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lord-of-the-harvest · 8 months

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Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Rut Day One

Summary: Cont. of Chapter 14. It’s the first official day of Ren’s rut, and the only thing on his mind is taking care of and breeding his Jasmine.

Contains: Physical/mental abuse, possession, piss, feederism, humiliation, inhuman genitalia, rut, breeding, mentions of medication, somnophilia, DEAD DOVE

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The next few days consisted of Jasmine forcing Ren to take his medication, despite his insistence he doesn’t need them. He would take it, go to work, and come back ready to start his rut. Jasmine did all she could, almost resorting to hiding his pill in meat or cheese. It’s when he started nipping at her is when she finally gave up on it. One day, she woke up to a disgusting, awful smell. Dawn had just come, and Ren’s alarm hadn’t even gone off. Yet there he was, at his edge of the bed, pissing on the sheets. After waking up and getting over her blatant shock, she spoke up. “Ren? Fucking excuse me? What are you doing?” He quickly turned his attention to her and almost pounced. “Pet, you’re up! You looked so beautiful while you were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you. Good morning…” He dragged out his last sentence, and slowly pulled the covers off of her. He used them to cover up his stains, which didn’t do anything about the smell. Makes sense why he put down a mattress cover, but God that’s gross. She got up to use the restroom, but Ren came around to her side of the bed and forced her back down. “No, Pet, you can’t leave. Stay here where it’s safe, and warm, and comfortable!” He had a wild look on his face that was only amplified by his recent shedding and eye bags. “Ren, I was just getting up to use the bathroom, alright?” He gestured to the spot he just used and smiled. “No, Ren, I want to use a toilet. Is that…okay?” His expression fell, and he looked mad. “Sure, fine, use it. Why don’t you rip my fucking heart out too while you’re at it?” Jasmine had become expectant of his outbursts, but didn’t think he’d get so possessive over using the bathroom. “…you want me to piss in the bed? Really?” He nodded, a small smile returning to his face. “The nest, but yes, I do. It’s ours, after all.” His tail wagged at the mention of it being theirs. He loved having her as a pet, but now he wanted her to indulge him. Jasmine looked down, seeing the bulge growing in his sweatpants. “Okay Ren, how about this, I’ll…mark our territory now, but next time I use the toilet.” He smiled and pressed himself against the mattress. God this is so fucking humiliating.

Jasmine shifted and squatted over the foot of the bed while trying to avoid where she actually sleeps. Ren intervened, bringing her knees down and arching her back slightly. He had a perfect view of her, and couldn’t stop himself from humping the mattress. What the-I don’t even think I can go like this! She let her mind escape into another world, trying to distract herself. Ren waited patiently for her to start, and Jasmine could feel his gaze burning into her ass. She took a deep breath and relaxed herself, thinking of a running waterfall and a trickling tap. It wasn’t too long before she could feel a trickle run past her lips and onto the sheets. “Fuuuuck yes, good girl.” Ren spread her cheeks and watched her go, licking his lips. This cannot be happening, he’s done weird shit before, but this is just gross. He was breathing heavily while he watched, and Jasmine squirmed at the invasive attention. She finally moved away from him when he bent down and sniffed her heat. “Ren, I’m going to go make some coffee, you want some?” She tried distracting him as best she could from her performance, shifting the topic to something more human. Ren grabbed her thigh, smiling, but not answering her question. “I have something for youuu~” He scurried off to the closet and Jasmine sat up on the bed. He brought back a black box with a light orange ribbon and placed it in front of Jasmine. “Open it!” He bent over the bed and his tail swished back and forth. Jasmine slowly pulled apart the bow and lifted the lid up. Dammit, I need to stop giving him the benefit of the doubt, what the Hell was I expecting? She looked down at the fox ear headband and matching tails. Unlike many of the other gifts he’s gotten her, these were relatively basic, as there were no bows, lace, or gems attached. They were simple, yet hyper realistic, fox themed ears. One of the two tails had a black strap meant to go around her hips, and the other had a gold butt plug attached at the base. Both were long and fluffy, and the ears were on a secure looking headband. “You…want me to wear these, sweetie? Not any of my other underwear?” He quickly nodded his head, and nudged the box towards her. “I don’t want you in anything else, just this.” Jasmine lifted the ears and placed them on her head. Ren got up on the bed and adjusted them, kissing her forehead. “Now the tail! Do the banded one first.” He lifted up her night dress as Jasmine undid the clasp on it. She tried ignoring his wandering eyes and touchy hands while she strapped it around herself. She slid off the bed, stood up, and did a spin for Ren. “Hmmm yesss, good girl! I love it!” He grabbed her hips, brought her close, and shoved his face in her neck. Alright, I need coffee before this keeps going.

Ren followed Jasmine to the kitchen while keeping his hand on her the whole time. She started the coffee maker, took some eggs and bacon out of the fridge, and lit up the stove. She had turned away for just a second, only to look back to see Ren eating raw bacon right out of the bag. “Ren, please wait for me to cook it first. I’m not kissing you again till you brush your teeth.” He put down the strip, mid bite. “I promise it’s good like this, it’s even better for you! Try it.” Jasmine took the strip he held out to her and placed it in the pan, letting it sizzle. “No, sweetie, I’m not eating raw meat. You know I can’t do that.” Jasmine turned her attention to the stove and started whisking eggs together. She had to swat Ren’s hand away a few times when he reached for them, but gave up when he popped a whole raw egg in his mouth. Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll go away. Or, at the very least, stop annoying me. She did just that, so Ren held her from behind and pressed himself against her ass. He followed her across the kitchen, and she tried to ignore his blatant dry humping. “Let’s eat in the nest, Pet!” Ren finally let go, grabbed both plates, and nudged her towards the “nest”. Thank God I didn’t brew him anything, he does not need coffee right now. As they entered, the smell hit her like a brick wall. Ren was all too happy to cuddle up in the bed and start eating. Jasmine hesitated, but figured it was best to follow along with him. She picked at her food and held her breath, while Ren wolfed his down and put his plate on the floor. He watched Jasmine eat, encouraging her to do so slowly. When she finished he hopped up and ran to the kitchen. He brought her fruit, snacks, chips, and insisted she eat more. He’d go back and forth between staring at her mouth and belly, and even put his hands on her to rub at her stomach. “Ren? What’s this for?” He looked up at her, smiling. “I want you bigger, of course! You’d be so beautiful with a bigger waist.” Jasmine told herself over and over again it was just his rut, but she feared this behavior would last longer than a week.

After she ate more than she really could, Ren threw the wrappers and plates on the floor and pushed her back onto the bed. He started kissing her jaw, her neck, her chest, then her stomach. “Fuck…I can’t wait any longer, I need you, Pet~” He brought her legs up and shoved his nose in her lap, making Jasmine gasp. He sniffed and licked at her till she was moaning and wet. He slowly humped the mattress again as he groped and kissed up and down her thighs. When he deemed her wet enough, he tore off his pants and rubbed himself against her entrance. Jasmine looked down and gasped, his cock was reddish and his knot was already bigger than usual. She didn’t have time to question or comment on it before he rammed it into her, making her scream in pleasure and pain. “Fuuuuck! Ren-ah, I-ow!” He ignored her scream and focused on ramming into her, all while tearing up her hips with his claws. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, grunting and whining into her ear. It felt more like being attacked and bred by a wild animal rather than making love to her partner, but of course, that’s what a rut is. It’s messy, erratic, and dangerous. Ren could barely keep a steady pace, unlike how he usually does, as he could only focus on going fast and hard. It wasn’t long before he climaxed into Jasmine, spilling his hot cum inside her, and knotting her in the process. It felt like hot lava, and her walls burned from his engorged knot. His hips sputtered and she wrapped her legs around him, trying to get him to stay still and ease herself into the pain. He collapsed on top of her, and the two caught their breaths. Jasmine was about to speak up, to tell him to calm down or that it hurt, but Ren had caught his breath and started rutting into her again. His knot kept him inside her as he thrusted his cum deeper and deeper into her womb. “Ren-unh please-aah calm down!” She was used to him being rough with her, but he would usually slow down if she asked. Instead of obliging, he growled in her ear and kept humping into her like a rabid animal. I’m going to be nothing but a doll for him to bite and cum into, and that’s all I’ll be for the next week! I don’t know if I can take it, I don’t…ahhhh~ Despite the pain and obvious humiliation of being a half step above a fleshlight, the pain Jasmine felt soon turned to pleasure, and could feel herself getting wetter. I’m nothing…but a doll…for this animal to bite…and cum into…and that’s all I’ll…ever be… Her sanity was already slipping, and she started to get off to the humiliation.

Ren came inside her two more times before finally slowing down. Jasmine was a mess, with tears and drool struck across her face. They were both breathing erratically, but could rest now, even with Ren’s knot still inside her. “S-sorry, Sweetie, I’ve been a little pent up lately.” Jasmine’s brain had turned to mush, but she still managed to respond. “S’okay Ren, I…I get it.” They cuddled and waited for Ren’s knot to go down. When it finally did, he pulled himself out, and Jasmine felt his cum drip out of her. Ren must have felt it too, since he immediately bent down and tried shoving it back in with his fingers. “Ren! No, bad boy.” Jasmine smacked his hand away, and Ren looked shocked. “Sweetie, you know I’m not actually going to get pregnant…right?” Before meeting him, Jasmine had had a Nexplanon bar inserted in her arm as her choice of birth control. It’s the only reason why she’s lasted this long with Ren without already getting pregnant. He looked down at what he was doing and apologized. “Sorry Pet, I guess I got a little carried away again.” He blushed and smiled softly at her, wiping his hand on the sheets beneath him. He got behind her and threw his arm around her waist. “So, what do you think of this so far? Think you can take more of me?” Jasmine sighed and gripped his arm, pushing herself back into him. “If it stays exactly like this and you don’t get any more intense? Sure, I can handle it. That isn’t going to happen, though, isn’t it?” Ren chuckled and took a deep breath, taking in her scent. “No, Pet, it’s not going to stay this way, but I think it’s cute how you think it might.” The combination of her scent, her naivety, and just the thought of himself getting more intense made Ren hard again, and he was ready for another round.

The rest of the day was full of fucking, feeding, and Ren trying to get Jasmine to use the bed as a bathroom again. Although he was acting like a feral animal, he would have moments of sanity in between orgasms. They didn’t last long, and he would soon go back to furiously humping her each time, but Jasmine appreciated the moments of softness that came with it. She was even sort of warming up to his rut. Ren did all the work, he licked and bangaged her wounds, and she was served food in bed throughout the day. He even offered to carry her to the bathroom, which in hindsight was just a way for him to follow her in and watch her like the creep he is, but she still appreciated the spoiling. The day was coming to an end, and Ren could feel his body crashing from exhaustion. He barely ate all day, despite Jasmine offering him her food. He made one last run to the kitchen and came back with a pint of ice cream for Jasmine, and raw chicken and pasta for himself. He teared into the chicken with his teeth, transfixed on Jasmine, who was delicately eating her ice cream with a spoon. He used his hands for everything he ate, so Jasmine forced him to wash up after. She took him to the bathroom, washed his face and hands, and he begrudgingly thanked her. After that, they both fell into bed and fell asleep for the night. Throughout the night, Jasmine could’ve sworn she felt Ren grinding against her, but chalked it up to a strange recurring dream of hers. They were both so tired, neither of them noticed Jasmine’s phone buzzing with a text message.

Notes: I am so incredibly sorry, I just started writing and couldn’t help getting weird with it. I hope you all enjoyed it, there will be more piss to come :( Anyways, those of you with a breeding kink are gonna go crazy for the next few chapters, just you wait!

