#riri tunes 𝄞

[insane-in-the-membranee]

List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs <3🎶

Your turn😋

Here 👆👆😓

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Y'all— watch THIS 🛐

when paris paloma said “all day every day therapist mother maid, nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant, 24/7 baby machine so he can live out his pickett fence dreams, it’s not an act of love if you make her, you make me do TOO MUCH LABOUR” it awoke a primal feminine rage in me

[fishfishiee]

Dangerous will be a great anthem for when it's 4:45 PM but you're still not done with work and you're deadset on going home on time.

[riris-dock]

WHEN HE,!,!!

[garoujo]

EEEEEEEE EMMIE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOURE WELL

the nagi thirsts are surely thirsting today yum yum😋😋😋

EEEE HEWO MY LOVE ^_^ !!! i missed u 2 aaaa i’m back now tho i’m smooching yew <3 i am doing goood .. i hope you’ve been taking care of urself also !!! YES .. i may or may not have 3 in my drafts rn that i’m working on also hehehe >.< i cant help myself !!! hes so soggy i want him !!!

[cheriladycl01]

I loved Lando x Actress reader. Can I have Lando x singer reader? Thank uuuuu 🫶🏻

Sing your heart out because he ripped your heart out! Lando Norris x Singer! Reader

Plot: You are a famous singer who was in a pretty toxic relationship and have been single and 'off the grid' for 2 years since your breakup. You come back online dropping a new album that gets people stirred from the tea but the tease at your new relationship.

"Today here on Off Camera with me Sam Jones we have Y/N Y/L/N here to talk about everything, from her new albums and songs, to her hiatus, to her sightings, to her relationships" he smiles looking over at you.

"Thank you for having me, it feels great being back and you know talking and meeting new people and I've always wanted to be on a podcast like this so I'm very excited!" you smile and get comfier into the nice seats you guys are in.

"So i think we've got to ask how are you feeling after your time away from the media?"

"So refreshed it was really healing to take myself away from everything. I think a lot of things were being said about me when I first deactivated everything. A lot of them being outright lies, and you know I didn't want to be aware of what people were saying... naturally" you starts and he nods for you to continue.

"But everyday I'd have my friends coming to me saying... have you seen what Taylor Swift has tweeted about you, have you seen what Beyonce and RiRi said. And I'd be like no and I don't even want to know. But when she showed me the love I was getting from all of these amazing people I've worked and collabed with over the years, movie stars who I've walked red carpets with and been in cameos of their movies, models who I've walked runways with all sticking up for me saying how they couldn't imagine anything said about my relationship to be true" you explain and he nods again.

"Yeah, it was actually really moving seeing all these people coming together for you in support! I think even after what certain people said about you the large majority had your back..." he admits to you.

"Yeah, I mean i have some great friends in the industry that you know would message me and always check up on me, so its nice to know that I have people in my corner, after everything that happened!"

"Yeah of course, and I think your new album really shows your raw emotions and I think a lot of people have easily related. So lets go through the album, we have Vicious, which talks about obviously Y/E/B and the emotional scars he's left on you. One of my personal faves is 'bet u wanna' where you talk about being mistreated in relationship and calling it off only for them to want you back. Nonsense which obviously has made your fans go stir crazy- wondering whose got you feeling this way. Bad for Business which obviously has a similar tune to Nonsense in whoever you are talking about, and may i just say people will listen to the happy songs because they are incredible! But talk us through the creative process and how your time away released all of these on the album and more!"

"I think, when you go through something like i did. Where you don't necessarily see and end you have these raw emotions that just tend to write themselves on the paper. I had many nights where I'd be sat in the studio hair pulled back, a massive slice of Pizza on my left and a bottle of water on the other and it would honestly just write itself. There were some nights where I'd just cry and sit there. I think things really sped up when I met my current partner" you blush, thinking how much that silly vroom vroom man had helped you.

"Who is he, and how did he help, how did you both meet if you can tell us!" he asks leaning back a little.

"Well, I'm currently dating F1 driver Lando Norris which when this podcast airs and sure will be a shock to everyone. We met when I was in a really weird patch. I think it had been about 8 months I want to say of being single and dealing through my grief and not really knowing what to do with myself. My ex of 5 years was now dating and having a child with the girl he cheated on me with, and honestly I was a mess. My dad decided to take me to a race, it was the one in Austin, we had paddock passes and that's where I met him" you grin thinking back to the day.

*Flashback*

You were at the Circuit of the Americas for race weekend, you were tucked behind your dad who had found some mechanics he was animatedly talking too. Your dad always had a real love for cars, and when you'd made it as a musician you brought him and your mother a larger house with a big garage for a car collection you'd help him grow.

"Damn you've got loads man. How's your girl affording all of this?" the mechanic asks not having seen you as you were wearing both sunglasses and a Ferrari cap.

"I have a ... lucrative job" you croak out a little, if you were being honest with yourself this was probably the first interaction you'd had with a stranger in months, even just any human at that as your contact had been very limited over the past 8 months even to friends and family.

"Ahhh, so what's your fav car in the collection Mr Y/L/N?" the mechanic asks, and some nods from his pals also tells you guys that their interested.

"Oo that's hard it's got to be a toss up between my Mclaren 650S, the Ferrari F8 Spider, or my Rolls Royce Ghost" your father admits trying to think to his collection.

"Not the Porsche?" knowing you'd got that for him for his 50th.

"Mmmmm I forgot about the Porsche" he admits with a chuckle. The mechanics just all looked very shocked at the sheer amount of cars your dad has in his collection.

"Give me a second, I want to see if I can get you guys a garage pass upgrade. I bet you'll want to check out the car's yeah?" he asks making your dad nod very quickly.

You pull your glasses off to give them a wipe as the heat was making them fog up a little and the mechanic gasps, you cock your head realizing he's recognized you.

He scurries of, running back to the Aston Martin garage, he tells all of his friends but says to keep it quiet as he could tell you'd been going through it. Aston Martin didn't have any passes left, so he went to the other garages begging to give you a pass.

"Who did you say was here?" Lando had asked from beside his team mate Daniel Ricciardo.

"Y/N Y/L/N but don't make it public knowledge she's clearly just here to watch the race with her car enthusiast dad. Who did you know owns over 10 super cars that Y/N has brought for him, he was telling me all about his Ferrari" the mechanic starts to ramble before Lando gets him to stop.

"Take me to her, and I'll give her the pass" Lando had offered, wanting to meet you, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that he liked both you and Taylor Swift and had even DJed some of your 'nightcore' remixes.

"Okay! Okay come with me" the young mechanic said, darting of making Lando run after him asking him to slow down a little.

"Hello, this is a Mclaren Driver he's ..." the mechanic starts before you offer him a small small.

"I know who he is Dean, thank you for introducing us" you smile, and he grins at you. You and your father get handed the passes and your walking back to Mclaren at Lando's side.

He was attractive and most certainly your type. He had that goofiness about him that had you laughing for what felt like the first time in 3 years. Yet a seriousness and passion for his sport when talking to you and your dad about the car he was more than happy to show off to you.

"So you'll only be cheering for me right?" Lando flirts as your dad introduced himself to Daniel Ricciardo and Zac Brown.

"I think that depends Mr Norris, are you going to give me a cheer worthy race?" you question looking up him. His face lights up and a big grin comes onto his face.

"Always, you'll see the Papaya on a podium today I'm sure of it!" he offers and you smirk.

"You get that podium and I'll take you out afterwards"

"On like a date?" he asks a little cautious with his tone.

"Yes a date" you nod and his face lights up.

"Yeah alright, your on" he smirks, he turns away to get ready for his race, but turns back placing a cheeky kiss on your cheek making it your turn to blush.

True to his word, Lando came second on Sunday. You took him out on your guy's first date and the rest is history.

*Back to the podcast*

"Wow, that really is such a beautiful story. And from how you talk about him we can tell that you are really happy" he smiles genuinely.

"I don't think I've ever felt so secure with a person. I think it's safe to say I've found my person. I went through a lot with Y/E/B and Lando has helped me overcome a lot of the trauma from that relationship, and I cannot thank him enough for how patient, caring and loving he has been for the past year" you smile, before turning your gaze to the side to look at a teary Lando who had come to the podcast with you, you were scared and didn't want to go alone.

"Well I think it's safe to say we are all so happy you are back, thriving making music and doing what you do best!" he smiles.

After that your asked a few more questions which you happily talk through and answer, before it's wrapped up and time to leave.

"How was that baby?" he asks knowing this was your first media thing to help ease you back into that 'lime-light' life.

"It felt good to just vent, and talk about everything" you smiled at him. It was truly healing for your soul.

"I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you for today!" he grins at you, pulling you in for a kiss. He holds you close, while another hand travels up to caress the side of your face.

"I love you most, which is why I need you to help me announce the 2023 tour... and my new album!" you grin, and he grins back.

"What are they called?" he mumbles into your neck that he'd found retirement in.

"The Grid!" you grin, Lando didn't know but you planned your next tour for 2023 around the 2023 races.

"Hmmm and what does that entail" he smirks.

"Well, I'll get to come to every race weekend with you this year, my tour is roughly going to follow the races. I'll venture out as well when you have breaks and stuff but I don't want to be away from you for too long, and I want to get back on the scene. I'm ready!" you admit and he smiles at you softly before lifting you up into a huge bear hug.

"Did i mention how much I love you?" he asks.

"Every day Lan, every day" you smile at him, pulling him in for another bruising kiss.

It was safe to say, that even though you'd been treated like shit in the past, Lando Norris was the love of your life. Your soulmate that held the other end of the invisible string that had kept tugging you both closer together.

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[luvnoirs]

paige bueckers x fem!reader hcs !

warning(s): none ! (sfw)

she's so attentive like you can obviously tell during her interviews so she loves listening to you what you have to say. it doesn't even have to be a serious or heavy conversation. you could be talking about the weather and she'd be so tuned in like she's in love fr

date nights are mostly chill and cozy vibes. like you'll have movie nights or go to the beach if it's nice out. sometimes you'll stay in an do karaoke cause paige swears up and down that she can sing like sza. but then again paige loves spending quality time with you so she considers everything you do together a date

she'll point to you and say "this is for you" before she shoots the ball (she makes it of course) and then smooch at you

has a playlist dedicated just for you on her public apple music account with songs that remind her of you. it's mostly rnb vibes and "love" by keysha cole is the first song on there

calls you "princess"

like i said before she's big on physical touch so she likes to give back hugs and shoulder kisses

also clingy as hell... if she's had a busy day with school and/or practice and hasn't seen you in a while, prepare to be suffocated by her the second she she's you

paige always thinks she's right so you two are always arguing (nothing too serious just dumb stuff mostly)

"you did not just say drake's best album is 'thank me later'..."

if the argument is serious and she's mad at you or vice versa, it literally never lasts more than five minutes because she hates not seeing you happy. she'll even admit she's wrong

she'll wrap her long arms around you as you face the opposite direction with your arms crossed and a frown on your face. she bends down to place a kiss on the side of your face before her head falls into the crook of your neck. "i'm sorry..."

damn near forces you to play fortnite with her and hypes you up every time you get a kill. she'll be so proud of you too with a stupid smile on her face as she watches you play

all her tiktok drafts are full of those cheesy ass slideshows about your relationship but she makes sure to post the 'what's up riri/what's up rocky' one publicly for everyone to see how cute yall are

she's definitely not one of those people who controls what their s/o wears so if you want to wear something revealing, she'll be all for it

very protective but not to the point where it's consuming or overwhelming. like if you're walking on the sidewalk she'll always make sure she's on the side closest to the street

when it comes to gifts she loves to do the most. like she already loves spoiling you so if it's christmas or valentines day she'll be stressing about making sure your gift is perfect. she's lowkey a romantic too so she'll get you the traditional red roses and scatter rose petals along the floor in your bedroom, and then gets red faced when you tease her about how 'corny' it is (you love it tho)

on the more sensitive side she lets her guard down around you. if she's upset about anything she'll vent to you or cry it out as you rub her back and wipe her tears

calls you her "wife" especially when referring to you while talking to other people like yall are so locked in

pls lemme know if you want more or send some requests thru my asks lmao

[anantaru]

what would your favs do in a modern au? and another really important question: who would they listen to?

cw. none, different tropes, gn! reader

a/n. nonnie I'm not sure what you meant with the 'who would they listen to' so i thought you may mean songs they like ??

