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winchesterxxi · 4 years ago

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To Please A Ruler (Boba Fett x Reader)

Rating: E (Explicit: Only Suitable for Adults)

Type: sMUT

Request: “ A (very) smutty one shot to celebrate reclaiming Jabba's Palace , on that throne... ”

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NSFW; Season 2 of The Mandalorian Spoilers, Smut, obviously (Oral sex [male receiving], vaginal penetration, spanking, cum swallowing, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex )

A/N: Did Sam just start writing her first series? Yes, indeed. I simply thought that this request was too good to be crammed into a single fic which would probably turn out very sloppy sooooooooo here is part one of this short series, probably approx 5 parts.

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Tatooine wasn’t exactly the destination you had in mind after dropping of The Mandalorian and his crew, but it’s not as if there was a different place you could go to. Boba mentioned something about a “Jabba’s Palace”, which you’d only ever heard stories of because of a certain embush that left it’s whole criminal web in the dust.

Stepping out of The Slave, you followed Boba to what looked like a completely abandoned building weren’t it for the two guards standing by the main entrance that you shot on sight.

More shooting ensued as you stepped in front of Boba and started shooting any other guard that appeared in your way, until you reached what looked like the main room of the palace.

It was then Boba stepped out from behind you, slowly coming down the stairs slowly and walking up to Bib Fortuna, the former Majordormo of Jabba The Hutt.

"Boba! I thought you were dead!” he said in Huttese, laughing "I am so glad to see you..."

Boba is stepping closer to him, not saying a word, causing Fortuna to stammer his words "I- I had heard many rumors--" suddenly, Boba lifts his blaster, shooting his chest, putting an end to his pointless ramble.

Taking a step up the throne’s platform, Boba shoves Fortuna's body onto the ground, causing a little cloud of sand dust to climb into the air, as he sits down on the throne, legs splayed out, taking up the whole seat.

You can’t help your arousal, closing your legs together, which he seems to notice as he calls you in his direction with his pointer finger. You obey, walking up to him and sitting sideways on his lap as his hands find both your waist and your lap.

“How do you think we should celebrate this, princess?” he asks you, tilting his helmet, as the hand that rested on your lap starts tracing its way up and down your thigh.

“I have something in mind.” you smirk at him, shifting on top of him. “Let me suck you off.”

“I like the way you think.” you hum in response. He lifts his hands to his head as to take the helmet off but you grab his wrists before he can do anything “Leave it on.” Stepping off his lap you sink to your knees in between his legs, running your hand along his pants and palming him over his clothes, causing a hiss to escape the helmet.

You gaze up at his visor through your lashes, lips parted in anticipation. Boba groans at the sight of you, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. You can’t look away. It’s huge, thick, straight and fully erect, and you want it in your mouth.

Stroking it a few times you can see a bead of precum dripping deliciously down its head. Spitting twice into your palm you watch his chest rise as you work your saliva over his cock in front of you. He grunts softly, before you move the head of his cock towards your parted lips, tongue peeking out as you move closer.

Listening rapturously to his jagged breaths as you pleasure him, makes you work even harder to accommodate his girth, stretching your lips, suckling at the head before bobbing down, flicking your tongue against the vein you can feel pulsing on the underside.

You love the taste of him. Before you know it, you’re working more and more of him into your mouth as your hands work on his balls, as you let him hit the back of your throat, swallowing and relaxing your reflexes to take him fully.

“You like that don’t you?” he asks, gripping a fistful of your hair, trying to steady himself. Your only possible answer is to hum, which sends shivers down his back as the vibrations hit his cock.

After a few seconds, his cock starts to pulse and you that he is starting to get close, so you step away from him, wiping your mouth and unzipping your own uniform pants.

“You are spoiling me, babygirl.”

“All for my Master.” you smirk, kneeling on top of him, legs on both sides of his hips. You moan wantonly as you lower yourself onto him, whimpering as he stretches you out painfully slow. You feel like he might break you. Just when you think you can’t take any more, another delicious inch of him pushes in. The drag of his cock against your insides blinds you with how good it feels.

Your pussy drips around him, making obscene wet noises as you begin to rock your hips against his. The moans and gasps of delight that you both make should embarrass you, but instead you eagerly buck your hips, shamelessly fucking yourself down on his cock.

He reaches down one of his hands, to rub your clit, but like before you grab his wrist and push it away. “This is about you today. I’m here to pleasure you.”

You start bouncing up and down, using his chest to steady yourself as his hands find your ass.

"You gonna cum sweet girl? Cum for me, baby, let go. Cum all over me.Let go on your Master's cock while he fucks you on his new throne ." Feeling his cock twitch inside of your pussy, you come harder than you ever have in your life. Your cunt clamping down on him, and you cry out until he comes too, spurting inside you and groaning filthily, his fluids dripping out of you.

You dropped your head down against his shoulder, so wracked with pleasure you couldn't hold it up anymore. He grunted harshly in your ear, fingers buried so deeply in the soft flesh of your ass cheeks that you'd be wearing the bruises of his fingerprints for days.

He brushed away the stray hair that had fallen in your face, running his thumb across your cheek.

“Is this going to a regular thing or is it just for today.”

“Whenever the king wants.” you breathe, his cock still inside of you.

“Then I think the king wants a round 2.”

“As you wish.” you smirk starting to move your hips again. Except his stamina lasted much more than 2 times, and you couldn’t wait to do this every time he wanted. Because you did love it - to please you ruler.

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baybee45 · 4 years ago

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Ka’ra

A/N: Always scanning the crowd Jabba the Hutt notices his favoured bounty hunter staring at his new toy. You.

Boba Fett x Female Reader

Chapter 2

Warnings: Deals with mature subjects (slavery, women being objects, canon typical violence)

The air was stale and seasoned heavily with spiced t'bac smoke. Each inhale burned your lungs as if the roasting-spit fire behind, had actually been set up between your ribs. Searing their edges with each breath and charring your heart. The jewel tone fabric of your barely their outfit only cemented the notion you were forced to swallow, to accept as truth; you were an object, a thing. To be looked at, lusted for, and eventually replaced once the sparkle of your newness was eroded away by greedy, corrosive hands.

For now you wait, laying as still as possible next to the dozing, humid belly of the Hutt, counting the seconds as they slowly dripped by. If you are nothing more then an ornament on Jabba slab of a throne. He is nothing more then a snot nosed child, who had pushed and murdered his way to where he now sits. A king on top of a putrid garbage pile. A crime lord overseeing a kingdom of filth, scum and treachery. His palace was as oppressive as the afternoon heat outside, a place where bright futures come to wither and die.

An excited whisper enters Jabba the Hutt’s ear as he and the crowd begin to stir. A silent anticipation was growing loud in the hushed room. It was punctured only by the clinking of metal descending down the entrances stairs. Curiosity gets the better of you overriding your fear of punishment. You look up from your own predicament to view another’s.

A man in green Mandalorian armor enters, a halo of musty light forms behind him. He brings with him a dead men. A breathing corpse. Fear had clawed itself so deep into the Rodian’s face, terror oozed out with each reluctant step forward. After a swift kick to the back of prisoners legs, he falls before the Hutt and like a house of cards he flolds onto himself. Dust dances and twirls around after each laboured breath from the Rodian’s trembling body.

The dead men's mouth quivers as mumbled words try to make their way out. ‘Please’ you hear finally manage to slip past. The word not even able to lift off the floor, shudders and gasps. It lies dead besides him before it could even reach the Hutt’s ears. The Rodian drags his eyes like an arduous weight off the floor, latching onto yours. Desperate. Pleading. Not for mercy but for the only thing you can give; sympathy.

(Sympathy: the comfort in knowing you are seen. To be seen; the personal belief that your presence was felt by others.)

So like a solemn hug after terminal diagnosis you hold onto his gaze tight. In it's reflection you see yourself; standing there at the mercy of Jabba and his childish whims. With each passing day you know your own value decreases. It is only a matter of time befor— the trapdoor opens.

The screams of the Rodian are quickly enveloped by the jeers of the blood thirsty audience's own rowdy shouts. They in turn are only quieted by the sound of a spine snapping crunch of the beast's jaws. An eerie silence always seems to follow. It lingers only momentarily, swept away by Jabba's hand motioning towards the band to play one of his favourite tunes. Everything carries on as normal and lets face it, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

You have not been around the Hutt long enough to understand his bellowing tongue but you could tell he was talking about you, because his grubby hands passed your leash off to his Majordomo, a rat of a men, Bib Fortuna. His beady-eyes and sharpened and pointy teeth only reinforce your theory. Without warning Jabba's rat pulls you forward. Barely able to catch yourself, you struggle to get a footing and keep up behind him. He drags you through the debauch crowd still gathered around the viewing grille, watching the rancor finish off the last bits of the Rodian. He pulls you past them with a steady and uncompassionate pace.

"For you Boba Fett, as thanks from Jabba the Hutt. For dealing with the last problem in record time. And bringing some much needed, uh, entertainment for today." Bib speaks in a sugary sweet voice that causes the few occupants of your stomach to threaten to leave.

Whipping you towards the man wearing tarnish green armor, you stumble into his lap. The rat then pulls your heavy chain taut, bringing you inches from his sharpened teeth. Your knuckles lose blood flow and you're positive bruises would’ve been left on the man's legs if it wasn't for his armor, as you try desperately to avoid being pulled any closer to the Majordomo noxious breath.

"Make him happy and don't try anything, if you do..." The rat sneers and his free hand clutches your face, his long and yellowed claws dig deep into your soft skin.

"... Jabba said next time he wont care if I bruise up your pretty little face." His tongue darts across his lips, savouring each word of his threat, his promise. Each hot syllable spewed out of his mouth, felt like a slap hitting you hard across the face. They left a swelling, invisible mark. The sting of it now has tears threatening an escape.

"Enough." Demanded Boba. It froze your tears, like a thin layer of ice in place and sent a chill down your spin. His voice was deep and expectant, he was not someone who was used to being disobeyed you quickly concluded.

“Remove the collar.”

"Ar-are you sure? She is new, and still a little... wild."

Boba cocked his head, amused by the notion that you had caused enough trouble to evoke such a warning. He shuffles you around as if you were a paper doll. You now half faced him and half faced the henchmen. Boba made sure the lock of your collar was facing Bib as an answer to the Majordomo concerns.

"Very well." Conceded Bib. Who takes extra time and added pleasure of causing you more discomfort as he roughly frees you from one of your two constraints. Avoiding eye contact with either of your captors, you focus down at the second: A long delicate but strong chain tying both your wrist together.

