#riri gets sweet asks

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TOO LOST IN YOU - part III

Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc

Warnings: toxic!paige, SMUT, language, cheating lowkey...

Wordcount: 6.6k

A/N: SURPRISE!! enjoy this please, someone was asking for more fluff and i promise the next one will have more!! i appreciate all the love and support, please again tell me which parts you enjoyed the most and what you want more of!! i appreciate all of it ty guys (AND HAPPY UCONN HOOPS DAY)

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“Riri…”

My fingers move over the keyboard, typing faster than my brain could keep up with. After hours of studying my brain worked on autopilot.

“Babe..?”

“Gimme a bit,” my murmur is barely audible as Jay sighs next to me, rolling her eyes and falling back down on the bed we’re sitting on. I’m curled up in the corner, my laptop on my knees, eyes bloodshot from the hours of work I’d been doing. The sound of a show I didn’t like blared in the background from Jay’s laptop, breaking my concentration. I wanted to shut her laptop and tell her to leave, but telling the person whose room you were in to get out seemed a little rude. Instead I shut my eyes for a moment and sigh.

“Could you grab headphones or something?” I suggest, as nicely as I could but some annoyance makes its way through.

Jay looks at me, her blonde hair in a messy bun on top of her head as she sighs dramatically. She had been wanting my attention all day but I was seriously behind on some school work. Studying and writing essays was pretty much all I’d done for the past week. That and Jay. It was for the best, I didn’t need any time to overthink or dwell on… well… “the Paige situation” is what my best friends called it. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Valerie, you've been working all day again…” Jay says in a slightly whiny voice, the tone of it hits my ear uneasily. She wraps her arms around my bare thigh and hugs it tight. The pressure of her touch against my skin irks me - everything she did irked me. I blamed the overstimulation of everything going on . I peel her hands off me as gently as I could. Couldn’t she see I was busy?

“Just a little more I promise,” I mumble absentmindedly. I had been sitting on this corner of the bed since this morning, obvious from the state of me. My brown hair was up in a clip, half of it falling out messily, my face was bare of any makeup, and the light pink oversized t-shirt I was wearing had a picture of Tweety on it. I hadn’t even bothered to put on any pants all day.

“Babe you said that like an hour ago,” Jay points out, letting go of my thigh and sitting up next to me, brushing my hair off my face. I push her hand away, huffing a little bit, trying to let her know it was time to leave me alone.

“I need to work,” I remind her, a little annoyed by the neediness.

“But the party,” she sighs and closes my laptop, forcing me to look at her. I look into her brown eyes, as she raises her brows at me expectantly. I pout at her, looking at the freckles on her face before I sigh.

“I promised, didn't I…” 

“You did,” Jay chuckles and grabs my hand. I let her. We had been seeing each other for a couple weeks now, ever since I finally let go of the foolish hope that someday Paige would actually care about me. God was I naive.

Jay was sweet, she always let me sleep over which I wasn’t used to. She loved to touch me, her hands were constantly on me. Sometimes it was a little frustrating but I think I just wasn’t used to it yet. Like when we walked around campus, she always wanted to hold hands. It made a knot grow in my stomach, but I knew I’d get used to it eventually. It just felt like a little too soon, we weren’t officially dating even though Jay certainly behaved like we were.

“I don’t feel like partying,” I sigh, glancing down at my shirt, knowing I looked like a mess.

Jay rolls her eyes but smiles a little, her lips pressing against mine. Absent-mindedly I kiss her back, not even bothering to close my eyes. It was just a peck anyway, I didn’t feel like it was a kiss worth closing your eyes for.

“C’mon Riri… everyone’s going,” she tries to convince me but she’s not doing a very good job. I almost felt sorry for how she thought she could talk me over.

“I look like shit.”

“No you don’t.”

I let out a chuckle and climb out of the bed over Jay, checking myself in the mirror. I really did. I raise my brows and look at her, still on the bed.

“Well… just put on a little bit of mascara and we can go,” she chuckles, climbing out of bed, wrapping her hands around my waist as she approaches me from behind me. I watch in the mirror as her chin rests on my shoulder. I feel my stomach stir, wanting to push her hands off me again, but I think I had done that one too many times today already.

“You really wanna go? Like… really?” I ask with a frown, meeting her eyes in the mirror. She nods and looks at me pleadingly. It irked me, the way she was looking at me. But she was good to me, so I decided to give in. 

-

I had barely brought any clothes to her dorm so I head to the party with Jay, wearing black yoga pants and the Tweety shirt I had slept in. A little bit of makeup and brushing through my hair had been as much effort as I was willing to put in.. I didn’t want to go to the stupid party anyway. The sooner we were in and out, the better. I didn’t care about impressing anyone on campus, not anymore.

The muffled sounds of music fill the hallway as we walk towards the right dorm. Jay’s hand is snug on the small of my back, guiding me. She looks at me and laughs a little, grabbing me a beer from her bag. I hated beer.

“Turn that frown into a smile,” she suggests with amusement. It only annoyed me further. I open the can and take a few sips.

“Gonna take a lot more beer,” I complain. She kisses my cheek and I see a girl walking past us, and realise we must look like a couple right now. The thought makes my chest tighten in the worst way. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” Jay laughs, fixing the collar of her orange sweater that clashes horribly with my pink shirt. I suggested she should change into something else but she refused, which got me in an even worse mood. Her cheesy sayings weren’t helping.

I smile at Jay and knock on the door, the golden bracelet on my wrist dangling as I do. The door opens fast as my eyes widen seeing the amount of people they had managed to pack in this tiny dorm.

“Uh… where did you hear from this party again?” I ask a little hesitant and Jay laughs and guides me in confidently. 

“It’s just some guy Brent who’s been throwing crazy parties in his dorm every february since he came here. I guess the word’s been going around huh?” She yells over the loud thumping of the music. By the time we’re inside I must’ve bumped into at least 12 people already, working hard not to spill my beer. I was already overstimulated and in a bad mood, not to mention stressed from all the due dates of my assignments sneaking up on me. The thumping of the music, the hot, humid air in the dorm and the sweaty bodies of students around me, spilling drinks all over the place was only making my mood worse.

“Jay I don’t know if I-” I start but she’s already walking past me, hurrying to her friends. I sigh and follow her, smiling awkwardly to the group of people greeting Jay. I didn’t really like her friends but I knew I should give them a chance. Jay was good to me.

“Bro, forreal I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you play Drake,” I hear a familiar voice from behind me. I feel the way my stomach drops, the way my hands immediately sweat a little as the tighten around the can of beer.

“It’s the principle, I’m team Kendrick,” some guy argues.

“Please dude I’m serious… she’ll flash you for it,” the familiar voice yells over the music and this statement is enough to make me turn around.

What I see proves what I had already known to be true. Paige is standing a few feet behind me, in black cargos and a white Nike t-shirt, the number 5 dangling on her silver chain. Of course she looked perfect, with her blonde hair down - I always loved it when she wore it like that. My fingertips tingle when I remember what it felt like to brush my hands through that hair. 

“Oh my gooooood PAIGE!!” the brunette girl standing next to her squeals and only then I notice Paige’s hand wrapped around her hip, rubbing circles on it as they both laugh. My mouth parts as I blink at them stupidly, a painful squeeze taking over my chest. 

“Valerie!” Jay yells over the music, and Paige turns to our direction. Her eyes widen in recognition as she sees me, softening for a moment. Her hand drops from the hip of the strange girl next to her, as she stares into me. I felt a wave of electricity run through my body as I felt her eyes on me, like I was coming alive for her again. I was so in shock from seeing her here I felt myself forget why I had even been upset with her in the first place.

Jay grabs my waist and pulls me close, but my gaze remains locked on Paige. Her brows furrow as she sees Jay’s hand squeezing my ass gently and suddenly I feel sick for the way Jay’s touch felt against my skin. No, it wasn’t that. It was Paige’s fault, all of it, the way I felt, the way I was being a bitch to Jay when all she did was good to me. Struggling to do so, I finally turn my gaze to Jay and offer her a warm smile, leaning my head into her shoulder. I quickly down my beer, frowning at the taste but grabbing another one anyway.

Why was she even here? Who was that girl? Why did she stare at me like she hadn’t called me a slut straight to my face just last week? I quickly glance behind me, not at Paige who was joking with a big group of her teammates, but at the girl. She was only a little taller than me, brunette, and she seemed to giggle a lot. I feel my stomach twist as I watch her reach her hand up to Paige’s hair and brush through it, like I had so many times.

I already hated her.

I downed another beer as one of Jay’s friends, Em or something, pointed behind me and Jay and whispered something to her. Jay looks behind us, her eyes widening and mouth falling open when she saw who it was. She leans into my ear, her lips brushing against my skin but I don’t feel anything.

“Babe omg, that’s Paige Bueckers,” she whispers excitedly into my ear, nodding toward the tall blonde and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Jay had no idea how familiar I was with Paige Bueckers.

Jay glances behind us again and giggles in a giddy manner, looking around the circle. “And that’s Jana and Allie and Azzi too, right?” she gasps and looks at me expectantly. I glance behind us too dismissively.

“Oh wow,” I murmur, my tone flat.

Jay rolls her eyes. “Oh c’mon who doesn’t love Paige.”

“I don’t,” I say matter of factly, shrugging at the blonde girl next to me, her hand still rubbing my side. I ignore the way her touch did nothing to me, didn’t leave any spark at all.

“Oh right she won’t even go see a game with me can you believe that,” Jay tells her friends who all chuckle. I fake laugh with them, trying to ignore the way I could feel Paige’s eyes boring into the back of my head. I knew the feeling far too well from all the times she had come to ogle at me at Ted’s, all the times I turned to look at her to find she was already staring.

“I just don’t like basketball,” I explain, shaking my head. It was a huge lie, but a harmless one so I didn’t feel bad about it. Sure, I could tell Jay that me and Paige had history - but why worry her over nothing? Trust me, I was lying for her sake.

“I’m gonna go ask for a pic,” Jay nods to herself and my eyes widen. I immediately shake my head, wrapping my arm around her. 

“No you’re not,” I chuckle, my face turning hot.

“Why not?”

“Because!” 

Jay looks at me, waiting for me to continue. I meet her gaze, my mind blanking.

“Becausee… she probably just wants to be left alone!” I mumble and press a kiss on her cheek, plotting a distraction. “C’mon Jay let’s get you another drink.” I try to sweet talk her but it’s pointless. Jay shakes her head at me with a laugh, her hand returning to her side as she turns to the group of Uconn Huskies behind us, chatting in a circle.

Embarrassed, I cover my face with my hand, cursing at the universe for making me go through this over and over again. I just needed a break from Paige fucking Bueckers.

I try to sneak away but Jay’s hand pulls me to her as she taps Paige on the shoulder. The easy conversation between the Huskies goes quiet, and all their eyes turn to Jay. I feel myself wanting to melt away, maybe to self implode or something to get me out of this situation.

With a lick of her lips, Paige turns to me and Jay, her eyes meeting mine first. Suddenly I hated myself for not running to my dorm to grab a nicer outfit earlier or at least some false lashes and foundation. I flip my hair over my shoulder, praying it made me look a little more presentable. She must’ve thought I looked awful. I had been replaying a fantasy in my head of me looking flawless, perfect the next time she’d see me after our “situation” at Ted’s. I guess the universe truly despised me. I must’ve been an axe murdered in my previous life. I need to make sure I’m desperately good in this one

“Hey sorry I don’t wanna bother you guys but I’m such a big fan, like I come see every game,” Jay says, a slight nervousness apparent in her voice. I chew on my inner cheek, feeling my insides turn as Paige’s eyes move from me to Jay, tilting her head back as she sizes her up. Suddenly I’m aware of how much taller Paige was than Jay. How much broader her shoulders were. I swallow, watching a smug smirk spread on Paige’s face.

“Of course bro let’s do it,” she says in a friendly tone, but I could recognise a hint of arrogance in it. I grab my phone, tapping on the camera app, trying to ignore the way my lower abdomen was stirring with unease but it was no use. The people bumping into me and the loud thumping of music wasn’t helping any of it. I felt sick to my stomach.

Paige throws her arm around Jay’s shoulder, looking from her to me with that arrogant smile on her face, that made me want to slap her and kiss the hell out of her at the same time. I was praying she’d play along, pleading with my eyes for her not to say anything about our history.

“You don’t want a picture?” Paige grins teasingly, her eyes landing on me. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, all I felt was my throat going dry.

“Ohh she doesn’t like hoops, never goes to a game with me,” Jay complains which makes Paige nod knowingly, her tongue running along her lower lip, clearly trying to hold in a laugh.

“Oh is that so?” Paige asks, our eyes meeting again in a stubborn staring contest. My cheeks turn red and a heat pools between my legs but it doesn’t make me look away.

I scoff and nod. “Yup, hate it actually,” I lie, my tone lighthearted. From the corner of my eye I see KK and Ice watching the interaction, snickering. The thought that they were laughing at me and how stupid I had been thinking I could have Paige all to myself crosses my mind, and it makes me finally break eye contact. I bet they all thought I was an idiot. Poor girl who really truly believed that Paige could someday love her.

“I’m sure I could change your mind,” Paige argues and Jay nods next to her as they clink their plastic cups together. 

“See?” Jay laughs, and I felt a little bad for her. Here she thought she was bonding with someone she admired, no idea what was really going on.

“Let’s just take the pic,” I sigh and watch them through the screen, seeing the way Paige’s rings decorated her fingers, the way her jawline sharpened as she tilted her head and smiled. I don’t even notice Jay next to her in the picture, all I could see was Paige.

“Got it,” I murmur and hand the phone back to Jay. My mind was spinning in a way I didn’t like, flashing with memories of what happened at the back of Ted’s with Paige, the words that were said, everything I had blocked out. I knew my only option was to leave or drink a lot more, quickly. 

“I need another drink,” I murmur, and push past Jay, Paige and the rest of her team, taking hurried steps towards the kitchen around the corner. To my relief, I find it empty and quiet, giving me time to calm down. I brush my hand through my long, thick hair and place my palms on the kitchen counter, watching the cups and the liquor bottles on the table. I don’t understand why I couldn’t escape her. It felt like a hopeless battle, like a war I couldn’t win - if I let myself get consumed by her I got hurt, and if I tried to forget, she was everywhere. I simply could not win.

Paige steps into the desolate kitchen through the doorway, carefully watching me. I notice her and immediately turn my back to her.

“Don’t,” I tell her sternly, knowing how easy it was for her to make me forget all the bad that she had done. Each way that she had hurt me.