heizou the private investigator, who has his own agency but prefers to work underground— he has a soft-spot for helping people in need and doesn‘t charge money for it. whilst, the local police knows of him and always hires him for quite dangerous, complicated investigations if they were to fail to do their own deep examinations on the mission at hand. heizou is vastly proud of his profession and his skills are one of a kind, for some he might appear to act relatively arrogant but it's not that at all if you dare to look at it closely, he's confident in his abilities if anything and treasures his own well-groomed skills the most. fun fact: currently, alongside the police, heizou was investigating the mafia whose members certainly are known to you.

heizou's favorite music of choice: french music (i'm biased okay leave me alone) for example demain by PLK or derniere danse by indila.

scaramouche the mafia hitman, who too— prefers to work underground to escape any awkward encounters with people. he exceedingly loathes conversations, they make his blood boil, peculiarly with his peers and would rather gauge his own eyes out than attend any special meetings. although as such, his work was in a class by itself, as perfect as someone can be, the higher ups know that he was not dispensable in any way and a real treasure within their ranks. in scaramouche's eyes, there was nothing he cannot do nor was anything off limits, if there was a mission to be accomplished, he will take the challenge without batting an eye.

scaramouche's favorite music of choice: mitski or melanie martinez (he doesn't admit it tho) &lt;3

alhaitham the library overseer at your university who never talks to anyone, kind of a weirdo, yet he cannot possibly do so anyways since most of the times he greatly engages in yet another spellbinding book. for him, it's the perfect job; listen— he never needs to work overtime, duh, he's always home by the same, exact time and although some students can be quite loud and jarring to be around with, the library was a place of pure silence, which he greatly relishes in. but be cautious, if you dare to even raise a single octave of your voice, he will shoot you a death glare and wow, what a terrifying and overly handsome sight at once, you already know that many students only go to the library to admire the hidden view.

alhaitham's favorite music of choice: the man not only uses his headphones for music, but to block out outside noises which works just wonderfully. he prefers slower tunes, ones that do not disturb his reading. for example, ludovico einaudi or johann sebastian bach.

yelan the infamous casino manager, who makes her peers shiver in both sharp fear and terror. if she wants you to win, you will, otherwise she'll do what she does best, manipulate the game to her own benefits to slowly enchant you with her intense charms you simply cannot get enough of, only for you to slowly, agonizingly slow, slant down into the pits of literal hell and large debts. the pretty, dazzling woman has a business to run after all, you cannot be mad at her for that. yet, she is also reasonable and makes sure she isn't tainting the precious, not to mention flawless image of her casino.

yelan's favorite music of choice: no tears left to cry by ariana grande and diamonds by queen riri

dottore the mafia doctor, who works alongside scaramouche and has stitched countless of his wounds in the past. although the two of them absolutely loathe each other, no one can deny the outstanding skills dottore would display on a daily basis. whether it's open wounds, deep, dark bruises or broken bones, there was nothing he cannot heal. notwithstanding the fact that his practices might seem unethical to the outside perspective— especially if you take his habits of experimenting on his patients into consideration, yet, as long as he sews and bastes together the injured, his boss simply does not care and aids him in whatever he might be in need of.

dottere's favorite music of choice: torture sounds /for legal reasons this is a joke, or classical tunes for example the four seasons by vivaldi while he conducts his experiments on some patients he has.

kazuha the lifestyle blogger who takes you with him on every new adventure taken. his youtube channel had blown up since and had become one of the top on the entire platform. his posting schedule is all over the place though, he can go without uploading a new video in months which his subscribers do not mind, kazuha was a free spirit who goes with his own personal vibe, if he was in the mood to film something from his exciting adventures he'll do just that. expect loads of selfies with different animals from all around the world on his other social media, (ignore the weed in his hand) beautiful locations and deep talks on livestreams late at night.

kazuha's favorite music of choice: everything by tame impala, he also likes listening to indie artists and support them on his channel.

venti the worldwide music star who sells out every tour he does. the man was envied by the ones who shared his profession while utterly loved by the countless amount of fans he has. his voice acts like a charm, it's sharply mesmerizing and soothing to the ears, in some ways does it appear as if he's wholly hypnotizing the audience with his tunes. another fact, he writes all his songs himself and gets praised from every direction possible, while if you take everything into consideration of his life, venti was still very much humble and loved interacting with his fans or do interviews so they can get to know him better.

venti's favorite music of choice: loads of kpop music, for example stray kids or txt, but he does have a soft spot for classical music whenever he composes his own.

kaveh the architect who gets booked by the biggest, most flashing celebrities on the planet. fun fact, he was the one who constructed venti's mansion, since the latter only wanted the best of the best— while, quite frankly, there isn't anyone better than kaveh himself who could've adapted to venti's wished and made his home all the more personal and extravagant. in spite of the fact that he gets paid loads of money for his work, the sweet, talented architect tends to find himself broke almost all the time in his life. thankfully he had made a special friend whilst going out in town to drink a couple of his favorite beverages, here's to note that he never thought he'd become friends with a certain librarian.

kaveh's favorite music of choice: he likes taylor swift, ariana grande and tends to listen to music that is older, yet quite underrated. kaveh claims that the tracks on certain albums that get the least attention, are the best in his eyes.

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[prncssie]

STRAWBERRY MERINGUE

caution! mdni 6k wrdz, hobie smokes weed, you’re drunk n contact high, you get it blown in your face, exhibitionism, kinda voyeurism, use of the word nigga, use of the word pussy and cunt, public sex, fingering f. receiving, oral m. receiving, sharing of cum, degradation barely ( use of the word bitch and slut once), choking but not really, brat taming if you squint, unprotected sex, pull out method, lmk if i missed anything! pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

hobie takes a long drawl of the blunt between his lips. his eyes are half lidded and his head is tilted back. in the dim lighting, you can barely tell his scleras are red but they are, pupils low and moving slow across the scenery.

he’s careful, knowing that you hate the smell. he doesn’t get it, though. you grumble every time he sparks up, claiming the smell reminds you of body odor, until you’re intoxicated yourself.

tonight, you’re indulging a bit, drunk off mixed liquors so you don’t mind. it’s the last thing you’re thinking about when he sits up and slots his mouth over yours. he blows the smoke into you, ending with a sloppy kiss.

you don’t smoke, or at least that’s what you claim. in a way, you don’t, never actually putting the paper to your lips. you just steal whatever hobie gives you because in your pretty, little head, it’s somehow better.

your body feels heavy. you’re so crossed, not thinking about how you’re tonguing hobie down in front of his friends. they’re not paying you much attention, either. this isn’t surprising, not with the explicit details hobie sometimes shares. it happens every party anyway. as long as you are both intoxicated, you’re unable to keep your hands off each other.

you mewl when he adjusts you in his lap, one hand on your back to draw you forward. your eyes flutter and your hands run over the navy blue mesh of his top. his tongue piercing is warm and bumping against the roof of your mouth.

you’re straddling his lap, standing out in the group of punks with your sparkly pink tank top and denim miniskirt. underneath you, hobie is your opposite in low waisted jeans, distressed and dark. his chains are layered and occasionally clink against each other when he moves.

you’re so in love with him and his little v line, peeking through the sliver of skin visible. you’re too greedy, grinding against his studded belt. the rhinestones don’t bump and graze your sensitive parts enough.

“mm mm,” he hums against your lips. “not here.” he kisses your cheek and creates just a bit of space between you in an attempt to keep you settled. his heart swells at the adorable disappointment in your eyes but he knows better than to comment on it. you like to villainize whatever you can to get your way and he doesn’t want to deal with you the way he usually does right here with everyone’s somewhat watchful eyes.

you sulk when he grins. he only tunes you out and takes another huff of the rolled blunt. “you jealous?” he chuckles at the expression riri, one of his bandmates, sports.

her face is contorted in disgust, being the unfortunate one to catch you two at the wrong time. “no, you’re just gross. i’ve never seen a couple so all over each other than you.”

hobie merely raises his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “i told you she was coming. you knew what that meant.” he exhales the smoke in your face again, mockingly sneering at his friend when you welcome it.

you barely hear their conversation between the insatiable throbbing in your core and the need to get inside hobie’s skin. you cling on to him and rest your head in the crook of his neck. he rubs your side while you mindlessly litter dark purple hickies along his collar. his hands come up to graze your arm.

it’s his party, or rather, their party. in celebration, his band decided to have a small get together to celebrate the release of their mixtape. it was supposed to be small. now it’s turned into a house party with the amount of plus ones in attendance.

the music causes a buzz in your bloodstream. you’re delirious and horny out of your mind. somewhere down the line, you made the conscious decision to down a hefty amount of casamigos and now you’re dealing with the consequences. “ ‘bie,” you snivel. you take his hand and guide it in between your bodies until his fingers are over the growing and slightly damp spot over your panties. you pant when he applies pressure, swiping aimlessly back and forth.

the dull ache in your stomach is heightened because of his toying. your drunken mind has you trying to push down on him, only for him to remove his hand with a click of his tongue. “i told you not here. gonna have to wait, pretty girl.”

hobie can’t tell if he’s seeing things when your lips tremble. he squints, both trying to examine the details through the haze and deter you from throwing a tantrum. you’re already halfway there, assuming he doesn’t care about what you want. you’re just about to give him a piece of your mind when you’re interrupted, timed perfectly.

“hey hobes?”

both your heads turn, spotting another band member stood to the side.

karl looks untroubled as he crashes somewhere on the couch. he hums as he gets comfortable, eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous smile. “won’t believe what i gotta tell you.

“yeah?” hobie dangles one long arm off the back of the couch. he rests his head on his shoulder. the action both distracts and reminds you of your mission to decorate him in love bites.

you’re unaware of how karl turns, nodding his head in your direction. “some fucker wants to get to know your girl. saw us walking around and thought we were cool, thinks I can make something happen.”

you remain unaware still. the words don’t click in your head, no matter that hobie is speaking right here with you in his lap.

“oh?” he laughs a bit at the thought. it doesn’t bother him and happens more frequently than one would think. he’s gotten used to their gross antics but he doesn’t feel jealous. no, he’s pleased. pleased that someone else can recognize that he’s got the best girl. “hear that, princess? got a second boyfriend.” his eyes are downcast and on you.

you’re too dazed and busy to listen, covering every part of his skin until there is no space left. “don’t care,” you murmur. you’re not sure what you’re uncaring towards but it doesn’t matter. not when there are more important tasks to deal with.

hobie pulls you up by the neckline. he’s not shocked when you’re already glaring at him, convinced that, at this point, he’s torturing you. “you should. it’s rude to not speak to someone, you know.”

you feel so incredibly petulant beyond words. you blow a short breath through your nose. it takes you a second to find it, find your tone and patience. unfortunately, you can’t. “huh?” you snap.

fortunately, hobie doesn’t care. “you got a valentine or whatever the fuck. should go to talk to him.”

you know it’s not really a request.

it’s a game you both play, showing off your relationship to anyone who’ll see. as much as you hate being ripped away from him at times like this, you enjoy the game, too. it usually ends all hot and heavy, just how you like it.

before you’re standing he holds up a finger to karl, motioning the man to wait. hobie brings the blunt to his lip and immediately shotguns it into yours. he’s nasty about it, a hand groping your ass and rolling your hips down into his.

“jesus christ,” karl mutters. his face is scrunched up and even if the dark lighting, you can tell his cheeks are firetruck red.

yeah, showing off your relationship to anyone who’ll see.

you grin, patting karl’s shoulder as you stand. admittedly, you stumble a bit. your balance is all fucked up and you probably aren’t making the best decisions. “this will be you one day, bud.”

karl takes your hand in his. he can already tell you won’t be able to make it across the room without aid. you probably haven’t stood up since you sat down, too busy damn near dry humping hobie. “gee, i can only hope.”

hobie sighs, a deep rumble spreads in his chest. “not a scratch, karl.” he takes his eyes over you from head to toe, as slow as he can afford. they starting at your heels, up to the buns on either side of your head.

“we’re gonna go pimp her out, not to war.” the other rolls his eyes, trading his hand in yours to your elbow, both for more support and because he doesn’t know where you put it.

you both begin your trek around the quite spacious living room. you don’t know where you’re going and occasionally, you’re tripping over yourself. it’s not all that bad. most of the fault is because you decided to wear heels and even though they were thick and blocky, it didn’t do much in your current state.

your ankle wobbles and karl has to yank you upright. he doesn’t know how you haven’t injured yourself by now. maybe you are going to war, but with yourself. “what the hell? how much did you drink?”

you giggle with a shake of your head. “didn’t count. it’s fine! ‘m not blacked, just tipsy, maybe. oh and a little high.” you’re really not that far under the influence, you think. most of the influence is pure lust and when it’s subtracted from the occasion, you’re all bubbly.

karl looks over your shoulder. his attention is behind you and you see him wave someone over. “yeah well, try not to bust your ass. i’m calling that guy over now. his name is fuckin’ max or something like that.”

you completely forgot that’s what you came over for. it’s only been a few steps but between your bumbling and laughter, it slipped your mind. “oh. are you gonna stick around?”