“Leave us.” And with that Bib scuttles back to his master, and leaves you alone with your temporary one. Boba would never admit to it but he had been transfixed by you the moment he entered the dingy throne room and saw you defiantly look up at him. Your quiet confidence had captured his thoughts and his recurring gaze. So much so that Jabba had notice. Bibs concerns and warnings only made him more intrigued by you. Boba couldn’t say what the color of your eyes are in this dimly lit alcove, but he could feel the fire behind them. Your tear stained, watercolour painted eyes couldn't hide the burning beneath. They matched the power of the twin suns of Tatooine he thought. You fascinated Boba more then any other gift Jabba had offered him before.

"Ka'ra." He thinks out loud, barely able to be heard above the music and hum of those in the room. It hits your shoulder, causing both of them to slump under its weight briefly before you can straighten again. Some sort of slang or vulgar term you assume. Then for a long time— a minutes or so— you just sit there. An offering waiting to be used but his gloved acidic hands lay idle.

Something warm runs across your skin, your frozen tears had managed to thaw and are now escaping down your face. They sizzled and burned your cheeks the same way rain would, if its droplets were to fall on the sun-baked sandy ground outside. You look away from the bounty hunter and mistakenly towards the roving eyes of Jabba. He does not like to see his playthings cry. Especially when they are entertaining a favoured guest. His booming voice sends his henchman scurrying towards you with a malice glint in his eyes, his promise so quickly to be satisfied.

You quickly turn yourself around straddling Boba and putting your arms around— He roughly grabs your wrists. The chain of your shackles clinks as it hits the hard metal of his helmet. Placing your hands against his armored chest, he makes sure none of the chain had gotten behind him. Instincts had taken over, protecting himself from an unforeseen attack. Boba’s hands then quickly find the back of your thighs pushing you closer to him. Only for a split second does a hand leave your bare skin, motioning to the Majordomo. Waving him away like a pest. His touch wasn't how you imagined. It was soft almost... kind. In sharp contrast to how he dealt with your wrists, they still felt the dull ache from his reprimand.

"Ka'ra" He said as you stare lost into his emotionless visor, looking at a familiar but unknown reflection. Ka’ra? He said it like it was your name. Your name? You can barely remember it. Like a foreign word it makes your tongue feel thick and stupid.

After you were sold, you would use your name like a swear word every time the slavers tried to beat the individual out. You recited it like a fervent prayer each night. Until one day you realized, no one was listening. No one would be rescuing you. And Names? Names are for people not things. The next day you were deemed ready and gifted to the great and powerful Jabba the Hutt.

The bounty hunter suddenly stands up taking you out of your thoughts and up with him.

"Come." He orders as he lowers you back to the ground. You follow him up the back stairway through cavernous belly of Jabba's palace. There is no fight, there is no point. Choice is not a freedom you have. Besides a man receiving gift from Jabba is not a man to be trifled with.

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sooibian · 5 years ago

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Stranger Things (2)

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader ft. Kyungsoo, Mark Lee, Jongdae (if you squint)

Description: You met an obnoxious lawyer at the airport and fell stupidly in “love” but little did you know, his heart belonged to someone else.

Themes: Fluff, crack, stupid OC, Mark Lee’s debut with a law firm, organic cucumbers, cowsheds, corgis, farmer!Soo, lawyer!Baek

A/N: This was not supposed to happen but four people asked for it and that’s really all it takes to get me to do something. I was SO tempted to title this - Of Cowsheds and Corgis!! This fic is ridiculous and very predictable but I gave up on the angst I was writing for this because ridiculous is just what I need right now. I truly hope you’re all safe and healthy!

Word Count: ~ 1.6k

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four (Final)

Groaning, you put down your second ‘fruit platter’ with a deliberate clang on Kyungsoo’s bedside table. Nothing. “Yah! Did you catch narcolepsy in that ridiculously mind numbing hamlet?” The skinny end of your chopstick slowly made its way to the sole of his left foot. Still nothing. Panic swelled within you and you crawled over to his side to check his breathing. He was breathing, alright.

“Eomma!” You bellowed. Maybe it was time for the third medley of diced apples and bananas.

Still nothing.

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“Sloth.” You took a jibe at a barely awake Kyungsoo.

“Creep.”

“Creep?”

“You were watching me sleep!”

“I was waiting for you to wake up! There’s a difference, Snorlax.”

“Patience - -”, his mouth fell open in a huge yawn.

“Isn’t my greatest virtue. Yeah, I know. You’ve said it a million times. It’s etched in my heart. I’ll get it tattooed across my forehead. Now spill.”

For a moment Kyungsoo looked confused before diving into his fruit platter with a half-suppressed snicker.

“What?” You attacked his stupid bespectacled face with a pillow. When was the last time he got a change of glasses? He’s worn this thick-rimmed atrocity forever. Although the man was optically challenged, his hearing was more than just fine. He was quick to spot the hint of defensiveness in your tone and his heart shaped smile had a reputation of showing up only when you were in deep trouble. “Ahhhhh….my case? The bank is entitled to a lien on the adjoining cowshed - ”

You cut in with a long impatient sigh. “Kyungsoo, sweetie, can we talk about corgis for now?”

“Chubs”, you undid your messy bun at the sound of that horrendous nickname, “you’ve got a bad case of --- honestly whatever this is. You spent two hours with him. Two.”

“Squishy, I’m not three anymore. I am a woman now.” His face contorted into an expression of disgust. “Stop. Calling me. Chubs.” Interjecting every word by striking his shoulder with your feeble wrist, you noticed how ‘un-Squishy’ he’d gotten over the past one year. “And I know all there is to know...about your 174 cm tall friend who struts around like he’s no less than 185. But that’s not him...that’s Handsome Mr. Park, his partner.”

“Stalker!” Kyungsoo’s eyes grew wide in horror and he flicked your forehead very, very hard.

Swallowing your cry of pain, you pinched his ear with all your might, making him wince. “It’s called content curation. If you ever happen to meet a lovelorn village belle ….let me know, yeah? I’m willing to put up my skills to offer. For a fee, of course.”

“YAH!” He freed himself from your grasp. “Behave! You’re not three anymore, right? Tell me...how much do you know about Baekhyun?” He was curious. Slightly panic-struck, even. But you couldn’t tell why.

“I will tell you but I need to know something before that. Has he - Doh Kyungsoo I swear to God I will bury you alive if you so much as smile - has he mentioned me at all?” You felt your face flame and a part of you really did not want to know the answer to that.

Kyungsoo sucked the insides of his cheeks in and said, “He thinks you’re interesting.”

You knew 'interesting', almost always, was nothing but a euphemism for weird. Ignoring the tender ache in your chest you said, "Well, I think he looks a lot like his corgi Mongryong. Mum has invited you to dinner tomorrow. Later, Squish." You pulled him in a bear hug, picked up the two, now polished, plates and walked out of Kyungsoo's room, slowly closing the door behind you.

"Eomma, Kyungsoo will be joining us for dinner -"

"Chubs, wait!" He hurried out of his room and handed you a rather heavy C4 size envelope. "My dentist appointment has been moved to today and I had to drop these documents off at Byun Park's", after a small pause he hesitantly continued, "he won't be there."

"Who won't be there?" Kyungsoo’s mother eyed the both of you suspiciously.

You couldn’t say no to the illustrious prince of a family who fed you a whole carton of organic fruits a while ago. At least not in front of the matriarch.

"It's nothing Eomma… it's Kyungsoo's friend Byun Baekhyun. Yah! Doh Kyungsoo! Stop acting like he's my ex boyfriend."

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Your heart raced as you stepped into the elevator of the swanky commercial building. Pushing the button for the 27th floor, you turned around to examine yourself in the mirror feeling frumpy and underdressed in your faded yellow sweater and mom-jeans. The ding of the elevator jolted your heart and your mouth went dry as you lay your eyes on the blond haired man standing in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to snake your arm around Doh Kyungsoo’s neck and put him in a tight chokehold until he begged for mercy -- at this point you weren’t very keen on letting go of the imaginary, gasping for breath, blue in the face, Doh Kyungsoo. He won’t be there??

“Hi”, you said stepping out of the elevator but what you really wanted to say was ‘I want to delete myself’.

“Airport Girl!” He jested. You didn’t feel very apologetic anymore or even underdressed for that matter since the partner of a snooty law firm thought that a long sleeved jersey with bib shorts were an acceptable choice of clothing. Nevertheless, you properly introduced yourself and did what was long overdue.

“I am sorry about the other day and -- ” You briefly waited for him to cut you off with a ‘Don’t worry about it’ or even dismiss it with loud ‘hahaha’ but instead his little eyebrow raise insisted you complete your apology. “And I shouldn’t have - -”

“Airport Girl, I notice you have a problem completing your sentences.” Resting his hands on his hips he cocked his head to the side. That vaguely familiar annoying smirk made your skin crawl.

“Byun Baekhyun-ssi, I am here to see Lee Min Hyung. I am supposed to hand over Kyungsoo’s documents to him. I hope you’re working hard on my friend’s case. He really needs that cowshed back, he’s paid the broker’s fee in full for it. I hope this was coherent enough for you.” His smirk stretched into a genuine smile as he inched closer to you. Uncomfortable as you were standing in an enclosed space and conversing with a man in bib shorts, the diminished distance from his two small strides made you squirm. You could practically smell his cologne.

“I’ll forgive you if you agree to come cycling with me. Right now.”

“Absolutely not. Can I go see Lee Min Hyung now?”

“MARK LEE!” Baekhyun bellowed. The unsparing luminous smile on his face wasn’t doing any favours to the health of your heart. Within seconds, a bespectacled young lad who looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for days came rushing to his side. So Byun Baekhyun worked his employees to the bone while he himself took hiking trips in absurd outfits.

He put an arm around the frail boy and introduced the fresh law graduate to you, “This is my main man Mark Lee from Canada.” Violently thumping Mark’s back he continued, “Madam’s here with Doh Kyungsoo’s documents. Take her inside and go over the file. Check if anything’s missing and most importantly, offer her something cold to drink.” Letting go of Mark, he said to you with a wink, “I’ll be waiting in the lobby, Airport Girl. Or you’re never losing the nickname.”

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Mark Lee’s involuntary metamorphosis from scaredy cat to ferocious lion cub in the conference room took you by surprise. While going over Kyungsoo’s documents like a hawk focused on its prey, he dutifully put a glass of ice water in front of you just as instructed by Byun Baekhyun. It was nothing more than a courtesy call. “Doh Kyungso-ssi’s personal documents all look okay -- ID card, bank statements, transaction information, realtors invoice, property possession documents.” You lost him at ‘realtor’s invoice’. “Seems to me, the realtor tricked him - - why did he not get due diligence done before investing in property? How could he not notice that the title deed does not extend to the cowshed?” Mark Lee was furious….at you.