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #ren hana #tpof fox #tpof announcer #tpof fanfic #omegaverse #heat/rut #Ren Hana piss boy #piss kink

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snailfen · 1 year

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fave starter from each region GO :)

FUUUUCK this is so harddd

kanto: bulbbasau r.... i love it so much i have the build-a-bear bulbasaur and its literally the ideal plushie shape i can hug it in so many ways and its not too small for me and i love sleeping with it every night. i named him bloom and hes got a scarf. my specialest little boy :)

johto: cyndaquil! such a funky little hedgehog thing.... idk why people think its a bear/ferret/rat or whatever

hoenn: fun fact i have alpha sapphire but i dont have space to download it (yet) so hoenn is the one region i havent seen yet! im planning on getting mudkip bc i love that water beast

sinnoh: i used to think all three sinnoh starters were ugly as a kid but tbh.... theyve all grown on me. but if i had to pick a favorite!! Chimchar

unova: now THIS is the region i grew up on. i loved watching the anime as a kid and i have fond memories of all the starters. so like i hate having to pick a favorite bc theyre all my beloved.... maaaybe oshawott????

kalos: pokemon x was my first ever game but despite that i dont remember too much about it.... ill have to say chespin :)

alola: popplio! gen 7 is pretty special to me because this is the first time i was able to follow the release of a game in real time (i had a hard time following the release of oras cus i kept forgetting abt it i think). as a wc kid litten was my number 1 choice the second i laid my eyes on it. i was a popplio defender though! but then. Incineroar dropped and 11 y/o me had never been more disappointed and i was filled with a rage never seen before. but!!! then Primarina was revealed after it and its design.... its cry mesmerized me and my angry spirit was calmed. plus it had the same typing as my number 1 buddy!! (azumarill)

galar: scorbunny. i actually dont have anything to say about this one sorry scorbunny

paldea: sprigatito because again. warrior cats kid but also mad scientist catgirl ceo! i need minions. im prolly still gonna go with this one once i get scvi lole

#pokemon #asks #ask games #mutuals

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anglophiletraveler · 2 years

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In My Life

I really wanted to have a clever picture collage to go along with this new chapter, but alas, it's not meant to be this week.

Chapter 7

While My Guitar Weeps

Written By George Harrison

This is a different type of chapter. It’s a little sad as we delve into Demelza’s childhood. I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard While My Guitar Weeps before today. But it seemed very fitting for this chapter. The lyric “I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love. I don’t know how someone controlled you. They bought and sold you” jumped out at me when thinking of Demelza. Plus, if you listen to the song, there is amazing orchestration in the background of the song. You can hear violins, and very possibly a cello or two, so I thought that was “fitty” for Demelza. Also, another fact of this song, George Harrison had Eric Clapton play the lead guitar on this song so he could concentrate on his lead vocals and the rhythm guitar.

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The sunlight was peaking through the dark blue curtains of Ross’s bedroom. Ross was on his side with his arm stretched over a sleeping Seamus. The canine rolled slightly and placed a paw over his eye as if the sun was starting to bother him. Then there was another wiggle and a slight whine from Seamus. Ross stirred and covered his eyes with his arm replicating Seamus. Pretty soon Seamus became anxious and felt the need to go outside. He stared at Ross as if by looking at him he could will him to wake up. When that didn’t work he scooted closer to Ross and laid his head on his chest. Ross grumbled and rolled the opposite direction. That was it. Seamus couldn’t handle it anymore and started barking to get some. “No Seamus, it’s too early.” Seamus started whining and making noises that sounded like he was actually talking to his master. “Stoooop! Seamus it’s Saturday morning. We can sleep in today.” Seamus stood up on the bed and was barking now! “Fuuuuck Seamus!!” Ross gave up, started growling at Seamus, pulled his comfy robe on, and headed for the back door. A couple of years ago he had decided to fence in the back garden for Seamus to run around in and not have to worry about him getting out into the neighbours gardens. Ross opened the door and Seamus bolted through his legs, practically knocking Ross down. He noticed that most of the autumn leaves had come down from the trees leaving a golden blanket on the ground. Seamus was enjoying the extra sniffing around the leaves, then started to roll around in them. Ross was not amused. “Hurry up Seamus!” The beautiful dog sniffed around some more until he was satisfied. “Here boy, c’mon get in here!!” Seamus came running back inside. Ross filled up his water dish and food dish. Ross was rubbing Seamus while he ate, “Maybe later on we can go back outside and run around. Hmm would you like that buddy?” He looked around the kitchen trying to decide on whether to go back to bed, or to just accept the fact that he was up for the day. He saw that the clock on the stove said 8:24. “You know Seamus I was really looking forward to sleeping in today, but nooooooo!” He chuckled at his friend’s face. “I guess I might as well stay up and get my laundry started. Oh what joy.” The coffee maker was beginning to create a wonderful smell. Dwight had pulled into a shop on the way home for Ross to pop in quickly and get a few things to get him through the morning. He started frying up some bacon while he decided on frying a couple of eggs sunny-side up. A couple pieces of bread were toasting in the toaster.

Ross had sat at the kitchen table while he devoured his breakfast, scrolling through his phone. He stopped at the one picture that he had of Demelza that he took of her when she wasn’t looking. He hoped that he had been as sly at taking it as he thought so she didn’t think he was a creeper. Crikey, she's beautiful. He was wondering what she would be doing today. Probably sleeping in since she has a performance tonight. A performance tonight…. Why didn’t I find out where it is!! Oh, but maybe that would be too much, too soon. I don’t want to scare her off. She told me that she wouldn’t be able to see me until during the week, so that’s what I’ll stick to.

*****

Ross had sorted his laundry, and was now on his way to the dry cleaners. He had become quite fastidious about his clothes and laundry over the years. He always had a huge bill at the dry cleaners between all of his suits, ties and expensive jumpers. About the only things he didn’t take were his jeans, t-shirts and his boxers.

“Good morning Mr. Poldark. How are ye tday.”

Ross smiled to himself hearing Drake’s Cornwall accent. “Good morning Drake, I’m fine, how are you?”

“Very well sir. Haven't seen ye for a couple o weeks.”

“Ah, I've been in New York for a couple of weeks for work. Hence the large amount of suits and things that I have today.”

“Okay let’s go through this and make sure we have everything…. Six suits, 3 waist coats, 9 dress shirts, and 3 jumpers. Do ye want your usual order for starch and scent?”

“Yes please. Oh and this shirt here might need some extra attention from the stain on it. I tried to get it out in my room but it’s not completely out. And can you have this delivered to my home when it’s done, please?”

“Ais sir. I’ll handle it meself. Will Tuesday or Wednesday work for you?”

“Yes, that’s fine Drake. Tuesday will be good. I have a couple of suits and shirts at home to get me through.”

Ross prepaid for his drycleaning for the discount, including a tip for Drake.

“Very good sir. Thank ye for your business.”

“Do you have any plans for the weekend, Drake?”

“Aye sir. I’m going to the symphony tonight.”

“Oh wow, I never would have pictured you as a classical music fan.”

“Aye sir. My sister got me into it years ago.”

“Well, have a good time. See you Tuesday.”

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Demelza’s Saturdays were usually spent with her cello, and this Saturday was no different. She was zoned out in the corner of her bedroom sitting with her cello. She had started with the same warm ups that she had learned in college, and was pulling out her music for tonight’s performance. She always tackled the most difficult piece or her least favourite piece first, so she went for the Bach piece. She could hear James and Henry warming up with their instruments as well. She often wondered if their neighbours ever complained about having three musicians playing at all times of the day and night. Although, she did know that there were other musicians that lived in the neighbourhood. This was one of her favourite times of the day, when all three musicians were practising at the same time. Even with all of the music going on, it was still a peaceful and calming time for her when the thoughts of her childhood would disappear from her mind.

*****

To say that Demelza’s family was dysfunctional is a huge understatement. She was the eldest of a family of six kids, all brothers younger than her. Demelza was named after her mother who also had red hair. Once her mother told her that their shared name meant ‘thy sweetness’. It seemed like her mother was always pregnant from her drunken father never leaving her alone. They lived in a 3 bedroom shack in Illugan that had at one time been a mining shack. It was always cold from little insulation and cracks in the walls. Besides the three bedrooms, there was just a bathroom with an old clawfoot bathtub that had a makeshift shower installed in it. The old white porcelain sink was cracked and never held water and the medicine cabinet above it had a cracked mirror for a door. Demelza remembered when it was cracked from the time that her father shoved her mother’s head into it. She could still picture the blood dripping down the mirror before she cleaned it up after tending to her mother.

Demelza used to beg her mother to leave her father…. Take them all away from this violence, but the elder Demelza would just say, “Twon’t do no good. I donna have any mony to go anywhere. Nobody wants t’take in six kids and their mama. He’d just come out an find us anyway. Probly make things worse.” When Tom Carne wasn’t using his fists on his wife, he used them on Demelza. His usual excuse was that she was a girl. Her back bore the scars of the times he used his belt on her. Now, she rarely ever wears a bathing suit or a dress with a low back because of those scars.

When Demelza was 13 her mother had finally worn out and Demelza found her dead one day when she came home from school. She had been sitting on the couch and actually had a slight smile on her face, and her bruised arms folded in her lap. To see her like that made Demelza think that she just decided to sit down and die. “Oh mama,” she cried. “You’re finally free from this livin hell. I love you mama and I promise I’ll make you proud of me.” Demelza told people that she died from a broken heart.

Life became harder for Demelza after her mother’s death. She used to just help her mother with the other children, but now she had the sole responsibility of making sure the brothers were clean and fed and made it to school on time. Heaven knows her dad wasn’t going to make sure it was done. Fridays were the worst because it was Tom Carne’s payday, and most of his check was spent at the local pub before he even stepped foot in the door. Then he would come home blaming everything on Demelza and beat her for it. If there wasn’t food in the house it was her fault, if the tea wasn’t done in time it was her fault. If her brothers’ clothes were dirty it was her fault. Of course he would make sure the bruises were in places that couldn’t be seen on Monday morning. Then he would pass out. That’s when Demelza was able to sneak a little money out of his wallet without him noticing it. By the time he woke the next day he wouldn’t remember how much he spent at the pub. Hopefully he would give her more to get groceries in the house.

It was in 9th grade that Dem took notice of the orchestra at school. She started hanging out around the band room when she could just to watch and listen to the music. It mesmerised her. The first time she heard a cello solo she was in love with the tone and the way the cello player leaned into his instrument and felt the music. She loved to watch the bow go back and forth while the musician placed his fingers at certain spots on the neck of the cello. The orchestra teacher kept his eye on Demelza and noticed her hanging around the band room for a couple of weeks. He could tell that she was intrigued. One day he approached her.

“How are you today?”

“I didn’t take anythin I promis sir. I jus love lisnen t the music. But I didn’t touch anythin, I promis.” She got up and started to scurry away like a rat.

“Slow down there! I didn’t say you took anything. You don’t have to leave, unless you have another class that you should be in.”

“Oh no sir, this is my free time, ifn I donna ave any work t do, I like t come dow here and listen.”

“Good, good. Do you play an instrument?”

“Oh no sir. My da would nevr buy me somethin like that. He would think it stupid.”

“Well would you like to learn an instrument? I could teach you here at school. The semester has already started, but I could give you private lessons after school to get you caught up with the other students… at no cost of course.”

“Oh Judas sir! I donna know ow tha could appen. I always afta run home afta school to do me chores and take care o me brothers, and get supper on the table befor me da ge home.”

The teacher could sense the kind of home life this child had. Her appearance was a little rough around the edges, and skinnier than a stick. Her red hair probably needed a good scrubbing, and her clothes were obviously not hers. But when she watched the orchestra practice, her big blue eyes became even bigger than saucers. He had to help this girl out.

“I’m Mr. Taylor. I teach all of the sections of the orchestra. What might be your name?”

She wasn’t sure if she should answer him in case she was in trouble, but she eventually gave in. “Demelza Carne.”

“Nice to meet you Demelza Carne. I would love to help you learn an instrument. I won’t charge you for lessons, but like I said you would need to get caught up with the rest of the students, so we would have to find a time to meet that would work out for you. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble at home.”

“Oh sir, I would be that glad if I could. Which instrument could I play?”

“Well, which one do you think you would like to play?” He was trying to make sure that she knew that he was being sincere by the tone of his voice. He didn’t want to scare her away.

“Oh sir, I would love t play the cello! I just love the sound it do make. Sometimes it can sound so mournful. Like someone is cryin.”

The teacher was touched by her insight into the instrument.

“But I donna hav money to buy one.”

“You leave that up to me Demelza. I’ll find a cello for you.”

Demelza’s eyes were starting to tear up at this point. “Oh sir. I would be that glad… I donna what to say. You donna even know me and yer bein so kind t me.”

Mr. Taylor handed her a box of tissues to dab her eyes with. He was so touched by this waif of a girl.

“Alright Demelza. Just leave everything to me. I’ll talk to the head mistress about your class schedule and see what we can do. Now, I think the bell is about to ring for the next class. Are you okay to go on to your next class?”

