#I want to keep em as dumb as possible

[s1lverd4sh]

My boy Adam is back, guys. Hooray!!

(as always tap for better quality)

silly stuff ⬇

You can ask anything about him hehe✍(-∀・○)

[abbotjack]

aaahh hi hello! :)

first thing, i just wanted to say how much i love the way you write for jack and robby. you capture their personalities so well! reading your works are an absolute treat. <3

second, would it be possible to request something for robby? he finds out that his wife was in a really bad accident on her way to work, so she's rushed to the hospital and admitted to their icu?

tysm, and keep up the amazing work!

And You Came Back to Me

content/warning : Serious car accident, medical trauma, cardiac arrest, emergency resuscitation, hospitalization/ICU setting, emotional distress, PTSD symptoms, brief combat/military reference, grief response, partner fear, sibling care, recovery from near-death experience. Heavy emotional themes including flashbacks, guilt, and the fragility of healing.

word count : 3,791

a/n ; Wrote this as an exploration of what happens in the quiet after chaos—the weight of routine, the people who stay, and the small ways grief and love show up at once.

He should’ve kissed you longer.

That’s the first thing that slams through Robby’s chest when the officer says your name.

Not doctor. Not sir. Just: “Mr. Robinavitch, your wife’s been in a serious accident.”

It doesn’t register—not fully. Not until the next words hit him like shrapnel:

“She was unconscious at the scene. EMS is transporting her to Allegheny General now.”

And suddenly, time snaps backward—throws him hard against the wall of the morning. Back to the kitchen. To the quiet hum of NPR on the radio. To the faint smell of burnt toast from the toaster—because you always forget about it halfway through brushing your teeth. He’s told you a hundred times to stop using the “max crisp” setting. You always say, “It’s faster.”

Back to the sound of your heels on the tile as you rushed in—already dressed, hair still damp and twisted into that messy bun you always called “professional enough.”

“Shit,” you muttered, digging through your purse. “I’m running late. Can you zip me up?”

He should’ve stopped what he was doing.

Should’ve set down the mug. Turned fully toward you. Looked at you the way he used to—like you were something he still couldn’t quite believe was real.

But he was distracted. Reading the news. Checking an overnight lab update. Half-listening to McKay complain in the group chat about last night’s board decision.

So instead, he reached out automatically. Took hold of the zipper. Pulled it up the back of your dress like he’s done a hundred times before.

A quiet, familiar ritual.

“Thanks, babe,” you said, glancing over your shoulder with a soft smile.

He leaned in, kissed the back of your neck, right where your hair curled against your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he said. Distracted. Sincere, but distracted.

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You laughed and turned away to grab your keys.

He should’ve stopped you. Should’ve wrapped his arms around your waist, rested his chin on your shoulder, whispered something dumb and tender and marriage-soft like Don’t go to work. Stay home. Let’s be irresponsible. Should’ve asked about the dream you mumbled in your sleep. Should’ve paid attention when you said, “I might take the highway if traffic’s clear—I’m too late for the long route.”

You hated the highway. Said it made you feel like one wrong move could ruin everything. Said the backroads felt safer—winding, tree-lined, steady. He teased you for it. Called you dramatic. But he always agreed.

Take the long way. What’s ten more minutes if it means peace of mind?

And this morning—God—he hadn’t even thought to remind you.

“You driving in or Ubering?” he asked, eyes still on his phone.

“Driving. Highway if I have to. Don’t yell.”

“Just… text me when you get there.”

“I always do.”

You smiled.

He didn’t look up.

You walked out the door.

Now a stranger is telling him you were rear-ended at 70 miles per hour, spun into a guardrail, crushed on the driver’s side. That EMS pulled you from the wreckage with the jaws of life. That you weren’t responsive. That you lost a lot of blood.

That they’re bringing you in.

To him.

To his ER. His trauma bay. His staff.

And you might not survive the trip.

He should’ve kissed you longer.

He should’ve kissed you like it was the last time.

Because maybe—it was.

He drops the phone in the stairwell.

He’s moving before his mind catches up—down the steps, through the ER corridor, and straight into the trauma bay. The doors slam open so hard they shake on their hinges.

“Where is she?” His voice breaks as it rips out of his throat.

Dana’s the first to reach him. She’s just stepped off the elevator—chart in one hand, coffee in the other.

“She just came in,” she says immediately. “Langdon’s leading. Mateo is on the vent. Santos and Javadi are in the room—”

“Where is she?”

The way he says it this time—it’s not procedural. It’s not about who’s on what. It’s you. There’s a tremor in his voice now, something raw enough to cut through Dana’s usual calm.

She steps in his path.

“Robby,” she says gently—too gently. She never uses that voice. Not with him.

“She coded in the rig.”

He flinches like she slapped him. The hallway tilts.

“They got her back,” Dana rushes to add, because the look in his eyes unravels something in her. “But it’s bad. She’s not—she’s not conscious.”

He doesn’t stop to respond.

Robby just shrugs off Dana’s hand and barrels toward Trauma One, like his body’s moving on instinct—like it never forgot how to find you.

And then he sees you.

You’re nearly lost in the swarm of bodies around you, but he’d know you anywhere—even battered and broken, even with your hair soaked through and clinging to your face in tangled strands. One of your feet is bare. Your dress—that dress, the blue one you joked made you look like a lawyer even though you worked in nonprofit, the one he remembers zipping up hours ago—has been sliced clean down the center. Blood saturates the fabric, blooming across it like ink in water, until there’s barely any blue left at all.

Mateo is squeezing the ambu bag. Javadi’s covered in sweat, glove smeared in something dark. Langdon is barking orders like his throat is full of glass.

Robby freezes in the doorway.

Langdon doesn’t even look at him. Just shouts, “Get him out of here!”

Dana’s behind him again. This time, she doesn’t touch him. Just steps into his line of vision and holds it.

“You know better. Let them work.”

“That’s my wife. That’s Jack’s sister.”

Santos’ voice breaks—just barely. “She’s got internal bleeding. If we can’t stabilize her, we’re opening the chest.”

And there it is.

Robby’s hand slams against the doorframe. He backs away without realizing he’s doing it.

He ends up in Observation 2.

He doesn’t remember walking there. Doesn’t know how long he stands in the dark before someone—maybe Perlah—sets a bottle of water beside him. He doesn’t touch it.

He’s never felt like this before. Like the air is too thick. Like he’s breathing cement.

Jack shows up ten minutes later. Not in scrubs—he’s in a weather-beaten field jacket and dark jeans, the kind of outfit that’s survived its fair share of long nights. There’s rain slicking his shoulders, water dripping from the cuffs like he didn’t bother with an umbrella. Or didn’t care.

“They told me,” Jack says, low.

Robby doesn’t move.

“I came as soon as—”

“She took the fucking highway.”

Jack is quiet.

“She never takes the highway. I—I always tell her to take 51. She hates the on-ramps. Says they make her feel like she’s gonna die. She said it, Jack. She said it.”

Jack nods, slowly, but his posture is all wrong—too still, too rigid. Like he’s holding something in. His jaw is locked, eyes fixed somewhere over Robby’s shoulder like if he looks at him directly, he’ll break.

“Yeah,” he finally says, voice rough and frayed. “She told me that too. Said the on-ramps made her feel like the road would disappear underneath her. When we were kids, she’d make me walk the long way to school just to avoid the underpass near 18th. Three extra blocks. Every morning.”

He exhales, sharp and uneven. “She’d hold my sleeve like she thought the wind might carry her off if she let go.”

The pause that follows isn’t empty. It’s full—tight with every year Jack spent being the big brother. Every time he covered for you. Every scraped knee, every school project, every time he stood between you and the door while your parents screamed.

Robby sinks down against the wall. His voice is hollow. “She asked me to zip up her dress this morning.” He swallows hard. “I didn’t even look at her. Not really. I was reading emails. I kissed her neck and said, ‘Text me when you get there.’”

Jack doesn’t answer. Doesn’t offer reassurance or statistics or hope. He just lowers himself to the floor beside Robby, head bowed like he’s praying to no one in particular.

“You love her,” he says, and there’s no bitterness in it. Just something steady. “You take care of her in a way I never could. You know how to make her feel safe when it’s quiet. How to be soft when she won’t ask for it. I’ve spent my whole life guarding her from the world, and now…”

He trails off, staring at the floor.

“You’re the part of her world I trust the most.”

Robby closes his eyes. His shoulders shake, once.

“I don’t know how to be okay if she doesn’t wake up.”

Jack reaches out, sets a hand firm and grounding on Robby’s shoulder—steady, like he’s done for you a hundred times before.

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to be,” Jack says. “Because she’s too damn stubborn to leave either of us.”

And for the first time since the call, Robby lets himself breathe.

The updates come like clockwork.

“She’s holding.”

“We’ve got the bleeding under control.”

“She’s going up to the ICU now. Sedated. Ventilated.”

Robby follows the bed upstairs like a shadow. No one stops him. Not even Langdon, who looks like he’s aged ten years in a single shift.

They set you up in 312A.

You’re pale. Still. Your wedding ring sits in a plastic cup on the tray beside your bed.

He takes your hand.

“Hey,” he whispers. “I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

You don’t move.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to your arm. His voice catches.

“Baby, please. Please come back.”

And then—he talks.

About the cat—how she followed you to the door that morning, meowing like she knew something was wrong. How you paused, scooped her up, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “Hold down the fort, okay? Back before dinner.” Then blew her a kiss like you always did, keys already in hand.

About the coffee mug still sitting in the sink. The one with the chipped handle and the faded red lettering from that anniversary trip to Vermont—the kind of mug that never matched anything else but somehow became your favorite. You used it every morning, even when there were clean ones on the shelf. He used to tease you for it. Then he stopped.

About the basket of laundry half-folded on the couch. A pair of your socks tucked inside one of his. Your blouse still soft from the dryer, draped across the armrest like you might come back and finish putting things away. Like you’d walk in and complain that he always left the fitted sheets for you to deal with.

About the dress you pulled from the closet the night before—how you held it up in the mirror and said, “If this still fits, maybe I’ll wear it next weekend. The red one. You like this one.” And how he didn’t say anything. Just looked at you like you’d already won the room.

It’s those things.

The little ones.

The ones that never get written down or photographed.

The pieces of a life you don’t realize you’re building until everything goes quiet.

“You can’t leave me yet,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I haven’t seen you hold our kid yet. I haven’t told you enough times that you saved my life just by saying yes.”

Day Two

He doesn’t sleep.

Javadi comes by. Says nothing. Just looks through the glass and nods. Collins leaves coffee on the table without a word.

He doesn’t leave your side.

Jack shows up again late that night. Sits with him in the dark.

Neither of them speak. Not until Robby, voice shredded and barely audible, says, “I can’t lose her, Jack.”

Jack just nods. “You won’t.”

“I always figured I’d go first,” Jack says quietly, like the words slipped past his guard. “She’s always been the brave one. Ran toward things I would've flinched from. I was the one who hung back—scanned the exits, counted the risks.”

His jaw clenches. He stares at the floor like he’s trying to make sense of it all from the grain of the tile.

“But when I saw her in that trauma bay…” His voice falters, and he has to force the next words out. “Even in combat, I never felt fear like that. Never felt that kind of helpless.”

Robby doesn’t speak at first. Just sits with it, like the silence might soften the blow.

Then, quietly:

“She told me once she felt safest when she was with the two of us. Like the world couldn’t touch her.”

Jack exhales, slow and uneven. His eyes drift toward the bed—toward where you lie, still and silent beneath the tangle of wires and monitors. Still unmoving. Still too quiet.

Like if he looks long enough, maybe something in you will stir. Maybe you’ll meet his gaze and say his name like it means something.

“She better wake up,” he murmurs. “Because she still owes me twenty bucks. And I’m not letting her off the hook just because she got hit by a truck.”

Day Three.

The room is still. Quiet in a way that feels deliberate—like the air itself is holding its breath. Pale morning light creeps in through the ICU blinds, catching on the sharp corners of machines and the softer curve of your shoulder beneath the hospital blanket. Everything hums: the ventilator, the heart monitor, the sound of plastic tubing shifting slightly when you exhale.

Jack arrives before sunrise.

He doesn’t announce himself. Doesn’t knock. Just moves through the doorway like someone crossing into sacred ground. He sets a cup of black coffee on the counter for Robby—no cream, two sugars, just the way you always made it for him—and then takes the same spot by the wall he’s stood in every day since you were brought in.

Robby hasn’t slept. He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, eyes ringed with exhaustion. His hand hasn’t left yours all night.

They don’t talk for a while. Don’t need to. Jack watches you breathe. Robby counts each rise and fall of your chest like he’s tethered to it.

The moment happens quietly.

Just after nine.

Your fingers twitch. Small. Involuntary, maybe—but real.

Robby jolts forward. “Jack.”

Jack is at his side in an instant, already reaching, already watching. “Do it again,” he whispers, knuckles white where they grip the bed rail. “C’mon, kid. Come back to us.”

And then you do.

Your hand tightens around Robby’s. Weak. Barely there. But deliberate.

Robby exhales like he’s been underwater for days. A strangled sound escapes him—half sob, half stunned relief—and he bows his head to your hand like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the world.

Jack grips the back of Robby’s chair with one hand, the other dragging down his face. His mouth is tight. His eyes wet. But his voice, when it comes, is steady in the way only older brothers can manage.

“She’s fighting.”

The nurses rush in. Langdon appears within minutes. Orders are called out. Sedation is reduced. The ventilator settings are dialed down. But Robby doesn’t move—not from your side, not from your hand.

The change is slow. But it’s there.

Color returning to your cheeks. Lashes twitching. A soft wrinkle between your brows like you’re dreaming, or hurting, or both.

When your eyes finally open, it’s dusk.

They’re glassy. Unfocused.

But they find him.

“Hey, baby.” His voice cracks. “You with me?”

You can’t speak. Not yet. But your eyes do the work.

Then—your fingers tighten in his again.

Jack moves to your side, each step careful. Measured. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t trust his voice not to crack the quiet wide open.

And for a second, something flickers across your face. Recognition. A tear.

It rolls down your cheek and Robby catches it with a shaking hand.

He kisses your fingers. Your knuckles. Your wrist.

“You came back to me.”

Jack looks at you, jaw tight, throat working. Then he mutters, almost to himself, “Damn right she did.”

He doesn’t say more.

He doesn’t have to.

You’re awake.

And they’re both there.

That’s everything.

Three Weeks Later.

The apartment smells like lavender and laundry detergent. Your favorite blanket is folded over the back of the couch, and someone—probably Jack—restocked the kitchen with your exact tea and oatmeal brand, like muscle memory. There are flowers on the table, half-wilted, and a stack of unopened get-well cards beside them that you haven’t yet had the energy to read.

You’re home. And you’re alive.

But nothing feels normal yet.

You’re thinner than you were. Your ribs ache when you turn too fast, and your hands shake when you try to open pill bottles. But you walk. You breathe on your own. You wake up in your own bed next to Robby instead of tangled in ICU tubing.

And Robby—Robby hasn’t let you out of his sight.

He tries to be subtle. Tries to hover without hovering. You catch the way his hand twitches when you lean down to pick something up. The way he stays awake two hours after you’ve fallen asleep, just to make sure your breathing stays steady.

“I’m not going to break,” you tell him one morning, finding him standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom door.

He doesn’t smile. Just steps forward and cups your cheek like it’s second nature—like his hand was always meant to rest there.

“You did,” he says, voice low and frayed at the edges. “You almost died. And I stood there and watched it happen.”

His thumb brushes against your skin, gentle. Reverent.

“So yeah,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “I’m sorry, but I’m gonna be careful with you for a while. You don’t get to scare me like that and expect me to walk away unchanged.”

You don’t argue. Just press your forehead to his and breathe with him.

Jack visits like clockwork. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. He always calls ahead, even though you stopped asking him to. He comes with practical things—groceries, multivitamins, takeout from that one Thai place you craved when nothing else would stay down.

He never makes a scene of it. Just moves through your kitchen like it’s routine. Like you didn’t code in the back of an ambulance while he was somewhere else—driving home, bone-tired and still smelling like antiseptic, unaware that your heart had stopped without him there to catch it.

He acts like nothing’s changed. Like you didn’t almost leave him without warning. But the way he watches you when you walk across the room says everything.

“You gonna let me in, or am I just supposed to enjoy the doorframe?” he jokes the first time you’re strong enough to answer it yourself.

“You gonna keep looking at me like I’ve got a ticking clock strapped to my chest?” you fire back.

Jack shrugs. Steps inside. Kisses the top of your head. “You’re still annoying. Good. I was worried.”

That night, you all end up in the living room—curled into Robby’s side on the couch, a blanket tucked around your legs, while Jack settles into the armchair nearby. His prosthetic leans against the side of the chair, balanced carefully where he left it, like it belongs there.

He sits back, one socked foot up, the other leg stretched out and relaxed. Comfortable in a way he rarely lets himself be.

The TV plays some half-watched game on mute, casting flickering light across the room, but no one’s really paying attention. The silence between you feels lived-in, not awkward. Familiar. But still edged with something tender. Like you’re all waiting to exhale at the same time.

The kind of night that feels quiet on purpose.

The kind that says: We’re still here.

“I think I scared you both more than I scared myself,” you murmur, eyes still on the screen.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Jack says, voice low. Honest. Not sharp, not teasing—just stripped down. Like it costs him something to say it out loud.

Robby’s grip around your waist tightens almost instinctively, like he can still feel the echo of that moment—the call, the drive, the trauma bay. His fingers curl against your side, anchoring himself to something warm and alive.

“You don’t get to do that again,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Ever.”

You turn your head then, eyes flicking between them—one sitting too still, the other holding on too tightly. And for the first time all day, you let yourself feel the full shape of what almost happened. What almost broke you.

“I didn’t say this earlier,” Jack says, softer now, voice rough around the edges. “But I meant it. Back at the hospital. You have him. You’re not doing this alone.”

You don’t look at him right away. Just nod, slow, like the words are settling into a place they hadn’t quite reached before. Your eyes sting, but you don’t blink them away.

“I know I’m not,” you murmur.

And you do.

Even on the days it’s hard to feel it.

Healing isn’t linear. Some days you get through without tears, almost like nothing ever happened. Other days, it hits you sideways—over coffee, in the shower, folding laundry—and you’re crying without knowing why.

You haven’t driven yet. Not because you can’t—because you don’t want to.

And everyone understands that.

Robby never asks. He just grabs the keys and opens your door first. Jack doesn’t comment, doesn’t tease—he just takes the driver’s seat without question when it’s his turn.

Even Dana understood. One Saturday, she showed up with oversized sunglasses and a tote bag full of snacks, knocked twice, and said, “Girls’ day. Non-negotiable. Collins is already in the car.”

And sure enough, Collins was in the passenger seat, sipping an iced tea and pretending not to be amused. Dana took the wheel, flipped the radio to something from the nineties, and announced you were starting with pedicures and ending with overpriced appetizers—��and maybe a shoe sale if we’re feeling emotional.”

But tonight, the air is still. Your body is tired, but not heavy. There’s a blanket over your legs, the low hum of the dishwasher in the next room, and two people who never let go—even when you tried to disappear.

You close your eyes.

And for the first time in weeks, you don’t brace for the fall.

[yvesssssssss]

Not giving them kisses

You’ve always been affectionate with your boyfriend—kisses on the cheek, quick pecks before he leaves, soft ones when you’re alone. But today? You decide to be a little mean and see how he reacts when you suddenly stop giving him kisses.

(nagumo, shin, shishiba, uzuki, gaku, seba)

Nagumo Yoichi – Annoyed, but Amused

At first, Nagumo doesn’t think much of it. You’re probably just distracted. But after a few hours, he starts noticing something’s off.

“Hey,” he drawls, tilting his head. “Where’s my usual good morning kiss?”

You just smile. “Oh, I forgot.”

He lets it slide once. But then you “forget” again after he teases you, again before he leaves for a mission, again after he pulls you onto his lap. By now, there’s an unmistakable pout on his lips.

“Ohhh, I see how it is,” he says dramatically, leaning in close, his breath warm against your skin. “Playing hard to get, huh?”

You turn your head at the last second, dodging him.

Nagumo freezes. Then, his hands suddenly grip your waist as he pulls you flush against him, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Guess I’ll just have to steal them, then.”

And just like that, you’re caught in an unfairly deep kiss, Nagumo smirking against your lips as he murmurs, “Nice try, sweetheart.”

Shin Asakura – Confused and Slightly Devastated

Shin notices immediately.

He blinks in confusion when you don’t greet him with a kiss. Then, when he leans in for one later, you turn away, making his lips barely brush your cheek.

His thoughts are loud. Did I do something wrong? Is she mad at me? Wait—did I forget our anniversary?!

“U-Um… did I mess up?” he asks hesitantly, scratching his cheek.

You shake your head. “No, why?”

He frowns. “You’re… not kissing me.”

You almost feel bad at how sad he looks, his brows knit together like a kicked puppy. But you want to see how long he lasts, so you just shrug.

Shin sulks the rest of the day, occasionally glancing at you with big, pleading eyes. When you finally give in and kiss his cheek, he nearly melts on the spot.

“I knew you still loved me,” he mumbles, clinging onto you like a lifeline.

Gaku – Dramatic and Over-the-Top

Gaku is offended.

You don’t even get to the second missed kiss before he loudly proclaims, “WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!”

You try to keep a straight face, but he’s looking at you like you just betrayed him in the worst way possible.

“C’mon, babe, don’t do me like this,” he groans, flopping onto the couch dramatically. “You always kiss me! This is abuse! This is torture! This is—”

“Gaku.”

He immediately sits up, hopeful. “Yeah?”

You lean in like you’re about to finally kiss him—only to stop inches away and pull back.

“…Oh, now it’s war.”

Within seconds, he’s grabbed you, pinning you under him as he grins. “You will give me my damn kisses, and if not…” His smirk widens. “I’ll just have to tickle ‘em out of you.”

Let’s just say you didn’t last long.

Uzuki Kei – Cold at First, but Softens Fast

Uzuki doesn’t react at first.

You skip your usual goodbye kiss? He says nothing. You avoid him when he leans in? He just hums in acknowledgment and moves on.

But the sharp glint in his eyes tells you he knows.

By the evening, he finally corners you, arms folded, staring down at you with quiet intensity.

“Are you trying to test me?” he asks, voice calm but laced with something unreadable.

You blink. “What?”

“I noticed.” He takes a slow step closer, then another. “You haven’t kissed me all day.”

You try to play dumb, but then he suddenly cages you against the wall, one hand resting beside your head.

“…Stop messing around,” he murmurs, leaning in so close you feel his breath. “Give me my kiss.”

You hesitate for a second too long, and before you can react, he captures your lips in a slow, thorough kiss, making sure you never pull this again.

Shishiba – Acts Unbothered, but Lowkey Sulks

Shishiba is too prideful to beg for affection. So when you stop kissing him, he just shrugs it off.

Or at least, pretends to.

“You’re acting weird,” he says casually after you dodge his second attempt at a goodbye kiss.

You just hum in response.

“…Tch.” He doesn’t say anything else, but throughout the day, you notice. The way he lingers a little longer, how his fingers brush against yours more often than usual, how his gaze subtly flickers to your lips before he looks away.

By nighttime, he’s had enough. When you’re about to head to bed, he suddenly pulls you in, his grip firm but not forceful.

“You done with whatever game you’re playing?” he mutters, voice low.

Before you can answer, he presses his lips against yours—gentle, but with an unmistakable possessiveness. When he finally pulls away, he gives you a pointed look.

“Don’t do that again.”

Natsuki Seba – Absolute Menace

Seba catches on instantly—and decides to turn it into a challenge.

“Ohhh, so that’s how it is?” he smirks when you dodge his usual morning kiss. “Alright then, babe. Let’s see who lasts longer.”

You expected him to pout, maybe tease you. What you didn’t expect was him making it his mission to make you crack first.

Suddenly, he’s brushing his lips against your ear when he whispers. His fingers trace your jaw whenever he talks to you. He leans in like he’s about to kiss you, only to smirk and pull back, mirroring your own trick.

By the end of the day, you’re a flustered mess. He, on the other hand, is thriving.

Finally, after catching you staring at his lips one too many times, he chuckles. “Ready to admit defeat?”

You huff. “Fine.”

He grins, tilting your chin up. “That’s my good girl.”

And the second your lips touch, you realize you definitely lost.

