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prettymrswright · 2 years ago

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

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like this.”

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

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

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

Put the sun in my rainy day (rainy day)

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

Girl, your type of feel no dey give me pain

Girl, your picture fits my frame

There for you in a thousand ways, my girl

For the night, for the night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Ri, ain’t this your friends man?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah ok superstar.” Shuri smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you playfully tap her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Warnings: this contains nsfw links and explicit commentary imagines on my end. Afab! Reader. Minors do not interact. Of course, this is all fictional and none of the materials represents them.

a/n: As promised, I’m posting Heeseung’s first. I’m probably going to post Jake’s a bit later to take a break. Currently, I’m writing another wip in the mean since I’ve been aching to finish it for a while. Please reblog and leave feedbacks if you can!

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Don’t ever question Heeseung when he tells you to sit on his face

You've thought about it before— even fantasied a little bit when you gawk at his side profile. The arch of his nose was oddly attractive, the way it sloped down and ended at the buttoned tip. Your gaze would linger whenever he swiped his tongue to wet the bottom of his lips, chewing at the straw of your drink unconsciously at how cute the bow of his upper lip looked.

Your stares we are getting to him because his words froze you in your position on his lap after a heavy make-out session.

"Do you want to sit on my face?"

He chuckled when you gaped like a fish, reaching to swipe his thumb on your glistened lips. A dark and amused expression crossed his face at how flustered you became.

"Come on," You let out a deep sigh when he kissed the area under your ear, teasingly leaving a wet smooch that made you crumble further into his embrace. "Be good girl and put your cute pussy on my face, yeah?"

It didn't take you a second to pull your skirt from above him, watching his eyes glimmer as you exposed yourself to him bashfully. He'll tell you how beautiful you look before urging you to lower yourself.

The moment his lips made contact with your wet folds, you both let out a satisfying moan. He was gentle initially, moving his mouth at the same notion when he first kissed you. Once his tongue quickened its pace, he was sucking and slurping every inch of your cunt while his nose nuzzled your aching clit until you were grinding on his face.

From then on, you never hesitated when he told you to sit on his face.

I don’t make the rules but Heeseung is into anal and no one can convince me otherwise

There was something so filthy and obscene when he buried himself into your tight hole, but your pussy was still in sight for him to play with as you soaked his fingers with your juices.

He’ll definitely tease you; degrade you to the end while he thrusts harder, telling you how much you enjoyed getting fuck from behind.

“Look at you. Do you like to be fuck in the ass that much?” He’ll roll his fingers around your clit playfully, precisely stroke it fast as you buck your hips into his fingers. “You like how tight it feels, am I right? Letting your hole pucker up around my cock like a slut.”

You were arching your back at the feeling of him pounding hard, his fingers doing wonders around your clit as you felt a familiar tight knot in your stomach, thighs trembling uncontrollably as the amount of pleasure that was about to overthrow your senses.

“please— Hee— oh my god!”

Your mouth was open agape, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you squirted on the white sheet of the bed. Heeseung never stops his hips from moving in and out, absolutely enamored by the feeling of you wetting yourself and him in your scent that he only has one thing in mind—

He wants you to do it repeatedly until you scream and cry for him to stop.

Jerking your baby Hee when he tells you he’s hard

Heeseung follows you around the house like a lost puppy, feeling his towering presence at your back as you do the house chores. You had a hunch on why he was doing so but watching him reach his hand before curling it back to the side with his eyes dropping to the floor was so adorable.

When he pulls on your shirt, you turn around with an expected look. You swore the moment he looked up— doe eyes flickering like beads of pearls— telling you that he wants you to help him with his hard-on, you immediately told him to sit on the couch.

He did it so obediently, spreading his legs as you reached to pull his cock out of the confinements of his sweatpants. You’ll coo at him, praising him for being a good boy and asking politely for your help, biting your lower lip when his dick twitches at your words.

You softly jerk his length, fisting from the leaking head to the base with a firm grip. His moans were music to your ears, breathy and whiny as you began to focus on stroking the head with his precum. The wet sound echoed in the living room, making the atmosphere more erotic and heated.

Heeseung’s mouth was wide open, eyes and head rolling to the back when you kept showering him with adoration, whispering how cute his pink and sensitive tip was as you thumb it and how you liked to watch his tight balls bounce. It all accumulated as Heeseung came hard, the ends of his ears turned red as he desperately sobbed your name.

Don’t forget to tell your baby Hee he did a good job, kissing his lips as he deserved.

He tells you to ride him on his gaming chair after wining a round

It would be best if you hadn’t made this into a habit. It’s a lousy reward that seemed to lean its favor onto your gamer boyfriend at this point.

It was a simple system— if he won the round, he got you to do whatever he wanted, and vice versa if you won. When he absolutely crushed you with no sense of mercy at the game, he immediately took a hold of your hand and dragged you to sit on his lap with the biggest grin on his face.

“I always wanted you to ride me in this chair.”

“So you can find an excuse to spend more money on something to sit while you game?” You jeer off, causing him to push you down until you bottom out at the base, the sudden stretch of his shaft on your walls takes you by surprise at his rough grip.

He gave you a smug smirk, leaning close to your lips to whisper. “So I won’t worry if we break this chair when you won’t stop bouncing on my cock, baby girl.”

He was right all along; you couldn’t stop moving up and down his length to chase your high. Every time his tip kissed the deepest part of your core, the pleasure made you move faster until you could feel the chair beneath him rattle and shake vigorously due to the intensity.

Heeseung has an ample grasp of your ass, urging you to go faster, a look of absolute amazement plastered on his face as he closes his eyes to enjoy the tightness of your walls before telling you one last piece of mind—

“—and its not an excuse when I know you’ll never say no if I tell you to get on top.”

Heeseung has the most sensitive, juiciest and massive balls to suck on

You’ve given him so many blowjobs before that you’ve memorized all the little ticks that set him off when you give him the suck of his life. You were convinced that his most sensitive part was the sacs between his big cock, taking the information to your advantage.

Heeseung let out a choked moan when you gently took one of his balls into your mouth, closing his eyes and arching his back at how much precum was leaking out of his tip. He gathers and spreads the white liquid with just one movement before pumping his shaft.

He wasn’t sure what was hotter— hearing the wet sound of you sucking each of his nuts sloppily or the sight of you touching your clit. By this point, his thighs trembled beside your ears as you abused his balls, nibbling and licking the tender flesh like a sweet lollipop.

He was panting heavily, white spots filling his vision as he neared the brink of breaking apart above you. The relentless jerking of his erection never ceased, focusing on chasing his high while you nuzzled deeper that he was humping on your mouth at this point “Can’t a-ah…fuckkk, I’m gonna—“

He finally let out a satisfying sob within his chest as ropes of his creamy release shoot out to bathe your body in white. Cold sweats drip down his forehead and neck, swallowing down the lump in his throat at the sheer explosion of his orgasm.

He’ll almost smirk after catching sight of your wet pussy after you come, definitely telling you that he’ll sit on your face more often from now on with an exhausted laugh.

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malarign · 2 years ago

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sometimes we don't get what we deserve

(when you comfort him after a harsh breakup)

contains: bff!Jay x fem!reader | genre: angst | tw! breakup, lots of crying | wc: 0,9k

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Pouring rain perfectly captured complicated emotions on the boy that lied down on your lap, sobbing loudly. You tried everything you could in order to make his day better but nothing seemed to work. But you couldn’t feel anything apart from pity for your best friend. Anybody after such a harsh breakup mixed up with witnessing their partner cheating would be in such a state as Jay was at that moment. Her being his first girlfriend didn’t make things any better. Words like: “I’ll never fall in love anymore” or “Why would she do that to me” escaped his mouth in between his crying session. All while you tried soothing his pain by ruffling his hair.