“He’s just a simple man with simple dreams who wanted to trade his city existence for a quiet rural homestead and grow organic cucumbers, I guess? Why don’t you give him a call and --”

Mark Lee’s paw met the desk in a loud smack, startling you. “A simple due diligence would’ve saved him the hassle - -”

You weren’t exactly sure of the reason Byun Baekhyun thought you’d need a cold drink but he was so right, everything else seemed wrong. You took a rather large gulp of water, snatched Mark Lee’s notepad from his firm grasp and scribbled Kyungsoo’s number in it. “Here’s Doh Kyungsoo’s number. Call him if you need anything further.” You rose from your chair and eyed him sympathetically. “Take care, Mark Lee and please don’t skip meals.”

***

He waited for you, just as he’d promised. He somehow managed to look just as stunning in that funny costume as he did when you saw him at the airport. “Let’s go. Half an hour with that enthu cutlet Mark Lee and I need to feel the wind in my hair. How do you manage?”

“Yah! Airport Girl. He’s my best and brightest.” Sounding like a proud parent he guided you to the parking lot. The guilt weighing your heart down compelled you to ask, “What about Yoona?”

“She’ll be joining us.” Baekhyun quipped nonchalantly, opening the door to his Audi for you.

It was at that exact moment you said a silent prayer to a certain 3rd generation male idol to strike you with lightning and put you out of your misery.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 29 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I have a problem, alright? In the words of the greatest poet to ever live, Mr. Kanye West - “I’m tired. You’re Tired. Jesus wept.” Also not sure if there are any typos left or not so if there are just pretend they don’t exist ok byeeeeee.

Warnings: Smut ahead. Kind of.

Word Count: ~3K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27 , Chapter 28

“Do we write our own vows?” Ben asked and handed Rory her plastic spoon. “Like, is that a thing we can do?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie covered her mouth, speaking while she chewed. She swallowed and made funny faces at Rory. “Can you believe she’s 10 months old?”

“Can you believe we’re getting married next week?” Ben countered.

“No,” Annie confessed. “Not really.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” Annie leaned forward, intrigued.

“I know you said you don’t want a big wedding -”

“Not this again.”

“- but what if we do something small scale? After we get legally married. Just a big party for friends and family.”

“Ben…”

“Look, I humoured you long enough. I’ve basically let you walk all over me. I need something, Annie.” Ben dropped his fork with a clatter. “You’re not alone in this relationship.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this?” Annie dropped her fork too. “Why is it so important for you?”

“Because it just is.” Ben glared at her. “This isn’t Shitstorm Annie’s exclusive one-woman show, you know.”

“Call me a shitstorm again. Go on.”

“Shitstorm.”

“You know what?” Annie pushed her chair back. “I’m done.”

“The hell you are. Sit down.” Ben said calmly.

“Excuse me?” Annie scoffed.

“We’re having dinner with our daughter. Sit. Down.” Ben bounced his knee impatiently. “Grow up, will you?”

“How dare you -”

“If you mention me being away in the States again, Annabelle, so help me God, there will be no wedding. At all. Secret or not.” Ben’s jaw jutted forward slightly as he clenched it. “I’m so bloody sick of you holding it against me.”

Annie sat back down, doe-eyed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Ben so riled up.

“Now, listen very carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” Ben wiped Rory’s chin with her bib. “You got what you wanted. On your terms. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Do you honestly think it’s fair to invite your family to our wedding, when mine won’t be there?” Annie quipped.

“They could be if you invited them.” Ben shrugged. “It’s totally up to you.”

“You are my family, you bellend.” Annie closed her fists. “It’s like talking to a bloody rock.”

“You’re such a control freak, Annabelle.” Ben groaned. “Let it go. For once in your life.”

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Annie looked in the mirror as she tried on an ivory colored dress. She scrutinized her reflection, nit-picking every little flaw and imperfection she could possibly find.

“Annie you’ve been glaring at yourself for fifteen minutes now.” Jamie held his head in his hands. “Please. You look beautiful. I want to leave.”

“No. This isn’t right. The hem is too long.”

“The hem is perfect.” Jamie sighed. “The neckline is perfect. The waist is perfect. Everything is bloody perfect! You look like a bloody angel.” Jamie stood up and walked over to where Annie stood. “You’re a spawn of the devil, but you look like an angel.”

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Annie looked up at her friend, wide-eyed and childlike.

“I know he will. How could he not?”

Annie fidgeted with the hem of her dress. It went up to just over her knees. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, nodding to herself.

“Alright. Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Thank God!”

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Ben spent most of his days home alone, working on writing his vows. He bit his nails as he stared at the piece of paper in front of him. His brain seemed to have forgotten how to use words properly, and went completely blank. With the wedding ceremony fast approaching, Ben could feel his entire body tense up from the stress.

They’ve planned the entire day out. Rory will be in daycare. Brian and Roger will meet Ben at the chapel he and Annie picked and triple-checked that is authorised by the Register Office. Jamie will drive Annie from set and bring her there. Once the ceremony is over and done with, they’ll pick Rory up and go have dinner at a restaurant, all three of them.

They even made reservations.

Roger gifted them two of his cymbal rings as a wedding present. Brian said his present will be a surprise. Jamie has done above and beyond to help Annabelle make this wedding happen on her terms, she couldn’t even imagine him giving anything more. In her words, ‘he risked his own bloody marriage for us, that’s more than enough.’

Ben picked up the pen and started drumming a beat on the edge of the table. When nothing came to him even still, he did the only thing he could think of. He started drinking.

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“Ben?” Annie called from the front door, holding Rory in her arms. “Are you home?”

“Yeah!” Ben’s deep voice carried from the kitchen. “Juss’ doin’ stuff.”

Annie followed his voice and found him sitting in his underwear, in the midst of empty beer bottles, a half finished bottle of whiskey and a sea of balled up papers around him. His hair stuck out in every possible direction.

“What the hell?” she managed to force out through a smile and put Rory down on the floor.

“Well, I -” Ben burped, “oof, sorry. I’m writing the vows!”

“You’re sloshed.”

“I needed to relax, alright?” Ben took another sip of his whiskey. “Get the juices flowing.”

“Ben, where are your pants?”

“I got overheated.”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“I think I’m allergic to it.” Ben shrugged. “Shoo, Annie! You’re interrupting!”

He didn’t even notice the bag she was carrying, he was so keen on finishing the task at hand. With the tip of his tongue poking out through the corner of his mouth, Ben furiously scribbled across the page.

###

“That settles it.” Clara wiped her fingers on her napkin, finishing her lunch. “Your boyfriend is allergic to all clothes.”

“Ha, ha.” Annie rolled her eyes playfully. “He looked like a child doing his homework.”

“Aw, cute!” Mike chimed in. “What was he writing?”

“Oh.” Annie froze, trying to come up with an explanation for Ben’s drunken, naked writing session the previous night. “I think he’s writing a story.”

“A story?” Clara raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Kept telling me to shoo and that I’m interrupting.” Annie hoped her voice didn’t give anything away. “Probably a Clannie story.”

Clara snorted and doubled over laughing.

###

“Ben!” Annie shouted as she entered the house. “I’m here!”

He texted her in the middle of the day that she needs to come home because he is having a serious condition that needs tending to. Ben hardly ever got sick, and when he did - he turned into the biggest, neediest baby. Annie made use of her acting skills and convinced the production team that she’s incredibly ill and could use the rest of the day off to rest.

“Come here!” Ben called from the bedroom. Annie climbed up the stairs in a rush to find Ben standing at the foot of the bed. He looked relieved to see her. “Come here for a second.”

“What’s going on?” Annie looked him up and down, trying to see what was amiss. He seemed fine. Clothes on. Great spirits. “Ben, did you call me home because you got lonely?”

“Lonely?” Ben scoffed. “This goes beyond loneliness.”

“What?”

“Just…” Ben grunted uncomfortably.

“Ben what the hell are you doing?”

“This is serious, okay?” he started to undo his belt and popped the button on his jeans open, pulling the fly down.

“For the love of God -”

“Look at this. Look at it!” Ben stood, his jeans pooled around his ankles, arms outstretched to the sides. He pointed with both hands at his crotch. “Look at how hard I am.”

“I’ll pick up a medal on the way home.” Annie rolled her eyes and turned around.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Ben stated. “This?” he palmed his boxers. “This is just because I was thinking of you. Not even in a sexual way. You popped into my head and there it is!”

“Ben, you had me seriously worried that something might be wrong and -” Annie gasped. “Will you stop playing with yourself?!”

“Only if you’ll play with me instead.” Ben stepped out of his jeans and approached her. “Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”

“Ben, I lied to everyone to get home as fast as I could and I come home to this?” Annie stepped back. “What is the matter with you?”

“I love you. I want you.” Ben started counting off answers. “I’m throbbing just thinking about you, going about your day.” He swooped forward and grabbed her, pushing his hips forward. “Feel it.”

“Have you gone completely mad?” Annie laughed as he pushed his cock against her tummy. “Ben!”

“We’re getting married. This time, tomorrow.” Ben wrapped his fingers around the column of Annie’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I am so turned on by the mere thought of having you for myself. Forever.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Ben observed.

“Are you high?”

“No.”

“Drunk?”

“Nope.”

“Just utterly insane, then?”

“Yes.”

###

“Nervous?” Brian wiggled his eyebrows at Ben.

“Not really. Just… anxious to see her.” Ben bit his bottom lip and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

The door to the chapel opened and Jamie walked in, holding it open for Annie. As if she was an actual dream, she appeared in the doorway, the light from outside casting a soft halo around her. A flower-crown weaved in her long hair, she looked like a porcelain doll in her Ivory dress. Ben’s breath caught in his chest at the sight of her.

Jamie offered his arm, and Annie held onto it, allowing him to lead her to the altar where Ben was standing with the registrar. She felt wobbly on her feet, and she wasn’t sure if the situation made her so unsteady or whether it was Roger and Brian’s presence there.

“Wait, wait!” Brian said and turned around to grab his Red Special. “Carry on now.”

To the sound of Brian’s guitar playing the Wedding March, Annie walked down the aisle towards her future husband. They both smiled so bright, it was almost blinding. As soon as she reached Ben, she grabbed his hand and held onto it for dear life. The registrar spoke, but neither Annie nor Ben listened. They just looked at each other in pure adoration.

“Hey, space cadets!” Roger snapped them out of their stupur. “Vows?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ben chuckled sheepishly and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Annie. You ran into my life screaming Silly Gwilly and turned my whole world upside down. At a wedding, oddly enough. Never in my wildest dreams did I even think I’d be standing here right now, at this very moment. All it took was one kiss and I knew that you will be mine, no matter what. God knows you didn’t go down without a fight, kicking and screaming.”

Annie chuckled.

“It’s what I love about you most. You’re red-blooded. Fierce. You go after what you want, no matter the consequences. And yet, you listen. You learn. You help me learn, as well.”

Ben smiled as he looked down at the paper and folded it back.

“Today, I vow to love you and protect you, fiercely and forever, with every fiber of my being. Even when you’re irritating me beyond belief. No matter how far away I am, I will always love you and come home to you.”