Paige raises her hands in surrender, a little amused by my dramatics. “Relax, just needed a drink,” she chuckles and starts looking through the liquor bottles on the table. I take a deep breath and turn back to watch her, her broad back facing me as she reads through the label of a bottle. She had always been horrible with mixing drinks.

“You want one too?” she asks carefully, her voice hoarse from having to yell over the music. 

I take cautious steps towards her, stopping next to her but making sure I leave plenty of space between us. It was like my body was screaming, every inch between us too much, every cell in my brain trying to lose all sense.

Paige’s fingers wrap around a bottle of vodka, carelessly pouring it into a cup.

“Whoaa, okay no, let me,” I stop her abruptly, snatching the bottle from her. Paige lets me, a smirk on her face as I take lead, dividing the generous amount of vodka between two cups. She leans one hand on the counter, the veins on her hand popping, making it hard to think straight.

“So… your girl’s a fan huh?” She asks complacently, leaning down slightly to speak into my ear. I feel her body heat radiating off her, turning my breathing laboured. I shake my head, not wanting to speak in case my voice shook. I reach to the other corner of the counter for the passion fruit liqueur, feeling Paige step back a little. Her hand was still resting on the counter though, as I slid between her body and the counter, my back brushing against her chest. I swallow hard, a knot appearing in my stomach. My ears felt like they were burning.

I stand still between Paige and the counter, as I pour some liqueur in each cup. 

“Why’d you tell her you hate basketball hm?” she asks teasingly, her eyes looking down on me.

“Because I do,” I lie, my breath hitching when I felt her front press closer to my back the tiniest bit.

“Right… what’s her name anyway,” Paige asks with a chuckle.

“Jay.”

“Jay?”

“Yup.”

“What kinda name is Jay?” Paige laughs a little and I roll my eyes.

“It’s a nickname,” I explain, filling our cups with some mixers.

“For?”

I shift a little, placing the bottle of juice down. Paige’s proximity was making me dizzier than I already was.

“Justine,” I say matter of factly and Paige lets out a loud laugh, her hand finally falling off the counter.

“Justine?” She asks astonished and amused, her brows raising and mouth fighting a smirk as I turn to face her, leaning my back against the counter.

“Shut up!” I scold her, feeling the way my mouth wanted to twist into a smile too. She had one of those laughs that just made you laugh. It was one of my favourite sounds in the world.

Paige grins and nods to herself, trying not to laugh. “Justine huh…” she murmurs to herself. She steps in closer to me, her eyes heavy, locking on my lips as she reaches behind me for her drink. I lean back, pressing my back tight against the counter, having to tilt my head back to look at her.

Paige sips the drink and smirks, not moving away.

“She’s short,” she says with a grin.

“No she’s not!” I scoff, watching the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the heat between my legs growing. Having Paige this close to me was making me feel more than Jay had done in all of the last two weeks. I hated realising that.

“She short,” Paige repeats smugly, still looking down at me, towering over my frame. I’m all the way pinned against the counter, not able to back up any further.

“You’re just freakishly tall,” I murmur, feeling her move closer, her front pressing against my chest, hand sliding to my waist. I felt like my knees might give out.

Paige looks at me for a while, her eyes roaming my face. I realise she has never seen me with this little makeup on, this undone. Embarrassment and the effects of the alcohol make my cheeks flush red. Paige bites on her lower lip as her eyes soften.

“You look so beautiful ma,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. And I snap.

My hands wrap around her body and I pull her in, her front flush against mine as our lips clash in a hungry, starved kiss. Her hands are everywhere, my waist, my chest, cupping my ass, pulling me closer by my hair. Paige tilts my face just right to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth with urgency.

I feel the counter digging into my back painfully but I felt too euphoric to mind. She tastes like passionfruit, and most importantly like herself, and her kisses send sparks everywhere. As I moan into her mouth, pulling her closer by her hair, Paige takes it as an invitation and slides her leg between mine, pressing her thigh into my core. I wanted more, needed to feel all of her. It was too late now, I was too far gone. I couldn’t bear to be away from her. I was too weak to try.

Suddenly it rushes back, the nights I spent crying over her, the way she would rush me out of her bed telling me she didn’t like sleepovers. The words she had said to me last I saw her and how it had torn me apart when I got home after my shift. A panic took over me, I wasn’t strong enough to go through that again.

In a rush I push Paige off me, my chest heaving. She wipes her lips, looking at me confused. Grabbing my drink and my mind spinning, I rush out of the kitchen looking for one thing only. I needed to forget.

“Hey where have you be-” Jay starts but I shut her up by kissing her roughly, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, tongue sliding into her mouth. It felt like nothing compared to Paige, but I tried to forget. I needed this to stop. I needed to force myself to forget.

Jay is taken aback, her blonde hair falling out of the bun she was wearing as I tuck on it. When my lips kiss along her jaw and neck, I hear her chuckling a little, hand rubbing up and down my back. “What’s all this about?” she asks.

I had told her I hated PDA - which in a way was true. With her I did hate PDA. But now my mind was spinning and I was desperately clinging to her like she could help me stay afloat, like she could save me from the depths that were trying to lure me in.

“Just kiss me,” I say breathlessly, returning my lips to hers. Paige walks past us, her arm bumping into me in the tightly packed living room as I kiss Jay in a way I had never kissed her before - with real hunger. Only it wasn’t hunger for her.

As the song switched to the familiar beats of Heartbeat by Childish Gambino, Jay gasps, pulling away from the kiss.

“I love this song!” She shouts over the music, pulling me towards the area where people were dancing. My stomach turns as I’m reminded of all the times me and Paige had fucked while this song played in the background, how many times I had been between her legs, buried into her, the sounds she made, the way her perfect hands gripped my hair.

“You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me

I need to be alone like the way you left me

You start calling, you start crying

I come over, I'm inside you

I can't find you”

The lyrics blast into my ear when I see Paige in the corner of the room, her hands kneading the ass of that girl she was with, kissing her roughly. It made me sick to my stomach. The way I could see the girl was putty in her arms, Paige’s eyes tightly shut as her lips slid against hers. I hated knowing that other people knew the way her lips felt, the exact pressure of her kiss.

I wrap my arms around the back of Jay’s neck and swing to the song with her, moving my hips as she sings the lyrics, her hands gently on my sides. The red tint of the led lights was making my vision blurry, and the people all around us bumping into me would’ve annoyed me if I hadn’t been so focused on Paige and this girl, still staring straight at them.

“Stupid, so dummy

Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'

I'm paranoid that these girls want something from me

And it's hard to make a dime go one hundred”

“Thank you for coming here with me,” Jay murmurs into my ear, her tone blissful from how touchy I’d become with her suddenly. My eyes flick to hers and I smile weakly, pressing kisses on her lips when I feel that all too familiar burn of Paige’s eyes on me.

Jay’s lips move to my neck as we keep dancing, and I can’t help the way my eyes flick over her shoulder, to find Paige already staring at me.

”I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through

Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two”

It’s not the kissing on my neck but the intensity of Paige’s gaze, dark and hungry, that makes me let out a small whimper. Jay smirks against my neck satisfied, thinking it’s all her doing as her hands travel to my hips.

The brunette dancing with Paige says something to her, the eye contact finally breaking, making me feel like I could breathe again. I felt all my emotions swirling in my head, making me feel confused - hate, lust, anger, love, jealousy all overwhelming me. I felt myself sinking.

It feels like the room is spinning when Jay grabs my jaw, her lips pressing into mine harshly as her hands rub up and down my sides. But I had to see Paige. As Jay keeps kissing me I open my eyes, seeing Paige kissing the brunette on the other side of the room, but her eyes are wide open staring right back at me. It’s so hot I nearly moan.

“So we're done? This the real shit?

We used to hold hands like field trips

I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick”

The girl clings onto Paige’s t-shirt for dear life, her hand snaking around the back of her neck to pull her in closer. Jay’s hands tighten on my hips, her tongue sliding against my lower lip but I barely notice. My mind is woozy, never breaking eye contact with Paige as the song comes to an end, my core aching with how bad I needed her. We didn’t need any words, we both knew the thoughts going around our heads.

“Are we dating? Are we fucking?

Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that”

“Excuse me,” I murmur to Jay in a haze, pulling away from her kiss and hurrying towards the bathroom. I close the door behind me, about to lock it when I hear a firm knock. Chest already heaving from anticipation, I open the door to find Paige pushing herself in, just as breathless as I was.

Before I have the time to think whether any of this was smart, I’m being backed into the sink, Paige’s lips urgently attacking mine. I immediately whimper into her mouth, my eyes squeezing together involuntarily as my hands slip underneath her white shirt, the need to feel the warmth of her bare skin taking over me.

“Mmh,” Paige moans softly, her hands sliding down my back to my ass, squeezing roughly. Her lips move from my lips to my neck, sucking underneath my ear hard enough to leave marks but at the moment I couldn’t care less. The want I felt for her took over everything, my anger, jealousy, any sense I had.

I throw my head back and look at the ceiling, breathing heavily as Paige’s hand slides to the waistband of my pants, fingertips dipping beneath the fabric already making my legs feel weak.

“Didn’t think you were into short girls,” Paige grins against my neck, her hand itching closer to where my need for her was pooling desperately, aching for her.

“She’s not sh-” I start but an involuntary gasp interrupts me when two of Paige’s fingers slide into me suddenly. Her brows furrow in lust when she feels how wet I am, the way I swallow her fingers up with ease. My hands grip the sink behind me trying to steady myself as Paige’s skilled fingers started pumping in and out of me, curling just right.

“Oh god,” I moan, my head thrown back. Paige grabs my hair and pulls me into a kiss, getting as much pleasure out of this as I did. Her thumb brushes against my clit making me hiss, but she swallows the sound with a needy kiss, other hand holding me up and steady by my hips.

“So wet,” she gasps against my mouth, the speed of her fingers making my head spin. “You this wet for Justine?” Paige whimpers, her breathing laboured against my lips.

I shake my head, my eyes opening for a moment to meet hers as she watches me in awe, like she could never get enough.

“Who you this wet for then?” Paige asks, her pupils dilated and dark as she towered over me. Her fingers were making a quick mess of me, already making me throb around her.

“Shit, ah - for you Paige,” I moan and Paige’s eyes flutter shut at my words, from how bad she had needed to hear that.

“Fuck,” she moans, her fingers pumping at a rapid pace now, the veins in her forearm popping out. “That’s right ma,” Paige coos leaning down and kissing my neck roughly as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach quickly grow. My mind spinning I bring my hand to Paige’s abs, feeling them flex as she worked hard to get me to my peak.

I was gushing around her fingers, surely dripping down her wrist and arm as she quickly worked me to the edge. It was dizzying, when she had me like this - she could’ve made me do anything she wanted. I hadn’t felt like this since the last time we slept together. No one could do what Paige Bueckers did.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and Jay’s voice rises over the thumping of the music.

“Riri you in there?”

Paige quickly covers my mouth, but her fingers don’t stop. My eyes widen as she looks at me sternly, telling me to stay quiet with her eyes. I felt myself tighten around her fingers, the tremble in my legs letting Paige know I was close.

Jay tries the door handle, and I thank God Paige locked it. The knocking stops and Paige lets her hand fall away from my mouth, brows furrowing as she looks down between our bodies, hissing.

“Shit, I can feel how tight you are baby,” she murmurs hoarsely, and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as her fingertips hit just the right spot to make my orgasm build up fast.

“Oh fuck P-” I whimper, but my mind was spinning too much - I couldn’t come up with anything comprehensible. 

“I know Val,” Paige murmurs into my ear, keeping the steady rhythm of her fingers as she pumps them in and out, thumb rubbing against my clit just enough to bring me to my peak. I don’t have to tell her, she knows.

“Come for me ma,” she coos into my ear, leaving wet kisses on my neck and groaning hoarsely. “S’ wet and tight, all for me.”

With that, an involuntary gasp spills from my lips as I release all over Paige’s fingers, dripping down her hand, my body trembling desperately as I moan as quietly as I could. It was the way the air smelled just like Paige, the pressure of her kisses on my neck, the familiar, perfect way her fingers worked me, all of it made me unravel. 

“Oh shit,” I mumble breathlessly, leaning my head forward and resting it against Paige’s chest. Slowly, Paige pulls her hand away and brings it to her mouth, her tongue licking her fingers clean of me, groaning a little as she tastes me.

I look at her and giggle a little at the way she was savouring the taste, licking her lips hungrily. If Paige Bueckers was anything it was a munch.

“You better wash those hands too,” I tell her, my voice a little whiny from the way she had just made me fall apart, all for her.

Paige smirks a little, licking her lips and leaning down to kiss me. But this kiss was different, it wasn’t hungry, or demanding - it was gentle and soft, I would’ve called it loving if I knew Paige Bueckers loves nothing but basketball.

“Val,” Paige starts. Her nose nuzzles against mine, hands holding my waist when I feel my phone ring in my pocket, interrupting the moment. I quickly pull away and answer, Jay’s voice coming through the other line.

“Riri where are you babe?”

“Uh,” I mumble and move away from Paige’s grip suddenly realising what we had done. I step away, watching her start to wash her hands, jaw clenching as she listens to me speak. “I had to find another bathroom.” 

“Well where you at this party’s getting a little crazy,” Jay asks, clearly drunk.

“Umm, just wait there and I’ll find you,” I tell her and hang up, my cheeks reddening in shame. What was I doing?

Paige dries her hands and fixes her shirt before looking at me. “Let’s head out then?” she asks and I nod, feeling myself start to freak out. I was fucking everything up for a person who couldn’t care less about me. I was raised better than this.

Just as I reach for the lock, the guilt begins to take over. Noticing, Paige grabs my jaw and presses another kiss on my lips. A tender one again, the kind I wasn’t used to getting from her. I feel all the guilt and shame trickle away as she hums against my mouth.

“Okay, let’s go ma.” she murmurs and opens the door for me. The party’s even more packed than before so no one notices when we slide out of the bathroom together. Her hand is on the small of my back as she guides me through the crowd, pushing people away to make sure no one bumped into me.

“Babe!!!” Jay calls out and forces her way over to me and Paige. I quickly push Paige’s hand off the small of my back as Jay reaches us and wraps her arm around my waist urgently.

“Sorry I uh… got a little lost,” I lie looking at the ground and then at Paige. The lie was written all over my face, but Jay was way too drunk to take note of that. Or the brand new purple bruise on my neck.

“Ye, she was knocking on some poor freshman’s door. Prolly scared the shit outta her,” Paige quickly backs up my story, grinning convincingly. My eyes are heavy, still staring at her, unable to look away.

“Of course she did,” Jay giggles and pokes my cheek. I wanna slap her hand away. “Well thanks bro.”

