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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Daddy issues

After your dad is arrested, you try and beg for his job back. But Rafe Cameron decides another way for you to help your father. And his arrangement is different than you imagine.

Warnings! Daddy kink! Talks of violence! Slight reference to abuse! Choking! Blow job! Rough unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Virginity loss! Dirty talk!

You didnt know if you were more angry or surprised when you got the call from the officer that your dad was arrested and currently in jail for assault. You were finished working your late shift at the restaurant when your phone rang.

You screamed in your car on the way to the station. Your dad was a dead beat. An asshole who didn’t know how to fucking control his temper. Daddy dearest also liked to get loud with you, throw things when he didn’t get his way and one time he slapped you in the face.

You slapped him back and threatened to slash his tires. But the threat was empty considering he needed to work, which you had no idea how he kept his job at the docks while working for Rafe Cameron. It used to be his father Ward until his suicide. You’d met him often while picking your dad up, given you had to share a car.

He was…polite you could say. But he was also scary. He glared at everyone and he was short tempered. You usually heard him snapping or yelling if something wasn’t done right. Your dad complained about how strict he was.

But his status and wealth made everyone obey him and intimidated you. His attractiveness however was on another level. His height made you feel small and his blue eyes cut through people.

You slammed the door at the station and went to the desk. After signing in, you tapped your foot impatiently as an officer came up to you.

“Are you…?”

“My dad is here. He just got arrested.” You ground out. You hated being here. She nodded and looked at paperwork in front of her.

“Are you here to post bail?”

“I’m here to see if there’s any way we can clear this up as a misunderstanding.” You tried to plead but she shook her head.

“Ma’am, he attacked a man at a stoplight. He beat him up to the point he lost one of his teeth.”

You pressed your head against your hand. Jesus Christ it was worse than you thought. “How much is bail?”

She looked again at the paperwork. “Looks like we’re at 6,000 dollars.”

“What? I thought the bail was lower than that!” You shrieked.

“Ma’am. He also had multiple charges. Public intoxication, disturbance and assault. He caused a lot of trouble. I suggest you alert his job tomorrow. But until then, he’s going to spend at least 60 days in jail.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. You couldn’t get a break. And now you’d have to face Rafe Cameron and face the humiliation of your dad being in jail.

You cried on and off the next day as you had to switch your schedule to the evening and make the phone call to your dads manager about his current situation. It was immediate termination and you broke down even harder in your bedroom. You refused to take his phone call, afraid you’d explode on him.

As you got ready for another dreaded work shift, your phone started ringing to a number you didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Your dads in jail, huh?” You immediately froze. It was Rafe’s voice. How did he-well he was capable of finding anything out.

“I-um. Yes. And he can’t work for you anymore. But if you’ll please reconsider. I know he’s a piece of shit but this is the only job he’s lasted out and we desperately need the money. I’m trying to get a car and we have to share one. I know this is probably pointless but I can’t help but try. So please, please take him back.” More tears came and you felt like a total cry baby but you pushed through.

You expected him to laugh but instead silence met you.

You bit your lip hard enough it bled.

“Meet me at my house. I’ll text you the address. I have a proposition for you.”

“Why can’t you tell me over the phone?” Your stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good girl.”

You set the phone down but seconds later his address came through in a text and your breath stopped short. He wanted to see you after work.

Five minutes before closing and after you finished cleaning, the drive to Rafe’s house wasn’t that far and now you knocked on his door. When he answered, you tried not to reveal how much you found him attractive. His hair was in his face and his eyes were glazed as he looked down at you. His fingers twitched and you imagined what he was doing with that hand…

Rafe gestured with his head for you to come in and you followed him inside the massive penthouse. He had everything you imagined. Expensive furniture, floors and lights.

You followed him to the kitchen where he pointed to the bar stool. “Have a seat.” He muttered.

You obeyed and watched as he circled the island in the center of the room. “So. You wanna save your dads job?”

“Yes. I’m willing to do anything-“ You stopped short when a smirk fell on his face.

“Anything?” Rafe challenged. “It looked like you hated him whenever I saw you talk to him.”

“It’s complicated.” You replied and his smirk grew into a cruel smile.

“Looks like someone has daddy issues.” Rafe countered and you crossed your arms.

“I-well when you put it that way-“

“I’m just bringing up what you’re telling me. Your dad beats the shit out of someone. He went to jail-and now you’re doing anything you can to fix it. Tell me if I missed anything.” Rafe’s voice was low and you hated that he was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound pushy. I’m just in a tight spot.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re in a…tight spot.” His meaning was clear and you swallowed.

That was the exchange.

“Look at you. Being a little smart girl and figuring it out. I’m gonna get to the point. You want me to take him back? Bail him out? I get to fuck you. Anywhere. Anytime. And anyplace I want. No condoms. No hidden birth control. No. I wanna see my cum leak out of that desperate pussy.”

Your mouth opened and closed. “I can’t just fuck a stranger. And no birth control? I can’t fucking get pregnant.”

“I’m a selfish whore, baby. And I can afford one. And those are my terms. Either that. Or your dad rots.”

You bit your lip. You weren’t in a position to say no. You needed the money. And Rafe was hot. There were worse guys. Rafe got closer, his big hands reaching to cup the side of your neck.

“Yeah? You want it?”

Slowly, you nodded.

Rafe crooked a finger, signaling you to come closer. You stepped down and approached him gingerly and looked into his gaze. Rafe then latched his hand around your throat. His grip was so strong your feet almost lifted in the air and your eyes widened as he crushed his lips to yours.

His lips devoured you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t experienced. Sure, you’d touched yourself and made out with people.

But actual fucking? You’d never done that. And you knew that was about to change.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” Rafe loosened his hold on your neck and pressed you against the island counter, “need someone to be your daddy?”

Your hands flew to his chest as you brought him impossibly closer, his lips sucked your skin with bruising force. You opened your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He commanded and you listened. Spit gathering on your lips as he kneed your legs apart and lifted you up on the counter.

“Need daddy to help you? Fill you up with my cum?” His dirty words made your cunt twitch as he started toying the end of your skirt. Your thighs dampened as he trailed his thick fingers along your flesh, his fingers grazing the wet patch of your underwear.

You started grinding to give any friction against your arousal as he apparently changed his mind and threw you to the ground by underneath your arms. Rafe gestured to the crotch of his pants. “Consider this your first payment, baby. You ever done this before?”

You shakily remained silent as he huffed an amused laugh.

“Really? A girl who’s such a perv that she’s willing to fuck someone giving her money? Never would have guessed. I guess I’ll be nice and help you.”

Rafe undressed his lower half, his cock leaked with precum and he took your hand. “Swipe it with your thumb, get it all wet.” His massive hand compared to yours was almost comical as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Open your mouth, princess. And remember to breathe through your nose.”

After that, he silenced whatever worries you had by shoving his dick forward. You run your tongue along the thick underside, lessening some of the heavy weight by massaging with your hand. You took the tip through your mouth, shoving down any nerves as you sucked. Rafe bobbed your head up and down as he pushed you further, your head bouncing as your eyes squeezed shut.

“No, no, open your slutty eyes and look at me.” He growled. He leaned over the arch of the space between the counter and where you sank on your knees. The skin of his cock was supple as you continued aiding with your hand. It was hot to the touch.

“Good fucking girl. Maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy.” He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. “Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He wiped a few tears away with his thumb as you listened to him.

You knew he was getting closer as he stopped talking, his breathing heavier as he moved your head. His cum spilled inside your mouth, as he released you and you coughed.

“Not bad for your first time. We’re gonna practice some more.” Rafe smirked as his face was flushed and his fist flexed.

He moved on top of you on the floor, hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties. He spread apart your wet cunt and dipped his middle finger inside your clenching entrance. “You’re such a whore. Never done any of this and you’re already gonna cum. Should have known you’d be daddy’s cum slut.”

Rafe yanked your legs apart, and spit on your pussy. “Not that it needed it, but I’m gonna be a little more kind to you.” You shrieked as he grabbed your jaw.

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.” You quickly answered. “Never-never needed-“

“Good. And you’re not going to. Got it?” Rafe moaned as he pushed his tip in your pussy, “fuck you’re so tight.”

You winced from discomfort but then his knuckles hit your clit, aiding to relieve your tension as he circled them. “Gonna make you mine. Take you away from all that shit.” He grunted as he pushed further.

Rafe let you wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusted.

“Tell daddy you like it.”

“I like it.” You sobbed as he moved harder. “I like it, daddy.”

It was slightly shameful how quickly you came all over him and spilled onto your legs. Rafe also came again and you felt it inside you. He was serious about no protection.

He stayed for a few seconds before getting up. And pulling his pants back on. He extended his hand and pulled you up. You knew you were a sight to be seen, fucked out eyes and messy hair. You just lost your virginity to Rafe Cameron.

You cleared your throat and watched him sweep his eyes over your face. “So. My dad?”

He shrugged. “He’s already out.”

You paled. “What?”

“I posted bail a few minutes before you got here. But as for his job, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I have conditions.”

“But I already said-“

“More than just fucking you, baby girl. I own you now. You are mine and no one gets to even think about fucking you. I will cross any line you make to keep me away. And if you try, I will punish you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You whimpered as he loomed over you.

“And?” He mocked. “You already agreed. You need me. Don’t you?” He cupped your jaw. Tightly but not as harsh.

“Yeah.” You leaned in to his touch. Your defenses are completely down. You needed care. You were always working. Always cleaning up after someone’s mess. And now…he was going to take care of you.

And either make your daddy issues better.

Or worse.

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blueicequeen19 · 3 months

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Reunited

Warnings: none? JJ released from jail, unprotected sexy time, oral

You wanted to be the one to pick him up when he was released but John B insisted. So you’d spent the last few hours cleaning things that didn’t need cleaned, rearranging the living room, and cooking up everything in the fridge. You even changed your outfit four times before you finally realized it wouldn’t be on you long enough for him to notice.

You’d stopped in your tracks the moment you heard the door open, the two of you frozen in place as you looked each other over. He still looked so fucking good. The red cut off that showed his sculpted arms. The jeans that hung low on his waist. The shark tooth necklace around his neck.

JJ was home.

You were across the room and jumped into his arms a moment later, barely letting him completely inside before you engulfed him.

“Baby.” You melt in his warm embrace from the raw emotion in his voice, his face buried in your neck as he holds you tight. So tightly that you can feel the racing of his heart.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You fight off the tears again as you take a second to just breathe him in. He smelled the same but different. He’d put on more muscle and his hair was a little longer. The tang of weed was gone from his clothes but he still smelled like mint and leather.

“I missed you too. More than you know. So fucking much.” You pulled back to look at him, cupping his face gently. He looked.. tired. Defeated. His eyes weren’t sparkling with mischief like they usually did and his mouth wasn’t tipped up in a knowing smirk.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” You felt like reassurance was what he needed right now and he smiled in return, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. The moment your lips met it became anything but gentle. Fire coursed through your veins almost immediately. A throaty groan left his lips and your back was suddenly against the wall, his duffle dropped on the floor so his hands could trace your curves.

Every worry you’d had was replaced with white, hot desire that burned all the way down to your toes. Your sundress was ripped over your head between kisses before you found yourself somehow flat on the kitchen table.

“We have family dinner tonight to welcome you home.” You rasp as he kisses every square inch of your body as he slowly peels your panties off.

“This is what I want to eat.” JJ groans, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he settles in between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue has your body bowing off the table. It had been too long. There’s nothing sweet and savoring about his movements. Your hands quickly find his hair as he threatens to steal your soul through your pussy.

“JJ, please, baby, please. I need you.” You beg, his head squeezed between your thighs.

“I’m right here.” JJ mumbles around the flesh of your leg, leaving marks as he goes.

“JJ—.”

“I’m gonna fuck you in every position I can think of.” You gasp as he shoves your legs open and stands to his full height. It’s impossible not to watch as he peels his shirt off, revealing defined abs and a meatier chest. A total wet dream.

“You’re not leaving my bed until I’m done.” You hear the thud of his boots then his shorts are gone next. His cock is rock hard and weeping as it juts up towards his navel. Your insides pulsed, ready to him inside you.

“You’re going to beg and cry and scream for me, baby.” He leans over you, kissing you deeply as his cock nudges your inner thigh. You suck on his tongue, raking your nails down his back as you taste yourself. Only when you’re trembling and reaching for what you desperately want does he finally pull back. That spark is back in his eyes as he slides his cock up and down your slit, his smirk on full display.

“So cancel the dinner. Because we’re gonna be here awhile.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s inside you with the next breath, his cock touching so deep that your eyes nearly cross. The loud moan that escapes him is music to your ears as he wastes no time rutting into you.

“JJ!” You cry, continuing to chant his name as he fucks you like a man who just went six months without you. There’s no love making. No sweet words or gentle caressing. Just pure need. His hands are rough on your body, pinching and slapping at your breasts as they bounce with every harsh thrust.

“Do you know how many times I jerked off thinking about this pussy?” JJ growls, but you barely hear him over his heavy breathing and the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“How badly I missed the way you squeeze me right before you cum? Or that little sound you make when it’s too much for ya?” His mouth finds your nipples as the band inside your belly threatens to snap.

“The way you like to be fucked like a worthless little slut while I call you a good girl.” His blue eyes find yours, his teeth around your nipple as he rolls his hips, hitting you so deep and perfectly that you can hardly think.

“Baby, please.” You sob, gripping his biceps as he straightens again. His hands have a bruising grip on your thighs as he fucks you slow and lazily.

Suddenly he’s flipping you over, your toes barely touching the floor before he’s entering you from behind. His hand wraps around your throat, pulling you against his chest. His cock was so deep. So thick.

“Oh— God—.”

“Nope. Just me, darlin’.” JJ whispers in your ear, his hips not faltering in his rough movements. You reach back to fist his hair, his lips finding yours in a wet, tongue filled kiss. His hand slides down your front, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

“You feel so goddamn good. Better than I remember. I could live in this pussy.” JJ bites your lip before sucking it into his mouth, fingers thrumming over your slick clit. The need to cum was almost too great. Your clit was pulsing and you could barely catch your breath.

“Make me cum.” You breathed against his mouth, your hand covering his as he teased.

“But I’m not done yet. And if you scream my name then I’ll definitely cum before I’m ready.” You open your mouth to protest but he forces you down on the table, your breasts smashed against the wood as he presses down on the center of your back. He pounds into you ruthlessly, holding you in place as he pounds into you over and over. You open your mouth to scream but he’s suddenly shoving something in your mouth — your panties — as he keeps pace. You cum so hard you see stars, unable to suck in a deep breath as he slams into you harder than before.

“Fuckkkkkk.” JJ lifts one of your legs onto the table, his pace growing sloppy as he quickly finds his own release. Your body trembles, wetness dripping onto the floor as he cums with a loud groan, pumping you full of his seed until you’re weak and unable to hold yourself up anymore.

“You did so good.” You don’t open your eyes when he scoops you into his arms, no doubt heading for the bathroom to clean you up.

“My good fucking girl.” Your back meets the bed and your eyelids flutter as you try to find your bearings. You feel the sticky mess between your thighs as he starts to drip out of you but he doesn’t seem to care as he settles between your thighs.

“Wait, no, I’m so sore, babe.” You try to sit up but he’s there, pushing you back down as he trails kisses up your thighs.

“Better get used to that, pretty girl, because I’m not gonna be done for a while.” His mouth finds your clit, two thick fingers suddenly curling inside your pulsing walls until you’re crying out, trying to twist away from him.

It’s not until he rips multiple orgasms from you as tears stream down your face, tasting you from front to back that you finally realize you’re completely and utterly done for.

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doki-doki-imagines · 4 months

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Power of a hug feat mk1 Johnny Cage, Bi-Han, Kenshi Takahashi author note:as my fave memer said "the wettest and most humid kiss is nothing in comparison to the power of an hug". There are other characters that I have in mind with this prompt so I hope the post will go well lol.

tw: Kenshi part is suggestive.

You are used to being alone, you have been for most of your years, and you are sure Johnny would never describe you as clingy. You give him his space, he gives you yours, nice and comfortable. That’s why when he told you about this expedition that was going to take him a long time and far away, you didn’t budge, just kissed him goodbye and told him to come back in one piece.

Okay, the departure wasn’t so blunt, and maybe there weren’t just kisses and maybe you were sobbing while telling him to be safe because you knew that Johnny wasn’t going out for a movie, but this is the gist of it.

And now you are sitting on Johnny’s armchair, wearing his favorite cover, the one dripping off his perfume, reading, trying to get your mind elsewhere while your heart silently shouts in pain, while your brain screams at it to shut up, because you are strong and even if you haven’t heard him for 2 months you shouldn’t miss him so much, because you are independent and yadda yadda; you miss him so much you’d curl up in a hole and get moldy there.

You sit there, ‘till you recognize a familiar sound, “is that Liu Kang voice?” you think, already standing up. There are other voices outside the house, but soon they all fade when you hear one in particular.

It’s Johnny’s one.

You’d like to stay in, wait for him inside nonchalantly walking towards him to greet your boyfriend as elegantly as you can muster.

Outside is snowing and you are wearing shorts (made of wool, but still shorts) and slippers but your mind simply doesn’t work, heart beating freely, pumping blood with new vigor.

“Johnny!” You open the door, freezing air hitting your body with full force, but you feel nothing.

Your legs run toward your boyfriend before your mind perceives your action. He turns around at your voice, and he is so beautiful your legs almost give up…almost.

“Oh-“ You jump in his arms, knocking him a few steps behind, not noticing all the gifts he had to throw on the ground to take you. You sigh in his arms, his strong arms now enveloping your shivering body “Kitty, are you shivering because you missed me?” He jokingly says,

“Yeah, it’s because I missed you so much.” Your voice breaks, your arms around his neck, legs gripping his waist as tightly as you can.