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Daisuke darling, you're my bestfriend

Daisuke X Reader; bestfriends to lovers

Themes: sex and etc... not proofread

Bestfriend!Daisuke

Man oh fucking man... Swansea ain't never happy when you two come around. Young Intern? Bad... TWO Young interns!? Oh, give him a break! When you're not being occupied by Anya and her mock exams for your nursing position; you and daisuke were running around playing tag and making stupid jokes. It hurt swansea's head when he heard that suspicious giggling outside the doors, "Jesus fucking-"

"Hey, swansenator!" Daisuke giggled through a tight smile. You stood beside him, licking your lips with a smile creeping across your face. Swansea would groan internally before relieving himself from his work to turn around and deal with you two.

"What!?" He growled. He folded his arms across his chest with a loud huff. Daisuke was choking, trying to keep it in, "You wanna know what's better than twenty-four?"

Swansea wanted to slam his head into the upper shaft of the tulper. You too, standing in his face with those dumb eyes staring back at him. Face puffed out and tears streaming down your cheeks.

"What daisuke, what could possibly bring better than twenty-fuckin' four!?" He'd entertain, just waiting for his dumbass to Crack.

"Pfft-! Twenty-fuckin' five!" He burst into tears, choking and coughing on his laughter. You as well, doubling over and crying laughter.

Now you were being chased down by an angry Swansea. Jimmy would be leaving his room, and you two zoomed past. You would throw a angry, "Move Bitch!"

And daisuke would be cackling as you run. "I'll kill em' you better run you little assholes! I'll show you what's better than twenty-fuckin' five! It's called never being able to see twenty-mothafuckin' six!"

And best believe when it's time to find your best friend, you know who to bother and just how to do it. Even if Swansea had his annoyance with daisuke, you were a demon.

In you came, "Swanseaaa! Where's daisuke? Told him we could have lunch together, so if you'll kindly relinquish your pen pal, that would be most heavenly!"

You'd come up poking his face as he grumbled and tried shrugging you off. "I DON'T KNOW AND DON'T EXPECT ME TOO!" He yelled.

you were adiment on finding your best friend so, if gramps couldn't accept it then oh well. "Cmon gramps! You gotta know, he tells you everything with his loud ass." You rolled your eyes, pushing off and sitting in daisukes seat.

"Then his loud ass shoulda' told you! Dontcha' think!?" He'd answer.

You leaned back in it, earning a loud and annoying creek. Swansea cringed, hoping he wouldn't notice his annoyance.

A smirk danced across your face as you hummed and leaned back forward with a louder creek, even slower than the last. On and on until Swansea slammed his hands on the desk, "Kitchen... he is in the god damn kitchen! Now get out!"

"Thank you, pop-pop!" You winked, getting up and walking away. Leaving Swansea frustrated and tired, "Damn kids..."

Bestfriend!Daisuke

If curly had a dime for every time he caught you and daisuke sneaking the sweetener out the cabinets, he wouldn't have to work for Pony Express. Every time he'd hear you two speaking quietly about how you'll get it to his room and how to avoid curly. You just didn't notice the poor guy standing there looking st you two from the breezeway like a disappointed dad.

"Shut the fuck up! He'll hear us!" You'd whisper at daisuke, who was currently wincing at the loud ass noise he made with the cabinet. He gently hushed you with a finger and said, "Dude fuck! I'm sorry! Don't yell at me!" He'd whimper about it later that you could've said it without yelling. But you'll disagree and tell him his dumbass can do it by himself if he gonna be noisy.

Nonetheless- poor curly stood there for a good second until you two were trying to exit the kitchen.

"I assume you two are going to-?" He questioned with a furrowed eyebrow. You two almost jumped out of your skin. You can't run from the captain, unwritten rule between you and daisuke. And don't run from nurse Anya either. That's not cool.

"We were- gonna, uh..." daisuke looked at you for a response. You shrugged back and said, "Yeah, we were um..." you didn't know either. To be fairly honest, y'all were gonna just eat then and then bounce off the walls listening to music.

Curly sighed deeply and outstretched his hands to the both of you to relinquish your sweet snacks.

"Dammit..." He'd hang his head, giving up the delicious packets to his captain. Later that day, curly made a cake for 'special' reasons.

"Never again, unless it's for birthdays." Curly would lean over to you. You'd nod and curly nodded back.

Bestfriend!Daisuke

He was always so nice to you and Anya. You'd occasionally catch them talking and would watch from a distance. As they talked, he'd catch you out the corner of his eye and finish up his conversation with Anya. Before he left her, he'd give her a tiny pat on the head and walk to you.

"Did you just pat a grown woman on the head?" You asked. Daisuke blushed before raising his hands in defense over his face, "Hush! You don't get it! She just reminds me of someone I know... caring and all that. It just felt like the right thing to do!"

Bestfriend!Daisuke

(I think that he likes Tyler and finds him a music idol. Yeah, he watched all his old videos of when he was a vine-star)

Acts like a miniature tyler, the creator. "Look, all I'm saying is, music isn't bad. You're just not listening, right?" He'd complain to Jimmy who didn't understand his love for that type of 'Music.'

"That shit is trashy and offensive." He'd say with a disgusted face. Daisuke would turn around with a bland expression, and he'd scrunch his nose up, "I'm not gonna take this from someone who doesn't listen to music. Fuckin' Oldhat."

You were in tears. Swansea spit up coffee, and Anya turned on a swivel. Jimmy sat there looking embarrassed and confused. Daisuke turned his head back to his music and continue bobbing and listening as if he didn't say a word.

Bestfriend!Daisuke

There was a tiny power outage on the tulpar. You and Daisuke where daisuke locked in the storage room. "Shit! It's locked!?" You hyperventilate. Daisuke stood their, trying his card to open it. He bit his bottom lip and turned to you, "Y-yeah, are you scared?"

You stood their a bit shakey. Daisuke came to your side, worried about you. He rubbed your back, pulling you close for a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's alright! Curly will figure this out, and we'll be right as rain!" He said cheerfully. He held you for a good while as you slowly calmed down.

Fuck, now it was awkward. He was just holding you and not moving. Breathing slow and slightly swaying with the small movements of the ship.

He was your best friend, but right now, in this moment... you weren't sure.

Bestfriend!Daisuke

He smelled good. What was that flowery scent? Maybe it was you, but he felt really warm. You never really analyzed Daisuke, but you were close enough to now. He had a slight muscle texture, must be the boxes Swansea forces him to pick up. Shit made sense. He had so much youth, and Swansea was so old. His chest fell and rose with yours almost in sync.

You gasped when he pulled you closer by your waist, one hand in your hair rubbing your head. It was a tiny one. You were glad it wasn't caught by him.

"You good?" He asked you. You felt his words vibrate through his chest, making you smile unconsciously. "Yeah! All good! Just... a little longer, please?" You asked. He didn't move. he just swayed you back and forth.

Bestfriend!Daisuke

The sound of electricity surging through the tulper pulled you from your thoughts as the lights slowly flickered on. Daisuke pulled back, looking around at the lights before giving you a smile. "See? All fine! Told you! Right as rain!" He exclaimed, opening the door and leaving you with your thoughts.

Oh my god, he's hot... but he was your best friend...

Bestfriend!Daisuke (NSFW)

"Oh my fuckin~" He shivered. Daisuke was in shambles. He never held a girl that close! Not since he was in high school. Why did it feel so sensitive now? Your scent still lingered on his shirt. It wasn't weird if he-

Sniff

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, that was that shit right there. He took a deeper breath, the sweet scent mixing with his sent shock down his spine. One hand traveling to his aching groin. He couldn't believe he was gonna do this.. but you smelled so good, and you were so soft. How come he couldn't just have this?

He made his way to his bed to lay down. Rubbing and gripping his hard-on, he thought about the things he could've done to you if you two weren't best friends...

If you two were closer than that and the lights went out, he'd hold you if you asked. But from behind if you were facing that way. Sway with you, holding your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. Then he'd slowly start trailing kisses down your neck, smiling against your soft skin.

"Mngh~!" He whimpered, pulling his dick out to stroke slowly. His eyes unfocused, listening to the wet sounds he was creating off a sick thought.

Just your body against the wall, bent over and presenting yourself to him. His back arched instinctively, "Oh fuck~," stars danced across his vision. The thought of the sounds you'd make for him... he was tense.

"Daisuke~ Mm so scared, hold me~" You moaned. He'd love to grab your hair and just ram into you like a mad dog. You were so cute... scared of the dark? Cutie, how do you sleep without him?

He started gasping and stuttering for air. His body twitched before finishing on his stomach.

His head felt fuzzy. Eyes rolled back in ecstacy. It wasn't until he came down that he realized what he had just done.

He just came to the thought of you. All because he held you because you were scared of the dark!? He rubbed his hand on his shirt and cringed on the inside at the mess in his lap.

"Too much cum... wayy too much, Jesus fucking christ! I can't tell her, I can't she'll think I'm weird! And Swansea! Argh!" He groaned, hands on face and laying back down. "Ew! I thought I wiped it off!" He recoiled when his cum stained hand touched his face. Fuck, this as gonna be akward.... what the hell is he gonna do now?

Outside the room...

Curly was just walking past when he heard daisuke talking to himself. "-And Swansea! Argh!"

"What if he thinks I'm weird for liking my coworker!? Any how!? Fuckkk!" He yelled to himself.

Curly knew who he was talking about. Curly smiled, "Poor kiddos... There's about to be a lot of sneaking around from here on out huh?"

He continued his walk to the cockpit with a smile.

Prt 2?

*updated*

[peterparkersnose]

Alone with you.

pairing: Michael Gavey x f Felix's friend group!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, fluff before smut, p in v, virginity loss, unsafe sex, mentions of pornography, lots of awkwardness, lowkey slut shaming, hookup themes, michael's hefty ego, 18+

a/n im actually posting? whaaaaat? today was a snow day, enjoy the snowy smut I wrote for my fav today ;)

summary Y/N watched Michael get rejected by Oliver in the bar and couldn't handle that sad look on his face.

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read time: 18 mins 31 seconds

The mere look on this stranger’s face was enough to make Y/N’s gut roll. The sheer and utter disappointment of losing the company of… Oliver Quick? THE Oliver that had hung out with her group a few times, the Oliver that nobody wanted to sit with. She glared at Oliver as he sat down, his eyes were immediately fixated on none other than Felix. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Oliver, but then her eyes flicked back up to the tall stranger. His face had faltered and his tiny wave was close to heartbreaking. Absolutely not.

Y/N stood, and Farleigh grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked, as he noticed your gaze on this mysterious stranger just moments ago. 

“Away.” She shrugged off Farleigh’s touch, Farleigh gave her a look of confusion as he noticed her sudden demeanor of change. Y/N grabbed her coat and purse, storming out of the bar. 

“The fuck is her problem?” Felix asked, noticing you leaving. Farleigh shrugged. “Fuckin’ tweaking over Gavey.”

Y/N ran out into the snow, it had definitely picked up since she and her friends had entered the bar nearly fifteen minutes ago. She saw the man walking, his shoulders slumped as his long lanky legs strode through the snow. “Hey!”

He didn’t turn around, as Michael would never expect a ‘hey’ to be for him. It wasn’t until she caught up to his side, that she caught his attention.

“Oy! Are you deaf?”

Michael stopped. He squinted in his fogged-up glasses, wiping them off just to make sure he had the sight in front of him correct. Y/N L/N? He quickly tried to compose himself, trying to make it obvious that he wasn’t just crying. As he wiped his glasses, he made a subtle wiping of tears that wasn’t as subtle as he would like it to be. He watched her face fall.

“Oh… no,” Y/N spoke softly, which was different from her tone just seconds ago when she tried to flag him down. “You don’t know me, but I’m Y/N.”

Of course Michael knew her. He psychoanalyzed almost everyone and everything in his surroundings, and she sat in the front of one of his boring gen-ed reading classes. He judged her on the first day he met her, as she sat next to Farleigh and they constantly snickered with each other during class. He had a distaste for the American, as Michael was convinced that his ego could have possibly been the only one bigger than his. Her sympathetic and sweet voice caught him off guard, Michael's face stiffened at first, but he soon realized that it was in his best interest to play dumb and not sound like a creep. 

“Oh, right. Y/N from Felix’s group. What do you want?” Michael said with a distaste for her presence. “For you to look at me.” Y/N replied as Michael���s eyes couldn’t meet hers on the snowy street. “And why should I do that?” he snapped at her a bit, she knew exactly how to deal with closed-off people like him. Something about this man intrigued her, she didn’t even know his name. 

“Because,” she smiled a bit, trying to guide herself into his line of sight. “Fuck ‘em.”

Michael was confused. What did she mean Fuck ‘em? Those were her friends, was this some sort of setup? A dare to go after the loser? “Excuse me?” he asked, his defenses keeping a stable tone. 

“Fuck. Them.” she said confidently. Her attitude intrigued her. “Aren't those your friends?”

Y/N shrugged. “Sort of. Definitely not Oliver though,” she cringed at the thought of the weird little man. “Please tell me you are not crying over Oliver fucking Quick, random man whose name I do not know. ” she rolled her eyes, her voice was sympathetic but yet sarcastic.

“No, I wasn’t. And my name’s Michael.”

“Yes you were, Michael.” she replied quickly. 

Michael sighed. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, it was definitely something he would be revisiting and replaying in his head during his nightly session alone this evening. He still didn’t like her. He didn’t have to like her to think she was hot, she was definitely wanking material. Even if she did seem like a stuck-up brat to him. 

“You know, if you’re just here to make me feel worse, could you just bug off and go back and tell your stupid little friends that you successfully made me feel worse and–”

She looked genuinely offended, it’s what made Michael’s sentence suddenly falter. “Is that really all you think I am? Some… some bimbo who just sticks around for a chance to make someone’s night more obviously worse than it already is?”

Michael was speechless. Did she truly have good intentions? He didn’t know what to say back, he was genuinely taken back by what she had said. “I don’t get it… why are you being nice to me?” Michael breathed out, his breath imitating smoke because it was so cold. “Because I hated that look on your face.” she replied bluntly. Michael then realized she wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Michael began to feel bad about his former thoughts about her, guilty for just seeing her as some idiot who would purposely hurt someone. But wasn’t she? To him, she seemed like a bitch. 

Michael stared at her with a puzzled expression, he couldn't imagine why anyone would feel sorry for him. Her sympathy is starting to make him uncomfortable. “Thanks?” he said with a questioning tone. “Oliver’s quite a weird bloke,” she said plainly. This made Michael chuckle. It was one of the things he originally liked about Oliver, is that he didn’t mind his weirdness and strange habits and quirks. If she didn’t like Oliver’s strange demeanor, his was much worse. Why was she sticking around? 

“He’s got some sort of weird man crush on Felix. Nobody can figure out if he wants to be him, fuck him, or both.” Y/N spoke like she knew exactly what she was talking about. Her confidence was uncanny. Michael was taken aback by her confidence and her statement. Was his friend, or former friend now, truly in love with Felix Catton? Wasn’t everybody? He certainly wasn’t, and from the tone of this girl, she didn’t appreciate at least his friend group very much. “Weird man crush? What do you mean? Are you trying to say that Oliver is... gay?” 

“He could be,” she shrugged, the snow began to let up. “No hate if he is. I just kind of assumed, I guess that’s not very correct but…” Y/N shrugged once again, trying not to sound too judgy or prejudiced. She truly wasn’t and didn’t want him getting the wrong impression of her. Michael makes a face expressing disbelief and surprise. “You're kidding me. Oliver...gay? Oliver can't even talk to other girls. Are you sure you're talking about the same Oliver?”

“That’s probably why he can’t talk to girls.” she pointed out. Michael was a genius, he should have put two and two together with his friend. Perhaps his intelligence didn’t correlate with his social skills. Y/N noticed this, knowing he was quite an awkward dude. With the liquid courage in her, she asked him one more question.

“May I?”

The snow fell around them as he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh… sure?” He didn’t expect her to grab his hand, suddenly running through the square and through campus. They both didn’t notice Felix’s whole group watching them through the window with the most confused faces ever and frankly, neither one of them cared to look back at that stupid pub. 

“Hey! Wait!” he yelled out, her little legs moved surprisingly fast for her height. She ran back towards campus, and within at least a minute or two Michael was huffing for air. “S-slow down!”

She stopped running but kept her hand in his. They were in the middle of the courtyard that was empty, the only disturbance in the fresh snow was their footprints. 

“Do you want to do something fun?” she asked, smiling as she looked up at him. Her smile, the dim lighting, how sweetly she spoke… Michael could nearly melt on the spot. He couldn’t help being amazed by your boldness. Felix's group is full of girls with the same vain and superficial personality, the opposite of you, but you seem pretty unique. “Fun? But what would we do? It's too late for the cinema, and it's probably going to keep snowing all night.” Michael wondered. “You just said it.” She replied, making Michael even more confused. He just said it?

“Do you mean play in the snow?” he asked her, looking down at her as the small periodic flakes moved about. 

Y/N needed a way to crack his awkward tone, get him comfortable with her, and save his night. It was hoped that she would make a new friend, but she wasn’t quite sure yet. She nodded, answering his question. He must think I’m nuts, she thought to herself. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over her, she was about to just apologize for the stupid suggestion when he spoke.

“O-okay.”

Her face lit up, she truly hadn’t played in the snow since she was a child. Even though she had just met him, she felt safe with him. He was creepy by all means, but something about him intrigued her, possibly attracted him to her. She took his hand and pulled him to the ground with him, she giggled as he looked unimpressed. “Really?” he said annoyed, but her smile was enough to excuse her childish behavior. She laid down and began to make a snow angel. Michael looked at her like she was some foreign specimen in a museum. What on earth is she doing? What if someone saw them?

“Come on Mikey!” she cheered, having the time of her life flailing her limbs in the snow. How she said Mikey nearly drove him crazy, her voice was one he could never forget even if they never saw each other again after today. Reluctantly, he laid down next to her in the snow and made a snow angel. Michael felt stupid for falling in the snow like a little kid, but the idea of making a snow angel with another person in the middle of the night was exciting to him. Your smile fills him with joy. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as her, but he gave in to her strange demand. Michael would never admit it, but he was secretly having the time of his life. 

Y/N stood after she finished her snow angel, Michael didn’t notice it at first until she pulled out her little camera and took a flash picture of her snow angel and him on the ground next to it. Michael stood up–why did she take a picture? “Delete that.”

“Make me,” she smirked, taking another sudden flash picture of his face as he sat up. “Do you usually take pictures of strangers or am I just lucky?” he asked, pursing his lips in annoyance and adding that sarcastic bit at the end. She didn’t notice his annoyance at all or just chose to ignore it. “You’re just lucky. And you’re not a stranger anymore.” Y/N snickered and began to walk off. Michael, of course, followed her. Her comment about no longer being a stranger to her made him smirk softly. The gall of this girl. Michael rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the camera away from her, but she was too quick to put it in her pocket. “Do you plan on taking a million pictures of me now? Because I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious.”

“Why? You’re a pretty man,” she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and he was an idiot for questioning it. That compliment took Michael completely off guard. He froze in his tracks and stared at you, his face immediately turning red and his mouth opened slightly. 

“What?” Y/N chuckled, expecting his reaction. Watching him squirm was just so much fun for her. “Wait... What did you say?” Michael questioned, his tone shaky due to his nerves and the cold. He thought now that he must have misheard her. 

“I said you’re a pretty man.” she replied, like he was stupid for not understanding her attraction to him. In reality, her confidence was just to hide the feelings of feeling a bit rejected. 

Michael stared at her in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the words she just said. Her sudden compliment makes him feel even more self-conscious, his cheeks red and his heart beating much faster. He can barely believe his ears. “You cannot be serious. I am not pretty. It's obvious that I'm not, I don't know why you're trying to make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you?” she asked seriously. “Never.”

Michael noticed her shiver, he still couldn’t get over that someone from Felix Catton’s friend group had called him pretty. This whole evening was a fever dream to him. “Never?” he asked.

“Never,” she confirmed. The two began to walk together around the cold campus in silence for a bit, until Michael spoke up. He was getting cold as well as she was. “So, what's next on our list of silly things to do?” he asked, feeling a bit of an ego boost from her words. “I’m getting cold. We could either stay here and build a snowman… or go back to my dorm?”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Y-your dorm? Is it close?” he asked. She nodded. “Mhm.” The way she hummed her lips as she spoke made Michael’s stomach flutter. Michael can't help but stare at her when she suddenly says that, the heat rises to his cheeks again, it feels so weird that he is on a snowy night alone with the girl from Felix's group and she asks you to go to her room. “Are... Are you serious? You really want to... To go to your room?” he asked, waiting for her to tell him that she was joking. But she never did. “I am fucking freezing my tits off. Please?” she whined. The mere mention of her tits made him gulp and somehow sweat in this cold weather. He was taken aback by her unexpected choice of words and replied politely. “Okay, yeah. I guess it is a little cold.” he chuckled, stating the obvious as it was well into the negatives. Y/N took Michael’s hand once again, like it was almost second nature, and showed him across campus this time. Michael was thankful she didn’t run this time, he still felt out of breath from that sudden jog earlier. Michael smiles at how impulsive she is, as he lets her take his hand and pull him across campus, the cold biting their faces and their breath rising as they walk through the streets. Although it seems a little weird to Michael to go with her to her room, he can't help but feel happy to have found Y/N on a night as terrible as this one has been up until now.

They reached her dorm. She unlocked it and opened the door, escaping the coldness. She went and flicked on a lamp as Michael entered the single-roomed dorm. Michael stares at her dorm once she switches on the lamp. The place looks cozy and elegant and Michael can't help but wonder what a pretty girl like you lives alone, away from her friends. Michael starts to ask a question, to be a little flirty with you, thinking you may be embarrassed. “So... Do you always bring guys home on such snowy nights? I think that you're supposed to wait for at least three days... You're not really making it easy for me here.” She took his coat. “Huh?” Michael can't help but be amused at the idea that you took his coat from his hands without asking, but he lets you take it and replies in a playful tone. “I was referring to our romantic moment here, you know, there's supposed to be a three-day rule before bringing a guy home. Otherwise, I'll think you're desperate.”

Y/N made a bit of a face at his egotistical words, Michael was borderline calling her a whore. She decided to mess with him a bit. “Who said this was a romantic moment?” Michael felt his heart skip a beat. He softly bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, leaning against the chair of her desk. “I–I… uhm…”

Y/N laughed, approaching him and draping his arms around his shoulders. “I’m fucking with you,” she said teasingly, looking up into his gaze. Michael felt himself immediately relax as he swallowed, letting out a deep breath followed by an awkward chuckle. Michael felt a sudden wave of heat spread to his body when she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she was so close like this, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her and felt the cold receding little by little. “You’re calling me desperate…?” she playfully accused him, cocking her head a bit. “Would you say you're desperate then?” he replied, trying to shake off his shock at her previous answer that rendered him awkward. Y/N chuckled. “Hun. Me? Desperate?” There was a pause. “Are you desperate?”

Her smirk was enough to melt him. Michael can't help but feel amused at her attitude. He leaned his face closer to hers as he replied, while his sudden hand on her waist drew her closer to him. “Desperate? Why would I be desperate? I'm the one here with the pretty girl in my arms.”

She hummed a bit, looking into his eyes with a soft smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, it felt like a joke to Michael when she asked that. She was one of the prettiest girls on campus in his opinion. Her face was so geometrically perfect in a mathematical sense that it made Michael wonder what her parents had to have looked like. She didn’t look like one who would mess around with plastic surgery, even at such a young age. Michael smirked as he leaned his face even closer to hers, with one hand now caressing her cheek and looking her right in the eyes directly. She can hardly breathe with your lips barely inches away from his.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he spoke seriously, his words bouncing off his lips and onto hers. Michael's smirk deepens as he leans even closer, just a few inches from her smooth lips, and his voice lowers. “May I?” he asked, reiterating her question from earlier in the evening when she asked for his hand to pull him away from the pub. She answered by kissing him, her lips touching his. She could tell he was a bit inexperienced, but he kept up with the pace nicely. It was almost like he was eager to learn. Michael instantly froze when she kissed him so softly, so perfectly. He suddenly felt that his heart was beating like crazy. He closed his eyes and kissed her, pulling her even closer, feeling both her body warmth and the kiss against his lips. She could see a little excitement in his eyes when he finally broke the kiss. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Y/N asked sweetly, not trying to embarrass him. She just wanted an honest answer, not to tease him. “Never. Not really. I never had such a pretty girl come into my life and kiss me like you did. Are you asking me if I'm experienced or not?”

Michael felt like he had won when he saw her true blush rise to her cheeks, they were no longer red from the cold. “I don’t mean to be rude but… are you?” she asked hesitantly, making sure to ask with utmost care and to sound as sincere as she could. Michael is surprised by her bluntness, but this is exactly why he likes her, her personality is completely opposite to Oliver's vapid friends. He's so impressed by her that he decides to be direct, he doesn't want to hide anything from you now. “Well, if you must know, I... I don't have a lot of experience with women. To be perfectly honest with you, no one has ever cared enough to kiss me until now.”