“No problem,” Paige smiles at her. Jay’s hand reaches over to dab her up and I watch, red cheeked and flustered at their hands, me and Paige both knowing that her fingers had just been inside me not more than a few minutes ago.

“Uh we should go I’m tired,” I murmur and offer Paige a weak smile. Her blue eyes stare at my narrowing back as me and Jay push our way through the crowd, into the hallway of the building.

Jay kisses my cheek and wraps her hand in mine as my stomach twisted in guilt.

“She’s so nice,” Jay gushes rubbing her thumb against my skin.

“Huh?” I ask absentmindedly.

“Paige. She’s really nice, who would’ve thought huh.”

I swallow.

“Yeah, she is.” really nice.

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[wonjuii]

Hi, I do think exposing is childish but... I want to warn people. Ever since, like around 2024, august? I was invited to a groupchat, filled with people who posts on tumblr! some were ppl i didnt know about. And.. there is marie. I thought marie was a sweet person at first, didnt talk to her since i didnt know her that much. ever since the month grew, there's a chaos drama about dodo. (i am not bringing it up that much but it will be some information direct to that chaos)

it was around... october? I dont know but lets forget that! past 3 days, marie was being too dramatic, calling me and @awwriri sensitive. (just to tell you that, I can reclaim the slurs since i took an irl test but idk if its a thing since the doctor said "it was to check if i have autism" but it was positive i guess!) It was during the lil-liaa chaos. I didnt want to say the r slur to her but i ended up saying it since there were alot of things happening. As you can tell, i asked permission to say the slur, I was worried if i am really meant to say the slur in the gc. (please anyone dont get uncomfortable!) all of the sudden, she called me insensitive..? I didn't know asking permission is considered impolite or insensitve.. we all had a small talk with marie. everything went a little okay (I assumed.) there are evidences of our small talk.

I apologised... many times. MANY TIMES. "don't be sorry" i will have to be sorry because you bashed on me and riri bc of the slur now the whole server bc of dodo?? U can't be that serious. I also mentioned that everyone deserve to be forgiven! guess marie cant accept that. I thought riri was the owner of the gc, of course i had to ask her permission but no. she wasnt the owner. i was dumb enough to not check who's really the admin of the gc. When we had a small conversation about slurs, she mentioned she cant reclaim the N WORD bc others used it?... Although she used it when she just said it TWICE. (ITS NOT A RACISM SLUR, SHES AFRICAN)

i was just trying to make a conversation, setting up a new type of topic since i got really annoyed and uncomfortable, talking about slurs. But, she continued, wouldnt even stop ending the conversation about it. I even try to convince her to bring riri back to the gc since we all wanted to see how she is.

.... okay. do u like.. hate riri or something? The fact she argued with riri, MAYBE ALMOST EVERY WEEK. MAYBE EVERY DAY. its just disgusting how shes treating the others like shes the oldest of the gc. (she tried to boss me, telling me not to say the slurs bc im insensitve) just so you know, vivi educated me more about slurs so i am not going to say it. (thank you vivi)

The text may not be necessary, but can't you tell how bad she is? if your assuming its bc her education system or shes young, i was 13, i rarely got into fights. (like twice a year.) most likely, she's to cause tons of fights. my screenshots:

(Please press to read, it might be hard for you to see!)

This is a dodo situation. you may not know why dodo didn't explain why she didn't say anything or mention her reason about ignoring to chei. here it is.

basically, she was moody (mood swings i think) I understood dodo, i have frustration issues so i get really annoyed like almost everyday. just to clarify, were not bashing on chei, this is just to show evidence about marie and things she said! more evidence when she started being rude to me... (i didnt clip that part but others may have seen it, she said something like "no, i dont want to ❤️" something like that)

shes basically thinking we dont care...

(im at the corner at the top, replying to her.) You can tell i apologised to her like many times. shes basically saying dodo doesnt deserve to defend herself because shes a bully..? do you realize what ur doing. its childish.

evidence from dodo about marie talking about dodo in her post!

i cant. this is just annoying me so bad. why is she only asking me to block her ??? im so confused. (AGAIN, please press these evidences to read!)

wow.. i just dont get whats her problem with dodo, me and riri atp?..

sigh. marie tsk tsk.. i just cant believe this. i assumed she was going to expose me but i guess not?.... also another information.. me and vini were just trying to calm her down but she started bashing on her too.

Thank you to anyone to might be reading this. Again, exposing seems childish but its the best way to do it. its for others to be warned, incase! tags : @y-unrei @n-americano @i-mmaculatus @sugarish

@miujo @i-kyujin @aestradairio @awwriri @atsubie

@aeraras @rkivefr @daddldee @p-oisn @kissunoo

@florescita @fairytopea @purinkiss @hourlyhoon

@lvioung @obdosant @tzulipss @j-eongs @yeritos

@yonkiibums @hcvenue @bitchey @babyvoxgirlie

@swhore @bloomqi @kiyeuo @chaeryeos @y-vna

@y-urios @aestradairio @aesverse

god all of that tags is MAD!!!

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "pretty sounds" ⎯୧ (lsh)

+*:🩷:*﹤smut, sub!riwoo, sounding, bondage, loose handjobbing / wc: 1.6k / masterlist / this is not the best representation of sounding but i did a lot of research! / a/n : my FIRST riwoo work!! I’m slowly getting down the line…somebody please match my freak…

✧･ﾟ: *

riwoo would do anything for your beautiful smile and praising words. he’s always tended to hold back his noises in bed because they’re so embarrassing, but when you call them pretty and confess to him that they turn you on, it’s all he can do to let his mouth hang open during sex, let his pretty noises tumble out of his mouth unrestrained. 

before he met you, he had never done anything more than typical, vanilla sex, but he lets you pull him into scenarios he would’ve never imagined, ones that often leave him wondering how the hell he got there. he realizes tonight is no different when you loop your pink handcuffs through the decorative bars of your headboard, then latch them onto his wrists. 

this isn’t new for the two of you. in fact, it has almost become a habit for you to restrain his hands, ‘cause he’s easily overwhelmed and will squirm away from your hold if given the chance, even if he doesn’t want you to stop touching him. still, he tugs at the chain anyway, and breathes out a shaky, fearful sigh when it barely budges, when he realizes he can barely move his arms. 

his eyes are wide and searching for safety when he looks at you, and you coo at him, cup his cheeks, and press a sweet kiss against his pink lips.

“this is just so you don’t pull away and hurt yourself, okay, riri?”

he nods, and reminds himself that you’re not here to hurt him. that you're going to take care of him like you always do, but it’s a little hard to remember as he eyes the rod you’re sterilizing.

sounding. that’s the new thing you want to try out. he’d facepalm, but well, you know. his throat is dry and his words are failing him. he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, but he's just so scared. 

“i don’t- i don’t know about this, n/n. what if it, like, hurts?” he gulps when you come to straddle his thighs. now he can’t move those either, and his hips only slightly jerk when you wrap your hand around his cock. he’s completely trapped.

“i won’t hurt you, sweetie.” you slide your hand up and down his length slowly and tsk when his hips try to twitch into the feeling. “i’ve done it before.”

riwoo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he’s momentarily distracted from the feeling of your hand on his dick. “what? you’ve done this before?”

“of course. i wouldn’t put you through this if i wasn’t 100% confident. you’re too fragile for that.” he isn’t really sure if he should be thankful for your consideration or embarrassed by that statement. you stop stroking him and pick up the rod. it’s skinny and black, and has small ridges. looking at it makes riwoo’s blood run cold. “my ex seemed to like it. just wanna know if you would, too.”

riwoo’s skin itches at the mention of your fucked-up ex. he wants to do all the things you used to do with that scum, wants you to think about riwoo instead when you think back on these kinds of things.

“but we don’t have to do this,” you say. “you can say no, and i’ll make you feel good in a different way.”

he thinks over your offer. he’s still terrified, but you’ve done it before. you won’t hurt him, you’re 100% sure. you want to see him, specifically, like this.

he squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“gotta use your words, riri.”

“we can-,” his words cut off, and he gulps thickly. “we can do this. you can do this.” he says, because he trusts you so much, you could probably do anything to him. he watches as you spread lube around the sound, and his confidence falters.

“i-if i don't…like it, you'll stop?” he asks, hands clenching into fists against the headboard. you smile at him before leaning down to place another kiss on his lips. 

“if you don't like it, i'll stop immediately, okay?” 

he takes a deep breath, then nods again. you don’t wanna give him more time to overthink it, so you line the rod up with his opening. when he doesn’t say anything else, you ever so slowly slide the first two smooth centimeters in. 

riwoo sucks in a breath, and his hips tremble, but they barely move under your weight. you wait a couple of seconds, then slide in two more centimeters. riwoo hisses, and you stop. when you look up at him, his mouth is hanging open and his chest is rising and falling quickly. 

“how does this feel?” 

riwoo tries to adjust to the feeling. you were right, it doesn’t hurt. it just feels kind of…heavy? and foreign, like it’s not supposed to be there, but it doesn’t hurt. he’s failing to see how it’s going to feel good, though.

“talk to me, sweetie,” you say, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“feels…weird, confusing,” he whispers, and looks down to see the rod sticking out of his tip. he looks away almost immediately.

“think you can take a little more?”

“i don't k-know, ‘s scary.” 

the remaining portion of the rod is ribbed. you rub his hip soothingly, then guide more of it in until it’s halfway sheathed. riwoo lets out a small whimper that catches your attention. 

“feels okay,” he answers breathlessly when you check in on him again. you pull the rod out just the tiniest bit and slide the length back in. he makes another tiny noise and his hips move just a bit under your weight.

“riwoo, be still,” you warn, and his response is just a whine that's cut off when you rotate the rod, letting the ridges hit different areas of his insides. 

“oh- y/n, y/n,” he chants out in a whispered tone, looking at you with big, wet eyes. you hum in response and slide more of the rod out this time. you wait a second before sliding it back in a little deeper than before.

“feels g-good…” he trails off, and you smile at him again.

“knew you’d like it, baby boy. you always make the prettiest sounds.” you pick up the pace, thrusting a little bit of the ribbed portion in and out of his opening, and the chain of the handcuffs clinks against the bed when riwoo’s upper body jerks. you look up at him, but his eyes are squeezed shut now, and his mouth is open with a silent moan. he lets out a desperate, breathy noise when you twist the rod once more. 

“w-wait, wait,” he calls out, and you stop. 

“what's the matter, sweet thing?” you ask while trailing your nails down his waist. his stomach trembles and he gasps at the feeling, then he begins stuttering around a sentence.

“what i-if i…need to, y’know…” 

even at a time like this, he’s shy, and it makes you laugh fondly. “what, cum?”

he nods. his cheeks are pink, his forehead is beading with sweat. he’s breathing harshly, and you figure he’s definitely not gonna last much longer.

“just let me know, and i'll take it out.”

he nods and whimpers again when you start up the short, thrusting motions again. 

“good, good,” he's mumbling repeatedly, eyes empty when you look at him. you smile at him and wrap a loose hand around his base. he starts shaking when you massage the area, and his fingers twitch uselessly. 

you keep both of your hands occupied with the motions, listening as riwoo's noises raise in speed and pitch. you alternate between massaging his base and stroking his shaft, and when you look back at him, there's a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

“aw riri,” you coo, and his eyes flutter open. “what's wrong?”

“i t-think i’m gonn-a,” he hiccups. “n-not gonna l-last.” 

you hum in thought. “like it better than you thought you would, huh, baby boy?” 

you can slide a majority of the rod in and out at a steady pace now, and riwoo gasps out harshly when you move your hand down to massage his balls instead.

“out, please, i–,” he starts. a few more tears tumble down his skin, and his hair roughs up as he shakes his head against the pillows. “can’t t-take it, gonna– need it out.”

“i’ve got you, sweetie,” you oblige and start pulling the rod out, but the process is slow, because you don't wanna hurt him. you twist the rod slowly, teasingly as it slides along, and riwoo's stomach convulses.

“please, please, please–” he babbles, and you shush his cries as you ease the rod out of his opening. a milky white stream follows it immediately, and your mouth runs dry at the sight. riwoo whines, and his hips do their best to buck up into the air, shaking you lightly where you’re still straddling him. you climb off of his thighs and lean down to lick up the side of his wet shaft, and he's jerking away from your overwhelming touch.

“no, no– don't,” he begs, and you ease up with a smile.

“what did you think, riri?” you ask as you unbuckle the handcuffs. you massage the red marks they left on his wrists. 

“think you’re gonna be the death of me.”

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : i feel like this ends kind of abruptly, im sorry abt that!! please take aftercare seriously <3

[jellymochii]

Passionfruit

°🥂⋆ pairings: aeri uchinaga x fem!reader

°🥂⋆ genre: fluff, smut, friends to lovers, wlw

°🥂⋆ cw: smut, cunnulingus, mentions of alcohol

°🥂⋆ wc: 2.3k

↪author's note: guess who's back with more aespa wlw hehehe >:), hope you enjoy!

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

To truly be alive is to make the most of every day and live each day like it's your last. That's been your motto for the past 5 years since you graduated college.

You ended up on what you'd call a dead end office job–boring, mundane, and tedious. Well, at least it paid the bills, right?

To say you missed the lively experience of college was an understatement. Non-stop partying on the weekends with all your sorority girls, jello shots all around, even the hangovers before school the next morning–it was exactly the life you loved so much.

And so, every Friday night after work you'd escape your dull 9-5 and life like your youth was on repeat all over again. Nothing could compare to the dazzling show of lights and upbeat music to release you from your fears.

It's at one of these parties where you meet your ride or die best friend, Aeri.

What started out as seeing a pretty pink haired girl standing in the corner of a club with a red solo cup quickly turned into bar hopping on the weekends with her. You always knew that she'd be there dancing and partying alongside you, no matter how bad the hangover would be the next day.

You'd say that you knew each other fairly well–after all, you both shared intimate secrets about your life and office horror stories while drinking too many shots of tequila at a V.I.P. couch. You knew that she too had a job she despised as a CEO’s assistant and retreated regularly on the weekends at the clubs alongside you, and that her only close friend besides you was her dog. What you never seemed to know, however, was her love life. You'd ramble on while tipsy about your ex-boyfriends constantly–but Aeri never seemed to have any expert advice to give you, other than saying “That's why men suck, girl.” to you. But hey, at least she was right–men do suck.

That's how you felt, at least this weekend. Your friend with benefits had ghosted you entirely, and the only swipes you seemed to get on dating apps were pervy old men wanting a younger girl. Gross.

Oh well, at least you could talk to Aeri about your woes over some Pink Whitney tonight–and hopefully forget that shit ever happened.

—--

Chat Log With: Aeri🤞💕

You: Heyyy wyd tonight

Riri: Not much, wbu?

