#and i NEED to show how much i love wams

[spirallingstarcases]

stardustcc day 3: favourite lyric - wams

[ilovelyneysm07]

Shooting Stars - SAGAU!Lyney x Player Part 2

Summary: Shooting Stars were always a weird occurrence in the world of Teyvat, so when they suddenly stop, certain magician can't help but wonder if it has to do with the strange aching in his chest.

CW: Self Aware AU, NOT Cult AU or Creator AU, Angsty, the Reader is referred as Player, Based on my own Genshin Account, Pretty Self-Indulgent, GN!Player, Cross-posted on AO3, English is not my first language and I'm not an experienced writer

A/N: Heyy, I'm so sorry for the long wait! My hyperfixation on Genshin just died when I got Lyney and I didn't have the motivation to continue this, but I finally got myself to write this. Also, I'm really sorry if this is bad, I got sick last week and I'm getting out of it rn.

Taglist: @crazed-flower @yurislilygarden @yurislotusgarden

The day is finally here, after five months of arduous saving and skipping characters (it was hard), Lyney's first rerun finally sees the light of day. The Player, who’s been waiting patiently for the maintenance to end, opens the game as fast as they could, feeling their heart beat in their throat.

Three hundred and twenty seven wishes. All for that magician they love so much. Oh, how much they regret being inactive from the game when his banner came out. They can only wish that they get him now… and his weapon if they’re lucky enough.

It’s kind of funny how they had to contain themselves from pulling for anyone else (except for Furina, they only pulled because she looked pretty at the moment), it didn't matter if all the new characters powercrept Lyney or if they were better in terms of DPS, for the Player, he was everything they needed, everything they wanted. They just wanted that cat-themed magician in their party and their account.

Seeing the Geo logo finally load, they rush to finish their dailies and change their team to the duo, Freminet and Lynette, and rush towards the Opera Epiclese. It felt like a dream, but the way they felt the keyboard under their fingers told them otherwise. This is pretty much real.

After reaching the designated “wishing spot”, they opened the wishing menu, seeing his splash art alongside the chosen four stars, happy that they can at least get constellations for them. The Player took a deep breath and pressed the “10 pull” button.

—

Lyney was looking at the ceiling in his room, the ache in his chest suddenly feeling harder… painfully so. He sat down in his bed, feeling how the sheets moved due to his weight. The magician sighed, running his hand through his ashy blonde hair while his head was strangely silent, no thoughts, nothing. 

After a failed investigation into the phenomenon of strange falling stars, Lyney was beyond desperate, no one seemed familiar with the ache the magician felt in his chest, even some people looked at him weird, like he was crazy.

Why is it only with him?

Lyney's gaze returned to the ceiling, the zero hope he felt about a possible explanation seemed to fade with each passing second. Was it only his imagination? Was he going insane? It's been five months since those shooting stars last fell, maybe it's time to-

*WAM*

Lyney stood up immediately at the sudden sound that came from outside, quickly dressing up (somehow) and grabbing his bow, he walked outside to see what’s going on and-

The shooting stars were back. The colors returned to the sky and made it pretty again, a purple star falling directly in the Opera Epiclese as he looked in awe. The pain in his chest was getting even more heavy, but he ignored it, lost in the colors of those shooting stars.

Thinking it was over when the purple star fell, another wave came right after, and then another, and another. And another. It became a full shooting star shower, that never happened before

It’s been at least eight or more purple stars when a golden one falls. Its shine lit up all of Fontaine, as the people exited their houses to see the show happening in the blanket of the night. Lyney looked at the golden star with anticipation, while it became bigger and bigger as it fell closer.

Only for it to continue falling towards… Sumeru?

—

The Player stares at their screen in disbelief.

Reached 79 pity only to lose it to Dehya… They sigh in frustration while closing the results of the pull, they still have a lot of wishes left, and now with a guarantee, it will be a lot easier… right?

They sigh again as their friend laughs at their misery on the discord call, deciding to continue the wishing session.

“He will come home, whether he likes it or not…” they mutter to themselves, already feeling pissed off.

—

Lyney thought the shooting stars were over until even more fell from the sky, this time more�� fast, than before. Like they were in a rush.

He looked at the purple ones as some fall in the Opera Epiclese and the others go all the way to what appears to be Liyue.

He was starting to get anxious as he then became aware of the pain in his chest again. He felt a pull, like someone was calling for something, calling for him.

And suddenly, another golden star fell from the sky. And instead of going to Sumeru, it was falling dangerously close to him.

Wait, was it falling towards him?!

His body stayed frozen in place as the star fell on him. A golden aura engulfed his entire body and his feet felt light, and… a strange voice appeared on his head.

“Fucking finally, dude. You took your sweet ass time.”

That… was new.

He opened his eyes when the light disappeared, and he found Lynette and Freminet looking at him with a smile. Lyney then realized he was in the Opera Epiclese.

“Wha- how did I-” Lyney muttered, confused at the sudden change in scenery.

“Welcome home, brother. We’ve been waiting for you.” Lynette said with a small smile, the purple aura around her not going unnoticed for Lyney.

“Home? What are you talking about? What is going on?” To say the magician was confused was an understatement. He was beyond lost.

“Uhm, it’s hard to explain but… you’ll understand sooner or later.” Freminet said with a nervous smile and he had Pers in his hands, the little penguin making sounds of joy.

Lyney didn’t know how to react to the confusing sentences his siblings were saying. Or why the world looked so different, so 3D… so- fake. Has the world always looked like that? And what are those numbers in his siblings' heads? Level 40 and Level 80? What in the world does that mean?

“He looks so confused… Do you think he’ll be okay?” Freminet whispered towards Lynette, who was pretty worried for her brother.

“I don’t know… he doesn’t seem to be taking it well.” she says back, and she hears the sounds from the player in her head.

“Aquila Favonia?! Are you serious?! I already have it R2- This banner fucking sucks!”

They must be pulling for Lyney’s weapon, it seems, and it also seems that they’re not doing so well. Lynette sighed when she noticed Lyney’s bewildered expression at the loud voice, before putting a hand on Lyney's shoulder.

“Listen, things might look a little confusing right now, but everything will be okay. The Player is someone really caring and nice, and they really like you.” Lynette says with a calm tone, but also a lot of reassurance. “Why did you think there were no shooting stars in five months? Because they wanted you.”

Lyney looked at her in shock, still processing everything. This.. “Player”, as Lynette called them, was the one behind the shooting stars apparently, and they… wanted him? Really-

“I hate this game, I’m never saving up for another character ever again. Fuck you, Lyney.”

Oh.

“They’re always like this, don’t pay them any mind.” Lynette says with a small frown before sighing again. “It seems their wishing session is over, you should feel some changes in a bit.”

“What changes-”

Before Lyney could process anything, the world around him changed again, the walls (or what he assumed were walls) around him became red, with some fire coming out of the floor, where did Lynette and Freminet go?!

Before he could feel even more confused, he saw them… a person was looking at him and pressing some buttons on what appears to be a… keyboard of sorts.

“If it didn’t take me more than 200 wishes to get you, I’d be happier.” they say with a serious expression but a tired smile slowly creeps in, and he feels himself getting stronger… somehow.

What is this person? And why does he feel so strange when he looks at them?

Even with their tired expression and dark room, he could see affection in their eyes. Affection for him. He remembers Lynette’s words about this “Player” liking him and wanting him for a long time. Was this person the so-called “Player” Lynette was talking about?

If so, then he might consider himself lucky to be favored by this really pretty Player.

“Yeah, I have everything ready to just Level him up and his weapon straight to 90, it did take me a while to get all of the Rainbow Roses though…” they say practically to no one in Lyney’s point of view. Were they not alone in that dark room? Or were they talking to someone via real magic?

Wait, Rainbow Roses? For him?!

Were they collecting Rainbow Roses for him?

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he felt. This person was collecting Rainbow Roses and… materials (he doesn’t know what that means) for him. For this moment alone.

“Hey, is it normal for Lyney to have this idle animation?” they asked when Lyney suddenly grabbed his hat to cover his face a little. He could hear them laugh a little. “That’s so cute, though! Look at him!”

Oh God.

—

[Little Extra]

“I still have a few wishes left, might as well get Lynette C6 since I’m at it.” Lyney hears them while fighting some Hilichurls alongside other people, Kaedehara Kazuha, a wanderer from Inazuma, Bennett, an adventurer from Mondstadt and, surprisingly, Miss Furina. What a strange bunch, Lyney thought.

While the Player made their sudden wishing session, Lyney sat down on a nearby rock. It’s been 30 minutes since he’s been pulled into this weird situation and he’s still processing everything. Heck, it feels even weirder to be in the same “party” as the former Hydro Archon. Was this even allowed? He's not sure himself, but he’ll just go along with everything this strange person does for the time being, Freminet and Lynette seem to trust them, so he might as well give it a shot-

“What the fuck?!” Lyney was startled when the Player suddenly screamed, he looked up and saw a sudden golden star fall on him.

He felt a burning pain in his right arm, he pulled up his sleeve to see a strange pattern in his skin. C1? What does that mean?

He remembers hearing the Player say something about “Lynette’s C6”, but he has no idea what any of that even means.

“Constellation.” He hears Kazuha say by his side, a calm expression on his face. “It means Constellation. When the Player gets lucky and the stars fall on one of us again, our “Constellation�� increases. C6 being the highest.” Kazuha explains, although it’s just what he heard. “For example, me and Miss Furina are C0 since the shooting star only fell on us once. Bennett over there is C4 since the shooting star fell on him 5 times.”

“I see…” Lyney says with a smile. “Well thank you-”

“No fucking way!” he gets startled again by the scream. And before he could react, another golden star falls on him, and the pattern changes to C2.

Kazuha looks at him with a smile. “Wow, signature weapon, C2… you really are the Player’s favorite!”

Lyney just laughs, his cheeks a bit red. “Oh come on, they don’t love me that much-”

“I love you so much, Lyney! I’m so sorry I said otherwise!” Lyney gets even more flustered at that, making Kazuha laugh even more.

This was certainly a weird experience, but… it felt good.

[desswright29]

Contains: Petty Argument, Overreacting reader, Overprotective Shuri, Bratty reader, Angry Shuri/reader, Reader testing the fuck out of Shuri’s patience, apologetic reader. Smut (18+), Sub Shuri 🫦, (I was inspired lol) Reader has PTSD from her past abusive relationship. A/N: This is in the “Shame” universe. I just felt like writting. So this is a side quest as I write PTV. I hope y’all enjoy! Also this shit is not edited. Read at your own risk lmao.

“Mholo ngalentsasa, umfazi wam.” Your wife’s voice was soft, slightly raspy with sleep this morning. You sensed an aggitated apprehensiveness in her tone, even in your groggy state. Her back was to you as she sat in the lounge area of the bedroom, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while watching the news. Your vision was still blurry, eyes sensitive to the amount of sun shining into the room, as you stare at the back Shuri’s head from the bed.

“Good Morning baby, are you eating cereal? I was going to cook breakfast for us.” You stretch, becoming more aware of your surroundings, and most importantly of your body, you recognize the pounding headache at your temples and the aching in your bones.

“It is just after noon, 12:02 to be exact, and you sweet girl, are sick.” Your eyes bulge at her revelation of the time.

“Afternoon!” You shot up fast, and was  immediately hit with an overwhelming dizzyness that forced you to lay back against the headboard. You were in denial about the final part of her statement, even though your body ached from head to toe, you had the sweats, and your head was pounding. But, you were on tour and had no intention of canceling tonight’s show.

She glanced at you over her shoulder. “Take it slow, my love. You tossed and turned all night, running a fever. I had Griot check your vitals and your fever got dangerously high. I was up all night making sure you were alright. You’ve been sweating a lot so you need to hydrate.” Hesitance laced her tone as she stared ahead at the television. Your face was plastered all over the news. Fans already lined up outside of the arena waiting to see you perform. “I think that it would be best if you cancelled tonight’s show, no?” Shuri knew that her advice would not be well received, and braced herself.

“Uh no! Shuri you should’ve woke me up. I’m not canceling my show! Now I’m gonna be rushing.” You try standing only for your body to reject it. Landing right back onto the bed. Shuri’s chin dropped to her chest, pinching her nose trying not to allow her frustration to over power her rationale.

“Sthandwa, it’s been weeks. You’re over due a break. I told you this was going to happen and that you need to slow down.” Shuri spoke with her usual calm demeanor. Trying to keep you from going into a panic.

“I have!” Your voice went up an octave as you lied to no one except for yourself. Shuri threw her arm over the back of the couch, finally turning to look at you fully “No. You have not.” She rebutted. You roll your eyes sitting on the side of the bed. You notice the lounge wear you wore to bed had been changed. You were sure that was courtesy of your thoughtful wife.

“Uuuuugghhh Shuri. Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“Right. That is exactly my point. How do you plan to do a show in your condition ubusi?” Shuri cocked her head to the side as she waited for an answer that would make sense.

“I’ll take something for the pain and fever, go back to sleep for a couple of hours, and I’ll be ok when I wake up.” Shuri placed her half eaten bowl onto the table, getting up to walk over to the bed. She got on one knee in front of you. Grabbing one of your hands and lifting your chin with her other.

“No you won’t. Baby, your body is exhausted, it can only take so much more.  I’ve been medicating you all night. It keeps coming back. You need rest. You have to know when to take a break, or this lifestyle is going to break you.” You groan in defiance.

“I understand you mean well Shuri but I have an obligation to my fans. If I cancel tonight it’s going to complicate everything. We’ll have to refund everyone. Pay a fine to the venue…and damnit I just want to perform! It’s Madison Square Garden for Bast sake!” You whined. You leaned forward catching your head in your hands in frustration. Shuri rubbed your arm comfortingly. 

“Don’t stress yourself. I understand. I know you love what you do. You put a lot of hard work into it, and I admire that. But, Thando you’re taking your body through a lot of physical strain. Training with the Dora, learning your duties as consort, and actively on tour. It’s physically impossible for any human.” 

“You have more on your plate than I do. And you’re doing just fine!” Shuri, being true to the patient woman that you married, continued being calm during your temper tantrum.

“Bambo’lawami, while I am human, I have a bit of an advantage here. I should hardly be the determining factor for your work ethic. You need to let something go.” If Shuri only knew where her statement would take this, she would immediately swallow those words. Your head jerks back as you look down at Shuri, chuckling though very unamused.

“OOOOh, ok… I’m getting it now. Is the career I built getting in the way of my duties for Wakanda?” You raised a brow as Shuri mimicked your prior movement, her head jerking back in confusion.

“What? That has nothing to do with what I said.” 

“No. But, it has everything to do with what you implied.” You say, your words laced with spite. 

The creases in her forhead increased with each word that came from your mouth.

“Sthand-“

“Don’t fucking SthANdwa me. I already know what you’re gonna say. ‘You are being unreasonable Entle, I only want what’s best for you.’ When we both know that this your way of introducing the idea of me giving up my career, so that I can play the submissive Queens consort? Walk to the right and two steps behind you!?” Shuri sat back on her haunches, completely taken aback. She snickered.

“Are you for real? I-“ Your hand comes up, placing it directly into your wife’s face. She bit into the corner of her bottom lip. A sneer appearing on her upper, as her nostrils flared.

“I don’t want to hear shit you have to say. I’m doing this and every other show I have scheduled for MY tour. I’m not giving up who I am and what I’VE built to play small and be your little wife.” You go to mush Shuri’s face but her hand quickly grasped your wrist placing your hand gently back onto the bed. 

“Whoa. You’re loosing it Nkosazana. Dont put your hand in my face. Don’t ever disrespect me like that.” Her pointer finger came up, centered between your eyes. 

“And what are you gonna do?” You say swatting her hand away. She removed her hand before you could make contact. You place your hand back into her face and she swats it. The two of you go through this back in forth for a moment until frustration takes over and you catch Shuri off guard pushing her away from you making her land on her butt. 

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing!?” Shuri’s voice became high pitched as confusion took over her. She remained seated on the floor.

“My intent is not to start an arguement with you. You’re stressed and not feeling well. Apparently, you have some other unrelated issue with me, that we should discuss at a better time. Because, no way you’re taking my concern for your health as some sort of power play.” The statement came out as a question.

“Yup.” You say crossing your arms and rolling your neck. 

“Y/n.”

“Yuuup.” You say more aggressive. Shuri squinted her eyes a smirk turning up one of her cheeks.

“Yea?”

“Yup” You repeat.

“Childish.” You shrug staring at her waiting impatiently for whatever it was she had to say. Quietly, her eyes scan over your body. Had it been any other time, or had you felt better the look on her face would’ve folded you like origami. However, now you had an unwarranted point to prove. Just because Shuri was a sexy, domineering goddess didn’t mean you were going to drop everything for her. You built your image without her and planned to maintain it. You were a Queen in your own right before marrying Shuri, this was your shit!

“It seems as though we’re past not arguing.” You cock your head to the side with all the attitude you can muster, as Shuri stands to her feet, clenching her jaw. 

 “Llisten, Your health at the moment is what matters to me. That is all this is about.”

“Puh’ lease, you been on this shit. Does my success make you insecure Shuri?” You continued pushing your invalid point. Shuri closed her eyes.

“Bast, I’m trying to keep my composure.”

“And if you loose it?” You raise a brow continuing to challenge Shuri. She stepped forward Jaw clenched. 

“You want to act like a child, y/n? Fine, I’ll treat you like one. If you so much as think about going to that show tonight, I’m going to hunt you down and drag your little ass back into this house and chain you to the bed. Do you understand me?”

Your mouth dropped, a sudden burst of energy hit you as you lept to your feet standing on the bed in an attempt to over power Shuri. 

“Who the fuck you think you talking to?!!” Shuri snorted turning to walk away. 

“The only person confused in here is you. I guess the 103 degree fever you were running was boiling your brain cells. I’ll be happy to remind you who YOU are speaking with. We maybe consorts but I rule over you. Calm yourself.” She punctuated her sentence jabbing her finger in your direction. “You’ve gotten beside yourself. I’ll shut the fucking city down before I let you leave this house thinking it’s ok to distrespect me the way you are. The only point I’m making is that you’re running that beautiful body of yours into the ground. And it’s going to give way mama.” At this point you were relentless. 

“Ha! Oh that’s cute kitten.” Shuri shook her head chewing on the insides of her cheeks. Confused at how you even got to this point. She’d made her way back to the sitting area plopping down onto the couch. You followed. “Be serious, your intimidated because I’m not one of these thirsty bitches that need you. I’m good on my own and I could have just as much without you and your trying to ta-“ Shuri shot back to her feet. Making her way to you in a few long strides.

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR LITT-.” Shuri tried stopping herself before playing into this foolish argument, but it was too late. You had shook her calm front, and cut her off.

“There it is!! There the fuck it is! Show yourself!” 

“EVERYDAY! Y/n EVERY FUCKING DAY I go out of my way making sure you’re happy and ok. And you think I would wait until you were ill to push some dumb ass agenda I’ve been hiding onto you.” You stare at her unyielding in your point. Shuri stepped back chuckling, She threw her hands up in surrender.