“Jay you’re gonna dehydrate yourself,” you said completely serious. “Let me get you some water.”

“Don’t you dare move,” he said sending you a threatening glare. “Don’t even think of leaving me right now”

“No please don’t…” you thought to yourself just for him to say what you predicted.

“Just like she did!” he cried bawling his eyes out.

“That’s enough!” You had enough of his hopeless state. “Jay you better get up, right now. We’re going on a trip,” you spoke firmly knowing how he loved spontaneous trips, praying his current state wouldn’t change that affinity.

“Where?” he asked making you sigh in relief.

“Surprise.”

Both of you sat in your car, and none of you spoke any words during the ride, silence engulfing you in a warm embrace. While waiting for a green light you took a quick glance at your friend. His tired eyes were still a little bit swelled, hair a total mess. Yet he still looked as good as always, no matter how long he had cried that night.

After a while you stopped a car, snapping Jay out of his unmatched thoughts.

“Y/n what are we doing here? Why the beach?” he asked but you already jumped out of the car. Without saying a word he followed you, stepping out of the comfortable car to stand in the pouring rain. To your surprise, he didn’t ask any questions or protest against your questionable techniques to make him feel at least a bit better. Because when it came to his well-being he trusted you fully.

Even though the rain never stopped pouring, the weather was warm, just like any day in the middle of the rainy season. You walked on the path leading to the beach. Feeling you started to feel the water in your shoes you took them off and left on your way. Jay just like a lost puppy followed all of your steps, leaving his pair next to yours.

You stopped your tracks to watch wild waves from a safe distance. You looked at your friend wondering if the droplets of water are caused by his tears, the rain, or both of them.

“Do you feel any better?” you asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“I don’t know,” he answered simply, before glancing at you, eyes even more exhausted than before. Never in your life have you felt worse than right now. You had never seen Jay in such a miserable state, all because one girl.

“Then scream.”

The simplicity of your statement made him frown. “What?”

“Scream, Jay. Nobody’s gonna hear you here. Just me, you and the sea.”

Jay thought for a second, the idea of just screaming his heart out seemed ridiculous, but also strangely liberatory.

So he did.

He screamed until he could’t think of anything else he wanted to say.

He screamed until all the tears he had left were resting on his burning cheeks.

He screamed until his heart stopped beating so fast, and gradually slowing down its pace.

“Am I not deserving to be loved?” he whispered lowering his head.

You bit your lips lightly, relieved to see your friend pouring his heart and worries out, but also concerned by the last thing he said. You hugged him tightly, him hugging you back almost immediately. Both of you sat on wet sand still in each other embrace.

“Jay, you, out of all the people I know, deserve to be loved the most,” you whispered feeling your own salty tears brimming in your eyes. “Sometimes we don’t get what we deserve, though. You are the most hard-working, loyal, inteligent and beautiful man I know, both inside and out. Person that waits for you in your future is safe to say the luckiest person. And if she didn’t see that in you, means she wasn’t deserving and didn’t unerstand the values you treasure. I hope you know that you deserve to be loved brilliant and dazzling love.”

He pulled out of your hug and looked down at his hands, just to look back at you. “Thank you Y/n. You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he said, a glimpse of bliss in his brown orbs.

“That’s what friends are for,” you smiled beamingly.

The ride back to his apartment to drop him off was once again silent, this time in a comfortable and a blissful way. Just before he got out of your car he turned to face you and said: “Y/n, I just want you to know that I also think, no, I know you deserve the best, I hope when you’ll find somebody you like they’ll treat you just like you deserve to be treated.” With that he left you in your car, and ran to the entrance of his apartment complex.

“If only you knew, Jay,” you said single tear falling on your cheek.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year ago

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Baby gazing part 2 The weekend

Just fluff mentions of pregnancy, babies brief mention of changing diapers and some good-old nature fooling 18+ just incase . Chris wvans as a father if that's a warning Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

Part 1 here

With our little one on my hip I poke Chris awake with one foot.

He groans

But the minute she giggles his head pops up

"Is that a giggle my little Oh come to daddy:

He holds his hands open then its like he sees her on my hip and freaks instantly so:

"You shouldn't he hold her like that give her to me, come on."

"Chris I-"

"Give her to me and you sit relax."

"Chris I have to chang-"

"I'll change her you sit there relax I'll bring her back to be fed then ill make us breakfast. just relax"

"No buts I got her baby." He kisses me on the forehead

"Ok."

"You ready to get changed all cleaned up baby? yea we gunna dress you cutie hu? ill put you in a cap. shirt." He bounced her as he walked out of the room.

Why argue when he wants to do everything? I could get used to this again. He hasn't been like this since the first few weeks after bringing her home but to be fair we are both sleep deprived and now were gunna be more so because- shit I had to make sure things were ready for Miles. But they won't be here till 2. Though ah no worries its easy just an extra.

Baby we'll tag team.

Chris comes back in with her and while I. Ferdinand her he comes back with a huge breakfast.

Did the fridge break or something.

"No I just wanted to make sure we had enough food here. It's not just you, you have to worry about."

He wrapped his arms around me and then petted her on the head she looked up at him and then smiled as much as she could. Which is unusual as she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is eatting.

So much fruit and sweets my brian is wanting the sweets but the baby- God she'll be too hyper with sugar from the fruit. Maybe some will be ok.

When she was done Chris took her back

Chris wa-

Let me hold her

Chris

Babe no I'm holding my baby

"She's my baby too" I pouted

"You always hold her let me"

"I want to"

"No, please babe," he gave me this sad woe is me look.

"Fine fine but if she has to be changed."

"I'll be all over it."

"Oh you will?" I thought." I've been eating broccoli the past two days and boy is Chris in for a surprise.

She kept reaching for me but Chris said no she tried to crawl but nope daddy dragged her back to his side. He had 2 girls who aren't happy right now. Both of us pouting and fo once I wasn't going to try and make her laugh she has good reason to pout- daddy has to learn.

He insited on putting her down for her nap and me taking a nap- who was I to argue with that. Ill take any nap. Then the glass alarm woke me up leaving me to wonder what he did to our guard-baby now....Then he came running in with her

"Ok it's ok see look mommy is right there" he came standing right next to the bed but wouldn't give me her. I'm wondering where the tissue box is so I can knock him over the with it then she had screamed so loud and high

"Here here here's mommy" he has never handed me the baby so fast in her life. The second I brought her to me she quieted down.

"I hope your happy your made your baby girl cry."

"I wasn't trying to I just-"

"It doesn't matter"

"But I"

"right now she wants her mommy all day she's been wanting her mommy"

"Honey but... look Let's just lets all lay down ok."

"Ok"

Then He slid his hand to support her belly and her and was able to move her enough to that a lot of her weight was on him and not me. I still didn't get it but hey he wants her butt in his face let it

He he was rubbing her butt, which is also his way of checking her diaper, then she shot him a dirty look and shuffled towards me more ans layed her head down on my chest. Her favorite pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

Not like that I smacked his shoulder

But the rest of this day he was going crazy not letting me get up. I had to sneak to make sure we had stuff for Miles.