You: Hopefully going out tonight, wanna come?

Riri: Duhhhh babe

You: Sweet! Any places in mind?

Riri: Well there's this new place in town called Passionfruit that everyone keeps raving about, wanna check it out?

You: For sure. 8 as usual?

Riri: Yep! I'll send the addy, don't be late ;)

—-------------

You followed the directions your GPS gave you and ended up in the somewhat run-down part of town, no signs of life in sight. You were a little bit scared hopping out of your car, hoping no one would hop out of the bushes and attack you–but your worries quickly vanished as you heard a familiar voice.

“HEYYYY! Y/N, OVER HERE!” Aeri shouted across the street, waving her arm frantically to get your attention.

You quickly dashed across the street to meet her at the doors of the club. There seemed to be no indication that this was a party of any sorts–no LED lights or bass booming music coming from inside.

“Soooo is this one of those underground places?” You asked, your attention on the seemingly deserted looking lobby.

“I guess so, let's just go in and make sure this isn't some lame ass attorney’s office.” She replied, opening the door and letting the both of you in.

The lobby was bare, repping only a bland white wall and a desk with a flower on it. What did catch your attention, however, was the large man standing by the club entrance glaring at the two of you.

“ID's, please.” The large man demanded, causing both of you to fummel through your purses and hand your IDs to him. He checks them very intently before silently handing them back and nodding, opening the door for the two of you.

The club inside was vibrant, with iridescent purple and red lights dazzled by disco balls scattered around the ceiling. The bar was packed and the pool tables were swarmed with cheers from all sides. Girls were all over the dance floor with each other, drinks in hand and someone's tit in the other. Normally the few women making out with each other in the corner wouldn't pay you mind, but something seemed off.

Wow…there's a LOT of women in here, you thought.

“Hey Aeri…where's the hot guys?” You asked.

“I dunno, they must be - ohhhh. Whoops.” She replied, causing you to raise your brow at her.

“Whaddya mean whoops? Is this a–” You cut off your speech after quickly realizing that this was not, in fact, a normal club.

“Oh, so that's why there's no men.” You answered.

“Sorry girl, I didn't know this was that kinda club.” She replied.

“Eh, it's whatever. As long as there's enough tequila for the two of us.” You responded, ushering Aeri to the now less packed bar.

The rest of the night went surprisingly fun. You and Aeri met a lot of different girls, some single and some with their girlfriends–both the single and taken ones seemed to be interested in you both. Seriously, you'd never gotten this much attention in your life. Girls were swarming to call you “sexy” and “hot mama” just as much as they were to Aeri. To be honest, normally, you'd just laugh it off, but the alcohol in your joint systems made you both flirt back.

“You know what?” Aeri turns to you, “This shit is awesome. This place is my new lesbian paradise.”

Wait, what'd she say?

“What do you mean lesbian paradise?” You ask.

She freezes in place, almost like she turned herself right in.

“Uhhh nothing, forget about it, let's just go dance!” She says hurriedly, grabbing your hand and rushing you to the dance floor.

For the next few minutes you had the time of your life, though still wondering what Aeri meant earlier. The music began to slow into a cheesy love ballad as women intertwined with each other in a slow embrace.

The two of you stood there awkwardly at first, but as you watched the fiery room of passion igniting around you–it clicked.

Aeri liked women too.

Not like she'd be any less of your friend, but a lot of things were starting to make sense–like how she felt strangely at home here and never indulged you with her own stories of men. Your head began to spin as butterflies filled your stomach. You wondered if maybe–she thought you were pretty too?

Well, you were gonna find out, no matter how drunk you were.

“Wanna dance?” You asked, sincerity in your voice.

“Wait..for real? It's ok we don't have to-” You cut off her speech by dragging her to the center and embracing her close.

“Y'know…” You spoke. “...It's cool that you like girls. It must be nice never having to deal with pussy ass men.”

“Wait, who told you I liked girls? I never said-” You pressed your finger over her mouth and shushed her. “It's kinda obvious, silly. I still love ya tho~!” You giggled cheerfully.

A smile rose on her face as her head rested on your shoulder.

“Sooo is it fun kissing girls?” You asked, earning a chuckle from Aeri.

“Yeah, way better than men.” She replied.

“Y'know, I’ve always wanted to know what it's like to kiss a girl. Katy Perry swears it's awesome.” You said. “Maybe I should ask that hot ass masc over there to gimme a smooch.”

“I wouldn't if I were you.” Aeri replied.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause she's a regular here from what the bartender said, she might have STDs or something from all the girls she's slept with.” She replied, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, so, can I kiss you then?” You asked.

“W-w…what?”

“So can I? I really need to kiss a girl Aeri, I need to know if it's better than kissing a man. Help a girl out, please?” You pleaded.

She could tell you were being dead serious despite your now drunken nature. You'd never been this direct with anyone, let alone her. She'd been dreaming of kissing you for God knows how long now, but never said anything because she knew about all the guys you dated.

“Alright.” she sighed, almost contently. “Pucker up, baby.”

And so your lips locked with hers. They were so warm and yet so soft and plump, you felt like you were on Cloud 9. You never wanted to stop, so you didn't. Even if Aeri pulled back slightly out of anxiety, you swooped right back in, ravishing her cherry chapstick flavored lips.

“Why don't we go somewhere more private, ‘kay?” She asked. You nodded, the two of you scurrying through the crowd towards the women's single stall bathroom.

—-----------

The bathroom you and Aeri rushed into was run down and filled with graffiti–but it didn't matter at this point, you needed her.

As she locked the door behind you two, the heated making out resumed once again as she firmly grasped your waist to pull you in and feel your body closer to hers. You, of course, with your liquid courage, decided to go straight for her breasts– and dear god, they were so supple and soft. How have you been missing out on this your whole life?

Your hands roamed her entire body, from the soft skin on her neck to her firm and supple ass. It had never occurred to you truly how gorgeous her body really was, but you felt glad nonetheless to touch her as your tongues collided roughly.

You bit down on her bottom lip, earning a soft moan from her–which sparked something in you.

You wanted her, badly.

“Aeri…c-can I touch you?” You whispered, slowly pulling away from the kiss and gazing deep into her eyes.

“Fuck, I mean… if you want to–but don't feel pressured obviously.” She muttered. You could tell she wanted this almost as badly as you did, but her worries still seeped through the drinks in her system. You'd never kissed a girl before today, let alone pleasured one.

And yet, you felt more ready than ever.

“Hop up on the sink for me--kay’?” You asked, nudging her towards the counter of the bathroom faucets.

“You sure, babe? You don't have to just to make me happy, I promise.” She added, leaning up against the counter and pushing her weight against it.

“Yeah, I'm sure.” You replied.

“Girl, you're drunk as shit.” She giggled, now sat on top of the sink, fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt and panties.

Your hand assisted her in sliding off her coverings, giving you a full view of her now bare soaking cunt face view to you.

You'd never done this before clearly, but something inside of you couldn't resist even if you tried. Her pussy was glistening right before your eyes–begging to be tasted and worshipped. Besides, who were you to deny her?

Your second thoughts seceded the moment your tongue delicately ran up her slit, causing a whimper to come from Aeri's mouth. She tasted so sweet and yet so warm–your senses were flooded.

You swiftly swiped your tongue across her soaking cunt, swirling around her poor swollen clit. Aeri cried out at the sensations of you ravaging her as she desperately tried stimulating her clit on the tip of your nose, while you moved down to fuck her starving hole with your tongue.

“F-fuuuuck Y/N, just like ngh…that.” Aeri moaned, almost desperately. All you could think about in this state was how pretty she looked with her eyes rolled back as you ravished her. Maybe she'd look even prettier when she came.

And so you decided to speed up the process, sliding your two center fingers into her greedy hole, earning a loud and drawn-out moan from her. God, she was so wet–and all for you. You quickly found your steady pace as Aeri bit her lip and threw her head back in pleasure–but you didn't want her to stay quiet. You wanted to hear every melodic moan that came out of her. You quickened the pace at which you were sliding in and out of her–taking notice of the involuntary squeezing of her walls around your digits.

The drinks in your system couldn't compare to how drunk you were off her pussy right now. Every thought in your head was now turned into a haze as all your senses were focused entirely on the divine goddess in front of you. You could tell by the desperation in Aeri's cries for you that she was close–and you were gonna milk every last drop out of her.

“Mmmm~fuck! I’m gonna cum, please don't stop Y/N!” She moaned, her thighs now tightening around your head.

Your lips latched onto her clit in response and sucked harshly as your fingers trusted in and out of her at a newly fast pace. The pressure around your head increased as you felt Aeri's body begin to violently shudder. Your eyes peeked up to see her eyes rolled up to the heavens accompanied by her cries of pleasure.

“Holy shit–I'm cumming I'm cummi–oh, fuck~!” She shouted as waves of pleasure flooded her entire body–causing her cunt to leak creamy white liquid. You licked her entire pussy up and down, leaving not a single spot uncleaned as you took all of her juices in.

You looked up at her now disheveled figure as your eyes met, a smile crept up on both of your faces.

“Yeah, ok, I'm never going back to men.” You chuckled.

“You didn't have to do that, Y/N.” Aeri spoke.

“I really wanted to, though.”

“You were a natural, Y/N.” She giggled.

“Let's go back to my place. Wanna come back next week, same time?” You asked.

“Definitely.”

[luiluvr]

ok disclaimer this request is based off tiktok comments which we don't know are true 😭 but you and college!luigi are part of the same friend group and you all go on a camping trip together, you *thought* you'd be sharing a tent with one of your best girl friends but turns out she's brought her bf last minute leaving you without one so you tent up with luigi. but that. mother. FUCKER!! cannot stop snoring and you can't fall asleep at all so eventually you wake him up and are like bro please 😭 but he's so sweet about it and a lil embarrassed and offers to stay up while you fall asleep so he doesn't bug you cause he's a cutie

oh boy oh boy i have been ACHING to write something about his snoring ☹️☹️

WARNINGS: none! just lu being sweet to you and snoring.. a lot, and uses of Y/N.. this is also shorter i'm working on another request that'll be longer <333

“Should I kill her now or later?” You thought, as your best friend broke news you both would not be sharing a tent. When this camping trip was planned, you specifically wanted to share a tent with her. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, it was the fact you had always shared a tent with her in the past — so you were naturally used to her presence when your friend group had these little trips. That was a lost cause now. Unbeknownst to you, she invited her boyfriend last minute and decided they would be sharing a tent.

You stare at her blankly as her boyfriend smiles, “So…What am I supposed to do?” You ask her.

“Uhh, I don’t know.” She says quietly, clearly she didn’t think it through either. It was a few minutes of silence before her boyfriend spoke up and responded, “Luigi’s not sharing a tent with anyone. you may ask him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind it.”

Luigi Mangione. One of the more loved people at college, you had ended up in a bigger friend group with him; so you knew him but only so much. He was a typical person that all the girls were always crushing on, sneaking pictures of, there was even a rumored group chat where they’d talk and send pictures of him. Sure, he was handsome but was it that serious?

You nod. Luigi was a really nice person, so you didn’t doubt he would tell you no. It’s the fact your best friend should’ve mentioned it two hours ago when you all originally left for the trip. “Alright.” You said quietly, by now everyone was arranging their tents and Luigi — he was busy watching the stream. He always enjoyed the little things and admired nature. He was- from what you knew- fairly shy. For someone always so out there, so smart and always up for going places besides campus; he was incredibly introverted.

He had plenty of friends, but he never bonded on a deep level, you knew that much from other people who knew him better.

You shove your hands in your pocket and sigh, walking over to him, smiling awkwardly as you watch the current rush and wash over the rocks inside. Occasionally a small fish would wiggle and swim in the crystal colored waters. You clear your throat and speak up finally, “Hey, Luigi?”

His head turns — his jawline dotted with stubble, and a warm smile welcomes you. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get caught up in his gaze, his hazel eyes are so entrancing. You can’t help but look away as you ask, “Would you be alright if I stay in your tent? Riri brought her boyfriend and decided at the last minute to tell me they’re bunking together so I don’t have anywhere to sleep now.” He chuckles, nodding to you. “Yeah, of course. I don’t mind.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Thank you so much, Luigi.”

“Of course.”

You and your friends spent most of the afternoon setting up, you’d spend the rest of the weekend hiking, exploring and enjoying each other’s company. Luigi had taken your sleeping bag and set up the inside of the tent, he didn’t make you do anything, you were “his” guest—as he put it.

By evening, the campfire was lit, lighting up the smiles of your friends; the mix of conversation and laughs filled the air. You sat comfortably on your favorite lawn chair, a maroon rackety-old thing that held up like a warrior. Luigi moved closer beside you, quietly and shimmied comfortably in his chair.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, heads up, Luigi snores a lot, so good luck.” You tilt your head, Luigi? Snores? You highly doubted that. But oh, was Riri’s boyfriend right.

Before you initially got in the tent, you had spent a few minutes talking to your other friends about things you all may do tomorrow, you heard some noises but passed it off. That was, until you climbed into the tent, Luigi was already passed out, softly snoring. It’s not that bad. You thought. It was rather chilly, but he still slept shirtless, comfortably curled up in the sleeping bag. His curls were the only sight from this angle.

You got comfortable in your own sleeping bag and exhaled, relieved to finally get to rest after the long trip. Inevitably, as your eyes began to flutter shut, Luigi let out this snore. It scared you back awake. You realized it was just him; and nothing of actual worry — you slightly peered over at him, although the tent was dark, the tiny bits of moonlight that managed its way through freckled his calm, handsome complexion.

He had stopped for the moment, so you assume he only does it every so often and you could stand sleeping with his snores beside you.

Alas, you huddled down, zipped the sleeping bag and nuzzled into the soft cushioning. Your eyes closed, body relaxed. The quiet buzzes of nature make it feel more realistic and comforting.

Then he snored.

It wasn’t that bad, so you let him snore on; and continued to try and pursue slumber, but as the night progressed, it got deeper and louder. You had managed to fall asleep but were woken right away by his snores, it was honestly annoying but simultaneously endearing. He was so sweet you couldn’t be mad at him for it, though anyone else you would have woken and told to go sleep somewhere else — it was different with Lu.

After some time though, you realized how late it had gotten, almost 4AM, you needed to sleep or you wouldn’t want to do anything tomorrow with the group. Gently, you grasp his shoulder and shake him. It only elicits a bigger snore, and a flinch from yourself. You give it a moment, not wanting to scare him awake.

“Luigi.” You whispered, nudging him a little harder this time. He groans, shifting ever so slightly and slowly coming to.

“Y/N?” His tone was so sleepy, mumbled and kind of cute.