“Oh yes sir. I’m so excited I won be able t sleep tonight!”

“Just one thing Demelza.”

“Whas that sir?”

“Please stop calling me sir!” he chuckled.

“Oh yessir, I mean Mr. Taylor! She giggled and skipped off to her next class.

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Demelza was running that fateful day with Mr. Taylor, through her mind as she got ready for the performance. She thought about it often and how grateful she was that Mr. Taylor had found her and mentored her. She doubted that he knew that he had saved her life that day…

She was dressed in a pair of black palazzo pants and a black see-through blouse over a silk camisole. The blouse had gentle ruffles around the v-neck, just low enough to show the creaminess of her skin. There were ruffles around her wrists as well. She felt so pretty in this blouse, feminine. Her hair was beautifully styled in long curls hanging down over her shoulders. She was applying her red lipstick when she heard James yelling out for her.

“Dem! Let’s go!! It’s 5 on the dot and Henry has the car warming up for us! We can’t miss our call!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming down.” She had brought her cello down earlier in the day so she wouldn’t have to worry about carrying it down the stairs in her black heels because she could be a klutz.

“Is it raining?”

“Nope. Just a little chill in the air. You look beautiful! Is that a new blouse?”

“Ais. I picked it up in New York. It cost a fortune, but I couldn’t resist! Does it look alright? I was wondering if it was too scandalous to wear for a performance? You look pretty handsome in your tux.”

James chuckled to himself whenever her speech reverted back to Cornwall. He knew she was sensitive about it, so he didn’t tease her about it. “No, no it’s fine. It’s beautiful. I wouldn’t call it scandalous, you have a cami underneath it. But we have to get gone. You take the violin case and I’ll carry your cello.”

“Wow, that’s awfully nice of you. Thank you James. I’d give you a kiss but I don’t think the maestro would like the red lips on your cheek!”

“Mmmm probably not! Is your brother Drake going to be in attendance tonight?”

“Yes he is! We’re going out after the performance for drinks. Would you like to go with?”

“I thought you’d never ask! Now off we go to the Barbican!”

While My Guitar Weeps

Written by George Harrison

I look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor

And I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don’t know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you

I look at the world

And I notice it’s turning

While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don’t know how you were inverted

No one alerted you

I look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

(Look) look at you all

Still my guitar weeps.

#aidan turner #modernpoldark #dean o'gorman #modern poldark #ross poldark #work in progress #poldarkfanfic modernpoldark au demelzacarne rosspoldark workinprogress

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a-storied-mindx · 2 years

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I didn’t feel too good when I woke up today. I think I’m just flat out exhausted. I havnt had a good nights sleep in I don’t know how long. Not only is my sleep schedule shit, but when I do sleep, I toss and I turn. I wake up constantly and wake up feeling like I didn’t sleep at all, almost more tired than I was when going to sleep.

I woke up around 4 and had a missed call from one of my “bosses” she is one of the ladies who runs the events that I do (the biggest and most profitable one for me). She’s VERY uptight and can be difficult so I always feel like I’m walking on eggshells with her.

Anyways, I had just woke up, still groggy, and had a few missed calls, texts, etc. so I’m looking at all of them. For whatever reason, I think I was still half asleep, I got her name mixed up with a friend of mine. So I see this missed call and think it’s an old friend…which I found weird. Their names start with the same letter but are not super similar so I can’t even blame that lmao. Anyways, I send this text:

About 15-20 seconds after I send the text, it registers in my mind that it’s my boss, not the old friend. Normally I’d just laugh it off but..like I said, uptight, I also don’t think I’m her favorite (how is that possible?)

So I’m like FUUUUCK. I call her right away and apologize, she hadnt seen the text yet so I told her what happened and she said, “interesting…” she wasn’t rude about it but also wasn’t thrilled. Oh well. It’s funny now.

After that I had a few readings and booked a few more for this weekend and next week so that’s good. I made some food for J and decided to get to work. We are in the process of switching rooms and it’s been difficult to get it done because I’ve been so tired but we finally got the old beds moved and the new one in. I got alllllll of our laundry washed, folded, and hung up finally! I got a lot of the stuff put away, still a lot more to do but I made a decent amount of progress.

I cleaned the bathroom which took a while but it looks nice now and also picked up dinner. Jeez. I thought I’d have a lot more to write about because it took me literally 8-10 hours but a lot of it was just time consuming I suppose.

I got a good laugh at the lack of color in my clothes. And this meme also made me laugh:

I’m so tired and hoping I’ll actually get some sleep tonight. I really need it. Maybe I wore myself out enough to actually sleep. Time will tell, I reckon.

#musings

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alalalallla · 11 months

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what a fucky day so far🤣

it started by not actually going to sleep until 5am last night..oops (damn computer game lol)

our air conditioning is broken.. so my house is at 80 degrees. my room faces the morning sun so its at least 85 in there.

so i woke up at 7:30am because it was too damn hot to stay asleep😂 my sister notices im awake and excitedly tells me i HAVE to see something. i follow her, she brings me outside to show me a FROG, sitting on top of a DEAD FLOATING BUNNY, in our pool. bruh lmao

i try to get some more sleep because i have a virtual job interview at 10am.

cant fall asleep, too hot and too bright. so i spend the next two hours processing old trauma from my teenage years. o.o a made up scenario in my head, where i actually DID get sent to rehab, like i was supposed to. and being there, talking with a therapist, as my 18 year old self. like i kinda wish i had done and wish i was able to at that age. because jfc i needed it. :/ got really deep into it. anyway…

time for my virtual interview. i show up 10 minutes early… and realize im 50minutes too late. fuckin googlecalendar gave me the wrong fuckin time zone. BRUH. so.. that was fun.. reading the emails from the poor hiring recruiter “where are you? are you here??” even got calls and texts from her fuuuuck.

its… i did already get a job offer from another place. so im really not all that upset. but i still feel.. guilty? like im a disappointment a bit? like i let somebody down. not a good feeling…:/ but again… i do have another job offer anyway, so i could be feeling much much worse.

anyway i drank a bunch of sugared coffee right before i logged in to do the interview. so now… im caffeine and sugar high on 2 hours of sleep, my head feels like a bag of sand, and im in an uncomfortably warm house.

oh and completely out of food so im eating stale original flavor pringles for breakfast. imma cry if i get another kidney stone.

im supposed to pack everything up and leave for utah today, to be gone for the next 6 months.

aint life a ride?

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dzpenumbra · 2 years

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Bah, it's 5 AM again. I got back on a nocturnal schedule real quick. All it took was not going into nature for a few days, and having very little social contact for a while. You wanna know something fucking nuts, and why I love and hate weed? It makes this voice pop out in the constant noise that is my thoughts. This voice is super insightful, super blunt and just tells me exactly what's up whether I like it or not. I saw some guy on a podcast talk about this, a cannabis growing expert plantologist kinda dude. He was talking about the plant being used as a psychological medicine here, like the cannabis spirit or something. He said, and it obviously stuck with me, "cannabis can show you what's getting between you and happiness." Fucking dead on what this voice is, this voice that is likely a part of me that just gets constantly drowned out by other more loud and needy parts of me. Like my fear.

Before I dive too far off into a tangent on how goddamn crazy that shit is, how huge and dynamically changing the human psyche is... this was what the voice decided to drop on my lap right at the beginning of this. "If you got back on Facebook, you wouldn't have any of these problems." Holy. Fuck. Right?! It's 100% true, for someone in my "Late Millennial" bracket. But it's also so powerfully devastating. Like "you could've prevented all this", "you're doing this to yourself, just go back, everyone else is doing it." And then there's the sinister layer, "we designed Facebook to do this, to deliberately keep all interactions HERE where we can pump ads down your throat and you can farm money for us, and if you LEAVE... you will lose all your connections. No publicity for your art, music, writing. No one knows or cares what's going on in your life. You're not invited to anything. You are perpetually out of the loop and it's YOUR fault. You will lose all of your connections outside of those that are like... best friends. And maybe family, if you're on good terms. So... choose wisely, you're free to leave at any time."

I left in 2017. It was 5 years ago when I was declared legally dead on Facebook. Since then, it just went downhill. I'm getting lost in memories right now, being this close to sleep just makes it really easy to slip into those visual, experiential dream-like imaginative states. It's cool shit. I was just remembering trying to reconnect with Facebook a few years ago and it being pretty embarrassing in hindsight. So that's clearly getting in between me and happiness/connection. Cool.

So... do I go back to social media?

I guess that counts Twitter too, I left because having gifs of people being shot and all the political peer pressure and shit just literally sucked the soul out of me. It was just devastating to be around it. I wanted to socialize and just chill and plug my art and streams and shit but people had just been like chompin at the bit to fight over LITERALLY ANYTHING so I just had to dip. I can't live like that. It literally sucks the life out of me, I don't need to give my life for that, I'd much sooner put that time and energy into working on my next project. Fuuuuck that shit.

So... again... Do I go back? Do I brave this shit and swallow my pride and go back to Facebook, so I can get access to housing rentals (desperate need), plug my shit to people who haven't talked to me in 10 years. Put my thoughts and shit on there again? Reboot the public story of my life and see if people actually want to be part of it this time? Will they even interact with me outside of Facebook? It's a tough call. It's a really tough one.

The blue-green light of Dawn is poking her head through the cracks of my curtains so I think it's time to wrap this up. I'm glad I wrote tonight, this has been very insightful and I have a lot to think about here.

Fucked that this is the state of the world though, just putting that out there.

#diary #stream of thoughts #journal #spilled thoughts #facebook #social media

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sauvageonmaids · 2 years

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Pleasured Awakening, Pauline from Cynthia

The receiving muse is asleep. Send ‘Pleasured Awakening’ For the sending muse to wake them up by giving them oral.

"Mmm~ Ah~! Fuck~! Yes~!" Pauline cooed as she roused slowly from her sleep, moaning as Cynthia eagerly sucked on her cock as the maid laid in her bed. "Ah~!!!" With the particularly load mewl, Pauline shot awake as she realized that it wasn't just a wet dream in the making (a frequent occurrence for her), but that Cynthia was actually sucking her cock. "Mmm~! Fuck~!!! Now that's how I like to wake up~" She cooed, laying back down and letting Cynthia continue. One hand began to grope her boobs over her pajama top as she thrust up into Cynthia's mouth, already feeling her climax building rapidly. "Yes~! Fuck~! Oh, suck it you wonderful slut~!!!" She said with the upmost praise and gratitude. With a loud mewl, she reached down to press Cynthia into her hips as she began to fill her mouth with her cum. The maid's cock wasn't so big that Cynthia would gag on it, giving the milf plenty of room to swallow. With another, softer mewl, Pauline fell back into her bed and let her cock slip out of Cynthia's mouth. "Mmm~ Fuuuuck~ When you need a shot of cum, you really can't wait, can you? Not that I mind. Always happy to serve you like that~" She chuckled, still groping her chest with one hand as the other affectionately stroked Cynthia's head.

#cynthiaandsamus #Maid: Pauline #Pleasured Awakening Meme

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space-city-traffic · 3 years

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hm. college (derogatory).

#i am. so tired of being sick. being depressed. being in pain.#because it’s almost midnight and i promised a professor I’d catch up on the two weeks of reading i missed over the weekend #and i haven’t even fuckin started #and honestly i need to sleep i need to take care of my body bc im really not doing well #i spent 80% of today horizontal for the love of g-d #but it’s the end of the semester and im all out of sick days and extensions and patience #i can’t see any of my professors giving me any more lenience than they already have #i don’t have room for a sick day but i really really need one #fuuuuck #i may actually go from straight a’s and a-‘s straight to failing a class for the first time #that’s fun #it feels like someone should be concerned about that #it feels like someone should be concerned about ME #but like no one actually is #the college doesn’t care #my friends are kinda tired of me ngl #hhhhhh now im just spiraling #point is i can’t fuckin do this #hhhhhhhhhhhh #anyway please don’t message me or whatever I’m actually fine and I will be fine I promise #I have good coping mechanisms I just needed to rant in some tumblr tags for a bit #I’ll be ok I just needed to vent #don’t reblog #personal #vent #negativity #school #illness mention #ask to tag

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honeytae · 3 years

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Let me put you to sleep.

hello my loves, happy wednesday! here’s some yoongi filth because….it’s good for the soul :) also looking back on my masterlist it’s just been way too long lol <3 hope you all enjoy this smutty piece of “f*** you back to sleep” filth :))))

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: smut

warnings: sleepy grinding, dirty talk, hand and blowjobs occur, mouth fucking???, cum swallowing, fingering, there’s lots of marking, nipple play, sex does eventually occur i promise

word count: 3.3k

Yoongi, for the life of him, could not fall asleep. It’d been hours now of nearly constant tossing and turning, leaving you to readjust every time he moved behind you, the man mumbling a quiet apology in case he’d woken you up. Which he had. Several times.