“You know what. Fuck it. Do as you please! Fuck me for giving a shit about my wife. Go risk your LIFE to dress in a strip of fabric and clap your ass in front of an a arena full of strangers. I’m done!” You smirk.

“Proved my point.” 

“Discussion over.”

“I bet it is.”

“OVER!” Your eyes connected with Shuri’s. Though you may not have been very connected with your own limits. You knew Shuri’s. So you chose to heed her warning. You stomped around the room collecting your things while Shuri sat slumped on the couch attending to business on her Kimoyo beads. 

“I’m going to wait for the car at Bruno’s and I’ll stay with my sister after my show.”

“Do what you gotta do.” Her voice had gone down an octave, raspy and tired. Your aching body wanted so bad to go over, fall into her lap, and let her nurse you back to health. But, the stubbornness in you, the part that was afraid to rely fully on Shuri or anyone because of your checkered past relationships, pressed on. 

“Eat a dick.” You say calmly before snatching open the door, and slamming it as hard as you could behind you. 

“Tuh.” And a snicker was Shuri’s only reaction. Her nonchalance only a weak bandage for the wound you’d just caused her.

Shuri was in a bad mood. It was apparent in her stifling demeanor as she swaggered backstage. Her lack of sleep, the heated argument between the two of you, and pure worry for her wife drove her to an astute level of unapproachable. Her shades hid her frustrated eyes, but her demeanor was not to be misunderstood.

She’d tried getting some rest, tried staying away and letting you do your thing. But, even when she was pissed at you her love and protective instincts for you would always over power any anger. So, after stubbornly tossing and turning on the couch, and stomping through the house mumbling angrily to herself, after her failed attempt at sleeping. She decided to take a shower, and then she found herself getting dressed, grabbing keys, and heading in the direction of Madison Square Garden in the Royal Talon. 

You were halfway through your set, as she walked over to the wings. Your tour Manager Wayne stood watching intently, until he felt the presence of the Queen approaching. Shuri saw his shoulders visibly tense as she walked up beside him.

“Why do you look nervous Wayne? Is there a reason you would need to be cautious around me?” She never made eye contact. Just leaned  her shoulder onto a pillar, crossing her legs at the ankle, staring out onto the stage.

“N-no I-“ She cut him off, not having the patience to beat around the bush.

“Tell me, have you seen my wife today?”

“Uh, Well yes.” Shuri’s jaw tensed as she nodded, somehow the shades covering her eyes made this moment even more frightening for the man. The lights from the stage casting a red glow over her. 

“Really? Because if you had. You would know that she is in no condition to be on that stage tonight.” Her head turned slightly to the right of her where Wayne stood shifting on his feet.

“She said she’d be good by show time. E-everyone was already here I-I couldn’t cancel. I was just doing as she sa-“ 

“Isn’t apart of your job to make sure that my wife is in good health. Does it not matter if the artist is well? Or are you just worried about your check? Because, I can get you your check, and  it’ll be the last. Was this one show worth your job Wayne?” Shuri raised a brow, and a sarcastic smile spread across Shuri’s face. 

“I’m so-“ The shivering teary eyed man began. 

“Shuri!” Dani marched up standing in between the two of them. Interrupting the tense moment.

“Wayne, go gather yourself. I hear the Queen is on a little power trip because she can’t control my sister. She’ll get over it.” Shuri scoffed as Wayne rushed off. 

“I heard you were here terrorizing the staff because y/n went through with her show. Lay off it Shuri! This is a sold out show at Madison Square Garden! You’re not about to mess this night up for her.”

“Me! Mess it up! Dani have you even seen your sister up close for the past couple of weeks!? She’s fucking exhausted. She’s pushing herself entirely too hard.”

“So, she has to give up her career?!”

“WHO THE FUCK IS SAYING THAT! Demethi! You two are definietly related. She JUST NEEDS A BREEAAAAAK! From EVERYTHING! GAHDAMN!” 

“I think she knows her limitations. She’s putting on a flawless show. You can’t control-“

“I don’t -…. You know what Dani, It’s best if  nobody says shit to me tonight. I’m here to ensure my wife’s safety. Keep the rest.” Dani rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.” She said as her and Shuri stood silently watching the show. 

She watched your body move, as you sang effortlessly. The truth was, Shuri loved watching you in your element. The joy in your face, the sound of your voice. How you lost yourself becoming an entirely different being on stage. She loved even more the private shows she got after a show was over, the both of you all riled up. You, from trying to turn your wife on while onstage. Her, from you succeeding. Yea. After show sex was Shuris favorite. A smirk found it’s way to Shuri’s lips as she thought about your escapades. She didn’t want to argue. She just wanted you to be ok, and she couldn’t rest until she felt that you were. Taking something that you loved and excelled at would have never crossed Shuri’s mind, and it hurt her that you believed it would.

The show was coming to an end, and per usual it had been effortless. You did your final song. thanking your fans as the band continued to play you off stage. Shuri felt silly. Maybe she had overreacted. But, was she wrong? All she’d wanted was for you to be safe and healthy. You couldn’t be too mad at her for that. Could you?

The crowd roared as you did your signature strut off of the stage. The walk Shuri loved so much. Her eyes trailed over your body, starting at your feet, up to those thick thighs, your non existent waist, your beautiful bouncing breast, and then that gorge-. That’s when Shuri saw it,  your face was pale, washed out. There was fear in your eyes as you approached the wings as fast possible. Shuri’s face dropped as you got out of view of the crowd. She stepped forward.

“Y/n, babe.” Your eyes met her shaded ones, and you made it to your wife just in time to wrap your arms around her neck and faint. 

“Sis! Y/n!” Dani yelled, running to Shuri’s side. Jumping into action Shuri swooped the rest of your limp body up into her arms. 

“Move!” She yelled as she made her way through the crowded back stage. Chaos, ensued as everyone realized what was happening. Shuri tried making it to the Talon fighter, everything she needed to nurse you conscious was there, but suddenly she felt you stiffening in her arms. She stopped in her tracks looking down at you.

“EVERYBODY GIVE HER SOME SPACE SHES SEIZING! Someone get me something to cushion her head!” She barked orders as people ran around trying to find ways to help, or just stood staring. She gently placed you on your side as your sister took off her jacket placing it under your head, as your body began jerking. 

“It’s ok baby I’m here. I’m going to make sure you’re ok.” Medics rushed in with a gurney, directing everyone not to hover. Shuri lie on the floor above your head. Whispering words of encouragement. 

“I got you baby. Hang in there. It’ll be over soon.” Once you stopped seizing, They moved into action. Hurrying to get you onto the gurney before you went into another seizure. 

“Take her to the roof. I’m taking her home. We have whatever medical assistance she needs.” Shuri ordered as her and your sister ran beside the gurney. The Dora and your team followed close behind. 

Once safely on the aircraft Shuri had you placed you in a bed. Her first goal to hydrate you. She’d noticed weeks ago that in your attempt to juggle everything you weren’t eating enough, or staying hydrated. Your body had been running on fumes. Not getting nearly enough of anything it needed. Food, water, or sleep. Not to mention all of the sweating you did in your sleep last night. She’d spoken on it several times, and she continuously went ignored. Now your body had finally caved. She worked on you silently. Cutting off the restricting clothes. Giving you fluids through an IV and placing a cooling pad over your body. A tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. She’d never forgive herself for not being more insistent on you canceling if something happened to you. 

“Griot. Does she show any signs of injury?”

“Assessing damage Panther.” She waited patiently as Griot scanned your body. “Ikumkani wam shows no signs of injury.”

“Thank Bast.” Shuri breathed a sigh of relief. 

You began to stir and Shuri stood to her feet walking over to your side. She held your hand as you opened your eyes. 

“Hey there, pretty girl.” She says leaning in, gently caressing the side of your face. 

“W-what happened?”

“You fainted, and had a seizure.” Your eyes widened before you averted your eyes. 

“I’m not here for I told you so baby. I’m just happy you’re ok.”

A soft knock at the door interrupted the moment. 

“Did I hear her talking?” Your sister walked in with Wayne trailing behind. “Girl thank God you’re up. You scared the shit out of me!” Your sister came over kissing your forehead.

“Yes we’re all happy to see you up. You gave us all quite a scare.” Wayne said. Your team stood outside of the door not wanting to overwhelm you. Shuri spoke up. 

“I’m glad you all are here. I think this is a perfect time for me to voice how I don’t appreciate the complete disregard for my wife’s health. If it was my say all of you would be fired.”

“Shuri.” You say about to chastise her when she threw a look over her shoulder that let you know now was not the time.

“I’m being as nice as I have the patience to be right now….It’s been a long day. You all will postpone the tour for two weeks.” You gasp.

“Shuri that’s excessive! I alrea-” Shuri turned all the way around looking down at you from her seated position. 

“I’m sorry sthandwa..Did that sound like a request? I should’ve went with my first mind and shut it down last night. However, this is your thing. So I deemed it necessary to run it by you first. But, since you don’t seem to know your limits I’ll be taking things into my own hands until you prove to me you can. And it’s not up for discussion.” She spoke firm staring directly into your eyes, and there was no room for argument. She directed her attention back to your team. 

“Call the venues, get a price point on the fines and the date changes. Let me know. I’ll take care of it. Staff will also be compensated. Just get it done. All business is to go through me and me only for the next two weeks. Got it.” Everyone acknowledged her with a firm yes and she dismissed everyone to allow you to rest. With the exception of Dani, who decided to stay with the two of you to help out.

Shuri pulled up a document on her Kimoyo beads and began typing.

“What are you doing?” You ask

“Requesting that M’Baku take my place for the next two weeks. So I don’t overwhelm myself.”

She side eyed you and you looked away. She turned around to you grabbing your chin, turning your head back toward her. 

“Ubusi, when I met you…It’s like….like I grew another limb. You became apart of me. Apart of my body, and If you’re not ok neither am I. I need you to take care of my body baby. There is no strength without rest.” You bite into your lip. Your wife always had a beautiful way with words. 

“I understand. I’m sorry about earlier I-“

“Let’s not talk about that now. You need to get some rest. I’m not dismissing it. Just saving it for another time. Ok?” You nod and she softly kissed your lips.

For the next week you watched your wife take care of your business. You noticed how much attention to detail she had to have been paying to the way you ran things, before you got sick. She didn’t miss a beat. She made sure you ate, hydrated, and rested. Took meetings with venues and made sure your staff was paid, suggesting that they rest as well. You also noticed, that with all the care and love she was giving you, she was still a bit stand off-ish. 

“Baby what’s wrong?” You’d find yourself asking constantly. She’d always rebut with, “Nothing my love, just a lot on my plate.” However, you knew better.

Her kisses were light and didn’t linger, she’d bring your meals, but, wouldn’t snuggle up, and eat them with you. And when you two went to bed she’d kiss your forehead and turn over away from you. You hated it! 

The two of you still hadn’t talked about the argument. The more you thought about it, the more guilty you felt for overreacting. You’d gone entirely too far. You knew that you had really hurt her with some of your harsh opinions about how she felt about you and your career. Regret was as simple as you could put it, as you watched her handle the the career you built with all the love, just as you would. You had been wrong, and hurtful. And It was your turn to apologize.

Shuri pulled into the driveway. Taking a deep breath as she turned off the car. To be honest, home had been hard for her lately. She struggled with when to bring up the fact that you had hurt her. How did this part of your relationship go? Was she even allowed to be hurt? The two of you had never made it to this point. Shuri had always been the one ruining everything, and apologizing profusely. But, she’d fixed it. She was putting her best foot forward in this marriage. Being the best wife she knew how to be. She thought you’d known that. What was she doing wrong where you didn’t see?

She had been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Meetings with your team, updates with the council, and checking in on her lab filled her day and she was ready to get some rest. Finally she decided to get out. Her energy was heavy as she walked to the front door placing her key in the lock. Stepping inside of her home she was immediately met with red and gold rose petals. Large glass vases filled with long stem roses, and candles led a path to a table beautifully set for two. You sat on the table, legs crossed in your sheer black floor length dress, breast on display with an edible arrangement settled on your lap, with the words sorry carved out in pineapple. A huge teddy bear that read “I love you” sat in the corner and balloons with apologies written all over them,  littered every corner of the room. But over top of your head were huge balloons that individually spelled. IM SORRY. In case she wasn’t getting the message.

Shuri was stuck, speechless at the door. The last time you’d done something this beautiful for her was when you proposed. The thought brought tears to her eyes, as she took it all in.

“I know grand gestures and elaborate apologies are usually your thing. But, I thought I’d take a jab at it this time.” Shuri chuckled as a tear fell down her cheek. You looked at your beautiful wife. Today she was apparently feeling her femininity. A jean dress that hugged her silhouette so perfectly graced her beautiful body. Her braids were adorned with golden string, and her makeup was perfection. You couldn’t help but think that you were a lucky women. 

“You look beautiful, Sweet Lady.” She look down slightly and you could tell she was trying to hide her blush. It brought a smile to your face.

“I promise I didn’t over exert myself. Dani helped with dinner, and I had a few other hands with helping me get all of this set up, before I kicked everyone out.” You stood from the table placing the edible arrangement onto it. You reach out your hand to her. “Come here.” Shuri made her way to you, heels clicking against the marble floors. When she was close enough you grabbed her hands.

“Baby I’m sorry. For a lot of things. But, first of all for putting my hands on you. I was delirious. I am fully aware we don’t operate that way. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, and that I made things more difficult than they had to be. And most importantly, I’m sorry for the things I said. I know I have a habit of putting my guard back up in certain areas of my life out of protection for myself. I recognize I don’t have to do that with you. I recognize how ungrateful and entitle I’ve been. Overlooking your effort. I do see you. And I’m very appreciative of the work you put in for us.” Shuri sniffles looking down at her feet. You lift her chin slightly so that her eyes can meet your own again. She bit into her lip, her low eyes connecting with yours. 

“I can see that I hurt you, and I hate it. I wish I could take everything I said back because I didn’t mean it in the slightest. Those weren’t words meant for you, and who you’ve shown yourself to be to me. I let the past infiltrate what we have now, and for that I truly apologize Shuri. So, if you give me the chance, I can be better at showing you how much I appreciate you. I know you know I love you. I’ll forever be in love with you. I don’t want to mess us up either. Your love is wonderful, and I don’t want to loose you.”

Shuri had tears streaming down both of her cheeks now. You use the pad of your thumb to wipe away the tears. Finally, the two of you step into eachothers arms. “I love you sthandwa, I’m giving this all I got.” She finally says. The softness in her tone almost broke you.

“I know baby. And you’re perfect.” you say wrapping your arms around her neck as she buries her face into yours. She picks her head up, placing her forhead to yours staring into your eyes.

“I miss you.” She says. You nod. Knowing exactly what she means. 

“I miss you too. Can I kiss you?” You ask. She nods.

You close the distance and give your wife a long lingering kiss for the first time in days. Your lips slide against eachothers longingly. Passionately. This woman would forever be your heart. Your everything.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against her lips.

“I forgive you, baby.” She responds.

“I need to touch you Shuri. Can I touch you please mama?” Another request came from you against her lips. She moaned her reply into your mouth. One of your arms slipped from around her neck. Gliding down her clothed chest to her abs, to the hem of her form fitting dress. You hike up her dress, your fingers brushing against her silk lined clit, her body shivered against your touch as she stepped further into you. Her mouth gapped open at the sensation, as you rubbed up and down against her. 

“It feels like you need me to touch you. But, you won’t tell me what you need beautiful.” Shuri’s knees buckled a bit as she backed you against the table. 

“Uh uh, calm down panther. I want to take care of you. Tell me you need me.”  She panted against your mouth as you stroke her bud. “Uhn. I-I need y-you please baby.” You smirk against her lips. “Good girl.” 

Shuri moaned, as the two of you switch positions Shuri now pressed into the table.

Your kissing became more intense. Pressing her up against the table, she lifts your dress as you firmly plant your thigh between her muscular legs. Shuri whimpers quietly, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you voraciously. Your bodies heave together, squirming, and writhing. Your thighs intertwined as you hungrily rub her vulva over her panties.

 She pulls you as close to her as possible, her nails unconsciously digging into your back. You pull away from her mouth, and begin kissing her neck. Sighing as she tugs on your hair. 

“I need you Shuri.” You say as you find the zipper at the back of her dress. Slowly unzipping her dress, pulling it down her shoulders. “I need you in my life. To be loved by you. To touch you. To taste you. I love you so much.”

Your hand finds her breast under a sheer, silky bra. You feel her nipple poking through the soft fabric, and take it between your two fingers, massaging it slowly.

“Fuck y/n.” She whispers, her hips continued to rotate on your thigh, her head thrown back eyes closed in concentration.

Wanting to feel her skin, you unhook her bra and let it fall off of her shoulders. Taking her small perky breast in your hand, you caress it softly, tracing circles around her nipple. Giving each one equal attention. 

“You’re so perfect. Beautiful and perfect. All of you.”

You take a nipple into your mouth and suck lightly, encircling, and kissing each one. Shuri begans frantically moaning  trying to rub her self against you harder. You lightly run your fingers up and down her bare back. 

“Tell me what you need pretty girl.” You whisper in her ear. “Tell me what I gotta do?” Shuri whimpers.

“Bast, I love it when you talk to me like that.”

“Mmm Daddy Panther wants to be my pretty girl tonight?” Shuri grabs the front of your dress. As her hips continue to grind against you. 

“Ewe! Let me be your good girl.” Your core throbs at the pretty sound of her voice. 

She sits eye level with you. You stare intently into her eyes taking her lower lip into your mouth, sucking as your hands slide gently down her sides, onto her thighs, and inside her panties. 

She lets out sweet a little moan and buries her head in your neck. She breathes heavily on your skin as you gently rub her mound, pressing hard against her clit. Your finger slides between her lips to find her slick and wet, her clit rock-hard. 

“Ndive kamnandi (make me feel good)” Her body shivered against yours. 

“Whatever you want baby girl. Whatever you want.”

You continue, rubbing on her clit, with calculated strokes soft, slow, up, down. 

“Please baby I need more. Uhn I want to cum for you sthandwa.”

She grips the back of your neck tighter as she lets out a breathy shudder. You move your  fingers in and out of her pussy. You felt her ridges squeezing against your fingers as her hips meet your thrust. Your thumb rubbed delicate circles on her clit as tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Yes baby right there!” She says. You start pressing hard against the upper wall of her pussy. She nearly collapses from this intense sensation. Her thighs shaking beneath you. 

“Ooohh fuck me y/n. You make me feel so fucking sexy.” Your mouth was agape as you watched Shuri bounce against your fingers. She looked more erotic than you’d ever seen her before dress bunched at her waist. Sweat begining to glisten over her beautiful breast, and one of her toned legs thrown over your shoulder, her pretty feet still adorned in her heels. 

“I could cum just looking at you right now Shuri. I can’t believe you’re mine. Fuuuck.”