"What are you doing"

I jumped hearing Chris voice behind me hold our baby who had reached for me but Chris put her arms down.

"Chris what are you doing? Give me my baby!"

"No you're supposed to be resting-"

"Christopher Robert Evans I swear-"

The door bell rings. Great it's gotta be Jamie and Kyle and Miles.

"This is not finished" I point. pushing past him and walking to the door.

"No honey whose here? you shouldn't be around people its flu season." He comes after me.

"Hey guys"

Miles reached out for me.

"Hi Miles,"

"Someone got an admirier" Jamie said handing him to me

"Who wants a baby biscuit?"

His face lights up. This is going to be an easy weekend.

Nah I just give him cookies. I found it works on dogs and men. Uh that's not what I meant," I chuckled

"Babe no what are you doing?"

he tries to take Miles from me.

"Chris stop what are you doing"

"You shouldn't be holding him"

" What come on."

"Fine gime me her-"

"No."

"Chris we have company "I say through my strained teeth.

"But you still shouldn't be holding him. Think of the baby."

They look at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I

"fine but put her down please."

"Its fine I can handle two. i'll have to get used to it anyway."

Kyle and Jamie give me a look my shoulder goes up and down. I'm completely lost.

"Alright its just the weekend."

"Exactly"

"Ok he is expecting a baby biscuit it is in the pantry ill get it"

"No you sit I don't want you straining"

"Chris"

"Go"

"Ok ok"

Chris puts both of the babies down in the play pen and then to go get then thier cookies.

"Come on you guys sorry about him I wish I had an excuse he's just acting nutty today."

"You guys want coffee" He yells from the kitchen. They both nodd thier heads.

I reply "3 coffees"

"Nice try"

"That man is pushing me right now. I'm allowed the odd coffee while breast feeding and right now I need it or he'll need a new place to live. He driving me nuts Won't let me hold her at all."

"Are you- He's acting like you're pregnant again"

"Oh you have no clue I mean the breakfast me made it was so huge and -oh god."

"You aren't"

"No no I made a joke last night I totally forgot it was about watching miles that we'd have 2 babies in the house I made a joke hed have less than 9 months who knew he'd not realize this morning we have everything ready for miles I swear just-Wait a minute this could work."

They look at me

"I get a weekend off and Chris plays daddy for two babies oh this would really work. You think I can pull this off all weekend?"

"Oh yes," Jamie nods "You have to for women everywhere."

Chris comes back in to give the babies their cookies in the pen and then returns,

"two coffees and a non caffeeinated slightly sweetend ice tea for you."

He sits down and puts one hand on my stomach. Yep he thinks I'm pregnant.....

This is going to be a fun weekend.

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little-diable · 2 years ago

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She belongs to me - Joel Miller

Ever since I've watched the first episode, I felt like I need to write something like this. So, here we go. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Crossover between The Walking Dead and The Last of Us; Joel, Tess and Ellie are taking a detour through a forest, stumbling upon a rather gruesome scene, who would have thought that those once believed to be dead were still alive?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, mentions death and blood, typical Negan behaviour, but a good ending

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

The night was dark, barely any stars were twinkling in the sky above, making it harder for the three of them to see where they were going. They were surrounded by trees, a thick forest luring them further into its trap, wondering if they’d make it out alive after all.

“Maybe we should rest here for the night.” Tess murmured, eyes set on Joel’s features, the slight scowl he wore, the way he had his eyebrows furrowed, weighing their options. His eyes kept wandering through the darkness, trying to find anything they could use to orientate themselves.

“C’mon, it’s alright.” Tess’ hand found its way to his shoulder, feeling the tight muscles beneath his jacket, a clear sign of the nervousness clinging to his body. A shaky breath of air was inhaled into his lungs as if he was about to take a dive deep enough to reach the bottom of the uneasy ocean he was swimming through. The waves would swallow him whole if he wouldn’t be careful, a risk not even Joel was willing to take.

“What was that?” They were frozen as the sound of a scream echoed through the air, heads whipping towards the direction where the sound had come from. It seemed as if the three worked on instinct, unable to communicate, giving into the pull they felt. Hurried steps carried them further through the forest, hoping to help whoever was screaming, praying to the cloudy sky above that no clickers were near.

A stream of light could be seen from the distance, luring them closer and closer, and yet, before either one of the three could pick up on the danger lying ahead, they stumbled into a clearing. Their eyes were drawn to the scene in front of them; a group of people was kneeling on the ground, gazes focused on a man towering over them. A few cars were surrounding them, lights directed onto the group. It didn’t take Joel long to spot the screaming woman, she was crying, cursing whatever had just happened.

“Well, look at that. You didn’t tell me that you were inviting some more friends, Rick.” The tall man’s eyes caught Joel’s, and with a smirk tugging on his lips, he forced the group to part, stepping closer towards the three of them. Both Joel and Tess pointed their guns at him, not daring to take any risks with the stranger whose black leather jacket was covered in blood, just like the baseball bat of his. “Oh don’t be scared, you sadly missed the fun of our gathering, but don’t you worry, we weren’t finished just yet.”

“Don’t come any closer.” Joel’s gruff voice echoed through the air like the scream had moments ago. His eyes didn’t leave the man’s features once, silently wondering if they’d make it out without being pulled into a fight.

“Joel?” A soft voice filled the few seconds of silence, and with his heart skipping beats and his pulse growing faster, Joel was forced to draw his gaze from the man’s frame. His eyes found hers, taking in her trembling frame, the dirt clinging to her features and the torn clothes of her.

This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Fuck, this couldn’t be real.

“(Y/n)?” He took a step towards her, forced to a halt as the other men pointed their guns at him. His heart longed for her, had been doing so ever since that night, filled with pain whenever he thought of her.

“Leave, you have to, Joel.” Tears were running down her bloody cheeks, hand tightly holding his. His eyes were just as glassy, clearly filled with the pain stretching through him.

“I can’t, you’ll survive this. I can’t do this without you.” With his other hand finding her cheek, Joel pressed a kiss against her cold lips. She had been shot, bullet forced into her skin without giving the two of them a chance to make it out.

“We both know I won’t, leave, please. Do it for me, you have to survive, you’re the only good thing in this awful world, you have to save them.”

It had taken Joel years to stop his nightmares from interrupting his sleep, memories bringing back the night he had left her to die. Months ago he had tried to make his peace, forcing himself to accept her passing, the way he had left her back there in the dark warehouse, somewhat grateful that she wouldn't have to endure this life any longer.

“Aw, look at that, isn’t that sweet. What’s your name, doll?” The man moved towards (y/n), eyes flickering between hers and Joel’s, smirking as Joel tried to take another step. She replied with her name, barely audible to those close to her, and yet Joel would always pick up on the words she was speaking, no matter how much force she’d use to express herself. “Sweet, (y/n), tell me, who is he to you?”

“My fiancée.” The words left Joel’s heart aching, not daring to look at Tess, not wanting to see the emotions swimming in her pupils, undoubtedly thinking back to all those nights they’ve spent together in the dark of the night. Nights that now had lost their meaning to Joel, cursing himself for giving into the urges he had felt. Moments of weakness he’d forever hate himself for, he was sure of it.

“Seems like he didn’t take good enough care of you, huh? Who’d leave a woman like you behind?” Before (y/n) could even try to come up with a reply, Joel spoke up, patience snapping like a rubberband flickered against his wrist with just too much force.

“Let her go, she didn’t do anything. She's mine.”