His hands slid on your thighs, thumbs drawing hearts on your skin, no goose-bumps, he is so warm and you are so full of love that you can’t feel anything else anymore.

Your foreheads kiss, breaths mingling, smiles stuck on both of your faces, warm brown eyes locked into yours.

His friends are long gone, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

He had to leave you there, in a snowstorm in the hands of the enemies, alone. You always have a plan, they always work out that’s why he trusts you so much even if you are a total dumbass.

“Go Bi-Han, don’t worry for me.” Your voice was trembling, you knew that you couldn’t survive and you also knew that he needed to return home alive.

And he follows your order because you are always right and things always go your way. Even when you are against him. Even when you tease him making his ears flush red. You always come up victorius.

Bi-Han stops on his track, snow falling on his shoulders. He can’t breathe. He hates you.

He’d like to sit there and let snow bury him. He can’t, he is Lin Kuei grandmaster whose willpower never waver, and who is headstrong like nobody else. Bi-Han has seen dear ones die in front of his eyes, betray him, this time mustn’t be any different.

Bi-Han feels like crying. You aren’t a fighter, but he wanted to bring you with him because nobody could outsmart you, and your brain was needed for this mission.

What an idiot. He tightens his fists, eyes closed so tight that wrinkles appear at the corners, no punishment would be enough for his mistake, never enough whips, never enough slaps.

He stays there a few more minutes, he couldn’t go back home, not ‘till he won’t be sure tears wouldn’t spill from his eyes.

Then he hears a voice, more like a whine, but it’s something he has heard many times before. Bi-Han starts to run towards the voice, walking much harder with so much snow.

“Told you-“ You are there, sitting on the snow, trembling like a newborn kitty, eyes shining, and with that shit-eating grin of yours “my plans never fail!” He crouches down towards you, he must be going crazy, his index and middle fingers pinch your cheek.

“Ouch! Why did you do that?” You are there, real, talking to him like you didn’t say goodbye to him a few minutes prior. He sits next to you, onyx eyes wide.

“You are alive” He is able to say, voice hoarse as always, mask reducing the sound to a mere whisper.

“Yeah, I would have never let anyone take my life, they have to get in line you know? Since you were the first one to promise me you were going to-“

Bi-Han doesn’t let you finish the phrase, his arms hugging your torso so close and so strongly against his body that he knocks air out of your lungs.

“I was so worried.” His right hand grips the back of your head, holding it in the nook of his neck. His voice trembles and he feels you stilling in his arms. He can feel your warm breath on his neck, your chest rising up and down at each breath you take; you are alive.

He almost lost you.

You free your head from his grip, thin ice on your hair like a veil made by his unrestrained magic, your hands now slowly removing his mask, showing you his trembling lips, you look at his eyes, he knows they are watery, his vision is foggy. Then your delicate fingers grip the collar of his uniform, your lips pressing for the first time against his.

It is a short moment, Bi-Han closes his eyes, and when he opens them your lips aren’t there anymore, but he still feels something warm; your arms reciprocating the hug.

It is suffocating but at the same time makes him feel alive, a warmth that envelops him entirely, that makes his heart run like a wild horse, but that puts his mind at ease; he is safe, you are too in his arms.

He couldn’t ask for more.

“K-Kenshi-“ You gasp, your hips grinding onto his, his tattoed hands running from your chest to your tummy, never resting, never letting you go.

He missed you. Kenshi missed you terribly. It wasn’t just sex, as good as it is, he missed your voice, your hands in his ones, your gentle lips on his cheeks. He missed hearing you talking about your day, about that terrible co-worker. He missed hearing your laughter and your hands massaging his scalp when he felt particularly stressed.

A moan dies in his throat after a delicious roll of your hips. Yeah, he missed this too.

You are close he can feel it and he is not far behind, but there is still something he desperately needs to do.

He lifts up, sitting now, his arms around your waist, hands on your lower back, both guiding your movements and keeping you close to his chest.

“I missed you so much-“ A whimper leaves his mouth, he can feel your lips so close to his, your breath labored, your body so close creates a delicious friction that just makes his mind fog even more.

“Me too, me too-“ You hug him back, your arms tight against his back, nails scratching his back while he helps you both reach completion.

You keep each other close, breaths still heavy, bodies sweaty.

“I missed you so much.” You are the first one to break the silence, Kenshi notices a hint of sadness.

Hint that became something more when the hand caressing your cheek meets a tear. The pang he feels in his heart hurts so much, but he also knows it is deserved.

“Me too honey, me too.” His right hand massages the back of your head, while the other traces heart-shaped patterns on your back.

Kenshi doesn’t let go, now laying on your shared bed, you on top of him. He can’t see your face, but losing sight made him more sensible, noticing every gasp leaving your lips, every twitch of your muscles.

He restrains himself, he can’t cry, but every gasp that leaves your lips is like a stab in his chest, each tear pulling your body closer, your hearts beating in synchronized sorrow.

But Kenshi can’t tell you that next time it will be different. He can’t reassure you that he will be safe.

He keeps you close to his chest ‘till he feels your breath slowing down, now stable. Kenshi keeps caressing your back, feeling his muscles relax, exhaustion washing over him too.

Kenshi soon falls asleep, wishing to still have you in his arms when he’ll regain consciousness the next morning.

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Self-aware au

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, death, poison, possessiveness, obsession, implied manipulation, unhealthy relationship

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from

Entering your world

Returning home one day and finding a character from a game in your supposedly save heaven was definitely not something that was on your “definitely want to experience” list

But here he was, Vil Schoenheit himself… and he was crying the moment he saw your face?

Total confusion. Yeah, I understand.

After him apologizing, his reasoning for crying was being too happy to be in your presence, he explained how he went to sleep and woke up here

Did this remind you of the typical isekai trope? Yes but who were you to complain?

After all, you had a magical model sitting there on your shaggy couch

For the next few days, you expected some other character to pop up or Vil to suddenly undergo a magical girl transformation like they were used so many times in anime but thank goodness that didn’t happen because you weren’t sure if your heart could take any more surprises

Living with Vil was surprisingly relaxing though

It is no secret that Schoenheit is loaded from all his modeling and acting so you expected him to be more or less useless when it was about making himself useful

But would you look at that? He was actually pretty good

So good in fact that you had already dubbed him your househusband and even saved him under that name on your phone after he got his own

Of course, you never said that to him in his face

And for that, I thank you

You see, Vil wouldn’t do this for everyone he met. Oh no. He would probably just throw money at them to pay some sort of rent and then go on with his day

But you were the Overseer! The hecking OVERSEER!!!

When he first saw you, tired eyes and hair that could only be described as being a bird nest looking at him from a long day of work, he could not hold himself back

Tears of joy streamed down his cheek, him thinking that he died and ascended to heaven

Only after you asked him how he got here and offered a place to stay did he finally understand that this wasn’t just some sort of delirium or dream, no he was with you

He nearly started to cry again and his thought process, his head being filled with screams of happiness, must have been a copy of his own fans whenever they saw him

So he took his job as your househusba- *ahem* “roommate” seriously

What he might not even admit to himself was that he didn’t do this just because he thought so highly of you. No. It just meant easy access to your more private areas of your life

Your room was just so nice! Your bed felt like he was laying on clouds and it also smelled like you! Oh, did you save him under “house husband” on your phone? In that moment he squealed

He might even keep some things from you. Nothing too bad. Just a shirt or hoody… maybe he took more than just one

But the Overseer forbid- wait that saying doesn’t work here

But goodness forbid you bring someone into the small bubble of him and you

They don’t even need to do something bad. Vil will just see something that isn’t even there

That one friend of yours? Oh, they threw some disgusting looks in your direction. (They didn’t, he just imagined it)

I would like to remind you that TWST is apparently a place where it’s totally cool to teach teenagers how to make poisons

Yeah, he might not have a lab or certain equipment here but he can work with what he got. Especially since househusbands are always surrounded by chemicals

Suddenly that person is gone. Apparently, they have eaten something wrong but the doctors are just confused about how and why and so much more

The longer he stays the more possessive of your attention he gets

Mention someone and suddenly they also fall sick

And all he did was hand them a homemade meal. People are so picky about what they eat these days…

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Can you do Tanjiro x fem!reader where he accidentally hurts her? Like, he’s asleep and having a nightmare and reader is trying to wake him up and when he wakes up he punches her cause it was a nightmare about demons.

I hope this makes sense😭

Ommmmggg. Tanjiro will be so upset about that! I’m totally doing this, loves! Thank you!

Kamado Tanjiro- Truly Accidental

No… no… no. It was a accident. Tanjiro swears it! He wasn’t trying to put his hands on you! He was just having a truly vivid dream and he felt his body acting on it’s own. It made him swing at literally nothing, despite the fact his visions were merely fantasy

He truly woke up a familiar pained gasp and loud thud. His plum reds widened in shock and horror at the image before him, it tore his heart out and stomped all over it ten times fold. You, on your flat back and holding your cheek

No. He didn’t punch you, did he? Tanjiro is so panicked and concerned, his head screaming at him with such hateful comments, as he tries his best to crawl over to you to try fix the situation, his heart shattering at the way you flinch

He didn’t mean it… he was so sorry

“D-Dokusha… I’m so sorry… I-I… I didn’t mean to do that, I just—” Tanjiro whispered out in a plunge of disbelief and terror at his own subconscious actions. He woke up from such a horrific, hyperrealistic nightmare consisting of him throwing it down with a wave of rabid demons bare-fisted. He couldn’t believe he could take those monsters down without his katana but his fighting spirit and survival instincts kicked in to try defend himself

You, on the other hand, was sleeping peacefully and cuddled up to your lovely fiancé, Tanjiro when you felt his calloused hands grip your kimono a bit tighter, unintentionally stirring you awake as you scanned over his frowning expression and tighter clamped-shut eyes. He was asleep but imagining a not-so-pleasant situation in his unconscious headspace

In intense worry for your fiancé’s health, you begun to shake Tanjiro’s still frame with no response from him for almost a whole minute after whispering out his name repetitively and repetitive requests for him to wake himself up for far too long for your anxiety to handle. You needed to wake him up and comfort him over that obvious nightmare he was experiencing when the second his eyes shot open, his mighty fist swung at your face and flung you over the futon to the nearby wooden-pane floor. Both of you were really fear-struck and shocked at his actions

“Wait. Please, I-I swear I would never hurt you… I-I’m sorry, I love you. Come back…” Tanjiro whispers weakly at your horrified eyes glaring at him, tears welling up in his own glassy eyes as his brain tried its best to process exactly what happened. He couldn’t believe a single ounce of this situation and the fact it actually happened by his own fist. Why did he punch you when you weren’t a demon? How was that dream so realistic that it made him lash out at his beautiful spouse!

You sniffed softly at him, slowly raising up to sit and maintaining eye contact. Tanjiro was using everything he had to keep himself from crying as his guilt and shame piled up to an uncontrollable rate. How could he make it up to you when he was the one who caused you fear and pain? He would never forgive himself for this incident and he was very tempted to sleep in the kitchen or slice his own fingernails as punishment

He should be able to control himself. Hurting somebody important to him like Nezuko or Giyuu is a awful one thing, but hurting the one person he has developed such a powerful romantic love for such as you, it makes him feel like a worthless pile of shit. Rather it was a accident or not, he was ready to take the blame and accept you yelling at him… but you never did

You gently stroked his face to try comfort him, tears rolling over the soft skin of your hand as he went to protest at your kindness. He doesn’t deserve empathy after hurting you, you’re the victim. Why are you acting like he deserves forgiveness? You keep up a soft smile, further highlighting that nasty reddish mark on your cheek where his full-power fist landed and the mark he made caused his heart to stop beating for a second or two. Tanjiro kept his gaze on you, trying to process everything all at once even though, he just couldn’t keep himself composed anymore

“Dokusha… I don’t get it… I-I hurt you… I just punched you when you tried to wake me up… w-why are you—”

“Because I love you too, Kamado Tanjiro”

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.0

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which the guilt of what he did weighs down on anakin, and you begin to realize that you may have rushed into things in regards to your program.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Anakin’s head was spinning and screaming at him to run as far as he could, but his legs felt numb and his body was burning up. “Get away,” he begged again, leaning against the wall for support as he tried to blink away the tears from his eyes.

Liz tried to place her hand on his arm again. “Anakin-”

“Get the fuck away from me,” he yelled and stumbled his way back through the crowd. Sweat had formed on every part of his body as he tried to find his way to the exit. Everything around him looked blurry and every graze of another body against his own had his heart skipping a beat.

What the fuck did he just do?

He was hyperventilating as a hand wrapped around his wrist, and he looked back to find Liz staring up at him. “Anakin, you need to sit down,”

“Don’t touch me,” he pushed her hand away. “You ruined everything. You-” He couldn’t finish the sentence as he felt the bile rush up his throat again. He barely made it to the nearest trash bin before he was emptying his stomach of all the drinks he had consumed.

He had no idea if it was because of how quickly he had sobered up or from the drug itself, but Anakin felt like the definition of death as he moved past the crowd and finally located the door.

Liz was no longer following him as he stumbled his way down the unfamiliar street, his hand feeling around in his pocket for his phone as he did so. The fresh air was helping him breathe a bit better and he no longer felt like he was having a panic attack as he clicked on your contact.

It was two in the morning, so when he was met with your voicemail, he wasn’t all that surprised. Still, to hear your actual sweet voice ask him to leave you a message, he broke down crying right there in the middle of the street.

How could he mistake Liz’s voice for yours? Why couldn’t he feel the difference in the way she was touching him? Kissing him?

How could he do this to you? After everything you’ve done for him, he just did one of the most unforgivable things a guy can do in a relationship.

He hung up before he could leave you a drunk message and was somehow able to make it back to the bus. When he stumbled onto it and headed right for the bathroom, he was disgusted with the sight of himself.

His jacket was half off his shoulders, his white tee was stained in some places with red lipstick, and when he lifted it up he was met with more lipstick marks all over his abs and torso.

Anakin threw his jacket onto the floor and stepped inside the shower, still fully clothed, and let the cold water cool down his overheating body. His shirt and jeans stuck to his skin, and the white material turned see-through from the water, making the lipstick marks on his abs visible through the fabric.

He tore off the shirt and threw it into the corner of the small shower, planning on throwing it out completely afterwards. He braced his forearms against the tiled wall and tried to control his breathing before he had a panic attack.

What had he done?

How did he let things get that bad?

Why did he let it go that far?

Anakin felt sick again as he rubbed at the red marks scattered all over his chest. He scrubbed his skin until it was raw and sore, but even then he still felt disgusted with himself.

Not only was he a total fucking prick to you over the phone, he fucking cheated on you a mere few hours later.

That pill he had must have been the highest dosage since it went right through him. He was sure the drink and a half he had right after didn’t help either, and now he was turning off the shower and stumbling his way back through the bus and practically throwing himself out the door.

He threw up the rest of what was in his stomach into a trashcan near the bus stop, and when he had nothing left in him, he slumped against the side of the bus and let the cold air create goosebumps on his wet skin.

Water dripped from his hair and rolled down his body as he let out uneven breaths. Anakin slid down the bus and landed on the harsh gravel with a thud, and it probably would’ve hurt if he wasn’t running on fear and adrenaline right now.

He knew he must’ve accidentally made a fair bit of noise with his loud entrance and exit from the bus, so he wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the sound of the door opening somewhere off to his left a few seconds later.

He was still crying silently as he heard Vinny call out to him. “Anakin,” he said, surprise evident in his voice as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing out here, man? What’s going on?”

Anakin didn’t say anything as he stared forward. It was still dark and he couldn’t make out any of his surroundings, and he wished he never took that fucking pill, because now he felt worse than he ever did before.

“Anakin,” Vinny called again and walked over to the shaking brunet. When he saw the tears that were rolling down his face and the terrified look in his eyes, he dropped to his knees next to him. “What’s going on, huh? What’s wrong?”

“She…she’ll never-” Anakin couldn’t finish the sentence as he shivered against the bus. Vinny’s eyes narrowed in concern as he pushed the damp hair away from Anakin’s forehead.

“What are you talking about, Anakin?” He asked and got no response. Vinny tightly gripped his friend’s jaw and turned his face so he could look him in the eyes as he said, “Hey. What happened?”

Anakin’s mouth was quivering and his whole body was shaking as he stared up at Vinny. “She’ll never forgive me,” he finally was able to get out. “She’s going to hate me- she already hates me.”

Vinny furrowed his brow, “Who? Y/n?” The name had Anakin squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Listen, man, whatever you did, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. And she definitely doesn’t hate you.”

Anakin gripped Vinny’s arm tightly. “I fucked up, Vin,” he repeated the very words you said to him when you needed him to reassure you all those hours ago. Like he was fucking supposed to.

Vinny’s tired gaze softened. “What do you mean?” He asked, but Anakin just shook his head and let out a strangled sob as he crashed completely from the high. “Okay, okay, Anakin. It’s okay.”

He was sure Vinny could tell that he had taken something, and he knew his bandmate was undoubtedly disappointed, but he still provided him with comfort instead of judgment or anger. It only proved that Anakin was the biggest piece of shit in the world and never deserved you since he couldn’t even give you the comfort you needed without lashing out at you.

“You’re alright,” Vinny mumbled, sitting next to him against the bus and wrapping his arm around Anakin’s cold shoulder, his t-shirt getting damp in the process. He had no idea how long they sat there for, but the love and respect Anakin had for the drummer grew with each passing second.

Anakin always tried to surround himself with good people, like Vinny, Theo, and you. Why couldn’t he just push Liz away the second she started showing an interest in him? His relationship with you wouldn’t be falling apart had he opened his eyes and turned down her advances instead of allowing them just because he missed you.

The thought of losing you after this had him pressing his hand against his heart, and he didn’t remember much after that.