Your arm supported her back so she wouldn’t  fall as you brought her closer to the edge of the table.  She tenses up against you now, squeezing you with both arms. A steady stream of the most beautiful sounds to ever exit Shuri’s mouth flowing into your ears.

“You’re close baby I can feel you. Give it all to me.”

The web of your hand pressed hard against her clit as your fingers pump in and out of her. You grab her clit between your middle and index fingers, pulling the foreskin up and down. A gasp escapes her mouth. 

“Ahhhh fuckgiveitgiveittomegiveittome!”

Her words ran together as you continued to work her pussy. Teasing bringing her to the edge and slowing down because you didn’t want this to end. You loved seeing your powerful wife like this. Putty at the tips of your fingers.

By now your fingers are drenched and pruning. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as she fell back against the table gripping the cloth. She's whispering under her breath for you to fuck her, growing more and more insistent. You were mesmerized. She began to stifle screams and you reach forward pulling a pineapple from the stick. Placing the S in sorry into your wife’s mouth. 

“Here baby. That should keep that pretty mouth quiet.”

She bites into the fruit hard. It’s juices running down the sides of her face. “Uuuuuuhhhnnn.” She lets out a long moan muffled by the the fruit. You fuck her harder, as she drools, her back begining to arch off of the table. "I'm gonna come," she says breathlessly, her mouth still full. Her body begans twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.

"It's okay, l've got you baby. Give me that shit." You lean over whispering in her ear and kissing it lightly. A few more strokes to her G-Spot, your thumb circling her clit, and you finally let her release. She lets out a long, tremulous sigh, her eyes rolling back into her head before her whole body goes limp in your arms. She comes hard, her pussy clamping down on your fingers. Her warm cream coating your hand as  you take out your dripping wet fingers. You suck her juices from your fingers and lean over her grabbing the bottom of the s of her pineapple with your teeth. Tearing it from her mouth and pecking her lips as she lay catching her breath.

You squat in front of her. Coming face to face with your work. Her panties soaking wet and rolled to the side of her fat pussy her clit jutting out between the lips. Quivering. Calling out to you. You place her heeled foot onto your shoulder and answered the call. Cleaning her up, sucking all the cum from her lower lips. And spitting it back into her clit before taking it into your mouth. Her hips buck upwards as she reached down holding your head in place. 

“Too sensitive.” She says. You reach up moving her hand from your head holding it in your hand. “You can do it.” You kiss the tip of her clit and once again engulf it. 

“Uuughhh!!” She lets out, as you suck up and down on her engorged clit. “Baby it’s too much.”

“She’s calling me Shuri.” 

“Umphhh Fuuuck!” She says as you continue sucking her. You rub your face in it. Getting your face full of her juices. You felt Shuri tensing underneath you. Holding her breath. 

“Breathe, baby. Deep breaths.” She tried following your instructions, and you felt the exact moment the pleasure took over body.

Her heels painfully dug into your shoulders, egging you on. 

“Damnit! Y/n!” She yelled, as she let out huffs of breath. Breathing through the intense pleasure. 

“Tell me you like it baby.” Your fingers reentered her sweet pussy as you ate her like your final meal.

“FUUUUUCCCCK! I love it. You drive t-this pussy crazy! Uuhhhnnn Bast! Get up! I gotta pee! I-I’m gonna e-explode!” You dive in fucking her harder sucking her faster. “Y/n, MOOVVVEE!” Her body writhed violently on top of the table anything that had been on top of it now long gone. 

“EH!” A high pitched scream left her mouth as her body almost levitated into a seated position. Her eyes and mouth wide. She grabbed the back of your neck pressing you up into her pussy, as her hips began to thrust hard against your face. You felt a gush of liquid hit the back of your throat. Unattatching yourself from her you began to cough, only to go back in and suck some more of her. Letting Shuri cover your face in her essence. She slid from the table. Both of you falling to the floor. She landed on all fours. Pussy still hovering over top of your face. You lift up kissing it. 

“Stop! Stop, stop.” She said shivering. She lowered her body between your legs laying on top of your chest, and you let out a hiss. She looked up seeing small holes left by her heels on your shoulders. 

“Did I do that!? I’m so sorry babe.” You laugh. 

“Trust me baby, I enjoyed it.” She leaned forward kissing, licking and sucking your sex injuries as you carressed the small of her back moaning from the feel of her mouth on you. 

A wrapped gift caught the corner of your eye amidst all of the broken dishes and fruit on the floor. “Oh. I almost forgot!” Shuri hummed as she continued to tend to your wounds. You reach over grabbing the box. Tapping her back, signaling her to get up. She looks down at the box as she sits all the way up straddling your waist.

“What’s this?”

“Open it. You’ll see.” You giggle as she rolls her eyes. She removes the ribbon and wrapping paper. Opening the box to two diamond Catier bracelets. 

“Apology diamonds” you say. “ They’re engraved.”She picked them up looking inside. 

One read ‘For better’ the other read ‘For worse’. 

Shuri looked looked into your eyes tears brimming. You smile.

“Forever baby.”

[krirebr]

Congrats again on your well deserved milestone, lovely! 🥳❤️

If it sparks the muse, I would LOVE a drabble of WAM!Steve and Cole. I was so intrigued by their first part and how you wrote their dynamic and how Steve was a low key motherhen. I’d love to see more of him teaching Cole how to vampire!! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Thank you, Siri!! I so appreciate your support. 💜💜

Oh, the muse sparked hard. I wrote this one in a blink. Their dynamic is so fun for me. I hope you enjoy!

This is a few years after Steve takes Cole in.

And Gentle Persuasion

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers, Soft!Dark Cole Turner

Warnings: blood, death, mind control, talk of humans as food, vampire stuff

We're All Monsters

“Cole.”

Cole looked up from where he was kneeling over the dead body. Steve was leaning against the door to the small cell, looking exasperated. Cole grimaced. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said.

Steve sighed and crouched down in front of him. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Tell me what happened this time.”

Cole stroked a finger down the now-dead young man’s cheek. “I just– I told him I loved him and wanted us to be together, you know? I wanted him to be mine. And he freaked out and I was just trying to calm him down, and maybe feed on him just a little, to show him how good it could be, but I was upset too. That he was being so unreasonable. And I guess I lost control.” He gestured to the blood that covered him and the floor of the cell.

Steve closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he fixed Cole with a stern look. “So,” he said, “the same thing as last time. Why didn’t you just compel him to agree to it?”

Cole looked down, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be real.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You’re still trying to hang onto your humanity, but it’s gone. You aren’t human anymore, you’re something so much better. You need to start acting like it, finally embrace it. Humans, they’re just animals. They’re food. Pets at the very most. They are here to serve us. We want something from them, we take it. Any vampire who treats them as equals has lost touch with what we are. Do you understand?”

Cole nodded. He did. Or he was trying to. Steve had been over it with him so many times. Cutter, too. Everyone here, really. But. He’d just– he’d always wanted to find the one when he’d been human and he never had. He thought maybe now that he was something more, that power was thrumming through his veins and Steve had taught him how to harness it, that he’d finally be able to find someone. But he still hadn’t. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he was looking in the wrong place.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Cole’s cheek, pulling him from his thoughts. “You know I’m only this upset because you keep doing this to menu items. We won’t have anything left to serve at the bar at this rate.”

Cole leaned into Steve’s hand. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve said and stood up. “Come on, I’ll have someone come clean this up.”

Cole stood up too and started to leave the cell, not looking back at the body. “Cutter’s gonna be pissed.”

Steve smiled, “Cutter’s always pissed. You leave her to me.” Cole took a few steps into the hallway before Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if it’s just a feed and a fuck you need, you come to me and I’ll get it for you. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

Cole gave him a bashful grin back. “Yeah, I know,” he said and thought for the millionth time how lucky he was that Steve had been the one to find him.

Kris's 700 Celebration

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Prettiest Thing

- brian quinn (Q) x afab!reader

summary: after a romantic date at your favorite restaurant in nyc, brian wants to show how much he really adores you

warnings: p in v, choking, fingering, dom!brian x sub!reader, age gap, m and f oral, overstimulation, biting, body praise, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol

a/n: guys im LIVINGG for this Q renaissance era.

the heels that you wore all night flew off your feet the second you stepped into your shared apartment. feeling the air conditioning hit your body as the door opened, your muscles immediately started to relax. the couple of drinks you ordered at dinner started to wear off, and your senses were coming back to you. you turned around, instantly clinging onto brian as he locked the door.

“hi sweetheart,” he said as you immediately pushed all your body weight onto him. he clung to you, embracing your scent. you took a step back admiring him. the way his hair fell over his sleepy eyes, and how his shirt revealed his tattoos. a familiar feelings started to flow through you, and an importance to do something about it.

“bedroom..?” you looked up at him with a gleam in your eyes. he chuckled, picking you up with ease and throwing you around his shoulder. you squealed in excitement as he made way to his your bedroom.

he placed you on the bed gently, then picking up one of the cats that was in the bedroom and setting her outside the room. he shut the door and made his way over to you. he stood in-front of you, removing his shirt. you got up on your elbows admiring the view. he moved over and softly laid you flat on the bed while deeply kissing your neck. he smelled of beer and cologne. you inhaled severely, collecting every scent from him.

he felt so wam, equivalent to a giant teddy bear. brian left rough kisses alongside your neck. the skin started turning purple, and soon you were left with many visible love bites. “bri…” you whimpered out. he worked his way from your neck to your lips. he soothingly kissed you as you sat up to remove your slip-on dress. he helped your remove it, pulling it over your head.

as you were still sitting up, he admired your body for a second before crashing his lips back onto yours. before you could lay back down, he shifted his hand to your bra clasp, unbuckling it. your bra slipped off, and brian threw it on the floor next to the bed. you moved yourself back against the headboard. he crawled his way up to you, stopping over your clothed pussy. he positioned his hands on your thighs.

“can i remove this?” he hinted at your black fishnets. you nodded eagerly, needing him to fuck you. he sat up, harshly tugging down your tights. he threw them to corner of the room along with your panties. “so fucking gorgeous” he muttered under his breath as he stroked your hip.

brian lowered his head between your thighs while maintaining eye contact. he began slowly kissing your thighs, making his way towards your heat. you whined, having enough of the teasing.

he was taking his time with you, kissing sweet pecks around your exposed pussy. you begged him, “please bri, i need it.”

he couldn’t hesitate any longer. his mouth found it’s way to your clit, bringing you intense pleasure. you grabbed a fistful of his hair as he ate you out. he softly kissed your pulsating heat before sticking his tongue inside of you. his name was being quietly muttered under your breath as he ate you out like a starving man. “you taste so good peach,” he groaned into your pussy.

suddenly, he started to work his fingers inside of you, stretching you out. he kept his mouth locked on your pussy as he fingered you.

“i’m close bri..” you quietly whined out. the tight feeling below your stomach started to follow, needing a release. “cum for me sweetie,” he said as he continued to suck on your clit. without needing another word, you climaxed onto his face. you gripped the sheets as you rode down from your high.

brian watched in complete awe. your skin glistened as you started to relax again. after he could tell you were alright, he fell back on top of you and started to kiss you once again. you could taste the wetness from your pussy on his lips, turning you on.

you snuck your arms around him and flipped him over. he gasped at your sudden enthusiasm, waiting for your next move.

you lowered yourself to the center of his crotch while maintaining eye contact. you tugged at his belt trying to remove it — brian saw your struggle and removed his belt along with his pants himself.

soon he was only left in his superman boxers, but that wasn’t enough. you eagerly tore off his last remaining piece of clothing until you were both bare.

soon, you were positioned over his lengthy cock. slowly - you inched in. you licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the tip. he watched with his mouth agape, moaning from the simple touch. his hands found their way to your jaw, gently holding it as you sucked his cock.

“you’re so good — so good to me..” he whimpered under his breath. you smiled, with his cock deep in your mouth. over time you slowly lowered yourself more and more taking his entire shaft into your throat. he groaned loudly as he watched his cock sink down your mouth.

salvia started pooling at the bottom of his cock, along with a couple of your tears. the feeling was overbearing, but it felt so good.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” he said as he started forcefully pushing your head up and down. you took his cock out of your mouth, and started sucking on his balls.

knowing that he was going to cum, you slid his cock back in your mouth waiting for his release. his breathing became loud as he came in your throat.

you kept eye-contact with him until he was done. removing yourself, you swallowed his cum before going back to kissing him. after regaining stamina, he wanted you on the bottom so he flipped you over, laying you on your back for the second time.

he lined himself up with your core, not breaking the long kiss. then, he slowly slid himself into you. the sudden stretch made you gasp and you tucked your head into his shoulder.

brian groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. when he could tell you were adjusted enough, he slowly slid out and then right back into your core. you gasped in pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by it all.

you moaned as he started to move, picking up the pace over time. he kissed your neck soothingly, bringing more pleasure. as his thrusts began to quicken, he wrapped his hand around your neck. he applied a little bit of pressure, not so much that it would hurt you. to his surprise - you moaned out as he started to slightly choke you.

“feels good?” he groaned in between thrusts. already being lost in the moment, you nodded your head instead of audibly speaking.

tucking your head back into his shoulder, you gently bit on his flesh to contain yourself from screaming out his name. he whimpered for you, not ashamed to show his current emotions.

brian removed his hand from your neck, placing it on your clit. the sudden erotic touch made your stomach clench. he could tell your climax was approaching, and sped up his movements. feeling you clench around him, brian unloaded his seed deep into your cunt. quickly after, you followed him.

he continued to thrust into you as you came. once his stamina ran out, he pulled out and laid next to you. your breathing slowed, and your eyesight became visible again.

he carefully grabbed you, pulling your bodies together. “you okay?” he questioned, checking in on you. “do you need me to do anything - ?”

you smiled, tilting your head to look up at him. “just hold me for a second,” you cuddled into his chest. he grinned, commanding your wish.

the silence was oddly comforting. you felt protected, and he felt loved. brian broke the silence, needing to get something off his chest. he tilted his head down to admire your face.

“you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” he grinned, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. suddenly you sat up against the headboard next to him. “you think so?” you smiled, a small giggle exiting your lips.

“yeah, i know so.” he pecked your lips, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in as close as possible. “goodnight..” you yawned into his chest while your eyes became heavy.

“goodnight my love.”

[crissiebaby]

Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“I Double Diaper Dare you to go sit in Rebecca’s lap and mess yourself while you exclaim how horny pooping your diaper makes you.”

Codi’s words echoed in Crissie’s brain as she inched her way across Jane’s office to where Rebecca and Jane were stationed. She silently cursed herself for taunting Codi so much, practically egging her on for a blushy dare. She was no chicken, though. If this is what Codi wanted her to do, then she would do it, for better or worse. Sitting next to Rebecca on the lounger sofa, she took a deep breath and said, “Umm…Miss Rebecca?”

Stroking Jane’s hair as the overworked therapist rested her head in her lap, Rebecca looked over at Crissie and gave her a warm smile. “Yes, Crissie? Did Codi decide if she wanted that change or not?” she asked, reminding Crissie of her botched scheme.

“N-Not exactly,” said Crissie, her cheeks turning red before she even said what she needed to, “Do you…mind if I sit in your lap…just for a minute or so?”

Taken aback for a second, Rebecca's warm smile shifted into one of excitement. She’d been told how quickly Crissie could ascend and descend the Little Space Tower of Terror but to see it happen in real time was something very different. And to Crissie’s credit, the entire scenario was making the avid porn writer feel smaller by the second. “Of course, you can, baby girl!” said Rebecca, tapping Jane on the head and ushering her to sit up. She then placed her hands on Crissie’s waist and lifted her onto her lap.

For Crissie, this was both a dream come true and a living nightmare. After writing about Miss Rebecca so many times, it was a bizarre and unforgivingly tantalizing prospect to be babied by such a dominating figure. At the same time, though, she knew what needed to be done if she was going to win her dare. Glancing across the room at Codi, it was obvious how much her roomie was eating up the spectacle, which only added to Crissie’s internalized humiliation. And with Crissie, when it came to ABDL humiliation, arousal was always soon to follow.

Folding her arms, Jane puffed out her bottom lip in disapproval. “Stupid Crissie, cutting into my Miwth Webecca time,” she muttered just loud enough for Crissie and Rebecca to hear. She turned her head away in a sharp huff, doing little to disguise her dissatisfaction.

Snickering at how adorably bratty Jane was acting, Rebecca stretched her arm out and pulled Jane in, giving her as big of a side hug as she was able. “Awww! You make such a cute face when you’re jealous,” she said, planting a wet kiss on Jane’s forehead, “Good thing Miss Rebecca has two arms so she can cuddle both of you.”

While Rebecca was preoccupied with showing Jane some love, Crissie geared herself up to do what she had to do. It was more than just the standard mental block that someone new to ABDL might get when trying to use their diaper for the first time. Contrary to popular belief, messing yourself in someone else’s lap is not as easy as it sounds, especially with someone you don’t really know and have fantasized about. Adding to the difficulty, she didn’t exactly have to go number two at the moment, forcing her to strain as she leaned forward just enough to lift her tailpipe up and began to push. 

Watching Crissie’s struggle from across the room, Codi was practically giddy as she attempted to block the purring vibrator in her diaper out of her mind so that she could enjoy the show. A feat that became more and more difficult thanks to the mortified faces that Crissie was making. There was just something about the way that Crissie looked when she was fully flustered that made her appear too cute for words. She really was the ultimate adult baby.

Thankfully, with Crissie occupied, Codi was able to resume her intimacy session, sneaking her hand under the waistband of her diaper again and planting her fingers against her sopping kitten. She’d already squirted enough from her previous climax to make the padding extra squishy on the back of her hand, adding to how turned-on she was. As much as watching Crissie added to how horny she was, she wished she had the room to herself so she could attack her throbbing clit from outside of her squelchy diaper; something that would be far too noisy to pull off at the present.

Letting out a soft grunt, Crissie expelled the breath of air she was holding before sucking in another giant lungful and readying herself from the second big push. Unfortunately, not even so much as a small toot came out of her rear on the first attempt. Sweat began to form on her browline as she began to worry if she’d wind up losing Double Diaper Dare for failure to complete a task instead of a simple refusal. She puffed out her cheeks and squinted her eyes, pushing with everything she had.

*PFFFFFFSPLOOOOOORT!*

“Eeeeeeep!” yelped Crissie as a sudden onslaught of gas was forced into her diaper, followed by the smallest amount of something brown and sticky. It wasn’t much but so long as there was poo in her diaper, she technically completed step one of her dare.

Codi curled her lips inward as she held back uproarious laughter. Crissie’s sudden, split-second reaction was just too priceless for her to handle. She cursed herself for not having a camera ready to immortalize such a disgraceful expression. Knowing what Crissie had to do next, she felt her heart rate steadily rise as her sexual fervor reached its boiling point.

“Hehehe, I think Crissie made a stinky,” said Jane, wiggling atop her perfectly clean diaper as she giggled at Crissie’s increasingly rosy cheeks. 