“Hey…I’m not trying to be rude, but you’re snoring a lot.” You chuckle, quietly.

“I’m so sorry,” He says as he sits up, his muscles flexed as he stretched a bit. “I know I snore pretty roughly, my older sister hated sharing a room with me when we were younger.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, “I get it, I didn’t want to seem like an asshole about it or act like it’s a world-ending thing that you’re snoring…”

“No, no. You’re fine Y/N, thanks for waking me up. I had a lot of signs of sleep apnea when I was younger, I struggled with it for a while. When I snore all night it makes my throat hurt.” He states, rubbing his arm. You nod, he was too nice about it. Whenever you confronted a sibling or roommate about snoring they told you to ignore it or get earplugs. Not Luigi.

“How about this,” He says, staying quiet so as to not wake everyone sleeping in the tents beside yours. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep and you’re good — then I’ll go back to sleep too so I won’t disturb you. Is that okay?”

He was offering such a sweet little thing, it wasn’t that big of a deal but for you it meant everything.

You agreed, it seemed the only logical conclusion and he was willing to lack his own sleep just so you could rest comfortably without his snoring. “That’s really nice of you, Luigi, thank you.”

“Of course.” Even in the dim light, his smile lines carved and dimples became more prominent, somehow his face lit the darkness alone.

And that’s exactly what you did, he shared a blanket he brought, covered you and as you tucked yourself in, he stayed sitting up and relaxed, he wouldn’t admit it but he did watch you for a bit just to make sure you were comfortable and you were able to fall asleep — which you were; and you did.

The next morning — almost afternoon, the group was buzzing as they snacked on granola bars and sipped on water or coffee they kept in thermal cups. Luigi had exchanged into a blue tank top with a Lion King reference on the front and those lousy basketball shorts all the boys seemed to enjoy wearing, despite them looking goofy.

As you managed around, got changed in your tent for a day of exploring and probable hiking, Lu approached you with a sly smile.

“Good morning.” He hums.

“Morning, Luigi.” You replied.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, I actually did. Thank you, again by the way.” You said cheerfully.

“Yeah, it’s no problem! I guess that’ll be our routine while we’re tenting up together.” He laughs, leaning against a small tree nearby.

“Suppose so.” You nod.

“Oh and by the way, Y/N?”

“Yes, Luigi?”

“You snore. A lot.”

[thatlotuscookie]

hi👋 could i have something with dabi x reader when he's sick and his personality changes drastically. and all he wants is to be in bed, cuddle, make out, sleep and have reader play with his hair

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hi riri!! i appreciate the request, thank youuu<3 this is adorable and honestly so like him. i just wrote something short and soft. let me know if you'd like something longer next time! :<

✧ Title: ✧ Fevered Affection ✧ ✧ Characters: Sick!Dabi x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi isn’t one to show weakness, but a nasty fever leaves him vulnerable and in desperate need of comfort. You’re there to care for him, and as his defenses drop, he reveals a softer side that he rarely lets anyone see. ✧ Content/Tags: Sickness, Vulnerability, Light Teasing, Soft Dabi, Sick!Dabi ✧ WC: 805 words // 4.5k chars

Dabi wasn’t one to show weakness. Hell, he hated the idea of relying on anyone for anything. He had built up walls so high and thick that even a hurricane couldn't bring them down. But today, something much simpler than a storm had him practically bedridden—a nasty fever that turned the League’s usually sharp-tongued, brooding arsonist into a lethargic puddle of exhaustion.

You’d noticed it a few days ago. His usual snarky comments were less biting, his responses delayed. You chalked it up to a bad mood, but when you found him barely able to stand and refusing to get up from bed, you knew something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled when you tried to help him sit up. His voice was raspy, and the usual fire in his eyes was dimmed. He wasn’t fine.

“No, you’re not,” you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. “You’re burning up, Dabi.”

He didn't respond—just lay there, blinking slowly as if the world had slowed down with him. It was odd to see him so…vulnerable. But as his fever climbed higher, his usual gruff exterior melted away, leaving behind a Dabi you had never seen before—one that craved affection and comfort.

It started with the smallest of requests.

“Stay,” he mumbled, reaching for your hand with more desperation than you’d ever expect from him. “Just… don’t go anywhere.”

You stayed. And as the day wore on, it became clear he wasn’t interested in anything but being close to you. He barely moved, except to adjust himself so that his head rested in your lap, his face nuzzled into your stomach. His body, usually so stiff and guarded, had relaxed completely into your touch.

“Is this really Dabi?” you teased gently, running your fingers through his messy black hair. “The same guy who acts like he doesn’t need anyone?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, leaning into your hand as you scratched at his scalp. “Feels good…”

The day slipped by in quiet moments—Dabi, wrapped in your arms, letting his fever-ridden body give in to its needs. He was clingy in a way that surprised you, his usual distance replaced by a hunger for comfort. He pulled you down into the bed with him at one point, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he curled his body around yours.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “Never knew you could feel this good…”

You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You’re never like this when you’re healthy.”

“Maybe I should get sick more often,” he muttered, his lips brushing your neck in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly, his fever-bright eyes locking with yours. “Wanna kiss you…”

You blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He nodded, his hand gently gripping the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a slow, lazy kiss. It wasn’t like the usual kisses with Dabi—this one was sweet, almost needy, like he was asking for something more than just the physical connection. Like he wanted to lose himself in you, just for a moment.

When you pulled away, he sighed contentedly, leaning back into the pillows. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close again, his head resting on your chest this time.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. “Just wanna stay here… forever.”

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And that’s how the rest of the night went—Dabi, sick and vulnerable, wrapped in your arms, content with nothing more than your touch and the quiet comfort of being together. His fever might have stolen his usual fire, but it brought out something softer in him, something you cherished in those quiet, stolen moments.

The next morning

By the time morning rolled around, Dabi’s fever had broken. You woke up to find him still in your arms, but this time his usual sharp gaze was back, though softened slightly by the remnants of last night’s vulnerability.

He stretched lazily, glancing up at you with a smirk. “So… how was playing nurse?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re a terrible patient, you know.”

He chuckled, sitting up and running a hand through his now-messy hair. “Yeah, but you loved it.”

You shoved him playfully, but before you could say anything, Dabi’s hand caught yours, pulling you back down into his lap. His lips brushed against your temple, his voice low and almost… affectionate?

“Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”

Your heart swelled. Maybe being sick had its perks after all.

[lyfeofbilly]

Paralyzed

warnings: angst, fluff (slightly suggestive)

summary: the tension between you and riri finally dissipates after weeks of it.

author's note: hey yall! this was something short and sweet that i really wanted to write. its been a minute since ive posted anything, and i didnt wanna leave yall hanging. can you tell i get all my inspo from music? lmao, enjoy!

taglist: @koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @pvnks0ul @solanaszn @onyxstones-world @blacksapphhicmaddonna

The car ride home was completely silent, an uncomfortable one to say the least. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, leaving you to question how to potentially break the silence between you two. Three weeks had passed since you and Riri had the disagreement that started it all. That damned job. Every argument you two had stemmed from it. If Riri wasn't coming home hours late, she stood you up on plans you two had made days, if not weeks, prior. The house was at a standstill. Your home that was once filled with comfort and intimacy, was now quiet and cold. The bed you two shared went half empty most nights, the other side barren without your wife.

Your heels clacked against the shiny hardwood floors as you entered through the front door. Sitting through an exquisite dinner that her job hosted, playing the picture perfect couple everyone had made you out to be took a toll on you. The only thing that got you through the facade was the stinging of the multiple drinks as you downed them. Deep down you were tired of fighting about the same thing, leaving you feeling empty and lost. All you wanted was your wife back.

You plopped on the large green sectional in the living room, a sigh left your lips as you peeled the stilettos off of your aching feet, slowly starting to massage the arches of them. Riri on the other hand had made her way up the stairs to your bedroom, clearly tired and not in the mood to argue. On days where you two weren't fighting she would cling to your side, covering every exposed piece of skin in light kisses. Nostalgia clouded your judgement, causing you to follow far behind her. The stairs creaked as you walked up each step, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter the closer to the bedroom you got.

You stopped at the doorway, taking time to admire the shorter woman. Her neatly braided cornrows pulled into a bun at the back of her head, and the array of jewelry that adorned her ears. Although her back was turned she could feel your presence, or the aroma of the perfume you wore daily that filled her nose. She turned to face you, loosening her tie off her neck.

"Yea?" she asked gently, taking off her blazer and throwing it on the bed.

One thing you admired about Riri was her ability to stay graceful and gentle with you in the midst of turmoil in your relationship. It was an ability you were grateful that she had, even if you didn't deserve it at times.

"Can we talk?" You breathed out. Those were the three words that threatened to spill from the tip of your tongue for weeks. The phrase that could have laid this to rest from the start. You walked further into the room, desperately wanting to close the gap between you two.

Riri sighed, more so of relief. This rough patch in your relationship was playing a huge toll on her too. From not getting enough sleep due to the lack of your presence next to her, to being constantly distracted at work. As much as she wanted to make up and smooth everything over, the words that would make that happen would never come out.

"I know we've been in this weird space," You came a step closer, your body aching to feel her warmth. "But I'm tired of it. I need you to talk to-"

Before you could finish your sentence she pulled you in, your back to her front. A wave of relief washed over you, your shoulders you had no idea were up to your ears slouched. Being in her arms eased the pull that you've felt on your heart for so long. Her breath was hot on your skin as she sunk her head in the crook of your neck.

"You got no idea how much I needed to hear that." She hummed into you. Her cologne filled your nose and her hands made your skin grow hot as she let them roam on your body. "I missed being next to you, feeling you-" Hot, soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulders as she slid the thin straps of your dress off you.

"Ri-"

Her fingers found the zipper of the cocktail dress you were wearing and slowly undid it, letting it drop to the floor and leaving you bare. "Shh, let me show you how much I missed you ma."

[the-bitter-ocean]

( ACT 3/ ACT 4 SPOILERS) This is part 6 of the many responses/ dialogue options I wrote for the conversation that Rewind and Mirabelle have on what Rewind’s identity truly is. To understand the full context you can find the original post here. Writing is under the cut:

{{ “So I suppose you must have a lot of questions for me don’t you? Theories as to who I might be?”}}

{ You do. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all of this.}

{{ “Let’s make this like a game so you can get to know me a little better. How’s that sound hm?”}}

{You nod slowly, still unsure.}

{{ “You get one guess for this so pick whatever feels right in your heart.”}}

{One guess?}

{Something about the way Riri speaks to you feels familiar. }

{ Someone dependable and willing to help you even in the most dire of circumstances. }

{ Someone who’s shown to care for you deeply over the course of this whole ordeal and in turn you have done the same for them as well. }

=> { You’re one of my allies. }

{“.. Are you.. Um. one of my allies ?”}

{Riri stares at you confused.}

{{“Which ally of yours do you think I am, Plum? I’m curious” }}

{ Rewind is….}

=> { Siffrin.}

=> { Isabeau. }

=> { Odile.}

=> { Bonnie. }

=> { Siffrin.}

{“… Um well.. maybe Siffrin?”}

{Riri confusion grows even more. She shakes her head}

{{“Mmm..Why’d you say that?”}}

{“.. We’ll you’re so mysterious .. and uhm you make fun of me sometimes, but it doesn’t feel like it’s meant to be in a mean way?”}

{“You seem so..nonchalant? Like you’ve seen it all before.. and well that’s the type of way Siffrin was when I asked him for help on the journey so..it just makes sense?”}

{“I don’t know. It just reminded me of them was all.”}

{Riri goes quiet. She’s lost in thought.}

{{ “..I remind you of your Rogue? For that reason..? That’s very..”}}

{She sighs clearly wanting to say something more, as if to correct you but brightens up in tone again}

{{ “Silly of you! I tease you because you just have the personality that makes it so easy for me to do!”}}

{{“You’re so adorable, don’t you know that?”}}

{Riri gently boops you on the nose. }

{You sulk.}

{{“..You guessed wrong. Sorry Plum!”}}

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(ALTERNATE RESPONSES)

{Rewind is….}

=> { Siffrin.}

=> { Isabeau. }

=> { Odile. }

=> { Bonnie. }

=> {Isabeau.}

{“…Are you Isabeau?”}

{Riri confusion grows even more. She shakes her head}

{{“Wh- Huh?! You think I’m your Fighter? For what reason?”}}

{“.. Well you’re like really uplifting if that makes any sense? It seems like you just know how to cheer me up before I even could begin to tell you if I was upset. ”}

{“.. Isabeau is really good at that sort of thing. Plus you look.. really stylish? Ah in hindsight it’s probably a stupid answer, sorry.”}

{“I don’t know. It just reminded me of them was all.”}

{{“…No, I’m not your Fighter.”}}

{{“As cute as it is that you think I’m anything like him, it’s not true.”}}

{{“I think that even someone who excels at Changing like him… would have a hard time changing into something like me.”}}

{ What’s that supposed to mean-}

{{“Anyway you guessed wrong. Sorry Plum!”}}

—————————————————————————————————

{Rewind is….}

=> { Siffrin. }

=> { Isabeau. }

=> { Odile. }

=> { Bonnie. }

=> {Odile.}

{“…Are you Madame Odile?”}

{Riri confusion grows even more. She shakes her head}

{{“….? You think I’m your Mage? Why?”}}

{“.. You just.. seem to be really knowledgeable about a lot of things and you’re very..reflective?”}

{“You get really quiet sometimes- like you’re thinking of a bigger picture that I couldn’t even begin to understand, y’know?”}

{“..Madame is really good at planning strategies and figuring out the best ways to solve a problem, kind of like what you do when you talk with me.”}

{“I don’t know. It just reminded me of her was all.”}

{{“…Hm. That’s awfully sweet of you to say but no! I’m not your Mage.”}}

{{“If I was anywhere near as smart as her, I’d have solved both of our problems regarding this whole time loop business by now.”}}

{ “Huh? Wait but-“}

{{“Anyway! I hate to say it but you guessed wrong. Sorry Plum!”}}

—————————————————————————————————

{Rewind is….}

=> { Siffrin.}

=> { Odile. }

=> { Isabeau.}

=> { Bonnie. }

=> { Bonnie.}

{“…Are you Bonnie?”}

{Riri confusion grows even more. She shakes her head}

{{“..?! You think I’m B-..Your Apprentice?”}}

{Rewind looks at you dumbfounded.}

{ Rewind puts a hand over where their hypothetical mouth would be, if she had one and laughs at you.}

{{“Do you really think I’m that childish?”}}

{“Wh- NO!! Not like that at all!!”}

{“You’re just hard to read. N-Not in a bad way!”}

{“I don’t know why.. but I get the feeling you’re trying really hard to not get close to me?”}

{“.. But I don’t think you hate me either. It’s clear you care a lot about me and want to help me. So it’s just a little confusing on where I stand with you.”}

{“..Bonnie gets like that too sometimes. They want to help however they can in their own unique way even if they can be stubborn about it.”}

{“I don’t know. It just reminded me of them was all.”}

{Rewind looks away from you.}

{{“That’s a very strange conclusion for you to reach.”}}

{{“No, I’m not your Apprentice.”}}

{{Rewind puts on a sing songy tone as she speaks.}}

{{“I’ll have you know I’m an adult, thank you!”}}

{{“I consider it a good thing… im thankful that I’m not your apprentice.”}}

{{“I don’t want to even think about the possibility of someone that young being in my..”}}

{{“…”}}

{…?}

{“Being in your what-“}

{{“Moving on now! Point is, your guess was wrong. Sorry Plum!”}}

[riddle-me-ri]

Riri!! You rock! Everything you write is so amazing and I can't believe we're all so lucky that you share your creations with us all!!! If you're still taking valentines requests can I ask for BTAS Penguin character or reader get jealous? All your Penguin stories are all fantastic but your BTAS ones are always my absolute faves!!

a/n: awwww omg you're too sweet thank you so much!! That means a lot and I appreciate you!! I am still taking vday requests until this Sunday! I have already written about BTAS Pengy getting jealous (here) of Riddler so I think it would be interesting to flip the tables for this one! I know that in BTAS it's not spoken about him owning the Iceberg Lounge until TNBA when his ownership plays a more pivotal role so I'm just going to combine the two its still BTAS Penguin but with TNBA status kind of lol

Content Warning: jealous thoughts

Word Count: 508

Reader Gets Jealous Over BTAS Penguin

Oswald Cobblepot is an ideal partner.