Vinny must’ve hauled him back inside the bus at some point since Anakin woke up in his bunk at nine thirty in the morning. If there was one thing those fucking drugs did, it was allow him to have more than one hour of sleep. He got at least five hours, and that was probably the most he’s gotten in a single night since he started the tour. Since he spent that last night at the hotel with you.

His head was pounding as he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled into the small hallway of the bus. He was still in the jeans he wore to the club last night, and Anakin quickly stripped himself of them and redressed himself in sweats and a black tee before heading towards the bathroom and grabbing the shirt he left in the shower.

The bus hadn’t started moving yet, so Anakin opened the door and threw both his jeans and shirt into the trashcan by the bus stop. He let the door slam shut after that as he sat down at the small table and called you. It rang about five times before he got your voicemail, and he knew you were probably in class right now. He wanted to cry again when you asked him to leave you a message, but he had no right to cry any more than he did last night.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I can’t even tell you how fucking awful I feel about the way I treated you,” he also didn’t really have the right to be leaving you a message right now, but he needed you to know that he wasn’t going to be acting like a prick to you, or to anyone, anymore. Not that it mattered. He had already fucked things up beyond repair. “Please, call me back. I love you so much. I always have and I always will. Please.”

He ended the call and threw his phone onto the table just as Vinny came wandering out from his room. “Hey,” he gave Anakin a cautious look as he opened the mini fridge and took out a water bottle.

Anakin didn’t greet him back, he just leaned further against the chair and looked up at him. “When are we seeing Helena next?” He asked as Vinny raised a brow and placed the water bottle down on the table in front of him.

“Uh, not until later today at the venue,” Vinny answered as he grabbed the small bottle of aspirin from the cupboard above the fridge. “What did you take last night, man? You were completely out of it when I found you outside.”

Anakin shook his head as Vinny set two pills next to the water bottle. “When are we getting to the venue?”

Vinny furrowed his brows as he sat down across from him. “Maybe by one,” he said, taking the cap off the water and sliding it closer. “What happened, Anakin?”

“I need to talk to Hel-”

“Anakin,” Vinny cut him off and his tone left no room for arguing. With a huff, Anakin took the pills and drank half the bottle of water before pushing it aside. “I’m serious, what did you take?”

Anakin avoided eye contact as he ran his finger along your handwriting on his wrist. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “It was my first time taking drugs.”

Vinny’s expression dropped as he rubbed his hands over his face. “Drugs, Anakin? You took drugs?”

Anakin slumped further back in the chair as he shrugged. “I should’ve never gone to that club with her,”

“With who?” Vinny narrowed his eyes. “Liz?”

Anakin cringed at the mention of her name. “I can’t believe I took drugs from her,”

Vinny rubbed at his eyes harshly as he tried to process the information. “You took drugs from Liz at a club?” He asked for confirmation, and when Anakin nodded, Vinny scoffed. “Dude, what the fuck? Are you crazy? Do you know how badly that could’ve ended?”

“It already ended badly,” he muttered and stood up. “I really need to talk to Helena.”

Vinny grabbed Anakin’s wrist before he could get very far. “Wait,” he said and successfully got him to sit back down. “Are you okay? You were a mess when I was finally able to get your ass back inside the bus at nearly four in the morning.”

Guilt filled Anakin’s body as he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Vin,”

“Don’t be sorry, man, just tell me what happened,” Vinny begged. “You said she’d never forgive you…were you talking about Y/n?”

Anakin’s eyes burned again. “I miss her,” he confessed and watched as Vinny’s gaze softened. “I miss her so much. I fucked up last night, Vinny. I….Liz…” He felt like he couldn’t say it, and he wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not that he didn’t need to when he saw realization take over his friend’s face.

“You didn’t,” he could hear the disbelief in Vinny’s voice as he broke eye contact again. “Anakin, you didn’t. You cheated on her? Did you hook up with Liz?”

“No,” Anakin’s face scrunched up in disgust as he thought back to how Liz had kissed all up his body before reaching his mouth. “She…I don’t know, she fucking kissed me.”

“And you let her?”

“I was high!” He weakly defended his drunk mind’s actions. “I took that fucking pill from her and then she gave me all these drinks and I was out of it after that. I didn’t even realize what was happening before she kissed me and then I became sober right after.”

Vinny opened his mouth, but promptly closed it so he didn’t yell. He had to take a few deep breaths before trying again, and Anakin didn’t blame him. “So Liz forced herself on you?”

Anakin nodded and grabbed his phone again. “Yeah, and I should’ve never let her get that close in the first place,”

“No kidding,” Vinny muttered and ran his hand through his hair. “You need to talk to Helena.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Anakin mumbled as he looked at his wallpaper. His heart broke at the sight of your smiling face. How could he ever do this to you? You were his sweet girl, the one who’s been by his side through it all. He fucking hated himself.

“Get to the venue early. Way before soundcheck,” Vinny said. “Tell Helena everything, and I mean everything, Anakin. How Liz has been trying to get with you since the first fucking day, how she invited you out to all these clubs, the drugs, last night, all of it. Alright?”

Anakin just nodded, giving Vinny a guilty look when he reached over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He was sure he scared his poor manager half to death when he walked up to her as she was talking to one of the stage crew members. “You need to fire Liz,” he stated loudly, making her jump and turn to face him.

Helena let out a quiet laugh and placed her hand over her heart. “Anakin,” she greeted him before she processed his words. “What?”

“You need to fire Liz,” he said again, much slower this time.

She furrowed her brows and looked around before taking his wrist in her hand and pulling him to a more private area of the stage. “What are you talking about? What’s going on?” She asked as she crossed her arms.

“Liz, she…” he trailed off as he was hit with flashbacks of last night. “She does drugs.” Was all he was able to get out.

Helena raised a brow and let out a surprised laugh. “Yeah? From the redness in your own eyes, I think you do drugs, too,” she was obviously joking, but he was about to make the situation a lot more real with a single sentence.

“It was just one time,” he weakly said and watched as her face fell.

“Anakin,” she gasped and placed her hand on his forearm. “You’ve been doing drugs?”

“It was just one time!” He said again. “And it was a mistake. Please, Helena, you have to believe me on this, she’s not a good person.”

Helena’s eyes flickered all over his face, and he was sure she could see the desperation in his own. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Okay, what happened?”

“She….she gave me a pill last night and then practically forced alcohol down my throat then she..she pushed my shirt up and got onto her knees,” he tried to think back to every detail of the previous night, but he really didn’t want to. It physically pained him to try to remember the feeling of another woman’s lips all over him when it only should’ve ever been you.

Helena’s eyes widen as she takes in his words. “She…what?”

“She started kissing me then told me to pretend that she was Y/n, and I thought she was. I swear, Helena, I thought she was Y/n, otherwise I would’ve never let her kiss me,” he said desperately and watched as his manager’s face twisted up in disgust.

“She kissed you? Where? On your chest?”

“And on my mouth,”

“What the fuck,” she said loudly and pulled away from him. “Why did you do drugs with her in the first place, Anakin? I literally just called you out on that shit a few days ago.”

“I know,” he rasped. “I know, and I’m sorry. Please, Helena, I feel terrible. My chest hurts so fucking bad, I can’t even look at myself. I hate myself. And Y/n’s going to hate me when she finds out I cheated.”

Helena sighed as she shook her head. “You didn’t cheat, Anakin,”

“Yes, I did. I-”

“No,” she cut him off in a stern voice. “You didn’t, alright? Liz is just a….a sneaky bitch who took advantage of you.”

Anakin’s shoulders dropped as he looked down at her. “Do you actually believe that? Do you believe me? After all the shit I’ve done? All the stunts I’ve pulled?” He asked in disbelief. “You believe me?”

Helena gave him an offended look. “Of course I believe you,” she scoffed, brushing her hair out of her face as she tried to compose herself. “We’re a team, Anakin. You, me, Vinny and Theo. I have your guys’ backs, alright? That’s what I’m being paid for.”

She tried to lighten the mood and Anakin actually cracked a small, barely-there smile.

Helena returned it with worried eyes as she placed both her hands on his biceps. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head as he mumbled, “Y/n will never talk to me again,”

With a sigh, Helena pulls him into a hug. “She will. She has to, okay? You guys have been through too much together,” she tried to assure him, but it wasn’t really helping much. “You just need to tell her the truth.”

Anakin pulled away as he said, “You’re going to fire her, right?”

He was sure she was, but as a conflicted look spread across her face, he knew that was not the case. “She signed a contract, Anakin, and I signed it, too,” she informed him, making him take a few steps back in frustration. “She’s signed onto the tour for another two months, but after that she’s gone.”

“That’s not good enough,” he muttered. “Helena, please.”

She just broke eye contact and stared at the floor.

Anakin stood up straight and squared his shoulders. “Then I’ll quit the tour,”

Helena looked up at him quickly. “You can’t,” she said. “You signed a contract, too.”

“Then I’ll break it,” he said and cut her off before she could say anything, “I don’t care how much I’ll have to pay, I’m not spending another second around her.”

“You won’t just be paying her, Anakin, you’ll be going to court,” she tried to make him see it from her perspective. “It’ll be broadcasted on every platform. Don’t let her do that. Don’t let her ruin your career.”

“She already ruined my relationship,” he said pathetically. “My career might as well be next.”

“Y/n will understand,”

“No, she won’t,” he nearly started crying again. “I’ve been a complete fucking prick to her, for weeks. She’ll never understand, and I don’t blame her.”

Helena wasn’t sure what to say to that since she, too, had been on the receiving end of Anakin’s fits that only started when he began hanging out with Liz. “I’m sorry,” she offered, but he just shook his head. “I swear, I’m going to talk to everyone I can to see if we can get rid of her way sooner. I’m so sorry, Anakin, if I had known she would do something like this, she would’ve never been an option-”

“It’s not your fault, Helena,” he cut her off. “This is all on me.”

She gave him another conflicted look. “I’m going to do everything I can, okay?” Anakin nodded and she smiled up at him, though it was clearly forced. “You just stay away from her. She’s obligated to take your picture while you’re on stage, but that’s it, okay? You just look pretty and I’ll take care of the rest.”

A few hours passed and Anakin still hadn’t been able to reach you. He knew you were still probably pissed at him, and you had every right to be. Still, he missed you more than ever right now, and he just needed to hear your voice.

It was almost time to go onto stage, so he was trying to hype himself up backstage, but it was no use.

Vinny had avoided eye contact with him for a bit before he pushed aside his distaste for what he had done and fell into the role of the supportive best friend he was the night before, something Anakin both understood and appreciated. “Just try to give them a good show, okay?” He suggested as he grabbed his drumsticks. “They deserve it.”

Anakin nodded then instantly made eye contact with the very person he would happily live without seeing ever again for the rest of his life. Liz walked backstage with her camera around her neck and subtle smirk painted on her lips, and Anakin felt sick again.

Vinny could see the sudden change and turned around as well before he realized who Anakin had seen. “Ignore her, okay? Don’t even look at her, just-”

“Hey, boys,” Liz interrupted as she moved to stand beside them. “Ready for another amazing show?”

Anakin’s head spun again as he pictured the way she pushed him up against the wall and pulled his shirt up, and he had to quickly look away as Vinny moved to stand in front of him.

“Yeah, we’re ready to be on that stage and far away from you,” he answered and watched as Liz pouted and tried to look around him and at Anakin. “Don’t talk to him, okay? Stay the fuck away from him, and away from all of us.”

She laughed, “What, you speak for him now?” She asked and looked past him again. “That was a fun night last night, huh, Anakin?”

“Liz-” Vinny tried again but Anakin just moved around him and towered over the brunette.

“From now on, I won’t be talking to you,” he stated, feeling a lot less confident than he sounded. “You can take my picture and you can post it to your stupid fucking Instagram account, but that’s all you’ll be doing for us. Last night was a mistake, as was every single other night I wasted with you. Stay away from me.”

Liz’s smirk faded as a scowl took over her face. “Are you forgetting that I helped you have fun again, Anakin? You were miserable for weeks, and I was there for you-”

“Fuck off,” he said in a calm but somewhat eerie voice, effectively cutting her up.

She scoffed, “Anakin-”

“Fuck off,” Vinny repeated before pulling Anakin away from her and onto the stage, where they were immediately greeted with a multitude of cheers, making Anakin briefly forget that he had made what he knew was the biggest mistake of his life when he took that fucking pill.

“Great work, Mr Baker,” Kenneth said as he flipped through the sheets Evan had given him at the start of class. “While you kind of lost me at the end, it was a really entertaining piece overall. I think you described your event very well.”

Evan smiled over at him before looking at you since you were the next one to receive feedback. You cowered in on yourself as you knew you rushed your piece and knew it was probably the worst thing you had ever handed in for marks in your entire life.

“Miss Y/l/n,” Kenneth trailed off and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly. “I gotta say, this isn’t what I expected from you at this point of the program.”

Evan shifted beside you and you could feel his intense gaze as you leaned back in your chair. You cover your mouth with your hand as your face heated up at all the eyes that had begun looking at you.

“It felt rushed, you didn’t capture my attention right from the beginning like you did with your previous assignments,” he continued and you felt mortified as you opened your eyes again and saw all the surprised looks of your classmates, including Evan. “I expected more from you, Miss Y/l/n.” He finished and you wanted to cry as he moved onto another student.

Evan nudged your arm as Kenneth began giving the girl in front of you her feedback. “What was that?” He asked but you just shook your head and crossed your arms. “Are you okay?”

Now you care? You wanted to ask but didn’t.

Instead you just shrug and give him an obviously fake smile. “Never better,”

You were up and out of that classroom before anyone else as soon as Kenneth dismissed you, and you were halfway down the hall before Evan caught up with you. “Hey,” he called in a soft voice, grabbing your arm and making you turn to face him. “What was that in there? What happened to your piece?”

You shrugged again as you hug your notebook to your chest, “I rushed it,”

“Why?” He asked and didn’t bother hiding the surprise in his voice. “You’re usually the best writer in the class-”

“Yeah, that’s why I asked Kenneth why he was favoring me,” you cut him off and watched as shock took over his face.

“You what?”

You pull away from him in embarrassment. “I called him out for having a soft spot for me, like you told me he did,” you say. “Well, turns out he has a wife who is a musician and wanted me to feel as important as my boyfriend is to millions of people and wanted to make sure I know that I’m an equal in my relationship. He wasn’t favoring me at all, he had just lived through what I am currently.”

Evan’s expression dropped as he ran a hand down his face. “Y/n-”

“It’s alright,” you cut him off. “I should’ve never opened my mouth in the first place.”

“I’m so sorry, I just thought…” he didn’t finish that sentence as he gave you a guilty look. “I’m so sorry.”

You just shake your head. “It’s not your fault,”

“No, it is. I made you think that he was going easy on you, but I misread that whole thing,” he stepped towards you. “I just…I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything as you stare down at the floor.

After your call with Anakin, you cried for a long time before writing the worst piece of your life and printing it out before you could scrap it. You handed it in, knowing how bad it was since you couldn’t focus at all after you accused your instructor of treating you differently than the rest of the class.

You were still so embarrassed and were so close to getting on the next flight back to California and forgetting all about this program. You missed your apartment and Anakin more than words could describe, though you tried to in that awful excuse of a piece you submitted today.

“Let me make it up to you,” Evan practically begged and you gave him a small smile while shaking your head.

“There’s nothing to make up,” you wave him off. “You didn’t force me to talk to Kenneth, I did that on my own.”

“After I ignored you for the whole weekend and gave you false information,” he pointed out. “Let’s do something. Maybe get your mind off it?”

That sounded really good right now, but you wanted to be alone. You never wanted to show your face around this campus again, and you wanted to cry as you met Evan’s desperate eyes.

You were about to ignore your own wants and agree, but your phone going off had you stepping away from him. “It’s Anakin,” you tell Evan, watching as he nodded. “I’ve been ignoring his calls since Monday. I should probably talk to him.”

It was true. Anakin had been calling you since early yesterday morning, with the first call coming in at two AM, that one you accidentally missed since you were sleeping off your embarrassment, but the other ones you have purposely ignored since you were still upset with him.

It was Wednesday afternoon now, and while you weren’t ready to talk to him yet, you knew you were just making things worse by not answering him.

“Sure,” Evan said and gave you a sad smile. “I’m really sorry again, Y/n. I really am.”

You wave him off again and turn around, bringing your phone up to your ear as you leave the building and step out onto the campus grounds. “Hi,” you mumble as you head in the direction of your dorm.

“Y/n,” he sounded breathless and you felt your brows furrow in concern. “Hi. I’m so happy you answered.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you trail off. “I was purposely ignoring you.”

He laughed and the sound had a smile forming on your lips despite your efforts of fighting it off. “I don’t blame you,” he said. “I’m such a bad boyfriend. I can’t believe how awful I’ve been to you, I’m so sorry about everything.”

His words were a bit surprising since you had gotten a bit used to his short temper and harshness over the last couple of weeks. While you knew Anakin was nowhere near being a bad guy, he had changed a lot since you’ve been away from him, and his responses and attitude have definitely shifted, and you had unfortunately been on the receiving end of most of his outbursts.

Still, you were so in love with him, you just put up with it, something that had caused you to burn out rapidly and ultimately resulted in you going off on him during the last phone call. “Oh,” you say in surprise as you take your key out of your jacket’s pocket. “Um, it’s fine, Ani.”

It wasn’t, but you didn’t feel like arguing with him about it anymore. You were so worn out, you just wanted to quit everything and go back home. Your real home, not your dorm.

Anakin seemed to know that it wasn’t fine, too, since he said, “No, it’s not. It’s not fine at all, baby, and I know it’s not. You know it’s not, so please don’t say that it is,”

You furrow your brows as you toss your keys onto your desk and drop your bag onto the floor once you enter your room.