“I love you, fuck.” Joel murmured his words against her skin, drowning in her closeness, praying to whoever was listening that their moment together wouldn’t be interrupted. Their hearts were beating in sync, bodies searching their warmth.

The moment was anything but hurried, allowing them to relish in the seconds fading by like the early morning hours. He fucked her slow, leaving his marks with his lips moving along her throat, sucking on her skin. (Y/n)‘s moans urged him on, back arched off the mattress just enough to feel his chest pressing against hers.

“I love you too.” The words got stuck in her throat as he brushed against her swollen spot, dragging her further towards the edge. Her walls fluttered around his cock, drawing him in even deeper, desperate to feel every inch of him. The moment had something awfully raw to it, sharing their love as the world outside was no longer filled with anything but death and pain.

A moment of hope both would cling to till their last breaths would leave their weak lungs. A moment of hope both would remember whenever the days grew darker and the nights grew longer. A moment of hope both would remember whenever rain clashed from the sky, momentarily washing away the reminders of the past weeks.

“Fuck, faster, please.” He picked up his pace, hand disappearing between their bodies to circle her pulsing bundle of nerves. Joel was high off the feeling, wanting to hear her moans and whimpers, proud that he was the one making her feel like this.

He could watch her for hours on end, admiring (y/n) as if she was a masterpiece created by the old masters, perfecting their skills. A masterpiece no other would ever manage to create. His one and only, and if there was one thing Joel had sworn to live by, it was appreciating her for eternity.

“Let go, I got you, baby.”

“You see, I wish I could, but she belongs to me, just like they all do.” The words made Joel’s blood boil, threatening to push him into hot waves of anger he wouldn’t be able to control. His hand tightened its grip on his gun, wondering if they could shoot their way out of this situation, trying to pull (y/n) close. “But I’m not that cruel, who am I to stand in the way of your love. So, how about a trade? Give me your shit, all your weapons, and you can have her.”

Joel’s eyes found (y/n)‘s glassy ones, almost missing the slight shake of her head - as if she was trying to stop him from saying yes, as if she was trying to tell him that it wasn’t worth it. That she wasn't worth the price of his safety.

“Joel,” Tess murmured his name, trying to catch his attention, and yet he didn’t give in. Nothing in this world was too expensive, too worthy for a trade, he’d give his very last shirt for her, and yet he couldn’t speak up. His mouth felt dry, throat constructing in pain as if his vocal cords were trying to keep his words bottled in.

“I’m waiting, time’s ticking. Don't tell me she isn't worth your weapons.” The man’s words filled the night, the devil himself was speaking to them, a voice so booming it drowned out the panicked call of his name rumbling through Ellie. Only as the man’s eyes left Joel’s did he give in, finding the group of walkers making it out of the forest, breaking all hell loose.

It took Joel three seconds to snap into motion, four to meet her halfway, arms slung around her middle. There was no time to cling to one another, to properly rekindle after years apart as they took off, running after Tess and Ellie to blend in with the night.

She'd always belong to him, one love and two beating hearts.

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according2thelore · 7 months ago

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Since you gave me two to choose from here’s two for you too: river water OR poisoned candy

(For the made up fic title ask game)

OOF—thank you, cloud!

i'm going to have to "river water" for this one.

i think it's crazy that we only got one (to my memory) water-based monster, whose goal is to drown its victims. and so early in the show, too!

in my head, a fic titled "river water" MUST include a water-based monster. and one of em GOTTA drown.

i’m talking classic MOTW from the early seasons, toddler age kid in danger, swept down a river in the rockies by a kelpie or something and dean doesn’t even think about it for a second. he dives in and manages to take the kelpie out, grab the kid, but the fight tired him out and it’s looking bad. the current is so strong that it almost kills them both, but dean manages to sling the kid into sam’s reach on the bank.

sam sees his head go under.

sam drags the kid away from the roaring water, sprints to where he estimates dean’s being swept to, and jumps in.

dean’s unconscious when he finds him. he’s dead weight in sam’s arms, and he’s so heavy with river water that sam can barely get them both out.

he starts CPR.

dean is blue around the mouth. sam leans in for the first rescue breath and the river water is brackish on his tongue. he restarts compressions.

it’s not working.

panic sets in.

sam is beating on his brother's chest, panicking and impotent. it seems ridiculous--pathetic--that this is how it ends. that dean's cord can be cut with water after all they’ve been through, after he carried sam out of fire.

the kid is still sitting there shivering and sam is almost screaming, yelling at his brother to get the fuck up, come on dean, and sam’s compressions are getting vicious, he can hear ribs cracking.

and come on dean, please, you’re not going to drown on dry land, breathe. a rib breaks under sam’s hands. breathe goddamnit! you’re not going to leave me here.

suddenly sam’s mouth is filled with water as dean starts to cough, water sloshed between their mouths before sam breaks the seal of their lips.

dean coughs and splutters and heaves for breath, and sam collapses to the sand, panting, dean’s saliva in his mouth and tears in his eyes.

“you sure know how to show a guy a good time,” dean whimpers, holding his ribs, voice shredded to shit.

and sam laughs and laughs and no one mentions how by the end he’s just crying. dean makes jokes for years about how their first kiss was so good sam cried.

(this is from the "give me a made-up title of a fic and i’ll say what i think it would be" ask game that i reblogged recently here)

thanks again! this was a good one!

-lizzy

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aubriereddie · 8 months ago

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so I write short horror stories and decided to post ne because you only live once I love feedback it can be good or telling me how to improve my writing anyway here you go

The sleepover they had all been waiting for. The three girls got out of the car and went into Faith's house. “This is going to be the best sleepover ever.” Mollie squealed. As soon as they got inside, they got in their pjs and sat down in the game room. They decided to watch a movie in that room because it had the biggest screen. Let's watch a horror movie” Lindsay said in a hoarse voice. She had been cheering the night before, so she lost her voice Plus’ it was thundering outside, what a perfect mood for a scary movie. Faith turned on the TV. Only 5 minutes into the movie and an emergency broadcast interrupted the movie. “A criminal just escaped prison, please lock all doors and windows. If you live in these areas, stay cautious.” The girls looked at each other with worry, Faith, and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. They decided to watch a nicer movie, but the power cut. All the girls screamed. “I will get flashlights,” Faith said in a hurry. She came back and gave them all flashlights. “I need to go to the bathroom,” Mollie said, reaching for her lip gloss in her purse. No matter where they were, Mollie always had the same bright red lip gloss with her. “AAAAAHHH!” glass breaking followed the piercing screech. They all ran to the bathroom. “OMG, Mollie, where are you?” Lindsay croaked. “Isn’t breaking a mirror bad luck?” Faith quivered. “Yeah, but that's just a superstition.” Lindsay sounded as though she was trying to calm herself down. “Are you sure? Come look at this.” Mollies red lip gloss was shattered on the ground and on the mirror written in gloss it read. “Remember me” The two girls just stood there with fear in their eyes. “I'm calling my parents,” Faith said as she rushed her friend out of the room. She tried calling her parents numbers and then the police but nothing. Lindsay tried as well; it was hopeless. “The police department is right down the street, right?” Lindsay’s voice sounded like it hurt to speak. “Yeah but We can't drive” “Well we have to get out of here Faith I can't die tonight.” she thought for a moment. “Fine, but we are running.” Faith said. “It's fine with me,” Lindsay said, sounding a bit choked up. The second they got out of the house, they ran. A figure stepped out in front of them. It was about their height, but still terrifying. The girls quickly turned, but Lindsay Slipped on a rock and fell. Faith kept running, only to hear her friend scream with the only part of her voice she had left. Faith could see the station, and she started to cry, maybe tears of joy, tears for her lost friends possibly. Then she was gone. Her parents came home to the front door unlocked and the mirror broken. The girl's bodies were never found. And you may be asking yourself who was the killer, well the man that escaped prison was only in for thievery and was found at least an hour after the broadcast. Then who would it be? The truth is There were never just three friends, there was a fourth friend all along, but no one cared about her. And you may ask how do I know that? Well, I was the fourth friend.