He complimented you, supported you, validated you…treated you like the only person in the world that mattered to him.

These sentiments you returned back to him tenfold, of course.

Jealousy was something that mostly occurred on his part.

Oswald's insecurities often got the better of him, not that he didn't trust you, he just knew that there were more conventionally attractive partners out there with the potential to whisk you away…and he couldn't say he'd blame you if you let them.

You always reassured him and proved his insecurities wrong by remaining to be by his side for years to come.

However, tonight, the shoe was on the other foot.

You took a drink from your cup to hide the grimace on your face as you saw an undeniably attractive woman all over Oswald.

Knots of rage began tightening in your stomach, waiting to implode. The nerve, the audacity of some people–

The conflicting emotion between wanting to tell this lady to back off versus wanting to pull her back by her hair away from him…both of which were not a good idea because ultimately you didn't want to embarrass Oswald in his club.

You sighed as you tried to get a handle on your emotions and think logically about what to do.

“Ah, there you are, my dove!”

Maybe you didn't have to think of anything, because before you knew it the love of your life was making his way towards you.

For once, your heart beat steadily, and your breathing was even. “Ozzie!”

You got up from the barstool and excitedly walked over to him.

“You look gorgeous! I'm glad to see you wearing the attire I bought you, I presume it fits well?”

He looked up at you as he took your hands in his own.

“Yes, I love it! And you look incredibly handsome as always, Ozzie!” You leaned down and nuzzled your nose against his signature long and pointed one.

As you two conversed lovingly, you couldn't help but feel the pressure of someone's eyes on you.

Your eyes darted over Oswald's shoulder to see the very woman that caused your ire earlier.

It seems the shoe is on the other foot…

Your smile grew as you brought your attention back to Oswald, who still looked up at you with devoting eyes.

You brought your hand to cup the side of Oswald's face before pulling him up a little to bring his face closer to yours–to have his lips meet yours.

You grinned as you couldn't help but tone in on the sound of heels stomping on the ground over the classical live piano music.

Oswald was none the wiser as his cheeks dusted red, and he cheerfully took your hand in his once more.

“Come, darling! The night is still young!”

You tightened your grip on Oswald’s hand as your speculation was confirmed that the woman did indeed leave in a huff.

“Indeed, lead the way, Ozzie!”

[absolute-flaming-trash]

I've been clicking the anon toggle on and off repeatedly for about five mins now but I've ultimately realized I am just much too shy not to have the anon and anyway!

This is probably like super mushy and fluffy and heodnsb I wanna say please don't post it but also like it's your blog I can't really tell you what you can and can't do? So yeah anyway (v.2)!

I hope this isn't a bad time but this is that anon that sent you drabbles in the height of my Alastor brainrot (I feel so embarrassed by it now omg please forgive me I just really needed someone to go rabid with me)

Just wanted to let you know you've inspired me to actually write fics now and I have my own blog for them and it's doing pretty good with a lot of surprisingly positive interactions given how dark some themes are (should I love the internet for that or lose faith in humanity? still kinda morally confused on this haha)

You (someone whose writing i've been a fan of for a while!!) liking the ideas I shared and the telling me they were interesting enough to make into full fanfics really helped a lot because I was thinking they might have been so uninteresting and really just good for like a little word vomit post and nothing more. Your words really gave me a good push and some confidence!!

(Also, I saw you were worried about how controversial Alastor smut would be a couple of posts back. Wanted to share that so far, I haven't really encountered anything but support! It's not as scary as I thought it would be!)

So yeah this long ask is really just a very long winded thank you. You've helped this shy old anon come out of her shell a bit! (not enough to toggle that anon switch off though haha)

This is not a bad time, if anything this came at a time where something so nice to read and take in was appreciated and brightened my day.

I'm glad. I'm glad you've decided to post your own musings, because the ones you sent me were fantastic. I hadn't posted it, as you know, but the "Lovely" drabble you sent me is one I think about a lot. I hope you make that into a full piece.

I haven't had the energy to read much lately, but I hope I come across your work at some point. Thank you for sharing the things you have. The more writers the merrier, and I'm glad that so far you're finding it incredibly enjoyable.

And, since I am still very much learning how to accept compliments and lovely messages like this, you're welcome.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 2/2!

A/N Sorry this took so long 😭 I've been pretty busy.

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He hadn't spoken to you in weeks. In fact, Hobie didn't think he'd even seen you around much after your last conversation. You were always so slippery, avoiding him every time he tried to come talk to you and heading out on missions almost every hour of every day.

He didn't understand why you were being so distant. Well, the two of you had never been friends friends, never been as buddy-buddy as he was with Gwen and Pavitr, but he always had liked you. He thought you were sweet, kind, the all-around good girl that he could start up a conversation with every once in a while.

And now he couldn't help but a feel a little put-off by the way you were acting. After all, if it was just slipping away, he wouldn't mind as much...but you were also being so snarky.

Giving him bored looks when he tried to start up small-talk (conversation which he absolutely hated by the way, he only did it so he could try to figure out what was going on with you), being louder, no longer as quiet as you'd been whenever he was around before, and best of all...you were funny. He couldn't even remember you making a real joke, a sarcastic, fiery one around him before...until now.

And if he was being honest...he liked it.

He liked this you.

It was like you were finally being your real self, the one he'd heard about from your friends and other Spider-people, and even if this personality wasn't the sort he was used to from you, it was still fun to see.

"Oi!" he grabbed your arm as you attempted to walk past him, your eyes dead set forward as if you didn't even see him. "Where'ya off to?"

"Nowhere important" You replied normally, looking up at him. Seeing him staring down at you, a coy smile on his face, made your heart wrench slightly. But you'd already given up. There was no point.

"Nowhere? But you're waddling away so quickly" he teased, leaning down slightly so his eyes met yours. When you didn't respond, his smile faded slightly and he cleared his throat, standing up straight.

"Have you been avoidin' me these past weeks?" He asked abruptly.

Your eyes widened slightly and you immediately scoffed and pushed his hand off your arm. "Not everything's about you, you know" You said, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Oh?" He asked with a laugh. "Someone's gotten snarky, 'aven't dey?" His accent thickened slightly as he stood back, searching for a way to get you to stay. "Come on, dove, jus tell me where you're going!"

"Miguel called me for another mission" You said, folding your arms over your chest.

"You going with anyone?" he asked curiously, cocking his head to the side.

"Why's it matter to you?" You asked with a slight smile.

He shrugged. "Maybe I want to come with you."

"To...?"

"No reason. Just tagging along." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. "Just haven't talked to you in a while s'all"

"Aww, did you miss talking to me?" You teased, "I never knew our little convos mattered so much to you"

"They did." He admitted, a little more solemnly. He hesitated for a moment, taking a breath before explaining, "Look, dove, I like you, alright? I really do. And honestly?" He smiled, leaning in slightly again. "I missed you a little bit." He pinched his fingers together in front of you, taking your hand. "Just a little."

You felt your face heat up slightly and you immediately looked away. "I never knew that." You said quietly. You'd always thought you were more of a burden to him. That he never noticed you or that you just weren't noticeable. Yet apparently...he did notice you. More than he'd admitted.

"Really? Thought I was making it obvious...always talking to you and shit" He said with a raised brow. "Was the small-talk not plain enough?"

You chuckled, looking up at him with a grin. "The small-talk was horrific."

"That was the goal" He winked, pulling you in a little closer. "I think I like seeing you like this. All smiley and fun."

"Really?" You asked, smile fading slightly as a feeling of warmth began bubbling in your chest. "I'm fun like this?"

"I mean the whole 'sweet', 'quiet' look suited you fine, yeah, but I think you're a lot more interesting when you're open with me, darling" He chuckled, pressing his lips gently to the palm of your hand.

You smiled. So...you weren't as much of a burden as you'd thought you were.

Why had you even stayed hiding your real personality from him all these months? You'd expected him to not like you, to think you were too loud, too annoying. That's what you'd been told before.

But it seemed like the reason your little antics hadn't been working was because they weren't real. They weren't the real you.

And now that you were showing him the real you...well it just felt better, both to him and to you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts, eyes widening as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, holding it in his rather large palm.

He hesitated at your action, pulling his head back slightly. "I'm not moving too fast, am I?" He asked awkwardly.

Suddenly, you pulled him into a needed hug, burying your face in his chest and taking him by surprise. He stumbled back slightly, not having expected it. It took him a moment to adjust before returning the hug, patting your back gently. "Dove?"

"I think I've waited long enough" you mumbled with a smile, looking up into his eyes with your arms still wrapped tightly around him. "So let's speed things up, yeah?"

[wonton4rang]

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: riwoo x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with riwoo.

note: this is a series! you can find the other ones here <3 i am OBSESSED with those riwoo's pics because omg he looks so cute and soft :(((

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first time he realises he's in love; the cliché would be you guys having dance lessons together but we are better than that so imagine you are at a convenience store, getting some ramen, sausage and a cold drink to ease the stress of your day while you listened to some music. you would be so focused on the songs blasting on your earphones that you didn't even hear the soft voice calling for you until you felt a hand tapping your shoulder and looked up. pretty eyes staring into yours and a sweet smile greeting you before he spoke up, informing you that the store was supposed to close an hour ago but he didn't want to disturb you. tbh you thought he was the cutest and nicest person ever and he got curious about the way you looked so tired yet so beautiful, so you can bet you kept going there and both of you grew feelings. he knew it from the beginning because ain't nobody doing an extra hour until 1am for almost a MONTH just for fun, bffr. you even thought the store closed at 1am because he never said anything but today he noticed you looked too tired so he spoke up </3

how would he confess; after you guys had your first meeting and actually spoke to each other something more than just a simple "hi, yes, thank you, please" when he was at the register, you quickly tried to appeal more to him as you noticed he was kinda shy. which lead to you waiting for him to finish his shift and walk together to the bus stop while you talked about anything and everything, he was just so fun to be around and he felt the same way. so that day after you left the store and walked through the streets during winter, he held your hand so he could make you stop and look at him before he laughed softly and got closer to you, explaining how happy he felt by your side and that even if he wasn't the best boy in the world, he would like you to give him a chance to make you as happy as you made him.

officially dating w riwoo; do you know about those really clingy yet shy and retracted type of boyfriends that might be mistaken as really dumb and blindly in love and would be so funny to be around, making all sorts of jokes but just to you and with you because he just feels comfortable enough by your side? yeah, well, hi riwoo <33 he would always be making those dad jokes while he looked right into your eyes and waited for you to laugh at the most awful thing ever said by a human being. he would be really clingy, kisses all over your face, cuddles for hours and hours while he just softly caresses your hair and kisses your cheeks, even falling asleep for a while with you on his arms because that's just how much peace you gave him. you obviously did karaoke night every once in a while while singing your lungs out and dancing till your feet hurt.

first kiss; it would just be so cute, he would be so nervous yet decided to do it that it would make him flustered the moment he gets you alone, finally back at home (probably on karaoke night), he would sit besides you and you felt his hands shaking when he grabbed your arm and barely held your stare before looking at the ground. "is something wrong, riri?" his head denied your words but the way he kept shaking made you a little bit sceptical about his answer so you tried to make him look at you only to find his blushed face. "i feel so ashamed right now and i don't know how to ask but-" , "can i kiss you?" riwoo saw heaven's gates opening up when he heard that because he couldn't manage to say it himself. he just nodded and you were already leaning in to hold his face and lock your lips together in an innocent yet slow kiss without tongue that made both of your knees weak.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; even though he would be really shy during the first kiss, i do think that after the first was done he would gain confidence and kiss you a lot. so the day you guys were just watching some anime while sharing little pecks and giggles and you felt his hand hold your thigh, you knew that something was gonna happen. specially when you looked up and he just stared down at you with a soft grin, making you move until you were sitting on his lap so he could hold the back of your neck and kiss your lips like he never did before. he would have one hand on your waist and the other one on your nape, his tongue playing with yours in such a sensual way that you couldn't help but start grinding down on him. and even though things were getting hotter with each second that passed by, he managed to giggle during the kiss, pulling away to caress your hair and then your flushed cheeks before saying "i really, really like you, y/n" :((

first time meeting your family; i feel like he would try to pretend like he ain't that nervous but he literally has a notebook with notes about everything you've said to him about your parents, sheets and more sheets of recommendations, things to say, topics of things that were trending when your parent's were young, songs from your parent's favourite singers, he had everything wrote down and yet his hands were sweating and his throat got blocked when he tried to say "hi" to them. it was funny for you because you knew how nervous he was and he had no reason to be because honestly? your parents already loved him, they have heard and seen him multiple times when they video called you and riwoo didn't even notice when he kissed the top of your head and told you to come join him at bed so you could rest. so when they said those little details they have seen, he would nervously laugh and then start to get loose and make those really bad jokes that only him and your dad would laugh about. "i hope you guys get married soon, i want grandchildren" your mom would say without the two males listening "i just hope the kids don't get his sense of humour"

first time w riwoo; when you guys get to the point were this is gonna happen, riwoo is going to look so happy, so smiley and yet looking so hot that it's just crazy. you can't seem to understand the way he looks at you with such adoring eyes while his hands caressed your body. he would be the type to hold your hands while he deeply pounds into your cunt and sweetly smiles at you, kissing your cheeks, your lips, your nose, and even your forehead, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before sucking lighlty the skin there and making you mewl, your legs trying to shut close but his hips stopping you. "i love you so much" he would whisper every time but the first one would be engraved in the crooks of your brain, always causing a swirl in your stomach and making you blush each time you remember it.

overall, riwoo is a very loving, caring and sweet boy, you could expect the same thing with him as a lover. he is very loyal, extremely, in fact, and has a sense of duty and responsibility that is almost crazy. i also find riwoo to be an observer, not much of a talker yet he always likes to light the mood with a few jokes that are not funny but you end up laughing at his laugh.

i don't think you guys would argue much but when it happens it would probably be over some moral stuff like you wanted to do something or said something that he doesn't find to be kind or actually morally correct. it could you defending an infidelity or someone lying over something so he would definitely speak up and be so offended that he could even say "so you would cheat on me or lie to me because is not such a big deal?" the argument would end in that moment and both of you would apologize for even discussing about it.

he would be close to your parents but not super close tho, he would love you blindly, make you food, take care of you when you're sick, always lighten the mood w silly jokes and definitely introduces you to his friends.

so if you need a puppy like lover but a little bit more introverted, that only has eyes for you but wouldn't fall in the boredom of being too complaint, someone who your parents will love and, eventually, so will your friends, someone with the one you can keep your health due to good alimentation and regular physical activity, and last but not least, someone who will not be the most secure person ever but will make sure to work on it and make you feel the best, then riwoo is your best choice !!