Something must have happened for him to have done a whole one eighty. You assumed Vinny or maybe even Helena snapped at him since he was acting completely different now than he had been for weeks before this. He was acting like he did way before, back when the tour just started, and your heart began beating a bit quicker at the thought of him going back to how he used to be before he let his stress take over.

“It’s not fine,” you hesitantly agree, still afraid to set him off like you somehow did last time. “But I understand, Anakin, you’re stressed-”

“That’s not an excuse,” he cut you off and you promptly shut up since he was clearly in a mood to set things straight and attempt to make it right with you. “There are no excuses, and I love you for doing it, but I need you to stop trying to find them for me. I was so out of line, and I had no right to treat you like you were just there to help me write songs and inspire me as if that was all you are to me. You’re everything, Y/n, and I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

You sit down on your bed and chew on your lip as you take in his words. Something pretty serious had to have happened for him to feel the need to remind you of all the things you already were sure of, and you were a bit nervous about what he could’ve possibly done to come to this conclusion.

Maybe he pissed Vinny off one too many times. Or maybe he hadn’t been as sensitive with Theo as he should’ve been. Helena growing sick of his attitude was a possibility, too.

“You’re everything to me, too, Ani,” you say and bring your knees up to your chest. “You know that. A few fights over the phone doesn’t change that.”

“I know,” he replied. “I know it doesn’t, baby, I just need you to know that I’m sorry. And that I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“I love you, too, Anakin,” you say back and lean against your pillow. “What brought this on? Did Vin get to you?”

There was a long pause and you were beginning to regret asking since whatever happened seemed to be still pretty fresh in his mind, but then he finally rasped, “I just miss you so much, princess,”

You could tell he was holding back, but you refused to push him on it as he was in a very fragile state right now from what you could tell. You look around your empty dorm room before your gaze settles onto the calendar you hung on the wall above your desk. “Where are you playing this weekend? What location?”

There was a brief pause and you assumed he was checking or asking one of the guys as you waited for his answer. “We’ll be in France by Friday. We have a few shows in Paris,”

He was so quiet with his responses, you felt your heart pull a bit at whatever it was that happened after your call. “Maybe I can meet you there?” You offer and really hoped he said yes since you wanted to get the fuck out of London after the last few days you’ve had. “I miss you, too, Ani, so much. I need to get away from this dorm and that fucking class before I embarrass myself even further.”

“What are you talking about? You said things were going great,”

“Yeah, they were before I acted like an idiot in front of my instructor then handed in the most pathetic excuse of an assignment in history,” you tried to lighten the mood, but you weren’t sure how effective your attempt was since it had him letting out a sigh.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” he apologized again. “I should’ve listened to you when you called me crying a few days ago. It broke my heart to hear you so upset and know there was nothing I could do to help.”

You shake your head, knowing he can’t see you. “I just needed you, Ani,” you say quietly. “Like I always will.”

“I’ll always need you, too, princess. Always,” he said back, making you smile as you looked away from the calendar that had all your class times on it. “I’ll buy the plane ticket, or train ticket, or whatever it is you’ll use to meet me in Paris. I can’t wait to see you, pretty girl. I miss you so fucking much.”

You wear a dumb grin as you lay back on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. “I can’t wait to see you, Ani,”

He went quiet again for a few seconds before asking, “Did you decide on whether or not you’re dropping out?”

“Oh, you caught that, huh?” You teased, surprised he was actually paying attention to what you were saying when you yelled at him the other night. You think it over for a bit before asking a question of your own, “Would you be disappointed if I did drop out?”

“Of course not,” came his immediate reply and you felt your shoulders drop in relief. “You were so excited about this program, but if it’s not what you expected or if you’re not happy with it then do what does make you happy. There are other courses you can try, too, and if you decide you want to do something completely different then I’ll be your biggest supporter for that, too.”

You blushed a bit and secretly loved that he was still able to make you do that even though he wasn’t even with you. Knowing he had your back no matter what you end up deciding to do made you feel better than you had in weeks, and you realized just how much you missed talking to him like this. “This was a good call, Ani,” you observe instead of continuing the conversation of your possible decision to drop out.

“It was,” he agreed then quickly added, “And I promise there won’t be any more bad ones if I can help it. I love you so much, Y/n, forever.”

Your whole body released butterflies as you returned his promise, “I love you, too, Anakin. Forever,”

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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.”

#shuri udaku #letitia wright #shuri x y/n #shuri fic #riri williams #one shot #smut #fluff #lesbian #sapphic #prettymrswright

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A FRESH START [19]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: violence, blood, injuries, mild non descriptive torture, indirect homicide(?), but also fluff. mixed in with all that.

Word Count: 5,514

Updates every Thursday

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

#19: MY BOYS NEEDED ME

"i will hurt you for this. i don't know how yet, but give me time. a day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."

-George RR Martin (A Clash of Kings)

Grogu was an overall well behaved kid in the grand scheme of things. Was he mischievous? Yes. A menace to any local wildlife? Absolutely. However, he was always very good about listening to Din. Well, mostly. That being said, Grogu was still a young kid mentally, and he was not immune to having complete and total toddler sized meltdowns when he felt slighted. The biggest temper tantrum Din had been witness to was ages ago when a sleep deprived Grogu lost his snack while Din was running on a hunt, and they had left the planet before Din could replace the cookies.

Today beat that in a landslide.

“Ma! Ma! Ma!” Grogu beat his silver ball against the glass repeatedly with each cry for you. The first twenty minutes of the flight had just been the child screeching in frustration, and had dissolved to this tactic when Grogu was too tired to cry. “Ma! Ma! Ma⏤”

“Grogu, stop.” Din called back.

“No! Ma!”

“Ad’ika, please⏤”

“No! Ma!” Grogu began to rapidly slap the metal ball against the glass. “Buir, digur Ma!”

“I didn’t forget her, ad’ika.” Din sighed and tried to calm him for the hundredth time. “She had to stay behind. She’ll be there when we get⏤”

Grogu swapped back to screaming angrily. Din huffed and leaned forward to activate a holocall. The child paused in his tantrum when he saw the screen pop up and began to crawl down from his perch in the droid’s seat. The call was answered and your pretty features filled his screen. Despite his frustration of having to hear his child howl and beat glass for the last half hour, his lips spread into a broad smile at the sight of you.

You grinned. “Do you miss me already, Djarin?”

“Yes.” Din blurted. Grogu crawled out onto Din’s lap and began to cry in blubbering sobs while holding his arms up as if you’d be able to scoop him up through the screen. Your eyes widened, and Din wrapped an arm around his son and rubbed his back soothingly. “He didn’t realize we were saying bye to you on the tarmac. He’s been throwing a tantrum since we left.”

“Ma!” Grogu hiccuped in his sobs.

Din watched your own lip quiver as you shook your head. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. It’s okay.”

He leaned back in his seat and watched in admiration as you remotely calmed the kid down. It looked like you were in the clinic right now based on the white coat you wore, and things must not have been too busy since you didn’t seem in a rush. Din stayed silent for the next fifteen minutes, scratching Grogu’s back, while you spoke to him and sang him songs. Eventually, Grogu fell asleep⏤ exhausted from his tantrum.

“Thank you.” Din sighed. “He was miserable.”

“I feel so terrible.” You set your hands on your cheeks with a frown. “I didn’t realize he didn’t know. I just assumed⏤”

“Not your fault.” Din replied. “I think we all just assumed, and he assumed you’d be coming along.”

“I didn’t think…” The words left your lips in a breath and the way you bit them back made him think you hadn’t meant to let them slip at all. “Never mind.”

Din shook his head, adjusting Grogu so his head could rest on his shoulder more comfortably, and connected the dots. “Of course he’d be upset to part from you. You’re important to him. He loves you.” Like I do, the thought drifted through his mind involuntarily but not unwelcome. Din chuckled, “You’re Ma.”

“I know. I love him too.” You mumbled and something about hearing you declare your love for his son so blatantly and without pause stroked the domestic part of him making him preen in pride. “But, he was so excited to fly again and the two of you used to do this all the time without me…”

Din wondered if you truly didn’t know how important you had come to be to him and Grogu or if an anxiety of some kind kept you from fully accepting it. Din didn’t mind reminding you every single day if he had to. He’d take on that job happily. He hummed. “Before, you didn’t exist in our lives. You changed everything when you came, ner kar’ta.”

He saw your lips twitch up into a soft smile and he let out a comfortable sigh. You shook your head. “You’re more of a sweet talker than I ever would’ve guessed, Din Djarin.” Din chuckled. Your eyes left the screen momentarily and you pushed out an annoyed grumble. “I have four patients waiting for me. There was a small collision on the tarmac after you left. Nothing too serious, but⏤”

“I didn’t know you were busy.” Din stiffened. You had been on the call with him for nearing twenty minutes now. “I didn’t mean to drag you from work. You could’ve told me⏤”

“Relax.” You replied soothingly. The smile you wore took a mischievous edge and you winked at him. “My boys needed me.” It was embarrassing the way Din’s heart pounded in his chest like he was a small child experiencing attention from his school yard crush. The stupid, silly grin he had to have been wearing was at least hidden from view. “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Have a good day, ner kar’ta.”

“Stay safe.”

Din ended the call and slumped back in his seat while rubbing Grogu’s back. Every other breath or so his small body would be racked with a shuddering sigh from all the sobbing he had gone through. Din blamed himself for this meltdown. He should’ve realized the toll this would have taken on his son. Grogu was young for his kind, but he had already seen so much loss in his life.

“Ni ceta, ad’ika.” Din murmured softly.

Three days had passed since Din had left with Grogu. The worst part of it, other than just missing them as badly as you did, was living in that house alone. That’s what it felt like with them gone. Just a house, not a home. It was bad enough that you nearly caved and asked to stay with Nima for the time being. You hated getting back from work and not hearing Grogu giggle mischievously while you made dinner or hearing Din murmuring a lullaby to get the boy to sleep. It was painfully quiet and empty. Considering Nima was already worried about you though, you didn’t ask to stay with her. Instead, you had settled on sleeping in Din’s room. At least there, nestled in his sheets with his smell enveloping you, you found some mild relief. You had even dragged Grogu’s stuffed blue frog to rest with you. It was pathetic, you knew, and you were embarrassed to even mention it to Din during your calls with him.

For that reason, work had become your favorite time of day. Luckily, you had actually been a bit more busy lately than usual. Well, lucky for you. Not so lucky for the poor souls wandering in with injuries.

“I kind of thought you’d be using a cautery.” Your newest patient of the day, a man who worked with the local fire department, chuckled. He was younger than you by a few years if you had to guess. The man, named Hale, was good looking, you couldn’t deny it, but his messy, slightly curled brown hair only made your heart ache as you thought of Din. “Figured I’d end up with a gnarly scar.”

“Nope.” You chirped and continued suturing the gash across his abdomen. It wasn’t too deep, he didn’t lose enough blood to require replacement, but it definitely needed attention. “You still might scar, but it won’t be very impressive I don’t think.”

“Shame. I was hoping it’d make me look a little bit cooler. Women like guys with some macho scars, right?”

Your mind drifted to Din’s skin. The various scars that littered his torso and arms. A sigh left your lips, “Yeah. I guess we do.”

Hale nodded once. He shifted in pain, wincing, and you reassured him that you were nearly done. Just a few more stitches. He cleared his throat. “So, is there trouble brewing that we should know about at the fire department?”

“Hmm?”

“Well,” Hale titled his head across the room, “The entire security force of Nevarro is in the clinic with Peli’s best mechanic and our only doctor. Sounds like trouble.”

His words made you glance over your shoulder to see Vanth and Mayfeld arguing over maker knows what while Nima texted away on her communicator. You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. “No. No trouble. Apparently there’s just nothing better to do in this city than annoy me.”

Hale chuckled at your reply. A lot of people seemed to linger around you as if you were a ticking time bomb. These three were the worst of them. When you asked Din about it, he said he asked a few people to just keep a close eye on you. By a 'few people' he must mean all of Nevarro. You finished your work and bandaged over the sutures before helping him sit up. Hale pulled his shirt back on then cleared his throat while you began to clean up your supplies.

“So, uh, hey,” He gave you a nervous smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get a⏤”

“Whoa!” Nima cut in before the poor guy could even finish his sentence. Despite having been clear across the room, she was suddenly at your side and fully attentive. You resisted the urge to palm your face in exhaustion. Nima pointed in his face as if her next words were a threat. “Don’t you know nothing? She’s taken, big boy. She’s dating the marshal!”

The patient’s eyes glanced over at Vanth who had paused in his argument at Nima’s outburst. Him and Mayfeld were only a few steps away. Hale raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t he a little old to be dating her?”

Vanth’s eyes widened and he stormed over while Mayfeld howled in laughter. Vanth threw his arm around your shoulder then motioned to his face. “I am not too old to be dating her, kid.”

“We’re not dating!” You threw your hands up in disbelief.

“Not because I’m too old though.” Vanth argued.

“Calm down, grandpa.” Mayfeld snickered. “You’re gonna stroke out.”

“I’m not old.” Vanth argued once more and you caved and allowed your face to fall into your hands.

Mayfeld smirked. “Your gray hair says otherwise.”

“At least, I have hair.”

“Hey!” Mayfeld’s laughs turned to outrage. “I’m not bald. This is a shaved look, is all.”

“Out!” You snapped and pointed to the door. All three of your guests shuffled to the door and you shot Hale, still sitting on the cot with wide and confused eyes, a sympathetic smile. “Give me one moment, and I’ll be back.” He nodded and you turned on your heel. Vanth, Mayfeld, and now Nima had picked up the argument out in the hall, but when you stepped out with your hands on your hips they all grew quiet. At least they had the decency to look ashamed. “What the kriff is going on?”

Nima shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“What do I⏤” You motioned to her. “I cleared you for light work in the garage, and yet you’re here hovering over my every step. And, you two,” You pointed at Vanth and Mayfeld who flinched at the end of your finger, “You two have an entire city to protect. Why the hell are you in my clinic?”

All three of them mumbled out an apologetic answer while not meeting your eyes. Nima crossed her arms and shot you a sheepish smile finally. “We just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Keep you company!”

“And make sure no one makes a move on the marshal’s girl.” Mayfeld winked at you. Vanth added a grin at his words and offered you a cheerful thumbs up. Of course this would be the one thing these two agree on.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Get out of my clinic so I can get back to work.”

“You’re just gonna go back in there? He was flirting with you!” Nima argued.

“Yeah, and I think I’m gonna go in there and say yes to getting a drink.” You said and their eyes widened. You followed it up with a mocking grin. “Then, when Mando gets back and asks why I’m dating a random man from the fire department I’ll tell him it’s because you three pushed me to insanity.” Vanth winced, Nima shifted awkwardly, and Mayfeld grimaced. “How’s that?”

Mayfeld cleared his throat. “Would really love it if you didn’t do that. I don’t want Mando to try and kill me. Again.”

“Out.” You replied. The three of them rushed away and you rolled your eyes in response. It was sweet of them to care, but their lingering presence was going to drive you up a kriffing wall. You hurried back to the main room and shot Ren another apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about them. They mean well.”

He chuckled. “It’s alright. So, if not the cowboy, then the other Marshal? The Mandalorian. You’re dating him?”

“I…” You shrugged. “It’s⏤ Not officially.”

“Alright,” Hale nodded, “That means I have a chance then? Maybe?”

Thoughts of Din rolled over you in waves, as if your body was trying to remind you of who you had⏤ as if you even needed a reminder. You could hear his voice in the back of your head murmuring soft words of care. The promise that when he returned he’d be making you his in every sense of the word ringing clear. You smiled at the thought and shook your head. “No. I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. I figured I had to try.” Hale shrugged and slid off the cot.

You instructed him on care for his injury and when to be back for you to remove the sutures. Aalya came in after he left and began to ask you questions about supplies and an injury somebody was calling the clinic about to see if they needed to come in. You found it hard to focus. Maker, you hoped they’d be back soon.

The city Daelar had run to was in a rural region of an already rural Outer Rim world named Thyreps. Din had never been here before, barely even heard of it, and from the looks he didn’t plan on making a return trip here⏤ ever. It was a dry, barren place. Hot as Tatooine, but cracked, dead ground versus rolling hills of sand. The city was moderate in size, it must have been the main population on this desolate word, but it was still small enough that if he parked the N1 on the local tarmac he’d be noticed. Din didn’t want to give Daelar the chance to run. He had places to be after all. Din wasn’t looking to drag this trip out any longer than he needed.

So, Din parked the N1 out in the middle of nowhere and hiked into the city. There was an inn on the outskirts where he rented a room. It was times like this he missed the Razor Crest. More than usual, he should say. He was laying on the bed, helmet off, and while Grogu slept in his sealed pram in the corner of the room. Daelar liked to go from his workplace to a brothel. Din planned on catching the man on his way home. Which left him with hours to kill.

Din sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and weighed the pros and cons of calling you. It was late. You were probably getting ready for bed if you weren’t sleeping already. He only hesitated a moment before grabbing his helmet. Worse case scenario, you didn't answer. Best case scenario, he got to see you and hear your voice. Two things he was missing immensely.

He made the video call and it rang for longer than usual. Din was a second away from disconnecting when your line activated. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim view he had of you. From the looks of it, the holo call was being projected from your communicator which was sitting on the night stand beside the bed. The only light in the room coming from the glow the holocall gave off.

“Din?” You mumbled. Your eyes still heavy with sleep. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, ner kar’ta. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up.” Din tried to soak in as much of your features as he could. Maker, you were gorgeous. His mind couldn’t help but drift off and think of a future where he’d get to lay next to you in bed. A future where all he’d have to do is reach out and you’d be there. “Go back to sleep.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m awake. Don’t go.”

Din chuckled, but he could tell you were coming to a bit more. Your eyes growing more focused on him. He watched you sit up enough to readjust your pillow before laying back down. Din’s eyes narrowed at the color of the sheets cocooning you. “Are you… Are you in my bed?”