“hell no,” karl sucks in his breath. his face twists and he points in pinky at hobie. “i don’t wanna be here when he gets up. you two are bad enough when you’re calm.”

sure enough, he’s still watching with a clear view from the couch in the corner. he lifts his fingers and wiggles them in a wave. you lick your lips at the sight of his hands. your pussy throbs at the thought of them pushing deep inside you.

“yeah, i’m out.” karl waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention. “i’ll be around if you need me. just call, i’ll hear you.” he doesn’t want to experience what you freaks are about to get into but he also doesn’t want to leave you here, faded with a man you don’t know.

he waits until the trade off happens and you’re left semi alone. you’re not exactly shy but nothing comes to mind. you’re uninterested, having already committing yourself to another. “max?”

“mark,” he says. he doesn’t look like anything interesting. sagging his jeans and wearing an ill fitting shirt. definitely not your type. if you lost him in a crowd, he’d disappear. his first mistake would be losing you in the first place.

however, if you want to be tossed onto the nearest surface, you have to push through it. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry!” you flash a smile. you rock back on your feet, only to trip over yourself. without karl holding you up, you find yourself grasping for balance. an honest giggle leaves your lips at your clumsiness but it’s mistaken for delight.

mark’s hands grab at your waist and your first thought is how they don’t compare. they’re much smaller and he definitely isn’t handling you with care. you have to remind yourself not to frown when you’re jostled back onto your feet. “havin’ a lot of fun tonight? your nigga didn’t stop you?”

you can’t stop looking at his hand still holding on to you. if you weren’t turned off by his appearance, you are now with his lack of awareness. you make an excuse to bump his hand off when you “adjust” the top of your shirt. “who, karl? karl and i are not . . . definitely not.”

in mark’s head, this means you don’t have one. even if you did, there’s much doubt he’d care. “so what? you don’t have one then. you want one?”

“um . . .” you flick your eyes over to hobie. you know he’s still watching and knows it’s a universal sign that you can’t take anymore of this. “i do have one. just not him so . . .” you gather your hands together and curl them into each other.

“you can’t have friends? we don’t gotta do nothin’, just chill.” he speaks with his hands. they’re waving all in the air and smacking against each other. typically it wouldn’t annoy you but you really just don’t like this guy. “i mean, you don’t gotta tell him. he ain’t gonna go shit, anyway.”

you scoff to yourself. before you have a chance to defend your lanky little stick bug, a familiar presence subtly appears at your side.

you turn to him before he’s even looking at you.

his hand is on your cheek, gingerly. hobie isn’t glaring, nor is he smug but there’s something about him. as if he knows something mark doesn’t. and he does. he knows mark doesn’t stand a chance, knows he’s going to be upset someone like hobie has you wrapped around his finger. he knows he’s not going like the way he dresses and talks. he’s going to go off to his friends and call hobie a bitch and whatever other caveman words he can think of.

that’s exactly why he doesn’t stand a chance.

“made a new friend?” hobie finally looks at you. his gaze softens immediately and he moves forward to kiss your lips.

“something like that.” you sigh sweetly. even with your shoes, you don’t compare to his height. you have to pull yourself up. your aim is to deepen the kiss, biting his bottom lip when he doesn’t oblige.

hobie only pats your butt and you pout. “thanks for comin’, man. we really appreciate it.” he doesn’t offer any sign of respect. it won’t be returned. call him mean, say he’s stereotyping, but he has enough experience to know when someone will appreciate his presence and when someone won’t.

mark grimaces. he gives hobie a once over, obviously not happy with what he’s seeing. “this is your thing? shit. if i knew that, i wouldn’t have came.”

you feel something vile bubbling up in your throat. your stomach churns at his words. how dare he? he looks like every other person in the room, in this place that hobie pays for, and insults him like he’s worth something.

“well, it’s a good thing i told you then, huh? leave if you want to. have a good night.” hobie speaks before you do. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and slots his hand over your mouth. knowing your temper, he doesn’t need you making anything worse.

you both watch him stalk off in two different moods. hobie is just as calm as ever. he lets his aggression roll of his back like nothing. meanwhile, you’re grumbling about what a terrible person he is, how you don’t like him and anything you stands for.

“dumb bitch. that’s why you’re weird and bitchless.” you’re more upset he ruined the way things are supposed to go. hobie is supposed to take you in his arms and fluster both you and the third person. instead, you end up grumpy.

hobie chuckles. he massages your shoulder, adoringly watching you go on and on about how he sucks. “yeah? what’d he say to you?”

the thought alone has you groaning and going on another spiel. “he asked if you let me ‘have friends’ and ‘i don’t have to tell you’.” you crinkle your nose. as if you’d ever cheat and lie about it, or lie about anything at all. there’s no secrets in between you two and if there is any ever hesitation, it comes out eventually when the other person is ready. you can’t imagine keeping anything from him with ill intent. “you should have clocked him in the jaw,” you pivot and face him. you’re extra careful not to do it too fast and wrap your arms around his thin waist.

“while you’re standing right here? not gonna do that.” he hooks his hands under your arms and lifts you onto his waist. “you get hurt and i’ll blow this whole place up.”

with your little skirt, half your ass is out. you squeal, a hand going down to maintain as much modesty as you can. hobie is no help. he doesn’t care. his freak ass wants someone to see. getting rid of one person doesn’t mean everyone else’s eyes are no longer wandering.

he takes you back over to your original resting spot without struggle despite your wiggling and complaining that he isn’t doing anything to help you. he plops back down back, smirking when you’re bouncing from the impact. your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“you’re done smoking?” you look around the group and don’t see a blunt in sight. it’s surprising from them, considering they always pass around multiple in rotation every night. you were only gone for a few minutes.

“i am. they’re not.” hobie pulls the strap of your top up. it’s fallen and despite the view of your tits he got, he didn’t particularly want everyone else to see them. not yet, at least.

he runs his hands along the tops of your thighs, straddling him. his thumb dips dangerously on the inner and dig into your bikini line when they run high.

you draw a breath, zeroing in on the action. “oh. why?” you can’t hear him when the need comes crashing back, just as strongly as it did before. you were under the impression this wouldn’t be happening and had no idea he planned on doing it here.

hobie likes you like this. he can never really describe it but you melt so easily. one touch, one graze of his fingertips and you’re all soft. it’s nice you can keep up with his libido but it’s even better when he can keep up with yours. “ ‘cause i don’t want to. why do you think?”

you don’t know what to think right now. not when his thumb grazes over your clit so slowly. it’s always you who’s so worked up while he’s so lax.

you rut against him, lip tucked under your teeth. you don’t know where to put your hands without making it obvious. he’s occupying the space in your lap and you wouldn’t dare clench the front of his shirt.

you settle for behind you, resting on your calves. in hindsight, it has the opposite effect but you’re all dizzy. you pant when he rolls the bud under his pads of his finger. you’re simultaneously regretting and rejoicing in the fact that you decided to wear a thong for the outfit. it’s thin and does nothing to dull the feeling.

a hand reaches into your peripheral. you can see the rolled smoke in between it’s fingers but you can’t be bothered to look over and see who it belongs to.

“thanks,” hobie acknowledges it. he leans into it to take his puff and tilts his head back. the remnants are released in the air rather than your face. the smell mixes with his cologne, musky and woodsy. you wouldn’t like it any other time but now. now, any part of him makes your pussy wet.

“thought you weren’t smoking,” you tilt your hips up and further into his hand.

he lets you, wanting you to become as unnerved as possible. “i wasn’t, then. i am, now.” his attention flicks down to your crotch. hobie wishes the lighting is a little better. he can’t see anything like this. sure, he can see his actions but he can’t see the effect it has on you. he can feel the damp spot when his fingers drift too far down and push into you as far as your underwear will allow.

you squirm, tempted to tug it to the side yourself. you can’t breathe under the pressure of need. how much longer is he going to delay this?

“stop movin’,” he squeezes your hip. “i let you act like act like a bitch in heat for a second but now you’re gettin’ greedy.” he doesn’t usually speak to you like this but when he does, it has you gushing. you keen while your head hangs low.

you clench your hands into fists and screw your eyes shut. “sorry.” you say while giving him your best attempt to sit still.

“and look at me. i’m playing with your cute little pussy. the least you can do is look at me.”

you shake your head in refusal but make eye contact with him, anyway. you’re shy, not because he’s toying with you, but because he’s toying with you in front of his friends, in front of everyone here.

“there you go,” he quietly praises you just under his breath, “there she is.” hobie nudges his way against you, nose poking at your neck. “it’s too bad i can’t suck on it till you’re creaming.”

you jump, your shoulder meeting your ear. it’s unintentional, following the way his breath tickles your skin. “don’t say that,” your voice is all watery.

he pulls the your baby blue panties to the side and sucks his teeth. his eyes are rolling at your words. “don’t say that? i have my fingers deep inside you and you’re telling me not to say that?”

“you don’t – ”

your body falls forward when it happens, when hobie plunges in his fingers without warning. your mouth drops open, knees digging into his side when your legs attempt to close. “ohh,” it leaves your mouth long and drawn out. the sudden stretch of his pointer and middle finger makes your body curl.

“someone just sold me these shrooms.”

you hear the crinkle of a bag somewhere nearby and the sound only gets louder. you can assume it’s being passed around but your blood is pumping in your ears. you breathe heavily, mindlessly sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

“i’d let you hold ‘em, hobes, but . . .”

his body shakes underneath you when he laughs lightly. his fingers don’t stop their incessant movements, stroking your walls. “all good. how much did you pay?”

you writhe when hobie digs into your spot, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit. you can feel a small stream of drool pooling out of your cheek. it’s more so with how chaotic you are, tongue and teeth relishing at his neck.

you feel a heavy arm stilling you against him despite your struggle.

“don’t mind her. she’s just being a baby ‘bout it.” he doesn’t apologize for his explicit acts. he apologizes for your distracting reactions, for your quiet moans. it unnerves you.

here you are, worked up and dripping in front of your boyfriend’s friends. they’re so casual about it and as much as you hate to remember, they’re not wrong to be. hobie gets off on this and by default, you do too.

“is she a baby or are you an absolute ass?”

“you’re gonna irritate me and i’m gonna take it out on her.” his lips is upturned and lazy. “so how much did you pay for it?”

you don’t care to listen to the rest of the conversation. you’re very obviously grinding downward to feel him deeper and it only results in you tightening around him with a gasp. you’re weakly tugging his face until he’s turned around.

he’s not exactly thrilled to be interrupted from his conversation but he takes pity and gives in. your lip connect, tongues immediately tangling with each other. your saliva mixes and he sucks on your tongue to satiate you. on occasion, your teeth bump and crash against each other but it doesn’t discourage you. you only lean into it.

his fingers increase their pace and he ignores the cramp in his wrists. he juts his fingers against the spot that has you digging your nails into him.

this is so surreal. you and your friends always like fun at the people who get off at your college parties. you’ve told hobie the stories in the past but he seemed disinterested. now, you’re those people at those parties and it doesn’t sound as bad.

“you cummin’?” he whispers to you and you alone. he prefers to this part to himself, only you two knowing without speculation.

your lifting your hips to escape the stimulation, mouth running dry from the way it hangs open. “mhm,” you squeal. the ball wound up tight in your core releasing, accompanying spurts of cream.

your chest heaving as you gulp out air. hobie pulls his fingers out with a low squelch only he can hear. a low whistle leaves his lips at the where his fingers glisten. you’re expecting him to press them to your tongue but your eyes widen when they continue to extend outwards. instead, they’re all in riri’s mouth.

they’re both eyeing you and you don’t know what to do. your attention darts between the both of them before focusing on the floor. your hands fiddle with your skirt. your face is burning, your whole body is.

“damn hobes,” she mumbles.

you can still feel their gaze on you, thick and heavy.

his hands are running from your back to your calves and back up again. the saliva is smearing over your skin. “i know. it’s better right from the source.” he slides your panties back in there spot and ignore how disappointed you look.

“ ‘bie,” you want to cry. you don’t want to beg in front of everyone but it’s as if he doesn’t care about you.