“Well, then.” Annie let out a shaky chuckle as Ben stuffed the paper back in his slacks pocket.

Her hands shook as she reached for her piece of paper.

“I’m going to start this off by saying this: Ben Jones, you are the most infuriating man I have ever met. I love you for it. You let me be myself, but you put me in my place when I get out of hand. You’re my voice of reason and sensibility. My shelter.”

Ben bit his bottom lip and smiled like a fool.

“You took every notion I had of relationships and companionship and tossed it out the bloody window, reframing my entire mind. Because of you, I let myself leave my comfort zone and I ended up doing things I never thought I’d do. Childbirth was a big one of them. You gave me Rory and Franks, and you showed me what love is supposed to do.”

Annie gulped and took a deep breath.

“You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin, even when I did my best to push you away. You are my soldier. My angel. My worst nightmare, at times. I will kill and die for you. I’ll be there for you through rain and sunshine and the end of the bloody world, for that matter. I love you, fiercely and forever.”

Ben and Annie exchanged rings and went through the motions of the ceremony, signing the wedding register obediently.

Thus, they were pronounced husband and wife.

###

Ben entered the dimly-lit bedroom quietly, smiling at Annie. She the covers pulled up to her chin, a playful glint in her eyes. Rory was sound asleep, and they were married.

“What’re you hiding over there?” Ben asked as he approached the bed. “You’re up to something. You’ve got the look.”

“See for yourself.” Annie shrugged.

Ben lifted the covers and took a long look at Annie’s naked body, her skin pale against the dark sheets. His eyes scanned her slowly, from her toes all the way up to the top of her head.

“Come and perform your husbandly duty?” Annie teased him. “Let’s consummate this bitch.”

They both cracked up laughing as Ben took off his boxers and rolled into bed next to Annie.

“Is it strange that it feels like the very first time again?” Annie whispered.

“Not at all,” Ben cleared his throat, and leaned in, his lips just brushing Annie’s. “I’m even more nervous now, actually.”

“Yeah?” Annie smiled and felt her body melt into Ben’s touch as he nodded and run his fingers through her hair. “Maybe it’s -”

Ben cut Annie off with a lingering kiss to her lips. Pulling apart, a blush rose on their cheeks as their heartbeats picked up. They’ve done this over a million times now, but never as husband and wife.

Annie caressed Ben’s jaw, looking up at him in awe. He smiled and kissed her lips again, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her lips. They weren’t usually this tender with each other, but this time was different. They couldn’t explain how so, they just felt that it was. They had forever, now. No need to rush.

Ben rolled himself on top of Annie, leaning his weight on his forearms. Their kiss deepend, changing from soft and sweet to feverish and needy. As Annie spread her legs wider, Ben slipped inside of her, pressing his forehead to the pillow, right next to Annie’s head. A whole flock of butterflies unleashed themselves as he moaned in her ear, bottoming out.

They stayed still, physically connected. Annie ran her hands up and down Ben’s back, her hips rolling slightly. Giving Ben a physical hint - she needs movement. Friction. Ben pulled himself almost all the way out and slammed himself back in. Annie’s soft moans were music to his ears.

###

“Good morning, Mrs. Jones.” Ben’s raspy voice woke her up the next morning.

“Time’s it?” Annie mumbled into the pillow.

“The sun is just coming up. Was about to go have a piss but then I saw you.” Ben snuggled closer to her. “Bodily functions can wait.”

“Mmm.” Annie moaned softly, still sleepy.

“Fiercely and forever.” Ben whispered as she drifted back off.

“Fiercely and forever.”

###

“Mum. Dada.”

Ben and Annie froze in their tracks as they went about making breakfast and getting Rory ready for the day.

“Did she just -” Ben pointed at his daughter.

“Dada. Mum!”

Annie looked at Ben, frowning.

“Mum mum! Dada!” Rory cooed and chattered, clapping to herself.

“Yes, baby?” Ben spoke. Rory turned her head and flashed him a somewhat toothy smile.

“Dada!”

“Oh my God!” Annie gasped. “Did she just say her first words?”

“I think she did!”

“Oh, my clever Aurora!” Annie picked her up from her highchair and cuddled her. “Such a smart girl!”

###

“You still want your little ‘party’?” Annie asked Ben about two weeks later. “For the family and friends.” She clarified when Ben looked at her as if she spoke in tongues.

“Yeah. Yes.” Ben nodded.

“If we do that…” Annie started.

“We’ll do it right. Plan ahead, at least six months. Make it perfect.” Ben smiled. “Are you sure?”

“You deserve it.” Annie shrugged.

“You will be the death of me, Annabelle Lee-Jones.” Ben sighed and walked over to Annie, squeezing her in a hug.

Annie’s stomach flipped and turned, making her sick. Third day in a row.

“Again?” Ben called after her as she bolted for the loo. “Maybe you should see a doctor?”

###

“Come again?” Annie looked at Dr. McCarthy, her mouth open in shock. She thought she misheard. She was sure there has to be some mistake. “I’m what, now?”

“Pregnant. With child.” Dr. McCarthy kept her face and voice even. “You have a bun in the oven, love.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Facts are facts, dear.” Dr. McCarthy pursed her lips. “The IUD is effective, but not 100%. 99.2%, actually. Seems like you’re the goddess of fertility and your partner has some almighty sperm because nothing can stop you two from making babies, it seems.”

“Are you serious?” Annie’s hands started shaking. “This can actually happen?”

“Rarely, but yes.”

“Huh.” Annie huffed with a frown. “That explains a lot, actually.”

“Yeah.”

“So, do we just keep it in there? Let the spawn play with it while it grows?” Annie grimaced.

“Well, no.” Dr. McCarthy said, slipping on her latex gloves. “The thing’s coming out. Now.”

“Oh boy.”

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kakatank · 4 months ago

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nakeddiaperboy93 · 6 years ago

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Turning Jakey Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 7: Baby’s First Breakfast

(Sorry I forgot to post Chapter 7! 🙈👶🏼🙃)

JAKEY

As I sat there, strapped into the monkey highchair, in my thick piss soaked, shit filled diaper, a pacifier gag strapped in my mouth, my cock and balls were locked in a cage, a bib fastened around my neck and locking mittens on both of my hands. All I could think about was how embarrassed I was, and how I wished I was not conscious for any of this. The worst part of it all, was the horrible smell that filled my nostrils every time I took a breath. I wish I could stop breathing, or take a few breaths from my mouth, cause there was no getting used to the horrible shit smell rising from my diaper. I think to myself, ‘Oh god, My diaper! I just said my diaper. I referred to it as mine…. I don’t want it as mine. I want my old life back. I miss Jenny, my old room, my freedom.’ Tears rolling down my face as I am stuck in that god awful adult sized nursery.

I was staring at the letters, ‘Baby Jakey’ on the wall, trying to daydream I was on the beach, all of a sudden the noises of the locks on the door quickly snapped me out of it. The door opened and my kidnapper came in and put down on the dresser next to the door, a tray with 2 bottles of formula, some jars of baby food, and a bowl of something that was steaming. He shut the door, and grabbed his keys and locked all 3 of the pad locks back up.

He grabbed the things off the tray and put them on the tray of the highchair I was strapped into. ‘How does he not smell the shitty diaper I am wearing?’ I think to myself. His face has not changed at all. It still has that devilish grin painted on it and it didn’t seem it was going away anytime soon.

“Now now my baby Jakey,” He said to me, and I cringed as he said ‘baby Jakey.’ “Are you going to be a good baby boy for your daddy? I want to take the gag out of your mouth so you can eat properly, but I don’t want to hear you speak any bib boy words. I want my baby boy to nod his head if you understand and will listen to what daddy just said, or shake your head no if you think you cant be a good boy.”

I had to think about this one. Did I want to comply, or did I want still fight everything he was doing to me… so far, it hasn’t worked out well for me. I realized, either way I would have to eat this nasty baby food, and drink that gritty, baby formula. So after a minute of thinking, with this man just starring at me with that smug look on his face, I had made up my decision. I nodded my head yes.

“Yay! Good choice my baby boy. Now remember, No big boy words and no screaming for help. No one, besides your daddy, is here to hear you anyways.” My kidnapper said as he clapped his hands together. Then, in one swift motion, he reached behind my head and undid the pacifier gag, and pulled it out of my mouth. I opened my mouth and stretched my lips, and then licked all around, gave them a good tongue bath all over, and before you know it, I hear an airplane sound right in front of me, and a spoonful of oatmeal was being shoved into my mouth. I choked a little because I was not prepared for food to be in my mouth, and some of the oatmeal came out of my mouth and all over my chin. Right as I got the oatmeal swallowed, another spoonful was in my mouth. This didn’t taste like normal oatmeal and I tried to make myself swallow it down.

Once the oatmeal was about halfway gone, my kidnapper opened up one of the jars or baby food. “Now time for some vegetables baby boy. We want you to grow up to be big and strong! I picked out some peas peas for today! Baby boy is going to get used to his ‘P’s’ of all sorts!” He said talking to me like I was 12 months old. He made the airplane noise and my mouth was full of the worst tasting food, no liquid, that had ever been in my mouth. It was so horrible, I had no choice but to spit it out. It came flying out of my mouth and landed all over my chin, bib, diaper, and the tray. “That is not a good baby!” My kidnapper said immediately, putting another spoonful in my mouth. I did the same thing, spit out the nasty puke green liquid. “That shit is disgusting! Stop putting it in my mouth!” I snapped back to him.

“BAD BABY BOY! That was big boy words and cuss words!!! Thats 2 more punishments for my baby boy! One more outburst and the gag goes back in! And I have a bigger size to go in your mouth too!” He said angrily as he stood over me strapped in the highchair. “Lets finish this breakfast and then my baby boy can have some ‘Tummy Time’.”

I was so scared from his anger outburst, I regrettably swallowed every mouthful of baby food and oatmeal he put in my mouth. Finally the food was gone, and just the two bottles were left. I thought he would just feed me the bottles in the high chair, but he started to take the dishes off the highchair tray and back not he tray he brought them into the nursery with. He took the wrist restraints off both of my arms and took the tray off of the highchair. He kept the bib on me, but undid the snap, making sure to push hard on the clip to squish my diaper more.

Before he picked me up, my kidnapper took off his t shirt to expose a very manly, toned, and lightly furry chest. “What was he doing?!?” I started to get very nervous. He was going to rape me. I wasn’t ready! Please no!

But then, somewhat to my relief, he picked me up, and sat in the big, oversized rocking chair. Putting me in his lap, wiggling me right into his arms. I felt his hard cock against my super full diapered ass. Once he got us settled in, he put one of the bottle of baby formula in my mouth and I began to nurse on the nipple. The baby formula tasted like normal baby formula, there was no secret additive to this one. One of his hands was holding me and the bottle, and the other hand was placed on the front of my diaper.