Y/N pouted her lip a bit in a sweet way, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “Awwe, Mikey.” 

Michael is so moved by the way she called him ‘Mikey’ and touched his hair. That made him completely lose his composure. He feels a surge of emotion as you look at him intently, and even without realizing it, his face gets very close to yours. His hands move on their own, caressing the beautiful face in front of him, and he can't help but whisper softly. “What you said…” Michael took a deep breath, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit this. “You're the first–first girl t-to care about me like that and to kiss me like that.”

Y/N smiled. She felt special to be his first kiss, even if she kind of expected him to be inexperienced. It was then that she decided he was it. She didn’t need her rich, egotistical friends. All she needed was her bratty boy who stood right in front of her. “I find that hard to believe since you’re such a pretty boy.” she smirked, again enjoying watching him squirm. Michael smiled softly and answered in a teasing tone. “Do you want this as much as I do?”

He felt himself using the joking spin on his tone to make it easy for her to back out, he hadn’t realized she was head over heels for him already. He wouldn’t for a very long time, in fact. The sheer thought that a girl as pretty as her would even look his way seemed like divine intervention. 

“Of course I do.” she smiled, kissing him again. This time though, he led her over to her bed, not breaking the kiss as she sat down on her bed. “You kinda know what you’re doing.” she tried to give him some props, to make him a bit more comfortable. Michael chuckled softly and his face blushed a little as she said that, he replied in a playful tone, but he couldn't hide the nervous tone in his voice. “Heh, it's just instinct. I think it would be hard not to know a little bit about this considering your beauty. It's hard to not keep my hands off you.” 

Again, he made her blush and he was in bliss. 

“Instinct or the internet?” she smirked, pushing him down on her bed. His eyes grew wide as she did, he felt his heart nearly burst out of his chest. Michael blushed again when she began to tease him into oblivion. The softness of the covers makes him feel extremely cozy and the warmth of her body feels like heaven. He looks at you and answers your teasing tone. “Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a pervert and maybe I watched a few adult videos before... But it's also instinct.”

She chuckled at his formality, saying ‘adult videos’ instead of porn. She smirked as she replied, having now sat on his thighs. “That’s adorable.” Y/N began to pull at his shirt. Michael's face is completely red at this point, she can see how he is lost in his emotions and her touch feels so good that he is completely distracted. Y/N can see how he leans his body forward as you pull his shirt off with both hands, enjoying the warmth of his skin being touched. He closes his eyes and whispers softly. “I-If this is what it feels like to be with a gorgeous girl like you, then I wish it happened to me much earlier.”

The praise this boy was giving her was already making her wet. She didn’t know if he was doing it intentionally or not, but she loved being worshiped by him. She had never felt this from any other man, Michael was the first to truly feel like he was honored to be under her will. Y/N quickly threw off her shirt, leaving her in her favorite bra. Michael couldn’t believe he was going to see boobs in real life for the first time. He could not believe his situation right now, as she was the prettiest girl in Felix's group, he never imagined that you would pull him to your room in the middle of a snowy night, and much less that you would strip him right there on your bed. He had now seemingly lost his pants, leaving him in his boxers. When your hands move to pull his boxers off, Michael's breath catches in his throat and all he can do is look at you and admire that beautiful body of yours which is so close now.

“Wait,” he spoke quietly. “Let me just look.”

His hand moved to her waist, taking in her body like a goddess. Y/N turned red. 

“No, please don’t be embarrassed,” Michael spoke caringly, he felt terrible for making her turn red. “Y-you’re just the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Y/N could have melted from his words. And in his praise she smiled, letting her bra fall from her chest and threw it on the floor. Michael’s hands moved to the bottom of her breast, not touching it yet. His thumb rested under it, wrapping the rest of his hand around the side of her chest and to her back. He softly moved his thumb back and forth on her chest, avoiding her breast. “Can I?” he asked respectfully. Y/N nodded, smiling at his innocence and how much he even respected her to ask if he could touch her. 

His hand touched her breast and he let out a little whimper. His glasses were completely fogged. “My god,” he said in awe, brushing his thumb against her nipple. She didn’t expect him to be this enthralled by her. For his good behavior, she leaned her bare chest on his, using it as a balance as she slid off her jeans, leaving her in only her panties. She felt Michael gulp. “Are you okay?”

Michael nodded fervently. “Yes, yes perfect.” he stuttered a bit, pushing his glasses up on his face. She kissed him, her hands moving to his tiny waist as she used her tongue for the first time to kiss him, he moaned into her lips. She pulled away and chuckled. “You’re fucking adorable,” she said, pulling his boxers down now. 

She sighed as she felt his cock move against her underwear, Michael nearly shot up in bed. She chuckled. “Is everything okay?”

His glasses now crooked, he could barely speak. She grinded a bit on his hard cock, eliciting a noise from him Michael didn’t even know he could make. He nodded.

“P-please…” he whimpered. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted to be straightforward or tease him a bit. He looked so needy, so desperate as one of his hands moved to her waist. “I’m begging you–”

She moved her panties to the side, letting the head of his cock move through her wet folds. He nearly busted a nut right then and there. He moaned like no other, almost like he was in pain. But it was quite the opposite. “Do you want it?” she asked him, appeasing herself and teasing him slightly. She sighed, rolling her head back as the tip of his cock swiped past her clit. 

“Yes! Yes! God, yes, more than anything, please.” he begged, trying his hardest not to move her hips and just push himself into her. She finally gave in to his demands, letting herself sink down onto his cock. He pushed his head back, barely breathing as she moved slowly on top of him, his breath caught as she began to ride him. “S-so good…”

She felt his cock push against her g-spot almost immediately, which was strange as she didn’t get a good look at it before. He was surprisingly large. She moaned as it made contact, pressing her hand down on his chest. “Ohhh, baby.” she spoke softly, leaning her head back. Michael’s gaze snapped back up to her, watching her ride his cock. He felt himself growing close already, as she had already been riding him for nearly a minute. He was in ultimate bliss, watching her bounce on his cock. 

“I can’t–!” Michael mumbled. He suddenly realized that he was going in raw, and he was about to cum.

“It’s okay, Mikey. It’s safe.” she could barely speak, as she would explain later that she was on birth control. As she called him ‘Mikey’ again, it was the final push. He grunted as he came, pulling her down on top of him as he did. She didn’t expect this aggressiveness, but understood his need for her. He buried his head in her shoulder as he moaned, pumping his cock into her slowly for a last few times, she felt him kiss her neck. “S’good,” she spoke, pretending to cum with him. Even though it was pleasurable for her, she didn’t cum as quickly as him. She didn’t want to ruin his ego, so she gave him the illusion of faking it. But she wasn’t worried. This wasn’t the last time this would ever happen, he had plenty of other times to make her cum. 

He slowly soaked in her, holding her body against his trembling one. Michael was in shock, not being able to believe what just happened. He had no clue his night would end up like this, and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Who knew Oliver Quick abandoning him at a pub was the best thing that ever happened to him? 

She slowly rolled off of him, squishing against the wall in their very limited space on the dormitory’s bed. Y/N chortled when she saw Michael’s face, his glasses were even more crooked and he looked like he had just seen god. “You alright?”

“More than alright, actually.” he spoke out, breathing heavily. She moved a blanket over the two, as the cold was seeping in from her window. She nuzzled up against his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “I’m glad I got this time alone with you.”

As she said that, Michael knew he had completely fallen for this girl and he would never let her go. How she cared for him, how she spoke, and just the whole events of that evening had made him want to start saving money for a ring.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look, Don't Touch 3

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: my back hurts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

Bucky's snores roll through the apartment. He's just as irritating asleep as he is awake. Your back racks and your legs cramp as you slump in the chair. Your eyes droop now and again only the roll open and flick to the blue digits of the clock. 

The minutes tick by like hours. His peaceful tempo irks you. It adds to the restlessness of your captivity.  

You don't blame him entirely. You're a dumb fucking bitch. Why didn't you do some scouting before you waltzed in? Wait it out to make sure it's clear. 

You go back and retrace your steps, over and over. Fuck. You're so stupid. So stupid. But not as stupid as that fucker thinks. 

Or as weak. 

He has that chip on his shoulder. He thinks his trauma overrides everyone else's. That no one else has been through shit. What you've been through you don't fucking think about because it's not worth it. He doesn't realise he's wasting his energy being such a miserable shit. 

You stare through the window for a while. The city sparkles here. Not like in your apartment where it blares like a broken television. 

Your head sinks down as your fatigue clouds your obstinacy. Your eyelids meet and your body slackens as much as it can within your bounds. The last look at the clock read about 3am. 

Your mind swirls in a miasma. Thick and viscous. Your skull thumps like sledge on concrete. Then all at once you're awake and shivering. 

The ice cold water seeps into your clothes as you gasp and gulp. Your lashes are webbed with moisture as you drip with the frigid rivulets. Bucky chuckles as a bucket hangs from his grip. 

"Morning sunshine." 

Your teeth chatter as you sneer back at him. You glance over at the city skyline. It's still a dusky mix of grey and blue. 

"0500. Up and at 'em," he proclaims chipperly. 

You shut your mouth and bite down on your shivers. This is what he wants. He's trying to break you. Well it's not gonna happen so soon. You've seen the videos on the dark web. You won't be scared by this emo bitch.  

"Gotta keep a routine." He taunts. 

You roll your eyes. Your gaze catches on the shine on the floor. You must've been out like a light. There's plastic under you. Maybe not just for the water. Well, you're not squeamish. 

"I usually start with a run. What do you do when you crawl out of your hole at one in the afternoon? Probably just the thought of Steve gets your heart pumping," he grits. 

"It helps," you snicker. "I've seen the real thing so... I'm certain my imagination is much better. The vibrator too." 

"Fucking smart ass," he mutters and stomps away. 

It's not a victory but it isn't defeat. You can match his energy, even if he's got you tied up like a dog. You wiggle in seat as that thought tickles something in you. You're twisted just like he said but he doesn't get to do that to you. Only Steve.  

He shuffles around in the bedroom. He emerges in track pants and a long sleeve tee. The legs are a bit too long for him. Steve's got a few inches on him, probably in more way than one. 

"I'll do about an hour," he taps on his watch. "Now you don't go getting into trouble." 

He scoffs and heads for the door. You tempo your breath as the goosebumps prickle over you in waves. Your clothes are soaked through. The door snaps shut and you huff. 

There's not much you can do. You close your eyes again. You're not going to sleep but you'll save your energy. As you languish in the slow drip of water pattering onto the plastic, your clothes grow stale and tepid. The wet fabric is sandpaper on your skin. 

He returns, whistling. He doesn't acknowledge you as he sets up in the kitchen. He puts his earbuds in the case and lets his music blast from the speaker. It's the kind of rock music a teenager listens to when they try to show off. 

You don't move. You're not going to let him see you squirm. He rattles around in the kitchen. 

"Gotta get lots of protein after a workout," he calls through as a pan sizzles. The aromas crawl over you and fill your lungs. Your tongue floods with saliva. "Lots of eggs, bacon, hm, oh Steve got the good greek yogurt." 

You don't answer his mocking monologue. You know what he's doing. Well if he thinks you've never gone hungry, that's his own martyr complex fueling his ego. 

He comes out with a full plate and sits across from you. He plants his feet wide, his plate in one hand as he shovels greedily with the fork. He stuffs his mouth and hums. 

You watch him calmly. He smirks and keeps pigging away on the food. There's enough for both of you and then some. You grimace. 

"How are you feeling? Hungry?" He asks. 

"Repulsed. You have grease on your chin." 

He pokes his tongue as he try to lick it up. You nearly gag at the remnants of food in his mouth. You don’t, you won't, look away. 

"I can hear your stomach," he says through a mouthful. "And your heart. Your lungs, too." 

"Yeah, I know you're a freak. Do you even know how the Russian fucks mangled you or did that go out the window with all the murder?" 

He gnashes his teeth down and narrows his eyes. His smile faded. It's your turn to grin. 

"Real fucked up from what I saw. There were some leaked classified docs after that weirdo Sokovian went off and planted those bombs." You tisk. "Children? Really? That's really der--" 

He's fast. Well, he is a super soldier. In an instant, he's in front of you, the plate is on the floor, and the fork is standing in your thigh as pain sears through your muscles. 

You yipe then muffle it to a groan. You take a deep breath as your lashes flick and you stare at the blood staining around the tines. You exhale through your lips and look at him. You don't stop smiling. 

You cackle, "hoooooo, I got you, Buck. I fucking got you." 

He stands straight and kicks the plate, scattering whats left of the eggs and bacon. He stomps away and balls his fists, grumbling and snarling. You laugh if only to keep from whimpering. 

There's pain beneath the swell of adrenaline. It's going to really hurt in a few minutes but right now, you feel great. You're awake. 

📷

Bucky appears again. His hair is damp and his skin is speckled with the aftermath of a shower. He has only a towel around his waist. Are you supposed to be impressed? 

He doesn't say a word as he moves around the apartment. He goes to the windows and looks out at the city. You stare at the couch dully. You're getting bored and your leg is throbbing. 

He circles around as you raise your brows, biding off the fatigue. Suddenly, he's behind you. He reaches around a rips the fork free. You grunt as blood pools up and spreads further along the denim.  

He wipes the tines on your sleeve, "I didn't get the artery, in case you're scared." He strides around and twirls the cutlery, "strange cause judging by your pulse, you're pretty fucking content with yourself." 

"Ha, is that what you want, hm?" You pout mockingly. "You wanna make a girl's heart race. Poor widdle winter baby don't got no place in this world. He wants to be wanted--" 

"You talk a pretty big game for someone as tiny as you are." He comes around and bends to look you in the eye. "What do you got going on? Who's going to even know you didn't make it home?" 

You hiss through a gritted smile, "you say that like I care. I've been pretty honest with you and myself. Maybe try a bit of introspection." 

"There's different types," he backs up and sits again. "The quiet ones. The violent ones. The talkers. Now, there's different kinds of talkers. The ones who threaten, then there's the ones who ramble. They talk so they don't gotta feel--" 

"You got me, Mr. Barnes. I'm so fucking scared of you I'm gonna piss my pants. You wanna watch again?" 

He chortles, "there ya go." 

"There I go." You sneer. "What's the game plan here, buddy? Starve me out? Think it'll happen before baby boy gets back? You gonna save some for him? Let him know you saved his ass. For once it wasn't the other way around huh?" 

"Shut up." 

"Or maybe that's a bad plan, huh? Steve might lose his shit a little. Realise he's not untouchable. I mean, a worm like me crawled right in--" 

"I said shut up," he snips. 

"You said it, I'm a talker. I gotta talk so I don't shake in my boots. Must feel like a big man. I mean I don't got Hydra juice in my veins and you could snap me like a twig," you scoff. "It's gotta make you a little hard." 

He tilts his head and squints, "you ever think of anything else?" 

"Don't worry, you're not in here," you nod your head. "It's all for the Captain. Second best again, sergeant." 

"You can't help yourself," he leans his elbows on his legs. 

"Well, I broke in, didn't I? Pretty clear I'm a bit off--" 

"No fucking shame." 

"It's really weird, don't you think? We only talk about shame when it's a woman. Men, they can do whatever the fuck they want and they're called outgoing and brave or committed, whatever." 

"Cut that shit," he snips. 

"It's true. But maybe that's not what this is. Maybe this is something else. Something more personal. Maybe you're jealous," you try to shrug. "The winter bozo got no fans to stalk him. Mm, sad." 

He stares at you then his gaze falls to your leg. He stands up and marches off. No answer. Typical. That's the thing about men, they can't admit when they're wrong. Can't own up to their faults but everyday a woman has to pay penance for just existing. 

He stomps back to you and slaps his hand down on your injured leg. The burning sensation of his palm tears a yowl from your and you look down as thick grains of salt tumble out between his fingers. He mashes the salt into your wound. You gnash your teeth and grunt. 

"FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!" You seethe through your clamped jaw. 

He laughs, "this is kinda fun." He puts his forehead against yours. "And I can't help but agree with you, doll. Why the fuck am I fighting my programming?" He squeezes your leg and you wheeze. "Let's get nice and cozy with the soldier. He's got all the good ideas." 

You snort and twitch, halfway between agony and amusement. You push against him and snap your teeth. 

"Finally, something interesting." You rasp. 

He smirks and pushes of you. You groan as he turns cracks his neck. He tosses the salt onto the plastic sheet. You watch his metal hand open and close. 

He spins and struts into the kitchen. He comes back with your notebook. A strike of rage swells in you. Fuck. 

He stands in front of you and licks his fingertips. He clears his throat and flutters through the pages. 

"'I went to his place. It's nice. Different than being outside. His bed is big, it's a wonder he never fucks in it. Seems like Cap is afraid of commitment.'" He guffaws. "You really think you know him?" 

"Stream of consciousness." You utter. 

"Sure," he skims the lines on the pages. "'I think I had my biggest O in his bed. Just with my fingers. I could smell him around me. If I closed my eyes, he was there--'"  

He shifts and the towel twitches. Your lips slant. Disgusting. 

"Do you really think he'd want to touch something like you?" 

"I can draw a line between fact and fiction. How about you?" You chirp. "You can't even remember how many innocent people you killed--" 

"It's getting old," he growls.  

"Maybe Stevie won't want a piece. I'm not delusional, just obsessive. But you-" you nod to his crotch. "Seems like you're getting a bit too into this." 

He lowers the notebook and grins. "You ever actually fucked a guy?" 

"What does it matter?" 

"Is that it? You think Steve wants to pluck the flower in your dusty little garden?" 

"It was never--" you huff and wiggle in the chair. "Look, you don't get it. It was never supposed to be real. It's like a TV show. A distraction. Something to do." 

"Wow, that's sad." 

"Yeah, but it's the truth. A lot of people can't face themselves in the mirror." 

"Oh virtue," he scoffs and throws the notebook on the couch behind him. "Is it honesty or self-pity?" 

"Bit of both." You look up defiantly as he steps closer. "Look at me. I know what I am. I'm a creep but I don't deny it. What you are, you can't even say it out loud." 

He exhales and his chest compressed. He puts his hands on his hips as he glowers at you. His towel tents and you frown. 

"Dude, get that away from me." 

"What's the matter? Is this the closest you've been?" He taunts. 

You lean back and keep your eyes up, "I've seen a dick. Touched a few even. Trust me, I'm not interested." 

"I could put on the suit. There's a back-up in his closet." 

"Nasty." 

"Look who's talking," he retorts. "You think I'm fucking serious?" 

"I know the things you're capable of, soldat." You challenge. 

His eyes flare and his knuckles flash across your vision, bone snapping against your cheek. You close your mouth as it floods with iron. You swallow the blood and wiggle a back tooth with your tongue. You snicker. 

You face him as the swelling thrums hotly under the surface. He glares back at you. You lean back and round your eyes. You've never been good at that cutesy shit. 

He smirks, "keep going, baby. We'll see who breaks first." 

You lower your lashes and sniffle. He hovers and you steel yourself. You lurch forward and open your mouth. The chair tilts with your weight and you bite through the cotton as your teeth meet the towel. You pinch something beneath it. Him. 

He exclaims and punches your head. He grunts as the chair tips and falls on its side. Your head bounces against the chair. The towel heaps next to you as he growls and cradles his erection. 

"The fuck? You are deranged!" 

"I told you to move back," you slur as silver stars spatter across your vision.  

"Fucking bitch," he hisses and leaves you on the plastic. You laugh until it fades into a dry crackle. You hit your head pretty good and he got a few good shots in too. 

[a11eya]

TITLE: lights will guide you home

CHAPTER: 7

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.

At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.

You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.

(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

TAGS: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying

NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist

In retrospect, you’re not sure what possessed you to offer up your kittens for Ikeda’s plan. 

Actually, you do know what possessed you: the urge to resolve things as quickly as possible and your impulse to be helpful. But somehow, your brain didn’t connect the dots between offering up your kittens for a PR scheme and Bakugou’s presence in your apartment. 

You watch as Bakugou stands in the middle of your living room, looking disgruntled as Mikan tries to climb his way up his pants. You know it can’t be pleasant, those claw pinpricks up his leg. You just hope Bakugou doesn’t do something horrible like try to kick Mikan off; pro-hero or not, you’d fight him. 

“So this is the dumb one,” Bakugou says, reaching out to grab the orange kitten. 

You make a face. 

“No kitten insults allowed in my house,” you tell him. 

He rolls his eyes. After struggling a little with Mikan, those claws hooked into his pants tightly, he manages to pull the cat off of himself. He holds the kitten like he’s never held one before in his life. He probably hasn’t, is your guess. 

Mikan, of course, begins to purr. Bakugou stares down at him. 

“Thought it was just sound,” Bakugou mutters. “Didn’t know you could feel it. S’like a little motor.” 

The purring, he means, you realize. Of the friends and family you’ve had over since fostering the kittens, Mikan always gravitates towards the people who don’t really like cats. It’s mysterious and a little hilarious. 

Suppressing a smile, you say, “Some cats purr real quiet, you can only tell if you’re really close. Mikan’s a loud purrer.” 

Bakugou looks up, making eye contact with you. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression, but he looks away. 

“...Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou says, adjusting his grip on Mikan. 

“Sure,” you say. “Should we use your phone or mine?” 

“Yours. Send ‘em directly to Umeboshi.” 

You furrow your brow. Who the hell? “Umeboshi…?”

“Yeah. She came up with this idea, she’s gonna deal with all the crap details.”

A lightbulb goes off for you. “Are you talking about Ikeda?” you say incredulously. 

He gives you a look, like you’re dumb for not knowing what he’s talking about immediately. You give him a look right back. 

“You call her Umeboshi?”

“Yeah.” A smug little expression crosses his face. “She’s salty and sour.”

He’s such a menace. You suspect, if she is as salty and sour as Bakugou claims, she’s that way because she has to deal with his attitude all the time. Prickly and pushy and grumpy. 

“Right,” you say. “Do you have a preference for what you want your background to be? Like what part of my apartment do you wanna take the pictures in?”

“S’your apartment. I don’t care.”

You should’ve known better than to ask. “Okay. Let’s maybe move over to this corner, where there’s more sunlight and the background’s slightly nicer.” 

You take Mikan from Bakugou. To your chagrin, the kitten immediately goes from limp and relaxed to squirmy; you struggle to keep a hold on him as you walk over to the spot you’d suggested. 

“You’ll probably want to sit on the ground, let the kittens get to know you first,” you say, turning to him. “You know Mikan, he’s the orange purrer. Yuzu is the other orange boy. Natsu’s the tortie. After a bit, I’ll start taking some test pictures.” 

Bakugou gives you a scornful look.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, but he sits gingerly, trying not to squish Natsu, who’d snuck up on him, or Mikan, who’d wriggled out of your hands to investigate Bakugou now that he’s closer to the ground. 

You kneel on the floor so you’re at eye-level with them, opening up your phone’s camera app.

“Act natural,” you tell Bakugou, and he scowls. You bite back a grin. 

He’s soon surrounded by all the kittens; even Yuzu’d come out to see what all the fuss is about. They sniff him, investigating. Mikan climbs into Bakugou’s lap, tries to gnaw at his fingers. Natsu makes his way up the back of his shirt like a ladder. All the while, you snap some photos, trying to get some good shots. You try to take pictures that minimize any self-identifying items you have, like photographs you’ve hung up in frames. 

As you swipe through your camera roll, reviewing the pictures you've taken, you notice that Bakugou, annoyingly, doesn’t have any bad angles. Even with the gremlin face he’s giving you—or the kittens—in half the shots. 

After a few moments, you pause and say, “Do you want to, like, pose? Smile maybe? Act like you’re voluntarily fostering these cats until they find good homes to actually sell Ikeda’s story?”

Bakugou glowers at you. “Just take the damn pictures.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you tell him. He narrows his eyes at you, dangerous. 

You give him an innocent smile and raise your phone, doing as you’re bid. You record a couple video clips too.

As you move around the room a little to get different angles, mindlessly tapping at the button on your screen, your mind strays to other thoughts. 

You thought you’d be awkward, or nervous, somehow, about Bakugou being in your apartment. In your space. It’s something that you never imagined happening, and yet—he’s here, in front of you, playing with your cats.

What’s more, the dynamic that has naturally developed between the two of you via texts infuses your interactions. 

Before Ikeda’s plan, you and Bakugou had been texting pretty often, you thought. But it’s nothing compared to what the past couple days have been like. 