“stop your whinin’,” he fixes you with a pointed glare. hobie pushes you off his lap til you’re standing. “we’ll be back.” he doesn’t have to explain himself for everyone to understand what’s happening, not that he would anyway. he gets off the couch and takes your hand in his.

hobie takes you with him, guiding you to the bathroom. both your hands are clasped around his and you’re staring at him, wide eyed, rather than your surroundings.

he can feel you watching him. you’re doe eyed and it makes him harder than he already is. it’s as if he’s the only one that can fix it, and he truly is. hobie nearly tosses you into the bathroom. he slams the door behind him and flicks over the lock.

when he turns around, you’re kneeling and pawing at his jeans. you pout when you undo his zipper.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” hobie hooks his fingers under your chin and lifts it to his. “you don’t have to suck it if you don’t want to.”

“it’s not that,” you pull down his jeans . you wrap your fingers around the base and jerk your hand up and down his shaft. “you embarrassed me really bad.” you poke your cheek with your tongue. “can’t face your friends, now.”

hobie pinches your cheek. he mocks your expression before breaking out in a smile. “didn’t look embarrassed fucking yourself on my fingers. i’m not the one who licked your cum off ‘em.” he squeezes your face together until your lips are puckered.

he slaps his tip against your lips and smears the saliva-precum mix across your cheeks. you’re not moving fast enough, too busy telling him “problems” that he couldn’t care about. you don’t even mean them, just want something to irritate him with.

you shut your lips tightly and cross your arms over your chest. he’s only making you more likely to be difficult. you turn your cheek at him and stare at the rug. “not listening to me.”

hobie sighs and runs his hands over his face. he knows you’re delicate and are quick to throw a fit when you feel you have to. if he doesn’t get you under wraps, he’ll have to put in more effort in the long run. “what is it, baby? because the last time i checked, you’re the one who was about to scream my head off because i didn’t take out my dick right then and there.”

you purse your lips harder. “i wasn’t screaming. you’re being dramatic.”

“i’m being dramatic?” he cannot believe you right now. he squats down until you’re levelled with each other. his hand engulfs you by the throat. he doesn’t squeeze, just holds you close. “you’re mad at me because you came. most of it was your work, though. don’t piss me off.”

neither of you say anything for the passing moment. the only movement made is the small nod of your head.

he releases you following a quick peck on your lips. he stands and you’re back to your previous task, swallowing his cock. you hollow your cheeks, hands on his thighs.

hobie grips the sink behind you. he has to siphon his strength to prevent from breaking the counter. he tries, he really does to keep himself from fucking your throat.

he always does start off as gentle, restraining himself. he watches you, watches your spit dribble and froth. his hand strokes the back of your head. he’s all langley, long enough to do so with no problems.

you realize too late when he pushes your head down until you’re choking, eyes watering with your tears. they spill over your eyes when you close them and gasp for air when he lets go.

hobie brushes your tears away while you wheeze. “couldn’t help myself.” he does feel apologetic, although he would definitely do it again. he doesn’t, though. not until you’re ready, sniffling and aligning his cock with your mouth.

you relax as much as you can. after his big push, you down more than the last attempt. you’ve never been able to fit his whole dick in your mouth, considering the length. the rest of it is beneath your hands, being squeezed and rubbed.

he can’t help the way he bucks his hips forward. he does feel guilty when you choke but it’s overwhelmed by the vibrations of your temporary struggle. still, you persist. you suck and slurp despite your need for air. you’re a bit lightheaded and grateful when hobie takes a step back and pulls himself out.

he exhales, thumb pressing on his tip and holding his cock still to discourage himself from cumming. you can’t even fathom how you make him feel. he believes even if you kissed him long enough, he could cum untouched. “you’re so good to me,” he wets his lips, the other hand on the wall. “so good, too good.”

you drink in the praise with a satisfied smile. you wriggle your toes beneath you and decide to take advantage of his lack of attention. your fingers dip between your legs and underneath your underwear.

you lean forward just enough to fingerfuck yourself. it doesn’t feel as good as when he does it, purely because your hands are much smaller than his. “hobie,” you call out to him.

his actions to last longer are almost futile when he meets your big brown eyes. “slut,” he mutters and pulls you to your feet.

you don’t hide your smile when he turns you around by your hips and pushes you down over the counter. he flips your skirt up and yanks your panties down to your ankles.

you don’t give him a chance to tease, pushing your hips back the moment you feel his dick lined up with your slit. you grip the countertop until the tips of your fingers are white and devoid of the red tint.

hobie pushes down on your the small of your back. he trails his thumb over your tramp stamp. he looms over you, your back pressed against his chest. “you’re so pretty, honey. y’know that?” he squeezes your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he thinks you look a little better like this, with tear stains streaming down your face and leaving the trails in your powder. the eyeliner you spent so long to perfect is a bit smudged and the highlight in the corner of your hair is gone.

you whine and wiggle your hips. he’s not doing enough. he’s not doing anything but talking about you and that’s not what you want. “stop talking, please.” you feel miserable, shoes clicking against the floor when you shuffle your feet.

“don’t start complainin’, you hear me? i don’t wanna hear it.” he kisses the nape of your neck and rises.

you think nothing of it. you’re awfully confident until he’s grasping your hips and snapping into you. you nearly scream, reaching back and pressing against his stomach.

hobie shoves your hand off his body and holds it instead. “what did i just say?” he much rather you squeeze his hand, nails pressing into his skin. he guides it back to the counter and leaves them both there, his other hand fucking you back onto him.

he’s using you. you can hear the the sound of impact between your skin. you can feel it too, toes curling under the straps of your heels. you can’t keep yourself quiet, moaning into the back of your hand.

for once, hobie doesn’t reprimand you about it. you can already barely stand, forehead resting against the coolness of the composite.

your legs wobble and you’re depending completely on him to hold you up. he’s a little limited in his view, unable to see your breasts bouncing underneath you. he’s not able to see your face, either.

you make up for it in the way you moan. he can hear his name slipping in, muffled in your hand. the other, underneath his, curls and coils. there is no escaping him when you’re pressed against a hard surface and he’s pressed against you.

“ ‘obie,” you pant. you bend your knee and straighten it out as a way to express your pleasure. in the end, he holds it in the air. with both your hands free, you use the hold on the counter to push back against him.

“don’t worry. i got you.” he reaches under your lifted leg, rolling your sensitive nerves between his fingers.

your back arches and you throw your head over his shoulder. your arms tremble as the waves of your orgasm comes crashing against you.

you’re dizzy, falling forward because he fucks you through it. your mouth is open and drool pools over the side. you don’t care. your cunt throbs with over sensitivity and tears begin in your eyes again.

hobie uses your back dimples as leverage. your pleas ring around in his brain but it’s all foggy. he’s so close and it’ll plaguing his thoughts. “sorry, angel. i’m so sorry.” his hand falls beside your eyes. his pace quickens and he has to cover your mouth when you get too loud.

he suddenly pulls out, spewing his cum over your ass. hobie has to take a second behind you, not that you mind. you don’t feel like moving yourself even when your tits are all squished and uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before he takes some tissue to clean you up with soft touches. “you did so good.” he says, tossing the tissue away and getting another to wipe the slick on your thighs. “my perfect girl. you okay?”

“mhm.” you haven’t gotten up, eyes closed. your hit with an onslaught of sleepiness, your guess is from the waning influence of everything you’ve consumed tonight.

hobie pulls your underwear back up and fixes your skirt back into its place. he pulls your partially limp body up and gathers you in his arms. “are you fallin’ asleep?”

“mhm,” you hum again, coddling into his warmth.

he smiles, hooking his arms under your knees and lifting you into the air. he doesn’t have to ask to know you would love to be left alone to sleep so he takes it upon himself to carry you to his room to rest.

hobie really can’t wait until you wake up and he tells you all about how he fucked you to sleep.

[insane-in-the-membranee]

List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs <3🎶

Ooooo okie!

Chuttamalle— Shilpa Rao, Anirudh Ravichander

La Maritza— Sylvie Vartan

Maula Mere Maula— Roop Kumar Rathod

Somethin' Stupid— Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

Duvet— bôa

[luvsellie]

THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS SHURI UDAKU DOES

keeps an eye on you. whether it be physically or virtually, shuri always knows where you are. she keeps tabs on your whereabouts; this became a very important thing for her after the passing of her mother. she tries to not be overbearing, but she likes to know where you are in case something happens/emergencies. and, honestly, you don't really mind. you could even say that you like how protective she is—it makes you feel loved and looked after.

is physically verbal. now, i'm not sure this makes sense lmao BUT i think her body language is very readable, and that is what i mean by 'physically verbal.' like, if she wants something, it'll be pretty obvious; she'll either grow clingy or has a very specific expression on her face. going off of that, sometimes she'll look stare at you really fucking intensely. most of the time she doesn't mean to, it just happens (but i know y'all saw how she was staring at riri in wakanda forever!!). PLUS she enjoys the way you can't stand still when she gives you the look.

invites you as her plus one. no matter what it is, if shuri has to attend, chances are she's convinced you to go as well. in addition to liking your company, she's glad that she doesn't have to face whatever event she's going to alone. you keep her grounded and she likes that.

always has an arm around you. assuming that you're shorter than her (for the sake of this post shuri is 5'9 like her comic book counter part), shuri will take any chance that she gets to hold you against her. she's a big fan of the way your body feels pressed against hers. but she also loves when you take the initiative and, for example, back-hug her while she's working in the lab. honestly, she's just a big softy when it comes to physical contact, so you should definitely reciprocate her loving touches.

makes you gadgets. i like to think that one of her love languages is gift-giving, so with that being said, she would be more than happy to make you your own version of kimoyo jewelry and teach you how to properly use the beads. additionally, if you are involved in a more dangerous field of work, she'll see through that your weapons always function to the best of their abilities, with constant tuning and updates that follow.

shares her culture with you. this is probably one of her absolute favorite things. next to teaching you how to make wakandan food, she adores teaching you traditional dances—it's an excuse to have fun with you and let you see a deeper side of her. shuri cherishes the smaller moments where she has your absolute attention as she shows/teaches you something.

stretching after she's been idle for a long period of time. with the way she's constantly hunched over something in her lab, seeing her finally stand and stretch her stiff limbs is one of your favorite things. you love the sliver of toned abdomen that gets exposed and the hint of a hidden adam's apple that flashes in exposure as she rolls her neck.

geeking about science-y things. she is the absolute cutest when she gets all excited about her experiments and projects. sometimes she'll even let you help her and then she gets to guide your hands and do all that cliché couply shit in the lab. BUT the hugs she gives out of excitement are so nice. the minute she sees you after a successful trial her grin will grow probably ten times bigger (if that's even possible) and she'll hug you super tightly. you adore this side of her so so SO much.

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[jennsterjay]

Okay but can you imagine how cool Hobie thought Miles was before he even met him?

Gwen tells Hobie all about how Miles became Spider-Man, fought his universe's Doc Ock and Kingpin, and saved the multiverse all in less than a week?

Then when Hobie is trying to play the long game of infiltrating the Spider Society to get tech and intel, Miles' name is brought up again as """the original anomaly""" and it pisses Miguel off? Hobie is definitely raising his eyebrows

Do you think after his talks with Gwen he would lay down under the stars on his boat house and think about Miles? Wondering what kind of person he was? Or what he was doing in his universe?

Do you think he was smiling to himself like "If I ever meet that bloke, we'll be a riot together"

And then when he goes back into his boat house to sketch up drafts of the Project Bootleg watch for Riri and him to start working on, on the same page he doodles what he thinks Miles looks like?

And then fast forward and Hobie sees Miles at Alchemax in Earth-50101B struggling with the forcefield to get to The Spot, and Hobie knows this is his big chance. And who knows how to make a sick entrance other than Hobie Brown?

He bursts through the forcefield, introduces himself, jokes around with his mates and tries to make Miles laugh with his brand of humor, then he gives him a tip and helps Miles in Mumbattan to save the civilians

And then he watches as Miles does the most punk thing ever and instantly defies the society to save Inspector Singh and a kid, and then everyone is cheering for all four of them

Hobie is awestruck and he can't contain it so he hypes Miles up right then and there because 'Miles My Guy!!' you are the coolest one here

And Hobie doesn't know how whipped he is yet, but he can feel it in his bones: "This one right 'ere, I'll rock the multiverse with, till I just can't rock no more"

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[And later in time, Miles would pick up on his jam, listening to his tune called love. Then he'd join in on the chorus, as they do their own thing and rock and roll together, beyond the spider-verse]

[riris-dock]

trying to draw Skates vs ALL THE PIERS ON MY PINTEREST ALWAYS AND FOREVER CHAMPIERS #1 TRUE SHIP LETSGOOOOO

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt 2

Shuri x Fem Reader, Fem Reader x OC

I'm new to the tag list and tagging so bare with me if I left anyone out just let me know and I'll add it in.