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i think i went overboard with some of those but i'm going through such a riwoo root rn that i couldn't help it 😔 hope y'all enjoyed tho !! 🫶

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt. 7 (Things I Hate About You)

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“Not gonna lie… I can’t fault you for fucking the OG. She fine af.” Riri whispered to Shuri as they watched You and your mother stare each other down. You’d walked up to the door, pushing Riri out of the way and had been staring your mother down for what felt like hours but was mere minutes.

“Riri, shut the fuck up.” Shuri hissed, irritated that all her effort was going to be demolished by this one moment.

“Ion know why you mad for, you got to fuck on the OG and you fucking on Y/n now. You greedy bitch.” Riri rolled her eyes. Not that she wanted to mess with your mother. She was aware the woman was attractive but she had nothing on you. You were gorgeous, smart, opinionated as hell and kind even though you tried to pretend you weren’t and that you didn’t care about anything or anyone.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” Your mother asked, her tone was sickly sweet. A tone you knew all too well. It was her nice nasty tone.

“No.” You finally spoke.

“No?” She repeated as if shocked.

“No!” You hissed, and slammed the door in her face.

“Oh shit.” Riri laughed in disbelief. She didn’t know what to expect but that surely wasn’t it.

“Y/n…” Shuri called but you ignored her as you opened the door to see your mother still standing there with a shocked look on her face.

“The nerve you have to come here is astounding!” You snap. Months of ignoring her and trying to pretend she didn’t exist hadn’t prepared you for the rage you felt at seeing her again. “You’re nothing but a selfish bitch! Never in your life have you ever been a decent person! You come here and for what? To make amends so that you feel better about yourself?! Fuck you! I told you I never wanted to see you again and you seem to think what? That I misspoke ? My DAD is DEAD, and I wish it were YOU! You are not a mother! You don’t know the first thing about being a mother! And if you think I’m being emotional or that I don’t mean what I’m saying hear me when I say… I FUCKING HATE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE! DAD IS THE ONLY REASON I EVER RESPECTED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU TREATED ME AS IF I WERE MERELY THE SHIT ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES YOU HOMOPHOBIC HYPOCRITE WHORE !”

Shuri and Riri shared a look of astonishment as they watched you crash out. You were visibly shaking, your eyes narrowed and your words emphasized with great contempt. Neither knew what to say or do as they’d never seen you this angry.

Your mother said nothing as she took in your words. Her jaw clenched and her eyes tightened as she stared at you in utter disbelief.

“Get the fuck away from my apartment and slither back to whatever fucking gutter you crawled out from!” You spoke again, wanting her to get just how much you wanted her to leave.

* WHAP *

You stare at your mother in shock as she slapped you so hard, you bit your tongue.

“You clearly have lost your mind! You do NOT talk to me like that!” She shouted.

“Fuc—“

* WHAP *

You grinded your teeth to keep from hitting her back, as she glared at you. She’d never put her hands on you before, she’d never dare with the way your father was about you.

“I’ve given you more than enough time to get your act together. I am your mother and you will respect me! I brought your ungrateful, spoiled and entitled ass into this world.” She eyes you, her mouth setting in a line.

“Entitled? Me? Clearly being a whore and a hypocrite isn’t enough. You had to add delusional to the list as well.” You spat, furious at her words.

“Y/n, I’m trying not to put my hands on you. I did not come here for this. Your father would be so disappointed with —“

* BOOP *

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad!” You punched her straight in the nose, hearing the crack.

Shuri quickly moved to grab you as Riri grabbed your mother as the two of you moved to hit each other. You had no love lost for the woman. That died when your dad died. You tried to be cordial and respectful and perfect for her and all she ever did was shit on it. Your dad pushed you to respect her, to love her even when she made it hard for you to.

“YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. MOTHER. YOU. DON’T. KNOW. HOW. TO. BE. ONE!!!!!” You screamed, fighting against Shuri’s hold.

“You excel at playing a victim, Y/n.” Your mother shakes her head. “Everything isn’t always about you. You’re angry because your little childhood crush fucked me? Baby girl, I am everyone’s childhood crush. Grow up and stop with this nonsense.”

Riri’s eyes widened as she stared at Shuri. She was shocked at the audacity your mother had. The whole argument between the two of you was absolutely absurd and it was getting more ridiculous with every rebuttal.

Shuri simply raised a brow. She had known absolutely nothing of your mother until she threw herself at her the night at the club. While she could admit your mother was gorgeous, she was no different from the many women that tried to get her attention. You were the only one besides Riri that showed her that you were more than just your looks.

She actually respected you and Riri. Something she couldn’t say for the plethora of women she’d fucked or whom had tried to throw themselves at her unsuccessfully.

Shuri was unsure where your mother got the idea that she was such hot shit. She literally fucked her in that club and walked away like it was nothing. In fact she took a completely different woman home the same night.

While she could admit your mother was good, and very attractive. Shuri remembered how much she hated how the woman ran her mouth. She literally fucked her from the back and choked her to get her to shut the fuck up. She’d fucked her several times in an hour after she’d finally shut her mouth.

The woman was a functioning drunk that talked a little too much about shit no stranger should have been privy to. Many things she felt you should have been aware of but it wasn’t her place to speak on anything. Let alone try to mend fences especially considering you were just getting on good terms with her.

“You’re bragging about being fucked like a two dollar whore in a club bathroom?!” You laughed, not even able to be angry at her words.

Weird flex but ok….

“Did you not fuck that girl in a car in middle school?” Your mother reminded you, a smirk on her lips. “You were always to fast for your age and yet here you are trying to shame me? I am grown.”

“Well it takes a whore to know one. As you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You returned her smirk. You were far from a whore but if she thought that would hurt you, she was sadly mistaken.

“You fucked up a good thing with a good man and yet here you stand with no remorse. Talking about being fucked by the same person you cheated with. You’re literal garbage. Not even worth my time. Get out and don’t come back.” You relaxed in Shuri’s hold, not even willing to continue with whatever this was.

“Y—“

You cut her off by holding up a hand. “Leave!”

Riri forces her towards the door and slams the door, locking it. She didn’t like the fact you both were disrespecting each other but even less that she as the mother was egging the situation on rather than trying to stop it.

Her mother would never act like that. She would never talk to her mother like that either but she also knew everybody was different and circumstances were different for everyone. The whole situation made her feel the ick. She felt like your mother was weird for fucking with anyone her daughter’s age, just off how she’d feel if that were her mother.

Then add to it how she was acting and what she was saying. The mere thought of her and her mother in a similar situation made her feel sick. She didn’t know who to side with as far as she saw it in her mind you both were wrong. Your mother for talking to you crazy and even more so for hitting you in the face. There was never any need for a parent to hit a child in the face. She’d never get behind that.

You were wrong in her eyes for disrespecting your mother. It didn’t matter what your mother did in her relationship with your father, it was between them not you. She could understand your loyalty to your father but it had nothing to do with you beyond how he died. You had every right to be upset but disrespecting her was wrong.

You both clearly needed A LOT of therapy in her opinion but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that happening anytime soon, if at all. For it to get physical like it did made it clear that reconciliation was far out of reach.

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A few hours later You, Shuri and Riri are lounging on Shuri’s California King Bed. Shuri thought it was a good idea to smoke the bad day away. So you all were getting high and drinking. A bad combo, but one you needed.

“Why do you hate yo ma dukes so much? It’s gotta be more than just the cheating and the death of your pops.” Riri says, blowing smoke out as she stared at you.

“She’s not what she portrays herself to be. She’s homophobic, emotionally and verbally abusive. She belittles me any chance she got. My father was the buffer between us, she was always on her best behavior around him.” You roll your eyes as you take the blunt from Riri and take a long hit.

“You know today’s the first time she ever put her hands on me?” You laugh hysterically. “The scary bitch would have never if my dad was still here.”

“I’m sorry.” Shuri says, as she rubs your back. She took the blunt from you and took a hit, fighting the urge to ask the many questions she had on her mind. She hated when people tried to get deep with her so she’d be a hypocrite to do it to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make her hate me so much.” You teared up. You’d always thought it might have been the gay thing but when she fucked Shuri you knew it wasn’t that. “But I’m past the point of caring. I hate her just as much as she hates me so we’re even.”

“She could die tomorrow and I’d be like ‘She died? Hope that bitch is dead as hell!” You continued ranting, taking a huge swig of the Wakandan alcohol Shuri had.

Riri frowned but said nothing. She didn’t like that but if that was how you felt then that’s how you felt. She could see now that you had a lot of rage and resentment build inside of you towards your mother. If you couldn’t forgive your mother, how could you ever forgive her?

“Shuri, I wanna fuck.” You whined, climbing on her lap and straddling her legs.

Riri looked at the two of you in jealousy. She hated how things had taken a turn for the worse. She really liked you and she felt sick at how she fucked up. She still couldn’t get the look on your face out of her head.

You leaned up to whisper in her ear. “I wanna fuck Riri too.” You giggled at the look on her face.

“Y/n, you sure ?” She asked.

“I don’t have to like the bitch to fuck her.” You shrugged, you didn’t like Riri. You were sticking to that, even if you didn’t entirely believe that.

You climbed off of Shuri’s lap and started to strip, watching the way Riri’s hooded eyes followed your movements.

“Everyone’s doing reckless and trifling shit and I believe in that saying ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’ so, why not fuck you both.” You said, nonchalantly.

You were attracted to them both, and you were in the mood for some reckless behavior.

“Of course you don’t have to.” You give them both the option but you knew they wouldn’t deny you. They fucked each other many times before, and you were sure while they both wanted to fuck you; this was more exhilarating.

“You need therapy.” Riri shook her head, looking away from you.

She wanted you badly but not this way. If it was purely about sex she would have taken you up on the offer. She honestly could have pressed you harder and had your legs opened back when you didn’t hate her. She actually liked you, and she knew deep down you were still angry and hurt at her actions.

Fucking you wouldn’t change anything and she refused to be involved in toxicity. While her previous actions were toxic, she knew she was wrong immediately after and sought out her old therapist to gain some help and to take accountability for her wrongdoing.

She could see that you were in a downward spiral of self destruction and despite how much Shuri may like you. She was enabling the bad behavior. You used sex as a way to gain affection and hide your pain, it was easy to see and she was not willing to contribute to it.

When she’d initially made the bet with Shuri on who would be the first to have you, she had no real intention of going through with it. She’d merely wanted Shuri to stop the drunken whoring she was prone to.

And like she figured. Shuri stopped fucking random women and focused solely on getting your attention. She may have flirted with other women to get under your skin but she hadn’t touched another woman since the day you’d met.

Going back to therapy unleashed a bunch of things she hadn’t fully thought about. Like what led to her immature and petty actions. Or why she tried her best to look out for Shuri and be her stress relief when things got too much and she got sick of other people. Or why she was willing to sacrifice any relationship with you if it meant Shuri being happy.

She was still dealing with unresolved guilt from when she had unwillingly unleashed that psycho fish man on Wakanda. The Queen’s death still weighed on her, despite her trying to bury the feelings and thoughts that sometimes plagued her.

Therapy showed that she purposely sabotaged her relationship with you because she didn’t feel she deserved you. She felt she owed it to Shuri to help you open up and heal so the two of you could be together, even if it killed her inside.

It also unearthed her loyalty to Shuri in a way that her therapist said worried her. Riri spent every waking minute of the day focused on how she could better your day or Shuri’s. Her projects and vigilante work suffered, though her therapist knew nothing of her secret identity.

She felt slightly burnt out but it still didn’t compare to the guilt she felt at what Shuri had lost due to her. Nothing would ever make them even but Riri had vowed to always try to make things better for Shuri no matter what.

“I didn’t ask for Dr Phil.” You level her with a glare. There was no way she was denying you after all the ass kissing she’d done.

“Look, you can accept that fact or not but the truth remains the same. You need help, and I just want to be your friend. I care about you Y/n. Whether you believe that or not.” Riri sighs, before heading out of Shuri’s room and closing the door.

“Do you think I need help?” You ask, climbing back on top of Shuri.

“Absolutely.” Shuri nods, placing a kiss on your neck. “And I’m just the person to give it to you.”

You squeal as she flips you over so she is hovering over you.

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❥ riri williams x fem!reader

summary: braiding her hair

🚨: short + overusage of the word braid, that's it!

ஐ it's no secret that Riri loves herself a good braid down! And as much as she gets cornrows & stitch braids, including the hairstyles we see in the little pics and stuff we get from the show, I refuse to believe she's tenderheaded.

ஐ riri'll be at your doorstep, in her casual wear, durag loosely hanging as she was only using it to hide the fading in her once neatly done parts, bookbag filled with overnight clothes & other supplies drawn over her shoulder, a tight smile on her face cause she knows you're about to get her right.