“Yoongi,” you mumbled, “put the heating pad on if your back is bothering you.” You reminded him, as he was fresh off of a world tour and still dealing with the repercussions that come with it.

“It’s okay, angel. My back is okay.” He soothed into your neck, the lack of sleepiness in his tone causing you to frown.

“Just can’t sleep?” You inquired, the man humming before he puffed a breath out through his nose.

“Time zones.” He explained simply, you nodding in understanding as your hand automatically reached up to the crown of his head, scratching your fingernails against his scalp in an attempt to soothe him a bit in his journey to slumber.

“Missed you. Missed this.” He mumbled in reference to your position, kissing your shoulder softly as you hummed in response.

“Me too.” You agreed, tilting your head backward to look at the man’s wide awake eyes in the dark.

You watched as he leaned up off of his pillow to press his lips to yours, closing his eyes in bliss at the simple connection he had craved for so long while overseas.

Slowly your lips melded together, a low hum coming from the back of Yoongi’s throat as he leaned further into you, deepening the kiss with a stroke of his tongue along your lip.

“Hm, I can tire you out. Be happy to, actually.” You said against his lips, smirking a bit at the way he clutched your hip tighter at your tone.

Your chest swelled with pride at the broken gasp coming from his mouth when you pushed your ass back on him, his hand locking your hip in place with all the willpower he possibly could.

“I don’t want to keep you up, babe.” He protested weakly, you chuckling before pressing a chaste kiss to his pout.

“You sure about that?” You raised your eyebrows knowingly, Yoongi smirking at your persistence before gasping when you wiggled your ass against him again.

This time, his hand cupped your ass cheek and fondled the soft tissue there instead of locking your movements down, rolling it in his palm before sneakily sticking his pinky finger underneath the hem of your shorts to slip between your pantie-covered folds.

You gasped as his fingertip nudged your clit over the fabric, the man purposefully wiggling his digit around to add stimulation to the bud.

“Is that a yes?” You breathed out, Yoongi chuckling at his affect on you as he swiftly nodded.

“Yeah, baby.” He verbally confirmed, chuckling to himself as you suddenly shifted up on your knees and flipped your body over to straddle his lap, Yoongi’s eyes shining up at you in the dark.

His hands traveled every inch of you as you dipped your head down to kiss at his neck, a deep hum of approval vibrating his adam’s apple when you opened your mouth against the skin.

“Fuck, I love when you’re on top.” He groaned, his hands cementing on your hips to roll you down against his growing bulge.

Despite loving you on top of him, he loved still holding the control, his hands on your hips and feet planted on the mattress ready to buck up against you at any moment.

“I know.” You chuckled, Yoongi swatting at your hip at your cockiness as you lifted your hips from his lap.

Tucking your fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxers, you swiftly pulled them down his thighs, Yoongi raising his hips to aid you with a slanted grin.

Leaning down to grasp his half-hard length, you dutifully pumped your hand up and down his shaft, pace slow as you watched in awe of him beginning to get more worked up.

His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, eyelids shutting on their own accord as a sharp inhale stuttered in his throat when your thumb swiped over his sensitive tip.

“What do you want, hm?” You asked, the man making a grumbling noise from the back of his throat as he bucked his hips up into your hand.

“I’d take anything right now, honestly.” He admitted, making you laugh a bit at the desperation in his tone he didn’t even attempt to hide.

Leaving one last kiss to his pout, you shuffled down his torso, hearing the man’s breath catch as he noticed the all too familiar rhythm in which you fumbled down so that your face hovered above his cock.

Your hand continued it’s motions on his ever hardening dick, the moans and quiet whimpers falling to your ears causing heat to flush down between your legs as you sat between his own.

With a twist of your hand on his base, his fingers gripped the sheets with white knuckles, stretching his neck as he tilted his head back in bliss.

Dipping down to place your mouth on him, you chuckled when your boyfriend immediately gasped at the feeling of your wet mouth on his hot cock, rolling his head to the side when you traced your tongue along the bulging veins running down it.

Yoongi clutched at the sheets as you suckled on his tip, tracing the underside of the leaking head with your tongue and making his eyes roll back into his head.

“F-fuuuuck.” He breathed out as you took him farther into your mouth, eyes squinted open to watch as you began to bob your head up and down on him.

His hands moved from the bed to your hair, gripping handfuls of your strands and controlling your pace on him as he mumbled praises into the air.

Sucking and slobbering over his length, you took him deep until your throat gave out, letting him thrust into your mouth as he pleased with a grunt above you.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum.” He warned, you encouraging him with a flick of your tongue against his tip, making his mouth gape open as he shot his heavy load down your throat.

As his length softened a bit in your mouth, you let it easily slip off your tongue, sitting up to swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand before shuffling back up Yoongi’s body.

“Oh my god.” He sighed, smiling a bit as you giggled atop him at his state.

His hair was only slightly damp with sweat, face flushed and eyes hazy yet ablaze with desire. The sheets below him were rumpled from where he’d been gripping them, his hair distressed because of all his writhing around on the pillow below him. All because of your mouth.

“I fucking love your mouth.” He verbally confirmed, making you chuckle again before leaning into his all too tempting pout.

When you felt his hand pushing at the hem of your shorts, you reached down to grip his wrist, guiding it away with a slight smile as he pulled back to pull his brows at you.

“Tonight’s about you, baby. Let me put you to sleep.” You chuckled, Yoongi rolling his eyes as he moved his hand back to slip underneath your shorts.

“I’m not buying that shit. I wanna feel you.” He mumbled, your mouth parting against his as he slipped his finger between your folds, guiding it up to concentrate on your clit.

“Y-yoon, you don’t have t-to- fuck,” you bit down onto your lip when his finger moved down to meet your entrance, throbbing with need and want for the man as he felt around between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He commented, his tone laced with astoundment as he traced your leaking, clenching entrance.

Letting a choked gasp escape you when he sunk not one but two fingers into you, you whined his name as he suckled lightly on your jaw, surely marking the area as moans of his name echoed around the bedroom.

Lacing your fingers through Yoongi’s hair, you lost yourself in the pleasure he provided you, grinding your hips down onto his two pointed fingers and groaning when he added a third.

You threw your head back as Yoongi continued dutifully pumping into your entrance, curling his fingers to brush against all the right spots as well as running his other hand under your shirt and up your stomach to fondle your bare breasts.

Your whimpers let him know to up his antics, attempting to suck at your nipple before groaning in frustration at the fabric blocking him from doing so.

Wordlessly, he gripped the hem of your shirt and ripped it up over your head, tossing it across the room and leaning forward to suck on your peaked bud. Hard.

“Oh my god, Yoongi.”

“Mm,” he hummed in reply, vibration creating an electric hum in your nipple before the sensation was intensified by him biting down a bit to close his teeth around the hardened bud.

With a gasp, you clenched around his fingers at the unexpected action, causing Yoongi to groan as he picked up the pace of his thrusting appendages up into your entrance.

You shivered as his thumb reached back to circle over your clit, whining his name in warning as you leaned your forehead down onto his shoulder.

“I’m gonna-”

“Do it.” The man ordered, coaxing your orgasm out of you by slowly circling his finger over your swelling clit, your release coating his hand as he slowly pumped his fingers into you, carefully riding your high out with you.

Neither of you spoke as you waited for your breaths to even out, Yoongi occupying himself by slipping his fingers out of you and bringing them up into his mouth to suck your juices from.

Once you had caught your breath, you lifted your head from Yoongi’s skin, breathing out another sigh as his eyes twinkled back at you.

Although it was dark in there, you could still feel every touch of him on your body, including the hand stationed at your thigh and the other reaching up to pinch your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to guide your mouth back to his.

Both sets of hands were messily pushing your shorts and underwear off your legs, his fingers aiding you in lifting off his hips to toss the garments somewhere off the edge of the mattress as you never disconnected from his lips.

Following his slight shifting movements across the mattress as he reached into the drawer in the nightstand, you giggled against his lips as he cursed at the drawer being so far away, the sounds increasing as he rolled the both of you over so that he was closer to the little table.

“Thought you loved when I was on top.” You raised your eyebrows in amusement, the man chuckling with a nod as he reached his arm back behind him, tugging the drawer open and letting his fingers scramble around the interior for a condom packet.

“Oh I do, I really do,” he smiled, “but stay just like this, baby.” He directed, making you hum before doing as you were told, confused as you were facing away from Yoongi, rolled onto your side as if you were spooning to go back to sleep.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as your heart pounded in anticipation, the sounds of the foil packet ripping open and the barrier being rolled onto Yoongi’s cock increasing your excitement as you eagerly pushed your ass back against him.

“Please.” You exhaled, your boyfriend quickly catching your plea with another kiss to your shoulder, tracing his hand down your thigh to grip at it.

Yoongi smiled as you stretched your leg out behind you, aiding him in propping your thigh atop his hip bone so that he could easily access the throbbing area between your legs.

You let a moan slip past your lips as he nudged his head through your entrance, pushing himself farther into you with a buck of his hips as he let out a groan into your skin.

“F-fuck.” He stuttered as you pushed your hips down onto him, effectively grinding him farther inside of you as you let a pleasured sigh past your lips.

He started off relatively slow, the calm air in the room causing him to want to savor the moment.

Savor all the times he couldn’t do this over the past seven months, all the times he had to rely on Skype calls to get him through the ache of missing you. All the times he couldn’t simply reach over and hold you, let alone be so intimate with you.

“Yoon,” you turned your head back to him, “kiss me.” You breathed, the man immediately responding by leaning up on his elbow, cupping your jaw to bring your face closer to him in your position.

With your lips on his, he finally felt like he was home.

“Harder.” You whimpered against his plush pout, making him growl a bit in his throat at your tone before thrusting into you at a faster pace than before.

His hips continued jolting into yours, the sound of skin slapping skin all to be heard in the room except for your own individual little noises either muffled into each other’s skin or the pillows below your heads.

Moaning when you began rocking your hips along with his movements, he clutched you a bit tighter to him, arms wrapped around your torso holding you close and making sure he hit all the right spots inside of you.

“Fuck, yeah. Grind on me, baby.” He rasped, his tone displaying how worked up he was getting at your movements, causing you to circle back on him faster as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Y-yoongi. I w-want- uhnn,”

You gripped the duvet tighter as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you to draw dizzying circles over your swollen bud, chest stuttering at the sensation before you whined his name again.

“Wanna see you cum.” You barely got out through your breathy moans, the man groaning at the lewdness of your words before gently pulling his cock out of you.

The movement created a wet squelch to resonate beneath the sheets, your boyfriend cursing around your name at the noise.

Quickly shifting up off your side to a seated position, you nudged Yoongi’s shoulder with tired fingers, pushing him flat down onto the mattress in order to clamber atop his waist.

Dipping down to press your lips to his chapped pout, you traced your hand along his length, touching his tip to his abdomen to hold his erection linear beneath your pussy.

His moans vibrated your lips as you began rocking over him, your juices soaking his cock further as he gasped, muttering something about how filthy you were before inserting his tongue into your mouth.

In return, Yoongi’s fingers came up to twist and pull at your nipples, stalling your actions momentarily as you clenched your eyes shut at the combination of his attention to your breast and the way your clit continually rubbed over every vein and ridge of his dick.

“Stop that, baby. I need to feel you.” Yoongi breathed, urging you to lift up as he took control of his throbbing cock and lined himself up with your entrance, you nearly sinking down on him before you paused.

“What?” Yoongi asked at your sudden slowed pace, concern laced in his singular word as he knit his eyebrows up at you.

“Back on top.” You grinned, the man smiling back at you before pinching at the flesh of your hip.

“I thought something was wrong, you dummy.” He tutted, you giggling in response before placing your lips back on his, the covered tip of Yoongi’s cock prodding at your entrance as you let a content sigh out onto his bottom lip.

