stone face. Satoru brings the joint to his lips and lights it, breathing out a puff of smoke. He decides to be a little greedy at first, choosing to take another three puffs before eventually passing it back.

“Let’s drink too,” Satoru sings.

This isn’t a new occurrence. It’s something they do every here and there, just that today, it’s only them two, no one else. They don’t bother to dine first, instead choosing to drown themselves in the bitter beverage and hazy smoke.

Truthfully, Sukuna and Satoru have lost track of time. They’ve been drinking for a while now and they’re probably on their third joint. Yeah, not a really wise choice, but Sukuna felt like he needed it. While he’s seeing tunnel vision, Satoru takes it upon himself to bring you up again, for his own entertainment, of course.

“I ran into y/n not too long ago.”

“Cool.”

That’s it? That’s all he spits out? Where did all the possessiveness go? It’s a question Satoru easily knows the answer to, but it still amazes him how stupid you two are. He tries again, “yup, I let her ride on my motorcycle and then we ate together.”

Sukuna groans to himself, feeling an ounce of irritation at the mention of your name, but he still manages to respond, “where?”

“Convenience store.”

“Pffft!” Sukuna cannot help but laugh out loud. In fact, his laugh is so loud that it echoes all throughout downstairs. It startles Satoru momentarily but he quickly recovers, “what’s wrong with quick food?”

Sukuna snickers, his mood a little delirious due to his haze, “why didn’t you get her something real to eat?”

Satoru clicks his tongue at him and chugs the rest of his beer, “what does it matter, she still ate.” He snatches the joint from Sukuna’s fingers and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs and holding it for as long as he can before releasing. “Anyway,” he continues, rubbing his nose as he does so, “she asked me about you and Kaede.”

“She did?”

That’s probably the quickest that Sukuna has responded all night. He cocks his head towards Satoru, “why did she ask?”

Since Satoru is feeling lazy and wants to bask in this bliss, he’ll hurry up and get this over with. With another click of his tongue, he speaks, “I dunno, maybe because she hasn’t been around much? She also stopped seeing her friend, Kazuya too. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she looked like she needed a pat on the back.”

He huffs a sigh, “her eyes were puffy as fuck.”

Sukuna has no idea why Satoru feels the need to spill every single detail, but he just goes along. At first, he’s fine with what he said, until he rethinks about it. Did he just say you stopped seeing Kazuya? That’s right, that’s exactly what he said. But why is he bothered? It’s not like it matters now.

While Satoru is dazed in his own world, Sukuna reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a baggie. It contains three little pills. Correction, three little happy pills that take him away from reality. His eye flicks towards Satoru and then back to the plastic bag as he ponders whether he should take it or not. He’s already crossfaded, so he should probably put it away. The moment Satoru’s head turns towards him, he quickly slips it back into his pocket and acts as if nothing happened.

“Let’s invite Kaede and y/n,” Satoru suggests with a slur.

He shakes his head, “nah. Kaede’s on a family trip.”

Satoru smirks slyly, “and y/n?”

“No clue.”

“Man,” Satoru lures, “what happened with you guys? One second you’re inseparable and the next, you’re worlds apart.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches and the urge to become violent is on a very thin line. He’s still mad at you. He’s very angry at you. How dare you prance around and act as if it is you who is hurt. The more he thinks about you, the more upset he becomes.

He sends Satoru an icy glare and pops open a new can of bear, “drop it.”

Satoru’s hands come flying up in less than a second and he backs off with a dopey grin. He starts again, “then, what are you and Kaede? You guys seem closer than before.”

“We aren’t anything,” Sukuna confirms, his frown growing deeper.

The white-haired male sends him a sugary smile, but his tone drops to something of seriousness, “y/n seems to think otherwise~”

“That’s her problem.”

Satoru pushes himself off the couch so that he can lean in Sukuna’s direction; so that he can look Sukuna right in his face, “is it now?”

He lifts his left leg and lays it over Sukuna’s thigh, acting as annoying as he possibly can, “think I don’t know about your lovely little wallpaper? You’re not slick, Sukuna.”

Sukuna slaps his hand right above Satoru’s knee and he squeezes as hard as he can, getting an immediate reaction. Satoru’s face scrunches up as he screams, “that hurts, dude!”

“So get your ugly, lanky legs off of me, you blue-eyed freak.” He releases Satoru’s leg after shoving him off, “and quit snooping through my fucking phone.”

“I didn’t snoop!” Satoru retorts.

He snatches Sukuna’s drink and tastes it for himself, “I saw it a while ago. If she isn’t anything to you then you might as well change your wallpaper to something else.”

It’s funny how Sukuna can’t argue back. He doesn’t want to change it. If he does, it’ll be like he’s really letting go but he just can’t stop being angry with you. Every time Satoru mentions you, his ears itch and he feels like punching him for not listening. With one last glare, he takes his drink back, “shut the fuck up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

How long have they been slumped here? Seriously, it’s probably been like, hours. They aren’t crossfaded anymore and have had time to sober up, so Sukuna whips his phone out to stare at the time. This whole time, he couldn’t get stupid you out of his head. And yup, he’s made up his mind.