ஐ baby, loves being pampered!! She purposely doesn't take her hair down before coming over even when she knows you'll open the door with a lecture ready on how she should be letting her hair breathe before getting another hairstyle back to back because it'll end up with you standing over her, thighs & tummy in her face while her only contribution was to 'entertain' you by poking and grabbing at said places, scrolling through her phone when she realizes you weren't giving her a reaction and occasionally taking out a braid to speed up the process.

ஐ she'd 100% make you wait to set up the washing station(your sink) so she can set the water to the perfect temperature! No cold water at all but she doesn't want it scorching but it also needs to be mild-hot and apparently she's the only one who can get it just right so you let her take care of it.

ஐ nods in & out when you're scrubbing the shampoo into her scalp with your fingers. Tongue sliding over her chapped lips as she blinked slowly to keep herself up because It feels to much like a massage and you're sure if you didn't make her promise to rinse it all off when you were done she definitely would've signed off for the night, right there; bent over the sink.

ஐ has no problem sitting ontop a pillow on the floor, risking cheeks numbed to such an extreme that she would get up jelly legged, just so she gets to lay her head in your lap!! She's so sweet.

ஐ bites morelikenibbles you when you tap her forehead with the comb cause she didn't turn her head the right way... Only for you to pop her again.

"Damn-" Ri hisses, her hand flies up to her forehead, rubbing away at the spot, ever the drama queen.

"You really need to chill on that 'popping me with yo ugly ass comb' shit, ma."

"Did you not bite me first?" you asked before griping two strands of her coily hair, starting a new row.

She smacked her lips.

"Oh, ok."

ஐ winces when it doesn't even hurt because she likes having your attention... Huffs loudly when you don't react to her doing it after the fifth time because what if she was actually hurt?

ஐ accidentally left her phone on a table while you were washing her hair so now she has to entertain herself by messing with you until you got distracted from the braid so you had to start over, muttering something about her needing to "find somebody else to play with."

ஐ finds that "somebody else" in your thighs when she hooked her arms under them and shrugged them onto her shoulder like they were the straps of her bookbag or something and honestly once you felt your feet lift off the carpeted floor you had to pause to take it in...You didn't bother to say anything cause at least she was quiet and you were on the last braid.

ஐ you're getting down to the final steps which were to lather some mousse on each row down to the end and wrap them with the aforementioned durag that she brought over, only tying it tight enough that it would protect her hair and not prevent her from lifting it up because you knew riri would want to go look at it in the mirror before she goes to sleep.

ஐ she thanks you with her love; lots of wet kisses, sleepy waist rubs and slurred promises to make it up to you tomorrow as she drifted to sleep and you accepted them because she also thanks you by doing helping you with the assignments you haven't looked at since they were handed to you.

A/n: I think about riri so much that I daydreamed about doing her hair...she's completely infiltrated my mind, sns

[jordisblogg]

ur best friend pt.2

shuri.u x reader / riri.w x reader

warnings: romanticizing cheating, angst

a/n: i think i have a thing for having shuri call the reader 'pretty girl'

you straightened up the straps of your bra as shuri slid her basketball shorts back up to her waist. your hair was a mess, your legs ached, there was a strong aroma of sex in the room, and you needed to quickly get dressed before riri came back.

“as much as i would love for you to stay here with me, baby, riri’s gonna be here in like half an hour. and i still need to do something with my fucked out head.” you sigh, directing to the nest of curls that sat atop your head. shuri chuckled and leaned over to give you a quick, sweet kiss.

“i still think you look beautiful.” she spoke against your lips before trailing down to your neck and you were so close to melting into her again, and falling back into the bed with her, but you stayed strong.

“i can’t, shuri.. riri she.. she’ll be here..” you let out breathlessly, shuri at first wasn’t going to take you seriously, but she knew how bad it would be if she came in and saw both of you half naked on your bed.

“i know, i’m sorry pretty girl, i couldn’t help myself.” she gave you that smile that you loved so much, that had girls dropping to their knees and swooning over her, and you were getting a firsthand experience of that.

you looked over at your alexa, noticing what time it was, you quickly rushed shuri to the door, emphasizing that you don’t want her to get caught.

“okay, okay, usana, just promise you’ll call me later.” she leaned against the doorframe, placing her hand on your waist, rubbing her thumb slightly, and you couldn’t help but give an amused sigh.

“yes, my love, i promise i’ll call you.” you leaned up and gave her a couple pecks on the lips.

after a couple attempts you finally managed to get shuri to go to her dorm. you had just enough time to fix your clothes, spray the room with a nice scent, and tie your scarf on your head to cover up the fact your hair was a hot mess.

you heard a couple knocks on the door, and you knew it was riri, so you shouted that it was unlocked. you waited for her to walk in as you pretended to just get out of the bathroom.

“hey, babe!” you greeted the shorter girl, walking up to her to give her an embrace, and she happily reciprocated.

“haven’t been over here in a minute, whatchu’ been doing, mama?”

“um— nothing, really, just been to myself, lately.” you tried to come up with a lie. you know you’ve recently would reject riri’s requests to hang out in your dorm.

“yea, i get that!” she plopped onto your bed, taking a whiff of your spray that surrounded the room.

“smells good in here, you’ve been cleaning or something?”

“yeah, you know me, like my room smelling fresh!” you gave a cheeky smile.

you and riri didn’t really do much for the rest of the afternoon, mainly just watching movies, you rarely talked, which was strange, normally you had so much to tell her. and she was waiting for you to tell her about your job or rant about your teachers, but nothing came, it was.. awkward. she never felt awkward with you, something was wrong.

“y/n.. are you mad at me?” she looked over at you, snuggled up into her chest as you stared at the tv. you peered up at her, and gave her a confused look.

“no, why do you say that?”

“just asking.. you’ve barely said anything since i walked through the door..”

“oh no! i’m just tired, is all, don’t worry about it, babe.” you reassured her then returned your gaze back to the tv, but she continued to stare at you, clearly not satisfied with that answer, but she let it go, not wanting to push it further.

the rest of the times you would see riri, it would be exactly like that, silence and barely any bonding and it was about a 2 weeks after you and shuri instance of practically making out in the restaurant bathroom. you and shuri had been talking on the phone constantly, only because you've been constantly telling riri that you wanted to stay in your own dorm for the night. she didn't seem to mind, but she was a little hurt, but she made sure you didn't see. but she had started to notice that you had shuri were spending quite a lot of time together, and when all you would hang out, you would mainly talk to her, acting as if her and mj weren't right there, and shuri enjoyed it.

she even insisted on walking you to class whenever riri was running late or couldn't do it that day. riri couldn't help but feel a little jealous that her girlfriend and her best friend were hanging out more than they should. she felt like you were distancing from her, and she didn't like it. she wanted to ask you about it, but she didn't want to seem insecure, but she also didn't want this to actually turn out to be something that it shouldn't have and she hadn't addressed it sooner.

she couldn’t take this mysteriousness and decided to search your things, she needed to ease her stress, and tried to stop hoping of the worst. she had came over to your room one night, you both hung out for a little bit before you told her you needed to shower, feeling uneasy by the uncomfortable silence, she nodded and waited for you to close the bathroom door. once she heard the shower start she reached over to your nightstand, snatching your phone off the charger and typing in your passcode, luckily you hadn’t changed it from your birthday so she was able to get in.

she went to the instagram dm’s first, found nothing, so far so good. she searched whatsapp, nothing, she even checked tiktok (better safe than sorry) and found nothing. she then drifted to the message app, she took a deep breathe before she opened it. she quickly noticed that shuri was the first contact at the top of your list, matter of fact, she was pinned. but riri wasn’t. her heart started to beat out of her chest.

she clicked on shuri’s name and she soon felt sick.

shuri baby🩶

hey, pretty girl, just checking on you, let me know when riri leaves

hi lovey!!! don’t worry she’ll probably be out soon, i know she said she had a paper to finish so it won’t be long, i’ll let you know when you can come over🤍

“what the fuck..” riri whispered to herself. this had to be some kind of sick joke? this wasn’t what she wanted to find. due to her curiosity, she continued to scroll upwards, seeing more messages between you two, some lude, some romantic. but either way, all of it made her feel betrayed, she even went to your call histories, and it would be the exact time you would text riri, telling her you were going to bed. she searched your photos, immediately greeted with pics of you and shuri, chilling in your bedroom, or snaps of you both holding hands.

she couldn’t even begin to describe how she felt. disowned? stupid? she felt like she wanted to throw up and her eyes began to water. she tried to calm herself quietly, you had shut your water off and were most likely more able to hear any outside noise.

she couldn’t handle this. how could she have been so stupid? she should’ve seen this coming after how distant you’ve been with her. but when did this even start?

she scrolled all the way up, until she found a particular message.

you looked good in that dress, pretty girl

she noticed it was the same date as the day you all went out to dinner, did something happen then that started all of this?

suddenly she heard the door open and she quickly put your phone back on the charger and placing it back where it was.

“did anything happen yet?” you turned to the tv, asking about the movie you both were watching.

“uh.. n-no, nothing yet..” you turned around and saw the way your girlfriend was looking. you frowned.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing.. i’m cool! i’m— uh.. i’m just gonna go to my room, getting kinda tired so i figured i should go ahead and finish my paper..” she faked a yawn. you looked at her questioningly, but shrugged in response.

“if you say so. well.. good night baby, i’ll see you tomorrow.” you bent down to place a kiss on her cheek, but riri knew there was no meaning behind it, there was no meaning behind anything you’ve said to her for the past week. and for the first time, she felt dirty after you kissed her, but she faked a smile for you.

she grabbed her phone and walked out of your dorm, not even bothering to say goodbye back to you.

the next few days she was losing it more and more. she needed to discuss this, how long were you going to keep this a secret? how long were you going to pretend like you still loved her?

she felt betrayed, by not only you, but shuri too, who was supposedly her best friend. she was going behind her back to be with you, knowing you both were dating, and had been dating for a while!

if you weren't going to address it, then she was, but how was she going to?

so now here she was, walking side by side with you, sweating bullets, battling with herself on asking you about your recent behavior. you weren't paying attention to her though, to busy looking down at your phone (texting shuri). you've had to admit, for you and her to be talking for a good few days she sure was being very affectionate, not that you minded. just this morning you saw that she had left roses for you in your dorm, which she most likely placed before she had left your room while you slept after you both had hung out the previous night, something riri had never done.

shuri wasn't only there materialistically, she was there emotionally, physically, her way with words was enough to make you fold. she made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and god, the way she calls you pretty girl in her mother tongue. she was literally heaven sent, and sexy as hell. though you can't say riri was all bad, she was sweet to you, but after a couple months you had realized.. she just wasn't for you. you didn't have the heart to break hers, so you stayed.

that wasn't an excuse, you knew that, you were only hurting her more by keeping this secret, but what were you supposed to tell her? 'sorry babe, but i've been cheating on you with your best friend for almost a week because she makes me wanna drop my drawls?'

"y/n!" you picked your head up from your screen and looked over to your girlfriend riri.

"yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" you put your phone in your purse and riri sighed as she swallowed her last bit of doubt before speaking,

"i wanted to talk to you about the last couple of days.." she started and your stomach dropped immediately, you started to feel queasy. does this have to happen now?

"what about it?" you cocked your head to side in fake confusion.

"i.. um- i noticed that you and shuri.. had started hanging out.. more than usual. and i'm not tryna sound insecure or nothin' but.." she tried to reel you in, hoping you'd just tell on yourself, she didn't want to 'accuse' you then have you yelling at her, making a scene. you sucked in the hair through your nose as you waited for her to ask that question you've been dreading all week. "do you like.. like her more than me or something?"

hell yeah

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"come on , y/n, i'm not a fucking dumbass. i know how you both be looking at each other.. i just wanna know.." riri was starting to get agitated at your attempts of acting stupid. she wasn't in the mood for games, she just wanted to know if she was getting played, or if she has been since you both got together.

"riri, i-"

"hey riri, hey y/n!" just the person she did not want to see for the first time in ever, shuri. what made it worse was how good she looked and you couldn't help but stare. she had called you both from down the walkway of one of the student housing buildings, hoping to see how her friends were doing, but once she finally reached the two of you and saw the look on riri's face, that thought quickly diminished.

"oh, is this a bad time?"

"no/yes!" you and riri blurted out simultaneously and all shuri gave back was a blank stare, not knowing whether to go or to stay.

"i think shuri should be in on this too." riri said, eyeing shuri deviously.

"ri, come on, don't put shuri in this, this is just between you and me, okay?" you pleaded, not wanting to get the princess in trouble, you knew how close of friends she and riri were, though you knew better, they weren't going to be friends after this regardless if she was in the conversation or not.

"nah, fuck that, i've been noticing how you two been getting friendly on each other and shit since that day we went to dinner," you and shuri shared a look, "what, yall think i didn't notice? i've been seeing it all.. i've noticed how you barely want to spend time with me anymore, you don't even want me at your dorm! when we all hang out, yall two acting like me and mj ain't even there!" riri animatedly listed all the signs. you couldn't have felt worse at the moment. you both knew this was going to catch up at some point.

"don't treat me like i don't know what's been going on, like i don't know yall haven't been fucking seeing each other behind my back."

"riri.." shuri attempted to reason with the engineer, but riri wasn't having it.

"no! shuri, you were supposed to be my best friend, you're supposed to have my back. but yet- you go behind my back and fuck my girl, after everything me and you went through?!"

"and y/n, i never did anything to you for me to deserve this shit!" riri gave herself a minute to calm down before she prepared to speak again, "i went through your phone.." she admitted. your eyes widened, and shuri only looked at her.

"..saw the texts.. between you two. why.. why didn't you just tell me i wasn't enough for you?" riri's voice began to break as tears began to fill her eyes, and your heart only broke more.

"riri.. i'm so sorry" what else more could you say? that you didn't mean it? that you regret it? you didn't want to lie anymore.

"we should've known from the beginning that we should've told you to keep this from happening. we- i should've known better, and i'm sorry, i truly am sorry. but i can't say that i regret what happened between us, there was something about y/n that i craved, that i knew i had to have her. though, this was the wrong way to do it." shuri finally spoke up.

riri nodded in agreement, suspiciously too fast, "i get it."

"ri- come on.." you tried once more, but she didn't respond to you, only stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking off.

you sighed and dropped your head in defeat, this was not the way you wanted that to play out. you then suddenly felt a hand underneath your chin, and bring your face up.

"come on, i'll talk you out, wherever you want to go, if it'll make you feel better." you couldn't help the smile that spread across you face, shuri just had that affect on you. you knew she was better for you, but you felt horrible what it did to riri, she's most likely never going to talk to you again, and you couldn't blame her, but you couldn't worry about that at the moment.

you took shuris hand and she led you to her car, preparing to spend the rest of the day cheering you up after the event that just occurred.