“I promise you, everything is so fucking right.” You said, echoing your boyfriend’s moan as he thrusted up into you, planting his feet flat on the mattress for a stronger push into your cavern.

“I missed you.” He repeated his earlier words through a grunt, hands tightening on your hips with each of his movements up into your pussy.

The slaps of skin were what punctuated his thrusts up into you, along with his small whimpering exhales of breath accompanying them.

“I know,” you chuckled breathlessly, “I know you did.”

It was evident by the twitching of his cock inside of you, his balls raising up beneath your ass to spill his incoming second load as he bit down on his lip below you.

At his wrecked facial expression, you clamped tighter around him, leaving the poor man breathless and choking for air as your walls put him in a vice grip.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” He gritted his teeth, his breaths emptying out onto the shell of your ear as you chased your own impending release as well.

“Yoon,” you cried out, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach explode once again as he fastened his pace, his tip bumping against your sensitive walls as he held your hip bone for support.

With a moan of your name, Yoongi released into the condom, stalling inside of your pussy before continuing at a steady pace to ensure your release.

“Cum for me, baby, come on.” He breathed, opening his mouth on your pulse point and tipping you over the edge when you felt his hand come up to your chest to tweak at your nipple.

Opening your mouth in a silent scream, you felt your second orgasm come on, left breathless as Yoongi bit down on his lip at your walls squeezing his cock.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt your boyfriend pull out, letting your slightly sore legs give out with a pat pat to your thigh.

You giggled slightly at the action, briefly feeling Yoongi shift you over to lay beside him. The feeling of his weight shifting off the bed had you peeking your bleary eyes open, watching as his pale skin moved across the room along with a rolling plastic sound, as well as a shuffling in the bag lining the garbage bin across the room.

Eyes following his naked body as he crawled back onto the mattress, you smiled sleepily at him, the man returning the look as he traced his hand over your hair.

“I brought your shirt back in case you get cold, okay? I’ll put it on your table.” He said, planting a kiss to your forehead before tossing the clothing item in his other hand onto the table beside you.

“Mm, thank you.” You mumbled tiredly, pursing your lips out to prompt him to press another kiss to your pout.

Tracing your palm over his forehead to slide his hair back from his damp skin, you studied his sleepy eyes, much less wide awake than before your escapades.

“Did I tire you out?” You chuckled softly, the man smirking a bit as he nodded in answer to you.

“Absolutely.” He mumbled, laying his arm out for you to crawl into his side, resting your head on his chest as he dropped a kiss to your slightly sweaty scalp.

“Good. Thas’ my job.” You spoke into his skin, the haziness that your brain was feeling becoming apparent as Yoongi chuckled at you.

“Love you.” He said, rubbing at your shoulder as your fingers sifted through the hair above his ears.

“I love you, too. Goodnight, Yoon.” You soothed, the man letting another exhale escape his nose before speaking his last words of the night before he at last fell into slumber.

“Goodnight, angel.”

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attitudeissues · 2 years

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what i love the most about this is that carter 100% took the first shot at luka while they were fencing, all because- remember, this is important- while dating susan, he was jealous that abby was sleeping on luka’s couch. you know, as luka so stupidly and obliviously pointed out... sort of the way luka points out a lot of things. in the case of the couch fiasco (tm) nothing was even happening, she was just avoiding the crazy ass neighbor who beat the shit out of her. yet carter has got the balls to butt into a conversation completely unrelated to him and he’s so smug, and luka just smiles at him and doesn’t say anything. luka probably doesn't give a shit, let's be honest here, because he's not really threatened by carter. jealous later on, yes, but threatened? not so much. and he's still pretty nice to him even then.

but let's make no mistake: luka absolutely has a LOT of feelings about the carter/abby thing, he made that painfully clear when he and abby split up. he never says a thing about it to carter. or to abby again, really, after their relationship ends. he just shuts up a lot of the time, actually, and it's a blessing and a curse. clearly, john wants to fight about abby. but then there’s susan again, “who did you play, luka?” and this big idiot, he’s sort of unenthusiastic about answering, as if it’s his problem that carter is pouting in the corner. well, damn. this has backfired massively. OF COURSE kovač played hamlet.

so carter is sulking. carter is a toddler. carter, my dude, why are you like this? why take your insecurities out on everyone? we get it, you have abandonment issues. you have daddy issues. you have attachment issues and substance abuse issues and inadequacy issues. you have sooo many issues. so does everyone in that room, except maybe gallant. (what does gallant have? why is he even a main character?) but man, this is not how you endear people to you. you know, the jealousy, the ACTUAL SWORDFIGHTS with your crush’s ex in front of your current girlfriend. everyone is stuck in there with you, they cannot unsubscribe! so fucking chill. this is not how to win friends and influence people.

do you need to go to a meeting? do you need a hug? call your sponsor. (uh… do you have one?) better yet, someone should call benton. they have phones in schaumburg, right? you want to feel included, we get it, buuuut you did kind of just attack this guy not that long ago...

and oh, fuck, wait. it’s getting worse now.

“why would we do it in english?”

luka is genuinely confused at the idea of this, as he should be, frankly. it’s cute. it’s funny. wait, no, it's worse than that: it makes abby laugh. and goddamn it, self-effacing luka is here now, that’s even better (again, for luka. john is fuuuucked.) was he any good? his mom thought so. susan and abby obviously go for this answer. carter is… not impressed. this eurotrash asshole is charming too? shit. can today get worse for poor john? stay tuned, you already know it gets worse. we’ve established that this show always. gets. worse. for someone, at least. and it’s carter’s turn. at least carter gets a turn at something this episode, right? uh…. that’s no consolation, on second thought.

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the-queer-phoenix · 3 years

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Incorrect Batfam

Tim: *laying face down on the floor screaming*

Jason: Hey man, ya need anything?

Tim: ...can i have some ice cream?

Jason: okay! have fun with whatever you were doing?

Tim: *nods* screams

Jason: *slowly backs away*

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*At Chick-fil-A*

Bernard: hey yo! I’M GAY AS FUUUUCK!!!

Tim: yeah!

Cashier: sirs, you told us that yesterday too, you’re making the customers nervous, if you’re no going to order anything, can you leave?

Tim: MY DAD CAN BUY THIS PLACE...oooohhh, that’s actually a good idea! No more homophobic chick-fil-a!

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Jason: *eats paper*

Damian: FATHER, TODD ATE MY HOMEWORK!

Bruce, has not slept in over 72 hours: I’m sorry, what?

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Teacher: now solve for x, Stephanie, what is the answer?

Steph: *fake freezes on zoom*

Teacher: Stephanie, you live in Wayne manor, I know your internet works

Steph: aww shit

Teacher: you’re unmuted

Steph: sorry Teach

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Tim, on patrol: some words just fit in anywhere, y’know like..

Dick: like what?

Jason: cum

Dick, distracted: hey look, police

Jason: police cum

Tim & Jason: *giggle*

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Damian, playing classical piano

Jason, decided this was a good time to learn trombone

Damian, stabs Jason

Jason: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGG, THE DEMON BRAT STABBED ME!!!!!!

Damian: IT’S YOUR FAULT, I WAS PRACTICING

Jason: SO WAS I

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Chaos in the the house, the only safe place is Cass’s room where Duke is currently hiding from Damian.

Duke, calmly braiding Cass’s hair: so...why do they leave your room alone?

Cass: I covered every room in the manor with rubber ducks

Duke: remind me to never get on your bad side

Cass: :)

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Daimain & Jon staying up really late planning a murder: *hee hee*

Alfred: Master Damian, Master Jonathan, would you two be so kind as to go to sleep, Master Tim finally fell asleep

Damian: *pouts*

Alfred, rolls his eyes: I could bring you cookies

Jon: YESSSS...oh sorry yesss

Alfred, leaves: good night children

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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All For Us Chapter 9

Hey y’all, thanks for being patient with me on this one, but it’s finally done! Not to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but there’s only one chapter left (and maybe an epilogue) on our journey with Mira, Erik, and Cupcake. If you’re just here for Killmonger, I have a couple Erik oneshots heading y’all’s way in the next few weeks. Also, check out The Temple. 😉

As always, don’t forget to look at my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything. Like, comment, and reblog away! 🥰

CW: a little smut

Word Count: 6,481

Erik’s eyes flew open as he bolted upright through the sand that covered his body in his temporary grave. He was in the heart of the temple where the Black Panther ceremony took place, the City of the Dead. The lost prince pulled himself from the sand and brushed the clay-colored sediment from around his eyes as he climbed the stone staircase leading up into the garden of the heart-shaped herb. When he made it to the top, Erik took a deep breath before stepping into the garden. To his surprise, nothing caught on fire like in his previous dreams. His shoulders relaxed as he took another step into the garden, and another, and another until he was face to face with Bast’s statue. A smile took over his face as he knelt at her feet.

“Took you long enough, Jaguar.”

Erik lifted his head, and her celestial glow nearly blinded him as he laid his eyes on the panther goddess once more.

“Long enough for what?”

“For your senses to come back, obviously.” Bast circled him and laid down, licking her paw. “Pretty soon, you won’t have to be asleep to talk to me.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Oh, I had nothing to do with it.”

Erik turned to face her and sat back on his heels.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I never took them away. You did.”

“I’m not following.”

“Your guilt blocked your senses, Erik,” she sighed. “You had been holding onto pieces of it, but you finally let it go.”

“I felt guilty for ruining our marriage,” Erik mused aloud.

“But you didn’t, so congratulations,” she said nonchalantly. “That’s not why you’re here, though.”

“Ok, what’s up?”

Bast chuckled at his informality.

“Last time we spoke, I said I would need you to do something for me. I’ve finally made up my mind as to what that is.”

Erik sat with bated breath as he waited for his assignment. For a moment, he was reminded of his military and mercenary days, except this time, he was being given a mission from a goddess. His goddess.

“As you know, Wakanda has never had a Golden Jaguar before. You are an anomaly, but that is a good thing.” She stood up and started walking, making him rush to his feet to follow after her.

“It is?”

“Yes. You know, the good thing about cycles is that with destruction comes rebirth…change. You’ve forced Wakanda to change, and you’ve forced me to think some things over. Truthfully, after the little stunt you almost pulled, I did think about removing your powers. I don’t need to preach about it, though, since you already know all about your wrongdoings, but I heard what you said about your people. We have neglected them, and for that, I have no words of apology that would adequately ease your pain. The Lost Tribe, as my people have come to call you, needs a champion. Wakanda already has theirs, but since you seem to rather enjoy toying with colonizers, I have an assignment for you.”

Erik’s ears were trained on Bast as he hung on every word she said. He walked next to her as they made their way through the catacombs towards the temple’s entrance.

“Before you came to Wakanda, you were involved with Klaue and his hunt for vibranium. Your vast knowledge of African and diasporic artifacts combined with your training makes a great equation for what I need you to do.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to act as the Golden Jaguar on the Lost Tribe’s behalf. I recognize that as just one person, you can only do so much, which is why I will talk to T’Challa about you heading his Wardog program. I would like for you to have an army of spies at your disposal to act instead of just watch and report as they have done in the past.”

“So basically what I wanted to do before but without the world domination?”

“Precisely,” Bast chuckled and stopped walking at the door to the temple.

“Ok,” Erik thought on it as a smile crept up his cheeks. “I’ll do it.”

“I knew you would. I think you’ll like my first assignment. Well, second. First, you need to stop avoiding the City of the Dead in your waking life. You need to go visit the garden.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Erik said, his nerves twisting in his gut at the thought of actually stepping back onto the sacred land.

“Now, my second assignment: artifact reclamation. Instead of searching for vibranium, which you might find, I want you to return items to their rightful owners.”

“So, stealing,” Erik deadpanned.

“Yes, but for a good cause. I will let you work out the details, but the point is to return the power to the people by building them back up, brick by brick. They were separated from their gods, so the Ancestors and the Orishas are working on bringing them back to us spiritually. They are still working on getting other spirits and pantheons on board...alas, my brother and sisters are choosing to take a more passive approach.” She sighed. “The Lost Tribe was taken from the land, so T’Challa has already spearheaded initiatives to build up other African countries that need his assistance and bring the Lost home to the continent. Now, I need you to bring our belongings home. Our thrones, our art, our history. Take it back. Bring it back to its rightful place.”