Tapping her chin playfully, Rebecca released her hold on Jane as she draped her arms around Crissie’s torso. “If my nose is to be believed, I think you might be onto something, Jane,’ she said, planting her hand on Crissie’s tummy and slowly starting to rub in soft, semi-circles, “Well, Crissie? Did you make Miss Rebecca a present in your diapee?”

Biting her bottom lip, the adult side of Crissie’s brain was slipping fast. She leaned back on the messy center of her diaper and began to bounce in Rebecca’s lap, smearing the muck all over her bottom. “I g-gets kinsa horny when I go poopy,” she stuttered, feeling dizzy as the words escaped her mouth.

Luckily for Crissie, Rebecca was there to pacify her dizziness, squeezing her tightly as she held her in her arms. “Is that so? I never would’ve guessed,” she said sarcastically, letting out a light chuckle, “I wonder then, what would happen if I did this?” Suddenly, she started to bump her thighs up and down, forcing Crissie to squash her mess even more.

“Uh oh! I think Crissie may be enjoying herself a little too much,” said Jane, giggling as she leaned forward and pressed her hand into Crissie’s diaper, eliciting a moan from the naughty author. In a way, it was very cathartic to see Crissie in such a vulnerable situation, given the extreme embarrassment that Crissie thrust upon her only half a year prior. Looking around the room, she quickly tried to come up with a way to make Crissie’s predicament extra blushy.

Lightbulb!

Hopping to her feet, Jane rushed over to her desk, causing Codi to snap to attention. She ripped her hand away from her diaper, mentally cursing Jane as she was blue-balled for the second time in under five minutes.

“Excuse me for a sec. I need to get something from my desk,” said Jane, snatching the keys from the corner of her desk and bending down to open the bottommost drawer, “Hehehe, this’ll be perf…wait…where is it?”

Instantly, Codi’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Having seen Crissie pilfer the vibrating egg from the same drawer, there was no doubt in her mind that the small pleasure toy was the item that Jane was after. Closing her eyes, she prayed to whatever Goddess might be listening for Jane not to hear the faint buzz emanating from her diaper.

“Shoot, that would’ve made Crissie go crazy. Where on Earth could it be?” stated Jane, mildly annoyed that she’d “misplaced” her vibrator. Biting down on her fingernails, she hoped she didn’t leave it in the bathroom after cleaning it. If anyone found that out in the open, she’d be done for.

“MMMMMMMMM! M-Miwth Webecca!” shrieked Crissie, causing Codi and Jane to turn their attention to the amorous scene that was unfolding. Slouching down in Rebecca’s arms, Crissie went limp as Rebecca went to town on her diaper, rubbing the soggy front against her chastity-confined slit while continuing to gyrate her hips to ensure Crissie had the messiest experience possible. Even when locked within a chastity belt, Crissie could still find a way to get off in a time of need.

Reaching the peak of the mountain, Crissie unleashed a torrent of ejaculate into her diaper; her princess parts turning into a faucet at Rebecca’s hand. Chastity or no, this was practically heaven to the touch-deprived Little whose sex had only seen the fuzzy hand of a robotic teddy bear for the past several months. No longer was she worried about how humiliating everything was. She wanted nothing more than to let Miss Rebecca have her way with her as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. By the time Rebecca let up, she was so exhausted from her broken frustration and sexual high that she passed out in a flurry of pure euphoria almost instantly.

“My goodness, she must’ve been really pent up,” joked Jane, observing as Rebecca gently laid Crissie out along the lounger, secretly wanting nothing more than to trade places with her bratty bestie. Not wanting to disrupt Crissie’s blissful nap, she kept her voice low as she said, “Hey, Rebecca, if you’re all done over there, can you help me find my vib-”

*bzzzzzzzzzz*

In the absence of noise caused by Crissie and Rebecca’s playtime, Jane’s office went silent enough for the diaper-clad therapist to make out the faintest of buzzing noises. She lifted up the document in the bottom drawer, wondering if the egg had turned on and rolled under something. However, she soon came up empty, forcing her to follow the sound to its source, which just so happened to be the front of Codi’s diaper. As the realization of what happened to her vibrator hit her, a knowing smirk grew on her face, “Hehehe, well isn’t this a surprise…”

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[rukkiya]

last christmas

(diluc x reader)

tw!!!: mentions of disordered thoughts/eating habits, fainting, reader struggles with an ED.

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You couldn’t stop the bounce of your leg as you looked around, anxiety flooding your veins. You were beyond nervous and for what? Something as simple as eating a meal?

Diluc took his apron off and cleaned his hands, getting ready to excuse himself to go and fetch you. He didn’t see you walk into the kitchen after your mothers announcement and he knows just were you might be.

As he exits the kitchen he peeks into the living room where he last saw you, to see you sitting alone on the couch. Looking as nervous as you did the day he first met you. Though, knowing the reason why your eyebrows were furrowed and you looked so nervous tore him to streads.

“It’s just one day, I can allow myself this once in a while! It’s ok!” You assure yourself, feeling absolutely stupid for having to assure yourself over something like this in the first place.

You were too lost in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Diluc call out to you. Only noticing his presence when you felt the couch dip next to you making you jump in surprise.

“My love it’s me,” Diluc’s chest rumbled softly, his hand resting on your thigh to stop the bouncing of your leg and as a form of apology for startling you.

“I called for you but it seems you didn’t hear me.” Diluc explains, hand rising to brush the hair that was covering your face.

“Ah, sorry dear.” You apologize sheepishly, sending him a closed eye smile.

“You know I can get caught up in my head sometimes.” You playfully roll your eyes and tap your forehead.

“No need to apologize,” he assures you, his rare smile gracing his lips, a dimple that is seen by so little displays itself on his cheek, the warmth of his palm making you nuzzle your face into him.

“Thank you.” You breathe out, feeling at ease suddenly, having Diluc around was enough to help quiet down the thoughts that plague your mind.

“Take your time,” He whispers, knowing just how badly this was stressing you out. “No need to rush. Just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll head in there with everyone else.” Diluc whispers as he sees the small tremble of your lower lip as you try to hide your face in his wam palm.

“Together. I’m right here. I’ll wait.” He assured you more, heart sinking more as he felt the wet tears that made their way down your face and into his palm.

He knows exactly the poisonous thoughts that plague your mind, the very thoughts that almost took you away from him, the very thoughts that just so happen to be how you both met just last year.

Archons, he doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t around. He can’t even begin to think of what it’ll be like nor does he want to even begin but he knows the day he met you was fate for sure. That somehow your condition is what led him to spending Christmas this year with your family and you, it’s what led you to him.

You truly hadn’t meant to let anyone find out about your habit.

The habit that isn’t much of a secret really since people can see the visible weight loss and tired look on your sunken face more than ever now. You knew that what you were doing to yourself would soon be the end of you, though you always pushed that thought to the back of your mind and why? Because having a body that wasn’t the “ideal” one scared you like no other. Gaining weight scares you horribly. Though you’ve well past that ideal body image and are in the range of sickly underweight you still couldn’t bring yourself to see your problem as anything other than a habit.

A habit that would soon show you just how important it is to take proper care of your body.

You had decided to make a pit stop at the tavern and take a break from shopping around the city. Your hands and legs no, you whole body was too cold to keep moving. It only made it worse that you hadn’t eaten anything proper other than your 2 cups of coffee and an apple (though in your head that was enough) you needed to stop and get something warm before your fingers froze off.

You had decided to take a walk and do some last minute shopping to avoid any comments that your relatives always throw at you. Always circulating around your weight, never how've you been or are you ok. Instead it was “you’ve put on pounds,'' or “you look sick, are you eating enough?.” You truly couldn’t please everyone huh.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the ringing thoughts and immediately feel your body warm up. The atmosphere was lively with customers and the holiday spirit always makes you feel fuzzy.

You were stopped in your tracks by a mini line at the bar. You didn’t mind waiting at all, it was only two people that Diluc had to attend to before you at least you were in a warmer environment. It was all ok now.

You repeat your usual order in your head to prepare yourself to say aloud, though Diluc always has it ready by the time you get to ordering. You were even planning on ordering something else maybe since you know it’s the holidays and festive treats in Mondstadt we’re a delicacy and though you were scared of foods you didn’t know the estimated numbers of, you knew you had to feed yourself and it had to be now as you felt your hunger cues spike uo the second you entered.

The two people in front of you made their way to their tables after ordering and your gaze landed upon Diluc who looked unamused as ever. Though you swear you saw his gaze soften just a bit maybe, you think you did, it may just be your dizzy spells who knows.

“Working the holidays too huh? Do you ever catch a break?” You joke, smiling at him as he playfully scoffs and pushes a ready to go cup of hot choco your way.

“Get it before I give it to someone else-.” He scoffs, but his sentence cuts off as his brows draw together. He gives you a questioning look confused as to why you weren’t moving from where you were standing.

His questioning look makes your own brows furrow as you look down at your legs. You had made an attempt to move forward for your drink but to no avail. Your legs didn’t listen, heck now you thought about it you couldn’t even feel them.

“Haha, you better not!” You laugh it off, though the feeling of your whole body shaking scared you more than you showed.

“It’s just really cold please give me a-“ the ground was suddenly lifting up? A glass being dropped was heard but your head was beyond heavy to look at where it came from, who dropped it? Where were you at? Why couldn’t you feel your body?

Diluc made his way around the counter, seeing you laugh it off as you hit your legs had put him on edge. Only when your body tilted forward he knew what was about to happen. The glass he was cleaning was dropped from his grasp as his arms outstretched to your falling form, catching you just before your torso had made contact with the wooden panels.

“Hey! Hey are you-“ Diluc’s voice came out a bit louder than intended making the other patrons go quiet and look at the scene before them.

“Alright people stop being nosy. Get back to your drinks before I dump ‘em all out and make you all leave early.” Charles cleared his throat, getting boo’s from his regulars only laughing off as he nodded Diluc’s way, signaling at him to take you to the back and check on you.

In an instant Diluc pulled you close to him, picking you up and swiftly slipping his way to the back.

He laid you down. Cursing to himself as he felt heavy tremors shake your body. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he had to make sure you were alright. He had noticed how you looked somewhat sickly when you walked in but opted to not comment on it as it wasn’t his business but your body was abnormally shaking.

His hand made its way to your forehead, yet he felt normal temperature making him more confused at your worrying condition. Why were you shaking so much? Why did you suddenly faint?

The tavern was warm enough for customers to remove their heavy winter coats so Diluc had decided to remove yours to check thoroughly. He felt bad for having to invade your privacy but he himself was growing more and more worried as you didn’t stop shaking.

He peeled back your coat to check your torso first, were you injured? Hurt somewhere? Why haven’t you gotten this checked out? His mind races with questions.

He didn’t dare lift your shirt only looking around to see any visible rips or holes but none came up. His hands made their way to your arms and he stopped, he held your wrist in his hand and examined it. It wasn’t that anything was wrong with it, well no it wasn’t hurt at least. But it was concerningly small. Smaller than any wrist Diluc has ever seen he felt as if he were to bend it the wrong way I’d snap. Diluc let more heat than normal emit from his body. He wanted you to stop shaking before anything.

Suddenly you felt your body jolt. Your eyes shoot open and hands extend to grab onto the nearest thing to you as you look around the unfamiliar room.

Diluc felt his breath get caught in his throat upon feeling you grab him. Your hands were freezing, beyond frozen. He needed to warm you up fast, before you actually did get sick. You slowly sat up and felt a hand gently lay on your back, making your head snap in the direction the random person was holding you from.

“Calm down,” he whispers as to not startle you further.

“It’s just me.” He assures, the blown look in your eyes making his heart rate pick up. “Don’t turn too fast, you just fainted.” Diluc calmly explains to you. He slowly inhales and exhales along with you to get your uneven breathing back to normal. He nods his head at you and you nod back, signaling you were aware of the situation now. Though Diluc’s features remained calm he was anything but that. He didn’t dare say anything but through the thin fabric of your shirt where he placed his hand on your back, he felt your rib cage bones protruding through making him nervously swallow? Did you have some sort of sickness? Why in the world were your bones so prominent?

“What- what happened?” You hold your head, looking down confused as to why you weren’t in your coat anymore.

“You came in like usual, though you didn’t move from where you were standing when I told you your drink was ready, and as you were talking you fainted.” Diluc cut it short, his mind was bombarding him with questions he knew probably wouldn’t be answered.

You only focused your gaze on where your hands had grabbed onto him earlier, his forearm was emitting heat making you feel sleepy. This is the warmest you’ve felt in so long. He felt warm. He felt nice.

“Sorry sorry!” You yank your hands back into your lap, feeling embarrassed for touching the man’s arm for too long. Oh archons he’s going to think I’m some weirdo trying to cop a feel.

Diluc only shakes his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he reaches over and takes your hand in his, placing it on his forearm once again.

“I’m too cold! It must be uncomfortable, sorry.” You try pulling back once again.

“Nonsense. Stop apologizing, you actually really need to warm up.” Diluc assured, feeling slightly embarrassed himself at how he just placed your hands back on him like nothing. He didn’t care that your touch was freezing, he just wanted to warm your hands up is all.

“Are you sick?” He questions, he can’t hold them back any longer, though you don’t know Diluc too well he has grown rather fond of your presence so having one of his loyal regulars( that he won’t admit he looks forward to seeing) getting sick on him. That wasn’t something he necessarily wanted.

“You’re funny. Yes Diluc, I’m sick. Sick and tired of so much shopping!” You throw a joke his way, his mouth set into a thin line not in the mood for any joking banter.

You awkwardly swallow, feeling dumb for trying to joke around after just fainting.

“No, I’m no-“

“Why did you faint then? What’s wrong? Are you feeling weak? Take no offense when I say this but you look so tired. Have you been sleeping properly?” He couldn’t stop them, different emotions passed on your features as he asked. First surprised because he just cut you off, then scared because of the way he was looking at you, with concerned eyes, then your nerves felt it the worst of all, what if knows? Did he see my body? My jacket is off! Can see my malnourished body? Is he Disgusted? You felt as if your brain was short circuiting. The fear of being found out was making you freak out.

Insead of responding you frantically started moving, sitting up on your wobbly legs and quickly pulling your coat over your torso, feeling exposed and disgusted at yourself.

“Yeah, overworking because of the holidays you can say! Sorry Diluc, but I have cut my visit short today to head out now, my mom told me to be back before nightfall now oh boy am I going to hear her.” You zip up the jacket, you feel your lip begin to wobble as you feel your hunger cues hit you hard once again. Begging you to give it food already.and prayed that your stomach wouldn’t let a deep growl out. You didn’t dare let your gaze meet Diluc’s again, who stared up at you with an open mouth. Trying to figure out a way to stop you from leaving.

“Stop.” Diluc whispered, standing on his feet as you turned away from him, not wanting people from the tavern to listen to your business and spread rumors about your business. You hadn’t realized your voice was slightly raised more than normal.

You felt the cool air hit you again, making you deeply inhale. It was getting hard to breathe in this small room, you needed to leave.

“Happy holidays Master Diluc, sorry for worrying you I-“

“Please y/n, stop! Just stop!” He raised his voice a bit louder, it came out as more of a plea.

Diluc slowly, stapes your direction, your shoulders rising and falling at rabid speed. His chest felt heavy.

He stretches his hands out, hesitating as he reaches for your hands to get them off the door knob.

“Breath with me. You're ok. It’s ok.” He himself sharply inhales, the last thing he wanted was to send you into a panic attack.

“My apologies. I overstepped my boundaries. I shouldn’t have pried too much, you don’t have to tell me.” He gently holds your hands, too scared to move you too fast.

“I wish I w-wasn’t like t-this.” You stutter out, and Diluc holds his breath, wanting to hear what you were saying since you were speaking so low, he almost missed it.

“I want to enjoy the holidays too.” You smile up at him and Diluc’s frown deepens. You looked utterly exhausted. How were you smiling?

“Eat normally, not caring, enjoying life as it goes on because gosh who knows how long our lifelines are! Why should I spend it worrying about what I eat!! Why?!.” You question yourself, head falling in shame. A question you’ve asked yourself so many times, never getting an answer. As to why you were letting this all out in front of him beats you. It just felt right. Your cry for help to the one person who has never judged you.

“I just want to live normally. Eat normally. Not care. Not stress. Just enjoy life is all.” You breathe out. You’ve never said any of this aloud, never talked to anyone about your disordered habits or thoughts. Never been diagnosed with a disorder but anyone can see you struggle with food just by seeing how you act nervous around it.

You felt warmth emitting around your whole body now.

Diluc was left speechless. He never took it into consideration that people he knows struggle with things as serious as disordered thoughts and eating habits and hearing you say it aloud just made all the more sense. It made your past encounters and conversations you have with him all the more clear.

Some days when you’d come in late to finish up papers for work in the tavern Diluc would serve you your regular order and sometimes throw in a pastry or some fruits he had yet he had never seen you touch any of it, always asking if a to go bag before you’d leave to take back to your family. You hid it so well but the signs were so obvious.

Diluc didn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say.

His hands only slowly pulled you closer, something he’d never do but he truly didn’t know how to convey what he was thinking into words.

His arms wrap around your frame carefully. Cradling your head and pulling you by your waist. Too scared to hurt you, you are just too vulnerable right now.

“I will stop if you say so but please let me warm you up, you’re freezing cold.” He whispered, holding still for a second just in case you wanted to push him away, but you only hid your face on his shoulder, letting your body fall forward as your hands grasped the button up he was wearing for dear life.

“When you’re ready, I will walk you back home myself.” He held you close, his own breathing calming down as he felt your skin warm up a bit more than before.

It felt strange, a man you didn’t know all too well was the first to find out about your problem, yet he’s offered you so much comfort and assurance just by listening, by asking if you were ok, and not making comments others usually would when they would see you.

“My love,” you sniffle, pulling away from his hand and kissing his palm. He only hums, looking at you with delicate eyes.

“I’m ready. Let's join them.” You nod, and both dimples are put on display for you making your eyes soften with adoration and love for the man who’s helped you so much, who’s got you back on your feet.

“There’s my y/n.” A proud wide smile makes its way onto his face. “Take your time. No rush, I'll be here until you're done.” He assured, standing up and offering his hand down to you, pulling you along with him as you both made your way into the kitchen where everyone welcomed you both with smiles and cheers. Letting his face fall on you again for. His seat next to you as you slowly but surely ease a bit, and enjoy the festive meal that was made by both your mother and him. Christmas was a Holiday you both were used to spending alone but last Christmas just so happened to be the start of your new life together, growing and healing with one another and for the first time in a long time enjoying the holidays that you once dreaded.