As I was nursing on the bottle, my kidnapper said, “Thats my good baby boy. I need my baby boy to drink up ALL of his milkies so you can be big and strong wike your daddy. Skin to skin contact is the MOST important for newborns and infants. This is how your daddy will give his baby all of his bottles of baby formula, in the rocking chair my baby boy in his daddy’s arms.”

A few tears trickled down the corner of my eyes and down the side of my face as he was saying all of this degrading stuff.

I finished the first bottle and then it was soon replaced by the second and final bottle of baby formula. Right as I started nursing on this bottle, I felt a warm sensation in my diaper, that was sadly becoming familiar. I felt my warm piss cover my Chasity device and my balls. As the front of my diaper got warm and wet, I felt my kidnappers hand start to massage the front of my diaper. “Someone is going peepee right now, I can feel the warmth of your piss in your diaper, spreading and swelling.” He said to me.

I tried to focus all my attention on nursing on the bottle. This is the last place on Earth I wanted to be, so I will do anything to not focus on what was actually happening. Once I targeted all of my efforts on sucking the bottle of baby formula, I was in a happy place, momentarily. I didn’t even realize I had almost completely finished the bottle so quickly.

I was so into sucking on that bottle, that I had sucked the nipple dry, and had swallowed a lot of air. Once I realized that there was no more baby formula coming out, I had the weirdest feeling inside. I got very overwhelmed at my situation and everything that had happened to me, but then running out of milk and coming back to reality was enough to put me over the edge. My eyes opened and tears started rolling out of them, uncontrollably. I was sitting in his lap, having a tantrum.

“There, there my baby boy.” He said to me, moving his hand behind my back and rubbing my back and giving me a big hug. “Its going to be just fine baby boy. Daddy is here for you.” This made me cry even more. Finally, my tears ran out and I was just whimpering in his arms like a helpless baby.

My kidnapper picked me up and started to shift our positions. He put both of his feet flat on the floor, and then took me and sat me on his right knee. As soon as my diaper started to touch his leg, I knew that all the poop inside my diaper was going to be like another can of spray foam going off, but in the front this time. He put me down, and the diaper was squished against my ass and hole. He started bouncing me on his knew and this caused the diaper to squish every single time he bounced his knee with me on it. “My baby boy needs to be burped so he doesn’t gets an upset tummy.” Said the kidnapper who turned into the local amusement park ride within seconds.

It only took about 20 bounces and I let out a biiiig burp. “See baby! I bet that felt weally guds!” He replied to my burp. I had to admit in my mind, yes it did feel good. My stomach wasn’t quite as bloated as it was when we started. He burped me for about 5 minutes and the whole time I was burping uncontrollably, like everything else in my life.

I was looking at my kidnapper, and I see him grab something off the table next to the rocking chair, all of a sudden, a pacifier is pushed into my mouth. It wasn’t a gag this time, but a baby pacifier… but it was like 3x the size of the ones infants use. A ribbon was then placed around my head and it was attached to the pacifier, this was so it was stuck in place, but still could leave a little room for sucking, but I couldn’t spit it all the way out.

“Alright baby, I am going to go check some emails and get a few things done around the house.” He said as he stood up with me in his arms. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as he placed me on the carpet in the middle of the nursery. It was a car mat with building and roads leading all over. “I want my baby to have a little tummy time, I will set a timer for 15 minutes, and then I will come back and turn my baby back over for some play time on his mat.” With that said, he patted my thick diaper butt, squishing it in one more time before leaving, and walked over to the door. He took out his keys and undid the 3 dead bolts. He took the tray full of the breakfast dishes and the door was shut, and I heard 3 deadbolts lock from the outside.

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apl-apollo · 2 years ago

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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Star Crossed Rivalry: Part 8

Pairings: Opie x Reader (SOA/TWD MC AU Crossover ) Negan daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, little bit of Angst

Word Count: 5,231

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

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You and Opie had decided before you even left North Carolina that you were not, in any way, setting an alarm clock. You were in zero rush to get up, zero rush to go anywhere, and zero rush to do anything but relax. Away from home, away from the club, away from people that just walked in to your house for no reason what so ever. The only alarm clock you were going to run by was Hunter.

You still couldn’t believe how fortunate you were with your son. Even your dad said it. Since neither of you had to work, since your income came from basically existing as Negan’s daughter, you kept Hunter on a later night, later wake up sleeping pattern. He went to bed around ten thirty, which meant he didn’t wake up until at least eight fifteen. You honestly didn’t understand why other parents didn’t follow in your foot steps, nor did you understand why it made you a ‘bad parent’ (thank you to the judgmental bitch at Walmart that gave you shit for getting Opie’s birthday shopping done at ten at night with your wide awake baby) for still enjoying your sleep. But damn did you absolutely love your decision.

His cute little half babbles woke you, and you couldn’t help but smile like you did every morning. And just like he still did every morning, your husband stuck his arm out to find you in bed. You tangled your feet with his as he slid his hand down your stomach and under the hem of your panties.

“Opie!” You hissed as you rolled on the bed to look back at him. “He’s…”

“Shhh!” He said as he kissed your shoulder, and slid his other hand up your shirt. “He’s still asleep…” He smirked down at you as he rolled you on to your back and shifted between your legs. “And I want to fuck my wife.”

“Ope! Ooo!” You said as he pulled your panties to the side and pushed the head of his cock into your core. He shushed you again and glanced over at the crib beside the bed and your sleeping son to make sure he didn’t wake up.

“You can do this, baby.” He said as he looked back down at you and rolled his hips forward. “You can stay super, super quiet for me…” You nodded your head, and laced your fingers in his hair as he kissed your forehead. “Because if you fucking wake him, then this stops.” You nodded your head and bit your lip to stay quiet when he snapped his hips forward. Your head continued to nod like a bobble head as he kept a steady pace, filling you repeatedly and perfectly.

In the year and a half that you had been together, your husband had learned your body better than you knew it yourself and yet he still managed to surprise you every time you were intimate. He knew the exact angle to hold your legs and angle his hips to make a jolt of electricity race through your veins. He knew exactly where to kiss on the front of your throat that sent a shiver up your spine. He knew how hard you liked your hair pulled to make you whined his name the way he fucking adored so damn much… and he knew exactly how much pressure you needed on your clit to get you to cum.

“Come on, baby.” He whispered as he moved his thumb to your bud and pressed down, bringing you both right over to the edge in only a few moments, when someone knocked on your door. You and Opie both grunted in protest, mid-orgasm, as Hunter startled, and started to cry.

“Mother fucker.” You said as the two of you scrambled apart to answer the door, and tend to your son as well. You grabbed a large, slightly still damp pool towel from the bathroom to wrap around your body as whoever was at the door knocked again. You yanked the door open, and scowled at your dad’s smiling face.

“The fuck were you fucking doing?” He chuckled as he leaned against the door frame.

“Sleeping. What do you want, Dad?” You snapped as you clutched the towel around you a little more.

“I came for Hunter.” He said as he gestured to the room behind you. “Frankie’s still passed out, it’s too fucking early to start drinking, and I’m not fucking wandering around a fucking Disney cruise alone.” You nodded your head as you turned your head to look back at Ope, who was changing his son’s wet diaper.

“Give me a second.” Negan chuckled, nodded his head, and leaned back against the wall to wait as you closed the door in his face.

“I’m gunna kill him.” Ope said with a shake of his head as you grabbed his jeans from the night before, and tossed them at him. “Yea, I’m gunna kill your Pop, little man.”

“Just put the jeans on.” You laughed as you pulled your sundress from the hamper you brought and threw it on over your tank top. When he buttoned the top of his pants, you went over and let your dad in to collect his grandson. “What time is it, anyways?” You asked him as you grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge cooler you brought with you, and put it in the bottle warmer the cruise line graciously supplied you.

“Eight am.” He said as he leaned against your closet door. “And I’m starving. So since you two are so obviously… still tired.” He said with a smirk, loving that he had just interrupted you. “I’m just going to bring my main man to breakfast with me.”

“Better not use him to pick up chicks.” You said as you handed him your diaper bag and waited for the bottle to finish warming. “And make sure you do the bottle first.”

“I know how to fucking parent.” He sighed as Opie grabbed a plain black onesie from the drawer.

“Bibs are still mandatory.” Opie said as he pulled the onesie on, and kissed his son’s head.

“Waste of time.” Negan said as he stood exactly where he was, creating an awkward tension in the room that he absolutely loved as you both said a temporary good bye to your son. When the bottle was finally done, he took it and his grandson with a smile. “Let’s go, little man. Mommy and Daddy wanna fuck.”

“God damn it.” You groaned as your dad walked out the door with a laugh.

“I really hate him sometimes.” Opie said half jokingly as you watched the door close behind him. When it clicked, you looked back over at Opie with a shrug.

“Wanna fuck?” He laughed, and nodded as he came over to pull off your sundress and the tank top you slept in.

“Fucking obviously!”

——

“Well look who finally decided to get outta effin bed.” Negan chuckled as he glanced up at you, Opie, and Frankie, who you had run in to in the elevator on her way up to the Cabanas restaurant breakfast buffet. “Look who it is, bubba.”

“Shut up.” Frankie groaned as she sat down in the chair of the table closest to the corner of the room in typical Negan fashion.

“I was talking about the bunnies.” He chuckled as he got another spoonful of food for his grandson. “Because we need another one of you, right Hunter?”

“Leave ‘em alone, Negan!” Frankie snapped before you could even open your mouth. All three of your eyebrows shot up as Frankie’s face turned bright red.

“Holy shit.” You and Opie said at the same time.

“Baby…”

“OK.” Negan said with a nod, stunned that someone other than you actually stood up to him. “I’ll leave them alone… until the next time I catch them fucking like rabbits.”

“You’re impossible.” Frankie sighed as she grabbed his coffee and glared at him when he tried to stop her.

“Well will you look at that. Someone else willing to stand up to big bad Negan.” You chuckled as you ripped a piece of bacon in half and ate it with a giant, cocky smile.

“Shut up, brat.” Your dad growled as he gave Hunter another spoonful of food.

“I think Frankie’s gunna give you a run for your money on picking on your dad, hun.” Opie chuckled, grateful that he had an entire table between him and your dad. “I think I’m gunna get a scoreboard…”

“Son-in-law or not, I will fucking kill you.” Your father growled as you smirked at your plate to hide it and pat Opie’s thigh.

“Alright, that’s enough.” You said as you looked up and grabbed your coffee. You looked over at Frankie and smiled. “I would totally win though.”

“I only snap at him when I’m hungover.” She said as she cut her Mickey waffles.

“She’s much more respectful than the brat I gave life too.” Negan responded as he set Hunter’s spoon in the empty baby food container. “And despite that, I have a surprise for you all the same. Well, mostly for my main man, here.” He said as he wiped off Hunter’s face with his napkin. “I found the shore excursion desk this morning. And I know you guys said you weren’t committing to anything like that because no fucking alarm clocks and shit… But I changed your minds for you. Well Hunter did.” He said as stood Hunter up on his thighs. He screeched happily and bounced as his hazel eyes searched the dining room over Opie’s head.