“I’m with it, but, um...how am I supposed to do this without getting caught? If shit just starts disappearing en masse, somebody’s gonna notice.”

“They won’t disappear. The colonizers won’t even know they’re gone.” Bast flicked her tail mischievously. “Your wife designs kimoyo beads, does she not?”

“Well, yeah-”

“And your cousins are scientific geniuses, correct?”

“Yes…”

“Then I’m sure that between all of your big beautiful brains, you can figure out a way to make replicas of the artifacts.”

“Why does that compliment feel like an insult?”

“I like you, Jaguar,” The goddess chuckled. “Now go enjoy your time with your wife.” She winked at Erik as she nudged him out into the brightness shining from outside the wide-open temple doors. Erik returned to consciousness, and he was shocked by the feeling of Mira’s mouth traveling up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, girl. This how you waking Big Daddy up now?”

She popped her head off his tip, and he groaned at the sight of a bridge of spit still connecting her to him.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Mmmm, good morning to you, too,” he grabbed her loose curls that she had forgotten to tie up the night before. The silk sheets kept her hair soft and bouncy as her hair spilled over his fist while it rested at the back of her head. He pulled her in for a kiss, and then she went right back to taking him down her throat. “You’re gonna make me nut all down that throat, Princess.”

Mira’s hand cupped and massaged his ballsack while she sucked on his bulbous head. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and her other hand traveled up and down his length, making his toes curl.

“Fuuuuck, you remember just what Big Daddy likes. Imma bust a fat ass nut, girl,” Erik groaned through gritted teeth. Mira giggled at her control over him and continued to work his dick. Her nose reached his pelvis as she took him down her throat, and he came with such force that she almost choked. Almost.

When she pulled off of him, she tongue-kissed his tip before sitting back on her haunches and wiping her mouth. “How’d you sleep?”

Erik let out a breathy laugh, “Like the dead.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t feel me moving. You were out cold.”

“That’s because I was talking to Bast.”

“What’d she say this time?”

Erik sat up against the headboard and motioned for her to come to him. Mira crawled up his body and straddled him, sliding down on his dick so that they were connected as deep as they could be. They had always been like this; whenever they needed to have a serious conversation, Erik would set her in his lap and have her take all of him. They both reveled in the connection they had in that moment, and even in their stillness, their united bodies responded to each other as the words fell from his lips.

“She wants me to be the Golden Jaguar officially,” he said as he kissed down from Mira’s ear to her shoulder.

“What does that mean?” Mira asked, barely above a whisper.

“She wants me to be a champion for us, the Lost Tribe. Wakandans have T, so I’ll be protecting the rest of us with the Wardogs.”

“How, though? That’s so many people.”

He came up from kissing between her breasts to look her in the eyes. “Well, remember how I told you about the museum heist to get the vibranium?”

Mira nodded.

“She wants me to steal artifacts from museums and shit and return them to where they were stolen from.”

“That sounds right up your alley,” Mira snarked, and he tickled her sides, making her pussy clench around him, and he let out a groan at the feeling. He grabbed her hips and moved them back and forth.

“It is. I can’t do anything until I visit the garden of the heart-shaped herb, though.”

“Why?” she moaned.

“I’ve been avoiding it,” he sighed.

Mira pulled him into a kiss and cycloned her hips as she wound on him. “Do you need to go alone, or do you want me to come with you?”

He connected their foreheads as he pushed his hips forward into her, and she called out his name.

“I need to go alone.”

Their hips ground into each other as the sexual energy inside them built up slowly and erupted through their bodies. Erik placed kisses all over Mira’s face and neck as she caught her breath from the intensity of her orgasm.

“How about I make breakfast?” Erik asked, and Mira simply nodded and kissed him. She moved to get up, but he held her down. “Nah, I didn’t say right now.”

After another round, the two of them separated from each other, if only because of the rumbling of their bellies. They showered together, and Erik couldn’t help himself from bending her over and eating her pussy and ass from the back. Pretty soon, he was balls deep inside her again, and when he came all over her cheeks, he about keeled over from the way the orgasm shook through his body.

“Aight, I need a break,” Erik said, and the two of them shared a laugh as they finished their shower without any more funny business.

“Can I have one of your t-shirts?” Mira asked as they slathered themselves in shea butter.

“You can have anything you want, Princess. MIT or Navy?”

“MIT please,” she cheesed at him.

“Coming right up.”

Erik left the room and returned with his maroon-colored MIT t-shirt. The same one she wore the first time she stayed over at his apartment back in the day. He knew it was her favorite and the look on her face when he handed it to her was priceless. She quickly shimmied into it while he slid on a pair of sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

The two of them relocated to the kitchen, and Mira toyed around with her latest kimoyo design on her tablet while Erik got to work on breakfast.

“That a new one?” he asked, nodding towards the design hovering over the counter.

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten it to work right, though,” she grumbled as she stared at it. “I want it to be able to apply cloaking tech to whatever it touches, but so far, I can only get the bead to disappear.”

Erik listened to her complain about her failed design for a little while, and when she was done, she turned off the tablet and hopped up on the counter.

“Anything I can do?” Mira asked

“Mhm,” he came over and stood between her legs, placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Just sit there looking fine as hell.”

“I’m serious,” she smiled.

“So am I,” he said incredulously with a hand over his heart, making her chuckle at his dramatics.

“Fine, I’ll be your muse.”

“And my guinea pig. Here, try this.”

Erik lifted the spoon to her lips so she could taste the yam hash he had been working on, and her eyes bugged out of her head.

“I forgot you turn into Top Chef after sex.”

“Gotta feed my woman,” he kissed her cheek and cracked a couple of eggs sunny-side up in the skillet.

Mira giggled, and an idea struck her. She reached back for her tablet again and pulled up her latest work in progress, a story about a decades-long whirlwind romance that she had gotten stuck on. All she needed was a little inspiration, and Erik ended up being just what she needed.

He watched his wife type away with a smile on his face. Erik loved watching her work; the look of determination on her face was always so endearing to him. She’d bite her lip and squint her eyes as she tried her best to focus on the task at hand. Erik always thought it was adorable.

The smell of fresh vegetables coming in contact with hot oil filled the air, and Mira’s mouth started to water. She looked up from her work to see what Erik was doing but got distracted by his body. She watched his sinewy muscles moving beneath his textured skin, and a chill went down her spine.

“What the fuck is that?” Erik sniffed the air, following the sweet scent that had just wafted from out of nowhere.

“What’s what?” Mira asked, swinging her legs back and forth.

He turned to face her, and his pupils blew wide as the smell hit him again.

“It’s you,” he turned off the burner and stalked over to her, standing between her legs again and placing his nose in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent and let out a growl.

“What is that?”

“My bodywash?”

“Nah, it’s you. What-” he cut himself off when it dawned on him. When he was king for a day, he only smelled fear from those around him. Fear smelled like decay, it smelled rotten, but this was the exact opposite. It was enticing, like the most beautiful forbidden garden, and Erik knew exactly what it was. Her arousal. He bit into her neck, making her moan out as he ground his hips into hers. The aroma grew, and Erik’s composure slipped away the more he inhaled it.

“E-erik, the food.”

He took a deep breath as he stood to his full height. “I can smell when you want me.”

“What?!”

“I wonder if it’s different for every person...shit, I wonder if I can smell other people. I hope not-”

“What are you saying? You can tell when I’m horny?”

“I guess so. I only smelled fear before, but it makes sense. I’m just caught off guard because it hit me out of nowhere, like last night.”

“What happened last night?”

“I could hear your heartbeat.”

Mira’s face lit up, “That’s good, though, right? It means your senses are coming back!”

“Yeah, I’m just surprised by that one. I wasn’t expecting all that,” he laughed.

“So...I smell good?”

“You don’t know how good, Princess,” he grumbled as he finished cooking. Mira crossed her legs, making him chuckle. “That’s not helping. It’s all over you.”

“Damn...what else can you do?”

“I need to test out my strength and speed, but my sight was different, too. Everything was brighter, more vibrant. And my brain moved faster...I don’t know how to explain it. Bast said my guilt was the blockage, so they’ll probably slowly come back over time. After they’re back, I’m supposed to start on my mission.”

“You still felt guilty?”

“I thought I broke us. I mean, I did, but I felt like it was unfixable, you know?”

Mira nodded, “Yeah, it felt like that sometimes.”

Erik pulled the dishes out of the cabinet and set them down next to her.

“Mira, I’m-”

“Erik, if you say you’re sorry one more time, so help me, Bast,” Mira said, making a dimpled smile appear on Erik’s face.

“Yes, ma’am.”

They fell into a comfortable silence while Erik plated the food, and when he handed Mira hers, he left a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and hopped down from the counter to sit at the table. When she sat down, she couldn’t help but stare at Erik as he walked over. Her man, her formerly violent man was really chosen by a goddess to protect Black people around the globe.

He noticed the look on her face and couldn’t quite place it. “What?”

“Nothing, just...look at you, doing the work of gods now.”

“I bet you never thought you’d say that about your mercenary husband,” Erik winked at her.

“Sure didn’t,” Mira laughed, “but it fits. You always had it in you. You know, I’m glad I came out here. I wouldn’t get to see this new side of you otherwise, and so far, I like it.”

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A couple of hours later, Erik found himself in front of the City of the Dead with his palms sweating and his breath shaking. He wasn’t sure why the temple unnerved him so much, but it did. Erik knew he had to do what Bast told him, though, and took a step forward. He climbed the stairs to the ornate stone doors and waited as they slowly opened for him. Erik was met with the sight of a surprisingly calm woman in purple robes. He recognized her as the woman he had choked out, the new head priestess.

“My prince,” she saluted him. “Welcome. I have been expecting you.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Come in.”

He hesitantly stepped forward again and entered the temple. A chill went down his spine as the doors shut behind them, and he looked around the space. He had only been there once before in his waking life, but this time it felt different. It probably had something to do with the fact that she wasn’t scared of him this time around.

“What’s your name?” he asked nervously.

“I am Zaya, my prince.”

“You don’t have to do the whole ‘my prince’ thing. Especially since I...you know.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve never put my hands on you.”

“I have spoken to Bast about it, and I forgive you. Just don’t let it happen again,” she warned.

Erik put his hands up in defense, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good. Now, you are here to see the herb, no?” She started walking, and he followed behind her.

“How’d you know?”

“I spoke to Bast, remember?” She quipped with an eyebrow raised.

“Heh, yeah,” he chuckled nervously and cleared his throat. “I don’t know why I’m so anxious.”

“I assume that is a normal reaction when reckoning with your past.”

The two of them traveled deeper into the temple, and when they reached the door that led to the garden of the heart-shaped herb, he froze. Zaya looked back when she no longer heard his footsteps and smiled warmly, reaching out her hand to him. He took it, and she led him through the doors. Erik almost wanted to close his eyes, but he knew he had to face his past actions head-on.

He looked around, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw there were dozens of tiny glowing purple buds just begging to become full-grown flowers. He laughed in disbelief at what he was seeing. He had burnt the garden to ashes, but now here it was, thriving in spite of him.

“It took us a while to get them to grow again, but thankfully we were able to put out the fire before the roots were harmed,” Zaya spoke as he wandered through the garden in awe.

“And these...they still work?”

“The princess took a sample and tested it in her lab. According to her, this new batch might be a little different, but they should still work. Bast has given them her blessing, so that is enough for me.”

“So, I didn’t ruin Wakanda’s future like I thought...”

“No, just a bump in the road,” she smiled.

Just as he was about to respond, the strangest thing happened. His eyes were trained on one of the buds, and suddenly he could see every little vein in the leaves and the detail of the curled-up petals. The color became brighter and even more purple than most people could comprehend, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he smiled.

He could see again.

“Are you ok?” Zaya asked tentatively.

Erik cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just my senses are coming back, and...they’re beautiful.”

“And resilient.”

He laughed and wiped the tear from his face.

“How about I give you some time alone?”

“Thanks, Zaya, that’d be great.”

She bowed her head in deference and went back the way they came. When she was gone, Erik let out a sigh as he took in the sight before him.

“They really made it…”

“Of course, they did. Did you think I would leave my people defenseless?” Bast’s silky voice rang out through the temple, and he turned around to see her standing there in her mostly-human form. She was a statuesque and curvaceous woman with the head of a panther and locs that spilled over her ebony shoulders. Erik dropped to his knees as she walked towards him. “No need for all of that. Stand up, Jaguar.”