Tags: @mixedfandxms @shurislover @sweetalittleselfish-honey @desswright29

Side note: I had an idea for a fic with Jada Kingdom Reader (looks) and Shuri, maybe ShuRiri. I'm Jamaican so you know seh big tunes ah guh run. 💥 reader could be an aspiring model trying to break into music and she meets Shuri or Shuriri at an event and they decide to produce her music wanting to do a fusion between Jamaican, African and American music. And a whole lotta smut and messy, toxic shit in between. 😮‍💨

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I be in the section dolo, baby, oh

You chose to go to the club on a Friday night, you'd been ducking Riri and Shuri for days. Expensive gifts were delivered daily, Beautiful flower arrangements, your favorite foods. Things you wanted but had no clue as to how they knew that.

Some girl you barely knew invited out out with her group of friends. You weren't very interested at first as you knew girls were catty and competitive by nature and you weren't interested in having to be on the defense all night. You'd done the trying to be a girl's girl before and it never worked out. Girls tended to be weird and you had no time nor energy for the bullshit.

Making acquaintances was the goal. You couldn't spend all your time in college doing nothing but doing work and keeping your head in the books. You wanted some fun, some irresponsibility. You were tired of being a 'good girl' someone that was a people pleaser. You had no people to please any longer. Your mother was a cheating whore and your father the star of your eyes was gone.

Your look + Outfit (with a more subtle eye look)

The club was lit. You noticed many POC students from campus. Which wasn't surprising as this club was marketed towards POC's on the low. Owned by a black couple, and ran with POC staff. It was a safe space for POC's to have fun without fear of harm.

"Y/n, I'm a little miffed. I invited you out and you out here making us all look bad." Gina says, her eyes narrowing at you playfully.

"Girl hush, she couldn't do normal if she tried. Even in casual wear with no makeup she looks hot." Nina giggles, greeting you with a hug.

"I'd kill for your looks and figure..." Gina pouts. You laugh at her. "No wonder your mom's a model. You need to follow in her footsteps, all that damn beauty."

"I'm good. Beauty and Brains is the goal. I'd rather be known for being pretty and a genius rather than pretty and an airhead hoe." You shrug and the girls look between each other in shock. "My mother isn't my favorite person so you'll never hear a compliment out of my mouth about her so it's better to not bring her up."

"Noted..." Gina muttered, clearing her throat. You could practically hear the silent judgment.

"Let's go get some drinks." Nina suggests, leading the way to the bar.

"I want a margarita." Gina calls to one of the bartenders. A pretty tall caramel skinned girl with highlighted curls and a bright smile.

Bartender

"Make that two." Nina agrees.

"I'll have whatever you think is best." You say, watching the girl eye you seductively.

"Coming right up, gorgeous." You bite your lip as she looks you over as she makes the drinks. The look she was giving you had you weak in the knees already.

"Oooh..." Gina giggles, bumping your shoulder. "She feeling you..."

"Here ya'll go." She places each drink down, before handing yours to you. "This one's new, I'm sure it tastes just as good as you look."

You fight the urge to break out in a cheesy smile. Her fingers grazing yours as you take the glass. You down the drink, eyes widening at the sweet yet potent taste that slid down your throat. You felt slightly hot as she smirked at you.

"Ok... I'll have what she's having!" Nina says, wide eyed. The bartender laughs but nods.

"Lord Ha'Mercy I'm too gay for this." Nina fans herself. You smile a genuine smile. Something you hadn't done in a very long time.

"What's your name ?" The bartender asks, as she passes Nina her drink and a hands you a refill.

"Why should I tell you?" You raise a brow, while nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Ok, Smiley it is." She licks her lip and you internally fan girl. "You have such a beautiful smile."

You're making me forget my past

"I'm Jess by the way." She adds.

"Ok, Jess by the way. Thanks for the drinks." You say, your tone playful. You grab a $20 and slide it towards her before heading to the dance floor. You wanted to let loose and have fun, and a small part of you wanted to show off for her.

You let your body sway to the beat, your head slightly tilted back as you gyrates your hips to the beat. As you danced your mind went to Shuri, the lyrics swirling in your head. Your eyes snapped open wanting to remove her from your mind.

You'd been trying to stop thinking about her. You couldn't help your attraction to her, she did something to you but you refused to go there. She was the cause of your family's downfall. She'd been with your mother. It was disgusting to even be thinking about her after that.

Your eyes locked with Jess and you put every effort into seducing her. Something that wasn't so hard since she seemed interested in you. You needed Shuri the fuck out of your head and Jess seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You were sure fucking with Riri would work two fold. Take your mind off Shuri and fuck her over at the same time. Yet you couldn't stand the fact that Riri was friends with the girl. She was bright and from what you'd heard she was by all accounts a morally good person.

The two being friends made no sense to you. How could you trust someone so messy and chaotic unless you had that in you as well? Maybe Riri was better at hiding her dirt and kept it on the low. Regardless you weren't interested in finding out.

As the song finished and you went to make your way back to the bar a familiar face stopped in front of you. She looked bothered, and you couldn't find a fuck to give.

"I see you've gotten my gifts." Riri eyes your body in the outfit she's sent you. You wore it hoping she'd see you in it because you wanted to prove a point to the duo one you knew would be relayed if the other wasn't present.

"And I see you weren't listening." You deadpan. "But if you'd like to send me stuff who am I to stop you? It's giving fan behavior, and I find that very amusing."

"Oh, so you got jokes?" Riri cracks up. She steps closer, her body almost touching yours. "You can continue acting like you don't want me but we both know you secretly like my attention. You like being chased and that's fine. Just know once you get caught, you'll have to beg for my attention."

"Your head being big clearly fits you, Williams." You say her name with malice.

"And that's not the only thing big." You can tell by her tone exactly what she's talking about but you choose not to acknowledge it.

"Well have a good rest of your night." You dismiss her before stepping around her and heading back towards the bar. You see that Nina and Gina are gone. You look around to see them with the other people they were supposed to meet up.

"So Riri's your thing?" Jess says, settling back in front of you.

"Thing?"

"Your type." She clarifies, her eyes sparkling. She had the prettiest eyes you'd seen.

"I think the only type you need to worry about is yourself." You flirt. She raises a brow.

"Word?"

"What do you say to heading home with me?" You get straight to the point, watching as she grins.

"Oh you go for what you want, huh?" She seems impressed. You simply stare at her. "We can head out right now."

She walks over to some guy and they talk for a bit before she gathers her things from under the bar and motions for you to follow her. She leads the way to her car, a black Camry with blue and black interior. Her rims are even blue and her windows tinted.

-

The next morning you're woken by Jess with her skillful tongue and you take pleasure in the fact that you're loud. She'd put you to work the whole night, and you'd returned the favor showing her exactly how much you appreciated her attention.

You sighed as you piled your straight hair into a messy bun and pulled on a oversized t-shirt and walked her to your dorm door. You yawned as you let her out and thanked her for coming over. You made a note to text her for another session as she was definitely a generous and thoughtful lover.

As you watched her leave and was about to close your door you watched in victory as Riri walked towards her dorm room. She'd left at some point in the early hours of the morning, slamming her door. You knew she was jealous and that thought sent chills of satisfaction throughout your body.

"Good morning, Williams." You said, smirking as she clenched her jaw. "Sorry about the noise. I'll try to be quieter next time."

And with that you closed the door with an enthusiastic kick. The message you'd sent very clear. Little did you know, you'd just started a war. One you wouldn't win.

-

Your day was starting to turn to shit as your RA left your dorm. Angry was an understatement. You knew someway somehow your current predicament was curtesy of Riri. You couldn't prove it but you knew it was her.

You'd been reported for having an off campus visitor spend the night. A violation that meant you lost your dorm. You were pissed. You'd already made your dorm home. Decorated it how you wanted and even saged it to clear any bad energy out. Clearly it hadn't worked.

You were being moved to another building where you'd have two roommates. The only upside being you had a room and there weren't many rules. You just hated the fact you had to share a space with people you barely knew in closer and smaller quarters.

It took you the whole day and the help of the sisters Nina and Gina. Once you'd moved into the new apartment, you noticed the apartment was huge. You looked around, steering clear of the other bedrooms not wanting to invade anyone's private spaces.

The apartment was styled nicely. By the door was a shoe rack with dope sneakers, expensive heels and slides. You could tell whoever your roommates were they came from money.

You were so exhausted you knocked out on the sofa watching some old show.

A loud sound and a cuss woke you up. As your eyes adjusted to the dark you could barely make out two figures.

"Hello?" You called out, you knew you locked the door so the two had to be your roommate. The light was switched on and you instantly jumped up, anger building in you.

"Are you fucking serious!?!?!?!" You bellow.

"Told you she'd be happy to see us." Riri wiggled her brows, bumping Shuri.

"Y...you..." You couldn't find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Chill ma, we just thought you'd like some company." Riri grins, heading for the kitchen.

"Stop antagonizing her, Ri." Shuri speaks up, her demeanor is different. You glare at the duo.

"Fuck you look so good when you're pissed." Riri chuckles, grabbing a water and taking a sip. "Adorable really."

Realizing there wasn't much you could do, you swallowed down all the things you wanted to say and headed for your room. You slammed it, locking it behind you.

They didn't know what they'd started but you were damn sure going to finish it. You started scheming.

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I got sumn!!! Y/n seduces and sleeps with riri and Shuri SEPARATELY and they figure it out while chatting in the lab and decide to teach her lesson ;) w/ smut obvi

our girl

tag : shuriri x reader warning :ropes? public hunching? coochie eating! fingering! Strapping! n more summary: yes porn, whats but u already knew tht wrd cnt :7.3k+

a/n okay so thxxxxxx for the req i had so much fun writing it! fr i luv u!!!!!!! title inspo -

oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"

riri walks in sync with ayo and aneka, the three of them in dire need of a fun night. they find themselves outside of a old ranned down club, the dim neon lights read ‘club usana’. 

“ yall really wanna go in here? it look like a hole in the wall” riri points to the walls of the club. 

“princess we wouldn't have you just anywhere, i promise its nice inside” ayo drags riri inside of the club aneka following behind. “we are going to dance, i know, i know you're not staying with us. don't make any stupid decisions! stay here and ring us if anything is wrong!” the couple scurries away. riri looks around the dark club, trying to find something or someone she knows. not finding a familiar face, she settles for the bar. riri steps up to the long bar leaning to the side, she rubs shoulders with you. riri looks you up and down, drinking your warm skin.

‘hm i knew this dress was the one’

 “oh my bad- i didn't mean too” riri apologies swiftly. with a small smile you reach out to caress her arm.

“don't worry you're all good, and what might your name be”

riri answers with a soft pretty giggle, “riri, what's your pretty”

“ y/n, but it can be yours”

“ooh i see your slick with it”

 chuckling “yeah i try to be, wanna drink then dance?” you nod over to the bartender tagging them down

“yeah, a lil drink can't hurt” 

“can we get a lil whiskey on the rocks?” you then press your kimoyo beads to the top of the counter, successfully paying for the drinks.

 “cheers!”

 “to what though” riri questions

“a fun safe night!” you two down the burning drink, getting up to walk to the dance floor. the two of you find yourselves in a nice two step to the loud beat. but slowly that changes as you reach for riri hands. with nonverbal permission, you place them on your shoulders. a steady grind is unfolded, as you drag your hands from above her waist to riri’s hips. swinging your hands around to feel on riri’s ass, with a gasp the girl scooted closer. so close you can feel your cores meet. riri looks down, feeling the lower connection. the music blares on as a kompa style song comes to play. already knowing what to do, you mold riri’s body into the perfect shape. placing each other in the needed spot, you move her body into yours. making your cores and legs never leave each other. riri tips her head up to whisper in your ear. 

“you know this song?” she fully relaxed in your arms, body flowing with the music.

“yeah it’s a classic” you rest her hands on your neck and place your hands back on her waist continuing to drive the dancing.

“what’s the name” she rests her head on your shoulder

“something going on by kaysha, it’s a bit old but it never gets old”

riri gets into the rhythm, you too being able to move your feet in a steady way. you lift riri’s head and hold onto her neck, she looks into your eyes as you move her body in tune with yours. both of your dresses ride up, but you do a good job at keeping them down. keeping the movement, you pull her bloody red dress down again for the 14th time in the few minutes. your fingers drape over her thigh, to squeeze the thigh.