At first, it was a back and forth about logistics, setting a date for the photo shoot and deciding on your apartment as the location for convenience and the kittens’ comfort. You’d given him your address, alongside several emojis to express your exaggerated displeasure:

You: 😒🤨

You: 😩😠

Bakugou: You’re so goddamn annoying. Quit it

You: ☹️

But even after the details were hammered out, you found yourself reaching for his message thread at least once a day, sending him pictures of meals you cooked—

Bakugou: Fucking keep it up so you don’t kick the bucket 

—keeping him updated on your workplace drama—

Bakugou: Your coworker sounds like a moron

—and asking about how his day went, about Kirishima, about what Bakugou likes doing when he’s not being a pro-hero. 

Bakugou: Fine

Bakugou: He’s the same, stop asking 

Bakugou: Why’re you asking, nosy

You: I’ll just ask Kirishima about your hobbies, then, next time I see him 🙄

Bakugou: Mountain climbing and shit

You: See, was that hard  

You: Mountain climbing, really?

The other day, staring at a text he’d just sent, you’d been surprised. You found yourself thinking about how much you look forward to his messages. How often you realize you’re having fun, talking to him. 

You understand now that he’s teasing, when he calls you names. His words are gruff because he doesn’t take time to mince words; he just says whatever’s on his mind. It’s something you admire, even. Not many people are as honest as he is. 

Staring at Bakugou through your phone’s camera, you’re hit with an inexplicable pang of fondness. He may be a little bit of an asshole, but he really is someone you’re growing to like as a person. 

A few more minutes pass by where you’re distracted, and the pictures you’re taking have gotten sloppy, hurried. And you can tell that he’s getting more and more impatient with the entire photoshoot. So you’re not surprised when he announces, “I’m done.”

As Bakugou stands, he sheds several kittens. They zoom around the room, infused with the random, hyper energy they sometimes get that you’ll never understand. 

You sigh, rocking back onto your heels and standing with a quiet groan. 

“Would you mind helping me catch them all so I can put them in my spare room?” you ask. “That way, they won’t try to escape when you open the door to leave.” 

“Fine,” Bakugou says, grabbing Yuzu as he passes by and juggling him awkwardly as the kitten tries to escape, meowing in protest. 

Between the two of you, you manage to catch Mikan and Yuzu and deposit them in your spare room without much fuss. You step into the room to toss a couple treats onto their cat tree so the both of them don’t try to make a run for it when you open the door. While they’re distracted, you slip back out of the room. 

You find Bakugou standing right outside the door, grimacing, Natsu on his shoulder. 

You snicker. 

“Get ‘er off me,” he grumbles. He reaches up to try to lift her off, but she’s stuck fast on his shirt. Her claw gets tangled in a thread. 

Laughing, you step forward and move his hands away. As you gently unhook the kitten’s claws from his shirt, your fingers brush against his neck. His lights have been so muted today, laying close to his skin, that it surprises you a little when they brighten for a split second. You figure you startled him and murmur an apology that he grunts at.

“C’mon sweetheart,” you say, smiling as Natsu takes a swipe at Bakugou’s hair when you pull her into your arms. “That’s no place for a kitten.” 

You quickly open the door, gently tossing her into the room, and close it. 

You turn, and find yourself somehow a little closer to Bakugou than you thought. You’re close enough that you can see details, like the cat fur stuck to his black shirt. His blond eyelashes, the swell of his biceps against his shirt’s fabric. 

He’s looking at you, unreadable. His attention makes your thoughts fizz out, and your brain struggles, reaching for words. You’re flustered, and you’re not sure why. It’s the proximity, you think. You try to inch back to give him some room, but your back’s to the door.

“Do they still work?” Bakugou asks. 

You blink, trying to get your bearings. “Do what still work?”

He jerks his head towards your living room. “The plastic shit for your couch.”

“Oh!” You brighten. “Yeah, the protectors are working beautifully! I was worried the cats would figure out a way around them after a couple days, but they’re still clueless.”

A little shy, you say, “Thanks again for them.”

Bakugou stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking smug. “S’ugly, but it’s better than the shitty setup you had before.”

You laugh. “No arguments there.”

The longer the two of you stand in your hallway, the more in your head you get. And you know you’re overthinking, but you can’t help it. If you’re not thinking of the distance between you, too close, you’re feeling bad about your hosting abilities. You’d been so caught up about him being in your apartment that you’d just let him in, didn’t even offer him water or tea or anything, and ordered him around. Made him corral your cats for you. 

Biting your bottom lip, you say, “Hey… I feel bad that you came out here just to take pictures. Do you want to stay for lunch?”

Bakugou looks at you for a moment, then shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t have any place to be.”

“Any preference for takeout? Or we can go to a restaurant in the neighborhood.”

He shakes his head, looking annoyed. “Can’t chance getting photographed together again so soon.”

“Oh. Right.” You feel a little dumb for forgetting the whole reason he’s here in your apartment. “Takeout then? I can call and then go pick it up.”

He gets that grouchy look you’re beginning to become familiar with and doesn’t answer. Instead, he brushes past you, striding over to your kitchen and pulling your fridge open. You’re bewildered, following him belatedly. 

He scans your fridge, then turns to look at you. The look on his face is so incredulous, it’s a little funny.

“Why don’t you have any shit in here?” Bakugou demands.

“I do have shit in there!” you say defensively. “I just haven’t had time to go grocery shopping, so I’m a little low on stuff.” 

“What’re you eating for meals then?”

“I grab something on the way to work for breakfast. There are protein bars and ramen in the break room at work, so sometimes I eat that. Dinner has been takeout recently, but I’m going grocery shopping this weekend!”

With every word you say, you see him get increasingly incensed. 

“Stop judging me!” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Get your life together, then,” Bakugou says, snarky. He begins to rummage through your fridge, pulling out some things and setting them onto the counter. 

You draw closer, frowning. “What’re you doing?”

“Gonna cook something.” He glares at you, as if daring you to protest. “Too much takeout’s bad for you. You’ll die prematurely at this rate.”

You blink, raising a brow. “I didn’t know you could cook.” 

He levels you with another judgmental look. “Don’t tell me you can’t cook.”

“I can! I just… don’t like to do it often. Too much work and then you have to clean up after…”

“Sounds like laziness to me,” he mutters. “Excuses.” 

“Hey!”

You watch as he pulls certain drawers and cabinets open, searching for your cutting boards, pans, spices. Part of you knows you should be stopping him. He’s a guest in your home; he shouldn’t be cooking. And it’s weird that he’s stomping around your kitchen like he pays rent here. 

But the other part of you is curious. You’d never have guessed this side of Bakugou existed. He doesn’t seem like the type to be a good cook; you half-imagined his diet consisted of protein powder and painfully under-seasoned chicken breast. You want to see what he makes out of your admittedly sad fridge ingredients. 

“What’re you looking for?” you murmur, and his gaze slides over to you. He tells you. You grab the things he hasn’t found yet and bring them to him, lingering beside him as he washes his hands and then some vegetables. 

You glance at his face. His eyes are focused, his mouth set in a neutral line. He looks more relaxed now than he has the entire time he’s been in your apartment. You watch his hands as he chops greens, precise and controlled. 

“When’d you learn how to cook?” you ask.

“As a kid. Growing up. Cooked with my dad.” 

“Oh!” You imagine a young Bakugou, cooking alongside his father. The image is strangely charming. You wonder if he takes after his dad in looks, or personality, or both. Or neither?

A few moments pass, and you lean against the counter, feeling a little self-conscious that you’re hovering. You’re not sure what to do with yourself.

“You need any help?” you ask.

He turns and squints at you. 

“Make the rice,” he tells you, “and keep your little nose out of my cooking.” 

“You’re so rude,” you say, but go do what he’s asked.  

The meal is simple, and it doesn’t take long to prep. As he works with the ingredients, you keep trying to sneak bites of things here and there. He bats you away when he catches you; you make a game of it. How many things can you snack on before he finishes cooking?

“Enough,” Bakugou snaps, finally. He sets the knife down, wipes his hands on a towel. He turns and it surprises you. He crowds you against the counter and plants his palms down on it on either side of you, caging you. 

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, surprising you. Your eyes widen. 

He leans forward, into your space, eyes glinting. This close, you can smell his body wash, or aftershave, or cologne—whatever it is, it’s nice. 

“Y’wanna eat lunch or not?” he demands, and your gaze flickers to meet his.

You nod. A moment passes, and despite the tension, you have the urge to bite back a ridiculous smile. 

You know you’re supposed to feel intimidated. Maybe it’s because you’re home, where you’re most comfortable. Maybe it’s because you just watched Bakugou handle the kittens with gentle hands, despite the accidental scratches they gave him or the grouchy things he had to say to them. But you’re not intimidated at all. You’re not sure when you stopped feeling apprehensive about him. 

And riling him up is fun. He reacts so candidly, never holding back. 

Now you’re fighting off the urge to laugh. You have some survival instinct. 

Something about your expression must give you away, that you’re not fazed at all, because Bakugou narrows his eyes and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“Stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no heat to it, and he steps back, drops his arms, freeing you.

“Okay, okay,” you say, penitent. You turn away to hide the smile that breaks onto your lips. 

“It’s delicious,” you tell him. “I’m impressed.”

“Y’should be,” he says, “Didn’t have shit to work with.” But his lights are soft around him, and somehow, you can tell that he’s pleased.

Author's Note: Please feast your eyes on this art of Bakugou and Mikan that @bbluesagwa made ✨✨✨

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IS YOU FEELIN’ ME?/HOODSHURIAU

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Dom!Ri Sub!Reader

Containing: Smut 18+

Summary: Ri, despite her success and fame, struggles with trust issues and commitment. Every failed attempt at a relationship has left her feeling jaded and unsure if she'll ever find love. This fear of intimacy has created walls around her heart that she's convinced could never be broken.... But what happens when she meets someone who challenges her views and slowly melts her defenses, showing her what true love and trust feel like? Can she let down her guard and open herself up to the possibility of love again?

Word count: idk

Note: Hii loves! It’s been a lil’ while since I been on this app… but Imma start being back active again.. maybe. BUT, while I was gone I’ve been thinking and making new story ideas for ya guys. And I just realized that I ain’t make no typa’ Riri fanfic… LAWDD MY BAAD.. Ykw, imma start making em cuz I do have a few Riri fanfics that I want to share wit y’all 💗. Oh and I’m still tryna make them stories that I published from when I said new story alert.. I only made 1/1 of them damn stories so I will be getting to that ofc. But anyway, enjoy. (Prolly finna go back MIA.) Oh! and one more thing, this is Shuri from a different universe so this is my own AU of her. She goes by the name Ri’ , but her last name is still Udaku. Just a lil reminder, this is MY own AU of Shuri, but she ain’t from Wakanda. She from Atlanta, but she goes by the name Ri’. If you don’t like how this is made, or this story you’re very welcomed to block me, or just keep scrolling. I’ve made this story based off of the picture Tish took with kehlani so it game me the idea to make this story.

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"Y'all niggas is weird, on my momma" Ri’ muttered to herself, chuckling heartily as she continued to scroll through her For You Page on TikTok, where her fans were once again tearing up some poor dude's comments who attempted to claim her as his woman.

Ri continued to smoke her blunt, taking a few more puffs as she scrolled through the comments of the various edits that her fans had made of her. They were hilarious and she loved them, though she just had to roll her eyes every time she saw another dude who tried to claim her.

"Man, these niggas needa' learn that I like pussy only." Ri said aloud, before taking a long hit from her blunt. Her fans never failed to crack her up with the way they defended her and ripped up any guys who would dare to call themselves Ri's future man.

Ri leaned back in her chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air as she continued to scroll through the edits and comments. It amused her to no end, reading all the ways her fans would go to bat for her, especially against any dudes who thought they had a chance with her.

She let out a little scoff, finding humor in it all. "These dumb niggas really think they can claim me as their woman..." she thought to herself, before taking another hit from her blunt and continuing to scroll.

As she scrolled, she came across one edit that caught her attention. It featured a compilation of some of her most epic racecar moments, set to one of her favorite songs. Ri watched it with a proud smirk on her face, nodding along to the beat and feeling pretty damn good seeing herself in action.

Ri nodded approvingly as she watched the edit once more, before scrolling down to see all the comments. It was an endless flood of praise and admiration from her fans, and she made sure to like a lot of em before adding it to her own story on Instagram.

Ri leaned back in her seat again, her mind drifting as she took another puff from her blunt. The upcoming race was on her mind, and she was already mentally preparing herself for the competition and the party that would follow afterward. She let out a heavy sigh, realizing that it had been a week since she last had any sexual release.

Ri felt a little irritated and frustrated with herself for neglecting her own needs while focusing so intensely on her racing career. She knew that she needed to find a way to release her stress and pent-up tension, and her mind briefly drifted towards the thought of finding a one-night stand or a potential hookup for the after-party.

"Nah, that ain't right. I'm gettin' too damn old for this drought," she grumbled, already planning her moves to rectify the situation. "Gotta find myself a good fuck or two...or ten. Maybe even bust a nut or three myself if I gotta."

A grin spread across her face as she imagined all the ways she'd satisfy herself and maybe even someone else soon. "Three weeks 'til the next race...and the afterparty. Plenty of time to get hoes pussy wet and wild."

Ri’ had hoes that’s for sure, but she was so indecisive on which one she’d keep.. or maybe wifed? Who knows? If Ri’ was being honest, she ain’t wanna wife nun of them bitches at all. She had hella lil’ flings here and there but they were always one night stands and that’s it. After she had hit, BOOM the bitch blocked. It was just the Scorpio in her.

Ri’ tried to make some of the women she slept with her girlfriend, but it was always either she was cheating, or the other was cheating but either way, the shit wasn’t gon’ work out. So, that’s why she stayed single because she had plenty of freedom and ain’t have to worry bout nobody. But damn, it did get lonely once she got tired of having freedom though. All Ri’ wanted to do was come home to her girl, or wake up next to her. Wait a damn minute, she has woken up next to multiple women she slept with, so does that count at least?

Ri pulled out her phone and opened up her Instagram account, her thumb hovering over the "GO LIVE" button. She took one more puff from her blunt before taking a deep breath. She always liked talking to her fans on livestreams, and it was a great way for her to connect with her supporters.

She hit the "GO LIVE" button, and within moments, her live stream was up and running. The chat was immediately flooded with comments from her fans, expressing excitement and affection for their favorite stud and racecar driver.

Ri's livestream started to fill up with viewers pretty quickly, as her fans eagerly joined in to hear whatever she had to say. As she looked at the comments, she saw that the chat was moving lightning fast, with a flurry of messages flying across the screen. She chuckled to herself, amused by how excited and enthusiastic her fans were. She took a moment to take another puff from her blunt, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air as she read some of the messages from her fans.

Ri's hair is up in a big and fuzzy afro, showing off her neck tats and her shaved side of her head. She is wearing a black wife beater that hugs her body in a comfy way, as well as a purple sports bra peeking through it. Ri has on a pair of black sweatpants, with her black boxers peeking through. For accessories, Ri has diamond pierced earrings, a lip and tongue piercing, and her tooth gems and grills shine whenever she smiles.

Ri smiled broadly as she saw a flood of comments pop up in the chat. "Yoooooo", "Hey Ri!!", "wassup bae", "I miss youuuuu" were some of the comments she read. She chuckled to herself, feeling grateful for the love and support from her fans.

As she scrolled down the chat, she noticed that many of the fans were curious and excited about her upcoming race. "When's your next race?" "You gon' win?" "I can't wait to see you race!" were some of the messages she saw. Ri smirked, feeling confident and pumped up. "My next race is coming up in three weeks," she said aloud. "And hell yeah, I'm gon’ win. Y’all know I ain’t gon’ lose, hell naw."

The chat immediately exploded with even more enthusiastic messages. "Yesssss", "You got this boo", "I know you gon' win!!" filled the chat. Ri smiled, feeling even more pumped up and motivated. "Thanks y'all," she responded, her tone filled with gratitude. "I appreciate the support. I'm gon’ work my ass off and give it my all."

Ri let out a hearty laugh as she read the questions from her female fans asking if she needed a girlfriend. "Y'all girls tryna' slide in my DMs?" she joked. "I appreciate the love, but I'm straight. I'm just focused on my racing."

The chat was filled with comments from the girl fans, expressing their disappointment playfully. "Awwww", "Damn it", "We was gon’ treat you rightttt" were some of the remarks that showed up in the chat. Ri chuckled at their banter, feeling amused and entertained by their playful flirting.

Ri chuckled as she scanned through the comments, seeing that her fans were curious about her celebrity crush. "My celebrity crush? Y'all nosy, huh?" she joked. "I mean, I got a few that I think are fine. Rihanna is a queen. She fine as hell."

“But if I had to choose just one... man, that's tough. There're so many fine women out there." she continued with a smirk. "Halle Berry, Gabrielle Union, Teyana Taylor... those ladies got me weak in the knees."

The chat was filled with comments from Ri's fans, some of them expressing agreement and others playfully teasing her. "Yesssss", "That's some good taste," "You hella fine so it make sense," they said. Ri couldn't help but laugh at their reactions, feeling entertained and amused by their banter.

Ri chuckled as she read the comments about needing her hair braided. "You know what? I do need my hair braided," she admitted. "I'm due for a new style soon. And I heard there's this one girl who does bomb ass braids. She's the best in the city."

The chat exploded with excitement and enthusiasm. "We know who you're talking about," "That girl is talented asf," "Her braids are on point. "Ri should talk to her," the comments read. Ri smirked, amused at the fans' eagerness to connect her with this braid girl.

Author: So, your name will be cinnamon 💗.

Ri raised an eyebrow as she read through the comments, noticing how the fans were hyping up this girl named Cinnamon, who was the braider they were talking about. "Oh, Cinnamon, huh?" she said, her tone mildly interested. "I've heard about her, but I never met her. Y'all sayin' she fine as hell and pretty, huh?"

Ri looked at her phone as the @s for your Instagram account started coming through in the chat. "Oh, y'all got her Instagram handle and everything," she noted, impressed by how thorough her fans were. "Aight, bet. I might have to book an appointment with this Cinnamon girl. If she's THAT good and fine, I gotta see for myself."

Ri's eyes widened as she browsed through your Instagram profile. "Damn, she's fine as hell," Ri thought to herself, scrolling through the pictures that showed off your gorgeous looks and your impressive braiding skills. Ri was definitely intrigued, and she felt the urge to book an appointment with you.

As she looked through your Instagram profile, Ri saw that you had a link in her bio for booking appointments. Ri clicked on the link, which led her to a website that listed your services and availability. Ri saw that you had a few openings in her schedule for the next few weeks, and she decided to go ahead and book an appointment with you.

You were a vision of beauty as you stood in the hair salon, effortlessly working on someone's braids. Your long eyelashes fluttered gently against your skin, your eyes low and hooded with a relaxed, almost seductive expression. Your face was a masterpiece all on its own - pretty and well defined, with thick brows and full lips, now adorned in a pretty pink lipgloss. Your pink pixie mullet glimmered in the salon lights, a contrast to your dark brown skin, and your long acrylic nails were painted in the same shade of pink as your dress and lipgloss. You were the very picture of femininity, with a curvy body that was tastefully accentuated by your sexy dress.

The thin, silk material of the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination as it clung to your ample bust, and your thick thighs as it flowed around your hips. The dress was short, showing off the rose tattoo on your thigh, and your perfectly manicured toes curled into your pink glitter delicate sandals.

The salon was buzzing with activity, and as you worked your magic, you drew the attention of both the clients and the other stylists in the room. People were stealing glances and admiring the view, your every movement and gesture exuding a magnetic allure that was both captivating and alluring.

You, as if unaware of the attention you were receiving, merely focused on your work, her hands moving with practiced skill and finesse as you continued to braid the client's hair. Despite her effortless sex appeal, You were completely focused on the task at hand, your mind and eyes fixed on the intricately woven braid patterns.

You finished up the client's braids, and you spun the chair around so she would face the large mirror. The client looked at herself, her face lighting up as she saw the intricate braid patterns and the way they fell in a neat waterfall down her back.

"What you think baby? You like?" You asked, your voice smooth and lilting.

"I love it!" the client replied, a wide smile on her face as she twisted her head from side to side, admiring the way the braids shimmered under the salon lights.

"You did a great job, as always. No one does my hair like you."

You chuckled, feeling satisfied with your work. "Well thank you baby, I'm glad you like it," You said, your tone warm and friendly. You then looked at your schedule and noticed a new appointment you’ve never saw before.

"Hey, I got a new client coming in a bit for braids," you said, your voice curious.

As your client paid you and left, your homegirl Anita came to you excited as hell.

Anita bounded over to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Girl, you not gon' believe who just booked a appointment with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious and skeptical. "Yeah? Who you talkin' bout?" You asked, folding your arms and giving Anita a sidelong glance.

Anita's smile widened, clearly amused at your reluctance to believe her. "I'm serious girl, I'm telling you, this girl is fine as hell. And you know them fine girls like gettin' they hair braided for."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing what Anita was saying. "Oh please, you know how many fine girls come in here?" You said, smirking at Anita. "I ain't gon’ get my hopes up, you know that."

Anita shook her head, her excitement undiminished. "Nah girl, you don't understand. This girl is on a whole 'nother level. I'm telling you, she's fine and her instagram be poppin', girl got a huge fan base, and she's a damn celebrity herself. She's like a pro racer."

Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing who Anita was talking about.

"Wait, you talkin' about Ri Udaku?" You asked, the skepticism replaced by intrigue.

Anita nodded, a sly smile crossing her face. "Yup, that's the one. I know you know who I'm talking 'bout. You know her ass fine as hell. And I'm tellin' you, this Ri girl booked this appointment with you. It’s next Friday too!”

You couldn't deny the fact that Ri was indeed one of the finest women you’ve ever seen. And the fact that she came to her for braids sent a thrill down your spine.

"Oh yeah, Ri fine as hell alright,” You said, your tone sly and slightly amused. "And you telling me she asked for me specifically?"

You picked up your phone, scrolling through m your notifications, you noticed a sudden flood of mentions and new followers popping up on your Instagram feed.

"Damn, I'm getting more attention than usual," You muttered, a smirk growing on your face as you scrolled through the list of new followers.

You then noticed a familiar name among them - Ri Udaku.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ri's name. You couldn't believe that the fine racer herself had actually followed you on Instagram.

"Holy shiiit, Ri really did follow me," You said, your tone a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Your heart raced as you seen Ri's DM on your Instagram. Quickly, you tapped on the message and wrote a reply.

"Hey Ri, it's Cinnamon. Just saw your DM and sure thing, next Friday works for me.”

Ri's reply came through quickly, her message brimming with excitement.

"Aight, thanks mamas. Looking forward to it. See you then."

You couldn't help but smile at Ri's reply. You loved it when your clients called you mamas, and coming from Ri, it made your heart flutter.

"Aww, she called me mamas," You muttered to yourself, your tone slightly giddy.

Anita suddenly popped up next to you, her tone teasing and mischievous.

Oh, girl you got you some coochie!" Anita said with a smirk, looking at you with a suggestive expression.

Your face turned redder than a tomato at Anita's comment, and you playfully swatted her.

"Girl, shut up 'fore I hit you," you said, trying to contain your laughter and embarrassment, still holding your phone.

Anita cackled, loving the way she teased you.

"Nah girll, I'm just playin' with you. But seriously, you know you gon' be doin' some fine ass braids for that fine ass woman." Anita said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes at Anita's comment, but deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt at the prospect of braiding Ri's hair. Ri was a well-known and attractive figure in the racing world, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of doing her braids.

Meanwhile, Ri gripped Amira's hips tightly, slamming her thick strap into the woman's dripping pussy with ruthless intensity. Sweat dripped down her brow as she powered through, lost in the primal rhythm of fucking. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Amira's moans and pleas for mercy.

"Fuuuck, you take it so well Baby.." Ri growled in her ear softly, her voice raw with lust. She leaned forward, biting Amira's neck hard enough to leave a mark. "You love gettin' wrecked by me, don't it baby?"

Amira whimpered and nodded frantically, her nails digging into Ri's back as she met each thrust with desperate eagerness. Ri felt her own arousal building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter with every stroke.

Ri continued to pound into Amira's eager pussy, her movements growing more erratic as she neared her climax. Despite the intense connection between them, Ri knew their relationship was purely physical - Amira was just one of Ri's many girls, just a warm body for her to use whenever she needed to release some tension. Ri didn't claim her as girlfriend, she wasn't looking for anything serious.

But damn, Amiri was hella fine, her body was banging and her face was pretty as hell, even if she was a little bit clingy sometimes.

Amira whined and bucked wildly, her own orgasm crashing over her as Ri's words pushed her over the edge. Ri snarled in satisfaction, feeling her own release surge through her veins.