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authors note: hihihi! omg you December yall :D so that means christams fics to come to get into the spirit hehehe!! okok uhh sadly at the moment I’m sicky sicky rn and I can’t bring myself to revise this (◕‸◕ ) ahh I’m sorry but my head hurTs- I have no idea how this is going to do honestly lol I hope it’s good enough though! I wrote this with the worst migraine and sniffles but I was DETERMINED!! I really wanted to get this out today hehe so here it is! I hope it’s not too bad! It’s also kind of really heavy sorry about that too, but writing is a way of my venting so it does help a tad bit. Hopefully you all enjoy! Hopefully stoppid sniffles leave me alone and I hope you are all staying safe (and warm)!! (｡´ ‿｀♡) <33

[fictioninmyblood]

Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Eight

Note: I apologize for how long it has been since I’ve updated this fic or any of my fics (If anybody is even reading this). Thank you for your patience. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: language/smut, 18+, angst

umfana wam omncinane - my little warrior

sithandwa sam - my love

Omncinci - little one

onye ndu ya - his soulmate

obere eze nwanyi - little queen

umphefumulo wami - my soul

A/N: some words are zulu, others are igbo.

Previous Chapter

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

If there is one thing Elinora knew she would never be able to doubt after this day - it was that no other person could evoke the concurrent silence of the world and resonance of her innermost desires like M’Baku. That man could open boxes that had been buried in different dimensions and lock up the ones she kept open with just a fucking whisper of a touch and it was driving Nora wild. She had to draw on years of practiced control to contain the tsunami he was creating. Watching M’Baku expertly throw axes and knives for an entire day gave her no choice but to acknowledge this, even if she only admitted it to herself. 

He made it difficult to keep denying her feelings every time he wrapped his body around hers to show her how to properly position her body to aim and throw. Every graze of his fingers, skin, or lips tossed her entire being beneath a drowning wave of surrender that was wailing for her to give into the effects he was eliciting. His fiery gaze that maintained eye contact with her as much as possible and the endless teasing! His clear goal of showing her how natural it would be to accept this swift and solid connection was becoming too much. It was hard to remember why it was bad for her to give in.

If he did one more thing that drew her gaze and made her thirst for something that water couldn’t quench, licked and smirked those angelic lips, and told her, “eyes on the lesson umfana wam omncinane, we want to keep you safe,” she might combust from the volcanic eruption he was stirring.

It took every ounce of remaining energy she had not to cave under his smoldering stares that held the depth of his desires which he seemed to be emanating tenfold. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was doing it on purpose. If she did know better, she would know without a shadow of a doubt that he was. This was a man in tune with nature, his nature to be exact, and he knew what he wanted. What he needed.

Her.

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M’Baku was determined to break down her defenses. From his time learning and meditating with spiritual advisors, he had learned the power of spirit, thought, and emotions, slowly mastering them over the last decade and change. From those teachings coupled with that he got from his baba and grandbaba, the former chiefs, he knew that mind, body, and soul were three parts of a whole, just like a king, his queen, and their seed. She was his queen, his anchor to the infinite possibilities the universe has to offer him, the half of his heart that he not only desired but genuinely needed. So he was not letting her go, in fact he planned on using his entire life experience to pass this test which he knew would determine the fate of the rest of his life.

He recognized and used her yearning for skin-to-skin contact to his advantage and thought of nothing, but having her completely in every way. He manifested their every possibility. Every kiss, every embrace, every fruit that could and would bear from the tree of their love and interconnectedness. He painted vivid pictures in his mind of their union and let it wash over him as they interacted. It brought back the feeling of Hanuman taking the reigns, but the more skittish Nora became, the more he realized it was probably best he continue to let Hanuman guide his actions, no matter how afraid he was of losing control. M’Baku knew that he and his god would walk on burning coals before either intentionally hurt Nora.

Anytime he was demonstrating for her, he would softly tell her to stand back a little out of the way, “just in case, sithwanda sam,” and then with all of his pent up sexual aggression he hit the bullseye with a resounding thump. For the life of him, he could not help but picture how she'd look taking him slow and deep with the way her chest jumped with a hitch in her breath. That’s exactly how he wanted to have her gasping for breath when she was taking all of him, like her body was too enraptured in the moment to remember the rhythm of her breath.

When it was time to physically move her into understanding how to better maneuver her throws he would do his best to wrap himself around her without resting all the way against her like he wanted. To get the results he needed without crossing the new boundary he had set for himself, he rested one hand on her waist and grabbed her wrist with the other to rest arm against arm with her to maneuver her body into the perfect movement. And just when she would stop holding her breath and let out a sigh of relief at him just showing her to throw better, he’d get real close to her ear, a hair’s breathe from her neck, and softly say, “juuuuussst like that omcinci.”

He had to be careful with that though cause the little noises it would elicit from her had him damn near weeping in his briefs. Every. Damn. Time. His obere eze nwanyi had the biggest depth for passion he’d ever seen, in all things. He saw how she trained, determined to be able to protect her new team as much as they did her. Not to mention her cooking showed just how endless her ocean of love reached. She thought she was hiding the depth of all that encompasses who she is, but to him, every layer was his to thoroughly examine. So, he was determined to mine the caverns of her heart, convinced there would never be a nobler pursuit in his lifetime.

She needed to admit to herself first and then him what they were, soulmates. That she was his in every manner of the word, onye ndu ya. Not to own, but to protect, to love, to honor, to respect, to battle the world so she could walk on roses. Either they knew each other from the ancestral plane or a past life or something, regardless she was his and he was hers. She just had to say it out loud. Then and only then would he sit her on her rightful throne. 

Him.

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After he could tell she was way past her breaking point, he called the end of their session. It was for the best cause he had also been pushed past his own limits and she looked a little beat and definitely uncomfortable. He could deduce from the most seductive aroma that has recently become his favorite drug and her pointed nipples despite their sweating that she was embarrassed and horny. He had her right where he wanted her and was going to take this time to seize the opportunity.

Nora was indeed horny and embarassed about being so fucking turned on from one training session. He was stern and teasing at the same time which had given her brain and body whiplash. One second scolding her for not listening to his instruction properly, with a ‘I know you can do much better than that omcinci,’ and the next just shy of wrapping himself around her and whispering his instructions to her as if they were making love. She was never going to forget the lesson and with a new fire inducing memory to add to the flames it was her stubborn brain that made her next decision.

Once she was showered and redressed, Nora found her way to what could easily be considered her favorite place on the whole compound, the swimming area. More like a complete gymnasium with a standard olympic pool, several jacuzzis, and a heated saltwater infinity pool, separate from the basketball court, work out rooms, saunas, tennis courts, and volleyball courts. When she first got here, she had to do her best not to geek out when Sam showed it to her. He had made a joke about him barely using the pools only the jacuzzis cause you know, he was black, so she hadn’t been sure whether he would judge her for basically being a fish. 

Imagine her surprise when he accosted her with puppy eyes talking about, “why didn’t you tell me? I thought you was gonna be like the little sister I always wanted and I find out you’re closer to Buckwad!”

It had actually been her intention to get to know the black Avengers first, mainly Sam since he was the only one on the compound really, but Bucky was one of the few people that caught her just existing without all of her usual emotional and mental masks and safeguards, having either a similar sleep pattern to her or none at all. The dude just appeared everywhere all the time. Fortunately unfortunately it kind of forced her to open up a little quicker than she had wanted to with certain things. She was glad cause it seemed like out of everyone there, no matter how nice they seemed, he understood most and empathized with what she was going through besides Wanda.

Everyone there had Bucky to thank for what they did know about her, especially things about loving to swim and being pretty awesome at it too. Now M’Baku was another thankful knower of all things Elinora, having ran into him after his own shower and asking for more information he could use to his advantage. He seriously owed the infamous white wolf several big favors for all of his help getting closer to his Nora.

“Her go to when she’s full of emotion that she’s afraid to let out is the swimming pools, especially the infinity pool.” Once again, Bucky’s advice couldn’t have been more spot on. He leaned against the entrance and watched her float in the center of the pool, staring up through the glass ceiling at the stars that were clearly visible thanks to the specialty lighting all throughout the compound.

When she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dived backwards into the depths of the pool he made his way into the private area, placing his things next to hers on a nearby bench. She was slowly making her way back to the surface and opposite end of where she started, at the steps. He watched and walked with her, meeting her at the steps entrance when she surfaced all the way, letting her fall right into his embrace.

Nora was letting the deafening silence of the water soothe the turmoil and discord this connection to M’Baku mustered up. Yes, she was horny around him and wanted to let him ravage her in every manner of the word, but past the carnal desires and raging hormones, she was terrified. She could imagine herself crying into his chest, being soothed by his words, resting in his embrace, and creating a life of love and laughter. But life taught her early on that when it came to being loved in return, no matter how much she anticipated someone’s needs or gave them her love and attention and care, she was disposable. In fact, she had become certain that she was only meant to love others, never to really receive love in the way she so freely and deeply gave it. Wasn’t that why she was the strongest empath around?

She’d come to let the pressure of the water push her doubt and yearning back down into her pandora’s box. No matter how much it seemed this was one of those fairytale endings, Nora was convinced that this was just another trick to get her to lower her defenses and willingly give her heart over to be pulverized. ‘Fool me once shame on you, and I shan’t be fooled again,’ she thought. She swam back towards the steps staying under as long as possible so she could come up gasping. There was this unmatched feeling she loved that came with pushing herself past her physical limits and having to catch her breathe again.

The towering presence she basically swam into refilled her toe to head with that anxious yearning feeling she’d just pushed down. Right into the arms she desperately wanted to relax into and run from, unable to exert any real energy towards either decision since she was trying to catch the breath she just was so excited to lose. Trapped. Exactly where she didn’t want to be and he knew she needed to be.

“Hello sithandwa sam, I was just praying to Hanuman that I be granted with a chance to catch a bit of your time and attention outside of work and look…” he had her wrapped up in his arms so quick and with a gentle squeeze, pulled her impossibly closer, “I literally caught you!” 

Nora was practically vibrating from the rumble of his words as they traveled from his chest to hers and left the livewire feeling she was suddenly encompassed with. Paired with his mischievous grin that held the map to her future she was weak-kneed and panty soaked. This man was here to burn down anything in his way and like a lightening bolt he struck again and again.

M’Baku reached down to grasp Nora by her thighs right where her ass met them and wrapped her legs around him, easing them into a sitting position halfway in the water.

“What are you do-?” M’Baku silenced her question by grasping the nape of her neck and softly drawing her further into his spell. He kissed her sweetly and slowly, memorizing the curve of her lips and the sounds certain actions produced.

Like when he’d pull back to softly suck on her bottom lip, she did this little pant and whine with a small wiggle combo. When he’d lighten the pressure to lay the softest pecks on the corners of her lips, one after another, and she’d try to pull him closer, practically begging for more. Or when he tongued her down and she couldn’t help but moan and scoot in his lap, trying to get closer, holding him like a boa constrictor, allowing him to adjust his grasp on her to that of her cloud-like soft cheeks. His favorite part of kissing her though? When she’d let her true desires take control, gripping his copper curls and carrying out her own assault on his bottom lip. They spent what felt like an eternity exploring each other’s lips and responses.

When M’Baku finally leaned back, giving them a reprieve to help catch their breaths, Nora was deep in the Jabari Chief’s haze. Eyes glazed over, lips parted as if to ask for another kiss, fingers mindlessly playing with the curls at the base of his neck, Elinora was in bliss. There wasn’t any thought of her traumatic past or fear of the hope she had for a future with M’baku, just the moment. A pause in her day that was full of all the peace and serenity she’d been praying for these last two decades.

M’Baku hated to break her out of the peaceful fog, but knew it was vital they communicate with more than their spirits. Still wanting to savor the moment, he brushed a stray curl that’d escaped from her messy bun, cupping her face in his hand so that he could tilt it, exposing more of her neck. After a few moments savoring the beauty of such an angelic face, he marked her soul some more. Planting kiss after kiss along her collarbone, up her neck and face, making sure to drag his lips across her jawline and behind her ear before working his way over her cheekbone and resting his lips against her closed eyelid. Satisfied, he switched his hold on her face from one hand to the other so he could repeat his actions on her other side.

After he’d deemed his work momentarily complete, he’d grasped the nape of her neck with both hands, slowly massaging the underside of her face where her jaw met her neck.

“Sithwanda sam? My love?” M’Baku used a little more pressure when all he got in response was a nonsensical moan. “Omncinci, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Mmmmdontwanna,” she mumbled back.

Keeping one hand on her nape, M’Baku used his other hand to cup her ass again, squeezing both firmly. “Open them now or I’ll make you.”

Nora whined, but she complied, peeling her eyelids back open despite feeling like they had been glued shut.

M’Baku placed the hand that was on her face to the small of her back, softly stroking it with just his thumb as he spoke.

“Can you see how much we’ve been pulled towards each other? Ever since I laid eyes on you, hell, even since I stepped foot on this compound, I’ve felt this energy drawing me to you and I know you feel it too. I can literally feel how much more intense it is for you than me, so don’t lie to me. Don’t let another untrue word cross your lips when we both have known since day 1 that as far as this universe is concerned, you are bound to me and I to you. I am doing my best to be patient my love, but it is not in my nature, especially when the answer is so clear, when our connection is so clear.”

Nora pulled her hands from his neck and placed them in their laps, breaking her gaze from M’Baku to look at them as she fiddled.

“Sithwanda sam?”

“Hmm?” she hummed back, not willing to speak past the growing lump in her throat and the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

M’Baku used a forefinger to lift her gaze back to his.

“Oh sithwanda sam, tell me who hurt you so deep. Tell me who I must kill in order to give you your smile back.”

Nora lowered her gaze again shaking her head as a few rogue tears slipped past her closed lids, doing her best to sniffle quietly as she ever so faintly said, “I already killed them. It’s how I found out about my powers.”

M’Baku grasped her face in both hands, lifting it for him to place gentle kisses over her lids, down her cheeks over her tears, and a few pecks to her lips. “Let me love the pain away. Please omcinci.”

Nora shook her head again, pressing her lips into a thin line and trying to remove herself from M’Baku’s hold, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Elinora,” his voice boomed with his determination.

She whimpered.

“Please umphefumulo wami. Please, please please please please please please, please,” he begged and he kissed her over and over.

“Let me try, let me prove that my love is capable of wiping this despair away,” he said as he gazed in her eyes.

By now Nora couldnt stop her tears from flowing freely and that last statement tore a sob from her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nodded once, and let the decades of loneliness and deep anguish out.

M’Baku held her for what felt like an eternity, holding her close and stroking her back as she calmed back down. Even after she stopped crying he continued to hold and caress her, showing her better than he could tell her that he would always be there for her. 

She would always be able to find comfort and solace in his arms.

Chapter 9

[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 7

SugarDaddy!M'Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: M’Baku takes you on a 2-week excursion to St. Lucia and feelings boil over.

Words: 4600+

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst 18+ only

Author’s Note: Sorry, I know it’s a long one. Let me know what you think!

Suggested Listening: Something Different by Adekunle Gold, Can’t Anymore by Shenseea, Indélébile by Yseult

Translations: uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa (my goddess, you’re amazing), sthandwa (my love), umntu (person), iyinto yam yonke (you are my everything), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life)

Chapter 7

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

M’Baku walked into the loft silently and placed his bag down by the door. The setting sun peered through the curtains on the windows and illuminated the dim room. His eyes closed and he let out a long sigh. This weight of emotion he had been carrying finally rolled off his shoulders as he opened his eyes and took in the surroundings of his second home. After a harrowing time in Jabariland, he only sought your comfort. On the flight over, he found himself anxious to get to you. Wanting, needing to have you in his arms; to hear the melodic tone of your voice as you speak. Finding solace in your being was something he had become accustomed to. But now, it was all he craved. It seemed that being away from you for even a day was too much after the two months he spent trying to instill a sense of security in his people after the coup. He wanted so desperately to make up for the lost time between you, but that was a power M’Baku knew he could never possess. 

The kitchen and living room were empty but he knew exactly where you’d be at this time. If there was one thing he had learned over the past six months he had known you, it was that you rose with the sun. And surely he’d find you behind a canvas as you always were. M’Baku followed the sounds of soft music dancing through the air and stopped just short of the source. He rested his towering frame against the doorframe of your art room when he saw you working, still in your pajamas. Not wanting to be a distraction, he watched you for a moment as you moved your hand up and down the canvas in a circular motion. Fragments of gold flew away with each movement; streaks of sunlight catching each piece and reflecting its light onto the walls. The cowrie shells in your braids clicked and clacked against one another as they sway across your back; this moment in time was one that he would cherish till the end of his days.

“Uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see the gentle giant smiling at you, his cute little gap on display. Rubbing your hands together to rid them of the excess gold flakes, you stood up and walked over to hug his waist. 

“I missed you,” you muttered into his chest. He rubbed your back and chuckled.

“I told you I’d return in a day's time, sthandwa. Show me what you’ve made.” 

Leading him by his hand, you positioned him in front of the canvas resting on your easel. A twilight-skinned woman with stars for freckles held her palms together over her chest and golden adornments sat upon her chest and wrists; a golden halo surrounded her. It was your first commission and it felt so good to finally be done with it. You watched as M’Baku’s hand traced the edges of the painting slowly. 

“You’re torturing me, Emby. Tell me what you think.”

“I think..,” M’Baku trailed off. “I think I must have it.”

“What? No, this is a commission that someone paid for! You can’t just have it,” you chuckled as his face turned from wonder to annoyance. 

“Nonsense. How much did this umntu pay you? I have $10,000 American dollars in my bag, surely that will be suitable!” You couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that was spilling out of you. You were aware that M’Baku was as serious as could be but his face when you told him ‘no’ was priceless. Giggles echoed through the room and you could tell he was taking none of your shit. 

“I can’t, daddy. But I will make a painting just for you. Wait, why do you have so much cash on your person?” The question came out as a shout and he shook his head at you, waving off your concerns.

“We have a flight soon. Are you packed?”

“Yes, my bags are on the bed,” you noted, picking up a drop sheet, “Can I ask where we’re going?”  

“Of course. We are going to St. Lucia for two weeks,” he smiled, holding the other end of the drop sheet and helping you cover your masterpiece. He laughed when your face lit up at the mention of the destination. Your excitement always pleased him.

“Two whole weeks? Someone must miss me.” 

“I don’t know what you speak of, Oshun.” He shrugged his shoulders and you chuckled, lightly hitting his thick abdomen. 

“You play too much.”

“Come. Knowing you, you most likely ran to this room at first light rather than having any sustenance. I will make us something to carry us through the journey,” he muttered, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“You’re always trying to feed me. ‘Baku, you don’t have to-”

“Hush. Let me care for you.” M’Baku’s hands squeezed your shoulders gently and he leaned down to press a kiss onto your temple. You could only smile as words left your mind and you followed him to the kitchen. 

Kalinago Beach, St. Lucia, Caribbean

The island was lush with mountainous greenery and the sweet sounds of technicolored birds speaking to each other in the trees. It was the most beautiful place you had seen and also the hottest. The sweltering heat made you thankful for the protective style you asked Meg to put in last week. But the view of the Kalinago Beach resort made you forget the heat as you walked hand in hand with M’Baku. The resort was nestled between the two towering dormant volcanoes and had clear, crystal-blue waves crashing upon the private beach. 