“is this okay?”

“ mhmm yeah good” she mumbles out

you lift your hand from her thick thighs. placing a hand under her chin, she parts her lips letting air blow through them.

“can i do .. more” you rub your thumb across her bottom lip. nodding you both close the space. its nasty and hungry, the kiss. her lips are so fucking soft, like your kissing clouds nothing like-

‘stop, just enjoy the night’

 the growing whines from riri causes you to rip your mouth from her

“we should stop right now, if not im going to fuck you right here.”

“well i think the bathroom is better.” she replies smugly, with a smirk you lead riri to the bathroom in a rush. smashing your lips together again now in the locked stall. smacks and groans fill up the empty room. you explore the girls mouth, tongue feeling everything possible. riri begins to control you and the kiss, licking on your and lips lower jaw. she slowly backs you up to the black stall divider, pushing you back to the wall,you break the kiss from the impact.

“please, fuck!” riri attacks your neck, littering in with nasty, sloppy marks. your pants echo throughout, lucky the bathroom is empty.  attempting to utilize that emptiness, you eagerly pull up your dress to your chest. riri drops her knees to the floor wasting no time. 

“please, i need you” you lift your heavy head to look at the other. riri looks up from the ground, eyes dark and filled with need. riri rubs her hands along your thighs pushing for legs apart. 

“come on you're begging now open up your fucking legs” she takes her sweet time pealing your soaked panties from your oozy core.

lifting for hips with a cry she hurriedly pulls your soaked panties to the side. pushing her thumb inside your lips, she lets your juices soak the finger. pulling your panties to the side more she reaches up to circle your clit.

“fuck just take them off” you groan at her antics. using her strong shoulders you step out of the underwear, praying for her to continue. instead of continuing to tease you, riri dives head first. licking and sucking on your clit, prying her arms in between your legs, she forces your legs apart.

 “keep your fucking legs open, fuck” she rocks her face up and down on your core. using her knees, she is able to bounce and keep your legs spread wide, allowing her all access. she moves down from your clit, to tease your hole. sucking on your red swollen clit she sticks a inch of her finger inside playing with the muscles of the entrance. 

“stop fucking teasing and go all the way in ” you say through the deep waves of pleasure. 

“only because you sound so nice” 

riri goes for your clit again, sucking so hard. she strokes two fingers in between your lips, spit and slick covering them in an instant. riri thrust the two fingers inside of you, immediately creating scissoring motions with the digits. you arch your back, combing fingers in her hair as she jolts your body up. with her slamming and curving in you, riri finds a weak spot. repeatedly smashing, shoving against the soft tissue inside. your moans echo through the bathroom, a little lower than the blasting music, lucky. 

“fuck, ri- im close” standing up on one leg you start to slam down to meet her movements

“ that’s it mama just like that” she snakes her hands up pinching your brown erect nipples

“ ri im cumming” riri applies a last bruising suck to your clit, your body quivering as your knees slowly gives out. she grabs you and pushes you up the wall again holding you as you ooze out, applying sloppy pecks to your red neck. seconds go by as you regain your energy. 

swapping places, to deliver soft nibbles to her skin. from her neck to down her legs you scratch and bite. finally flopping on the tile you cup her wet heat, while kissing her thigh. looking up into riri’s low teary eyes, you begin to fondle with the black lacy underwear.

“ don't worry love, after that i promise you're gonna cum even harder, ill make sure of it” you end the promise with light kisses to her clothed pussy. you pull her underwear down pass her knees, helping her step out of them. roughly to grip riri’s leg and sliding in on your shoulder. looking at her core, seeing the slick ooze out and onto the outer lips and even down her thighs. licking your lips you lick up the limb, collecting wetness on your tongue.

 staring into the other's eyes, “i knew you would taste like this, so fucking good”.

 riri tosses her head back as you dive in, moving your head in a infinity motion. slick pools out as you, eat her with need. backing up you stand up to share the taste. riri jumps to kiss you, tasting her own glossy liquids she moans. 

“i know i know” you slide down again to meet her heat face to face again. dipping your tongue inside her lips, licking a heavy pointed up and down, devouring her clit. her sweet moans gets louder, deeper. you place the same leg over your shoulder again. spreading her apart with your hands, you show the most attention to her clit wanting it to be swollen. showing no mercy, you give all undivided attention to the small nerve. standing on one leg the other around your neck she searches for some type of placement. riri can't reach above the stall to short, like a headboard. the other connecting wall is too far, the only choice, she rakes her hands through your hair. as you nibble and suck on the bundle riri gives you high pitch praises 

“ fuck fuck yes god yes.”  working your mouth lower to begin to tease her hole, she you begs add something in her.

“please i don't care, just do something, please i wanna cum hard like you said i would”. you finally give in, presenting her your tongue. she looks down as you slip inside. you start to fuck into her, face hitting her pussy. hands rubbing her clit and tongue fucking her senseless, she starts to unravel. as you slam your tongue in and out, you lock eyes with her, digging your nails in her thigh every time she looks away. her legs now showcasing red nail marks, she moans into her palm. a lousy attempt of snuffing the sounds. she silently screams as you thrust inside of her, body shaking as riri drags her nails up and down her body.

 placing her other leg on your shoulders, you continue to ruin her. shaky moans getting caught in her throat, riri squeezes her thighs hard as she gasps and groans.  riri’s small body quivers and becomes more broken, you can tell she is nearing the end. she trembles hard, unable to keep still for a split second. she starts rutting against for face, hands full of hair she begins fully face fucking you as you swirl with her dripping pussy. 

“ don't stop, talk to it” riri pulls your hair as you hollow your cheeks, slurp on her clit. then pull it out of your mouth with a pop, repeating the action her pants reach a higher octave, chest expanding and contracting needing more air. you roll her pretty clit in your fingers, pushing her over the edge. she cums silently, mouth hung open, pussy pulsing, and convulsing to squirt. you continue fucking her on your tongue. rough hands pulling at your scalp, aiming to pull you off. failing to pull you off, riri begs and pleads “please please  y/n no more i can't” ignoring her you continue to hollow your cheeks on her clit, she pushes against your face attempting to run. wrapping your hands around her thighs and holding tight she is forced to take the pleasure in over stimulation. seconds later riri is chanting again “y/n, y/n” as she comes. face and neck dripping with cum you slowly let her down from your lifted shoulders. still holding her riri takes deep long strides of air. after a few finally riri cools down, now sitting down on the sink, she recovers.

“you good ri?” you grab your belongings. you also grab and put the other things in her own purse. reaching for riri’s phone you type in your number, she is still seated on the sink.

“yeah im good, you put your number in the phone?” you two stand in the mirror fixing your dresses, hair and face.

“yeah well you got my number call me if you need anything” opening the phone you check the time “ its like 3 and i gotta be up in the morning, ill see you around” with a wave you walk out from the bathroom heading home. riri begins rinsing out her mouth and washing off her face. she drags herself out of the bathroom, going to the bar to find the dora lovers. 

“ready to go ms. riri”

“yeah gotta be up tomorrow”

 *

days latter

you feel the yellow pool concrete under your feet as you find an unoccupied mini jacuzzi at the packed party. summer time in wakanda is the place to be, the heat, the music, the food, everything is like a true dream. you settle in the mini jacuzzi calling over a waiter. they show up in a pink patterned bikini.

“what can i get you” the young girl questions

“do yall got a fruit platter, and a few water bottles” you look up to her blocking out the setting sun with your hands

“yeah i got you, anything else?” she finishes tapping the order on the tablet.

“nah that’ll be it thanks”

after a few minutes you feel a presence behind you, thinking its the waiter again you stand up in the water. but its not, in fact the last person you would expect here. the black panther, queen of wakanda

“umm sorry to bother you it’s just all of the mini jacuzzis are all full. can i join you, it’s just me.” shuri looks down on you from outside the water

“oh nah join i don't mind”, looking around you all of the other mini water heaters are full. each and every single one. each circle is able to fit five people, and even then it's about 10 in each. so it's a mystery how you had this all alone to yourself.

“oh i never got your name” shuri ask setting down all her belongings 

“it’s y/n” you take the time to get a good look at the royal, it’s rare for her to be out like this. she sports a black cutout bikini with golden rings to hold the top and two bottom sides together. along with that, she has opaque cover up. shuri has a gorgeous dainty black pendent on, you can bet money that is just her suit. 

“oh that’s really pretty” she smiles, sinking into the water

“not to be rude or anything but where are the doras don't they watch over you?” you honestly wonder

“nah your good, but i don't need to be babysat, i am the best fighter of the county remember.” you feel your skin get hot at the thought.

“oh yeah your right’’ you chuckle “i have some fruit and water coming over here you can have some when it arrives” 

“okay thanks” 

 sitting under the water, afro beats blasting around them

“so what's it like being the queen and stuff”

shuri breathes out, “well hard” she chuckles 

“everyone expects you to be here and there, and they don't ever let me rest. and still having to mourn and work…. its a lot.” they take about any and everything  

“yeah i completely understand, well not to your extent obviously but i know what pressure feels like. from everyone around you and even people you don't even know.”

“but it is better since i am here today, getting a break.”

“if you ever need someone to help you relax call me” you say as you put a strawberry in your mouth.

“ i know i just met you but i feel like, i could tell you anything or just be natural with you.” you place your hand on shuri’s lap. not moving your hand you look into her eyes.

“oh umm sorry im sorry” you move to create a bit space

“nah your good”, shuri grabs your hand examining it.

“your nails are so pretty, but why are the two middle ones short?”

“oh umm”, you look up the meet her eyes “well, its so i dont hurt (your) walls with long nails”

dropping your hand she backs up against the wall, a red warming seeping into her skin.

“oh oh okay”, you can still see her stare at your hands 

“my queen are you okay?”

she breathes out “yeah im fine, i just wasn't expecting that” 

“oh im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable”, shuri shakes her head, arguing.

you reach for a piece of fruit “ so who said your life is are pressure and deadlines, what do you do?” the royal scoots back over from hugging the wall.

“i run a clothing company, i do literally… everything. i make the clothes, i do the accounting and managing of every little fucking aspect. im actual wearing me right now.”

“ whaaaa, how do you make time you anything? it has to take up your life!?”

“yeah i does even caused relationships to fail, well not really but it did at the same time”

“oh im sorry” shuri gives a sincere look 

“don't sweat, its fuck her alllll the way”

“ wait, what happened?”

“lets just say she was controlling as fuck. i couldn't do anything without her aproval. partying, clubbing, working, eating, clothing it all had to be on her terms and the sex was lousy at best! most definitely toxic”

“damn, well so im glad you’re away from that. no human should be on those restrictions”.

“yeah me too, i’ve been single for a little over a month and im just now getting back outside, and  just enjoying life.” you both reach for a fruit, hands grazing. with a smile “open up”. 

shuri obeys opening her mouth wide you place the pineapple in. slowly itching your piece watching her closely, she finishes the piece. 

“want another”, she nods her head. “shuri you have to use your words” you reach for the slice.

“ i want it.” 

you put the smaller piece in her mouth again, letting your fingers swipe her tongue. pointing to the fruit, “you want something else” she nods her head again. “uh uh words” she quickly finishes the fruit 

“yeah something else”

 “oh really, what do you want” moving closer you stroke your hand from her neck to the middle of her breast, dropping your hand into the water playing with the golden ring that ties the black bottoms together. 

“ please, just do it” she begs in a hushed tone

“do what my queen” you whisper in her ear

“fuck, just put your fingers in me” shuri breathes slow, finally letting her orbs lock with yours.

“ i don’t know” you scan around the area. the surrounding groups are drunk, high or smoking and pouring bottles of dark liquor down each other’s throats. 

“okay fine- but don’t make a fucking sound, eat the fruit and act like i’m not touching you. if you gain any attention, i will stop.”

“ yes okay got it”, she grabs the platter of fruits and places them in the water. the tray is able to float on its own. shuri holds the tray with one arm fully covering her lap. you dip your hand into the royals bathing suit. instantly met with soft skin. quickly, you move your hand down to her core.

 “i’m gonna push in okay” you search for doubt or question in the panther's eyes 

“yeah okay” with one finger you drive in and out and a easy speed not trying to splash all the water. “ put the other one in” she whispers in your ear, she turns to grab your phone. needing something to distract her. as you add the second finger, she clenches around you. you start to curl your fingers back in forth hitting a spot in shuri. she opens her mouth to moan but quickly closes it. you look down at the royal and see her clenching your phone, “put it down before you fucking break it” with low breathy moans she manages a sentence. barely. “shut up… your fucking me like this and got the-” you cut her off with your same hand. rubbing circles on her clit, side to side with the pads of your thumb. shuri tosses the phone on to the concrete. grabbing handfuls of fruit, stuffing them in her mouth she then moans. not loud but something for her to feel release. shuri body shudders as you work your fingers in her. she clings to your shoulder, egging you on.