Right now though, Ri didn't care cuz she wasn't here for no deep connection, just here to take care of her needs and then dip.

Amira was moving her hips so damn good, and Ri's grip on her waist became tight, and she moaned out loudly.

"Oh god, I love you baby." Amira said, looking up at Ri, her eyes full of affection and love.

Ri didn't feel that way about her at all, but she said the words anyway.

"Mmmh, I love you too Ma."

Ri let out a guttural moan, feeling Amiri's warm essence coat her strap-on as the other woman climaxed. She pumped her hips faster, relishing the slick friction between their bodies. Her own arousal was building rapidly, aching to be satisfied.

Ri growled, leaning forward to capture Amira’s mouth in a sloppy, dominant kiss. Her tongue plundered the other woman's mouth, tasting the warmth of her saliva, and the constant pant of her breath.

Ri broke the kiss, panting heavily as she continued to thrust into Amira’s eager cunt. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, the sound mingling with their heavy breathing and lewd squelches of lube and sex.

Ri gasped sharply as Amira suddenly started fucking back into her, the sudden resistance sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She gripped Amira’s hips harder, fingers digging into flesh as she met each forceful thrust with her own.

Ri's free hand slid down to where their bodies joined, fingers seeking out Amira’s sensitive clit. She rubbed the swollen bud in firm circles, determined to push the other woman over the edge once more.

Ri felt the first spurt of Amira’s climax hit her strap, followed by a gush of warm fluid that soaked her strap and dripped down her legs. She slowed her thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the sensation of Amiri's cunt milking her toy.

“Mmm, fuck yeah...squirtin' on my strap like a good girl," Ri praised, her voice low and approving. She continued to rub Amira’s clit, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

As Amira’s spasms began to subside, Ri withdrew her strap, giving it a few lazy strokes through the mess of fluids coating it.

After they finished, Amira was laid out on the bed as she watched Ri put her clothes on. Ri finished putting her clothes on, her body still slick with sweat. She noticed Amira watching her, her eyes filled with an expression that Ri knew all too well. Amira was hoping for more, hoping that Ri would stay the night and cuddle with her.

But Ri had no intention of sticking around. She wasn't looking for any kind of emotional connection, just a quick release. She looked over at Amira, her expression cool and unbothered.

She saw the look on Amira's face and knew what she was thinking. But Ri had a race coming up, and she didn't have time to get feelings involved. She put on her leather jacket, the soft material hugging her body just right. Then she looked back at Amira, her tone neutral.

"Aight Ma, I gotta dip." Ri said, not even glancing back as she walked out the room. She didn't look back, didn't even say a proper goodbye. Just like that, she was gone.

Amira was left lying there in bed, feeling a little bit hurt but not too surprised. She knew what she was getting into with a girl like Ri. It was just a hook up nothing emotional.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a little bit empty, but also relieved that she wasn’t holding herself up for something that wasn’t going to happen. She picked up her phone and opened her Instagram, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her feed was filled with pictures of Ri, the pro racer had millions of followers, and she was a huge deal. Amira couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy and envy as she saw pics of Ri with so many beautiful women, including famous models and celebrities.

She tried to brush off the feeling, telling herself that she was being ridiculous. She knew Ri wasn’t looking for anything serious, so why was she being so damn clingy? She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness and longing.

You walked in through the door, greeted by the aroma of your boyfriend Daniel's cooking. He was busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the two of you. But as you looked at him, you couldn't shake off the feeling of indifference. He was handsome and nice and treated you well, but recently, you just didn't feel the same way anymore.

You tried to brush off the feeling, telling yourself you were just tired or stressed out. But deep down, you knew there was something more to it. You couldn't shake off the thought that you were starting to find women more attractive than men, and seeing your boyfriend in the kitchen, cooking for you, made you feel nothing at all.

You removed your salon apron, feeling a bit tired and sweaty after a long day of braids. You slipped off your sandals and your feet felt the coolness of the tile. Daniel came over, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Ma, how was work?"

You gave him a small smile, trying to feign enthusiasm. "It was alright, just the same old people coming in for the same old styles." You said, not wanting to make him feel like you were complaining about him.

Daniel nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. "I bet, just the same old stuff everyday. You must be tired." He said, stroking your hair gently.

Inside, you felt a wave of annoyance wash over you. You wanted to swat Daniel's hand away, but you held back, knowing that you were just trying to be affectionate. So instead, you forced yourself to lean into his touch, pretending to enjoy the way his fingers ran through your hair.

You faked a yawn, doing your best to sell the act of being tired. Daniel bought it hook, line, and sinker, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Aw baby, you tired? You wanna go rest in the bed and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat?" He asked, his voice full of affection.

You nodded, grateful for the chance to get away from him. "Yeah, I'm really exhausted. I think I'll go lie down for a bit." You said, extricating yourself from his embrace and heading towards their bedroom.

Daniel watched you walk away, a hint of concern on his face. "You sure you alright baby?" He called out, a trace of worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," You replied over your shoulder, trying to sound reassuring. "Just really tired, that's all." You disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and letting out a heavy sigh.

You leaned against the door, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. You felt guilty for lying to Daniel, but you couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. You knew he loved you, and you didn't want to hurt him, but you couldn't deny that you were losing feelings for him and starting to realize that you might prefer women.

You pushed yourself away from the door and went over to the bed, flopping down onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, and you couldn't shake off the guilt and confusion that was building up inside of you.

The thought of a hot shower seemed like the perfect distraction, so you got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. You turned on the water, letting it warm up as you started to undress. As you stepped under the spray of water, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension start to ease from your shoulders. The water was hot and soothing, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself self to just feel the heat wash over your body.

The thoughts of Ri flooded your mind, and you let out a soft moan as your hand slid over your body. You imagined Ri's hands on you, touching and exploring you, and suddenly you felt a rush of heat run through your body. You tried to push the thoughts away, but the more you thought about Ri, the more the heat built up inside you. You pictured Ri's muscular body, her sharp jawline, and the look of lust in her eyes as she stared at you...

Your breathing became heavier as you imagined Ri’s lips on your neck, her teeth gently nipping at your skin. Her hands were now roaming over your body, almost like they had a mind of their own. You let out a sharp breath, your hand moving down your body, towards your thighs. You couldn't stop thinking about Ri's lips, her lips that looked like they could do amazing things to your body...

Your eyes snapped open, your thoughts of Ri abruptly interrupted by Daniel's voice through the door. It was a jarring reminder of reality, and you felt a twinge of guilt for getting lost in your fantasies about another woman.

Daniel's voice rang out again, slightly muffled by the door, but still loud enough to carry through the bathroom. "Hey Ma, the food is ready now." He said, his tone casual and cheerful, not knowing that his girlfriend was having a mental battle in the shower.

You clenched your teeth, trying to push away the thoughts of Ri from your mind. You wanted to enjoy dinner and spend time with your boyfriend, not fantasize about another woman. But you couldn’t deny the fact that Ri was slowly taking over your thoughts, and it was getting harder to ignore the attraction you were feeling.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and push away the thoughts of Ri, at least for now.

You walked out of the bathroom, your body wrapped in a silk robe. Your hair was still wet and your skin smelled like vanilla, a scent that Daniel loved. As you entered the living room, you saw Daniel setting the table, a smile on his face when he saw you.

“You look beautiful as always,” Daniel commented, his eyes roaming over your body. The way the silk of the robe clung to your curves and hugged your soft body. You tried to smile, knowing that Daniel was trying to compliment and be sweet, but it fell flat to you. You didn’t feel any heat or excitement from his eyes.

“Thanks…” you said, the word coming out dull and empty. You sat down at the table, fiddling with the hem of your robe. You tried to act normal, but Daniel noticed something off with you. He frowned slightly, concern etched on his face.

"Is everything good baby? You seem a little out of it." He asked, taking a seat next to you. He reached out to touch your hand, trying to get you to look at him.

You withdrew your hand from his touch subtly. "I'm fine, just tired," you said, looking down at your plate. You hated the way he was looking at you, like he was waiting for you to open up and share your feelings. You just wanted to eat and go to bed, preferably alone.

As you two ate in silence, Daniel stole glances at you. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Maybe it was just stress from work, but you seemed distant and cold. The usual warmth and affection you showed him were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Daniels phone rung, as he took the call and stepped away for a bit. You were hoping that it was his job calling him in today. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Daniel step away and answer the phone. You hoped that it was his job calling, asking him to come in for a double shift. That would give you some time to yourself, and you could try to sort out the conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you.

Daniel's voice drifted from the other room, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. As the minutes passed, You waited, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your robe. You kept glancing towards the door, hoping that Daniel would come back and say he had to leave.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel came back into the room. He looked slightly frustrated, running a hand through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that he was called into work, but then he spoke and it all became clear. "My damn boss," he said with an exasperated sigh, "he just called and asked me to cover his shift tonight. He's got some family emergency or something, but I gotta head over there soon. You gon’ be okay baby?”

You felt a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over you. On one hand, you were glad that you would be alone tonight. On the other hand, you couldn't stand the thought of another night of pretending to be something she wasn't. But you plastered on a smile and nodded your head.

“Go on baby, I’ll be fine.”

Daniel still looked concerned, noticing the forced smile on your face. He wanted to press you more, but he knew better. With a sigh, he grabbed his keys and jacket, getting ready for the long shift ahead. "Aight beautiful, well I'll see you later then," he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he walked towards the front door. You watched silently as Daniel left the house, closing the door behind him. You waited for a moment, listening to the sound of the car starting up and driving away before letting out a long sigh.

The pulsing sensation between your legs intensified, the thought of touching yourself almost irresistible. You knew it would provide some temporary relief from the frustration and confusion your life had become, but a part of you also felt guilty for even thinking about it. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through social media, but your mind kept wandering back to the image of Ri, that fine ass woman….

As you laid on the couch, your mind drifted back to Ri’. Every time you closed your eyes, her image appeared, along with the tantalizing sensations coursing through her body. Your fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

You inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed against the slick folds of your sex, already damp with arousal. Imaginary images of Ri’s gentle touch, the warmth of her breath, and the depth of her gaze flooded your senses. With a soft moan, you began to stroke yourself, imagining Ri’s hands replacing your own. As your hands roamed your body, kneading and teasing your sensitive nipples, you couldn't help but picture Ri’s elegant fingers performing the same intimate gestures. The fantasy sent jolts of electricity through your veins, heightening your arousal.

"Ri, touch me like that," you panted, your voice husky with desire. "Make me yours, just for a moment." You pinched and rolled your nipples, gasping at the pleasurable ache. Your other hand continued its relentless pace between your thighs, stroking faster as your orgasm neared.

Mmm, yes... oh, Riiii!" You cried out, your body tensing as the first waves of climax crashed over you. You rode the intense pleasure, your imagination running wild with scenarios of the racer joining you in ecstasy.

You laid back on your bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you. The stress and tension that had been weighing you down seemed to have lifted slightly, leaving you feeling relaxed and a bit more relaxed. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink further into the sheets.

5 days later, you walked into the salon early, setting up your station as usual. You had spent the last few days trying to push thoughts of Ri out of your mind considering you literally masturbated to her. You told yourself that it was just a harmless attraction. But as you prepared your tools and got ready for the day, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

As the hours ticked by, the salon was surprisingly slow. Anita was supposed to work today, but she had called in sick. That meant that you were left alone, which you didn't mind too much. But as it got later in the afternoon, you began to feel more nervous. Your last client of the day was none other than Ri, the pro racer that you’ve been trying to forget about for the past few days.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at your watch, seeing that Ri's appointment was only an hour away. You tried to shake off the feeling, telling yourself that it was just another client, nothing more. But the closer it got to the appointment time, the harder it was for you to push those damn thoughts out of your head.

Suddenly, you looked up from your station, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Ri walking through the door. The sight of her in person was even more mesmerizing than you remembered, and you found yourself staring for a few seconds too long.

Ri walked into the salon, looking good as hell. She had on a grey hoodie with the hood up, her dark curls peeking out just enough to frame her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, giving her a sleepy and seductive look. She was wearing a pair of grey sweats, and when they hung low it gave a glimpse of her boxers. Her arms and hands were covered in tattoos that seemed to move as if on their own, intricate and beautiful lines and patterns danced under her dark brown skin.

You watched as Ri walked in the salon, her presence immediately feeling overwhelming. Her eyes seemed to peer into your very soul, those deep red low-lidded eyes boring into yours as she looked up at you. She gave you a small smile, her lip and tongue piercings glinting in the light.

"Excuse me Mama, you cinnamon?" Ri asked, looking up at you with an amused smirk. Her voice was smooth and deep, her Atlanta accent coming through strong. Her eyes raked up and down your body, taking in every bit of you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri eyed you up and down. She had a confident energy about her, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous under her gaze. "Yea, I’m cinnamon," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri’s smile widened as she heard you confirm her question. She looked you up and down once more, taking in every detail, before nodding with satisfaction. "Good, ain’t never heard of another person who do braids better than you ma. I’m finna be a recurring customer fr fr, my regular stylist booked up."

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in you. You knew you were good at what you do, but hearing the praise from someone like Ri was different than anything you’ve experienced so far. "Thanks," you replied, not knowing how to respond. You motioned for her to follow you over to the back, where your station was set up.

Ri followed you over to your station, her gaze never leaving you. You could feel her eyes on you the entire time, and it made you a little bit self-conscious. She sat down on the chair in front of your station, leaning back and resting her arms on the armrests.

"So what you tryna get today?", you asked, finally looking at Ri.

"Cornrows," Ri replied, her gaze never leaving you. "Aight, bet. Gimme a min to get everything set up. In the meantime you can take off your hoodie."

Ri nodded and stood up, starting to take off her hoodie, revealing a fitted tank top on her and tattoos on her arms that moved elegantly with her body. She took a seat back down, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned her body was.

You shook the thought out of your head, trying to stay focused. You had a job to do, and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted by your client’s body, no matter how attractive they might be. You grabbed the stuff you needed for the cornrows and got to work, trying your best to ignore the way Ri’s gaze was burning into the back of your head.

You plugged your phone in to the speaker, the smooth sounds of Jhene Aiko’s vocals filled the room as you started to work on Ri’s hair. The music only added to the already intimate atmosphere, and you could feel Ri’s eyes on you, watching you work.

Ri was staring at you, her eyes glued to your every move. The music seemed to make everything more intimate, the sound of Jhene’s voice filling the room as you worked on her hair. She could tell you were nervous, your hands trembling slightly as you brushed and braided her hair.

Ri said nothing, watching you in silence as you braided her hair. The sound of her breathing and the music was the only thing you could hear, save for the occasional sound of you braiding her hair. She was studying you, taking in every part of you, from your hands to your hair, to your facial expressions. She could tell you were nervous, and she found it cute.

After a while of her watching you in silence, Ri finally spoke up. Her voice was low and soft, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Ay ma, how old are you?" Ri asked.

You almost jumped at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to speak. You looked up at her for a moment, surprised by her question. "I'm 23," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Damn ma, I thought you was older. You look grown as hell, in a good way of course.." She said with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, the complimented making your heart beat a little bit faster. Still, you were trying to keep your cool and stay professional. "Thanks," you replied, continuing to work on her hair.

Ri watched you work for a few more minutes, the music still playing in the background. She seemed curious, and eventually, she spoke up again.

"Ay, can I ask you somethin’ ma?" Ri’s voice was smooth and casual.

You paused your braiding for a moment, looking up at her. "Sure, go ahead." You said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was starting to beat faster.

Ri smirked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor. She leaned back in the chair, getting more comfortable.

"You got a boyfriend ma?" Ri asked casually, her eyes roving over your face, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, thinking about your current boyfriend, Daniel. You didn’t feel the same way about him anymore, and you were starting to realize that you were attracted to women more than men.

"Yeah, I got a boyfriend..." you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed a hint of boredom.

Ri noticed the eye roll and the tone of your voice, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes locked on you.

"You don’t sound too happy about that ma," Ri said, her voice low and seductive.

You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the comment. You tried to keep a poker face, but you couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel a little bit flustered.

"It’s just complicated," you replied, not wanting to go into too much detail about your current relationship.

Ri nodded, a smirk on her face. She could sense that there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she switched gears.

"How long ya’ll been together?" Ri asked, curiosity still evident in her voice.

"Two years," you answered, continuing to braid Ri’s hair, trying to keep your mind focused on the task at hand instead of the attractive pro racer sitting in front of you.

Ri nodded, her gaze still fixed on your face. She seemed satisfied with your answer, but she wasn’t satisfied enough yet.

"And how he treat you?" Ri asked, her question innocent, but her tone was not.

You sighed, considering the question. It was a complicated answer, but you tried to be honest.

"He treats me fine, I guess. He’s always been good to me, but recently I just ain’t been feeling him the way I used to..." You said, your voice trailing off, sounding tired and weary.

Ri nodded, listening intently. She could tell there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it.

"Whatchu mean you don’t feel him? He don’t treat you good no more or sumn?" Ri asked, her tone casual.

You shrugged, trying to find the right words to explain. "It’s just...I don’t know. Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the one who’s changed, but I just don’t feel the same way anymore. We used to be good together, but now...now I just feel trapped, like I’m stuck in a relationship that I no longer have feelings for..."

Ri looked at you for a moment, studying your face as you spoke. She could see the conflict in your eyes, the mixture of confusion and sadness. Her expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in the chair again.

"Sounds like you in a tough spot, ma.. You should talk to ole dude." Ri said in a gentle tone.

After hours of braiding, you finally finished Ri’s hair, letting her look at it in the mirror. Ri looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the intricate cornrows that now adorned her head.

"Damn ma, you never disappoint, real talk. My hair look good as hell." She said with a smile, her gaze flickering to your reflection in the mirror.

You felt a sense of pride swell up in you as she complimented your work. You were a perfectionist when it came to hairstyles, and you always strived to do the best for your clients.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, even though her gaze was making you feel a little flustered.

Ri turned around in her chair, her eyes still fixed on you. Her gaze was intense, and you could feel her studying you from head to toe. She leaned back against the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.

"You hella good at this. You know a lotta stuff about hair.. what else you good at, ma?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri looked at you with that hungry gaze. She was obviously eyeing you up and down, and you could feel her eyes burning a path down your body. You tried to keep your cool, but her intense look was leaving you feeling a little bit out of sorts.

"I mean, I’ve got other talents.." You said with a shrug, trying to stay nonchalant even though your heart was beating fast.

Ri smirked at your statement, letting out a soft chuckle. She leaned back in the chair, still looking you up and down.

"Yeah, well I got a special talent of my own. It's somethin’ a lot of women can testify to.." Ri said with a sly grin.

Ri thought about it for a second, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. It was almost closing time, and she knew she had to get going soon. "You know what ma, I actually got an invitation to the after party that’s happening after the race tomorrow night. You free to come watch me race?" Ri asked, her question straightforward and blunt.

You were taken aback by the invitation, not sure if it was professional to go. But you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

"Yeah, I could come watch. I'm off tomorrow so I should be free." You replied, trying to seem nonchalant, even though you were kind of excited at the prospect of seeing her race.

Ri smiled, pleased with your answer.

"Aight bet. I’ll have my people arrange a section for you to sit in. It’ll be fun, promise." She said, standing up from the chair and grabbing her hoodie.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest. You watched as she got her hoodie and slipped it on, hiding her toned body from your view and instantly making you feel kind of bummed.

Ri looked at you, a smirk on her face as she noticed your expression change.

"Aw you ain’t like the way I cover that up, huh?" She teased, pulling her hood up over her head.

Ri pulled out her wallet, looking at the bills inside before looking back up at you. "How much you say this cost, ma?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s $150..." You replied, expecting her to just give you the exact amount, but she surprised you by pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the stack of bills in her hand. "W-wow...you know I can’t accept all that, right?"

Ri chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, consider it a tip. I’m generous when it comes to beautiful women."

Your cheeks reddened at her words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You’d been complimented many times before, but there was something about the way she said it, combined with that hungry gaze...

Ri walked past you, her hand landing on your ass with a gentle pat. "I’ll see you at the race, ma." She said with a smirk, before walking out of the salon, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and flushed cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, your hand resting on the spot where she’d touched you. Your entire body was buzzing with energy, your heart beating faster than it usually did. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of seeing Ri again the next night...

You cleaned up the salon after she left, your mind still on her throughout the entire process. When you got home, you found a note from your boyfriend Daniel saying he had to work late that night. You didn’t bother reading the rest of the note as you went to your bedroom.

You started to go through your closet, pulling out one of the outfits you knew looked good on you. But then your thoughts shifted to the packs of braiding hair sitting on your dresser. You picked up one of the packs, looking at the shiny strands of hair in your hand. You realized that you still had to braid your hair for tomorrow...and the thought of doing it yourself made you excited. You took a deep breath and started to split your hair into sections, starting the long process of braiding your own hair.

As you braided your hair, you found yourself thinking about Ri. The way she had looked at you, the way she touched you, the sound of her voice... It was the sound that stuck with you the most. Her deep, smooth voice saying your name, the sexy drawl that made every syllable sound like a temptation. You let out a soft sigh, your hands moving without even realizing it, going through the familiar motions of braiding...

The thought of seeing her again tomorrow night brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t wait to see her in action, and the thought of being in the stands, watching her race... you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill run through you. You kept braiding, the anticipation building up inside you.

You finished braiding your hair, taking a few steps back to admire it. Satisfied with how it looked, you grabbed your phone and took a quick picture of the hairstyle. You uploaded it to your story, captioning it "new hairstyle who this? 👀" and sat back patiently, waiting for the comments to roll in.

Comments from all of your friends and followers started pouring in, all of them complimenting your new look and asking who braided your hair. But one stood out in particular, a comment that said "Looking good ma 😍 can’t wait to see you tomorrow". You recognized the username immediately, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The comments went wild when people noticed that Ri had commented on your story. "Ooh, looks like someone has a secret admirer 👀" one person wrote, followed by another comment that said "Damn Ri be shooting her shot early 🤌🏼”

The more comments that came in, the more your cheeks grew red. You couldn’t believe that Ri had openly commented on your story like that, and people were noticing - and shipping the two of you together. You tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you everytime you thought about seeing her tomorrow...

You scrolled through the comments, seeing the different reactions from your friends and followers. It was clear that people had noticed the chemistry between you and Ri, and they weren’t shy about letting you know. One comment read "Ri out here shooting her shot like a pro 🏀" another one that said "Dang, Ri ain’t even trying to hide it, huh? 👀😂"

Daniel came home a bit earlier than expected, and his mood was anything but pleasant. He was already irritated from his double shift at work, but the moment he saw your story, his mood turned for the worse.

He was pissed off when he noticed that Ri, a lesbian, had commented on your picture with heart eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger and jealousy, wondering what kind of relationship you had with the pro racer.

He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing throughout the house. He stormed into the living room, where he saw you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your face was, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of Ri’s comment.

He cleared his throat. “Who the hell is Ri, and why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture ma? I don’t recall you telling me you knew anybody named “Ri”.

You were caught off guard by his anger and possessive tone. You sat up on the couch, setting your phone down on the coffee table.

"Ri? She's just an acquaintance, I did her hair earlier today." You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Just an acquaintance? Then why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture like yall in a relationship or sumn?" He crossed his arms, his expression stern and suspicious.

*You sighed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get out of this conversation easily. "She's just a... really friendly person ight? It doesn't mean anything." You replied, realizing that the excuse was weak even to your own ears.

He narrowed his eyes, not convinced by your explanation. "Really friendly? That ain’t just friendly ma, that’s another level of friendly. You sure she ain’t no threat to us?" His voice was full of suspicion and jealousy.

You shook your head, exasperated. "No, no, there's nothing like that going on. She's just a client of mine, you're overthinking it." You tried to downplay the situation, hoping he'd drop the subject. But Daniel wasn't backing down so easily.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your patience starting to wear thin as his questions continued. You smacked your teeth, shaking your head. "Seriously Daniel, it's not that deep. She's just a client, nothing more. Can you please drop it?"

He rolled his eyes, not wanting to give up that easy. "Don’t give me that bullshit ma, she ain’t just a client. I saw how she commented on yo picture wit her heart eyes, like she tryna holla at you. You expect me to just ignore that? Hell nah.” He said, his voice growing louder.

You felt a surge of anger rise within you at his accusations. "I ain’t having this conversation with you right now. You're acting like I’m cheating on you or something, which is not the case. Ri is just a client, and her leaving a heart eye emoji on my picture is harmless, it’s not that deep. Can you please just trust me on this?" You said, your voice sharp and irritated.