This resort had been at the top of your list for a long time. It was the only resort in St. Lucia that was owned by descendants of the slaves that worked on the sugar plantation that stood here years ago. When you first told M’Baku you wanted to go there, you made it known that you only wanted him to spend money at Black Saint Lucian-owned places. St. Lucia’s history was tainted with France’s colonial bullshit, but you still wanted to see it. You were eager to see everything the island had to offer. Where would you go first? Embark on the Chocolate Heritage Tour? Experience the Diamond Falls? Maybe visit the bird sanctuary? You couldn’t make up your mind but before you could do anything, you’d need to rid yourself of your luggage. 

Once you stepped onto the checkered floor of the lobby, M’Baku instructed you to sit whilst he checked in. You sat under a palm leaf-shaped fan and your eyes wandered until you caught sight of a gift shop in the corner. The trinkets and oddities that filled the windows piqued your interest and yet, you did not leave your seat. After all, he did tell you to rest. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. Your room isn’t ready yet. We weren’t expecting you for another hour or so.” 

“Hmm, are there no other rooms available?” 

The woman’s thick accent was all you knew of her as M’Baku’s height was blocking any view of her. You shifted in your seat and fully turned your body to peek into the shop. A film camera sat in the window and felt that familiar tingle of inspiration calling you to it. It was a new medium but you’d welcome the challenge. You turned back to see that M’Baku was still preoccupied.

“We have a couple of beach bungalows available but they are expensi-” 

“Money is no object. How quickly can you have our things moved there?” You shook your head in amusement at M’Baku’s antics with the check-in clerk. How he came into such money was a question that never left your mind, but you wouldn’t dare ask him. Why ruin a good thing?

You stood from your seat and as your curiosity got the best of you, you waltzed over into the gift shop. Name keychains, sunglasses, and chocolate bars filled the stands of the shop. But only one vintage camera sat on the checkout stand. Making quick about asking your questions, you decided to purchase it. There were so many ideas you wanted to fulfill through the lens of this camera and you couldn’t wait to use up all of the film the gift shop could sell you. Just as you began to pull out your card to pay, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your whole body froze up when you heard his voice. 

“I was just paying for-”

“Paying for what,” M’Baku grunted, pulling cash out of his pocket, “I will not have it. Surely you know better than that.” 

He handed the clerk the money and squeezed your hips and belly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully but relished in his touch. 

“Newlyweds? We get a lot of them here,” the clerk cleared his throat, securing the camera in wrapping paper before putting it in the bag. 

“Something like that,” M’Baku answered, smiling down at you as he grabbed the bag. You couldn’t help the grin at his infectious smile. 

The Beach Bungalow

This is luxury. That was all you could think of while the ‘lifestyle assistant’, Georgie, assigned to your bungalow guided you and M’Baku to your home for the next two weeks. The walkway was shaded by towering greenery with peaks of light and small glimpses of the pitons peeking through. The bungalow was slightly secluded and right on the beach, with a wading pool on the side and a sitting patio around back. The hushed tones of the crashing waves could be heard from your front door and you wondered how you would be able to leave once your baecation was over. 

“Here are your door keys. Should you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact me. You can reach me from the bungalow’s iPad.” You whispered a thank you and walked into the living room while M’Baku helped bring in the luggage.

You placed your sandals in the corner of the foyer and set off to explore your new digs. The dark wooden floors were cool beneath your feet and set a stark contrast to the white walls of the residence. The same palm leaf fans from the lobby made an appearance in the living room and hall. Pictures of modern art lined the walls. The decor was simple but beautiful. 

Once you opened the door to the primary bedroom, you found it littered with gifts. Christian Louboutin boxes on the floor and the easily recognizable blue coloring of the Tiffany boxes on the bed. Stunned, you walked over and swiped your hand over the bows, feeling the ribbons against your palm. A pop of red caught your eye and you turned to see giant bouquets of red roses on the dresser. You stood in awe, holding your hands to your cheeks. You had never seen so many gifts at once. Thoughts of whether or not you deserved all these gifts flashed in your mind and you shooed them away, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Doubt would not get the best of you now. You wanted to savor this moment of pure bliss. 

“That look on your face is one I will keep with me for my darkest days,” M’Baku cooed, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Emby, there’s so much. Why all the gifts?” 

“I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me, enhle. But if you don’t want the gifts…” He trailed off, chuckling at the look on your face.

“You know I want them!” 

“Then open one so that I can put this old tech to good use.” 

You shook your head at him as he unwrapped your film camera. You chose a large Tiffany gift bag and flung the tissue paper out of the way. Underneath all the wrapping sat a pink leather crossbody bag with a heart pendant. ‘Please Return To Tiffany & Co. New York’ was written on the front and a silver chain hung below it. Your eyes widened at the sight of it and you heard a click of the camera. 

“Open another one!” 

You and M’Baku had spent an entire week exploring the island. He had created an all-encompassing itinerary full of adventurous activities that absolutely wore you out. Just today, you toured a reclaimed chocolate plantation and saw the most majestic waterfalls. You got into the water at your own pace as you had yet to learn how to even doggy-paddle. But M’Baku was slowly teaching you to swim and though you were a difficult student, he insisted to help you overcome the feat and finally learn. And who were you to say no? You loved being in his strong, burly arms and would jump at the chance to be in them once again. 

With every outing came the heat of the island. And the heat always resulted in M’Baku shedding layers to keep cool in the sun. It took everything in you to not want to run your hands up and down his sweat-glistened chest on your hike this morning. Or when you visited the cacao factory and watched him rip open a cacao pod with his bare hands, his biceps flexing and catching the attention of other women on the tour. Audible gasps sounded as another group thirsted over him, but you couldn’t care less. The lewd sounds he made when he sucked the flesh off of the seeds made your insides writhe and you swore that you could have creamed your shorts right then and there. But M’Baku, being the ever-observant man he was, immediately saw your body language and knew where your mind was; your thighs clasped together, biting your bottom lip and wringing out your hands. He knew exactly what was going on in that pretty little head of yours and had lectured you about ‘undressing him with your eyes’. Being a good sugar baby, you listened and nodded your head in agreeance. Yet, that didn’t stop you from ogling his 6’5 frame for the rest of the afternoon; hell, most of the photos you had taken on your new film camera were of him. Or of you on top of him.

That night, you and M’Baku had dinner plans at a Saint Lucian restaurant called Montie’s. The beautiful eatery sat on the beach covered with palm fronds. When you walked up, a live band was performing on the open-air deck. The sounds of steel drums and rich tones of singing swam through the tables of people and your body couldn’t help but dance to the beat as the two of you walked hand in hand to your table. He pulled out your chair before taking his own and ordered drinks for the table. You clapped along with the rest of the patrons once the band finished their song and the waiter left to grab your refreshments. Turning your attention back to M’Baku, you caught him staring at you. Your face started to heat up under his gaze and you looked down at your hands, smiling. 

“What are you staring at ‘Baku?”

“I’m simply admiring the beauty on this island, thixokazi wam. Are you enjoying our time here?” 

You nodded, sighing in contentment. He pulled a red Cartier box out of his pocket and placed it on the table. 

“I have also enjoyed my time with you, Oshun,” he said, sliding the box to you, “you have truly filled my days with joy. Please, open it.”

Opening the box with slightly shaky hands, you found a small gold cowrie shell on a thin chain. The shells that were in your hair. You gently lifted it and watched it turn and shine in the light as it dangled. M’Baku stood from his seat to come behind you. After handing him the necklace, you lifted your hair to aid his view and he placed the chain around your neck; securing the clasp. His hands lingered at the nape of your neck before returning your shell-adorned braids to their original resting place. Your hand shot to your chest and felt the cold metal shell that had made its new home there. Now it was your turn to stare at him in wonderment as he returned to his seat. 

His smile lit up the room and for a moment, you felt as if the two of you were the only people in the world. The lights were bright but nothing could shine as he did. You had met M’Baku during your search for inspiration and understanding. But you had found so much more. He had become your muse in such a short span of time and in some ways, you became his. Somehow, this man sitting before you, that you barely knew, had stolen your heart; and you could only wonder if you had stolen his in return. Was his tenderness and affection a ploy of the contract that now guided your life? Or could it be something more? You desperately wanted it to be something more and prayed to someone, anyone, that Shellee wasn’t right. It wasn’t the trips, the gifts, or the allowance that kept you in his grasp. It was him. And as M’Baku sat there, smugly smiling, knowing he had you; you wanted him too. 

The waiter placing your chocolate martini in front of you brought you back to the present. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you wiped the singular tear that hadn’t noticed fall. 

“Did you not like it? Are you alright,” M’Baku questioned with worry overtaking his face. Leaning forward, you held his hand from across the table.

“No, I love it. I’m more than alright. This is- everything is perfect.” 

After showering, all M’Baku mentioned was that all he wanted to do was rest after dinner. But you had other things in mind. 

You laid on the couch in your sleep dress with your head on M’Baku’s lap while he got lost in a book. Brown Sugar played on the tv but you found it hard to pay attention to the movie. His hand was rubbing your belly incessantly as he delved more into his story and you could only think about his hand being somewhere else. Shifting underneath his hand, you watched to see if he would somehow read your mind and do as you pleased. And still, his attention stayed on his book. With a small sigh, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Pulling his hand away from your stomach, you placed it on your chest, peering up at him to see how he’d respond. He offered you a quick glance before kneading your breast through the fabric. His book could not cover his smirk when he felt your nipple hard underneath his touch. But you needed more. 

You sat up with a huff and scooched back until you were seated in his lap. Pecking his lips, you trailed kisses down to his neck, softly biting and nipping at the sensitive area. A content hum left his lips as he continued to read, trying to ignore the uncomfortable strain against his pants as he hardened beneath you. Not letting up from his neck, you moved his free hand underneath your dress and pressed his hand onto your pussy. Desperation overtook your movements as you quickly spread your lips. He felt how wet you were and quickly moved his digits around your clit. 

“You just won’t leave me be will you?” M’Baku chuckled as you moaned ‘no’ and placed his book down. He held you close to his chest and you rested your cheek against his. 

“I know exactly what you need, sthandwa.”

He shoved three fingers into your soaking entrance and covered your moans with his lips. His kiss was intoxicating and you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for him to grant you access. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he pressed his thumb against your clit and you threw your head back in ecstasy. The action threw your body into hyper drive and you could feel your stomach tightening; steadily building a climax...

“Fuuuuuck, ‘Baku, please,” you whimpered. You were practically begging for release as his fingers fucked you dumb. The only thing that existed in your brain at this moment was the man beneath you, whispering praises into your ear. 

“Iyinto yam yonke. Ndiyakuthanda.” 

The more he spoke to you in his native tongue, the closer you were. His words felt like a spell he had cast to excise this vivacious coil tightening deep within you; to pleasure you beyond belief. And he was determined to help you release. 

He held you firmly as he felt your body seize up. One more stroke of his fingers and you were squirting into his hand. The build-up from all the exchanged lustful gazes and loving caresses of the trip was spilling out of you in waves. As your breathing slowed, you watched  M’Baku slide his fingers out of you and place them into his mouth, licking the taste of you off of his digits. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again and again.

“M’Baku,” you moaned, dragging out the last syllable in his name. He hooked his arm underneath your knees and stood, effortlessly carrying you as he walked towards the bedroom of the bungalow. 

“Keep moaning my name like that and we won’t leave this room for the rest of the week.” 

“I never get to see stars like this,” you whispered, leaning back into your patio chair; shimmering lights dancing across your vision. 

The sky was a black canvas and the stars were glittering against it like it was their last chance. M’Baku only hummed in accordance. He had been oddly quiet since you two had finished a third round in the primary room. It was out of character for him and you did your best to lighten the mood. 

“You talk to me in your mother tongue a lot. I can’t always remember the words but I remember some. What does ‘izo-kazi wam’ mean?”

M’Baku chuckled and you felt a tinge of embarrassment hearing the words come out of your mouth. You were sure you just butchered the hell out of whatever you just said.

“Thixokazi wam,” he corrected, moving his chair closer to yours, “means ‘my goddess’. And that is what you are to me, a goddess.” A blush made its way to your face and now you were even more curious.

“What about sthandwa, does it mean like baby or something?”

“It means ‘my love’.” He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it, sending a chill through your body.

“Okay, one more. On the couch earlier, you said something, I know this going to sound horrible. Uh, ndi-ya-ku-thanda?” 

M’Baku turned his whole body toward you and sat there with his mouth agape before closing and opening once more; had you butchered it that badly?

“It means ‘I love you’, Oshun.” 

Your heart skipped a couple of beats as it sounded loudly in your ears. Looking at the man next to you, you sat there in bewilderment. He took your hand into his and brought it up to his face, placing the sweetest kiss over your knuckles. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you watched him intently. 

“M’Baku…” 

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done, sthandwa. I love you with all my being. Please, omncinci, please tell me you love me as well.” 

Standing from your chair you watched as he held his arms out to you, welcoming you in. You fell into him and took what felt like your first breath in months. The shoulder of his shirt was soon becoming soaked from your endless tears but you couldn’t help it. The light of your life just professed his love to you and was awaiting a response. 

“I love you too! I was so afraid to tell you,” you sighed into him. M’Baku rubbed large circles into your back, soothing your soft cries.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how you feel. I want to know your thoughts, always.” 

You sat like that for a few minutes. Wrapped in the embrace of a man that had fallen in love with you, under the stars on an island that you could never have imagined you would be able to visit. 

“Wait, so what happens to the contract? It’s done, right? Are you moving in full-time?” Your excited questions were met with silence and you sat up to look at his face; to search for answers in his eyes when his mouth had yet to answer. 

“The contract would have to be in place for as long as you would have me. With my company, in my home country, I cannot commit to a relationship because of it. But, enhle, when I saw you for the first time I knew that I needed you in my life which is why I pursued the contract,” M’Baku trailed off, watching you stand from his lap. 

“But why does your company have anything to do with us? That doesn’t make sense, what aren’t you telling me,” you questioned in confusion. 

“This is all I can give. I could not… I cannot give you the loving relationship you desire. The one you deserve. It cannot be enough.” 

You held his large face in your hands and wiped away the tear that had escaped from his eye. 

“It will, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Everything will be okay. We can just keep the contract.” Your words spilled out in nervous haste as the tears began to stream again. M’Baku brought his hands to hold yours. 

“Ukukhanya kobomi bam, how long will it be enough?” 

You couldn’t answer. You didn’t know how long this contract would be enough to satisfy you after the confession he’d just made. How could he expect you to respond? You could lie to yourself. But after looking into his eyes once more, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. 

“Do not rush yourself. We can speak more about this in the morning. Come.” 

The next morning, M’Baku stirred awake and felt around the bed for you, wanting to pull you in close and lull himself back to sleep. But when he couldn’t find you by touch, he opened his eyes to find an empty side of the bed. He sat up slowly, stretching his wide arms with a yawn. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he slipped on his shorts and got up to find you. 

After checking every inch of the bungalow, he looked out past the porch and saw you sitting near the soft waves of the beach. He walked over and sat down in the sand next to you silently, not wanting to disturb your thoughts. You immediately reached for his hand and he intertwined his large hand with yours. 

“I think you’re right,” you whisper with a quivering voice, “I think I deserve something more. I didn’t want you to be right.” 

Wrapping his arm around you, M’Baku pulled you closer, allowing you to cry into him. He recognized that this may be the last time he gets to hold you; there was so much he wanted to say, but he settled on silence. Words could not change the outcome. Not this time.

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[lifeisapitch15]

Gara aga, Ugbu a, N'ọdịnihu.(Past, present, future.)

Pairing: M’Baku x OC

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None. Yet.

Summary: Kya finds her self at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunately, M’Baku finds her before the avengers do.

A/N: This part was so long, I’m putting the smut the next chapter! The was the longest chapter I’ve done so far.

Truth

I drink it fully. “Three weeks?! I said loudly. I need to go back to my family. Three weeks…

“Where did you come from? I won’t ask again.” He said sternly, taking a sip. Should I tell him? No, think of a lie! Quick!

“I was in near the border tribe aaaaanndd they saw me as a threat.” Good lie!

“Were you?” He questioned

“Was I what?” I laughed thinking about how silly the question was.

“A threat?” His dropped, deadly serious.

I’m frozen. Again. He's buttering me up. The wind changes. Harshly. I have to calm down. The snow picks up and fast. Breathe. He looks up confused. My fight or flight response is making my powers act up. I know it’s protecting me but it is the worst timing.

“Guards!!” My head snaps up. “Take the prisoner to her cell.” I’m…….. I wasn’t expecting that.

“I thought this was my cell?” The storm rages louder, making me yell. He lets out a hearty laugh.

“You are funny!” He doesn’t need to yell. His bassy voice cuts through a blizzard. Impressive. I get put by my arms out of the soft bed.

“Wait!” He stops the guards. He gets up and kneels towards me. “You will tell me everything. No more lies! Or I will deal with you myself.” Exciting.he looks up to the guard. “No food until she talks. Now go! Lock everything up, tie everything down. Now!” He shouts picking numerous household items that had fallen over. The guards put me on my feet. The walk wasn’t that much farther and they pushed me in. Brutes. I love a challenge. This will be easy.

Day 14.

I’m so damn hungry!!

The storm continued dying down a bit since I was too weak and M’Baku was getting fed up but he still visited me everyday. So far all I told them is that my name is Kya Monroe. It’s part of my first name and my grandmother’s last name. I’m weak but willing to do whatever it takes to not blow my cover.

“Prisoner!!” A guard woke me up with a yell. Asshole. “Get ready!the king is coming to see you.” he laughed looking at me pitifully. “ukwi-streak” a guard rolling his eyes. “Ziphelile iveki ezimbini engasathethi!” The guard right next to him said frustrated.

“Ndizothetha xa ndifuna ukuthetha.” I said towards them, hopefully try to humiliate them. Shame fills they’re faces as they look away.

“Malyefa!” Followed by an “ yah hu hu” as it echoed through the cells. It continued as M’Baku and his guards walked down to my cell. It was only the three of us. I’m all the way to the back. They stopped chanting as M’Baku reached my cell. I turned my head looking disinterested.

“Prisoner.” He called out to me.

“That's not my name.” I said, turning my head towards the ceiling.

“Kya, ikumkani wam.”M’Baku said softly.

“What does that mean?” I sat up.

“Hard-headed woman.” He giggled. He was holding a tray of….. something. He opened the cell and walked in. He placed it on the table next to me.

“Take the two other prisoners and release them. They have served their time.” The prisoners cheered. M’Baku chuckled and we locked eyes just for a moment. Wait. This warm feeling…. Let’s just leave it at that.