Your eyes widened, truly awake now, and mumbled, “Uh… yes? I’ve been sleeping in your bed since you left. Sorry.”

“Don’t⏤” Din began, his voice firm. The thought of you simply sleeping in his bed should not be as arousing as it was, but his thoughts were running wild and the crotch of his flight suit’s pants were growing tight. “Don’t apologize.” He breathed out. “There is literally nothing you could say that I would like more, ner kar’ta.”

“Hmm.” Your lips curled into a grin. “I don’t know about that. I think there are a few other things I could say that you’d like. Want an example?” Din couldn’t find his voice, and you took that as the only approval you needed. “I’m wearing one of your shirts to sleep in. Just your shirt.”

Din let out an audible groan. His head fell back, lighting clanking against the headboard he was sitting up against, and his hand shifted down to readjust himself⏤ it didn’t help. Meanwhile, you were quietly laughing and the sound had him smiling under his helmet despite the sexual frustration grabbing hold of him.

“You’re trouble.” He shook his head.

“The sooner you get back, the sooner you can punish me for it.”

“Dank farrik.” Din groaned. One hand fisting the bed sheet to keep from touching himself. He blew out a ragged breath of air. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Of course, I am.” You chuckled. “I have to tempt you into coming back as fast as possible.”

“There is nothing you have to do in order to tempt me.” Din scoffed. “Just knowing you’re waiting for me in Nevarro is enough.”

“Sweet talker.” You teased. “How far are you from Mandalore? I see you stopped somewhere.” The question was a splash of ice water because he technically hadn’t explained the whole Daelar side mission to you yet. Obviously, you needed to know. For the length that he had known you though, you only knew him as the Marshal. Sure, you were aware of his past as a bounty hunter, but you hadn’t been directly exposed to that side of him yet. If there was anything that could scare you away⏤ it’d be that. “Din?”

“To be honest,” Din hesitated only for a moment, “I’m on Thyreps.”

“I’ve never even heard of that world.” Your brow furrowed.

Din nodded. “It’s pretty remote.” He knew what your next question would be and continued without you speaking up. “Daelar is here.” Your eyes widened and he watched as you slowly sat up. Revealing more of the shirt you had on⏤ his shirt. “Karga and I tracked him down. I’m planning to... make things right.” Din paused. His jaw locked and he had to force himself to relax. “Is… Is that alright?”

You stayed quiet for a moment and Din could feel his nerves fraying by the second. Finally, you nodded and there was a fire in your eyes. “Good. Make him pay.”

It was the most bloodthirsty thing he had ever heard you say, and Din felt a chill run down his spine. The start of this conversation may have dampened his mood briefly, but he was even hotter under the collar now. Maker, he wished he could touch you. The temptation to touch himself while on call with you was overwhelming. The only thing halting him being the thought that the first time he’d come undone in your actual presence he didn’t just want your eyes on him⏤ Din wanted your hands on him. He wanted you close enough that he could actually feel your skin. He’s made it this long, he supposed.

“You should get back to sleep.” Din said. It was true. You had work in the morning, and he had work in just a few hours. Your eyes softened as you mumbled for him to be careful and Din sighed before ending the call. First things first, he needed an ice cold shower. Then, skira.

The sun was only just beginning to rise when Din spotted Daelar leaving the brothel. Stumbling out, more specifically. Din leaned against a wall across the street and just watched for a moment. Just the sight of the man made his skin bristle in anger. His hands balled into fists. As Daelar began to wander down the street, Din crossed the street and followed after him slowly. The side of him that enjoyed the thrill of a hunt was disappointed. This was much too easy. It wanted a challenge. However, the other side of him reminded Din that the sooner he got this done the sooner him and Grogu got home to you.

“Him.” Grogu huffed from the pram floating beside him “Him, don’t like.”

“Don’t like him.” Din corrected the order of his son’s words. “Good job, ad’ika.” Daelar turned a corner into an alley and Din sighed. Too easy. “Close your pram.”

Grogu grumbled a few words before hitting the front of the pram and letting the metal walls close over him. Din rounded the corner after the man, but came to a halt when he was greeted by three blasters. Daeler a step behind the ones holding the blasters wearing a smug grin.

“Hey, Marshal.” Daelar chuckled. “Funny seeing you in these parts.”

Din locked his jaw in irritation and shifted so Grogu’s pram hid behind him. Of the three people holding the weapons, there were two men, one human the other Rodian, and the third was a human woman. Din strategized in his head, studying the scene, and it suddenly dawned on him. He recognized that woman. Why did he recognize her? Her dark hair was tied up messily and there was an amused chaos in her blue eyes⏤ like she enjoyed that her day was starting with violence. It hit him then. Ari. The last time he had been dropping her off in Jakku. Why anyone would want to go to Jakku, Din didn’t know.

She had been a quarry initially, but the price she was willing to pay him to forgo the bounty and help her out could not be refused. Ari had given him an ingot of beskar. Karga liked to joke that Din had a bad habit of accidentally making allies across the galaxy, something he thought was far-fetched, but this was damning evidence. Helpful though.

He set his hands on his hips and tilted his head. “I see you’re still trouble.”

Ari’s eyes narrowed briefly before snapping open in shock. She lowered her blaster with a laugh and bright grin. “Mando! How the hell are ya?” Din could swear that Daelar’s face lost all color. “Dank farrik, man. Last time I saw you, your armor was shades of red, brown, and broken. Look at you now. Shiny.” Daelar, obviously able to see he was losing his ally, turned and began to sprint away. Ari snapped her fingers. “No.”

At the single, simple word, both men turned and ran after Daelar. Din hummed, mildly impressed. The woman drifted closer, holstering her blister, and pointed at him. “What’re you doing out in my corner of the galaxy? Please don’t tell me I’m on another puck.”

“Knowing you, you probably are, but I’m not here for you.”

Ari thumbed over her shoulder just as her guys dragged Daelar back kicking and screaming. “You after that guy? He’s got a bounty on him?”

“Yes, but I don’t plan on turning him in.” Din replied. His jaw locked again. He glared at Daelar and the way the man’s poor attempts to escape became more frenzied it was clear Din’s rage was understood. Helmet or not. “It’s personal.”

Ari let out a low whistle and glanced back at the man. “Shit. I knew he was dumb, but I didn’t know he was ‘piss off a Mandalorian’ dumb.”

“You’re supposed to protect me!” Daelar screamed at her. “It’s in my contract!”

Din snorted. “You hired him? You should know he’s a medical fraud⏤”

“I am not! I was the best in my field, I’ll have you know!” Daelar howled.

Ari nodded. “Oh, yeah. I know. He’s a fucking idiot.” The man stopped in his temper tantrum to stare at her with wide eyes. She shook her head at him. “Why else would I have you working in my rival’s clinic, you dumbass? I’m hoping you accidentally kill some of his crew.” Ari glanced back at Din and waved her hand at him. “I’m in the middle of a terf war. It’s a whole thing. Would take a while to explain.”

“Yeah. I don’t care.” Din replied.

“So?” Ari clapped her hands. “What do you want him for? He insult ‘The Way’?”

Din shook his head. “He tried to kill my son.”

Ari’s eyes widened in surprise then hardened into irritation. Daelar cried out. “Liar! He was fine when I left! Your wife is a dramatic bitch. She has no idea what she's talking about!” Din didn’t realize his anger could possibly worsen, but somehow it did. Daelar was digging himself deeper into a grave and Din was eager to bury him. “It was a little viral illness, the common cold⏤”

“He spiked a fever. You left him for dead. You left her to deal with it.” Din growled. That night could have ended so tragically. He nearly lost Grogu. Din hadn’t even been there as it happened. Grogu could have slipped away, gone from him forever, and Din would’ve been miles away⏤ useless to him. That loss would have destroyed him. It would have destroyed you. Din can still clearly remember the tremble in your body as you cried that night. The fear so overwhelming, wafting off you in waves, that it nearly drown him just from being near.

“I⏤I didn’t know!” Daelar tried to excuse himself.

Ari drew her blaster again and pointed it at Daelar’s face. “Want me to kill him then?”

Daelar was sobbing now, pleading, and Din shook his head. “No. He’s mine.”

“Fair.” Ari holstered her blaster again then nodded. “Mandalorian’s gonna take him to go.” The men shoved Daelar to the ground, he thrashed against them uselessly, and Din watched one of Ari’s men pull out a pair of binders. Ari drifted closer once more and crossed her arms. “Look at us. I got a crew, and you got a wife and kid. Aw.”

“She’s not actually my wife.” Din admitted.

Ari smirked. “Yeah, but I hear the word you’re leaving off that sentence, Mando. ‘Yet’, huh?”

Din grinned under his helmet and chuckled. “What are you doing out here? Jakku then Thyreps? What’s your obsession with deserted and dirty worlds?”

“I got my reasons.” Ari winked. The men dragged Daelar over and Ari nodded. “Anything else I can do for you? This is the favor I owe you so you might as well make it count.”

“Can you watch my kid?”

“Huh??”

Din stepped to the side and the pram popped open as if on cue. Grogu babbling and upset that he had been in the pram for so long. Ari cooed, “Aw. He looks just like you.” Din tilted his head at her, exasperated at the joke, and she laughed. “Yeah, alright. He’s safe with me. Be back soon though, I got places to be.”

Without another word, Din grabbed Daelar by the collar and glared down at him. Ari gave him her frequency number before disappearing with Grogu and her men. When the alley was empty, Din bared his teeth and hissed out a threat, “Ni cuy' olar par skira.”

Din slammed his fist into Daelar’s face making him crumple to the ground with a groan. He grabbed the man again and began to drag. Every time the bastard tried to slip out of his grip or yell out, Din hit him again. By the time they made it to the edge of the city, Daelar’s face was bloody and the man was limp in his hand. The sun was in the sky now and the temperature was beginning to rise. Din used his whipcord to wrap around the man’s ankle and began to drag Daelar across the cracked and hard ground.

It took thirty minutes to get Daelar out into the middle of nowhere. He stopped next to the N1 and released his whipcord. Daelar laid on the ground moaning pathetically. Din stalked over and stomped his boot on top of Daelar’s chest, he heard a crack of bone even with Daelar’s screams filling the air, and Din pressed down to keep him pinned.

“I almost lost my family because of you.” Din snapped. “That’s why this is happening.”

“It’s not my fault.” Daelar cough and Din pressed harder. The man cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me. Your son is alive isn’t he? He’s fine! Don’t kill me!”

Din pulled his foot back and then knelt down beside him. He released the binders then roughly grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him up, and hissed. “He’s alive because of my wife’s quick thinking. She’s brilliant, an actual doctor unlike you, and she saved his life. Because of her, he had a chance.” Din chuckled. “So, no. I’m not going to kill you right now, Daelar.” Briefly, Din could see a flash of relief on the man’s bruised and bloodied features. “I’m going to give you a chance to save yourself. You’re a doctor. Best in your field. You should be able to do it no problem, right?”

Daelar’s eyebrows furrowed and, without preamble, his vibroblade was drawn and Din stabbed it between two of Daelar’s ribs on the right side. The man screamed and Din pulled the blade out and stood. Daelar grasped his side, blood pooling out onto the ground under him, and his breaths were growing shallow.

“You⏤ You said⏤”

“I said I wouldn’t kill you. I didn't.” Din tucked his blade away. He motioned in the direction they came from. “City is that way. Save yourself.”

Daelar shook his head, trying to grab his boots, “It’s too far. It’s⏤ I’ll bleed to death. I’ll⏤ I’ll drown in my own blood in twenty minutes. Sooner if my⏤ my lung collapses.” His breaths were shallow and panicked. “What would you⏤ you have me do?”

Din tilted his head. “Well, if I were you, I’d get to crawling.”

Daelar screamed and sobbed as Din marched to the N1 and boarded. Even with the engines going, Din could still hear the man’s cries but it did nothing but make him nod in assurance. Considering Daelar nearly took his family from him, Din felt like he was showing mercy. He gave the man a chance. Granted, it was a piss poor chance and his odds were in a very low percentile, but you had been stuck in a similar scenario. The N1 took off, angling toward the city’s tarmac so he could pick up Grogu, and Din felt relief at a job being done. More than likely, Daelar was going to die in the desert, and in Din’s opinion that was still more than he deserved.

mando'a translations:

Buir: father (parent) Ad’ika: little one Digur: Forget Her Kar’ta: My heart Ni ceta: I’m sorry Skira: Settle a score, revenge Ni cuy' olar par skira: I’m here to settle a score.

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neocentral · 7 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, drug use, jaemin's pov, haechan x reader x jeno

it had to be done.

jaemin sniffs, his head thrown back and eyes blinking as the white powder works its way into his system. the plastic baggie is smaller than usual, and the quantity of the drug that it contains is too. haechan doesn't trust him, obviously, and jaemin can’t blame him after the outburst of their last transaction.

the two had agreed that you were free to use as long as haechan pleased. no limitations were set at haechan's insistence, and with his fix dangling between his fingers, inches away from jaemin's face, he had no choice but to agree, hesitantly shaking haechan’s hand to seal the deal.

even after the sealing handshake, jaemin still had a sour taste in his mouth. it didn’t feel right, but jaemin just couldn’t get himself to call it off. that was until haechan came with company. jeno was not supposed to be there, plopping down onto the couch beside you, roughly slapping your inner thigh. your eyes searched for jaemin, squirming in your spot as you tried to avoid haechan’s gaze and ignore his taunting call as the unwelcome guest moved his hands to hover over your zipper. jeno was not supposed to be there. jaemin definitely had not agreed to that. so he lashed out, screaming, throwing whatever he could reach, storming towards you and the man trying to shove his hand down your underwear.

haechan was enough on his own, leaving you bruised and exhausted, trembling and crying as you tried to soothe your pussy. jaemin could barely take it, hating the way your stares towards him had changed from loving to loathing to empty. jaemin couldn't let jeno get his hands on you too.

jaemin lasted a week without contacting haechan. barely. his thumb hovered over his contact multiple times a day, trembling as he fought the urge to call him, apologize, beg pathetically if he had to. he cursed himself for being weak, letting his affection for you get the best of him. get in the way of what really matters to him.

it was his turn to loathe you. staring at you like he was trying to find something within you, but even he didn’t know what he was looking for. a reason? motivation? he wasn’t sure.

it didn’t even seem like you were grateful for his sacrifice either. you spoke curtly and quietly when he would attempt a conversation, avoiding him at all costs, sometimes even going as far as to sigh. it bothered jaemin. he realized quickly that your suffering wouldn’t affect him directly. not like your happiness does anyway. his high was worth so much more, the heat in his system, and momentary bliss were beyond words.

when haechan picked up the phone, jaemin sighed in relief, ignoring the hostility in haechan’s voice as he greeted him. it was quick to get him to agree, but not before haechan modified their deal, and jaemin was more than happy to accommodate him.

he expected jeno this time, even nodding in his direction as he followed behind haechan, tossing a small baggie in his direction.

it was just as brutal as jaemin expected, maybe even worse. but there was another sensation present this time, a buzz of excitement in his belly as he watched your shirt being split in half and your panties being yanked off your body. jaemin glanced between jeno and haechan, catching the way they grinned at each other as if they were sharing the same demented thought.

jaemin stayed for a total of twenty minutes. he only knows because he was sure to check the digital clock, red numbers flashing on the table beside the armchair. he couldn't bring himself to stay anymore, watching the two men violently assault you proving to be too much. the blissful high and flow of blood rushing south almost enough to make jaemin lift himself off the armchair he had collapsed into, and join in on the brutal acts. slow and fuzzy thoughts of latching onto your bulging throat, sucking on the center where the tip of haechan's cock comes to a stop. maybe jeno would let him have a go, let him slowly pound into you. but, even under the influence jaemin knew it would be a bad idea.

so jaemin opted to leave, laying limp in the front seat of his car, earbuds pushed deep into his ears.

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Of the Unfaithful Kind | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Suspicious circumstances cause your boyfriend to spiral, and in efforts to forget what he witnessed, he seeks retaliation in a malicious way. Based on this request.

Warnings: Slight smut (nothing too graphic), angst, descriptions of cheating, mentions of the death of a parent, cussing, crying, spoiler -> no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything! There will be no part two – English is not my first language –

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There was nowhere left to check. Nowhere left to look for your boyfriend who’s walking around somewhere, probably with visible fumes steaming out of his ears and breathing fire.

From the second he walked in on you in an unfortunate position, his calls were going directly to voicemail. Your texts were going ignored. His location was turned off. You’d be angry at his lack of communication if the situation didn’t look so suspicious, and yes. You totally understand why he stormed out of your office, tires screeching away before you could reach him. You yelled and begged for him to please just let you explain… That it wasn’t what it looked like. It truly wasn’t.

There weren’t many things you and Ky didn’t talk about. Ranging from the size of your poop that morning to deep insecurities you swore to take to the grave. It was a healthy relationship. So, naturally, everything was okay to talk about… everything except for Gordon.

Gordon was your ex boyfriend. You met him when you began working at your current job, but the relationship really only lasted about four months before you called it quits. When you broke it off, you both agreed to be civil, seeing as you’d still be working together. It was obvious he was still into you, and his flirty nature and constant communication with you lit a fiery rage inside of Kylian.

This jealousy wasn’t completely unreasonable, given the fact that his romantic remarks weren’t left unnoticed or subtle. After a handful of fights with your boyfriend of two years, you both decide it’d be best to draw some boundaries with your coworker and to never mention his name in front of him… and so you did. You asked Gordon to only contact you with work related information, and even if Gordon told you the juiciest gossip you’ll ever hear in your entire life, those six letters that made up his name were not to leave your mouth. Not in front of Kylian.