“I found a boat tour in Grand Cayman. We don’t get there ’til well after your fucking functioning time. Tours at one, it’s only a two hour trip total max. It’s a half boat, half fucking submarine thing, safe for Hunter. The dude said it’s got enough shit to see out the windows in the water that he’ll be entertained the whole damn time. I just…” He sighed as he looked up at his grandson with so much love it broke your heart. You hadn’t realized that sending you on this cruise for your honeymoon and his anniversary meant so much more to him until that exact moment.

“You’ll do right by him, Daddy.” You whispered as you reached over at touched his arm. “It’s OK.” He nodded his head and kept his slightly tear filled eyes on your son as Opie grabbed your empty coffee mug and his and got up with Frankie right on his heels.

“I fucked up with you, princess.” He said as he looked down at you. “I really fucked up.”

“I know.” You said with a nod. “And you can’t take it back. But you can make it better. For me, for him.” He nodded his head as Hunter flopped down on his lap and babbled away to the older woman at the next table. “Life’s too short, Dad, so don’t beat yourself up for that shit. You can let me live out my second childhood vicariously through my son. Don’t live his life in regret for the past. Live in gratitude that you have a second chance to make your grandson’s life the best fucking experience it can be. And starting off with a Disney cruise.” You said with a nod as you leaned back in your chair. “Win.” He nodded his head some more and kissed the top of Hunter’s head to hide his tears.

“You make me fucking proud, (Y/N).” He said as he looked up at you with a small smile. “I don’t deserve to be your dad.”

“You don’t.” You said with a huffed laugh as Opie came back over with your coffee. “But then again, no one does. So you’re stuck with me.” His face dropped as he took the cup of coffee Frankie brought him, and held it out of Hunter’s grasp.

“And then you go opening your fucking mouth.” He sighed with a shake of his head. “Alright, take Hunter. I’m avoiding you for the rest of the sea day because you’re already a pain in my fucking ass and you haven’t been up for a fucking hour.”

“Bye, Dad.” You laughed as you sat Hunter on your lap as Negan grabbed Frankie’s half full plate and silverware for her. “Bye Frankie.”

“See you at dinner! It’s formal night!” She said over her shoulder. You looked over at your husband with a sigh and shook your head.

“How the fuck did our honeymoon become a therapy session for me and my dad and me and my dad’s fucking girlfriend?”

“Because you’re stuck on a boat with them away from the club.” He said as he stabbed a sausage link. “Opposite of the reason why he doesn’t open up at home.”

“It’s still strange to see.” You sighed as you cut your waffles with one hand while holding your son with the other so he could continue to talk to and laugh at the woman at the next table that was now making faces at him. “But I guess I can be grateful, right? My dad’s finally growing up. It just took a new girlfriend and a grandson to do it.”

“You can’t look at it like that, baby.” Opie said with a shake of his head. “Or you’ll resent him…”

“I know.” You said around your bite with a nod. “You’re right.”

“I’m usually right.” He chuckled. “I just let you think you’re always right… Ow!” You laughed as he rubbed his arm where you flicked him.

“I’m the one that’s always right.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Look at you!” You laughed as you tried so hard not to laugh at your son as you switched out his little sun hat with a baby sombrero at a little store along the main road near Cozumel, Mexico’s port. “You’re such a little cutie!”

“Why do you do this to him?” Opie asked as you kissed Hunter’s cheek, pulled your phone from your back pocket, and handed it to your husband.

“Because I know, one day, he will have a girlfriend.” You said as you put a hat on your own head and hiked your chunkster son up on your hip. “Or a boyfriend, I don’t really give a shit. But I know that photos like this, will either embarrass the shit out of him or make him laugh.” You smiled up at your husband and tilted your head to the side. “I’m just trying to be a good mother.”

“Just so you know.” He chuckled as he took the pictures for you. “I’m telling him it is all your fault.”

“That’s fine.” You said with a smile as you did a little dance with your baby boy. “I’m gunna be the most embarrassing Mommy in the world!” You sang to him, making him squeal in laugher when you carefully dipped him.

“Oh, Hunter, I wish I could save you.” Opie said with a shake of his head as he took another picture for himself. “But I really, really can’t.”

“They have a fucking tequila store.” Negan said as he came out of the jewelry store with Frankie. You involuntarily gaged at the thought of tequila and shook your head.

“Nope.” You said simply. “Y’all can go.”

“Wanna come with me to find a bathroom?” Frankie asked instead as she handed Negan her bag. You nodded your head as you replaced Hunter’s sombrero with his sun hat and put him back in the stroller for a moment.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a Starbucks up here a ways.” You said as you gestured up the road. “We’ll meet you outside the tequila store.” Ope nodded his head and followed his father-in-law to the store two doors down and you and Frankie kept walking to find the Starbucks. “I hate tequila.” You said with a glance in the giant picture window. “I used to love it but ever since I got pregnant, everything about it just…” You gagged again and shook your head. “Nope. Fuck no.”

“I grew out of my tequila days.” She said as you stopped at a street corner to wait to cross. You glanced over at her a split second before a small revolver was subtly placed directly between her shoulder blades.

“Vamanos.” A man growled as he put his hand on your shoulder and turned you to your right to lead you deeper into the city.

“OK.” You said with a nod as you grabbed Frankie’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “OK, come on, let’s go this way.” You said as you looked over at her now tear stained face. “Stay calm, OK. Just stay calm.” She nodded her head as tears poured down her cheeks as you glanced up at the street sign in front of you. You took in as many details as you could as the man lead you to an early 2000’s model, silver Nissan Sentra that was parked facing out of an alley a few blocks from the port. You memorized the license plate as best as you could as he popped the trunk, and shoved Frankie toward it with his gun.

“Get in, Frankie.” You said shakily as your abductor handed you a roll of duct tape. “Give me your hands. Together like you’re praying.” She looked up at you in sheer terror as you pulled the edge of the tape free. “Trust me.” With a small nod, she held out her hands and choked out a sob as the gun was pressed into the back of your head.

“Vamos!” The man shouted, making you tape Frankie’s wrist together faster, knowing full well you’d be able to help her out and learning really quickly that this guy was an amateur.

“Back up, sweetie.” You said to her as the man yanked the roll of tape from your hands.

“Siéntate!” You nodded your head as you turned around and willingly held out your hands toward him, knowing that you were going to escape no matter what. You studied the man’s features, forcing yourself to keep breathing just like your dad always taught you, as he tapped your hands tightly as if that would make a difference.

“No, (Y/N)…” Frankie begged as you scooted back into the trunk once he was done.

“Just hang on, sweetie.” You said as you laid down in front of her, using your small frame to block hers from your attacker. He kept his gun on you and put his finger over his mouth, telling you to stay silent, before he slammed the trunk closed. Frankie yelled ‘no’ as you instantly got to work.

“Why is this happening?” She sobbed as you looked around for a glow in the dark trunk release tab.

“Hey, I need you to stop for a second.” You said as you moved on to finding something to force the release open. “You forget… I’m Negan’s daughter. Escaping trunks is something he taught me young. Roll up against the seats.”

“I wanna go home.” She sobbed as you pulled up the panel of flooring. You felt around as best as you could as the car pulled into traffic until your fingertips felt a metal tire iron.

“Fuck yea.” You gasped as you stretched a little bit farther, and pulled it free. “Alright, Frankie. I need you to listen to me.” You said as you scooted over in the small space. “The second I pop this trunk, we gotta run. You run straight down the road, and you don’t fucking stop for anything, you hear me?” You heard her hum ‘yes’ as you wedged the tire iron near the latch as best as you could. You only had to wait a few moments for the car to slow down before you yanked down the tire iron as hard as you could and popped the trunk open.

“Run!” You screamed as you gripped your new weapon in your still taped hands and helped Frankie out of the trunk. The two of you took off like bullets as the car screeched to a halt behind you. “Stay in the road!” You yelled as you pushed her with the bent end of the crow bar to run between the two lanes of cars. You could see the ocean in front of you and you kept telling yourself that you were going to make it back home as you dipped through traffic to get home. Your legs ached and your lungs burned with each breath in the heavy humidity, but you didn’t let that stop you. You just knew that if you stopped, you’d be dead.

“Here, turn here!” You shouted over the dozens of horns from drivers angry at you for one reason or another. Frankie followed your instructions blindly as you ran down the main strip back toward the port. You could see your husband’s figure, looming over the cops around him a few blocks up and you let out a sigh of relief. “OPIE!” He whipped around and even from a distance you could see the range of emotions roll though his being. He took off at a run with the stroller to get to you as your father shoved another tourist out of his way to get to Frankie.

“PPE 95 71.” You said as you held out the crow bar to him. “Silver Nissan Sentra. Before 2002.”

“OK, OK. Let me…”

“I got it.” You said as he reached to help you get the duct tape. You lifted your hands above your head, stuck your elbows as far as they would go, and pulled your palms toward your stomach hard, and fast, just like Negan was teaching Frankie. The second you were free, Opie pulled you into his arms and you began to shake violently.

“You’re safe.” He whispered as he rubbed your back. “You’re safe now.”

“I wanna go back to the boat.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. “’s’not safe.”

“Alright, let’s go back.” He agreed with a nod.

“’s’not safe.” You repeated as you looked over at your son. “’s’not safe.” You took a step over and tried to unbuckle the straps to the carseat but you were shaking too badly to do so.

“Hey, hey.” Opie said as he stepped over and gently grabbed your wrists. “Look at me.” Your tear filled whipped up to his hazel ones as he gently pulled off the rest of the tape and dropped it on the ground by the tire iron. “Let’s get on the boat first. It’s… it’s too hot out to carry him all the way back in the sun without the fan.” You nodded your head, not really hearing his reasoning but trusting your husband with your life and your safety.

“She OK?” Negan asked as he held Frankie to his chest. Opie nodded as he moved you between his body and the stroller.

“She wants to go back to the ship.” Negan nodded as the police stepped forward to get a statement. They started rapid firing questions, making you more and more uncomfortable. You needed space, you needed to get away, and you really needed to feed your crying son.

“I just wanna go!” You screamed at them as you tried to push the stroller forward.

“OK, we’re going.” Opie said with a nod as he purposely boxed you in against the stroller. “Pull the cover down, hun.” You nodded numbly and did what was asked as Negan tried to lead Frankie after you. And officer made the mistake of stepping in his way and you turned your head over at the sound of his growl.

“I suggest you get the FUCK out of my fucking way!” He roared as he picked Frankie up in his arms. “We’ve got nothing to fucking say and you can’t fucking keep us here. You want a formal statement, you can fucking contact Romeo Parada!” Hearing the well known cartel member’s name, the officers instantly stepped back and let him through. “(Y/N), walk.” You nodded your head and continued walking toward the port in front of Opie.