He laid eyes on her once more as he rose from the ground. Her glow was almost blinding, but his eyes adjusted quickly.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you in person.”

“Get used to it. I like to pop in on my champions every now and again. Sometimes in dreams, sometimes in your thoughts, and sometimes in person. It all depends.”

“On what?”

“On you and what you need, or what I need from you.”

“Ok, so what do you need from me?”

Bast chuckled. “Truthfully, nothing this time. I just needed to see you face-to-face.”

“You don’t have an assignment for me?”

“Not yet. I know how much you enjoy the sanctuary, so I’ll let you stay there a little whille longer. Plus, you are just now mending your marriage and need time to spend with your wife and child before I call you away.”

“How much time?”

“Enough,” she winked.

“You’re so cryptic,” Erik chuckled.

“Yes, your cousin thinks so, too. However, I prefer ‘mysterious.’”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you long,” she sighed. “You have some party planning to do. They grow up fast, don’t they?”

“Especially when you miss a couple of years,” he murmured.

“Which is why I’m giving you at least a year before I call on you. Make good use of it, Erik.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

“Good. Oh, and one more thing, Erik.”

“Yeah?”

“Try running back to the palace,” she winked again as she shimmered away, leaving him alone in the temple.

Erik tried to contain himself as he left the garden and ran into Zaya.

“Was your ‘alone’ time fruitful?” she asked knowingly.

All he could do was beam at her with his megawatt dimpled smile.

“Very.”

Erik said goodbye and ran back through the forest to the city, his heart beating out of his chest in excitement. His superhuman speed carried him back in no time as the wind whipped against his body. A smile was plastered on his face the whole time, even when he slowed down as he reached the outskirts of Birnin Zana. He hurried to the palace as inconspicuously as he could and happened to run into Mira just as she was leaving. When she saw the look on his face, she couldn’t help the grin that took over hers.

“So, how did- Erik!” She squealed as he picked her up and twirled her around with barely any effort.

“They’re back!”

“Your powers?”

“Well, yeah, but the heart shaped herb is coming back!” he peppered kisses all over her face and neck while she giggled. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined you could be.”

“So I take it your vision came back, and you’re super strong again?”

“And fast. I ran here in like twenty minutes.”

“From the CIty of the Dead?!”

“Mhm,” he nodded as he set her back on the ground.

“Damn, baby, that’s...that’s amazing.”

“I need to test them out some more, so I’m gonna see if T has some time to spar. You going to the lab?”

“Shopping, actually. Okoye and Ayo took Imani so I could get some last-minute party stuff.”

“Need someone to carry your bags?”

“Oh, hell yeah. Especially since you got that jaguar strength again.”

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

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Early that Saturday morning, as the sun crested over the trees, Mira and Erik stood on the tarmac watching as the Royal Talon descended from the sky. Mira was almost shaking with excitement as the doors opened and T’Challa stepped out, followed by some of her favorite people in the whole world.

“Titi!”

SJ ran down the ramp past the king and flung himself into his auntie’s arms. She held him tight and rocked him from side to side as Stef and Ana approached, with Daveed teetering between the two of them.

She looked up at them and gasped, “Oh my god, he can walk now? How long have I been gone?”

“Girl, too long,” Havana complained as she wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law.

Stefan was next to greet her, and his eyes stayed glued to Erik the whole time as he enveloped his sister in a bear hug, “We missed you, Sammy.”

“No, you miss my cooking,” she laughed as she crouched down to say hi to her littlest nephew.

“You remember Titi Mira?” Ana asked him, and he shook his head, hiding behind his dad’s leg.

“That’s ok, we can get to know each other while you’re here,” Mira smiled at him and stood back up.

“Who are you?” SJ asked when he finally noticed the man standing behind his aunt.

“SJ, this is your Uncle Erik. You might not remember him but-“

He thought about it for a moment before it dawned on him. “Do you still have all those bumps on you?”

Stefan tried to hold in his snickering, and Havana hit him in his chest.

“Uh, yeah, I do.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Heh, thanks, lil man.”

“So, brother in law…It’s good to see you,” Stef deadpanned. He was clearly not feeling Erik anymore.

“You, too, man,” Erik went to dap him up, and he stared at his hand in contempt.

“Stefan, behave,” Havana said with a roll of her eyes. “Hi Erik, how are you?”

“Much better since I’ve been here.”

“Good, good…”

T’Challa had been standing to the side while the family reunited but decided to intervene when things got awkward.

“Stefan, Havana, let us show you to your quarters.”

“Oooh, our ‘quarters,’” Ana sang excitedly. “Sounds so fancy.”

“It’s a palace, Ana. Of course it’s fancy,” Stef grumbled.

She cut her eyes at him. “Don’t act out in front of company.”

Mira chuckled. She hadn’t realized how much she missed hearing their playful bickering.

As they made their way through the place, Stef and Ana stared slack-jawed at their surroundings while SJ ran ahead of the group.

“You live here?” Ana asked.

“Mhm. It’s gorgeous, right?!” Mira bragged.

“That’s not even the word…”

T’Challa smirked as he listened to them compliment his home.

“So, where’s the birthday girl?” Stefan asked.

“She is with my mother and Ororo.”

“Ororo?” Stef stopped in his tracks. “Munroe?!”

“The one and only,” T’Challa grinned proudly.

“Holy shit…”

“Language,” Havana chided her husband as she covered SJ’s ears.

“What is it with these men and cursing around children?” Mira shook her head at her brother.

“Girl, I don’t know, but let’s get back to Storm. How’d y’all meet?”

“She’s his girlfriend,” Erik nodded towards his cousin.

“Dang, how’d you get her? I mean, I know you’re a king and all, but- Wait, are you a mutant, too?” Stef asked.

T’Challa and Mira made eye contact, and she nodded for him to continue. They were family and would most likely be seeing a lot of Wakanda, so they’d find out eventually.

“I am enhanced, yes.”

“Like Steve Rogers?” SJ chimed in excitedly from a few feet ahead.

“He wishes,” T’Challa complained under his breath as they stopped in front of the door across from Erik and Mira. Both of them chuckled at the king’s arrogance.

“So...you’re enhanced. Why, though?” Stef asked.

They entered the suite, and the interrogation was cut short when the Greenwoods saw how beautiful their temporary home was.

“Holy shit…” Ana mused as she covered SJ’s ears.

Mira gave them a quick tour while T’Challa and Erik hung back in the living area.

“So, you and Stefan-”

“He never liked me, and I made things worse by disappearing,” he shrugged.

T’Challa nodded as he changed into his suit.

“Oh, so you’re coming all the way out?”

“They will find out eventually, so I might as well get it over with.”

Erik nodded as Mira rounded the corner and saw T’Challa in his suit. She smirked and called SJ. He ran back into the room and froze when he saw Black Panther standing there next to his uncle. Ana was next to round the corner and looked at her son questioningly before she looked up and saw what he was staring at with his mouth open.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said with a hand on her hip.

“About what?” Stef came next, and T’Challa’s mask disappeared into his necklace. “This place is insane.”

SJ couldn’t move. He was looking at his favorite hero in the entire world, right there in the place he’d call home for the next week. His mind could barely wrap around what he was seeing, and he couldn’t process his emotions. Tears started flowing down his face, and a sob wracked his body.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok, baby,” Ana crouched down and wiped his tears as Stef came over with Daveed on his hip.

“You’re not excited to see Black Panther?” He asked his eldest son.

SJ shook his head, and T’Challa deflated. Erik kept his snickering to himself, but Mira shot him a look anyway.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“He’s just in shock. It’ll wear off eventually,” Ana said as she brushed SJ’s locs out of his face.

————

It took way longer to wear off than they thought, and by the time they arrived at the party venue in the palace’s botanical gardens that afternoon, he still hadn’t said a word. T’Challa tried to speak to him a couple of times, but he shied away behind Mira or his parents. Eventually, Erik convinced him to give the kid some space and pulled the dejected king away to the other side of the garden. While the other kids and their parents arrived, SJ kept looking at T’Challa out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, he doesn’t bite...or scratch,” Mira leaned in and said to her nephew as she sat down next to him at the kid’s table. “In fact, he’s pretty cool once you get to know him.”

“Does Imani know?” he spoke up for the first time in hours, and Mira was happy to hear his voice again.

“Oh, yeah. He told us when we got here, but it’s a secret so she pinky promised not to tell. You know, I screamed when I saw him.”

“You did?!”

“Mhm. He really needs to learn how to ease people into it, huh?” she asked as she poked at his side, making him giggle. Stef and Ana watched from a few yards away and smiled with him while they kept a watchful eye on Daveed as he waddled around the flowers.

SJ nodded in response, and Mira kissed his temple before getting up and leaving him to ponder her words. Right when he had worked up the courage to speak to his hero, Erik announced that Imani was on her way with Ororo and Ramonda.

“I can’t wait to see my baby girl!” Ana squealed.

Mira excitedly grabbed Erik’s hand, and he kissed her knuckles, making Stef narrow his eyes as he and his family hid behind a mango tree.

Imani appeared with her auntie and future cousin, and T’Challa recorded as she squealed excitedly at seeing everybody. A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, Ade, and all her other friends from school greeted her with a loud “Happy birthday!” The newly five-year-old’s tunnel vision made her almost ignore her parents and other adults completely until Erik picked her up and gave her a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Cupcake!”

“We have a surprise for you,” Mira sang.

“What is it?” Imani asked excitedly.

Erik set her down and turned her around as Mira motioned for her family to reveal themselves. SJ ran out from behind the tree and nearly tackled his cousin to the ground while her aunt, uncle, and baby cousin took a calmer approach.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Stef exclaimed while his eldest son continued to squeeze her tight. SJ let her go, and she ran into her uncle’s arms. Ana crouched down next to him, and Imani threw her arms around her neck.

“We’ve missed you so much!” Ana said as she fought tears.

“I missed you too. Wakanda is so cool! I can’t wait to show you everything,” Imani babbled.

“Did you know about Black Panther?” SJ asked, still a little nervous about meeting his hero.

Imani nodded, “I promised to keep it a secret, or I would’ve told you. It’s so cool, right?”

SJ nodded, and Imani dragged him off to meet her friends.

Erik couldn’t keep the smile off his face if he tried as he watched his little social butterfly play with her friends and cousin. It wasn’t until Mira came up and nudged him that he even realized he was staring.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he put his arm around her and kissed her temple. “Just reliving some things.”

Mira looked at him curiously and he continued, “One of the few good memories I have from childhood that we talked about in therapy was my seventh birthday party. This kind of reminds me of that.”

Mira smiled as they stood there and watched Shuri, Ororo, and T’Challa play with the kids. The king regaled them with stories of his adventures, and Shuri let them ride on very slow hoverbikes while Ororo harnessed the wind to lift them up and let them fly a couple of feet off of the ground. The kids were having a ball, and their parents seemed to enjoy themselves as well. Okoye, M’Baku, and a couple other people gravitated towards each other and fell into conversation about being single parents. However, the rest of them spent most of their time ogling the royal family.

Eventually, it was time to eat and the parents were able to corral the kids into sitting down at the table. After stuffing their faces with an array of Imani’s favorite foods, Mira led the “happy birthday” song as she and Ayo carried out a huge Doc McStuffins birthday cake. Imani and SJ were the only kids who knew who she was, but everyone enjoyed the cake nonetheless. Erik couldn’t help the tear that almost came to his eye as he listened to his wife sing to their daughter, just like his mother had done to him. Loudly and slightly off key. Next, Shuri led the group in a Wakandan birthday song, and Imani blew out the huge number five candle in the center of the cake.

Mira kept stealing glances at Erik as he sliced it up and handed out pieces to everyone. He looked so happy. Even when one of the kids tripped and got icing all over his pants leg, he just kept on smiling.

Even Stef noticed the change in his brother-in-law’s demeanor and brought it up to Ana, “He smiles too much now. It’s weird.”

“It’s weird that he’s happy?”

“No, it’s just weird to see. He used to be so…”

“Surly and unapproachable.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Maybe you should get to know him?”

“Hmph,” he grunted in response. Ana decided to leave it alone for the time being and left his side to go talk to Erik.

“You think you can handle the sleepover?” she asked him.

“Thank Bast it’s not all of them.”

“It’s not?”