When Kylian made his way up to your office to pick you up, his feet sore and his mind exhausted from training, all he wanted was to get you both back to his house, draw a bath, then fall asleep on your chest. His plans went to hell, of course, as he wasn’t expecting to see what he did.

You stood in front of Gordon, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he swayed you both back and forth. Your hand rubbed his back soothingly, a gesture that was supposed to be reserved for only him. The way Gordon’s face was comfortably placed on top of your head… the way his arms grasped you so tightly… everything about the scene in front of him made him want to throw up. Even when you looked up and met his eyes, your stare frozen as you stepped away from the embrace, he felt nothing. He had gone numb.

You sprinted after him as soon as he took off, leaving Gordon without even a second thought. It was funny to even think that you could possibly catch up to him, his award-winning pace leaving you in the dust, panting, your throat sore from screaming at him to wait. To let you explain.

That was three hours ago.

“Fuck.” You grumbled, leaving the vacant Parc des Princes, no sign of Kylians car. The amount of money you’d wasted on Ubers today didn’t even matter. Not even a little bit. You didn’t know where else to go except back to his home.

He had to be there by now, you thought. He had to.

Alas, it was also empty. You weren’t past waiting for him there, ready to sleep on the ottoman facing the front door until he came home. All you wanted to do was find him and tell him that you would never cheat. You would never do that to him, not in a million years.

Kylian drove around Paris, blasting music with a tense jaw and a racing mind. He couldn’t wash the image of you and Gordon in your office with bleach if he tried. It’s like it had gotten tattooed on the back of his eyelids, haunting him whenever he blinked. He was far from insecure, he knew your relationship was strong. He trusted you. He’s trusted you and you went off and threw it all away for someone you claimed you were never compatible with. How could he have gotten you so wrong? His wondering only added fuel to the fire, gripping the steering wheel so tightly he felt that it might snap in half.

His mind wandered to a couple hours earlier after training, before he saw what he saw…

“Kylian, you up for some clubbing tonight?” Catrina asked from down the trophy hall. She was the friend of Marco Verratti’s wife and a model who loved making sure everyone knew she was hot shit.

Kylian’s seen her around multiple times. Blonde, British, and very forward. She tagged along with his teammate and his wife pretty frequently to keep Laura company while Marco did his thing at dinners and matches. She’s made advanced at him every single time he’s around her, and if he didn’t have you, he would probably flirt back.

But he never did.

“No, no. Not tonight. Thank you, though.” Kylian smiled, going back to scrolling on his phone.

He saw her shadow saunter over through the corner of his eye. “You sure, babe? I’m lot’s of fun.” He looked up, she winked at him. “Especially after you get a few drinks in me. Don’t you want to see?”

She stood so close to his sitting figure. “My girlfriend and I have plans. You remember (Y/N), right?” He reminded, as if to nicely ask her to please back off.

She nods with a sneer on her face, “I remember. She’s a little boring. Bland. Nothing like me.”

Kylian raised his eyebrows at her, expecting a quick ‘I’m sorry’, even if she didn’t mean it. Instead, she just chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jeez, I’m only joking, babes.” She wasn’t and they both knew it. He noticed the way she jutted out her lips out at him, raking her eyes over his body, making him feel a little bit gross and jittery. “Well, if you change your mind, we have a section at La Cachette starting at ten. But don’t bring her. We only have room for you, love.”

She turned and strutted away, swaying her hips back and forth. Kylian shook his head in disbelief at that woman, disregarding everything and continued to scroll.

He stopped at a red light, chewing on his raw cheek like he has been all night. He looked at the time displayed in his car. 10:36 pm. Looking left, then right, he made a U turn. The area was familiar, he knew La Cachette was just a few blocks away, and right now all he wanted was to erase the ugly memory from his sober brain.

He didn’t remember parking the car or how he even got up to the private section, surrounded by models from wall to wall. All of them immediately recognizing him, clinging to his arm, handing him shots upon shots. Kylian usually wasn’t much of a partygoer. He enjoyed resting for his responsibilities, staying at home with you was what his Thursday nights usually looked like; cuddled up on the couch, munching on some healthy snack you made from Pinterest because you knew his strict diet plan like the back of your hand.

He shook his head from the thought of you, taking the bottle of top shelf vodka and pouring it freely into his mouth, earning cheers from all the women around him. Slamming the bottle down, he wiped his mouth, recognizing the blonde who watched him with a flirtatious quirk in her smile. He kept his eyes steadily on her, sauntering over like a lion to its prey.

“Let’s get out of here.” He grumbled, grabbing her hand and kept walking without looking back, dragging her away from her friends. She made no effort to stop. In fact, she clung onto his arm like she owned him, looking around to soak in the glory of everyone else gaping at her with the Kylian Mbappé.

Once outside, Kylian attempted to walk her to his car, but she tugged back, nodding her head to the building next door. “I live just up here.” She bit her lip.

Without even thinking about it, he let her lead him up the elevator and into her home. This is when he began realizing where he is, who he was with, and who wasn’t there with him. You.

She locked the door behind her, taking off her heavy coat and threw it on the couch. What she wore wasn’t much, and Kylians overly-tipsy brain couldn’t stop itself from focusing on her cleavage, looking away shamefully after a second or two.

“You can look, babe.” Her voice was sultry and confident. She placed herself only inches away from him, grabbing his hands and settling them on her hips, dragging them up until they rested just under her large breasts. “You can touch, too.”

Kylian sucked on his teeth apprehensively, looking from Catrina to the floor, wishing he’d just taken the bottle of vodka with him for moral support. He couldn’t believe himself or the position he’s found himself in. This was disgusting and so out of his nature.

She did it first. She did it first.

The angel on his shoulder was nowhere to be found, the red devil had taken over his conscience, begging him to just pull the trigger on the whole ordeal. He could almost hear it…

She did it first.

And then, he did it. He kissed her. Roughly. Angrily. His hands roamed up the unfamiliar body now taken in his arms. His eyes were shut tightly, but her small whimpers of satisfaction gave it away that it wasn’t you. He pulled back, wiping his mouth and turning around.

“What, that’s it?” Catrina gawked, slightly out of breath from the passionate kiss.

Kylian said nothing back, facing away from her as his mind recognized that she tasted nothing like you, felt nothing like you. He couldn’t go through with this.

“She cheated on you, didn’t she?” He hears her say, her heels clicking toward his downturned figure. She walked past him to the minibar snuggly placed in the corner, pouring two drinks into crystal glasses. “You know, they say alcohol’s the best medicine for a broken heart. And I agree.” She sticks out the cup and he takes it, swishing it around as his mind continued to contemplate his options, not daring to look up at the strange woman. “Well, that and rebound sex, of course. I’m here to provide you with both.” She swung back her drink in one gulp, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “It’s not cheating if she did it first.”

She did it first.

Kylian grimaced, gulping down every last drop she gave him before slamming the glass down in a nearby table, closing his eyes once more and kissing her again.

Catrina blindly set her own glass down, walking backward to the couch, ripping off Kylian’s shirt in the process. They found the cushions, continuing to make out and shedding layers until there was nothing left.

He was lost in the heat of the moment, but couldn’t find it in himself to continue kissing this stranger under him. Instead, he flipped her over, taking her from behind right on the couch.

She moaned, she whimpered, but whenever she looked back, Kylian eyes were screwed shut. He didn’t like the way his name sounded coming from her, but focused on the pleasure she was providing for him.

It wasn’t a long fuck, it was foggy and unromantic. When he pulled out of her, he sat on the opposite end of her sofa, panting, only thinking about you. Your face. Your body. The way you make his heart feel. The touch of your lips. The warmth you provide his soul whenever he feels as low as he does right now.

“Putain.” He mumbled to himself.

“I know, right?” Catrina declares, misinterpreting his curses. She shuffled until she rested against his frame, cuddling into his side like he was comfortable with this.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Kylian stood up abruptly, gathering his strewn clothing from the ground.

She furrows her brows, giving him a dirty look before pointing to a door to the left of them. He didn’t waste a second before following her direction, locking himself in there like he’s a wild animal in need of taming.

He looked himself up and down shamefully, washing himself in the sink in an attempt to scrub the crime he just committed against you down the drain.

He fished his phone out of his back pocket of his jeans, turning it back on. Why he didn’t let you explain yourself before jumping to conclusions is a question for a clear minded Kylian… the Kylian who now stood facing himself in front of a dirty mirror inside of the house of a girl he just fucked out of spite. The irony in that isn’t funny to him, it just makes him hate himself for not letting himself think for one goddamn second.

As soon as his screen turned on, the buzzing didn’t stop. Message after message from you flooded his cell.

You: please come back kylian i promise it’s not what it looks like.

You: I swear on everything that it didn’t mean anything.

You: I would never cheat on you. Ever. Please just come back just let me explain.

You: please answer your phone

You: kylian I love you nothing happened. Absolutely NOTHING happened. Nothing would ever happen because you’re the love of my life. Please please PLEASE just answer your phone. Let me explain everything to you please.

You: I know how it looks but will you just talk to me? Where are you?

There were a plethora of simmilar messages he scrolled past, all apologizing and begging for him to listen to you. He ran a cold and shaky hand down his face, contemplating not reading the longer paragraph you sent, timestamped about the same time he got to the club. Surely it was an explanation. He prayed it was a bullshit one, which he acknowledges is a backwards way of thinking, but he couldn’t possibly live with himself if he just cheated on you because he decided to be a big baby and jump to conclusions.

With a big breath, he focused back on the screen.

You: I don’t know if you’re getting my messages but obviously you need some time, so I’m just going to explain myself for whenever you’re ready to talk. Gordon’s mom has been sick for some time now and he got the news she passed away right before you got there. I’d met her because of our past so I guess he just needed someone that knew her to be there for him. All we did was hug, I swear. I was just comforting him, nothing else happened or was ever going to happen. I know how it looks and I’m sorry you had to walk in on that but it absolutely meant nothing. It was just me being there for someone who lost a person who means a lot to them. You have to believe me, please please believe me. I love you with everything in me, ky. Let me know when you’ve calmed down and I’ll explain everything again if you need me to. Please be safe, I’ll be waiting for you at your house, okay? We should talk about this. I love you.

Kylian cringed up his whole face, placing his hand firmly over his eyes as if he didn’t want to read it anymore.

It wasn’t bullshit. Or at least it didn’t sound like it.

He exited his messages and looked up Gordon on Instagram, thankfully his profile is public. He clicked on the last post he made. It was dedicated to his deceased mother. Posted that day. Fuck.

He balanced himself with two hands on either side of the sink, letting his phone drop into the porcelain basin. He looked up at his reflection, feeling like a scumbag. A guilty, dirty, immature, unreasonable, cheating scumbag. He couldn’t believe himself. How dare he do this to you. He couldn’t even cry, he couldn’t face you or Catrina.

His phone buzzed from below him, his background catching his eye. It was a picture of you from this last Christmas in the snow. You were laughing, holding a mug full of tea, snowflakes stuck on your lashes. Your cheeks were pink, your eyes looked past the camera to him, practically saying I love you with just your gaze. He loved that picture.

Reluctantly, he read the notification. A text from you.

You: Are you okay? I’m worried about you

He sighed, taking his phone back in his hands.

Kylian: im okay. im coming home.

He wanted nothing but your tight embrace and a long disinfecting shower in his own home. He quickly finished redressing himself but quickly realized he only grabbed his jeans and one of his socks.

He opened the door again, finding that Catrina is in the kitchen wearing his shirt, drinking some pink wine straight from the bottle.

She grinned at him. “Want some?”

“I need my shirt back.” He walked around with his eyes to the floor until he spotted the missing sock.

She swayed over to where he stood, smirking like a maniac. “But I like you with no shirt on.” Her hands ran down his bare chest, but he quickly swatted her away.

“Seriously. Give me my shirt.” He sternly demanded, shooting daggers at her.

It wasn’t entirely her fault, but Kylian sure did blame her. She knew he was taken and continually tried to get him to cheat. He can’t believe she won. He couldn’t believe he did that to you.

She raised her brow seductively. “Fine.” She lifted it over her head, reveling absolutely nothing but her birthday suit underneath. Kylian looked away instantly, snatching the shirt from her grasp and booking it to the door, taking his shoes in the same hand as his top. Before he slammed the door she heard her yell, “call me!” Are you kidding?

Under any other circumstances, Kylian would not get behind the wheel of a car after having anything to drink, but he doesn’t have the time to come up with any other options, no matter how obvious they may be. He was banking on the fact that he sobered up post-fuck and during his come-to-jesus moment in the bathroom. Either way, he was hyper vigilant.

Eventually after what felt like an eternity, he arrived back at his home, turning off the engine with a big breath of relief. Unfortunately, being so preoccupied with the irresponsibility of drunk driving, all of the anxiety of cheating hit him all at once upon seeing your car.

He peered through the small window next to his door and saw you sitting with your legs curled up on an armchair, seemingly lost in thought, looking out the opposite window as you chewed on your fingernail.

“Dieu, je suis un idiot. Je suis le pire.” He grumbled to himself. God, I’m an idiot. I’m the worst.

The second you heard the door click, you shot up out of your chair, running toward your boyfriend who looked deeply upset. “Oh, Ky.” You whined, wrapping him in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. Did you get my texts? My voicemails?”

He hugged you back, breathing you in. Something familiar, something he loves. It was sweet and inviting, one of his favorite feelings was just simply being around you. He held you tighter.

“I did. I’m sorry, I should have let you explain. I wish I did.” He whispered the last part into your hair, kissing your head.

Your face was stuffed in his shirt, feeling some of your tension ease. “No, it looked bad. I know it did.” You looked up at him, not letting go of his middle. “You have to believe me. I would never—”

“—I believe you.” He assured, staring into your eyes that he saw switch from anxious to thankful.

You smiled up at him, tears almost threatening to spill from relief. “Thank god. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if…” you stopped, your train of thought halting. “We’re you drinking? You smell like vodka.”

He gulped. “Yeah… I was.”

“And how exactly did you get home?” You loosen you grip on him. He looked away from you. His silence was enough of an answer for you to let go of him. “Oh my god. Seriously, Kylian? Are you stupid?”

“Yes.”

“No, really. That’s so messed up, I never thought you’d do that. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come to wherever you were and picked you up. You have like… like five cars here I could’ve taken. Unbelievable.” You scolded, furious at him for putting his life and others lives in danger.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just…”

“Just what? You reek! If you got pulled over, you’d be absolutely fucked.” You walk up to him and take a big sniff. This time, it turns your stomach. Not because of the pungent smell of liquor, but what was underneath that smell. “Wait.” You grab a handful of the material, really taking in the scent this time. You took a second, not wanting to ask him the question. “Why… why does this smell like perfume?” You smell it again. “It’s definitely not mine.”

The room was completely silent. The air was stale, thick with anticipation. Kylians face screamed guilty, but he couldn’t make himself say any words.

“Kylian.” Your voice was stern, scary. “Where the hell we’re you just now?”

You prayed that he had a clear, logical, perfectly believable explanation, but the longer he stayed silent, the more your optimism diminished.

Kylian looked down, not being able to figure out a way of wording this that made him sound at all reasonable. He took deep intakes of air, letting it sit in his lungs to buy him some more time. You were smart, and he was too ashamed to come up with any form of an excuse. He loved you so much, he couldn’t believe that he had to stand in front of you and explain something he stupidly went through with.

“I was just… angry.” He started, still not meeting your laser stare. “I… um…” I wasn’t thinking? I don’t know what happened? I was so drunk? All those answers were lies. He couldn’t do it to you. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

Your eyes rushed with tears in a split second, your heart dropped down into your stomach, your guts swirled in disgust. “Kylian… no. You’re lying. You wouldn’t do that to me. Right?” The wavering of your voice sent an unexplainable sadness to Kylian who finally met your glossy eyes, but wished he didn’t. “Tell me I’m right, Kylian. Please.”

“I should have let you explain. I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m so sorry.” He stepped toward you, reaching out. You stepped backwards away from his grasp, mouth dropped at the unbelievably hurtful news that you’ve uncovered. “Bébé… please…”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that, Kylian.” The tears fell. You don’t remeber the last time you had such fury toward someone else. “Are you… oh my god. You’re fucking serious, aren’t you? You fucked another girl?”

You waited for his answer. He didn’t want to admit it. “I’m so, so, sorr—”

“Enough. Yes or no.” You demand, trying to hold yourself together enough to get a straight answer. He began to cry silently, his heart breaking for you. “Did you fuck someone else, yes or fucking no.”

His lip quivered, face scrunching together with sadness. He looked you in the eyes, seeing past the rage to the hurt lingering behind it. His voice squeaked out the answer neither of you wanted. “Yes.”

The pain of the truth settled immediately. You wanted to curl up into a ball, scream and cry until you felt nothing at all. To think that this morning started out like any other; eating breakfast together, playing footsies under the table like teenagers in love, kissing him goodbye and telling him you’ll see him later. Who knew that later meant the end of your relationship as you know it… who fucking knew.

He walked toward you again, but you stepped back again, putting a hand out to really get the point across. “Don’t even try.”

“I’m so… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. It will never happen again, i swear.”

“You’re right. It won’t.” You spat, grabbing your purse from the couch. “Because we’re over.”

He followed in front of you like he was playing defense. “No, no. Stop, please, stop.” He cried, your sorrowful eyes never landing on his. You wouldnt let yourself. “Let me explain—”

“Explain?” It made you stop, absolutely enraged. “Let me see if I get the picture. You thought you saw something and got mad. So, you went out, got drunk and met a girl, fucked her out of some sick revenge towards me, realized you were wrong then came here to try and apologize.” Your tone was firm even through the agony coursing through your body.

Kylian fell silent, not knowing what to say. You had about 99% of that right… Fuck.

“Did I miss anything?” You barked, crossing your arms. He gulped, looking down at the floor. Even though your answer was confident, you sensed he was holding something back. The more you racked your muddled mind during his shamed silence, it dawned on you. Painfully, you had to ask. “I know her, don’t I?”