“please don't stop feels too good” you curve your fingers harder rocking her body in the deep water. shuri voice cracks as you rock her, entranced with you and your fingers.

you focus on scissoring her, taken in by the squelching sounds from the water, you sit and watch as the royal looses her fucking mind. 

 “come here” shuri pushes against your hands, letting her hand slip free from the tray. she creates small splashes in the now dark water. shuri leans far back into the wall, doing anything to buck from the intense pleasure.

soon she feeds into the thrusts, turning her head to make her pants fall on your shoulder. shuri’s cries get louder, her hands continuously ranking up and down her body. nails scratching her own body “ oh shuri” you singsong “mmmm” she answers. you smile at her while curving your fingers to touch that point that know will make her see stars “ be quiet love” pressing deep into her. shuri gnaws at her lips, trying to drown out her cries and sobs. taking your free hand from her leg, you rake your fingers through shuri soft curls. you pull her hair hard, her back in a sinful arch. through closed tight lips she mumbles “ y/n im- im cumming”.

“ i know i know just ride it out” pushing the platter of fruit to her right hand she digs she sharp nails into your thigh. shuri fights to keep her eyes from rolling back. not wanting a soul so look over and see what’s going on. you place her on one leg still fucking her. with a hand you rub circles into her back. “thats it, just like that, so good, no one noticed, you did so good” after shuri comes down she slips off your thigh and you slip your hand out. 

“hey you with me” you rub your hand up and down her neck.

“yeah im here” shuri scoots off your lap, to your side. placing a hand close to your core. 

“this okay right” shuri questions looking for conformation.

“ don't worry love, im good” 

“are you sure i don't mind, i promise”

“no no im sure you already did a number on me. remember im here for you, to relax, im good right now”.

you and shuri spend the rest of the night there, till the people start to file out. 

“this was fun ill keep in touch” shuri says as you use a towel to dry your body off. grabbing your black tote bag, you head off home. stepping off the train, using your beads to unlock the front door. you walk into your apartment. in much need of a shower, shuffle into your bathroom. slipping out of the wet bathing suit is hell but you somehow get it off. hopping into the warm shower, soap running over your body. you can't but think about the past few weeks. a wonderful booming business, getting out of a terrible relationship. god that alone is a fucking blessing. its so good being single, being able to make your own decisions, no one asking for your where about every two seconds. questioning you on cheating, dictating what to eat, wear, and how to fucking act.

walking into the kitchen, in search of food. opening up the fridge and every fucking cabinet, you settle of pizza. using your beads you order the food, waiting for it to get here you clean up the house. but shit two back to back, riri and the queen

 what. the. fuck.

how the fuck was that even possible. drying off you grab a big old shirt from the closet. dirty clothes, dishes, laundry, by the time you finish the food is here. you scarf down the food and head to bed. waking up in the weighted blood-red covers. you start up on the new clothing orders.

*

1 week later,

“so ri hows life been treating you”

“wow so thats code for im noisy tell me all your business”

the two sit in the small lab in their connected room. blueprints and oil spread all around the many tables. they both have been in here since the crack of dawn, so cans of energy drinks are pilled up in the trash can.

“well if you wanna be rude about it, come on its been so long since we spilled dirty secrets” shuri pauses walking over to riri on the floor. “and i have news alsoooo” she drags out. 

“wait you have news, okay you start first” riri wipes the oil from her hands, giving the oder her attention.

“what? no! you're just gonna have me tell everything, while you keep it on the low.” shuri points her finger accusingly 

“ i promise i wont” shuri gives the engineer a look of ‘stop lying’ “ i promise for real for real.” 

“okay so i’ve been doing good, you know i pulled back from working as much as i do. well passing little shit off to m’baku. he likes to feel important so i give im all the annoying work that really doesn’t call for me.”

“ okay good, good… what have you been doing with all your time then”

“ well duhh i’ve been with you. i when out to a pool party and honestly i just sleep the rest of the time away.but the thing is the pool party that’s the thing.” the royal goes quite finding it hard to find the right words. “ i don’t even know how to say what happened” shuri hides her face in her hands

 “ just spit it out”

“ riri give me time im not like you dang!”

“ what you mean not like me”

“ you have no problem being unfiltered and i cant do that”

 riri shakes her head finding the truth in the statement “ okay so what did you kiss a girl?”

“... no”

“ what grind on?”

“ noo… worst” her voice gets higher 

“omg did you, fuck a girl???” 

“ wellll she did the fucking”

“WHAT” riri jumps up yelling. settling back down on the floor , “you did what. stop. wait. what. i want every fucking detail! don't you DARE leave a single thing out. was this at the pool party? bitch, i knew i should’ve gone with you. fuck, but you wanted me to do my homework! yeah i bet so you can get your fucking rocks off. what’s her name? omg okay go imma shut up. go… go.” riri holds her hands over her mouth

“okay so a pool party, downtown by the shops”

“ yeah and everything”

 “ right so its a real nice pool over there, its sections for kids and adults inside. its  from like dawn to dusk. okay so it was my off day right. so i went there to have a little fun, a nice day by myself, cool. so i get there and i me this girl-” 

“pause what was the fits, yours and hers? do you have pics?”

shuri rolls her eyes at the interruption “ i sent you a photo of it the black bathing suit with the rings”

 “the one with yo tetas out! oh my good, your a whore! continue!”

 “okay and she was wearing a nude bathing suit, god she was so fucking fine. anyway so i walk up to her and ask to sit and she was okay with it.then we started talking about work in stuff and she tells me that i can call on her to chill or relax because she has a demanding job also. oh i almost forgot so like i knew it was gonna happen when i asked about her nails.” 

“color and length”

 “ pink but they blended into her skin like perfectly, but the two middle ones were short so i asked why”

“ you asked her why her… two middle nails was short…. wow clueless gay!”

 “ anyway, she told me why and like okay so she started to FEED me. then im like hot i ready she was super good. and she keep asking me if everything was okay and you know meee.” they crackle at shuri’s antics.

 “so anyway she fingered me in the mini jacuzzi” riri mouth is agape, lost, she is stuck for a while. “wait what happened again” clearly just imagining that.

 “ she fingered me, in the jacuzzi, in front of others. ri i had to not moan and i covered me up with the fucking. fruit. tray.”

 “no your a liar” riri stand up pacing. “ this cant be true, its shuri miss stand-off, miss cold shoulder. no way what’s her name, did you even get her fucking name” riri now kneeling in front of the royal.

 “yeah it was y/n” she plops down on the floor messy floor.

“ what, y/n, is she brown with dark eyes and long braids.”

“ wait you know her”

 “um yeah we did it in the bathroom and club usana”

 “HUH” 

“shuri we ate each other in the fucking bathroom” “so she smashed both of us.. ion like that”

“ she said she just got out of a shitty and i mean shitty relationship-” 

“ and she getting pussy like that damn. you think she down for threesomes”

“ ri! have you no shame!”

 “ i don't get it i like her, i like you, you like me, and you like her why not. plus i dont like the fact that she smashed both of us” 

“ oh no, i know that look. she might not even be into that!” 

“into what, what look are you taking about” riri yells back

“the look where your horny and angry, you probably wanna punish her or something”

seconds pass and they both are quite 

“i dont give a fuck, send for her as the queen. we ask her with full consent, if she agrees we have fun” with that riri leaves shuri in her side on the room.

*

the loud sewing machine noise filters through the entire house. clothes scatter the office space, but luckily all the orders for today have been made. you clip the hanging thread from the dress as you hear a knock on the door. running to the door, you place your hand on the keypad to unlock it. the door swings open and you're faced with general okoye. 

“ oh! general, is everything okay? ” she gives you a warm smile 

“yes, the queen calls for you.” looking down at your clothes, you know you have to change. blue penguins pajamas and dino house shoes aren't appropriate.

after swiftly cleaning up you change into a basic workout two piece. then you and the soldier are off. walking into the palace doors, okoye leads you to an empty room with a sleek white triangle table in the middle. the door shutting is the only reason you know you’ve been left alone. walking up to the table you sit, now spotting a clear chair and small folder.

the papers inside read:

‘ hello y/n i’ve called to you like this because i want no form of intimidation. you're here because me and riri ( the girl from club usana ) would like to invite you into our bedroom. if you are not comfortable with this you can put down the papers and walk out, okoye will take you home safely. at anytime you feel uncomfortable, you are allowed to leave. if you are interested, read our and list your intimacy boundaries. on the bottom lines, if you need to express anything, you can write it all there. once done, place the folder in the slot on the wall. you can then explore the palace after that.’ taking up the pen you get to writing.

the two others watches from a camera. 

“ well she didn’t walk out that’s a plus” shuri sits on riri’s bed tablet in her hand.

 “ zoom in! i wanna see what she’s writing” riri bumps shoulders with shuri.

 “wow aren’t you eager, wasn’t this excited when we did it.” shuri tosses riri the tablet.

 “oh my bad i was too busy fearing for my fucking life.” 

 “which was your fault by the way. trying to prove old white people wrong, about to get yourself killed.”

“ and i was excited, lame, im just cool so you didn’t peep it ” riri says zooming on the paper

“ okay so she likes….”

*

“breath in and out, at anytime you wanna stop say red.”

you feel the two grip your hand, walking you up to something hard. the left hand tugs at your wrist, making you tip over. yelping as you fall over, your face hits something so soft.

‘it’s just the bed’

the same hand that tugged you pulls again, you start to crawl. on your hands and knees you make your way up the bed. slender hands make their way across your torso, flipping you on your back. immediately your arms are pulled up and part, you then feel something cold. crisp handcuffs are tightened around your wrist. you hear their footsteps and warm leave from around you. shuri and riri didn’t show you around the room again, only blindfolding you and cuffing you to the bed. hell you were even still clothed in your sleeping clothes from this morning, days after you signed and went over the papers with them. sounds on smacking pulls you from your thoughts.

“ahh” you scramble to sit up, back flushed with the headboard. squishing sounds come after, almost like a bottle?

its lube, fuck i wanna see

it goes silent, then soft pants barley detectable. as the time goes by the squelching gets louder and louder. unable to tell the moans apart you grown restless.

“okay im ready put it in” riri pants out 

‘so its shuri strapping riri fuck’

“fuck look back at me” shuri’s voice has gone low, deeper

“yeah just like that baby”, clapping sounds gradually build up. your core as been pulsing ever since they tied you up. mixed with the moaning, you can feel your panties wet and cold on your warm pussy. you slide to the side, trying use your propped up hand. with avail, you can’t reach the blindfold. sliding down the bed, you can bring your shoulders and upper arm to your face. using all your strength, you slowly work the tight cover off. 

“fuck harder shuri, harder” riri demands. soon as the order leaves her mouth, deep sinful moans fill the room. finally sliding it down your face you can see the two. mirrors placed at each of their heads, clothes throw by the foot of the bed. shuri and riri have the most sinful arch in their backs, you could go and sit a cup on it. legs locked and intertwined, they fuck themselves from the back. a clear double-sided dildo, you can see their insides from the angle. closing your legs, shut tight. water blurs your vision, voice fully of desperation “ please, i-” 

“shut. up.” riri seethes through her teeth pausing on shuri.

shuri’s broken voice cuts through “don’t stop” riri begins again, slamming back meeting shuri’s movements “ri maybe she can join now?” shuri look over to you sorry all on her face.

“what fuck no, we just started. don’t look or talk to her she’s just gonna persuade you to let her go.” riri turns her head from the mirror to look at you on the bed “slick with your words huh? shuri she’s a business person, her job is to fucking talk and trick people. she can get released once we cum and only if she’s good.” so you take it, quite as your body shakes with need. yearning to be with the two on the floor. shuri lies face down, turning her head towards you. she latches orbs, taking her hand to rub circles on her clit. rubbing till she creams with a scream. moaning shuri slips off of the toy. manhandling riri, so she’s on her back, legs behind her head. shuri works the toy deep in the small girl, taking her time. you can tell she enjoys watching riri lose her assertive demeanor.

“fuck, fuck- umm please! please shuri, harder” riri cries out

“y/n ri so wet just for us” shuri starts to thumb her clit. “awww your already swollen” riri shakes her head frantically. shuri replaces her thumbs with her lips. kissing, lapping at the poor girl.