“You ready to leave any time soon?”

Satoru over exaggerates his frown while crossing his arms, “you are so rude. First you invite me here and now you’re kicking me out. What if I was still drunk?”

“Satoru.”

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

He stands up and huffs, “I’ll leave so you can sulk and marinate in negative feelings, you big ol’ grump!”

Sukuna laughs softly and grabs a couch pillow. He quickly tosses it and hits Satoru in the back of his head, but it hits him harder than he expects.

“Oh no you didn’t.”

Satoru spins around and quickly grabs the pillow. He throws it at the speed of light and hits Sukuna right in the face, “sucka~”

The door opens before Sukuna can get him back and he’s a bit upset that he didn’t get the last hit, but it’s whatever. Back to whatever was on his mind and ah, that’s right. He stands from the couch and marches up the stairs with his heavy feet. He kicks off his house slippers and enters his room.

Is he really gonna do this?

Sukuna sits on the edge of his bed to calm his racing mind. Sure, he’s sobered down, but is he really sure about this? He hunches over a bit and rubs his face with both his hands, “here we go.”

His heart drops with every step that he takes to his dresser but he chooses to ignore it. His fingers latch onto the handle and he hesitates, just for a second. It’s just a fucking necklace, what’s so hard about this? With that in mind, he yanks the drawer open and grabs the little silk bag. His thumb traces over the gold accents while his chest swells from the memory of you first giving it to him. Why did you guys have to become this way?

Sukuna shakes his head and opens the bag, takes the necklace out and then shoves it into his pocket. It’s almost nine, so he should hurry. It’d be faster to be driven to your house, but he prefers to walk. That way he can clear his mind and think it over again.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna stares at your gate. He should really just turn around and leave you be but he’s already climbing over it. “Oof,” he lets out as he lands. There’s a sting to his ankles but he doesn’t care. Should he be more careful so that he’s not seen? Yes. Does he care right now? No.

He takes a closer look around and notes that the upstairs is completely dark, meaning no one is up there. He decides he’ll scope out the area a bit more, just in case you have company. Just as he thought, it’s almost completely silent. He’d question if you were even home, but the living room light is on, indicating you might be there.

Sukuna shoves his hand into his pocket and clutches the necklace one last time before making it back around to your bedroom window. Fuck. It’s locked. Okay, he should go home. Despite thinking that, his hands try it again, lifting as hard as possible.

“Damn it,” he growls, gently punching the glass.

He turns around to leave. One step, two steps, three steps. Sukuna freezes in place and then swivels back around. He marches towards your front door with quick steps and rings the doorbell not once, but four times. He can hear your bitching getting louder, which means you’re almost at the door.

“Who the fuck–”

Your voice dies down the moment your eyes make contact with him. What the hell is Sukuna doing here? Your eyes flutter quickly to make sure you’re not seeing things, but he isn’t disappearing. He’s really here.

Your mind blanks out momentarily, “why are you here?”

Sukuna ignores you and pushes past you to enter. After successfully getting by, he takes the door handle from your hand and closes it, locking it as quick as he can. Your dull eyes become filled with irritation when Sukuna starts walking towards your bedroom.

“Where the hell are you going?” you shout as you angrily follow after him.

He gently pushes your bedroom door open and walks in, his fingers flipping the lights on as soon as he can. Shit, his mind is racing as he’s doing all of this. He can barely make out what the hell you’re saying. While he stands near your bed, you stand near the door to keep your distance. Gosh, it’s always you. This fuels his anger once again and digs into his pants pocket.

Without warning, he angrily throws the item at you and your quick reflexes make you catch it. You don’t look at what he threw. Instead, you keep your cold glare, “what is this?”

“The necklace,” he coldly says.

Sukuna turns away from you, so that he can’t see your face, “I no longer need it.”

A sudden burst of energy flows through you and you squeeze the necklace in your palm while angrily stomping towards him. You raise your hand and throw the necklace right at his face, causing it to scratch his right cheekbone, making it bleed lightly.

“Ouch,” he flinches. Sukuna’s hand comes flying towards his face to touch the new wound, “what the fuck was that for?!”

There aren’t even tears in your eyes. You don’t feel sad, you don’t feel like crying at all. What you feel is just pure anger. Whatever you’ve bottled up in all these months just ends up exploding in both your faces.

“Fuck you!”

Sukuna bends down and swoops up the necklace from the floor. He dangles it in your face, “you just cut my face with the necklace!”

Your eye twitches as you shove his hand away from you, “throw it away! Why bother giving it back?!”

Sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, “don’t you want it?” He looks at the trident with a soft gaze, “last I remember, you liked the necklace just as much.”

The situation right now isn’t funny at all, yet you can’t help but laugh out loud at him.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

The tone of your voice is laced with venom and Sukuna fucking hates it. The eyes that used to stare at you so softly now glare at you as if you’re a murderer, “how so?” he taunts.