He let out a scoff, clearly not believing you. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you lying to my face like that ma? A lesbian leaving heart eyes and commenting wit all them damn emojis is harmless? You out yo damn mind if you think that don’t mean something. She’s clearly interested in you ma. Ain’t no way imma let that slide." His jealousy was clear as day, his words filled with possessive anger.

You reached your limit with his jealousy and accusations. "Get out of my goddamn house Daniel. I am not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now." You snapped, standing up from the couch and glaring at him.

He was taken aback by your sudden outburst, not anticipating such a strong reaction from you. "What the hell ma, you tryna kick me out? I live here too! You can’t just tell me to get out because I’m pointin’ out the obvious." He said, his anger still present, but now mixed with surprise and hurt.

You were beyond irritated at this point. "I don’t care. I told you, I’m not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now. You wanna act like a goddamn caveman and accuse me of cheating when I ain’t do nothing, then you can get out of my face until you get your head on straight." You said, your voice steely.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You for real right now? You gon kick me out just cuz I want you to stop talking to this Ri hoe? You really gon choose a girl over your man?" His voice was filled with frustration and accusation.

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Choose? Really? Since when is keeping in touch with a client considered choosing someone over you? Since when is it a crime for someone to comment on my picture with heart eyes? Just because she happens to be a lesbian and find me attractive?" You shot back, your voice rising in anger.

He snapped back at you. “So now you admit she finds you attractive? So I was right, she hittin on you and you tryna play it off like she ain’t! That’s messed up ma, you doin me wrong. You wrong for that.." He said, his voice firm and stern.

You pointed towards the front door, your hand trembling with anger. "Get the fuck out." *You said, your tone leaving no room for argument. You weren't going to put up with his bullshit any longer.

He looked at you, shocked by the finality in your voice. "You for real ma? You choose that girl over me? After all we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for you?" His voice held a hint of desperation as he tried to convince you to change your mind.

You clenched your fists, your anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. "Choice? This ain’t about no damn choice, Daniel. This is about trust and respect. You’ve done nothing but accuse me of things I didn’t do, and you act like you got no reason to trust me. Ri is just a client, nothing more. But you too busy seein what you wanna see, and ignoring the truth so bye." You said, you voice filled with venom.

He shook his head, disbelief and hurt etching across his face. "I can’t believe you doin me like this. I love you, and you treatin me like I’m some damn side piece. You out here entertaining another woman’s advances instead of shootin her down and shutting her up. You know I can’t trust you when you hangin around someone like that ma." He clenched his fists, his words filled with pent up anger and jealousy.

Your patience had run out and you weren't in the mood to play games anymore. You shrugged your shoulders and pointed to the front door with a firm gesture, your face set in a stony expression. "Well, go then. Since you think I'm the problem." Your voice was sharp and cold.

He looked at you, his anger and hurt turned into disbelief. "You for real kickin me out ma? You ain’t even gonna try to make things right? I’m your man, and you just gonna toss me out for a client? I’m the one who’s been loyal to you from day one, but you throwin all that down the drain for some rando girl you met today?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

You shook you head, your anger rising with each of his words. "Ri ain’t nothing but a client, and you know damn well I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s you who’s the problem. You the one who can’t seem to trust me, no matter what I do. I’m done dealing with your bullshit, and I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Go find yourself another girl if you can’t appreciate the one standing right in front of you!" Your voice was filled with frustration.

He took a step closer, his hands clenching at his sides. "So this it, huh? You just gonna throw away everything we been through because of one girl? Ain’t no matter how long we been together, and all I done for you? You just gon drop me that quick? Your feelings for me never meant a damn thing huh?" His voice trembled with anger and hurt.

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling inside you, and you decided to be honest.* "Truth is, Daniel, I’ve been feeling like this for awhile now. We been together for a long time, but I ain’t feeling the same way about you as before. I don’t know how to explain it, but I just don’t like you like that no more." You said, your voice flat and emotionless.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. "What you mean you don’t like me no more? You just gon drop me like that? After everything we been through? After everything I done for you? You really this cold hearted? No love for me at all?" His voice was filled with desperation, as if he was clinging onto the last threads of your relationship.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. "It’s not about being cold hearted, Daniel. I can’t help it if I don’t feel the same way about you no more. It hurts me too, but I’m tired of faking it. We both know my heart ain’t truly in this no more." your voice was tired, but firm.

He shook his head, his own frustration and hurt growing by the second. "You can’t just switch up on me like that though ma. What about all the plans we had, the future we talked about? You gon throw that all away just because you “don’t feel it no more"? He let out a bitter laugh.

Your expression remained stoic, your heart hardening against his attempts to guilt trip you. "Those plans and dreams was made when I still felt a certain type of way towards you, but now I don’t. I don’t know what to tell you, but feelings change. I can’t force myself to love you the way I used to." Your voice was devoid of any emotion, but the words still packed a punch.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "You so cold ma, how you gon do this to me like that? You just gon end it like it ain’t mean nothin? We invested so much time and effort into this relationship, and you just gon toss it away like it’s trash." He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his grip on the situation slipping away with every word you said.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright, I get it now. You dead serious about this. You really don’t care about me no more, huh? Fine, I’ll pack my stuff and go. I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, but don’t even think about trying to talk to me. I ain’t trying to hear it ma, you made your bed now lay in it." He gathered up the last of his things and headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You stood there in the empty apartment, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over, the relationship that you had spent so much time on, was finally at its end. You knew that you had done the right thing, but the pain of breaking his heart still lingered in the air.

You sank down onto the couch, feeling a wave of emotions wash over you. You looked around the apartment, the memories of the good times you had together flashing in your mind. But the love you once felt for him, the spark that had once burned so brightly, had been extinguished, and there was no way to bring it back.

You stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for Ri’s race. You should have been feeling excited, but the events of the previous night still weighed heavily on your mind. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to shake off the lingering sadness and heartbreak that clung to you like an unwelcome shadow..

You applied your makeup meticulously, trying to get the flawless look for the event, but the memory of Daniel would not fade from your mind. Every stroke of the brush, every swipe of the eyeliner, was a reminder of the argument. The words that were exchanged, the pain that was inflicted... it felt like a dark cloud that was following you around, casting a shadow over all your thoughts.

Your mind wandered, thinking about how your relationship with Daniel had ended so abruptly. The love that had once blossomed between you two had now turned to ice, leaving behind only shattered fragments of memories. You tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand, but the memory of Daniel's hurt expression kept flashing in your mind like a haunting image.

You looked stunning though, your long braids falling down your back and over your shoulders like a curtain of satin. Your face was radiant, framed by long lush eyelashes and lips that glistened with gloss. Your figure was a masterpiece, with a body both slender and toned, your curves accentuated by your choice of clothing. Your tight khaki shorts, white crop top, and delicate sandals showcased your physique flawlessly, giving glimpses of your toned abs and your perfectly manicured toes, adorned with a pale pink nail polish. You were a vision of effortless grace and feminine allure.

As you looked in the mirror, you finally felt satisfied with your appearance, the memory of Daniel slowly fading away. The outfit you had chosen was chic and understated, yet it had a subtle sensuality to it that was impossible to ignore. The thought of meeting Ri, and seeing her race was enough to keep your mind occupied.

You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your outfit and smoothing out any creases. It was time to go, time to see Ri and witness her race. You picked up your phone and your purse, and with one last deep breath, you locked the door to your house and headed off to the event.

The drive to the Atlanta International Speedway was buzzing with the excitement of race fans. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation of the impending race hanging in the air like a thick fog. The sound of car engines and the buzz of conversation filled the night, and as you walked up to the venue, you could feel the air of excitement and energy building up. As you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but feel anticipation growing within your chest. The thrill of the race and the chance to see Ri in action was something you couldn't wait for.

You arrived at the venue, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators bustled about, making their way to their seats, and the air was filled with the scent of food and excitement. You made your way to the VIP area, showing your ticket to the guard at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest.

You passed by the other fans, some dressed in race merchandise, some dressed more casually. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but all you could see were the eager faces of the racers and their crewmen.

You made your way to the pit area, the scent of exhaust fumes and the roar of engines filling the air. The atmosphere was chaotic, with crewmen rushing around, making last minute checks. The tension was palpable as the sun started going down, leaving the racetrack lit only by the flickering light of fluorescent bulbs.

Suddenly, your eyes widened as you turned around to find Shuri standing behind you, her presence commanding attention. She looked every inch the pro racer you knew her to be, her tattooed arms and pierced lip adding to her bad girl appeal. The way she was dressed in her baggy tracksuit and helmet was a mixture of casual elegance. She flashed a smile, revealing the tooth gems that glistened under the fluorescent lights.

She took a few steps towards you, the scent of her perfume dancing around her. Her eyes, dark and hooded, seemed to draw you in, the combination of tiredness and excitement making them even more captivating. Her deep voice broke the silence. "Damn mama, you looking hella beautiful tonight. You actually came to see me race, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as you heard the sound of her voice, a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shock through you. She exuded confidence and charisma without even trying, and the effortless way she carried herself was almost mesmerizing. You tried to gather your thoughts, finally finding your voice. "Mhm, you told me to come, so I did love.”

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze not leaving your face. "Love?" She repeated, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of something more. "You calling me love now huh? I ain't complaining though." She chuckled, taking another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Your heart was racing as she stepped closer, the air becoming electric as her presence consumed your senses. You could smell her perfume even stronger now, the scent of leather and musk mingling with something else, something sweet and almost intoxicating. "Just being friendly, that's all." You replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the effect she was having on you.

She let out a low, amused laugh, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail. "Friendly eh? You sure that's all it is ma?" Her gaze landed on your body, her eyes roving over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The way she looked at you made you feel exposed, like she could see straight through you.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear, making your body tingle. "You got any idea how stunning you look ma?" She whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Been trying not to stare at you from the moment you walked in, but goddamn your beauty making it hard to concentrate.”

As the race was about to start, Ri pulled away, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before she turned away. "I gotta get ready ma, but don't go anywhere, alright? I'll find you after the race." She said with the hint of a promise in her eyes. With a final wink, she disappeared into the back with the other racers, leaving you feeling a bit flushed and eager for what was to come.

The sound of the starting gun rang out, breaking your reverie. You watched as the race began, the cars and racers blurring together as they sped around the track. It was a blur of movement and noise, but you couldn't focus on it, your mind wandering back to Ri and her words. You wondered what would happen afterwards, what Ri had planned. Your heart fluttered with anticipation, the waiting feeling like it was never ending...

Ri's car stood out among the rest, the sleek dark purple paint job glistening in the artificial light, with her name in bold black cursive letters and a detailed panther on the side. It was a powerful sight, the car a reflection of her fierce personality. You watched as the race started, Ri's car a blur of movement as she maneuvered through the bends, her skills on full display.

The other racers stood no chance against Ri's skill and speed. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she quickly took the lead. The audience went WILD, cheering and shouting enthusiastically. It wasn't just because they wanted her to win, but because they recognized and respected her talent. Everyone watching was awestruck by her skill, and it was clear that Ri was born to race. Ri's jaw was set, her eyes focused solely on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a steady grip. She wove through the cars effortlessly, like a cat chasing after its prey. Every turn she took was carefully executed, every maneuver carefully planned. Ri's every cell was focused on the race, and it showed in her performance, the way she moved the car like an extension of her body.

The laps blurred together as the race continued, the cheers and chants of the crowd blending together with the sound of roaring engines. Ri was in her element, her body moving effortlessly to control the car, her muscles coiled and tense. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rush of the race coursing through her. She could feel the race start coming to a close, and she focused in more intensely, her mind going blank aside from the sensations of the car and the taste of victory right in front of her grasp.

Ri could see the finish line coming up, and with a final burst of speed, she crossed it, her car coming to a stop. The crowd went wild, the sound of her name being cheered filling the air. Ri sat in the car for a moment, letting out a breath as she realized she had won. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, her body buzzing with excitement. Ri's crew rushed to the car, congratulating her and slapping her on the back. Ri smirked, basking in the glory of victory. She got out of the car, her body sore but her spirits lifted. She still felt the adrenaline running through her veins, and she was itching for something else to take the edge off.

Paparazzi and fans were all over her, asking for autographs and pictures. Ri signed autographs and posed for pictures, her smile bright and charming. She was basking in the attention, loving the adulation from the crowd. But after a while, she started to feel restless, the buzz of the cameras and the attention starting to fray at her nerves. She looked around, her gaze searching for something, or someone in particular.

Her eyes landed on you, the sight of you standing there, alone in the crowded stands, sending a wave of excitement through her. She excused herself from the people surrounding her, starting to make her way towards you.

Ri pushed through the crowd, her eyes fixed on you the entire time. She could see the anticipation in your eyes, the way your body moved a little impatient. She felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of being the one you were waiting for, and she increased her pace, weaving through the people to get to you quicker.

As she got closer to you, her gaze roamed over your body, taking in every detail. You looked so damn good, and she couldn't help but appreciate the sight of you. She finally reached you, her eyes still roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every angle.

She stood close to you, so close you could feel her body heat, her body radiating with a primal energy. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. She whispered, her voice low and seductive, "The after party at the penthouse is about to begin, and I want you there." She pulled away, her gaze burning into yours, her eyes dark and hungry.

You felt a thrill go through you at her words, the commanding tone sending a shiver down your spine. Ri's eyes on you were intense, and you could FEEL how badly she wanted you. "You coming?" She asked, her voice a velvety purr as she smirked.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the way she said it making your head spin. The thought of the party, and being with Ri was all you could think about. You nodded, your tongue tied in knots. "I'll meet you there," you managed to say, your voice shaky.

Ri nodded, an amused smirk playing on her lips at your flustered state. But before she walked away, she reached out, grasping your chin and tilting your head up to look at her. Her eyes bored into yours, the intensity of her gaze making you feel like prey. "Don't keep me waiting Mama," she said, her voice a low command. Her hand lingered, the barest of touches, as she ran her thumb along your jawline before letting go.

She turned away without another word, disappearing into the crowd. You stood there, heart pounding in your chest, the lingering heat from her touch burning your skin even through your clothes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This party was going to be wild, and you had a feeling that the night was only just beginning…

You hurried to your car, your hands shaking from adrenaline. The thought of Ri waiting for you at the penthouse party making your head spin. You got in and started the car, your mind a blur as you navigated the streets, the neon lights of the city flashing by.

Every second felt like an eternity as you made your way to the penthouse party. Your mind was racing with anticipation, your body tingling with excitement. You could imagine Ri waiting for you, her gaze hungry and commanding. You gripped the steering wheel, increasing your speed as you weaved through the traffic, driven by the burning need to be with her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, the music blaring from the penthouse. As you stepped out of the car, you took in the scene before you. The penthouse was massive, the lights blindingly bright, the floor crowded with people dancing and drinking. You could see the rich and famous mingling with the who's who of the city, the atmosphere one of wild abandon and debauchery. But your eyes were drawn to one person in particular...

There she was, Ri, standing with a group of people, her presence commanding attention. She looked as confident as ever, her head held high, a glass of vodka in her hand. She was laughing and chatting, but her eyes kept wandering every now and then, searching for something. She was like a predator on the prowl, looking for her next prey.

Her eyes suddenly found yours, and her gaze snapped to you instantly. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, a smile spreading across her face, a smile filled with satisfaction and desire. She excused herself from the group, her attention completely focused on you as she started to make her way over.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as she came closer, her gaze never leaving yours. You felt your breath quicken, adrenaline pumping through your veins. As she finally reached you, she looked you up and down, taking in every inch of you, like a predator sizing up their prey. Her eyes were filled with hunger, her smirk predatory.

Ri stepped close, her body a mere inch away from touching yours, her eyes locked onto yours. She could feel the heat radiating from your body, the tension between you almost crackling with electricity. She raised her hand, her fingers tracing along your jawline, her touch making your skin shiver. Her voice was low, filled with desire.

She took a step closer, her body pressed against yours now, her scent overwhelming your senses. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above your earlobe as she whispered, her breath sending tendrils of heat down your spine. "You a lil’ late Mama." she said, her hand gripping your waist, her fingernails digging into your flesh.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, her possessive grip sending a shiver down your spine. You inhaled sharply, your body pressing into hers instinctively, trying to get even closer. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky and laced with desire.

Ri gave a low laugh, her grip tightening on your waist. "Don't be sorry Mama, I got a way for you to make it up to me." She spoke into your ear, her voice low and sensual.

Your mind was spinning, your body on fire with desire. You leaned closer to her, your breath ragged with anticipation. "And what's that?" you managed to say, your voice tremoring.

Ri let out a low, sultry laugh, her hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer against her. "Oh you gon’ find out soon enough." She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your neck, her lips trailing along your pulse point. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve in your body.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your lips as she kissed your neck. Her touch was intoxicating, every press of her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but arch into her touch, your body craving hers, begging for more.

You felt the pressure building on your bladder, and you knew you needed to take a break from the party. You excused yourself and made your way through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. As you entered the bathroom, you noticed a girl leaning against the sink, her eyes fixed on you. She was stunning, with long, dark hair and sharp features. She was dressed in sexy, revealing clothes, and her gaze was calculating as she took you in.

She pushed off from the sink, walking over to you with a confidence that exuded dominance. She smirked, her eyes roaming over your body in a way that made you feel like prey. "You know, when I heard Ri was bringing someone to the party I just had to see it for myself." Her voice was low and sultry, sending a chill down your spine.

You felt a mixture of intrigue and nervousness as she approached you, her eyes sweeping over your body. "Um, I'm sorry, have we met...?" you asked, trying to keep your composure

She chuckled, her smirk growing wider as she leaned against the wall, still eyeing you like a predator eyes prey. "No, I doubt that we haven't seen each other before, but I know a few things about you love." She said, her eyes roaming over your body again, her gaze settling on your neck. "For example, I know you're Ri's newest toy. Ain’t you cinnamon? The girl who do braids?"

You narrowed your eyes, your irritation growing with each word she spoke. "I ain’t nobody’s toy." You replied in a cool, steady voice. "And I ain’t no damn toy to no one. I’m a grown ass woman, not somebody thing to own."

She let out a laugh, her smirk turning into a full on smile. "Oh really? That’s not what I heard from Ri. She ain’t shy about bragging about what she got going on with you darling." She said in a mocking tone.

Your irritation turned into anger now, and you clenched your fists, your heart pounding with anger. "You don’t know what the hell you talking about, sweetheart. Ri and I ain’t nothing but just..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't even know exactly what you was to her.

The girl noticed your hesitance, and her smirk widened. "Aww, you unsure about your relationship with her? Ain't that adorable. Can't even define it yourself." She said, clearly enjoying taunting you.

You felt your irritation flare up again, her words hitting a nerve. "Look, I don't need you up in my personal life. Who I am with and what I am to Ri ain’t none of y’all damn business." You said through gritted teeth.

She raised an eyebrow at your tone, clearly not expecting the pushback. "Touchy, aren't we? It must suck not knowing where you stand. Ri’s just playing with you, you know that, right? She’s always been that way, always tossing people aside when she gets bored. She’s never been into the whole emotional attachment thing. She just likes the thrill of the chase."

You felt anger bubbling to the surface as she spoke, your mind racing with thoughts. Hearing her mocking tone and her words, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration. Her taunting words stung like a slap in the face, hitting too close to home. The intensity of your emotions overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you stormed off, leaving the bathroom and making your way out of the penthouse party.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, the loud music and noise fading behind you. Your mind was still racing, filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. You felt like you needed to get away, to escape from the party and the world for a while. With your emotions in a whirlwind, you started walking away from the penthouse, not even knowing where you were going, just blindly following instinct.

Ri walked out of the penthouse, looking around for you. Her heart was racing with worry, not used to feeling this intensely for someone. "Where the hell she go at?" she murmured to herself, her eyes darting around the area, searching for any sign of you.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she realized you were nowhere to be found. She started to panic as she thought about all the possible scenarios that could have led to you leaving. Her mind reeled, running through all the possibilities. "I gotta find her," she said aloud, desperation in her voice.

Ri's eyes caught sight of you, your figure standing out in the night. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, but also a twinge of worry. She started to make her way towards you, quickening her pace. "Baby!" she called out, her voice carrying over the noise of the night. "Baby where you goin?"

You heard her call out to you, her voice filled with concern and urgency. You stopped in your tracks, your mind still clouded with anger and confusion. For a moment, you considered just ignoring her and walking away, but the sound of her voice had a gravitational pull you couldn't resist.

You turned towards her, your eyes meeting hers. The anger was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface, but something in her gaze made it fade just a little. "What the fuck do you want Ri?" you asked, your voice cool and guarded.

Ri felt a pang of disbelief and surprise at your tone. She was taken aback by the coldness in your voice, something she had never heard before. She looked around, her expression turning stern and sarcastic. "You talkin to me like that?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and annoyance.

You met her gaze with a defiant glint in your eyes, your anger and hurt surfacing in your tone. "What, you surprised I’m talking back? You must have mistaken me for someone different tonight." You said with a sarcastic edge, your words dripping with frustration.

Ri laughed, a dry, humorless sound. She could feel her temper starting to flare, her patience wearing thin. "Oh so we being a smartass now, huh? Cute." she said, her tone cold and stern.

You looked at her, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. “That ex of yours, she know you, know me? She know what I do for a living?”. You clenched your fists, your mind racing. “She been tellin me how you talk about me like I’m some toy”. You took a step closer to her, your voice low and hard.

Ri's expression hardened even further at your words. She hadn't expected you to bring up Amira, and the fact that she had been talking about you made her uneasy. "Wait, hold up. She been talkin to you? What did she say exactly?" she asked, her voice low and tense.

You raised your chin defiantly, the fire in your eyes sparking as you answered her. "She was telling me how you talk about me. How I’m just a toy for you, all fun and no feelings. How you don’t care, and how I’m just your newest lil plaything." You said, your words cutting like a knife through the tense air.

Ri's face darkened, her eyes narrowing. "She said what? That bullshit. You know she just tryna start trouble and you falling for it like a damn fool. All exes do that shit Mama." She clenched her fists, her own anger building.

You let out a scoff, your own anger building. "Oh, so now it’s bullshit? But you ain’t denying it." You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two.

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated laugh. "It ain’t like that. She just mad cause she’s still hung up. This what she do when she don’t get her way. You can’t be believin her bullshit. She just want to get in between us, tryna start drama." Her words came out fast, desperate, her eyes pleading.

The pain in your chest intensified at her words, and your anger flared. "Oh, so I’m supposed to just disregard her words? Ignoring the truth right in my face just because you say she liein? What reason she got huh? Why she want to get in between us if you ain’t like that?" You took another step closer, your eyes blazing.

Ri ran a hand through her hair, frustration in her movements. "I ain’t saying disregard her completely, but knowin her she probably over exaggeratin everything. She get upset over any little thing. She probably still salty I left her, so all this just her way of tryna get at me by messin with you." She tried to sound reasonable.

Ri cocked her head, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity. "So why you so tense all of a sudden? Ain’t me and you got a thing. What you care so much about what my exes say?" She asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. "And don’t you have a man right now anyway?"

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you tried to keep your cool. "Yeah, I used to. Key words being used to. We ain’t together no more". You said, your words tinged with bitterness.

Ri raised an eyebrow at that, the information taking her aback. "Oh?" She said, her expression changing. "You and ol dude split up? When did this happen?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her curiosity was clear.

You let out a scoff, your mind flashing back to the memory. "He just couldn’t handle it when he saw you commentin on my Instagram story with the heart eye emoji. He got it in his mind that we was messin around, and his jealousy just got outta control." You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous memory.

Ri’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. "He broke up with you over that? Really? He’s that insecure over my comment on yo Instagram story?" She let out a scoff, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.

As the silence settled between you, tension crackled through the air. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, the intensity almost electric. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anger and confusion from earlier now tinged with a new, unexpected anticipation.

Ri couldn’t help but feel her own emotions swirling, the mixture of frustration and desire making her head spin. She took in the sight of you, anger and defiance still etched on your face, and yet she could see something else lingering in your eyes. Could it be the same emotion that was coursing through her veins right now? She took a step closer, closing the distance between you slightly.

Ri’s hand slowly moved to your throat, her touch gentle but firm, and a dark smirk crossed her face. "You still mad at me, mama?" she repeated, her voice low and sultry. Your heart raced as you felt the pressure of her hand on your throat, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah," you replied, but your voice lacked conviction. Ri’s smirk deepened, her gaze darkening as she leaned in closer.

She tightened her grip slightly, making you gasp. "Oh, you can lie to yo self all you want, but I can tell you’re not really mad at me." She said, her eyes wandering over your face, taking in every little detail. Her thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the touch sending sparks through your body. You felt yourself growing weaker under her stare, unable to deny the effect she was having on you.