this is my own work so please nobody reblog and say its yours

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I'd like to suggest supercorp + puddle

(These sentences are so long and I cheated with excessive commas but this was fun anyway here you go first writing challenge of 2022 yayyyy)

She hears a shriek from outside, shrill and high-pitched, like a seagull's cry carried on the wind - her drink steams lazily in the intimate dusk of their usual coffeehouse; across the table, a second cup of something overly sweet and loaded with calories sits half-finished, whipped cream topping rapidly deflating in the handmade glazed ceramic mug - Kara said she'd only be a minute, some minor accident half a block away she'd wanted to check in on and Lena had waved her away with a smile, go on, I've got some light reading to catch up on, yes I will order another sprinkled donut for the table for when you get back, love. Another scream pierces the air and Lena's eyes dart around the immediate area looking for its source, the first syllable of her girlfriend's alter ego already on her lips when she swivels her head towards the window and stops mid-word - there she is - Supergirl, Kara, in the middle of the street standing next to a blown fire hydrant that definitely had been in perfect working order five minutes earlier on this sweltering summer day, a thick jet of water shooting up into the air like National City's own miniature Old Faithful - a herd of small children dancing around her in the falling mist. Kara's suit is drenched, hair plastered to her cheeks and neck, but her smile is a mile wide as she chases the kids in circles, makes an exaggerated jump, and bright red boots send a puddle of ice cold water spraying those unfortunate (or fortunate depending on who you asked) enough to be caught in the splash zone. She throws her head back in a fit of laughter, so full of life and happiness and pure joy that it makes Lena's heart swell with a wave of love that feels as if it might burst at any moment. She cups her jawline with one hand and rests an elbow on the table, coffee and tablet completely forgotten - work can wait, she thinks, and watches her beautifully glowing puddle jumper instead.

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I'm rewatching The Good Place and a criminally underrated moment for me is when Michael gives Jeff the frog thermos and Jeff's face just lights up because... FROG. THAT'S A FROG. LOOK AT THAT GREEN FROG HE'S A JUMPER YOU CAN TELL. And it's such a small gesture but it made someone so happy and yes I know this is fiction but God small acts of kindness really just do it for me it's all about the act the thought the selflessness give someone a frog today please I assure you won't regret it.

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For the ship and prompt 5 sentence fic: Supercorp + travel :)

You said 5 paragraphs right?

Kara flies her to the ends of the Earth every night that first month.

They dine on the very best dishes in every bustling city from Metropolis to Madrid, watch the sun rise over the rolling hills of Dublin and set under the Caribbean's diamond-scattered horizon. She takes her deep into uncharted lands, virgin and untouched by humanity until their bodies christen the ground with first footsteps, picking stones and pebbles as they walk hidden beaches away from prying eyes, laying on their backs atop ancient ruins together, rough with weather-worn edges and divits that brand Lena's soft human skin as they talk about nothing and everything. Kara flies her above the clouds only to descend into a storm, and Lena learns the taste of warm rainwater on Kara's skin as their clothes soak through in seconds. Argo is lovely and perfect, and when Allura pulls her aside to whisper, you make her so happy, Lena is not ashamed to cry in her arms and reply, I have never been so happy in all my life, all I want is to make her feel that way too.

Kara smiles and tilts her head one night, after everything has gone quiet and they both can rest, so, where do you wanna go now? Lena slowly steps into her arms, brushes both thumbs across the apples of her cheeks, buries her fingers in blonde-streaked hair and rests her forehead against hers, warm breath mingling together in a dizzying haze. Lena murmurs, smiles when Kara's fingertips tremble on the nape of her neck,

"Here."

Afterwards, Kara hovers atop her body, sweetly kisses her down from on high, whispers gently, "I want to give you everything, be everything you never had. I want you to know how loved you are, Lena. I want... I want to take you to worlds you've never known."

And Lena pulls her down, wraps her arms around sweat-slicked skin, nuzzles into Kara's neck until she finds the sensitive patch just below her ear, kisses and kitten licks until all the breath leaves Kara's lungs in a strangled exhale.

Lena smiles. "Oh, Kara," she says, "You already have."

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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oh hello love! hope you remember me) it's been a pretty long time, sorry. happy new year, btw! how are you? how are your mental state? what about "Waiting For A Lifetime", i absolutely LOVE it! (no it wasn't inspired by that moodboard. i just wanted to see something like modern daemon but with the undying love? and added something to make some plot but your sexy brain made something so much more greater. thank u sm) i really can't describe everything i feel right now in english? it's just SO MUCH more than love and purest adoration! you made something bloom inside of me. i cried and for me it's the mandatory criteria of a good story. you made it feel so real? (if it makes sense) maybe the idea is cliche and cringey but you made the most fascinating fic out of it!! this inner conflict when the reader finally meets daemon? my soul of a person who works with analysing literature a lot is crying. this drama with aegon and him being a really pretty boy? my 'pretty boys lover' soul is crying. this soft daemon who's so eager to save his wife in the beginning? my 'desperate for love' soul is crying. it's the real masterpiece. and how daemon didn't remember the reader but (idk if you were inspired by my ask or it just felt right for you but) felt and this bond that just was felt?? i want to kiss your sexy sexiest brain and praise your writings and you for everything you do. (yes every writing of yours is soso beautiful i'm choking) i was going to ask if you've thought about writing part 2? but realised it's somehow works just like it is? yes i'd still be really happy to read part 2 but it's totally your choice. depends on your mental state, your will and just you? i'd be just glad to know that you've received it and know how much i love this, your sexy talented brain and you! thank you! for writing it! thank you if you want or not to ever write part 2! thank you for just writhing! thank you for you! stay hydrated, eat well and sleep tight! take care <3

NO BUT WHEN I SAW THIS I WAS SO EXCITED AND SO TOUCHED AND I HAD TO HOLD MYSELF BACK FROM HUGGING MY SCREEN LEST I BREAK IT AND NEVER GET TO WRITE FICS ON PC EVER AGAIN

HAPPY NEW YEAR I AM WELL THOUGH ANNOYED BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN HAVING ACNE BREAKOUTS EVER SINCE I MOVED AND I HATE IT I THINK MY DAD WAS RIGHT I NEED TO CLEAN MY ROOM 😭😭😭

MENTALLY i might be sharpay ^^^ but thats just cause im dramatic though lovely loves like you come around and make my heart go

(which is a good Squidward scream btw)

NAH LIKE I HAD TO GRAB MY PILLOW AND HUG IT AND SQUEAL INTO IT AND HUG IT SOME MORE, I WAS IMAGINING IT WAS YOU MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE 😭😭😭

Like you have no idea how invested I was in this prompt of yours when i saw it. Its neither cringey or cliche to me (ok maybe it is cliche but that's fine haters gon hate) You have absolutely no idea how invested I AM in it now i nearly wooshed through the second chapter bUT IT JUST WOULDN'T END and now ive trapped myself into writing a p3 i think 😭😭😭😭 not that im actually complaining im g