“You called Romeo?” You asked your dad as he shifted his shocked girlfriend in his arms.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He said with a nod. “He’s flying here now. The CIA has been trying to keep track of fucking sex traffickers in Mexico.” You felt Opie stumble a bit behind you as his head whipped over to your dad.

“CIA?”

“Not now.” Negan said as he turned down the docks toward the boat. “Later.”

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Opie didn’t know what to do or how to help… and he was a little confused that you didn’t seem more fazed by what happened. He did know, however, that you wouldn’t admit if he wasn’t right up against you, you were silently freaking out. So he sat on the bed, with you between his legs, and Hunter in front of your crossed legs so you could hold him up on the bed to work his leg muscles more.

“He’s getting close to crawling.” You said a little flatly as you studied the little boy’s face, noticing how he looked more and more like Opie each and every day. “I almost missed it…”

“But you didn’t.” He said as he rubbed your back. “You get to see it.” You nodded your head and startled the slightest bit when someone knocked on the door. “It’s alright, baby girl.” He said as he pulled his long leg back and scooted around you to see if it was yet another member of the cruise staff, Negan, or Romeo. Your whole body stiffened as you pulled Hunter toward you until Romeo walked into the room with two members of the Mexico police.

“PPE 95 71.” You repeated with a sigh of relief.

“OK, hold on.” Romeo said as he came over to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Let me get set up. Then start from the beginning.” You nodded your hand as you reached out your hand for your husband. He moved back behind you as Romeo pulled out a tape recorder and did his introduction for an official CIA case. When he was done, one of the officers did the same thing for his recorder.

“We were just looking for the Starbucks to use the bathroom.” You started as you kept your eyes on the happy little boy who was more interested with his cardboard colors and shapes book than anything else. “We stopped at the corner a block away and I looked over as the guy put a small caliber revolver in Frankie’s back between her shoulders. I didn’t see him until later but he was tall… about five ten maybe. Medium build, late twenties, early thirties. He had dark brown hair and a short beard. Kinda like my dad’s but colored like Opie’s.” You said as you turned around to look at your husband. “Darker on the sides but a decent amount of grey in the middle.”

“Your dad taught you well.” Romeo commented as you turned back around. You nodded in agreement as you took a deep breath to continue.

“He wanted me to be prepared just in case. Guy had dark brown eyes, almond shaped, and a scar across his left cheek. Small, about an inch long. Lighter tan skinned, black t-shirt that said something in Spanish I couldn’t understand. Could have been Portuguese. He told us to walk and turned me to the right. We passed 5A and 3A Avenida Sur before he turned us down a little alley where his early 2000 model, Silver Nissan Sentra, white license plate PPE 95 71 was waiting. He made me tape Frankie’s wrists and then he taped mine. Once the trunk was closed, I found a tire iron in the spare tire part and popped the latch. I told Frankie to run between the cars so it would block us from view if the car turned around to come back or whatever. And we didn’t stop running until we got back to Opie.” Romeo nodded his head as he continued to jot down notes.

“Is there anything else you can remember? Tattoos…?”

“Yea… he had a tattoo on his right upper arm. Could only see the bottom of it.” He nodded his head as his cell phone rang in his pocket.

“Anything else, mija?” He asked as he silenced his phone and came over to sit down on the end of the bed. “You’ve given me so much detail already and I’m so proud of you.” You nodded your head as he smiled at your son, said hi, and pulled out his badge to let the boy play with it.

“I just tried to stay calm.” You told him as you sat your son down so he could play with the badge until he lost interest. “That’s all I could do. I knew I could make a run for it when he grabbed us at the corner. But I didn’t think Frankie’d be able to keep up if I did. And I couldn’t leave her alone.”

“You did good, mi corazón.” He repeated as he gently touched your leg. “I’m very, very proud of you.”

“Do you think you’d even be able to find this guy?” Opie asked as he continued to rub your back.

“We’ve been closing in on this group.” The first officer said as he flipped his notebook closed and put it in his pocket while Romeo and the second officer turned off their recorders. “Four women taken in a similar situation. Only one of them made it out. She didn’t have nearly as many details but they tried to drug her after they took her out of the trunk. She just happened to have recently gotten sober so her tolerance was pretty high. But she didn’t know where she was or how she got away from there. Just that she had been taken, and drugged.” You nodded your head and looked back down at your little boy as he pushed himself up on all fours like he had been trying for days and looked at the badge he had throw a few feet away.

“Ope.” You whispered as your son rocked back and forth.

“How old is he now?” Romeo asked as he dismissed the other officers with a wave of his hand.

“Six and a half months.” You said with a smile as your little boy got his hand out from under him and put it out in front of his body. It was as far as he had gotten without falling in the past but you knew he’d get there.

“He’s so beautiful.” You nodded your head and silently cheered your son on when he got his other hand in front of him, and scooted forward on his chunky legs.

“He’s going to be trouble one day.” You giggled as your little man apparently mastered the art of crawling in less than three weeks. “We got a crawler.”

“Now it’s time to baby proof the house.” Opie said as your son crawled over to Romeo’s badge and flopped down beside it to pick it back up to chew on it with his one bottom tooth some more until the undercover CIA agent had to leave the boat.

Part 9

#opie winston x reader #Star Crossed Rivalry #SOA/TWD Crossover #opie x reader

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punkpal · 5 years ago

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Okay i’m sorry for this rant but i am struggling and i’m running out of hope so some of y’all better donate some of yours before i combust...

Read at your own discretion.

And please if you have any lived experience of complete fucking hopelessness along with bipolar disorder (because that specific diagnosis in my rather long list of conditions is really new to me) i am not coping and could do with some advise, so please do share if you have any, it would be really helpful.

Okay so i call bullshit.

I spent 3 months in a manic episode as a result of a setting change in my brain implant (the one i got to reduce the symptoms of my ocd which obviously as per my chronic bad luck not only didn’t work or help in the slightest but also gave me bipolar)...

Then upon getting tired of waiting for the mania to disappear i changed settings after finally getting permission from my surgeon who finally had also given up hope that the mania would subside and the setting start to work to help rather then hinder.

Only for the new setting to send me on the opposite side of the spectrum and make me suicidal (luckily only for 2 weeks as i was getting ever increasingly more unsafe even whilst inpatient in a psych ward, so a change of settings was allowed quicker for my own safety). But boy did that feel like a lifetime when every waking moment of those 2 weeks felt like i was drowning.

And just because after 10 months of constant setting changers (almost all of which options i have tried) i was getting tired of getting my hopes up with a new setting change, only for it to make things worse; i went back to a really low setting as per my doctors suggestion and i thought that would be a good choice.

That setting i changed back to, i had been on before and while it didn’t help it didn’t make me worse so until i can be fucked trying new settings with the chance it would send me over the brink i opted for a safe setting that in the past has done fuck all which i am willing to deal with if it means i don’t risk getting worse.

BUT

Noooo. No rest for the wicked, my bloody fucking manias back and while i new that was a possibility as the mania was caused by a specific setting and would likely only be present on that setting. It was mentioned that there was a possibility that the mania would stay because basically of an accidental fuck up caused by that old setting that is now causing that side effect to continue even when on a otherwise reasonably safe setting.

So long story short the mania is irreversible and likely will come in and out of my life on and off indiscriminately as well as the other half of the bipolar diagnosis (i know officially have, yay) being increased long periods of suicidal ideation and i am BIB MAD.

I got this surgery to help the main out of 7 mental illnesses (ocd) and satan or karma or god or whoever the fuck dished me out a entirely new diagnosis instead of fix the one i wanted benefited.

PLUS i scored a brain infection thats the first of its kind (that my state has ever seen) as a result of this surgery despite this surgery being common - mostly used for Parkinsons. And to this day i am still facing shitty physical health as a result of this, even having to have 2 surgeries 2 weeks ago to fix damage that infection caused by that ‘life saving, mental illness curing, miracle brain surgery’.

Honestly will my bad luck ever come to an end?

Theres only so much i can take.

And worse is i fear this mania will come to an end only to segway into a episode of prolonged suicidal ideation (and even intent) like what happened last time. Because i can’t deal with that again, not on top of all the other issues my still really really really fucking bad ocd is causing me.

I don’t get why all of this is happening to me.

What did i do to deserve all of of this misfortune?

Am i getting punished for crimes my soul committed in a previous life?

Does god exist and he’s a little bitch who has it out for me and goes out of his way to make my life miserable?

Am i actually dead and living in hell paying my debt to the devil in the form long term suffering and hopelessness?

Or am i cursed? Is that it?

Whatever the reason i have had enough.

Also honest observation insert: Apparently when i started venting my manic fueled frustrations in this post my mood was still heightened but if noticeable in the sharp change of pace in this post the mania has officially began to leave the building now (which i guess was what i was asking for) but as is tradition the end of this mania (thats luckily only been going on a few days) has plunged me balls deep into the depressive part of my bipolar and man is the desire to die starting to look more and more appealing.

I won’t do anything don’t worry!

I mean i guess now i have scored the start of a break from what was only a small manic episode but exhausting nonetheless. So i can finally get a good nights sleep, because the mania was defiantly cock blocking me from achieving shut eye until tonight. So i’ll use this opportunity to catch up on a week of lost sleep (plus sleep is like a vacation from life, a short visit into destination ‘dead’) so experiencing the complete lack of being consciousness through sleep will be a nice little visit into what i crave (death) without the huge commitment that comes with death and the sadness it causes others.

Any way this last week or so of mania has not been fun but as i crash into the opposite end of that bipolar scale i am realizing how much more preferable that mania was as apposed to my current quickly declining mood. And upon reflection take back all the smack i talked about mania only because now i want to go back in time to that manic period rather be in this dangerously depressing present i am currently getting stuck in. And just argghhhh.

Right when i think it can’t get any worse it does and then this happens again and again a fucking again.

When will all this suffering end? And when it does end will it do so by eventual good luck and recovery or eventual giving up and the welcoming of death like an old friend?

Because i really do want that first option to be the case. After all thats why i chose to get this surgery - for hope of recovery (and because it was the last option in recovery that i had yet to try). Because i do hold onto hope and i do want to fight for my recovery until i eventually obtain it.

But i have been fighting for this false sense of hope for more then a decade but the longer i wait and the harder i fight for recovery the more it hurts when i get nothing but bad luck to set me backwards every time i think i have made progress. And so the vicious cycle repeats.

This toxic cycle of suffering really does make it hard to continue feeling positive about the future. Therefor at times like these i find it easier not looking at the future at all because i don’t see myself being alive long enough to be in it most of the time. And that concept actually really does put me at ease.

Nonetheless i wake up and try again and again chasing what little hope i do still have left over from the abundance of hope i used to have before over time i began to loose most of it.