Ri noticed the way your eyes fluttered, the way your body responded to her touch, and the smirk turned even more predatory. "I know what you need, ma. You ain’t mad at me, not really." She said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. "What you need is a way to let go, to let all that tension out." Her hand trailed down your neck, slowly and teasingly.

Your breath caught in your throat as her hand moved down your neck, the touch both torturous and tantalizing. You tried to protest, to deny the truth of her words, but you found yourself unable to form any words. Instead, a soft whimper escaped your lips, betraying your true feelings. Ri chuckled darkly at the sound, her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more.

Ri stepped even closer, bodies now pressed against each other, her body heat radiating through you. She leaned in, her lips almost touching your ear. "You think you deserve to be angry at me, huh? But really, you know you just want me to make up for it," she murmured, her voice like honey, smooth and intoxicating. "You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, ma?"

“Yes..” you mumbled, greeting needier by the second.

Ri’s grip on your throat tightened even more, her eyes darkening with desire. Her gaze locked onto yours, waiting for you to give in and surrender to what you truly wanted. She raised her eyebrows, her expression telling you exactly what she wanted you to say. "Uh uh, that ain’t my name mamas. Come on, ma. You know what you need to say." She said, her voice a low, commanding tone.

Your body tingled, your need for her growing stronger with every second. You could feel her breath against your face as she waited for you to give in and say what she wanted to hear. "I need you, daddy." you finally admitted in a hushed whisper, the words spilling out before you even realized it.

Ri’s grin widened as she heard the words leave your lips, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. Her grip on your throat loosened, but her hand stayed there, a possessive touch that set your heart ablaze. "There we go baby." She murmured, her voice a dark, velvety purr.

She leaned in even closer, her lips barely touching your ear. "You want me to take care of you, ain’t that right?" She asked, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t deny it, not with her so close, her scent filling your senses, her touch igniting a fire within you. "Yes." You whispered, your voice shaky, but filled with need.

Ri raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, what?" She asked, her voice firm and commanding. She wanted to hear you say it again, the word that she knew would send you spiraling even more into submission.

You felt a jolt of heat shoot through you, your body responding to her command. "Yes, daddy," you repeated, your voice tinged with a mixture of desire and submission. Saying the word out loud heightened the sensations coursing through you, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure and need.

Ri’s gaze never left you as she led you to her car and opened the door for you, her smirk still in place. There was a possessive glint in her eyes, as if marking her claim on you. As you sat down, she gently closed the door behind you, her eyes roaming over your body for a moment longer before she walked around to the driver’s seat. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come swirling through the air.

Ri got into the driver’s seat, her body just inches away from yours. The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the tension between you, making it feel suffocatingly intimate. She started the car, the engine purring to life and the soft music from the radio filling the space. As she pulled the car away, her hand fell to your thigh, her touch sending shivers through your body.

You shivered under her touch, her hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing subtle circles across your skin. It was a possessive touch, like she was claiming you as hers, marking you as her own. You could feel her gaze on you, even as she focused on the road, her attention divided between you and the drive.

Ri’s hand kept stroking your thigh, her touch growing bolder as the miles passed. The tension between us was building to an unbearable degree, your body trembling under her touch. Every touch of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think clearly. You could feel her eyes on you, the intensity of her stare almost overwhelming.

Ri's grip on your thigh tightened, her hand inching higher, higher, higher. She could feel you squirming in the seat, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape you. You were a mess, a mess she made, and she was relishing every second of it.

You let out a soft noise as her hand reached higher, her touch burning through your skin. You wanted more, needed more, but she was controlling this, and she knew it. She was in control, and you were completely at her mercy. Ri could see the way you were coming apart at her touch, the desire in your eyes igniting an animalistic need within her.

"Look at me." Ri commanded, her hand pausing in its journey up your thigh. You opened your eyes, meeting her smoldering gaze. She studied you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, completely undone by her touch.

She could see the needy look in your eyes, the desperate need for her, the way you were fighting to keep yourself together. She found it adorable, and a darker, possessive part of her wanted to see you completely come apart, completely submit to her. "Good. Keep looking at me ma."

Your eyes stayed fixed on her, unable to look away. The mixture of desire and submission making it impossible to look anywhere else but at her. Your body was on fire, your skin burning wherever she touched you. You could feel yourself slipping, losing control and falling deeper under her spell.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, your body trembling as her touch sent sparks through you. You felt like you were on the edge of something, something intense and overwhelming. Ri’s smirk deepened as she watched you come undone, her touch growing bolder, more confident. "You doin’ so good for me, ma. Just keep looking at me."

Ri pulled the car up to a beautiful, luxurious house, the exterior exuding elegance and wealth. The property boasted a sprawling landscape, with towering trees and lush greenery surrounding the house. The outside lights shone brightly, illuminating the property in a warm, inviting glow. Your eyes widened at the sight of the house, taken aback by its sheer magnificence. It was clear that this wasn't just any ordinary house, but a place of opulence and grandeur. Ri killed the ignition, her gaze shifting to you, her smirk growing wider at your reaction.

She let her hand travel one final time up your thigh, her touch lingering for a moment before she withdrew it. Her eyes shone with a dark, possessive gleam, her words a whisper. "Come on, ma.”

She opened the car door, stepping out into the night. You took a moment to catch your breath, before following her lead, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her touch. As you made your way up to the house, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Ri, her figure tall and imposing, her presence commanding. But despite her exterior, you couldn't shake off the fact that everything was about to change once you stepped inside.

Ri opened the door, the interior of the house lit by soft lights, revealing an entrance hall that was just as opulent as the outside. The floors were made of polished wood, the walls lined with expensive artwork. The space was tastefully decorated, with a sense of style mixed with comfort.

You followed Ri as she walked farther into the house, your eyes roaming over the interior, taking in the sheer opulence of the space. You couldn't help but feel a little out of place in such an extravagant environment, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you feel oddly comfortable.

Ri led you through the house, passing by several rooms, each one more elegant and luxurious than the last. She stopped in front of a door, turning to look at you with a smirk before opening it. The bedroom beyond was truly fit for a queen, with a huge king-size bed dominated the room, soft silk sheets and plush pillows beckoning you to sink into their embrace.

The room was bathed in a soft, ambient light, the colors of the room a soothing shade of blue and white. A fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm and intimate glow. The rest of the room was filled with expensive furniture and stylish decorations, the space a perfect blend of luxury and tastefulness.

Ri stepped further into the room, her movements smooth and cat-like. She moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, her eyes never leaving yours. She patted the spot next to her, motioning for you to join her.

You hesitated for a moment, but the pull of her gaze was impossible to resist. You walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to her, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, the air between you crackling with electricity.

Ri took off her jacket, revealing her toned and taut muscles. Her tanned skin was covered in colorful tattoos, the ink dancing over her well-defined abs and arms. The purple sports bra she was wearing hugged her form, emphasizing every curve and muscle, the sight leaving your mouth dry.

Ri turned to you, a vulnerability in her eyes that you hadn't seen before. She took your hand in hers, her voice low as she spoke. "You know I got feelings for you, right? Do you feel the same way about me? 'CuzI don't want you playing with my heart, ma. I need to know you're in this as much as I am.”

The raw honesty in her words touched you deeply, the vulnerability in her eyes making your heart swell. You could feel the truth and sincerity in her words, the weight of her feelings hanging heavily in the air. You held her hand tighter, feeling a connection run through you, a bond that went deeper than the surface.

You looked into her eyes, your voice steady as you spoke. "Of course I have feelings for you, Ri. But I also need to know that this ain't some game to you. I don't want to get played, I need to know that your feelings for me are real.”

Ri nodded, her expression serious. "You ain't gotta worry about that, ma. I'm done playing games. I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here because I like you, I'm here because I want you. I ain't playing." She said, her tone firm and sincere.

Her words were reassuring, the honesty in her voice making it clear that she wasn't toying with you. You felt the tension in your body ease slightly, a feeling of acceptance washing over you. There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with a mix of emotions. The room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away as you looked in her eyes.

Ri scooted closer, her hand still holding yours. Her eyes roamed over your face, a mix of desire and tenderness in her gaze. "I ain't gonna play with your heart. That ain't what I about. I ain't ever liked nobody how I like you." She said, her voice low and intense, her eyes searching your expression.

Her words sunk into you, a warmth spreading through your body. She wasn't kidding around, her feelings were real, as real as your own. You could feel the sincerity in her gaze, in her touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You let out a deep breath, your own feelings bubbling up inside of you, the need to express them almost overwhelming.

Ri's hand shot up, gripping your throat with possessive force. Without warning, she pulled you forward, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss that was all fire and desire. Her tongue slid into your mouth, dominant and demanding, the taste and feel of her overwhelming your senses. She kissed you with a fierce intensity, her hand on your throat holding you in place, her body pressing against yours. She took control, devouring your mouth with need and want.

You felt yourself melting into her kiss, the intensity of her touch burning through you. Your mind was clouded with need, your body responding to her touch like it was on fire. Your hands came to rest on her arms, gripping at her toned biceps, trying to anchor yourself in the wave of pure sensations that was coursing through you. Her hold on your throat was dominating, possessive, and you couldn't resist her, even if you wanted to.

Ri broke the kiss only to move to your neck, her kisses more like hungry bites, her teeth grazing against your skin. She was leaving her mark, showing anyone who laid eyes on you that you were hers. Her breath was hot against your skin, her body pressed flush against yours.

Ri's hands went to your clothes, roughly tugging at the fabric. She looked at you with dark, hungry eyes, her voice a low, possessive growl. "Take this off for me, ma. I want to see all of you." She said, her voice thick with need. Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your body responding to her command automatically, your hands working to obey her orders. She watched you with a predatory gaze as you began to undress for her.

As you took off your blouse, Ri's eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your beautifully shaped breasts, pert and sitting up on your chest with no assistance. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, as you removed your shorts, leaving you only in a thong. The fabric was thin and barely covering you, your body on display for her. Ri's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on her lips as she let out a soft moan, the sight of you like this driving her mad with desire.

You bent over, slowly pulling down your thong, your body moving in a tantalizing rhythm. Your ass was smooth and round, the sight making Ri's breath catch in her throat. She could feel her own desire growing egyre second, her body responding to the sight of you, almost as if you were hypnotizing her. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, the weight of her eyes making your body tremble slightly. The tension between you was palpable, both of you wanting to give in to the hunger that was consuming you both.

Ri's voice was thick with need as she gestured to the bed. "Lay down for me, ma." Her words were a command, and you could tell by the dark look in her eyes that she wanted to take control. You obeyed, feeling an almost submissive need to do as she said, your body eagerly complying. As you laid down on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, waiting for what she would do next.

Without hesitation, Ri latched onto one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth with fervor. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking against the bud as she savored the taste of the woman's skin. At the same time, her fingers delved into your soaked folds, stroking along her slit with purposeful intent.

Ri alternated between suckling and nipping at the nipple, occasionally grazing it with her teeth. Her other hand came up to knead the neglected breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between her fingers. All the while, she maintained a steady rhythm with her digits, thrusting two fingers deep inside your tight channel and curling them to hit that special spot within.

“Ahh fuck!” You cried out, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through you. Your hips bucked against Ri’s hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your nipple and her fingers inside you was driving you wild with lust.

Ri continued her relentless assault on your senses, alternating between lavishing attention on each nipple with her skilled mouth and driving her fingers deep into the your sopping wet cunt. She could feel your walls fluttering around her digits, growing tighter with each passing second.

Suddenly, Ri withdrew her fingers completely, ignoring the whimper of protest from you. With a wicked grin, she brought those slick digits to your lips, painting them with her own arousal. "Taste yourself, Mama," she demanded, her voice rough with desire. "See how sweet you is Ma."

You hesitantly parted your lips, allowing Ri to slip her coated fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself - musky and sweet - and couldn't help but let out a small moan around the digits. Your tongue swirled around them, cleaning every last drop of your essence.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tongue dart out to lick your own essence from her fingers. The sight sent a jolt of pure need straight to Ri’s core, making her throb with want.

"That's it Mama, nice and slow," Ri purred, slowly pumping her coated fingers in and out of Monét's mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me."

With her free hand, Ri fumbled with the button of her own pants, finally managing to undo them and slip her hand inside. She groaned softly as her fingers found her aching clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced ease.

"Mmm, you're doing so well, Mama," Ri breathed, her hips starting to rock subtly against her own hand.

You let out a soft whine, unable to hold back the sound of need that escaped your lips.

With a low chuckle, Ri removed her fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the column of your throat before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs once more. “Aww you whining Ma?" she teased, her voice husky with desire.

Without further preamble, Ri plunged three fingers deep into your dripping cunt, immediately setting a fast, hard pace. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub as she fucked you with long, deep strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans.

“Fuck! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!” You cried out, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. The coil of pleasure in your belly wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Ri’s pistoning fingers, trying to draw them even deeper.

Ri’s eyes flashed with triumph as she heard your desperate cries, feeling the your pussy clamp down around her fingers like a vice. She doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster, her thumb pressing down mercilessly on your clit.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me!" Ri’ commanded, her voice raw with need. "Show me what a good lil’ slut you are for me!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Ri curled her fingers just right, rubbing insistently against that spongy patch of nerves deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she sealed her lips around one of your nipples, biting down just shy of too hard as she sucked greedily.

“OHHH FUCKKK!!!” You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body convulsed, back arching off the desk as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated out from your core. Your pussy spasmed almost violently around Ri’s fingers, gushing fluid as you squirted all over the her hand and wrist.

“SHIT SHIT SHITTT!!!” You babbled incoherently, tears of ecstasy streaming down your face. You’d never come so hard in your life, the sheer intensity of it shorting out your brain. Your legs shook uncontrollably, barely able to keep your upright as you rode out the aftershocks.

Ri held you close as you trembled through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. "That's it, baby. Let it all out. You did so well," she cooed, gently massaging your lower belly to help prolong your pleasure.

You looked at her, your eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her toned, tattooed, physique. You couldn't resist the urge to ask, your voice thick with desire. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you, all of you." You said, the words coming out as a low, needy plea.

Ri’s breath caught in her throat at your request, a fresh wave of desire crashing over her. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She tossed it aside carelessly, revealing the smooth expanse of her dark skin and the toned muscles of her abdomen.

As Ri removed her bra, two perfect mounds were revealed - small yet pert, with dusky brown nipples already pebbled with arousal. But the most striking feature was the delicate silver bars that pierced through each nipple, glinting in the light. They added an edgy, sexy contrast to her otherwise elegant features.

Next, she undid the button of her pants, shimmying them down her hips and letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, now clad only in a pair of simple black panties that left little to the imagination. The damp spot at the center was evidence of just how turned on she was.

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and desire. You couldn't help the words that fell from your lips, your voice desperate and eager. "Ri, I want to please you. Lemme make you feel good please daddy..." The words came out in a breathless rush, your body trembling with anticipation.

You wasted no time, getting on your knees in front of her as she stared down at you, her eyes dark with desire. You could feel her gaze heating your skin, your body wanting, no needing to please her. Your head lowered, your eyes locking onto hers.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as you knelt before her, the submissive position sending a thrill of power through her veins. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them down her legs, kicking them away impatiently. Now fully nude, she stepped closer, the heat of her arousal palpable mere inches from your face.

Reaching out, Shuri tangled her fingers in your braids, gripping the strands firmly. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work Ma," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Worship my pussy like the eager slut you are."

With that, Ri’ used her hold on your hair to guide your face towards her dripping core.

You eagerly obeyed, burying your face between Ri’s thighs. You started by dragging the flat of her tongue along Shuri's slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal. Ri’s grip on your hair tightened as you lapped at her folds, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, yes mama...just like that," Ri groaned, grinding her hips forward to press her wet heat more firmly against your mouth. "Get your tongue in deep. Taste how much I want you Babygirl."

She began to rock back and forth, riding your face with increasing urgency. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the slick glide of her pussy against your lips and tongue.

Ri’ threw her head back in ecstasy, lost in the incredible sensations of your talented mouth working her most intimate places. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding and rolling, seeking more of that delicious friction. The wet sounds of your ministrations grew louder, more lewd, spurring Ri on.

"That's it, don't stop," Ri panted, her free hand coming up to palm her breast roughly, tweaking a pierced nipple. "Suck on my clit. Make me cum on that beautiful face!"

She pulled you tighter against her, smearing her juices across the other your cheeks and chin. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

You focused your attention on Ri’s sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the throbbing bud. You sealed your lips around it and suckled hard, hollowing your cheeks to create a tight seal. At the same time, you pushed two fingers deep into Ri’s clenching channel, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside.

The dual stimulation proved too much for Ri to withstand. With a sharp cry of rapture, her inner walls clamped down rhythmically on your invading digits as her climax crashed over her. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming pussy, coating your face and filling your mouth with the tangy essence of Shuri's release.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that!”

Ri’s entire body shuddered and convulsed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around your fingers, drawing them deeper as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from them. Obscene amounts of her fluids gushed out, painting your face and filling her mouth with the musky-sweet taste of Ri’s essence.

“Aaahhhnnnn! Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" Ri wailed, grinding her hips erratically against your mouth and hand. The dual stimulation of your skilled tongue on her clit and those clever fingers stroking her G-spot sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating out from her core.

You continued your relentless assault on Ri’s most sensitive areas even as the other woman came undone above you. You flattened her tongue and licked a long, slow stripe up Ri’s slit, savoring the flood of juices that coated her taste buds. At the same time, she pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch Ri open further and allow her to take a third digit into the clutching heat of her passage.

The obscene squelching noises of your fingers plunging in and out of Ri’s sopping cunt mixed with the wet sounds of your lips and tongue working Ri’s clit. Your free hand came up to grip her ass, holding her steady as you ate her out with single-minded focus and enthusiasm.

As the waves of her intense climax continued to crash over her, something unexpected happened. With a startled gasp, Ri felt a powerful jet of fluid erupt from her spasming pussy, splashing across your face and chest. It wasn't just a trickle - it was a veritable flood, as if someone had turned on a faucet deep inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Ri cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming sensation. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as more spurts of clear liquid gushed out, completely drenching you below. The force of it surprised even Ri, who had never experienced such an intense squirting orgasm before.

Panting heavily, Ri finally slumped forward, bracing one hand on the wall behind you for support.

Still catching her breath, Ri looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of your face glazed with her juices. She reached out to cup your cheek, thumbing away some of the excess fluid.

"Mmmm, what a good girl you are Mama," Ri purred approvingly. "You took yo assignment so well, worshipping my pussy just like I asked. I'm very pleased with you, babygirl."

Her tone shifted to something deeper, more dominant. "Tell Daddy thank you for using your mouth so thoroughly. Let me hear how grateful you are for the privilege of tasting me."

Thank you Daddy," You breathed reverently, your voice husky with satisfaction.

What would happen now? Would Ri continue to play games with Amira, leading to more drama and heartache. And what would happen when your ex-boyfriend daniel found out that his assumptions were true? Would he confront you, angry and hurt by the news? Your mind whirled with possibilities, the future uncertain and full of possibilities.

[masterhallmark]

Credit for discovery: @misscloudiedays

So a lot of people are confused as to how Epic Mickey Rebrushed meaning Disney probably isn't getting profits works, so let me explain real quick:

What's the Sitch?

If you go to the Steam Page, Disney is not publishing EM Rebrushed themselves like they did with the original EM games, another company ,THQ Nordic, whom Disney does not own is.

This likely means they sold the licensing rights to that company rather than accepting profit cuts.

How this works

Copyright holders often do this if they think the product would make less profits than what they sold the licensing rights for. For example, this happened with the author of the Witcher books, who thought the games would flop and sold the licensing rights instead of accepting a percentage of the profits. He later acted like the victim when the games actually ended up being wildly successful. This also happened to the writer of the American Pokemon Theme Song, who didn't know the Pokemon franchise was going to go on for decades and remain popular, though he was more chill about it and worked something out.

Basically, Disney likely had so little faith in the game, they chose to sell instead of accept profits, which would mean whether you buy or pirate the game wouldn't affect them, since they would have already gotten the agreed upon amount, and they'd probably piss themselves if the profits Purple Lamp gets is more than what they sold it for.

Would they actually do that?

For anyone who questions if Disney would really be dumb enough to do this, REMEMBER THIS IS THE COMPANY WHO:

SHUT DOWN AND ENTIRE VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT COMPANY JUST BECAUSE EPIC MICKEY 2 DIDN'T MAKE AS MUCH MONEY AS EPIC MICKEY 1

THOUGHT PEOPLE WOULD ABANDON CONSOLE GAMING IN FAVOR OF MOBILE GAMING

THOUGHT KINGDOM HEARTS COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE SEQUELS

HAD A CEO WHO THOUGHT ADULTS DON'T ENJOY CARTOONS

AND THE MOST RECENT BLUNDER OF ALL, THOUGHT DISNEY FANS WOULD PREFER A LUMA KNOCKOFF OVER STARBOY IN WISH, BECAUSE THEY WANTED A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE

Yeah, I think they're that dumb.

Bottom Line

For those participating in the Disney boycott, it is probably safe to get the game, and will not be a breach of your boycott. Buying the game would instead show support to those who actually care about the game while not benefitting the company that abandoned it.

That being said, this is not guaranteed to be completely correct. Keep an eye on things as it develops, and make your own decisions on the matter.

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How they react to you telling them you're pregnant

Obligatory reader is afab but like most of my posts they're gn/gendered pronouns aren't used

Slenderman;

Cue the confusion

Pregnant?

Surprised more than anything, he didnt think that he could get you pregnant considering you're both different species

And also he didnt think he was fertile; at least not in the normal sexual reproduction way

Kinda just

Accepts it

Now do I think he would be a good dad?

Maybe? He wouldn't be horrible or absent, but some human things are still foreign to him, including raising a child.. so hes probably going to need a decent amount of guidance

I feel like he'd also be a helicopter parent? He already watches you like a hawk, he'd probably start doing the same with his kid as they get older

"Hey (kid name) who's that tall white boy following you??" "Oh that's my dad"/j

Becomes more protective of you during the pregnancy and the weeks after

Takes it in stride tbh

Splendorman;

Pause

Before you start to worry he scoops you up

Also thought it wasnt possible, but is hyped when he finds out the news

He WILL pamper you... may also dip into overbearing territory, though

He just doesnt want you or the baby to get hurt

He says goodnight to the bump later on in the pregnancy tbh

Oh you know hes gonna be decorating their room and giving them loads of toys

Would be a good father but may dip into unhealthy habits

This dude struggles with toxic positivity imo, so that's definitely something that's gonna need to be addressed

Laughing Jack;

Okay obviously ALL of them are probably going to be sat down and told the news, but Jack is gonna need the most talking to given that he probably doesn't grasp the gravity of it

He KNOWS what pregnancy is, he KNOWS what a baby is; but he doesn't know the intricacies of pregnancy if that makes sense

Like he doesnt know about the soreness, or cravings, or how fragile those tiny human beings actually are. Dude already struggles with being gentle with adults

So it's going to require a long and in depth talk about everything that's going to happen if you guys decide to keep the kid

Reaction wise, he takes it seriously. Kind of uncanny compared to his usual silly demeanor

Again, due to him being a lil dumb hes almost under reacting

As a parent I think...

Okay he'd probably kinda suck

He would love the kid but he would be so so so irresponsible I'm so sorry

Gives the kid candy for meals (bro cant cook)

Get that man into some parenting classes PLEASE

Eyeless Jack;

Another "I'm surprised because I deadass thought I was infertile" one, given my whole lore/Hc for EJ

The most worried out of them all

"What if they're like me and are cursed? What if they hate me? What if they grow to hate me? What if-"

He baby proofs his cabin... before insisting that the baby stays at your place primarily (if you haven't moved in with him) because he's scared of his whole... eating people thing

Please give him loads and loads of reassurance, hes gonna need it

He'll work hard to be the best father he can be, though!

He takes the kid out for walks in the woods, teaches them different plants and bugs and tells them which are dangerous

"Oh I don't want to hold them, what if I hurt em?" *falls asleep while holding his baby after reading them a story*

Masky;

You gotta baby proof him and the house im sorry, hes feral

Another "you're gonna have to sit him down and lay down the rules" type deal

Hes already mellowed out around you but he needs to mellow out a touch more for an infant

Hard to gauge his reaction but he seems.... excited? Hard to tell when hes sitting still and wearing a mask

When the baby comes he, like slenderman, also watches them like a hawk

You will walk in on him sitting over their crib at 3am/hj

Surprisingly gentle when it comes to handling the kid, just casually walks around with them and shit

Great for looking after the kid during the night while you rest

Hoodie;

V similar to Masky but he's already naturally calm

Putting this here now before I forget but he would take his mask off to make faces at the baby to try to make them laugh

Mf doesn't take his mask off for you though ☝️🙄/hj

Surprisingly good at calming down screaming infants for some reason

Similar reaction as Masky; hard to read but way easy to guess its positive since he lightly boinks where his mouth would be under his mask to your cheek while papping your stomach

Hes a lil silly

But hes got the spirit

Good dad, me thinks

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

HEAR ME OUT 😭 toga!reader who grew up with katsuki and izuku, she was always insecure about her quirk bc ppl told her liking gore was weird etc and ofc kats bullied her bc of that… until she grew older, realised how much her quirk can do, joined league of villains alongside dabi… maybe dabi takes a liking to her ^^ and he understands the need for revenge all too well… 🙂‍↔️ THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE RN!