Im surprised you weren't inspired by the mood board i reblogged lololol HAHAHA thats cool i was a bit inspired by it so 🫶🤣

Im so so glad you recognized the inner conflict 🫶😭 not to be that person but as a writer, i always assume my readers are dumb, just cause ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ WHAT IF THEY ARE AND NO ONE GETS IT AND IN TURN IM ACTUALLY THE DUMB ONE FOR MAKING SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY NO ONE GETS 😭😭😭 I TAKE I BACK NOT DUMB JUST SLOW NO ONES DUMB HERE so yeah i appreciate that it was clear or evident there was an inner conflict and not that she didnt want to see him idk idk i mean reread the fic again (which made me fall in love with that world all over again) and thought i did a pretty good job explaining everything but like 😭 idk man u never know

IM ALSO SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY PRETTY BOY AEGON 😭 to be completely honest with you, he was so crusty inside and out in the show i didnt think much of him, but then i found out his actor was an absolute babe inside and out and i was like HELLO HUBBAHUBBA AWOOOGAAA

Im also really glad you liked soft!daemon. Idk i have been writing really darkly for him that i feel like i have shaved a lot of his humor and his wit and the fiery love he has for his family. Idk idk daemon is not a good man but hes also not necessarily bad thus the morally grey hottie we absolutely simp for. I felt a bit apprehensive with making him so vulnerable but i was like, yeah fine its a fic whatever i am the law here 🤠

I was definitely inspired by your prompt to make daemon not know who reader is!! I actually pondered deeply on whether or not i would go through with that and i think i even spun a wheel for it lol HAHAHHAHA IDK I DON'T REMEMBER. But yeah, they have a magic connection, literally, so Daemon had to at least recognize the feelings his past self had. That'd be too cruel i think to not add lol

So yeah if it wasnt clear, already i definitely am writing (almost finished with it in fact) a p2. I hope you come back to read it. Not to overestimate myself but i might be done with it tomorrow lol.

I am so so happy you came back to tell me your thoughts on my fic. I would love it if you did the same for the next chapter 🥺👉👈 pretty please.

ALSO ITS SO FUNNY THAT YOU SAID YOU WANNA KISS MY BRAIN COS I MEAN ACTUALLY DOING IT IS SO WEIRD I IMAGINED YOU KISSING MY JELLY BRAIN SJSJJSNSN ITS LIKE WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO KISS SOMEONE'S EYES COS THEY WERE SO PRETTY BUT THEN I IMAGINED KISSING AN EYEBALL AND JSJSMMSMSMAMS

I am honored you took the time to express yourself to me at all and in english. I appreciate it sososososo much it was clear enough for me i hear you loud and clear.

I am glad you came around though it has been a while since your request. I dont mind at all. Come back as often as you want my love.

Im also so happy you cried 🤣🤣🤣🫶🫶🫶 i love making people cry 😈😈😈 it means i did something!!!! You and i are alike!!! Crying is a good indicator for.... Enjoyment 👁️👄👁️ ... Lets not unpack that here lol

Also the fact you seem to like all my stories 😭😭😭 my genius brain is crying over the love im such a genius arent i? I love you so much

Gosh this reply is so all over the place i hope it makes sense 😭 im on mobile and woke up early and now its late and my brain is frazzled but i hope i went through everything you said and i hope you know i love you

xxx

#ask #anon ask #waiting for a lifetime #daemon fanfic #modern!daemon #modern!aegon #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon

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LMAOO dw it’s just part of your character development that’s honestly really funny (the way that you always find crazy people around you is also kinda crazy LMAO not even kidding you really did get the “it’s for the plot/character development” treatment

So real it’s definitely not ALL animanga but you can tell there’s some that just let the art or style carry actually I think you bring up a really good test though!! Like if you can co very it into a light novel and have it still be good then you know there’s at least some substance beyond just the visual effects…omg the jjk discourse about the female cast fr irks me like guys even maki is NOT developed enough like she fr is always just alluded to as tojis copy so??? Bro angel/hana’s treatment was actually foul I’m ngl I barely even remembered her until I saw her in the second to last chapter and immediately face palmed like bro why…..but yeah jjk is definitely not AWFUL awful but not as peak as everyone screams about

Oh definitely orv cast is developed and actually relevant also yess i love the platonic relationships and dynamics!!! Kdj and hsy are so funny LMAO I love seeing that kinda found family/platonic connection with kdj and co.

LMAOO so real like there’s chronically online but then there’s an even more extreme where it’s really “do you ever see the sun” but speaking of that post you reblogged made me giggle “are you pro or anti ship” “I have a life” LMAOOOOOOOO so real like it’s really not that deep guys

DDHSHS people on wattpad fr cannot handle reader not being the Mary Sue ultimate it girl with a reverse harem also to the people saying it’s perfect except the OCs bro it wouldn’t be the same without the ocs like let’s be real please and yeah like ESPECIALLY since it’s not even a commission of any sorts maybe you were just posting for the sake of being able to read it all through wp formatting and platform too, why people have the audacity to actually spew shit like that is beyond me like ok it’s not your story though??? And you really took the effort of writing out a comment to say this it’s much faster to just click the close tab button?? It’s like they comment thinking that you’ll go back and edit out all instances of your ocs??? Honestly disappearing off wp is such a mood

LMAO yeah I’ll definitely casually watch the anime because at least the animation usually has some cool scenes too but nothing all too serious after knowing what happens (actually I’m excited for the memes to come when the Yuta and cockroach curse get animated HAHA)

SHSGSHSHS it’s ok if you end up converting there’s a good chance that at some point I’d follow suit knowing us but the opposite sides of a war trope is actually so interesting I haven’t read anything with that in awhile?? Just generally not even on tumblr so many possibilities for adding in complexities and depth…wc Kunigami esp with the angst and the whole transformation of wc

REAL when kaneshiro fails yk Mira’s got you….still baffles me how yukis been sidelined (literally) sm WAIT AHAHAHAH im crying if it were otoya instead of yuki fwtkac i can imagine it where instead of reading looking at yukis account during that lunch scene she’s looking at otoyas profile and karasus like “bruh his hair looks like a fucking leek you like this one???” And then he enters the room where they play tag and he’s like “HOLY SHIT ITS THE LEEK DUDE YOU MF” while otoyas trying to think which of the fifty dates he went on karasus referring to

Ok good LMAO ik sometimes when people type on a keyboard they’re wrists get tired which is why the buy wristpads so jic that was you I didn’t wanna be making you type a whole essay response like normal LOL WAIT GAHAHAH the recent one where sae goes “this goal is still lukewarm” and literally has the whole genie looking trail this is too good

LMAO I’m gonna be honest most of the media I consume usually isn’t for the romance factor anyways like I usually watch kdramas after seeing like a cliffhanger betrayal/dramatic moment so I don’t even mind that it’s not super romantic LOL I agree having some crack shenanigans content is good it balances out the angst and romance

LMAOOOO noted I will take this calibration into account in the future o7 but YEAHHHH PURSUIT very hype