This dwindling hope really does scares me though because i am worried especially now with how low i am at the moment that any day soon that hope will start to run out until i don’t have enough left to save me from myself and if that happens i see no other outcome but to welcome death and admit defeat.

And don’t get worried ‘welcoming death and admitting defeat.’ is only a back up plan, its just kind worrisome to know the current plan isn’t gong too crash hot either and that my only organized backup plan revolves death.

Any way, this letter along with my mood stating off manic as hell.

And somehow ended here. In disappear.

But i fight on, for however long i have it in me to continue fighting.

And i ask (well lets be honest at this point i am basically begging) that the powers that be give me a break. I deserve it. Look even if that break isn’t recovery can it at least be to not continue getting worse. Because i don’t know how much further down this rabbit hole i can go...

#no one will read this but if you do please help #this is literally my cry for help so as is tradition i expect to be ignored and for that i am not but but if you do read and have any advise #i'd love to hear it #tw//#trigger warning//#ocd #bipolar #mania #depression #suicide mention//#okay i don't know what else to trigger tag this with...#because i really don't want people who don't want to see this be seeing it #but also like i said if you do especially if you found this by the ocd bipolar depression mania etc tag and have any advice to give #hmu if you think you can offer a word of advise or help even a little even if you just have personal experiences you think would be helpful #because i feel so alone in this and i hate it #personal

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thefallenlilith · 6 years ago

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TURNING TO THE MOON (3/?)

Kamilah x MC (Millie)

Part 1 Part 2

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When it came to most aspects of her life, Kamilah had, up until very recently, trusted only one person over the last century. However, occasionally there were some delicate situations where Adrian wasn't enough. For those, she confided in Lydia Montague-Smythe; a robust woman who Kamilah had turned herself in 1887, and was one of the first members of Clan Sayeed.

Lydia had been a prolific theatrical performer while she was mortal, and didn't think there was any point in changing that now she was a vampire. She was also the only vampire in New York, possibly even the country, who had the respect of the local coven. And that was what Kamilah needed right now.

She dialed the number, and it was answered almost immediately by a strong, melodic baritone voice.

"Kamilah, darling, you couldn't possibly wait a few hours to speak to little ol' me? I am flattered!"

"This is not a social call, Lydia."

"Oh dear. This sounds dire! Who is it you wish me to dispose of? It'll be done lickity-split."

"Nobody." Kamilah smiled at this woman's unwavering loyalty. "I need you to arrange a meeting with your bruja."

"My stars and garters! What could you possibly need from her?" She lowered her voice into what she probably thought was a whisper. "Does it have anything to do with that delicious little thing you've had on your arm these last few weeks?"

"Millie."

"Goodness! You're even using the mortal's name? It must be serious."

"It seems like it."

"You must dish the dirt. I need every detail! Anyone who can turn your head must be special."

"Lydia, you're avoiding."

There was a long exasperated groan on the other end of the line. "Esme is not one to be trifled with My Queen, I'm not sure if she would be willing to take a meeting with the most powerful vampire in the city."

"I'm aware that it's a lot to ask, and I wouldn't if it wasn't important. If it helps, tell her I will owe her a boon."

There was an audible gasp. "Think this through Kamilah, I beg you. That is too much power for her to hold over you."

"Your concern has been noted. Now, will you contact her or not?"

"Yes." Lydia sighed. "It'll most likely take several days. She tends to ruminate."

"That's fine." It would have to be.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about? It might help to persuade her."

"Is that so? It isn't because you love to gossip?"

"Well, I prefer to think of myself as well informed!" She sounded dramatically indignant.

Kamilah chuckled. "I'm sure you do. In this case however, you shall have to wildly speculate."

"Very well darling. I meant what I said; I need all the details of this Millie creature."

"She'll be accompanying me tonight, if you're so curious. I think the two of you might get along."

"Oh goody! I adore new friends!"

"I know you do. But Lydia, she is mine." There was only the merest hint of a threat.

"Understood! Does she enjoy the theater?" Lydia didn't care who you were, or where you were from; she only cared if you enjoyed the arts, and if you were interesting.

"This would be a conversation for her. I have never asked her."

"Why must you make me suffer so? Anyhoo, I shall see you in a few hours. Toodle-pip."

Kamilah placed her phone down onto the counter-top gently, and covered it with her hands.

Owing a favour to a witch was risky. But those were consequences she would deal with when the time came.

For now, she had a party to get to.

Just as she was about to head to her bedroom to change, she realised that there was music coming from the other room, that became louder as Millie came dancing out towards her.

Her auburn mane was partially tamed; it appeared Esteban had made quite a bit of progress in a short amount of time.

"Hey!" Millie bit her lip as she smiled at her. "You'll be pleased to know Esteban and I have bonded. Mostly over Abba."

"The Swedish music group?"

"Way to boil it down; and yes, them." She shimmied close to Kamilah, and placed a lingering kiss that made the vampire twitch.

"What was that for?" Kamilah chuckled.

"Do I need a reason? Other than I want to?"

"No. That seems perfectly reasonable."

"Yes. It does, doesn't it." Millie leaned in again, pressing Kamilah against the counter and kissed her jaw, then worked her way down to her neck and then her collarbone.

Kamilah gripped the marble surface, fighting the need to bury her fingers in Millie's hair, and pull her closer. "Perhaps we should postpone this. We have company." She said through a moan, and her girlfriend pulled away looking flushed.

"Probably for the best." Millie nodded, and stared at Kamilah's lips for several seconds before she shook her head and walked towards the small wine rack, picking a bottle out at random, and holding it up. "Something to do while Esteban does his magic."

Once Millie was back in the other room, Kamilah relaxed slightly. There were times when having heightened senses were more of a hindrance than a help; especially when every part of her could feel the sensation of Millie's arousal.

She straightened her back, then quickly made her way to her bedroom.

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After an hour of getting ready, she gave herself a cursory glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place and then went to see Millie's progress. If wine and dancing were involved, she wasn't sure if any progress had been made at all. She was only half surprised that her girlfriend was still in her street clothes, and the only things that seemed to have been accomplished, was her hair and a dance routine that they were currently performing.

"Have you not decided which dress you'll be wearing?" She asked as she entered the room.

Three sets of heads turned in her direction. Millie was the only one to continue dancing.

"Nope. They're all super nice." Her girlfriend studied the black dress she wore, then looked at the four dresses that were hanging up around the room.

"Okay you two." Millie pointed to the kitchen. "I need to talk to Kamilah."

They both scampered out, and Kamilah closed the door behind them.

"You are a bad influence on my employees."

"Nonsense!" Millie twirled towards her, and rested her hands on Kamilah's chest. "Dance, is only ever good."

"I supposed it depends on the circumstance. Now, could you please choose a gown to wear."

"The green one."

Kamilah rolled her eyes. "If you knew which one you were going to wear, why aren't you wearing it?"

"Dancing Queen took precedence!"

"I understood those words individually."

"I am going to open up a whole new world for you." Millie grinned, and went to take her dress from the closet door.

"You already have." Kamilah muttered.

"So, is there anyone I need to avoid tonight?" Millie asked as she removed her clothes.

"Unless you already know them, or I introduce you to them, just assume they are to be avoided." Kamilah answered, her eyes never leaving the exposed flesh.

She was going to be on high alert tonight; every vampire within a quarter mile radius was going to be sniffing around Millie like a tom cat on the prowl. She still hadn't figured out what it was that drew her kind to Millie, but she was at least grateful that she was the one chosen. Even if she had been resistant to the awkward flirting at first.

"And how are you going to introduce me?" Millie cocked a brow at her.

"With your name."

"Not your lover, or girlfriend?"

"No."

She saw the hurt on Millie's face, and then realization. "Because I'm seen as a weakness for you."

"No." Kamilah crossed the floor to take her girlfriend in her arms. "Well, yes; but not in the way that you're thinking. I don't care if anyone believes that what I feel for you is a weakness, I don't want you to be hurt. There are many vampires, and other beings, that would hurt you, or worse, just to watch me burn the world."

Millie looked at her with sad eyes, and a half smile. "You'd burn the world for me?"

"That's what you took away from that?"

"That was the most important part!"

"How?"

"Because you lurve me. And you keep denying it, but it's clearly true."

Kamilah blew out a breath and stepped out of the embrace. "Just get ready."

"Fine." Millie slipped on the dress and stood in front of Kamilah so she could fasten the back. "This is a really fancy frock, it's got to be worth, like, twenty five diamonds."

"That's an odd choice of currency. But, the only way it would be worth twenty five diamonds, would be if twenty four diamonds were sewn on."

"Holy shit! It's worth a diamond? What if I spill salsa on it or something?"

"I doubt there will be 'salsa' at this gathering."

"Will there be any human food? Wait! Let me rephrase that; will there be food meant to be consumed by humans at this party?"

"Of course. Just not 'salsa'."

"Riiight. Do I need to bring a bib?"

"Millie, relax. It's just a dress."

"Says the billionaire.”

Kamilah sighed. Perhaps bringing Millie as her date was not the best idea. "Would you prefer to stay here? Or --"

"No!" Millie blurted before she could finish. "I have to be there."

"Have to?" She frowned, but before she could get a reply, she heard her phone ring from the kitchen. "That'll probably be Adrian." She said, and reluctantly left her girlfriend to answer it.

"Are you on your way?" He asked instead of a greeting.

"We'll be leaving shortly." Kamilah replied as she waved Esteban and Samantha back into the room with Millie, and stepped into her study.

"Good. Lily and Jax are already at the office. I think our newest clan leader is a little nervous." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"He should be. Have you told him to behave tonight?"

"As if he ever listens to me. Maybe you should ask Millie to tell him."

"I don't like using her for council business. We have three thousand years experience between the five of us. We shouldn't need her, to keep a pup on a leash."

"Feeling protective are we?"

"Is this what it's like to have feelings in the twenty first century? I get mocked by the people I care about?"

"I think teasing friends about their love life has spanned over many ages."

"I don't like it. I'm hanging up now." And she ended the call with a huff.

Millie was waiting for her with a tender smile as she left the study. "I sent Esteban and Samantha home. Or, at least, away from here. You look beautiful tonight by the way. That dress is very... flattering."

Kamilah chuckled. "Are you staring at my breasts?"

"They started it!" Millie gestured at her cleavage. "That neckline plunges all the way."

"Well, we don't have time for your ogling right now. Adrian is waiting for us."

"Booooo."

Kamilah smirked and held out her arm for Millie to take. "If you must, you can utilize the car journey for your ogling. And if you're lucky, there'll be a traffic delay."

"I like that plan. Prepared to be objectified!"

Kamilah shook her head and dragged Millie to the elevator, thinking she might tell her driver to take the long way to Raines Corporation.

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #bb kamilah #bloodbound #choices fic #choices bb

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