After they left, he excused the other guards leaving only us. “Eat.” He pushes the tray towards me. I gulp down the stew. Oh right, they are vegetarian. It’s great all the same.“You know, I come down everyday and I get the same answer every time. You are not a threat to me. I leave you without food you don’t break. I beat you down, you come back even stronger. You never bruise but you show no magic or super strength. Your white hair and blue eyes enchant me but you drop into Jabari with no clear enemy. You are an intriguing mystery.” He spoke as if I was the most delicate thing in the world. As if the bass in his voice would shatter me like glass. He was no doubt the most attractive man I’ve seen. I can't get too attached. I have to go back to the future where he’s not the same man. Or will this severely mess up the timeline? Ah fuck it.

“I don’t mean to come here. I…” feeling myself getting choked up I take a deep breath. “I time traveled to save my brother. He…” tears threatened to fall . Trying not to show my weakness. He takes my hand placing a small kiss on it, encouraging me to talk. “My brother had a breakthrough in his research. Finally finding a cure for something or other” i wish i would’ve listened. Remembered. Tears fall fast as I try to explain. He wipes them gently. “Wrong place and times, I guess” I sniff. “They injected him with something deadly. I luckily wasn’t far since I decided to help him out that day. The men were gone but if I hadn’t found him then…” I look away face red and puffy from crying. “they have him in a stasis and they can’t find a cure. I went back to save him but I went too far back.” I shrugged my shoulders, groveling in my mistakes. I watched as M’Baku opened his mouth to say something, looking defeated.

“I have a brother…” dragging out his words. “I drove him away. He wanted me to be better. He wanted me to change my ways. My pride pushed my family to their deaths. The blood of my family is on my hands and I have to carry that with me everyday. You will save your brother but at what cost?” Oh? The very string of realty is hanging in the balance because of my decision. “Life will go on without him unfortunately but how will you live? What if you can’t save him?” The question circled my head making me too dizzy to make my decision. This isn’t fair… I just want him back.

“I think I need to eat more.” It wasn’t just the question that was making me sick. I finished eating. Idiot. I eat the rest of the food quickly. I never realized how good it was due to my hostility. They must have great cooks because this is the best soup that doesn't have meat in it.

“I learned a lot being King. Enough to know that I was wrong in the way we lead things. I want to improve not the Jabari but all of Wakanda. Bring us into the new age. Ever since that fish man ran amok, we’ve had to slowly put Wakanda back together. And with those slow, teeny tiny improvements to lead us into a better nation. Those Americans are leading their country into ruins.”

“Hey! I’m an American and Wakandan. I serve both sides.”I giggle.

“Ahh so you are half trader, eh?” He nudged my side. We both laugh at our silliness.

“I would not let them ruin us. Running the kingdom is hard work. I cannot do it alone. And you need a place to stay.” What’s happening?

“I want you to be my advisor. You survived all this.”

Oh?

“If you mean the beating and no food for two weeks then surviving isn’t what i would call it.” I laugh and look at him. He’s making that face on his face again. All love sick and puppy eyed.

“Why trust so easily?” I tease him.

“I see something in you. Something dangerous. I want that with me. No one else.” He put it tenderly. The moment felt like eternity. He stood up quickly and held out his large hand. “Will we be my advisor?”

“Looks like I don’t have a choice.” I shrug my shoulders.

“You also have a choice here.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it softly. “Now! My royal adviser, I will take you to your chamber.” He grabs me by hand. “And a new change of clothes.” He commented. I agree with him but nodding my head. Not only am I the princess of Wakanda in the distant future, I’m a royal adviser. This will be fun!

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[thekidsarentalright]

HIIII I'M STILL ALIVE LIFE HAS JUST GOTTEN BUSY!!!! had to interact with my family, pretty nasty cold, you know how it is. BUT SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED. SO MUCH KEEPS HAPPENING. I CAN'T EVEN NAME IT ALL!!!!! the fact ginasfs is a repeat song that we can go "oh thank god it's JUST ginasfs"!?!?! (ALSO MY QUESTION MARK KEY BROKE IN TUMBLR ASKS SO I HAD TO COPY PAST THOSE) like that's fucking CRAZY. and WAMS DEBUT WAMS DEBUT WAMS DEBUT pete requested him to play a song on piano that wasn't made for the piano and patrick was like bet. wams. LIKE HELLO????? i'm just out here continually getting hit with the emotions and then i have to work the next day like some men from illinois didn't just emotionally devastate me!!!! SORRY FOR BEING A STRANGER IN YOUR INBOX I PROMMY MY NEXT MESSAGE WON'T TAKE QUITE AS LONG TO SEND!!! PEACE N LOVE!!!!!!!

HIIIII SO NICE TO HEAR FROM U AGAIN!!! 100% understand life getting busy so ur so good <3 but GOD yeah so much has been happening every single day i like. am in disbelief every single show and literally the fact ginasfs happening is a relief is Insane bc not even two months ago it Was the most insane thing to happen!!! (also love the commitment to using question marks even tho the key is brokenfjdnd) and GODDD WAMS!!! patrick playing wams for funsies as a CHALLENGE??? absolutely insane i. im gonna need pete to slow down and not challenge him like that again before he pulls out like pavlove or something at one of these last shows. having to live life normally after all these shows is so hard literally we should not be expected to do anything after these midwestern men terrorize us!!!!! u are so brave for still working despite them being this scary!!!!! godspeed for whatever they pull out today and the next two days fjdkfndk peace n love!!!!!!!!!

[teaite]

riverblossom hills update pt1

A teraz część, która nie zdążyła już ujrzeć światła dziennego, bo usunęłam tumblra ;) enjoy!

And now the part that didn't manage to see the light of day, because I deleted tumblr ;) enjoy!

as always, english is below!

Jako że Sandra była rodzinnym simem, to chciała kolejne dziecko i tak właśnie powstał Ezra, tak samo było z Irysem i Naomi, ale Irys to wymysł Róży i Józka, a Naomi to adoptowane dziecko Kleo i Szpadla, bo niestety Kleo już nie mogła zajść w ciążę ze względu na swój wiek, a Donald bardzo dziecko chciał. A Faye to dziecko Diany i Jana - właśnie tej rodziny, której nie zdążyłam wam pokazać we wcześniejszych postach. Na ten moment cała czwórka jest dorosła i wyszło tak, że Ezra jest z Faye, a Irys z Naomi.

Since Sandra was a family sim, she wanted another child and that's how Ezra was created, the same with Iris and Naomi, but Irys is the invention of Rose and Jason, and Naomi is the adopted child of Cleo and McGreggor, because unfortunately Cleo could no longer get pregnant due to her age, and Leod wanted a child very much. And Faye is the child of Diana and John - the very family I didn't manage to show you in earlier posts. At this point, all four are adults, and it worked out that Ezra is with Faye and Iris is with Naomi.

W międzyczasie Xander i Justin stali się nastolatkami i przyszedł czas na to, by iść na studia. Tam Xander poznał Natalię, a Justin zauważył, że Sara jest w jego typie ( i tu się chłopak mocno pomylił, ale o tym to za chwilę)

chociaż początkowo miałam taki plan, żeby Xander zdał studia do końca, a Justin jednak stwierdzi, że to nie dla niego, ale Klimek był na tyle uparty i miał chęci do nauki, że plan spalił na panewce.

although initially I had such a plan that Xander would pass his studies to the end, and Justin, however, will find that it is not for him, but Klimek was so stubborn and had the desire to study that the plan burned to the ground.

Meanwhile, Xander and Justin became teenagers and it was time to go to college. There Xander met Natalie, and Justin noticed that Sarah was his type ( and here the boy was badly mistaken, but about that in a moment)

Natalia pojawiła się w życiu Xandra dlatego, że po rozwodzie jego ojca i matki Morty wrócił do swojego domu, ale ciężko było mu się odkuć po kupieniu wszystkich potrzebnych mebli, a rachunki dostarczane codziennie nie ułatwiały zadania. Po dłuższym zastanowieniu postanowił wystawić ogłoszenie do gazety prowadzonej przez Patrycję, że szuka współlokatora i tak oto natknął się na Natalię - młodą panią detektyw.

Natalie came into Xander's life because after his father and mother divorced, Morty returned to his home, but he was having a hard time dusting himself off after buying all the furniture he needed, and the bills delivered daily didn't make the task any easier. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to put out an ad to a newspaper run by Patricia that he was looking for a roommate, and that's how he came across Natalie, a young detective.

Po skończonych studiach Xander i Justin wrócili do swoich domów, gdzie się oświadczyli swoim wybrankom.

Niestety w przypadku Justina zaręczyny poszły świetnie, ale ślub już nie koniecznie. Sara mimo, że bardzo kochała Justina, to jednak nie wyobrażała sobie życia w takiej wsi. Nie miała zamiaru zostać kurą domową, preferowała rozwijanie swoich umiejętności i ciągłą zabawę. Nie miała okazji przekazać Justinowi informacji o tym, że chce zerwać, bo tak długo z tym zwlekała. Aż w końcu nadszedł dzień ślubu. Sara niestety nie wytrzymała i podczas składania przysięgi zwiała tak szybko, jak Don Lothario z ołtarza podczas ślubu z Kasandrą.

Mimo zrządzenia losu Justin wierzył, że jest tam gdzieś daleko jego idealna wybranka, która nie porzuci go tak jak zrobiła to Sara.

Unfortunately, in Justin's case, the engagement went great, but the wedding didn't necessarily anymore. Although Sarah loved Justin very much, she couldn't imagine living in such a village. She had no intention of becoming a housewife, preferring to develop her skills and have fun all the time. She didn't have the opportunity to let Justin know that she wanted to break up because she had delayed it for so long. Until the wedding day finally came. Unfortunately, Sarah couldn't stand it, and while saying her vows, she waddled as fast as Don Lothario down the aisle during his wedding to Cassandra.

In spite of the misfortune, Justin believed that there was somewhere far away his ideal chosen one, who would not abandon him as Sarah had done.

Niestety w tej turze oprócz nieszczęścia Justina doszło też do zdrady. Mimo tego, że Sandra nie widziała świata poza Kastorem, to jednak gdzieś poczuła chwilę słabości i znów zaczęła flirtować z Kubą. A że Kuba nie był asertywny, to skończyło się na tym że Julka i Kastor ich przyłapali, a ani Noah ani Delilah nie byli zadowoleni z obrotu spraw. Sandra i Kuba rozstali się z Kastorem i Julką i uciekli razem. A karma to suka i zawsze wraca, to Sandra zachorowała jak wróciła z pracy, a że ja jej nie przypilnowałam to było jeszcze gorzej no i niestety umarła, a Kuba zaraz po niej bo też złapał zapalenie płuc i było po ptokach.

Unfortunately, in this round, in addition to Justin's unhappiness, there was also a betrayal. Despite the fact that Sandra did not see the world outside Castor, somewhere she felt a moment of weakness and started flirting with Jacob again. And since Jacob was not assertive, it ended with Julka and Kastor catching them, and neither Noah nor Delilah were happy with the turn of events. Sandra and Jacob parted ways with Castor and Jules and ran away together. And karma is a bitch and always comes back, Sandra got sick when she came back from work, and since I didn't watch her it was even worse and unfortunately she died, and Jacob right after her because he also caught pneumonia and it was over.

W następnej turze przyszedł czas na nowe pokolenie. Asia to córka Momo i Jaspera, Lewis jest synem Olivii i Williama, Vanessa jest córką Jacksona i Nicoli, Opal jest synem Morgana i Melisy, Saskia to córka Natalie i Xandra, Nabi jest córką Justina i Julki, Freddie i Levi to synowie Sary i Mateusza, Emily to córka Janki i Kastora, a Oleander to dziecko simorośl Stokrotki.

Plan na tą turę był taki, żeby jednak spiknąć Justina z Julką, bo mieli większą chemię niż Julka z Kubą, Sara zaliczyła wpadkę z Mateuszem, bo usłyszał, że Sara jest w KW i zdecydował się porzucić swoje dotychczasowe życie dla pierwszej miłości.

Co do Stokrotki i Elizy to nie wyszło im tak jakby Stokrotka tego oczekiwała. Po narodzinach Lupina Eliza miała za złe Stokrotce, że ta się pnie po szczeblach kariery, a Elizie się to niestety nie udaje. Potem pojawił się Oleander i dla Elizy to już było zbyt dużo. Nie przywykła do tego, że ktoś może być lepszy w czymś od niej. Eliza postanowiła, że to czas by zakończyć związek z Stokrotką.

In the next round, it was time for a new generation. Asia is the daughter of Momo and Jasper, Lewis is the son of Olivia and William, Vanessa is the daughter of Jackson and Nicola, Opal is the son of Morgan and Melissa, Saskia is the daughter of Natalie and Xander, Nabi is the daughter of Justin and Jules, Freddie and Levi are the sons of Sara and Matthew, Emily is the daughter of Jane and Castor, and Oleander is the plantsim child of Daisy.

The plan for this round, however, was to hook up Justin with Jules, because they had more chemistry than Jules had with Jacob, Sarah scored a slip-up with Matthew because he heard that Sarah was in RH and decided to abandon his current life for his first love.

As for Daisy and Elisa, it didn't work out for them as Daisy expected. After the birth of Lupin, Elisa resented Daisy for pushing herself up the career ladder, and unfortunately Elisa did not succeed. Then Oleander came along and for Elisa it was too much. She was not used to the fact that someone could be better at something than her. Elisa decided that it was time to end the relationship with Daisy.

Jeżeli chodzi o taką bardziej świeżą rozgrywkę to na ten moment wygląda to tak, że Momo i Jasper doczekali się jeszcze bliźniaków - Max i Mark, Noelle i Gemma to córki Noah i Delilah, Tonnie to córka Lupina i Eden, Maia jest córką Williama i Olivii, Victoria to dziecko Stokrotki i Lily - jej drugiej żony, Sage to córka Morgana i Melisy, Ava to córka Oleanda i Rene, Jim to syn Natalie i Xandra, a Hunter i Charlie to bliźniaki Faye i Ezry. Co do dzieci Irysa i Naomi to są w drodze, bo dopiero ją zaciążyłam i z tego co sprawdzałam to będą bliźniaki.

Tutaj możecie zobaczyć Sarę, Mateusza, Dianę, Jana, Lily, Jankę, Rene i Natalie.

Here you can see Sarah, Matthew, Diana, John, Lily, Jane, Rene and Natalie.

A tutaj mamy simów, którzy nie żyją; Andrzej nie żyje bo strzelił go piorun jak pielęgnował ogród podczas burzy, Baśka, Kaśka, Aleksandra, Róża, Stella, Maksym i Józek umarli ze starości.

Zapomniałam wam wspomnieć, że jak Stella się rozwiodła z Maksymem to zamieszkała z Aleksandrą i potem na starość postanowiły wziąć ślub. A Sandra i Kuba (bo jego zdjęcia zapomniałam oczywiście tutaj dodać) nie żyją ze względu na chorobę.

And here we have sims who are dead; Andrew is dead because he was shot by lightning as he tended the garden during a storm, Betty, Cathy, Alexandra, Rose, Stella, Morty and Jason died of old age.

I forgot to mention to you that when Stella divorced Morty she went to live with Alexandra and then they decided to get married in their old age. And Sandra and Jacob (because his picture I forgot to add here, of course) are dead due to illness.

myślę, że to na razie wszystko. gdybym o czymś zapomniała to zrobie po prostu następną część, ale nie wydaje mi się, żeby mi coś umknęło. jeżeli ktoś to faktycznie przeczyta do końca, to wiedzcie, że macie specjalne miejsce w moim serduszku.

i think that's all for now. if i forgot something i'll just do the next part, but i don't think i'll miss anything. if anyone actually reads it to the end, know that you have a special place in my heart ♡

[loversdelusions]

Sadist-Yan!Deku X Fiery! Reader : Pt 1. Bow.

She/Her pronouns; Bondage, dub-con, choking, dumbification, yandere themes, dom/sub dynamics, sadism. Did I just give Izuku a god kink or something? Yes. I love him.

First time writing for SadistYan! Izuku because I can see so many different ways this man would react to things.

Prompt: Fiery reader pushed Izuku to the brink. He must really teach her how to be a proper darling.

No actual smut, but there will be in pt 2

2.6K words.

It was something expected, your panic. Izuku’s calculations were never wrong, he had studied you too efficiently, too carefully to not account for your reactions. Your anger was just as expected as your tears. He knew you had a pistol for a mouth, and he was ready to be patient with you. He would listen to your little comments, and hold back bending you over his knee and spanking some respect into your tiny quacking body.

He promised himself he would be patient with you. And he had to remind himself of that constantly, especially when your pretty face stared back at him with determined eyes, and a cold annoyed scowl on your lips. He really tried to be who you knew him as at first. He tried to comfort you, he tried to provide you with whatever it is you needed, books he knew you liked, games he knew you played, even snacks he knew you were obsessed with.

Yet you refused his touch of comfort, you refused the food he provided you, refused all he had worked so hard to get you. You were so ungrateful, so ungrateful, after everything he did for you. You were being bratty, aggressive, and your playful sarcasm wasn't sarcasm anymore. You were being disrespectful, and it had been too much time since he rescued you for you to still be so quippy to him. He was just about done with your attitude, patience running thin. The more you hissed your little comments at him, the more his perfect, generous, hero-like mask slipped.

Don't get him wrong, he loved you. He was high on your voice and tempted by your skin. He was drunk on you, and the power he had on you. He only saved you because he was worried about you. You couldn't take care of yourself, and your sarcastic words would get you in trouble. But you didn't get it. You refused to believe him.

You will understand though. He will show you just exactly how much trouble your pretty little self could get into when you snapped at him like that.

And his thoughts didn't change as he watched you throw the cup of water at his head. Of course, you were sloppy, as you had refused to eat anything. You could barely move. He didn't understand you. Even though he knew you were impulsive, and he knew you didn't deal well with authority, but he loved you! What he asked of you was for your own good, everything he did was for your own good.

Green eyes dark, and dull watched you intently, the sound of the glass crashing in the background didn't even seem to bother him. You resented that. You resented him. This wasn't the hero you idolized, the man you obsessively watched on the news, not even at all. Pro Hero Deku was always smiling, cheerful, and loving. Even in the middle of a disaster the sight of him would make you wam with comfort. This wasn't who he was. You couldn't believe this was who he was. This had to be a villain’s ploy. A copycat, or an illusionist of some sort.

Even if you wanted to believe that, the cold, terrifying unnerving look in his green eyes had made a chill climb up your spine. Unlike any other day, where you would yell, scowl and hurl objects at his tall gigantic person, and unlike his usual calming tone, and a soft concerned smile or a glint in his green eyes, today he was standing in the doorway of the little ‘time out,’ room he likes to put you in when he didn't feel like dealing with a tantrum.

But you hadn't acted out yesterday, not anything out of your new ‘ordinary,’ anyways. You did your best to push away and back into the wall. This wasn't what you usually did, you’d rather throw something at him, but you had nothing in this room of yours. Nothing you could reach with the extra bonds he chose to put on you. You felt your skin crawl when he looked at you, the light behind him shadowing his face. You couldn't breathe, when he looked at you. Green eyes glowing in the darkness, as if it was a horror movie. He was your horror movie.