He nods, his crying not stopping. Not for a second. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“Who.”

“Look, I just want you to know I’ve never ever had feelings for her—”

“Who.”

“Merde.” He curses lowly to himself, not finding a way of pulling himself together. “Catrina.”

This tore your heart straight out of his chest. You wanted to feed it to Kylian then make him puke it up so you could feed it to Catrina. “Of fucking course it was.”

“I never meant—”

“—So the second you saw an opportunity to fuck her, you did. I knew you liked her.” You exclaimed, pacing and pointing a finger accusingly at Kylian.

“What? No, it was never like that.” He was quick to defend himself.

“Then tell me. How’d you find her?”

He began to speak, but stuttered once he realized his answer wasn’t going to help him. Lie. Just lie. “She was just… there.”

“That’s bullshit.” You knew him too well.

He hated himself, truly. He couldn’t fathom what short circuited his brain that made him malfunction so severely that he’s now in this position — being broken up with by his one true love. “Earlier today. She told me where she’d be. I wasn’t thinking straight, I just wanted to forget what I saw.”

“What you thought you saw was nothing. I thought we had trust, Kylian. Where did that go? Huh?”

“I messed up. I know how badly I messed up but please, give me another chance.” He pleaded, grabbing your hands and cupping them in his own. “I swear on my life, on my career, on every euro I have that this will never ever happen again. Give me another chance. Please, bébé.” He repeated.

You sobbed, letting your anger come second to the betrayal, feeling as if someone turned off the lights inside your soul. It’s dark and cold. You’re lost, confused, trying to find some hope in the situation you’ve been presented with.

“I don’t think I can…”

“You can, I know you can.” He cried harder, finding himself in his knees in front of you, truly begging. “Please, please, (Y/N). Let me prove to you that tonight meant nothing. I’ll never do this to you ever again, I swear it”

“But it did. It did mean something.” You squeaked, broken. “You can try and make this up to me, Kylian. But I’ll never forget what you did. This isn’t something I can just move on from.”

"Can't we at least try?" His eyes screamed for you to stay, his kneeling figure breaking you down as he clung onto your thighs while he cried, choked sobs escaping his tainted and guilty lips. Kylian felt pathetic, but he didn't care. He'd do whatever you wanted him to do.

"I think..." You stop and weap, the words you wanted to say getting muddled, tangled... "I think this is the end of us, Ky."

"No." He blubbers, holding you a little tighter. He didn't want to let go. "No, we have the rest of our lives together. It's supposed to be you and me."

"Then how were you able to do this to me?"

The room was sour, begging for you to haul ass out the front door, but the whole ordeal has you overtaken with a feeling of anguish. It seeped into your bones, chilling your body until it felt immobilized. All you were able to do was look away from the tragic man who groveled on his knees, listening to the cries that came directly from his chest as they exploded out of him.

You couldn't force yourself to feel bad for him. Something snapped, no longer hidden behind the anger and grief. It took over your limbs as they untangled Kylain's tight grasp on your lower body, holding firmly onto your purse. You looked down at him, he stared up, searching for a glint of hope in your eyes, but failed to see any sign of forgiveness.

You've collected yourself, wiping your face. You were out of tears, out of emotion. "Mail me back my things." You said sternly, and nothing else. Before he could even try to respond, you had left.

Kylian stayed where you left him, fatigued, horrified, and empty. There wasn't a moment he could compare to this one. He literally let you slip out of his arms, helpless as he watched you walk out of his life for good. He didn't deserve you.

There wasn't an ounce of him that didn't regret everything that went down. Even hours later, though he tried, he couldn't pinpoint anyone else that was more at fault than he was. Sure, Catrina was a close second, but she had no loyalties to you. She was a person that took advantage of an opportunity to get her way, and Kylian was just foolish enough to give into her femme fatale nature.

As he sat on the edge of the tub, room filled with steam, he hovered a thumb over the last voicemail you'd sent him. The timestamp showed that he was int he process of fucking another woman when you'd sent it. He didn't want to click it. He'd been staring at it like it was going to run away for the better part of the hour. But, finally, he bit the bullet, quickly pressing the phone to his ear and closing his eyes.

"Hey, Ky. So, you're not home, but I'm just here waiting for you. It's been a long day and I just want to talk through this whole crazy misunderstanding. I know your mad, and I get it. I'd be pretty pissed if it was the other way around, but I know you'd never do that to me... I hope you know that I would never do that to you, either. I love you, and I know you love me. You just need some space to be angry for a while. I promise that I'll tell you anything you want to know when you get here... Okay, then. Uh... I love you, Kylian. with all my heart. Be safe, alright?"

A/N: Sad little one shot... no part two for this one, my friends. I don't fuck with cheaters! Besides, I feel The Loneliest already takes care of the post-breakup madness y'all might be craving. Speaking of, part 4 will be coming out very soon this week! I'm sorry i've taken kinda long to post the next one but I hope this angst keeps yall satisfied until I can finish off this chapter. I wrote this quickly and didn't spell check/ grammar check it very well, so apologies for my mistakes! Huge kiss to every single one of you.

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jjkamochoso · 2 months

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Carhartt? More like Car Heart to Heart

NoCursesAU!Choso x female reader

Angst, fluff

Reader and Choso go for a late night drive (inspired by “Streetlights” by Elko)

Warnings: cussing

“Fuck you! We’re over!” you screamed, car keys grasped in your hands as you slammed the front door behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest, ready to burst out of your skin. You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to be driving while in this enraged state of mind but you had to get out that house immediately. You and your boyfr—well, you weren’t sure what to call him. You had been seeing this guy for a few months. You two were supposed to be exclusive, sure, but there weren’t any real labels on what you two were. It didn’t matter anyway. That relationship was as good as dead now. You and him had actually just gotten into a big fight about the label, the lack of, rather, on your relationship. You’d dwell on the details of that fight later. The problem now was where to go. You were in between places at the moment and had been living with your now ex at his house for the time being. Thankfully most of your belongings were in storage, but you dreaded having to go back to the house for some of your personal belongings. You just hoped he hadn’t trashed anything. Putting your car into drive, you raced away from that place as fast as you could without sparing it a second glance. As you sped through the city, tears threatened to fall as streetlights lit your path. It was 1:30 in the morning and all of your friends were asleep; all, you knew, except one. As you pulled into his apartment complex, you took a deep, shuddering breath. There was a slight breeze as you exited the car and you felt goosebumps appear all over your skin. Although he lived in a safe area, you were still scared as you locked your car and ran up to his door, knocking frantically. You prayed he would hear your knocks over the sound of his video games that kept him up all hours of the night. As you kept your knuckles rapping on the door, your other hand was digging through your purse for your phone to call him. However, there was no need. You faltered slightly as the door opened and you were met with concerned brown eyes.

“Y/n? What—“

“Choso!” you cried out, throwing yourself at him in a tight hug as your tears began to flow. You felt him back up and shift around, bringing your body with him so that he could close and lock the door. You felt his strong arms grip you tight, resting his chin on your head while his hands moved up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. Your crying finally slowed into emotionally drained hiccups and Choso took that as a sign that it was okay to let go for a few moments.

“I’m so sorry to just show up like this, I just had nowhere else to go and—“

“Y/n,” Choso said, calm and with a little smile, “whatever happened, it’s okay. I’m glad you made it here alright, given the state you’re in.” You wanted to be mad at his crack of a joke, but he was right. You were a whole mess right now.

“I’m sorry to pull you away from your game,” you motioned to his headphones that were hanging haphazardly around his neck and the game that was sitting abandoned on the tv. Choso furrowed his brow.

“It’s totally fine, it’s just a game. You’re much more important,” he said. You felt your heart flutter at his words. Anything Choso said, he said with such conviction and passion. He was the greatest friend anyone could ask for. He was reliable, kind, passionate. You’d had the biggest crush on him for years and years but you could never risk losing his friendship in case he didn’t feel the same. Sometimes, when he said things like that, and looked at you with that unwavering eye contact and soft smile, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he felt the same.

“Hey guys, I gotta go, my friend needs me right now. Yes, it’s important. Oh, haha, very funny. Okay, bye, I’m logging off now.” Taking off his microphoned headphones, Choso turned off the tv as well. “You wanna go for a drive? I know that usually relaxes you.” You nodded in agreement. Choso grabbed you a blanket off his couch, holding it open to help you get wrapped into it. Then he put on his leather jacket over the grey sweatshirt he was wearing and picked up his keys.

“You ready?”

You felt so much safer walking in the parking lot with Choso. He worked out often, that you knew, and he was most likely ripped, that you wished you knew. He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him. Even though he does this kind of thing all the time, tonight felt different. Was it because it was so late at night? Was it the stress of the breakup? Or do streetlights just cast an ethereal look over attractive men who wear space buns? As he pulled the car out of the lot, you began to unpack everything that happened.

“Jake and I had a fight. It shouldn’t have gotten that big or that explosive, but it just got out of control and I broke it off.”

You couldn’t figure out the look that Choso had on his face. Was it… relief?

“Oh thank god! Y/n, he was a horrible dude. We all hated him anyway.”

“Is this the time where you say ‘I told you so’ and start making fun of me for being an idiot?”

The raven haired man laughed slightly and spared you a quick glance before looking back at the road.

“Yes to the ‘I told you so’ part but I would never call you an idiot. Love makes you do weird things.”

You scoffed.

“Trust me, there was no love there. We’d been together for months and he couldn’t even call me his girlfriend. Not even after I moved in with him! Not to mention, I thought we were exclusive. That’s how the whole fight started. I asked him why he couldn’t be my boyfriend and the whole thing tumbled into me finding out he’d been seeing other girls on the side.” You noticed Choso’s jaw clench at the mention of infidelity. You also noticed the car accelerating ever so slightly. “I mean, am I in the wrong?”

Now it was Choso’s turn to scoff.

“He basically cheats on you and you’re wondering if you’re in the wrong? You are seriously too good for this world. Y/n, the guy’s trash. I wouldn’t even give him a second thought. He didn’t deserve you and all the good things you have to offer.” The car plugged along, the speedometer ticking upwards. “I just can’t believe how he could fumble a girl like you.” 40mph. “How he could miss the great thing he had right in front of his eyes.” 50 mph. “Besides the fact that he couldn’t even offer you basic fucking respect.” 60mph. “You don’t deserve to feel like that!”

“Choso,” you gently laid a hand on his arm, “I appreciate your passion but you’re on a backroad. You’re driving way too fast.” He met your eyes for a split second then looked at his speed, immediately tapping the brakes.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You’re the one dealing with the breakup and I’m the one getting angry, driving fast and pissed off for some reason. There’s that park you like coming up, I’m going to stop there for a second.” When he pulled into the quiet parking lot, the car was filled with silence as well. Choso groaned, putting his face in his hands, and resting his forehead on the top of the steering wheel.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. You’re one of my closest friends and I only want the best for you. I just get so upset seeing these guys take advantage of you and your kindness. You deserve someone who will open car doors for you, someone who listens to you and understands you. Someone who’s only wish is to be around you at all times. Someone who respects and worships you. Someone who loves you completely and unconditionally. Someone—“

“Like you,” you finished. “Someone like you.”

You’d never seen a person whip their head over to look at you as fast as Choso did in that moment. You were tired of hiding how you felt. Who else would be there for you at the early hours of the morning, offering you sympathy and a shoulder to cry on? Who do you call when you want to talk about something that happened at work, who do you text when you see a silly little snail on the sidewalk? Who do you want to wake up to every morning and eat breakfast with? Who do you want to eat dinner with and go to bed with? Who do you want to kiss and caress for the rest of your life? It’s Choso, it’s always been Choso.

“What?” His voiced was barely louder than a whisper.

“You, Choso. I’ve been in love with you for years, I’m surprised you never saw it. The guys I dated, they were just distractions from the fact that I had my dream guy right in front of me the whole time, just barely out of reach.” His big brown eyes with the slight bags under them from lack of sleep were boring into your own, frantically scanning your face for any sign of deceit. After what felt like hours, he finally spoke once more.

“You’re not joking, right?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“No fucking way am I joking about this.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and let out a slight chuckle. “I’ve been enamored, head over heels in love with you since the day we met. I always felt you were too good for me, that’s why I never said anything.”

“God, we’re such losers. We really are perfect for each other, aren’t we?” you asked, giggling.

“You know, there’s one way to make sure we really fit together.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.” Choso leaned in toward you slowly, giving you enough time to back away if needed. There was no need, however, because you’d spent years dreaming of the moment you could kiss Choso Kamo. When your lips met, it was like all was right in the world. His soft pink lips meshed perfectly with your own. Even though it was a bit of an awkward angle, being in the car and all, it was still perfectly romantic. When Choso rested his hand on your cheek, you felt like you were going to faint. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. The kiss wasn’t too long, but just the right amount for new lovers. When you broke away, both of your faces were tinged red from blushing and you two couldn’t stop smiling.

“So, what’s next for us?” you asked.

“Hmm,” answered Choso, “I’m thinking we head back to your ex’s shithole of a house, you get everything you need, and come stay at my place however long you feel like.”

Your face lit up with a bright smile. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Choso looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. “I would do anything for you, my darling.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and held his hand as the car pulled out of the lot and into your happily ever after.

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crissiebaby · 6 months

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The Pampered Curse: Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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“No…Nonono! This isn’t happening!” screamed Edan, who was awestruck by the large, white behemoth resting between his thighs. These were not the boxers he’d fallen asleep in last night. How did he end up diapered? Moreover, WHY did he end up diapered?! Did someone sneak into his house? A million questions circulated in his head, none of which had clear answers.

The one thing Edan knew for certain, though, was that he didn’t want to be diapered for a second longer. He moved to unstick one of the tapes, deciding that his next step once freed from his padded confines would be to take a long and thorough shower. However, much to his confusion, the tapes felt like they’d been glued on with Edan failing to get a fingernail under any of the four tapes.

Frustrated, Edan climbed out of bed and moved to yank the diaper off his body by force. After all, it was just a diaper. A bit of tugging should be enough to pry it off without removing the tapes. Sadly, after a few feeble attempts to slide the diaper around his hips and buttocks, the diaper had barely moved an inch in any direction. “UGH! C’mon, please!” he grunted before throwing his hands up and huffing an aggressive breath through his nose. Whoever had diapered him had made sure that he would not be removing the padding on his own.

Looking around his room again, Edan meekly cried out, “O-Okay! Funny joke! Christina? Royce? Whichever of you fucks did this better come out right now and get this off me!” Expecting to see one of his buddies burst out of his closet or through his bedroom door, he sat down on the side of the bed and waited. But as time slowly ticked by, so too did his patience, “Alright, fuck you! I’m done with this shit!”

Storming out of his bedroom with his enraged fists balled, Edan stomped his way into the kitchen and instantly moved to retrieve the kitchen sheers from his knife block. He then sat down on the tile floor with his legs spread wide and began hacking away at his nappy’s waistband. Or at least he would have had the scissors managed to slice through even one millimeter of the plastic-coated diaper. For some reason, his incredibly sharp kitchen shears were nowhere near strong enough to cut into his new, bulky undies.

Furious didn’t even begin to describe how Edan was feeling as he gave up on piercing the waistband and started jabbing at the base of his diaper, hoping to poke a hole large enough to rip the diaper open with his fingers. Much like with the rest of the diaper, this failed to do anything more than make him feel foolish. In a moment of rage, he chucked the scissors across the room, creating a small hole in his drywall.

Glancing around his room anxious and helpless, Edan couldn’t feel more utterly defeated by his humiliating predicament. He sunk down and placed his head in his hands, doing everything in his power to keep from bursting into tears. He refused to let himself cry, though, stabbing his canine teeth into his tongue to prevent the waterworks from kicking on.

Once he had his emotions under control, Edan let out a painfully long sigh, clearing out both his lungs and his head. The last thing he needed to do right now was panic. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like he had much to be cheerful or calm about, with his only solace being that it was a Sunday and he didn’t have to worry about confronting his boss in diapers. Fixing a hand on his chin, he contemplated how he could’ve possibly ended up in a diaper in the first place. It wasn’t like this was something he’d voluntarily wear. Only a total weirdo would…do that…

Recalling his bizarre interaction from the night before, it suddenly dawned on Edan that the reason for his padded state may be supernatural, as crazy as that might sound. A new kind of fear rose inside his chest as he stared at his padded confines. That woman being a ghost would certainly explain the disappearing act she pulled last night. But he didn’t actually believe in ghosts…did he? “Um…shit, what was her name?” he scoffed at himself, realizing he’d never asked the strange woman what her name was, “...let’s see, uh…magic ghost-spirit, I-I would like to humbly apologize if I insulted you last night! If this is all to teach me some big lesson, well, consider the lesson well learned! Haha!”

Edan’s forced laughter only made it more apparent how ridiculous he felt. Being trapped in a ghostly diaper? There was no way that could happen. And yet, he failed to come up with any alternate explanation. He needed to find a way to confirm or disprove that something paranormal was at play here.

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“Please return all archive materials to the desk when you're finished,” said the elderly librarian as she placed a set of documents on one of the many empty tables for Edan to browse through. It had taken him all morning to track down anything he could about that house and its owner online, only to be met with dead end after dead end. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon an online record of his local library that he discovered a promising lead.

Sitting down at the table, Edan started sifting through the various public records and newspaper clippings associated with that cursed house as he struggled to keep his paranoia at bay. He frequently found himself checking over and tugging on his baggy outfit to ensure that his hoodie and sweatpants kept his diaper well hidden. All the while, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched, adding to the anxiety he felt over his attire. Misery didn’t even begin to describe Edan’s mental state. Pushing those vicious thoughts to the far recesses of his mind, he buried his nose into his research on the house’s mysterious owner.