“Hell no, just her little crew,” he pointed to A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, and Ade. “I’m not taking care of all these kids.”

Ana laughed, “Understood.”

“So...your husband still doesn’t like me, huh?”

“Can you blame him?” Ana deadpanned.

“Nah, I’d be the same way in his shoes.”

“He’ll come around eventually...maybe,” she said as she placed a comforting hand on his arm before being pulled away by her son to watch the Black Panther and Storm show off their powers some more. SJ still couldn’t bring himself to speak to T’Challa, but it was a start.

As the party wound down and most of Imani’s classmates went home, the few that stuck around relocated inside to the Stevens’ suite in the palace. Even with a handful of screaming children in his home, Erik was on cloud nine. He loved to see a smile on his Cupcake’s face, and he wondered if he looked that happy when he was a kid. He concluded he probably did, and as the kids watched an animated movie, he and Mira curled up on the couch behind them. While the rugrats were distracted, he pulled her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips.

“What was that for?” she smiled.

“I’ve just been thinking…”

“About what?”

“About making more good memories, you know? Some of the happiest times in my life were times just like this…and time spent with you.”

Mira looked down with a smile on her face and he brought it back up to look in her eyes.

“Marry me again.”

Her eyebrows damn near reached her hairline and a Grinch-like smile crept up her face as she nodded.

“I’d love to.” Next Chapter

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iced americano, to-go - myg | m

one more cup of coffee for the road. one more cup of coffee before i go to the valley below - one more cup of coffee, bob dylan

↳ summary- yoongi really REALLY loves iced coffee...

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nc17

↳ word count- 2.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- pwp lol, smut, fluff, crack? man this is just smut about coffee

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (dont…pls), light dirty talk, face sitting, cream pie, uhhhh i think thats it

↳ a/n- i had an iced americano this morning that made me feel things and i imagine yoongi would feel the same way.... pls forgive me. ily❤

The sunlight that pounds into Yoongi’s head feels like a punishment for staying up so late drinking the night before.

He rolls over in an attempt to pull you closer, wanting to breathe in the scent of your shampoo but finds himself coming up short and snuggling your pillow instead.

He groans and cracks an eye open and finds the bed empty. It’s still warm—you must not have gone long, but Yoongi frowns regardless. He’s fighting a hangover headache and wants nothing more than the feel of your soft skin.

He flops onto his back dramatically and lays an arm over his eyes to block out the blinding light. A sigh escapes him and he finds himself slipping back into a light doze when he hears the familiar beeping of the keypad of the front door to your shared apartment.

Yoongi props himself up slightly as you finally enter the bedroom. A long T-shirt hangs off your body, and you’re clearly not wearing a bra underneath—apparent from the way your nipples poke through the fabric. The striped shorts on your legs barely cover your modesty and your hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a year.

But best of all, you’re clutching two iced drinks in your hand. Yoongi thinks you’ve never looked so perfect.

“I brought you an iced americano,” you yawn as you toe the slippers off your feet.

“You went to Starbucks like that?” He asks as he lifts an eyebrow in surprise.

“And what about it?” You retort as you place the cold drink in his hand.

“God, I fucking love you, you know that?” He questions, setting the drink on the nightstand before he pulls you into his arms. “My fucking soul mate.”

You squeak at the surprise hug and muffle a response into his bare chest that he can’t hear but he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is you, the fact that you feel just as shitty as him and still went out of your way to get him the one drink that he can’t live without.

“Sit on my face,” he demands.

The look in your eyes tells him you’re caught off guard but you nod in agreement anyways.

“Because I...got you coffee?” You ask dumbly as you shimmy the shorts down your legs.

“Yeah, you got me fucking coffee. Let me eat you out.”

“Okay…”

He can tell by your unsure tone that you still don’t get it, but who are you to deny the rapper’s tongue technology.

The shorts come off quickly and he shivers at the sight of you without panties. Knowing you went to a coffee shop barely clothed in order to get him a drink makes his cock harden like stone.

You’re still clutching your own drink as you straddle your boyfriend’s face and hover over him—you’re so dazed and confused by the sudden request that you forget it’s there.

Yoongi grins and wraps his arms around your legs securely and beckons you closer.

“My good little girlfriend being so sweet and getting me a coffee for my hangover, fuck,” he groans as he can see you’re already slick. It doesn’t take you long to get excited when it involves the man below you.

Yoongi pulls you down further until his nose is buried in your cunt. It makes you whine as you feel his hot breath.

Yoongi chuckles, then pulls you in even closer and begins his onslaught with his tongue.

It dances over your clit and swirls it around, making you gasp and squeal and grip the drink in your hands tighter.

As yoongi gets to work, he sighs into you at the feel of your legs trembling and core shaking. He drags the flat of his tongue around your clit and down to spear into your dripping cunt. He laps at the juices that seep out now, and he’s sure his face will be covered in your essence by the time he’s done.

He hums his approval at the sweet taste of you and smirks as you gasp at the vibration. You’re easy to get off like this. The surprise coupled with the position has you near the edge already.

“Y-yoongi,” you mewl as you begin to pant heavily.

It thrills him to feel your wetness begin to paint his face. His grip tightens on your soft thighs as he increases his fervor. He can’t get enough of the wet heat of you, his tongue diving inside you as deep as he can get it.

Your taste is one he doesn’t think he can live without. He’s not sure how he did live without it for so long before he actually got to have you.

It’s hard to breathe with his face pressed into your cunt but the thought of breathing is so far out of Yoongi’s mind it barely registers. He’d gladly suffocate between the thickness of your thighs, face pressed against you and tongue buried inside you forever. There’s no way he’d rather go.

You’re crying out, free hand dragging through his hair and gripping the freshly dyed black locks. You’re unable to hold back the loud moans of pleasure that rack through you now. Yoongi feels jubilant.

“Sh-shit! Yoongi! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You’re wailing as loud as you can. Yoongi’s headache doesn’t even mind the loud echo of your voice. It seems your pussy is more potent than any painkiller he could take.

He coaxes you, pressures you to cum as hard as you can as he flicks your clit with dangerous speed. His tongue is flickering back and forth across the nub with increasing pressure and speed. Your wails match in time to the beat he sets in your cunt.

It doesn’t take long until you’re screaming his name and throwing your head back shamelessly as your orgasm washes over you. He feels the slick burst and slide down his mouth, pooling at the crevices of his neck. He slurps as much as he can, not wanting to miss a single drop if he can help it.

You whine in over sensitivity and your hips shudder as he continues and you’re giggling to beg him to stop. He releases your thighs and allows you to move off his face.

The sight of Yoongi covered in your own cum makes you suddenly desperate for more of him. You’re greedy and Yoongi’s cock tightens in his boxers—it wants all the attention you can give it.

“Fuck, that was hot, babe,” he murmurs as he wipes your slick off with a hand.

Your cheeks are tickled pink like you’re embarrassed, but you both know you’re anything but.

“Fuck me.”

Yoongi grins at your demand and winks.

“Let’s put that coffee down first, yeah?” He says as he reaches for your own iced drink still clutched in your hand. He sets it next to his and chuckles. “I’m proud of you. Not a single spill.”

You’re pulling his boxers down and pressing kisses to his hard length.

“I’d rather die than spill my coffee,” you sigh as your lips wrap around the head of his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he watches you envelop him. “That’s my fucking girl.”

He’s not sure if he’s praising you for the fantastic cock sucking or the fact you’re just as coffee obsessed as he is—neither of you care. The praise alone is enough.

Your head bobs and Yoongi moves hair out of your face. He wants to see your pretty eyes as you pleasure him. It’s one of the best parts of the act. He wishes he could frame a photo of your face with your mouth shoved full of his cock—it’s his favorite scene.

He feels his body shudder and balls tighten and he’s afraid he’s already so close and wants to cum inside your sweet cunt rather than down your throat tonight. He nudges your face and pulls you up with a gentle ‘ah, ah’.

You lift, eyebrow raised in confusion and he pulls you close to straddle his hips.

“Wanna fill you up.”

You need no other reason. Your fingers lift and tug your baggy sleep shirt off completely and you’re preening at how on display you are for the rapper. He drinks the sight of your full breasts, thick thighs, dripping cunt. It’s his favorite gift, one he gets to open every single day and night.

“Gonna ride your cock, babe,” you promise as you line yourself up.

Yoongi smirks and settles his hands in the curve of your waist, smoothing them down until he reaches the crest of your hips.

A hiss leaves him as you slowly take him in, inch by inch. The heat of your drenched core has him nearly cumming right there, but he grits his teeth and holds it in. He’s so turned on from everything about you this morning that he feels his orgasm is hanging on by a single tripwire.

“Oh, my god,” you gasp as you finally settle and sit with him fully encased in you. “So fucking big.”

The compliment goes directly to Yoongi’s ego and he winks at you as you open your eyes to stare down at him. Your hands move to rest on his bare chest and you move your hips to start a rising motion.

Yoongi’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling. He loves the way you take initiative. He loves laying back and letting you do the hard work. The way your pussy grips his cock has him pressing his lips against yours and moaning his approval into your mouth.

Your tongues swirl around each other as your ass bounces on his thighs and you gasp against his lips every time the bulbous head of his dick rubs at the spot inside you that makes your vision white out for just a few seconds. You’re already high from your first orgasm, and your second is quickly approaching.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” Yoongi groans, pulling his mouth away from yours as he assists your hips in bouncing on his cock. “Got me my own fucking coffee.”

You babble in reply, something that doesn’t make sense but you both understand it. It means ‘of course I did. I fucking love you.’

You both quicken your pace. He can tell your thighs are burning from the exertion but the bliss written on your face tells him you don’t care. Your hand drops to rub at your clit and Yoongi’s mesmerized by the movements. He can’t wait to feel you reach your second high with him buried so deep inside you.

“I love you,” he grunts. His voice is becoming raw, feral. He’s moving you up and down his cock so fast, aided by the slickness pouring out of you. “My fucking hot little girlfriend buying me fucking coffee.”

He’s stuck on that notion, captivated that you went out of your way to make his morning better.

“Mmmmf, gonna fucking stuff you full of my cum, babe,” he warns. He can feel his abdomen clench with incoming pressure. “You want that, baby? You want this little pussy dripping with my cum all day?”

Your bottom lip trembles, and he can tell by the fluttering of your walls that you’re close.

“Say it, baby girl. Say you want my cum. I’ll give it to you, just say the word.”

“Yoongi! Fuck!” Your finger speeds up, circling lasciviously at the bundle of nerves he thoroughly tongue abused earlier. “Fucking cum inside me!”

Yoongi is incapable of holding back after your needy demand and he throws his head back against the pillow and ruts up into you once, twice, three times until he feels all of It snap inside him. His cock pulses hot white stripes in your core.

The feeling of his twitching dick inside you sends you feeling and you steel yourself with a hand on his chest to keep from collapsing as you ride him through the top crest of your orgasm.

“Ohhhh! Fuck!” You scream as your channel pulses tightly around him, sucks his seed in deep and molds itself around his cock. It grips him tight and Yoongi whimpers at the feeling.

There’s nothing he can compare it to. No other feeling in the world compares to the way each ridge of his cock feels when you’re cumming around him. He feels like it’s the definition of nirvana.

Both bodies are slicked with sweat and you let your body fall to rest your cheek on Yoongi’s shoulder. His arms wrap around your body as he nuzzles into you. His cock remains deep inside you, and he can feel his own hot cum start to slide around his cock, mixing with your own release.

He pushes you up for a moment, wants to see the way your pussy drips his seed. You understand his need and sit up, lifting your pelvis to allow his cock to slide out of you.

A hot white trail of cum follows and lands on his lower abdomen, and Yoongi whines at the sight of his cum slicking up your channel, filling you to the brim. It sets a flame to the possessive part of him he can’t control. You’re his. Fully.

After a moment of silence, you lower back down to rest on his thighs and reach for the two drinks on the nightstand.

Yoongi chuckles as you press his dark drink into his hands and you greedily suck up the caffeinated beverage in your own.

“Thanks for the coffee,” he jokes as he sips at it through the straw and savors the taste of it, mixing with the taste of you still on his lips.

You smile at him as you rub your slick core up and down his bare thigh.

“Shit, I’m about to buy you coffee every fucking day if that’s how you’re gonna treat me.”

Yoongi winks and pokes at your side teasingly.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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