Izuku’s mountain of a body walked towards you, and suddenly you wished you hadn't rejected all the food he had offered you. Not that you stood a chance before, not in front of him. He itched to take your care into his own hands, to put on his lap and feed you when you refused, to show you just how much he loved you so you would finally understand, and then your sarcasm wouldn't irritate him, or anger him, so he could actually enjoy all the fire in your eyes.

Your nails dug into the plush dog bed he put out for you, as if it wasn't demeaning enough he treated you like you were helpless, he wasn't very subtle about his strange fantasy he had of you, and you had no problem yelling your not so subtle annoyance at his stupid goofy smile. Now, however, he wasn't smiling at you like he usually did. And even though your teeth grit in frustration, you couldn't help but freeze with fear as he approached, kicking and pushing yourself back, slipping on the soft silk until your back slammed against the cement wall.

“What are you doing here? I didn't break a nail for you to crawl around and kiss.” You were quick to snark, though he didn't give you the tense chuckle he usually did which only cautioned you more. You were suddenly hyper-aware of how cold the room had gotten, goosebumps crawled over your skin, he leaned over to unhook your chain from the cuff on your ankle, and you made your very first move.

Of course, kicking him in the face.

“Darling,” His voice was smooth, and surprisingly soft, though you knew there was an edge to the cool tone. His fingers tightly gripping your ankle in his hands, holding it away from his face in a reflex he must’ve learned from his training. A low hiss escaped your gritted teeth when his grip tightened painfully around your skin, and you knew immediately he would be leaving bruises.

“Deku--” You huffed in pain, grabbing at his wrist.

He didn't waste any time interrupting you with a sigh. He didn't even meet your eyes, instead, he tugged at your ankle sharply, pulling you down and away from the stupid bed. A cry of pain left your lips, as your head hit the floor, but he didn't stop. He only stood and continued walking, dragging you right behind him by your ankle. “What are you doing?!”

He stayed silent, despite your kicking, and screaming bloody murder through the halls of his home. Your ‘time-out,’ room was conveniently next to his own bedroom, though he dragged you right out, and you were blinded by where he was going, having been squirming and thrashing away from his iron grip. He never even faltered, not even a glance sent your way.

The man who had iced your wrists when you first arrived here was dragging you through his doors, ignoring the scrapes and bruises he was causing you. You didn't understand what was going on. And you wouldn't yet. “You know…” He muttered softly, pausing to lift you up by your waist, a squeal from your lips with a kick in an attempt to injure him later, though he didn't blink, only threw your tiny body onto his soft bed. You scrambled to your knees, trying to get away from his shadow as the giant mass of muscles and scars gripped you easily, ignoring your thrashing as if it were nothing. It felt like you were kicking a wall. It probably had the same effect as kicking a wall, too.

Your thrashing and screaming were halted when his hand moved to your neck, his crooked calloused fingers squeezing the breath from your throat, eyes widening in terror as the blood supply was being taken, with his cold dark eyes staring straight into yours. You gasped for breath, scratching frantically at his hand, but he only pouted at you, “You know,” He repeated, as if it were you who wasn't listening to him, “I think my little doll… ” You thrashing harder while he caged you in between his muscular thighs, one leg kept over the both of yours to limit your movement. The way his nickname for you rolled off his tongue, the steel edge of his tone not bothering to hide his cruel intent like he usually did; an eerie smile slipping onto his lips with your nickname, a whimper slipping past yours. “Has so unduitfully forgotten her place.”

His other arm had found your wrists, and despite your struggle, and pushed both of them over your head, hips pushing onto yours, resting some of his weight on you. Your gaze was beginning to weaken, darkening at the edges, the only clear sight was the sight of his brightly shining green eyes, the calculating insidious gaze bearing into yours, the eerie smile of his that always unnerved you still in place. Too perfect to be real. Just as he had been.

This was your little game after all, wasn't it? You wanted to push him, test his patience, pull and tug at his buttons and wear his patience thin. He loved you, didn't he? So how much was he willing to go for you?

You were always a little too rebellious for your actual rationale. He couldn't help but chuckle at your scared tear-stained face, knowing your game will soon come to the end.

He wouldn't kill you. No, No of course not! He loved you so dearly, he wanted to protect you, but you were too in your little world, misbehaving all the time. He can't let you go on not listening to his rules, snapping at him, and throwing the things he’d spoiled you with.

Suddenly, a flash of acknowledgment went through his neon gaze, and with one last squeeze, he let go of your abused throat. You gasped loudly and harshly for the air that had been taken from you, chest rising heavily in your attempt to rapidly inhale in whatever oxygen he was about to deprive you of once more. He chuckled darkly, and your heart jumped in your chest painfully, terror striking through your confined body. “I understand now,” His unnerving smile turned into a feral grin, “Perhaps, that I’ve been too soft on you,” His fingers crawled up the sides of your thighs.

“No--”

“Quiet,” he demanded, but you glared up through blurry eyes and snapped at him.

Which had been the wrong move, you were sure. He glanced at you, harshly tugging at the tie around his throat. You could feel his skin against your forearms, holding you down. He smiled softly, leaning in, You closed your eyes tightly when you could feel his soft breath against your lips.

“I’ve been good to you, it's not your fault you cannot understand that. You’ve been too spoilt, and you need to be disciplined.”

Your mind was storming with different ways you could slip away from him. He had never been this forward with you before, and the pit in your stomach only grew when his hands wandered a bit too far, or pushed you down until your thrashing was nothing more than squirming.

You only really snapped your eyes wide with worry when you heard the soft clink of metal, and suddenly the warmness of his skin disappeared from your own, yet your tugs at your wrists did nothing but clash softly against the post of his bed.

You didn't need to see it to feel his smile, “Wonderful,”

Deku pulled back to glance down at the helpless figure of yours, wrists bound together, the special little nook in his bed that he had carved out especially for you finally put to its purpose. His smile faltered a little, as he stood up, abandoning your wriggling body against his sheets and stood at the side of his bed, hand cupping his jaw as if in thought. He pulled on his bottom lip, looking at your marvelous scantily clad form arching and tugging, trying to free yourself from him.

A soft sigh left him, as he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a cigarette to entertain himself as he wondered of his next action. He couldn't help himself, he loved the way you were bound, the red marks on your wrists showing you exactly how helpless you really were when he was there, just how much his nickname really fit. His beautiful little toy, finally in his grasp the way he wished.

Though this wasn't exactly as he wanted. He hasn't touched you yet, not with any sexual purpose anyways. While the thought of you crying out from underneath him, unwilling to admit whether it was pain or pleasure made him twitch, or how he could so easily break you just perfectly so that the only word that would tumble from your lips would be his name for hours after he was done with you. Riling you up and using your little angry fits to spark up such fiery sex was something he’d fantasized about.

He was your only, after all. He controlled your every movement, your every breath if he so wished. He could do whatever it is he wants and you could do nothing. He was your god, and you would learn to appreciate just how generous your god had been to you.

And just how easily you could trigger his wrath.

While he inhaled the dizzying smoke, settling on the leather armchair he had placed so strategically, he played with the contents of the little drawer of his. Really, it was all his darling’s fault, not that he resented you for provoking his cruelty onto yourself; It was part of what he loved about you, it’s only that you pushed him a bit far.

You played the game, and now you will take your winnings and your losses. It’s only fair after all.

He pulled the little drug from his drawer and sighed before he stood and made his way to you.

It was easy to dose you to sleep, you were running on adrenaline and now you were exhausted. It left him time to position you well.

He didn't think you deserved to be made love to yet, no. You needed to be punished, and he’d rather enjoyed you on your knees; The idea of you bound with your ass in the air and face into his bed, bowing to him, was way more delighting than your wrists together. He was going to fuck some discipline into you, and even though it wasn't how he wanted your first time to be like this… You didn't give him much of a choice.

He had to take care of his little bunny, she can’t understand on her own. You needed him to show you just how his wrath would hurt, and why listening to him is just much easier for you.

He huffed a smile on his face as he watched your pretty face softly fall into sleep, deciding just how to force your bow, just how to teach you, just what to use to turn your ass a perfect cherry red.

[blueparadis]

Geto Suguru || A to Z Profile

rating : mature

type : drabble ; (special event post)

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A-Aftercare

Geto is the kind of guy who would silently gaze at you until you break the silence by asking "What’re you doing?’ to which he’ll reply “nothing just thinking how lucky I’m "and place kiss upon your forehead.

B- Bondage

Geto loves it when he’s tied up and can’t get his hands on you while you being a perfect tease to him. He would even go on lengths to convince you to participate in his pleasures.

C- Cover the Cry

He absolutely likes to hear your voice when he’s inside you but he isn’t the kind of guy who would cover your mouth to go harder until the final release.

D- Dominance

He’s a switch. He’s moody. Both his sides are equally enticing. He would pin you against the wall to fuck you till you’re numb and would even voluntarily agree to surrender to you.

E- Erogenous Zones

He likes to be touched upon his back, soft mild strokes as he coos, a soft kiss on his nape. He will gladly take it without interrupting.

F-Favorite body part

He likes to touch your neckline and mark you up disregard to your objection. Now, don’t object when he’s marking you up. He would let himself run wild ;)

G- Get caught

At first, he would be super embarrassed about it but if slowly he would be bold enough to let you continue what he started.

H-Humiliation

Not really. He won’t talk down unless you ask him. He has a balloon size ego so don’t ruin his climax by talking down to him. Sing praises instead.

I – Idle Zone

Geto is so much into sexting. He wouldn’t call to be precise but expect messages like “Hey, need to be inside you” while you’re busy at a meeting. He won’t stop until you reply back.

J – Join the show

He’s not against it but it’ll always be a “NO” if asked with total honesty. He might do an emotional drama if you keep pestering about it.

K- Kissing

Geto likes to kiss around your nipples but prefers it on his forehead and face.

L- Lighting and Location.

He’s moody. Some days he wants to see your moaning face while some days he doesn’t feel to expose himself to you.

M-Masochism

He is a explorer. You won’t know until he’s exposed to it. He might like it when you’ve established and earned unfathomable trust from him.

N-Nudity

He likes it when he’s making a sweating, moaning mess out of you while your clothes are still on yet he is naked.

O- Orgasm denial

He is pretty much into it. He wouldn’t object if he’s denied and takes immense pleasure doing it to you.

P-Public Place

You don’t get a easy way out if you tease him in public and it’s a “No” for him since he’s not good at controlling his basic urges.

Q- quite quickie

He doesn’t like it when he’s the victim of it but loves to torment you with it.

R-Routine

He definitely has one. He takes care of his body but surely could make an exception just for you.

S-Stamina

He has high sexual drive, like he needs to get off quickly if he gives in to his sudden urges, doesn’t matter that he just had a session a while ago.

T- Time to tease

When he hasn’t been a tease? It’s neither deliberate not intentional but he takes his time while teasing you. He could even jerk off at just by teasing you alone.

U-Underwear

Geto has a bunch of set, like according to the days. He might not seem like it but he his quite fond of seeing you in vibrant colors.

V-Voyeurism

He can’t. He just can’t, okay? It would still be a no if you put it nicely or tease him into it.

W – WAM

Hell yeah! He is quite fond of it when he sees your tongue doing it’s work. He would be so deliberate and loud about it.

X- X-dressing

He doesn’t like it. He could allow you if you whine too much.

Y-Yes/No

He might be rough with you but he is not that bold to execute erotic acts on you. He wouldn’t allow it on him too.

Z- Zone out

He likes to do it when he’s high but mostly prefers morning shower sex.

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[phonixa08]

The comfort café

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Café au (obv), a lot of fluff

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Felix x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of food

𝐀/𝐧: Since I adore cozy cafés I decided to write this au with a little magical touch to it :) I will make this a tiny series so let me know if you like it! Like the title suggests I hope you can find comfort in this if you aren't feeling well and remember that you're not alone <3 Apologies if there are any grammatical errors, english is not my first language

The familiar scent of coffee beans entered my nose as I opened the door of the café, a little bell announcing my entrance. It was the café I went to almost everyday of the week. Why, you might ask? Well, because it was my comfort place, not only mine but most of the people's here. The owner of the café, an older man with a kind heart, founded it with the intention of bringing comfort to people's lives.

He wanted to make this a special place where one could let go of one's worries and just enjoy the simple things in life- coffee and good music. That's also why this place has a lot of books and is decorated with fairy lights and candles. On the weekends there are shows on the little stage where someone would sing and the café would be filled with people- all of different age groups.

As I walked to the counter I was surprised to see a different face smiling back at me. The usual face with it's wrinkles crinkling at the outer corners of the old eyes which have seen so many parts of this world, were replaced with bright, warm ones. Around them were freckles dusted all over the cheeks and the blonde hair was somehow gracefully tousled over his forehead, partly covering it in the process. "Lee Felix", that's what it read on his nametag but I had no more time to wonder about the sudden change of things because-

"Uhm, do you want to order something or are you gonna keep on staring at me?" his teasing tone apparent in his voice.

Suddenly my cheeks were getting very wam and in my embarassment I could only stutter out my order. Just great- I thought- so much for not being socially awkward. That he was cute wasn't helping either.

When he was finished working on my caramel latte I gave him an awkward smile and quickly made my way to my usual seat which was at the very corner of the café in front of a big window.

Normally I came here to enjoy some solitude and of course because of the amazing coffee but today I actually wanted to ask if I could work part time at this place. I've just recently lost my job and therefore was in desperate need of a new one.

Being a collage student isn't easy, you've gotta earn your own money to pay the bills.

Since Mr. Lee, the owner, was always very kind and welcoming I thought that I might have a chance in getting a job here, so I was kind of disappointed he wasn't here today.

Realizing that sulking over it wouldn't get me anywhere, I decided to try again tomorrow and just as I was packing my things to leave I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Y/N! Great to see you. I wanted to tell you something, my dear."

I stopped in my tracks to see Mr.Lee smiling at me.

"Oh, hello Mr.Lee! I didn't see you at the counter today and already wondered where you were. You never miss a day at the café."

I was kind of shocked to suddenly hear all this but I also knew how very much he loved this café and if someone would make a good decision, then it was him.

He laughed at my reply. "You know me well. Yes, that was what I wanted to talk with you about. Since I'm not getting any younger, I'm retiring and instead my grandson Felix will watch over this café. He is the best person for this job and I'm not saying that just because he is my grandson. I know he is a very talented barista and knows how to take responsibility. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier but it's a decision I was debating for a long time, I hope you understand."

"I understand, even though everyone will have to get used to not seeing you around anymore." I gave him a sad smile.

"Come on, don't be so negative about it. I will still be here and I think you and Felix will get along well. Have you met him already?"

I felt the embarassment wash over me once again

"Yes, kind of. But I wanted to ask you something."

He nodded , signaling me to go ahead.

"I've just recently lost my job and I thought that I could, if possible, maybe work here?"

I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and a smile crept up on my lips.

I looked at him, unsure if he would agree.

"Why do you sound so afraid? Of course you can, I know you learn very fast. You can start tomorrow if you want."

"Thank you so much! I'll work hard!"

Once again he chuckled and jokingly held up his finger "Of course, you have to."

***

The next morning I went to the café, little jumps in my steps indicating how excited I was. It might sound weird but I've always wanted to work as a barista at a beautiful café, the thought of it alone always made me long for that feeling. There was something about brewing coffee, the calming chatter of people and the slow jazz music, that made it magical.

Excited, I opened the door and was grazed with a déjà-vu. There stood Felix, sideways leaning on the counter, one corner of his lips turned upwards and eyebrows raised.

"Do you know that you're annoying?" I asked him, trying to ignore how good he looked in that button up.

"Careful there, I'm your boss now, remember? So, from today on I'll be teaching you all about the art of being a barista. I hope you're motivated to learn. And from what Grandpa told me I think you'll do a great job."

The smirk was replaced with a gentle smile and I knew this would be a difficult time for me. Not because I wasn't competent enough to learn, but much more because it would be hard to not fall for the person who was smiling at me.

[twary]

Headcanon that Wammu and Santana definitely caught some nice emotions (in a cute way) and they must have literally had stars in their eyes. Wammu and Santana (both at once or one at a time) could fawn over been petting a busy reader who was not paying attention to them due to their busyness. So when the reader, without looking, stroked the men on the head and cheek, calling them good boys (imagine, Santana on the head between his cute horns), the men froze and literally blurted out into a puddle, because they had not yet received such praise. :"3

GOD, THIS IS SO LOVELY! I-I SAW THAT SO CLEARLY!

WANNA PET! I FKNG LOVE THEM! LIKE, DUUUUDE! THEY SURELY DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD!!!!

...well, sorry about that, I just like to see people requesting these babies♡

Santana

Not a man of words, so when he feels that he had emotions towards you he is like: 😳

Acts like a cat, ya know? He can even "purrs" when is with you.

Likes to give you pretty things, such as flowers or even animal.

When you pat his head or stroke his face, you can, literally, see his eyes shinning. He loves your touch♡

Actually wants you to play with his hair.

Randonly will hold your hands. He stays quiet with a serious face, feels a little weird at first, but he is enjoying every second of this simple little moment.

When he feels that you're sad and u just don't leave your room, he will literally go inside by passing under the door, that will make you laugh and he knows that, he wants to cheer you up!

When you're busy he rest his head on your shoulder while staring at you...GIVE HIM SOME ATTENTION!

If you stare back at him with a smile, he will happily smile back at you~

If you stop what your doing to give him some attention, he will melt, like "She stopped for me 🥺"

He IS a good boy and loves to hear that from you and only you.

Likes when you touch or stare at his horns, he thinks that you're impressed uwu (when actually is just so cute that you can't help looking or touching it)

Seems like a guard dog, always by your side, he wants to protect you.

Carry you on his arms for no apparent reason, he wants to show you that he is a strong boy! ÒwÓ

Wamuu

He knew that he would fell for you soon or latter. Everything about you give him sparks.

His love language is quality time.

So, every time that he is with you, he MUST turn it into a good time for you no matter what.

Wam fell for your most simple details, he notices everything about u and he is pround of it.

He loves the size diference between your two, 'cause sometimes you need him for reaching something and he thinks it's very cute~

Is a gentlemen with you all the time, also is very supportive.

When he feels that you're down by some reason he kiss your forehead and gives you a smile🥺

Not into PDA, but with you? Well...He kisses your hand, forehead and loves to hold you.

Compliment you in a elegant way, that makes you feel like a princess.

Don't tell you, but really wanna your attention. When you're busy he stays by your side until you're finished. If you stop for him he will be surprised and very happy!

STROKE.HIS.FACE! He just loves it! He surely will melt by your gentle touch and warm smile for him.

You don't know how much he wants to lay down and hug you tight♡

Wanna brush your hair.

Sometimes you can get his saying something like "You're so precious" BUT DON'T TELL HIM THAT YOU HEARD IT! He will be a blushing mess👉👈

I PROPOSE THESE PILLAR CUTIES! 🥺💍

Also, sorry for the late reply...Hehe.

Hope u liked it! See ya~