Madam Petunia Wick. That was the name that was listed on the final deed of ownership, which was signed almost 60 years ago. While living, she was well-known throughout the town to be a very perverse woman with an insatiable sexual appetite. She housed a number of kinky guests and would frequently throw lavish parties, much to the rest of town’s dismay if the numerous hit pieces written about her were to be believed. It also happened to be the exact person that Edan had run into the night before, at least if her photo was anything to go off of. Only, that shouldn’t have been possible considering she had died nearly four decades prior, fueling his conspiracy that the being he’d met last night was no longer of this world. Shaking off the eerie feeling that came with such dreadful knowledge, he continued reading.

Surprisingly, despite the house remaining unowned since Madam Wick’s passing, there was a whole mess of stories written in the local paper that were all dated around the turn of the century. According to an article written in October of 2002, a young man named Thomas Landing ran screaming into the police station declaring that a spirit had placed a chastity cage on him. He was sent to a mental asylum after he became irate and refused to let up on his outrageous story. It’s said the chastity cage was never removed as there was no key and no way to cut it off without risk to his genitalia. Specifically, Landing named the same mansion that Edan had stumbled across as the location of his ghostly assault, though no evidence was ever discovered. If even an inkling of this man’s crazy story were true, then it was likely whatever ghost placed a chastity cage on him was the exact same one who had magically diapered him overnight.

*Twinge!*

Scrunching his legs closer together, Edan had been fighting off the urge to piss for several hours now. However, over the past ten or so minutes, his need to relieve himself had become far more pressing, making it virtually impossible for him to focus. Resting his head on the pages of archive materials, he knew continuing to ignore his aching bladder was an effort in futility. He closed his eyes and wrangled in his breathing as he slowly began to push.

Much to Edan’s astonishment, it was far harder to willingly use a diaper even with how badly he needed to go. He applied as much internal pressure as he could but barely managed to dribble out a few drops. As if the act of wearing a diaper wasn’t bad enough without his body fighting him at every turn. Blushing slightly, he pulled out his phone and quickly looked up, “How to pee in a diaper when your body won’t let you.” Thankfully, several results popped up, with the most doable advice being to stand up and pretend he was in front of a toilet.

A very remorseful Edan scooted away from the table and slowly got to his feet, finding himself once again scanning the area to make absolutely certain that no one was nearby. Other than the librarian, who was stationed at the front checkout desk, the coast was clear. Not that he was exactly thrilled about that. Groaning dejectedly, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to envision the apartment bathroom. All he had to do was let go…let go…let go…

*hss…hsss…hssssssssss*

After a few pained attempts, Edan relaxed into his urination as he finally managed to muscle through his years of potty training to relieve himself. The warmth that grew in the front of his diaper caused him to stop momentarily a few times, unable to fully believe what he was doing. He was also a tad shocked by the sheer amount of pee that was coming out of him. It felt like he’d been pissing for a full two minutes before the flow finally slowed to stop. A beleaguered sigh escaped his lips now that the strain on his bladder had washed away. Sadly, his relief wasn’t meant to last.

*Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!*

Immediately after his wetting came to an end, Edan was sent crashing to his knees as the supernatural diaper started to vibrate without warning. “Stopstopstop!” he said frantically, struggling to keep his voice to a whisper as a horrifying, yet undeniably pleasure overtook his diaper area. It was as if the padding were alive and reacting to its own newfound sogginess. He had no choice but to moosh his hands into the base of his diaper in an attempt to stem his diaper’s horny advances, but all that did was amplify the sensations that were leveling his body and his resistance.

As much as Edan didn’t want to admit it, the euphoric touch of his diaper had him desperate to cum. Deciding to hell with it after enduring nearly a minute of non-stop buzzing, he began to rock his hips back and forth while perched atop his nappy, kneading his cock into the mushy, pliable diaper fluffy. Tragically, right as he was getting into a good rhythm and could feel his pending orgasm rise, the vibrations halted. Not wanting to give up on the much-needed climax, he grinded against his pulpy diaper a few more times but ultimately fell short of getting over the final hump. Frustrated and disgusted with himself, he let his arms fall to the wayside and leaned back against one of the table legs. Misery was no longer the word that was most closely associated with Edan’s mental state. Not when “pathetic” was so much more apt.

Stumbling on shaky legs, Edan collected his materials and returned them to the front desk before beelining straight to the exit. He’d learned everything he could from what the library had to offer. Sticking around now would no doubt only lead to further embarrassment. The best thing he could do now was barricade himself and his blue balls inside his house and wait for this whole mess to blow over, though he had to confess that he was using the word “best” rather liberally.

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vesteneris · 3 months

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I love your Annie design soo much and the hc that her stylist dyed her hair red to match the capitol fashion more, I was wondering if you have any more Annie hcs? I would love to hear them ^^

ofc i have more hc, and sketches! >my Annie was a confident career >if it comes to her look she was latina with dark curly hair, and freackles all over her body

>from kinda rich family, her father had few fishing boats and she was going to take over the buisness after him, she was working with 16 yo old boy, who was later in the games with her (he was not a career and she didn’t know he would be in the games before volounteering)

>her bodycount in the games was 2 (bloodbath and the last standing opponent) on her own and next 3 when she was working with her District partner, so 5 in totall, and it was Annie's idea to cause an avalanche of rocks that crushed their camp, my girlie was determined to win

>my arena for 70th games is inspired by the Green Canyon in Turkey, mostly bc there is a dam right there

>when everyone was thinking about her as a confident career she mostly wear bright solid colours

(Everyday working clothes, Reaping outfit, 2 in-between-the-trainings outfits, and dress for the interview with ceasar)

>shes pretty tall (about 178cm)

>after her victory when everyone thought that she win because of her luck not her skills, her stylist starts to dress her in pastel colours that washed her out, to make her look more pale and innocent

>they also dyied her hair red and straighten it, get rid of most of her freackles, starts to just in general making her more white, just everything to make her look more Capitol

>when they finally become a couple with finnick i imagine theyre dynamic kinda like this

Like, c’mon, theyre both teenagers basicly, ofc they’ll be stupid together

>more than 1 year after her games annie could function pretty well (like, for her, not totally at her own, still with nightmares and with screaming crying throwing up, losing in her own thoughts etc) but whenever she would be put in public the capitol would put her on so many calming drugs to make sure she wouldn’t make a scene that she couldn’t even speak and wasn’t mentally present at all

>the whole crown for a Victor from president Snow? Don’t remember a thing. Learn that she was crowned from posters and tv

>thats kinda how her friendship with Johanna started, the new Victor was asked to hang out with previous games winner to make it look like Annie was cool and normal

>theyre trio of besties, Annie, Finnick and Johanna, No one can change my mind

thank you very much for the question anon, I’m just so happy that someone asked me this, I love talking about my version of Annie

#I also hope that you’ll love my future posts about her #Cuz once im done with my exams im unstoppable #annie cresta fanart #annie cresta #thg fanart #hunger games fanart #thg finnick #finnick x annie #odesta fanart #odesta #career Annie #ask #hunger games #catching fire #mokingjay

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ravencincaide · 7 months

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If only you’d hold my hand

Summary: A year ago you would have cried from joy seeing the positive sign on the pregnancy test, now you are torn. If only Dazai was there, holding your hands, as you were making the most important decisions of your lives.

Pairing: Dazai x fem! Reader

Prompt Sweetober 1: Handholding

Warning: heavily implied abortion, cursing, hurt-kinda comfort?

Enjoy

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A year ago you would have been crying in joy. You would have bounced around the room in pure happiness, dancing and screaming. You would have run through the mafia base towards your lover's office and thrown your arms around him before pulling him up into a celebratory dance. You would have laughed and cried tears of fear, happiness and longing as you worked towards remodeling your bedroom for your future bundle of joy. And he would have been right there beside you, with you, holding your hands and kissing your stomach. Dazai would have clung to you like gum, holding you in his lap during paperwork or have you sit in the chair beside him during meetings. Your hands intertwined underneath the table. You would have sneaked glances at him only to be met with warm chocolate eyes staring right back at you. Warmth only you’d know.

A year ago you wouldn’t have hesitated to keep it.

Now as you sat on the cold bed in the empty bedroom you were not so certain. The room was large, fitting both a king sized bed in one end, a private bathroom with a walk-in closet beside it, and a full office in the opposite end, through a wide doorway with no door. Equipped with a large wooden desk, several bookshelves and a couch with a smaller table right beside the doorway. On the table stood an empty vase- the flowers had long since wilted and not been replaced. There wasn’t much in that end of the room besides dust. You rarely sat at the desk anymore and Dazai had been too busy to come to your room in weeks. It was days since you last saw him, not having the energy to get out of bed and seek him out. Unsurprisingly he didn’t come to visit you either.

You turned your attention back to the pregnancy tests laying innocently on the bedside table. There were three in total, each one holding a positive indicator; one a smiley, one a plus sign and one two lines. What was supposed to be joyous news felt just like a chain around your neck. You knew you had to make choices and you knew you had to do them fast. But you didn’t know if you were ready for it. If you didn’t have Dazai’s support then you’d effectively be a single mother. You’d be bringing your child not only into a world of darkness but also a world of struggle. It took two to make the baby and it was supposed to be a joint decision yet here you were attempting to solve everything by yourself- again.

You took a deep breath and stood up. Throwing over a black coat you wrapped it tightly around yourself before leaving the room, heading towards the opposite side of the building. It was early in the morning, sun had barely risen in the sky yet already there was so much commotion. Staff, both mafia and ordinary people employed for mundane tasks such as cleaning and cooking, were rushing around the base to get things in order. Pouring tea and coffee by gallons for early birds preparing to leave for missions, and late owls returning back. Bandages here, reports there. Someone was hitting the printer to get it to print faster, while another was crying in the corner over a pile of broken guns.

The ordinary commotion-filled existence.

You made your way quickly through the hallways. The smell of coffee made you feel nauseous, all the running was making you dizzy and yelling was giving you a headache. Still people made sure to step out of your way as you passed and only a few attempted some small talk, which you waved off apologetically. Once you turned a corner towards Dazai’s office, you could see several mafia members outside, their eyes flickering from the watch on their wrist to the paperwork in their hands. They were waiting for their turn to speak to the boss. Brushing past them you reached up and rapped your knuckles against the wooden door. Growing impatient you knocked again.

A moment passed before a stern ‘enter’ echoed out into the hallway, making the mafia closest to you move towards you intending to enter with you. You didn’t spare them a glance as you entered your lover's office, closing the door firmly behind yourself in their face. They were waiting before- they wouldn’t die from waiting a little longer.

You took a deep breath as you eyed the dark space. The window was closed with the curtains and the only light came from a small lamp stationed on the large oak table directly opposite the door. The massive oak desk was the only thing separating you from Dazai. There were no chairs in the room aside from the one Dazai was using and a single couch in the very corner to the side, partially hidden behind a bookshelf. You knew from before that behind that bookshelf was a smaller room with a fireplace, a tiny glass table and that ugly green couch you used to always complain about. You wondered if it was still there, half longing towards the velvety material. Or maybe it was the memory of laying crammed together with Dazai on it, naked and sweaty, that you actually missed.

“ What do you need?” Dazai asked you, finally breaking the silence. There was no malice in his voice but no love either. You wondered how long ago he stopped seeing you as his partner and lover and more as a responsibility. You wondered if he’d speak the same way to your child too. The feeling of melancholy grew deeper as you moved towards him, staying silent until you stood right beside him.

“ Dazai we need to talk” you said, placing your hand on top of his hand, halting his writing. His fingers twitched slightly underneath your touch, his grip tightening on the pen. He didn’t let it go. You watched the drop of ink gather in the same place in the report, growing bigger and bigger.

“ It can wait, can’t it?” he barely spared you a glance as his hand twitched again, eager to continue writing. You wondered when things had come to this- when the childhood adoration turned into obligation- when love dulled to the point reports were more important than you?

“ No it can't.” You let a bit of urgency slip into your voice, praying that it would tug on whatever strings in his heart that still held warmths for you. Instead of his attention, you got an exasperated sigh.

“ Y/N I have a meeting in five minutes” he motioned his second hand towards the paperwork as if you had somehow missed the pile with reports, another pile containing files on mafia members, a third pile with the cost and pay slips, a final pile with upcoming missions that were yet to be assigned.

“ Then cancel it!”

You watched Dazai close his eyes and take a deep breath as if you were asking the world from him. You didn’t back down, staring intensely at him, not breaking your concentration even as there came another knock at the door. When neither of you answered, the door opened and a senior member entered the office, a report in one hand while his second was frozen on the doorknob. He was clearly not expecting to see you in Dazai’s office.

“ We’ll speak at lunch” Dazai finally stated as he shook your hand off his own and turned back to writing. With his other hand he motioned for the mafia member to come closer, indicating where to place his written assessment before he’d be giving the brief summary in person. As the man's eyes flickered to you, you could feel your cheeks growing warm.

You were overstaying your welcome.

Raising your head higher you headed for the door, pausing only when you were about to step outside. “ Please don’t be late, it's really important, Dazai. I won’t have the opportunity to discuss this another time” your glanced back at him, hoping to see any kind of confirmation that he’d be there to meet you for lunch. When he gave you none you walked back out into the hallway leaving the door opened behind you.

You did your best not to feel humiliated.

Heading back to your room you paused only long enough to catch one of the ordinary staff and inform her that you and Dazai would be eating lunch in your room today. You were also careful to request a very special meal for you both, avoiding ingredients you knew made you nauseous or could be harmful for the growing being in your stomach. Wife-tales or not, until you made your decision you intended to be extra cautious.

Once back in the silence of your room, you moved towards the bed and laid down. There were about six hours left until lunch and your intention was to try and sleep at least four of them away. Five hours later, sleep had still not come. At hour six you were newly showered and dressed in a gorgeous little black dress that clung to your chest, a big bow drawing all the attention, leaving the rest of the material to hang loosely around your stomach and all the way down to your knees. Over it you had a simple black bolero. Your hair was up in an elegant bun with a handful of strands framing your face. You had even gone so far as to apply make up, the lush red lips matching the dark red of your fingernails.

The maid you had spoken to earlier was giving you envious glances as you sat at the small glass table. A light lunch was placed in front of you accompanied with a glass of plain water for you and a small bottle of champagne for Dazai.

Either to celebrate or to drown sorrows in.

The maid left the small wagon not too far away with the rest of the things you requested before she trotted out of the room. The time was 12:30 and Dazai was nowhere in sight. You did your best not to glance at the clock every minute, not to count seconds in your head.

As the clock finally hit two PM you stood up, tossing your bolero into your empty seat. You headed back to your bed and the bedside table, opening the top draw. You pulled out your wallet, documents and car keys before pushing the positive pregnancy tests into the draw.

Tears strung at your eyes at the sight of them.

Turning your face away you took a steadying breath, half hoping that Dazai would burst through the door with a flustered look on his face, apologies pouring out of his lips. But the door remained closed with no sight of your lover anywhere. Unable to take the waiting any longer you headed out of your room and towards the garage where your car was parked. You sat there for another half an hour in hopes that he’d call or text you. When nothing happened you let out a scream of anguish, a combined feeling of anger and betrayal fueling your actions.

The clock shone 14;36 and you knew you couldn’t possibly wait any longer.

You turned on your vehicle and pulled out of the garage, heading towards one of the few operational abortion clinics in the city. The entire drive your eyes were shifting towards the phone, sincerely hoping that Dazai would call you. That he’d ask for you, beg you to come back and plead for a chance to talk about it. You fantasized him grasping onto you, on his knees with his face buried into your stomach whispering sweet promises about doing better. Promising you that things would go back to the way they were.

Yet as the phone remained silent and the clinic drew closer you understood that it was not going to happen. Dazai was not going to call you, either because he didn’t care enough about you compared to work, or because he actually didn’t want the child you made together. The thought stung and filled you with a sense of confirmation that you were doing the right thing, for all of you.

Still it was a heavy decision and one that left you crying for longer and harder than you ever had in your entire life, uttering meaningless apologies, followed by curses towards yourself. You cried and cried as you arrived at the clinic moments before it closed, as you met your doctor who was the first to tell you about your pregnancy, and then after the appointment when you sat in your car, with those bloody tears that still wouldn’t stop falling. You stayed there alone in the parking lot as hours ticked away, one by one until darkness fell. Only then did you finally start the car, driving back in a daze, running red lights and stopping at green ones. It was good there was little to no traffic. You managed to get back safely though you didn’t know how much point there was in that. You didn’t know what to expect when you got back or if you wanted to go back. Still you gathered your things, locked your car and headed back towards your chambers, not once glancing at a single mafia member which passed you by.

For once none of them tried to talk to you.

Entering your room you were startled to see Dazai sitting on the edge of your bed, the opened bottle of champagne in one hand and the plastic package containing baby carrots in his other. On top of the bedside drawer laid three positive pregnancy tests, not how you left them.

Your eyes drifted away from Dazai and towards the table where the food from your earlier lunch still stood untouched. The bolero you carelessly tossed in your chair was now hung over the back of it. If you stare long enough you could almost envision your few-hours-younger-self sitting in that chair, your head in your hand as you stared out of the window into the bright blue sky. Naively hoping and praying that he would keep his promise, that he cared.

So foolish.

“ Y/N, is there something you want to tell me?” Dazai asked as he finally stood up, leaving behind the champaign and carrots, and walked over to you. You stubbornly refused to look at him. From your perspective there was nothing more you had to stay to him. “ Y/N?”

A bitter smile tugged on your lips as you turned and stared blankly at him. There were no tears left in you to cry. Just a bitter numbness that ached away at your very soul. “ It’s too late.” you whispered, as Dazai took your icy hands between his own warm ones, raising them to his lips, blowing softly onto the fingertips. There was a gentleness in the action you forgot he was capable of.

Oh if only he’d held your hands like this just a few hours earlier.

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