Wait this is so fun!! I usually try to keep the readers quirk undefined because I know some people want to insert their own but tbh I loveeee gory quirks and stuff

I'll Kill 'Em, You Hide the Body

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: language, slightly suggestive, bullying, violence, blood (ofc), also it's been a while since I've written less dialogue heavy stuff so let me know if you have any critiques!

Word Count: 2.1k

Dabi had never been a fan of Toga.

The blonde was nothing short of psychotic, which he usually didn't mind by itself. Still, she possessed an undeniable creepiness about her that had him keeping as much as possible.

Seeing that she had wormed her way into his room to jab him for blood once may or may not have exemplified his dislike.

You on the other hand?

It was interesting how you and the blonde shared similar quirks, powers of seperate sides of the same coin with minor differences on how you used them.

It was even more interesting, however, with how much different the two of you actually were.

He remembered how you acted when you had first been introduced to the League, quiet and eyes glued to the floor, words slurred from the subtle way you tried to keep your mouth closed as you spoke. Still, your efforts seemed to be in vain, the soft whites of your sharpened canines becoming revealed the second you had joined them for a meal.

In all honesty, Dabi had thought it was dumb, how insecure you were of your quirk. He had seen mutant-quirk holders with features much more abhorrent than your barely noticeable fangs.

Spinner, the giant lizard man working along with you both was an easy example.

Shigaraki had accepted you, seemingly already knowledgeable of whatever powers you possessed when Giran had brought you to the hideout, leaving everyone else in the dark.

And while the others hadn't seemed to mind, accepting your soft spoken demeanor and mystery with open arms, Dabi wasn't exactly elated to have another weakling on the team.

How the hell would he be able to trust that you wouldn't fuck up if he didn't know what you could do?

So when Shigaraki had assigned you to his group for a mission, he had scoffed, grumbling about how you were just going to get yourself killed.

You, however, had been quite the surprise.

Drawing a small knife from your boot, you slid the blade over your palm, the metal leaving a thin line of scarlet behind. He watched as the liquid pooled over your fingers before rising in the air, leaving your skin clean and untouched.

He watched, cerulean eyes wide as he took in the horrific beauty you possessed.

Blood continued to slip from your cut, each drop falling upward to amalgamate into your dreadful creation, a vine of vermilion that trailed around a group of your opponents.

When a squeeze of your fist, the ruby liquid clotted together, wrapping around the men and pulling them together into a makeshift prison. The blood, now miraculously hardened, poked at their skin, pulling at their own plasma until it was also under your control.

You used your other hand, careful not to mix the substances, before forming the material into a scythe. If one listened hard enough, they could hear the edge of the blade slicing through the air, just as deadly and graceful as its wielder.

It was almost poetic, the way you cut through your foes with the innards of their comrades.

By the end of it, a gory havoc had exploded through the room, you, just as untouched and pristine as before all of it, standing in the middle of it.

Beckoning a finger forward, you drew your own blood back toward you, the fluid snaking back under your skin and gluing the cut back together.

Toga had been absolutely obsessed with you from that moment on, hanging off your shoulder and chatting your ear off whenever you would let her.

Surprisingly, you didn't exactly seem to mind, expression holding nothing was silent contentment, the way one may look at a younger sibling or apprentice.

Dabi, on the other hand, had only grown increasingly obsessed with figuring you out.

To say you grew up isolated was an understatement.

When your quirk had first been revealed, your parents had been happy, albeit a bit taken aback by the initial grimness of it, hopeful for the unwritten future of success you had waiting.

Blood bending had quite the potential, after all.

Similarly, your friends had been enamored by the creations of your ability, eyes wide in childish wonder as you made inanimate creatures float around the classroom, one of your favorite tricks.

Your life had started to end the first day you passed out in class.

It had been a small turtledove that time, red as rubies and small enough to fit in your hand. The avian organism flying over your head was the last thing you remembered before the world went black.

Filled with panic, your parents had rushed you to the nearest urgent care, voices laced with tension as they explained the situation, even as you woke up. The doctor had done numerous tests, each more exhausting than the last.

A few days passed, filled with fear and anticipation at each time you would faint without an explanation.

'Extremely low iron' was the first thing written on the report, letters big and angry. Still, those that followed were so much worse.

The notion of having to consume some form of blood, not only to sustain your quirk, but to keep you alive, left your family in shambles.

Each of your friends began to trickle away after the news as well, most scared by the rumor that you were secretly a vampire started by some blond a few grades below you. Bakugou was his name, that of which you had learned a few days later as the bullying continued.

Whispers lined the hallway as you walked past, each hushed syllable and scowl following you like a disease.

"She'll eat you if you let her too close."

"I heard she picks people off the streets and drains 'em."

The love for gore and scary movies you had definitely didn't help your case.

Regardless, back then, you would've easily watched some romantic comedy instead of your favorite slasher film, if only it could be done with friends by your side, giggling at the dreamy love interest and cheesy lines.

And despite your desperate yearning for companionship, maybe you would've been fine if it was left at plain isolation.

The worst of it started when Bakugou convinced some of his friends to break into your locker. They had taken your lunch box and dumped the contents out in the nearest trashcan before stuffing it back in, all of which you being completely oblivious to.

When you opened your lunchbox expecting the usual sandwich and bag of chips, your eyes had doubled in horror when they met the dead bird cradled within instead.

Home could have easily been a sanctuary for you, but it soon became just as depressing as school.

Thankfully, your doctor had been able to give you meager rations of the blood donations the local hospital received weekly. Still, you began to dread each time your parents went out to pick it up from the pharmacy.

They would hand you the bag to put in the freezer, fingers barely gripping the plastic like it was a dead animal.

As far as you knew, it very well could've been.

Their complaints ran through your ears constantly, vivid descriptions of the revolted looks the nurses would give him, followed by the scattered glances of pity they might get from other parents at the store.

Once, your mother had to excuse herself from the table, silently gagging at the ruby liquid in your cup. Soon it became a regular occurrence, both leaving in disgust until you were left to eat your meals alone, food cold and room silent.

A few years inched by before they pushed you away as well, lending you money for a small apartment on the other side of town, as far away from them as possible.

By the time you turned eighteen, they had cut you off completely, giving you just enough time for all that sadness and insecurity to meld into hate.

Joining the League was the first thing you did after moving out.

Surprisingly, it hadn't taken a long time at all for Dabi to take a liking to you, the quiet admiration stemming from his initial awe at your power, regardless of how much he didn't want to admit it.

Taunting you soon becomes his favorite activity. You were unexpectedly hard to fluster, but the way your eyes would flit to the ground in embarrassment made it deliciously worth it.

Regardless, the soft blood lust burning in your eyes whenever he would push your buttons too far had his pants tightening.

It was hard to decide which reaction he liked better.

Those were the reactions he was digging for tonight, arms crossed as he leaned on your door frame, smirking at the way you had mindlessly left the entryway to your room unlocked.

It was like you were practically begging him to come in.

He had learned of your past a few hours ago from Kurogiri, the dark mass of mist and fog easily digging out the information.

The knowledge had pissed him off, sure. In all honesty, he would've happily added another U.A. brat to his kill-list, especially once he recognized Bakugou's name, the idiot being in the same class as his darling little brother.

Still, Dabi had enough self respect to consult you first.

Or, at least, he had convinced himself it was 'consulting.' Whether or not it was more accurately 'annoying you until you did something worth the regret' was none of his concern.

And it was all the more motivation if he could worm his way into your good graces.

He definitely wouldn't mind letting you play damsel if it meant winning your affection in the end.

Maybe it was the mention of that blond twerps name, or maybe that of your parents, which had your fingers curling around your pencil, your line of sight glued to the paper in front of you.

"Get out. I'm working," you said without looking up.

"You know, fucking someone up would make you feel a lot better than writing in a diary." He walked over to where you were sitting, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. A hand slipped over your shoulder as he bent down, the warmth of his skin kissing your own as he whispered, "Or I know some other ways of relieving stress if you want help."

You scoffed, ignoring the heat building in your cheeks at the insinuation. "Are you always this annoying?"

"Only for you, doll."

Dabi was quite the flirt, and while you were quite masterful at hiding your own attraction to the man, each amorous comment had your defenses faltering.

"I just don't know how you can let that shit fly." His touch slid lower, hands snaking low enough to rest on your thighs, his breath tickling your ear. "If it was me, they would be six feet under right now."

"You really think I don't want to?" The heels of your chair slid across the wooden floor in an unpleasant screech, your pencil slamming against the desk as you stood and turned to face him. "I think about it all the fucking time! I just..." You swallowed. "There's no coming back from that... I don't know if I can."

Silence met your unwilling confession, clashing with the pit of embarrassment growing in your stomach. An attempt to hide from the scrutiny of his stare, you moved over to sit on your bed, resting your face in your hands as the stillness enveloped you.

"Then let me do it for you."

You looked up. "What?"

"I said," Dabi slowly crept over to you, gaze locked on your own. "Let me do it for you."

The way each syllable was enunciated with cruel ardor left you shivering, your skin prickling in goosebumps as the heat radiating off his body swept closer.

"I'll make sure to leave enough pieces behind to drain, if you want."

It was almost as if he could hear the blood thrumming through your veins, your quirk begging for the violent, venegeful release that you were being promised.

That annoyingly excitable muscle in his chest jumped at the way you looked at him, eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and ferocity.

Eventually, you gave your answer, quiet, but certain.

"Okay."

[manic-sapphic]

dude lmao this is from a yt edit that i felt the need to make into a gif.

ps

lmfao. like, how hard she could've murdered this bitch hahah. like when she was just adora. she never wanted to. even in s4, their one interaction? just catra planting DT among their ranks. tbh prob why DT knew immediately, catra all about adora. they ain't dumb. clever af, honestly. that's what makes em so dangerous.

how underrated she is. by sw. by even adora.

she doesn't deserve the condescension. she never tried too hard cause honestly - it seemed like back in the day - she was down to be adora's sidekick, kinda. she even seemed like she wanted to be. but then adora left. she was stoked that adora chose her to be that.

she loved her so much. and literallly always had.

how tf doesn't this hurt more people? catra ep 1. are you kidding me? so different from the rest of the show from like ep 3 till corridors lmao. so like 4 seasons. too long for me, tbh. she is so happy. so carefree. being w adora brought that outta her. she buried it after she left. wtf

i mean. just looking at this wounds me to my core dude what the hell lmao why nate?! wtf did i do to deserve this rofl

but what she was willing to do for her? stop it ok hahah this mf'er - she just wanted to keep adora safe. and possibly save the universe by doing so. lolol. she faked it for 4 seasons. warped by sw.

who convinced her she was like her. but the only way she was, was the parts sw hated the most in herself. and she took it out on catra.

she had to fight for her power... she wasn't "born into it."

but catra never wanted that. she just wanted to love adora.

FCK OFF SHADOW WEAVER

[ask-the-cool-kids-forsaken]

welcome to the kids' table!

an askblog for these 3 sillies because i care them :]

this is NOT an rp blog/multiverse compatible, sorry! this follows my personal au for them, and is entirely self contained. there will be plot!

asks will be answered with drawings whenever possible. if you don't specify who you're talking to, it'll go to all of them. don't be discouraged if your ask takes a bit to be answered!

as for me - heyo, name's kat! they/she, runner of this silly lil blog. you can check out my other forsaken and general roblox stuff at @phighting-for-my-sanity if u want :]

rules, character info, and tag directory under the cut!

rules:

NO NSFW UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. i can and will ban you on first offense. this includes suggestive jokes. don't test me on this one, this is an askblog about young children.

NO SHIPPING THEM TOGETHER. again, they are YOUNG CHILDREN, and are effectively siblings for the sake of this blog. if you don't like that, then gtfo.

No racism, homophobia, xenophobia, ableism, etc.

m!as are selectively allowed- you can give the kids things and make stuff happen to em but generally cant do stuff like involve the survivors/118o8 etc. so no "007n7 is here now" stuff, but you can give them a lolipop if you so please.

this is a mostly silly blog, but there may be angst at times. your ask may not be answered immidiately if it doesnt fit the vibes at the time of asking.

character bios!

all of them are dracobloxxer hybrids! mostly just because i think it's fun and i like drawing em like that lol.

also, they look like this OUTSIDE of rounds. in rounds, they become twisted into monsters (although they are unaware of this due to the spectres influence).

(yes im aware i misspelled bluudud's name in the ref im sorry)

bluudud

oldest of the 3 (12, almost 13)

also the tallest

generally the calmest when not gaming, but also the most closed off

always has the headphones on

has a gaming laptop and internet access (the spectre makes it so 118o8 can't see his posts and vice versa)

streams between rounds

reluctant babysitter

kinda a prick but in a dumb kid way

knows too many swears

friendly rivalry with c00lkidd, their parents are friends

c00lkidd

youngest (10) but still taller than pr3typriincess

most chaotic/high-energy of the 3

the bandanna was a gift from his dad

likes playing pretend and roughousing

the most naive of the trio

he loves his dad and keeps "playing" extra just to see him (;u;)

picked up a lot of no-no words from bluddud (john doe discourages this but can't stop him)

rivalry w/bluddud used to be a lot meaner (bluddud was a bully when they went to school) but theyve come to a truce more or less

pr3typriincess was his classmate before he was forsaken

pr3typriincess

shortest but middle child (recently turned 11)

also the most recently forsaken (due to her status as an upcoming skin as of writing this)

loves all things pink and glittery

former classmate to c00lkidd, she likes playing pretend with him

thinks bluddud is cool, if a bit frustrating sometimes

likes crafting, made all her accessories herself

most emotionally intelligent of the 3

"a priincess must treat her subjects with kindness!"

too short to reach countertops lol

her lore will prolly be a bit inconsistent until more info is released oops

tag directory:

#🍭 c00lest kidd in town - c00lkidd

#🎧 a whole lot bluer - bluudud

#👑 pr3ty in piink - pr3typriincess

#asks n answers - canon asks

#kat questions - ooc asks/questions for the mod (me)

#importantposting - ooc announcements and the like

[ghostsandfools]

Mysterious People in BFDI

I was thinking about it earlier and man, there are a lot of weird unnamed figures in BFDI! People we know nothing about, don’t have names or faces or known personalities. And I was thinking, what if I gathered them all in one place to see what’s up with ‘em?

(DISCLAIMER) I love yapping. Soooooo much yapping under the cut. Lots and lots of yapping. I may never shut up.

1 - The figure in Golf Ball’s flashback

Of all the mystery people in BFDI, this may be one of the most well known. In IDFB, Golf Ball has a flashback when inside the science museum. The flashback involves a ball (possibly GB or one of her relatives) being tormented by a mysterious figure. The ball tries to hide behind a vase, but someone breaks it apart with a bat. It’s unclear what happens afterwards. During the flashback, the figure repeatedly calls the ball ‘bozo’ which is one of Golf Ball’s iconic nicknames.

As for who the figure is, we’ve really got no idea. Some people believe it to be Match, since their voices are similar and Needle says Freesmart has secret business with the science museum, but that theory has some flaws. The figure seems more antagonistic than Match. Match and the rest of the freesmarters aren’t particularly nice, but GB seems genuinely traumatized, and after her flashback she immediately gets uncomfortable and insists that they leave the museum.

Hopefully this will be expanded on if IDFB ever continues, because that is indeed quite a mysterious figure.

2 - The evil ruler of the numeric realm

If you follow me, you already know this one. I post about them a concerning amount. In fact, I already made a post dedicated to the evil ruler just the other day! Right here: https://www.tumblr.com/ghostsandfools/773643752598290433/basics

But that post is long, so I’ll recap here. The evil ruler is mentioned a couple times in the book of division. Apparently they ruled over the algebraliens and are responsible for hiding the division symbol. It’s unclear what planet they ruled on, what they look like, what their name could be, and even how many there are! The evil ruler could be multiple people. There’s really a lot of options here.

It’s probably just wishful thinking, but I hope the evil ruler gets expanded on, they’re the best <333

3 - The author of the book of division

Hey, speaking of the book of division! Who wrote it?

I don’t want this post to get too wordy, so I’ll just refer to them as ‘the author.’ The author has no name or face, but a VERY distinct personality.

They tend to ramble a LOT. Full blown tangents about the most random things imaginable. It’s unclear if they’re like this in real life as well or if they’re just spewing nonsense so they can reach the word count they need.

They also don’t seem very interested in writing the book. They state that they were commissioned by somebody else to write the book, and they don’t seem to care about algebraliens at all.

On that note, the author is decidedly NOT an algebralien. They seem weirdly prejudiced actually. They call the algebraliens dumb a couple of times, they seem to not like them.

The author also claims to not know that much about algebraliens (even though they do know a lot. Like they know so much about algebraliens it is weirdly specific)

It’s unclear how educated this person actually is. They could’ve just made up the entirety of the book and that’s why it’s so specific, we actually have no clue. Could this be someone we already know, or a different entity entirely?

4 - Just Not’s narrator

Alright kinda surprised more people aren’t talking about this. In episode 6 of tpot, Just Not decides they wanna go on a quest to slay a dragon. And they get their own cool little singing narrator to accompany them.

Except. The narrator is not cool. The narrator keeps trying to lead them directly to their deaths. Eventually the team gets fed up with it and decides to just ignore it and do their own thing, and the narrator is never seen again that I know of.

So… Who was that??? Seriously who was that. Like, I’m surprised more people aren’t freaking out over this thing. What the actual heck.

We currently have no explanation why it’s so malicious towards Just Not or where it came from in the first place. I really hope they explain that eventually because I’m so confused!

5 - Three

I just realized I probably should’ve like. Ordered this list differently. Because if it were a top 5 list then this should’ve been number one and the numbers should’ve counted down instead of up… Or I could’ve been funny and put them at number 3…. None of that’s important though!

Three is. Probably the most well known mysterious figure in bfdi. We see them in jail inside of Four’s exit, but it’s important to remember that Four’s exit is connected to a lot of places- Like, they have a door that leads to the equation playground, but that doesn’t mean it’s actually inside of them!

That being said, Three could be imprisoned somewhere else and Four just has a portal or something that leads to their cell.

There are little references to Three ALL over the place, and I don’t think they’re going to stay a mystery for long. Still, as of writing this post, we don’t know much about them! We don’t know what they sound like or much about their personality.

Three was first seen in xfohv, in which they are notably not in jail! If xfohv is canon to bfdi, Three would have to have been jailed sometime between then and now.

It’s also strange that they have their own special cell in an actual prison. Fourteen is a literal cannibal and all they did to him was lock him up outside where anyone could find him, so Three must’ve done something pretty messed up.

They also appeared as a host a couple of times in Tpot 15, and considering the fact that ‘a couple changes’ remained at the end of the episode, Three could possibly have been freed during the shift.

Out of all of these entries, Three is the most lore relevant and the one we know the most about.

So… Anyways. Oki doki, I’m done yapping now ^_^

If you’re more familiar with bfdi lore than I am and think I’ve gotten anything wrong, feel free to correct me!! I’m still fairly new around here, kind of, not really, it’s been a couple months, idk-

[propertyofkylar]

Happy early birthday!!!

Worship with Whitney

Preferably no smut, I just want him to tell me that I’m actually beautiful or something.

FIRST PROMPT EVENT POST LET'S GO

pairing: m!whitney x gn!reader

word count: 577

cw: just some canon-compliant name-calling, a little bit of possessiveness

it was hard to do worship with no smut but i did my best <3

“What’s wrong?”

Whitney’s eyes narrowed as he studied your face closely. It came as a surprise to you - you usually were very good at hiding your feelings, and frankly thought that at this moment nothing could have possibly seemed off. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, hoping your boyfriend wouldn’t care enough about your feelings to push the topic. 

You were wrong. 

Whitney tapped ash from his cigarette. “You’re lying,” he said simply before motioning to you with his free arm. “C’mere. You’re not fun when you’re all mopey and it’s pissing me off.”

You took a step closer and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight. “Now you’re gonna tell me what’s wrong or else I’m putting this out on you,” he waved the cigarette in your face. 

Chewing on your lip, you looked away from Whitney as you tried to figure out what to say. “I don’t know,” you said and as soon as you did, your eyes began welling up with tears. Emotions flooded your entire being and you looked at the ground. How could you even begin? The debt. The stress. The constant attacks. Literally everything that’s going on in your life. It’s all just too much. 

Whitney sighed and flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his toe. “Listen, slut,” he began, and you instinctively looked at him. He had a serious look on his face. “If anyone tries to fuck with you, you bring ‘em to me. Alright?”

You blinked. You weren’t expecting that. “…huh?”

He rolled his eyes. “I know everyone wants a piece of my slut. It’s really fucking annoying, actually. And these dumb fucks talk. A lot. And I hear what they say. And…” Whitney let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say was incredibly taxing to him. “You shouldn’t listen to them.” 

You, again, were speechless. “What?” You said after a moment. Whitney shook his head before taking your chin in his hand. You looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“I hear those cunts talking about what they want to do to you. Calling you stupid and ugly. They’re fucking stupid, because obviously that’s not true. Not only are you way too pretty for those fuckers, they’re forgetting one important thing,” Whitney squeezed your face before dropping his hand. “You’re my slut.”

“Oh,” you felt very warm inside all of the sudden. It made you smile. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Whitney said as he lit up another cigarette. “Seriously. I don’t want word getting out.” He hesitated for a moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder and the two of you stood in silence for a few moments. Then a thought occurred to you that made you grin uncontrollably. Whitney quickly took notice and looked annoyed. “Fuck, what is it now? I can’t keep up with your mood changes.”

You tried to repress it but the smile only grew. “You called me pretty.” 

Whitney kept looking annoyed, but you noticed a blush creeping across his cheeks. “Yeah. Whatever. Am I gonna lie? No. It’s a fact that you’re beautiful.” His expression was unpleasant as he looked away. 

“But—” you started, though you were quickly cut off. 

“Fuck off,” he said simply. “Or else I’ll give you something to really cry about.”

You smiled at the cliche line and settled back into comfortable silence with Whitney. 

[nico-hypno-den]

so not gonna put this in the owners guide series buts it’s also kind of important what kind of hypnotic triggers my pups are gonna get if they want them

obviously all of them are gonna get common dog ones to reinforce that they’re dogs specifically my dogs

bark- makes them bark once or yap in the case of some mutts useful when they try to be a person too much or i just wanna hear em be cute

puppy talk- they won’t be able to understand anything i personally say they’ll have to interpret based on just my tone

spank- does what it says if i’m not their to do it for them gonna use it with puppy talk to effectively obey just based on tone otherwise they get spanked

down boy- more for funsies if they’re on anything besides the floor they’re gonna feel intense humiliation till the lay down on the floor

thrust- it’ll feel like they’re having their puppy parts filled for just a second good if i need to reward them distract them or interrupt them

present- all of my dogs present differently useful to have something to just make roll over mostly for punishment

probably more but that’s all for the general stuff

now for the pup specific ideas they’re gonna be color code so if you know your color you what i’m currently brainstorming

blue mostly humiliation triggers and making this pup act all cute like

paws off can’t touch their puppy cunt

hump 0-10 each level increases the pleasure the pup gets from humping from 0 being normal to 10 like being actually fucked by their owner the fact they can’t even cum from it is even better

runt all of my other dogs just feel bigger and stronger and they’ll feel weak and empty

dumb dog the longer they keep talking the dumber they feel the more they forget until they just start whining for what it wants

note all of this pup triggers will be time based

orange this dog has a switchy streak think it’d be fun to need to get them to jerk my other dogs off if they wanna cum that and a lot of physical triggers because i wanna train this dog

wiggle whenever pup is happy their tail will start to shake (possibly semi-permanent will discuss)

up words whenever they hear words such as treat play fuck or runt they’ll get a sense of happiness

knot their knot will be so hard that they can only touch once another pet has came and it will feel like they have an actual knot

chew toy pup will feel the urge to nip something

what’s that a fun little unaware trigger where this dog is gonna think they’ll be talking but in reality their barking

green and pink will be done later