- Karasu anon

PLEASEEE i have made so many opps in my life and honestly i know there’s a saying that if you make enemies out of a lot of people you’re the problem but i really don’t think i am?? like i always try to self reflect and i definitely have been villainous in the past as has everyone but there’s a startling amount of people that dislike me for dumb reasons JHSFSD omg it’s so bad

whenever i think of dropping someone i’m like oh was i the bad person in this situation but being objective i hardly am 😭 this girl i think was just really jealous of me and so took the opportunity to put me down at any opportunity (she was also lowkey islamophobic and as almost half of my family is muslim i did not find her jokes terribly funny) and she was also one of the ones that like if i liked a guy she was suddenly OBSESSED with him meanwhile they wouldn’t even know who she was?? like she’d go up and talk to whatever guy i idly said was cute and they’d literally be like “who are you lol” 😰 there’s a lot of weird stuff w her she’s also HUGE into jjk and jjk x readers so i’ve always been terrified she’ll find my account hence why i don’t ever do face reveals or post pictures of things she might recognize (like my dogs…we had already stopped being friends by the time i started riding cloudie so i’m not scared of posting him) she only ever read on ao3 and didn’t try to figure out tumblr + she liked gojo choso and nanami none of whom i’ve written for so i probably would be safe but it’s still a thought in the back of my mind…anyways…

RIGHT like can you make a light novel out of this?? then it’s probably good…i think blue lock is a good counterexample actually where the story is very much so enhanced by the visuals because it’s a sport animanga but i think the sports genre is a little exempt from that test because who wants to read about sports KFHSD idk if that makes sense ANYWAYS everyone always says that jjk’s female cast is good as if not sexualized automatically equals well written…like yes gege did more for them in the sense that they were at least mostly covered up but that’s about where he began and ended 😭 BRO HANA GET BEHIND ME the way everyone hates her too i honestly just wish she got better treatment back when i was into jjk i LOVED her i honestly could write an entire essay about how i would’ve preferred she be written (like i did w kuni and yuki) but tbh the story started going downhill shortly after her introduction so idek where i’d start…suffice to say i would’ve had her be alluded to much earlier, not had her be obsessed with megumi (i think a romance between them could’ve been thematically and visually very lovely but NOT how it was handled and not given the fanbase jjk has), and expanded on the angel vs sukuna beef especially how that might’ve impacted the hana and yuji dynamic 😩 i think gege had the same problem as kaneshiro where there’s just too many characters but unlike bllk, there’s a much more expansive world in jjk too and that would’ve allowed for in depth exploration of more characters without slowing the story terribly if only that was a consideration yk

i don’t think jjk is horrible either!! there are a lot of things i enjoyed about it and i wouldn’t say it’s the worst thing to come out ever — it also suffers from having such a large fanbase that people are going to be disappointed no matter what direction gege goes in, so i have to give him that; however, agree, it’s not as peak as everyone says it is, and i think it’s fanbase would do well to recognize it for what it is (a normal shounen with slightly more gore but also with the regular pitfalls of the genre) sometimes i think the ending wouldn’t have been as disappointing if it hadn’t been hyped into smth beyond what it actually is yk 🤔 and honestly i don’t think it’s a failure of jjk to be that LMAO blue lock is very much so in that category and i still love that!! mostly because it is self aware and doesn’t try to do more than it has the capability for…instead it takes genre conventions and works inside them/expands on them (ego vs teamwork, the backstories of characters like snuffy) to maximize its impact?? idk if that makes sense HAHA like at the end of the day kaneshiro included anri’s hip waist bust measurements in the egoist bible and she’s also the only somewhat main female character so he’s not trying to beat the bad female cast allegations whatsoever he fr just threw chigiri in and called it a day but it works?? because he didn’t sit and say “hm how can we defy everyone’s expectations and astound the world” he was just like “ok soccer manga time”

I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE ARE SO PRESSED ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIPS like i literally do NOT care i ship zero characters it absolutely does not matter to me…only ships that are important are nagimira, miraeita, and tabimira otherwise idgaf /j fr though like how hard is it to just scroll and ignore when you don’t like smth 😰 also the entire school of thought (mostly from 15> year olds) that you should just stop engaging in fandom or liking characters or whatever after the ripe elderly age of 20 is SO FUNNY but also insane like who do you think is writing the fics you enjoy?? i have many thoughts on it that would get me cancelled but to me the line is like “okay if the mangaka/anime studio drew the exact same character and said they were 20 would i believe them?? if so it’s whatever if not that’s a little weird” for example when i was a kid watching indigo league i liked gary oak LMAOOO but now i wouldn’t like him because he very obviously looks like a kid yk?? but there is functionally no difference in the way that megumi, inumaki, and ino from jjk are drawn despite them all being wildly different ages it’s truly just arbitrary and in my experience a lot of shounen is just adults writing stories about other adults and then making them be “in high school” to appeal to their target audience and make their characters be more relatable to high school boys aka the main readers 😭 anyways at the end of the day people like to police stuff like that a lot so i don’t really share my thoughts on it but it really is just live and let live i promise you whatever character you’re defending does NOT care that people are writing fics about them they are literally just lines on a page…

PEOPLE ON WATTPAD ARE INSANEEEE bro (related to the earlier point) it’s the same people that complain about adults liking characters that start spamming the most insanely foul sexual things at the age of thirteen like how do you even know what any of those words mean?? forget about saving yuta okkotsu from anne at accounting who likes to read fics about him after work SAVE HIM FROM THE TWEEN FANGIRLS THAT WOULD GET HIS ASS ARRESTED ‼️ since we’re applying irl morals to fiction and all it very much so is illegal the other way too 😭 anyways yeah they always have smth to complain about like if y/n isn’t a reverse harem lead with every single guy at her feet, every power in the world, cringy “cold” personality where she’s uber strong and tells people to commit, and isn’t lame asf they go insane?? people complain in the early chapters of pomegranate ink that it’s “embarrassing” how reliant the reader is on noritoshi and how she’s always sucking up to him…like hmm…let’s apply some critical thinking here…why would she (who’s been told her entire life that she’s good for nothing but bearing heirs, has been essentially locked in her room for her whole childhood, is considered “worthless” because she didn’t inherit her family’s powers, and was almost married off to NAOYA ZENIN) be grateful to the one man who allowed her to have her own agency and treated her like an equal??? why would she be unsure in herself?? why would she ask for help constantly and think she’s weak??? also when they complain about her being weak omg please this story is 200k words i’m sorry she doesn’t start off strong but that would literally be so boringgggg it’s all about the slow development!! by the end of the story she’s brought someone back to life, is a grade sorcerer, defeats a special grade curse (because lbr she could’ve gone all of the way and killed jogo if it weren’t for plot needing him to be around longer), takes control of her ENTIRE CLAN, talks shit to sukuna’s face and then is instrumental in his defeat COME ONNNN SHE’S NOT WEAK FOREVER GIVE HER TIME she’s been abused for years it’ll take her a sec!! and speaking of abuse don’t get me started on the way they talk about reader’s mother LFKJHSDLKFJ they fr act like she’s the true villain when she’s in no better of a situation than reader 😭 actually things are worse for her because she has no one but her daughter left and her relationship with reader only just starts healing in pomegranate…god forbid we have complex female characters though!!