“If you liked the necklace so much then why are you returning it? It obviously doesn’t mean shit to you, so throw it away. It’s just a piece of garbage anyway,” you sarcastically argue. You look at the necklace as it hangs from Sukuna’s hand and feel your heart break. At the end of the day, it is just a stupid necklace. One you paid a hefty sum for, sure, but still.

“Actually, give it.”

You snatch the necklace from his hands and spin around to toss it but Sukuna chases after you, “what are you doing?”

Your voice cracks as you answer him, “I might as well throw it out for you. That way you’ll feel less guilty about it, so get out of my face.”

Sukuna tries to take the necklace back, but you dodge him, “I didn’t want to throw it away, I wanted to give it back to you.”

Damn, now you can feel the tears welling up. This whole thing just irritates you even more so you’re prone to cry out of anger and frustration as you argue back.

“Well it’s trash, so I’m dumping it.”

Again, you shove past him. Sukuna is bigger than you in more than many ways, so he easily stops you and steps in front, “what’re you doing?” He tries to reach for the necklace again, “give it back if you don’t want it!”

When he can’t take it from you, he gets frustrated, “give it back, y/n!”

“Why should I?!”

“Because it’s mine!”

You scoff, “not anymore. Did you already forget?”

Your free hand comes to angrily poke at his chest, “are you stupid?” You jab at him again, “is it crack? Is it crack that you smoke?”

Sukuna thinks he might as well at this point. He grabs your wrist and holds it in place, “piss off.”

“You piss off, eyesore.”

Ouuu, he really wants to fucking hit someone or something. Eyesore? Him? You’ve gotta be kidding. All of this is mainly your fault, so how dare you get upset at him. He originally did all of this for you. You’re spiteful and full of jealousy. While he firmly holds your wrist in place, he inhales then exhales to calm himself, “why are you so mad?”

“Shut up,” you softly mutter.

Sukuna stays quiet so the both of you can calm down on your own. With all the shouting earlier, it’s clear as day that neither of your parents are home. He wasn’t completely sure before, but now he is; not that it matters. He sees that you’re still holding the necklace as tight as you can and it’s clear to him that you don’t plan to let go anytime soon.

“You’re jealous of Kaede. Admit it.”

Ugh, you’re so tired of talking in circles now. You look at him with tired eyes, “I am. I’m so greedily jealous, Sukuna.”

Why does a part of him spark up at that? He manages to keep his face the same, “and why is that, hm?”

“I just am.”

This makes Sukuna sigh, a heavy groan escaping his throat, “tell me the truth, be honest with yourself.”

Last time you said you liked him and now you can’t speak up? What the hell is wrong with you?

“What, can’t talk now?” he taunts, “you’re attracted to me, just fucking admit it.”

“I am attracted to you,” you plainly admit, “I’ve always been.”

Great, this is finally getting somewhere. Last time you spoke in circles, saying you didn’t know or this and that. His head dips down, “so why did it take you this long? Why did you wait until now?”

Because of Kaede and Kazuya. Because you don’t know what Kaede is to Sukuna. The tears finally spill out as you speak, “because I’m selfish and greedy.”

Sukuna’s turns to look at you and you do the same thing at the same time. Another tear falls, “because I want you all to myself, even when I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re right,” Sukuna monotonously says, “you don’t deserve me.”

It’s so stupid that your heart continues to shatter but you take advantage of Sukuna’s hold on your wrist loosening to pull your hand back, “I know that you like Kaede, but I just needed to let this out.”

Though it’s a shaky one, you try your best to smile, “let’s pretend like this never happened.”

You’re almost out the door but Sukuna isn’t having it. He takes big steps after you “fuck no, get your ass back here.”

Every memory with you flashes before his eyes and he remembers Satoru’s words. He said you stopped seeing Kazuya, right? Sukuna grabs your forearm, spinning you around and you gasp with the action.

“Sukuna, what’re you– mphh?!”

It happened so fast, the way his left hand reached for the back of your head, the way his right hand that held your forearm pulled you towards him and the way his soft lips clashed against yours while your body slammed against his. The moment you realized what had just happened, you began to pound and punch at his hard chest to no avail. When he finally released you, you backed up to catch your breath.

“What– why did you do that? Why did you kiss me?!”

His gaze softens at you, but his tone is still cold, “why are you acting so shocked? Why do you keep making a fool out of me? Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Your heart aches at the thought of Kaede and what she’ll think of you, and you hate yourself for enjoying the thrilling rush of his kiss.

“I’m not! I was just admitting my jealousy–”

Sukuna cuts you off, “you’re in love with me, y/n.”

He takes another step towards you, “you aren’t jealous in a platonic way. Don’t tell me you’re a toxic lover.”

“I–”

“There’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

No. Why does your heart pound faster when he says this? You glance at him with tearfilled eyes, “then what about Kaede?”

Sukuna hates how your voice quivers. He hates that you keep bringing her up. He raises his hands and wipes your tears away while whispering, “what about her? She’s not you.”

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