“s-stop”

“uhh uhh take it” shuri mumbles while eating “im never gone stop” riri’s leg glitch as they tense behind her head. shots of slick and cum shoots up into the air, landing all over the room. manly on shuri’s face since she dove back in once the spraying first started.

*

“fuck shuri hold her legs down! shes to strong.” shuri grips your legs forcing them to stay part. she drives the special made strap deep inside of you. your skin and brain are on fucking fire. riri works you with a vibrator on your puffy clit. it wasn't supposed to go like this. fuck, your body is shaking the table. you want to touch them so bad, but the tight ruff ropes prevent you from moving. 

“fuck mmmmm” you twist your head into the side of your arm trying to keep your moans down. what if someone hears you, or look up or just fucking sees you. 

‘why the fuck are they fucking you on the patio?? in broad fucking daylight??’

“ fuck i can’t i can’t.”  

“oh now you can't, but you can do a lot of other things. you can fuck me in front of hundreds of people without a fucking care. you can fuck riri in bathroom stalls, but you can take this.” “pathetic.” riri adds on to shuri’s rant

“right, tell me y/n does is feel good.” riri takes her fingers to open your lips spreading them apart. “look at her shuri, so fucking pretty. so pink and fat”

 shuri grabs unto your hips bucking up into you, hitting a spot that makes you scream. 

“don’t stop! shuri, just like that baby. yes.” you look up at riri, with tearful eyes “ri kiss me please please” “awww okay baby” riri leans down to place her lips on yours. a soft sweet kiss the total opposite of the sensations she's causing to the rest of your body. riri keeps one hand at the bottom, holding the vibrator to your clit. she throws one leg over your waist now straddling you. she places her dripping pussy on the vibrator opposite side of you. as she bites your sensitive bottom lip, she rocks back and forth on the toy. causing you pure ecstasy, the toy mixing the wetness from both of you. 

“fuck just like that ri” shuri speaks up hands traveling up your legs. reaching your thigh, she pulls you both down the table near the edge. holding your thighs, she drives in and out at a nasty pace. a loud clapping sound comes as she hits your body with hers. waves making you and riri rock on the table with each hit. the pressure of your body builds up, the two making you spill over.

“ that’s it don’t stop don’t stop” your pussy pulses, squirting all over the three of you.

“ alright that's it love” shuri begins to pull out.

“ what no don’t stop! matter a fact-.” riri pushes shuri all the way out and grips your hair. 

“you think that’s fucking funny”, her eyes low and black, she stands you up on your knees. seating herself in front of you, she then lays back legs spread open.

“ well start eating”, you scoff in disbelief “who do you think you-” but shuri pushes your back in, molding you with your ass up and face down. she slips back in and continues fucking you till you see stars. your face lays on riri’s open pussy, moaning and slobbing on it as you're fucked into oblivion. shuri pounds you from the back. her hand twirls your hair around her palm. once wrapped around two times, she pulls you up. 

“didn’t she fucking tell you to eat”, 

“mmmhmmm” 

“so fucking do it”. as shuri ease you down to meet riri you slip your hands under her brown soft thighs. opening your mouth you let a long line of spit leak out onto her lips. as your body rocks with force, you see how her lips glisten with spit and her own wetness. looking up into the smaller pretty eyes “riri its so fucking pretty, so pink, so perfect for me” riri throws her head back with a deep moan. you take that as a clue to get going. you begin by licking a long strip from her hole to her clit. lifting up her hood to lick fast over the small hole. ri’s legs shake in your arms “fuck y/n keep going” so you do fully sucking on her cilt hard, rocking your face side to side covering your face in her juices. 

“yeah more more”, just like before you kiss your way down to her hole. sticking your tongue inside, you struggle as you try to find the correct rhythm with shuri drilling you behind. going out on a whim, you fuck back on the special made strap. shuri gasps from the interruption, taking advantage of the open window you fuck down on the strap tongue still inside riri. soon shuri joins, finding the opening too. three different tones of moans leave the patio.

“good girl, keep going don’t stop yeah just like that keep fucking her just. like. that” shuri lands hits to your ass cheeks. you can feel your energy and willpower slipping away, tapping riri’s thighs “want you ride”.

“huh” she picks her head up, tilted it in confusion.

“ ri ride my face” finally understanding, riri scrambles up. matching your same position, she backs her ass up to your face. lining up and slipping in all by herself, using her knees riri rocks back on your tongue. as you place your hands on her thighs, slamming her back down harder. she looses her mind. as riri whines and shivers around you, you hear and realize shuri is close also. the thrust are uneven and sloppy. the burning skin from her digging her sharp ass nails in your skin. the high pitch drag out moans aren't unnoticed. creeping a hand to rub riri’s clit, you lock your legs around shuri. destined to make them both come hard, moaning on riri and squeezing the strap from inside sends them over the edge. shuri coming inside you and riri coming on you. feeling shuri’s cum inside you and riri’s lovely pleas makes your eyes roll back. slipping out of riri and off the toy, your body slumps down, trembling as you continue to release.

okay thts im tired and i know this is trash!!!! any typos? u didn't see shit goodnight

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hey 🤭 this is my first time writing on tumblr and im lowk scared.. like what do I even say in one of these authors notes things??? prolly gonna pop up every once in a while with smth for people to read idk yet tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

gotta give cred where it’s due, this is heavily inspired by @generallysapphic their works are incredible

warnings: reader and riri are subby lil whores, tribbing, lottaaaa lotta lotta sex, basically porn w/o plot, voyeurism if yew squint, maybe a lil degradation if yew squint

some translations: zithandwa zam- my loves, uthando- love, khawulezisa- hurry up

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

I have gotten no attention from my loves all day and I was starting to get angsty. swinging my legs back and forth on the desk I was sitting on, I played around with riri’s hammer that was placed on the desk and hummed a small tune.

riri walked over to me as I jumped from my place on the desk; finally, some attention. I smiled at her expectingly as she walked over, excited be with one of my girlfriends.

she walked right behind me to reach for her tool box. well damn.

as she picked up a tool from her took box she turns to shuri, “shuri catch,” she yelled, throwing a wrench from her tool box right towards shuri.

she caught the wrench with ease. “how many times do I need to tell you to stop throwing heavy objects around riri?” last time riri threw a cogwheel towards shuri without looking, she broke a prototype shuri spent hours working on… it didn’t go well for her.

“my bad baby,” she said walking back to her original spot at her desk. I watched them work with a hot feeling in my stomach. damn they look good. with shuri in nothing but a tank top and sweats, i watched her arms flex every time she used that wrench. riri had on a sports bra and shorts. i watched her perfectly pierced nipples on display through the bra as thoughts of my lips attached to them racked through my mind

I could feel myself getting more fidgety as i watched their bodies move and work away at whatever they were building. at this point, anything was better than sitting and watching them work themselves to death in this damn lab. an idea popped into my mind and I fake a yawn best I can, throwing my hands above my head and stretching. my slightly cropped shirt lifted and a small portion of my midriff became exposed as riri watched me, eyes drifting.

just what I wanted

“you good?” she questioned. she looked me up and down and she could tell how bored I was just by looking into my eyes. “we’ll be there in a minute just wait a little longer baby.”

“nah i’m tryna take a nap… i’ll be back in a minute,” I said, looking and riri with a certain look. she immediately caught on to what I meant by “nap” and bit her lip.

“um yeah shuri I think imma go too. we been working since 7am and i’m tired as hell,” she said, only half meaning it. yeah she was tired, but not tired as in “I wanna sleep” tired. tired as in “i’m tired of working and wanna mess around” tired.

“you two go ahead, i’ll be there for diner.” shuri gave riri a kiss on the forehead and walked over to me to hug me. “get some rest, zithandwa zam.”

“haaah fuck please please please,” I whined and writhed all over the place. riri’s clit rubbing against mine having too big of an effect on my orgasm. “please don’t stop. need it need it so bad.”

“nghh im gonna cum fuck i’m gonna cum so hard ohhh my god,” riri’s eyes were glued shut as she wailed and moaned on top of me. her dripping pussy on mine like felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. and fuck the sounds she made, all whiny and high pitch. she especially got like this whenever we were tribbing, saying it was her favorite way to get off.

“please, please, please, wanna cum, fuck i wanna cum, i wanna cum all over your beautiful pussy please let me cum!” she babbled into my neck as my legs shook. fuck she’s cumming, I can feel her pussy get impossibly wetter. it drips against my folds and it’s just enough to send me over the edge.

“cumming, cumming, cumming im cumming-!” I silently screamed into riri’s chest and softly bit her nipple to quiet myself down. “ngh-! fuck fuck baby do that again please,” she begged

I softly bit her nipple again looking into her brown eyes, licking and biting softly as she moaned and squirmed in my arms. because her nipples were pierced, her sensitivity was through the roof as she arched her back, forcing her chest further into my face. I couldn’t help it as I began moving against her, wanting more friction on my clit. I knew I was overstimulating her, but god she felt so good.

“shit please baby please,” at this point I was begging just to beg. I just wanted more of her and her creamy pussy on mine. I wanted to smother myself in her chest as I sucked and nibbled on her perky nipples. fuck I could do this all day.

“wow. so I leave you two alone for 30 minutes and you’re already going at it like you’re in heat.”

fuck.

riri is quick to jump down from my lap, leaving my wet cunt exposed to shuri. “f-fuck um-“ riri panicked looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid shuri’s piercing gaze.

“shhh no need uthando. both of you, go back to what you were doing.” she tilted her head to the side and smirked in amusement. she was planning something, I could see it in the way she looked me up and down.

“please shuri-“ I whined as my breathing picked up, excited to know what she had in mind. “nope, no help from me. c’mon give me a show you two. i’ve been working so hard to protect this nation, i think I deserve a private performance.” she is vividly eyeing my fluttering cunt chuckling at it’s reaction to her presence.

me and riri are looking at her like deer in headlights, wide eyed and shocked at shuri’s request. we’ve never done anything like this before and judging by the look on riri’s face, she’s just as shocked and turned on as I am.

“khawulezisa, i don’t have all day,” she demands in a deep voice, thick with her accent, and fuck it’s so sexy. she takes off her tank top and throws it somewhere around the room, exposing her perfect torso and breasts. riri slowly climbs on top of me again and her clit slightly rubs against mine, making us both moan out.

we slowly find our rhythm again, grinding against each other with our eyes shut. there’s a new found feeling that makes me clench around nothing, knowing that shuri is watching me and riri moan and rub against each other. our chests are rubbing against each other, making riri pant even louder and heavier.

shurir stalks her way over to the bed to whisper in riri’s ear, “you like having your nipples played with like this?” as reaches between us, she’s squeezes and rubs riri’s nipples. riri moans in ecstasy, rubbing faster against me. shuri’s low voice in riri’s ear is enough to have her like a bitch in heat, grinding her pussy on me. “nngh, fuck riri slow down!” our clits gaining more friction causes a high pitch whine to escape my lips, as my eyes roll back; god this feels so good.

“haaa fuck shuri please. need you so bad, need to feel you, need to feel you deep- haah!” moans and pleads roll off my tongue like it’s nothing, begging shuri to fuck me. “poor usana, need something long and thick in this pretty pussy huh? what, riri isn’t enough anymore? she seemed like enough before I walked in here,” she says, reaching in between us to run her fingers through my folds. she rubs against me and riri, as we grind into shuri’s hand.

shuri could feel the wet spot between her draws as she watched her love’s pathetically rub against each other. she wanted nothing more than to take them right then and there, but she had to be patient and enjoy the scenery in front of her. “wanna cum usana? wanna cum for me? c’mon cum all over each other. fuck, it’s so wet I can see it. I can hear it. go on my love’s, cum for me.”

fuck that’ll do it.

riri is absolutely gone. shaking, crying of overstimulation, moaning, she was all fucked out as her thick creamy cum spilled over my pussy and shuri’s hand. my cum mixing in with hers as I bit into her neck to quiet my squeals.

“look at you two, such good girls for me yeah?” shuri’s lips connected with mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. fuck she drives me crazy as her tongue explores and licks every crevice of my mouth. she detaches from me, a string of spit keeping us together.

she turns to lean into riri, as riri completely opens her mouth for shuri, reaching her tongue out. shuri sucks on riri’s tongue, slow and sensually, letting her tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. riri whines and pinches her nipple, feeling her cunt clenched around nothing.

shuri slaps her hands away from her breasts and says “patience my love, i’ll take care of you..”

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

but we’re already rackin up some typa engagement ok I see y’all !!

maybe i’ll write more, who knows BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I GOT