HELP if i convert to itoshism i’m dragging you down with me i can’t do it alone!! and i think opposite sides of a war necessitates writing a conflict that isn’t black and white (or else one of the characters would be evil and that’s usually looked down upon) hence why most authors steer clear as that can be difficult to do without making any one side into a villain HAHAHA maybe one day i’ll tackle the challenge again!! believe it or not i have done so previously in ship in the harbor and ig i did it well enough people seemed to like it…who knows LMAO

PLEASE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING like fwtkac reader posts a picture of herself and otoya on a date and karasu swipes up on the story with an entire paragraph about how her new boyfriend is ugly horrendous hideous nasty fresh out of the swamp and whatever other insults fwtkac bestie came up with meanwhile reader is just like ?? your hair can be measured with a protractor ?? LSKFHSDKFJH omg there would fr be no tabieita it would be tabiken and then otoya would just be there because karasu will never forgive the “shrek lookalike” that almost stole his girl…wait that reminds me that according to hiori fwtkac reader is the only girl karasu follows on social media??? idk but that’s making me laugh rn because i think i wrote that he’s friends with all of reader’s friend group but he’s just so loyal to this girl who absolutely despises him that he won’t follow any other females but her 😭 honestly for all of her academic genius looking back fwtkac reader is so dumb because how did she not read between the lines there…

HAHA DW i’m all good!! i’ve recently begun responding to your asks on my ipad instead of my iphone which is why my responses have gotten exponentially longer and less emoji riddled LMAOO so it’s been chill!! responding on my ipad also means no random glitching out since i’m doing it on the website which auto saves drafts iirc so double win fr

LMAOO if you do end up watching it lmk how it goes!! and yeahhh if i’m ever going to go on a long hiatus i’ll make it explicitly clear like you will be able to tell without question that i’m gone otherwise it’s probably just me being silly HAHAH anyways this ended up being a bunch of random unrelated rants i’m sorry 😭

#answered asks

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neyliaart · 2 months ago

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Its one of those days where I share my views with the world and then go die from crippling anxiety.

The whole: "If you cant take kids being kids in public spaces dont go there." take

I agree. A lot of posts stating that sentiment I have reblogged because I agree with the sentiment. If you cant handle loud kids dont go visit a kids playground just to complain about the kids present.

But as someone who really "cant handle kids being kids" ive always felt the statement off somehow to me. I dont go to places where loads of children are to be expected aside from the schoolgrounds I need to cross every once and again to get to the train station. I avoid them because I do sincerely not have the capability to handle a bunch of kids being loud and I recognize that being loud is just a huge chunk of being a young and small individual.

However, I cant always avoid kids. I too need to go groccery shopping and so do parents and sometimes they bring their kids along for a multitude of possible reasons and sometimes for a multitude of other possible reasons the kid starts screaming or crying or having a tantrum. As a person who "cant handle kids being kids" I cant avoid them entirely. Believe me, if I could I would. Kids overwhelm me to the extreme and its no fun, I can barely handle my own two year old brother when I visit my family sometimes and there have been moments where I just had a breakdown because of him. Just because I cant deal with loud noises or overlapping noises very well, I cant deal with sudden movements well either, I have my very specific icks about what, who and where I am touched. All these things are things kids just do (aside from the touching thats specific for my brother because he doesnt understand it yet but we teach him and hes doing great) and those things get to me really quickly.

And frankly even for situations where it is "my choice" like being on a public train to get to meet my family and friends and a child also being there the notion of "just stay home" just bugs me somehow. Because sure. I could totally stay home and if I did I would have seen my fiance once since I moved out and my mother zero times. Simply because they dont have the resoucses or time to visit me but I can visit them. I hope people can understand why thats a thing id dislike. I want to see them even if its taxing to take on a six hour train ride and even if theres loud people some of which may be kids (but honestly most of them arent but thats a long tangion)

And to top it all off, while on the Toilette in my own home today I heard a child screaming too. I want everyone reading this to have the context that I live on the second floor of an old building with an extremly high ceiling. My own at least 3m if not 4m high. So ive been at least 6-8m (not counting the fact the kid wasnt screaming upwards from right underneath my window) away from the child in height and still heard it loud and clear while being in my own home.

Point is.

You cant avoid kids and I dont think making struggling with some things kids are prone to do out to be the trait of a bad person is a good thing to do.

Ive just been wondering if instead of telling people to "just stay home" to avoid the volume of kids being kids we could find ways to deal with that instead so that neither an adult has to limit themselves nor a kid has to be banned from certain places. Because obviously parents are allowed to take their child into the groccery store with them. I dont want to ban them from doing that. Id just like to figure out how to deal with the screaming child in line behind me if I also happen to be in the groccery store. Because my current tactic is "try not to cry and run for it as soon as you can" and thats just intensly taxing.

So yeah

Those are my thoughts of the day im gonna make myself a cool chocolate now.

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hidden-amongst-the-clouds · 3 years ago

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(goddamnit i ran out of tags aaaaa🥺💚)

I got commissionned to borgify Xue Yang and Nie Huaisang and thus I did! I also streamed the process and it has been a lot of fun!

I will have to do another one soon, once able.

Here is a borg Birb, and a Stabby Citrus. ( named so after collectively deciding the color of Xue Yang's core as " blood orange" )

#oh joshua i am THRIVING these two are so gorgeous!!!!#my previous tags about me basically screaming and crying over your coloring and shading still stand #nhs.... his neck??? im in love with the braided look you did for the metal there hello???#plEASE let it be a rlly small callback to the cql nie braids bc it would straight up make my night #nhs has such delicate little hands too ugh #you rlly went off with the doll-like artist hands for him huh #ALSO the chest uh??? ornamentation??? idek what to call the little bit in the middle #anyway his belt??? being identical??? yes i am dead laying on the floor over it #BABDHAH DID NOT REALIZE NHS FINGER TURNED INTO A FAN OK GONNA GO RABID AND START FOAMING AT THE MOUTH OVER THAT #i rlly went huh that fan is kinda small and then fucking CLOWNED myself w that realization like .2 seconds later 🤡#him whistling to his myna aaaaa #the bACKGROUNDS AAAA #im so jelly of your bgs and im gonna be mad at myself for being lazy w my backgrounds now bc DAMN SHITS GOOD #xy?? so prettu. so nasty. i would love to get my hands on him and lovingly throttle him.#as you do w chars you have a complex love/hate relarionship with #i see his stupid mean little smile and his stupid awful little dimples and wanna both strangle him but also #jist jold him gentle like a hamburger #love love lOVE the sticky texture of the blood spatter on him #looks wonderfully goopy and gross and awful #im a MEGA fan of gow you handled his missing finger(s)#not just a 'hey the finger is missing'#but instead a wholeass 'the fingers are gone and so are the ports mf just has a whole open hand now'#betchu he has so much trouble w all the finicky mechnaisms in his hand bc of that now #i REALLY love how each and every single one of the borg comms has diff. colored tints to the metal!!#like its driving me insane #anyway joshua PLEASE pardon my typos its like. 2am. couldnt sleep and saw this and HAD to reblog immediately w rambling tags #gonna just like #print these bad boys out in mini and glue em into my sketchbook to look at and pet occasionally #also real talk??? prints??? 🅱️ls??#at some point and not for comm pieces w/o the commissioner permission ofc

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch.

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge.

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that.

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.”

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You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing.

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly.

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.”

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap.

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well.

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds.

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room.

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right.

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could.

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.”

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything.

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss.

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing.

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.”

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.”

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit.

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass.

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin.

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?”

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks.

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance.

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom.

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.”

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts.

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath.

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you.

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways.

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.”

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand.

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick.

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do.

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps.

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately.

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway.

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on.

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).”

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans.

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure.

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong.

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat.

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in.

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating.

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.”

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood.

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear.

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle.

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy.

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later.

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned.

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

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